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Name: Amy Callahan, "Silk"
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 115 lbs.
Hair: Chestnut Brown
Eyes: Olive Green
Ethnicity: American
Occupation: Fashion Design Student, Clothing Alterations Specialist
Appearance: From head to toe, Amy is a knockout. She turns heads when she walks and drops jaws when she stops. She often feels out of place when she receives the stares of everyone in the room: boys' looks of longing, and girls' looks of envy. She tries to suppress some of this, but there's a natural glow about her that makes her even more charismatic when she's hiding. Chestnut brown hair reaches just past her shoulders brushing past her face when left loose, and is just long enough to put up or into an elegant braid depending on the occasion. Her eyes are a deep green with blue and purple flecks in them, almost entrancing to behold. Her body seems to have gotten more than its fair share of endowment, causing some to think she may have had some surgery done; it's rather annoying to Amy how often she has to tell people they're natural.

Her normal attire is a cute and fashionable blouse for the season with a matching skirt, or more often warm pants in the winter. She wears a locket Micheal gave her when they were dating, and almost always keeps a jacket with her.

Powers: Amy has an incredibly strange power. Put simply, it is the ability to manipulate clothing, soft cloth in particular. She can weaken or strengthen material to a great degree such as making leather capable of stopping bullets or making a cotton shirt waterproof. In her hands, the clothing can be shaped almost immediately, making her jacket turn into a parachute, or jeans into a club and back again. She can also take a skirt, and turn it into a shirt almost instantaneously. She is however, limited to only reconstructing the material, and is unable to cut or hem the material without scissors or other cutting tool. Basically this means that if Amy were to change a dress into a bikini, there'd be a lot of fabric she'd need to remove somehow. She often runs into this sort of problem when making something sheer or lighter. The material often becomes much longer than what she expected and is almost always more of a mess than a help.

From a few feet away, she can make elastic constrict or expand, or shoelaces loose themselves. In addition, she can change the color, shape, or texture of the clothing in only a few seconds. With a little work, Amy can also change the fabric of one type to another entirely, as long as they are still somehow related by origin. Cotton, silk, leather, and wool, are all natural materials and thus can be transmuted into each other. Polyester, nylon, and most other man-made products are also interchangeable. However, since certain fabrics are denser than others, it may take more of one kind of fabric to get a suitable amount of another. For instance, it would take a lot of silk to create a leather jacket.

Amy doesn't exactly know the extent of her powers, or what causes it to actually occur, but the truth of the matter is that within her skin is a thin layer of woven thread. This thread is invisible to the eye and can twist and contort with perfect flexibility within a few feet from her. The thread almost seems to have a mind of its own, or is otherwise some sort of vessel of action for her thought. Usually, the thread moves through any cloth or cloth-like material and can reconstruct it as Amy thinks about it. The thread is nearly indestructible when fused with strong enough material to resist the impact. Whether in or out of her skin, the thread is almost indetectable by typical means. Barring microscopic observation, which is very difficult without extremely expensive equipment like nano-machines, it would take extremely fine senses to notice them even under direct study.

Most typical uses of Amy's abilities- Turning her jacket into a parachute, using a wristband as handcuffs, turning a pair of jeans into a club, using shoelaces as rope, increase the springiness of elastic and putting it under her shoes.

Origin of Powers: Amy's powers are the result of a unique mutation. They surfaced when Amy was about 12 years old and have sharpened more and more as time passed.

Skills/Talents: Amy is quite intelligent and has a knack for noticing detail. She is adept at most art, particularly fashion and sculpture. She has some college education and a decent understanding of photography.

Weakness Certain things make it very difficult for her to manipulate clothing. For instance, fire. Burning cloth is still burning. Amy can't reconstruct clothing out of nothing, so if clothing is set on fire, it's useless to her. When clothing is wet, it usually takes a lot longer for her to manipulate it. If manipulating someone else's clothing, she must be touching them for full effect, or within a few feet for minor effects. Zippers, buttons, and belts are very difficult for her to affect, due to them being outside of her normal realm of effect, but they can be affected as long as the clothing is not too tight.

Amy's parents are gone, and her grandmother died shortly after her 18th birthday, but her ex-boyfriend/best friend Micheal, and her boss Ida, are the closest people to her in her life. Micheal knows about her powers, but not the real extent of them, and Ida assumes something strange about her. Amy used to really like her agent, but now since it's been over a year since they last spoke, she's not sure if the agent cares about her anymore. She has several friends from college and only one real nemesis in her life currently: Brett, the agent from the adult film studios that seems to be constantly hounding her. Even after two address changes and four phone number changes he's been able to contact her, once a week, to offer her a job.

Amy can also be considered a very girly-girl. She's afraid of rats, spiders, bugs, lizards, and anything else that is "slimy and gross." She won't touch them, and has trouble keeping her wits about her around them.


Background: Amy was always an eye-catching girl, even from a young age. Her mother got her into modeling by the age of 6 and she had been doing it ever since. When her body began to develop around 12, she quickly gained more and more modeling jobs, and was even in several magazines for her age group. One modeling job changed her life forever.

The lead model for the shoot was being stubborn so they needed someone to take her place. Amy was given the clothes and rushed into a dressing room. Inside she noticed that the clothing looked a little grungy and ripped up. Without thinking, she fixed the clothes and changed into them. When the grinning young model stepped out of the dressing room the director was confused. He called the wardrobe manager over and shouted something about getting the right clothes this time. Later when her mother asked her how she fixed the clothes, it became obvious that it was unusual. Strangely, her mother never noticed how Amy's clothes never got worn out, or torn up, or even faded over the years. Amy now knew that this was something unique.

Unfortunately, Amy never mustered the courage to tell anyone about it, and she soon lost her chance. Her parents were taken in an accident just before her 15th birthday, leaving her devastated and alone. Her grandmother tried to help take care of her, but Amy was mostly self-sufficient by then. When she hit the age of 16 she was simply a stunning site to see, and was dropping the jaws of boys and men alike. With some convincing, her agents got her started in lingerie and swimsuit modeling and was becoming a small time celebrity even doing commercials for big time designers. Amy thought she had everything set in life for her before she hit 18. On her 18th birthday, a man approached her from the adult movie industry. The money was good, really good, but she wasn't willing to have sex on camera. Only a few weeks later she was almost completely shut out of the modeling industry and the offers from the adult studios continued to increase.

Later, her grandmother passed on leaving the need for money to grow and make the job offers appear more and more enticing. Eventually, Amy decided to step out of the spotlight completely and go to a community college for fashion design. She took up a part time job with a grouchy old woman name Ida. The job didn't pay well, but all she had to do was alter clothes, something she could do with a thought. And since Ida needed an apprentice and paid bonuses for exceeding quota, Amy managed to get by on the small wages. Amy advertised and brought in a much larger workload for Ida's business, and the old lady could hardly keep up. Eventually Ida was asking Amy for tips to speed up the process, to which Amy just smiled and said "practice." Amy was using her powers to keep up with the work and the store continued to show great profits. What normally took hours to alter properly, Amy could finish in minutes, so Amy not only had free time after completing the workload, but there was huge profit off the standard prices. Eventually, she started taking care of more and more of the financial aspects of the business to make sure it didn't go under. Ida was getting old and time seemed to be a completely subjective thing to her. Monthly bills stacked up and often it was up to Amy to make sure the equipment the store needed didn't get repossessed.

Amy started living in the apartment above the store, since Ida wasn't using it, and rent was getting too expensive uptown. The small shop was not exactly in the slums, but it was also not quite the greatest neighborhood either. One night, as Amy was finishing up her studying, she heard some noise from below. She gathered her courage and snuck down to see a burglar trying to steal some of the new equipment that Ida had just bought. Amy was frightened at first, but slowly gathered up her courage as he was getting ready to leave. She took a few quiet steps forward, but he must have heard her because he turned, almost as surprised as she was. Seeing that she was just a girl he tried to grab her and cover her mouth. Once she was grappled, she began to get scared, and started flailing trying to get loose. In doing so, she started causing his clothing to contort one way and tie around a support post, while she moved the other way. Rather than scream, while he still tried to gain control of the clothing, she quickly moved close and grabbed him, this time remembering that she could control the power. It quickly tied his hands behind his back and his legs together. Dumbfounded the man started to squirm and when he found he couldn't actually screamed in confusion. Thinking quickly, Amy pulled his collar around and into his mouth letting it tie securely in. When the cops came, they told her she did a good job, and when she thought about it, she agreed. From them on she became a sort of vigilante, attempting to stop some of the smaller time crooks and get them put in jail. Since everyone in the city wore clothes, she always had an advantage.

Amy has only been fighting crime for three months, and even then has only been doing it small time. The first few times guns were fired at her nearly scared her to death, but her nerve is slowly growing. As her courage grows, she tries to solve more and more dangerous situations.

Name: Artemisia Michaela Gerrard
Age: 23
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 100 lb.
Hair: Red
Eyes: Bright green
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: In-house laboratory participant for Tri-Global Enterprises

Powers:

On her own, Artemisia is an entirely normal human being with no special powers at all. Proximity to superhumans brings her particular gift to light. If another superhuman comes close to her (usually within 20 feet or less), Artemisia's physical presence is enough to start inverting their powers if/when they use them. Cryokinetics (fire summoners) begin summoning ice, those with super-strength weaken, illusionists' images start becoming reality, and living shadows shine like beacons in her presence.

The inversion on the edges of her area of effect (15-20 feet distance) is erratic and unpredictable at first and becomes more complete and consistent the closer superhumans get to her. For example, a cryokinetic 20 feet away from her who started using his powers would start summoning ice in random spurts and surges; as he got closer, he'd start summoning ice more consistently until he was in direct physical contact with her, at which point his powers would be completely inverted. If Artemisia focuses, she can temporarily control other people's inverted superpowers as long as she maintains physical contact. Her powers only affect other genetic superhumans (mutants, artificial superhumans, etc.). They do not affect individuals whose superpowers are the result of skills or technology, and they do not affect users of magic and the supernatural.

((NOTE: Artemisia's powers WILL affect other PCs' powers if they meet the appropriate criteria:
1) PC is within 20 feet of Artemisia.
2) PC's powers are "on" or active.
3) Powers have a genetic basis.
As long as it makes sense/is possible, I'll collaborate with other players on their characters' inverted powers via PM. I'll try to make sure the inverted powers are functional or at least not crippling, but the fact remains that simple enhancements like super-strength and super-speed only logically have bad consequences when inverted. If you absolutely don't want your character's powers to be affected, your character can either not use powers around her, stay a decent distance from her, or possess non-genetic powers--implants, magic, technology, mad skills, etc. The inversion effect cannot be turned "off," expanded, contracted, or altered by Artemisia or anyone else except, of course, with another ability that manipulates superpowers.))

Origin of Powers:

As the daughter of two other superhumans, Artemisia's powers are completely genetic. They began manifesting themselves weakly when she was a toddler, and were fully developed by age four. She didn't realize she had the ability to control people's inverted powers until she started participating in lab tests in her late teens; she's been developing that aspect of her powers in controlled settings for several years.

Skills/Talents:

Artemisia's upbringing heavily influenced her current skills. She is intelligent and very well educated, having had some of the world's best scientists as her guardians and tutors in childhood. She's quite familiar with cutting-edge research equipment simply as a function of spending most of her life in lab stations. She moved around a lot as a child and learned to be adaptable, capable of thriving in new and unfamiliar situations.

As a result of more or less living in Tri-Global's headquarters for the past several years with lots of time on her hands, Artemisia has picked up a smattering of random skills and hobbies. She can shoot passably well, repair simple machinery, and knows basic hacking and programming. However, her favorite hobby is martial arts, specifically the brand used by Tri-Global's guards which focuses on flexibility in combat and rapid incapacitation.

Weakness

Artemisia has absolutely no control over her powers whatsoever, except when she's controlling someone else's inverted powers. The inversion itself just happens automatically. When controlling the powers of another superhuman, she needs to maintain intense mental focus and is very vulnerable to attack. As of right now, she can only keep control of their powers for a few minutes or so. After she breaks physical contact, she's usually drained from the effort. As a result, her ability to use other superhumans' inverted powers is, for all intents and purposes, limited to people who are willing or incapacitated. She also lacks any other powers, making her just as vulnerable as a normal person to attacks from non-superhumans or post-humans with technologically-based powers.

Her inability to control the inversion severely limits her ability to work with other superhumans or even live in close proximity to them. Some inverted abilities are just as useful or even more useful than the original ability, but other powers like super-strength become a crippling weakness. As a result, she tends to avoid associating with other superhumans (who are often ambivalent toward her at best) and prefers the company of normal people. She is very conscious of her powers and doesn't venture outside Tri-Global's headquarters often for fear of accidentally interfering with other people's powers while in public. This limits her movement, especially in a city with as much size and variety as Empire.

Most importantly, Artemisia has led a rather sheltered life. Due to a combination of her parents' efforts, the generosity of her patron Dr. Green, and sheer luck, she's never had to deal with any real hardship or difficulty. While hardly pampered, the security and stability of her life has made her complacent and naive about the troubles that the world is facing.

Background:

Had she had a more "normal" superpower, Artemisia Gerrard's life would have been very, very different. She was born on the island of Eden to superhuman parents. Her mother Cecelia was gifted with invulnerability to physical damage, her father Ethan with summoning repulsive force fields. Their daughter exhibited no special powers of her own at all until she was a toddler. While summoning force field "bubbles" to amuse his daughter, her father noticed that he occasionally summoned vortices when he was sitting too close to the girl. After a few more months of careful watching, they realized the nature of their daughter's powers.

Ethan and Cecelia quickly recognized that Artemisia's powers meant she could never have anything approaching a functional life if she remained on Eden. For their daughter's sake, the Gerrards left the island and moved back to Empire City, citing family reasons for their departure. The entire time they lived on Eden, they were very, very careful not to tell anyone else about Artemisia's powers.

Artemisia's childhood was quite happy and functional, if rather strange. Her inversion abilities meant that Ethan never used his powers around his daughter, and Cecelia (whose physical invulnerability was replaced by a psychic one) couldn't afford to be as careless as she usually was. Her parents found work (and still work) with an exploration company funded by Tri-Global, which was using both cutting-edge technology and superhumans' powers to explore the extreme regions of the world for untapped resources. While her parents were diving the Mariana Trench or searching the tundra, Artemisia stayed behind in the laboratory stations with the normal human scientists, her tutors and guardians.

Around her late teenage years, when the PHV virus was becoming a crisis in the post-human community, a scientist named Dr. Jordan Green who'd been a long-time friend of the Gerrards and Artemisia's childhood tutor noticed that Artemisia's powers only affected those with the x-factor in their genome--only mutants and artificial superhumans. He realized that her ability of inversion was sensitive to that particular genetic sequence, and she could be extremely valuable to future research into the x-factor, Faust, and a possible cure for PHV. Dr. Green ran the idea past his superiors and offered Artemisia employment with Tri-Global in his laboratory.

She accepted and continues to work for Tri-Global today under Dr. Green's supervision. In exchange for room, board, a considerable stipend, and full employee benefits from the company, Artemisia participates in non-invasive tests and experiments for Dr. Green on a daily basis, sometimes alone and sometimes with other superhumans. About twice a year, she goes in for a more extensive set of biopsy tests. Dr. Green's research has been very promising thus far, opening new doors into understanding the mutant genome.

For her own part, Artemisia doesn't mind being used for research. She believes that a better understanding of the x-factor will help superhumans and ordinary humans alike. Having lived a life from the inside of the company, she recognizes that corruption is inevitable whenever money and power are involved, but doesn't see Tri-Global as particularly malevolent. Dr. Green keeps her informed on the general direction of his research so she can see what she's contributing to.

Name:
Dianna (Diaphanous)
Age:
20
Height:
5'4", though she can change this with some focus
Weight:
Cannot be Weighed
Hair:
Wispy platinum blonde, cut in choppy layers to her shoulders. Usually held up in a sloppy twist.
Eyes:
Pale, dead-looking blue, wide and child-like shape.
Ethnicity:
Germanic features, Caucasian origin.
Occupation:
Self-Assigned Guardian

Powers:
Atomic Ill-Composition

Origin of Powers:
For nine years she was kept as an experiment in a secret facility, until such a time came that she actually tried escaping. After all the tests, her atoms no longer knew precisely how to align themselves, and subconsciously she had been keeping her body in one piece by will alone. She escaped by spreading her atoms apart far enough that she could simply pull herself through the only wall between her and the rest of the world, then drag herself up through about twenty feet of dirt.

Skills/Talents:
Diaphanous, by her natural state is more or less ephemeral at best, phantom-like at worst. She is able to pull herself into a solid body with minimal effort, however she is most comfortable while "relaxed." Wears metal circlets around each ankle and wrist to draw off of for sense of "solidness". Diaphanous has learned a way to imitate flight by loosening her body so that wind can carry her, and then adjust her body's weight according to gusts and vents to regulate a flight pattern. If avoiding someone, she is able to force her atoms beyond their "relaxed" state and make herself nearly invisible, though through a person's peripheral, the general area where she is will shimmer just slightly as her atoms try and pull back together. Her most useful trick though is, if she is aware of a threat, can make any blow thrown her way, any bullet fired, go right through her, unaffected. By focusing on the spot where the blow should land, and then pulling it apart, she can make herself completely intangible, and essentially untouchable.

Weakness
If she attempts to move through solid objects, it takes a lot of effort to make sure she doesn't lose body parts or internal organs in the process. She must make every inch of her body intangible, then mentally drag it through other, usually less cooperative, atoms. Flight is only usable in big cities, as few other places have enough vents and breezes to keep her buffeted up. Her intangibility is also limited by her reaction time. After being shot, she can remove the bullet, but cannot remove the wound. As a safeguard she usually keeps herself mostly intangible anyway, but this limits her ability to interact with people, leaving Diaphanous feeling very isolated.

Background:
"They killed my brother, you know," she said suddenly, looking up from her folded hands into the bright light again. The shadowed man beyond said nothing, and she immediately looked back to the ground, between her dirty feet at the steel floor below. Shivering from both the imparted chill of the metal surfaces all around her and the foreboding terror gripping her gut, she continued talking. "That's why I was out on my own. My mother," hands fisted themselves in the hem of her denim shorts, "That woman... She brought him to them. My father did, too." Unconsciously, her hands relaxed and she began to rub the fabric smooth over her upper legs, eventually moving to hold her knobby knees awkwardly in each skinny hand.

"We didn't have time to get to the hospital, she was a month early, so my dad, who's a doctor anyway, had her give birth in the living room. I was supposed to stay in the kitchen and boil water for towels. I would have too, if my mom hadn't been yelling so much. I had to come and see. I watched my brother be born, and he was one of the most beautiful children I've ever seen." Her head shot up briefly, peering suspiciously into the dark beyond the lamp aimed at her face. She was curious as to why the light didn't reflect better, but then again, she was also curious as to why she was here, who the people who took her were, and what in God's name were they going to do to her, but none of those questions had been answered when she screamed them, so it seemed a waste to try again.

"He had these feathers," she said, tracing her fingers around her hairline, then cheekbones and jawline, eventually gesturing vaguely at the shoulders and outward, keeping her eyes trained on invisible eyes all the while, "And they were all these different colours, like a parrot or something. It was mostly downy, but there were a few shiny, slick feathers there. And on his shoulder blades," she gestured again towards her back, looking at where she assumed the man in the suit's face was, "There were these little growths, I guess they would've been wings one day-- I wouldn't say he looked human, but I don't think he really looked... not-human, you know? When you looked at him, you just always got this distinct impression of far-off jungles and tigers roaring and flapping wings. He seemed like a little bird, but if you looked again, it was really obvious he was just a baby, still all pink-faced and stuff. And there was just the right shape to his nose..." Pausing, she bit her lip, dropping her hand from where she'd been about to touch the tip of her own nose, glancing to the side at where the light reflected back to her off of a mirrored wall. "He wasn't really breathing when he came out, and neither of my parents could do anything, they were just so shocked that she had given birth to a," her lip curled and her nose wrinkled, affecting the deeper, gruffer tone of her father, "A filthy, unnatural whelp of a mutant."

"When my mother saw him, she fainted. My dad just sat there, staring at the baby in his hands, still attached to my mother by his umbilical cord. I ran over to them and neither of them reacted when I took him, he was all sticky and looked so pale the longer I waited, and I had just didn't know what to do. I smacked him across the butt, like I saw doctors do in movies before, and suddenly he squawked. Like a little bird." Giggling softly, she explained fondly, "Then he looked at me, and even though I was a little scared by his eyes, all black like a baby bird would have, I was really happy to have a brother. He was mine, and I could tell he knew it." Her expression clouded and eyebrows worked together as she continued, "Almost as soon as I'd gotten him giggling though, my dad took him back. My dad pushed me. He yelled for me to leave. I went to my room. Mom and Dad had an argument for a long time. The baby was crying for a lot of it, but they didn't stop or quiet down. For the next week or two, my mother took care of the baby and cried a lot. I'd only seen her cry that much one other time."

Her tone took on a colder edge again, eyes narrowing into angry slits. "That woman had miscarried once, when I was four. She was trying to give me a sister. She cried for ages. After what she did to my brother, I think she deserved it, even if it wouldn't happen for a few more years." Sticking her chin out hatefully, she affirmed, "Karma." Being only eleven, the gesture was vaguely diminished by the childish pout she wore.

Shooting up from her chair, the metal thing clattering back with a cla-ang, she planted her hands on the table and growled at the man. "After he was old enough, they took him to town. This was before that War, so it wasn't long before my father had roused a mob to 'destroy the thing.' My mother helped." Lines of wet streaked from her eyes to her jaw then dripped onto the cold metal surface of the table, though she forced herself to keep staring into the dark where she knew a face must be. "I left. I ran away. I wasn't anything special. Wasn't a genetic malformation. By all means, I was safe. But I couldn't stay in the house when I knew what they'd done. What they might do to other people." Her head jerked briefly, a sharp nod uncoordinated by purposeful thought, and bit out, "The swine thought themselves benefactors, people of some high moral standing, when all they'd done was destroy a child. I wasn't able to leave that night, and it hurt to wait, but I did. I waited until I was ten, double digits," she sneered, "And then I ran away, taking all my favourite things with me and the disposable with all the pictures of my brother I'd been able to take when my parents weren't looking."

Finished with that part of her story, her body shifted away from the table, her arms tentatively wrapping in a protective shell around her torso, and her gaze returned to the floor as she backed up slowly, eventually bumping into the back wall. "That's probably how you found me. I didn't do so well on my own." Rubbing her arms in a useless attempt to garner some warmth, Dianna looked up just in time for the lamp, the only light source in the room, to flick off, leaving her in total darkness.

... Just over nine years later, a woman who called herself "Diaphanous" escaped her holding facility and disappeared into the world, wide-eyed, scared, and fiercely determined to "protect the children."

Name: "Wither"
Age: 47
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 122 lbs.
Hair: White
Eyes: Brown
Ethnicity: Middle Eastern
Occupation: Assassin

Powers: Decay Wither's main power is to power to drain the life force of anything she touches and age it. She rusts iron, makes flowers wilt, ages people and animals. However, she becomes younger as she does this, so though she is nearing fifty, she has the body and mind of a woman half her age. Except for her hair. For whatever reason, her hair gives away her true age, as it refuses to regain its color. Victims of her attack can recover fully after a few days rest.

Power Absorption Wither has only used this power once. When she drains a superhuman of all of their life force, she gains their powers. The one and only time she employed this aspect of her power it was an accident. It was during the Seven day war, and she was holding hands with her brother while they were running, and without meaning to, she drained him. He had the ability to cause wings to grow out of his back. If she fully drains a normal human, or one not born with their powers, it does not have this effect.

Flight A power wither seldom employs, despite the fact that she pulls out her wings often. The wings remind her of her brother. One of her wings is black, and the other is white, although her brother's wings were both white. She is able to fly short distances, not exceeding five miles.

Origin of Powers: She was born with her powers. When her mother was pregnant with her, the doctor was astounded that she seemed to age ten years during her pregnancy.

Skills/Talents: Sex appeal comes to mind. Wither knows that she is an attractive woman, and does not think herself 'above' flirting (or worse) to get what she wants.

Weakness: Wither's main weakness is the wracking guilt over the death of her brother, and it was this that Omni used to secure her loyalty in the first place. She is serving him to 'atone' for her crime by ridding the world of the ones who are 'truly responsible' for his death, namely anti-mutant governments and corporations.

Another weakness is that when she absorbs powers, they seem to come to her only partially. Her brother, in addition to his wings, which were far stronger than they have ever been on her, could see air currents, and had hollow bones. Wither has neither of these traits, which is partially to blame for her weakness in flying, and her reluctance to fly in the first place.

Background: Nakia Abednego was born in Medina, Saudi Arabia to Elam and Basma Abednego, she was the second child, and the youngest. Her mother was not able to bear more children after she was born. The doctors were alarmed, as they said it was like she'd aged ten or fifteen years during the span of her pregnancy. After the baby was born and handed off to her nanny, however, her mother recovered. She was five before she learned to control her powers at all, and was small for her age because of them.

She and her elder brother, Hani, were very close growing up. Their parents never seemed to have time for them, but that might have happened even if they'd not had powers. Their nanny loved them very much, however, and called them her Miracle Children. When they were old enough, they moved to America, were they hoped mutants were treated better. This was not the case, however, and they found themselves stranded far from home during the Seven Day War, during which, Nakia accidentally took her brother's power and his life. Afterwards, in her guilt and anger, she joined up with Omni, and became Wither.

Name: Asura Kourimizu
Age: 18
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair: blue
Eyes: light blue
Ethnicity: Japanese
Occupation: Lifeguard, swimming lesson teacher, and Swim Coach

Powers: Can liquidize his own body and absorb other nearby liquids

Origin of Powers: Resulted from human experimentation

Skills/Talents: Swimming, basic martial arts training, and being able to look at the big picture

Weakness: His powers give him an ongoing risk of hypothermia so he constantly has to make sure he doesn’t get too cold

Background: A man approached Asura one day and asked him to try new equipment that would help him swim faster than anyone else alive and finally get that Olympian medal that he's aspiring to claim. He was intrigued but still suspicious so he agreed as long as he could refuse at any point. He was brought to a mansion and given a room on one of the floors and was allowed to roam anywhere in the building while he stayed there. It was boring at first but after awhile he ran into another guy like himself who was brought here with the promise to be the best at what he did, he copiloted small aircraft, and then a few days after that one more guy appeared who was promised the same thing, and then a woman made her appearance in the mansion apparently under the same circumstances, so before it went too out of hand they decided to confront the man who brought them here, but he got to them first. Asura woke up imprisoned on a wooden bed with his head throbbing and his ears ringing before he blacked out again. This time when he woke up the ringing was gone and a wet towel was draped over his head. As he sat up and looked around he found himself in a dungeon looking room with the other three; Alwin the copilot, Ryusaki the pyrotechnic, and Jade the woman. As the ringing died Asura turned his head to the faint sound of footsteps approaching he discovered the man who had brought them all together.
“I see that you are all awake.” He stated looking around at all of them. “Now I believe it is time I explained the situation to you all. Starting now you each have been hired by me to be my personal thieves.”
“Thieves” Ryusaki cut off, “why would we want to be your thieves?”
“Because I have given each of you unique abilities that you’ll chose to exploit. Who wouldn’t want to work for the man who gave you powers?”
“Powers?” Alwin asked intrigued, “What kind of powers?”
“Each of you have been genetically changed to form with the four different states of matter,” He explained, “Alwin with gas, Jade with solid, Asura with liquid, and Ryusaki with plasma. Each of you can become your designated state and absorb any of the nearby state into you. Through my training you will learn to master your powers and once we have acquired enough funds you will help create and lead an army of others just like you. An army of Unstoppables!”
“And what makes you think we’ll help you. If we’re so strong than what’s preventing us from just leaving?” Ryusaki asked defiantly
“That question can be answered by looking at each of your ankles. Around them is a machine that will allow me to know where you are and what you’re doing. They change states as you do and are indestructible so don’t think you can break out of them. Oh and if you get any ideas, with a press of a button I can have them, and you wiped from this realm of existence.”
“What did you do to us!?” Jade spoke up for the first time
“I made you the best, better than you ever could have been and you are going to work for me or it will be the last decision you make.” With that he got up and left them in his dungeon to chew on his words.
After that they found themselves in the dungeon during the day and out burglarizing at night. The first time they tried the completely failed and barely made it out alive and unnoticed with nothing to show for it, but about a month later they had begun to control their powers and were getting better at robbing when they finally got a chance to be free of their chains. They had just robbed a bank and were leaving with the money when they where stopped by a cloaked man. He was tall and lean, the type of figure you would expect to snap under any pressure, and he walked directly in front of our path.
“I believe you carry something that doesn’t belong to you” He said to them in a voice that seemed too deep for his body.
“What are you going to do about it?” Alwin inquired
“This” The man said and then suddenly all of them flew back the bags torn from their hands. “That my friends,” the man continued, “is what is called a static discharge, luckily for you it was a low level one, but you might not be so lucky next time”
One glance down at his ankle gave him an idea. “That was pretty weak for a ‘static discharge’. Can’t you do any better?” He taunted
“You want to see a discharge?” He asked and then prepped for another one
“What are you doing Asura?” Ryusaki asked me a moment before the static hit us again
Once Asura could find his voice he called out to the others to change forms and then did so himself losing the malfunctioning ankle bomb in the process.
“Where do you think you’re going with all that money?” The mans voice rang back into Asura’s memory
“Keep the money. It’s yours” Ryusaki called back
“That’s right you better run” The man replied not sure what to do in this situation
After that they were free and each went their separate ways into hiding. Over the years Asura lost tabs with each of them, but now as the mystery man who changed their lives and made them into the things they are gets closer and closer to locating Asura he decided to find the others before the man could

Name: Amber Kanrys, goes by Impulse
Age: 19 (most mistake her for 16)
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 124
Hair: Blonde (slightly reddish hue)
Eyes: Honey
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Occupation: Works part-time at a nails salon, a pastry shop, and an all-night restaurant

Powers: Amber has a strange set of abilities. Amber's powers don't truly correlate until one takes into account her history. All together Amber has inherited powers over five generations. Her primary ability is the use of Uni-directional Telekinesis, in short the power to create walls of force. Amber's understanding of the ability is quite exceptional, and she often uses it to aid her physically to mimic super-strength, propel herself forward mimicking super-speed, or stop projectiles coming her way with the wave of a hand. Other abilities include the power to pass physical and emotional sensation onto others, amazing dexterity, an extremely high metabolism that powers her high stress alternate form, and even the ability fade into and out of strong winds. All of these powers are from earlier generations and do not represent her own ability, which, strangely, has yet to surface despite her current age.

Origin of Powers: Amber's powers actually stem from one of her ancestors' powers, her great-great grandmother Lillia. Lillia's power involved preserving powers from generation to generation. Obviously, her power didn't really leave any marks on society on its own, but in mating with another post-human, her ability, his ability, and a new ability would manifest in the child. So far, Lillia's power only has shown up in the women of the bloodline. The men retain all of the powers of their ancestors, except for Lillia's, ending the progression. Amber doesn't recognize the existance of her ancestors' powers and figures it's all part of her own ability. Researches haven't done any research on Amber or her immediate family, but Triella had more than one daughter and could have passed the power onto any number of children. A mutation like hers would be highly valued if contained and reproduced.

Skills/Talents: Amber has picked up an array of skills from her time on the Isle of Eden. Her mother knew how to fight with a Claymore, which Amber always found impressive, but on Eden, she could only find someone willing to teach her to use a katana, and only after a year of hand to hand training. She learned to fight with whips and chains on her own, as a way to pass the time. Amber's mother put her into gymnastics classes as a kid to put her budding supernatural agility to use, and Amber has continued practicing them on her own, and enjoys showing off her prowess in the air, aided by her telekinesis. Amber also, finds painting nails relaxing, and often draws complex designs and pictures on the surface of her nails, and anyone willing to pay her. Her heightened metabolism makes her almost immune to the effects of alcohol so she enjoys taking advantage of the bigger guys at bars in both drinking contests and gambling.

Weakness: Amber has a bit of a cocky attitude. She knows she's powerful and she's willing to push people around to get what she wants. She's also extremely impatient, always ready to jump to the easiest solution so that it's out of her hair. She's brash, rude, and all around unruly which makes her a rather poor choice for command, despite her mother's natural flare for it. Aside from personality defects, her excessive metabolism requires large amounts of food to keep her alive. In fact, where most people can last a considerable time without food, Amber would find herself wasting away in a mere three or four days without sustenance. Because of this fact, it's rare that she's ever seen not snacking on something. Her metabolism also makes anything but the strongest painkillers effective, and even then only for a very short while. Her slow body development might also be attributed to this since she still appears maybe 15 or 16.

Another mixed blessing, Amber's overuse of her telekinetic abilities has created a constant tangible field of telekinetic force. In some ways this is useful, something that closes within 10 feet of her breaches that field causing her to be aware of it. However, it also means she is almost impossible to hide. Anyone walking near her will feel something like a cobweb wash over them, and this energy is detectable by anything that can sense vibrational disturbances. The constant leak of force also seems to resonate back to her like a tactile radar. In some cases, it's very helpful to know what's going on around her. In other cases, it drives her absolutely insane. She can feel a person's heartbeat if they're standing close enough, walking in crowds is maddening, and even a cool breeze's comfort is overshadowed by the disruption it carries with it. It's very difficult for her to sleep, especially when she can't even numb her senses with sleep pills, which may play a part in why she's always so unsociable.

If for one reason or another, someone really gets on her nerves, an uncontrollable reaction begins forcing out her alter ego, her cruel, sadistic alter ego. Normally, when this change occurs, her skin and hair darken as her agitation grows. When she finally snaps her hair turns dark red and her skin takes on a heavy blush. Normally, she becomes incredibly focused on removing whatever had pained her existance enough to bring her out, but if the problem persists, it will drain Amber quite completely. Her skin and hair will slowly fade back to normal until she finally passes out.

Occasionally, in extremely intense winds, she often can't control her ability to fade into the wind. Sometimes, she might simply disappear against her will. The wind will carry her away for 100 feet or more before she has the chance to regain her composure. Because Amber hasn't focused much on controlling this power, she's more at its mercy than in control.

Background: Amber's mother was a hero. She was born with the resolve of 100 warriors and never gave in against any odds. Some said that was her greatest power, not the telekinesis she wielded almost effortlessly. Being a hero, she found herself protecting the innocents on both fronts. Anti-human attacks on cities, and anti-mutant assaults on post-humans often left hundreds of innocent victims injured or dying. Allison couldn't let that stand. In doing so, she made a lot of enemies, and finally an anti-mutant team assembled and killed her.

Amber was 12 at the time, and at the mercy of the new abilities that were forming within her as well. Social services left her with her father, a superstitious cutthroat staying just out of jail after his life had fallen apart for leaving Allison. Now the child of their union had come back as a reminder to him of all the bad omens he was trying to outrun. Amber learned to shoot a gun, smoke, and drink in her time with him, despite all his attempts to keep her away from his bad habits. She also seemed to eat twice as much food as he did, wander all around the neighborhood at all hours of the night, and was often the center of all sorts of mayhem, whether she intended it or not. When Amber turned 15 her bottomless appetite for food and disaster was getting too much for her father to afford, so he sent her to a private school to get her out of his hair. He honestly hoped she'd graduate and he'd never have to see her again.

At the boarding school, Amber was starting to get a much better grasp of her powers and seemed to cause much fewer problems for the school than she had for her father. She was quite the bully, despite her small size, and overturned most of the current ruling status among the other students. She was considered a freak by most of the school, but that didn't stop her from practically ruling the place through fear. The teachers were spared from her power trips because other people might take a teacher's testimony more seriously than the students', and the last thing she wanted was for someone to believe that she was a post-human. She graduated a year early, after just turning 17, and sent a letter to her father. In it, all she explained was that he didn't need to worry about her anymore. Amber went straight from her graduation ceremony to the Island of Eden. Now she awaits the chance to show the humans what it it's like to be on the other side.