Potter

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Gunfire echoed through the silent streets, barely missing their target. The bullets fired into buildings and cars at random, causing glass to shatter and haphazardly land around the neighborhood. Car alarms blared hysterically upon impact, creating even more noise. Birds, mutated and not, took flight, squawking and screeching at the top of their lungs. Black birds swarmed the sky, practically devouring the sun and creating a temporary eclipse. Barely audible, yet heavy paced footsteps hit the pavement hard, though it was only the tip of their those. For someone with the height she had, she only needed to use her tip toes. Usually, taller girls would use more force, though it wasn't necessary for her. She was as agile as a deer and moved faster than normal. Throughout the obnoxious mount of sound being produced, nothing could mask the trill giggle escaping her dark red lips, equally matching her fiery red hair. The thrill of a chase always made her high on glee. She ignored the fact that she could be injured or worse, killed. Nevertheless, it was in the back of her mind, forcing her to precede with as little caution as she could handle.

More gunfire went off, causing Perenelle to pick up the pace. They were gaining on her. These people, these hunters, were relentless. All this trouble for a loaf of bread and a few spare apples? She wanted food and that was it. It was survival of the fittest and she was surviving. She was acutely aware of everything around her, down to the frantic spider crawling on the building to the left of her. She could hear its' eight legs scurrying as fast as they could. Her breathing came quick and without haste, filling her ears over the noise. Her drawstring bag was bouncing chaotically on her back as she ran. She could feel the bumps and ridges in it, including the tiny singes made from small fires. She could smell food miles away, the nearby ocean, and some unpleasant odors. It was a downside of having enhanced senses. Then again, there were positives and negatives to everything in life. She caught a quick reflection of herself in a glass window nearby: long red hair flowed out of her black hood, an old skull tank top underneath, and a pair of black baggy pants. Somehow, with the makeshift belt, they stayed up, which she was thankful for since they covered her tail. Her boots were black as well. It was a shifty contrast with her pale skin, fiery red hair, and her black ensemble. Ordinarily, she would tie her hair back but she hadn't had time to. She sighed, cleared her mind, and focused on the scene ahead.

Up ahead, there were a line of abandoned cars, with shops nearby. They had hanging flags or otherwise small ledges that she could grab onto to hoist herself up. It was a risky idea, but nothing else was going to work. It was that chance or be shot. Perrie gritted her teeth, jumping on an oncoming car and onto the hood. She saw the springiness of it and jumped again, not only breaking the top, but launching herself into the air. She reached for the hanging flag pole and gripped it with her fingers. Yes, she thought with triumph, pulling herself up onto it. She grinned delightedly and began to swing, up until bullets fired near her. She inhaled and grabbed the ledge and propelled herself up towards the roof. Perrie thought she would miss, but she quickly grabbed the edges. She pulled herself up and onto the roof, panting. She rolled away from the edge after hearing the hunters arriving.

Managing to collect herself, she stood up and gazed over the edge. The main hunter tried to shoot once more, but his gun locked. Frustration was smeared across his expression. His comrades weren't able to fire either, nor did they seem as if they wanted to. Perenelle grinned, curtsying. "You know you love me," She chirped, cackling. Perrie ran to the other side of the roof and leaped towards the one behind it. Grasping the edges, she pulled herself up and onto the roof, her bag following suit. She had managed to secure food and sustain her water bottles. it was turning out to be a good day after all. Tossing her head back, Perenelle began to laugh, clutching her sides, her hood falling off in the breeze that followed.

Extraordinary [Potter & Penguin]

Name: Persephone Wright
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Ability: Necromancy


Name: Xavier Wright
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Ability: Gravity manipulation


Name: Marcy Salvatore
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Ability: Superhuman senses and teleportation


Name: James Salvatore
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Ability: Regenerative Healing Factor


Name: Shay Knight
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Ability: Weather control and wings


Name: Sophelia Goodwin
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Ability: Compulsion
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Name: Harry Becket
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Ability: Mental manipulation


Name: Victorie Delacour
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Ability: Shape-shifting, molecular control


Name: Ezra Jones
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Ability: Hydrokinesis, strength


Name: Reese Baudelaire
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Ability: Alchemy, physic


Name: Mortimer Parker
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Ability: Dream manipulation


Name: Luke Goodwin
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Ability: Darkness manipulation, wall-crawling

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Hi, sorry!


Name: Perenelle J. Clarkson
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary
Weapons: Perenelle
Skills: Perenelle has been compared to a deer: she is nimble, agile, and quick on her feet. She uses her tongue not only to lie, but to charm others ot her biding. Unfortunately, she isn't the strongest, but she took marital art lessons and is a black belt. She can pickpocket, pick locks, and is well-trained at stealing and breaking/entering. On another note, she is good with first aid, CPR, and herbal remedies. Also, she's good at climbing.
Any unusual traits?: From the radiation, a tail began to form from her tailbone, which she does her best to conceal. Her tail gives her better balance and coordination than she already had. Her senses are also more enhanced, though this doesn't show physically.
Appearance: Perrie has fiery red hair to contrast ocean-blue eyes and fair skin. She's fit and toned with freckles along her cheeks. She usually dresses in dark clothing and pulls her hair back. On her shoulder is a black tattoo of a bird to symbolize her free-spirit attitude.
Brief Personality: Feisty with a 'come-get-me' attitude, Perrie has a natural talent for causing trouble. Lively, bold, and courageous, Perrie has a hard time saying no to dangerous or life threatening situations. Fierily loyal, she finds herself sticking to those she finds worthy, despite her lone-wolf persona.
Background: Perenelle grew up in the suburbs of a big-city to a middle-class family. Her mischievous persona gave leeway to her pathway of trouble. She had much of it, which put her in some bad situations and had some bad consequences.
Alone or with someone?: Alone
Other: She goes by Perrie


Name: Drake Hawthorne
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Sedentary
Weapons: Drake carries a sword around as well as knives and daggers.
Skills: He's strong like a bear and has endurance. He knows how to use a sword and a knife with deadly accuracy. Drake has a concealed weapon and has no mind bringing along a few guns. He's tall and muscular so he can be intimidating, though he tries not to. Also, he is handy with an axe, though he doesn't carry it around, and has been sought ought to be a pitcher.
Any unusual traits?: Drake has found that he withstand pain greater than a normal human can. For instance, he can be stabbed, but it'll become a cut. He can also withstand heat and cold to a greater depth and length than a normal human could. He's found that some gases haven't fazed him like it should, but after a while, it would.
Brief Personality: To be revealed in IC
Background: To be revealed in IC
Alone or with someone?: Alone

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Cool! I like it. I'll be joining soon. :)