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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 10:17 am
Rectify
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Farm boy, Gentle Giant
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 14th, May
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 21
》| Height: 6'0"
》| Weight: 175 lbs
》| Build: Athletic
》| Hair Color: Dark Brown
》| Eye Color: Blue-green
》| Skin Tone: Light Tan
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》| Standard Attire: Jeans and various shirts (lots of plaid)
》| Uniform: Standard, possibly something more durable
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》| Noted Biography: Lachlan was born in Hastings, Nebraska and grew up on a rural plot of farm land his parents owned just outside the small city. As was typical of most farm kids, especially as the sole boy of his parents, he was made to help out on the farm by doing various chores. Once a bit older he was eventually taught how to operate the various farm equipment. Farm life, however, as expected, wasn't particularly exciting and as a result nothing of particular interest really occurred in the younger years of his life.
Once he hit high school, life became a bit faster paced, lively and colourful considering he was able to venture away from the farm more often. School had always been a welcome reprieve from his farm chores and tasks, not because he didn't enjoy them or want to help out, but because he wanted some spontaneity in his life, not to just live by a set routine.
Aside from having a great aptitude for sports and being a part of practically every team the school had to offer, he also did relatively well in his studies and made sure to keep active within the clubs he was able to attend when not at sporting events. Being a busy body, essentially, was his occupation throughout high school. Attending as many events and extra curricular activities as he could, learning what he could along the way in order to keep his mind occupied.
His high school years, however, didn't pass without some less than pleasant incidents. In fact, one in particular would prove to be the very incident that would forever change Lachlan's life and eventually lead him to seek out Academy X, though not immediately.
Outside of high school, Lachlan didn't really have a job aside from helping out at the farm. Every so often, however, to earn some extra cash and do a good deed, he would volunteer to babysit the neighbour's daughter who lived down the road, Holly. It was a generally easy job as she was an extremely well behaved young girl who was quite content playing hide and seek or cards in order to pass the time.
One particular day, they happened to be playing one of Holly's favourite outdoor pass times: tag. It just so happened that Lachlan had been 'it' and was expected to chase Holly along. Naturally, as any decent near adult would, he gave her a fair head start and followed along at a severely decreased pace so as not to dishearten her by immediately catching up to her. However, Holly began venturing toward the edge of their property. Normally it wasn't that big of a deal, however, this particular day there happened to be a couple ATVs out nearby and as a result, it made Lachlan nervous to allow her to venture through the bush trail that bordered the property.
Uneasy, Lachlan decided to catch up to the young girl as fast as possible while requesting she turn around and stop going down the path. It seemed he had a sixth sense that day because no sooner had he caught up to Holly, an ATV happened to be racing straight down the trail at an utterly reckless speed. Not having enough time to think through all his possible options, Lachlan's immediate reaction was to shove the girl out of the vehicle's trajectory as fast as possible while hoping he somehow didn't end up hit himself.
He awoke in the hospital a few hours later only to be told it was an absolute miracle that he was alive, and on top of that, that he somehow hadn't broken any bones despite being hit head on in the collision. As a concerned babysitter and neighbour, it was his duty to assure that Holly had been kept safe and naturally he'd inquired about her. It turned out that she had managed to break her back during the incident. It had been rendered a freak accident, that she must have hit a rock or hard surface of sorts when she had fallen. Later on, he would come to discover it had been due to his mutation that Holly had hit her back so hard, a guilt he would carry with him even to the present.
Holly and her family had not bared any ill will toward Lachlan for the unfortunate incident where she had lost her ability to walk. Instead, they had been grateful that she was alive at all, knowing that if he hadn't shoved her aside and been hit in her stead, that she would more than likely be deceased. And while it brought comfort to the family and Holly, Lachlan was not at all satisfied with the results. How had it been that he'd come out of everything completely unscathed and Holly was forced to forever suffer for it?
Doom and gloom aside, Lachlan continued to attend high school as normal, eventually managing to secure himself a scholarship to the University of Nebraska to play football. Initially he thought about turning the offer down, opting for tending to the farm and inheriting it in order to take extra time out of his day to pay Holly visits to assure she was adjusting to her new way of life. However, with encouragement from his parents, older sisters, Holly and her family, he decided to accept the scholarship and move to Lincoln and attend University there.
It was in Lincoln, he would develop his interest in swimming over that of football and would eventually join the swimming and diving team as opposed to playing football. Alongside swimming he would pick up both running and cycling, competing in triathlons as a means of conditioning aside from simply swimming. His passion as a triathlete would eventually earn him a sponsorship as a semi-professional triathlete where he would raise money toward people with similar conditions to Holly's and ultimately lead him away from the university lifestyle temporarily.
While making a living as a triathlete worked for a year or so, Lachlan progressively began struggling more and more with his mutation. If he had unfit sleeps, he often found himself awakening in a near, if not fully broken bed alongside many other incidents. It finally came to a point where he decided he needed to learn to hone his ability before he accidentally hurt someone again, and that was what lead him to Academy X.
》| Family: Troy Beckham (Father), Susan Beckham (Mother), Natalie Beckham (Sister), Ariana Beckham (Sister)
》| Team Affiliations: Nova
》| Known Alliances: Type here
》| Known Enemies: Type here
》| Personality:Lachlan has always been described as a kind and gentle soul. He is a very down to earth person that is people and team oriented. Lachlan makes it his goal to get along with people as best he can and to be as good as he can. He can have the tendency to be a bit timid when he is uncertain of an individual, however, once he becomes acquainted he is nothing short of pleasant. While he is utterly pleasant to others, even those he dislikes, he tends to be overly critical and hard on himself.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Lachlan's extremely level headed, even in the most dire of situations.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: He is his biggest critic. If he screws up he will beat himself up over it for ages.
》| Likes: Adventure, Training, Reading, Sports (Kayaking and Swimming being current favourites), Eating/Cooking
》| Dislikes: His mutation, Belligerent or otherwise unpleasant people, Being hungry, Feeling helpless/useless
》| Hobbies: Kayaking, Swimming, Most sports, Hiking, Horse Riding, Outdoor Activities
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》| Superhuman Ability: Superhuman Strength - Lachlan's mutation makes his anatomy differ from that of a typical human by way of him having a far denser bone structure that allows his body to deal and take far more abuse than a typical human body could. As a result he is capable of lifting far greater amounts of weight than a normal person could ever hope to while remaining impervious to being crushed underneath the weight he lifts.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Lachlan is capable of lifting far greater amounts of weight than any normal person could ever hope to. On top of that, the fact he is more durable also means he is able to take a far greater physical beating than most of his fellow X counterparts.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Naturally his abilities require a ridiculous amount of energy, and as a result Lachlan has an increased metabolism that requires a far greater amount of sustenance than the average person does. If he is malnourished it severely affects his abilities, to the point he may not be able to use them at all in extreme cases. If he is continuously lifting things without any pause between then he risks overexerting himself quickly. Also, throwing heavy objects as opposed to simply lifting them requires far more effort than merely holding something and can render him more vulnerable to attacks if he happens to be in the process of lifting or throwing an object.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Currently he is only capable of roughly lifting a car's weight: 3000-3500 lbs
》| Non-powered Abilities: Cooking (Intermediate), Swimming (Intermediate), Running (Intermediate), Cycling (Intermediate), Gardening/Farming (Intermediate)
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 10:19 am
Knoxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Kerri, Red
》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: May 19
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 19
》| Height: 5'11"
》| Weight: 155 lbs
》| Build: Muscular
》| Hair Color: Red
》| Eye Color: Green
》| Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
》| Notable Features:Pierced ears
》| Standard Attire: Kerrigan's style is all about practicality. She tends to choose outfits that she can easily move in, and tends to prefer athletic wear or simple outfits. For special occasions, she is known to get dressed up, and skirts and dresses aren't entirely out of the question.
》| Uniform: Kerrigan has a specially engineered mechanical battlesuit, which enhances her physical stamina to match her abilities. In recent months, her suit has been upgraded to connect to the web, able to pull videos and such from the internet and other proprietary databases she can access on a moment's notice to show her any skill she wishes to learn. While it takes time, and is not necessarily efficient in the midst of a battle, it opened a whole new realm of possibilities to her.
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》| Noted Biography: Kerrigan grew up an “army brat,” the youngest of 4 children with 3 older brothers. To say she was forced to toughen up from a young age would be an understatement. She grew thick skin, both metaphorically and physically, and enlisted the help of her father to teach her how to fight and defend herself against the constant onslaught of her brothers. Given his position as a Drill Sergeant, and the access to training facilities available on the base, it didn't take long before he noticed that she had a natural affinity for combat and strategy, which he began to hone.
When she turned 6, living on base with her family, she was enrolled in a military education, which she thoroughly enjoyed. Her ability first surfaced when she watched a little boy scale the monkey-bars with ease on her first day of recess. Without a moment’s hesitation, she jumped up on the bars and made it completely across without a single mistake. In gym class, she was able to flawlessly replicate the drills they were shown in class by only watching the instructor demonstrate it once. Her teacher’s were baffled, but her parents had a sneaking suspicion she was one of the “mutants” that they had heard about on television. After taking her for genetic testing, under the highest levels of secrecy, their suspicions were confirmed. Of everyone in their immediate family, she is the only one with an ability.
Both parents were extremely supportive of her ability, and both did whatever they could to help her control it and learn how it worked. Her father headed the majority of the physical training, and her brothers were great sparring partners. When Kerri was 13, her father was deployed over seas, leaving her mother to take over her “training.” As time dragged on in her father’s absence, her mother taught her more about grace, and imitating things other than fighting. Her brothers took over her physical training at this point, even though her mother was not too happy about it. With two of them in the army as well, she was basically going through the same basic training as they were before she could join up. She studied everything from karate to etiquette, at the urging of her mother, resulting in her being able to compete at a black-belt level, as well as perform a perfect curtsy.
Her father returned from his 2 year deployment to find that she was more than proficient in almost all forms of martial arts and kickboxing, but also that she had been studying gymnastics and parkour in her free time. He was proud of her, and rather than trying to teach her a wealth of new skills, she decided that it would be best to work on her physicality over anything else so that she would be best prepared in any situation.
Kerri’s uncle also worked for the military as an armor engineer, working to develop a new sort of mechanical armor for soldiers to wear into battle. He could never seem to get a prototype working that was up to the Army’s standards, so he retired early to join the private sector, where the money was better. Between jobs, Kerri’s father brought her Uncle (his brother) to live with them at the time, and explained Kerrigan’s unique situation to him. Her Uncle was intrigued, and so with the help of the family, he was able to construct a suit especially for her, which he explained would enhance her physical attributes such as strength, agility, speed, etc. She began to train in the suit, and after a few months, she found she could adapt quicker in the midst of battle and fought even better than she did before. It also helped not having to worry as much about weapons and bullets when she was a purely physical fighter.
When Kerri turned 16, her parents thought that it would be a better idea for her to attend another few years at a school where she could be around other mutants full time, and learn to harness her powers even more. They were supportive, and always did what they could, but knew they would not be able to help her as much as others might be able to. It took a little bit of convincing, but they eventually got her to agree to attend Xavier’s School for the Gifted for at least a year before she decided if she wanted to continue her education further, or go into the military. Between school and her personal training, Kerrigan had not developed deep friendships or connections with anyone outside her immediate family, so she was a little worried about going, but knew that if her parents thought it would be for the best, then it was what she needed to do.
Upon graduation from high school at Xavier's, Kerrigan was set to go into the military, per her original plan. However, news arrived that her brother, Daniel, had been killed in combat when he was captured by enemy forces. The way the situation was handled by his superiors and the government angered her so much, that she gave up her future military career, instead opting to stay at the Academy for University courses. Joining the army was all she has ever pictures for herself, so giving up that dream unsettled the normally stable redhead. Unsure what her next step should be, she finds herself with a new challenge of balancing classes and active team duty, along with maintaining some semblance of a personal life.
》| Family: Heather Schwartz - Mother; Daniel Schwartz – Father (Military – Army); Xander Schwartz – Brother (Married to Kaelin Hammond); Randall Schwartz – Brother (Military – Marines); Daniel Schwartz Jr. – Brother (Military – Army - Deceased)
》| Team Affiliations: Co-Captain - Team No Go
》| Known Alliances: X-Men
》| Known Enemies: None
》| Personality:Kerrigan has a generally positive demeanor, and is not really one to make waves. She is fiercely loyal to those in her life, especially her friends, and there is nothing she wouldn't do for them. Even if they don't need her help, it is hard for her to not step in and protect them in the face of danger. While she used to be very quiet and withdrawn, the redhead has made great social strides since she started at the Academy. She is generally pleasant to those she meets, especially if they have a friend in common. However, this general attitude does not make her any less headstrong. She is known to be dependable, both in and out of battle, and has very strong views of what is expected from her, which are often higher standards than those actually placed upon her. Being an army brat, she understands then need for authority and has no problem following orders, so long as she can see the logic behind them. Long story short, Kerrigan is a woman. She has her good days and her bad days - she can be your best friend, or your worst enemy. It's up to you to decide which.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Kerri is steadfast in her views of herself. It takes a lot to get her riled up to the point of acting out of that emotion. She tends to be easy to get along with, and she usually flies under the radar when it comes to the typical drama that accompanies attending a school like this.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: True trust is difficult for the redhead. She is also sensitive to loss, since the death of her brother. When it comes to men, Kerrigan is pretty much clueless. Because of her size and proficiency in battle, she has not really been the recipient of much male attention. As such, when some does come her way, it tends to be more confusing for her than anything else.
》| Likes: Physical activity of all kinds, running, training, reading, hanging out with friends, tinkering with her suit, shopping, surfing youtube.
》| Dislikes: Being ignored, being unable to exercise, people who ignore orders, Metal music, pastel colors, dentists.
》| Hobbies: Exercise of all kinds; reading (particularly non-fiction military history and biographies, and historical fiction); sparring and training with her comrades.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Adoptive Muscle Memory - the ability to flawlessly copy any physical movement she sees.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: This ability make her very effective in combat styles, not just in what she can do, but the speed with which she can pick up new fighting styles and adapt in the midst of battle. She does not have to focus on something in order to mimic it's movement, adding to her adaptability in nearly any situation. This adaptability makes her more difficult to fight, because one cannot really predict her next move.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Kerrigan is limited to mimicking movements that she sees, and only motions that she is physically capable of performing - you will see no physics defying moves from her. Additionally, she must practice moves consistently in order for them to become a permanent part of her arsenal. If she does not use a particular skillset she has acquired for an extended period of time, the memories fade from her, and she will have to relearn them if she wants to use the moves in the future. She cannot copy powers of any kind.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: When she learns a new ability, it is almost as if she has been doing it her entire life. Because of this, she can transfer between battle techniques in the blink of an eye. However, her powers have other uses besides battle, including dancing, playing instruments, etc. With it being such a passive power, and relying solely on physical strength and dexterity, she relies heavily on her physical prowess and combat suit to allow focus on the battle as opposed to getting shot and killed within seconds.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Kerrigan's power allows her to easily absorb nearly anything given the time to view it. Currently, she is "trained" in the following areas (meaning they are at advanced level): Kickboxing, Archery, Small Weapons, Bladed Weapons, Parkour, Gymnastics, MCMAP fighting style, Krav Maga fighting style, Savate fighting style, Judo fighting style, Muay Thai fighting style
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 10:23 am
Chameleon
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: ‘D’
》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 7th September
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: Ninteen
》| Height: 5'6"
》| Weight: 130lbs
》| Build: Petite
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Gray
》| Skin Tone: Peachy
》| Notable Features: She’s always wearing the same ten silver rings. She also has a scar on her right shoulder and left leg.
》| Standard Attire: T-Shirt and jeans usually.
》| Uniform: Standard team uniform.
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》| Noted Biography: Daylia grew up in a large family holding ten members including herself. Daylia was the firstborn of the triplets and had been very close to the other two (Delila and Damon). She had an older sister (Maelona), three younger brothers (Chris, Alexander, and Jamie), and one younger sister (Sarah) along with her mother and father (Cerise and Tristan). They love each other as only a family could. Early on it was evident that not all of the children were normal. People referred to them as mutants. They had gained the mutations from their mother. Five of the children followed in their mother steps, gaining their own mutations, of those five it included Maelona, the triplets, and Alexander. Despite what some might think, within the family they were accepted and loved just as much as the non-mutant children.
Despite the love they held for one another within the large family, the outside world, for the most part, looked down upon them because of their gifts. They were often picked on, but Maelona and Daylia took the brunt of it. They would often be found in arguments with other children and even a few fights because they wanted to protect the others in the family. From an early age, Daylia hardened herself towards the world, just so she could protect her other siblings. People would try and tease her, only to have her tear them apart with her words, and in most cases making the other children cry. Her mother knew this was not healthy, and tried everything possible to help her child not hate the entire world. Daylia made it evident she didn't, but only wished that they would simply be accepted.
The family knew nothing about the place that accepted them for what they were. They knew of other mutants, though it usually just included the ones that hated the world at attacked those that were innocent. At sixteen Daylia was horrified to learn of the man who called himself Magneto. He had practically destroyed New York, just when things seemed to be changing for the mutant community. He killed innocent people and ruined the chance that mutants had to be accepted. Days after the event, angry men and woman rallied in Cleveland, targeting the mutants that lived there. They managed to kill a few of the mutants, including five of her own family members.
Daylia still remembers the event like it happened yesterday.
It was the dead of the night, Daylia and Maelona were up late, catching up with one another after Maelona had come home from college. Everything seemed normal, peaceful. Daylia had learned that Maelona was engaged and due to tell the family at dinner the next day. Daylia was delighted with the news that she would get to meet this man within the next two days or so when they were interrupted by rather loud yelling from the outside of the house. They both went to the door to see what was going on, and what they saw shocked them. A group of about fifteen people gathered outside the house with crude weapons in hand. A lot of the people they had recognized. They were yelling and calling for the mutants to come out.
Maelona instructed Daylia to wake the rest of the family, which she did, leaving her sister by the door. She still regrets leaving her sister. She woke her mother and father first, explaining what was going on upstairs and outside on the street. She was then instructed to go upstairs and fetch the other children and to hold on to the baby. Her parents followed her upstairs and met with Maelona as Daylia continued through the rest of the house. She grabbed the four-year-old baby Jamie first before rounding up the others in the house, though as she entered the last room, a loud banging noise reached her ears. She peeked out of the window for a moment, seeing that the rioting group had made their way from the street to their lawn and porch. Another bang came to her ears, though this one shook the house.
With the baby in hand, Daylia led the family downstairs, only to see that the people from the outside had forced their way in, killing their mother and older sister first. Their father went to them, ushering the children back up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms, locking the door behind them, though it proved futile.
The mob broke down the door with ease, and once it was down six shots were heard before anyone had even spotted the gun. Two bullets made contact with Daylia, one grazing her shoulder and the other into her leg. She had hit her knees instantly, tears forming in her eyes. She ignored the pain, sheltering the four-year-old with her body. Her instincts took over then, she needed to do something or they would all die. She focused all she could, summoning up as much of her ability as possible to make herself and the rest of her family invisible, to force them along with herself to blend into their surroundings. To the crowd, the room appeared empty, save for the bloody puddles around the room. She had warned them with a motion of her hand to remain still and quiet, hoping the people would think they had gotten away.
To Daylia's amazement, it worked. The people stood dumbfounded and shouted angrily at one another that the family had escaped. It took fifteen minutes for the crowd to accept the implanted fact before leaving. Once it was clear, the image fell, revealing the badly injured family. Alexander, the youngest of the mutants had died from a gunshot to the head. Delila and Damon bled to death, both of a gunshot wound to a major artery. Daylia thought for the beefiest moment that she would soon join them.
When it was clear, the remaining five members of the family took off in the van, making it to the nearest hospital. Daylia's wounds were not fatal, and she was easily saved. She had to spend six days in the hospital in which time a mutant, claiming to be from a school for people like her visited. He explained everything about the school to her and the remnants of her family. With tear-filled eyes, her father encouraged her to go, says that she would be safe there. She didn't want to leave her family, not with the tragedy that had befallen them, but she thought that if she stayed, she would be the cause of another attack.
Daylia made up her mind to join the school after the funeral of her family, so she may keep the others safe from those that might hunt her.
》| Family: Father - Tristan Astrallo
Older Sister - Maelona Astrallo - Deceased at age 19 Would be 21
Sister (Triplet) - Delila Astrallo - Deceased -at age 16 would be 18
Brother (Triplet) - Damon Astrallo - Deceased at age 16 would be 18
Younger Brother - Chris Astrallo - Age 16
Younger Brother - Alexander Astrallo - Deceased at age 13 would be 15
Younger Sister - Sarah Astrallo - Age 14
Youngest Brother - Jamie Astrallo - Age 6
》| Team Affiliations: Team Nova
》| Known Alliances: Grace Covington - Partner in crime
》| Known Enemies: Type here
》| Personality: Daylia if fun loving but more often than not she can be quite grumpy. She finds humor in irony and inappropriate jokes. She loves sarcasm and dry humor and laughs at inappropriate times, especially during serious situations.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Her humor and ability to scare off people.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Good food, it’ll distract her from just about anything. Cooking, despite loving food as much as she does, she cannot cook, at least not well.
》| Likes: Food, chocolate, food, music, food, movies, food, reading, food, videogames. Did we already mention food?
》| Dislikes: Overly obnoxious people, people who think they know absolutely everything and always have to be right, most sea food,
》| Hobbies: Eating, videogames, reading, sleeping, goofing around, amature ghost hunting.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Molecular Manipulation: The first part of the mutation gives her the ability to blend in with her surrounding much like that of a chameleon. This is the base of her power which she has come to control so far. The next step in her ability is to camouflage her heat signature, allowing her to become invisible against her background to the human eye and heat seeking objects.
The second part of the mutation gives her the ability to become intangible. This ability is extremely unpredictable and uncontrolled at this time. Under a controlled mind she would be able to make her body untouchable, which would be quite useful. The ability allows objects to pass through her, though she still remains visible. A drawback to this power is that if anything is passing through her at the time that the gift deactivates, it will remain stuck. She can also use this to pass through walls and other solid objects, but will again run the risk of getting stuck.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Daylia does very well with blending into her background when she concentrates on it. She can also call up a specific color on her skin. The background colors can range from the camouflage type print to extremely detailed. When using her power to hid her heat signature, her body temperature will change slightly to try and help hide her.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: When using both the skin camouflage and body heat camouflage she has to concentrate extremely hard depending on the clarity of the background visuals she wants to show up. At this point in her power development, she cannot hold them both up for much longer than 20 minutes or so depending on difficulty. Even if she uses this ability, sonar can still locate her. Daylia will hardly ever use the power to phase through things. If the power isn’t used properly, the object going through her can get stuck, causing internal injury or even death. The power at this point has not been fully explored because of her fears and will refuse to use it unless as a last resort.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: Self Defense classes, CPR/first aid.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 10:37 am
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Em, Emmie, Gracie
》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 8, June
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 19
》| Height: 5'2"
》| Weight: 118 lbs
》| Build: Curvy
》| Hair Color: Dark Brown
》| Eye Color: Hazel
》| Skin Tone: Tanned
》| Notable Features:Belly button is pierced
》| Standard Attire: Tanks, jeans, matching accessories. Despite her short stature, she’s usually in flats or sneakers
》| Uniform: black with purple accents
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》| Noted Biography: Clayton, GA
Twenty years ago, a couple comprised of a cardiologist and the county's beauty queen was blessed with a child, a baby girl who warmed their hearts with her first coo. As hard as they tried, the two did not conceive again, and placed all of their love into their gift from God. They named her Emlen Grace. She grew up as her daddy's little girl, her mother's little angel. She was perfect, save for once, she gave them a scare, disappearing for about four hours, and even she couldn't tell them where she'd been. Emlen had no recollection of what had happened... and was confused as to why they kept asking her where she'd run off to, when the entire time she'd been playing with her dolls.
No one ever figured it out... and eventually the event became only a distant nightmare to the small family. Vowing to never lose her again, the Covingtons were ever vigilant that nothing would take their daughter from them. And while both parents loved their little Emmie, the couple grew apart, fell out of love... and eventually parted ways from each other. But the two made a pact not to let their differences make Emlen miserable, and the child wanted for nothing.
It was shortly after their divorce that both John and Magnolia began to notice a change in their daughter... bad luck seemed to follow her, anytime she pointed at something, chaos spread as easily as melted butter on toasted bread in that direction. Together, they searched for people who might be able to help their little girl, but found nothing. Instead, someone found them, approaching them in a gentle manner, to inform the parents that their daughter was special.. While she was younger than most mutants, the evidence was unmistakable. She had abilities that would need training to help control, and likely people like her to help her adjust. The red head promised to be able to help, explained what the Institute was about, their goals and accomplishments... and the Covingtons agreed that it might be the best school for their little Emmie.
Only ten years old, Emmie spent the school year at the Academy, and received individualized attention, given her age. It was seven years that she spent learning with the mutants, playing a part on one of the simulation teams, before she and her parents both agreed it would be best to try and integrate her back into regular schools so that she could learn to blend in with the non-mutant society. The professors at Xavier's weren't thrilled to see her go, but left an open invitation for her to return any time she wanted. With a decent grasp on control and an understanding that she needed to avoid certain flicks in her hands... certain thoughts paired with her actions... Emmie excelled in her school at home. Any mishaps she might have caused were easily explained away, and she relaxed.
And as her senior year went on, she found what she hadn't expected... acceptance in the form of a boy. She fell head over heels for him, bedazzled by his charm and wit. They both graduated, and, still as strong as they were on their first date... decided to get married in the June following the end of their high school career.
Impulsive, and perhaps not the choice either of her parents had wanted for her, Emlen began to plan her life away. It wasn't for another three months that she realized that something was off, and that being married wasn't everything she'd dreamed of. Her husband grew distant, coming home late on most nights and drank heavily the nights he stayed in. Beginning to suspect him of cheating on her, Gracie decided to follow him to see just where he was spending all of his time.
Appalled at what she discovered, she pointed directly at the group of people beating someone who seemed helpless. Chaotic bolts flew around the alley, and she fled back to their little house, packed her things so that she could run to her mother's. But it was too late... he knew that she knew... and met her halfway. His eyes were bloodshot, bleary, and the stench of whiskey clung to his teeth, souring his breath. Half-crazed, he admitted being a mutant himself. That part, she would have been fine with... were it not for who he supported.. who's name he was chanting into that poor girl's ear as he way-laid on her.
Wriggling free, and desperate to get away, she tried once more to put a hex on him, only to catch his eyes, and fall deeper for him. Entranced, she quit struggling, but the back of her mind clawed at being let out, to flee as fast as her legs would carry her. It all made sense now... just why she had been so ensnared with Bruce in the first place...
For about three months, she couldn't break the hypnosis... and she too chanted Magneto's name, committing terrible deeds in his honor. Her husband got comfortable with her, believing that the trance was permanent, and left her alone in the house, and something clicked.
Completely out from under his spell, Emlen made it home, placed a restraining order on her husband, and filed for a divorce. Something about him called to her on occasion, enough so that she could feel her knees weaken when he tried to beckon her. Remaining mostly strong, she resisted, crying into her pillow for the support that only it could offer.
Six months later, she still didn't have the finalized divorce, due to flimsy legal negotiations and technicalities, but Emlen resolved to go back to school, get a college degree while she got the support she needed to officially leave Bruce behind. She worked at school for less than half a semester before Scott and Emma approached her about being on a team again.
》| Family: Mother, Magnolia Parker-Covington – no mutation
Father – John Covington, no mutation
Soon-to-be ex husband – Bruce Hawthorne
》| Team Affiliations: Nova
》| Known Alliances: Daylia Astrallo, best friend, partner in crime
》| Known Enemies: Bruce Hawthorne
Brotherhood of Evil Mutants
》| Personality:Emlen is very impulsive and headstrong and doesn’t always think things through. She’s quick to be irritated, but just as swiftly pacified with a plate of good food. She’s sardonic and sassy. In times of stress, she often reaches for her sense of humor to keep her grounded.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: She’s witty and often makes people laugh. She’s a great debater and will dish out just as good as she’s given. She’s good at flirting, but don’t expect her to follow through.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Due to her recent separation, she’s unable to trust herself all of the time, and always has to ask herself if she’s done something because wanted to, or if she’s still under Bruce’s thumb. She tends to get into embarrassing situations without any help. She absolutely cannot cook. At all. Don’t even let her microwave popcorn. At times, her moral compass gets a bit skewed, and she tends to be a bad judge of character where guys are concerned.
》| Likes: Homecooked meals. Saltwater taffy. Country music.
》| Dislikes: Her own cooking. She doesn’t particularly like working out in the gym, but it’s a necessary evil with all the food she and Daylia eat. Leaving the safety of the academy. She hates being told “I told you so.”
》| Hobbies: Trying to learn to be self-sufficient at cooking, archery, hanging with friends, writing
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》| Superhuman Ability: Emlen has the ability to manipulate probability via hex "bolts." They are short, and limited to her line of sight. The effects of this are seemingly random.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: She can use her hexes to light flammable objects, contain or remove air from a particular area, deflect objects, stop the momentum of projectiles, open doors (albeit not so gentle most of the time), and explode objects, etc. With a little bit of luck, she has a versatile mutation that will serve her team well in a pinch.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Casting an intended hex requires both a gesture and concentration on her part, though the gestures are largely a focus for the concentration. Without one or the other, it will not work. Certain gestures, no matter her intent, will cause an ill-effect on whatever she points at. These automatic triggers only manifest bad luck, so she's ever vigilant not to point. (Because it's more than just rude for her.)
Hexes have a degree of unreliability, which was further affected by her physical condition: when well rested, in good health, and mentally and emotionally alert, she can cast numerous hex-spheres in rapid succession and attain mostly desirable results for almost an hour.
Despite enhanced precision from training, her hexes are not necessarily guaranteed to work, particularly if she has been straining herself or using her powers excessively. If overextended, her hexes could backfire, causing probability to work against her wishes or to undo previous hexes.
Having a hex backfire on herself can cause drastic consequences, for obvious reasons.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Ultimately, the hexes are not under Emmi's direct control, although she can influence the nature of their effects with great concentration and effort.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Advanced Archery, Expert in Darts. Because precision is needed for hex bolts, things with accuracy are a must-hobby for her. She'll even play a few holes of golf on occasion to keep herself fresh.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 10:56 am
Dart
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Speedy
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: January 1st
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 20
》| Height: 6'1"
》| Weight: 189 lbs
》| Build: Toned
》| Hair Color: Light brown/dirty blond
》| Eye Color: Baby Blues
》| Skin Tone: Tan
》| Notable Features:Smirk
》| Standard Attire: Leather jacket, jeans
》| Uniform: spandex
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》| Noted Biography: Felix was born in Paradise Falls a somewhat large town in Michigan where unbeknownst to him his father served as both the leader of the gang that basically ran the town and it's mayor. He grew up a rather normal life with his mother passing away at a young age leaving him and his father alone. His father had little to do with him leaving him to be raised by the family maid. Going into school most of the kids avoided him at the urging of their parents because of who his father was. He tended to get grades he didn't really earn just as a way for the teachers to keep his father happy. There were people coming up missing all the time that the local police did nothing to try and determine why. Everybody secretly knew what had happened to them. Nobody was willing to speak up about it however for fear of the same happening to them. His father's gang dealt in all kinds of illegal activities that ranged from drugs to slavery. Still Felix remained completely unaware of everything.
When he got old enough to begin to understand what was going on around him his father and the other gang members he was around made him think it was all alright. They made him think they were the good guys in this all. Especially when the police force finally got a chief that was not willing to compromise his beliefs. A war began to rage between the police and his father and his followers. When election came his father was not reelected which was the first big change in Felix's lifestyle. Then his mutation surfaced. Immediately his father saw the potential it carried and decided to let Felix 'help him against the villains'. Only about 14 Felix jumped at this chance still thinking his father was doing good. Teaching his son the basics of the lifestyle he mainly used him for disposing of evidence quickly. A few years went by like this and slowly Felix began to question if his father was really the bad guy. After all he began to learn more of what his father was doing and it just seemed wrong.
Still his father insisted that he had the town's best interest at heart and that the things he was doing was 'a necessary evil'. Instantly seeing the wisdom in his father's words he wasn't aware that was his father's ability. That was when he began to have blackouts whenever his father sat him down for a 'little talk'. Then his father decided it was time to kill the police chief and after one failed attempt decided who better to do so then Felix who could kill him and leave before the chief was ever even aware there was someone there. After about an hour of 'convincing' Felix was told where he would be and at what time and he went and did the deed. Afterwards looking down at the body Felix was very aware of how wrong it was and what he had just done. Distraught he was aware of what his father was doing to him every time he disagreed with him. His father was just using him to do his dirty work using his ability to hypnotize him.
Leaving the scene Felix returned to his father angry and told his father he was done listening to him. Calmly as if he had been expecting this there was a man in the room that Felix didn't see at first. His father explained that he would 'take away the pain and guilt' then without warning his head was seized in the man's hand and Felix blacked out again. This time however something went wrong in the process and not everything was erased. It didn't take long for him to figure out the cause of his black outs. And soon he began to wonder exactly what else he had done that this man had just made him forget. Then he heard a rumor going around concerning his mother's death and it implicated his father in the rumor. Finding the man who had erased his memories Felix confronted him in the privacy of his home. Demanding to know what else he had been made to forget the man reluctantly revealed that he could bring it all back. Felix hesitantly accepted letting the man 'touch' his memories again.
True to his word the man brought everything back. Feeling the full weight of the things he had done Felix had to sit down and sort through things he had done. The man apologized for doing what he had done to him explaining that he had no choice in helping his father because he threatened his family in exchange for service. Felix decided to help the man disappear and after getting into his father's safe stole more than enough money for them to disappear. Afterward he took a little more time sorting through the newly re-implanted memories and realized he had walked in on his father standing over his mother's body. Confronting his father about the memories his father was caught off guard and attempted to use his ability on his son yet again only to fail. Felix was done letting his father control him and sway him with words. Assaulting his father and knocking him down he felt the anger well up inside himself. Continuing to hit him his father eventually confessed to killing his mother.
His father explained that he couldn't very well have his wife questioning him in front of his followers. At the peak of his anger by now Felix considered killing his father for using him the way he had been and disposing of his mother as if she was trash. Continuing the assault until his father was just barely hanging on Felix suddenly heard a voice in his head. The voice introducing himself as Xavier explained that he was better than this. Felix insisted he wasn't that this was who he was. After all look at the things he had done over the years. His soul had already been tainted. There was no going back. He was already damned so why stop now? After a little more talking Felix felt his anger begin to recede. Giving his mother as reason enough to go through with it the man asked a question he did not think of before. Would his mother want him to do this? Finding it hard to remember her in detail the one thing he remembered the most was her kindness.
Slowly letting go of his father Felix sighed. The man offered to show him a better way and to just give this other life a chance. His father would be waiting anyway right? Finally deciding that he would listen to the man he brought his father to the hospital and left him laying in the emergency room lobby floor. Going back to his house he was greeted by a man named Cyclops who after an introduction offered him transportation to this school he was a headmaster at. Agreeing to go to escape the life he had been thrust into by his father Felix left with him. Upon arrival however he found himself hesitant to go into this life finding the idea of using his powers to help people a foreign concept. Still he did something right as after a little while he found himself on one of the junior teams. Granted he honestly didn't really care that much. It just seemed like another kind of gang to him. He wasn't sure if this was the life for him either. Thankfully his father would still be waiting when he left. After all he had not been swayed from a desire for revenge.
》| Family: Jennifer Anderson - Mother - Deceased
Clint Anderson - Father - 42 - Hypnotic Suggestion
Allison Anderson - Aunt - 39 - No mutation
》| Team Affiliations: Type here
》| Known Alliances: Type here
》| Known Enemies: Type here
》| Personality:He is generally apathetic about things not really caring either way. Because if this he takes a very long time to anger. There is very few things that can actually get a rise out of him. He is not afraid to speak his mind and is willing to accept the consequences for doing so. Don't expect him to sugarcoat things. He is not against joking around and sarcasm, but it is often he will do so.He is also a huge flirt.
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》| Likes: Flirting, Reading, Slacking off in general, Joking around, Being sarcastic
》| Dislikes: Humans (most of the time)
》| Hobbies: Flirting, Getting into trouble, sneaking out, etc.
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》| Superhuman Ability: He is superhumanly fast able to move at speeds nearing 150 mph. His body is also naturally adapted to moving at high speeds with him having a higher metabolism. His mind also moves faster as a result to allow him to perceive things while moving at high speeds and it also gives him a faster reaction time than normal. He is resistant to kinetic impacts while at high speeds so as to not injure himself when running at superhuman speeds. At top speed currently he can run up a building as long as he doesn't stop or slow down.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: He is capable of covering extremely long distances in a short amount of time. Being able to move so fast also makes him extremely hard to hit.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: His higher metabolism is both a blessing and a curse as it keeps him fit, but does also require him to ingest large amounts of food to sustain himself. Running for prolonged periods of time can tire him out quickly if he's not careful. His power is always on so it takes conscious effort to not simply run everywhere he goes. There are times when his power affects things like speech making him talk faster as a result. If somehow he were to be lifted off the ground or otherwise rendered impossible to touch something solid he would be basically powerless.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: He can vibrate. Js.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Hand to Hand - Intermediate - His own style of fighting that has adapted things from other fighting styles and been honed to be used when moving at high speeds.
Sneaking Around - Intermediate
Small Weapons - Basic
Lockpicking - Intermediate
Breaking the rules/All things mischievous - Master
Guitar - Intermediate
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↘↘xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Master Cliff Fate
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 11:13 am
Jedi
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Auggie, Gus
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 17, September
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: Twenty-One
》| Height: 6'1"
》| Weight: 170lbs
》| Build: Slender, but toned
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Blue
》| Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
》| Notable Features: Tattoos all over his body, ears stretched, tongue pierced.
》| Standard Attire: Punk inspired, ripped jeans and tank tops.
》| Uniform: Black with piping of team color
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》| Noted Biography: August was born to a mother and father, just like any child. His father, Charles, worked for the city as an electrician and his mother, Arlene, worked at a local supermarket. They had a small house in the suburbs, they weren’t rolling in money, but they were well off enough to not have to worry about a whole lot. Bills were paid, food was on the table. And it was boring.
It was the typical, all American family that people either had or they didn’t. His parents rarely argued, which was boring. His school was full of kids that were either eager to learn or didn’t care either way, which was boring. Everything was just so damn boring. School, home, supper, homework, bath, bed, repeat. Every day. In and out. Like God was punching a reset button on his life or something.
When August was six, his parents had another child, a little girl, who they named June. June became August’s new obsession. He always wanted to hold his sister, feed her, help their mother whenever he could when it came to the baby. He was head over heels for her. She was new, and she was never boring, not to Gus.
A year after the new baby entered his life, they had a small, intimate party for the little girl. Just him, his parents, and his mother’s brother. His grandparents were either gone or too far away, and his dad was an only child. Just as his mother lit the candles on the cake and turned to grab June to put her in the high chair, the curtains caught fire. And in the sweltering, dry, Texas heat, that little fire turned into an inferno.
Gus doesn’t remember how he got out of the house, a lot of the memories gone because of his age at the time, and because it all happened so fast. It wasn’t long before Gus stood outside, next to his uncle, waiting for his parents to come out the window they had managed to escape from with his baby sister. However, they never appeared.
After the funeral was done, and his parents, along with his baby sister, were all deep in the ground, or what was left of them, Gus was taken to Dallas to live with his uncle. He changed schools, changed friends, changed his life. He went from being a quiet kid with a gentle disposition into being a rebel, a bully. Either push around or be pushed around. He was the new kid, he was a target for any upperclassmen that wanted to tear him down. So he never gave them the chance.
As August aged, his personality didn’t evolve much. Even after his powers surfaced, he just used them to his advantage. He was a small kid in general, and so, he used his abilities to be able to pin other kids against the walls, to take them down to the floor as if he had super strength. No one messed with him after a while. So his sights turned to the teachers, which landed him into countless detentions and Saturday trips to the school to help out the janitors.
But that didn’t change him much. The only thing that his uncle thought would help him get his s**t together would be if he joined the military. That was the only option August had. His uncle refused to support him otherwise, whether it was finding his own place and a job, or if it was something closer to going to school. He needed discipline. He enlisted when he was seventeen and was shipped off as soon as he finished high school. Having mutants in the military was something that had been integrated before. He was with his own platoon of mutants.
He always did well tinkering with things, so it was no surprise that he became a mechanic rather than a foot soldier. He received all the same training. He gained weapons knowledge, which never hurt, not to mention working on military vehicles was something that was handy, to say the least. However, he had no idea how useful that knowledge would be later on in his life.
He learned a lot while in the military, things that he wouldn't have figured out on his own. It gave him the discipline and knowledge that he needed to get himself ahead. He made friends there, some of which had the same ideas as himself when they would get out. He followed at least one of them in joining with the other mutants of Xavier's and doing something with their lives.
He also knew that he would need a place to stay for his own safety and sanity. That is where the X-men started looking really appealing. They had structure, a team, and he could go to school. Besides, working on the jet would be badass.
》| Family: Mother: Arlene Becker - Deceased
Father: Charles Becker - Deceased
Sister: June Becker - Deceased
Uncle: John Mueller - Alive
》| Team Affiliations: Type here
》| Known Alliances: Roland Cevalier: Battle Buddy
》| Known Enemies: Type here
》| Personality:August is sarcastic. It's hard to differentiate between his sarcasm and his seriousness because he plays them both so similarly. He is a bit of a bully and will retort to his own made up nicknames for people rather than calling them what they prefer. He doesn't care what people think and isn't afraid to show it. It's a bit of a show-off and is a bit selfish and narcissistic. He thinks he is God's gift to men, women and mutant-kind. He doesn't take a whole lot seriously and will usually laugh in people's faces, especially if he just wants to piss them off.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: He can be charming when he wants to and usually can talk his way out of any situation. He talks a lot, but would never give up any information to the wrong people.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: He's sometimes just enough of an a** to get himself shot.
》| Likes: Alcohol, American Muscle Cars, Dangerous Activities, Candy, Tattoos, Accents
》| Dislikes: Getting His a** Beat, Snobs, People That Can't Take a Joke, Peas, Foreign Cars
》| Hobbies: Working on cars and just about anything else with an engine, paintball, chess.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Gravity Manipulation - The ability to manipulate or control the way gravity affects a person or object, allowing items to float by lifting the effects of gravity, or sink by increasing them.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: He can decrease the effect gravity has on a person or object, allowing them to float. Or, he can increase this effect, making something seem like it is stuck to the ground. He is also able to control the way gravity affects himself, giving him a simulated form of flight, though direction change is caused by the push and pull of himself towards or away from stationary objects.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: He is able to increase or decrease the all-around gravity of a single area, limiting to a fifteen foot radius of his own body. He also is only able to control the effect gravity has on a total of three things, whether it is people or objects, at a single time. If he were to crush something under the weight of gravity, it would take a lot of his energy out of him.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: When it comes to his flight, he does well controlling it no matter where he is, including rapid changes in direction by pushing or pulling himself towards or away from the gravitational pulls of other objects. But when he tries with others, the chances of them crashing into something are a lot higher because he cannot feel what they are close to.
》| Non-powered Abilities: He worked on just about everything in the military, so he does well with mechanics, he played paintball in high school competively, chess was something his uncle insisted on playing with him, and he gained military training in combat and weapons, he's working on combining his abilities with surveillance skills because being a spy is cool s**t.
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↘↘xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Jinxing Karma
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 12:39 pm
Cabriole ✖▪ ▪ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ A m a s s i n g xx B a s i c xx P e r s o n a l xx F i l e . . . ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▪ ▪✖ 》| Full Name: Mary Auralee Nissley, legally changed to Aurelie Nissley
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Aurie, Rels, Blondie
》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian, Swiss-German Ancestry
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 24, October
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 20
》| Height: 5'4"
》| Weight: 104 lbs
》| Build: Petite, that of a ballerina
》| Hair Color: Blond
》| Eye Color: Blue
》| Skin Tone: Sun-kissed
》| Notable Features:Long hair
》| Standard Attire: Aurie leans toward bangles and necklaces. She loves all sorts of colors and has a love for fashion.
》| Uniform: black with purple detailing
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》| Noted Biography: Perhaps, it'd be best to start, as though this were a story rather than a report demanded for review. And often times, these sorts of things start with “So and so was born at this location.” However, it's truly rare that a story starts there, because then, it is only the end, or even the middle of someone else's story. It might be better then, to start with not who was born where, but just where this particular chapter of this exact story unfolded.
We would start then, in one of the northernmost counties of Indiana, Elkhart. It isn't like many other towns in the aspect that there aren't any tall buildings, most of them are made from creek stones and timber. The roads aren't always paved, but are paths of red dirt for the populace to use with their buggies. The air is crisp in the fall, like biting into a sweet apple, the plains have the slightest roll to them, and farmland stretches out as far as one can see, far enough to kiss the borders of trees that mark a forest in the countryside.
It is, what the people there call a remarkable sight.
In such a community, often there is an associated culture linked to the population, and such is the case of Elkhart County. Most of the people, Robert Nissley included, are tradesmen, do crafts of some sort for commerce, and own a private part of land for crops strictly for their families. And all members of the town, are heavily educated in the ways of their religion and agriculture above everything else. Women are taught to sew, and are devoted wives, sisters and friends.
Robert Nissley, the head of the household that we will explore, is a mason. No, not mason in the way that Ben Franklin was a mason, but is a man who works with stone for his living. Often, he helps build houses for those who adore the Amish artisans; he helps build houses for new couples... and this is how he provided for his staggering nine children that he and Mary were blessed enough to have. Like most families, the Nissleys weren't without their problems or their celebrations; their first born –Anna – decided to abandon their faith, leaving the family behind never to return. Anna decided despite the rigid structure she'd grown up in and live amongst the glitz and glam at her first opportunity.
Charles married, and has had two children … whom he plans to teach about stone carving when they come of age.
Little Eva died of SIDS a few years later, leaving the family heart broken. Robert Junior was kicked by a sick horse when he was nine, and the injuries killed him almost instantaneously. Thomas, the Nissleys have learned has a way with timber, and is quite the carpenter for his age. James and Elizabeth are close, and remain quite the trouble makers of their household.
But none of his children were so troublesome as Mary (named after her mother). Mary Auralee was of an inquisitive nature, always second guessing what the church thought, always thought about more of the world than what she knew. While her culture focused on the immediate group, Mary's imagination ran rampant, and ever was she singing lively tunes that hadn't anything to do with hymns, and dancing with movements that wouldn't be deemed appropriate when caught. It was unholy; and where she'd been taught the piques, arabesques her parents hadn't the faintest idea. (I'm quite sure you're bored reading this by now. Bios are quite bland for me, and for that, I apologize.)
But unbeknownst to her family, Mary had picked up a book left by the tourists who frequented their town. The book, with lots of pictures (which were strange to her, because it was forbidden to allow pictures to be taken of themselves, or even for them to snap photos for the passerbys), explaining the art of dance, and just for fun, she tried out the poses, working them together in a way that must have been quite silly. Most of the words she couldn't pronounce, funny little symbols over the letters, and it looked all french to her. (She didn't know the differentiation between languages: Russian, Italian, French)
To have kept this secret would have made for a very short story, and merely for her family to have discovered this book, and the others she pilfered on the same subject, would have brought a harsh punishment to the child. But, that would easily be remedied, and you'd really be wasting your time reading this at all. (You still might be, I make no promises of otherwise saying that you should in fact continue)
She was twelve when it happened the first time. Mary had been reading about the grace expected of a ballerina, one that would twirl flawlessly, be the picture of elegance, fluid in all movement. She'd been trying to do a 'ballon,' when it happened. (Ballon means to bounce, where the dancer can show the lightness of the movement. It describes a quality, not the elevation or height, of the jump. Even in small, quick jumps (petite allégro), dancers strive to exhibit ballon. A dancer exhibiting ballon would spring off the floor and appear to pause mid-air before landing.) She didn't come down from the air. She was stuck, suspended above the ground.. for several minutes, before her feet hit the floor.
For the first time in her life, Mary got to see the things she'd envisioned, dreamt about. Very briefly. She'd actually thought, for a moment, that it was supposed to happen. Until her toes reached for the floor, and wouldn't make contact. She tried once again, when she finally came back down to earth.
And she did it again, and again, imitating when she could, the leaps and bounds, and each suspension lasted a different length of time.
Every chance Mary got the opportunity to try... she did. She used the levitation to practice maneuvers that she found difficult to do on the ground. Being in the air, made things effortless. She snuck into town after school, during her allotted 'play time' and watched those who studied at the Allegro Dance Theatre, imitating the movements when she got the chance to, in the privacy of her family's barn. Several times a week she'd go, watching with a passion inside of her, that her family would never truly comprehend. To be a ballerina was to seek glory – a thing that was more than frowned upon in her community.
This love for dancing, and her ability was a well kept secret for a long time, until she was in class... and one of her schoolmates (a boy named Adrian Lee), was holding her books too high for her to reach, thinking it cute the way she jumped up and down to get them. He'd planned on courting her when they both came of age, he himself just a year her senior.
> > > “Give them back, Adrian!” She jumped, once again... wrinkling her nose as she looked at him. “You're rotten, you know that?” Mary was just a girl after all, and one that wasn't so keen yet on boys. And as such, she hadn't really thought that he was teasing her because he liked her. Rather, she thought he was just being a difficult boy, one who reveled in making girls fall on their face (which she was so sure would happen if she continued to hop about as she was.)
She stamped against the ground, exasperated after the struggle between the two. If only she could reach...
And reach she did... but she didn't just lift herself, she lifted several desks, a book shelf... and the teacher as she tried to regain her possessions.
Adrian immediately dropped her books, eyes wide at the phenomenon going on around him. This little slip of a girl, obviously aggravated, had made things lift from the ground in a way they weren't supposed to. “Mary! Mary! Here's your stuff... let them down, okay?” This sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen; and when the teacher rose higher with her confusion, Adrian shook her until her powers broke, and everything went sailing into the ground. < < <
I could tell you what happened next, the screams of terror, the shot that rang out, about the teacher's injury... but it's really of no consequence to you, so I'll spare you of the details and go more onward to the point, the family's reaction actually something paramount.
It would be redundant to say they were displeased, even more so an understatement to say that they were irate. The girl, just shy of thirteen, was a shame to her family, and left Robert and Mary wondering why God had forsaken them with such an unholy child. She was left, dumped upon her sister's lap, Robert exclaiming that Hell's children belonged together.
Anna was ... happy to have her sister with her, no longer completely separated from her family. But living in the midst of New York, as barely more than a twenty-two year old made life hard for the pair. It was expensive; Anna worked two full-time jobs, and Aurelie (abandoning her first name completely, as it reminded her of her scathing mother) worked as an under the table janitor part-time in a dance studio. What money she had, she used to pay for her fare to lessons, working double the hours she should have, in attempt to keep up with the payments. She often used the time between her school work and her job to practice her ballet techniques, never once allowing herself to lift off the ground with her unnatural ability.
In between that time, before she was done cleaning the floors, Aurelie practiced in private, never giving up her passion for dancing. I'd like to give you the cliched, and one day a dance instructor saw her, and gave her a free ride to take classes at the dance studio. But no such breaks came. She worked, and saved, and paid for what lessons she could. The owner, however, did take pity on her, and offered to pay her with dance lessons after a while, seeing the true, natural talent she had. It wasn't exactly the easiest arrangement, because the work was tedious, and required long hours, but it got her a way in for the formal training she so desired.
One day Anna saw her practicing, saw the fluid motions and love in her sister's blue eyes one day when she aimed to surprise her, and pick her up from work so that she'd not have such a tiresome walk home. And with it, instilled the idea of Julliard to the girl, who hadn't thought herself good enough to go to a school for the Arts. They worked, nearly every spare moment, perfecting her technique, using videos and different styles every time.. It was the harder moves, like the split leap, and the ballons, and any sort of form that Anna made her sister start to use her hovering ability to learn exactly where to place herself in the air.
She watched tape upon tape of auditions, of what Julliard expected of its applicants. And encompassed every part of it unto herself. Aurelie took up piano, noting that they wanted multi-talented girls, and practiced on a piano in the basement of a local church. It was out of tune, but the more Aurelie felt for it, the better her skills became.
So many problems came with her power (such as waking up six feet above her bed, lifting objects without realizing it..), that eventually, Aurelie took it upon herself to find a tutor, to help her harness the ability... hearing of Xavier's Institution for the Gifted, she sought out a part time mentor; and one kindly obliged at some guy with shades' request. The lessons were four times a week, and took from her dancing, but over the course of the year, she was able to grasp a bit more control of the quality of where the objects went, and how to direct them, hold them and release the items she practiced with.
Jean, a red headed teacher was her teacher in this, herself a powerful telekinetic. And while Aurelie didn't have all the same abilities as her, the mentorship was a good fit, minus Jean's mood swings – A thing that Cyclops blamed on her hardships, and insisted that it wasn't Aurelie's fault. But, as her dancing got more involved, Aurelie had less time for the academy... and stopped going but once or twice a month upon her acceptance into her dream school, no longer having time to perfect her mutation.
Her ability, would be both the miracle, and the disaster when it came to her dream.
At fifteen, Aurelie considered herself ready for her first audition to Julliard, and after hours upon hours... sleepless nights, and endless rehearsing... she was accepted, with a scholarship to complete her education in the Pre-College Division of the school. For a time, Aurelie couldn't have asked for more. She really couldn’t have when her audition landed her a coveted place in the college division of dance.
Until, of course... she was caught using her ability. And she hadn't known; hadn't any worry as she danced, what would be her last recital during her junior year... As Aurelie poured her heart out into her performance, another student –hopeful as well of being accepted – was explaining to the president of the school that Aurelie wasn't what she seemed.
With a mutation, Juilliard denied her and took away all credits and rewards she'd gotten as a ballerina.
No where else to go (too ashamed to return to Anna), Aurelie found herself at the academy, lost on what exactly she could do. It’s here where we start the story.
》| Family: Robert Nissley – father, alive... estranged
Mary Nissley – mother, deceased
Ann Nissley 28 – sister, lives in the Bronx
Charles – 24 – brother -- estranged – chose to remain with the sect.
Eva – would be 17 – sister – deceased.
Robert II – would be 15 – brother – deceased.
Thomas – 14 – bother, alive, estranged until Rumspringa
James – 9 – brother, alive – estranged until Rumspringa
Elizabeth – sister – 6 – estranged until Rumspringa
》| Team Affiliations: TBD
》| Known Alliances: Addi, cause.
Auggie
》| Known Enemies: To be determined
》| Personality: A bit of a paradox; her hometown taught her that to try and seek glory was inherently against anything God had given them, but her heart is that of a dancer, one that wants to be seen upon the stage. She's artful, but the lines of her power require a vigilance she only really wants to have for dancing. It's all or nothing with her. Always. She can become fixated on one thing, and not let it go. (ie. don't piss her off, she'll hold one hell of a grudge.)
She also holds onto some of the Amish principles, despite being excommunicated from the church. Aurelie is independent, because she's had to be. She's got a good work ethic, she has lithe grace, and is open minded since being booted from her home. Often, she won't know when to ask for help, and will remain very private about her own personal issues, so many won't know if something is wrong or not. She sees her power as a failing, after having it kick her from both things that she loves, she'll not likely think anything higher of her power for a long while. In relation to mutants, Aurelie would like, above everything else to have peace between the groups. She'd like to have mutants accepted, and doesn't quite understand why God doesn't love mutants too. This has made her resentful toward most religions -- as a merciful, loving God wouldn’t divide families over something she couldn’t help.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Aurelie is fiercely loyal to those who ascertain her friendship. She’s independent in most things. When her will is behind something, she will stop at nothing to achieve her goals. She’s bilingual, knowing German/Pennsylvania Dutch (so close that they almost are the same language).
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Aurelie is stubborn, quick to gain a temper if something happens to her friends. She has a habit of making herself a martyr when things get hairy if she believes it will save everyone else. She also suffers from a disease found mostly in Amish communities, Crigler-Najjar Syndrome, where her body has trouble processing bilirubin out of her system. Because of this, she has to go through light therapy often, and occasionally has to do plasmapheresis to cycle it out.
》| Likes: Buttons (she’ll call them fasteners), bangles and other accessories
》| Dislikes: Religion, hospitals
》| Hobbies: Though she will be hesitant for a while, Aurelie loves piano and ballet. She also enjoys reading.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Telekinesis, which is the ability to move objects with one’s mind, create force fields, and levitate things.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Aurelie has the ability to move things with her mind, specifically making them hover, propel them through the air, and such. What she's most skilled at, is propelling herself from the ground, by using a concussive push towards the ground to enable her own levitation. (Used most commonly when trying to perfect a ballet move) When levitating objects, she can move things to 'shield' herself, or hurl an object at an enemy. She’s also very good at creating shields.
Her ability will eventually be fine tuned enough that she'll be able to dial pass codes and such without using her hands, and sew patches in her clothes. Objects she lifts with her mind can be heavier than what she could actually lift physically, by using a concussive force to “lift” it, versus her actual strength.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Telekinesis causes a certain amount of mental stress, and while she can levitate multiple items at once, the more weight in the air, the more concentration it requires, and the less amount of time she can hold them there. Her brain can only handle so much, and if overused, she is like to collapse of fatigue, have nose and eye bleeds, and can even end up to an extended visit to an infirmary, while her mind forcibly goes into a coma to recover. It's also harder to change the direction of larger objects while they are in the air.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: The speed of which she can move an object depends entirely on how much the object weighs. The heavier the object, the slower she'll be able to move it. However, in these instances, she'd focus more on height versus a speedy distance, and let it “fall” onto a desired target.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Classical Dance and Modern (including pointe, jazz, Neoclassical ballet, contemporary ballet, french, cecchetti) – Master
classical piano; master
Sewing, advanced
Farming - intermediate
Cooking - advanced
Horsemanship - beginner
Bilingual. German and English.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 12:41 pm
A m a s s i n g xx B a s i c xx P e r s o n a l xx F i l e . . . ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▪ ▪✖ 》| Full Name: Gabriel Byrne
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: N/A
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: Unknown, official record indicates November 21st
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 20
》| Height: 5'11"
》| Weight: Type 170 lbs
》| Build: Lean
》| Hair Color: Blonde
》| Eye Color: Gunmetal Grey
》| Skin Tone: White
》| Notable Features:Circuit-style tattoo across his left arm.
》| Standard Attire: Jeans and a t-shirt, whatever he feels comfortable with.
》| Uniform: Flexible body armor, bullet-proof mask.
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》| Noted Biography: Gabriel was born, and subsequently abandoned at a firehouse outside of Reno, Nevada when he was approximately three weeks old. He was taken into the Nevada State Foster Program and brought into the Byrne family shortly thereafter. His initial caretaker Catholic woman, named him Gabriel after the archangel, and the name resonated with the Byrne family. So it went unchanged. When it came time, the family unanimously agreed to make young Gabriel the newest addition to their family. He thrived in the large family, a multi-generation family of metal smiths that stretched back to 14th century Ireland. The Byrne family eventually migrated to America, and then eventually Las Vegas where they got into the business of making firearms. And for them, business was very, very good. They taught him everything about firearms, how one was made, how to fire it, how to repair one, take one apart, and even how to modify one should a client request it.
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whole family were very talented in their family’s trade, but where his siblings
thrived in areas like chemical expertise for improved gunpowder formulas like
his brother Royce, material sciences to great lighter weight firearms capable
of firing larger caliber rounds such as his other brother James, or remarkable
marketing skills to sell some of their more popular variations of current firearms on the market like his sister Kathryn Gabriel had a very unique skillset that the others could never match. His skill with computers was uncanny, he developed ballistics software that rivaled police grade technology at the age of 14, shortly after his mutation kicked in. He also developed a knack for drone programming, tying multiple devices together under a single network that he would sell to farmers in the state. His family didn’t reject him when his mutation kicked in, in fact they embraced him. But despite their love and acceptance, they knew he was not going to be safe, even with family. They got in contact with the Academy, and enrolled him at their school to both further his education and develop his powers to a greater extent.
》| Family: Cole Byrne (Father)
Margaret Byrne (Mother
Royce Byrne (Brother
James Byrne (Brother)
Kathryn Byrne (Sister)
》| Team Affiliations: Team Kick-a**
》| Known Alliances: X-Men
》| Known Enemies: None
》| Personality:Type here
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Studious, and gifted in analyzing a situation, Gabriel is able to quickly adapt based on the situation.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Gabriel is a shy young man, usually preferring to be behind a computer screen or working in his shop on one of his firearm designs or drone modifications. It’s not that he hates social interaction, it’s rather that he has a certain awkwardness to himself that gets in his way.
》| Likes: Target practice, practicing with his drones, writing code, learning card tricks.
》| Dislikes: N/A
》| Hobbies: Working in his shop.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Bio-Ordinance Synthesis and Propulsion. Gabriel’s body is able to naturally synthesize and sinter bolts of tungsten carbide. The bolts are approximately the same size as a .388 Lapua Magnum cartridge (bullet and casing). He also possesses the ability to expel said bolts at about the same muzzle velocity as said form of round. Such processes require extreme energies to provide, and as a result he possesses an extremely advanced and efficient metabolism. So far the process that leads to the sintering is currently unknown.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: With Gabriel’s metabolic prowess, and his own skills as a marksman, he is a living breathing weapons platform. As a result of his biological processes, Gabriel requires roughly four hours of sleep per day. Also due to his body’s unnaturally high basal metabolic rate he has a degree of resistance to drugs and even some poisons (i.e. it takes either a lot or very highly concentrated amounts of alcohol to get him drunk).
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: As stated above, he has an extremely powerful metabolic system, which requires an extremely high caloric intake. The resulting reality is that he needs approximately 5-6 3,000 (at least) calorie meals per day. Along with meeting such caloric intake, Gabriel needs to supplement his diet with high concentrations of vitamins. Failure to do so will result in the sudden onset of symptoms related to extreme hypoglycemia and severe metal deficiencies. Gabriel can only currently fire 5-6 bolts per day, with him hitting a subsequent state of near hibernation if he reaches that maximum threshold that takes nearly 36 hours to recover from, less if he’s put on an steady IV drip with nutrients.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes:
》| Non-powered Abilities: Marksmanship: Intermediate
Computer Programming: Intermediate
Drone Piloting: Beginner (He can program a drone to run pre-determined flight paths pretty well, but his own skills in navigating a drone leave much to be desired.
Gunsmithing: Intermediate (his skill is close to that of a beginning journeyman)
Hand-to-Hand: Beginner (knows some Muay Thai, but not a whole lot)
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:33 pm
Rebound
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: D-J, Dare, Wonderboy
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: African-American
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: July 7th
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 23
》| Height: 6'1"
》| Weight: 198 lbs
》| Build: Peak Athletic
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Brown
》| Skin Tone: Ebony
》| Notable Features:One tattoo on his left Shoulderblade.
》| Standard Attire: Darius is typically dressed in something athletic, (like basketball shorts and a tanktop) or overly Flashy (Oversized T-shirts, Jeans and clean sneakers).
》| Uniform: In combat, Darius wears a full body, long-sleeved suit which is outfitted with reinforced lightweight fabric making it more resistant to damage without adding weight of armor.
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》| Noted Biography: Darius James Parker was named after his two grandparents. His family was traditional middle class for the African American community in Chicago, they owned a home in one of the better neighborhoods and his parents worked hard to provide for he and his younger sister. His father worked for one of the automobile factories and his mother was a full-time ER nurse at one of the larger hospitals. As such Darius and Sheila had to entertain themselves growing up, and being the oldest meant that Darius had to look after his sister when they were younger, that is when his father wasn't working with him in the backyard.
Since the age of seven, George wanted to see Darius follow in his footsteps as an athlete. George went to college on a basketball scholarship and even considered being drafted into the NBA at one point until he met Darius's mother and decided to start a family instead. Perhaps he wanted to see Darius carry on the legacy, but George had Darius in the backyard doing workouts and drills every weekend. Darius was good, his reaction times and strength grew with his body and in time he was playing first string in three different sports in high-school. He led his teams to victory night after night whether it be basketball, football or wrestling. The local papers wrote about young Parker giving him the nickname "Rebound" due to his knack to always bounce back from a heavy hit or score deficit and clinch a win.
As Darius's skill and talent grew, so too did his ego. He went off to college on a football scholarship and started as a Linebacker his first season. His peers lauded his talent and the women vied for his attention. His grades suffered as he partied and played those first two years, that is until a new policy had been implemented in the scholastic community preventing Mutants from competing. Many promising young athletes came forward as mutants and were prevented from playing, causing the spotlight on the young Darius to shine even brighter, as far as anyone knew, Darius had always been an amazing athlete, but critics claimed his skill and strength had to come from somewhere.
One night, on the eve of the national championship, Darius and a few of his fellow players had taken to the local bars to celebrate the best season his school had seen in decades. The liquor flowed and egos flared as the flamboyantly proud athletes paraded around town spouting their chants of the coming victory until a group of rival students had enough. Police reports stated that it was unclear who through the first punch but by the time they had arrived on scene many of the occupants had fled the scene after gunshots were reported, among the three who were hospitalized after the brawl was Darius Parker. The other two victims died on arrival to the hospital, but Darius surprisingly made a remarkable recovery from two gunshot wounds to the abdomen with no internal damage and almost no scarring just 11 hours after being admitted.
From the moment he woke up, things began moving quickly for Darius, but not in the direction he had hoped. NCAA officials were among the first to speak to Darius after law enforcement completed their questioning. They informed Darius that his mutation had come to light, and despite the claims of his team-mates and family members, testifying that he had always had a natural gift and always seemed resilient, there was no way he could be a mutant, that the organization had made the decision not to allow the young man to participate in any sporting events until a full investigation could be completed at a later time. His team lost the championship and instantly the entire collegiate athletic community came down on Darius for decieving authorities to dodge the no-mutant policy that had been put in place to maintain the honesty of the game.
In the coming weeks, Darius was expelled from school and police continued to pressure him for the most accurate account of the shooting that night, an event he hardly could recall. All authoritative figures seemed to want to name him the guilty party and instigator for the event despite less than sufficient evidence. It wasn't until an agreement was made with a local pro-mutant group housed out of New York that the pressure would be lifted. Darius agreed to attend an academy specifically geared towards Mutants to help them integrate into society and gain a positive control over their powers. Though he would never admit it, with all the questions flung his way, Darius knew the only way to regain his positive standing, his family's dignity, and his own fame, would be to become one of the best X-Men to come out of the Academy.
》| Family: Theresa Parker (Mother) George Parker (Father) Sheila Parker (younger sister).
》| Team Affiliations: Nova
》| Known Alliances: None yet.
》| Known Enemies: None yet
》| Personality:Darius sees himself as an Alpha, a leader. He believes he is far superior to any of his peers and so very out of place in the Academy. However he longs for recognition from others as well as respect from mentors. To that end he will often showboat and brag about his own skill and push someone else to throw the first punch in an altercation, or back down. He has no problem cat-calling women in the halls and has no fear of rejection and simply muses in the unlikely event.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Physically, Darius is far superior to most of his peers even without his mutation. His confidence knows no bounds and his ego allows him to march into any challenge without fear.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Because of his exceptionally big head, Darius does not cope with failure well. Rejection is something he can laugh at, but truly being beaten is something he has struggle rebounding from.
》| Likes: Sports, competition, women, attention on him.
》| Dislikes: Failure, being ignored or talked down to, gossip.
》| Hobbies: Anything competitive, anything involving women, anything where he can have all eyes on him. Its noteworthy, Darius is an exceptional dancer as well.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Moderate Adaptive Regeneration - This ability is purely passive in nature, this is why it had been overlooked for so long. Darius's body naturally recovers from abuse and injury at a much faster pace than normal humans and most mutants. While it begins at the moment his body is subject to stimulus (injury, stress, or abuse) it moves at a slow steady pace, prioritizing reovery of vital organs and serious injuries over lesser injuries. As an example, two gunshot wounds to his abdomen required 11 hours to fully heal these injuries from "life threatening" to "no scar visible."
What's more, as the body recovers, it fortifies itself against said stimulation for a short period of time, typically 60-90 minutes after the injury occurs. This is a survival response to prevent repeat injuries from affecting him during the initial recovery. For example, if he is subject to intense flames, he is severely burned and the body sets to heal the burn while also fortifying his body. As a result any further exposure to intense flames will cause subsequent burns to be far less severe.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Because of his mutation, Darius is extremely resilient. While nowhere near the level of Logan, the Wolverine, Darius's body is capable of healing and preventing serious, life-threatening injury in an aggressive capacity. The presence of adrenaline and an elevated heart-rate can momentarily boost his healing factor initially, so the first wound heals the fastest depending of course on severity.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Severe injury or damage to internal organs take first priority, as such healing of open wounds is much slower, as such loss of blood is a serious risk with deep injury. Additionally, constant abuse of his body subjects his healing to more stress and results in slower healing as well, meaning there is a threshold of injury he cannot recover from. Also, damage to the brain or heart cannot be healed, as death will occur before satisfactory healing can take place.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes:
》| Non-powered Abilities: As a Collegiate Athelete having been training from a young age, Darius is in peak physical condition for a 23 year old.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:45 pm
Wraith
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Wraith
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American of European Descent
》| Birthday: 26, June
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 17
》| Height: 6'0"
》| Weight: 160 lbs
》| Build: lean
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Hazel
》| Skin Tone: Very light/fair
》| Notable Features:n/a
》| Standard Attire: Something plain and comfortable such as a tee shirt and jeans
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》| Noted Biography: Born and raised in small towns, Lex did not have a lot of exposure to various cultures in the world. That said, he was often either reading or watching educational material. He became quite intelligent, but not very worldly. Aware of the strife and troubles around him, but able to remain unobtrusive. This resulted in him being somewhat sheltered from the rise and fall of mutantkind in the news. Some had suspected him in his hometown, but thanks to a somewhat 'normal' appearance and extreme caution, he was not found out. This also can be attributed to the so-called peace that persisted for years. Lex did not have a world-altering ability, nor did he have any physical manifestations of his abilities. This allowed him to blend in and watch as the world seemed to grow more and more tolerant. At least . . . until Magneto made a move that changed the world.
Lex watched in silent horror as news reports showed the fighting and powers being flung back and forth. He identified with Magneto to a degree. If he was as 'normal' as the humans, yet was gifted with more, why not be able to set yourself apart? Unfortunately, his isolated upbringing also instilled in him a level of paranoia. That which he was most proud of, he was most cautious of. He only used his powers in the safety of his room and did his best to hide it from the world. Why expose yourself? It was a curious adolescence for him. Peace followed by what the Brotherhood would likely call genocide at Genosha.
By this time, he had begun to strike out on his own, living a normal life to the world, but at home continuing to work on learning how to use his shadows. The propaganda made him wonder many things, but his intellect could not buy into the totalitarianism of Magneto, nor the capitulation of Xavier. Lex saw merit in both their arguments- even if he emotionally leaned more toward Magneto. He even considered getting a tattoo to cement his allegiance but never gathered the courage. His world did not fall apart as so many other mutants had. Just one day he decided it was time. A stubborn young man, he mulled over the idea of formal training for years and hid for so long that he almost convinced himself that it wasn't necessary.
And yet he knew he could be more. After a few years of working menial jobs and watching the news, he saw the tensions rising again. This time he was old enough to fight. His world was complacent, compartmentalized, 'safe.' Many old world concepts ruled in his quaint area. Amish buggys were not uncommon on the roads and towns. Small-town mentality was far slower to embrace change if it did not have to. Because of this, Lex was also given no support or reasons to stay. In his mind, his hero called out to say "you are better than this. You are more." Given the choice, he would have likely tried to reach Genosha. The choice was not his. Instead, he had but one place to go to become what he knew he could be. A drive to be something better. To prove himself.
And so, he quietly gathered up what he could, and disappeared one day. His job got the equivalent of a 'dear john' letter, and his mother only had an email address. That hurt her, but they had grown apart as she felt him disillusioned with life. His parents had divorced many years ago, and his father was not in the picture. Without roots or reason to stay, leaving was far easier than he had ever anticipated. A train ride led him straight into the heart of New York City, and the difference in the world was jarring- to say the least. While the Sentinel program was no more, and SHIELD did not consider mutants a threat the population had not forgotten. Many darker areas of the city were openly pro-human and anti-mutant. The paranoia began to well up in Lex the longer he spent in any major area. From the outsider's view he had for so long, he saw the signs of more than unrest. A militant movement was beginning, and he knew that if he was not infinitely careful he would be on the receiving end.
His money was being spent fast, but he had to keep moving. Locating the fabled Xavier School was not as easy as he had hoped, and getting there was even more of an adventure. Without the desire to spend his money quickly, he resorted to methods that were less than savory or safe. It was here that he truly learned to appreciate the shadows. True, he had spent his private moments learning to move them to his whim, but only when he depended on them did he realize how valuable being cloaked in shadows was. The brightest point of his sojourn to the school was finding other mutants like himself. He has a bit of a quirk where he is enamored with mutant abilities or differences in how mutuants appear from humans. These are traits he loves to learn about, and he stumbled on a girl that used sound to make plasma. Though she was mute, he was fast in learning to communicate with her. Though he is learning, he is attempting to use ASL with her for her comfort. Collin is ome of his favorite people, and he enjoys her company. Eventually, he found his way to the school, and requested to join. Demonstrating that he was 'more than human' as he would put it was his entrance exam. Older than many of the students, he often wondered what might have been if he had joined the Brotherhood before the war of Genosha.
Despite the peaceful teachings and practice for practical applications, Lex was well aware of the world now. It wasn't theory or simulation, and the images of even homeless humans being treated with more deference than those that were mutants was an image he could not forget. The destruction of Genosha, the existence of the Sentinels (decommissioned or not), and the general mood of the populace he witnessed on his sojourn here left an indelible mark. Despite all this, he knew one thing above others. They were not mutants, they were 'gifted.' Lex never referred to the actions of Genosha as anything less than war or an extermination. His views were jaded and sullen concerning the future of humans and mutants interacting. More than once he muttered quietly the desire for New Genosha to be made. He was more ready than ever to have a tattoo put on his body of "Magneto was right."
》| Family: Bobbie Sterling, estranged, father: Donald Truman, not spoken in years
》| Team Affiliations: Nova
》| Known Alliances: Collin / Amp
》| Known Enemies: n/a
》| Personality:Reflective personality to mutants, meaning he will treat them essentially as they treated him. Tends to rely upon snarky comments and subtle verbal jabs in conversation to get his point across. Secretive to the point of paranoia, he doesn't bother talking about his history unless absolutely necessary. Not an effective leader, he is happy to work with others as long as they further his own personal interests.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Intelligent, protective of his companions, determined, driven
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Stubborn, petty, holds grudges
》| Likes: respect, feeling intelligent, darker genres of music, an affinity for various sorts of bladed weapons, having laid out plans of action, especially interested in varied forms of mutation
》| Dislikes: being proven wrong, disrespect, being forced to action before he is ready
》| Hobbies: Video Games, internet browsing, studying varied mutations, puzzles
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》| Superhuman Ability: User can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but with added concentration, it can become solid. Creations are shapes only, and can be made into solid objects like shields or stabbing weapons. No moving internal parts.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: As the power relies on shadow and darkness, Lex is able to work with virtually any absence of light. with concentration, he can create tendrils or solid objects from darkness with surprising fortitude. Supple as a tentacle, or solid as stone- or harder. Blades, melee weapons, and similar are common favorites. non-solid creations are limited only by his imagination, but amount to shadows only
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: There must be shadow. Absolute light will destroy his constructs, and complete darkness makes the power inert. Concentration is essential, but he can only create a few constructs at a time- and no matter how hard he tries, he cannot hold a solid shadow for longer than about five minutes. Like metal, the larger the area of tangible shadow, the weaker it becomes from being stretched out. At most, he can make a large shield out of it. If he makes several items, the surface area means he can make smaller things- the mind can only make so much.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Proprioception (the sense of where your body is in space) can be extended through his constructs. Not any other sense, but he can 'feel' where a tendril is going or is blocked. Constructs need not be attached to him, but knowing the area they are made in is essential; he could make something in his own room nearby, but not in a place he has never been.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Computer skills: intermediate
Computer hacking: beginner
Parkour: Intermediate
Swimming: intermediate
Explosives: beginner
Chess: intermediate
Video Gaming: intermediate
American Sign Language proficiency: beginner
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 8:27 pm
Plague
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: June
》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 13 September
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 18
》| Height: 5'2"
》| Weight: 105 lbs
》| Build: Petite
》| Hair Color: Blonde
》| Eye Color: Green
》| Skin Tone: Fair
》| Notable Features: Wild curls
》| Standard Attire: Casually grunge
》| Uniform: Standard Issue
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》| Noted Biography: Juniper was born in Seattle to two workaholic parents. Her father was an esteemed trauma surgeon who was often on call or away at conferences and her mother was a well known architect who would spend weeks at a time travelling up and down the West Coast. It was no mystery that the two were married to their careers. Work came first, their relationship came second, and family came last. As a result, Juniper, their only child, was raised by her aunt Clarice.
Clarice was her mom's older sister. And unlike the work obsessed Diane, Clarice valued family and has always wanted, more than anything, to be a mother. Unfortunately, she was never able to have a successful pregnancy. The two miscarriages she had strained her mental health and caused unbearable tension in her marriage. All of her misfortunes led her to seek out religion and once her divorce was finalized, she practically immersed herself in the Catholic church. She found solace there and believed God took everything away from her for a reason. She prayed often but one persistent topic she prayed about was the chance to be a mother.
It came as a surprise to everyone when the Morgans became parents, but it came as no surprise at all when they struggled to care for baby Juniper. They didn't hesitate to call babysitters, nannies, and anyone who could possibly assist with their newborn. After a few long and chaotic months, they were approached by a very enthusiastic Clarice, who offered at no cost to care for their daughter day and night. It didn't take long for her to prove herself to be a trustworthy and capable caretaker, and without a second thought, they made aunt Clarice their daughter's primary caretaker.
Looking back, life with aunt Clarice wasn't all bad. She received the parental attention that her real parents neglected to give. She learned humility, temperance, and respectfulness. The Catholic school she went to offered great education and on top of it all, she had a caretaker who, in her own strange way, cared deeply for her. Unfortunately, most of her memories consisted of illogical restrictions, unnecessary punishment, and sometimes cruel methods of discipline. Her room was modest, furnished with a simple twin bed, a nightstand, a small dresser, and a wooden crucifix which she had to pray to multiple times a day. Meals were quite plain and starvation was a common method of punishment for any behavior deemed sinful by aunt Clarice. Television, radio, and the Internet were forbidden in the house and the only books allowed were those assigned by the school or, quite obviously, the Bible. Her days consisted of prayer, school, homework, and chores. Not much happened in the first twelve years of her life.
Despite their obsession with work, her parents really did love her and visited for a few days each month. The time she spent with her parents was the only time she was exposed to the real world, which aunt Clarice referred to as "the devil's world". And much to Clarice's disapproval, they took her to malls, amusement parks, carnivals, fancy restaurants, and movie theaters. The time she spent with her parents gave her a sense of freedom and vitality. It was the exact opposite of life at home and she often yearned for their brief and infrequent visits.
As she grew older, she also became more rebellious. She was often punished for her blatant disobedience and her incessant questions about Catholicism and her aunt's strict parenting style. She was starved, forced to pray for hours at a time, and sometimes, her punishment even escalated to a few lashes on the back. Clarice always told her that her parents were not to be trusted, for their goal was to lead her astray. She often told Juniper that the reason why she was her primary caretaker was because her parents were unfit, unwell, and tainted by the devil. It was God's will that she, a woman of two miscarriages, was given such a beautiful child to care for. She believed that her body was unfit to carry children and her sister Diane was unfit to be a mother... and her prayers were answered when her niece was left in her care. She was always meant to be Juniper's mother.
Over the years, Clarice's mental state continued to deteriorate and she often tried to prevent Juniper's parents from visiting. She constantly rambled about the devil's influence and became even more controlling at home. Whatever caused her mutation to manifest, she was glad that it happened at the time that it did. Although it initially made her life even more unbearable, it also granted her freedom from the crazed grasp of aunt Clarice.
It happened on a particularly bad night. She was accused of being "the devil's child" for wearing make-up and reading a copy of Teen Vogue, an item that was banned in her aunt's house. When she refused to pray for forgiveness and ask the Lord to rid her of her evil tendencies, she was screamed at and lashed repeatedly. While trying to pry her aunt's bony hands off of herself, she envisioned her aunt covered in painful boils and dying on their kitchen floor. And as if God granted her wish, she found her aunt screaming on the floor... her hands covered in the exact boils she had pictured in her mind. Scared, she called for an ambulance and spent the next few days praying next to her aunt's bed in the hospital.
Life after that was absolutely hellish. Clarice became entirely convinced that her niece was possessed by the devil and begged the church for an exorcism. When that was denied, Clarice took matters into her own hands. She took some holy water from the church and while Juniper was sleeping one night, she entered her room, and in her crazed state, attempted to exorcise her niece. She recited Bible verses nonstop and babbled incoherently for hours. Juniper's mutation was demonstrated again that night and aunt Clarice spent the next week confined to her bed with severe flu like symptoms.
During that time, Juniper called her parents and begged for them to come immediately. She explained everything, from life at home to the strange illness that her aunt was suffering from. Given her upbringing, she cried to her parents about being evil and wishing harm upon her aunt. These few weeks marked the only time that her parents ever took an extended leave from work.
She was told about her mutation and a school in New York that can help her understand it better. They ensured her that none of it had to do with evil and her powers were simply the result of a genetic variation. They helped her pack up her stuff and personally escorted her to the front doors of her new home.
A lot has changed in the six years she's been here. She's learning about her powers, the nature of mutations, and a world completely different from the one she escaped from. She regularly keeps in contact with her parents and visits them about twice a year. Juniper recently finished high school and is heading into her first year of college at the Xavier Institute.
》| Family:
Father: Johnathan Morgan - non-mutant
Mother: Diane Morgan - non-mutant
Aunt: Clarice Gilbert - non-mutant
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》| Known Enemies: Clarice Gilbert
》| Personality: June is no longer the meek and gentle girl she was once forced to be. She has spent the past 6 years rediscovering herself and the current version of herself is what she considers to be her true self. She is a hedonist with a personal motto of "a good time is a good time". She seeks pleasure in all corners of the world and wishes to experience and enjoy as much as she can. She is amicable, a social butterfly, and loves to be around people. But her behaviors can sometimes push the boundaries of legality. She enjoys a life with little restrictions and copious amounts of freedom. And given her upbringing, she tends to have issues with authority and rules. That isn't to say she's incapable of obedience. She simply doesn't like to be forced.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: She can be quite fearless and is always up for a challenge. She's determined, resilient, and optimistic.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: A loose cannon. She can be unpredictable, hard to control, and hard to trust.
》| Likes: Parties, mischief, adventures, alcohol, sex, men, women, cultures, travelling, chocolate
》| Dislikes: Authority, restrictions, school, silence, solitude, nuns, churches, her aunt Clarice
》| Hobbies: Partying, socializing, skipping class, playing pranks, breaking rules, exploring (especially exploring abandoned places), collecting treasures, learning about strange diseases
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》| Superhuman Ability: Virokinesis - The ability to generate and manipulate pathogens. Her ability is symptom based and as of now, transmission is via skin contact.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths:
- Transmission requires a conscious thought and vivid visualization, as such, others are safe to be around her and even touch her without contracting a disease.
- Since her mutation is symptom based, she does not necessarily need to know what the disease is, only what the symptoms are. For example, she can cause someone to develop a shingles-like rash without having it specifically be shingles. Or, cause someone to develop a cough without a specific diagnosis.
- Depending on the severity of the symptoms, effects can be felt instantly. For example, giving someone a mild cough takes far less time than giving someone lesions.
- It appears she is immune to most illnesses, however, this has not been extensively tested.
- Her abilities are not limited to humans. She can affect all living species (excluding plants).
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses:
- Transmission is touch based and requires close contact.
- She is unable to transfer a disease from one host to another.
- She is unable to remove a disease after it has been transmitted. The person with the disease will have to seek medical care to recover. This also means she cannot cure someone of a pre-existing illness.
- The disease generated is limited to what she has envisioned the symptoms to be. She cannot simply think the word "syphilis" and cause someone to develop it. She must know what the symptoms are. With that said, more severe symptoms require longer skin contact since she is basically releasing pathogens from her body and transferring it to someone.
- Her abilities cannot really cause much of an effect on those with regenerative abilities.
- Given the nature of her mutation, she's not the best in combat situations and to make the most of her powers requires a high level of creativity.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Her eyes and areas of contact take on a bright green glow when her mutation is activated.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Hand-to-hand combat, small weapons combat, rock climbing, stealth, lock-picking
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 10:09 am
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Ama, Revenant (What she used to go by in her time as an assassin)
》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: Dual French and Italian citizenship with a student visa for the United States.
》| Birthday: February 14th
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 21
》| Height: 5'7"
》| Weight: 135 lbs
》| Build: Athletic
》| Hair Color: Dark Brown
》| Eye Color: Chocolate Brown
》| Skin Tone: Fair
》| Notable Features:A scar over her left wrist from her attempted suicide years previous. It is for that reason she will usually wear either a long sleeve shirt or thick bracelet to cover it up.
》| Standard Attire: Lots of long sleeves and bracelets. Other than that she typically wears clothes that provide her a full range of motion still. She doesn't have a great fashion sense.
》| Uniform: spandex
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》| Noted Biography: Amara was the last child born to the Vail family and yet her sister Phoibe had always got most of the attention. Amara was never one to be jealous though as her mother seemed to like her the best. It was easy enough to recognize the greed in her own family amongst her siblings. Since her ability wasn't as flashy or powerful as Phoibe's her father never paid her much attention at all. Growing up different from the others she was a lot nicer from the beginning. Her mother sensing from a young age that living with them was not the best thing did probably the least selfish thing in her life and gave Amara away under the pretenses of an accident killing her. Free to live her own life the girl was cut off from her family officially.
Her mother made it clear that returning wasn't an option given that the rest of the family thought her dead and only communicated with her on rare occasions. Being adopted out to a rich family to still give her the options she needed her new family knew nothing of her heritage. Adjusting was hard for Amara for quite awhile and when she wasn't going to school she pretty much kept to herself. Her family had taught her enough control from the beginning that her mutation didn't cause any trouble. Things continued in much the same manner for many years until she was well into her teens when news reached her of the death of her father. While the man was never real nice or particularly observant of her it still hurt her that he had died.
The depression that started intensified greatly when suddenly news reached her of the massacre at her old family home leaving just her sister alive as far as she knew. Falling deeply depressed at the apparent news of her mother's death her powers began to get wildly out of control. For months after the tragedy Amara remained in her room shut in and trying to control her powers. Her adopted family tried to help her, but the girl didn't really listen to it. After some time to escape the pain that she felt she attempted suicide cutting her left wrist. Her adopted mother found her and got her to a hospital before an lasting damage besides a scar was done. After the event she was hospitalized for about a year in a mental institution for her depression. Her real mother finally visited her towards the end of her stay which got her out of the depression.
Once she was out and back to her old self again Amara left to seek out advanced training to mold her body into a weapon. Her intention being finding her sister eventually though what she planned to do once that happened even she didn't know. Disappearing completely for several years with intention of seeking out the hand she was successful. While her intention was to simply use them to receive training and leave just as quickly it didn't quite happen that way. Whatever she did while there it had begun to corrupt her into a different person. Her previous desire for revenge nearly overwhelming and furthering her fall and corruption. Her stay there spawned at least two years longer than she had intended before she truly was able to escape for fear of being completely corrupted by her evil intentions.
Realizing that she needed a change of venue and also someone to help protect her when the hand came looking the choice became clear. There was a school for her kind where she could hide, and it would be somewhere the hand wouldn't think to look. Her sister had attended years prior, and it would help her gather info on her sister at the same time. While her intentions weren't entirely pure, perhaps she could find some redemption while there.
》| Family: Her only living relatives are her mom and sister. Her mother is missing and she is estranged from her sister.
》| Team Affiliations: Type here
》| Known Alliances: Ripley
》| Known Enemies: Type here
》| Personality:Amara is generally quiet, but has no problem talking to people or being in larger groups. Her quiet nature doesn't actually stem from being shy and rather is a result of her training. When she does interact with others she is generally nice to them as she is trying to make a home for herself. While she doesn't tend to do a lot of joking around she has been known to use sarcasm on occasion as well as flirt if the mood strikes her. Generally it doesn't however. She hates herself for the things she did while with the hand.
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》| Likes: Mediation, Quiet
》| Dislikes: Loud or obnoxious people, Arrogance, Greed
》| Hobbies: Yoga and meditation
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》| Superhuman Ability: Telepathy - Amara was born with the ability of telepathy. While she can use this to read minds and communicate telepathically, her best use of the ability is the creation of psychic projections.
Psychic Projections - Through use of telepathy Amara is able to project psychic constructs that do damage on a mental level instead of physical. This is most often manifested in the form of a psychic katana or knives, but she has been known to manifest it in other ways. These mental projections are rarely fatal unless Amara desires them to be, but still carry the potential to be lethal.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Amara's powers make her a lethal close quarters combatant, making it easy to dispatch foes. The nature of her projections make sure that the attacks are rarely lethal unless she wants them to be.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Given the origin of her power the state of her mind directly affects her power. It has been shown that depression or sadness sends it into a frenzy with loss of control as a result. As such keeping calm is preferable for her. Despite being a telepath, Amara always focused more on the physical attributes of her powers, and therefore against a fellow telepath in a telepathic battle, odds are she is going to lose. While Amara has been trained enough to tune out other people's minds, she still needs a break every now and then and has a pair of power dampening bracers for such occasions.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: The ability to read minds or communicate telepathically is never to be used on rpcs without expressed permission ahead of time, and even then only the info the owner deems appropriate is gleaned.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Languages -. She speaks French, Italian, and English to varying degrees.
Amara has extensive combat experience as a result of her training. This includes.
Swordsmanship - Given the nature of her ability she trained extensively in the art of swordsmanship. When paired with a bladed weapon (or psychic weapon like her usual psychic katana) she is an extremely lethal combatant. She has the skills to hold her own against some of the world's greatest for a short time.
Ninjutsu - She trained for several years in this art with various ninja clans scattered across the world. She is an expert at utilizing a ninja's greatest tools. This extends to expert accuracy with various throwing weapons that a ninja might typically use. This also extends to stealth and infiltration aided by her telepathy in some cases.
Martial Arts - Amara has been trained extensively in several forms of martial arts to the point that she has combined them all into her own unique style of combat.
Acrobatics/Maneuverability - Amara is a highly accomplished acrobat and able to do many things. This allows her to quickly get around with ease. This is also thanks to her incredible flexibility.
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↘↘xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Phoibe Vail
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2018 6:09 pm
Monsoon
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Marcel and by the FoH (Friends of Humanity): Homicidal City-Flooding Mutie Maniac.
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Afro-Hispanic
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 30th, March
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 18
》| Height: 5’11”
》| Weight: 190 lbs.
》| Build: Mesomorphic Athletically Lean
》| Hair Color: Dark Sandy Brown
》| Eye Color: Dark Brown
》| Skin Tone: Mid-Tawny Brown
》| Notable Features:Nothing really stands out physically except for his round eyes.
》| Standard Attire: He usually wears thin long sleeve shirts or hoodies, particularly with thumb holes. His lower garments are either between jeans or shorts that are either form fitting jeans just a little above his knees or much more baggier and drops just a little below his knees as a result. He’s not that big a guy on shoes and will vary from sneakers to sock shoes.
》| Uniform: Basis spandex
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》| Noted Biography: They say to be caught within the eyes of Nathaniel Essex was worse than lying on a bed awaiting for death to kindly usher the soul towards the heavenly gates. Mr. Sinister, as he was most often known, had it out just for two figures in particular, Alvaro Herrán and Dianya Davenport, two members of the supervillain organization known as The Hand. It didn’t help their abilities were of a variety in which he specialized in. Hell or high water, not even the Hand would stop Mr. Sinister and his Marauders from attacking their ring in Brazil and claiming two worthwhile targets. The bonus came with Dianya having conceived their child months prior. As it would stand, Marcel was born into observational captivity by a mad geneticist amid an Essex facility that traveled by barge amid the Brazos River, it’s stopping destination upon the time being Dallas, Texas.
Getting away from him was not easy and it came with a price. Dianya had risked it all to get her son and Alvaro out from the facility, her mutation being more than enough to capsize the facility while his more than sufficient enough to escape. A loss heavy on Alvaro’s heart, but a grim reminder of how to avoid any more costly mistakes. He was now tasked with raising their then three year old son and if even an organization as infamous as The Hand would not offer proper protection, the only thing left for him to do was hide in plain sight, .
As a mutant, the Alvaro was not exactly “blessed” as some who could grace the streets and be among Homo sapiens as one them. He had horns that protruded from his forehead, fitting that his mutation in that instance utilized telefragging, which was not limited to just being capable of breaking kinetic-based users abilities away as if they were nothing, but briefly teleporting as well. He was a demon among many’s eyes, but Marcel? Well, he was quite normal, literally. Some mutations triggered right away at birth. Others took some time. Alvaro feared that Marcel would never develop an ability of his own, but would that stop the pale vampire-like man from ever once caring? Not at all. Alvaro trained his son to be smart, calculating and physically ready for anything while residing with the Morlocks.
As Marcel got older, the problem was that Alvaro was not the only person to recognize that Marcel was rather quite normal. The father would have to defend his son more often than not from not just this over-assuming b*****d, but the rampantly growing concerns among the State of Texas from a mutant-hating group known as the Friends of Humanity. The timing itself could not have been more unfortunate. The literal rat-like mutant had snooped information out to Marauders. Maybe he thought they would merely just come for Alvaro and Marcel while leaving the other Morlocks alone. Whatever his intentions were, they arrived with Mr. Sinister and only blood among the sewers of the Morlocks were left. For those fortunate to find a way out from the tunnels and passages, they just had to contend to a very hate filled, yet “peaceful” protest raging across the streets against mutantkind. Clearly, they weren’t, their mutant deformities sticking out like a sore thumb. What was “peaceful” turned violent.
Guns were fired, already lit torches and blazing bottles were thrown around. All of it was unbearable and for Marcel, a blind eye was turned because he was just a normal looking guy. With the uncertainty of his father’s life, the sights of death down below and now, violent lashings against mutants who were “freaks for society” and the sight of a little girl who gleefully shared with the unauthorized hatred to mutant kind (even going as far as to hand him a bloodied knife from the ground to share with the feud because clearly, her little fingers weren’t going to get the job done), the manholes ruptured forth and geysers washed them away. Buildings fell from the collapse underneath and the end result, whether innocents or not were caught in the backfire, were among a now flooded over city of Dallas. If fire were to burn the sins away as these hateful and heartless people screamed, then water was to wash away the impure.
When Marcel came to, he was on a boat, picked up with other survivors. He had remembered the thought very well. He was angry and there was a pull underneath him. All it took for him to do was to just yank on it mentally and everything fell apart. In a way, a part of him felt really satisfied at the thought. The other? Terrified.
There were witnesses though, those who had witnessed such an incredible phenomenon, those who were there to make sure nothing violent had occurred, which newsflash: It did. They had witnessed him proverbially hulk out as the quick-witted cryokinetic user put it. Marcel was not on their list of people to save that night, alluding to this figure and his white-haired companion that his mutation must have triggered from great mental trauma. Who were they to know however? The man who had more answers was back at the mansion, who among others picked up from various areas in the world, was more than thrilled to hear of Marcel after the discovery came a little too late. They could not fix the damage to Dallas; that was a job for the other heroes while they themselves hid from public light until eyes were pointed at Mutants. What they could do instead was make sure such a potentially dangerous mutant learned to control his abilities.
There is baggage, regardless, he would bring, something that may make eyes be set upon them by someone much more sinister.
》| Family: Dianya “Diane” Davenport: Water Aura
Alvaro Herrán: Telefragging (Physical Disruption and Limited Teleportation).
》| Team Affiliations: TBD
》| Known Alliances: Ella Farrell
》| Known Enemies: None Presently
》| Personality:Introverted and often socially awkward given his raised disposition, Marcel occasionally uses the fact that he’s a bit more oblivious than most to his advantage. This ranges in his rather trollish antics when pranking an individual. Nobody’s better at fooling the masses than an underprivileged Morlock who’s entire world was shaken and stirred the second Friends of Humanity went on a riot, after all. All aside, he is very brilliant and once the ice is broken from his proverbial mindset, he is actually someone easy to get along with and someone who actually does prefer being around the company of others as opposed to secluded isolation. It’s just when getting to know others firstly that he’s often not the one to engage in conversation first or will appear behind someone that he knows a bit well as if they were some kind of social barrier.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Marcel has a rather creative mind. He uses this more often than not to creatively produce different results, especially with his powers or when teamed up with another person. Given his father’s training to sticking with Morlocks, Marcel is crafty at sneaking around and when it comes to thinking, he likes to challenge himself in games such as Chess, Shogi and even this Pokémon game on the phone (Pokémon Duel).
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Marcel has the tendency to overthink some situations. This means he may end up stalling and not in a good way, leaving him open to attacks. Because the riot is still fresh on his mind, he has a few moments where rage will determine whether to be outright aggressive or if the situation demands for him to be rather gentle with his abilities. This, as a result, means he is rather timid with his abilities until a certain situation triggers him to erupt, which means less control at that point and just an outright berserk water show.
》| Likes: Music (Except for extreme Heavy Metal and most forms of country though don’t take that for a full word as he may occasionally rock his head up and down if the beat is catchy)
》| Dislikes: Type here
》| Hobbies: Type here
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》| Superhuman Ability: Hydrokinesis: The power to manipulate water. The user can create, shape and manipulate water, inorganic compound with liquid, gas (steam, water vapor), and solid states, including changing them from one state to other.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: There is a vast array to manipulating water. At its core, the major principle stems from producing water from any state. Should it be ice, gas or even molecules in the air, Marcel is capable of drawing forth water from anything liquid based, even his own body.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: While he can draw water from his body, that intake must be resupplied. This means he is very capable of suffering from dehydration. Furthermore, it is easy to amass a large body of water. It takes no effort at all to just pull it forth. Control is where the flaw resides, especially when it comes to condensing and pressurizing the water to deliver a much sharper effect. Presently, he is only capable of just lashing water around and trapping others in a rather large bubble of it as well as ya said bubble as a means of defense. When being within water, he is twice as likely to suffer getting shocked from elements that otherwise negatively improve dangerous effects with water.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: On a mental basis, Marcel can often overthink certain situations and doubt himself as a result.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Small Weapons (Beginner)
Parkour (Intermediate)
Gymnastics (Beginner)
Swords (Intermediate)
Chess (Intermediate)
Martial Arts:
Capoeira (Intermediate)
Swimming (Master)
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 9:33 pm
Renegade
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Rip
》| Ethnicity: Spanish
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: February 29th
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 17
》| Height: 5'5"
》| Weight: 113lbs.
》| Build: Slim
》| Hair Color: Dark Brown
》| Eye Color: Hazel
》| Skin Tone: Fair
》| Notable Features: Amazingly thick, dark eyebrows
》| Standard Attire: Typically things like high-waisted skinny jeans, crop tops, leather jackets, boots, necklaces, layered rings and bracelets, but nothing too fancy.
》| Uniform: Due to the unpredictability of her ability, her uniform is made of unstable molecules. It consists of a long-sleeved bodysuit with shoulder cutouts and the length of short shorts - shimmery purple in color with black and teal detailing. A pair of thigh-high, black boots and domino mask.
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》| Noted Biography: Undoubtedly, Ripley was an accident. Her parents were only nineteen when she was born, and her mother never made it a secret that she wasn’t ready for a child. She was troubled - from a toxic, unstable household - and left when Ripley was only a few months old, not to be heard from for years. It left Ripley’s dad to raise her, with the help of his own parents. She kept in touch with her mother’s family, but only really spent time with them on holidays and special occasions.
Unlike her mother, her dad was dedicated and hard working. He took some time off after Ripley’s birth, but was a dedicated student pursuing a degree in computer science. The workload consumed most of his time, and he was never the shining example of a good parent - but he loved her, and hadn’t left her…
Her grandparents were a huge part of her life as they stepped in and made sure she was taken care of so her father could continue his education. He did spend what time he could with her. Often, he would spend his study time explaining his work to her - even when she didn’t understand it. He said it helped him understand himself, and spending time with his daughter wasn’t something to pass up.
The family struggled financially while he focused on his degree, and he made sure it wasn’t for nothing as he got straight A’s all the way through. Once he graduated, he joined the workforce. At first he didn’t make enough to support himself and Ripley, and stayed with his parents, though helping with the bills eased the stress over money. The job wasn’t in his desired field, and definitely didn’t pay enough, but it was somewhere to start. Over the years he held a few different jobs and did manage to move out of his parents’. And then he landed a position at a large tech company. His starting position was as a junior programmer, but it didn’t take him too long to rise through the ranks and get promoted to a more prestigious position - that paid a lot more. By the time Ripley started high school, they lived very comfortably. And over the years her found an interest in programming as well. Whether it ran in the family, or she had been influenced by his study sessions with her, they’d never really know for sure.
In high school she started getting into a little trouble - partying, drinking, nothing too bad - and started dating. It was mostly casual, though she still suffered from her share of heartbreak, and she fell pretty hard for one guy in particular. It didn’t start out as anything serious, but she quickly became attached. The first time her ability manifested was when they shared their first kiss. Her hands burst into flames - they both panicked at first until they realized the flames didn’t burn her… Or him. He confided in her that he was also a mutant, a pyrokinetic as well. The strange thing was that she couldn’t use her ability unless she touched him first, despite his attempts to help her learn to use her pyrokinesis.
Eventually the relationship fell apart, when it became clear that he didn’t feel the same way as her. She still didn’t have any idea how to use her ability, but it didn’t exactly pose a problem without him around and she didn’t tell her dad.
However, one day she met her dad at his office so they could go to lunch together. One of his colleagues was in his office when she arrived and he introduced them. She politely shook his hand, but as soon as their skin met… she became invisible.
Clearly there had been more to her ability than she’d originally thought. Her dad’s colleague seemed surprised, but not afraid. It was a shock to everyone in the room and she finally admitted what she was to her dad that night. The next day he told her that the colleague she had met had confessed to also being a mutant with the ability to become invisible, and had told him about a school where mutants could learn to control their abilities. They discussed it a bit, and got into contact with the X-Men.
》| Family: Father and grandparents, estranged from her mother.
》| Team Affiliations:
》| Known Alliances: Kerri, Lachlan, Amara
》| Known Enemies: Depends on her mood
》| Personality: Ripley tends to be a bit moody, and can be very hot and cold in her relationships. She can get easily worked up over seemingly insignificant things, and even though sometimes she realizes she’s spiraling, she typically needs help pulling herself out of it. Despite that, she is a loyal friend to have, and while she can sometimes butt heads with those she cares about, or be upset with them, she’ll eventually come back around - and apologize if she was an a*****e to them.
Using her ability can also have a significant impact on her. Upon mimicking an ability, her mood tends to stabilize, but after she loses the ability - or if she overuses it - she tends to become more unstable, insecure and neurotic.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: She is a fiercely loyal friend no matter what, and despite losing her grip on reason sometimes, given time she can usually sort herself out and isn't too proud to apologize.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Gets confused by her emotions and has trouble figuring out how she really feels which causes her hot and cold behavior. She can get upset over just about anything for what seems like no reason.
》| Likes: Strawberry ice cream, boots, leather, music festivals, scary movies, dogs, snuggling.
》| Dislikes: Confusing feelings, people talking about her behind her back, anyone who's mean to her friends, rules.
》| Hobbies: Singing, dancing, parties and festivals, making jewelry and other crafts, puzzles and gaming.
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》| Power Mimicry: With a touch and a conscious thought, Ripley can mimic the superhuman abilities of others. A quick touch lets her take on an ability for approximately fifteen minutes.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Subject to vary?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Unfortunately, longer exposure doesn’t give her any extra time with the ability, and she has to make skin-to-skin contact. She can technically copy abilities as often as she wants but her ability becomes increasingly unstable if she copies abilities too frequently - especially if she mimics a new ability before her fifteen minutes is up with the previous. This makes the ability she’s copying more volatile - harder for her to get a grip on, prone to misfires, and more likely to expire before the usual duration she can keep them.
Some abilities are more complicated and inherently a little trickier to get the hang of, though she’s typically pretty quick to catch on - at least to the point she could pass for someone who knows what she’s doing in the short time she has with the ability.
But her ability is a bit of a grab bag of sorts. She is typically unable to mimic full blown abilities, and instead ends up with a random piece of the whole. For instance, she may copy a pyrokinetic’s ability, and only be able to light fires but not control the flames. Or if she tries to copy super strength, she may get the ability in just one arm.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: With more simple abilities she can (on rarer occasions) mimic the full ability, but I'm a more limited capacity.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Programming, Design, Gaming
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↘↘xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDirty Starshine
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