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Gaia Name: Ariene Whippwillow

Name: Jiana Karen Dorvil (Ji for short)

Age: 19

Alignment: Team Tommorrow. She has lots of second thoughts about it though. She agrees with what Admon did, but she doesn't agree with how he went about it.

Special Abilities: Photographic memory, ability to retain and process specific information, sharp, technical mind, computer savvy.

Codename: Tech (or Techie)

Appearance: Jiana has short, dark brown almost black hair with tan skin. She has dark green eyes. She wears white tanktops with a grey zip up jacket and blue jeans. She's about 5' 4" tall. She doesn't use her costume much, because she is usually behind the scenes, she rarely has to deal with fights. Jiana doesn't exercise much because she is usually at a desk, so shes got a little pudge around the middle.

Sexual Orientation: Straight (The previous question mark was to inquire why you needed to know that.)

Personality: Jiana is not very talkative. If she has to talk she will, but there's no idle chatter involved and she doesn't ramble. She's open to all ideas and can pinpoint flaws in any course of action, even if they are minor.
She is a hopeless dreamer. She likes to explain her new and future inventions to anyone who would listen, and get ideas of how they would be flawed. Now she can talk about it, since they know that she's a nova, she doesn't have to hide it.

History: No one ever knew Jiana was a genius until she was discovered as a nova. She would build advanced technology with scrap metal and then take it apart, so no one would know she was smart. She did, however, keep blue prints and sketches of her inventions, so she could rebuild them when she got older. Maybe.
When they did find out that she was a nova, her parents sent her to the school and she hasn't heard from them, or any of her school friends since. Ji hopes, though, that they will get in touch with her one day.



Sample Roleplay: Jiana hummed a little tune. She was pretty sure she was alone, or she wouldn’t have started that pointless jingle. As she hummed, she figured that it couldn’t be classified as a melody, since it had no rhythm, or any repetitive notes.
She was in her room, which was some what small and comfortable- just the way she liked it. It was square, she decided, with a twin bed in the right corner and a desk the opposite of it. Two symmetrical windows were on the back wall, facing out onto the back gardens. She was glad they were there too. She would have something to gaze at while she was trying to fall asleep. There were white curtains on the windows, they were always open.
On the desk was her laptop, which was white and orange, not black as people would expect of her. It wasn’t as high tech as she’d like it to be, but it served the purposes she had for it.
In the right hand corner was a cup of pencils that were sharpened perfectly, she never used them.
On another wall was a dresser with a mirror. To the right of the dresser was a small closet she used for her summer clothes, her winter ones were in the dresser. She had no posters or personal paintings on the wall; she had no use of them.
Jiana’s fingers flew across the keys of her laptop; she was trying to hack into some security cameras. The cameras were in a bank in Azerbaijan, she hoped it would work and there would be people using the building for some type of training.
A few minutes later, she was severely disappointed when the cameras seemed unable to operate. Probably smashed by trees, she supposed, but there was no way to find out.


(Better or worse?)

((Round 2 - made the requested changes and also re-worked the sample a bit as the other one had the 'eye thing' going on - hope this works))

Gaia Name: Cat69

Name: Leila Marie Fairweather

Age: 26

Alignment: Team Tomorrow

Special Abilities: Weather Manipulation and Control
Leila can create, and alter weather conditions. It is easiest for her to alter an already existing weather to strengthen or weaken or reverse it, depending on the strength of it (i.e. if it’s an extremely strong storm system it’s very difficult and exhausting for her). If it’s a small system, like a rain shower, it’s easy for her to dissolve it and make it a beautiful day or feed it and turn it into a vicious storm. The strength of her ability is also dependent on proximity – within an area of one or two square kilometres her power is strongest but beyond that it deteriorates rapidly, although through her training the area has grown from what it was when she initially erupted.

While she can create strong systems like storms and hurricanes, it can be difficult for her to control and direct them if she spreads them over too large a distance or feeds them too much power. Even she is not entirely sure of all the limits of her power as she tries to never lose control - it happened once and she swore it would never happen again, though she has come close several times since.

Through her training at Galvan, Leila was able to gain a fine enough control over wind that she can manipulate air currents to lift her into the air. Though not ‘flying’ per se it is the easiest way to describe it. She rarely does this however, unless she absolutely has to, as it takes a lot of concentration and if her focus slips enough she could easily fall to her death. As a result of her particular ability she is able to channel lightning through her body and direct it where she wants – it’s not exactly comfortable for her to do this but it doesn’t harm her.

In addition, although not a power it is related to her eruption, her eyes can change colour when she uses her power. She has learned to control this for the most part but it can be a good indicator of when she is beginning to lose control over her power, as she no longer bothers to, or can’t, keep them from changing colour.

Codename: Torrent

Costume: While in her costume, Leila looks like she’s about to go for a ride on one of her motorcycles. She would prefer no costume at all but she was told she needed one. A compromise was made and her costume consists of black leather pants with a silver streak down the outside of each leg, a form-fitting black leather jacket with the silver streaks running down each arm and the sides of the body of the jacket, underneath she usually wears a tank top, and fairly flat, black, knee high boots that also have the silver streak. The TT symbol is unobtrusively emblazoned in silver on each shoulder of her jacket. All of her outerwear has been made to keep her warm when she takes herself high enough for the air to be frigid, to protect from most man-made weapons (knives, bullets etc) and her boots have added insulation in the soles to help her ground the electrical charge when she channels lightning through herself.

Appearance: She is a very striking young woman and tends to stand out. She has a mass of very long, blonde hair; her eyes are (usually) a clear sky blue. She seems to have a permanent tan from spending so much time outside. She is tall, standing just shy of 6'0"; she is slim and extremely toned and she works hard to keep herself in shape. Her build is obvious because she tends to wear form fitting clothes but not in an effort to flaunt her body –she doesn’t really need any help in that department – she just hates it when extra fabric gets in her way. She has a penchant for leather skirts, pants and jeans and she most often wears plain, fitted tank tops. As she has matured, her wardrobe has slightly as well and on occasion, and when necessary, she will dress in a more reserved manner. She has an eclectic collection of tattoos running up her arms and across her upper back – they range from Celtic symbols, to a traditional Japanese koi fish, to several small flowers, to a crescent moon which is at the center of all of the tattoos at the base of her neck. Despite the range in subjects they all seem to flow together well.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual – she’s never really dated seriously though, just casual flings

Personality: She tries not to let anyone walk on her and hates seeing it when other people let it happen to them; she is quick to anger when she sees this happening, or anytime she sees someone demeaning someone else. Most people assume she is extremely vain because of her appearance but she seems to be surprisingly unaware of it - she often received negative, and positive though unwanted, attention while growing up – and refused to let it be what defined her. She tries to defend people whenever she feels they’re being treated unfairly; she is just as able in defending someone with her fists as she is with words. Generally, she is very laidback, mostly likely thanks to her West Coast upbringing, and is happiest when she is riding her motorcycle or sitting around a campfire with family or friends eating grilled salmon, her favourite food, and drinking beer.

History: Born and raised in and around Vancouver, BC, Canada, Leila had a relatively normal childhood. Her parents were both happy, caring individuals with professional careers. She was the oldest of three kids (one brother, one sister) and until she was about fifteen it seemed she was going to remain a happy, carefree person. When she started high school however, something changed with her. She would spend hours on end in the auto-shop class garage, skipping her other classes, and quickly took up with an older, slightly rougher crowd. The moment she could, she got a part-time job with a mechanic, saving up her money quickly to buy her first motorcycle when she could get her license. She started taking road-trips with these new friends and hanging out at bars with them – with her height and looks she could get in almost anywhere, no questions asked. Her parents, afraid of losing their daughter, actually found themselves being absorbed into the biker community along with her, which helped keep their tight-knit relationship in place. They supported her as much as possible – only getting truly upset with her when she actually started getting into fights, though it was usually with some guy who tried unsuccessfully to hit on her and took things way too far (especially when they didn’t realise how young she was). At seventeen, she dropped out of school and started working full time for a mechanic who specialised in motorcycles. Her skills and reputation grew over the next few years and right before her twentieth birthday, the mechanic she worked for opened a second shop and put her in charge of it.

Through this transition of hers, Leila was able to keep up her friendships with her long-time school friends, going camping with them almost as often as she went on road trips. It was actually on a camping trip (to belatedly celebrate her twentieth birthday as she’d been occupied with her new job when it actually happened) to Saltspring Island that her Nova abilities erupted. She and her friends were out wakeboarding and Leila was having a really bad day on the water, causing her temper to simmer just below the surface. Unnoticed by anyone, as Leila got angrier, the sky above them got darker and darker. It came to a head when, immediately after a huge wipe-out, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky and hit the motor of their boat causing it to erupt into flames. Fortunately, no one was hurt and everyone wrote it off as a freak accident. It wasn’t until a number of these weather related coincidences (though none quite as dramatic or potentially fatal) had occurred that anyone considered the possibility that maybe someone was unwittingly causing them. This idea was confirmed shortly after its birth when Leila received a letter from Galvan, inviting her to attend the school.

With a fair bit of trepidation, Leila accepted the invitation and hit the road on her bike to the original Galvan Nova Academy. As it turned out, she was very happy there; she finished her high school education and some university level courses. When she graduated she was asked to stay on and help teach the younger students, a position she accepted quite happily. For a few years she worked with the students on developing and controlling their abilities, all the while also strengthening her own, and, not surprisingly, teaching an auto-shop class. Eventually however, the lure of her old life in Vancouver pulled away from the school.

At twenty-three she returned home, she thought permanently, and took up her job with the same mechanic once more. For a year and a half she threw herself into work, relishing the challenges it presented. She caught up with her old friends, both the bikers and school friends, and her frequent mini-trips started once more. Quite abruptly one day, she announced she was taking a trip by herself on her bike. Within a week of this announcement she was gone and nobody was sure where. She sent the occasional mass e-mail to let people know she was still okay and having a good trip but never included any details of where she was.

When she returned, a little over a year later, she seemed to be the same but slightly more introspective. She happily showed people the photos of everywhere she’d been. They were almost all scenery shots with the odd one of Leila in front of some landmark or other. Another figure showed up repeatedly in the photos but she, and it was definitely a she, was always blurry and cut off at the edge of the photo. Anytime someone asked about the woman Leila always laughingly denied having any idea who she was and said that whoever asked was imagining things.

“So there’s a blurry woman at the edge of a couple photos, because you know there were no other people at the places I visited,” was the usual type of response. Gradually people accepted this explanation and actually started laughing about it as well.

Once again, Leila settled happily into her old life, occasionally taking week-, or so, long trips by herself in addition to her weekend expeditions. Until the recent upheaval it seemed that Leila was going to be staying around for a long time. However, after Adriana’s stunt Leila’s life was turned upside down. She had been away on one of her trips when it occurred but returned very quickly after saying she didn’t want to be away from the people she cared about with everything that was going on. All of her friends and her family stuck by her through the ensuing chaos and defended her to her detractors. At what was probably the worst point, government officials from the States showed up at her shop and started questioning her about Adriana’s location since she’d been a ‘known associate’ of hers at Galvan. Leila vehemently denied knowing anything and the officials backed off. Slightly suspiciously to her, an invitation to join TT arrived shortly after this. With some slight urging from those closest to her and largely for her own reasons she accepted the Galvan Corporation’s invitation once more and picked up her life to move to Washington.

She is very conflicted about the current situation. While attending Galvan, she was friends with Adriana and in a team with Admon and their views certainly affected her opinions regarding Novas and humans. She might have been influenced more but for two keys reasons – first, she was older than both of them (one of older Novas to erupt at the time, in fact) and, as such, her opinions and morals were quite well established within herself and second, she had, and still has, very close ties to her friends and family and her loyalties lie almost entirely with them. She joined TT so that she would be able to do whatever she could to protect them – if she didn’t have such a close relationship with them however, she doesn’t entirely know where she would have ended up. And, if anything does happen to them in the future, depending on who harmed them, she could easily change her loyalties – after exacting her revenge on the group/person at fault.

Sample Roleplay:
Leila examined her reflection in the large mirror on the door of her closet and sighed. She looked absurd. Why had she agreed to wear this ridiculous outfit? Unhappily she tugged a little at the sleeves as if it would somehow change how she looked. Her focus shifted from her own reflection to the room behind her – her new home. The small suite had just about everything she could want, everything she’d asked for. The Galvan Corporation had been more than happy to accommodate her every request and had even said that she could work in the garage in the complex as often as she wanted to when she wasn’t out on a mission or training. This had been the right choice to make, she was going to be able to help and protect people by coming here. Still, she couldn’t shake this unsettled feeling she’d had since she’d arrived several days earlier – her mood had been as dull and dreary as the incessant rain that had been coming down since she reached the state on her bike.

Sighing, she shifted her focus back to her own reflection. Her mood was stamped clearly on her features – not good. It wouldn’t do to show up to her first meeting not looking eager to get to work. With a brusque nod of her head, Leila shook off her dark mood and straightened her posture, drawing herself up to her full height. Maybe she didn’t look quite as bad as she originally thought, the outfit that had been made for her, fit perfectly and wasn’t as outlandish as some of the ones she’d seen since she’d arrived. A glance at the digital clock on the table beside her bed told her it was time to go.

She was meeting with some, officials, or organisers, or something. Once she’d been told the time and place she’s sort of tuned out the rest of the spiel she was being given. As far as she could tell, these people wanted to assess her powers – something she didn’t quite understand as they’d had ample opportunity for that when she studied and worked at the Academy. She supposed they needed to update their file on her.

With one final glance in the mirror, she turned and left her quarters, heading to the large windowless, training room, on the top floor of the building. She didn’t really understand why they’d insisted on having her demonstrate her abilities indoors if they wanted to get a full understanding of her strength. She could create weather indoors but it always felt wrong to her and it limited what she was able to do. However, despite her explanations they’d wanted at least the initial appraisal done in the training room. Lost in thought, she padded silently through the carpeted corridors, concentrating only slightly on directions she’d been given and mostly on wondering what was in store for her in her future now that she’d essentially declared allegiance to the ‘baselines’.

Gaia Name: George Crux (I have changed one of my mules to make it easier)

Name: George Crux

Age: 25

Alignment: Suffra, barely. Devia Corporation

Special Abilities: Sonic manipulation. In the most basic terms, George can control the path, and intensity of sound. Dampening it down to nothing, or amplifying it to a deafening roar and physical wave. It is, however, manipulation and not creation. Without ambient sound to work with, he would be powerless in this aspect. It also takes time to amplify sound, so it is not as if he has an unlimited amount of munitions in any given situation. In the right place, however . . .

Just for comparison purposes, here is a chart of decibel levels- the measurement of how loud a sound is.

1 - The smallest difference between sounds detectable by the human ear
10 - A light whisper
20 - A quiet conversation
30 - A normal conversation
40 - Light traffic
50 - Loud conversation
60 - Shouting
70 - Heavy Traffic
80 - Loud noise; subways, rock concerts
90 - Very loud; thunder
100 - Jet engine takeoff; temporarily deafening
140 - Extremely loud, painful, deafening

It is also possible to feel sound as a physical force. Anybody that has been near a large speaker that was turned up can tell you of the way wind is created by the sound. This is not possible unless a large amount of sound is concentrated, or expelled. While it is something George is capable of, without a very loud source to draw upon, it is typically a single shot situation. With such a large amount of sonic power, it becomes visible to the naked (human) eye. Seen as a confined ripple, imagine looking straight down a glass of water as you bump the table it is on, only the ripples do not dissapate.

Other abilities include amplification of sound- meaning he can make a conversation louder from a distance, but only to a certain degree. If a sound is raised above around 15 decibels, all quality is lost as the sound evens out. While is starts as a conversation, if raised too much, it will become a single tone.

The inverse is also possible, though. Calling it his 'Null Shell,' George can reduce sound around him to nil, literally cancelling out the sounds in his immediate area, to a radius of ten feet. He has no control over the range of this as of yet; it is merely like a switch. Should the cancellation be enacted, it is on in a spherical area.

As a side effect of the advanced sound capability, George's hearing is greatly amplified. Able to hear a fraction of a decibel, his hearing rivals that of any Nova documented. Also his hearing extends beyond the upper and lower limits of the human ear, making him capable of hearing both Super and Ultrasonic tones.

Unable to control that, however, he was forced to have a limiter surgically set into his inner ears. Three settings are available to him via subdermal control in his hand. Off, allowing him to use his full hearing, Partial, which keeps his hearing close to normal human and allowing him to live a 'normal' life, and Full, wheras his hearing is protected should he be in a loud noise situation. He is unaware of anybody having access to his control but him as it is fused into his being, and is biotechnology developed by the Devia Corporation.

Recently, he has begun to experiment with developing a form of sonar. Combining his hearing with mild sounds (often out of human range), he is able to discern some extremely basic information of his surroundings. This is an ability that can be developed, but not one that is instinctual to his Nova status or abilities.

Codename: Octave

Appearance/Costume: Basic - Since joining Devia, his look has become much more robust. Filling out his near six foot tall frame, he is of slightly heavier than medium build. Muscular, but in a toned way as opposed to a wall of muscle. Typically he keeps his light brown hair crew-cut, mostly for convenience. His face is adorned by a 'Fu-Man-Chu' style mustache of a light red hue, appearing more intense as his skin is rather pale. Not due to any disease, George is not a fan of sunlight, and as such it shows in how pale he has become. His eyes, however, are a striking ice blue. In fact, at first glance some would even think him blind.

Civillian - When out in public, he is rarely fashonable, but acceptable. Favoured clothes include tee-shirts with sayings or comic book charecter insignias on them (which he feels is hilariously blasphemous), jeans or cargo pants, and tennis shoes. It is very rare for him to be outside without a ball cap and sunglasses on, as he has an aversion to bright light. It is not a physical problem, just a preference- George likes it dark. When the weather allows, he enjoys wearing a duster (leather trenchcoat) that is not a single tailored piece, but rather a patchwork look of many odd shaped pieces of leather. All of it a dark tan, but still giving a haphazard appearance.

Devia - When in full 'regailia' of Octave, however, he dons a different look. Wearing a suit of matching colours, he is typically found in graphite grey. Boots to a visor over his eyes, the color is uniform. Across his chest lie two bandoleers set in an X formation harness, each holding about seven medium pockets. Though not large enough for any real weaponry, they do tend to carry an assortment of smaller items used for tasks or sound creation- like a tuning fork, a small flashlight, leatherman tool, high decibel alarm, etc. For an insignia, he chooses to have a tuning fork of dark blue put on both the biceps of his shirt, and on the upper thigh of his legs.

On his forearms, he prefers to wear a pair of bracers, each equipped with a set of speakers facing foreward/the hand. Each can be used for quick deployment of either a 60 decibel burst, or a 40 decibel continuous tone. Over his eyes he wears a visor coloured the same as his suit. It provides a HUD for him with basic information about the mission he is on. Connected via WiFi connection to base, it allows for communication with his employers, or mission leaders instantly, even if his null shell is in effect. Equipped with a small camera, George can serve as either espionage or communications officer on a mission quite well.

Sexual Orientation Heterosexual. While not disgusted by the opposite sex, or homosexual dealings, such pairings never held any interest for him, nor offered.

Personality: George takes great pleasure remaining out of the way. He learned early on that by staying out of the limelight, he can observe others as they tend to ignore him. As a younger man in school, he played the role of an outsider. Not the rebel that caused troubles, nor the geek that everybody picked on. In fact, few even took note of him there for the most part. No, he remained off to the side, unobtrusive.

The only times he spoke up, it would shock people. Some because he rarely spoke, but others because he would say things that were not only accurate, but also knowledegeable. For instance, when one student tried to be an a** and hid several important items for the class (tests, the main gradebook, etc), he was not unnoticed. When it was most beneficial to him, meaning when the teacher was about to blow and punish the enitre class, his hand raised slowly and through a large grin he told the entire tale of how he sat to the side and witnessed the theft.

This is not to say he uses his information for good, however. In fact the only good he has served consistantly is himself. Later such observant skills were put to use in the form of blackmail. Though he was less than popular, getting a date for his senior prom was more difficult than it should have been for him. After a few attempts and failures, George managed to witness several occaisions where his favoured cheerleader was smoking pot. Rather than rat on her, he merely documented it with a small digital camera- complete with dates and times stamped on the photos.

Approaching her after classes one day, he calmly asked her "Do me the privelage of going to prom with me." When he laughed in his face and flatly rejected his offer, he smiled in return. She was of a whole different social status and it would be disasterous for her to be seen with him. Then again, her school status would be harmed much more by the three photos he produced out of a pocket. Her face blanched to an ashen white and as she stammered he could only stand still as stone- his smile no longer warm and kind.

It was then when he felt the first true surge of power that being observant can do. When prom came, he was happy to give her the pictures. His reputation grew by leaps and bounds as he walked into the dance hall with one of the most lovely women in school on his arm. Only after the evening was over did he hand over his evidence- which she promptly tore to shreds. George let her have her moment of relief. When her triumphant look met his cold smile again, she was confused.

Confused until he showed her his camera, and she realized it was digital. With a laugh of evil glee George walked away, letting her wonder how much it will take for her to get those pictures eliminated. She still waits to this day. It has not been too long out of high school, and after prom George never used that set again. It is merely a minour thing anymore, but enough to use as leverage if he needs a favour again.

Cautiously weighing his actions, his smile is not to be trusted. Just because he is introspective doesn't mean he isn't cataloging your actions for a later use. The trouble is, there is no telling if the use will be for good or ill, only that it will be in his benefit.

History: George has spent much of his life unobtrusive. Not sticking to the shadows, for that would draw attention and seem emo. Rather than doing something so blatant, he merely stayed off to the side and watched. This is how he acted through school, and over time he began to play a game in his mind. Guessing how relationships would develop or fall apart became his favourite pasttime. Petty squabbles became entertaining, other's drama was his venue.

As one might imagine, even as he kept his entertainment under wraps, his social life was not a very rich one. As a very private person to begin with, that suited George just fine. Truth be told, there was only one activity where he was not content to stay out of the way- swimming. The boyancy provided by water afforded him a new level of both relaxation and movement. It was as if he was meant to be in the water. Throughout school he won several medals in swim meets, and earned just enough clout with others to be respected- but not enough to be revered. Again, this was a machination of George's. Nither wanting to be bullied like an outcast, nor elevated as a jock, he remained cautiously in social limbo.

This continued on past high school and into college, where his cautious balance was maintained, though at a higher effort. Taking a psychology major, George revelled in starting classes designed to help him understand the minds of others. Unfortunately, the path of his life was about to change.

One day, classes over by noon, he was swimming in an olympic length pool. Losing his emotional barriers in the freedom of water, George decided to get brave, and go for a dive from the second highest board. While not a picture-perfect dive, it allowed him to go deep into the water and enjoy it for a moment beyond anything he can compare. Resting for a moment on the bottom of the pool, literally 15 feet down, his hearing enacted.

Amplified by the conductive properties of water, he could quickly hear more and more of those in the pool with him. Conversations of the idiotic prissy girls in the shallows were as clear as if he were sitting next to them- not on the other end of the pool. A couple of frat boys' talking about a kegger set up a few days in the future suddenly opened up to him just in time to hear talk of them spiking the drinks with illegal drugs. Their hopes of having an orgy or something. Losers. What caught his attention, however, was the softest sound of all. One of the female professors had come for a bit of a swim, and her heartbeat was barely audible . . . but it was not steady.

The moment all this had come to pass only was a second long, but having taken biology, and felt the pulse of a woman more than once, George knew something was wrong. Angling himself towards the professor, he launched himself like a torpedo towards the surface. Through a few heavy breaths, he asked her if she was alright. Scared, the woman only could shake her head. Pain wracked her chest, and breathing was becoming difficult.

Wasting no time, George raised an alarm, and EMTs made it just in time to save her life. Turns out a few too many fatty meals had caused a heart attack in the Professor, and now she owed her life to him. Unfortunately, this caused him to gain some level of celebrity. While the gratitude of the staff can be a good thing in college, the attention made him uncomfortable. What made him even more uncomfortable was the hightened hearing he now endured. Everything, from the adoring murmurs, to the envious whispers around him came through clear as a bell. Walking out in the street became torture as every noise sounded impossibly loud.

Despite the fact that he is becoming a Nova, George ignored that nightmare as long as he could. After the difficulties of the world with Novas, he was reluctant to join the group centered in the World's eye. Spending his life staying out of the way, now he was thrust into the realm of not only local celebrity, but global. Left with little choice, he tendered his resignation from college and joined the Galvan Nova Academy.

Upon graduation, he was forced to wear earplugs in order to filter his hearing. Still, everything was so uncomfortably loud . . . Then came the Devia Corp. Specializing in tech designed by Novas, for Novas, it seemed the best place to go and find relief from the pain. While applying for the tech, and hoping to find a perfect solution, conversations popped up. While unwilling to say much, it was eventually worked out of him that George was disillusioned with both the hope and 'goody-two-shoes' outlook of Team Tomorrow, as well as the militant separatism of Admon Lemuelz or Adriana Estacado. George just wanted a comfortable life looking out for the only person he ever truly cared about. Himself.

Only after all this was divulged did he finally find what he wanted- an audible limiter. It was perfect! Various levels of control, implantable so it can't be lost or require a battery replacement, everything was exactly as if it were tailor made to his desires. All, that is, except the cost. As it was not only newer tech, but designed for a Nova, it was hideously expensive. Crestfallen, George sighed that he might have to see if there is a market for Nova kidneys, as that is the only way he could afford what he needs. Of course, He couldn't know that he wasn't the only hearing-enhanced Nova in the building.

Before he even could leave the room, George heard the receptionist's keyboard begin to clack at an amazing speed. Not really paying attention to it, he began to shuffle away. To his surprise, the woman actually called for him- softly. "Excuse me, Mr. Crux? You are requested to see Ms. Bianca. She would like to discuss your needs."

George started to argue, but stopped himself quickly. The woman didn't call for him with a normal tone, showing she was informed not to be loud. From her vantage point, she couldn't have seen what he was looking up. Also, somebody called for him? Not knowing anybody in the building, it intrigued him that somebody called for him by name. Taking the cautiously quieted directions, he came face to face with the woman that summoned him.

Similar to a mafia movie, George was given an offer he couldn't refuse. the implant, it's controls, and a job. On the lookout for those willing to put their Nova abilites to her banner, rather than the extremes of Team Tomorrow or Admon, Ms. Bianca minced no words in her offer. His skills in return for what the implant and fealty. It didn't take him long to accept.

Now a member of Devia, George revels in the fact that few even pay him any mind except to be cautious around him. Nobody knows what to expect from Devia, or George . . . and he likes it that way.

Sample Roleplay: George sat nonchalantly in a Starbucks. Sipping the flavor of the week, he sighs and wonders just where a person might get 'coffee' flavored coffee anymore. Still, that is just a passing thought. Dressed in casual attire, his faded X-Men shirt always brings a sardonic smile to his face as he realizes the prophetic nature of their comic in the new world rife with Novas. Still, there is no Xavier institute. No high-moraled people that championed the Novas when they were needed.

Sure, Team Tomorrow is doing their best. Working round the clock to improve Novas and 'help the world'. Unfortunately, they are a day late and a dollar short. Taking a sip of his drink, George smiles softly at the thought of some idiots in tights going around like '50s heroes and saying cheesy things. On the 'brotherhood' side, there is Admon. What a putz. Without any subtlety or finesse, he changed the world just like Hitler. Now, because he got his leaves in a wad, the world is on a teetering balance.

Still, that is part of what brought him here. Slow in this time of day, the dead of the afternoon, this particular part of town resides a few powerbrokers, but more importantly, there are a few mob bosses. Nothing like gathering dirt on those with enough power to carve life out in their own plans . . . With a touch on his palm, George disables the limiter in his ears, and for a moment he swoons as a flood of sound approaches his senses.

Still, it is worth it as he smiles and regains himself in time to hear about the underworld's comings and goings. Carefully typing on a special laptop, he takes intricate notes on times, dates, names, and numbers that in the right timing can make all the difference against a powerful bunch of men. "Another file for my library . . . welcome to my dominion, Don Vito." Naturally, it was too soft for anybody but him to hear, but in his enhanced ears, it is almost a scream of joy.

Favourite Food: Cheesecake

((I apologize to krome devil for private messaging this to her. After reading all the posts you made I somehow got it in my head we were to PM it to you. So sorry! sweatdrop ))

Gaia Name: knotbox

Name: Rigilda Emmett Friday (nickname: Emma/Emmy ((Riggy?)) )

Age: 25

Alignment: Galvan Teaching Staff (?)

Special Abilities: Mild telekinesis, she has some varied and very simple mind abilities. She can move objects, read minds, but cannot see into the future. She can warp things as far as she can move them. She likes to think that her being so intelligent is not a mutated ability, but it is not certain. She has also advanced muscular ability. She is still extremely dexterous while strong with her fingers, and agile with her fast ability to react. She is a fast runner, and only slightly more strong than the above average human.

Codename: Friday(?)

Costume: Just some non committal basic casual jeans and a plain colored tee and sneakers. Or her lab costume. White lab coat and scrubs pants and top. And hospital clogs.

Appearance: She is rather on the plain side of the beauty spectrum. She has dark brown reddish tinted hair, and dark brown eyes. Her eyes are droopy, and her nose an average size. He mouth is wider than most, and she has laugh wrinkles when she talks. She wearings rectangular reading glasses. She has thin bangs that fall onto her eyebrows which are dark, long and naturally thin. He hair falls almost shoulder length. She usually wears it up. She had a slightly more masculine build. Her shoulders are a little too wide, but her frame is altogether petite. Her hands are also slightly larger than average. She is however still obviously a woman and has the requirements. (C cup(?))

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual (she is rumored to be asexual(?))

Personality: She is a quiet and conserved person, but only because she is a thinker. While in a conversation she already plays though parts to see whether they are really necessary or not. She is is not shy, but does not find it necessary to always say something. Her nature is, while forward, not very confrontational, and more of that of a watcher or observer.

She exhibits an amazing amount of self control. She is not clumsy, and very agile. She is very self critical when it comes to moral and psychological things.

She does not have a favorite food, while she does really like fresh foods over those that are canned or preserved in anyway, she doesn't really care what she eats. ((I assume you meant the character and not me icon_redface.gif ))

History: Rigilda was found in an 'Emmet Electric' cardboard box on the stoop of a Catholic Orphanage, wrapped in worn towel monogrammed with 'Rigilda' on a damp and dank Friday morning. Where she grew up and received her schooling.

She began to show some 'odd' qualities at random times and was taken into the sponsorship of an Asian Sister Gwe who taught her how to hide her abilities and use them to a very small extent. She taught her some of the philosophy of Buddhism, which the sister lived partly by, even though she was a catholic priest. And from this, Rigilda draws her unique nature.

At 16 she was kept under the patronage of the catholic orphanage, while receiving sponsorship to a Galvan owned sciences school, where she entered college early. She studied all sciences she could, most activly those of Bio, Biochem, Chem, Neuro and Psyche.

She moved far forward in the world, keeping her being a nova a secret and graduated valedictorian of her class in General Sciences, Chemistry, and Neurology.

3 years after her graduation, she now works for a Galvan research and teaching/training facility, adjacent to a prominent General Galvan School.

Ever since the formation of Adriana's war and the TT, ((one year prior almost, I assume?)) she has begun self experimentation and testing. On her DNA, and paranormal abilities. She has also kept a tighter check on no one knowing she is a Nova. She uses the research facilities for most tests and such, but the actual research and thought goes on behind locked doors in her flat. She is almost fanatical is studying the difference between homo sapians and homo nocvus as the 'new' species has been dubbed. But she tries not to let on, too much.

Sample Roleplay: Rigilda winced as the needle pricked her skin and a single drop of blood fell into the test tube. She spun the door of the analyzer around with the pressing of a single button and placed the tiny test tube into its holder. The door spun shut and inside the machine, the blood was being analyzed.

She threw away the used needle, and leaned back on the comfortable desk chair. She pulled on two gloves from the counter and briefly touched the other items in front of her. A larger vacuum soft plastic sealed test tube and a 30cc syringe. She leaned back again, and waited patiently for the blood analyzation to finish as she opened a binder and headed the white lab paper with the day's date and the sub-heading, Blood Analyzation Results. As soon as she finished. the machine beeped short and loud, and the little door spun out so and a choice popped up on the screen. Rigilda pressed a button and the photo jet printer was thrown into action, and a list of percentages and graphs of content levels printed out. She circled a result at the beginning of the list and began to go through it. She put on her reading glasses with a sigh.

"And here we begin." She murmured.

(I think I fixed everything you told me too. If you have something else, then please say so.)

Gaia Name: Ariene Whippwillow

Name: Jiana Karen Dorvil (Ji for short)

Age: 19

Alignment: Team Tomorrow. (Being iffy is too hard to explain, then.)

Special Abilities: Photographic memory, ability to retain and process specific information, sharp, technical mind, computer savvy. She usually reaches her limit in the late afternoon. A headache grows into a migraine at the end of the day. Some days are worse than others. Every once in a while, usually at the end of a week or month, she looses a memory. It can be an old memory, like with her family, or a new one, like where she was going.

Codename: Tech (Or Techie)

Appearance: Jiana has short, dark brown almost black hair with a few white hairs here and there, a downside to her power. She has tanned skin, coming from her Cherokee heritage, she has no other traits that she is Native American. She has dark green eyes set deep, sometimes giving her a tired look.
She wears white tank tops with a grey zip up jacket and blue jeans. She's about 5' 4" tall. Jiana doesn't exercise much because she is mostly at a desk, so she’s got a little pudge around the middle. She can, however, run pretty fast, even though she never does unless the situation calls for it.
Her costume is black form-fitting pants with no pockets and a dark blue long sleeve shirt with the logo on the back. She wears a belt with the logo on the buckle, too.

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Personality: Ji is not very talkative. If she has to talk she will, but there's no idle chatter involved and she doesn't ramble when she knows no one is listening, or doesn’t want to listen. What gets her talking is when someone asks her about a new invention, or asks her for a suggestion (giving suggestions too.). She's open to all ideas and can pinpoint flaws in any course of action, even if they are minor. She doesn’t know how to flirt, so when faced with that situation she blushes and stammers, feeling a little awkward and stupid. Her temper hardly ever flares, but when people tell her she’s stupid or idiotic for no reason, it goes up like a flame and she gets red and starts stammering, much the same with the flirting, only she get revenge on that person who called her stupid. (By pulling pranks she learned to do as a child from her brothers.) Sometimes when she’s mad, she’s somewhat of an evil genius, designing bombs and guns.
When she gets angry, her headache gets worse and worse, sometimes so bad that she passes out, or gets violently ill.

History: She was born in Houston, TX, but that didn’t last long. When she was three years old her parents, along with her three older brothers, packed up and moved to Washington DC because her father, who worked for an oil company, got transferred.
Her parents were like any other, fighting mostly. They never split up though. Her family did lots of things together, picnics in the park, things like that. She was slightly spoiled by her parents, since she was the youngest of four children. Her brothers made sure she wasn’t too spoiled, by teasing her and keeping the knocking boys away. Okay, maybe not the knocking boys so much, since she threatened them that she would blast them into oblivion if they so much touched any of them. There was only one suitor, and it didn’t last long because her parents discovered that she was a nova.
No one ever knew Jiana was a genius until she was discovered as a nova. She would build advanced technology with scrap metal or odd things lying around the house and then take it apart, so no one would know she was smart. She did, however, keep blue prints and sketches of her inventions, so she could rebuild them when she got older. If she remembered.
When they did find out that she was a nova, her parents sent her to the school and she hasn't heard from them or her brothers and friends since. Ji hopes, though, that they will get in touch with her one day.
She sends things on their birthdays, Fathers day, Mothers day, all the holidays, but she never got a call and at first the presents got sent back. When they stopped sending them back, she thought that they had started accepting the presents.
Sometimes when she’s angry at something, she turns her thoughts to them, and gets into a slight rage. The rage usually doesn’t last long, because the headache gets worse all of the sudden, and she faints almost dead away.


Sample Roleplay: Jiana hummed a little tune. She was pretty sure she was alone, or she wouldn’t have started that pointless jingle. As she hummed, she figured that it couldn’t be classified as a melody, since it had no rhythm, or any repetitive notes.
She was in her room, which was some what small and comfortable- just the way she liked it. When you walked into the room, you saw a twin bed in the right corner and a desk the opposite of it. Two symmetrical windows were on the back wall, facing out onto the back gardens. She was glad they were there too. She would have something to gaze at while she was trying to fall asleep. There were white curtains on the windows, they were always open.
On the desk was her laptop, which was white and orange, not black as people would expect of her. It wasn’t as high tech as she’d like it to be, but it served the purposes she had for it.
In the right hand corner was a cup of pencils that were sharpened perfectly, she never used them.
On another wall was a dresser with a mirror. To the right of the dresser was a small closet she used for her summer clothes, her winter ones were in the dresser. She had no posters or personal paintings on the wall; she had no use of them.
Jiana’s eye twitched a little. She had been up for almost 21 hours, working on a new project. She had no idea what it was though. In her dreams, she was making something, only she had no idea what it was, or what it was going to be used for.
The next morning, when she had woken up, she started to type out all the things that this curious little gadget could be used for.
The picture of the device was clear in her head, and she had drawn in on a piece of scrap paper, that was now taped to the space of wall above her desk. Hundreds (and she was exaggerating) of scrap papers littered that wall, some from years ago, some from a few days ago, she could never tell.
Her head felt like a chainsaw was being buried in it. She blinked a few times, then realized she hadn’t been out of her room for the whole time she’d been awake that day. This meant she missed work, and hadn’t eaten. As if on cue, she stomach growled loudly. How long had it been growling like that? It didn’t matter.
Jiana stood from the stiff backed chair and stretched like a cat waking from a little bask in the sun. She awkwardly walked to the door, pausing every few seconds to stretch out an unused muscle.
I’ll just pop into the kitchen for a little snack, then come straight back. She just hoped she could do it with out waking anyone. It was close to midnight, you realize. Considering the odds, she doubted it. In the dark she was clumsy, knocking over things and making a ton of noise. Something she needed to fix, and soon.

(What? Fifth time? My back is starting to hurt.. crying )
Gaia Name: Ariene Whippwillow

Name: Jiana Karen Dorvil (Ji for short)

Age: 19

Alignment: Team Tomorrow. (Being iffy is too hard to explain, then.)

Special Abilities: Photographic memory, ability to retain and process specific information (such as details of an attack plan or information in a book. She throws away any information that she doesn't need, like details on a hand carved chair or headboard.), sharp, technical mind, computer savvy. A headache gradually grows into a migraine at the end of the day. If she works out an idea, the headache decreases, if she doesn't, it grows. Since she is always working, she's always had a headache, and she doesn't know what would happen if she didn't work a day. (Does that make any sense, at all?) Some days are worse than others, depending on the stress and what’s going on. Every once in a while, usually at the end of a week or month, she looses a memory. It can be an old memory, like with her family, or a new one, like where she was going.

Codename: Tech (Or Techie)

Appearance: Jiana has short, dark brown almost black hair with a few white hairs here and there, a downside to her power. She has tanned skin, coming from her Cherokee heritage, she has no other traits that she is Native American. She has dark green eyes set deep, sometimes giving her a tired look.
She wears white tank tops with a grey zip up jacket and blue jeans. She's about 5' 4" tall. Jiana doesn't exercise much because she is mostly at a desk, so she’s got a little pudge around the middle. She can, however, run pretty fast, even though she never does unless the situation calls for it.
Her costume is black form-fitting pants with no pockets and a dark blue long sleeve shirt with the logo on the back. She wears a belt with the logo on the buckle, too.

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Personality: Ji is not very talkative. If she has to talk she will, but there's no idle chatter involved and she doesn't ramble when she knows no one is listening, or doesn’t want to listen. What gets her talking is when someone asks her about a new invention, or asks her for a suggestion (giving suggestions too.). She's open to all ideas and can pinpoint flaws in any course of action, even if they are minor. She doesn’t know how to flirt, so when faced with that situation she blushes and stammers, feeling a little awkward and stupid. Her temper hardly ever flares, but when people tell her she’s stupid or idiotic for no reason, it goes up like a flame and she gets red and starts stammering, much the same with the flirting, only she get revenge on that person who called her stupid. Sometimes when she’s mad, she’s somewhat of an evil genius, designing bombs and guns. (She would never do anything to hurt someone out of spite, but putting out an idea that hints it makes her feel better, and it usually wears away the anger...and the headache.)
When she gets angry, her headache gets worse and worse, sometimes so bad that she passes out, or gets violently ill.

History: She was born in Houston, TX, but that didn’t last long. When she was three years old her parents, along with her three older brothers, packed up and moved to Washington DC because her father, who worked for an oil company, got transferred.
Her parents were like any other, fighting mostly. They never split up though. Her family did lots of things together, picnics in the park, things like that. She was slightly spoiled by her parents, since she was the youngest of four children. Her brothers made sure she wasn’t too spoiled, by teasing her and keeping the knocking boys away. Okay, maybe not the knocking boys so much, since she threatened them that she would blast them into oblivion if they so much touched any of them. There was only one suitor, and it didn’t last long because her parents discovered that she was a nova.
No one ever knew Jiana was a genius until she was discovered as a nova. She would build advanced technology with scrap metal or odd things lying around the house and then take it apart, so no one would know she was smart. She did, however, keep blue prints and sketches of her inventions, so she could rebuild them when she got older. If she remembered.
When they did find out that she was a nova, her parents sent her to the school and she hasn't heard from them or her brothers and friends since. Ji hopes, though, that they will get in touch with her one day.
She sends things on their birthdays, Fathers day, Mothers day, all the holidays, but she never got a call and at first the presents got sent back. When they stopped sending them back, she thought that they had started accepting the presents.
Sometimes when she’s angry at something, she turns her thoughts to them, and gets into a slight rage. The rage usually doesn’t last long, because the headache gets worse all of the sudden, and she faints almost dead away.


In answer to your questions: No, none of her brothers knew she was a nova at all. She supposed her parents told them that she got into trouble and sent her off to boarding school. She believes that they make up excuses as to why she can’t come home for holidays.
She joined Team Tomorrow because she thought the rouge novas were going a bit too far, and Admon saying that they were supreme. She doesn’t think anything is supreme over another living being. Ji thinks we are just the same as a horse, or a dog.
She doesn’t have many thought about the current events, just an exasperated sigh here and there, and then work on a new doohickey to fight them off, or contain them.

Sample Roleplay: Jiana hummed a little tune. She was pretty sure she was alone, or she wouldn’t have started that pointless jingle. As she hummed, she figured that it couldn’t be classified as a melody, since it had no rhythm, or any repetitive notes.
She was in her room, which was some what small and comfortable- just the way she liked it. When you walked into the room, you saw a twin bed in the right corner and a desk the opposite of it. Two symmetrical windows were on the back wall, facing out onto the back gardens. She was glad they were there too. She would have something to gaze at while she was trying to fall asleep. There were white curtains on the windows, they were always open.
On the desk was her laptop, which was white and orange, not black as people would expect of her. It wasn’t as high tech as she’d like it to be, but it served the purposes she had for it.
In the right hand corner was a cup of pencils that were sharpened perfectly, she never used them.
On another wall was a dresser with a mirror. To the right of the dresser was a small closet she used for her summer clothes, her winter ones were in the dresser. She had no posters or personal paintings on the wall; she had no use of them.
Jiana’s eye twitched a little. She had been up for almost 21 hours, working on a new project. She had no idea what it was though. It could be used for a number of things; she just had to decide was it was. She thought of what it could look like right before she fell asleep the previous night.
The next morning she started to type out all the things that this curious little gadget could be used for.
The picture of the device was clear in her head, and she had drawn in on a piece of scrap paper, that was now taped to the space of wall above her desk. Hundreds (and she was exaggerating) of scrap papers littered that wall, some from years ago, some from a few days ago, she could never tell.
Her head felt like a chainsaw was being buried in it. She blinked a few times, then realized she hadn’t been out of her room for the whole time she’d been awake that day. This meant she missed work, and hadn’t eaten. As if on cue, she stomach growled loudly. How long had it been growling like that? It didn’t matter.
Jiana stood from the stiff backed chair and stretched like a cat waking from a little bask in the sun. She awkwardly walked to the door, pausing every few seconds to stretch out an unused muscle.
I’ll just pop into the kitchen for a little snack, then come straight back. She just hoped she could do it with out waking anyone. It was close to midnight, you realize. Considering the odds, she doubted it. In the dark she was clumsy, knocking over things and making a ton of noise. Something she needed to fix, and soon.

(Better?)

Does this fix up some of my difficulties?