General Scales

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

Jack made his way inside having taken a short break outside after the jog over, he was maybe just a bit out of shape. By the time he got up to the food he decided on a light breakfast of a couple buttered English muffins with two fried eggs. It seemed a couple of the others not too far off from him were talking a bit and it didn't exactly seem to be going well because he could practically feel the anger coming off the girl which wasn't helped by his power giving him a good sense for it, not to mention being observant. Great just get the girl riled up immediately why don't you? He thought mildly annoyed but in no rush to get involved. He then realized who he was picking up the anger off of which was Artemis one of the younger inhabitants, and while he didn't have much direct experience with her but knew she raised the animals that they ate he didn't hear what was said but its effect was obvious to him. The thought drew out a displeased sigh from the man and he would probably step in if it got out of hand but there was no guarantee anything would go wrong yet so he moved his gaze around the room to see about the others since he had inhaled his meal.

Jack knew at least the job or if not the name of more than a few of the other residents more out of comfort for himself that anything. Knowing who and what he was dealing with was important to the man rather than just rolling up to someone and hoping for the best. However, even if he did know general info on the person it never meant he actually talked to them or at least not on a regular basis while he got them straightened out in his head. He heard music being played from one of the seats and just sat for a moment to listen, he enjoyed hearing the violinist lightening up the place, though he had no intention of going over and interrupting the young girl playing after all that would make her stop. He saw two others also sitting alone the guy being the lounge supervisor, it was likely a joke of sorts from Dawson to put him there because he was pretty sure he the guy hated it, and an older girl who worked emergency who occasionally gave off some pessimism though not so much today as usual.

Jack decided he might try to talk with the guy and figure out what upset him about working in the lounge, he remembered going through and seeing him stressed, because it seemed to be one you could just chill out while doing. He got himself up and moved over nearby to see if he couldn't get a conversation out of him.

"Hey. How is it going?" Jack asked the guy(Azai) casually trying to start off on a good foot.

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

What is this sleep you speak of?

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

Jack heard the morning racket from behind his shut eyes causing him to mumble incoherently while he decided if staying inside was worth the hell he'd get later for it. It took a couple minutes before he relented and started to get up, he was a light sleeper but enjoyed getting it once in awhile which was hard for him. Sure they were given all the necessities or more but he hadn't exactly come in without a struggle which he was sure had made him a prime target for surveillance especially given his power and heritage which took away a great deal of credibility from him. After all who would really trust someone who could force someone to do practically anything within reason while revealing the worst of them should it go for long enough? Hell he probably seemed like the perfect stereotyped villain at first with his "gift" though admittedly it did have its uses like getting information out of people or just getting people to listen and act on when he spoke but around here there was rarely a point in exercising it. However, he admitted it certainly could have been worse because they could have just decided to separate him from the pack.

Jack realized he had been tuned out for a little just thinking, something of habit he had developed not willing to give up information so easily and certainly not out loud, and got himself washed up and dressed in a gray, long-sleeved T-shirt with tan pants. He figured getting over to the mall quickly wouldn't be too difficult what with breakfast taking precedence in his mind now that his stomach had started protesting so he began to jog over scanning around him as he did so. There wasn't a day he could remember being the first to get up but honestly he could care less about it just like how long he had been here which to him really didn't matter as long as the damn barrier was up. On the bright side his job was hardly challenging just having to make sure the bowling alley was running properly and playing the occasional game here or there to pass the time while he thought about ways to get out. Then against there were few times when he wasn't considering possible ways to get out but the staff never let him get close probably out of precautions Dawson had taken when she realized what the man was capable of if he got the chance.

Should be thinking about what to eat probably...oh well. Jack thought lazily reminding himself the reason he was heading over to the mall in the first place.

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

Guinea pigs are awesome as well, though I have had three cats and loved the shit out of them but don't have one now.

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

Appearance

Name: Jack Stahl.
Age: 26.

Powers: Corruption Inducement.

Weapons: None if he can help it.

Bio: Jack was born to an interesting pair of a villain and female vigilante who would only after raising himself and his younger twin Nina find out who the other was. One glaring piece of evidence had been him because his mother was the only known corruption inducer in the region while his sister gained her father's artistic creation power. The mother would end up dealing a fatal shot to the man, using her power to get information to cover any doubts, ending him after his impressive run that had lasted since he was a young man himself and she did a good job at covering her tracks to prevent discovery. But before the death both parents had raised two intelligent and creative kids though Jack had some of his father's worse habits of taking what he wanted when he wanted it. Despite his mother's attempts it was difficult to keep Jack from using his mind and strong control of his power to get what he wanted though hurting anyone seemed to be a no go for him. It certainly caused some tension with his mother, especially when she realized her own power was less than her sons, but he only seemed to do it when money was short or if he saw something that he found interesting.

Jack seemed to see stealing less as a crime and more as a way to keep food on the table which while it didn't make him popular he wasn't wrong. He also seemed very protective of his sister who seemed to be accepting enough of his methods as long as he never hurt anyone, she might well have been the reason he never went further. One thing that struck the boy was the death of his father which made him have to sober up quickly and grow up quicker but also made him curious as to who did it. He found getting information wasn't particularly hard when he could take it and he also used some other sources that he wouldn't name to pry some of the more classified of it. Both Nina and himself were extremely upset when they found out it was their own mother who had killed dear old dad. Jack summarily lost it and found out where his mother was in the city while she was trying to keep up her crime fighting and in his rage he overmatched her power and had her kill the villain she was facing against as well as herself a moment after. There was a large amount of regret over it and it put the spotlight on the twins because of the outburst. Jack and Nina tried to hide and for a while they kept out of sight while Jack used his power to keep them afloat and it would go on like this for a couple years. He had managed to get them a place to stay and a pretty steady amount of money between working and stealing, he had become part of a mercenary company for a short time but was eventually caught managing to get his sister to safety with some quick thinking before getting disabled, caught, and thrown into Miss. Dawson's custody.

Dreams/Wishes: Jack wants to have a good life with plenty to go around where he doesn't have to hurt or steal know both him and Nina are safe and happy.

Evil, Good, Walking the Line: Walking the Line.

Siblings (If Any): Nina Stahl.(Younger twin sister)

Pets (If Any): None.

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Open]

I'm also up for this.

Footprints In The Snow [Still Accepting!]

Makaria shivered looking out over the ravine though it wasn't just the cold causing it but it made a difference. She was not the biggest fan of heights and the new landscape provided endless chances to renew the discomfort the surged up whenever they had to make a crossing. Not helped when the first man to make the attempt fell which made the idea of going across even less pleasant but there really was no other choice as to staying or going. She made her way up next to the cable taking a deep breath to steady herself before starting to slowly inch herself along keeping her eyes up and away from the chasm below giving total focus to staying on the rope. The wind was forcing her to be more cautious with her large coat threatening to catch a gust which would strain her grip or at worst pull her clean off. It took her longer but she made it to solid ground after a close call right at the end causing her to scramble onto the snow wanting to be about as far away from the ravine as possible. It took a little work to calm down afterwards and the small woman was obviously not pleased as she muttered in complaint while getting the now off the larger coat as best she could. Couldn't have just been open area like the last place... She thought annoyed with the environment itself for making her do stupid things like going across a gap.

Makaria deciding against looking back took in what was in front of her trying to see if she could spot anything that stuck out in the white, maybe a building that still managed to be above ground. Nothing jumped out quite yet with the wind stirring up all the snow on the surface making long distance vision damn near impossible drawing a sigh out of the Finn who wouldn't mind being able to worm into a building about now.

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Good to know everything's alright as is.

Footprints In The Snow [Still Accepting!]

I don't mind waiting a bit for something good.

Footprints In The Snow [Still Accepting!]

Makaria Nislen

Age: 25.

Gender: Female.

Equipment: Old, but, thick winter coat two sizes too big for her. 4" utility knife with some rust. A couple pieces of frozen, cured fish and a can of beans, what kind of fish she doesn't know. Lastly, her old pair of ice skates.

Skills: Sneaking, getting into small spaces, scavenging, rather good night vision, great spatial awareness,

Personality: Makaria is best described as being fairly skittish around people she doesn't know though it does fade the longer she it around them. She is very much a realist when it comes to other people having very little trust to begin with but eventually warming up as her confidence in them does. Though she hates to admit it she is easily frightened but her small size and speed make it more of a boon when danger comes knocking. Its an instinct that bothers her because where she would like to help others out she can't exactly carry or support them which has been a big blow to her self confidence. However, she gets very feisty if cornered or being restrained which usually ends up with her being stuck and frustrated though she has and will break out if given a seconds chance using any means necessary. She is quiet and can go unnoticed most of the time if she doesn't pipe up which can be a gift and a curse depending on her though when in trouble she can get loud quickly which is the only real time she gets particularly vocal.

Pre-Ice Age- Makaria never had much of an impact on her life until right before the new ice age hit. Her wealthy parents had been more than a little protective and controlling when it came to her because she was their only child and they thought she was too fragile to be left to her own devices especially given her habit of getting to places she shouldn't and hiding around. She was born and raised in Finland but she ended up moving around quite a bit once her parents found out she was an extremely good at ice skating. It was the only thing she really ended up knowing how to do after that because there was no way she wasn't going be put in the spotlight by her mother in particular who enjoyed the limelight more than she did. To be fair she would admit that she was never left wanting for much except for some freedom and time alone because she started to despise going out and doing her performances. She eventually disappeared from the public eye having fought her parents over it vehemently until they gave in that she wanted none of it anymore.

Post-Ice Age- Makaria ended up alone quickly after the snow and ice fell being more vulnerable several other survivors or groups didn't think someone like her would last long never knowing just how wrong they were. She had been mostly alone in the family home and had managed to stay there for awhile eventually having to leave and taking what she could. Sure she was small and weak but stupid she is not making use of her own skills to keep alive and keeping moving while staying out of sight if possible. It was a wise thought because if people were going to turn selfish and violent now would be the time and she has been witness to some horrible things that she managed to avoid herself. It was the group that found her however and not the other way around because finding what looked like a single person camp next to a dug out tunnel into a solid snow bank. She hadn't dug the tunnel herself but it was plenty big enough for her to stay out of the wind and keep from freezing while making the fire had been tricky but it let her eat.

Makaria had been less than pleased being woken up by someone moving around outside her makeshift shelter and had at first refused to come out not willing to trust them so easily. It took some prompting but eventually coaxing her out once they had managed to get in through that they weren't hostile or going to mess with her, a rather big fear of hers. She might not have seemed like much at first but showed the skills that kept her alive and fed which would become invaluable when trying to get into old buildings or looking for supplies. She has since sort of warmed up to the others but still keeps her distance a bit while pulling what weight she can to keep herself and the others alive in the cold.