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Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Claire Sparks

Basic Information

Name:

Claire Sparks

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Shocker, Ms.Lightningbolt,

Gender:

Female

Age:

17

Height:

5’10”

Weight:

150 lbs

Home District:

Union Point Hills

Appearance

Hair Color:

Jet black with a pink streak, but that’s only because of the dye. Her hair is usually dirty blonde.

Eye Color:

Dark Blue

Ethnicity:

European

Physical Appearance:

Claire is a girl of average height and weight. She is fairly toned (a life on the street tends to do this to you) and is pretty strong for a girl her size. She is extremely unladylike in her build and general posture, often moving with a swaggering walk like she knows she’s the shit. Her skin is actually slightly tanned but the black clothes and hair make it appear much paler than it actually is. Claire’s right arm is a sleeve of tattoos with various shapes and meanings. The image of a rose appears often in these. At the top of her right shoulder is a large colorful tattoo of a sugar skull.
Her face is heart-shaped and is set off by a rather obvious scar on her chin. Her hair is an unnatural jet black and is worn in a rather ragged chop-job which suits her oddly. Her hair pretty much exists in a state of disheveledness. Her eyes are almond-shaped with long full lashes and thin eyebrows. She has a very angular face, with a sharp nose and high cheekbones. Her lips are pale and generally scowl. There are dots of acne along her jaw, but her makeup covers this up to a degree. Claire’s teeth are white but slightly crooked. One or two of her molars are capped in metal from getting broken in fights. Her fingernails are painted metallic silver.

Attire:

Punk isn’t dead! Claire dresses like a biker girl who just got back from a Halestorm concert. She normally wears a pair of black skinny jeans with a tank top or tee shirt with something from one of her favorite bands and a black studded leather jacket that cuts off just above her waist. The back, sides, and arms of the jacket are pockmarked with silver studs. She wears a pair of black combat boots on her feet.

Personality
Innate & Outward Personality:

How do I put this gently...Claire is in general a jackass. She’s known for having a short temper and a hard fist. She has more balls than brains, so the saying goes, and because of this seems to constantly be getting in fights with people. She is known to be rather reckless, devil may care attitude, throwing herself into danger constantly for seemingly no reason. She is incredibly blunt and quite honestly doesn’t give a shit if anyone’s offended by what she has to say. Claire is the type of person who says the thing that no one else is ballsy enough to say. You can’t knock her for her courage, though. She’s something else when it comes to that.
Claire is stubborn as a rock and just as unintelligent; obviously honors classes aren’t her thing. Claire is one of those insecure teenaged girls who instead of trying to fit in and blend with the rest of society does the opposite by trying to look as out of place as possible so as to laugh at insecurity. This makes Claire a rather unpopular person, as she makes fun of everyone and everything. This is generally harmless, though, and those who have come to know Claire understand that she doesn’t mean any harm.

Hobbies/Interests:

Smoking, fighting, drinking, making fun of people, making lewd sexual references. She generally enjoys getting into trouble and/or getting trashed. She’s probably an alcoholic, but she doesn’t care. She loves guitar, playing both six-string and bass. Claire’s dream is to one day become a professional guitarist. She draws occasionally, but she’s really self-conscious about her drawing, so these are only doodles. Claire is a big fan of really spicy food, especially Mexican. Her music fits her personality and appearance; Halestorm, Paramore, Panic! at the Disco, Fallout Boy, My Chemical Romance, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Pink. Despite her appearance, she reads a good bit (not having a lot of people to hang out with encourages reading). She loves Looking for Alaska.

Skills/Talents:

She’s a good guitarist and has a nice rock voice. She’s a pretty good artist, having designed most of her own tattoos (save the skull). Claire also has a good sense of streetsmart to balance out her lack of booksmart. She knows who to fuck with and who not to fuck with, and reads body language well. From living on the streets, she has learned how to fight fairly well (or more so how to fight dirty), but any trained fighter would probably school her in straight hand-to-hand combat.

Prized Possession:

Probably her leather jacket, which belonged to her brother.

Quote(s):

“Get the fuck out of here. I’m packing heat, bitch!”

History/Bio:

Claire was born in Mendel to a pretty shitty family. Her father was an abusive drunk and her mother was completely useless and submissive. The only real parental figure that Claire ever truly recognized was her brother Damien, who himself wasn’t the best guy. Damien was significantly older than Claire, and he was a lieutenant in The Skulls, one of Mendel’s two meta gangs. Because her father was so violent, Claire generally spent her life outside, and often followed Damien wherever he went. Damien was known as the responsible Skull, and so he would often not partake in drinking if Claire was around.
When Claire turned seven, she discovered her power. One day, she walked in on her father beating her mother. Her father looked up and tried to come after Claire herself. Damien wasn’t there- he had detention -and so Claire was helpless. Just as her father approached her, however, she felt an energy well up inside of her. The moment he touched her, an arc of electricity shot through his body and he was sent flying backwards into the wall. Claire’s father left the next day, and the family never saw him again. In retrospect, this was a massive improvement.
It was the next year that the Mendel Gang War began. Damien wasn’t home as often now that the gang needed him, and Claire began to become quite lonely. She drank her first beer at age eleven, and spent her middle school years getting into trouble. She practically spent her life in detention to get away from her Damien-less family. The Skulls never truly forgot about Claire, though. They always seemed to have her back even during the war. Several times she was saved from potential rapes and muggings by them, and at age thirteen they officially inducted her into the gang, though she was not allowed to see combat against the Vanguard or NEST. She received the tattoo that same year, and over the next few years would complete her tattoo sleeve.
Then the war ended. Skeleton was arrested, Diablo was killed, and many members of the gang fled to Verthaven, where they knew NEST presence to be less intense. Damien and Claire went with them, simply leaving home one day with their high mother cursing after them. They arrived in Verthaven and settled in Union Point Hills. Some of the members who fled (about a dozen of them fled) joined the Fiends, but the others knew better and decided to attempt to live normal lives. They all lived side-by-side each other, working like one big family. When Claire turned fifteen, she was attacked by members of the Fiends. In the course of escaping from them, she released a blast of lightning so strong that two of the gang members were killed, two were put in six-month comas, and all of the streetlights exploded. After this, she was approached by recruiters for Academy 12, and was invited to join the school to learn how to use her powers. In the spirit of living normal lives, the Skulls convinced her to join, and she has been going to school there ever since.

Relationships

Family:

Joel Sparks- Father -50
Sierra Sparks- Mother -48

Damien Sparks- Brother -29
Dynamics:

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Abilities

Power Class:

Elemental

Power:

Kinetic Electrokinesis: Claire has the ability to create and manipulate electricity through movement. Her nerve cells release twenty times more electrical energy than your average nerve, you see, and so Claire naturally has an electric charge to her, which she can use offensively or to power electronic devices at her touch (her phone never dies). The more Claire moves, the more energy she gains. She can store electrical power in her brain, but only for about fifteen minutes until it leaks out and she has to regenerate it. Electricity, of course, is a pretty powerful form of energy, as it can move at light speed and is extremely hot. Claire's electricity reaches between 500-750 milliamps, which is strong enough to cause muscle spasms, muscular paralysis (this is really only prominent when someone is physically touching Claire), and temporary respiratory arrest. While Claire could theoretically cause cardiac arrest with her powers, she cannot sustain an electrical blast long enough to do so, so stopping people's hearts is out of the question. While Claire's electrical amperage is fairly tame as far as electricity goes, her electrical shocks are extremely hot, so she still causes burns on enemies, especially when an enemy is carrying metal. Claire’s brain is brimming with electrical power, which gives her a very interesting relationship with telepaths. She is stupidly easy for telepaths to locate, but they cannot enter her thoughts lest they enjoy the sound of white noise due to the powerful electrical current.

Limits:

Claire has a limit to how much electricity she can use at one time. Her body has adapted to the increase in energy by using it to power certain high-energy organs (ie, the heart). If Claire wastes too much of her power, her heart will give out and she’ll fall into a coma until her body restarts it.
Secondly, motion. Claire has to move in order to generate energy, meaning that if she stops moving, she loses her power. Restraining Claire will cause her to quickly lose her powers. If Claire is knocked unconscious, she loses all of her powers instantly, and while sleeping Claire does not generate a charge, so when she wakes up she temporarily does not have her power.
Thirdly, lightning rods. Any kind of grounded conductor (such as a lightning rod) can draw Claire’s electricity towards it, making her less accurate. She can resist this, but it requires significantly more energy to accurately use her powers in the presence of a grounded conductor, tiring her out quicker.
Claire also has a range restriction on her electricity due to the blooming effect. The blooming effect is essentially where the heat of a projectile causes the oxygen around it to heat into a plasma, making it more difficult for said projectile to travel. This is usually observed with lasers, but it works the same with Claire’s electricity. The blooming effect gives Claire a range restriction of about fifty feet.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Claire’s main weakness is that she is not actually immune to electricity. While her body can tolerate it when it is in a potential form (like, not being used), it cannot tolerate it so well when Claire is releasing her powers, meaning that residual energy can majorly mess her up. To compensate for this, Claire must always be grounded when she uses her powers. Grounding is a process where an excess of charge in an object is removed by transferring it to an object of substantial size. In layman’s terms, Claire needs to be either standing on the ground or touching something metal (or a building with a metal frame) to prevent herself from getting zapped. Basically, if Claire uses her powers when not touching the ground or not touching metal, she electrocutes herself, which can cause some really bad damage.
Speaking of electrocuting oneself, Claire and water don’t mix. Claire has no catlike fear of water, but if Claire uses her power while wet, she can seriously harm herself. Non-pure water (ie all water) is a great conductor, and so Claire using her powers while wet yields a similar effect to taking a bath with an electric heater. Long story short, if Claire uses her powers while wet, she’ll burn the fuck out of herself. When Claire does shock herself while wet, however, she creates an odd effect on electronics around her. In an attempt to keep herself from being fried, Claire releases most of her electricity in a form known as The Discharge, a low-amperage energy wave which is harmless to humans (it might feel like a little static electricity shock) but devastating to electronics. She once shocked herself in this manner while in a Target and blew up the entire electronics section. These effects, however, must be caused by external water, as Claire’s sweat mysteriously will not cause these effects.

Other:

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Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Claire Sparks

Basic Information

Name:

Claire Sparks

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Shocker, Ms.Lightningbolt,

Gender:

Female

Age:

17

Height:

5’10”

Weight:

150 lbs

Home District:

Union Point Hills

Appearance

Hair Color:

Jet black with a pink streak, but that’s only because of the dye. Her hair is usually dirty blonde.

Eye Color:

Dark Blue

Ethnicity:

European

Physical Appearance:

Claire is a girl of average height and weight. She is fairly toned (a life on the street tends to do this to you) and is pretty strong for a girl her size. She is extremely unladylike in her build and general posture, often moving with a swaggering walk like she knows she’s the shit. Her skin is actually slightly tanned but the black clothes and hair make it appear much paler than it actually is. Claire’s right arm is a sleeve of tattoos with various shapes and meanings. The image of a rose appears often in these. At the top of her right shoulder is a large colorful tattoo of a sugar skull.
Her face is heart-shaped and is set off by a rather obvious scar on her chin. Her hair is an unnatural jet black and is worn in a rather ragged chop-job which suits her oddly. Her hair pretty much exists in a state of disheveledness. Her eyes are almond-shaped with long full lashes and thin eyebrows. She has a very angular face, with a sharp nose and high cheekbones. Her lips are pale and generally scowl. There are dots of acne along her jaw, but her makeup covers this up to a degree. Claire’s teeth are white but slightly crooked. One or two of her molars are capped in metal from getting broken in fights. Her fingernails are painted metallic silver.

Attire:

Punk isn’t dead! Claire dresses like a biker girl who just got back from a Halestorm concert. She normally wears a pair of black skinny jeans with a tank top or tee shirt with something from one of her favorite bands and a black studded leather jacket that cuts off just above her waist. The back, sides, and arms of the jacket are pockmarked with silver studs. She wears a pair of black combat boots on her feet.

Personality
Innate & Outward Personality:

How do I put this gently...Claire is in general a jackass. She’s known for having a short temper and a hard fist. She has more balls than brains, so the saying goes, and because of this seems to constantly be getting in fights with people. She is known to be rather reckless, devil may care attitude, throwing herself into danger constantly for seemingly no reason. She is incredibly blunt and quite honestly doesn’t give a shit if anyone’s offended by what she has to say. Claire is the type of person who says the thing that no one else is ballsy enough to say. You can’t knock her for her courage, though. She’s something else when it comes to that.
Claire is stubborn as a rock and just as unintelligent; obviously honors classes aren’t her thing. Claire is one of those insecure teenaged girls who instead of trying to fit in and blend with the rest of society does the opposite by trying to look as out of place as possible so as to laugh at insecurity. This makes Claire a rather unpopular person, as she makes fun of everyone and everything. This is generally harmless, though, and those who have come to know Claire understand that she doesn’t mean any harm.

Hobbies/Interests:

Smoking, fighting, drinking, making fun of people, making lewd sexual references. She generally enjoys getting into trouble and/or getting trashed. She’s probably an alcoholic, but she doesn’t care. She loves guitar, playing both six-string and bass. Claire’s dream is to one day become a professional guitarist. She draws occasionally, but she’s really self-conscious about her drawing, so these are only doodles. Claire is a big fan of really spicy food, especially Mexican. Her music fits her personality and appearance; Halestorm, Paramore, Panic! at the Disco, Fallout Boy, My Chemical Romance, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Pink. Despite her appearance, she reads a good bit (not having a lot of people to hang out with encourages reading). She loves Looking for Alaska.

Skills/Talents:

She’s a good guitarist and has a nice rock voice. She’s a pretty good artist, having designed most of her own tattoos (save the skull). Claire also has a good sense of streetsmart to balance out her lack of booksmart. She knows who to fuck with and who not to fuck with, and reads body language well. From living on the streets, she has learned how to fight fairly well (or more so how to fight dirty), but any trained fighter would probably school her in straight hand-to-hand combat.

Prized Possession:

Probably her leather jacket, which belonged to her brother.

Quote(s):

“Get the fuck out of here. I’m packing heat, bitch!”

History/Bio:

Claire was born in Mendel to a pretty shitty family. Her father was an abusive drunk and her mother was completely useless and submissive. The only real parental figure that Claire ever truly recognized was her brother Damien, who himself wasn’t the best guy. Damien was significantly older than Claire, and he was a lieutenant in The Skulls, one of Mendel’s two meta gangs. Because her father was so violent, Claire generally spent her life outside, and often followed Damien wherever he went. Damien was known as the responsible Skull, and so he would often not partake in drinking if Claire was around.
When Claire turned seven, she discovered her power. One day, she walked in on her father beating her mother. Her father looked up and tried to come after Claire herself. Damien wasn’t there- he had detention -and so Claire was helpless. Just as her father approached her, however, she felt an energy well up inside of her. The moment he touched her, an arc of electricity shot through his body and he was sent flying backwards into the wall. Claire’s father left the next day, and the family never saw him again. In retrospect, this was a massive improvement.
It was the next year that the Mendel Gang War began. Damien wasn’t home as often now that the gang needed him, and Claire began to become quite lonely. She drank her first beer at age eleven, and spent her middle school years getting into trouble. She practically spent her life in detention to get away from her Damien-less family. The Skulls never truly forgot about Claire, though. They always seemed to have her back even during the war. Several times she was saved from potential rapes and muggings by them, and at age thirteen they officially inducted her into the gang, though she was not allowed to see combat against the Vanguard or NEST. She received the tattoo that same year, and over the next few years would complete her tattoo sleeve.
Then the war ended. Skeleton was arrested, Diablo was killed, and many members of the gang fled to Verthaven, where they knew NEST presence to be less intense. Damien and Claire went with them, simply leaving home one day with their high mother cursing after them. They arrived in Verthaven and settled in Union Point Hills. Some of the members who fled (about a dozen of them fled) joined the Fiends, but the others knew better and decided to attempt to live normal lives. They all lived side-by-side each other, working like one big family. When Claire turned fifteen, she was attacked by members of the Fiends. In the course of escaping from them, she released a blast of lightning so strong that two of the gang members were killed, two were put in six-month comas, and all of the streetlights exploded. After this, she was approached by recruiters for Academy 12, and was invited to join the school to learn how to use her powers. In the spirit of living normal lives, the Skulls convinced her to join, and she has been going to school there ever since.

Relationships

Family:

Joel Sparks- Father -50
Sierra Sparks- Mother -48

Damien Sparks- Brother -29
Dynamics:

| | | "" |

Abilities

Power Class:

Elemental

Power:

Kinetic Electrokinesis: Claire has the ability to create and manipulate electricity through movement. Her nerve cells release twenty times more electrical energy than your average nerve, you see, and so Claire naturally has an electric charge to her, which she can use offensively or to power electronic devices at her touch (her phone never dies). The more Claire moves, the more energy she gains. She can store electrical power in her brain, but only for about fifteen minutes until it leaks out and she has to regenerate it. Electricity, of course, is a pretty powerful form of energy, as it can move at light speed and is extremely hot. This makes Claire pretty dangerous, especially when opponents are carrying metal. Claire’s brain is brimming with electrical power, which gives her a very interesting relationship with telepaths. She is stupidly easy for telepaths to locate, but they cannot enter her thoughts lest they enjoy the sound of white noise due to the powerful electrical current.

Limits:

Claire has a limit to how much electricity she can use at one time. Her body has adapted to the increase in energy by using it to power certain high-energy organs (ie, the heart). If Claire wastes too much of her power, her heart will give out and she’ll fall into a coma until her body restarts it.
Secondly, motion. Claire has to move in order to generate energy, meaning that if she stops moving, she loses her power. Restraining Claire will cause her to quickly lose her powers. If Claire is knocked unconscious, she loses all of her powers instantly, and while sleeping Claire does not generate a charge, so when she wakes up she temporarily does not have her power.
Thirdly, lightning rods. Any kind of grounded conductor (such as a lightning rod) can draw Claire’s electricity towards it, making her less accurate. She can resist this, but it requires significantly more energy to accurately use her powers in the presence of a grounded conductor, tiring her out quicker.
Claire also has a range restriction on her electricity due to the blooming effect. The blooming effect is essentially where the heat of a projectile causes the oxygen around it to heat into a plasma, making it more difficult for said projectile to travel. This is usually observed with lasers, but it works the same with Claire’s electricity. The blooming effect gives Claire a range restriction of about fifty feet.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Claire’s main weakness is that she is not actually immune to electricity. While her body can tolerate it when it is in a potential form (like, not being used), it cannot tolerate it so well when Claire is releasing her powers, meaning that residual energy can majorly mess her up. To compensate for this, Claire must always be grounded when she uses her powers. Grounding is a process where an excess of charge in an object is removed by transferring it to an object of substantial size. In layman’s terms, Claire needs to be either standing on the ground or touching something metal (or a building with a metal frame) to prevent herself from getting zapped. Basically, if Claire uses her powers when not touching the ground or not touching metal, she electrocutes herself, which can cause some really bad damage.
Speaking of electrocuting oneself, Claire and water don’t mix. Claire has no catlike fear of water, but if Claire uses her power while wet, she can seriously harm herself. Non-pure water (ie all water) is a great conductor, and so Claire using her powers while wet yields a similar effect to taking a bath with an electric heater. Long story short, if Claire uses her powers while wet, she’ll burn the fuck out of herself. When Claire does shock herself while wet, however, she creates an odd effect on electronics around her. In an attempt to keep herself from being fried, Claire releases most of her electricity in a form known as The Discharge, a low-amperage energy wave which is harmless to humans (it might feel like a little static electricity shock) but devastating to electronics. She once shocked herself in this manner while in a Target and blew up the entire electronics section. These effects, however, must be caused by external water, as Claire’s sweat mysteriously will not cause these effects.

Other:

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Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

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Sam Clarke

@Mr Allen J

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Sam Clarke sat leaning against the side of an Asian food truck, eating the best Pad Thai he'd ever had with a plastic spork. He hadn't eaten since early in the morning before his morning run, and about now he was starving. He was dressed in his uniform; black NEST tactical gear with the KINGFISHER logo on the sides. Unlike the other officers who were stationed around the fair, Sam's job was to stay on the inside and monitor any suspicious behavior. This was a cakewalk for an invisible man.

Even now as he ate he was invisible, as many citizens didn't feel comfortable seeing a NEST officer appear to not be doing his job. Technically, he should have been walking around following suspicious people, but Pad Thai was really good and the guy ordering wontons was definitely suspicious-looking. Middle-aged man, bald with a dark goatee, looked a little like Walter white minus the glasses and intelligence. Sam could've sworn he'd seen the guy before. Upon receiving his wontons, the man walked over to a wooden picnic table and sat down with his family, a blonde-haired wife, a teenaged girl, and a young boy.

Suspicion nullified. Sam thought to himself as he ate. He'd seen some messed up shit in his years, but no combatant had ever brought their kids into the warzone. Sam finished eating and tossed the plastic bowl into the trashcan. He began to walk through the crowd, occasionally bumping people only for them to find that no one was there. Moving through crowds was quite the challenge for Sam, but over the years he'd learned how to do it right. The trick was to move with the flow of traffic and be sure to avoid anyone moving the wrong way. Still, though, Sam bumped several people, including a very obnoxious overweight man who nearly shoved Sam into a baby stroller. Sam tripped the fat man and laughed as he fell face-first into someone's gyro, getting a nice big Tzatziki mustache.

When Sam approached the edge of the fair, he ducked behind a car and became visible. Out here, he looked like he was doing his job. He pulled out his phone to text his wife, but before he could touch a button he saw someone running from out of the crowd into an alleyway. He was going to ignore it, but then Sam had second thoughts; that was a bit of an oddly-shaped silhouette. Grumbling, he put his phone away in his pocket and walked over to the alley, his arms crossed sternly. There was a curry stain on his vest. Fuck. He approached the person in question (who was quite well-concealed) and said in an authoritative voice:

"Is everything alright here?"

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Eva Chilver

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Eva always loved going to the fair. Though it was crowded and polluted, she always met the nicest people and had the best conversations. She parked her green Nissan Leaf as close as she could get it (about three blocks away) and then stepped out, her Pointer, Orion, following her. Whenever she went outside, the dog tended to follow her out of the door, and he was so good at looking pathetic that she couldn't help but let him come with her. He was like an annoying-yet-adorable little kid. She wished that she could have taken Goliath with her, but after the last time she brought an iguana the size of a beagle into a large crowd, she figured it would be a better idea for him to stay home.

As she clipped a leash to Orion's collar, he barked.

"We're in public, Orion. There's an ordinance against having dogs without a leash." Another bark.

"Do you want to go back to the pound, Orion?" Eva said a little more sternly. The dog whimpered and looked down "That's better."

They began to walk down the sidewalk, towards the fair. As they walked, Eva busied herself by pointing at flower buds and watching them flutter open in rainbows of color. She stopped to touch a sick-looking maple tree which lined the road and it perked up immediately, its leaves turning a vibrant green. The smell of maple wafted past her nose, an arboreal "thank you". Orion lifted his leg and urinated, and the maple smell vanished.

"You'd think the tree would be more thankful for that nitrogenous waste" Eva said to herself. Soon they were at the fair, and the smells of dozens of food vendors filled Orion's nose. Immediately he began to pull Eva to the hotdog stand, but she would have none of that.

"Do you know how bad all of that inorganic crap is for you?" Eva said, crouching down at the edge of the crowd. Orion barked back at her. It sounded insulting. Eva tossed her hair flippantly and half-dragged the dog away from the stand. She could hear his paws grinding on the pavement.

After walking through the crowd for about ten minutes, Eva finally broke down and bought poor Orion a chili dog. She herself just drank water. Fried food was among her least favorite things on the planet save cigarette smoke and slave labor. She sat down at a bench and the dog devoured the...dog.

"Glad you're enjoying your mystery meat" she seethed.

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Nakoda and Eva have got to meet at some point.

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Sam Clarke

Basic Information

Name:

Sam Clarke

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Sam, Renegade, KINGFISHER NIGHTOWL

Gender:

Male

Age:

34

Height:

6’0”

Weight:

190 lbs

Home District:

Knightdale Rows

Appearance

Hair Color:

Dark brown

Eye Color:

brown

Ethnicity:

English, Mexican, Cherokee, though he is still caucasian.

Physical Appearance:

Sam is a decently handsome individual, muscular and well-built. He is a man who obviously knows his way around the gym, and it is clear that he is quite physically active. He has strong, broad shoulders, a barrelled chest, and chiseled abs. His skin is tanned from spending long hours outside. Sam’s right bicep has a tattoo of the American flag on it. Around said flag are the words “Don’t tread on me.” On the upper right side of his chest is a tattoo of a Mendel NEST badge. Around the badge are seven names, presumably of Sam’s friends who died in combat. The badge is tattooed over a bullet scar.
Sam’s head is rectangular, long with a sharp jawline. He’s got slightly larger-than-average ears and an average nose. His hair is a dark brown and is combed in a fade, with the top combed back and the sides shaved down to a buzz. Sam has a wide mouth and a smile of mostly cleverly-disguised false teeth, especially along the right side of his lower jaw. His eyes are brown and his eyebrows are dark and tough-looking.
Sam generally walks with his chest puffed out and his head scanning around him. He seems confident in his posture, but yet his eyes are always darting around behind his aviators, looking to see if he’s being watched. His voice is low and intense-sounding, with a definite southern drawl.

Attire:

On-duty: When on-duty, Sam wears full NEST KINGFISHER tactical gear, which essentially looks like full police tac gear minus the helmet. The gear is reinforced at vital spots with Dragonskin, a kevlar-like material which can stop most ballistic weapons. As it is armor designed to fight metas, it is equipped to handle several common meta threats. The armor is insulated from electricity, is fireproof up to 600 degrees Fahrenheit, and is shock-resistant, reducing the amount of damage taken from physical attacks (though if anything with super strength hits him, he’s still going to feel it). On the shoulders of his gear are patches displaying the NEST KINGFISHER badge. Sam doesn’t wear a helmet, but he always wears a pair of blue-tinted mirrored aviators to cover his eyes. When in assault mode (like, he’s about to attack a heavily-armed facility or something) Sam will don a pair of night-vision goggles as well as a helmet and a face shield.

Since Sam is a NEST agent and might be seeing a good bit of combat, I’ll describe his weaponry here. Sam’s go-to gun is a nickel-plated Glock 22 with a modified 20-round magazine. This weapon he keeps on him at all times, even when he’s not in-uniform. When fighting, he screws a silencer onto the gun. When he’s on a mission, Sam also carries with him the Beretta ARX 160, an automatic carbine. The gun is designed to fire 5.56×45mm NATO ammunition (what an M16 generally fires), but Sam generally loads the gun instead with magazines containing Praetoriphor capsules, though in NEST circles said substance goes by the more foreboding name of Serum 17. Serum 17 is a gaseous serum which targets and destroys cells with atypical human DNA. It was originally designed as a cancer treatment (known as Praetoriphor) but a scientist working for NEST KINGFISHER altered it to be used as an aerosol weapon against metas. Exposure to the serum causes chemical burns, severe pain, and weakening of physical defenses (biological armors of any kind). The serum is nonfatal, however. Sam also carries a basic combat knife with him.

Off-Duty: Sam’s off-duty attire is generally jeans, a tee shirt of some kind, a pair of combat boots, and his trademark blue aviators. He wears a gold wedding band on his left hand (he always wears this, but when on duty his gloves conceal it) and around his neck he wears a bullet on a chain (also on when he’s on-duty). Said bullet was taken from his chest when he was shot on-duty during the Mendel Gang War. He never takes it off. When it gets cold, Sam wears a denim jacket.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Sam is a tough warrior of a guy who’s just beginning to settle down into a normal life. He’s generally a confident (maybe a little over-confident) and mentally-tough guy, doing whatever he needs to do to get the job done. You can accuse Sam of many things, but being a coward is not one of them. Sam puts his life on the line time and time again. He’s known to be pretty reckless in battle, and were it not for his power he probably would’ve died years ago. He’s as loyal as he is brave. Being more of a follower than a leader, he will generally listen to commands and has trust that whoever is in power knows what they’re doing. Over the years Sam has gained a great deal of pride, however, and he will not do other people’s dirty work. Sam generally tries to stick to the plan, but on a few occasions his reckless nature has caused him to go all Leeroy Jenkins on a mission.
Sam’s not some ideal hero, however. He’s a workaholic, first and foremost, and worse than that he often uses work to avoid problems back home. He took the Verthaven job to attempt to escape his marital problems, which are becoming quite troublesome on his mind. While he is fearless when facing the barrel of a gun or the fire of a metahuman, Sam isn’t quite so courageous when it comes to family matters. Sam’s family in itself has definitely taken the edge off of the old Nightowl. He can’t really be as reckless as he used to be because he has a wife and a kid to come back to now. This makes him hesitant, especially when in a highly-dangerous situation where hesitance could spell failure.

Hobbies/Interests:

Being a dad now, Sam has begun to enjoy more dad-esque things such as fishing and grilling. He absolutely will not do golf, however, and any friend of his who offers him a game of golf knows that they’re in for a facefull. Sam smokes cigars a lot, and is quite a cigar aficionado, though with the kid around he’s begun to stop smoking as much. When his buddies are in town, Sam will hang out with them and share a beer or two, though he generally doesn’t drink unless in a group. On clear nights, he will go out for a drive with his Harley. Sam’s music is generally rock, and his favorite bands are Foo Fighters, AC/DC, Shinedown, Bon Jovi, and Avenged Sevenfold. He’s begun to listen to country some as well, and it’s not uncommon for Sam to be listening to Toby Keith or Kenny Chesney. He watches Sportcenter a lot. His favorite football team is the Cowboys and his favorite baseball team is the Rangers.

Skills/Talents:

Well let’s get all the combat out of the way before we talk about normal things. Being an elite member of an elite squadron of NEST, you don’t generally want to get in a fight with Sam. He is a master of hand-to-hand combat, and is a killer streetfighter. Having once been a boxer in high school and college, he has fairly good feet and throws one hell of a jab. He is a master marksman on the Glock 22 (it means he passed the highest level of accuracy qualifications) and is fairly accurate on the rifle as well, though he’s still training to get marksman status for it. He’s fast too. Sam’s certainly not as quick as he used to be, but he can still outrun your average goon.
Aside from fighting, Sam’s decent at many things, but he’s not really good at things which don’t require punching or kicking. He’s handy around the house, meaning that he knows how to change a lightbulb or install appliances. He knows his way around a toolbox, but he’s no carpenter. When he was a kid, Sam was in a band, and he still remembers how to play guitar, though he has only just recently begun to practice it again. Sam is also good with a barbecue, and makes the best pulled pork you’ve ever eaten, an old family recipe.

Prized Possession:

He used to say the bullet around his neck, but now he’s a grownup so he feels required to say “my family”.

Quote(s):

“Time to watch me disappear.”

History/Bio:

Sam was born in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. He was born into a military family, with a father who fought in Grenada and the Gulf War, an uncle who served in Vietnam (his uncle was actually a helicopter door gunner in ‘Nam, possibly the most dangerous job you could have) and a grandfather who served in World War II. As such, he spent his childhood listening to war stories. Though his father was in the military, the family didn’t move around very much, though Sam did spend a few years at Quantico in Virginia. When For the entirety of his childhood, Sam Clarke wanted to be a United States Marine, just like his father. In high school, he played football and was an all-star linebacker (which in Texas is saying something), and he was captain of his school’s ROTC. He was all set; at his mother’s request, he would attend Texas A&M on a football scholarship and do Navy ROTC so that once he got out he could enlist. However, just as he was about to go to college, the government enacted Proclamation 18: a law which outlawed metahumans in the US military.
Now Sam knew about his power since he was young. One night when he was ten, Sam’s house was broken into while he was sitting in the living room. He was so terrified that he turned invisible, and later his parents walked around the room trying to find him as he cried. He had never really cared much about his powers, though, and rarely used them. Knowing how much discrimination metas were put under, his parents never told anyone that their son was a meta, and Sam never told anyone either, not even his best friends.
But not telling people wouldn’t get you through a genetic test. Sam was denied entrance to Texas A&M’s ROTC. He was crushed, and nearly failed out of school. He came with the news to his father; his father just told him how much of a disappointment he was. Crushed, Sam dropped out of school and turned into a bum for a year or so, sitting around and drinking, wallowing in his own self-pity. Then a friend of his took him to Mendel, Louisiana, and introduced him to NEST. Immediately, Sam decided that he was going to join them. With their help, he got into Mendel University and got a degree in criminal justice. On the side, he worked with the Wright Institute, which trained him how to use his powers properly.
After graduating college and the Wright Institute, Sam began NEST training, which lasted two years. Due to his football and boxing when he was young, Sam was very talented at hand-to-hand combat, and his powers made him even more effective. For about three years, he patrolled as a normal member of NEST, and quickly showed himself to be an excellent warrior. Then, in 2005, the Mendel Gang War began. The Vanguard lieutenant known as Black Mamba was murdered by a member of the Skulls known as Jack Frost, and a war broke out which would last about six years. Sam was instrumental in the fight against the gangs, and at the fever pitch of the war in 2010, he was promoted to KINGFISHER, an elite unit of NEST designed to combat metahuman gang violence. Using a combination of his powers and deep-cover operation as a member of the Skulls, KINGFISHER was able to topple the gang and put the leader of the Skulls, a bloke who went by the name Skeleton, behind bars in a maximum-security prison designed specifically to combat his power. Sam himself killed one of Skeleton’s lieutenants, known as Diablo. The battle took its toll on KINGFISHER, however, and five of its fourteen agents were killed. This was the battle when Sam was shot, and the bullet around his neck is the one that was taken from his chest. This pretty much ended the gang war, and ever since NEST has been attempting to hunt down the leader of the Vanguard, who disappeared after her home was attacked by a KINGFISHER strike. Now that Sam was thirty, he figured that it was time to settle down. He got married relatively quickly, and now has a three-year-old son. Recently, he’s been having some problems with his family. His wife wants him to be home more often, and the pressures of being a father are taking a toll on him. So he decided to take a job in Verthaven with a few other KINFISHERs, an operation aimed to stop the war between the Red Crowns and the Iron Cross. Little does Sam know, however, that a much worse threat is about to terrorize Verthaven.

Relationships

Family:

SgtMaj. Daniel Clarke - Father - 61
Carla Clarke - Mother - 60
Capt. James Clarke - Uncle - 65
(the older) Sam Clarke - Grandfather - Deceased
Miranda Clarke - Wife - 31
Sam Clarke Jr - Son - 2 ½
Bravo - Dog (German Shepherd) - 6

Dynamics:

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Abilities

Power Class:

Super-System Biological

Power:

Invisibility: You can’t hit what you can’t see. Sam Clarke has the ability to bend light around him, causing himself to become completely invisible. When his power is activated, he becomes impossible to pick up with the naked eye and motion sense technology. In addition to this, since Sam bends light around himself, he is invisible to thermal cameras as well as night vision of any kind. Sam has the ability to cause any object touching him to also become invisible, though the largest thing which he’s done this with is a ten-year-old boy. Through training, Sam has learned how to use his power so well that he can independently cause different parts of his body to disappear, allowing him to, for example, cause his leg to turn invisible as he’s kicking, making it harder for enemies to dodge. Sam also has the ability to, when completely invisible, make himself sound-proof, allowing him to move in silence. He can switch off his soundproofing to use comms devices, however.

Limits:

As with all things, there is a time limit to how long Sam can stay invisible. The most that he’s done in one sitting is two-and-a-half hours, and by the end he was incredibly exhausted. Also, while Sam is invisible, what he does is not. If Sam is fighting someone, it's going to be obvious that someone is getting beaten up by thin air. Also, since Sam's powers are created by bending light, extremely harsh or rapidly strobing lights mess with his invisibility, causing him to kind of flicker.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Vibrations, primarily. Intense vibrations cause Sam to shake so much that he becomes visible temporarily. This prevents him from turning invisible while on his motorcycle, and also causes him to flicker into appearance for a split second every time he fires his gun (this, as you will see, is both a weakness and a strength). This means that Sam must become at least visible for a split second when fighting, making it easier for enemies to identify him. The vibrations cancel out his soundproofing too, so you hear the gun firing and such.
Secondly, while others cannot see Sam, Sam can’t see himself when invisible either. This means that in order to prevent himself from being an uncoordinated mess, he has to have very good kinesthetic awareness. If he’s distracted, he could literally forget where he is and hurt himself. This also presents a problem with aiming. While Sam has memorized where he keeps his guns, he cannot see down a sight that is invisible. This is where his vibration weakness comes in handy slightly. Sam has learned how to aim in the intervals between shots, allowing him to see the gun at the same time that his enemies see him. On the first shot, however, Sam might as well be blind, and he is absolutely dreadful at shooting from the hip. While just walking or jogging doesn't create enough vibration to mess with Sam's invisibility, an all-out sprint causes him to shimmer slightly, just enough that someone from a distance could pick up his appearance if they knew what they were looking for. Also, when Sam bumps into things, he shimmers as well.
Thirdly, Sam is not immune to certain forms of detection. Pressure plates, for example, will still trip when he steps on them, and telepaths can sense his brainwaves. If Sam is discovered, his powers give him no protection from a well-placed bullet, and his lack of headgear makes it not so difficult for a well-trained marksman to end Sam Clarke’s days with a bullet to the head.

Other:

Sam rides a black Harley Davidson XL883 Sportster into battle. It is painted all black. Sam also owns a black 2013 Chevy Silverado with a ram bar on the front. It doubles as an undercover police car, and contains a NEST scanner as well as sirens.

Themesong: Pretender by the Foo Fighters

Sample Post:

In the middle of the chaos, six people sat on their knees, surrounded by fiends. Their hands were up and their eyes looked down as the lead Fiend shouted orders at them. A mother covered her young boy's eyes. The leader of the group of Fiends wore a sweat-stained wifebeater and jeans that nearly sagged to his thighs, along with a Borderlands-style gas mask. He shook an AK-47 in the air.

"Empty your pockets! I want everything on the ground!" the people complied, throwing phones and wallets into a heap in front of the man barking orders. The leader gestured to one of his cronies and they crouched to the ground. They rummaged through wallets and purses, tossing worthless things to the side and making a pile of money, credit cards, and condoms to his right.

"You!" the gunman shouted at a middle-aged man wearing a blue suit. The man's eyes widened in fear. "Stand up!" The man struggled to his feet "Up faster! Let's go I haven't got all day!" he stood at attention. "Good. Now gimme yer watch." The man clumsily unlatched his Rolex and tossed it into the leader's grubby hands. The leader looked down at the watch, gazing at his reflection in the glass. Then he shoved it in the pocket of his pants. "And the cufflinks. Them too." The man tossed the diamond cufflinks at the leader's feet. One or two of the Fiends giggled.

"Now take yer jacket off." Laughter from the crowd. The man took it off and sat it down. "And yer pants." The man looked around embarassed, and opened his mouth to speak. The leader shoved the barrel of the AK in his face "Did I ask you to speak, you fucking shitbag?!" the leader roared "Take your fucking pants off!" The man undid his suspenders and dropped his pants to the ground. A young child in the pile in the middle started weeping.

"Good, now y-" the leader was cut short as he felt something hit him in the back like a punch. He gasped and looked down at his shirt; a red stain was beginning to form just under his heart. Just behind him, a voice spoke from thin air.

"I eat dirt like your for breakfast." The leader gasped as the invisible knife twisted. Then he fell to the ground. The Fiends all looked at where their dead leader laid perplexed. Then one of them had their legs taken out from under them. One by one they died helplessly, some flailing aimlessly with their blades and firing their guns haphazardly into the thin air. In a matter of seconds, twelve Fiends lay broken and defeated on the ground, some dead, some with broken limbs. Behind the businessman, the voice spoke once more.

"Pull your pants up and run home." The man shrieked and pulled them back up to waist level. He ran off into the crowd, his suspenders trailing behind him like tails and his hands holding up his pants. Sam appeared momentarily, just long enough to gaze down at the boy who was weeping and let the people know that a NEST agent had saved them. Then he vanished again.

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Sam Clarke

Basic Information

Name:

Sam Clarke

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Sam, Renegade, KINGFISHER NIGHTOWL

Gender:

Male

Age:

34

Height:

6’0”

Weight:

190 lbs

Home District:

Knightdale Rows

Appearance

Hair Color:

Dark brown

Eye Color:

brown

Ethnicity:

English, Mexican, Cherokee, though he is still caucasian.

Physical Appearance:

Sam is a decently handsome individual, muscular and well-built. He is a man who obviously knows his way around the gym, and it is clear that he is quite physically active. He has strong, broad shoulders, a barrelled chest, and chiseled abs. His skin is tanned from spending long hours outside. Sam’s right bicep has a tattoo of the American flag on it. Around said flag are the words “Don’t tread on me.” On the upper right side of his chest is a tattoo of a Mendel NEST badge. Around the badge are seven names, presumably of Sam’s friends who died in combat. The badge is tattooed over a bullet scar.
Sam’s head is rectangular, long with a sharp jawline. He’s got slightly larger-than-average ears and an average nose. His hair is a dark brown and is combed in a fade, with the top combed back and the sides shaved down to a buzz. Sam has a wide mouth and a smile of mostly cleverly-disguised false teeth, especially along the right side of his lower jaw. His eyes are brown and his eyebrows are dark and tough-looking.
Sam generally walks with his chest puffed out and his head scanning around him. He seems confident in his posture, but yet his eyes are always darting around behind his aviators, looking to see if he’s being watched. His voice is low and intense-sounding, with a definite southern drawl.

Attire:

On-duty: When on-duty, Sam wears full NEST KINGFISHER tactical gear, which essentially looks like full police tac gear minus the helmet. The gear is reinforced at vital spots with Dragonskin, a kevlar-like material which can stop most ballistic weapons. As it is armor designed to fight metas, it is equipped to handle several common meta threats. The armor is insulated from electricity, is fireproof up to 600 degrees Fahrenheit, and is shock-resistant, reducing the amount of damage taken from physical attacks (though if anything with super strength hits him, he’s still going to feel it). On the shoulders of his gear are patches displaying the NEST KINGFISHER badge. Sam doesn’t wear a helmet, but he always wears a pair of blue-tinted mirrored aviators to cover his eyes. When in assault mode (like, he’s about to attack a heavily-armed facility or something) Sam will don a pair of night-vision goggles as well as a helmet and a face shield.

Since Sam is a NEST agent and might be seeing a good bit of combat, I’ll describe his weaponry here. Sam’s go-to gun is a nickel-plated Glock 22 with a modified 20-round magazine. This weapon he keeps on him at all times, even when he’s not in-uniform. When fighting, he screws a silencer onto the gun. When he’s on a mission, Sam also carries with him the Beretta ARX 160, an automatic carbine. The gun is designed to fire 5.56×45mm NATO ammunition (what an M16 generally fires), but Sam generally loads the gun instead with magazines containing Praetoriphor capsules, though in NEST circles said substance goes by the more foreboding name of Serum 17. Serum 17 is a gaseous serum which targets and destroys cells with atypical human DNA. It was originally designed as a cancer treatment (known as Praetoriphor) but a scientist working for NEST KINGFISHER altered it to be used as an aerosol weapon against metas. Exposure to the serum causes chemical burns, severe pain, and weakening of physical defenses (biological armors of any kind). The serum is nonfatal, however. Sam also carries a basic combat knife with him.

Off-Duty: Sam’s off-duty attire is generally jeans, a tee shirt of some kind, a pair of combat boots, and his trademark blue aviators. He wears a gold wedding band on his left hand (he always wears this, but when on duty his gloves conceal it) and around his neck he wears a bullet on a chain (also on when he’s on-duty). Said bullet was taken from his chest when he was shot on-duty during the Mendel Gang War. He never takes it off. When it gets cold, Sam wears a denim jacket.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Sam is a tough warrior of a guy who’s just beginning to settle down into a normal life. He’s generally a confident (maybe a little over-confident) and mentally-tough guy, doing whatever he needs to do to get the job done. You can accuse Sam of many things, but being a coward is not one of them. Sam puts his life on the line time and time again. He’s known to be pretty reckless in battle, and were it not for his power he probably would’ve died years ago. He’s as loyal as he is brave. Being more of a follower than a leader, he will generally listen to commands and has trust that whoever is in power knows what they’re doing. Over the years Sam has gained a great deal of pride, however, and he will not do other people’s dirty work. Sam generally tries to stick to the plan, but on a few occasions his reckless nature has caused him to go all Leeroy Jenkins on a mission.
Sam’s not some ideal hero, however. He’s a workaholic, first and foremost, and worse than that he often uses work to avoid problems back home. He took the Verthaven job to attempt to escape his marital problems, which are becoming quite troublesome on his mind. While he is fearless when facing the barrel of a gun or the fire of a metahuman, Sam isn’t quite so courageous when it comes to family matters. Sam’s family in itself has definitely taken the edge off of the old Nightowl. He can’t really be as reckless as he used to be because he has a wife and a kid to come back to now. This makes him hesitant, especially when in a highly-dangerous situation where hesitance could spell failure.

Hobbies/Interests:

Being a dad now, Sam has begun to enjoy more dad-esque things such as fishing and grilling. He absolutely will not do golf, however, and any friend of his who offers him a game of golf knows that they’re in for a facefull. Sam smokes cigars a lot, and is quite a cigar aficionado, though with the kid around he’s begun to stop smoking as much. When his buddies are in town, Sam will hang out with them and share a beer or two, though he generally doesn’t drink unless in a group. On clear nights, he will go out for a drive with his Harley. Sam’s music is generally rock, and his favorite bands are Foo Fighters, AC/DC, Shinedown, Bon Jovi, and Avenged Sevenfold. He’s begun to listen to country some as well, and it’s not uncommon for Sam to be listening to Toby Keith or Kenny Chesney. He watches Sportcenter a lot. His favorite football team is the Cowboys and his favorite baseball team is the Rangers.

Skills/Talents:

Well let’s get all the combat out of the way before we talk about normal things. Being an elite member of an elite squadron of NEST, you don’t generally want to get in a fight with Sam. He is a master of hand-to-hand combat, and is a killer streetfighter. Having once been a boxer in high school and college, he has fairly good feet and throws one hell of a jab. He is a master marksman on the Glock 22 (it means he passed the highest level of accuracy qualifications) and is fairly accurate on the rifle as well, though he’s still training to get marksman status for it. He’s fast too. Sam’s certainly not as quick as he used to be, but he can still outrun your average goon.
Aside from fighting, Sam’s decent at many things, but he’s not really good at things which don’t require punching or kicking. He’s handy around the house, meaning that he knows how to change a lightbulb or install appliances. He knows his way around a toolbox, but he’s no carpenter. When he was a kid, Sam was in a band, and he still remembers how to play guitar, though he has only just recently begun to practice it again. Sam is also good with a barbecue, and makes the best pulled pork you’ve ever eaten, an old family recipe.

Prized Possession:

He used to say the bullet around his neck, but now he’s a grownup so he feels required to say “my family”.

Quote(s):

“Time to watch me disappear.”

History/Bio:

Sam was born in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. He was born into a military family, with a father who fought in Grenada and the Gulf War, an uncle who served in Vietnam (his uncle was actually a helicopter door gunner in ‘Nam, possibly the most dangerous job you could have) and a grandfather who served in World War II. As such, he spent his childhood listening to war stories. Though his father was in the military, the family didn’t move around very much, though Sam did spend a few years at Quantico in Virginia. When For the entirety of his childhood, Sam Clarke wanted to be a United States Marine, just like his father. In high school, he played football and was an all-star linebacker (which in Texas is saying something), and he was captain of his school’s ROTC. He was all set; at his mother’s request, he would attend Texas A&M on a football scholarship and do Navy ROTC so that once he got out he could enlist. However, just as he was about to go to college, the government enacted Proclamation 18: a law which outlawed metahumans in the US military.
Now Sam knew about his power since he was young. One night when he was ten, Sam’s house was broken into while he was sitting in the living room. He was so terrified that he turned invisible, and later his parents walked around the room trying to find him as he cried. He had never really cared much about his powers, though, and rarely used them. Knowing how much discrimination metas were put under, his parents never told anyone that their son was a meta, and Sam never told anyone either, not even his best friends.
But not telling people wouldn’t get you through a genetic test. Sam was denied entrance to Texas A&M’s ROTC. He was crushed, and nearly failed out of school. He came with the news to his father; his father just told him how much of a disappointment he was. Crushed, Sam dropped out of school and turned into a bum for a year or so, sitting around and drinking, wallowing in his own self-pity. Then a friend of his took him to Mendel, Louisiana, and introduced him to NEST. Immediately, Sam decided that he was going to join them. With their help, he got into Mendel University and got a degree in criminal justice. On the side, he worked with the Wright Institute, which trained him how to use his powers properly.
After graduating college and the Wright Institute, Sam began NEST training, which lasted two years. Due to his football and boxing when he was young, Sam was very talented at hand-to-hand combat, and his powers made him even more effective. For about three years, he patrolled as a normal member of NEST, and quickly showed himself to be an excellent warrior. Then, in 2005, the Mendel Gang War began. The Vanguard lieutenant known as Black Mamba was murdered by a member of the Skulls known as Jack Frost, and a war broke out which would last about six years. Sam was instrumental in the fight against the gangs, and at the fever pitch of the war in 2010, he was promoted to KINGFISHER, an elite unit of NEST designed to combat metahuman gang violence. Using a combination of his powers and deep-cover operation as a member of the Skulls, KINGFISHER was able to topple the gang and put the leader of the Skulls, a bloke who went by the name Skeleton, behind bars in a maximum-security prison designed specifically to combat his power. Sam himself killed one of Skeleton’s lieutenants, known as Diablo. The battle took its toll on KINGFISHER, however, and five of its fourteen agents were killed. This was the battle when Sam was shot, and the bullet around his neck is the one that was taken from his chest. This pretty much ended the gang war, and ever since NEST has been attempting to hunt down the leader of the Vanguard, who disappeared after her home was attacked by a KINGFISHER strike. Now that Sam was thirty, he figured that it was time to settle down. He got married relatively quickly, and now has a three-year-old son. Recently, he’s been having some problems with his family. His wife wants him to be home more often, and the pressures of being a father are taking a toll on him. So he decided to take a job in Verthaven with a few other KINFISHERs, an operation aimed to stop the war between the Red Crowns and the Iron Cross. Little does Sam know, however, that a much worse threat is about to terrorize Verthaven.

Relationships

Family:

SgtMaj. Daniel Clarke - Father - 61
Carla Clarke - Mother - 60
Capt. James Clarke - Uncle - 65
(the older) Sam Clarke - Grandfather - Deceased
Miranda Clarke - Wife - 31
Sam Clarke Jr - Son - 2 ½
Bravo - Dog (German Shepherd) - 6

Dynamics:

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Abilities

Power Class:

Super-System Biological

Power:

Invisibility: You can’t hit what you can’t see. Sam Clarke has the ability to bend light around him, causing himself to become completely invisible. When his power is activated, he becomes impossible to pick up with the naked eye and motion sense technology. In addition to this, since Sam bends light around himself, he is invisible to thermal cameras as well as night vision of any kind. Sam has the ability to cause any object touching him to also become invisible, though the largest thing which he’s done this with is a ten-year-old boy. Through training, Sam has learned how to use his power so well that he can independently cause different parts of his body to disappear, allowing him to, for example, cause his leg to turn invisible as he’s kicking, making it harder for enemies to dodge. Sam also has the ability to, when completely invisible, make himself sound-proof, allowing him to move in silence. He can switch off his soundproofing to use comms devices, however.

Limits:

As with all things, there is a time limit to how long Sam can stay invisible. The most that he’s done in one sitting is two-and-a-half hours, and by the end he was incredibly exhausted.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Vibrations, primarily. Intense vibrations cause Sam to shake so much that he becomes visible temporarily. This prevents him from turning invisible while on his motorcycle, and also causes him to flicker into appearance for a split second every time he fires his gun (this, as you will see, is both a weakness and a strength). This means that Sam must become at least visible for a split second when fighting, making it easier for enemies to identify him. The vibrations cancel out his soundproofing too, so you hear the gun firing and such.
Secondly, while others cannot see Sam, Sam can’t see himself when invisible either. This means that in order to prevent himself from being an uncoordinated mess, he has to have very good kinesthetic awareness. If he’s distracted, he could literally forget where he is and hurt himself. This also presents a problem with aiming. While Sam has memorized where he keeps his guns, he cannot see down a sight that is invisible. This is where his vibration weakness comes in handy slightly. Sam has learned how to aim in the intervals between shots, allowing him to see the gun at the same time that his enemies see him. On the first shot, however, Sam might as well be blind, and he is absolutely dreadful at shooting from the hip.
Thirdly, Sam is not immune to certain forms of detection. Pressure plates, for example, will still trip when he steps on them, and telepaths can sense his brainwaves. If Sam is discovered, his powers give him no protection from a well-placed bullet, and his lack of headgear makes it not so difficult for a well-trained marksman to end Sam Clarke’s days with a bullet to the head.

Other:

Sam rides a black Harley Davidson XL883 Sportster into battle. It is painted all black. Sam also owns a black 2013 Chevy Silverado with a ram bar on the front. It doubles as an undercover police car, and contains a NEST scanner as well as sirens.

Sample Post:

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Eva Chilver

Basic Information

Name:

Eva Chilver

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Earth Mother, Tree-Hugger, Hippie

Gender:

Female

Age:

Twenty

Height:

5’8”

Weight:

135 lbs

Home District:

Knightdale Rows. She lives in a row house here a few blocks from Academy 12. Her house is about three blocks from the beach as well.

Appearance

Hair Color:

Platinum Blonde

Eye Color:

Sky Blue

Ethnicity:

¼ Greek, ¼ Italian, ½ English

Physical Appearance:

When one sees Eva, a sense of calm and peace washes over them, as if they were looking at a beautiful painting or nature scene. Eva has a very firm, fit body, with an average amount of cleavage and a fit, hourglass figure. She has the body of a dancer, with graceful limbs and somewhat broad shoulders. She looks almost immaculately healthy, with a little mediterranean olive complexion, contrary to her hair color. She walks with an overarching sense of grace and poise, never seeming to trip or stumble no matter what she’s walking on. Eva has a humble attitude and body language. She looks down when she walks and looks whoever she’s addressing in the eyes when she speaks. Her hands are smooth and her body devoid of any kind of scarring. Her face is heart-shaped, with high cheekbones, a small forehead, and beautiful sky blue eyes speckled with green. All in all, she is quite beautiful, and her default facial expression seems to be a kind, toothless smile.

Her voice is high and melodic, the makings of a good singer. It’s about an octave above your average woman’s voice. She very rarely laughs more than a quiet chuckle. When Eva gets angry, she seems to go into a shell and naturally draw away. Her smile disappears and she has a habit of hugging herself tightly, as if very cold. Eva’s hair is always a bright blonde, though with the coming of the full moon it becomes lighter and lighter. Eva takes a lot of care of her long hair, usually keeping it in a braid which lays across her left shoulder.

Attire:

Eva, being a more girly kind of girl, is fairly fashionable. She loves dresses, wearing them even in winter. Anything made of fur immediately repulses her. Her clothing changes a fair bit according to the season. In springtime she’ll wear yellows, seafoam greens, and light purples. In summer she wears whites and bright pastel oranges and reds. In Autumn she dresses more earthy, wearing light browns, tans, and greens. In winter, she dresses in whites and greys. Her favorite article of clothing is a flowing white sundress with a golden belt that she wears on a fairly regular basis. Eva generally wears sandals or flip-flops when out on the town, but generally dislikes shoes, choosing not to wear them when at home or in the woods. Everything which Eva wears is made by companies which do not use sweatshop labor or are made using fair trade.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Eva is generally known to be a rather temperamental girl. She is generally kind and sunny, with an almost motherly aspect to her. However, she is known for her mood swings and can become enraged rather easily. Her angry spells can be intense but rarely last long, and by the end she usually becomes happy again. Her temperament has been described as being similar to that of the Earth.

Eva is somewhat competitive, but not in the fighting or hunting aspect. She has a fox-like sense of cunning and has worked hard to figure ways out of situations that do not require violence. She is very good at reading others from their body languages or stuff like that, and is good at picking up innuendoes or subtext. Eva is generally a pacifist, preferring not to fight unless she finds it completely necessary. She is a vegetarian because she cannot stand to eat something which was once an animal, and absolutely cannot stand animal skins or mounted heads, finding them to be extremely offensive.

Eva has a love of nature. She spends the majority of her time in the woods, playing with or tracking animals. She loves hiking, tree-climbing, swimming, kayaking, stuff like that. She is generally opposed to city life, preferring to live in the country where there’s less pollution and honking horns. When she is in the city, Eva finds herself daydreaming, often staring out of the window at birds flying by or trees growing.

Socially, Eva is fairly extroverted. She has a natural grace when talking to people and has had many a boyfriend in her time. She is appalled by smokers, however, and generally tends to avoid them at all costs. She once went ballistic when a classmate blew a puff of cigarette smoke in her face. She tries to be somewhat ladylike and proper, but can lose her temper occasionally and shrink away to contain herself. When Eva is angry or upset, she goes into a kind of antisocial shell where she’ll draw away from people and stop speaking. It is not uncommon for her to cry when in this state. Depending on how much isolation she can achieve and the season (it’s worst in the winter), Eva’s blue periods can last days.

Hobbies/Interests:

She spends incredible amounts of time out in nature; hiking, exploring, tree-climbing, playing with animals, tracking, etc. She loves dancing and listening to music. Eva’s music library contains mostly pop, light indie, and singer/songwriter (so imagine things like Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz, Ingrid Michaelson, Ed Sheeran, Twenty-One Pilots, etc). She’s good with making arts and crafts, especially dreamcatchers, which she learned how to make from a friend of her’s. She loves being around animals and plants, and has several pets as well as a beautiful terrace garden. This said garden grows year-round no matter the weather, and is home to an incredible variety of plants, from Hibiscus to Corn to Tomatoes to Squash. Essentially anything will grow in Eva grows most of her own food so that she’s sure that it’s all organic.

Skills/Talents:

Eva is incredibly dexterous, flexible, and graceful. Dancing and gymnastics have given her an excellent sense of coordination, making her an excellent climber (though that also has a little bit to do with her power). She’s not particularly good with new languages, and has no clue how to fight whatsoever. She has a great singing voice, but cannot play any instruments. Having grown up in the country for most of her life, she knows a lot of wilderness survival skills. She’d make a good boy scout.

Prized Possession:

Eva’s favorite possessions are probably her animals, which live in her room. Currently, she owns a European Kingfisher, three poison dart frogs (a cyan-colored one, a blue one, and a red one), a Green Basilisk, a Rhinoceros Iguana named Goliath (which wanders her apartment like a dog), a Mudskipper, and a pointer named Orion. This small menagerie of her’s is kept mainly in her bedroom, and she takes special care to make sure that everything is well taken-care-of.

Quote(s):

”Hello little squirrel! How are you today? Oh my! Your family was eaten by an owl last night? Oh, I’m so sorry!”

History/Bio:

Eva Chilver was born one minute and five seconds before her twin sister Selena. Eva’s mother left when she was very young. She doesn’t know what happened to her, though has always been curious. For the first few years of her life, she bounced back and forth between her uncle and father with her sister. Her father worked on an oil rig, and so was gone for many months of the year. From an early age, Eva showed herself to be good with animals and people alike. People felt comfortable around her, and she was quite the social butterfly. She was smart, too, and her dancing and gymnastics hobbies kept her graceful and ladylike, unlike her sister. When Eva turned ten, she was offered a scholarship to go to a prestigious boarding school in New York for her dancing. Knowing that this would give his daughter a better life than he could give her, Eva’s father allowed her to go, and for four years Eva lived at the boarding school, learning expert dancing and becoming rather intelligent. She returned home a new woman, sophisticated and graceful. She no longer fit in at her old home, and she soon began to feel quite isolated and lonely. So, she left again. This time, she travelled to Academy 218 in Alaska, where she finished high school. However, Alaska wasn’t really Eva’s favorite place due to the temperatures, and so she travelled next to Academy 12 in Verthaven. Here, she is double-majoring in Biology and Environmental Science, hoping one day to become a conservation biologist.

Relationships

Family:

Dan Chilver- Father - 50
Selena Chilver- Twin Sister - 20
Ben Chilver- Uncle - 44

Dynamics:

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Abilities

Power Class:

Super-System Animal, Other

Power:

Earth Mother. Eva is the queen of nature. Whenever any living being, be it a human, an animal, or even a plant, is near Eva, they feel an aura of reassurance and warmth. Eva’s presence naturally calms living things nearby, decreasing aggression. Prey animals like deer, rabbits, and rodents seem to flock to Eva when she is near, and predators bow their heads and stop their hunting at sight of her. In her presence, living things often find their natural abilities to be strengthened. Plants grow taller and greener and animals find their senses and natural instincts increased by the touch of her hand. This limitedly affects humans but does not strengthen supernatural abilities. Simply Eva’s presence has an effect on the wildlife around her. The leaves of trees above her thicken in her presence, providing her shade, and animals bow their heads at her presence. This ability does not affect animal metas as much as it affects normal animals, but they too seem to have a sort of reverence for Eva, and are greatly calmed down in her presence.

Eva can communicate with animals as well. They seem to understand her speech and she understands the sounds they make. Animals naturally respect her, and wild animals address her as “Earth-mother”. She communicates best with mammals, but can also do the same with birds and reptiles. If around her long enough, animals will begin to obey her commands. If a wild animal sees Eva in danger, it will attempt to defend her. While Eva is unable to communicate with plants as well as with animals, she has the ability to limitedly command plants. She climbs trees so well because at her touch the trees grow footholds to help her climb safer. When she is trying to hide, plants grow thicker around her, shrouding her from sight. If Eva were to fall from a tree, the plants below her would grow thicker leaves to cushion her fall. Branches strengthen themselves when Eva crawls along them, adding to her excellent tree-climbing ability. If she is in major trouble, hard-stemmed plants like trees will actually change their shape to protect her (causing some really wonky-shaped trees in the woods). Being pure, Eva has the ability to clean water of disease or dirt with her touch.

Animal Replication: Another aspect of Eva’s power is that she has the power to replicate the aspects of animals. By touching them, Eva can copy evolutionary advantages which animals possess, like the gills and flippers of a fish or the agility and keen sense of smell of a deer. Once she touches the animal, she can keep their adaptation for a limited period of time, based on the extent of the alterations and the size of the animal. Using this ability slightly changes Eva’s physical characteristics to a degree. For example, if Eva replicates the adaptations of an iguana, she would grow scaly skin, claws, a long tail, and a reptilian face. Her first ability actually assists her second one, as non-domestic animals become calm around her. She can control whether or not the aspects of an animal are expressed or not, so as to avoid walking somewhere with the nose and fur of a deer or something.

Limits:

Firstly, there is a time limit to Eva’s replication ability which depends on the size of the animal and the extent of the alterations. A rhinoceros, for example, is a very large and heavy animal, and so Eva would only be able to copy the adaptations of a rhinoceros for a very short amount of time. A smaller creature like a poison dart frog, for example, is much smaller, and so Eva can keep its adaptations for longer. The longest that Eva can keep an adaptation for is twenty-four hours, and she can only do such for creatures no bigger than a squirrel. There is also a limited weight restriction on Eva’s powers. Eva cannot break the law of Conservation of Mass, and so she cannot grow much larger than she already is. She has a way around this to a degree, as she can temporarily exchange mass with large or small things which she touches, but once the animal adaptations wear off she becomes incredibly exhausted and often has dangerous weight fluctuations if she replicated a creature larger than herself.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Well first and most obviously, the first half of Eva’s powers only work in rural environments. The concrete jungle is simply not her cup of tea. There are no plants to catch your fall when you’re in the middle of a city block with no trees. Eva’s animal magnetism also does not work on domesticated creatures, as they are detached from nature. The better trained an animal is, they less they will obey her, though animals which she herself owns are immune to this weakness. Eva is weakened by pollution. When exposed to large amounts of carbon dioxide or smoke, she exhibits the symptoms of an asthma attack. Polluted water burns Eva’s skin (I know this seems like it contradicts her water purifying power, but her pollution cleaning has to be activated).

As far as the secondary animal replication goes, Eva is confined to use of one animal at a time. If she replicates the aspect of another animal, she loses the aspects of whatever animal she already had in her. Eva cannot choose what aspects of an animal she gets. The power only works on non-domestic animals (unless she owns the animal herself), so she cannot copy the aspects of your average pet dog or cat. Eva is confined to the traits of female animals as well, being female. This means that things like the antlers of a deer buck or the tusks of a bull elephant will not replicate for her, even if she does replicate a male animal. If Eva replicates a male animal, she remains female with female animal characteristics. Also, she has to actually touch the animal, so going to a zoo or something won’t help her unless she breaks into the tiger cage. Finally, Eva lives in Verthaven, California, not the African savannah or the South American jungle. She’s not exactly going to find a tiger wandering through the ghetto or a wild monkey swinging between the power lines. Eva is confined to what animals she has to work with, which are generally your usual North American animals like deer, foxes, wolves, bears, hawks, etc. For some reason, Eva cannot replicated bugs.

Other:

Sample Post:

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Like a splendid doe Eva Chilver raced through the forest, graceful as a ballerina as the skirt of her dress floated behind her feet. Though it was cold and winter, she wore no sleeves and did not appear to feel the cold. Her bare feet kissed off of the snow with every step, oddly enough leaving no footprints. She came upon a fallen tree propped against another and nimbly climbed its trunk, unaffected by ice which clung to the bark. She ran through a fork in the next tree and vaulted into another, landing on a branch that seemed too thin to hold her weight. The branch did not waver in the slightest, however, and Eva crawled along it and climbed across to the top of the trunk, where she rested as a soft wind began to blow through the woods. The woods were quiet now that the stream had frozen, and a thin layer of snow laid across the ground and tree branches. Eva heard a crunching below her; Fred must be taking a walk. She looked down at the tremendous turtle-like man below her and then continued to climb through the trees like a squirrel, never once losing her footing even when clamoring on icy branches. She moved with grace and poise like a dancer.
She came to the end of the row of trees and rested on the top branch. In front of her was an enormous oak, bare of leaves and rocketing high above all of the other trees. It was the eldest of all the trees in the wood and happened to be the only tree which Eva had yet to climb. Perched upon the top branches of the tree she was in, she squatted down low and launched herself at the trunk of the great tree. She held on tight to the thick bark, though there seemed to be nothing to hold onto, and quickly began to scramble up the bark like it was a climbing wall. As she approached the top of the tree, she could feel something very wrong. The hand-holds she had been using to hoist herself along the tree were beginning to disappear. As she approached the top of the tree, she pulled herself up onto a branch and heard a loud, definitive “crack!”. She jumped up in the air and grabbed onto a branch above her as the branch below her cracked and fell to the ground where it turned to splinters. Cracks began to echo through the tree as the trunk shook and shuddered. Eva willed the tree to stop, but dead wood was useless to her. A monstrous roar echoed through the trees as the branch Eva held onto split and fell from the tree.
Nearly fifty feet she fell, far enough to kill. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Just as she was about to hit the ground, something soft and vine-like grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in. A nearby pine tree grabbed her out of midair and wrapped itself almost snakelike around her as the tree collapsed. As she curled into a ball and the pine tree’s soft branches wrapped around her to keep her safe from harm, she connected to the tree. She felt what it felt and sensed what it sensed, and it was beautiful. It was near-impossible to describe, the senses of a tree. The sweet smell of pine needles filled her nostrils and the tree gripped tighter as the sound of roots pulling from the earth echoed through the trees and the trunk struck the ground with a mighty “BOOM!”
The tree unfurled and Eva gently stepped to the ground before the connection to the tree fell silent. She looked over and saw that in its efforts, a massive branch from the oak struck the base of the pine tree and snapped its narrow trunk. She knelt before the dying tree as it resumed its natural shape and began to die. She placed her hands on its trunk and felt its pain. Once more her breaths were filled with the smell of pine needles.

“Thank you, my dear friend.” she said “You have saved my life, and I will be forever grateful.” The tree remained motionless, but she could feel it trembling in her mind. It was strange to feel what a tree felt, completely indescribable with human terms. As she touched the bark of the tree and ran her fingers through the pine needles, the tree felt happy. Then it’s feelings left her and the smell disappeared as the tree died.

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Yo all these characters appeared out of thin air.

Speaking of thin air, I hereby reserve invisibility. I'm working on a character right now.

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Eva Chilver

Basic Information

Name:

Eva Chilver

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Earth Mother, Tree-Hugger, Hippie

Gender:

Female

Age:

Twenty

Height:

5’8”

Weight:

135 lbs

Home District:

Knightdale Rows. She lives in a row house here a few blocks from Academy 12. Her house is about three blocks from the beach as well.

Appearance

Hair Color:

Platinum Blonde

Eye Color:

Sky Blue

Ethnicity:

¼ Greek, ¼ Italian, ½ English

Physical Appearance:

When one sees Eva, a sense of calm and peace washes over them, as if they were looking at a beautiful painting or nature scene. Eva has a very firm, fit body, with an average amount of cleavage and a fit, hourglass figure. She has the body of a dancer, with graceful limbs and somewhat broad shoulders. She looks almost immaculately healthy, with a little mediterranean olive complexion, contrary to her hair color. She walks with an overarching sense of grace and poise, never seeming to trip or stumble no matter what she’s walking on. Eva has a humble attitude and body language. She looks down when she walks and looks whoever she’s addressing in the eyes when she speaks. Her hands are smooth and her body devoid of any kind of scarring. Her face is heart-shaped, with high cheekbones, a small forehead, and beautiful sky blue eyes speckled with green. All in all, she is quite beautiful, and her default facial expression seems to be a kind, toothless smile.

Her voice is high and melodic, the makings of a good singer. It’s about an octave above your average woman’s voice. She very rarely laughs more than a quiet chuckle. When Eva gets angry, she seems to go into a shell and naturally draw away. Her smile disappears and she has a habit of hugging herself tightly, as if very cold. Eva’s hair is always a bright blonde, though with the coming of the full moon it becomes lighter and lighter. Eva takes a lot of care of her long hair, usually keeping it in a braid which lays across her left shoulder.

Attire:

Eva, being a more girly kind of girl, is fairly fashionable. She loves dresses, wearing them even in winter. Anything made of fur immediately repulses her. Her clothing changes a fair bit according to the season. In springtime she’ll wear yellows, seafoam greens, and light purples. In summer she wears whites and bright pastel oranges and reds. In Autumn she dresses more earthy, wearing light browns, tans, and greens. In winter, she dresses in whites and greys. Her favorite article of clothing is a flowing white sundress with a golden belt that she wears on a fairly regular basis. Eva generally wears sandals or flip-flops when out on the town, but generally dislikes shoes, choosing not to wear them when at home or in the woods. Everything which Eva wears is made by companies which do not use sweatshop labor or are made using fair trade.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Eva is generally known to be a rather temperamental girl. She is generally kind and sunny, with an almost motherly aspect to her. However, she is known for her mood swings and can become enraged rather easily. Her angry spells can be intense but rarely last long, and by the end she usually becomes happy again. Her temperament has been described as being similar to that of the Earth.

Eva is somewhat competitive, but not in the fighting or hunting aspect. She has a fox-like sense of cunning and has worked hard to figure ways out of situations that do not require violence. She is very good at reading others from their body languages or stuff like that, and is good at picking up innuendoes or subtext. Eva is generally a pacifist, preferring not to fight unless she finds it completely necessary. She is a vegetarian because she cannot stand to eat something which was once an animal, and absolutely cannot stand animal skins or mounted heads, finding them to be extremely offensive.

Eva has a love of nature. She spends the majority of her time in the woods, playing with or tracking animals. She loves hiking, tree-climbing, swimming, kayaking, stuff like that. She is generally opposed to city life, preferring to live in the country where there’s less pollution and honking horns. When she is in the city, Eva finds herself daydreaming, often staring out of the window at birds flying by or trees growing.

Socially, Eva is fairly extroverted. She has a natural grace when talking to people and has had many a boyfriend in her time. She is appalled by smokers, however, and generally tends to avoid them at all costs. She once went ballistic when a classmate blew a puff of cigarette smoke in her face. She tries to be somewhat ladylike and proper, but can lose her temper occasionally and shrink away to contain herself. When Eva is angry or upset, she goes into a kind of antisocial shell where she’ll draw away from people and stop speaking. It is not uncommon for her to cry when in this state. Depending on how much isolation she can achieve and the season (it’s worst in the winter), Eva’s blue periods can last days.

Hobbies/Interests:

She spends incredible amounts of time out in nature; hiking, exploring, tree-climbing, playing with animals, tracking, etc. She loves dancing and listening to music. Eva’s music library contains mostly pop, light indie, and singer/songwriter (so imagine things like Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz, Ingrid Michaelson, Ed Sheeran, Twenty-One Pilots, etc). She’s good with making arts and crafts, especially dreamcatchers, which she learned how to make from a friend of her’s. She loves being around animals and plants, and has several pets as well as a beautiful terrace garden. This said garden grows year-round no matter the weather, and is home to an incredible variety of plants, from Hibiscus to Corn to Tomatoes to Squash. Essentially anything will grow in Eva grows most of her own food so that she’s sure that it’s all organic.

Skills/Talents:

Eva is incredibly dexterous, flexible, and graceful. Dancing and gymnastics have given her an excellent sense of coordination, making her an excellent climber (though that also has a little bit to do with her power). She’s not particularly good with new languages, and has no clue how to fight whatsoever. She has a great singing voice, but cannot play any instruments. Having grown up in the country for most of her life, she knows a lot of wilderness survival skills. She’d make a good boy scout.

Prized Possession:

Eva’s favorite possessions are probably her animals, which live in her room. Currently, she owns a European Kingfisher, three poison dart frogs (a cyan-colored one, a blue one, and a red one), a Green Basilisk, a Rhinoceros Iguana named Goliath (which wanders her apartment like a dog), a Mudskipper, and a pointer named Orion. This small menagerie of her’s is kept mainly in her bedroom, and she takes special care to make sure that everything is well taken-care-of.

Quote(s):

”Hello little squirrel! How are you today? Oh my! Your family was eaten by an owl last night? Oh, I’m so sorry!”

History/Bio:

Eva Chilver was born one minute and five seconds before her twin sister Selena. Eva’s mother left when she was very young. She doesn’t know what happened to her, though has always been curious. For the first few years of her life, she bounced back and forth between her uncle and father with her sister. Her father worked on an oil rig, and so was gone for many months of the year. From an early age, Eva showed herself to be good with animals and people alike. People felt comfortable around her, and she was quite the social butterfly. She was smart, too, and her dancing and gymnastics hobbies kept her graceful and ladylike, unlike her sister. When Eva turned ten, she was offered a scholarship to go to a prestigious boarding school in New York for her dancing. Knowing that this would give his daughter a better life than he could give her, Eva’s father allowed her to go, and for four years Eva lived at the boarding school, learning expert dancing and becoming rather intelligent. She returned home a new woman, sophisticated and graceful. She no longer fit in at her old home, and she soon began to feel quite isolated and lonely. So, she left again. This time, she travelled to Academy 218 in Alaska, where she finished high school. However, Alaska wasn’t really Eva’s favorite place due to the temperatures, and so she travelled next to Academy 12 in Verthaven. Here, she is double-majoring in Biology and Environmental Science, hoping one day to become a conservation biologist.

Relationships

Family:

Dan Chilver- Father - 50
Selena Chilver- Twin Sister - 20
Ben Chilver- Uncle - 44

Dynamics:

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Abilities

Power Class:

Super-System Animal, Other

Power:

Earth Mother. Eva is the queen of nature. Whenever any living being, be it a human, an animal, or even a plant, is near Eva, they feel an aura of reassurance and warmth. Eva’s presence naturally calms living things nearby, decreasing aggression. Prey animals like deer, rabbits, and rodents seem to flock to Eva when she is near, and predators bow their heads and stop their hunting at sight of her. In her presence, living things often find their natural abilities to be strengthened. Plants grow taller and greener and animals find their senses and natural instincts increased by the touch of her hand. This limitedly affects humans but does not strengthen supernatural abilities. Simply Eva’s presence has an effect on the wildlife around her. The leaves of trees above her thicken in her presence, providing her shade, and animals bow their heads at her presence. This ability does not affect animal metas as much as it affects normal animals, but they too seem to have a sort of reverence for Eva, and are greatly calmed down in her presence.

Eva can communicate with animals as well. They seem to understand her speech and she understands the sounds they make. Animals naturally respect her, and wild animals address her as “Earth-mother”. She communicates best with mammals, but can also do the same with birds and reptiles. If around her long enough, animals will begin to obey her commands. If a wild animal sees Eva in danger, it will attempt to defend her. While Eva is unable to communicate with plants as well as with animals, she has the ability to limitedly command plants. She climbs trees so well because at her touch the trees grow footholds to help her climb safer. When she is trying to hide, plants grow thicker around her, shrouding her from sight. If Eva were to fall from a tree, the plants below her would grow thicker leaves to cushion her fall. Branches strengthen themselves when Eva crawls along them, adding to her excellent tree-climbing ability. If she is in major trouble, hard-stemmed plants like trees will actually change their shape to protect her (causing some really wonky-shaped trees in the woods). Being pure, Eva has the ability to clean water of disease or dirt with her touch.

Animal Replication: Another aspect of Eva’s power is that she has the power to replicate the aspects of animals. By touching them, Eva can copy evolutionary advantages which animals possess, like the gills and flippers of a fish or the agility and keen sense of smell of a deer. Once she touches the animal, she can keep their adaptation for a limited period of time, based on the extent of the alterations and the size of the animal. Using this ability slightly changes Eva’s physical characteristics to a degree. For example, if Eva replicates the adaptations of an iguana, she would grow scaly skin, claws, a long tail, and a reptilian face. Her first ability actually assists her second one, as non-domestic animals become calm around her. She can control whether or not the aspects of an animal are expressed or not, so as to avoid walking somewhere with the nose and fur of a deer or something.

Limits:

Firstly, there is a time limit to Eva’s replication ability which depends on the size of the animal and the extent of the alterations. A rhinoceros, for example, is a very large and heavy animal, and so Eva would only be able to copy the adaptations of a rhinoceros for a very short amount of time. A smaller creature like a poison dart frog, for example, is much smaller, and so Eva can keep its adaptations for longer. The longest that Eva can keep an adaptation for is twenty-four hours, and she can only do such for creatures no bigger than a squirrel. There is also a limited weight restriction on Eva’s powers. Eva cannot break the law of Conservation of Mass, and so she cannot grow much larger than she already is. She has a way around this to a degree, as she can temporarily exchange mass with large or small things which she touches, but once the animal adaptations wear off she becomes incredibly exhausted and often has dangerous weight fluctuations if she replicated a creature larger than herself.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Well first and most obviously, the first half of Eva’s powers only work in rural environments. The concrete jungle is simply not her cup of tea. There are no plants to catch your fall when you’re in the middle of a city block with no trees. Eva’s animal magnetism also does not work on domesticated creatures, as they are detached from nature. The better trained an animal is, they less they will obey her, though animals which she herself owns are immune to this weakness. Eva is weakened by pollution, another reason why she doesn’t live in the city. When exposed to large amounts of carbon dioxide or smoke, she exhibits the symptoms of an asthma attack. Polluted water burns Eva’s skin (I know this seems like it contradicts her water purifying power, but her pollution cleaning has to be activated).

As far as the secondary animal replication goes, Eva is confined to use of one animal at a time. If she replicates the aspect of another animal, she loses the aspects of whatever animal she already had in her. Eva cannot choose what aspects of an animal she gets. The power only works on non-domestic animals (unless she owns the animal herself), so she cannot copy the aspects of your average pet dog or cat. Eva is confined to the traits of female animals as well, being female. This means that things like the antlers of a deer buck or the tusks of a bull elephant will not replicate for her, even if she does replicate a male animal. If Eva replicates a male animal, she remains female with female animal characteristics. Also, she has to actually touch the animal, so going to a zoo or something won’t help her unless she breaks into the tiger cage. Finally, Eva lives in Verthaven, California, not the African savannah or the South American jungle. She’s not exactly going to find a tiger wandering through the ghetto or a wild monkey swinging between the power lines. Eva is confined to what animals she has to work with, which are generally your usual North American animals like deer, foxes, wolves, bears, hawks, etc. For some reason, Eva cannot replicated bugs.

Other:

Sample Post:

Hider

Like a splendid doe Eva Chilver raced through the forest, graceful as a ballerina as the skirt of her dress floated behind her feet. Though it was cold and winter, she wore no sleeves and did not appear to feel the cold. Her bare feet kissed off of the snow with every step, oddly enough leaving no footprints. She came upon a fallen tree propped against another and nimbly climbed its trunk, unaffected by ice which clung to the bark. She ran through a fork in the next tree and vaulted into another, landing on a branch that seemed too thin to hold her weight. The branch did not waver in the slightest, however, and Eva crawled along it and climbed across to the top of the trunk, where she rested as a soft wind began to blow through the woods. The woods were quiet now that the stream had frozen, and a thin layer of snow laid across the ground and tree branches. Eva heard a crunching below her; Fred must be taking a walk. She looked down at the tremendous turtle-like man below her and then continued to climb through the trees like a squirrel, never once losing her footing even when clamoring on icy branches. She moved with grace and poise like a dancer.
She came to the end of the row of trees and rested on the top branch. In front of her was an enormous oak, bare of leaves and rocketing high above all of the other trees. It was the eldest of all the trees in the wood and happened to be the only tree which Eva had yet to climb. Perched upon the top branches of the tree she was in, she squatted down low and launched herself at the trunk of the great tree. She held on tight to the thick bark, though there seemed to be nothing to hold onto, and quickly began to scramble up the bark like it was a climbing wall. As she approached the top of the tree, she could feel something very wrong. The hand-holds she had been using to hoist herself along the tree were beginning to disappear. As she approached the top of the tree, she pulled herself up onto a branch and heard a loud, definitive “crack!”. She jumped up in the air and grabbed onto a branch above her as the branch below her cracked and fell to the ground where it turned to splinters. Cracks began to echo through the tree as the trunk shook and shuddered. Eva willed the tree to stop, but dead wood was useless to her. A monstrous roar echoed through the trees as the branch Eva held onto split and fell from the tree.
Nearly fifty feet she fell, far enough to kill. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. Just as she was about to hit the ground, something soft and vine-like grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in. A nearby pine tree grabbed her out of midair and wrapped itself almost snakelike around her as the tree collapsed. As she curled into a ball and the pine tree’s soft branches wrapped around her to keep her safe from harm, she connected to the tree. She felt what it felt and sensed what it sensed, and it was beautiful. It was near-impossible to describe, the senses of a tree. The sweet smell of pine needles filled her nostrils and the tree gripped tighter as the sound of roots pulling from the earth echoed through the trees and the trunk struck the ground with a mighty “BOOM!”
The tree unfurled and Eva gently stepped to the ground before the connection to the tree fell silent. She looked over and saw that in its efforts, a massive branch from the oak struck the base of the pine tree and snapped its narrow trunk. She knelt before the dying tree as it resumed its natural shape and began to die. She placed her hands on its trunk and felt its pain. Once more her breaths were filled with the smell of pine needles.

“Thank you, my dear friend.” she said “You have saved my life, and I will be forever grateful.” The tree remained motionless, but she could feel it trembling in her mind. It was strange to feel what a tree felt, completely indescribable with human terms. As she touched the bark of the tree and ran her fingers through the pine needles, the tree felt happy. Then it’s feelings left her and the smell disappeared as the tree died.

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Well, I've been in every single adaptation of the Black Fall world thus far. Might as well keep my streak up.