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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:15 pm
Amarillo
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Cowboy
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: White
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 23, April
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 21
》| Height: 6'0"
》| Weight: 180 lbs
》| Build: Muscular, fit
》| Hair Color: Dirty blond
》| Eye Color: Blue
》| Skin Tone: Tan
》| Notable Features: none
》| Standard Attire: Whatever is comfortable. Jeans, t-shirt
》| Uniform: black with piping of team color
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》| Noted Biography: Llano, Texas sits North of San Antonio, Southwest of Fort Worth, and is home to the 2,528 acre ranch that the Tanner family has owned for five generations. Long standing a dual business life – oil industry and ranching, the Tanners are well known throughout the area as tycoons and subsequently, politicians. The Tanners were no stranger to the wealth they brought into the town, and nor did the residents of Llano resent them for what they could offer; so it came as no surprise that John Tanner had enough influence to be recognized as the mayor, with many holding hopes of him running for governor next term.
It's because of this that Blake's life started without a hitch – never did the boy ever want for anything. From private tutors to horses to tend to, his life had always been relatively easy. With his parents still together, the young boy – the only son – couldn't have found a reason to complain. No, he wasn't much one to learn about the various men who on occasion trampled into their home, he hadn't a mind to care. It was a way of life, and his father's social activities wasn't a concern so long as he didn't have to be dragged into a room filled with circling cigar smoke and brandy, considering he'd never much taken an interest in his father's life outside of the fence posts.
Rather than focusing on the oil industry or the city county building, Blake found himself sympathizing more with the ranch, ever one to help tend the horses – nearly always in the stables with them, brushing, feeding and just spending time with the gentle giants. From a few American Creams, to Suffolks to Hackneys, he grew up with an appreciation of the most common breeds to the rarer ones – intent on showing and breeding what horses they kept. And while the family was well off, Blake went out of his way to care for the horses daily, learning the ropes of the ranch “from the bottom up,” as his father would say. The family lands had been promised to him when he was at the right age and mentality, as were the side businesses that had their name painted all over the town.
There is far more to speak about his father and his business arrangement, but to waste the time on it now leaves little to be discovered, so we should move on to the part that actually matters to you...
In order to ascertain more exposure for the family, his mother pulled a few strings to get his foot in the door for acting. The larger his name, the better it would be for his dad's ambitions. Before his mutant gene came about, Blake starred in 8 movies, and was nominated for a number of awards.
Blake was fully ignorant of his mutant gene until an accident happened on the ranch in between projects, wherein he accidentally “glued” two of his horses together when breaking them into being ridden, so that they could safely harness a saddle to them. It took hours to get the pair apart... and after a few more mishaps around the farm, Blake had a group of visitors intrude into the Tanner home, who spoke of an institute in New York that could help him learn to tame his gifts. Terrified that the mutant gene would ruin their name and aid in the dwindling of their wealth (and his father’s political ambitions), the Tanners avidly agreed to send him to this odd sort of boarding school.
It was here that Blake got his first real taste of the city life. Always one to adapt, Blake excelled in his classes, and worked one on one with a few professors to help get a grasp at how his mutation manifested. Not much time had passed when he was noticed for his work ethic and steep learning curve, and he was quickly promoted to Bobby Drake's team, the Excelsiors, wherein he was again promoted – this time as the leader of the group to replace Julian Keller, who had earned his alias Hellion honestly. Highly competitive and very good at tactics, Blake's leadership helped greatly in turning the team around. And it wasn't long until the Excelsiors became Bobby's pride and joy, and gave Blake a dependable mentor, but more importantly a close friend from the teams.
Later, Blake was offered several positions as he outgrew the Excelsiors ( a simulation training team), being that the professors felt that the team had nothing left to offer him. It was for him to decide between transferring teams to the Hellions or helping those who were just coming to terms with their mutation. Ever one to lead, Blake took the later option, mirroring what Jean had done when she was younger – serving as the poster child for the Academy, to help charm parents into allowing their children to attend Xavier's Institute. The position was far more than he could have imagined, and through it, the cowboy got to view the world, going where Cerebro beckoned them to, utilizing his southern wiles to snag Xavier more students.
During times when he was on leave, Blake made trips home to tend to what would soon be his ranch, still having little interest in the black gold business that funded the rest of his lifestyle. The past two years had seen limited amount of time on campus, but Blake dedicated what he could to the students he'd helped wrangle in, aiding in their initial adjustments, and shadowing them the first few days they were at the school, so that they wouldn't feel like a small fish in a large sea. The work was rewarding, and he loved nearly every minute of it. (Minus the part where he had to deal with a lot of Brotherhood members doing the same thing.)
Because his schedule was all over the place, a lot of his friendships remained in touch via letters and emails – including his best friend, Alice. He wrote to her when he had the time, getting the mundane details and developments she had on campus. Blake hadn't much of a chance to really experience life with his more solitaire lifestyle. His friends had to have skype accounts, not just a door down the hall.
With recruitment slowing down, and a rising need of experienced students on the homefront as tensions grew more strained, Blake has been spending far more time in New York than he had for the past few years.
》| Family: Blake shares very little love for his family, but here they are.
Mother, Georgia Tanner, alive, no mutation
Father, John Tanner alive, no mutation
》| Team Affiliations: Excelsiors (simulation team, previous) Type here
》| Known Alliances: Alice, best friend
Luci, recruit
》| Known Enemies: Father
》| Personality: Blake's a gentleman deep down, a jokester outwardly, but when it comes down to being serious, he's a naturally born leader. He loves to help people when they are lost. He’s typically laid back.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Blake’s strongest trait is his ability to be diplomatic - a trait he begrudgingly credits his father for. He’s a loyal friend.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Due to his independent lifestyle and upbringing, he sometimes has a hard time really connecting with anyone. He has been raised with a trust fund, so often thinks money can fix just about anything if you throw enough of it around.
》| Likes: sweet potato pie, authentic Mexican food, helping people. Sweet iced tea, lemonade, playing guitar, and of course, horses, restoring old cars
》| Dislikes: paparazzi, living a life that’s expected of him, people hitting on his honorary little sister, Alice, going to any event that aids his father’s political career
》| Hobbies: Playing guitar, taking care of his horses, restoring old cars, projects that require using his hands
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》| Superhuman Ability: Leptokinesis - the ability to manipulate molecules.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: We'll start with adhesion first as it's his strongest attribute. Blake is able to render himself “sticky,” or other objects sticky, by fusing molecules together. This acts as a “glue,” and how long it lasts depends entirely on concentration, and mastery of power. Right now, his current record for fusing organic matter together is a few hours. Inorganics last longer – his mother has paintings on the wall at home that are “stuck” until he chooses to remove them.
This ability also allows him to crawl on walls, run up them, etc.,
With automolecular manipulation, Blake can become a cloud of molecules. (Defensive) Passing through things on purpose causes the object to fall apart.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: While he is able to pass through objects, he cannot take anyone with him, and what ever he passes through does not remain intact, as he's not learned to re-form them once he disturbs the chemical bonds. Occasionally his mutation mimics that dispersive adhesion, where he unconsciously “sticks” things together. If he isn't mentally doing it, it's normally painful to pull the to subjects apart. Like all mutants, over exertion will take a toll on how well he is able to control his power, and the overall effect that his efforts will have.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes:
》| Non-powered Abilities: whiz at mechanics and horses, has been trained to operate the x-vehicles. Plays the guitar well, and can carry a tune. He can cook well enough to make a turd, but mostly orders takeout.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:16 pm
Aftershock
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Alice
》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 15th, April
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: Nineteen
》| Height: 5'6"
》| Weight: 135lbs
》| Build: Toned
》| Hair Color: Blonde
》| Eye Color: Blue
》| Skin Tone: Fair
》| Notable Features: Side-shaved head that she usually draws designs on, like war paint.
》| Standard Attire: Athletic or comfortable casual.
》| Uniform: Black with team color piping. Fingerless gloves.
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》| Noted Biography: Alice was born the only child to a woman nicknamed Betsy. Her mother was in nursing school when she hooked up with Alice's dad. One night stands don't always end well, and when Betsy discovered that she was pregnant, the only person she could turn to wanted nothing to do with a baby. He was clinging desperately to the party lifestyle, and he was fifteen years older. Betsy struggled through nursing school and graduated before giving birth to her daughter. The early years were rough for the two of them as her mother worked to pay off a mountain of student loans, this meant that they went without a lot of things. Christmas didn't have the same grandeur as the other kid's she knew. When those kids were bringing shiny, special toys from Santa to school, Alice had little to bring for comparison.
Even when the loans were paid and Betsy was able to afford a better apartment, on her own, and provide for her daughter like never before, she still worked the same excruciating hours that left Alice in the hands of the various women in her apartment complex. Some were nice enough, others not so much. But no matter where she seemed to move to while her mom was at work, they always seemed to tune in to the same news programs about mutants, and fighting. Always with fighting. Some were in fear, some were angry and hateful, others were sympathetic. But Alice was intrigued. It was like magic, some of the things these mutants could do. And in her boring, black and white life, she wanted to do something extraordinary.
The years went on rather blandly, school, work, babysitters, television... lather, rinse, repeat. When she was finally old enough to fend for herself while her mother was working, she revelled in looking up anything and everything about mutants. Where did they come from? Were they aliens? Were they just people that possessed extraordinary abilities? The more she learned, the deeper her quest for knowledge lead her. She learned about Magneto, and Professor Charles Xavier. She learned about their fights, their lives. In her mind, they became her friends. Her imagination brought them into her living room to answer her questions about both the X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants.
When puberty seemed to come into full swing, she remembers the headaches. That's where it started. She was tired a lot, and everything seemed to set her on edge. She was teetering on the fence of her emotions all the time, making people walk on eggshells around her. Her grades began to fail, it was harder and harder for her to focus. Little things would send her into a fury, like the way people snap their gum, or the drumming of a pencil on a desk. What was wrong with her? Was it supposed to be like this? Were people looking at her? Talking about her? Did they know about her obsession? Was she a freak to them? A human who was infatuated with mutantkind?
As irrational as this all sounded, it wasn't entirely false? Middle school brings a lot of things into the lives of a child, including harsh bullying and insecurities. This wasn't any different for Alice. Kids knew that she never met her dad, and they would prod at it. Make fun of her. Say harsh things, especially if she cried. So she stopped crying, she tried to not feel anything altogether. But it never seemed to work. Day after day she would lock herself in her room until her mother came home. She wouldn't tell. She would just eat and go back into her own cave. She told her imaginary versions of Magneto and the Professor about her problems, and listen to their sides. The Professor always tried to teach her about understanding and logic and tolerance. Magneto always wanted her to push back. To fight. To do anything within her power to make them pay for their ignorance.
She did neither. She suffered in silence, tightly winding slowly until she was bound to snap. And she did. In the hallways after school, she was at her locker, gathering her things to leave and just as she reached in to grab a book, the door was slammed shut on her hand. Pain bloomed through her body, throbbing. She held her hand to her chest as her eyes locked onto the assailant. It was a boy, taller than her. He was a regular at torturing her, and he seemed to enjoy it. "What's the matter? Gonna go home and cry to your daddy? Oh, wait... I forgot. He doesn't give a s**t about you." A shove from the boy sent her into the lockers, tears springing to her eyes as she bowed her head in submission while the verbal onslaught continued. You don't matter. Loser. Freak. Bet your mom is just a whore that'll give it to anyone. Maybe I should call her some time... Over and over again the taunts filled her brain, but above it. She heard a voice. In her own head this time, louder than the one that belonged to the boy. Push back, it repeated over and over, getting louder and louder until she couldn't take it.
She screamed, shoving her hands into the chest of her bully as hard as she could. Within the blink of an eye, the boy shot across the hallway and into the lockers, crushing them around his body from the impact. The shock wave that followed sent her own back into the lockers with much less force. The waves carried down the hallways, ripping up ceiling panels, damaging lights, and tearing up the lacquered floors like it was an earthquake.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Her bully was dead and she was a killer. Accident or not, she couldn't explain this. How could she? Who in her life would understand? She was scared, terrified actually, but also liberated. She had this power that she had only dreamed of having. She suffered years of torture until this final moment. She didn't have to be afraid anymore, of anyone. No one could stop her.
She walked out of her old life with her head held high as she went to the only place she knew she would be safe with little more than the clothing on her back and a few trinkets from home. She never told her mother where she was going. She couldn't bring herself to explain what was happening to her. She took what little savings she had for a bus ticket to New York. Within two weeks of the incident, she was knocking on the door of Xavier's School of Gifted Youngsters. The rest... is history in the making.
》| Family: John Doe: Father - Unknown
Bethany "Betsy" Grant: Mother - Alive
》| Team Affiliations: Type here
》| Known Alliances: Blake Tanner: Bestie
》| Known Enemies: None
》| Personality:Alice is an atom bomb with a short fuse. She would rather swing first and ask questions later. Her general 'Destroy Everything and Anything' personality makes her hard to tie down. She'll speak her mind and say whatever she wants, no matter how people will take it. Her morals are muddled and she regrets nothing.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: She's cool under pressure.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: She's very short-sighted in certain situations and doesn't think of reprocussions until it's too late.
》| Likes: Cinnamon, Natural Disasters, Birds, Mutants, Working Out
》| Dislikes: Math, Fish, the Smell of Smoke, Oranges, Humans
》| Hobbies: Is training and working out hobbies? She's also a big history nerd and reads pretty exclusively on the topic when she does read.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Seismic Energy Manipulation - The ability to create and focus seismic energy waves with her hands or feet, allowing her to shatter objects, create shockwaves upon impact, or cause earth tremors.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Her abilities are always in play, allowing her to use them anytime she hits something with force. Her abilities are tuned in well enough with the time she had spent at the mansion where she can even snap her fingers to create a small wave, strong enough to break handcuffs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: She's not invincible. And it does hurt her if you hit her. Her emotions will amplify her abilities, making them out of control. Because her abilities are always active, she can cause quite a bit of damage unintentionally. An example would be if she were to jump off something onto the floor, she could damage the floor or go right through it.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: She's practiced hand-to-hand combat for as long as she has been at the school, especially kick boxing. She's getting better with using guns, but prefers her own abilities over any other weapon. Parkour has been a great way for her to train and work different muscles. And she is working on formal ettiquette all because of a bet.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:20 pm
Crux
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Addi
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: Australian
》| Birthday: August 11th
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 19
》| Height: 5'7"
》| Weight: 119lbs.
》| Build: Slim
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Blue
》| Skin Tone: Light, sunkissed
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》| Standard Attire: You'll often see her in sun dresses, flowing skirts, preferably sleeveless and/or loose tops, shorts, sandals. Prefers not to wear shoes or pants, and tends not to wear jewelry.
》| Uniform: Her uniform is made completely of unstable molecules to accommodate her ability. It looks like a long sleeved, legless spring suit. It is a teal color with some yellow-green and black detailing, worn barefoot.
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》| Noted Biography: Before she turned two, Addison’s parents parted ways, and while her father would occasionally check in to visit his two daughters, she would be lying to say she knows him. In a stark contrast, she is very close with her mother and sister. Her parents did have feelings for eachother - in fact they still seem to - but, both being very independent and stubborn, they just couldn’t get their relationship to work. But there is no ill will between them.
Addison and her younger sister, Corina, were raised by their single mother, a very free spirited woman, though their grandparents were also around to help out. Their mother was always an advocate for equality and acceptance, and happily did her part ot support them in attending rallies and protests. Being a bit of a spitfire did get her into some altercations that got her into some trouble with the law. The girls’ grandparents always gladly looked after them until things were sorted out when they were younger.
It’s no mystery where Addison got her stubbornness from, although she’s a gentle soul, she stands up for what she believes in, the same as her mother.
Growing up, there was nothing too eventful about her life. She got into surfing, and maybe spent too much time at the beach instead of in class. Her mother wasn’t strict on the girls at all, and let them live however they wanted as long as they were happy, though she encouraged them to make their lives mean something. Addison spent a lot of time wondering how she could do that, but never really could come up with anything.
She took part-time jobs here and there, one at a surf shop, another as a waitress. Nothing long term. Likewise, her relationships typically didn’t get very serious. She dated around a bit, it wa mostly casual, but she did get in a little deeper with one guy in particular. He wasn’t perfect by any means, but something about him drew her in. They got close and things started to heat up between them, and one night when the timing seemed right, they started getting intimate for the first time.
There was a strange sensation - not the butterflies or warm tinglies - that started to fill her body. She couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but didn’t think much of it as it built up. But then it started to overwhelm her, she started to pull away but it was too late. Before she could even say anything, she burst like a water balloon. And although she wasn’t sure what was happening, she realized that she was now a puddle on the floor. She tried to move - success - and made a few failed attempts at pulling herself back together which resulted in her shaping into a vaguely humanoid blob of water and falling apart a couple times. Her guy was (understandably) freaked out. He grabbed his clothes and ran away from her…
Eventually she figured out how to morph back into her true form. And immediately burst into tears.
The next day she worked up the nerve to go see him, and he seemed freaked just by her showing up. She tried to talk it out with him but he seemed put off the entire time. It had been a shock to both of them and she gave him the benefit of the doubt in assuming he just needed some time to let it sink in. She gave him some space for a while, but hoped he could get past it.
She was too nervous to tell her mom or sister, and reasoned that she was trying to figure it out on her own before she did. She really needed the support of the only other person who knew what had happened to her, but she wouldn’t get it.
The relationship didn’t make it. It turned out he hated mutants, and accused her of being one, which was both disgusting and hurtful to her. Her mom knew her well enough to realize something was wrong and, with a little prodding, was able to get her talking. Once she knew what had happened, Addison had to talk her down from tracking her ex down and berating him. Though she hadn't expected anything less.
Following her ability's first manifestation, she found it difficult to control. She would burst without warning, or melt uncontrollably. Her mom and sister tried to help her, and if nothing else they gave her all the love and support she could ask for, but it didn’t help her get a handle on her newfound ability. And couldn’t quite outweigh the dread she felt as rumors surfaced about a girl who could turn into water around the city.
It wasn't hard to get into contact with the X-Men, especially since it seemed they're been investigating the reports in the area. After some discussion, Addison decided it was a good fit while she learned to control her ability, and left with them for the States.
》| Family: She has a mother and younger sister back in Australia.
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》| Known Alliances: Caleb, Raine
》| Known Enemies:
》| Personality: Addi is a gentle soul with a typically serene demeanor. She is kind and compassionate, and always willing to help. She sees the potential for good in everyone more than any misdeeds they have committed, and won't neglect to help someone in need simply because they are a 'bad' person. Despite her normally quiet disposition, she is stubborn in her beliefs, and not afraid to voice them. Otherwise she tends to go with the flow.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: She will always do what she thinks is right, and she'll always help someone in need despite consequences to herself.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Violence and the darker things in this world upset her deeply, and she can sometimes shut down if she doesn't know how to handle a situation.
》| Likes: Swimming, surfing and general beach, river or lake going. Biking, freedom, bare feet, fruit, sunshine, warm sand, hiking, star gazing.
》| Dislikes: Cold weather, deserts, violence, bigots, bullies.
》| Hobbies: Surfing, biking, sunbathing, longboarding, camping, hiking.
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》| Self-Liquefaction: Addi has the ability to morph into water. She can melt gently, or burst like a water balloon, and everything in between - and often does so without intending to.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: In liquid form, she is impervious to damage, extreme temperatures, and can squeeze through any openings and cracks she can find. She can remain in her liquid form indefinitely, and can be frozen and evaporated (relatively) safely. In liquid form, she has no need to eat, and doesn’t age. She is also able to absorb water from other sources, up to her normal body mass, so in the event she loses part of her mass, she is able to make it up and re-form.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: While being frozen or evaporated won’t kill her, once frozen solid she is completely immobile until melted. Being evaporated doesn’t knock her completely out of commission, but it’s really all she can do to keep her form from drifting apart, and try to pull herself back into a liquid state. And in gaseous form her molecules are more likely to escape her, and she’s more prone to be lost to the atmosphere.
Morphing back after reaching uncomfortable - or extreme - temperatures in her liquid form causes side effects to varying degrees, depending on the extremity of the temperature. For example, she might become feverish after morphing back from a high temperature, or shiver uncontrollably when morphing back from a low temperature. Depending on the severity of the temperature, she might not be able to keep going and need time to recuperate.
If she morphs back without enough mass, she becomes dehydrated and exhausted. She also tends to get dehydrated a little faster than usual in hot or dry climates.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Prone to spontaneously becoming a puddle of liquid. She still struggles a bit with her ability and getting a handle on changing her form to or from a liquid state. And right now, it's all or nothing, she sent have the control to liquify specific parts of her body.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Surfing, swimming
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》| Speed: ▅ ▅ ▅
》| Agility: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
》| Durability: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
》| Intellect/Mind: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
》| Energy: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
》| Power Mastery: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:23 pm
Rampage
✖▪ ▪ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 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: Roland Anton Chevalier
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: N/A
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: January 1st
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 23
》| Height: 7'0"
》| Weight: 265 lbs
》| Build: Muscular
》| Hair Color: Black
》| Eye Color: Yellow-Gold
》| Skin Tone: White
》| Notable Features:Scar on his left cheek, starting from the corner of his lip. The result of an attempted Glasgow Smile.
》| Standard Attire: Whatever suits him, usually a shirt and jeans.
》| Uniform: His power gives him his univorm.
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》| Noted Biography: Roland was given up as a baby in New Orleans to a man by the name of Dominic LaRue, a mid-level numbers man in the Louisiana criminal world. He ran a numbers game for the Dixie Mafia, but was largely left to his own devices because he kept the money coming. So when he discovered that his “adopted son’s” mutation kicked in at a young age, he saw yet another opportunity to make some extra cash. He put money into training the boy to fight, eventually getting him into an underground fighting organization at the age of 13. The boy fought for several years, often against other mutants, for several years. Despite being a good “earner” for his extracurricular activity, he was subjected to a torrent of physical and mental abuse from Dominic.
Dominic, despite his success,was an unstable drunk and cokehead known to fly off the handle at the slightest provocation. Got hit too many times? Bottle was thrown at him afterwards. Messed up the other guy in the ring too much? He would try to put a cigarette out on him. He even got mad and tried to beat him with a frying pan after getting the wrong kind of eggs. But despite the situation, despite the horrors he experienced, he managed to find love. Dominic had leveraged his success in gambling on Roland into human trafficking, bringing in girls from Eastern Europe. One of these girls, a girl named Sonja, Roland managed to fall for. She was a sweet girl that Roland managed to shield from the horrors that Dominic wanted to put forth onto her. Unfortunately something had to give, and when he tried to run off with the girl, Dominic got wind and interceded. Sonja was killed in the process, and Roland had been beaten within an inch of his life. That proved to be the downfall of Dominic, her shallow grave was uncovered and it lead to a quick raid and arrest of the man, taking Roland into custody as well. The investigators quickly uncovered the extent of Roland’s home situation, with a sympathetic officer even advocating on his behalf for legal emancipation. The cop let him stay with his family after he got out of the hospital, and helped him get his GED.
Taking the opportunity that was given to him, Roland signed up for the Army. He quickly went into Ranger School, becoming a combat medic. He was deployed three times over the course of five years, once to Afghanistan, twice into Africa. He faced some serious action, but came out of it relatively unscathed. Upon his discharge, he looked at that old card he was given, and decided to go to the Xavier Academy, funnily enough he was joining with a fellow soldier. He hoped to advance his life further, and maybe make a difference.
》| Family: Dominic LaRue (Adoptive Father)
》| Team Affiliations: Team Kick-a**
》| Known Alliances: X-Men, US Army
》| Known Enemies: N/A
》| Personality:Honorable, kind, but somewhat withdrawn.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: A fighter that stays focused on the objective, has no problems or inhibitions doing what some wouldn’t do.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: He struggles with being able to reach out and trust others, in part from his rough childhood. He’s working on it, but he struggles.
》| Likes: Rock music, reading, a good glass of bourbon
》| Dislikes: Bigots and idiots
》| Hobbies: Training, reading, watching movies, cooking (a newly discovered hobby he’s nurturing some talent in).
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》| Superhuman Ability: Bio-Armor and Manifestation. Roland possesses the ability to cover his body in a flexible, metallic armor.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Heightened Strength: His strength increases to the extent that he can lift approximately 500 pounds.
Agility: While in his armored form, Roland maintains the same speed, reflexes, and reaction time he normally possesses (The armor acts is akin to a second skin)
Heightened Durability: In his armored form, he can take significant amounts of damage. It’s durability is equivalent to that of police issue Kevlar. Blunt-force trauma and bladed weapons will find that it difficult to break through, however he is not completely bulletproof.
Armor regeneration: Damage to his is, over time, repaired in a semi-organic fashion. The more he exerts himself while his armor is damaged, the longer it takes to repair.
Weapon Generation: With concetration, Roland can generate a weapon or object, usually within the max weight limit of about 25-30 pounds. Said items are limited only to his imagination.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: His armor possesses a few weaknesses. First, it’s tied to consciousness. He gets knocked out, the armor retreats back inside of him. Second, he can maintain his armor for a few hours, after which his body’s metabolism will go into overdrive and rapidly eat away at his fat and muscle tissue in order to fuel the armor. Estimations put him at about 10 minutes before his powers would kill him if he were to enter that state.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: When not in his armored form, he does not possess any enhanced features.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Hand-to-Hand Combat: Intermediate
Melee Weapons: Intermediate
Firearms: Intermediate
Field Medicine: Intermediate
Survival: Beginner
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》| Speed: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
》| Agility: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
》| Durability: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
》| Intellect/Mind: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
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》| Power Mastery: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:28 pm
Reverb
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Chuck, Chuckie, C-T
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Hawaiian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: Hawaiian
》| Birthday: October 22nd
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 20
》| Height: 5'10"
》| Weight: 185lbs
》| Build: Sllim/Athletic
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Brown
》| Skin Tone: Bronze
》| Notable Features:Aside from his long hair and fashionable facial hair, that coy playful smirk is a giveaway trademark.
》| Standard Attire: Typically dresses in edgy, Rock-n-Roll attire. Band shirts, jackets, Dark colors, shredded jeans, belts and wristbands.
》| Uniform: Chuck's combat uniform consists of loose fitting pants with combat boots and a sleeveless, skin-tight top and a pair of fingerless gloves which are specially designed not to buffer his powers.
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》| Noted Biography: Charles was born on the Island of Oahu in the Hawaiian Islands in the town of Miliani near Wheeler Army Airfield. His mother, Leilani was a local woman who worked as a waitress at one of the newest resorts on the island. His father, Captain James Taylor was an Army pilot stationed on base. The two met in a resort bar and sparks flew instantly, they fell deeply in love and before long, little Charles entered the world.
A wild and energetic child from the day he could walk, Chuck (as he preferred to be called) always seemed to be getting into trouble or hurting himself on some adventure. He grew up on the island learning the traditions and taking a particular interest in surfing and less in school work. Loud music and rebellion came to be his newer obsessions as he grew older but when he turned 13, his father was restationed in California, and so he was taken away from his home and transplanted to the mainland.
In his teenage years, you could cut the tension between Chuck and his father with a knife. The stern, military man tried to instill discipline in his rebellious son only to have chuck lash out in defiance. When it came to school, the metal-head islander hardly fit in but paid no mind to the opinions of his peers and simply adapted to his surroundings. He took an interest in playing the drums and even joined a garage band with some of his friends. Late nights out, stealing their parents' alcohol, sneaking into concerts and shows across town, vandalizing teachers' houses. It was safe to say Chuck was enjoying his youth. That is until his mutation surfaced.
At 17 years old, Chuck and his teenage band were playing at his high school's Battle of the Bands competition and were halfway through the set when his powers surfaced for the first time. The screaming amplifiers blasted their music louder and louder, the walls shook and cracked, the stage collapsed and his drumsticks splintered in his hands all at once, and there he stood in the middle of the chaos. Three students were seriously injured in the accident and the show was halted immediately but Chuck wasn't the least bit afraid of his gift to literally bring the house down. The accident had been blamed on faulty construction but Chuck knew he was responsible. Chuck struggled to process the meaning behind his gift until he was approached by a stranger who claimed to be able to help the young man. They educated Chuck on his gifts and offered for the teen to come away to some Academy where he could learn to control his powers. As Stubborn as he was, Chuck accepted the offer, seeing it as more of an oportunity to escape his father's tyranny than to hone his powers.
》| Family: Chuck has no siblings, hasn't spoken to his mother since he was 13 and hasn't spoken to his father since coming to the Academy.
》| Team Affiliations: Atlas
》| Known Alliances: Alice
》| Known Enemies: N/A
》| Personality:Chuck is a lively, optimistic, whimsical soul who loves having a good time. He enjoys his freedom and hates feeling caged or forced into anything. As such he also has a strong distrust of authoritative figures. However once someone earns his trust he forms a deep bond with that individual, considering them family. Chuck loves Rock-n-roll and lives by the style of music and the messages implied, as such he can be a bit abrasive with first impressions, but once he cracks a grin one can see he's like a long-haired, party-loving teddy bear.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Chuck is extremely extroverted and laid back, as such he has no problems making friends with strangers and usually diffusing tense situations.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Chuck is often so laid back and indifferent that it usually gets him into trouble or results in innaction from the young mutant.
》| Likes: Most music, Alcohol, Women, Freedom
》| Dislikes: Country music, sweets, drama, being powerless or forced into anything
》| Hobbies: Chuck can play the Guitar and is a karaoke feind. He's most likely suspect when rules have been broken but would never admit it unless someone else is about to take the fall.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Vibration Manipulation/Generation (Vibrokenisis) - Chuck is able to vibrate the molecules in the air, ground, or water as well as his own body.
When applied to the air, this allows him to cause shockwaves of force by rapidly exciting those molecules immensely. This shockwave can be enough to stop a bullet (depending on the timing of course), or concussively forcing a target away.
If applied to a solid structure it can have varying effects from shattering solid rock or simulating a miniature earthquake within up to a 50-meter radius.
When applied to a large body of water, it can cause the surface to become rough and waves to develop. Smaller volumes of water will likely heat up. Ice will shatter rather quickly. Having control over vibrations in the air means he can manipulate sounds as well, whether it be amplifying said sound or adjusting its frequency and pitch. This includes sounds he generates as well as externally generated, however, he cannot mimic voices or manipulate the voices of others aside from making them louder.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Application of his powers vary depending on intensity. Chuck can shatter Ice or glass through direct contact and even cause the ground or structure of a building to crumble depending on it's fortification. Chuck can also use this power in.... "recreational" applications making him quite the party favor.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Vibration requires kinetic energy if he generates this vibration it can be quite taxing. Over the years he has managed to improve upon this weakness, so the small-scale use of his power is easy but more aggressive use can only be maintained for a short period of time before he exhausts himself.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes:
》| Non-powered Abilities: Nothing to add at this time.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:30 pm
Glitter
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: n/a
》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: September 13
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 18
》| Height: 5'7"
》| Weight: 136 lbs
》| Build: Average, thin build
》| Hair Color: Chocolate brown
》| Eye Color: Hazel
》| Skin Tone: Pale
》| Notable Features:None
》| Standard Attire: Raine likes to dress cute. She wears everything from dresses to jeans, though nothing she considers too "provocative."
》| Uniform: Glitter's uniform consists of a black, sleeveless bodysuit with accents of her team colors. She wears black fingerless glove, boots that come up to just below her knees and a thick belt around her waist.
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》| Noted Biography: Raine’s parents were storm-chasers, and died when she was around 3 years old. She has no real memories of them or her early life in the midwest, though she does have pictures that she cherishes as a memory of her past. Rather than stick her in the system, a family friend took her in and adopted her as part of their family, prompting her move to Malibu, California. The McEwans raised her like she was a second daughter to them, and throughout her childhood she was nigh inseparable from her “sister,” Katie.
Even from a young age, Raine showed promise in academics and music, really blossoming when she started playing the cello in 5th grade. Both of her foster parents were big in the entertainment world, her mother working in the publicity realm, while her father was an entertainment lawyer and made a substantial living getting them out of traffic tickets and legal trouble. Money was never lacking, so they were able to give her the early training that brought her natural prowess for music to the forefront.
Schooling went well for Katie and Raine, the latter of the girls showing more academic prowess. Despite their differences, the already close friends discovered another similarity when they entered 7th grade. As both girls entered puberty, their powers fully manifested themselves, resulting in some troubling and confusing days during school. Initially, Raine was reluctant to come out to the McEwans, fearing that they would be disappointed in her and consider her too much of a burden when their own daughter had powers herself. Katie’ powers of illusion were powerful enough, and with them they were able to keep some of the strange things that kept happening to Raine hidden from others.
It was several weeks before the McEwans figured out what was going on, the couple only learning of Raine’s powers when she had an outburst and static electricity from the lockers lining the hallways released an electrical burst that physically drained her entire body. To her relief, they revealed that they had powers as well, and the two girls started a home schooling program that included limited training with their powers to keep them under control. It was good for Raine to have a role model in her foster family, showing her that despite her powers she could live a normal life, free to social stigma.
It was not until they were in high school, confident enough in their control over their abilities, that Xavier contacted the family, inviting the girls to his Academy. There, they would not only learn more about their powers and how to control them, but they would learn how to use their powers for the benefit of themselves and others, all while getting a top-notch education. In the middle of their sophomore year, the girls moved to the Academy, where they took to life there like a fish takes to water. They were roommates, and were able to spend a lot of time together, while making new friends. As she turned 18, starting her senior year, Raine was invited to join one of the junior x-men teams, and she could not be more thrilled, even if it meant separating from Katie for the first time.
》| Family: Laila Burke – Mother - Deceased; John Burke – Father (Power – Super Strength) - Deceased; Alice McEwan – Adoptive Mother (Power – Pheromone Manipulation);
Larry McEwan – Adoptive Father (Power – Hydrokinesis); Katie McEwan – Adoptive Sister / Best Friend (Power – Illusion Casting)
》| Team Affiliations: Atlas
》| Known Alliances: Addison, Felix, Amara
》| Known Enemies: TBD
》| Personality:Raine has a rather volatile personality, though underlying it all she is very caring. She goes through the mood swings that any teenage girl goes through, and it doesn’t help that her powers seem to keep her energized all the time. While she has high standards for herself and those she lets into her inner circle, she would never be outright rude to someone unless they gave her a reason to be first. She is always known as the girl that gets things done, so she tends to take on a lot of things to avoid disappointing people. Despite this, she would rather be busy than bored, so while she might complain it is usually clear that she “likes” the stress. Even if she wants to be the best at everything, and rarely gives less than 100% to whatever she attaches her time to, she understands that perfection is impossible. She just wants to get as close as she can, and get that recognition from her peers and mentors.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Raine is a very strong-willed girl, and is definitely someone that is better to have on your side than opposing you. She is known for getting things done, and getting them done right the first time. If there is one thing she knows, it’s what she wants and how she is going to get it. Once she sets her sights on something, there is little that will prevent her from getting it. She tends to be friendly, even if she has high standards for herself and those around her.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Her stubborn nature can quickly be debilitating, and she tends to take criticism very harshly, even if it is meant to be constructive. Furthermore, she can sometimes get overwhelmed emotionally, which unfortunately leads to outbursts of her powers. In times like this, she can turn into a recluse, and might push people away that she would normally welcome. She can lash out violently during these times, and when she loses friends because of this, she sinks into an even deeper state of depression. Her emotions tend to come in cycles, and it is often difficult for her to break out of a bad mood like it takes a lot to dampen a good mood
》| Likes: Music, Cello, Writing, Reading, Student Activities, Studying, Succeeding Academically, Flirting with cute boys, proving her own worth
》| Dislikes: Anything involving water, People who are poor at time management, People who are really stuck up, Disloyalty
》| Hobbies: Playing the cello; leading study groups; baking
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》| Superhuman Ability: Electrokinesis - The ability to convert static electricity on the surface of objects she comes into contact with into more powerful electric blasts. On a smaller scale, she can concentrate electricity around her fists to pack quite a punch, even though this cannot be maintained for very long.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: She can store this static electricity in her body for long-term use, giving her a constant power source.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: She has to use stored energy within a few hours of taking it in, otherwise it forces her to be “overcharged.” This often results in an extremely painful electrical burst, as the energy forces it’s way out of her in one blow. If/when this happens, it is a very painful experience for her, as well as devastating to the surrounding area. This usually leaves her very weak, and the headache afterwards is not worth it. Additionally, water really messes with her power, especially in great amounts. In a light rain she can deal with the tingling of the electricity on her own skin, but if she were to be dropped in a pool, or caught in a downpour she would be forced to quickly discharge all her energy at once to keep from electrocuting herself.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: None
》| Non-powered Abilities: Music - Cello (Intermediate); Martial Arts (Beginner)
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:39 pm
Fracture
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: N/A
》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: Canadian/American
》| Birthday: 1, December
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: Twenty
》| Height: 5'4"
》| Weight: 113 lbs
》| Build: Athletic
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Blue
》| Skin Tone: Fair
》| Notable Features:Various ear piercings
》| Standard Attire: Skinny jeans and a cute top <3
》| Uniform: black with green accents
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》| Noted Biography: Based on her town of birth being in Smithers, British Columbia, it was practically predetermined from conception that Farren was destined to be a sports enthusiast.
Her father was a professional skiing coach and her mother a nurse, the two having met when her father ended up in the hospital after his own personal skiing mishap and the rest was, as they say, history.
With heavy influence from her father, Farren wound up learning to ski and snow board almost as soon as she was able to walk. Naturally he hoped she would grow up to appreciate the sport as much as he did, however, he was supportive regardless of the path his daughter decided to take.
Farren wasn't quite three when her father ended up with a contract to train a few olympic skiers, requiring the family to relocate to Denver, Colorado. It was here Farren would grow up, although a part of her would always long for the far more quaint life in Smithers.
Growing up, Farren always thought of herself as a pretty average kid, although, compared to the typical teen, she was far more involved in her community than most. She was a part of her high school debate team, the volley ball team, she was in the high school band, took part in the high school musicals, and whatever spare time remained, she focused heavily on attending private mixed martial arts courses and volunteering at community shelters for the less fortunate.
Farren's goal was to eventually pursue post secondary education that would enable her to become someone she felt could help make a difference in people's lives. The aspiration to help others was heavily due to the kind people she had met during her volunteering experiences, though part of her also wished to pursue the natural talent she'd been honing in MMA. During one of her volunteer experiences, it just so happened that Farren would ultimately discover her mutant nature.
It was during the night after the conclusion of the volunteer youth program she helped host week to week. The night had been a typical one thus far, the less fortunate kids being brought together through recreational sports, arts and crafts, much like a summer camp but on a weekly basis. Things took a turn, however, when Farren walked outside only to discover her car was inoperable when she attempted to start it.
Naturally, her first reaction was to phone her father to see if he would have some insight as to how she might fix her vehicle. Her father asked her some basics, whether the engine was turning or whether it was completely dead, etc. After asking his introductory questions, he ended up telling his daughter to just stay in the car, that he would be on his way to pick her up and take a look at her car the next day seeing as it was night time in the rougher side of town.
Farren agreed over the phone to her father's suggestion, however, in practice, she defied him. Perhaps not as cautious as she should have been, the lone teen decided to pop the hood of her car and take a look for herself while calling a friend that happened to be taking shop classes. As she was describing the state of the contents within the front of the vehicle, however, she heard some footsteps drawing closer.
Within a manner of seconds, the footsteps grew faster and before she could even verify who had bothered to approach her from behind, she was shoved sideways onto the hood of her car. She had lost her grip on her phone in the process, the screen shattering as it hit the ground. Again, before she really had much of a chance to react, she was struck in the side of the jaw, sending her reeling to the ground.
Before anything else happened, Farren was sure to let out as loud a cry for help as she was physically capable of. Her action offered her a brief moment of reprieve on her attacker's part due to checking for any nearby witnesses and it allowed her to look up in time to see them moving to stomp or kick her while she was on the ground. Adrenaline and her fighting instincts overtaking her initial shock, Farren easily rolled to avoid her attacker's onslaught and shook off the initial stupor from the unexpected blow. While part of her wanted to attempt reasoning with this individual, the fact they hadn't run away yet suggested they were committed to following through with whatever they had planned and her breath was best preserved defending herself.
The moment to breathe was short lived as her attacker rushed her, aiming to hit her in the face. Instinctively she raised her hands to absorb the blow, and that's when it happened. A weird sensation akin to a surge of energy overcame her as her hands and forearms blocked the would be hit. The next second the energy sensation she felt suddenly disappeared as quickly as it had come and somehow her assailant had been knocked to the ground.
As abruptly as the encounter had began, it concluded with her father's car pulling up and the assailant fleeing the scene. While she was physically capable of pursuing, the shock was still processing through her system. Meanwhile, her father's primary concern was to assure his daughter was safe as opposed to chase a stranger down.
From that night onward, however, Farren and her family would forever establish that life was never going to be the same. The same night Farren discovered her mutation, she was also enlightened that her father, like herself, happened to be a mutant. It was also the same night that, together as a family, they decided the safest place they knew of for Farren to safeguard her dreams of attending college and honing her MMA ambitions would be the Xavier Institute.
》| Family: Dawn Moore (mother), Michael Moore (father), Robert Moore (brother)
》| Team Affiliations: Atlas
》| Known Alliances: Type here
》| Known Enemies: Type here
》| Personality: Farren's a courageous go-getter with a healthy side of skepticism. While she works tirelessly toward any goal she seeks to achieve, she also possesses the ability to self reflect and can take a step back to observe. Through self reflection, she constantly strives to make herself a better person along with the rest of the world around her. Her ambition and wanderlust seem ceaseless more often than not. Due to this abundance of energy, she often finds herself having a difficult time sitting still. She's witty, outgoing and generally easy to get along with, however, she has no fear of holding her ground or standing up for others and does possess a temper if pushed to that point.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Can talk herself out of almost anything.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Overly bold/overconfident at times, which can lead herself (and others) into trouble.
》| Likes: Thrill Seeking, Strange People, Honor, Justice, Video Games, Sparring
》| Dislikes: Losing, Plain Janes, Lack of Integrity, Feeling Restricted
》| Hobbies: Snowboarding, Gymnastics, Training, Drinking, Exploring
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》| Superhuman Ability: Kinetic absorption - Farren’s ability allows her to absorb kinetic energy, meaning when she is attacked physically via kinetic energy she is able to absorb the momentum and strength put into the attack and redistribute it.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Farren is able to absorb physical energy, meaning she is impervious to many forms of physical attacks and can absorb momentum. Once she’s absorbed the energy she is able to redistribute it in a few different ways:
1) She can use it to make herself physically stronger [ex. Being punched and sending the same punch she absorbed right back at someone.]
2) Can be used for a brief, temporary boost in speed
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: She needs to be expecting a hit in order to take it, in other words she has to ‘brace for the hit’ or else she will take the full hit and not absorb any of the energy. Farren’s ability to absorb energy is solely limited to kinetic energy so she currently cannot absorb other types of energy. If the source of energy is too much for her to handle or absorb she can severely injure herself, likewise if she manages to absorb too much energy it can be detrimental to her as well, resulting in seizures. In order to achieve her maximum levels of strength or speed, she has to absorb a decent amount of power, for example: if Farren is only taking a punch from a human with regular strength, she will likely need to take multiple punches to achieve super strength/speed. Lastly, she has to choose between utilizing her energy for either physical strength or speed boosting. She cannot use both at once.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Farren can currently channel her strength/speed for a maximum of 3 minutes.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Formerly Competitive MMA Fighter: Boxing (Master) Judo (Intermediate) Muay Thai (Intermediate), Gymnast (Intermediate)
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↘↘xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Absanthe
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:40 pm
Artisan
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: n/a
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: Irish-American
》| Birthday: 30, June
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 17
》| Height: 5'0"
》| Weight: 215 lbs
》| Build: variable, often kept medium
》| Hair Color: Chestnut Brown
》| Eye Color: Vibrant Green
》| Skin Tone: Extremely pale
》| Notable Features:Variable, most common is a very thick tail
》| Standard Attire: Often wears distressed clothing, done so in layers. Loves to wear denim.
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》| Noted Biography: Connor grew up in a rather good home. His parents loved both each other and him without measure. They grew up in a tight-knit family with heavy influence from their heritage. As Irish-Americans, they knew from family experience what it was to be shunned, hated, and abused just for what you were born as. Thankfully, those days seemed to be cautionary tales anymore. Growing up in Boston, there was a heavy influence of Irish culture for both good and bad. He spent time with his father learning about cars. That way he could get out of some jams and knew enough to not be ripped off at a garage. He spent time with his mother learning to cook. Irish and hearty meals were bonding time with his dear mum, and he paid close attention. Everywhere were reminders of their heritage and a sense of camaraderie. So much so that the thick Irish accent was alive and well. Newcomers to the area might even have trouble both understanding and being understood in certain areas of the city. Not for antagonism as much as a language barrier. Yes, all were speaking English- sort of, but the differences were daunting. Some of the older residents had accents so thick even the locals had trouble getting through the pseudo-Gaelic. Stories of the homeland were common, and laughs often were accompanied by large mugs of amber ales. Despite the tension in the world thanks to the growing mutant population, life was stable and overall good here. Sometimes it was too good. One can't just dance every single time they were bored. He enjoyed some free time with video games, self-defense classes, and even learning to parkour- it was like flying and became more fun, the better he became.
This was the life that Connor was raised in. Hearty ties to family, loving homes and a sense of community. To him, this was most important, and the building blocks of home. His mutation was unique, however. It did not have anything flashy or odd about it until it was already done. It turned out that he was a mutant with a shapeshifting ability. But not one that was done at will, one that was done with his hands. He discovered it when trying to break up a fight one day. At his school words were flung as normal, but one day a boy decided to take it to a fist as well. Connor was a bystander until violence was included. With some training on how to deflect punches, he knew that this could be de-escalated before somebody really got hurt. He dashed in to try and intervene and managed to catch the boy's fist. Connor couldn't stop the blow completely and twisted his hand against the fist that was now coming at him. His assailant jumped back in confusion saying just as much- for his fist couldn't be uncurled. The fingers had been fused together with a minor swirl. It was still alive, and not broken skin- just twisted. Panic ensued, and only after an hour did adults realize that was a mutant ability. Connor and his parents were confronted, but as the adults were arguing back and forth on what to do . . . Connor approached the boy with an apology. "Can I see?" Connor was allowed to touch the fist that was now stuck that way. With a gentle touch, Connor found he could move the skin a bit. Then a bit more.
All the arguing slowed and stopped as everybody watched Connor gently undo his ability. Like clay, he softly separated the fingers and made them almost like new. It was hardly a forgive and forget sort of thing, but his earnest and caring nature came through. Connor hadn't meant to do any harm- and the boy was never in pain. It just felt really weird. Word spread in the neighborhood that Connor was a mutant, and the typical uproar began. Most calmed down soon after, but the older residents did not have any problem treating him like trash. As if they never learned the lessons that they endured. The prejudice was not even quaint. Over several months, the community tried to come to terms with their mutant member, but it became apparent that it would never happen. The self-defense classes stepped up, and despite his mother being nervous, some gun safety classes as well. Connor began to study surveillance to keep aware of how to watch an area, namely his room and home. Paranoia did not exist for mutants at large . . . only an open eye and being ready. At a loss, his parents tried to find a solution and were able to find the Xavier Institute. Connor was enrolled, and though he hated to leave home . . . all knew he needed to learn how to control it. He was loved, and this was part of that love. Rather than being shipped in the middle of the night or hidden away, Connor had the oddity of support from his family. Now in the academy, he looks to recreate precisely what he had to move away from. Family and home.
》| Family: mother: Brianna O'Keeffe father: Brian O'Keeffe, little sister: Rowan
》| Team Affiliations: Atlas
》| Known Alliances: n/a
》| Known Enemies: n/a
》| Personality: Tries very hard to be friendly and open to anybody. He can have a bit of a temper, but it's an all-or-nothing sort of thing. Either he keeps his cool, or he completely loses it.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Warm, Friendly, Caring, Open
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Easily hurt emotionally, too trusting
》| Likes: Laughter and heavy/hearty meals. His one favorite thing is making people happy
》| Dislikes: Losing his temper, how stubborn he can be
》| Hobbies: Sculpting clay, video games, cooking (often too much)
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》| Superhuman Ability: Tactile Shapeshifting - Artisan is capable of reshaping flesh and bone like a sculptor with clay. Rather than an instantaneous thing with thought alone, he must use his hands to gently coax and pull/push at what he wants to manipulate. Hair, nails, teeth, and similar material is unaffected. All changes made are permanent until some form of corrective action is taken such as his working the area again, surgery, damage, or similar. Something that would affect the area naturally. Artisan is capable of changing his own body without any drawbacks, but any major change will take time.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Redistributing mass allows Artisan to be more nimble, stronger, faster, or whatever his body can be physically altered to allow. His power can be used as a field medic to quickly set bones or close wounds, though he is cautious as mistakes can be horrendous if he makes a mistake.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Permanence. Any changes will not revert over time, and if a mistake is made or something done in haste doesn't turn out, he will have to use his ability again to correct the damage. The changes are time-consuming, larger effects taking more time to create. Not a power that can be used lightly or quickly.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes: Minor or superficial changes to others are generally tolerable, but give a 'skin crawling' sort of sensation. Any large changes to physiology will cause discomfort and even significant pain as the flesh is not designed to be moved in this way.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Guns: Beginner
Martial Arts: Beginner
Computer skills: Intermediate
Parkour: Intermediate
Dance: Intermediate
Video Gaming: Intermediate
Surveillance: Beginner
Auto Mechanics: Intermediate
Cooking: Intermediate
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 1:42 pm
Bane
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: N/A
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 1st, November
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 22
》| Height: 5'11"
》| Weight: 174 lbs
》| Build: Toned
》| Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
》| Eye Color: Ice Blue
》| Skin Tone: Tanned
》| Notable Features:Tribal Wolf Tattoo on Bicep, Various Notable Scars
》| Standard Attire: Dress Shirt & Jeans
》| Uniform: Standard, Cold Resistant
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》| Noted Biography: Having been put up for adoption as an infant, Caleb never met his biological parents nor did they leave any information with which to contact them. He was born in Boston, Massachusetts and was adopted by a loving Christian couple who was having trouble conceiving. As far as they were concerned, Caleb was the lights of their lives and they brought him along with them to attend church every Sunday from the moment they brought him home.
As a boy he was content with going to church, attending masses and not bothering to question much but as he began to get older he somewhat outgrew the notion. He put less and less effort into making time for church until it eventually got to the point that he no longer attended. As a result, his parents were not the most pleased with him, being heavily involved in their church community, and he received a decent amount of nagging.
His parents' nagging annoyed him but for the most part Caleb had a very close bond with them as well as his younger miracle brother. Being relatively fearless and equally as restless as a teenager, he tended to experiment a decent amount. He got himself in trouble with the police and his school from time to time as a result and that invoked more nagging from his parents. Their nagging was taken in stride and he continued to sneak out, drink, explore abandoned buildings or private property, etc.
One fateful, rainy night, a couple friends and Caleb were driving themselves and his girlfriend Margaret home illegally as they were all underage drivers. Though it was summer time, the windows began to suddenly frost over and in his panic, Caleb lost control of the vehicle. They skidded a ways down the road before swerving into the ditch and rolling the car.
The investigation report filed by the local police would later show that not only had the windows of the car frosted over but the road itself had somehow become glazed in ice. Autopsy reports also confirmed that while some had perished from the impact of the vehicle roll over, others had perished due to hypothermia. Caleb had been the sole survivor of the wreck.
Being the sole survivor of the wreck naturally brought on suspicion and soon enough accusations and slander were thrown his way. Eventually the police brought him in for questioning and not long after Caleb was charged with underage, negligent driving resulting in three deaths. As a youth he was not expected to serve time, nor would he have a criminal record per se, but community service in some capacity was mandatory.
The charges came so quickly that there honestly wasn't a whole lot of time to review their options and Caleb's parents weren't able to afford a reputable lawyer on their low budget as school teachers. As a result, their family was pigeon holed into making a hasty selection for which community service option they wanted to go with. In their desperation to adjust their son's attitude that had now gotten three individuals killed, they opted to send him to a private military school, one of the options that had been given by the judge.
As it turned out, though, the real reason he'd been sent to military school had been due to the interest of an organization funded under the government that supposedly studied mutants. For three years Caleb was conditioned and trained to use his mutant abilities while being studied, tested and experimented on by the government all the while his parents were receiving various falsified feedback reports about how their son was faring in school.
Eventually, a few months into the three years, he was forced to address them a letter in his own handwriting, telling them that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with them and that he would cease communications with them. Of course, Caleb was told if he didn't that bad things would happen to his family so he complied. A couple more years and he was deemed fit to be set into the field where he would be combating other soldiers 'experimentally' as a biological weapon of the government. He was trained to murder, desensitized to violence almost entirely, and manufactured into a remorseless killing machine coupled with some espionage training.
For the most part he was isolated from the rest of the soldiers seeing as he was classified as a government experiment and therefore government property. That and most of the soldiers were frightened of him anyhow. However, one soldier who he’d come to call a comrade and friend named Andrew Smith. At first Caleb had been suspicious of the man and unaccepting of his foreign kindness, treating Caleb like a human. Eventually, though, Andrew managed to gain Caleb’s trust through sheer refusal to allow Caleb to turn him away and genuine kindness.
One particular day on the field, though, Caleb’s and Andrew’s battalion were sent on a mission to serve as a decoy in order to overtake a fort during daytime when they were outnumbered vastly and offered no military equipment to support their efforts. On the way to the fort, their battalion ended up ambushed in the forest, about a quarter of the battalion suffering fatalities or sustaining severe injuries. Once reaching the fort, it was a simple massacre as they were driven out of the forest and into the open field where the battalion were picked off as easily as sheep fenced in with mountain lions.
They fought their hardest, struggling for their lives but every soldier in the battalion knew they weren’t going to make it out alive. Caleb fought as hard as any soldier, outraged that the American government would condemn good men, amazing soldiers to such a fate for such a small gain. Caleb and Andrew, both renowned in their battalion managed to stay alive long enough to see their ‘comrades’ swing in from behind to take the fort by surprise. As they were transitioning and making their way to meet up with the second battalion, they were gunned down in the trees and left for dead.
The two laid there, prepared to accept their fate as soldiers. However, as they laid there Andrew came up with a proposal, having never revealed his own abilities to Caleb. He ended up attempting to convince Caleb to take what remained of Andrew’s life force and use it to heal himself and survive. The selflessness of such a notion baffled Caleb and he argued with his friend and comrade for a long while before Andrew forced him into accepting the logic of the situation. Andrew was a mutant: he was able to heal from the mortal wounds he’d received or transfer his life force to someone else in order to keep them alive. One of them wasn't going home alive and Andrew insisted that he wanted Caleb to continue on.
Reluctantly, Caleb gave into his friend's argument, knowing there was no possible way both of them could make it out with the injuries they'd sustained. Tears streamed in Caleb’s eyes for what must have been the first time in years as he took his friend’s hand and watched the life fade from his comrade's eyes as he gave what little he had left to heal Caleb's injuries. He was a curse. It’d been what Margaret’s parents had accused him of being so many years ago when he’d survived but their daughter hadn’t. The entire time Andrew had been doing it with a smile too, so ready to lay down his life for Caleb: a favor Caleb would never be able to return.
Having managed to finally escape the military, Caleb no longer knew what to do with himself. All he’d been trained to do was kill, both his family and himself would be compromised if he returned to his home and his best friend was now dead because of him. In a moment of self-loathing, Caleb contemplated whether he ought to just end it all by running toward the fort wildly, screaming at the top of his lungs. Of course, though, that would be a complete and utter waste of his friend’s sacrifice so he first decided to avenge Andrew by killing the man Caleb knew was responsible for the death of his entire battalion: Edward Moore.
Being the killing machine he was, trained as good as any spy or CIA agent, it didn’t take long for Caleb to find and kill the man. He killed Edward a few days later while the man was sleeping in a nearby camp. There was a smug expression on his face and a false sense of security as he slept that disgusted Caleb. First he made sure to gag the man so as not to be heard and then he proceeded to show the man the full extent of his abilities and the monster he'd created. His main tool merely being water, Caleb first dumped it all over the man, shackling him to the bed with ice as solid as bone. From there he literally froze Edward from the outside to the inside via prolonged exposure.
After avenging his friend and battalion, though, the now twenty two year old possessed no true objective or purpose other than surviving so as not to throw away his friend’s gift. Unsure of what to do with himself, the ex-soldier reluctantly decided to return to his homeland under an alias, managing to come up with just enough cash to procure a fake ID and access into the country.
It wasn't terribly long after he'd settled down as a local mechanic at a small mom and pop shop that he mysteriously received a letter inviting him to one Academy X. Deciding to sate his curiousity and against his better judgment, he decided to accept the invitation despite expecting it to be a trap manufactured for him by the government he'd managed to escape. Instead, he was welcomed with open arms by fellow mutants that wanted nothing more than to offer him a haven and place to further hone his abilities. Caleb ultimately accepted, managing to make a friend along the way: Addison Hart. He still currently attends the academy, not really having any other place to go.
》| Family: Adopted Father – Matthew Porter (49), Adopted Mother – Catherine Porter (47), Adopted Brother – Joshua Porter (20)
》| Team Affiliations: Type here
》| Known Alliances: Type here
》| Known Enemies: Type here
》| Personality:Due to the events of his past, Caleb is a very hardened, closed off individual. He tends to avoid having emotional ties of any sort as he was long ago convinced they would only lead to his undoing by being used against him or weakening his resolve. He primarily keeps to himself: either physically training himself or indulging in his mechanics hobby. When push comes to shove, however, he will assist someone in need as it is in his nature though he is hasty to exit the scene once his 'good deed' has concluded. He is extremely secretive with information regarding his personal life and becomes quite defensive and aggravated when prodded. Despite a generally cold demeanor, hidden deep beneath his frigid exterior is a dark sense of humor along with a kind, thoughtful soul that would do absolutely anything to protect those he cares for though his methods very well may be frowned upon.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Extremely reliable to those he cares for.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Lone wolf/one man show, secretive, PTSD.
》| Likes: Solitude, Quiet, Puzzles, Mechanics, Meaningful Conversations, Working out/being active
》| Dislikes: Government, Military, Small Talk, Posers, Liars, Arrogance
》| Hobbies: Motorcycling, Hiking/Camping, Mechanics, Fixing Things
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》| Superhuman Ability: Cyrokinesis - Caleb possesses the ability to slow the kinetic energy of atoms, thus enabling him to drop the temperature and create ice should moisture be present. In essence this enables him to manipulate and generate ice.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Caleb is capable of dropping temperatures around him to sub zero levels if granted the time to do so (his radius is quite small, only four feet in diameter). This ability enables him to generate ice which he is capable of manipulating by will. He can utilize this ability either offensively in the form of ice stalagmites launched toward an enemy to impale them or defensively in the form of an ice wall to shield him from harm. His ability is also touch based, enabling him to freeze most objects by sheer touch. Water and moisture are very much his friends and his abilities also grant him a natural immunity to frigid temperatures.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: For the most part, Caleb's ability requires his enemy to be within fairly close range as his ability is mostly limited to his four foot radius with the exception of his stalagmites which he can launch as projectiles. If he's working from absolutely nothing, that is having no water present and very little moisture, his abilities take longer to generate ice. It is far more taxing on him to use his abilities at range as he is launching his ice as projectiles to do so. Lastly, he's very vulnerable to extremely high temperatures. Hot days may have the tendency to bother him but his body can handle them just fine, concentrated heat rays, however, are quite detrimental to him.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: Hand to Hand Combat (Master), Fire Arms (Master), Espionage/Under Cover Ops (Intermediate), Tactics (Beginner)
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2018 8:26 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Luci, Bella
》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 23, June
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: Twenty
》| Height: 5'7"
》| Weight: 130lbs
》| Build: Slender
》| Hair Color: Dark Brown
》| Eye Color: Green
》| Skin Tone: Fair
》| Notable Features: None
》| Standard Attire: Comfortable and fitted. Loose t-shirts and leggings.
》| Uniform: Black with piping of team color. Short sleeve cut with long gloves.
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》| Noted Biography: xEverything about her was planned. Her birth was planned. Her parents had married three years before and had tried for almost a year and a half before Lucianna was conceived. She was supposed to be their miracle. Her name was planned, after her grandmother. The colors of the nursery, where she would go to school. Everything.
But, what they didn't plan was her mutation. No human family ever plans that their child will be different. It doesn't matter if they are gay, or transgendered, non-binary, or a mutant. It is never planned. Being what is considered 'normal' is never planned. They wanted healthy. Ten fingers, ten toes, beautiful blue eyes. And that is what they got. She took after her father in complexion, but her mother in beauty and grace. She was a careful, gentle child. She always loved playing with animals and helping her mother garden. She saw beauty in everything she looked at, whether it was a colorful flower or a tiny arachnid.
But when she got older, and the plants in the garden died under her touch. No one could suspect that there was something wrong. Her parents fought, accusing one another of the death that seemed to plague their family, that one of them was at fault for the illness in their house. Her mother was always sick, her father having to work overtime to afford the medical bills that seemed to come up with no answers.
It wasn't until they turned their eyes on her. On their beautiful, perfect, planned child. When had her blue eyes turned green? When had she started to smell so sweet? She was the death in their home, she was the curse, and so, they sent her to live with different relatives. Each one passing her off to the other for only short periods of time. She had to be homeschooled. There was no point of enrolling her publicly for only a few months, and she was dangerous. What if she made one of her classmates sick?
Lucianna started to forget what her parents looked like. She started to act out. If she was seen as imperfect because of something she couldn't control, then maybe she should be imperfect in every other aspect that she could. She hung out with the wrong crowds, partied, drank. Did everything she could to get the attention she had wanted, until she met someone special. Someone who didn't see her as imperfect. And because of those imperfections that he couldn't see, he died. Her kiss, her first kiss, killed him.
That's what put her on the radar of every mutant group out there, and a few anti-mutant fanatics. She was on the run, from the enemy, from people posing as friends, from the police. She needed a place to go, a real safe-haven where her sins could be erased and forgotten, where no one knew her name.
It was at that time that she met a recruiter for Xavier's school. She had been walking home from getting groceries late one night when she met the recruiter. He was kind, but they weren't alone. Xavier wasn't the only one out to find her. It was a narrow escape and a flare of power from both of them to get away from the two that were sent by the Brotherhood to get their hands on her.
She is still adjusting to her new home, but she hopes to learn more about the nature of her abilities and how to control them.
》| Family: Father: William Valentine - Alive
Mother: Alexandria Valentine-Ricci - Alive
Grandmother: Lucianna Ricci - Deceased
Ex-Boyfriend: Aaron Kline - Deceased
》| Team Affiliations: Type here
》| Known Alliances: Blake Tanner; Recruiter
》| Known Enemies: Type here
》| Personality:Luci is generally shy and quiet, she is very reserved and keeps mostly to herself. However, she is highly sympathetic and would be more than happy to be a shoulder to cry on as long as there is a good layer to protect the other person. Though it takes a while to earn her trust, the moment it is earned, she is a very loyal friend. However, because of her own self-worth, she is very pessimistic and insecure. She can be a bit moody, especially depending on the weather because of the lack of social and personal contact she can have with other people.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Luci is protective over other people. She isn't afraid of acting on her own to keep other people safe.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: She is usually unsure and lacks confidence in herself. She is more worried about keep people safe from herself than she is about her own safety.
》| Likes: Plants, music, art, insects.
》| Dislikes: Mushrooms, most soups, rap music.
》| Hobbies: Gardening, playing violin, singing, cooking, collecting butterflies.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Poison Manipulation - Ability to control various poisons that are generated within the glands of the user's skin and saliva.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: She can usually control the level of poisons that surface to her skin but she has never been free of them before. They can have different effects. Not all of her poisons are made to kill, some can cause paralysis, hallucinations, or nausea. She is also immune to her own poisons and toxins, including any other toxin found in nature.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: She can't choose to shut it off, making it hard to have personal, physical relationships with people. She also has to be careful about touching things, because she can leave a poison behind that remains on surfaces for up to an hour. Going over the surface with rubbing alcohol will disperse this. How long the effects of the poison lasts is dependent on her touch. A simple touch lasts five minutes. A kiss will last an hour. Creating the lethal poison drains her of energy and makes her lethargic. And she then cannot create poisons while her body recovers. She is limited to switching two or three times in an extended period of time.
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Because of the poisons, she usually has a naturally sweet or alluring scent about her, unless the chemical makeup changes in the poisons, turning the scent to a sour or bitter one. Unless otherwise stated, her default poison causes hallucinations. When energy levels are low, she cannot create poisons, so these will be rare instances that she is safe to touch once she has washed the poison residue off of her body.
》| Non-powered Abilities: She had recently started gardening again as a way of controlling her abilities. She also started drawing recently as a way to express herself. She grew up playing violin and singing for her family. She has become a good cook because her family refused to cook for her when her powers surfaced. Preserving insects is a hobby that she started when she became more and more isolated from friends and family.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 9:35 am
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Cam
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Mexican Indian/Vietnamese
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 07APR
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 25
》| Height: 5'9"
》| Weight: 165
》| Build: Atheltic/Muscular
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Brown
》| Skin Tone: Tanned/Dark Olive
》| Notable Features:Tattoos along the ribcage and along the left arm.
"Bleed with me and forever you shall be my brother on the left rib cage"
"Courage is not the absence of fear but the knowledge that something else is more important."
Biohazard tattoo with a bite mark and zombified flesh running up from inner forearm to mid bicep.
》| Standard Attire: Polo shirt with shorts or jeans and t-shirt.
》| Uniform: Standard X-Men suit design with slight adjustments. Altered with ballistic and fire retardant fibers.
Modified ballistic underlay. Very similar to Pinnacle's dragon skin ballistic armor. Bullet, blade, and ballistic resistant. Extreme temperature resistant
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》| Noted Biography: Cameron lived a very normal life for the most part save for his parents divorced when he was two. Him and his mother lived with his grandfather until the age of 7. His mother and stepfather married when he was 9 years old. It wasn't one of those horrid 'evil stepparent' story. In fact, him and his step father became close to the point of Cameron being the ring bearer and best man at their wedding.
Throughout most of his youth, Cameron played Football and paintball. He was never the star player when it came to football. He was just your average player. Not destined to go anywhere on a scholarship, but good enough to be on the starting line up.
He had a fondness for paintball. He always idolized the idea of being in the military. It wasn't so much a tradition, as it was that his grandfather, his father figure, served in the Vietnam War. Upon graduating high school, Cameron joined the Army outright to live up to the idolization of his grandfather.
Cameron didn't do anything gungho like special forces or anything snazzy like that. He became a translator and found himself stuck in the FOB, and every so often he would find himself outside the wire, attached to an infantry unit.
During Cam's first deployment, outside the wire, his Humvee was hit by an explosive formed projectile (EFP). Luckily no one was seated where the EFP hit. The door was blown inward and the Humvee was knocked off the road and into a ravine.
It wasn't until he was back on base and being tended to that he was told it was a miracle that he survived. Cam could only remember one moment after the EFP hit. He was submerged underwater and one of his squad mates was trying to undo his seat belt, but the damaged the mechanism and he couldn't cut him out. He vaguely remembered the scene, with no memory of having trouble to breathe. Ultimately he walked out of there with a few scratches, embedded shrapnel and a concussion.
Cameron continued the rest of his deployment in the FOB due to his concussion. Translating as necessary. Unfortunately, if there was nothing to translate, it was cleaning detail.
Amidst the return to the states, Cam took some time to visit friends and family at home. Amidst his visit, he and his friends frequented the town, playing games of 'who could get more numbers', 'who will take someone home,' and 'who can take more shots.'
One night, Cam managed to win two games, who could take more shots, and who could take someone home. He took home a girl named Amelia. They continued a fling the remainder of Cams stay. They decided not to be anything serious, just friends with benefits whenever he was in town.
On Cam's second deployment, spending 400 days in the desert gave him a lot of free time. When he wasn't on mission or tasked out, he was playing with his new found abilities. A lot of fun was had. Mischief was made, and it was his own little secret. It wasn't until towards the end of his second deployment that there were possible combat applications that he began to try out. If he went a third time, he would most definitely work on them more so then.
After his return to the states, his visit home continued the fling with Amelia. As well as much spent time enjoying playing jokes on his friends, who could never understand why the toilet bowl water shot at them as they sat down to drop a turd, or why the ice they poured in their drinks suddenly disappeared.
A month prior to Cam's third and final deployment, Amelia contacted him. She informed him that she was pregnant with his child. She was willing to pay for a paternity test to prove she wasn't trying to lock him down like that. Cam agreed to the paternity test, and reimbursed her after it came back positive. They agreed to keep it, and that they would work things out after he would come back.
While overseas, Cam had sent money back to help care for Amelia during her pregnancy. He also thought over all sorts of things in regards. Was Amelia someone he loved? Would they marry? To be honest, he wasn't sure how he felt. He did however know that he wouldn't want to put their child in a struggle like his parents had. It was random battles of custody when he was younger. If it came down to it, he would prefer to keep it 50/50 custody at minimum and be as active in their life as he could. They also discussed names. When she was born, her name was Katiria.
Amidst the deployment, Cameron came to the realization of his mutation. One day he was translating, only to find out that the children who came to him and the squad he was assigned to for help, their parents had been dismembered and they were free to go. It only turned out to be a ploy to lure U.S. Soldiers into an ambush. The kids were sacrificial sheep too. When they entered the residence with two soldiers, a few seconds passed as an IED detonated, killing both the kids, one of the soldiers, and critically wounding the second.
A firefight erupted and they were caught in an ambush. In the middle of the firefight, Cam's emotions ran rampant as he moved to cover, only to find a burnt and mangled corpse of one of the children. Detonations could be heard throughout the half destroyed house. Frantic and concerned, Cam continued to move from cover to cover trying to find the source. It wasn't until he stared at the ground take a breather that he realized, he didn't necessarily need to. He didn't feel the need to take a breath.
Glancing around the room, he spied the body again, and a small pop occurred next to it. A pocket of oxygen compressed and burst. Dirt and debris shooting outward from the source Cam shifted his gaze to the corner. He focused slightly and could sense himself packing something there, unseen, but he knew it was there. In his mind he released it and another blast occurred. A long several seconds after that, he made his way back to proper positioning along the firing line and returned fire at the hostiles. Their cover was solid and they had the high ground too.
Cam took his hand off the trigger and aimed it up above a group of enemies' location. He felt it, move around him, he could feel it forming. He compressed as much as he could in a single spot, then released. A loud concussive burst erupted. The bricks that the enemies were behind dismantled, and the floor they were on fell through. Cam averted his eyes and after several moments, he looked up. His teammates fired through the smoke, as did he. Hot brass whizzed by his ear and clanged on the ground. Slowly advancing and securing the area, they secured the area.
Reinforcements arrived to cordon off the area and assist with the two soldiers and children. On the move back, Cameron's vision, seemingly have been always in focus, blurred a bit as the adrenaline slowly left his body. Remembering the corpse of the child, he leaned over and vomited in the corner of the APC.
The remainder of the deployment, Cam worked on his ability. Expanding his limits, capabilities and even at times, playing pranks. A couple of times, accidentally sending the base into lock down with air blasts that were a tad bit too loud. Outside of regular duties of course.
As he finished up the deployment he made his way back to the states. With several months left in his contract, he didn't immediately head home for leave but finished and completed his final out. The transition would be fairly difficult to civilian lifestyle.
Upon return, his priority was to see Katiria and discuss things with Amelia. After sitting down for some time and a good couple of weeks, they ultimately decided that to maintain happiness for themselves and their daughter they wouldn't try to force something they both weren't ready for. She did agree to 50/50 custody and shared rights. He would send support when she was with her and he would be able to take her extended periods of time as long as it didn't interrupt school or health.
At this point, Cameron brought it to Amelia's attention that he was a mutant. The news shook her somewhat and they discussed possibilities and options if Katiria had acquired the gene and if it was dormant or if it would ever activate. It was then that Cameron decided he would read out to the Xavier institute so that he could somehow work towards a world for his daughter to look forward to without fear of discrimination.
》| Family: Mother – Alive – [No Mutant Gene]
Father – Alive - [Mutant Gene Recessive]
Step Father – Alive – [No Mutant Gene]
Half Brother – Alive – [No Mutant Gene]
Daughter – Alive – [Mutant Gene Dormant]
Baby Mama – Alive – [No Mutant Gene]
》| Team Affiliations: Type here
》| Known Alliances: To soon discover
》| Known Enemies: To soon discover
》| Personality:Cameron is very tolerant of people's beliefs and feels that education is the key to peace. He also firmly believes that a smile is the best contagion to spread if possible.
Talks to inanimate objects and is always inappropriate at the worst times. A walking sexual harassment case with all the jokes and innuendos made. Always forgets to close the overhead kitchen cabinets. Ironically started saying “ballin' “ and “got 'em.”
If he feels the benefit is not worth the effort, he will either not do it, or put in only enough effort to match the benefit.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Good at following leadership, as well as being a leader. Willing to listen and adapt those ideals into his own to make things easier.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Refusing tasks are troublesome and often overloads himself. Overly trusting of people he's just met. Overly forgiving of those who've wrong him, sometimes leading to being used. Sometimes disregards self care mentally/emotionally to ensure others are okay/happy. If physical injuries are sustained, will push himself through it despite probably further injury.
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》| Dislikes: Anyone who hurts someone else for their own benefit/amusement. People who can't take a joke. Whole tomatoes. “white people Mexican food,” watching sports, people with poor work ethic.
》| Hobbies: Shooting, star gazing, drinking, women, socializing, betting, making people laugh, cooking, puns, and dad jokes.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Able to manipulate the oxygen within a 30 foot radius. Immune to effects of the Oxygen manipulation (i.e. depletion or poisoning). Can create oxygen as necessary.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: A wide variety of uses. Able to harmlessly neutralize a group of hostiles, corrode metal objects/weapons, disable a hydro by removing the oxygen from the water or pyrokinetic user by removing oxygen from the atmosphere. Can support allied pyrokinetics. Can compress pockets of oxygen and release them to rapidly expand and cause concussive bursts. Can create dense walls of oxygen to help wall and stave off stray debris/shrapnel (but no major projectile or heavy debris/shrapnel). Can force oxygen to his own muscles to prevent fatigue or need to stop to 'catch his breath.' Can breathe underwater by siphoning the oxygen out of the water into his own lungs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Range limited to a 30' foot radius. Needs to be very conscientious of allies near pockets of oxygen or pockets without oxygen. Allies can not tell where there is or isn't oxygen unless directly told. Even still, difficult to pinpoint the area for allies to know.
Stray pockets can be ignited by outside sources, by environment and enemies.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes:
》| Non-powered Abilities: Army Acquired:
Marksmanship (Expert)
Translator/Linguistics (Expert)
Vietnamese (Fluent)
Farsi (Fluent)
Interrogation (Intermediate)
Wilderness Survival (Beginner)
Mopping/Janitorial Cleaning (Godlike)
Other than Military Acquired:
Cooking (Expert)
Parenting (Intermediate)
Origami (Expert) [paper airplanes only]
Typing (Expert)
Gardening (Intermediate)
Botany (Beginner)
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↘↘xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Zuzus Bakery
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 9:53 am
Scooby
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Randy
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 6th, December
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: Seventeen
》| Height: 6'3"
》| Weight: 180 lbs
》| Build: Lanky
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Hazel
》| Skin Tone: Peachy
》| Notable Features:None
》| Standard Attire: Tshirts and jeans
》| Uniform: Standard uniform
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》| Noted Biography: Randal Grew up in Utah, and was part of a rather large and, to many people, unconventional family. How ever unconventional others found it, it was normal to Randal in his younger years. His family were Mormons who followed the practice of polygamy. His mother was his father's fourth wife out of six, and Randal was the fifth child out of fourteen and only had one full blooded sibling.
It wasn’t until Randal began socializing with people outside of his community that he realized the whole situation was slightly odd. Unbeknownst to him, his mother was already fighting to try and get him and his sister out of the community before Leah would be old enough to be promised to someone. It was an outdated practice and deeply frowned upon, but their father didn’t seem to care.
It wasn’t until Randal turned ten that they were able to leave and try to start over. The three moved to Colorado to try and start over. It was a hard time for the single mother and her children. Jossilyn took multiple jobs to try and support them. In her new found freedom she also began dating. Some of the men were nice, others were not so much. For a few years, there seemed to be a stream of men in and out of the house until Jossilyn met Frank.
Frank was nice, and always seemed to have money, although he never really worked. Jossilyn didn’t seem to question it much, considering she was able to quit all but her one job as a waitress at a local diner.
It was around this time that Randal’s mutation began to show itself. The flowers Frank brought for Jossilyn lived much longer than they should have, and other houseplants thrived. Being proud of what he could do, he showed bother his mother and Frank what he could do, making a small seedling sprout right before their eyes. Both were amazed with this, and Frank even offered to show Randal his own private ‘garden’, as their apartment didn’t have much yard space to start Randal his own.
A few weeks later, Randal was off with Frank. While there were some flowers in Franks private ‘garden’ most were just weeds. At a pure twelve years old, Randal didn’t understand that the weeds were actually drugs. Wanting to make his ner father figure proud, Randal began to help grow these odd smelling plants, making them stronger and less likely to wither and die.
For two years this continued until Randal found out what these plants really were. Having been sheltered for most of his life, it was his neighborhood friends that enlightened him to what he was helping to grow, even going as far to ask the teen if he could score them some. Trying to be the cool guy, he did manage to snag some for them to do. It took several days for them to actually figure out how to process it into something.
One smoke was all it took to get young Randal hooked. He enjoyed the feeling, so much so that he began to take more for himself and his friends. This went on for a few more years before everything went downhill. Abd boy did it really go downhill.
At sixteen he watched as DEA officers ransacked his home as his mother and Frank waited in handcuffs. After finding much more than the legal limit in the home, both were carted off to jail and both Leah and Randal were placed into the system. Jossilyn received three years in jail and Frank ten.
With nowhere else to go, the two children were to be shipped back to their grandparents in Utah. Randal knew that nothing would be able to stop them from handing bother back to their father. Randal’s saving grace was the academy. A representative contacted them, claiming that he was extremely gifted and had gotten accepted into the academy.
However, Leah was not as lucky. Randal is counting down the days until he turns eighteen so he can legally claim his sister and pull her back out of the community. Or at least try.
》| Family: Jossilyn Barlow
Amos Barlow
Other Mothers
Ada Barlow
Galilee Barlow
Trinity Barlow
Sariah Barlow
Eden Barlow
Brothers/Sisters:
Bart Barlow
Oakley Barlow
Madelyn Clark
Clara Evans
Isaiah Barlow
Wyatt Barlow
Spencer Barlow
Elijah Barlow
Payslee Barlow
Hannah Barlow
Gideon Barlow
Porter Barlow
Leah Barlow
》| Team Affiliations: Atlas
》| Known Alliances:
》| Known Enemies:
》| Personality:Randal like to think of himself as a laid back person despite what his younger years were. He does still like to get high seeing as it helps him cope with some anxiety issues. He will try to be friends with just about anyone, even if they don't like him all that much. Humor is a big thing for him, and he loves to make people laugh.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Randal is a big DIY man. He can macgyver many things and prides himself on being a problem solver. Even if the solutions are slightly lazy. Being a stoner, he can make a delicious meal out of just about anything.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: Because he is a stoner, he does have a tendency to forget things. One major issue is him forgetting names. It takes him multiple meetings to successfully relate names to faces. He's not the best with math.
》| Likes: Good food, mostly sweet and crunchy things like cereal, botany, weeds, mushrooms, movies.
》| Dislikes: Onions, country music, math class, swimming.
》| Hobbies: Growing and crossbreeding plants, playing guitar, videogames.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Flora Manipulation: Randal is able to control plants and make them grow. He can use them as weapons and in some cases as shields. He can also do some cross breeding of plants by manipulating what pollen gets accepted into a plant.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Randal is strongest when manipulating vines in battle. They're the plants that 'listen' to his the most. The closer he is to a plant the faster he can make it grow. He can repair plants, and even help those that are close to being dead. He can also make seeds grow without soil as long as he is holding it, though these are quick to wither and die. Core strengthening of a plant is crucial for his using them in battle. For battle he can weave plants together to create a shield, and the ability to manipulate the core strength of the plants can determine what blows the plants can take. When using his vines for attacking, he can either whip the enemy, throw them, or restrain them, and in some extreme cases he can break bones with them. Usually when he fights, he moves his own body in conjunction with the plants, feeling that its easier to 'tell' the plants what to do if he does the movement himself.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Randal must be touching the ground where he is growing or attempting to control the plants, either with his bare feet or hands. His plant growing is susceptible to fire and extremely cold weather. Fire, of course, will burn the plants, and colder weather or even an ice ability can cause them not to grow at all. He can sprout some plants and flowers from concrete, but they are they ones he works with the most, and even in those situations they are more fragile and take more time to cultivate and will wither more quickly. There has to be the potential for plant life to grow where he is attempting to grow them, a reason he carries a bag of plant seeds with his. Anything bigger than a bush is too much for his to grow in a few moments, making trees useless to his. He can only control up to eight plants at a time. Crossbreeding pollination is something he is still working on, and it still not sure if the plant breed will work or not. His plants are susceptible to bullets, but depending on the density, they can slow them.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes:
》| Non-powered Abilities: First aid/CPR
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↘↘xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Wise Old Oak Tree
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2018 6:15 pm
Kinesis
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Jimmy
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: May 26th
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 20
》| Height: 5'10"
》| Weight: 165 lbs
》| Build: Athletic
》| Hair Color: Brown
》| Eye Color: Pale green
》| Skin Tone: Fair
》| Notable Features:Type here
》| Standard Attire: While he will occasionally allow his parents to dress him in preppy clothes, typically he can be found in a t-shirt and jeans.
》| Uniform: spandex
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》| Noted Biography: James was born to the wealthy Grayhaven family, and was well taken care of for the most part. His parents did their best for him, but weren't able to give him the proper love and affection as they were too busy with various things. For the first six or so years of his life, James was raised by the household staff. It wasn't until his abilities started to manifest that his parents took notice. It was small things at first, but they grew concerned nonetheless.
His father tried everything he could think of to contain the potential incidents. Hired more and more people to try and get to the root of the problem and if possible cure it. Throwing thousands at research, his parents grew distant once more. How could people of their station be expected to have such a dark stain on their lineage? While they were distant, James grew increasingly introverted. This didn't help his powers one bit, and after a particularly nasty outburst with his powers, his parents did the unthinkable and sent him away to a mental institute, thinking it was all in his head.
Spending the next several months in the institute, they weren't equipped to deal with him, and James managed to escape onto the streets. Wanting to put as much distance between himself and his parents, James left the city and traveled around for a little bit as best he could with no money. He fell in with the wrong group of people on more than one occasion, but for a young teenager, he managed. Settling down with one group for awhile, James grew close to one in particular, a girl around his age.
She turned out to be a mutant as well, and one whose powers were much easier to hide. He did whatever was asked of him to remain close to her and they dated briefly. Unfortunately after awhile it became obvious that they were using him for his powers, her included, and he left once again brokenhearted. Wandering around aimlessly for another year or so up to his mid-late teens, eventually he was discovered by one Charles Xavier. It didn't take much convincing to bring James back to his school.
Living at the school, James felt safe for the first time in a long time and let his guard down after awhile. Living there full time, it was his home and he never expected to hear from any of his family again. Yet one faithful day about a year ago, James spotted his parents at the school with a little girl. Apparently he had a little sister that was starting to show signs of a mutation as well, and they'd heard about the school. The reunion was far from a happy one at first, but his parents seemed truly repentant, and wanted him back in their life.
After a rocky start, James found that his sister was just the thing that he needed to help repair his estranged relationship with his parents. While he never moved back home, he did allow them the chance to make up for lost time. Life was good for once, it almost seemed to good to be true. Now he just had to let himself be happy, if that was even possible.
》| Family: Father - Derek Grayhaven - 48
Mother - Jane Grayhaven - 45
Little Sister - Gabriella 'Gabby' Grayhaven - 7 (Super Speed)
》| Team Affiliations: Atlas
》| Known Alliances: Aurie,
》| Known Enemies:
》| Personality: James is a rather calm and level headed individual. While he is friendly, it can be a little harder to earn his trust, once you do he is a loyal friend. Believes in a greater good, and is willing to put his life on the line when it matters. While not quite fearless, he is rather brave.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths: Friendly, Calm, Brave.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: While friendly, he can be a little emotionally distant with strangers. Puts his friends before himself typically. Doesn't trust easily.
》| Likes: Reading, His little sister, Classical music, Chess, Movies
》| Dislikes: Stuffy clothes, Attending social events, Gossip
》| Hobbies: Reading, Playing the piano, Exploring/Traveling, Chess, Flying
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》| Superhuman Ability: Telekinesis by definition is the ability to move things with ones mind. James is able to do that among other things. He can simulate flight by lifting himself up, he can create shields of varying strength, he can release 'pushes' of varying force and size, he is skilled enough in it's use to be able to do little things with his powers such as turning the volume knob on a set of speakers. He is even able to use his ability to augment his physical prowess by creating small shields around his hands or giving a little push behind limbs to make them move a little faster. Using his hands provides greater control over his ability but is hardly necessary.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Because of the versatility of his powers James is suited for a multitude of different situations. He is particularly adept with the push and levitating portions of his powers with his shield creating not far behind. Given that his mind is his weapon he is limited by that only and therefore has the potential for his powers to grow higher.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: His powers are affected by the state of his mind to an extent and therefore if he is stressed or something of that nature his powers could be a little unpredictable. Despite his abilities he still has his limits and surpassing those can put him in harms way. His shields are strong, but they cannot stand up to prolonged assault for real long before he reaches his limit. A sure sign of him reaching his limit is a nosebleed though the blood is not restricted to his nose. If he continues to push forward despite his limits then it won't be long before blood comes out of other areas like his eyes or ears.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: Self Defense - Basic
Piano - Intermediate
Chess - Intermediate
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↘↘xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sora Kazama
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 9:32 pm
Void
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Monikers: Quin
》| Gender: Male
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: Irish
》| Birthday: 29, February
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 20
》| Height: 6'1"
》| Weight: 185 lbs
》| Build: Muscular,fit,athletic
》| Hair Color: light brown
》| Eye Color: Blue
》| Skin Tone: Tan
》| Notable Features:Scars on various parts of his body
》| Standard Attire: Comfortable and doesn't restrict movement
》| Uniform: Black with accents in his team color
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》| Noted Biography: Quintin's family resides on Torc mountain around Killarney, Ireland. It was a good place for a family of mutants to be. Allowed them space away from prying eyes and a nice place to not have to hide who they are. It made growing up much easier when he and his siblings powers would awaken. And unlike other mutants having a family of mutants left the fear of new powers and rejection by ones family non existent.
The Callahan family isn't wealthy nor are they poor. They grew up very comfortable neither hurting for things nor lavishly. They lead a more practical life leaving Quintin with respect for the things he was given or earned. His parents also instilled a strong work ethic so Quintin isn't afraid to work hard for things he wants. They were your typical loving family along with their dogs.
Thanks to being raised by parents who were mutants. He was trained from a young age in all things. Both powered, non-powered, physical, and mental. Jacob and Nora believed it took a strong mind and body deal with and control ones abilities. And that one can't totally rely on their abilities. His parents were also thankful non of their kids developed overtly destructive powers.
Quintin was trained in kickboxing and wrestling as a child. Along with survival and basic medical
by his Mother. His father taught them the more academic things like science and maths. English
was taken care of by both but much of it was left to their primary school teachers.
Their family spent time mostly to themselves. Quintin and his siblings attended primary school in the near by town on Killarney. But as rising tensions between mutants and humans the family became more and more careful about who they interacted with and keeping their powers under wraps.
Despite all this it didn't stop the family from going on trips to the lake every year during the summers. Even though their friends outside of the family were becoming rarer and rarer till only the closest friends of the family stayed around. It did help those were the ones that knew about the families abilities.
When Quentin was 14 their family was attacked by a group of anti-mutant fascists. Their family were separated in the attack. Quintin himself was taken by them. He was held captive by them for months believing his family dead. Despite it not being healthy he has blamed himself for not being strong enough to protect himself or his family. He was later rescued by the X Men who had come to Ireland on the request of Moira Mactaggert when she found out they had been kidnapping mutant children. Beating them and trying to brainwash them into believing mutants like themselves were abominations. So they would use their abilities to rid the world of others of their kind. This left Quintin with more then a few scars on his body.
Once free Quintin taken back to the Xavier's school in America along with some of the others. Thanks to his previous training with his family it helped the boy get into the swing of things at Xavier's physically. Mentally on the other hand it took time to help him get past what happened with his family. It took a lot to keep him at the mansion when he was told there was a chance his family was still alive as according to reports no bodies were found. So Quintin threw himself into training and getting better he had to get out there and find his family.
Eventually he started opening up to the other students and spending more time being a kid. Making friends and having some fun all the while still training. His hopes that one day he will see his family again and wanting to be out searching for them, lead to his becoming a recruiter. His powers naturally lent themselves to this task as he could neutralize the powers of any mutants he was sent to recruit. All the while on his recruiting missions he would put out feelers in hopes he would find leads to the where abouts of his lost family. As tensions rise he has found himself more and more around New York around the school.
And despite his desire to find his family Quintin still does his best to live his life as he knows his family would want him to be happy as much as to find them.
》| Family: Nora Callahan, Mother, Mutant, Ability Healing/Harm
Jacob Callahan, Father, Mutant, Ability Alchemy
Micheal Callahan, Older Brother, Mutant, Ability Duplication of others.
Sara Callahan, Younger Sister, Mutant, Ability Duplication of Self
》| Team Affiliations: Type here
》| Known Alliances: Blake (recruiter friends), More to come later
》| Known Enemies: Mutant hate groups
》| Personality:Quintin is generally a respectful individual, though that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to trash talk and cut loose. He is very protective of those he cares about. And is known for being a charmer when the occasion arises.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths:He is very protective, empathetic and charming. Type here
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses:Due to his past he can be very guarded on what he is feeling. So if he is sad or depressed he will always do his best to hide the fact. And secretly fears others being taken away like his family was. Can also be self deprecating.
》| Likes: Most all food, Raspberries are his favorite fruit, Playing the violin/fiddle, video games on occasion, and reading, and animals, acrobatics
》| Dislikes: Hate groups of any kind, Cigarettes, ever feeling helpless
》| Hobbies: Playing the violin/fiddle, learning new skills, wood working (made his own violin and fiddle.) And generally trying to fix broken things.
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》| Superhuman Ability: Power Manipulation Aka Power Amplification and Nullification
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: He can boost or suppress all abilities in an area of about 40 yard radius from himself. He can also if need be choose to boost and or suppress up to 6 individuals at much longer ranges. It goes without saying his own powers don't affect themselves.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: When using his ability to boost or negate and area he can only choose to not affect or use the opposite on 2 other people. If using his power on an area the effect will last only as he concentrates on it or it will end immediately. If choosing to affect individuals he must initially be able to see them. It will last as long as he focuses on it and if not the affects will last for short time afterward about 15 minutes. He is working on increasing that.
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》| Non-powered Abilities: Kickboxing and wrestling, Acrobatics, Archery, Wood working, Survival skills, Fairly skilled/handy with a knife in and out of combat, Playing the violin/fiddle, Can sing though certainly nothing amazing according to himself. Fluent in Gaelic and French, knows a little spanish.
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