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Heroes Reborn

"Power comes in different forms... even the least expected"

Name: Michael Henderson
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 6 feet, 2 inches
Weight: 200 lbs
Ethnicity: Black
Sexuality: Sexuality
Religion: Agnostic but leaning towards Christianity
Occupation: Emergency Room Physician
Ability: N/A
Personality: Michael is the type of guy that could be described as selfish by some but also ambitious by others. Whatever he sets his mind on because his sole focus. The odd part about this is how lax and social he is. Michael has enjoyed meeting new people since the day he went to college. As a plus he also keeps an open mind for things and enjoys helping those in need, even if he feels he won't be much help at all. He respects people who at least try to do something rather than quiting before starting. Nothing really bothers Michael except for blatant ignorance, but even then, he isn't the type to lose his temper. On his down time Michael enjoys spending time with his wife whether at home or out in the city of Los Angeles. There are times where he'll go on his own ventures in the city. He's interested in new things, and always seems to have a young spirit
Background: Michael was born in Oakland, California and was raised by his single mother. He did not have the best upbringing, but Michael managed to not only do well in school, but he avoided being pulled into his gang influenced community. After high school, Michael went to medical school on scholarships and a few loans in Arizona. After graduating, Michael became an intern at a hospital for six months.

On the last night of his internship, Michael spotted someone wounded in the parking lot. It was a woman named Jennifer Reyes, who had been on the run from a person with abilities. She refused Michael's help, but he didn't let up. He brought her into the hospital, and snuck her into a supply room where he helped treat her. After a lot of arguing and mistrust, Michael eventually convinced her to come with him.

Michael and Jennifer moved to Los Angeles California. At first Jennifer only planned to lay low for a few weeks, but she and Michael began to bond. He learned about abilities and discovered that Jennifer had them as well. After a little under two years, the two married. Michael could say this was the climax of his years. He had a job, found the love of his life, was married, and his wife had a cool power.

"Me? No? I'm not special. I'm just me"

Name: Eric Reyes Henderson
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Height: 5 foot, 5 inches
Weight: 130
Ethnicity: Puerto Rican
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: Christianity
Occupation: Personal Trainer
Ability: Nature Unity- Jennifer possess the ability to become one with nature around her. She can choose to become a part of nature itself or mimic some form of nature within her reach. For example she could assimilate herself into ground and manipulate the earth in the area as if the ground itself were a living body or she could touch the ground and make her body be made up of earth. She can perform this power on earth, fire, water, air, and other naturally occurring elements.
Personality: Erica is woman who always has something smart to say. It could be said that she doesn't mean to do this, but she really does. It's rare to not see a smile on her face. If she isn't wearing one, then she's probably just too pissed off to hide it. Erica always seems to be filled with energy and ready to do anything that can keep her moving and on her feet. At times she's stubborn and easy to temper, but she get surprisingly witty. She hayes boredom and being treated like she doesn't know what she's doing. She loves hed husband, but feels like he'll be the death of her with how serious he can get at times.
Background: Erica was born in Bronx, New York City. She was the youngest of her siblings and definitely the most spoiled. He'd family wasn't we'll off, but she would never say she thought they ever struggled. She however did. She constantly fought with her two sisters and classmates, found it hard to focus in class, and just couldn't figure out what she wanted in life. When she was sixteen, she thought about enlisting in the military after a career day in high school. One, she wanted to get as far away from family as possible. Two, she needed to figure out what she really wanted in life.

The day she discovered her powers wasn't a good or bad day. It was actually just very weird. It had been raining all day when she had been ready to go to the library to meet her tutor after school. Her mom nagged about her going into the backyard and bringing the dog inside. When Erica went out back she slipped and fell into the mud. Really into the mud. Her body was gone, but she could feel everything. The rain drops, the dog scampering around, and the worms surfacing from the wet ground. She tried to move, but nothing happened. She screamed, and the same thing again. She heard her mother curse and knew that she brought the dog inside herself. She was out there when the rain stopped, and was out when it got dark. You would think she'd be panicking, but she felt at peace. It was a weird feeling... a weird day.

Four years later, Erica found herself in school for nutrition. She had a decent grasp on her odd powers, but knew that she could do more. One night she woke up in the custody of Primatech. She was bagged and tagged. She wasn't deemed dangerous, but Primatech saw her usefulness. She turned down the offer to be recruited, but would be available if there was anything she could do to help. It wasn't until a few years later that they used her to hunt and extremely dangerous target. He was a killer, and he was good at it too. He wiped out the team meant to capture him. Erica would have lost her life if she hadn't fled that's whenough she ran into Michael Henderson.

After some time, Erica and Michael were married. She currently lives with her husband in Los Angeles California. Though she never became a nutritionist, she enjoys being a personal trainer. Erica still fears the man who had gone from hunted to hunter. She's afraid he might eventually find her and Michael

The Power

Mike was glad that Floyd agreed to go to Walmart. It was probably the worst idea ever, considering that Walmart had cameras everywhere, but in the heat of the moment, Mike completely overlooked the fact.

“We can watch movies later. We’ll stream Chronicle, and I promise to only watch the end of Carrie since you only dig the part more… And don’t knock Netflix, it has some good shit on there.” Mike said answering Floyd’s thoughts. It was unnecessary, but it was fun as hell knowing that he could do it. “Your car? Man, you’re way too high man. You look like a burnt Asian.” Mike joked as he headed for the door. “Hold up.” Mike said as he reached for the door. He focused on the lock switch. At fist nothing happened at all. Come on! Mike coached himself as veins popped on his neck. He then extended his thumb and index finger as if he were actually turning the switch.

With a click, the door unlocked. A smirk spread across his face before opening hand up to turn the knob. [i]It’s working… So it’s like an extension of my hand. He turned his hand and whopped his hand back as fast as he could. The door flew open, hit the wall and slammed back shut. Mike’s eyes widened in shock as he jumped back.

“Fuck… That was sick!”

The Power

As Mike’s eyes were trained on his laptop’s screen, he listened to Floyd speak. He was high, so he wasn’t making too much sense. Then again, Mike wasn’t paying that much attention. His attempt at searching for Chronicle on Netflix made him frown. “Chronicle isn’t even on here… And Carrie ain’t that bad. You don’t remember the shit she does at the end?” Mike said as he searched up the movie. “And if I had an HDMI cord, I would have used it. You think I like watching movies on this small ass screen?” Mike said as he finally looked to his roommate. “And I’m gonna be promoting and working as the doorman for the Attic tonight. Remember the club I said I got hooked up with? Yeah, I’ll be there for most of the night. Half work, half play.” Mike said with a smirk. You know what? Fuck a movie… Let’s just actually use our powers. Mike used his telepathy with his smirk still up. He got up from his desk and shut his laptop before making his way towards the door. “I don’t know about you, but Walmart sounds nice.”

The Power

Mike yelped as he pushed by an invisible force that knocked him onto his bed. He bounced on the cheap mattress as he braced himself. “Holy shit!” Mike exclaimed before breathing heavily from the rush. “Holy… shit.” He repeated. He didn’t really know how else to respond to not only making Floyd tell him what he wanted to know or the fact that it was Nicole Bishop who was hot boxing with Floyd, but just the overall moment. Mike was already 100% sure he and his roommate had superpowers, but to be using them like this was just crazy. Mike sat up on his bed and looked at Floyd with surprised on his face before smirking at his roommate. “That was sick?! What the hell is even your power? And Nicole Bishop?! Oh man, that’s just worth putting into my show.” Mike asked thrust his right hand forward towards Floyd. The force was like a weak playful push. “I’m asking nicely this time.” Mike joked as he hopped off of his bed and moved towards his desk. “Man I was thinking about watching Chronicle, Heroes, even a little bit of Carrie to get the hang of this. Maybe even get a few ideas for… fuck.” Mike cursed under his breath as he held his head. The headache had returned. His best guess was that using these powers had a bit of a side effect. That meant there was a limit, but Mike wouldn’t see that as much downside. So what if he needed a cool down. Mike proceeded to open up his laptop as he prepared to log onto Netflix. “Man, this shit is awesome.” He said has he rubbed his right temple.

The Power

“This shit will never get old.” Mike said to himself as he admired two balled up pieces of paper levitating over his desk where he sat. He smirked at his feat. Sure, it wasn’t spectacular, but Michael had learned from the military that the crawl, walk, run method was the way he learned best. Start off slow and keep it simple. Mike’s thought as he motioned his right hand up while motioning left hand down. One paper ball levitated higher, while the other dropped down to the table. Mike alternated a few times before Floyd’s key turning in the door startled him. Both paper balls fell onto the table before Mike’s high roommate stumbled in happy as can be. Sure, Floyd knew Mike had this weird power already, but it still felt weird being able to do something like this. He looked to Floyd and smiled with a head nod. He listened to his roommate go on about his day before being asked about his own. “Me? Well…” For some reason Mike needed a few seconds to get everything sorted in his mind. “Today’s been crazy as fuck. I tested my power out and ended up with a horny girl across the hall from us. It was too good to be true, and then… Fuck man, I gave this girl a ride. She started heating up… Like not like a fever! She was about to be the human torch. I fucking got away before I got barbequed. Did my radio show, which went amazing by the way, and then I came back here and saw you with some hottie.” Mike explained before standing up with excitement. “And guess how I saw her through your smoky ass car? I peeped into your brain and saw her face in your mind. Who was she anyway?” Mike said before standing over Floyd and putting his hands out towards him. He was attempting to keep Floyd pinned to the bed with telekinesis. “Tell me.” Mike demanded, but only to test something. He wanted to see if he could force the answer out of Floyd, whether it is vocally or another telepathic message. It seemed excessive, but Mike wanted to test his limits. He’d gone from crawl to walk in this moment. He could feel his head begin to throb a bit. He winced, but kept focus. If that was broken, Mike wasn’t going to be doing anything.

The Power

Mike stopped in his tracks as he spotted Floyd’s car filled with smoke several meters away. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of his roommate’s lifestyle. Sure, Mike was a fan of the THC, but he used it in spread out or smaller doses than Floyd. He wondered who Floyd could be hotboxing with, and then… let’s just say Mike’s power was very kind to his curiosity. Mike could hear Floyd’s thoughts first, which didn’t impress him in the least. The passenger! Who’s the passenger?! Mike focused hard, before a female’s face flashed in his mind and made his head throb with pain. “Fuck!” Mike yelled in front of the dorm. Students nearby looked at him oddly as he massaged his temples. He squinted his eyes at the car as the pain slowly faded. He hadn’t gotten into the other person’s head, but he managed to pull something out of Floyd. Mike shook it off, and walked away into McRae Hall, his dorm. Little did he know, he accidentally cracked the passenger side mirror of a car that was beside him. It all happened at the time of his head throb. Damn that hurt. And who was… Don’t tell me she was the person in the car. Mike thought on it as he entered the elevator and pressed the button to his floor.“No fucking way.” He said to himself alone in the elevator. He didn’t give me that information… I took it, just like with Astrid! That shit fucking hurts though. Mike was now only rubbing his right temple as he stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor. Mike Parkman… Mike thought with a smirk. As crazy as this all was, why complain? Every part of this was crazy, but where were the downsides? As Mike entered his dorm room, his eyes immediately looked into the bedroom at his bed. It was what he had been waiting for ever since he stepped out. Taking a nap would be perfect. “Fuck it… I wanna play with my superpowers!” Mike said the last word in a deep cliché superhero-like voice. He was looking awfully smug before reaching out toward the kitchen counter. “Get over here!” Mike imitated Scorpion from Mortal Kombat. The dish rack then toppled into the sink after being pushed by an invisible force. The sound of plates, bowls, and utensils clattered against each other loudly in the sink, making Mike flinch. “No more dishes.” Mike said with a shake of his head before going into his room and looking to his desk at a pen. He smirked at it before the thought of stabbing himself in the eye caused him to cease his look of optimism. Mike looked uneasy, but had a better and safer idea. He grabbed his notebook beside the pen and tore a blank sheet of paper from the back of it. In his hands, Mike crumpled up the paper into a ball and set it on his desk. Mike reached out toward the paper ball and watched as it rocked forward and backward. He’d pulled someone’s leg and crushed an ant. Why couldn’t he just push and pull a paper ball across his desk? He scowled at the paper ball as he retracted his hand and balled his fists. At the same moment, the paper crackled as it tightened up. Hmm… He held his hand out once again, and the paper ball flew straight into his hand. He caught the paper and took a good look at it in his hand. Mike couldn’t figure out what he had really done different, but he felt better knowing that there was a trick to the power of telekinesis.