✖▐ ALICE GRANTxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx AFTERSHOCKxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Alice Riley Grant
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Aftershock
xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Ali
xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → April 15th
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Chicago, Illinois
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → Nineteen
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5'6
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 135lbs
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Blonde
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Blue
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Fair
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Toned
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Tattoo on her bicep that reads: "Well it's my time coming I'm not afraid to die"
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m →
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Father; Unknown. Mother; Bethany "Betsy" Grant
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s →
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s →
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xxxxxxxxxxxxAlice 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 all together. 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 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.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → 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.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Cinnamon, Natural Disasters, Birds, Mutants, History, Working Out
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Math, Fish, the Smell of Smoke, Oranges, Humans
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Despite being bullied her entire life, she seems to have turned into a bit of a bully herself.
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐M u t a t i o n: Seismic Energy Manipulation ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → 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.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Her abilities are always in play, allowing her to use them anytime she hits something with force.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → She's not invincible. And it does hurt her if you hit her. Her emotions will amplify her abilities, making them out of control.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → 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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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 6
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 5
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Black compression style leggings with black combat boots, red loose fit t-shirt and a black sports bra with a red X on the center, black fingerless gloves.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → N/A
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Trained hand-to-hand combat.
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Adams, Oregon
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 26 Yrs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 6ft, 3inches.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 197lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Green
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Slightly tanned
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Well-defined muscles, though not excessive, fit
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → None
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Alpha/Omega. New Apps leave this blank - we'll tell you what you are.
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Mother: Adrienne Murn-Asch (Vegetative State) – Positive relationship Father: Bruno Asch (Alive) – Extremely negative relationship
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s →No “close” friends, but many associates within the academy.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → None as of yet
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xxxxxxxxxxxx Darien was raised in a rather poor household, and as a child he and his mother were regularly abused by his father. The other kids at school as he was growing up weren’t much kinder, though a few friends he had that stuck with him made it more bearable. He was far different as a child, suffering from fits of anger from the slightest provocation, especially toward his father and the bullies at school. He got into fights regularly, and always seemed to take quite a beating in them.
One day, after coming home from school as a teenager, he saw blood on the kitchen floor and could hear violent screaming before he even got in the door. The sight he witnessed was heartbreaking, his mother lying on the floor, her head busted open and his father standing there shouting and coming toward Darien with a busted rolling pin. Overcome by his hatred, he stood his ground against his own father, taking quite a beating over the course of their drawn out fight. When it had all ended, Darien had a busted jaw, a broken arm and leg and a few fingers, and his forehead busted open. There were bright red, bruised marks all over his body, and some stab wounds and gashes. His father fared much better than he did, some harsh stab wounds in his stomach and legs, a few cuts here and there, a few bruises, and at most a broken bone or two. However, Darien’s wounds had begun to visibly heal themselves, though not at a great rate, it was noticeably apparent that he was “different”. That fight standing up to his father must have awakened his powers, as weak as they were at that point. His mother hadn’t really recovered completely from that incident, and he tries his best to visit her as much as possible when time allows. He doesn’t speak much to his father as a result, and just hearing about him, even vaguely, will cause a drastic change in his mood and attitude.
He had dropped out of school after the whole ordeal, and had gotten into an underground fight club at the age of 20. It was a slow crawl up through his fights, and he trained every day he wasn’t scheduled for a match. Over the course of roughly four years of fighting in that arena, Darien’s tolerance for pain had gotten quite the boost as he had his fighting skills. He had picked up all kinds dirty tactics in the ring, and had gotten pretty good at getting under people’s skin to give him all the beating he needed to turn it around in his favor, but most of the competitors were mutants in one way or another.
When he was approached at the age of 24 with the Registration Act, he initially requested time to think about it, as he had planned to refuse and hide out. But as he actually sat down and thought about it, maybe registering wouldn’t be so bad. After all, he’d have some opportunity to do something with his life, and maybe even turn himself around by helping others. But then again, he didn’t like the idea of being forced into custody, or worse, if he refused registration, and no one was going to shackle him if he had any say in it. And so began a new chapter as he fled from SHIELD, only to be rescued by one of the X-Men teams in the middle of his confrontation.
It was a long hard struggle to pick back up in his schooling, starting back out in more basic classes due to an evaluation test. That entire first year was a gamble for him, but he persevered and managed to pass with low B’s and C’s in his standard educational courses, but had excellent scores in his Advanced Combat I and Self-Defense I classes. Those years of fighting in the underground had paid off in that regard. His second year wasn’t faring much better so far, but he had at least gotten a better grip on his studies for his standard classes.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Generally calm and collected, he can be quite arrogant at times. Often he will taunt his enemies, telling them, “hit me everything you’ve got”. He doesn’t get angry very easily, but there are some things that will immediately set him off. He’s a loyal friend and team member, not wanting to abandon anyone in their time of need.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Moonshine, a good fight, blowing off steam in the training sim.
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Studying, abusive relationships, bullies, people that don’t know when to stop talking.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he doesn’t mean anything he does or says in a bad way.
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐M u t a t i o n: Injury Empowerment ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → The more physical abuse and damage that he takes over the course of a fight, the stronger and more resilient he becomes. He also exhibits very minor base regenerative healing, which also seems to be affected by this mutation.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Gains survivability(including a minor scaling boost to his regenerative healing) and physical strength proportional to the damage received over the course of a fight. As it is more frequently used for greater amounts of physical injury, his pain threshold will also increase bit by bit so that he can last even longer in later fights.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → May not protect against concentrated high-damage attacks even with having gained sufficient resistance from prior damage. Resilience needs to be gained through small chunks of physical abuse, and cannot protect against heavy damage if no resistance has been built up from prior damage. The level of physical trauma that Darien can withstand is dependent on his mental tolerance for pain as well as his physical condition.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Tends to be both mentally and physically exhausted to the point of collapse if usage reaches its limits, and vastly exceeding those limits can cause serious internal injury that could put him out of action for a few weeks at best while he recovers. Though, in order to increase those limits, Darien has to sustain enough damage to go just past his threshold, putting him in both great pain and great danger.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 2
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 5(can increase up to 8 from power usage)
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 5(can increase up to 8 from power usage)
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 5
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → A pair of black fingerless gloves, black combat boots, dark jeans, a grey Tee with torn sleeves, and a black bomber jacket.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Communicator
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Cooking(Novice)
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → One hundred and Fifty-three pounds
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Violet
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Fair
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Lightly toned
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → facial scar
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m →
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Lidia Ashecroft{Mother}, Johnathon Ashecroft{Father}, Amalia Ashecroft{Elder Sister}, Benjamin Ashecroft{Younger Brother/Deceased}
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → .
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → .
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xxxxxxxxxxxxBorn on a rainy day in June to Lidia and Johnathon Ashecroft, Methuselah was a healthy child who was raised by the strong hand of his father and the harder hand of his mother should he get out of line. Growing up he was an upstanding child who attained a steadily growing intellect one that was perhaps too swift. It was revealed that he had an eidetic memory which made him miraculously gifted mentally learning to walk, talk, and read before he was 2 years old and by the time he was 5 he was learning algebra and world cultures, his breadth of knowledge would only continue to grow ravenously. When he was 12 he was performing an experiment when a piece of equipment malfunctioned and the resulting explosion knocked him unconscious. When he awoke he was in a hospital and to his surprise as well as his doctors he was in much better condition than the explosion would have let on as it destroyed the lab. Everyone dismissed it as a lucky break and went about their lives but being as intelligent as he was Methuselah knew there was more to it, he could feel it. Literally. Methuselah could now feel vectors and shift them if he concentrated on them. He was able to quickly deduce he was a mutant, in his ceaseless quest for knowledge they subject had been one he looked into, it was normal for mutant abilities to awaken in drastic situations, the explosion would certainly qualify then. However knowing he was a mutant was not a joy, they were shunned in society and often treated as the lepers once were, as something unsightly. Methuselah immediately began investigating places he would be able to go. After all when it came out he was a mutant the world would turn ugly for him... and he'd need a place to go. Methuselah would spend the next years gathering knowledge about mutants learning about what made them tick. A gambit to learn more about him self by learning about others, he would struggle to keep himself in check over the course of four years, he able to learn that his power operated based on thought so it was all the more difficult to control it sometimes as a stray notion could cause something to happen unlike anything else he had done in his life learning his power had not come naturally to him, it was tough challenging and that enraptured him, but he had read enough cautionary tales to know that he should proceed with every caution, however sometimes life just did what it wanted with it's players. One day when Methuselah was eating lunch he would notice that a girl that he liked was being harassed and he was up and interfering before he realized it. The fight lasted about a minute, the first forty seconds Methuselah was being beaten by a three hoodlums harassing the girl the last twenty seconds Methuselah had finally had enough and with his powers he forced his opponent's swings to connect with one of the other hoodlums and the third charged him and he amplified the force of his forward momentum and launched him through a window. It would have been easy enough to sweep under the rug, except that the fight had been recorded by countless cellphone cameras. Methuselah was easily identified and the video spread, he didn't even bother trying to maintain a normal life. His parents wouldn't talk to him and his sister, Amalia, seemed to be the same until she would find him in his room the day after the incident. Amalia would tell him that she too had mutant power and that because he messed up he would have to leave, that it wasn't safe and he would be going to a special school. Disgruntled and unhappy at the whole situation he would agree, because he had no choice, four years of secret keeping was gone, an angry interjection and an outburst of his power had ruined it all. And it had all been ruined for a girl that was afraid and ran once she saw his powers. He would be enrolled in Xavier Academy, they would leave that day arriving there the next morning. Methuselah had made inquiries into the place but he always hit a stone wall, and yet his sister had not only managed to get him here but they were driving right in the front gates. It only reaffirmed this feeling that despite how smart he thought he was there was an infinite amount of things in this world that he didn't know. Sitting on the steps on Xavier academy as his sister drove away he would sigh and glance over his shoulder at the building behind him. So this was his life now...
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Calm and cool he likes to maintain a semblance of control be it by taking control of a situation of ignoring those around him and controlling at the very least himself. He can be very talkative and sometimes his own intelligence gets the best of him when he begins to ramble.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Action movies, Music with a good beat, books with good stories, pizza.
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Horror movies, sad things, conflict.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐M u t a t i o n: Vector Manipulation ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Vector Manipulation - The ability to control, specifically, Euclidean vectors which are physical forces and present in nearly everything.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → A Euclidean Vector is a measurement of direction and force, from a simple breeze to a bullet zipping through the air both are driven by and produce vectors. With enough skill the user can be practically untouchable as they can shift or move anything with force driving it.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → However that amount of skill is practically impossible to attain. In order to manipulate a vector one much be able to calculate the approximate force of the vector and then apply the countering force through manipulation, things that are too fast or produce several vectors would of course be more challenging to control as Methuselah either has too short a time to manipulate the vector or there are simply too many factors to manage.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → .
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 9
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Standard
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t →
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Computer Skills -Master Formal Etiquette -Intermediate Chess -Master Video Gaming -Master Cooking -Intermediate Music -Intermediate Computer Hacking -Master
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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✖▐ Eden Rhodesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx VEGAxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Eden Delaney Rhodes
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Vega
xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Edie, Ede, E
xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → October 13th
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Seattle, WA
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 18
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5'5"
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 113lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Light tan. Subtle freckling across her nose.
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Hourglass, Thin
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s →
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Alpha
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Mother (Clairvoyant), Father (Estranged)
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s →
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s →
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xxxxxxxxxxxxEden grew up raised by her mom, with an intermittent father. He popped in every once in a while but was by no means “around.” He was very secretive, never told them where he was or what he was doing, but interrupted their lives to try to buy their affection with birthday presents and some money to help with the bills. Then he would be gone again, not to be heard from for God knew how long.
Her mom, on the other hand, was the best. A fun loving and determined woman who single-handedly provided for the pair. She was still young at heart, and while most kids came to an age where they were embarrassed just to be seen with their parents, Eden and her mom were very close and she was always happy to spend time with her - witnesses or not. But to be fair, she threw the best parties, especially in October. Her mother's birthday, her birthday and Halloween were always a big deal, assuring parties throughout the month.
Eden’s ability first manifested in her sleep. Completely unaware while she was dreaming, she woke up with the ceiling in her face. And then fell out of the air back into her bed. She knew her mom was a mutant - a clairvoyant - but for some reason had never considered the possibility that she was as well. Until that morning. However, she didn’t have a lot of trouble making peace with the fact that she could fly. Something so many people dreamed of.
Her mom helped her learn to use her ability, as much as she could. The important part was that she knew how to stop and land. Everything else had some lenience.
Her father came around a time or two after she learned about her ability, but they never told him. She wondered if he knew about her mother’s ability and one day asked about it. Apparently he did, but for whatever reason she didn’t want him to know about Eden’s. She never got the full story on that one...
Things were pretty normal for a while - normal for them anyway. They had their big birthday and Halloween celebration for the year, and hunkered down for the winter. But one day her mom started acting strange. Worried...
Again, Eden wouldn’t get the whole story, but was urgently told to pack - and pack light - because they had to leave and could only take what they could carry. With the way her mom seemed so scared, she didn’t question it and just did as she was told. What explanation she got was that someone was coming. Someone her mom didn’t want to find them.
So in the dead of night, they left their home and started hitchhiking. Busses, planes and trains were out, too easy to track her mom said. It was scary, not knowing what was going on but that they were in trouble. She got used to looking over her shoulder, tensing when anyone looked at her with more than a casual glance. They started moving East and her mom shed a little light on what was happening, though she still hid the whole story.
She explained that some bad people - really bad people from the sound of it - wanted to use her and her ability, and weren't to sort of people who took 'no' for an answer. They ran because she didn't want to get involved with them, and didn't want to help anyone with ill intentions. And she worried about Eden's safety as someone who she would do anything to protect - someone who could be exploited to force her cooperation.
Her mother's ability kept them one step ahead, but it didn't stop her from worrying. It didn't keep either of them from getting paranoid just because someone had glanced in their direction.
One morning they were dropped off at a gas station, and Eden was tasked with getting them something to eat while her mom found them another ride. She did as told, she rarely even questioned her mom anymore. It always felt like their pursuers were hot on their trail, like they could hardly stop to catch their breath. She didn't argue with her mom. She trusted her.
But when she walked back out of the convenience store, she wouldn't find her mom. She was gone, without a trace. Eden asked everyone, but no one had seen her mom leave.
It was terrifying...
In a panic, worried that her mom had been caught, all she could think to do was run. Her mom had been talking about a safe place they could go to in New York, Eden just hoped that she could find it. And if she did, hopefully whoever it was that was providing this safe place could also help her mom.
She nearly made it into New York, and had started trying to figure out how she was going to find this place that she and her mom had been heading for. But before she could even get into the state, she was intercepted. Her gut told her to run. She didn't know who these people were, and wasn't willing to take any chances. She took to the skies before even giving them a chance to explain themselves.
Soaring over Lake Erie had been her longest flight, and she landed in Canada. She'd managed to lose them, but not for long. They tracked her down a lot faster than she had expected - and hoped. This time they started by introducing themselves as the X-Men and it rang a little bell in her head. It was enough to keep her grounded a few moments longer when she had been about to take off again.
She had heard of the X-Men. Her mom had been a student, when she had been having trouble with her ability they had been the ones to help her. Eden was still hesitant to trust them and stared them down silently while they said their piece, trying to decide what she should do. If they were really the bad guys - impostors or otherwise - would they really be here trying to reason with her?
They told her they'd helped her mom disappear and Eden refused to go anywhere with them until she could talk to her. Trust wasn't something Eden found easy to give anymore. She just needed to know her mom was safe, and wanted to hear it from her that these people would help her.
The best they would give her was a phone call and Eden couldn't help crying with relief when she heard her mom's voice. She'd left her at the gas station to draw their pursuers away from Eden, so that she might be able to get away. But the X-Men had managed to find her before she could be caught. She assured Eden that she could trust the X-Men and the young mutant returned with them to what would become her new home.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Eden is an energetic, friendly girl seasoned with plenty of sass and spunk. She keeps a relatively positive attitude and tries not to let silly things get her down. She tends to be very outgoing and confident, and is always up for some partying. She really doesn't like being by herself and can get very anxious when she is. And after being on the run, there is a part of her that can get a bit paranoid. When she's feeling troubled by something it can take a lot of support and reassurance to help her to feel better. On the flip side, she is a very loving and dedicated friend and would do anything for the people she cares about.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → People, parties, dressing up, flirting, snuggling, sleepovers, dancing, Halloween, scary movies, strawberries, milkshakes, yoga, coffee, scarves, hiking, adventuring and exploring.
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Homework, tests, being on her own, sleeping alone, grapefruit, jerks, waiting, feeling helpless, being hunted.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐M u t a t i o n: Flight ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → She has the ability to fly through the air at high speeds, as well as quickly adapt to changes in altitude.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → She can fly at high speeds, glide or levitate, and anything in between. She also adapts quickly to changes in altitude and can reach speeds nearing 100mph in only a few seconds. Her ability isn't dependent on wings or physical movement to work, so binding her will do little to ground her unless she is weighed or tied down.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Sharp turns and precise movements are incredibly difficult at higher speeds, and without superhuman durability she can really hurt herself. Strong winds can make it difficult for her to stay on course, and can toss her around like a rag doll. She cannot carry anything heavier than a small child, and even then it slows her considerably and weighs her down. The best she could do with a full grown adult would be to hover a few inches off of the ground for a short time.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → She can use her ability to propel through other mediums, such as water, as well but not with the same speed and agility.
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 2
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 5
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → A modified wing suit with a tight fit, 'wings' only under the arms. It covers her from neck to ankle and is designed to help her maneuver better and more easily. She wears fingerless gloves and kitten heel boots with it. Instead of a mask she has a pair of techy goggles that have a limited zoom feature and the ability to capture or transmit images and videos.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Just the uniform.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Sewing (Intermediate), Yoga (Intermediate), Decorating (Pretty Awesome), Rock Climbing (Intermediate).
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Somewhere Over the South Pacific
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 19
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5’7”
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 154 lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Black
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Hazel
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Toned
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Indian/Samoan
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Three Blue ‘rings’ along each set of cheekbones unless he camouflages them, Claw mark scar on chest, discreet Hearing Aids, small Tattoo between shoulder blades.
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omega.
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Mother, Father, Half-Sister (Mutant)
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → A few of the Veteran Omegas.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → The Hellfire Club, Belasco, Magneto, and the usual Suspects.
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xxxxxxxxxxxx When Samantha Reilly came to a now-submerged island in the South Pacific she was expecting a short stay as a doctor for the local people. What she got was another kid and every speck of land east of Toatani to open her practice. Island hopping with his family as a child, Jacen never really set down roots in any one place, making friends quickly enough, only to pack up and ship out to their next destination. He was homeschooled for the above reasons.
When he powers first emerged he was only vaguely aware of the ‘mutant crisis’ on the mainland, though soon enough the knowledge of mutant-kind and its threat to humanity was pervasive enough for even the current events stunted Reillys to hear of it. For a long time he kept his powers a secret, though his father eventually found out and told his mother. While the two took it well enough, His mother immediately decided he would go stay with a scientist she had once known as a med student, a Doctor Moira MacTaggert. Jacen travelled to Muir Island to attend class with other mutants at her Muir Island facility.
Scarcely a year had passed before a study abroad group from Xavier’s School got him kidnapped by the Hellfire Club. The action and adventure this Academy seemed to find itself in was exactly what Jacen had been missing, so, of course, he volunteered to go back with the Hellions on a permanent basis. He stayed with his new team through Terrorist attacks, Inter-dimensional jaunts, and reality-bending escapades, but has now only recently returned from trying (and failing) to convince his half-sister to come join the X-men in relative safety. He comes back to a different team, with new challenges and foes to face.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Cheery, Fun-loving and Exasperatingly nosy, Jacen is a fish out of water in most social situations, with an unfortunately blunt demeanor and a rather dark streak to his humor. He always tries to keep a good attitude, but can hold a grudge like nobody’s business, especially against those who’ve wronged the people he cares for. His blind faith in his ideals can leave him seeing the world through a rather naïve and simple lens at times.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Breakfast, Climbing things, Wearing as little as he can get away with, Gossip, Catching up on Pop Culture through Television (trashy or otherwise)
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Schoolwork, Pollution, Unnecessary Violence and/or mean-ness, Coconut
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Too fond of ‘why’ questions for his own good.
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐M u t a t i o n: Cephalopod Abilites ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Generally anything an Octopus can do he can do betterproportionally. At the moment this includes; []Amphibious with a tolerance for Extreme Pressures and Temperatures []Cephalopod Strength, Flexibility, Reflexes, and Durability []Enhanced Vision and Sense of Touch []Suction Cup Spawning, Ink Generation, Neurotoxin Production []Stationary Camouflage, Bioluminescence
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Good for stealth, hazardous environments, and physical combat.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Near Deafness (Fun fact, octopi can’t hear), Increased need to Stay Hydrated
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → .
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 7
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 6
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 11
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Black w/ Red Trim
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Telescopic Fire Staff
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Bo Staff (Intermediate) Hand-to-Hand Combat (Intermediate) Acrobatics (Master) Fire-Breathing
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → what do you mean, Jacen’s always looked like this much easier to find model and had the way less shitty backstory
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Lisburn, Ireland
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 17
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5’5”
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 116 lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Ear length Chestnut brown hair with blonde highlighting.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Light tan with flecks of freckles across her face.
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Slim but Trim build
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Irish American
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → She signs, the freckles across her face and double piercing on her left ear.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Alpha
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Donald Tathers-Father-Non Mutant Ramona Tathers-Mother-Non Mutant Seamus Tathers- Older Brother- Non Mutant
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → She considers her older brother Seamus her best friend. Reese Barely: She is a girl she bonded with after moving to Chicago. Collin trusts and even admires Reese as much as her brother. She is a talented DJ and skateboarder, much like Collin herself. Albert Sole:One of her few guy friends. He was a fellow classmate that initially stood up to her from some bullies when she first moved. After that they became close friends.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → ....
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xxxxxxxxxxxxIn the small Irish town of Lisburn, Donald Tathers celebrated with his wife Ramona as they welcomed a new little life into the world, Collin. Having their son Seamus 6 years prior Ramona’s prayer for a little girl finally came true and the family felt complete. Donald worked as a physics professor at the private school just outside of town, closer to the next city to be more specific, so many of his hours were spent there while Ramona enjoyed her time at home with the children. Donald and Ramona were loving parents, but Donald was a man who was more concerned with his reputation than anything else, and he expected his children to be at their best as well. Nothing seemed wrong with her life, loving parents and a wonderful brother that looked out for her. Things began to take a downward turn when Collin was 3 and she had yet to speak or for that matter stopped uttering laughter and sounds. Worried her mother took her to the family doctor and Collin was diagnosed with a bacterial Aphonia. Aphonia is the inability to produce a voice due to the disruption of the nerve that controls the muscles that control the larynx. Aphonia has many causes and it was discovered a bacterial infection was attacking the nerve. She was immediately admitted to the hospital in order to treat what was happening, but when the infection began to clear up the doctors told them that the damage was seemingly irreversible. Her parents couldn’t believe this was happening to their little girl and Seamus was heartbroken. Collin spent the next year and a half in the hospital for recovery and observing of the condition. When she returned home she had very little understanding of what was happening and how being mute created so many obstacles, one major one was finding a way to communicate, so her parents started taking her to classes that taught sign language. She caught onto it rather quickly and as Collin grew it was as if her condition wasn’t bothering her at all anymore and that gave her family a huge relief.
At age 10 she began to see the real strain her condition had put on everyone else. The hospital bills from her diagnosis and recovery were just about to be finished being paid off, the cost of the classes and specialists her parents took her to see all of it was costing more than one person could provide. It also appeared folks in town would come up to her and smile, but were really trying to gossip with her mother about the family’s situation. Putting the pieces together was made easy by it all and when she asked Seamus to tell her what was really going on he didn’t have the heart to lie to her. It was soon after this talk that Donald announced that he took a job overseas in America with the Apollon Institute of Research where his skills as a physicist would be proven more useful than as an instructor. Collin wasn’t too changed by the initial move, but she could tell Seamus was, being older he had many friends he had grown up with, and it wasn’t too likely he would find the same thing here.
Now in Chicago, Illinois they had a home that was a grade above their other one, enough money to pay off the bills moreover and a nice school. While this all seemed fine Collin and Seamus learned pretty quick that the people they were around now weren’t as understanding of Collin’s condition as they were back home. Kids would argue with her when she wouldn’t speak to them, one even tripped her leaving the classroom and others would just look at her funny. For the first time in a long time Collin was beginning to be confused and hurt by her condition, but Seamus continued to re-assure her that it wasn’t her it was them. Thankful for her brother’s support she became introverted from others, staying inside as soon as she got home and doing nothing but reading and listening to her music. She found that if she was to herself she felt calm and free from all the chaos of others. To keep himself busy in this new city Seamus would go skateboarding and take part in some parkour with other people he met at the skate park. He started bringing Collin here after finding the people there to be kind and together they became a tight knit group of friends. Collin started to feel better and find her place in this new home and her parents couldn’t have been more pleased with it. With these new friends Collin became an avid skateboarder and with her new friend Reese they would dj events at the skate park, finally she had something fun and new to do every day.
As all the comic books, tv shows and movies say, one day everything changed. To be more specific everything changed when her powers first manifested. Collin was 13 and had been staying home after coming down with a fever. Near the end of the week while she was napping her parents and brother came back from a dinner at the Institute. Seamus was told to go and check on her but when he did he screamed and fell back. She woke up with her Bock record still playing and found she was surrounded by a force-field. She freaked out as well but as soon as she did the force-field dispersed. When her parents ran in they told them what had happened but they brushed it off as their imagination and a bad fever dream. The next day Collin stayed home again and hesitantly started to play the record, but nothing happened. She felt relieved and started to play something else, a pop song that had recently become very popular and annoyingly catchy. While Collin obliviously danced around the room she was forming an orange colored mass in her hands. When she opened her eyes to see this “stuff” on her hands she threw it to the ground and in doing so it dispersed into a harsh blowback of sound waves. The blowback damaged things around the room, including the window and a small chunk of the wall. Unsure of what was happening to her she went to her brother and showed him what was happening. Staying calm she was able to do it again, holding the mass of energy in her hands, this time admiring it rather than throwing it to the ground. Seamus, while shocked, calmly told her that it was possible she may be a mutant like the people the news are always reporting on. She had heard about those kinds of people that had strange powers, but she never thought she could be one. She broke down scared and frantically signing that being mute was bad enough. From what they knew mutants were hated and after so long of working with her disability she had a new thing to worry about and was more than upset about it, crying for most of the day after the realization.
For her safety her brother promised not to say anything to their parents. The rest of her time sick at home was spent in complete silence, too afraid to do anything that may cause her powers to activate, including listening to her music. It was obvious to her family that she was upset, looking miserable whenever she came home and secluding herself in her room without a valid reason. Seamus finally confronted her about her behavior and told her she needed to get a hold of this, or else everyone would suspect something is really wrong. Collin knew she had to control herself, but it was scaring her more than she could understand. She started to spend a lot of time at the library researching books on sound and anything they had on mutants, but unfortunately it was mostly news reports and propaganda that pit them as the bad guys. After a few weeks she was finally ready to try and start understanding her power. From what she started to gather about her mutation she was making sound into a solid form. It wasn’t just the music that was doing it, when she was watching tv she made the mass from the sounds it emanated, and while in the skate-park she made some from the roar of applause, but she didn’t know what to do with it and thinking about running it changed its shape into a flat, circular form. This was her secondary discovery, that she could shape it. She showcased her progress to her brother and he was extremely proud of her, but he also found this would be the right time to tell their parents, since Collin now understood it better and wasn’t freaking out anymore, well not as much as before anyway.
Following his advice she told her parents what was going on, how the window was really broken, and even showcased what she could do. She waited for them to respond, Seamus even saying when he found out he thought it was pretty cool, but to their surprise they said nothing. The rest of the evening was left in awkward silence and Collin closed herself off in her room, playing with the mass like silly putty in her hands. Not able to sleep she came out in the middle of the night to storm the fridge. She stopped after hearing her parents talking, more like arguing, about something. From what she heard they were arguing about what to do with Collin. It was unsettling hearing them speak in such a way. The final stab in the heart came from her father saying that they would not raise a mutant in the house and that their reputations here would be jeopardized. She crept back to her room and upset by the words snuck out the window and ran off to the skate park, the only other place she felt safe. A few hours and Seamus found her, looping around the lot on her board aimlessly. He couldn’t believe their parents would say such horrible things, having been so supportive up til now. He convinced her to come back home before their parents noticed but she decided to stop listening to music again, in order to keep her powers at bay and her parents happy, one of the only things she cared about more than music.
Not having music and unable to listen to the other sounds around her was incredibly difficult, having to run or even cover her ears when she got the feeling. Her power seemed pretty active so when she got home she would stay in her room and listen to her headphones just to calm herself down and unwind from the built up urge. After all the hiding and sneaking around Collin came to a realization that this power felt...well it felt right, along with the fact that just not listening to every little sound was near impossible. She started to go to the skate park at night and play around with her powers while skating, since it was basically deserted at night, but Seamus would be with her too sometimes. Seamus had begun going to college a year later and with him there he couldn’t keep watching to make sure Collin would stay safe. Two years passed by and Collin had been able to keep up the rouse, but a month after she turned 16 it all finally broke down. Her father had associates from the institute over for dinner but Collin was to stay either in her room or quiet at the table. She took the latter option and stayed in her room but left a few times to grab something from the kitchen. They didn’t notice her very often but one of them had a phone suddenly go off and it caught her off-guard. She swung around but in that movement the energy was in her hands and falling to the floor. As it did in her room 2 years ago it released an impulse that sent her to the ground and shook the dinner up. The men ran out disgruntled and her mother went to check on her. She apologized but her father was furious. A fight broke out between Collin and her father and in anger he struck her. Her mother tried to help her but her dad revealed a whole new side to him; he didn’t see his daughter anymore but a freak. He told her to leave but Collin was feeling too afraid and hurt to even move. Her father jerked her up from the ground by her collar and prepared to strike her again but her mother struck him across the face. She grabbed Collin and moved away from him while he was in shock. He grabbed her mother and threw her against the wall. Donald started coming towards her, but an idea struck Collin and without a dash of hesitation she jumped up and ran through the house and into her room. Her father followed close behind and struggled with her when she tried to close the bedroom door on him. He burst through and she fell to the ground, but she scampered to reach her headphones and turn them on. He grabbed her by the arm but she reached them as the music began to play. She focused on the sound and accumulated the mass in her hands and started to think of something to use, something to stop him, something that for some reason was round. The mass formed a small ring around her hand, but with no time to question why it was like that she threw it at him and it struck him in the head. He fell to the ground unconscious. She collapsed, finally crying and taking in the whole situation. Her mother ran in but crept away crying as well in hysteria.
Seamus came back home after the incident. Her father was arrested for attacking them, but as if to still hold the family together, said nothing about Collin’s abilities to the authorities, of course she believed he still wanted to retain his status as the father of a “normal” kid. The whole event showed Collin that she couldn’t be scared all the time and she had to embrace this gift as it may safe her again one day. Her mother fell into a depressive state and relied on the support of her children to get back on track. Oddly enough the men from the dinner didn’t reveal anything to anyone, as far as they knew, but the whole event started rumors that spread through their neighborhood. No one really knew what had happened but Collin did, and she had to live with it. She continued to practice with her powers, now more freely at home, and at the skate park, but there was only so much she could do herself, she needed help. That was when her brother found out about a school that could give her exactly what she needed.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Collin has generally calm and easygoing disposition. She is content and otherwise happy most of the time but her biggest problem is how quickly she lets herself become confused or conflicted even over the most straight forward subjects. She has been called indifferent, but it is really her wish to be neutral and stand at the side of peace. She is enthusiastically quirky when she is with close friends, having the most fun she can with them and without any judgments.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Operas or any live showcases really, listening to music in her room, working with music, reading old books, orange juice, Dr. Pepper, carrots and okra chips, old movies, skateboarding and yoga
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Meat, spicy foods, big birds, large crowds, being on stage or the focus of other’s attention, heights, online social websites, country and rap music genres
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r→ Collin tries to implement her facial expressions to convey messages or her emotions to people rather than sign to them. She doesn’t put her trust in others easily. She isn’t very social except with a few amount of people she has known for a long time but besides them she will stay quiet and out of things. Growing up has shown her how hard and terrible people can be so she is very wary when meeting people, but will put up an effort to befriend them in hopes of creating that bridge of trust if others are willing to as well. When she gets extremely angry or upset about something she will try to speak, better to say yell, rather than sign. She is blatantly honest with whatever she says, knowing she doesn’t want to waste anything she says.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Sonokinetic Construction, also referred to as Solid Sound or Sound Constructs, gives Collin the ability to convert sound into a malleable form and use the energy mass to create simple 3-dimensional constructs. As sound is needed for her powers she prefers to use music as her main source. Different music genres influence the color of the construct. For example: One construct that she is the most comfortable with is a force-field that becomes a yellow color because her favorite type of music is classical. It becomes red when she uses sound from rock n’ roll or orange from dance/pop music. When she uses natural sounds like from people, animals, vehicles, et cetera the constructs become a grayish green color. Constructs she knows and is comfortable with making are: ◉Bubble-Like Force-Field ◉ Small Energy rings/discs that she can throw like a Frisbee ◉ Finger-sized darts that she can also extend to a spear like weapon ◉Small to medium sized circle platforms
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → ◉Sound has a vast amount of sources from which to draw from. ◉She uses music as her main source of sound because it is easily accessible by anyone so there is almost never a worry to find a source for it, even having a personal one like wearing a music player. ◉Collin just has to be able to hear it and she can draw it to her, but only if it is a certain distance away from her. ◉Smaller constructs take a lot less out of her so she can create more of them compared to larger constructs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → ◉If the time ever comes Collin may be unable to find a source of sound to manipulate; an area of pure silence is the worst place to be with this power. ◉Distance from a source can determine the aptitude to control the sound, the farther away the harder it is. ◉One of her biggest worries is Sound Nullification, or the cancellation of sound. In order to use it she has to be able to hear it. ◉Collin is limited to how complicated the constructs can be based on her own physical and mental strength and skill. This also is put into account for how long a construct can last as well as the time between which she can do different ones. If she does too many for her to handle she could become drained, or worse fall unconscious. As of recently- she can create up to 7 constructs continuously before becoming tired and needing at least a minute or two before she can do it again.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → ◉Her power is active but is also very technically based. She needs to have pre-existing knowledge of what things are before she can create them, making things up could cause an adverse reaction from the mass ((trying to form it into something she and the energy cannot comprehend)) and injure her and others with the energy blowback. This is the main reason she is so comfortable with creating such simple forms, they don’t require as much thought as complicated ones, but the point of being at the academy is to push her out of her comfort zone and become more controlling and creative with her powers. ◉Wing Constructs aren’t a weakness, but more of an obstacle. She has a small fear of heights and when she first tried them she couldn’t control them very well, so she is a little off on the idea of making them again until she learns better control.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 2
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Her uniform is a high collar jumpsuit has the X symbol as a zipper with a belt. She wears a pair of finger-less gloves with the X on the top of hands and ankle high combat ready boots. Sometimes she will wear a black hooded bolero with the X insignia on the back and two smaller insignias on the shoulders. The hoodie and jumpsuit has lining matching her team’s color.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Collin has a pair of stereo headphones that she always likes to have around her neck. They are an old pair given to her by her brother [[see bio]] but she has re-fitted the headphones with outward speakers. Fearing they would be broken in a fight, she has a special set that are smaller and cuff around her ears to wear with her uniform. She has a few skateboards that she likes to use to get around. Some of them are hand-me-downs from her brother when he switched to a different kind of board as he got older.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Parkour (Intermediate) She is an avid skateboarder and traceuse thanks to the tutelage of her brother. Having taken part in it since she was young she can do many tricks with little difficulty nowadays. Music (Intermediate) She started working with her friend Reese as a DJ and finds herself intrigued by the technical side of it and has been studying the composition of music to better understand the task and hoping to someday compose her own music. She also has a general love for music and listens to it almost all the time. Dance (Beginner) & Computer Skills (Beginner) Becoming a DJ got her started working with technical applications in the field and Reese got her into trying to learn to dance (but she'd rather be behind the turn table). Collin is a fast reader and doesn’t waste much time reading a book or set of instructions. She loves to study so any reading material she can get her hands on she will not put down until she has completely read it from cover to cover. The longest time she took to read a 500 page book was 1½ days. Though she isn’t too proud of this she has gotten really good at hiding. She never liked being in large crowds and bullies always had her running away to safety, so when she needed to she would find the safest place to hide.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → ◉She is mute and communicates through ASL. Sometimes she will also write things down if people don’t or are unable to understand. ◉She has been a vegetarian since she was 8 years old. ◉Her parents and brother have described her as having an “old soul”. ◉When she first discovered her powers she was sure her record player was cursed.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Parker Elena Mei
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Rorschach
xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s →
xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → February 14
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Brooklyn, NYC, NY
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 19
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5' 5"
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 120 lbs
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Dark Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Tanned
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Average
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American [1/2 Italian, 1/2 Chinese]
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Multiple piercings and tattoos (inconsistent images)
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m →
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Father: Nathan Mei - Badass daddy - No known mutation - Currently incarcerated Mother: Sofia Di Francesco - Renowned grifter - No known mutation - Currently incarcerated "Uncle": Peter Lang - Forger extraordinaire - Cloaking abilities - Currently in hiding Sister: Celina Mei (technically a pug but who said pugs can't be sisters?)
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xxxxxxxxxxxxYou know... not every mutant kid has a tragic backstory. Yeah I was raised by criminals but my parents weren't brutally murdered and I never had to feed myself by fishing food out of a dumpster. I wasn't beaten or abandoned, nor was I a foster kid. Get rid of those criminal stereotypes currently sitting in your mind because sometimes, criminals can be the best parents.
I was born on Valentine's Day in a hospital in Brooklyn. Pretty normal, right? Mother had me at 39 weeks via natural birth and then brought me home to their spacious loft in the heart of Brooklyn's Chinatown, where I slept and ate and lived for the next 18 years. I'd like to think my first language was English but they told me my first word was 'ciao', which obviously was not English. So who knows? I grew up in a trilingual house. Sometimes all three languages end up in the same sentence. But that's not exactly important. You nosy people asked about my background so let's hit the rewind button and take a trip down memory lane.
Unlike me, Nathan (daddy dearest), was a foster kid. He ended up with a small street gang in Queens in his early teens after he ran away from his foster home. They were mean people so I don't blame him. Anyway, he started as a thief and then went on to do bigger jobs. But their ambition exceeded their experience and a job went awry. Some of those guys got arrested but daddy got lucky (and this is the beginning of a long streak of luck so sometimes he thinks he's got a fancy mutation or something. Not true). He fled the scene as fast as his legs would allow and that was when he met Uncle Peter. Peter's not my actual biological uncle but he might as well be because he's been in my life since day one. Anyway, Uncle Peter has the ability to cloak things and when he saw this scared little teen running from the scene of a crime, he decided to help. Think of it as some sort of extended invisibility power. He cloaked the two of them from the big bad cops and a beautiful friendship was born.
Or something like that.
Peter turned out to have a pretty interesting life of his own. He was in his late thirties when he met my dad and worked as a broker on Wall Street. But not really. That was only what my dad thought when they met... since the guy was in a pretty expensive suit and all. Peter Lang or Patrick Wang or Mike Collins or simply The Python was a forger who operated out of his one bedroom apartment in Manhattan. He specialized in everything from fake IDs to paintings. My dad told him his story and Peter decided to help by offering him some discounted identification documents to help daddy dearest start a new life. It was a super nice plan but my dad had another idea in mind. He wanted Peter to teach him his ways. He thought, given his background and his inability pay for the IDs, that he could instead work for Peter in exchange for the IDs. He got lucky again because although Peter was incredibly reluctant at first, he decided to give teenage Nathan a trial run.
The trial eventually turned into a partnership and Peter's one bedroom Manhattan base turned into an entire three story building in the heart of Brooklyn's Chinatown. Their base now operates under the disguise of a Chinese restaurant called Lotus Dragon and they've even hired a whole bunch of people to work in the restaurant. They even have a mutant security guard who can replicate himself. (So technically... I guess they have a whole security army)
Where does my mom come in? Well, he met my mom on a beach in Hawaii and they went to a luau and gazed at the stars and... No, totally kidding. He met her for the first time when a blonde Englishwoman came to them asking for an American passport and a driver's license under the name of Laura Flynn. They did the job, asked no questions, and suspected nothing of the woman. Two years later they met again at an art gala in Boston. Since they do occasionally forge paintings, he was there for research purposes (art theft). And he was just standing there enjoying the free champagne when he saw her in a dazzling black dress with her brown hair pinned up in a messy up-do chatting with some rich old men. Of course, things get exponentially harder when you have two art thieves on different teams... who just happened to be going after the same painting. The Sparknotes version of that event is this: neither of them got the painting, she yelled at him, he yelled at her, and he found out that she wasn't English or American but she was actually an Italian grifter named Sofia Di Francesco.
Apparently interfering with each other equaled attraction because three years after that event they got together and had a baby. But they never married. Both of them agreed they didn't need a silly piece of paper and rings to secure their bond. They did, however, decide to work together as partners. She helped him out with his forgery business and he helped her with her cons. It was like a match made in heaven.
So you might think my childhood was different because my parents weren't your average law abiding citizens and maybe that's true... but I think it was actually pretty normal.
They didn't put me in school. Neither of them really liked school and neither stayed in school so it wouldn't make sense for them to subject me to the torture they both escaped from. Instead of sitting in a classroom for 8 long hours everyday, they thought they could substitute a typical boring education by tutoring me in only what's important. We focused on math (especially mental math), languages (English, Chinese, and Italian), art history... and other stuff like how to tell a forgery from the real thing, lock picking, professional etiquette, how to read body language, and how to talk my way in and out of situations. My education was very hands on. I didn't just read about lock picking, I actually did it. I practiced my cooking skills with the chefs downstairs and my people skills by talking to the customers. But this also meant a lot of other stuff, like chemistry and biology, were excluded from my education.
We didn't have a TV in our loft so I spent my free time wandering around Chinatown or reading the massive amount of books my parents gave me. It's pretty amazing how much you can get done when you didn't spend 8 hours locked up in a school. But my favorite thing to do while growing up was art. And it still is my favorite thing to do. I sketched, doodled, and spent an insane amount of time trying to replicate the paintings my parents stole.
I didn't get my Hogwarts letter when I was 11 but I did get one of those fancy mutations. And it wasn't a traumatizing time for me. It was amazing. Imagine the joy an artist might have when they find out they can absorb some ink, touch a piece of paper, and turn the image in their head into an actual work of art. That was me. I was so happy but of course, it took years for me to figure out how it actually worked. It probably could've been a faster process because some people from this fancy Academy came to our place and offered me a place in their school. But my parents didn't think it was a good idea so they turned out the offer. I wasn't upset. Schools, in my opinion (and theirs), were terrible places to be.
But yeah. That's pretty much the entire story... or at least the interesting bits. Like I said, they're good parents. The took me to Coney Island and tons of museums and we had picnics in Central Park and went skating at Rockefeller. We even traveled a bit around the United States. I sometimes tagged along on their jobs but mostly I hung around Uncle Peter, who, like with my father, took me under his wing.
One last thing (and this part is pretty tragic). My dad's streak of luck eventually ran out. No one can do what they do and not make a few enemies here and there. Well some of those enemies were really pissed when the found out the art they bought was a fake and that my parents had the real thing. That's a crappy situation but it's nothing that can't be fixed and it's nothing they haven't been through before. Except this time the "angry people" were actually undercover FBI. They knew they weren't getting out of this one so they told our lovely replicating security guard to take the art to their safehouse and told Peter to get me to the Academy.
Last I heard they were arrested. But not before destroyed any traces that might lead the FBI to me. If that's not love then I don't know what is.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Because of her lack of exposure to the "normal" world, she might come off as strange, stupid, ignorant, naive, and even a bit annoying. She's completely okay with being left alone and wouldn't be offended if people ignored her. She's good at finding things to entertain herself and is almost never bored. She also tends to work independently and is still trying to adjust to the team life. She's sassy, sarcastic, and likes it when people don't take things too seriously. She's bad at staying angry or serious and despite her resting b***h face, she's an optimist with an undying supply of sunshine.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Art, pugs, Celina, cats, small furry things in general, money, books - especially fantasy novels, popcorn, her family, video games, acting, movies
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Cops, most other law enforcement people, school, the military, homework, guns, drugs, anything government related
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Has a vivid imagination and likes to make up stories or improv for fun. She has also not yet discovered her sexuality.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → [A bit difficult to explain so I'm going to break it down as best as I can. Feel free to PM me for further explanations.]
It goes something like this:
Part 1. She can absorb ink from any source (usually pens, printed items, other people's tattoos) and store it on her body as tattoos. Done via touch. Part 2. She can transfer ink that is stored on her body onto other surfaces (usually paper or skin). Done via touch. Part 3. She can form a psychic connection with inked items (words/images on paper or tattoos) and manipulate their form/shape/appearance. For example: She can re-arrange the words on a piece of paper or merge them together to form a shape. A visual is needed for the connection to be made. Not touch based. Part 4 (for future use only. With the psychic connection, she can also command inked images to act like real objects. For example: If a person has a dagger tattoo, she can command the dagger to cut the person. A budding aspect of her mutation. Visual is needed. Not touch based
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → - Hands free note-taking. - Needle free tattoos for herself and others. - Can confidently do Parts 1-3.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → - Amount of ink she can store is limited by her surface area. - Touch based absorption requires her to carry ink on her. - Ink only. Pencils, paints - not absorbable. - A visual is required for her to make a connection. This connection can be broken if the target is obscured. Basically, the psychic connection can be easily disrupted. - Part 4 under construction.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → .
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → details
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t →
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Art History - Intermediate Pick-Pocketing - Intermediate Lock-Picking/Safecracking - Intermediate Surveillance - Intermediate Forgery - Intermediate Computer Skills - Intermediate
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Trilingual: English, Mandarin Chinese, and Italian
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Atlanta, Georgia
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → Nineteen
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5'10"
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 180 lbs
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Black
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Light Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Mocha / Light Skinned
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Toned
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Two stud earrings, self designed tribal tattoo on his left side of stomach on his v-line
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omega
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Elijah Pierce - Biological Father (Deceased) Teniel Pierce - Biological Mother (Deceased) Richard King - Adoptive Father (Alive) Sarah King - Adoptive Mother (Alive) Alexandria "Alex" King - Adoptive Older Sister - (Alive)
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → TBA
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → TBA
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xxxxxxxxxxxxTrust. That's what relationships come down to. Hell, that's what living day-to-day comes down to in hundred of little ways. You trust that people aren't going to run red lights and run someone over in a crosswalk. You trust that people in authority aren't going to abuse that authority. And sometimes it's as simple as trusting someone to do what they say they can. Trust. Being able to take someone at his or her word. It's what makes or breaks us. For Micah's biological father, misplacing his trust in another is what ultimately led to the death his wife and himself. Micah was born as the first and only child to the couple of Elijah and Teniel Pierce in Atlanta, Georgia. The two had only been married one full year before his mother became aware that she was pregnant, which to say wasn't that shocking considering the healthy active sex life the two of them had together. His father Elijah worked in a high end restaurant on a food line adapting his cooking skills while his mother focused on getting her college degree in business.
The two functioned as a hard working unit and while their marriage was like any other when it came to the occasional disagreements and arguments it was still a very happy and normal one. Several years passed after the birth of their beautiful son which brought the couple even closer, Elijah was focusing on getting the resources to start up his own southern cooking restaurant based off the experiences he had learned the past years and his wife Teniel was in agreement helping him when she could as she managed her own clothing store. Micah or Mj as his parents had nicknamed him had a very normal happy childhood until he turned the age of eight. It was at that time that his life was about to take it's first harsh turn that would change him forever. The young child was playing upstairs in his room when he heard it, the sound of the front door being kicked it and the small struggle that ensued.
Slowly walking out of his room and down the hall Micah crept to the stair balcony not understanding the danger until he saw what was happening. There was a man in a black mask standing over his father having pistol whipped him to the ground cussing at Elijah while his father tried to reason with him. The scream of his mother came from the kitchen area and another struggle reached the ears of young Mj. His mother had always been a strong woman and although she'd been taken by surprise while cooking Teniel had managed to recover quickly scrapping with the woman intruder who had entered her home uninvited. The intense sounds coming from the kitchen caused the man in the black mask to force his father to his feet and with the gun pressed to the back of his head led him towards the kitchen. Not before Elijah who was bleeding from the side of his temple from the pistol whipping made eye contact with Micah and his eyes tried to indicate for his son to hide without giving him away to his attacker. His son was a smart boy and although he felt a fear he had never experienced before his young mind reacted to the situation the best it could.
Police. He needed to contact the police like he had seen them do on the television so many times when bad things happened. The shouting coming from downstairs kept going as he made his way quietly to his parents room, there on the dresser was the home phone and he had to climb on the chair next to it to reach it. Phone in hand Micah without trying to make a sound went to his room down the hall and crawled under his bed that was against the far wall to hide. The yelling had come to an end downstairs but there was still a lot of movement as he focused on the phone and dialed 911. The operator on the line was a female and Micah answered her questions to the best of his ability although he couldn't remember his address by heart. It was only a few minutes that had passed before he heard someone coming up the stairs, he told the lady on the phone and she told him to remain silent and so he did. He could hear his mother's jewelry being grabbed from her bedroom and his mother's voice talking telling whomever it was to take anything they wanted. When all things seemed done with the stealing they stepped into the hall and that was when the intruder noticed his room in the back. His mother protested that there was nothing of value down there but the woman insisted that she'd make that decision for herself forcing her mother by gunpoint to led the way.
Once they were in his room the female intruder spoke in surprise that his mother hadn't revealed she had a child given the layout of the room. His mother lied saying that Micah was staying with a friend of hers. The woman must not have believed her since she began to make a game out of finding where Mj could be. The protesting of his mother saying the woman was wasting her time only made her want to search more. Micah could see the legs of the woman through the tears that were coming down his face as she went to the closet banging on the door with the pistol while taunting the rules of hide and seek. He could see his mother's legs slowly stepping back as the attention of the woman was on the closet. Finally opening it he could only imagine the intense feelings Teniel must have been having in that moment as she knew his favorite hiding spot was under his bed. For it was the next place the intruder seemed to want to check and all Mj could do was lay there in horror as her feet stopped in front of his bed.
Wanting to cry out for his mom the next few minutes happened so fast for the eight year old boy. Before the woman could kneel down to find him the sound of something heavy shattering reached his ears. His mother screamed for him to run as she'd unplugged and threw his room's night lamp at the back on the woman's head then tackled her on the bed struggling for the gun she had. Micah with the phone still in hand crawled quickly from under the fighting women and did as his mom said looking over his shoulder in time to see the gun go off and his mother's body fall to the side. Running as fast as he could down the hall and down the stairs he came face to face with the man in the black mask briefly before his father Elijah rushed him just as his mother had done upstairs telling him to run for the front door. Doing as his father told him as he struggled once again with the man another gunshot rang out and just as Micah opened the front door a police officer grabbed him out of the way while two units entered the house. While being carried away he could see his father on the ground covered in red as the police ordered the gunmen to drop his weapon. The home invaders chose to die then and there rather than do jail time so when more shots fired Micah didn't realize that was the last time he'd be seeing his house. Or the fact that the Caucasian police officer who had carried him away from the tragedy that had been his home was Richard King, the man who would come to take in and later adopt Micah into his family.
A lot of s**t happened after the deaths of his parents, majority of the time he just went with the flow. Having no real other family Micah was placed into the system although Richard King had taken a great deal of interest into the case and Micah as a child. A family man Richard had a wife and ten year old daughter at the time when the Pierce case hit the news, it was tragic and the inflicted trauma of the young child would take a great deal of time for him to recovery from. A recovery that Richard King didn't believe would be possible growing up in a system of moving the child from foster home to foster home, as an orphan himself the police officer felt very strongly and made an effort to really get involved in Micah's life. After going through the necessary channels and the continued extensive therapy for Mj, the King family became his foster home and would later became his adoptive caretakers.
As the years came and went the transition of Mj coming to terms with what had happened to his family and the gain of a new one was one of the hardest things he'd dealt with after the tragedy. Yet time heals most wounds and Micah came to love the Richards as if he had always been a part of their family although never forgetting about his biological parents. As the conflicts between the mutantkind and humanity worsened by the actions of Magneto and the organization of Shield, these problems while major seemed like a world away for Micah King. Even when he hit the age of puberty and his x-gene manifested he had no way of knowing with the nature of his power that he was a mutant himself until several years later. At the age of eighteen Micah was talked into going to a gay nightclub in downtown Atlanta by a co-worker after closing. Seeing that it was a Friday night and he had nothing better to do he decided to attend and met his work colleague at the night club.
An hour or so passed as he was having a good time dancing and generally hanging with the friends of his co-worker who had been invited on this little night on the town adventure. Needing a small break from the action on the dance floor Mj went to the back area of the second bar and took a seat, the area was fairly secluded for all but the bartender and another patron that was at the end of the bar across from him. The guy looked to be about in his mid-twenties and he was clearly shitfaced from the way he could barely light the cigarette that he had placed in his mouth. Micah had no way to know that the drunken individual was a mutant, hell he didn't even know he was one until something strange happened next. As the bartender left momentarily to get some supplies from the front of the club, the drunken man kept making the occasional glance at Mj as he blew smoke from mouth and finally the man got up and came to sit near Micah. Talking or at least that's what Micah assumed the man was trying to do with the groggy mess that left his lips as he touched MJ's barehand. Mj opted to get up to avoid this continued ridiculous display by way of the bathroom off to the right by the door that led to a side alley. That was when it happened, the first sign that something about him had changed, he felt it inside of him...something filling him up almost as if it was intertwining itself to his core.
Not understanding what the hell was going on when Mj got off the barstool and took that first step forward, black smoke manifested around his figure until his entire body shattered into a wispy cloud mixture of black smoke and orange embers projecting him forward. Coming out of the swift dash a surprised yell left his lips as he re-materialized into the doorway. The drunken clubber stood to his feet pointing accusingly at Micah but he was too focused on what had just happened to him to pay attention to what the guy was babbling. Trying to take another step forward he turned into the uncontrollable wispy cloud once more this time upon re-materializing Mj hit the alley door hard enough to knock it open and send himself falling to the concrete of the side alley. Recovering slowly propping himself up on his elbows, his mind worked quickly trying to deduce what was happening to him. Then the drunken patron from the bar came dashing out of the door to the alley in the same method that he had just done only landing on his feet to stand over Mj glaring down at him. The man slurred through half of his rage rant on how Micah had stolen his power even though the fool had just proven he still had it. MJ realized in that moment that despite the ear full he was getting from the drunken man it was highly likely that he was indeed a mutant. A small confrontation with the man whose powers he had imprinted went down as he didn't appreciate someone having taken his powers, it was an eye opener for Micah seeing what the other mutant could do and he come out of it alright as the idiot was too drunk to pose any real threat to Mj anyway.
Micah King spent the next few days processing and practicing with this Typhokinetic power he had gained before sitting his family down and telling them what happened and what he wanted as a result. They accepted the news well and supported his decision to get in contact with the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters in New York to learn more about his mutation. Within the next two weeks Mj was standing on the front door of the Institute ready to begin his new life as a mutant.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Like most children Micah was insatiably curious, blissfully unafraid, and trusting of the world and those in it. Then reality struck at him hard by means of an home invasion that ended with the deaths of his parents in front of him. It was that moment that MJ would always remember how cruel the world he lived in could be. Tragedy was an unmerciful b***h and no matter the age terrible things could happen to anyone. He never wanted to be a victim again, defenseless like that again. His psyche was impacted by the event making him more distant and introverted for a time. That is until he was adopted by his loving foster family and grew up under the care of the King family.
MJ is a reserved, stoic, and hardened individual. He is able to keep calm in the most extreme of circumstances and adapt while maintaining his steady composure. Despite his serious nature he feels a lot of compassion for those lucky enough to be called his friends and is willing to go to any length to protect them. He often views tough choices with an "ends justify the means" mentality and is capable of brutally that would shock most if threatened. He is very perceptive, studious, and often blunt, not one to sugarcoat things at the expense of one's feeling. He prefers to tackle problems head on and encourages other to do that same. MJ accepts people for who they are, even if he considers them weak or foolish. Despite his seriousness, MJ loves to let loose and have a good time often opening up more when partying, tequila, or dancing is involved. He is also a sucker for a good joke and has a rare cute laugh and vibrant smile that would surprise most people given his overall exterior.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Kittens, Studying, Dark Fantasy, Roleplaying Games, Horror Films, Crime/Mystery Novels, Outdoors, Exercise, Music
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Snakes, Idiocy, Sickness, Boredom, Arrogance, Damsels in distress, Whiners
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Is attracted to intelligent guys who challenge him to be better both intellectually and physically.
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐M u t a t i o n: Power Replication ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Imprint can replicate the powers and abilities of anyone by touch. He is also able to take on the unique physical characteristics of those he copies if power related, for example; wings for flight.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → The nature of his power makes him a very versatile ally or foe to have in any given situation. Although he can't copy memories and skills, his mutation's nature allows him a small minimal degree of control and understanding when an ability is first imprinted.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Imprint's power to mimic abilities is limited to one person at a time and are only half the potency of the original possessor. Once a power is copied Imprint must train and develop the ability in order to use it well. Although his mutant nature makes it likely come easier for him, nonetheless he still has to learn on his own how to use the abilities he copies.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → The powers he copies are not temporary and won't fade away over time. While the power is permanent once copied the only way to let a power fade is the copy of another to take its place. It is impossible for him to become a "blank slate".
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Here - red or blue shirt and glove color depends on team affiliation
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → N/A
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Dance (Intermediate) Cooking (Intermediate) Video Games (Master) Swimming (Intermediate) Music (Beginner)
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Micah has shown a great deal of interest in using the knowledge and skills he's learned from the Institute to create his own private mutant detective agency in the future.
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✖▐ Finn Jamesonxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Krakenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Finn Jameson xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Kraken
xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → N/A
xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → January 20th
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Brisbane, Australia
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 23
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 6ft, 4in.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 230 lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Dark Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Blue
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Light
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Muscular
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Australian
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Finn speaks with a mild Australian accent and hints of Australian slang can sometimes slip, causing confusion to his listener. Finn also carries the Star of David scarred into the rear of his left shoulder which still causes him slight discomfort to see. His usual dress attire consists of basic clothing such as white, black, and navy blue t-shirts as well as simple dark joggers and sweats.
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Alpha
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Father – Deceased.
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → Not available.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → Not available.
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxGrowing up, Finn was the son of a local Jewish fisherman off the coast of Australia. Although he was born in Brisbane, he was quickly relocated with his father towards the quieter areas of the coast. His mother had passed away shortly after giving birth to Finn and his father sought a slower paced lifestyle. The boy, however, was green and curious in his youth, incapable of sitting still and always searching for the next shiny sea shell. He wasn’t much of a troublemaker, but his desire to explore often got him yelling for his father’s helping hand. Finn’s early childhood is characterized by long travels to and from school, as well as learning to aid his father in various tasks. In his spare time, Finn’s father would also attempt to pass on his own religious knowledge to the boy. The teachings spread from scripture reading to language study, to even famed tales.
By the time Finn was eighteen, he had become a seasoned fisherman and sailor in his own right. Due to his close proximity to the ocean, Finn had spent the vast majority of his free time enjoying its beauty. He had grown to understand the ocean’s calm as well as its anger. As his eighteenth birthday rolled around, Finn eagerly enlisted himself for Australia’s Coast Guard program. He would operate as a Search and Rescue member for the next three years of his life. It was during his enlistment that his mutant powers began to manifest in addition to unwanted attention. Through his tenure in the program, Finn had quickly rose up the ranks. Although he began as a simple volunteer, by the end of his contract Finn was directing and leading rescue missions. His most notable feat was leading the Search and Rescue mission of an American ambassador’s daughter and her small party during a raging storm. Upon identifying them from his team’s helicopter, Finn immediately recognized their exhaustion from swimming and keeping afloat. In an act of valor and recklessness, the boy dove from two-hundred feet off his helicopter and secured a rescue line to each body. His rash reaction had fortunately saved the lives of the lost party and the media had quickly blown the country kid up as a “Boy Wonder”.
Finn, however, would find his fame to be short lived. During this time, the world was in anxiety over mutant existence and the threat of their unknown power. This anxiety prompted further investigation into the boy’s would-be heroics. Finn’s dive from the helicopter was declared as “impossible to be endured by the human body”. He became the notorious talk of the nation and was quickly degraded following the termination of his contract. The government of Australia had no intention to defend the boy, justifying the termination as “necessary to preserve the sanctity of the State”. Finn sought to immediately return home to the country side in an attempt to hide until the situation had cleared up. Unfortunately, by the time Finn had reached his father’s house, a large hate group had already formed outside. Approaching from the distance, Finn could barely make out the figure in the middle of them being yelled at and assaulted. In fear that his father had been attacked, Finn dropped his belongings and ran towards the mob. When he finally made his way to the center of it, the boy found his beloved elderly father bloodied and lifeless. In rage, Finn lashed out at the crowd, pummeling several people before being overtaken by their sheer numbers. He would feel sharp pain in several areas of his body caused by what Finn could only assume as stab wounds. As he began to pass out in the dirt, he could feel the cold tip of a knife being dragged in a familiar pattern across the back of his shoulder. His final seconds of consciousness perceived only the hate of the man scarring his back and cussing, “Dirty ******** mutant Jew”.
By the time Finn awoke, he was in a hospital bed a week after passing out. He had been found crawling on the side of the road by locals, but he was unresponsive to communication – a behaviour the locals described as similar to sleepwalking. Finn laid in the hospital bed as a shell of the sunshine boy he used to be. The seemingly endless supply of energy he once held had been drained in the tragic death of his father. His eyes had grown dark and weary as he came to accept the grim reality that his life had forever changed, and his only option now was to run for some sort of haven. Persecution and oppression licked at his heel at every corner he turned. Eventually, Finn would come to learn about the Academy X where several mutants were said to have been housed in an attempt to save them from the outside world. With no where else left to go, Finn would decide to leave his country for the academy as a shot for security. Although he wished to remain close to his father's resting place and house, he knew that there was no sanctum for him in Australia.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Finn is easily summed up as humble but confident. He holds the demeanor of a man who knows his worth but does not care to show others. He’s friendly but sometimes quiet due to his habit of listening first and filtering his words. However, it would be a mistake to label Finn as an introvert. He simply finds small talk and unnecessary conversation to be a wasteful expenditure of energy. Finn is courageous and quick to act in situations that he deems unjust in order to defend others. Although he is not passive in conflict, he also does not seek to trouble others or go out of his way to prove a point. He’d much rather move on and abandon an argument than persist in a cyclical battle. He’s also quite honest in his words and won’t beat around the bush when it comes to an opinion. Often time’s people find Finn to be a man of maturity and worldliness. He comes off with an aura of capability and adequacy. He is far from neurotic or emotional and is calculated in his every action. That being said, people also find it hard to connect with Finn at an emotional or personal level because he doesn’t react or behave as someone who is fully welcoming but rather distant.
When there is a presence of danger or the immediate need to act, Finn switches into a whole different persona. He becomes very vocal and commanding out of work habit. He is very quick to analyze the situation and run several plans through his head in search of the best option. When in this “leader mode”, Finn becomes much more confrontational, even with those on his team. Although he does not mind taking the back seat and following orders in these scenarios, he would be quick to voice out any of his opinions on the matter.
Finn is quite strong mentally which leads to a very determined personality. He does not want for many things but when he wants to achieve a goal, he puts maximum amounts of energy into obtaining it. He is also level headed and calculated, far from being stubborn. Thus he is capable of withdrawing himself from most social situations without feeling a damage in pride. He does, however, hold a typical weakness of self-sacrifice and being too heavily just. He would willingly attempt to rescue anyone who is in need of help even if his life is on the line and the odds were stacked well against him.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Finn appreciates the simplicity and quiet of open nature. He likes the distance it gives him from other people and the ability to gather his thoughts away from a chaotic society. Even more so, Finn enjoys being submerged in water. The sensation of being engulfed by water reminds Finn of the safety his father once provided. Every time the water wrapped itself around him, Finn could swear it felt like the warmth of his father’s hugs when he was a child. Finn had also developed a natural affinity to seafood as it was all that was around his house growing up. Overall, Finn enjoys the simpler things of life such as the intimate company of small groups rather than large ones.
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Finn hates the current state of conflict the world is in. He hates that the violence between humans and mutants is so prominent. Although he is a mutant himself, he cannot support either extremist groups that wish to harm innocent people. In spite of his father dying by the hands of humans, Finn refuses to see them all as the same entity. In addition, Finn heavily dislikes the use of modern technology in personal items such as cell phones and videogames. As a country boy, he heavily feels the need to enjoy the world for its natural state rather than being preoccupied with something so artificial. Often times, people find Finn hard to reach or contact because of this. Despite the fact that he owns a personal cell phone, Finn regularly leaves it behind in absentmindedness.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → When people bring up his scar, Finn has a habit of shying away. It causes him discomfort to talk about and acts almost like an Achilles heel – a c***k in the armour of his social confidence.
xxxxxxx▃▃✖▐M u t a t i o n: Amphibious Nature & Biology ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Finn’s mutation makes his biology like those of deep water creatures. However, certain characteristics of this mutation are only activated when he is fully in the water while others are permanently activated. When Finn’s head is submerged in water, gills will grow behind his ears and enable him the ability to breathe underwater. Similarly, his fingers and toes will become webbed when they are in water but will return to normal human physiology when they aren’t. This adaptation in combination with his mastery of swimming allows Finn to swim extremely fast underwater – similar to the speed of a speed boat. Although his natural running speed on land is similar to an above average human, his reflexive ability had been permanently enhanced both in and out of water. His vision is also amplified and adjusted to see in the darkest of waters. His most notable mutation is the high level of durability his body has regarding blunt and traumatic force. Due to his mutation, Finn’s body has become resistant to high pressures and force. This is most comparable to Finn being able to resist the pressures of the ocean water even while swimming tens of thousands of feet under the surface. This mutation in durability cannot be switched off and is permanently affecting his body’s physiology. In addition to the durability, Finn holds a small augmentation in strength, allowing him to lift weight at peak human performance.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Finn is simply very durable and much more powerful in aquatic environments than on land. He is thus a more competent combatant in the seas and oceans. His aquatic nature allows him to be very useful in search and rescue missions as well as scouting and recon.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Although Finn is resistant to blunt force, he can still be damaged by sharp and piercing objects such as swords, knives, and bullets. Although they can hurt him, the deeper they pierce his initial flesh, the more force is required to keep driving the weapon. Finn also dehydrates much easier and faster than any human. He can live on land fine, but overexertion typically has a more drastic impact on his body, requiring him to either drink lots of liquids or return to an aquatic environment. When dehydrated, his physical capabilities deteriorates by a large amount. This makes him unsuitable for missions in dry and hot zones as he would become a straight liability.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Finn doesn’t particularly enjoy the fact that his body changes while he’s in water. The webbed feeling between his fingers and toes are still an adjustment for him personally. He prefers not to show people the physiological changes but often times it cannot be helped.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 6
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 7
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 12
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → All black wet suit with teal trim along the sleeves. Small X-men emblem over the center of the chest.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Black utility belt holding the following items: small foldable pocket knife, basic lock picking set, mini underwater breathing device/oxygen tank, underwater light sticks.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Swimming – Master First Aid – Master Sailing – Master Fishing – Master Team Leading – Intermediate Diving – Intermediate Surveillance & Scouting – Beginner Hand-to-hand Combat – Beginner Small Weapons – Beginner Explosives - Beginner
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 8:17 am
✖▐ Alexander Magnusxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Wraithxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Alexander Magnus
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Wraith
xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Lex
xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → June 26, 1997
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Rural Pennsylvania
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 19 Yrs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 6 ft, 0 inches.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 200 lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Hazel
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Fair skin tone.
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Lean
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American of European Descent
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → N/A
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m →
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → mother: Bobbie Sterling, estranged, father: Donald Truman, not spoken in years
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → None to speak of.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → None worth mentioning- yet.
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xxxxxxxxxxxx Born and raised in small towns, Lex did not have a lot of exposure to various cultures in the world. That said, he was often either reading or watching educational material. He became quite intelligent, but not very worldly. Aware of the strife and troubles around him, but able to remain unobtrusive. This resulted in him being somewhat sheltered from the rise and fall of mutantkind in the news. Some had suspected him in his hometown, but thanks to a somewhat 'normal' appearance and extreme caution, he was not found out. This also can be attributed to the so-called peace that persisted for years. Lex did not have a world-altering ability, nor did he have any physical manifestations of his abilities. This allowed him to blend in and watch as the world seemed to grow more and more tolerant. At least . . . until Magneto made a move that changed the world.
Lex watched in silent horror as news reports showed the fighting and powers being flung back and forth. He identified with Magneto to a degree. If he was as 'normal' as the humans, yet was gifted with more, why not be able to set yourself apart? Unfortunately, his isolated upbringing also instilled in him a level of paranoia. That which he was most proud of, he was most cautious of. He only used his powers in the safety of his room and did his best to hide it from the world. Why expose yourself? It was a curious adolescence for him. Peace followed by what the Brotherhood would likely call genocide at Genosha.
By this time, he had begun to strike out on his own, living a normal life to the world, but at home continuing to work on learning how to use his shadows. The propaganda made him wonder many things, but his intellect could not buy into the totalitarianism of Magneto, nor the capitulation of Xavier. Lex saw merit in both their arguments- even if he emotionally leaned more toward Magneto. He even considered getting a tattoo to cement his allegiance but never gathered the courage. His world did not fall apart as so many other mutants had. Just one day he decided it was time. A stubborn young man, he mulled over the idea of formal training for years and hid for so long that he almost convinced himself that it wasn't necessary.
And yet he knew he could be more. After a few years of working menial jobs and watching the news, he saw the tensions rising again. This time he was old enough to fight. His world was complacent, compartmentalized, 'safe.' Many old world concepts ruled in his quaint area. Amish buggys were not uncommon on the roads and towns. Small-town mentality was far slower to embrace change if it did not have to. Because of this, Lex was also given no support or reasons to stay. In his mind, his hero called out to say "you are better than this. You are more." Given the choice, he would have likely tried to reach Genosha. The choice was not his. Instead, he had but one place to go to become what he knew he could be. A drive to be something better. To prove himself.
And so, he quietly gathered up what he could, and disappeared one day. His job got the equivalent of a 'dear john' letter, and his mother only had an email address. That hurt her, but they had grown apart as she felt him disillusioned with life. His parents had divorced many years ago, and his father was not in the picture. Without roots or reason to stay, leaving was far easier than he had ever anticipated. A train ride led him straight into the heart of New York City, and the difference in the world was jarring- to say the least. While the Sentinel program was no more, and SHIELD did not consider mutants a threat the population had not forgotten. Many darker areas of the city were openly pro-human and anti-mutant. The paranoia began to well up in Lex the longer he spent in any major area. From the outsider's view he had for so long, he saw the signs of more than unrest. A militant movement was beginning, and he knew that if he was not infinitely careful he would be on the receiving end.
His money was being spent fast, but he had to keep moving. Locating the fabled Xavier School was not as easy as he had hoped, and getting there was even more of an adventure. Without the desire to spend his money quickly, he resorted to methods that were less than savory or safe. It was here that he truly learned to appreciate the shadows. True, he had spent his private moments learning to move them to his whim, but only when he depended on them did he realize how valuable being cloaked in shadows was. Eventually, he found his way to the school, and requested to join. Demonstrating that he was 'more than human' as he would put it was his entrance exam. Older than many of the students, he often wondered what might have been if he had joined the Brotherhood before the war of Genosha.
Despite the peaceful teachings and practice for practical applications, Lex was well aware of the world now. It wasn't theory or simulation, and the images of even homeless humans being treated with more deference than those that were mutants was an image he could not forget. The destruction of Genosha, the existence of the Sentinels (decommissioned or not), and the general mood of the populace he witnessed on his sojourn here left an indelible mark. Despite all this, he knew one thing above others. They were not mutants, they were 'gifted.' Lex never referred to the actions of Genosha as anything less than war or an extermination. His views were jaded and sullen concerning the future of humans and mutants interacting. More than once he muttered quietly the desire for New Genosha to be made. He was more ready than ever to have a tattoo put on his body of "Magneto was right."
Then the time came for action. The sentinel program seemed to come back with a vengeance, and an attack was both endured and planned. Lex was not nearly strong enough to be an X-man of either team, no matter how much he wanted to. As such, much of what happened was done without his aid or experience. His lack of effective combat experience left him wanting in the eyes of those in charge. As such, he did not get to help or even understand the nuances of the plan until after it was over. When the school became less populated because of kids dropping out, each one was given a fond farewell and well wishes . . . and secretly loathed in the moment for their abandonment. Wraith was not willing to back down, and the school had become the first place he did not have to hide his most precious gift.
He was helpful in moving things quietly, drawing a cloak of darkness where needed for short periods of time. Without the need to be tangible, he could produce quite broad areas of inky cover. Still, he longed to be more than effective camouflage. Now in Canada, he was perfectly fine in the former Alkali base. He was still amicable and kind to his fellow gifted, and was not shy about a desire to become stronger. Better. More adept. His zeal for mastering his abilities bordered on obsession, and he was often caught practicing in his free time as hard as he would in training. Sometimes he even didn't notice with he was called by name- but he always responded when called his code name. The next time, he wanted to be far more than somebody on the sidelines. He wanted to be a hero- just like Magneto once was.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Reflective personality to mutants, meaning he will treat them essentially as they treated him. Tends to rely upon snarky comments and subtle verbal jabs in conversation to get his point across. Secretive to the point of paranoia, he doesn't bother talking about his history unless absolutely necessary. Not an effective leader, he is happy to work with others as long as they further his own personal interests.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → respect, feeling intelligent, darker genres of music, an affinity for various sorts of bladed weapons, having laid out plans of action
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → being proven wrong, disrespect, being forced to action before he is ready
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → quite fond of citrus and cheesecake, a bit of a net junkie for videos and information
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → User can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but with added concentration, it can become solid. Creations are shapes only, and can be made into solid objects like shields or stabbing weapons. No moving internal parts.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → As the power relies on shadow and darkness, Lex is able to work with virtually any absence of light. with concentration, he can create tendrils or solid objects from darkness with surprising fortitude. Supple as a tentacle, or solid as stone- or harder. Blades, melee weapons, and similar are common favorites. non-solid creations are limited only by his imagination, but amount to shadows only
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → There must be shadow. Absolute light will destroy his constructs, and complete darkness makes the power inert. Concentration is essential, but he can only create a few constructs at a time- and no matter how hard he tries, he cannot hold a solid shadow for longer than about five minutes. Like metal, the larger the area of tangible shadow, the weaker it becomes from being stretched out. At most, he can make a large shield out of it. If he makes several items, the surface area means he can make smaller things- the mind can only make so much.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → .Proprioception (the sense of where your body is in space) can be extended through his constructs. Not any other sense, but he can 'feel' where a tendril is going or is blocked. Constructs need not be attached to him, but knowing the area they are made in is essential; he could make something in his own room nearby, but not in a place he has never been.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 10
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Wraith prefers a solid gray suit, highlighted with black belts and bandoleers lined with pockets for various small-item storage. He has been designing a mask for himself, but not made it as of yet.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → carries several small LED flashlighs in various pockets for quick and easy light production
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Swords: intermediate Bo Staff: beginner Computer skills: intermediate Computer hacking: beginner Parkour: beginner Dance: beginner Swimming: intermediate Explosives: beginner Chess: intermediate Video Gaming: intermediate
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Berlin, Germany
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 21
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5'11"
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 163 lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Mouse Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Grey-Green
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Tanned
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Runner/Lean
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → German American
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → None, yet.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Alpha Team
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Biological - Unknown Foster Mother & Father {John and Jacqueline Shepard} - Deceased
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → Rainart Lange {Childhood Friend}
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s →
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xxxxxxxxxxxxZaphiel was born in Berlin in 1996. Born to underage parents, he was abandoned at an orphanage, and left in the care of the system. Perhaps he was lucky this way, as he could not be rejected any worse for the rest of his life, as being abandoned at birth perhaps is the greatest way someone could say they do not want nor care for you. Zaphiel would be given his name from the matron of the orphanage, a woman with a religious zeal to care for children. His surname would eventually derive from the fact he was "small" growing up, compared to his best frient Rainart, a young boy in a similar position, but he grew quickly, getting a name to foil that of Zaphiel's. The two boys days at Kiezkantine were long, as they were not initially adopted, and few prospective parents sought children who were raised in the system. That is until a family from America sought to adopt a foreign boy. It was this time that Zaphiel would be selected. At the age of 6, this young man was torn from the life and friends he knew, and whisked away across an ocean, to satisfy the needs of a two other adults. Here began his desire for the ability to choose his fate.
His initial education was heavily stunted in America, as he could hardly speak English, so public schools were difficult for him. While most children were learning to read in their native language, Zaphiel was years behind, having to study the language itself while trying to keep up. After a year of failing, his foster parents withdrew him from school and started his home schooling. It was here they learned how his mind truly worked. His knack for complex mathematics flourished, and Zaphiel's ability to learn was revealed in its strongest suit. The Shepard's took care of Zaphiel faithfully and dutifully for 4 years after his adoption. In that time, the young boy developed a keen mind and perhaps grew attached to his new parents. He was almost happy, but his mind would consistently wander back to his friends back in Germany, though he never felt right to ask if he could go see them. Zaphiel would never work up the courage to ask.
On his eleventh birthday, Zaphiel was going to a party with his foster parents. The roads were slick from rain and frost on the northern Maine roads that evening. John Shepard lost control of their vehicle, and in an attempt to regain control, accelerated. This resulted in the car starting to gain speed, but due to the fact that it effectively jack knifed, the vehicle began to roll and it wrapped around a tree. Zaphiel's small size came in handy, as he was unharmed, but his parents died instantly. It took emergency services twelve hours to find them, and Zaphiel was found unconscious and suffering from severe hypothermia. The boy remained comatose for several days, and no next of kin could be located. John and Jacqueline Shepard were both only children who had lost their parents early, and their goal to adopt Zaphiel was to give a child a life they didn't have. The end result was this poor German boy finding himself thrust into the American foster system, after he regained consciousness.
Zaphiel then spent the next few years in and out of home, his despondent and depressed personality coming clear shortly after his awakening. Few could cope with a child as heartbroken as Zaphiel was during this period. Then he got a letter from someone incredibly familiar. Rainart found him somehow. At this point, Zaphiel was still using Klein as his surname, as the Shepard's didn't want to take to much from him, and it just stuck, as such, the only person in the world using that name was him. Turns out, Rainart had been adopted, and the two began talking via mail. At this point, Zaphiel was thirteen years old, and he finally had something to enjoy. He was going to public school, and could fluently speak English and German, and was excelling, his mood picking up after Rainart got into contact with him. Eventually, they were able to upgrade from paper to email, and they had started chatting.
Zaphiel was encouraged to hear his childhood friend doing well, and through this encouragement, Zapihel would eventually emancipate himself and begin living on his own, attending a public school in New York City and working as a courier. Well, he got his job first to show a stable income in order to allow his petition for emancipation to have more merit. Due to the success of his petition, and now having a reliable job in order to work and go to school, as his boss was really flexible in working hours for the young man, especially since he was one of the few who couldn't use a car for his delivers.
Do to his situation, Zaphiel needed to usually run on foot when making his deliveries. Between making sure he could get to his school on time, then out for a delivery, and back to his apartment as quickly as possible to ensure ample time for studies, his diet became primarily stuff he could eat on the run, and he had to use the shortest paths available. Thus he began looking into freerunning, and then realizing that method was merely a subset of another, started reading up on parkour. While he didn't have time to actually study and practice like others, he instead worked on watching movements in videos and incorporating those when he could. Over time, as he worked towards his high school diploma, he also gained some skill in parkour, and by this time, was earning a decent income per delivery, as that was the deal he made with his boss. Perhaps the reason it was so easy to get such a job, one that most wouldn't consider an actual job without a car, was maybe his boss saw something in Zaphiel, or it was just an easy way to get work done on the cheap.
Regardless of his boss's motivations, Zaphiel worked hard to afford a life for himself and was able to, much to his own pride. He was perhaps the closest thing to a success story one could see in modern times. From nothing to something. Zaphiel kept on this track, happily focusing on perhaps one of the more pioneering fields. Around the age of seventeen, Zaphiel began attending college, and his mutation revealed itself.
Zaphiel began to "see" digital information in an almost physical sense. He could watch signals being sent to and from other students phones, could see what information was being sent and recieved by computers, and could watch the sky and see not only the stars, but signals bouncing around. It was overwhelming at first, causing him to retreat into his dorm for a week, not eating or sleeping, just sitting on his bed, eyes shut with his headphones on his head. In this week of solitude, he was able to find a method to shut out the noise by listening to loud music. So he started listening to metal. His roommate at the time grew concerned, and tried to help Zaphiel. When Zaph revealed his new sense, his roommate moved out within a day. As such, Zaphiel was left alone. The only source of help he got was from his boss and Rainart. Shortly after his week of isolation, he started trying to manually quiet the new information pouring into his mind, and shut out the new visual input. He worked hard, but soon he found his ability manifesting in different ways. His computer became more responsive to his instinctive needs, opening up tabs on his browser or finding homework before Zaphiel could touch a keyboard. This caused his mind to "click" so to speak on how to control this new ability. Through concentration, Zaphiel was able to slowly but surely tune out the new information unless he wanted to actively pay attention to it, and over the course of the next four years in college, Zaphiel gained a form of control over his mutation. It was through his mutation he learned of Academy X, and even submitted his application without ever touching a computer terminal. After getting his degree in computer engineering, he wished to advance his education in his mutation and other technologies at the Xavier Institute. Perhaps he would actively get a second degree, or merely work on advancing his own education through the classes normally unavailable at standard universities. Only time would tell.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Hopeful || Obsessive || Tech Enamored || Dreamer || Absent Minded
Zaphiel is someone who can be seen with a smile on his face most of the time, and keeps his cool under normal pressure, but when faced with something he really likes or enjoys, becomes almost hyperactive in his passion. One would almost say Zaphiel is the embodiment of joy and peacefulness, and is difficult to move from his almost lazy demeanor. He goes with the flow, but when pressed or someone he may care for is in danger, will become firm and forceful in their defense, but still retains his casual facade.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Naps on a sunny day, the natural world, exploring new places, finding new technology, developing new tech
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Unnecessary loudness, heated arguments, fire, destruction
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Likes to dabble in a variety of divination methods such as: pendulum, tarot cards, tea leaf reading, etc.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → User can create, shape and manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Zaphiel is capable of directly powering and controlling most computer controlled systems as if he were actively a part of their hardware and software within visible range. Anything that is controlled not by a simple mechanism, but through electrical commands, software, programming, and such fall within his power to manipulate, as of right now. Due to access so so much information on command, Zaphiel is capable of creating and controlling new technologies, though this facet of his ability is unpredictable as of right now, with many of his ideas falling flat as he loses focus or the "data gets away from him".
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Has Passive and Active manifestations, can find and modify most information in public domains quickly, and more delicate or secretive information with time, can manipulate a wide variety of tech which allows a versatile approach to combat and non-combat situations. Tech variety includes: robotics, computer systems, computer based weaponry, and similar circuits and wires type technology. Pure machines (standard firearms, older cars, and others) cannot be harnessed via Zaphiel's Technopathy.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Lack of tech (remote locations, sealed of areas, etc.) render mutation powerless, dedicated counter measure can nullify mutation (jamming technology can block information, or can prevent him from sending signals, or other kinds of tech that can interfere with psychic abilities or remote control), can become "overloaded" if exposed to to much information to quickly.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Passive applications include observing and seeing the flow of information in most computer or technological systems, while active includes directly controlling the flow and dissemination of that information.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y →5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Standard
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → No Combat Gear
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Computer Skills {Master}, Computer Hacking {Master}, Parkour {Intermediate}
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Redding, California
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 25
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 69 inches
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 172lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Hazel
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Olive/Tanned
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Athletic
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → White, Mexican, Asian.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Forearm tattoo of a biohazard mark, a zombie bite around it with necrotic flesh. White tourniquet tattoo with blood below a previous bullet wound the words “And when they think we'll fold and wave that bright rag, We won't surrender, We'll wipe the blood up with the white flag”
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Alpha/Omega.
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → 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]
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → .
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → .
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xxxxxxxxxxxx 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.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → 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.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Shooting, star gazing, drinking, women, socializing, betting, making people laugh, cooking, puns, and dad jokes.
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → 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.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → 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.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → 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.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → 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.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → .
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Standard X-Men suit design. 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
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Standard: Smith & Wesson MP15 equiped with a quad rail, pop up sights and a fore grip. Further attachments vary upon mission. Springfield XD9 Tungsten Carbide 4.5” Combat knife. 200 feet of 550 cord.
Load out to change upon missions.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Army Acquired: Marksmanship (Expert) Translator/Linguistics (Intermediate) Vietnamese (Fluent) Farsi (Fluent Interrogation (Intermediate) Wilderness Survival (Beginner) Mopping (Godlike)
Other than Military Acquired: Cooking (Expert) Parenting (Intermediate) Origami (Expert) [paper airplanes only] Typing (Intermediate) Gardening (Intermediate) Botany (Beginner)
✖▐ Chi-Chi Adams xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Oni xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Chi-Chi Adams
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Oni
xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s →
xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → December 5th
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Kyoto, Japan
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 21
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5’ 2”
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 115 lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Black with Short Bangs
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Fair/Pale
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Flat-chested, thin, and well-toned.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Japanese/American
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s →
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omega
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → ??? - Biological Mother/Father - Unknown Suzanne Adams - Adoptive Mother - Alive John Adams - Adoptive Father - Alive Richard Adams - Adoptive Brother - Alive Amy Adams - Adoptive Sister - Alive (Does not communicate)
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s →
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → Because of her past in Japan, she does have a criminal record, but because they could never catch her and there were too many loose ends, plus after years of no activity, she’s mostly been put aside as nothing more than a ghost story.
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xxxxxxxxxxxx Some mutants are born lucky. They grow up human, fit in with others, and slowly discover their abilities over time. Some, however, aren't so blessed. The mutants that are born with visible, physical mutations come into the world fighting, struggling just to live a normal life. Most of them are destined to be snatched up by government testing facilities or privately funded labs set on either turning them into mutant super-weapons, or dissecting them for the pursuit of “knowledge”.
Chi-Chi was born in a small house in Kyoto, Japan, to a family she never got the chance to know. Her family was poor and came from a traditional background, and when the tiny, horned, demon-looking child came into the world, she was greeted with screams of terror. Her family associated her looks with those of an ancient, powerful Japanese demon, sent to haunt and curse families for their past sins. Fearing that their family line had been tainted by some awful curse, they quickly threw her away.
She was left on the front steps of a small orphanage, hopefully to be passed on to someone else and forgotten. But no one ever wanted to adopt a demon into their family. As she grew up, the demon child silently grew to hate the world and people around her, looking down on the stupid humans that cast her out. She thought of them as below her, making her an angry, wild, and resentful. At the same time, her abilities began to develop and grow stronger quickly with age. She would lash out at anyone who got too close, and she climbed the walls and ceiling like a spider, always getting into places she shouldn’t. Her looks and actions scared the other children, and the adults working at the orphanage grew worried that her demeanor would only continue to get worse. So they called upon the police to take her away, but when they arrived, she had already run off and disappeared.
She ran away when she was about seven years old, taking to the streets and keeping herself hidden from the public eye. That was when she developed a more human look for herself, masking her demonic form with that of an average girl’s, so that she could go in public without being pointed out. She spent several years of her life wandering the streets, surviving on small thefts and pickpocketing. She learned to blend in with everyone else, living in the background and becoming a ghost in the crowd, and as she got older, her wild nature calmed down, but she was still easy to anger. There were a few recorded cases of people being attacked by a small, wild child with claws, just before she would disappear from sight. The police tried to track her down, but could never follow her trail.
She was alone, and preferred it that way, but there was still a dream in the back of her mind of wanting to belong to something. One day, she saw a group of kids her age playing in the streets, and when they saw her, they invited her to join in. They were really nice, and it was the first time in a while where she felt normal. That was, until one of the kids accidentally tripped her and she got hurt, revealing her other form. Everything happened so fast. The other kids who were so nice before, now backed away and were terrified of her. Nearby parents let out cries of horror, and a crowd started to gather around. They whispered words like mutant, freak, monster… It all made her so… angry, like each word was a deep slice from a knife. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and fearing it was someone out to hurt her, she lashed out… Only to realize too late that it was one of the other kids. She cried as she looked at the blood on her hands, and immediately ran off, going back to the only safety she knew. Word spread of a murderous monster in Tokyo, and soon she had wanted posters out for her arrest. Not only that, but some of the big-bucks mutation research industries were looking for her as well, putting out high rewards for her to be brought in, dead or alive. She realized she couldn’t stay in Japan any longer.
The safest route she knew was by boat, with less traffic and not as many check points to be caught at. Using her abilities, she easily snuck aboard one of the larger cargo ships heading out, keeping hidden by staying in the cargo boxes. She didn't know where she was going, but at this point, anywhere was better than here. The ride was long, and as they traveled, the air seemed to grow colder and harsher. The ship rocked heavily against the waves when stormier weather struck, and the smell of fish and ocean waters made her sick. Unfortunately, she had not prepared herself for the cold journey towards arctic waters, and without warmer clothes, good sleep, or food, her body began to grow terribly weak and sick.
That’s when she was found by one of the ship’s crew members, an older worker named John Adams. He found the little girl curled up in one of the lower cargo holds. Her breath was shaky and ragged, and her heartbeat was slow, and when he pressed a hand to her forehead, she head a steadily rising temperature. She had all the clear symptoms of pneumonia, and if she wasn't taken care of soon, she could die. He had no idea who this little demon child was or how she had gotten aboard, but unlike anyone else, he wanted to help her. Carefully, he picked her up and wrapped her in a thermal blanket, holding her close to him and cooing her softly. She barely had the energy to fight back, and Mr. Adams took it upon himself to take care of her, bringing her back to health with love and patience, even when she tried to lash out at him.
Once the ship docked in Alaska, John Adams had bonded so well with her that he adopted her, bringing her into his family and home to his wife. John and Suzanne Adams were both thrilled to have another child in their lives again. Both of them were much older, and their other two children had already grown up and moved to the states, visiting only once every now and then. They lived in the secluded, upper wooded area of Livengood, Alaska, and life there was perfect to Chi-Chi. Her mother was a retired teacher, and homeschooled her, along with teaching her several things like yoga, meditation, and cooking to help her find peace and control with her abilities. Her father taught her how to hunt, giving her a hobby where she could freely be herself and practice her abilities, so long as no one else was around. Instead of pushing her mutation away, they accepted her as she was, and for once in her life, she had a place where she belonged. She no longer felt like she was completely alone. She was finally happy.
Then, the world was changed when the registration act was passed. Mutants became even bigger targets than before, and the people and places she had once known to be friendly and safe felt cold and unwelcoming. That was when her father taught her all about the X-men, and suggested she should move away to the Academy, where she would be safe. But after fighting for so long for a place where she belonged, she couldn’t bring herself to leave them. Out here, she was far from the public eye, secluded, and around people she trusted. So she stayed, but it wasn’t long before her safety was compromised.
On a cold snowy day, just after they had gotten back from a hunting trip, there was a knock on their door, and big men in armor and heavy guns came for her. The MRD soldiers came to have Chi-Chi registered under the Mutant Registration Act, but her father had heard news of what the Act was really for, and fearing for his daughter’s life, he tried his best to block them off, fighting back long enough to give her a running head start. She ran into the woods with the few things she had still on her pack, disappearing into the woods where she knew the MRD couldn’t keep up with her.
Chi-Chi disappeared for several months after that, constantly on the move and avoiding being spotted. She was afraid to reach out to her mom and dad, and instead called out to her brother Richard. He had always been the more understanding sibling, and so he promised to help her find the Institute so that she could be safe. Once she was able to make it to their newer, closer location, she wouldn’t have to be on the run anymore, and no one was going to take her away from that feeling ever again.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Icy :: Distant :: Shy :: Loyal :: Calm :: Caring :: Protective
Chi-Chi grew up with the idea of only putting her own life first, following the mentality of a soldier and survivalist. On the field, she trusts her instincts first, and can therefore be a little unstable. She's reserved, untrusting, and generally has an icy attitude towards anyone she doesn’t know, but she’s trying to be less like a soldier and act more human. She’s still very jumpy, shy, and uncomfortable in situations of physical contact or being in public, and has a few issues with letting go of her past.
When she’s relaxed, she’s a really calm, nice person, and a very loyal friend. She cares deeply about the feelings of others, and loves being in the presence of other people. While serious on the field, she’s calm and sweet when around others, and tries her best to enjoy herself in social situations. She’s laid back and likes to do things the old fashioned way, like making home-cooked food or curling up with a good book and listening to music. She’s very open to learning new things from other people, but tries to avoid high stressors like scary movies or action-intense video games, because it makes her jumpy.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Warm Places, Snowy Days, Being around People/Animals, Chocolate, Meditating, and Trying New Things.
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Deep Water (Can’t Swim), Overpowering Smells, Thick Crowds, and Loud Thunderous Noises.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → As soon as she moved to Alaska and learned better English, she worked hard to drop her accent, and rarely spoke Japanese. It reminded her way too much of her early childhood, and tries everything she can to forget about it. You can still faintly hear her Japanese accent at times, but for the most part, she prefers speaking English.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Chi-Chi was born with a mutation that gave her the physical traits and abilities of a demon, similar to that of a Japanese Oni. In order to survive in this world among humans, she had to develop a human form to cover herself up, eventually becoming her more common form to stay in. While in her human form, most of her abilities are dialed down, and are not as strong as when she releases her binds and goes full demon.
Transformation: The change from her human to demon form is painful, but quick. The initial warning of her transformation begins with the whites of her eyes turning black. Her teeth become more fang-like, growing long, sharp, and strong for a deadly bite. Then, her body begins to change, first with her growing short, skin-covered horns that go up the sides of her forehead, like an Oni Demon would have. The bones in her hands and feet would extend and grow into stronger claws, capable of cutting into strong metals, and the bones on her joints would protrude slightly into bony ridges for a little extra protection, but not much.
Abilities: - Natural Weapons - Stronger Claws and Teeth - Enhanced Instincts - While in her demonic form, her instincts are raised to a higher state, closer to that of a wild animal’s. She’ll often use this to get a sense of a situation before she acts, mainly using sight and sounds from around her to determine her actions. Her instincts also lead her to follow a more predator/prey, fight-or-flight animalistic style of fighting, where unfortunately she tends to go a bit wild and can forget to back down until she calms herself down enough. - Wall Climbing - One of her more supernatural abilities while in her demonic form is the ability to climb over surfaces, scaling walls much like a lizard can. She does this mostly by digging her claws into surfaces to get a good enough grip, using her strength and agility to move quickly where others could barely get a grip. She’ll often combine this with parkour to help travel speedily, using it to jump from wall to wall, or scale up the sides of buildings without being noticed. Her claws are strong enough to dig into some tougher metals, allowing for her to dig in and hang onto them, but some smoother walls may require more “jumping” in order to climb. She can also climb up onto ceilings, if she can get a good enough grip. - Warp Jumping - Her most "demonic" of abilities is the supernatural gift of being able to jump, or teleport, herself short distances, usually in a small puff of smoke. The act of warp-jumping is a lot like teleportation, except that it is more like stepping out of the space she currently was in, and moving out at another location not too far away, kind of like taking a shortcut. However, this ability has several limitations, like the fact that she can only move herself to visible locations, and not anywhere that's too far away. For instance; she can't warp-jump to a rooftop if she can't see where she's going to land on it, or teleport herself into a building unless there's a window she can clearly see into. It's also her most mentally draining ability, requiring lots of concentration to focus on the place she intends to go.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Oni’s skills are best suited for stealth or infiltration operations. She’s good at getting around quickly and quietly, using her abilities to move around without drawing too much attention. Plus, after years of living on the streets, she’s pretty good at pickpocketing and getting away. Her warp-jumping ability and her ability to climb walls makes it easy for her to dodge around and get to hard-to-reach places, which if she’s got a good gun, can be great for sniping vantage points. In the cases of up-close combat, her claws and teeth are her best weapons. In a fight, she does things the same way a giant cat would, leaping onto her prey and sinking her claws and teeth into them. She’s agile and hard to catch, being bendy and quick, but she’s not well equipped for taking on bigger fighters, unless it's life or death. She does get stronger while in her demonic form, but her body is still only as durable as it is when she's human.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Oni’s warp-jumping ability has several limitations, and is mainly for her own use only. She can’t bring other people with her, and unfortunately can’t go anywhere she can’t visibly see. Even if she sees a place minutes ago, she cannot go there by memory, and she cannot exit a room without doors or windows. She’s not mentally strong enough to go long distances, and it takes a couple seconds for her to concentrate on a spot before going there.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 3 (4 When in Demonic Form)
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 6
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → She prefers to wear a thick black sleeveless turtleneck, with a pair of black stretchy pants that have thin red stripes down the sides, along with a pair of black climbers shoes or heavy black boots. Overtop of that, she wears a red belt with an X-Men clasp in the center, and a leather hooded jacket with a big red X on the back. She’ll sometimes accessorize with black fingerless gloves, or a thick black beanie to cover her horns.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Her Father's Silenced Hunting Rifle and Hunting Knife. She also keeps a White Half-Mask that she got from a festival when she was little. Jokingly calls it her “Muzzle”.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Parkour {Master} Yoga/Gymnastics {Intermediate} Guns, Long-Range {intermediate} Cooking {Beginner} Pickpocketing {Beginner}
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Chi-Chi’s talents come from years of practice and teaching, but some of her older ones, like pickpocketing, have been reduced to a beginners level from when she stopped doing it as a young child.
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Smithers, British Columbia, Canada
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 20
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5'4''
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 113lbs
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Steel Blue
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Fair
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Toned/Athletic
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Canadian/American
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Various ear Piercings
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Alpha/Omega
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Dawn Moore (mother), Michael Moore (father), Derek Moore (brother)
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → .
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → .
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xxxxxxxxxxxxBased 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.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → 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.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Thrill Seeking, Strange People, Honor, Justice, Video Games, Sparring
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Losing, Plain Janes, Lack of Integrity, Feeling Restricted
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → 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.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → 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
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → 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.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Farren can currently channel her strength/speed for a maximum of 3 minutes.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 4 (**Can vary based on mutation)
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 3 (**Can vary based on mutation)
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7
** Current strength/speed threshold: 7
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → A durable suit if she is on a formal mission but otherwise she will wear anything from traditional martial arts attire to casual clothing.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t →
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Formerly Competitive MMA Fighter: Boxing (Master) Judo (Intermediate) Muay Thai (Intermediate), Gymnast (Intermediate)
✖▐ Finn Jamesonxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Krakenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Finn Jameson xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Kraken
xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → N/A
xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → January 20th
xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Brisbane, Australia
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xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 23
xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 6ft, 4in.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 230 lbs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Dark Brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Blue
xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Light
xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Muscular
xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Australian
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Finn speaks with a mild Australian accent and hints of Australian slang can sometimes slip, causing confusion to his listener. Finn also carries the Star of David scarred into the rear of his left shoulder which still causes him slight discomfort to see. His usual dress attire consists of basic clothing such as white, black, and navy blue t-shirts as well as simple dark joggers and sweats.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Alpha
xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Father – Deceased.
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → Not available.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → Not available.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxGrowing up, Finn was the son of a local Jewish fisherman off the coast of Australia. Although he was born in Brisbane, he was quickly relocated with his father towards the quieter areas of the coast. His mother had passed away shortly after giving birth to Finn and his father sought a slower paced lifestyle. The boy, however, was green and curious in his youth, incapable of sitting still and always searching for the next shiny sea shell. He wasn’t much of a troublemaker, but his desire to explore often got him yelling for his father’s helping hand. Finn’s early childhood is characterized by long travels to and from school, as well as learning to aid his father in various tasks. In his spare time, Finn’s father would also attempt to pass on his own religious knowledge to the boy. The teachings spread from scripture reading to language study, to even famed tales.
By the time Finn was eighteen, he had become a seasoned fisherman and sailor in his own right. Due to his close proximity to the ocean, Finn had spent the vast majority of his free time enjoying its beauty. He had grown to understand the ocean’s calm as well as its anger. As his eighteenth birthday rolled around, Finn eagerly enlisted himself for Australia’s Coast Guard program. He would operate as a Search and Rescue member for the next three years of his life. It was during his enlistment that his mutant powers began to manifest in addition to unwanted attention. Through his tenure in the program, Finn had quickly rose up the ranks. Although he began as a simple volunteer, by the end of his contract Finn was directing and leading rescue missions. His most notable feat was leading the Search and Rescue mission of an American ambassador’s daughter and her small party during a raging storm. Upon identifying them from his team’s helicopter, Finn immediately recognized their exhaustion from swimming and keeping afloat. In an act of valor and recklessness, the boy dove from two-hundred feet off his helicopter and secured a rescue line to each body. His rash reaction had fortunately saved the lives of the lost party and the media had quickly blown the country kid up as a “Boy Wonder”.
Finn, however, would find his fame to be short lived. During this time, the world was in anxiety over mutant existence and the threat of their unknown power. This anxiety prompted further investigation into the boy’s would-be heroics. Finn’s dive from the helicopter was declared as “impossible to be endured by the human body”. He became the notorious talk of the nation and was quickly degraded following the termination of his contract. The government of Australia had no intention to defend the boy, justifying the termination as “necessary to preserve the sanctity of the State”. Finn sought to immediately return home to the country side in an attempt to hide until the situation had cleared up. Unfortunately, by the time Finn had reached his father’s house, a large hate group had already formed outside. Approaching from the distance, Finn could barely make out the figure in the middle of them being yelled at and assaulted. In fear that his father had been attacked, Finn dropped his belongings and ran towards the mob. When he finally made his way to the center of it, the boy found his beloved elderly father bloodied and lifeless. In rage, Finn lashed out at the crowd, pummeling several people before being overtaken by their sheer numbers. He would feel sharp pain in several areas of his body caused by what Finn could only assume as stab wounds. As he began to pass out in the dirt, he could feel the cold tip of a knife being dragged in a familiar pattern across the back of his shoulder. His final seconds of consciousness perceived only the hate of the man scarring his back and cussing, “Dirty ******** mutant Jew”.
By the time Finn awoke, he was in a hospital bed a week after passing out. He had been found crawling on the side of the road by locals, but he was unresponsive to communication – a behaviour the locals described as similar to sleepwalking. Finn laid in the hospital bed as a shell of the sunshine boy he used to be. The seemingly endless supply of energy he once held had been drained in the tragic death of his father. His eyes had grown dark and weary as he came to accept the grim reality that his life had forever changed, and his only option now was to run for some sort of haven. Persecution and oppression licked at his heel at every corner he turned. Eventually, Finn would come to learn about the Academy X where several mutants were said to have been housed in an attempt to save them from the outside world. With no where else left to go, Finn would decide to leave his country for the academy as a shot for security. Although he wished to remain close to his father's resting place and house, he knew that there was no sanctum for him in Australia.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Finn is easily summed up as humble but confident. He holds the demeanor of a man who knows his worth but does not care to show others. He’s friendly but sometimes quiet due to his habit of listening first and filtering his words. However, it would be a mistake to label Finn as an introvert. He simply finds small talk and unnecessary conversation to be a wasteful expenditure of energy. Finn is courageous and quick to act in situations that he deems unjust in order to defend others. Although he is not passive in conflict, he also does not seek to trouble others or go out of his way to prove a point. He’d much rather move on and abandon an argument than persist in a cyclical battle. He’s also quite honest in his words and won’t beat around the bush when it comes to an opinion. Often time’s people find Finn to be a man of maturity and worldliness. He comes off with an aura of capability and adequacy. He is far from neurotic or emotional and is calculated in his every action. That being said, people also find it hard to connect with Finn at an emotional or personal level because he doesn’t react or behave as someone who is fully welcoming but rather distant.
When there is a presence of danger or the immediate need to act, Finn switches into a whole different persona. He becomes very vocal and commanding out of work habit. He is very quick to analyze the situation and run several plans through his head in search of the best option. When in this “leader mode”, Finn becomes much more confrontational, even with those on his team. Although he does not mind taking the back seat and following orders in these scenarios, he would be quick to voice out any of his opinions on the matter.
Finn is quite strong mentally which leads to a very determined personality. He does not want for many things but when he wants to achieve a goal, he puts maximum amounts of energy into obtaining it. He is also level headed and calculated, far from being stubborn. Thus he is capable of withdrawing himself from most social situations without feeling a damage in pride. He does, however, hold a typical weakness of self-sacrifice and being too heavily just. He would willingly attempt to rescue anyone who is in need of help even if his life is on the line and the odds were stacked well against him.
xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Finn appreciates the simplicity and quiet of open nature. He likes the distance it gives him from other people and the ability to gather his thoughts away from a chaotic society. Even more so, Finn enjoys being submerged in water. The sensation of being engulfed by water reminds Finn of the safety his father once provided. Every time the water wrapped itself around him, Finn could swear it felt like the warmth of his father’s hugs when he was a child. Finn had also developed a natural affinity to seafood as it was all that was around his house growing up. Overall, Finn enjoys the simpler things of life such as the intimate company of small groups rather than large ones.
xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Finn hates the current state of conflict the world is in. He hates that the violence between humans and mutants is so prominent. Although he is a mutant himself, he cannot support either extremist groups that wish to harm innocent people. In spite of his father dying by the hands of humans, Finn refuses to see them all as the same entity. In addition, Finn heavily dislikes the use of modern technology in personal items such as cell phones and videogames. As a country boy, he heavily feels the need to enjoy the world for its natural state rather than being preoccupied with something so artificial. Often times, people find Finn hard to reach or contact because of this. Despite the fact that he owns a personal cell phone, Finn regularly leaves it behind in absentmindedness.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → When people bring up his scar, Finn has a habit of shying away. It causes him discomfort to talk about and acts almost like an Achilles heel – a c***k in the armour of his social confidence.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Finn’s mutation makes his biology like those of deep water creatures. However, certain characteristics of this mutation are only activated when he is fully in the water while others are permanently activated. When Finn’s head is submerged in water, gills will grow behind his ears and enable him the ability to breathe underwater. Similarly, his fingers and toes will become webbed when they are in water but will return to normal human physiology when they aren’t. This adaptation in combination with his mastery of swimming allows Finn to swim extremely fast underwater – similar to the speed of a speed boat. Although his natural running speed on land is similar to an above average human, his reflexive ability had been permanently enhanced both in and out of water. His vision is also amplified and adjusted to see in the darkest of waters. His most notable mutation is the high level of durability his body has regarding blunt and traumatic force. Due to his mutation, Finn’s body has become resistant to high pressures and force. This is most comparable to Finn being able to resist the pressures of the ocean water even while swimming tens of thousands of feet under the surface. This mutation in durability cannot be switched off and is permanently affecting his body’s physiology. In addition to the durability, Finn holds a small augmentation in strength, allowing him to lift weight at peak human performance.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Finn is simply very durable and much more powerful in aquatic environments than on land. He is thus a more competent combatant in the seas and oceans. His aquatic nature allows him to be very useful in search and rescue missions as well as scouting and recon.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Although Finn is resistant to blunt force, he can still be damaged by sharp and piercing objects such as swords, knives, and bullets. Although they can hurt him, the deeper they pierce his initial flesh, the more force is required to keep driving the weapon. Finn also dehydrates much easier and faster than any human. He can live on land fine, but overexertion typically has a more drastic impact on his body, requiring him to either drink lots of liquids or return to an aquatic environment. When dehydrated, his physical capabilities deteriorates by a large amount. This makes him unsuitable for missions in dry and hot zones as he would become a straight liability.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Finn doesn’t particularly enjoy the fact that his body changes while he’s in water. The webbed feeling between his fingers and toes are still an adjustment for him personally. He prefers not to show people the physiological changes but often times it cannot be helped.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 4
xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 3
xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 6
xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 7
xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5
xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 12
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xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → All black wet suit with teal trim along the sleeves. Small X-men emblem over the center of the chest.
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Black utility belt holding the following items: small foldable pocket knife, basic lock picking set, mini underwater breathing device/oxygen tank, underwater light sticks.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Swimming – Master First Aid – Master Sailing – Master Fishing – Master Team Leading – Intermediate Diving – Intermediate Surveillance & Scouting – Beginner Hand-to-hand Combat – Beginner Small Weapons – Beginner Explosives - Beginner
