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Today had been a long day. Midterms, work, people… all Aya wanted to do was collapse into bed. Turning the last corner, she saw her building casting a shadow over her, relief washing through her at finally coming home. As she walked along the path, she saw a read-headed man collapse in front of the landlord's door. Concern ripped through her as she watched as the landlord and his wife usher him inside. Aya's brow still crinkled in worry, but at least the man would be taken care of. At least, she thought so until she heard a scream that froze her blood.

Aya's feet were glued to the pavement, unable to move. Something was wrong. Someone was in pain. Her mind shouted at her to move, to see what the danger was and help, but fear paralyzed her where she stood. Something that would make someone scream like that… what could she possibly do to help? Maybe if she just… but memories shot through her at the last time she'd used her powers. The fear and guilt that rushed through her every time she thought of it, the man's face, distorted by rage, his angry shouts… and then the echoing silence when he died.

Another scream tore through the air, ripping Aya out of her memories. She had to do something. At the very least she had to see what the situation was, and if she even could do anything. Decision made, she steeled herself, ducking into the alley next to the apartment. Sitting down on the dirty floor, she took a deep breath. Second thoughts rushing through her head, Aya switched on her power.

Suddenly, the overwhelming LA heat, city smells, the hard ground underneath her were all gone. Sounds became muffled, as if Aya had cloth over her ears, and when she opened her eyes, the world was dark around her, objects and people shining brilliant like stars in the night sky. Only her spirit carried the same colors as in life, and she raised her hands to her eyes. She was getting more and more accustomed to the changes that came when she activated her abilities, but every time they still perplexed her. Another scream came, this time muffled by the veil separating her spirit from the world, and she remembered what she was supposed to do. Standing up, Aya left her body behind and walked through the wall of the apartment so she was standing in the living room. And then she screamed.

The sight that greeted her was horrifying. The ginger man (clearly a Meta) was laughing as he draped carnage around the room like tinsel. Forgetting that no one could hear her, Aya slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. Her body trembled as she watched in horror. The Meta took absolute delight in the nightmare he unleashed, blood spraying every which way as he murdered two people and corrupted a third.

Aya dropped to her knees and began dry heaving, sickened by the sight. And then in the next moment she was snapped back into her body, uneasiness building in her stomach. She threw her head to the side and threw up until her stomach was empty, and all that was left was her rasping coughs. Rocks and cement dug into the skin of her palms and she clutched for something to ground her, to remind her that she was awake and not living through some twisted nightmare, panting out heaving breaths.

She stayed like that for a few minutes when she heard the apartment door open and that man's sickeningly sweet voice. Pushing herself back up to a sitting position, Aya wiped at fresh tear tracks on her face before switching back to the astral plane. She had to call the police… but first something was telling her to follow this man.

And so she did – all the way down into some hidden alcove. She watched in confusion as different people made themselves known. A scientist who could apparently control dragons, an elegant woman, a young girl… Understanding dawned on her as they discussed. This was the Underground Movement. And the murderer, Sebastian Lyon… worked for them? They weren't exactly on good terms, but that seemed like the case. And they were planning something awful.

Aya watched until the discussion was done and all parties left. Following Sebastian out the back door, she paused as she felt her spirit tug back to her body. Seemed like she'd reached the end of her range. Fear thrumming threw her at all she had witnessed, Aya snapped back to her body. With shaking hands she fumbled through her bag for her cell phone.

"Hi, police? I'd like to report a double murder and a kidnapping." Her voice came out in short spurts between pants (or was she hyperventilating?). Rattling off the address of her building, she continued on, "The murderer, he's… I don't know, he's some kind of monster. Red hair, twenties, tall… he's a Meta, really dangerous. Does… I don't know he cuts people with his blood or something. Tell whoever you send he's dangerous." Now she was hiccuping, fresh tears streaming down her face. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself, she ran a hand down her face.

Giving the operator the address of where she'd seen Sebastian exiting the… hideout? she almost added on her thoughts that it was where the Undergroun Movement met, but kept her mouth shut for reasons she didn't know. This was all too messed up. Why was she involved in this at all? Hanging up the phone, Aya rested her head against the hard brick of her building. Really, where had she gone wrong in her life that had lead her to this day?

So, anyone wanna be a bro and explain what's going on in the IC right now?
Name: Aya Lynn Germain
Alias(s): Cosmos
Age: 19
Affiliations: N/A
Factions: Honestly just trying to get by
Description:


Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build betrays none of her strength – she has years' worth of lean muscle hidden under her clothes, built up from doing judo. Her long hair falls down her back, straight and dark brown. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts.

Powers: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments that she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them, separating their consciousness from their bodies. She has to be touching them to bring them back for the astral plane, however. If Aya snaps back to her body without touching the other person’s projection, then the person will be stuck there until she snaps to the other side again to bring them back.
Aya also has the ability to absorb a piece of a person's soul if they are both in the astral plane, killing the other person.
She’s still in the process of figuring out how her powers work and there are likely still things that she doesn’t know about them. In the past she actively tried to avoid using them because she was so nervous about the potential consequences she could face if they were discovered, but now it's more out of habit.

Strengths: Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her, making her ideal for reconnaissance missions. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to half a mile from her physical location. Absorbing a piece of someone else's soul gives Aya their memories and some of their skills and attitudes also.
Weaknesses: When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is more or less oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it. When she absorbs someone's soul, it causes tremendous emotional and mental stress on Aya, and she gets confused about what is really her and what is not. She's thus far only used this ability once and has no interest in doing it ever again.

Skills:
  • Judo
  • Fluent in English and Japanese
  • Intelligent
  • In-depth knowledge of plants
  • Adaptable
  • Natural liar (inherited from Sebastian)
  • Sixth sense as to others' intentions, and if their personality shifts (gift from Cedric)

Equipment: N/A
Ranking: C

Brief History: Aya was just a quiet girl from Oahu before all of this. The discovery of her power had been terrifying to say the least, but keeping it hidden was an easy task. It’s not like her ability was particularly noteworthy anyway – she couldn’t breathe fire or heal herself or anything like that… thus life went on as usual for her. After graduating from high school, Aya left "the rock” for college in LA. She’s not exactly a big-city girl, but she got along fine. She kept her head down, did her studies, got a job… she was on track to graduate a year early, but then one night everything changed.

She was walking back to her apartment late in the evening from her job at the flower shop when a man attacked her. Aya isn't what someone would call defenseless. She was a blackbelt in judo, after all. But she'd never been in a situation where she'd actually had to rely on her skills, and a mix of shock and terror muddled her senses. Perhaps that's why when she flipped the man over her back, something unplanned happened. Her powers activated. In the next moment, Aya and the man were looking down at their unconscious bodies from the astral plane.

Her eyes widened as she realized what happened. She looked up to see the man just as stupefied, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form a response. Adrenaline still pumping through Aya's system, her mind was quick to jump to the worst possible outcome: there was no hiding that she was a meta, but luckily that title no longer came with the threat of jail time or execution. But a legal safety net wouldn't save her from this man's rage. Because he was enraged. She was good, and strong for her size, but he was huge and pissed.

And so, just as the man finally opened his mouth to shout and took his first step towards her, Aya snapped back into her body – without him. She of course then did the reasonable thing and sprinted all the way back to her apartment, leaving her would-be attacker's empty body in the alley. For the next several weeks, Aya would slip into the astral plane to see his spirit watching her – shouting at her, accusing her. And every time, Aya would jump back into her body the instant she saw him, shaking with fear and guilt. She couldn't just keep him there forever. But now he knew where she lived and she didn't know his name to report him and why hadn't she thought of all this before she'd fled?

Eventually, the situation was decided without her doing anything. One day she switched over to the other side to find it empty and hauntingly quiet. The man had died, and his spirit was gone.
Edited. Better?
to be fair, she just got assaulted and wasn't exactly in her right mind. and then she killed a man.

but point taken, i'll make some edits.
@Raijinslayer fun times.

so, am i good to throw aya in the cs tab?
@AcerRo she's a character from a previous rp where they had to be younger. i can age her up if that is preferred.

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Keep her the fuck away from Jackson, or bad, bad things will happen.

*Mu chuckles evilly in the background*


…why? should i be concerned?…
:/


how's this look?
hi there. is this still accepting?
Alright, thanks for letting me know.
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