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Here's the variant character outline. Feel free to add on. Templates are welcome.
I feel as if mine is quite sufficient, however.
I trust that all of you know how to bold, so I won't worry much about that.


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<.b><.u>||Basic Details||
<.b>[name]
<.i>(first)
<.i>(middle)
<.i>(last)
<.i>||nicknames
<.b>[age]
<.i>(date of birth)
<.i>(location of birth)
<.b>[gender]
<.i>(physical gender)
<.i>(sexuality)

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<.b><.u>||Abilities||
<.b>[origin]
<.i>(is it hereditary?)
<.i>(location of discovery)
<.i>(initial reaction)
<.b>[elaboration]
<.i>(type of power)
<.i>(specifics about power)
<.i>(strength of power)
<.i>(limitations)
<.b>[additional details]

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<.b><.u>||Appearance||
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<.b>[hair]
<.i>(length)
<.i>(color)
<.i>(style)
<.b>[eyes]
<.i>(color)
<.b>[skin]
<.i>(tone)
<.i>(imperfections)
<.b>[dimensions]
<.i>(height)
<.i>(weight)
<.i>(build)

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<.b><.u>||Personality||
<.b>[commonly shown characteristics]
<.i>(likes)
<.i>(dislikes)
<.i>(phobias)
<.i>(flaws)
<.i>(habits)
<.b>[mental details]
<.i>(intelligence quotient)
<.i>(current state of mind)
<.i>(psychological history)

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<.b><.u>||History||
<.b>[early life]
<.i>( )
<.b>[adolescence]
( )
<.b>[young adulthood]
<.i>( )
<.b>[adulthood]
<.i>(if applicable.)

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<.b><.u>||Other||
<.b>[family]
<.i>(mother)
<.i>(father)
<.i>(siblings--if applicable.)

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||Basic Details||
[name]
(first) Lilah (Lie-lah)
(middle) Mae (May)
(last) Fitz
||nicknames
Lil
[Age] 17
(date of birth) September 29
(location of birth) A cell.
[gender] Female
(physical gender) Female
(sexuality) Bi-sexual



"It only takes one look.

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||Abilities||
Lilah Mae can heal small wounds if she concentrates hard, and has her hands on the person/animal. But it does drain her, sometimes on the brink of passing out.
[origin] Her mother had the same ability, but more powerful.
(is it hereditary?) Yes.
(location of discovery) In a lab where her mother was a test subject.
(initial reaction) It wasn't a big deal really to Lilah because her mother had the same ability. It was normal for her.
[elaboration] If someone has a small cut, or burn Lilah can make it's healing process 5x faster just by laying hands on the person. If its anything bigger than that she can try to help heal them somewhat but not as well as if it was a small injury.
(type of power) Spiritual.
(specifics about power) She can heal a persons wounds. It does drain her energy, and can even result in death if she tries too hard. She has to be careful with this power she's been given.
(strength of power) Its not too powerful, yet. Her mother told her she believes it will grow as she does.
(limitations) She's limited to small injuries.
[additional details]



"A book is your only safe escape."

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||Appearance||


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[hair] Lilah has long, dark, wavy locks. They're usually kept into braids or something so that her hair doesn't get in the way of her ability to pay attention to her surroundings.
(length) It reaches most of the way down her back.



(color) Dark brown.
(style) Lilah wears whatever will help her blend in with the crowd. She doesn't like to draw attention to herself.
[eyes]

(color) She has green/blue eyes.
[skin] She has unblemished skin. It's smooth and silky to the touch.
(tone) She's pale from being in hiding most of her life.
(imperfections) She has to wear glasses at times, and she has a mole above her lip.
[dimensions]
(height) 5'4
(weight) 140
(build) medium build



"Sometimes I wonder if this is a dream or reality."

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||Personality||
[commonly shown characteristics]
(likes)
~ The color orange
~ The laughter of others around her
~ Finishing something she's started
~ Books
~ Chocolate cake
~ Painting
~ Getting her way

Lilah loves the simple things. Painting has always been her medium, she loves to express herself with the vibrant colors she can put on a canvas. She has a sweet tooth and her favorite is chocolate cake, she can't say no. Or if she does say no its because she's sick. Lilah didn't have siblings growing up, so she pretty much got her way most of her life.

(dislikes)
~ People being mad at her
~ Leaving something half done
~ Others being treated differently just because of their looks
~ Spiders
~ Flamingos
~ Being told what to do
~ Fighting for no reason

Lilah is sensitive to others being treated fairly. People snubbing their nose at others because of their clothes, or class doesn't make much sense to her. She believes if you're going to fight it better be for a good reason. Not because you spilled milk on your shirt that morning. She doesn't take kindly to strangers telling her what to do. It irks her.

(phobias)
~ Spiders, she was in a cave once that was crawling with them at age 4. She hasn't forgotten the experience, so now they scare the hell out of her.
~ Being alone forever. She's deeply scared that she will never find someone to be her forever. That she will die an old maid, because she's different.

(flaws)
~ Too clingy sometimes
~ She doesn't listen well to those she doesn't know
~ Her inability to believe something positive might happen to her

(habits)
~ She twirls her hair around her finger when nervous
~ She has a tendency to duck her head when she doesn't think she's worthy of being part of the conversation

[mental details]
Lilah is of sound mind. She can be a bit OCD but besides that she's just fine. Her mom made sure to keep her hidden most of her life so she hasn't been overly influenced by the evils of the world yet.
(intelligence quotient) 132
(current state of mind) Sane.
(psychological history)
Lilah hasn't had to experience much of mind games. Her mother was very passionate, loving, and caring towards Lilah. She hasn't known much of anger or hate quite yet. She has experienced rejection, feeling unworthy, and inexperienced though.



"You can choose your friends, You can't choose Family."

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||History||

[early life]
(Lilah Mae grew up in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere after her mother escaped the lab. Her mother knew that she couldn't raise her daughter in an environment like that and had to get out quick. The baby became a toddler, her toys were sticks, stones, and things her mother made her out of yarn, like dolls, and blankets. She was a very happy, bright eyed girl. )

[Adolescence]
(Lilah Mae was 11 years old when her mother finally felt it safe enough to move them into the city. She knew of her mothers healing powers by then, and of her own smaller ones. She was told not to let anyone know about their special abilities or they might be killed or worse taken away. The two kept quiet, beneath the radar. No matter how much Lilah blended in she always stood out. She wasn't like the other children, she didn't know the ways of the world like they did. )

[young adulthood]
(Lilah Mae is entering young adulthood. She doesn't have many friends, she's never dated a boy, and her mother has gone missing. Lilah isn't very sure of herself, her surroundings, or everything her mother had ever told her. She has no idea who her father is, where she was born, why her mother had gone into hiding at such a young age, or why she can't talk about her abilities. The young girl is confused, distraught, and lost in a world that is trying to put order back. )


"Find yourself, and you'll find happiness.

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||Other||
[family]
(mother) Leah Fitz
(father) Unknown soldier
(siblings Unknown

➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
(view spoiler)[ Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs, ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Tʜᴇ ғʟᴏʀᴀʟ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs ᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ. Gɪғs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏs, ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs, ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ. (hide spoiler)]
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)[Iɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ Pᴀʀᴏ, Aɴᴛᴏɴɪᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ Jᴇɴɴʏ. (hide spoiler)]

↺Pᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ



«One breath, two
It makes me wish I were like you»



【 Cᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴇ 】 Lᴀғᴀʏᴇᴛᴛᴇ
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『 〓 』• Pronounced | ka-PREESE | lah-fah-YEHT |  
• Caprice is of English, French and Italian origin, and the meaning of Caprice is "whimsical, playful". From Italian "capriccio" which originally referred to a feeling of horror causing the hair to stand on end.
• Lafayette is of French origin. May derive from "foi", meaning "faith". Historical: the Marquis de Lafayette, a French nobleman, was only 20 when he came to serve four years in the American Revolutionary cause. When he returned to America, he was welcomed as a hero. A similar baby name is Fayette.

【 Cᴀᴘᴘʏ 】 Lᴀғғʏ Tᴀғғʏ; Bᴜɴɴʏ Mᴀᴜʀᴇᴇɴ
Caprice doesn't much like her name, or what people can do to it. Her father, ahem, the donor of the sperm that created her inside a pretty much unstable human, seemed to like these nicknames, but she didn't. The last name was the rather unique stage name her father had forced her to use.


░▓░Gender Feminine ⇝ Female
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Derived from the chromosome 
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░▓░Sexuality Ambisexual
[Relationship Status] Single

░▓░Age Twenty-One ⇝ 21
░▓░Place of Birth Paris ⇝ France
⊱ Nationalities French, Polish
⊱ Ethnicities French, Polish, Norwegian
░▓░Date of Birth February 21st ⇝ 3:00 PM
⊱ Zodiacal symbol ♓ ➠ Pisces ➠ (view spoiler)[
Mysterious and alluring individuals, most Pisces are extremely talented, but even though they are gifted in many ways, they still manage to spend most of their lives battling "confusing" conditions. Pisces is the sign symbolised by the image of two fish. Their symbol depicts one fish heading upward, the other pulling downward. This mirrors how Pisceans are frequently torn between two pathways in life, or actually do live two very different existences at the same time.

The number 2, is a very powerful number for them. This zodiac sign is acknowledged as being the Saint and the Sinner rolled into one; the trendsetter of fashion or art, the lost soul, the philosopher and the psychotic and the visionary. As a credit to them, considering their many vulnerable characteristics; Pisceans are incredibly adaptable and resilient. They are to be found leading the field in many diverse areas of life and many Pisces can be found represented amongst top business millionaires. On the other side of the coin, prisons, reform schools and all kinds of institutions statistically hold a high number of Pisceans too.

The Piscean's inner quest to explore their "ivory tower" syndrome can lead them into some most unusual and unlikely living conditions. Of all the signs of the zodiac, Pisces are the ones who end up in the most muddles over the years of their lives. They fantasize about situations, people and particularly romance - and because they spend so much time in their own form of 'fantasy land' this can catch them short in other more worldly areas. Because of this inner world of fantasy, Pisces people seldom perceive whatever is going on around them in its true light. They see life instead as they want to see it, coloring their view of the world in hues and tones far removed from its true reflection. No wonder this is the sign of both miracles and disillusionment. If you are a Pisces, be warned your emotions are a weak spot.

One thing that plays havoc with your life is romance. When things romantically are going well for you, you are on cloud nine. When romance turns sour you land in a heap. Pisces often need to take lots of holidays (or time off) to recover from life's many diverse pressures. You are the zodiac's most sensitive sign, so you need to take extra special care of yourself. Nobody can beat you up, as much as you can beat yourself up within your own mind. In your purest form you are psychic, visionary and a guiding light to all who know you. But, in your "out of tune" state, you become depressed, obsessive and confused. (hide spoiler)]



«We march all around til' the sun goes down night children
Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes, we long for freedom»


Vᴀʀɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

[ Sᴏɴɪᴄ Mᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ]
Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟ/ Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ/ Iɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ/ Exᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ
Oғғᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ/ Dᴇғᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ
Caprice was gifted with the variation of Sonic Manipulation. At first thought, this isn't a very useful variant to have, because no one truly knows what it can do. The most that she has every done is voice mimicking, sound projection and generation, and sonic pulsation. As far as she knows, it's a recessive genetic trait that has been from her father's side of the family. He himself didn't have the ability, and neither did his father. She hasn't totally tested her limits, but it can be amplified by technological devices likes speakers. What she knows of her limits is that she can only go as long as her lungs hold out for the situation. There is also the factoring in of how many sounds she is generating at one time. Depending on what the sound is, it can take up a lot more sound and energy to make it. Hence, it takes up oxygen in her lungs.


Tʜᴇ Bᴇɪɴɢ

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▐☸▒Describe this mess of emotion and history in the physical form? It can be attempted, but no guarantees are made to how pin-point this will be, seeing as she has tendencies to drastically change the way she looks, well more so what her hair looks like.

With at stopping point of five feet six inches, Caprice isn't the picture of height. She doesn't much care for this, and would greatly appreciate if people held back their comments on it. She weighs a standard hundred forty pounds, and is very content with the outcome of her extension activity. She was never one to stay in one place for a while, and it seems to have paid off. Slenderly framed, save the chest and posterior area, she doesn't pay much attention to her inherited curves. No, she prefers to focus on the thing higher than her shoulders, because she believes people should be looking up there. Femininely narrow shoulders, followed by a slender neck, leads to an ovoid visage that is framed quite nicely by her hair.

Golden strands of hair cascade down to her shoulders. At some times, they will be radiant curls and other times, they are a mix of black and brown locks threaded into the sea of blonde. She doesn't stick with either for very long, as she much likes to diversify her hair. It would appear to be her only girlish habit, and will stay that way. Upon cursory examination of her eyes, they appear to be green. However, her oculars are quite actually a maze of hue. In bright lightings, they're a hazy mix of a green coloring and flecks of hazel light in a color close to her hair. In the darker setting, they appear to be a clouded pale blue. They particularly pop out against her moderately tanned complexion. Her lips, which usually hold a pouty sort of formation as a default of reason she doesn't know, are a peachy hue that's close to the inside of a shell. She prefers not to dwell on that fact, as she wants people to focus on her words, rather than her lips.


The last thing to work on when describing this female is her voice. It has a husky sound to it, the more appealing kind of husky that is more commonly exhibit in the gender counterpart and widely sought out. It holds a low soprano, high alto octave. It's similar to the tinkling of little metal objects together, if not more pleasant. If she were exhibit any form of rage, it deepens exponentially into a feral and harsh sound as opposed to the previously pleasant one. Should she be delighted, her voice hitches ever so slightly. The change isn't very noticeable unless you've been listening to her for a while.














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⊱ Hair Pigmentation Golden strands of hair cascade down to her shoulders. At some times, they will be radiant curls and other times, they are a mix of black and brown locks threaded into the sea of blonde.
⊱ Eye Pigmentation Upon cursory examination of her eyes, they appear to be green. However, her oculars are quite actually a maze of hue. In bright lightings, they're a hazy mix of a green coloring and flecks of hazel light in a color close to her hair. In the darker setting, they appear to be a clouded pale blue. They particularly pop out against her moderately tanned complexion.
⊱ Altitude With at stopping point of five feet six inches, Caprice isn't the picture of height.
⊱ Ponderosity She weighs a standard hundred forty pounds, and is very content with the outcome of her extension activity. She was never one to stay in one place for a while, and it seems to have paid off.
⊰⊱ Distinguishing Marks
▶ Tattoos
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▶ Lacerations that didn't heal right



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Caprice doesn't have much of a preference to clothing she has to wear, so long as it isn't a dress, or has ruffles. Heels would be her best friend if she hadn't taken to her new lifestyle on the run. For now, she settles for clothing that is relatively easy to move in.

↧Cᴏɴᴛ'ᴅ Bᴇʟᴏᴡ

↥ Cᴏɴᴛ'ᴅ Fʀᴏᴍ Aʙᴏᴠᴇ

© Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
(view spoiler)[ Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs, ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Tʜᴇ ғʟᴏʀᴀʟ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs ᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ. Gɪғs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏs, ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs, ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ. (hide spoiler)]
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)[Iɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ Pᴀʀᴏ, Aɴᴛᴏɴɪᴀ, ᴀɴᴅ Jᴇɴɴʏ. (hide spoiler)]

↻ Pᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ


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❝ Are we a lost generation of our people?
Add us to equations but they'll never make us equal.
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel. ❞

Despite how she might appear, Caprice is an intelligent being. She's very smart when given the opportunity to show, but she prefers to not do so. This is just part of her meticulous inclination to appear as something else. A defense of hers, if you will. It works well a good deal of the time, and if she should have to display any intelligence, it's done in a sly way that most would be impressed by. Passive-Intelligent, if you will. The meticulous part of her wouldn't allow for the ruse to be broken.

Caprice can be spontaneous, doing things that surprise even her. It's not that she doesn't have self control; she just can't help herself sometimes. Sometimes. Other times, it's of her own volition. Starting a fight, all her. Cursing someone out, all her. Mercilessly turning brains to mush, maybe not her. She can't be sure. Most of the impulses that run through her can be all of her own thought, but the past can often sneak up on her, and get out of control. And when it gets out of control, it isn't particularly the best friend in the world.

Being sociable is nothing for Caprice. She can mingle like a pro, and she had practice that she won't mention. With this sociable nature comes the observance that she uses to keep conversation going, or steering it away from awkward situations that could be potentially social suicide, or ruin someone's night. No, she would never be in the mood to do that. That being said, she would more than love to have people to talk to.

Caprice can lie as easily as she can breathe. It's very useful, and she's believed a good deal of the time. She can make even some of the most outrageous stories seem real, because the trick is all in the tone of voice and your outer appearance. Her lies are what has kept a good deal of her crimes under wraps, save the ones that had eye witnesses and when she's lost her temper. It's almost second nature to her to lie, as well, and the truth is harder to come by with her. It takes a lot of work, or you'd have to had known her at some point before where the lies originates.

Potty mouth should be written on her forehead like a sign, but it isn't unless she's totally comfortable with you. Caprice can also be a flirt, but not overly. It's not the excessive "hey, sleep with me" but more so the soft kind of flirting. What isn't soft is the vulgarity of her mouth and mind. It's basically in the gutter at all times of the day, she can't do much about it.



Σ||Hᴇᴀʀ ↭ Mᴇ

◤Cᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴇ Lᴀғᴀʏᴇᴛᴛᴇ◥


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Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ғɪᴠᴇ

Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ sɪx

Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ sᴇᴠᴇɴ

{Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴠᴀʀɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴs}
If this is at all possible, I am reserving the following variations:

Accelerated Plant Growth
Classification: External/Mental

This ability allows for the variant to accelerate plant growth to their advantage. The ability is primarily defensive, but can be used offensively. The manipulation of the life forms during and after growth acceleration consists only of the direction of which they grow.

Pulsation
Classification: Physical/External

This ability allows for the variant to send out pulsating waves of energy. It is neither defensive nor offensive specifically, and can be used as either. The pulses are of an indiscriminate origin, but are considerably draining.

Apparitional Morphing
Classification: Physical/Internal

This ability allows for the variant to change their appearance. It is only defensive, and cannot be used offensively, unless there is some sort of cunning feature this can be used for. It allows for camouflage, be it in a crowd of people or in an isolated setting. It works similarly as a Chameleon does with their own camouflage.

Dream State Premonition
Classification: Mental/Internal

This ability allows for the variant to have a premonitional series of visions during a state of dreaming, similar to lucid dreaming. It is entirely defensive, and cannot be used offensively. The visions are entirely broken up and distorted, and are very hard to make any real sense of.

Age Ceasation
Classification: All

This ability allows for the variant to cease the aging process through the absorption of years from another person. It is either offensive or defensive in how it's used, and requires a mental acknowledgement on the part of the variant in contact with a person to take the years. It takes a straining amount of mental strength and endurance.

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"I just haven't had a chance"

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||Basic Details||



{n a m e}

Nadia
This English name is used to mean "hope", the name was given to Ms. Quint by her parents because her mother saw her as just that, a beacon of hope in her life of test tubes and experiments.

Rose
This Germanic name was originally from a word meaning "fame", but later went on to represent the fragrant flower. The flower was one of the sole things Nadia's mother could remember about the outside world when she was naming her child. She had adored the flower, and naturally, wanted to place the name upon her daughter.

Quint
The last name "Quint" ties Nadia and her ancestors back to England. The family was of the first in the many to escape the religious prejudice of their home country to found America

{a g e} 16
April 2nd
Born in the laboratory

{g e n d e r} Female
Heterosexual

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"I'm not the same as you are"

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||Abilities||



Nadia's genetic mutations allow her to move 5 times faster than any normal human can. So she can run, punch, react, faster.

{o r i g i n} Nadia's "gift" comes from her parents, the powers they had only intensified when they had a daughter together.

{r e a c t i o n} Nadia discovered her abilities in the lab, when she was just two years old. She wasn't surprised, as her parents did the same things. She's been giving the researchers grief ever since.

{s t r e n g t h} Nadia has been trained to use her power, and it has intensified to its current state with the training. Using her speed to run for any more than 10 minutes exhausts her to the point of collapsing, as the researchers have found. Her reaction times, which are also quickened by her mutation, are easily used throughout her day, and don't seem to weaken her unless she's in combat.

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"But I look just like you, my love"

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||Appearance||



{h a i r} Nadia's hair is a dark, chocolaty brown. It falls to just above her shoulders, and she likes to keep it at that length, since long hair annoys her. Sometimes she pulls it up into little stubby ponytails, she thinks they're cute.

{e y e s} Nadia's eyes are the same dark brown as her hair, with a ring of gold around the pupil.

{s k i n} Nadia has pale white skin that's never had the opportunity to tan, as it's always been under the cover of roofs and fluorescent lighting. She has her fair share of scars on her body, some of the testing she's been through hasn't exactly been safe.

{d i m e n s i o n s} Nadia's body is fairly slim, but holds a few curves of its own. She stands at about five foot five and weighs exactly 100 pounds.

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"I don't remember how to smile"

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||Personality||



{l i k e s} Nadia enjoys reading, since she's always been given books to heighten her intelligence, it's like second nature to have her nose in a book. She daydreams often, letting her mind wander away to the land outside the windows, to being free of the terrible lab-rat lifestyle she's in and breaking out. She often wishes she could do such a thing. Sometimes, when Nadia can snag an extra piece of paper and a pen from the lab, she draws little sceneries with people in them, her dearly missed mother, herself, even sometimes her friends that are also experiments. She's fairly good, but doesn't get much opportunity to practice.

{d i s l i k e s} Nadia dislikes lying. Though she's used to the scientists and other EDGE employes lying to her, she still gets an odd kind of anger when she sees it happen. Yes, she has to keep most of her anger quiet, but it does bother her. She dislikes treadmills and needles as well.

{p h o b i a s} Nadia's only real fear is the fear that the scientists won't need her anymore. She's seen it happen only once, when a boy wasn't getting anymore results with his power. The scientists got rid of him... And she's terrified of that happening to her.


{f l a w s} Nadia has a very bad temper. She constantly gets pissed off at the scientists and screams, yells, sometimes even slaps them. She just can't control herself when she feels rage. Whenever this happens, the researchers simply put her to sleep with a shot, it doesn't really matter to them.

{m e n t a l} Nadia sometimes worries about her mental state, but she is very sane. She just drives herself crazy at times with thoughts of life, and if hers is all the world has to offer, if there's nothing left besides it.


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"They made me the way I am "

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||History||



{e a r l y l i f e}
Nadia was born and raised inside the lab, the only personality she has is what she's fought for. Most of her time has been spent in testing labs, the scientists taking samples and observing her DNA, making her go through tests. She barely ever got to see her parents, even as a kid. Since she hated the tests and the samples so much, she spent the rest of her time learning how to trick the researchers, how to get past their cameras and things without notice, to have some time to just get away from them. She became very good at it by age eleven, and always bothered and tricked the scientists for the fun of it.


{y o u n g a d u l t h o o d}
Nadia kept on her routines of tricking the scientists for fun, which eventually turned into sneaking around at night. She now searches for ways to escape the labs, looking for that one sweet spot where she can leave undetected, and have enough time to get far enough away before they realize she's gone. As soon as she finds the spot, she's ready to bolt. There's nothing at the labs for her anymore. She hasn't seen her parents in so long, she's almost sure that they're dead. And even if they aren't, she barely knows them, so isn't afraid to leave. With every test she takes, she craves freedom more and more.


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"There's no one to guide me"

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||Other||



{f a m i l y}
mother unknown variant
father unknown variant
siblings she might have some, she honestly doesn't know

[Name]
{First} Shiloh
{Origin/Meaning} Shiloh (SHYE-loh) is of Hebrew origin, it means 'His Gift'.
{Middle} Mason
{Origin/Meaning} Mason (MAY-sun) is of English origin, it means 'One Who Works With Stone'.
{Last} Gonzales
{Origin/Meaning} Gonzales is of Spanish origin, and means 'battle'.

{Nickname(s) Shi (Shy)



"My twin is my lifeline."

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[Personal]
{Age} 14, almost 15
{DOB}> January 4th
{Place of birth}
{Gender} Male
{Sexual Preference} Heterosexual



"Your weapon is only as good as your mind."

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[Appearance]


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{Height} 5'8
{Weight} 145
{Hair} Dark brown
{Skin} He has a light brown to his skin, it gets darker the longer he is out in the sun. Shiloh doesn't burn, he just tans more and more and more...ect.

"Yeah ignore the kid and die. Sounds great."

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Personality



Likes
His sister and his twin
Being free, out in the open
He likes to sing
Running
Smelling the damp earth beneath his feet

Family is everything to Shiloh. His older sister and twin sister are the only positive things he had in his young life. He loves them to death. He didn't have many likes until they escaped, now his likes have broadened. His laughter is coming more and more, running barefoot has become one of his favorite things to do since they left the lab. His sisters have always encouraged him to sing, and he came to love it as he grew. Perhaps friends, and different foods will one day be added to his list of likes. But so far he hasn't found those.



Dislikes
Being held down
Night terrors
Sleeping
Being away from his sisters
Needles

Growing up in the slums wasn't easy. Shiloh had a hard time medically wise. He has what is classified as 'night terrors' so that didn't help. The nightmares and episodes only got worse the older he got. When he was separated from his sisters he flipped out, full out tantrums.

He hates the look or thought of needles. It terrifies the hell out of him. He was strapped down a lot when they were in the labs so he has a fear of beds with any sort of restraints. Because of the night terror episodes Shiloh is afraid to even sleep. He sleeps on average 4 hours a night, he mostly tries to stay awake as much as possible. At some points the doctors tried sleeping pills but then they couldn't wake him from the nightmares so they gave up on that.

"Sometimes you just have to suck it up and be tough like your sister."

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Phobia(s)
Needles
Being alone
Scientists
White rooms
Beds with straps

Skills
He can sing
He is a fast runner
He has a way with talking to people


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History

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Early childhood
Shiloh grew up in the slums. His sisters were his only constant positive in his life. His eldest sister Maya took the time to make sure him and his twin grew with some good influence in their life. She taught them to speak, crawl, walk, read, and write. It was always a game in Shiloh's eyes though. They had a game of playing family and then bam, back to the reality of being part of a poor family, struggling every day even to eat.



Adolescence
Shiloh began having night terrors at the age of seven, they were only mild at first. Around age 10 they became progressively worse, he started flailing around, almost like he was having seizures, and screaming as if he was dying. In his dreams he was being tortured, or believed he was dying.

Three years ago Shiloh's father volunteered Shiloh and his two sisters to go do some 'studies'. The scientists would get angry, and confused after they were sent away. The night terrors were a hindrance to their work, their plans of using Shiloh. They couldn't figure out what triggered these attacks. Maya always calmed him down, and he usually wouldn't have them if he was allowed to sleep in the same room as his twin sister. Shiloh hasn't found his variant, or special skill yet, he overheard a scientist one time describe him as broken a late bloomer. This has taken a toll on Shiloh's self-esteem despite his sisters' encouragement and reassurance.

Finally Maya broke them out of the lab. They ran free! Shiloh's first thing he did on the outside was take off his socks and run barefoot through the grass. He couldn't help it, it was just something he felt he needed to do. Now that they're free Maya has told him and his twin they're going to the (camp, fort, fortress?) where others like them had escaped to. It was Rebellion that would help keep them safe until there was enough of them to fight back. Even being away from the labs and the scientists Shiloh still experiences violent nightmares that rack his entire body and make him scream out. No one knows the trigger to them so they happen at random times. Sometimes he can go a whole week without them and then have an entire week of them.



Young Adult
He's in that inbetween stage. Of child and young adult.




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Family and Relationships

Family
Mother Dead variant
Father Dead variant
Siblings Maya, his older sister, and Giselle his twin sister.

Lovers
None as of yet, but he is 14, ya never know.

Close Friends
Just his sisters. He's never really known anyone else except the scientists that experimented on him. In a twisted way he kind of considered some of them friends or family because they were there pretty much from the day he was born.
Other

PART ONE

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"What you think of the world is wrong, it’s so much worse than that."

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{What's in a name?}
Maya Wren Gonzalez
Pronunciation: my-yah | ren | gone-zal-es |

Maya {Latin}
★This Latin name translates to “Daughter of Atlas”.

Wren {English}
★The English name comes from the name of a small songbird.

Gonzalez {Spanish}
★Comes from the name “Gonzalo” deriving from “battle”.


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"Like my face is really important in a place like this"

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{Do I look normal to you?}

{ Species }

Vartiant
★ A variant is a human being that possesses altered DNA. This modification, depending on the placement and type, gives the subject special powers/abilities. Maya’s ability is Rapid Cell Regeneration, so her healing process is faster than any average human.

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Looks matter as well.

{ Appearance }


Maya has a very average frame. She isn’t tall, but not short either. Not a soul would call her curvy, but she isn’t a stick. She’s just dreadfully average.

Maya has medium-toned brown, oval eyes. She swears that since being at EDGE, they’ve turned to more of a gold color, but that could just be her imagination.

Maya’s face is composed of soft features, her eyes standing out amongst the tanned skin she ws born with.

Maya has dark brown hair that borders on the edge of black. Her hair is naturally curly, and ends at a long length below her shoulders.

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"You’ve hardly scratched the surface, dimwit"

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{Let's focus on the basics.}

Gender: Female
Apparent Age: 18
Real Age: 18
Blood Type: O
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single

Height: Five foot six
Weight: One hundred and four pounds

Date of Birth: July 18th
Time of Birth: 6:24 PM
Place of Birth: Slum

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Distinguished Marking(s):

★ Scar
Maya has a scar on her shoulder from when she was 15. She made the mistake of trying to walk in the city alone, at night, and was attacked. She got away only when the attacker was deterred by an enemy. After going through the experiments, Maya has many more scars and marks on her skin.

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"Can you hurry up? I don’t have all day"

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{ Strengths }

★Variant Power
Maya’s power of rapid cell regeneration gives her an advantage over any human. She can heal much faster than they can, and a human never would expect her to heal as quickly as she does, so she has a certain element of surprise on her side as well.

★Protective
Maya is very protective of her younger twin siblings. She would never lie to them, and always puts their safety above their own. Every single thing that she does is for their benefit. She feels very motherly towards the two, so she doesn’t like any threats or harm coming to them. She will protect them even if it means violence.

★Kind-hearted
Maya has a natural fondness for people. She’s of course street-smart, growing up where she did, but she likes to assume that people are better than they seem. She cares fiercely for anyone that earns her trust or respect, and will make sure that person is safe, just as she does with her younger siblings.

★Brave
Maya was forced into growing up too fast. She lived in a city slum since birth, learned to deal with the various types of people in the slums, and had to make adult decisions when she was just a child. Her soul is brave and strong, and she is always able to convince herself that she isn’t afraid. Even if she is, she can mask it and put bravery on show for those around her, so at least they will feel re-assured.

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{ Weaknesses }

★Kind-hearted
Though having a kind soul is one of Maya’s strong points, it can also be her downfall. Her hope and belief in the goodness of people could easily get her into a bad situation. She doesn’t like to see the bad in people, so she covers it up and trusts a bit easily. However, if she truly makes a mistake, and finds herself or one of the twins in a bad spot, you can be sure she’ll come out kicking, screaming, and fighting whoever the idiot was that let her down.

★Fearful
Maya may show a face of pure and intelligent bravery, but on the inside, she’s absolutely terrified of the situation she and her siblings are in. She uses bravery to make sure the twins feel safe, but otherwise, uses her fear to fuel her through, working towards really not feeling the fear she hides so well.

★Inexperienced
Maya is a smart girl, but is in way over her head. She’s just broken out of a high-security lab, and is now headed toward a safe house, which she isn’t even sure exists, with two fourteen-year olds. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, and has no idea what to do. But she’ll figure it out as she goes along.



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"Just a girl? You have no idea what I’m capable of"

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{ Personality }

Impolite
"You call it rude, I call it the truth"
Maya doesn’t have a polite bone in her body. She doesn’t believe in kissing up to someone for anything, and would rather work hard to achieve things. If someone says/does something that she doesn’t like, said person will definitely know it, she is not a shy girl, at all.

Intelligent
"Would ya shut it and let me think!"
Maya is a very smart girl, though most wouldn’t agree. She has very good instincts, and goes with her gut. Her intelligence is all for the street though, since she didn’t have much time to focus in school as a child. She was always working, even when she was seven, she would run and fetch things form the market for all the rich people as soon as she got out of school, helping father with the bills.

Headstrong
"Just get out of my WAY!"
Maya is a very determined girl; she won’t let anyone stop her from doing something that could better her family. She’s not afraid to use unconventional methods, she grew up in the slums, so not exactly the most trustworthy girl. She won’t take advantage of people though, that’s one thing she’s never liked. But give her an opportunity, and shell take it, run with it, and get ‘er done.

Loving
"Aw come on now, you know I love ya"
As much as Maya loves to tease her younger siblings, both of them know that she loves them very much. Once she gives someone her trust, she can love them beyond limits, and care for them as much as possible. She’ll annoy the hell out of anyone, though, always ready with a cheesy joke/pun.

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"Yes, I like being complicated. It defers idiots like you"

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{ Likes }

✔ Dancing

✔ Music

✔ Her siblings

✔ Feeling important

✔ Horses

{ Dislikes }

✖ Lies

✖ Trickery

✖ Fatal situations

✖ Bugs. Any kind.

✖ Rich people

PART TWO

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"Papa?! Papa, what’s wrong?!"

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N A R R A T E D ★ B Y ★

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The Family History

Maya’s family has always been middle class workers, they were never rich or prideful, no matter how far back you trace the name. They are what they are, honest, hard-working people.

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The Early Years

Maya grew up in a city slum with her mother and father. She was the kind of girl that would help daddy whenever she could. She was the apple of his eye. When she was four, her mother became pregnant again, and Maya was given twin siblings, Shiloh and Giselle. Unfortunately, Mayas mother died giving birth to the two twins. Maya missed her mother dearly, but she didn’t let that taint her love for the twins, she took her mother’s spot, taking care for them as soon as she could.



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The Teenage Years

Maya lived most of her childhood in a poor home, working for everything she and her small family had. She helped her father pay the bills, and id her best to shelter the twins. When she was 14, her father fell ill. His condition started off tolerable, so he could still work and be fairly constant. But in as little as a year, his condition got even worse. He eventually was fired from his job, because he really couldn’t work, and was put into desperation. Ever since Maya was a young girl, government men had gone door to door, promising parents a better life if they let them take them. They were told that their children would participate in a study. Maya’s father was so desperate; he knew he wouldn’t be able to feed his children, to care for them as a father should. One night, when Maya was 15, he went to the men and arranged for them to take his three children the next morning. That day, Maya was terrified, she didn’t want to leave her father, or go with the strange men. They had to sedate her in order to get her into the truck. When she woke up, she was told that it was several days later, and the men, now she knew they were scientist, started to do experiments on her during the day. They would basically torture the girl, see how fast she healed. Maya was so confused, she didn’t learn until a week later that they had modified something inside of her body to make her heal faster. Once she understood, she was scared, but focused her energy on the nights, when she was allowed to be with the twins. She tried to make sure they had some light in their lives, so they wouldn’t lose hope. Ever since, Maya has been looking for a way to escape the labs that she and her siblings have been stuck in.



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The Present

Maya finally found a way, complicated, through air vents and secret passages, using the blind spots of guards and the weaknesses she knew they had, to get her family out. The escape just barely worked, and Maya cried for the first time since being taken on that night. She told the twins that they were going to a safe house, one that she’d heard about from the other variants in the labs. She knows roughly where it is, and it’s their only hope. She can’t wait to get there, and is prepared to keep the twins safe on the way.



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"What did you expect? A happy ending?"

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{Storytime is over.}

[Name]
{First} Jack
{Meaning/Origin} Jack(JAK) is of Hebrew origin and means God is gracious.
{Middle} N/A
{Meaning/Origin}
{Last} McCloud
{Meaning/Origin} McCloud(MIC-cloud) is of Scottish origin, and means Son of the ugly man.



“If only sisters were like brothers, then you wouldn't have to kill everyone that goes near them.”



[Personal]
{Age} 23
{DOB}> March 3
{Place of birth} A hospital in a small rural town.
{Gender} Male
{Sexual Preference} Hetersexual



“If you found it there then leave it there.”



[Appearance]


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{Height} 6'3"
{Weight} 185
{Hair} dark and light brown hair, medium length. He takes care of it better than most girls.
{Skin} A dark tanned skin graces this luscious body. Yeah be jealous.

“If only you could take a bullet back.”



Personality



Likes
His sister, she's his world
Beating people up just for the hell of it
Swimming, a good dip in the river is always a fun time
Arguing, he just plain enjoys it
Pie

Jack McCloud is a protective, argumentative, lovable (view spoiler)[bastard (hide spoiler)]. He loves his sister to death and would go to the ends of the earth for her, he actually enjoys when guys try to talk to his sister or take her somewhere because that gives him the chance to pound his fists into them. For the McCloud Men fighting is a sport. They enjoy the hell out of it, nothing gets them smiling like a good fight. He likes a good swim as well, taking his sister down to the crystal clear waters of the river for a while lightens both their moods.



Dislikes
Boys all over his sister
People talking about his family like they know anything about them
Drinking dirty water
Listening to others
Being told he isn't good enough

Jackie boy isn't one to listen to commands from others unless there's a very good reason for it. He doesn't appreciate others telling him or his sister what to do. In his eyes he can decide just fine for both of them. Boys hanging all over his sister gets his blood pumping, he knows that means his fists will get a good work out. He doesn't appreciate other people talking about his family, especially his baby sister. Her name had no right coming out of their mouths, neither did his family name. Unless they were close friends its in everyones best interest to not say anything about the McClouds.

“Bloods thicker than water.”



Phobia(s)
Losing his enhanced muscle
Seeing his sister tortured
Mice
Seeing other men naked
Gophers

Jack isn't one to admit it but he is scared of Mice and Gophers like its nobodies business. They both would send the poor man climbing onto a table or chair. He also doesn't like to see grown men naked, one of the reasons he's glad he never had to join the military. All those men showering together just sent shivers down his spine. A deep seated fear of his is that his sister will be tortured in front of him while he can't do anything about it. This thought sometimes sends him to his knees praying. He wouldn't be able to handle it.

Skills
He can lift 10x what an average body builder can
He's been trained in boxing
Jack knows how to make moonshine
He can work a 50 Cal. like its nobodies business
Jack is skilled at getting the ladies


“If you can't beat em join em baby.”



History



Early childhood

Jack's parents died when he was only a little boy. Him and his baby sister Ava were taken to an orphanage seeing as how none of their relatives lived anywhere
near them. Jack and Ava fit in with the other children, they tried to be happy and do what they were told. It wasn't a horrible place, but it wasn't the most fun place either.



Adolescence

The 'Agency' came through looking for variants and they found Jack and Ava. They were taken to the laboratory to be tested on. After only a few weeks Jack escaped the laboratory, he tried to bring his sister with him. It was a fail though, his sister was kept and Jack escaped with out her. He has extreme guilt issues because of it and has tried to rescue her over the past few years. Nothing seemed to work though.



Young Adult

Jack started drinking after the third failed attempt of trying to get his sister out. He began getting in trouble with his own kind even for a while. It wasn't easy for Jack to deal with the guilt and the unknown of what was going on with Ava. He started fights, stole, purposely pissed off the military. Jack never got taken back though, he always seemed to escape the situation before they could lock him up again.




Adult

Jack is getting his life on track and a plan together that involves other Variants. Jack tries not to drink as much, though his fighting is just a fun habit he can't seem to break. Ava is constantly on his mind, her young face looking at him like 'why would you leave me?' Jack tries not to think of his life without Ava because he knows he's going to get her back. He has every intention of getting his baby sister out of that hell hole before something extremely bad happens to her. Or Death.

Other

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"Don't get in my way and we won't have a problem."
{First}: Lightning

~ The name Lightning means an abrupt, discontinuous natural electric discharge in the atmosphere. Lightning is abrupt sometimes as well as cold.(view spoiler)[(I didn't finished this sentence. Awkward (hide spoiler)]
~Nickname: Light

~She only allows close friends and her family to call her this and seeing how most of them are agaisnt her now or gone, she doesn't hear it that often.
{Last}: Farron

~ The name Farron means Thunder and it originates from the Irish and English language.
{Age}: Just turned 21
{Gender}: Female
{Birthday}: Unknown
{Place of Birth}: She was made in the laboratory, taken home secretly by one of the scientists, along with her sister whom was still in development.

{Appearance}:


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{Eye Color}: Her eyes are a very shocking blue, like you can feel the ice in her stare go right into the depths of your soul, especially when she is cold to you, which is with mostly everyone.
{Hair Color}: Light's hair is light pink color, though her parents passed it off as a light light light red.
{Sexuality}: Pansexual, though she does not want a relationship at the moment. She is too busy at the moment and she feels that a relationship would get in the way.
{Height}: Lightning is a tall young women, standing at 5 feet seven inches. So she's a really tall girl.
{Style}: Light still wears her military uniform, even though that was the force that had betrayed her. It is sensible as far as movement allows and it reminds her that she has a duty to fulfill.
{Special Markings and Accessories}:
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Where her sheath is on her person.
Sheath in which she keeps her weapon.

This weapon changes from a sword to a gun.She keeps it in a holster on her person as well. This weapon was only distributed to some of the Military. (hide spoiler)]

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(view spoiler)[ Her and her sister's Variant Marking. (hide spoiler)]




||Abilities||

[origin]:The Laboratory
(is it hereditary?): Nope. She is the only one who has it.
(location of discovery): In the Military Base two days after her 21st birthday.
(initial reaction): Her reaction was at first a," What the hell?" Type deal.
[elaboration]: Her abilities were discovered when she was in the military and one day she and one of her commrades were arguing and without knowing, Lightning touched him and he fell over, electocuted.
(type of power): Electrokinesis
(specifics about power): Electokinesis is the ability in which one controls electricity with their mind.
(strength of power): They can control electricity with their mind, I wish I could do that mean the things that I would get accomplished need I say more?
(limitations): When using her power do not get in her way, because once she releases the electricity, it has a specific target and if she is not concentrating, it could hurt somebody close to her.


{Personality}:
~Independent:

Lightning has never been the type of person to rely on other people for anything. She speaks her mind and tells you the cold hard truth, even if you don't want to hear it. Lightning believes that she can do things on her own and that the weight of people not doing anything will hold her back.

~Cold and Standoffish

"Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover"

Lightning comes off to be a bit cold and she distances herself from the group. But her decisions are usually all with good reason and good judgement. Lightning does what she thinks will help the group survive and stay alive, away from the bastard that they call the President.

~Determined

"Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over"

Light is not one to give up easily. You would have to kill her first before she stopped pursuing the President for all that he has done to the Variants.

~Concentrated

If the Military taught her one thing, it was to stay focused. Losing your focus on the battlefield could be very fatal, possibly ending up in death or something worst than death, being taken captive.

{History}:
~Early Childhood

Well seeing how Light and her sister were created in the laboratory, she was born in the lab and kept there until she was one year old. At one she was taken by a nice scientist and his wife, who also took her sister as well. Her father then died when Lightning was 2, the same year that Serah was born. Her mother did the best to raise them.

~ Adolesence

It was one day during her senior year in school, that she came home one day to find that her mother had been taken to the hospital and was later pronounced dead. There was no immediate family to take care of the girls, so they were on their own. In order to take care of her sister, she had to grow up quick, meaning that she had to go get a job and barely being able to see her friends. Light's having to grow up quickly led her to be a bit more standoffish and grow into a cold tone Seeing how the Variants were a very dangerous people and seeing how she wanted to protect her little sister from them, she joined the Military.

~Early Adulthood



Lightning had been doing well in the Military, becoming the most highly decorated female in the force, being a Corps Guard Seregent. She was coming home for her birthday, being on patrol the night before her birthday.

The Afternoon of her birthday, Serah and her no good lowdown dog boyfriend Snow have some news to tell her and she takes it very badly.... To say the least.

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" You became a Variant and now you're going to marry this idiot? Do you think that I'm going to buy that? Full points for originality. But if you really are a Variant, it is my job to deal with you."

"Sis......"

"This is ridiculous, worst birthday ever."

At this point, Serah runs away in tears, seeing as her sister doesn't believe her. Her boyfriend reaches out to her, but is unable to catch her before she leaves. Snow then turns to Lightning and confronts her about it.

"Why won't you believe her?"

"Are you kidding me? She gets made a Variant and you pop the question?"

"LIGHTNING STOP IT!"

"NO YOU STOP IT. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE."

"You're shutting her out! She's your sister!"

At this point, Light turns away from Snow, clearly pissed off.

"Fine," Snow says as he walks out,"I'll do it. I'll protect her."

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Lightning lets out a frustrated sigh and begins to clean up. After a good hour of cleaning dishes, she finishes and sees Serah's gift on the table. Light is hesitant at first, but she makes a move to go open the gift. Once opened, she picks it up and opens it.


"How practical...." Is all that she can say of the beautiful knife. The news then flash onto the screen of the TV with the news caster saying,

" WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM TO PRESENT AN IMPORTANT BULLETIN. LAST NIGHT OFFICIALS CONFIRMED THAT VARIANTS HAVE ESCAPED FROM THE LABS INTO THE CITY. ACTING WITH THE AUTHORITY OF THE PRESIDENT, A STATE OF EMERGENCY HAS BEEN ISSUED. THE ENTIRE CITY WILL BE QUARANTINED IN RESPONSE TO THIS CRISIS."

"Serah, I should have listened to you...."

The Military Personnel was to return to the base and was to prepare for the mission. After her powers were discovered, she was practically chased off of the base. The President, knowing who she was and what she was worth, had taken her sister into imprisonment saying," The only way that you are going to get her back is by killing me."



"It gets personal now.

Lightning has now been the leader of a group of Variants and is working toward getting her sister back from the sick asshole called the president so that she could do the job Serah's fiance didn't do and that she, Lightning Farron, had neglected to do herself: Protect Serah.


{Areas of Strength}:
~Military Training: Due to her military training, Lightning has a lot of battle field experience, strategies and is as fit as they come. She believes that every second counts and should not be wasted.

"A Target's a Target,"

In The Military, they had no target personnel so the soldiers' go into the field blindly fighting, so she is good at adjusting quickly to enemies.
{Weaknesses}:
~ Having the Broken Relationship with her sister: Having the relationship she does with her sister, it kills her every time she thinks about it.
{Other}:



[additional details]

~Relationships:

Serah is her Sister

Snow is the to be the bastard that Light will never call her brother in law even if she was being held captive.

||Basic Details||
[name]
(first)Ezra
(middle)James
(last)Nicholson
(nicknames) Ez
[age]19
(date of birth)9/17
[gender]
(physical gender)Male
(sexuality)Straight

"Yeah, well it'd be helpful I could change what food they're serving for lunch."

||Abilities||
[origin] Laboratory
(is it hereditary?)No.
(location of discovery)Laboratory
(initial reaction) At first very shocked but quickly learned how to use it to his advantage.
[elaboration]At the age of about 9, Ezra deeply regretted not saying goodbye to his friend,Rain before she was to be moved to a higher security lab. Only hours after learning of Rain's departure he realized he never said goodbye to his childhood friend and that was when he began to travel. He changed the conversation of their last meeting and when finished, he returned to the present.
(type of power)Time Manipulation
(specifics about power)Ezra has the power of time manipulation. Once he feels any sort of regrets about something he did, he will go into a trance-like state and go back in time to the desired period and may change anything he likes. Time manipulation also gives him the ability to freeze time for small periods of time up to 1 hour.
(strength of power)He can change the course of the the future.
(limitations)Must feel regret or any other sad-ish feelings to go back in time. Time freezing he can do at will.
[additional details]His father is a well-respected scientist at the lab who always usually embarrassed himself with the things he said or did and often wished to change his actions. After he had a child, he devoted all his time and energy to giving his son the power to change his actions like he had always wanted.

"Sometimes I think, 'Crap, I shouldn't have done that' and the I realize 'Oh yeah, I can redo it.'"

||Appearance||

[hair]
(length)short
(color) brown
(style)Neatly cut, but always a little messy.
[eyes]
(color)brown
[skin]
(tone)light
[dimensions]
(height)6 foot 5 inches
(weight)212 lbs
(build)Slender, not too muscular, but surprisingly strong

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||Personality||
[commonly shown characteristics]
Ezra is one of the people who blends into the background. If it weren't for his height and abilities, he might not ever get noticed. But once someone gets to know him, they see that he is so much more. He is sweet, caring, unintentionally pretty funny and can always see the bright side of things. But if things are really looking bleak, he throws his optimism out the window and become incredibly realistic and honest, telling you what you need to hear.
(likes)
Food (particularly sweets), people who underestimate him (so he can prove them wrong), vintage or used books, listening to music, walking around a city blending in to see what it has to offer
(dislikes
Rude/mean people, dim people, his father (or other lab workers for that matter) looking at him like a dissected pig, too cold/too hot weather
(phobias)
Perpetually messing something up, changing the future drastically
(flaws)
Very rarely refuses a challenge
(habits)
Tapping his foot, telling small lies (not to friends, to lab workers), collecting photos
[mental details]
Ezra is currently sound of mind and would like to stay that way, thank you.
(intelligence quotient)129
(current state of mind)Sane
(psychological history)
Ezra realized, shortly after his first time travel experience, that his father was pretty high up in the lab worker chain, so he would constantly be guarded. But he also realized most people didn't know who he was, so he constantly sneaked out of the lab, lying if he had to.



||History||
[early life]
Doesn't remember much except for kind eyes and a lot of knives.

[adolescence]
Became very close to another girl who lived at the labs named Rain. She was special and he was not and they would constantly entertain each other with her tricks of becoming elements and his pranks he would pull on workers. When Rain was moved to a higher security lab, and Ezra discovered he was special too, his father started scanning him and constantly examining him and becoming less and less of a father. Ezra was left to turn to his mother, who loved him very much and tried to stop his father from becoming so scientific and more father-like again. It did not work.

Ezra also learned during this time, how to lie and escape the lab for a few hours and go to the city nearby. The world around them was in ruins but the city was still shining and new. He found refuge in the music of the street performers and used book shops and when he returned to the lab, he would hide his belongings in various places so no one would know about his trips. He still blended into the background and embraced it wholeheartedly.

[young adulthood]
So far, still very similar to his adolecence but has now had a few encounters with the solidiers from EDGE, he has only escaped those by traveling back in time and avoiding their presence. Ezra now faces restlessness and the need to get out of the labs for good.



||Other||
[family]
(mother)Jenny Nicholson
(father)Kent Nicholson
No siblings.

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||Basic Details||
[name]
(first)i Kendall
(middle) James
(last) Boyde
[age] 23
(date of birth) April 2nd
(location of birth) A shack in the middle of nowhere
[gender] male
(physical gender) male
(sexuality) straight

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||Abilities||

(is it hereditary?) no
(initial reaction) completely freaked out
(type of power) Precognition
(specifics about power) foresee the future
(strength of power) low medium
(limitations) na

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||Appearance||


(length) short
(color) medium brown
(style) slightly curly, mostly straight (occasionally gelled)
(color) baby blue
[skin] white
(tone) slightly tanned
(imperfections) a now healed scar running from the left side of his chest to his right hip
(height) 6 feet, 5 inches
(weight) 219 LBS.
(build) muscular, strong (Very easy to see), Big build with broad shoulders and chest

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||Personality||
[commonly shown characteristics] sarcastic, loving towards family/friends, will fight for anything, very enthusiastic if it involves someone he loves.
(likes) Drinking, hitting on girls, starting fights, figuring his way out of things.
(dislikes) Getting caught with girls he's not supposed to be with, staying still, candy, when other people try to compete with him.
(phobias) Losing someone close to him, bow and arrows, vibrant hair colors.


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||History||
[early life]
( ) Kendall's mother died during childbirth, leaving his father almost incapable of raising him. He tried his best with the new baby but the child's face was too much like his deceased wife. His father gave him up to one of Kendall's uncles, Sam. A man who was only about fitness and training incase they had to run for their life. Little did his father know that this man, the man that Kendall would call "Dad", would change his life dramatically.
[adolescence]
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[young adulthood]
( ) Young Adulthood is a time in his life that he tries to forget. Almost every night Kendall is haunted by the memory of his teenage years. When he was 14, the United Republic broke into the household while his uncle Sam was away. They tore the baseball bat that he had for defense out of his hands, almost having to sedate him to bring him back to be tested on. He was prodded and poked until he couldn't take it anymore. For two years he was stuck in the jail cell, building up enough strength and courage to break free from the government. At the age of 16, he finally got to escape. The "power" he got from becoming a Variant helped him escape, since he was now always one step ahead of them. Every night he tries to stay awake, keeping sleep off of his mind so he doesn't have to think of the past. It haunts him. Just the thought of going back does.
[adulthood]
At the age of 23, he feels that he can call himself an adult. Not many people come across his path since he broke free of the government. They're still trying to find him, he knows this. For seven years they have been tracking him down, some sort of bounty on his head. He was always known as the "rebel". His family never though he could settle down. And he still hasn't. Ever since the government took him away for 2 years, he hasn't seen a reason to. Now, he is running around free, trying to find enough food to feed him for days and then going off to find someone to stay with until he can get back on his feet. He usually only stays with a stranger of a day or two, not wanting to find anyone he'd get emotionally attached to... But he still misses his family, the love that a female companion can give him. Maybe he will stay for more than a day. Maybe he'll find somewhere he can finally call home.

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||Basic Details||
[name]
(first)Rain
(middle)34a
(last)Wilde
(nicknames) Rainy, Rainy day
[age]17
(date of birth)12/10
[gender]
(physical gender)Female
(sexuality)Straight

"You know how you can't hold water or fire in your hands for long. I'm like that. No actually, I AM that."

||Abilities||
[origin] Laboratory
(is it hereditary?)No.
(location of discovery)Laboratory
(initial reaction) Utterly satisfied.
[elaboration] A 6 year old Rain Wilde was in the testing room once again, surrounded by giant jugs of water. Wishing to slide under the door like water, she simply did and returned to her cell.
(type of power)The ability to become water, earth, fire or air.
(specifics about power) At will, Rain's molecules have the ability to imitate the structures and appearances of the aforementioned substances.
(strength of power)She can burn, drench, crush, or suffocate along with many other abilities.
(limitations)She cannot control those elements if they are around her, she can merely become part of them.

"People tell me i have a fiery personality, then I become fire and they kinda never talk to me again. "

||Appearance||

[hair]
(length)shoulder-legnth
(color) brown
(style)Messy, curly side part, perpetually wind-swept looking
[eyes]
(color)grey
[skin]
(tone)light
[dimensions]
(height)5 foot 6 inches
(weight)118 lbs
(build)Slender, not very curvy

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||Personality||
[commonly shown characteristics]
Rain wears her heart on her sleeve 24/7. You'll know if she likes you or not, if she's happy or not, and if she's changing or not. She knows she can handle herself and will go to great lengths to prove it too you. Because of the lack of love shown to her in her lifetime, she has a very hard heart and doesn't trust easily.
(likes)
Freedom, wilderness, being useful, genuine people, justice, hot chocolate (the good kind, not the watery one) and good stories.
(dislikes
Injustice, imprisonment, being used, people who underestimate her
(phobias)
Loosing her power or people she holds dear. She also fears loosing her sanity.
(flaws)
Acts, first thinks later. Incredibly impulsive.
(habits)
Sarcasm, playing around with her abilities, messing with people
[mental details]
Rain is currently sound of mind.
(intelligence quotient)137
(current state of mind)Sane



||History||
[early life]
Her earliest memories take place in a foster home. She never knew her parents and always dreamed they would come for her. They didn't
Instead, lab workers came for her and dragged her away to become the focus of one of the greatest experiments yet: becoming the elements. She was to be used as a weapon and was bred to be a solider.
[adolescence]
Rain's only child-like escape was her friend Ezra, who was very normal. She liked that. They would run around playing pranks on people and thinking of ways to see what was left of the world and she loved him like a brother. One day, she drowned two of her guards because they wouldn't let her see Ezra. She was able to see him one last time before they moved her to a much higher security laboratory.

After that, she went into a deep depression.

About three months after her arrival to the new lab, one of the inmates had escaped and this story gave her enough hope to make her start dreaming again. Shortly after, she devised a plan, carried it out, and escaped. She joined the EDGE group saying she could be of use to them with her talents and knowledge of security at the labs.

[young adulthood]
Now the solider she was always bred to be,Rain Wilde can be your best friend or your worst enemy.



||Other||
[family]
None.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ISOBEL MARIA STONEM ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Every action has a consequence, just because you're different it doesn't make you an exception"



"I have to tread carefully because I walk in the dreams of strangers"



||Basic Details||
[name]
(first) Isobel
(middle) Maria
(last) Stonem
||nicknames Izzy, Iz,
[age] 19 (but claiming to be 21)
(date of birth) 15th January
(location of birth) Unknown
[gender]
(physical gender) Female
(sexuality) Heterosexual

"I'm recklessly impulsive and largely indignant and if you can't deal with that you really don't matter to me"



"People are still stupid enough to lie to me, I was hoping you might have learnt by now"



||Abilities||
[origin] The origins of Izzy's powers are mostly unknown although it can be assumed that they were formed in a laboratory. Izzy has very little knowledge of her birth parents and it is not confirmed as to whether either of them ever possessed variant qualities.
(is it hereditary?) Possibly
(location of discovery) In the laboratory although they are developing as time goes on.
(initial reaction) Fear, amazement, shock, anger, isolation

"I never wanted to be a freak"



"Living in the future is the only way I can understand the past"

[elaboration] At the age of twelve a young Isobel found herself living within the confines of laboratories. Her days were filled with brightly coloured tubes, medicinal smells and the ever present pinch of the needle. As the months, years and time went by Isobel began to change. She began experiencing thoughts that weren't her own, her mental capabilities were expanding and changing rapidly and as was her DNA. It was the dreams and the brief flashes that first alerted her of the changes that had taken place and the variant qualities she now possessed. Her initial realisation came when she was able to use her psychological powers to draw on the energy around her, thus allowing her to force her way out of the laboratory. The day she learned of her powers was her first day of freedom.
(type of power) Manipulation of her own mind and the minds around her
(specifics about power)Izzy's variant qualities all revolve around her mind and the mental abilities she possesses. She can read minds and detect the empathy of those around her, this strengthens with touch or contact with an item. Izzy has had a large amount of experience with psychic dreams, she can't see the future clearly but she will receive weak images and riddles. She can also project her own thoughts to others with the use of touch allowing her to inflict pain as well as display images- this is one of the two ways her powers can be used offensively. Her other use is through weak telekineses though this is largely emotionally based and severely weakens her when used.
(strength of power) Izzy regards herself as a mentally strong individual, its a bit of a private joke to her as her mental strength does entail physical capabilities. Mental manipulation is a very difficult field to encapsulate, there is the possibility that she has discovered all of the capabilities of her power but also the problem that her powers may still develop and lead onto better things. The strongest aspect of her mental manipulation is the use of touch to interpret a persons feelings.
(limitations) Izzy needs to concentrate a large amount in order to access parts of her ability, while being able to read the minds of others comes easily it can sometimes be difficult to block out making her other abilities null or void. The implementation of pain against her will render her mental manipulation unusable but with pain comes heightened fear which could open the gate to the use of mental energy.
[additional details] Izzy is led to believe that her parents may have also possessed variant powers as her ability follows such a wide spectrum.





"I used to worry about what people thought of me and then....well then I just stopped caring"

"No I'm not dangerous, I'm misunderstood"

"And no I'm not being childish either....wait...you didn't say that out loud did you?....well shit..."







||Appearance||

[hair]
(length) Mid-long
(color) Chocolate brown with natural highlights
(style) Tight clothes, legs or cleavage on show
[eyes]
(color) Hazel
[skin]
(tone) Light tan
(imperfections) Isobel has her fair share of scars, some are barely visible like old needle marks and small incisions. Others are more pronounced such as the large pale line that cuts across her collarbone- a reminder of the dangers and turmoil that are present in this new world.
[dimensions]
(height) 5"7
(weight) 110lb
(build) Slender and athletic with rather shapely curves, she has something of an enviable figure and she knows it.

"It's hard to not feel good about yourself when you hear the words that men won't say out loud"






||Personality||
[commonly shown characteristics]
||Arrogance||Intelligence||Bitterness||Ambition||Daring||Persuasion||

"Oh he's your boyfriend?!...Well he's thinking about me naked"

Isobel has always held a very high opinion of herself, granted it's difficult to put yourself down when you can read the thoughts of people around you but Isobel hasn't exactly been subtle about her own self realisation. Yes she's a pretty girl but the last thing she needs is people feeding her ego and that's just what they do. To her it's not a weakness, it's a trait but its going to get her hurt. Sometimes the prettiest people are the loneliest and as time goes on Isobel is starting to realise that maybe it's time she got out of everyones head.

"Yeah I'm not just a pretty face you probably should have realised that by now"

When you can read the thoughts of the people around you, you start to pick up on things. Isobel has learnt three languages, how to hot wire a car, the capital of every country in europe and the best way to steam net curtains- granted it's not always the most useful of information but Isobel is learning and finally understanding the best way to utilise her abilities. On top of that she's quick witted and sarcastic comments are definitely her forte.

"It's people like you that make me wish I had more middle fingers"

One of Izzy's issues is her attitude, it stems back to abandonment issues and a bitter resentment towards anyone who actually has some sort of family. The fact of the matter is she's lonely. Isobel craves company but seldom gets it apart from in the forms of the few lowly men that stumble across the bar where she works. Her bitterness has made her hardy and there's something of a malicious streak in there too. She's not one to get on the bad side of.

"I've always felt that there should be more to life than simply existing, I don't want to exist. I want to live."

Despite having a decidedly awful upbringing Izzy knows that she wants to make something of the life she's been given. She hopes to find her birth parents, find out if she has any siblings and walk among the greats. Trouble is when you combine arrogance with intelligence you tend to receive power hungry. It's a dangerous combination and though her life appears quiet and uneventful for now she's a girl with high hopes and big plans.

"What's the matter? You never tried to fly before!?"

There is a very fine line between bravery and stupidity and Isobel has walked those lines more than once. She's a little mouth and won't back down from a fight which often gets her into trouble. Izzy will fight for what she believes in and would be fiercely loyal if she liked anyone enough to team up with them. Part of her wants to join the ranks of the other variants but the other part of her is happy just being brave on her own.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, I can grab your hand and make you think about coming to bed with me....or you can just come to bed with me? What do ya think?"

Having powers allows Isobel to certainly exploit a fair few people, but she doesn't need mental manipulation to get what she wants. Her powers are merely suggestive, it's her attitude and body language that allow for her to be persuasive and she certainly knows how best to use it. Izzy is something of a dangerous person even without the variant qualities intact.





(likes)
♛ Alcohol
♛ Danger/Thrills
♛ People who can keep up with her
♛ Desert
♛ Men with beards
♛ Good conversation

Isobel is very much a fun loving girl, the world turned to shit yes but that doesn't mean she can't drink dance and have a damn good time. She enjoys staying out late, trying new things and putting herself in danger for kicks. Isobel doesn't need men but she enjoys their company, she's not the type of girl that needs looking after but it's nice to pretend and in all honesty as feisty as she is she lacks physical strength

(dislikes)
♛ Cats
♛ Teenage boys
♛ People who can't dance
♛ Men who think they can get the better of her
♛ Men who ignore her
♛ Kitten heels

Every inch a girl who knows what she wants and likes Isobel is certainly sure of what she dislikes. Teenage guys are definitely a big one, she doesn't want a boy- boys are childish, sex driven and don't know how to have fun...men however... aside from that she has a mild dislike for anything remotely cat related i.e cats, kittens and kitten heels.

"Sorry your name is Kat?..We can't be friends"

A CONTINUATION...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ISOBEL MARIA STONEM ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"I don't know, I mean if I knew how my life was back then maybe I'd care. The fact is I can't miss what I never had."



(phobias)
❧ Small spaces
❧ Being permanently alone

Her fears are part of the reason that Isobel is so curious about her start in life. Her claustrophobia stems from what she believes to be a memory she blocked out, being unable to access a certain aspect of her mental threshold is deeply frustrating and she hates it almost as much as the fear itself.

(habits)
❧ Being blunt
❧ Biting her lip
❧ Losing concentration
❧ Hanging on peoples thoughts

Izzy doesn't mean to be so blunt but she'll certainly tell you how it is. Not one for wanting to hear every single detail she's very much the type to listen but not take everything in...or rather rudely stop you if she doesn't actually care. Being in the minds of others 24/7 can be quite the headache so she often slips into a state of ignorance in order to block out what she doesn't wish to hear. Nerves and telling lies cause the lip biting but it's mostly just a stress relief thing.

"Okay geeze I didn't ask for your life story"



[mental details] She's pretty sane though being in others heads all day can get frustrating, she'll occasionally be overly emotional but she's pretty okay up top.
(intelligence quotient) 127
(current state of mind) Reasonably sane
(psychological history) Unanswerable, she never got to know her parents



"Imagine how much my life would suck if I couldn't cheat at card games or play tricks on dumb guys"



||History||

"I don't remember much about my childhood, it's who I am now that's important."

Isobel knows very little about her true family and really her identity. She never met her parents but what she doesn't know and what she intends to find out is who they are, are they still alive and are they variants like her. Isobel's upbringing was not a brilliant one, she has blocked out much of her childhood which was spent scavenging the streets roaming with gangs of impoverish humans and avoiding the military at all costs. Even without being able to access her powers being a street urchin wasn't exactly a welcome presence in the city. Isobel was a quick learner and she understood the best ways to steal food and could almost sense when the guards would be nearby- perhaps an indication of what was to come. When she was nine however she was taken in by the facility and turned into something of a lab rat. It was an awful experience but she received three meals a day and a bed to sleep in which was more than she had ever had before.

"I'm afraid of the dark but I don't know why."

Adolescence was generally an awkward phase for Isobel, she was clumsy, unsure of herself, deadly quiet and with so many thoughts beginning to make an appearance in her head she all but shut up completely. It was only as her powers developed and she saw the strength that she possessed that Isobel grew in confidence. It was then that she was able to escape the facility after a particularly painful treatment which left her fearing for her life. Isobel fled to the city, once again joining a gang of rogue children some who like herself had experience of the variant kind though Isobel never revealed her true powers. As she matured Isobel left the group and became something of a freelancer, moving from place to place to work. At the age of eighteen she managed to get a job at one of the dive bars in a particularly rough area and has been working there ever since.

"So what I grew a pair of tits and now you want to talk to me? Yeah I don't think so"

Isobel hasn't exactly had a great few years of young adulthood, she's gotten into a couple of fights, one complete bust up and had to deal with more than a few punters who have left her sobbing in the bathroom at the end of the night. Still she's a hardy person and as her skills and abilities continue to flourish she's finally beginning to see her place in the world. Isobel only hopes to continue to survive as she does only with the added extra of knowing where she belongs and where she actually came from.

"I'm not afraid of what I can do, I'm afraid of what I can't do"











"It's guys like you that will regret ever crossing paths with a girl like me"

||Other||
[family]
(mother) unknown
(father) unknown
siblings unknown



"If I get through it without hearing something gross, smashing glasses or accidentally killing you then it was probably a pretty good day"

❝Why can't I? I swear, it was nothing...legal.❞


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||Basic Details||

[name]

(first) Avalon
{AV-ə-lahn} 
From the name of the island paradise to which King Arthur was brought after his death. The name of this island is perhaps related to Welsh afal meaning "apple", a fruit which was often linked with paradise.

(middle) Sara
{SER-ə}
Means "lady" or "princess" in Hebrew. This is the name of the wife of Abraham in the Old Testament. She became the mother of Isaac at the age of 90. Her name was originally Sarai, but God changed it).

(last) McCloud

The name McCloud is a Scottish baby name. In Scottish the meaning of the name McCloud is: Son of the ugly man. People with this name have a deep inner desire to serve humanity and to give to others by sharing money, knowledge and experience, or creative and artistic ability. People with this name are competent, practical, and often obtain great power and wealth. They tend to be successful in business and commercial affairs, and are able to achieve great material dreams. Because they often focus so strongly on business and achievement, they may neglect their private lives and relationships.

||nicknames Ava

[age] fifteen years of age
(date of birth) June seventh, two thousand thirteen.
(location of birth) A hospital in the United Republic.

[gender]

(physical gender) Female
(sexuality) Heterosexual

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||Abilities||

[origin]
(is it hereditary?) Yes, as her brother and parents had abilities.
(location of discovery) Her bedroom, when she was four.

(initial reaction) Amazement, but she scared the hell out of her parents.

[elaboration]
(type of power) Mental/Psychological

(specifics about power) Ava has the ability to manipulate minds and what goes on in them. She can "push" new memories or erase some completely. In addition, she can give orders or "suggest" things that the victim would do.

(strength of power) Avalon's power is strong enough to slightly manipulate her brother, and some weak guards. She's easily neutralized, though, and can't get past mind blocks or power-neutralizing rooms.

(limitations) See sentence 2 of Strength Of Power.

[additional details]

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||Appearance||



[hair]

(length) Ava's hair is short and choppy, cut just below her chin. It's usually long enough to pull into a small ponytail.
(color) Her hair is blonde, sandy blonde, but it does have lighter bits in it.
(style) Ava typically pulls her hair back, so that it doesn't get in her way.

[eyes]

(color) A grey-brown, matching the ends of her hair.

[skin]

(tone) Pale, from being stuck in EDGE.
(imperfections) None, her skin is basically flawless, with the exception of small scars here and there, and puncture holes.

[dimensions]

(height) 5'5"
(weight) 125
(build) Slender, but muscular as well.

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||Personality||


[commonly shown characteristics]
(likes)

✔ Her brother, Jack.
✔ Being in control, and using her powers.
✔ Her recklessness.

(dislikes)

✘ Guards.
✘ The orphanage she grew up in.
✘ The color white.

(phobias)

Needles
This originates from the EDGE labs. She's tested on hourly, and her skin is tender and usually bruised.
Claustrophobia and the dark
This is caused by the EDGE labs, and her cell. It's barely big enough to lay down in, and was pitch black so she can't see a thing.

(flaws)

» Recklessness

» Stubborness

(habits)
--Nail biting

[mental details]

(intelligence quotient)
Ava is quite intelligent, but chooses to override intelligence and reason with instinct.

(current state of mind)
Ava is a bit frazzled, to be honest. She loves her brother, and is scared to be tested on day after day.

(psychological history)
She suffers PTSD from her experiences in the labs, and is terrified of the things she endures there.
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||History||

[early life]

( As a young child, Avalon was a feisty little one. She was always doing the things the other girls wouldn't, and when her parents died and her and her brother, Jack, were sent to an orphanage, she would wreak havoc. The girl would set fire to the food, pull pranks on everyone living there, and cause Jack grief. Her life changed, however, when EDGE came one day to the orphanage. They took her and her brother, but Jack managed to escape leaving Ava to her own devices. )

[adolescence]

(Even though Ava is still in her early teens, she still had to grow up fast. Living the life she had as a young child took its toll, and Avalon will forever be warned. She still is trapped in the labs, and misses her brother dearly. )

[young adulthood]
(if applicable. )

[adulthood]
(if applicable.)

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||Other||

[family]
(mother) Unknown variant.
(father) Unknown human.

(siblings) Jack McCloud

(my fav gif of her--
)

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"Mind if I take that?"
{First}: Rikku
~: Rikku means shore, land, or agony of separation. I wonder which one it is
~Nickname: Ri
~: This was Rikku's nickname when her mother was alive and her father Cid still calls her that until they were seperated.
{Middle}: No middle name Available
{Last}: No last name Available
{Age}: 17
{Gender}: Female
{Place of Birth}: In the labs.


{Appearance}:





{Eye Color}: Rikku's eyes are a green, but the pupil is swirled. Scientists are perplexed by the condition. This trait shows up in all of those close to Rikku.
{Hair Color}: Blonde with Brown Highlights. Rikku's hair is very long and braided, adorned with beads also occasionally tied down with a blue bandana:
{Sexuality}: Pansexual
{Height}: Rikku stands at five feet two inches a "fun" size indeed.
{Style}: Rikku likes to keep it simple. So she only has three things that she wears. The Military uniforms that she has stolen and her regular two outfits:
Regular outfit # 1:



Regular Outfit # 2


{Special Markings and Accessories}:
Her weapons include a variety of claws that she has invented for herself and a couple of others in the camp and two strangely shaped daggers


||Abilities||
[origin]: Her parents.
(is it hereditary?):Yes it is. Her brother appropriately named Brother and her father Cid have the same ability as her.
(location of discovery): The Labs.
(initial reaction): Exact words,"Neato! I can finally do more with technology and Machines!"
[elaboration]: Ever since she could walk, she could put machine parts together. Now with her Technokinesis she can do so much more.
(type of power): Technokinesis
(specifics about power): Technokinesis or Tecnopathy is where the bond between the user and machines is increased and developed so well, the user can actually work through the machines by psychically animating them or controlling them like puppets. Certain aspects, because indeed most machines today are run by electricity, of the technokinetic talent may involve necessary electrokinetic assistance. Technokinesis is also known as Technology Manipulation or Technopath. Some Technokinetics may use hands to manipulate technology or just stare at it.
(view spoiler)[ The power to manipulate technology, This ability can be manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation which allows telekinetic interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows for mental interface with computer data.

Users when experienced enough can interpret and generate electronic signals, control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programing at the call of the user's will, operate most technology just by touching or looking. This could possibily be a variation on Electrokinesis due to the fact the user controls specific electricity molecules and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts. (hide spoiler)]
(strength of power): Her powers are very useful.Rikku can make inanimate objects move even if they have a little bit of technology inside of them.
(limitations):Rikku actually has to be in front of or within a 3 mile radius of the piece of technology that she wants to control. She also has to know, in specifics, the type of software, devices,or type of ware used to make the piece of technology.




{Personality}:


~Happy:
Rikku is one of those people who is happy all of the time. You never see her without a smile on her face and she is always ready to make someone feel better.
~Friendly:
Rikku is a very friendly person, therefore she has a lot of friends. She would do anything for her friends and Rikku loves her friends unconditionally, until they cross her.
~ Truthful:
Rikku will always tell you the truth. No matter how much it hurts, but she will try to soften the blow as much as she can.

~Tends to cause chaos:
This girl tends to cause chaos, even though her motives seem innocent. Just something that she runs into from time to time.

{Phobias}
"“I wanna go home! I hate lightning! I hate thunder!”

~The Only Phobias Rikku has is Astraphobia, Astrapophobia,Ceraunophobia or Keraunophobia. Though all of these words only mean one thing: Fear of thunder and lightning.Rikku hates lightning and thunder for the simple reason is that she hates the sound.
She also has Ophidiophobia, the abnormal fear of snakes.





{History}:


~{Early Life} :
Rikku was born to a family of three. Her mother, her name unknown, died when she was younger. Her brother named Brother and father named Cid were always working in the labs and they started teaching Rikku how to build, operate and fix machines from a young age.

{Adolescence} :
During her young years, she spent most of her time building new things and creating more and more things. Her father, brother and her had also started to speak a new language that they had created called Al Bhed. Some of the other Variants started picking up on it and it has become useful in concealing battle plans, break ins and more of the secret plans.

~ The Escape and The Seperation
Rikku and her brother and father had planned an escape with a couple of other Variants. When they thought it was the perfect time, they put the plan in motion, not knowing that The Evil Overlord President had beefed up security that night. Everybody ended up escaping, though they were all separated, Rikku being the only one to make it to the Variant Camp. Her Brother and Father made it out of the country, to Egypt for an excavation and they started building machines out there.

~ Early Adulthood
Seeing how Rikku is still 17, this part cannot really be filled out as of yet. All there is to put is that she has become a Head of Science at The Variant Camp and that she is doing very well.



{Areas of Strength}:
~Thievery:
Rikku learned slight of hand and how to steal when she was young all by herself. She would steal extra food rations without a trace. Most of the parts that they have in the labs are a result of her stealing.
{Weaknesses}:
~Not being able to protect people:
Rikku will go out of her way to protect the people she is really close to. She would even give her own life to save somebody who meant a lot to her.
{Other}:
Don't get on her bad side and she won't get snarky. There was only one person who did and they are not here to tell the tale.

This Form is Partially Inspired By Cam and is brought to you by Anahi.

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"I love you."


{First}: Rebecca
~Nickname: Becky
{Age}: 8
{Gender}: Female




"This is my Mom."

Becky is very attached to some people in the camp, especially to Lucinda and her other "brothers and sisters".

Disclaimer: This section will be filled out when she is fully realized.
(view spoiler)[ ||Abilities||
[origin]
(is it hereditary?)
(location of discovery)
(initial reaction)
[elaboration]
(type of power)
(specifics about power)
(strength of power)
(limitations)
[additional details] (hide spoiler)]

{Appearance}:
Face Claim: Aryana Engineer




{Eye Color}: Light Hazel mixed in with green.
{Hair Color}: Honey Brown
{Height}: Four feet (4')
{Style}: What ever Lucinda picks out for her, which is usually something really cute.



{Personality}:
~Smiley
Becky is very smiley. She is always seen with a smile on her face and she loves to laugh.
~Sweet
Becky is really sweet and she cares about everybody. She can never ever get mad at anybody and she is friendly to all.
~ Full of Love
Becky loves everybody. She doesn't know who is bad and who is good, all she knows that is that people are people, no matter what their intentions are.



Something You should Know is that Becky is deaf. She uses sign language and she uses her voice to communicate. Some people can speak sign language but Becky can also read lips.






{History}:
"My mom Lucy is beyond compare."

Seeing how Becky is still young there isn't much to put here.

Becky was born in the labs and taken to the Camp at the age of 5. She has stuck around Lucinda as she is the only motherly figure she has known in her life. Becky is the youngest out of all of the kids that Lucinda looks after, so all of the older kids feel a responsibility to protect and take care of her.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ELLIE MAE HART ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Look don't mess with me, I know how to take care of myself"



"I'm not a kid, you can't tell me what to do "



||Basic Details||
[name]
(first) Ellie (previously Elodie)
(middle) Mae
(last) Hart
||nicknames Ellie
[age] 15
(date of birth) 14th October
(location of birth) Family home, hidden in the Inner city
[gender]
(physical gender) Female
(sexuality) Heterosexual

"I travel alone for a reason"



"Take another step bucky and I'll shoot you between the eyes"



||Abilities||
[origin] Ellie inherited her abilities from her parents, her mother was a shape changer and her father had the ability to form forcefields. These powers manifested in Ellie's own ability to walk through walls and move without being detected.
(is it hereditary?) Yes
(location of discovery) At home from a young age
(initial reaction) Fear, amazement, shock, isolation, curiosity

"Oh come on man that's just wrong"



"Dude! No way! Get out of here!"

[elaboration] Ellie's main power is phasing, she possesses the ability to move through matter at will be it walls, buildings or even the floor. She can also phase through organic matter but only if she concentrates very hard. As well as this Ellie is able to effectively make herself blend with the backgrounds around her, it is not invisibility so much but in a dark room or dim light it can make her almost impossible to spot. Accompanying this Ellie is also capable of moving silently as she can part way phase her feet through the floor to reduce the sound.
(type of power) Phasing (Physical)
(specifics about power) Ellie can effectively turn her power on and off at will, she could walk down a crowded street without walking through everyone for example and can also make herself appear solid or almost transparent at will. Her power requires little mental preparation and is all based on physiology.
(strength of power) Ellie's power is only as strong as she is at the time or her opponent. She has the potential to be very strong but it depends on how she feels and how she reacts to a situation.
(limitations) If I Ellie finds herself immobilised or if an attacker gets their hands around her neck her body goes into panic mode and she finds herself unable to phase effectively.
[additional details] Ellie doesn't always use her ability for the best reasons she's a bit of wild child and often steals when she can





||Appearance||

[hair]
(length) Just past shoulder length
(color) Sandy brown
(style) Baggy clothes, jumpers, jeans and sneakers
[eyes]
(color) blue/green
[skin]
(tone) Light tan
(imperfections) A few old scars and freckles
[dimensions]
(height) 5"4
(weight) 105lb
(build) Slender

"There's no point being pretty when the world looks like this"





||Personality||
[commonly shown characteristics]
||Impulsive||Clever||Rude||Fearless||Kick-ass||Temperamental||

"It honestly seemed like a good idea at the time... "

Ellie has a tendency to act before she thinks, she acts primarily on instinct and puts the concept of a thought out plan second. She's strong-willed and will charge right into any situation without thinking about it too much, she's an actions first and consequences later kind of girl. Ellie is rash and a little quick with her actions, it is perhaps a flaw in her personality but also adds to the certain charm she has. Ellie's impulsive nature gives the illusion that she needs someone to look after her but she would disagree.

"Keep your head down and turn the lights off, I'm not dying today"

Ellie has a certain intelligence to her, she read a lot growing up and also has a large amount of street smarts. She knows the best ways around the city and how to avoid getting caught by edge agents. Aside from this she has a smart mouth and a quick tongue, though her words are often vulgar she's quick-witted and her smart-assed phrases can get her into trouble. She has a capable general knowledge and knows how to live on her own despite the dangers around the city.

"Hey jerk ass that's mine!"

She has something of a potty mouth and if she's not spouting out vulgar words or insulting people she's generally just being rude inside her head. Ellie likes to speak her mind and if someone is getting on her nerves then she'll always have something to say about it. She says what she's thinking nearly all the time and has a habit of speaking before thinking which often gets her into trouble. Though she may not always be able to hold her own in a physical fight Ellie can definitely give someone one hell of a tongue-lashing in a verbal one.

"Just breathe…breathe, it's fine I've got this."

Ellie knows how to look after herself, a combination of her intelligence, rash nature and bravery allows her to defend herself. Some might say she's fearless and they're probably right. Her ability to act before she thinks enables her to not worry about her own safety and she will always get others out of danger before herself. She's loyal and her courageous nature allows her to act in a brave and self-less way.

"Oh buddy you messed with the wrong teenager"

Ellie learnt to fend for herself at a young age and she's certainly a handful, she doesn't like to take orders from anyone and she has a habit of getting into fights a lot. She's pretty deadly for a fifteen year old and she fights dirty. Ellie always carries a penknife on her and knows how to use it. She's quite a good opponent in a fight and can definitely hold her own even against a much bigger opponent. Ellie is capable of seeing the weaknesses in people and exploiting them to her best advantage.

"Wha-!? No wait! Oh you motherfucker!"

Although she can be friendly and nice when she wants to be she has a habit of switching very quickly if people annoy her or do her any wrong. Ellie's strong willed and her bark is almost as bad as her bite. She's a bit of a hot-head and her temper will come out if people attack her personally or anyone she's friends with. Ellie doesn't always mean it and will often apologise later for her temper however it is a trait of hers and it can't be helped.





(likes)
♛ Fighting
♛ Dogs
♛ Food
♛ Being outside
♛ Stealing

(dislikes/fears)
♛ Men
♛ Gangs
♛ Water (she can't swim)
♛ Guns
♛ Loud noises



||History||

"Growing up was the best part of my life, it's just a memory now"

Ellie had a seemingly normal childhood, growing up a variant made things difficult but her parents kept their precious daughter hidden along with their own abilities. She was always a bit of a hell raiser and often ran riot in the slums and the local village, throwing stones at windows and chasing livestock. Ellie learnt very quickly the way of life that became the norm for variant children and found that she often had to stay hidden during the evenings or late at night. It was one night that the edge soldiers came for her family. Ellie's parents fought the soldiers and begged their daughters to flee. Her mother just had time to tell Ellie one thing before the soldiers broke down the door, that Ellie should head to the city and search for a woman named Isobel.. A strong variant and Ellie's half sister. It was a secret that had never been revealed to the young girl and Ellie didn't know what to think, her mother thrust a small locket with a picture of a dark haired girl in it into Ellie's hand, along with a small leather bound journal and made her promise to run. She hesitated at first but finally gave in phasing through the wall of the house and then blended into the darkness leaving her family behind. She heard the shots ring out back at her home as she fled to the forests, almost invisible phased against the trees. Ellie spent the next few years alone as she grew into a teenager, living in the streets of the inner city and moving from hostel to hostel as and when she could, she searched for the girl named Isobel but never found her. It was when she was twelve that Ellie came face to face with the edge soldiers again, she ran from them and was heavily pursued. They cornered her and she fought, one of them managed to get a hand around her neck and left completely immobilised in panic Ellie found she could no longer phase. They brought her into the facility.

"No walls will hold me"

Ellie remained in the facility until she was fourteen, one night when a guard brought some food in Ellie stabbed him in the eye with a plastic knife and fled down the halls, once outside the cells Ellie found that her powers were once again accessible she phased through the wall fleeing back to the city. She's remained there ever since stealing at the markets or running with gangs of street urchins, it's not the best life but Ellie's hoping she can simply find a way to exist where life isn't quite so hard…..she's almost given up hope of ever coming across the half-sibling her mother spoke of but hopes to one day find her so she can be reunited with someone that understands her.

||Other||
[family]
(mother) deceased
(father) deceased
siblings an older sister, Isobel alive but unknowing.

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This Form is hereby dubbed as a Tribute to Moms Everywhere, including our own Badass Internet Mums. <3




"I'm a Mom. Moms are tough."
{First}: Lucinda
~The Name Lucinda means Light. This women is very bright, intelligent and always with a smile on her face and love in her heart.
~Nickname: Lu, Lucy, Momma, Momma Lu, Mom, Mommy, Ma.
{Middle}:Ambika
~ Ambika means is a name is of Sanskrit origin, and the meaning of Ambika is "mother".
{Last}: Purefoy
~The meaning of this name is unknown.
{Age}: Just turned 36 years old.
{Gender}: Female



✿{Additional Details}✿:
✿Birthdate: February 2nd
✿Lucky Number: Number six (6)
৳The Following Information is based off of Celtic Tree Astrology.
✿Stone: Peridot
(view spoiler)[ Born from volcanic action and in Greek meanss “giving plenty”. The peridot symbolizes expression and persuasiveness and in ancient times was used to ward off evil.

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✿Animal: Crane
(view spoiler)[Crane People are very secretive; they have a thirst for knowledge and are affluent in many eccentric subjects. Cranes often appear to be gregarious but are actually quite shy on the inside. They are patient people with a sense of evolving spirituality. Cranes are unusually talented and intellectual people with many specialist skills they can be extremely tolerant and have a healthy outlook on life. Cranes love to travel into the realms of the unknown and like the thought of magic and spirituality as their spirit is forever evolving. The Dragon is also associated with this month and symbolises inspiration and imagination.
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✿ Moon:Rowan Moon
(view spoiler)[ According to Celtic Astrology you were born under the Rowan moon, the second month in the Celtic calendar. Rowans were planted near doors and gates to ward off evil and are believed to safeguard the gateway to the spirit world.

The Rowan Tree is known as the Tree of Sensitivity and has a reputation for protecting those it surrounds from the lure of the evil eye so that their spirit may roam free in the light of love…it is said to represent poetic inspiration, is a tree of life and said to be a guardian of the home.

This is a time for focusing on how you are going to reap what you sew in the coming year, a time for forethought on how your dreams can be achieved. You are a mysterious and wonderful person who likes nothing more than to appease those close to your heart; you have the ability to make others see how wonderful this world really is. Your calling in life is to develop your magical and spiritual side, for the purpose of helping all that you can. It is said that Rowans need an outlet for their powerful, imaginary mind else thay may become restless and argumentative. (hide spoiler)]
✿ Tree: Cyprus Tree
(view spoiler)[ The Cyprus Tree resembles Faithfullness. Characteristics of people who descend from the Cyprus Tree include:
Strong, muscular, adaptable, takes what life has to give, happy content, optimistic, needs enough money and acknowledgement, hates loneliness, passionate lover which cannot be satisfied, faithful, quick-tempered, unruly, pedantic and careless. (hide spoiler)]



(view spoiler)[ ||Abilities||

(is it hereditary?) No, she is the only one who has it in the whole camp.
(location of discovery):The Labs
(initial reaction)"What the hell is wrong with me? Why is this happening to me?"
(type of power): Atomikinesis
(specifics about power):The ability to mentally manipulate changes in the weather, up to and including the bringing or banishing of pressure systems, clouds, rain, storms, hurricanes, and torna­does.
(strength of power): Lucinda's power is very strong, seeing how she can control the weather systems whenever she wants to.
(limitations): Lucinda, in order to change the weather, has to have the details down to the microscopic levels. Such as she has to have a time period, what type of weather she has to create ect.
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{Appearance}:







{Eye Color}: Brown
{Hair Color}: Brown
{Sexuality}: Pan-sexual. Lucinda believes that love is love and that it doesn't matter who it comes from. Lucinda also believes that true love is something that happens and is not forced She'll be happy whether she ends up with a man or a woman
{Height}: 5' 7"
{Style}: Anything that is comfortable, which is usually a t-shirt, jeans and some type of boots
{Special Markings and Accessories}:
Lucinda has three tattoos, two that are of leaves one that is on the back of her neck and one that is on the right side of her back and another of a dream catcher that trails down her back.







{Personality}:
"She kisses my boo-boos, she braids my hair. We love you mothers everywhere."
ღCaring and Warm
Lucinda has a really big heart and she cares for everybody's well being. Lucinda makes sure that people are taken care of, just the way she was taught one could guess.
ღProtective

Lucinda is very protective of all of the people she loves, especially her children.
ღIntuitive
Lucinda knows when something is up and always asks what is wrong and what is the matter. One could says that she has developed that maternal instinct.
(likes)
♡ Her children that she has to take care of. She loves them to pieces and Lucinda would protect them, even if it meant giving her life for them.
♡ Rain

♡ Baking

♡ Cooking

(dislikes)
✖ Uncleanness. Anything that is unclean it bothers her a lot.
✖ Rudeness. She hates rude people and she really believes in the golden rule "Treat People the way you want to be treated."
✖Threatening anybody that she is close to.

Just don't do it, threaten anybody that Lucinda loves and you will regret it.
(phobias):
☠ Atychiphobia- The Fear of Failure
Lucinda feels like if she ever failed her children or anybody, that she wouldn't be able to live with herself, especially if she put them in mortal danger.
(intelligence quotient):
Lucinda is very intelligent, knowing four languages, including sign language. She loves to learn new things even though she is out of school and has been for a long time. Lucinda has always had a curious curve, she must have picked that up from her father, always wanting to know more about a subject.



{History}:
ஐ Early Life
Lucinda was adopted, in one of the most coldest places in the world Canada, to one of the most powerful couples in Canada. Her mother was one of the shareholders of one of the most syrup companies, her father a really accomplished scientist. Lucinda's parents loved her with all their hearts and she loved them too. Lucinda never wanted for anything, seeing how privileged she was. Lucinda, when her birthday came around, always asked for something practical, like new books, new log books, stuff of that nature. Lucinda also used to watch her mother work around the kitchen, and when she was of an appropriate age, helped her and also picking up on her culinary skills.

ஐAdolesence
At the age of 8, her family decided to sell their house and move to The United States because her father got a job working in the labs. Lucinda wasn't really excited to move, because she would miss her friends, but then again she was really excited because there would be new surroundings and new people to meet.

At the age of of 11, destruction struck in the Purefoy household. Her father was brutally murdered and her mother disappeared with out a trace.She was orphaned and she had to grow up quickly, doing more for herself. The people at the Laboratory were really nice to her, taking care of her. She had also grown close to some of the experiments that they were doing, looking over them.

One day when Lucinda was 13, she was going to the labs to go and see if there was anything she could do around there to earn her keep, when a vial of a certain serum was dropped, releasing it into the air. While everybody else was properly protected, Lucinda had a reaction to it, the serum giving her the abilities she has now.

ஐ Adulthood
When Lucinda turned 20, she adopted some of the kids that were developing in the lab. Everytime she would come to the lab she would spend time with them and soon enough, she adopted all of them, four girls and one boy. They got to go home with her once a week, The Head Scientist had to pull some serious strings in order for her just to have one day with them at home.

Lucinda found out her powers in The Labs when it was a hot day in the Labs and she thought a little bit of cooling rain and wind would be nice. It ended up raining a little on the inside and becoming freezing cold as well. One of the Professors saw this and tested her DNA, the test coming back positive for a Variant.

Lucinda was then thrown into different experiments and such and she now hates getting stuck with needles with a passion that burns as bright as ten million suns.


Six years past and Lucinda had gotten tired of all the poking and prodding, she thought the environment not suitable for her kids. It was one night in The Labs that people had planned to escape. Lucinda had thought the plan was risky, but she didn't want her kids growing up in the Labs, so she took the risk, gathered her kids and escaped.

They were on the run for three years, nearly being captured by EDGE before they had located the Variant Camp. Now they live safely in the Camp, for now.

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➥ Part One

❝People tend to stay way from me, there's the issue of being a misfit, that and the raging older brother❞

------------------------ƒace claim •britt robertson•--------------------------



❝I'm not a child anymore, the over protective brother act is starting to grate on me❞

✥ ||Etymology|| ✥
[name]
(first) Anneliese
☛ /a-nə-LEES/ (English Pronunciation) In German, the name Anneliese means- Derived from a compound of Anna (grace) and Liesa, which is a German diminutive of Elizabeth (God is bountiful).. Other origins for the name Anneliese include - German, Greek, Hebrew.The name Anneliese is most often used as a girl name or female name.
(middle) Marie
☛/mah-REE/(English Pronunciation) French cognate of Mary, which is derived from the Hebrew Miryām, a name of debated meaning. Many believe it to mean "sea of bitterness" or "sea of sorrow." However, some sources cite the alternative definitions of "rebellion," "wished-for child," and "mistress or lady of the sea." The name is borne in the Bible by the mother of Jesus, the son of God.
(last) Durrant
☛/dur-RA-nt/(English Pronunciation) This name is of Norman origin, introduced into England after the Conquest of 1066 as the personal name "Durant", it is recorded in the Domesday Book of 1086 as "Durandus", and derives from the Olde French "durant" meaning "enduring", from "durer", to endure, last, itself from the Latin "durus", hard, firm.
✦||nicknamesAnna, Annie,

❝Ah...awkward I thought you were gonna say something important❞





✥ ||Basic Details|| ✥
[age] 17
(date of birth) July 27th
⊰Zodiac sign⊱♌ Leo
☛ Leo is the lion, this well suited symbol represents Leo very well. They possess a kingdom which they protest and cherish. The are high esteemed, honorable and very devoted to themselves in particular! The kingdom could be anything from work to home to a partner, whatever it is, you rule it. Leo is always center stage and full of flair, they enjoy basking in the spotlight. A Leo always makes their presence known. Leo are full of energy that acts like a magnet for other people. Others are attracted to Leo's wit, charm, and what they have to say for they speak of things grand and very interesting. Leo will never settle for second best. They want only the best which can cause lavish excessive spending habits as they enjoy their life of luxury, which is all to easily justified by the grand and magnificent Leo! Public image is very important to Leo, with luxurious possessions and ways of life, this keeps the public image in high standing. They will do whatever it takes to protect their own reputation. Leos are very generous, kind and openhearted people. If a Leo is crossed, they will strike back with force but they are not one to hold a grudge, they easily forgive, forget and move on. Leos are always trying to make things right in the world, they have larger then life emotions and they need to feel like they have accomplished something at the end of the day. They react to situations with action instead of sitting back and thinking about it, they are not impulsive however because they look at the future and consider consequences of their actions.
⊰Birth stone⊱ Ruby
(location of birth) Charlston, South Carolina
⊰Nationality⊱ American
⊰Ethnicity⊱ American, French, Irish
[gender] ♀female
(physical gender)Feminine ❧ Female
(sexuality) Straight
⊰Relationship Status⊱ Single





❝I heard they used to have curling irons, lucky sons of bitches❞

✥ ||Appearance|| ✥
⊰Description⊱ Anna is classically attractive with features that were sought after in the late 2000's. She has a small face with rather full pink lips, angular cheekbones and elegantly arched eyebrows. Her pet hate is her nose, she thinks it's a little too big but can easily draw attention from it with a bright smile, it gives her an excuse to smile more too. She has naturally pink cheeks which nearly always have colour on them despite her best efforts. They can go from light pink to flame red if she finds herself upset or embarrassed. Her hair is her most striking features, a natural light blonde that falls in steady curls around her shoulders. Anna can enhance the look of her hair by braiding it or leaving it tied up whilst she sleeps.

Physically Anna is very slight in stature, she is quite slender but has ample curves and though she appears short in comparison to Ben when stood alone she actually stands quite tall above others. She has a natural tan that goes from a light colour to an almost golden bronze in the summer months, her face tends to tan much more than the rest of her body and it is in this time that freckles appear across her nose. Anna's eyes are her most enamouring feature, whilst her brother's are the colour of water beneath a glacier Anna's are almost teal in colour, a beautiful sea green. Her favourite thing about herself is her eyes which she feels give her the most character.


⊰Visual Aid⊱


Her essential 'fury' mode (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]

[hair]
(length) long
(color) Blonde
(style) Messy curls
[eyes]
(color) Teal
[skin]
(tone) Light tan
(imperfections) A scar across her collarbone
[dimensions]
(height) 5"5
(weight) 120lb
(build) Slim but curvy


✥ ||Style|| ✥
Anna is very rarely seen out of jeans and t-shirts, her wardrobe is mainly dark colours consisting of blacks, greys and darkened colours. She mainly sticks to tank tops and black jeans with a leather jacket thrown over the top. It makes for quite a startling contrast with her blonde hair and she likes the way it looks on her. Aside from that she will usually be seen wearing leather fingerless glove so she can restrict her hands slightly if her variant side ever takes over.




❝Yeah don't get me angry...you won't like me when I'm angry❞



❝Ah funny you think you could take me in a fight❞



✥ ||Personality|| ✥
[commonly shown characteristics]
◑||Sarcastic||Childish||Hot-headed||Wilful||Loyal||Smart||◐

❝Hey well you might as well take my advice, I don't use it❞

Anna likes to think she speaks two languages, english and sarcasm. If you do anything remotely bad to annoy her, provided she doesn't go into fury mode she's liable just to shoot sarcastic comments in your direction. Though she doesn't mean to be sarcastic all the time it's not something she can help. She's very witty and thinks herself to have a smart mouth so will usually have something to say about any situation. She has quite a high regard of her own intelligence and it is often her brother who bears the brunt of her sarky comments.

❝It's a basic guarantee, if you fall over I will laugh at you ❞

Despite having a reasonably mature attitude to life Anna does have a very childish sense of humour. She's very much a fan of physical comedy and has a tendency to laugh at the entirely wrong times. Anna doesn't mean to act like a kid but sometimes she can't help it, she enjoys the occasional prank although her brother really can't stand it as he's usually the target.

❝I'm like the hulk when I'm mad, just kind of adorable at the same time?❞

Much like her brother Anna possesses the same fiery temper, the only problem is that hers is linked to her power and her resultant 'fury' mode. She's not a good one to mess with at any time but if you anger her too much or set her emotions too high then the girl can be deadly. It's all flashing lights and flying objects when she throws a tantrum and anyone within reach is liable to get hurt, thankfully with his own strength Ben is starting to get the hang of controlling her.

❝Woah! Dude no, I make the rules round here❞

Anna hates being told what to do and in fact there is only one guy who she will actually listen to and that's Ben. Aside from that you ask her to do any task be it wash the dishes or assassinate the governor you're more than likely to get no as an answer proceeded by getting your ass kicked. She's always been wilful and likes to go against the rules, Ben has had to get her out of more than one scrape with the EDGE soldiers and he hates it when she gets into trouble.

❝Don't worry I've got your back big guy❞

Despite her evident disobedience Anna is crazy loyal to those she cares about specifically Ben, she knows that he would put his life on the line for her and she would do exactly the same- though she'd never tell him because he'd blow his nut. She loves him just as any sister would and tries to ignore the fact they're half siblings. However she does find him a little overbearing, still she'd be lost without him and is grateful for his presence. Thus why she rewards him with her own loyalty and occasional obedience.

❝He got the brawn and I got the brains...mostly❞

Anna always has been naturally intelligent hence why she is training to become a medic in the city. Academically she did well at school despite the problems that the new age posed on the education system. Her intelligence comes across in her speech as well as she's quick to reply and often comes back with sharp tongued comments. Despite her physical prowess she can give quite the tongue-lashing if need be, the bark and bite are probably equally bad on this one.

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➥ Part Two

❝And that my friend is why you are an idiot❞

------------------------ƒace claim •britt robertson•--------------------------



❝Hey look there's all the f**ks I give❞

(likes)
♣Music
♣Misbehaving
♣Annoying soldiers
♣Running
♣Drinking and smoking (but shh Ben doesn't know)
♣Learning new skills



(dislikes)
♦Meditation
♦Threats
♦Losing her temper
♦Idiots
♦EDGE
♦Cats



(phobias)
❤ Losing control
❤ Hurting people she cares about
❤ Being alone



(flaws)
♠Temper
♠Smart mouth
♠Her power





✥ ||Mental Details|| ✥
(intelligence quotient) 153
(current state of mind) Controlled (restricted)
(psychological history) Temper and history of violence
(habits) Counting, nail biting, overexercise



✥ ||Mutant abilities|| ✥
[origin] Anna's powers originated in her genetics, she was the love child of her mother and a mystery man who possessed assumed variant qualities. This is why she has powers and Ben does not.
(is it hereditary?) Yes
(location of discovery) At home after an argument that got out of hand
(initial reaction) Fear, isolation
[elaboration] At the tender age of seven after watching a fight take place between her brother and step-father the true extent of Anna's mutant abilities came to fruition. She'd always been far stronger than any regular child but in that single moment her anger released something new entirely. Her body stayed the same, though her eyes took on a bright yellow glow and she found herself able to draw energy from the space around her. This centralised in her palms, similar to radiation however it burned but left no lasting damage. A mix between light and electrical energy but not fire for it didn't catch things alight simply burned them on the spot. In this so called 'fury' mode- of which Anna has no control- her anger becomes solely directed making her something of an unstoppable force. Accompanying her energy manipulation comes an increase in mental awareness and physical prowess, speed, strength, agility and the ability to hover above the ground. She possesses the ability to shoot energy from both her eyes and her palms. Anna mainly absorbs energy from power sources or from the ground though she is capable of stealing energy from people- mutants provide the strongest energy form.
(strength of power) Anna's power is only as strong as her anger at the time, she often fights with her fury mode with regard to protecting her brother from herself. The more anger she has directed at someone the more powerful she can be, it runs on her emotions so fear, anger or hysteria can bring about the same affect.
(limitations) Anna has very little control over what she can do, it relies solely on her emotions which is a truly frightening thing for her. She cannot simply turn it off and on.
[additional details] Anna has been studying meditation with the hope of one day learning to control her 'fury' mode.




✥ ||History|| ✥

❝My brother was my guardian angel, don't let him hear me say that though ❞



[early life]

Anna was born into a family where she wasn't duly accepted by her parents. Ben was the only one to take to her, learning to love her for who she was and not her genetics. Anna never met her father and often found herself rejected by her parents as she was the produce of an affair between her mother and an unknown man. Anna found she was often short of attention or people to talk to, Ben was the only one to pay her attention. As she grew it became clear quite quickly that she wasn't like other children, she was stronger, smarter and her tantrums were bad enough to rival a bear out of hibernation. While Anna's mother suffered with depression and guilt and her step-father was out working and nonchalant to her existence her duty of care fell to Ben.

Anna hated this at first and kind of resented her brother for leading a normal family life before her arrival. Still over time they bonded and he became the best carer she ever could of wished for. He helped with homework when she needed it, cooked her dinner and was there to calm her down when the entity threatened to take over. She was incredibly grateful for him to be there for her at the time though she would never tell him. Sure the siblings are close now but Anna wouldn't give Ben the satisfaction of boosting his ego.



[adolescence]

After the huge fight with her step- father that basically tore the family apart Ben and Anna fled for a new place to live. Anna hated the idea of leaving her mother behind but even then Callie was insistent that her two children find somewhere safer to live. They fled to the new city with only each other for company and started afresh there. While Ben joined the Military to continue his work as a soldier Anna dove into school, trying her hardest to achieve the best she could. In the end she came out with some pretty good grades. Now that she's graduated Anna is currently volunteering at a hospital station with the hopes of becoming a doctor or medic.





✥ ||Other|| ✥
[family]
☛ Anna grew up in a small family home in Charleston with her Mom, step father and older brother Ben. Despite the constant threat of the new world and variants they led a pretty normal life. Things weren't to be though as Anna's mutant powers began to take over and she was forced to flee with Ben to a new city. They've been living there ever since.
♛(father) Unknown (presumed deceased)
♚(mother) Callie Durrant (deceased) nee Harrison (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
♝(siblings) Ben Durrant (alive) (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]






❝Quit prying asshat we're done here❞

PART I
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Say hello to Rory Pope; a 17 year old from the slums. People say that she resembles Freya Mavor, but Rory doesn't see it.

I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting 'til the war's won. I don't care if heaven won't take me back. I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have? ..and I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.

People describe Rory as:

❤ Intelligent, strong, sympathetic
✘ Cold, suspicious, aggressive

Rory isn't the kind of girl that anyone wand to mess with. She isn't obviously violent. She would never walk around and threaten someone for giggles. She isn't cruel. She's just cold and obviously strong. It's very clear when you meet Rory that you are not her top priority, and that she's more concerned with crushing the cruel government and EDGE than she is with whatever it is you have to say. She doesn't care for what people think of her. It doesn't matter to her if people see her as a bitch or as a saint, she really doesn't give a shit. She would rather feel important and needed on base than have everyone like her. Liking never got her anywhere, it only got her hurt, destroyed and broken. She's an intelligent girl, and has been planning attacks and strategies for the base, and is actually a respected member of the group, even by the head guys' standards. She can fight, too. Give her a guy to beat up on and ten minutes and she'll wreck him, punches and kicks that'll crack him in two minutes. She's skilled in combat and her gift. She isn't all bad, though. Rory actually has a big squishy heart that, when poked and prodded, can burst for even a little Kid crying. She actually takes care if the kids on the base sometimes, teaching them in kind ways about their powers, instead of forcing fear as a motivator. She teaches them about how and where their powers come from, and what they should do with them. Nothing violent, only good things. Peaceful things. She'll comfort a kid with a scraped knee, but with adults she doesn't feel so sensitive.

The story begins…

Rory Pope was born on a crisp autumn night in the slums of the city. Her mother didn't live in ideal conditions at all. She had a small corner of an apartment, and was a single mother. You could say that Rory's mom didn't have the most respectable profession. She was a prostitute, to be honest. And Rory was an unplanned pregnancy. She couldn't afford to keep the baby, but she what she could afford was a flimsy blanket with a little piece of paper pinned to it that read Rory. Rory's mother left the baby on the step of the orphanage, and then knocked furiously before running away and back to her dwelling. She never went back to see her child, or wondered about her. It was just over for the woman. But for Rory, things had just begun. Growing up in the slums orphanage wasn't a picnic. There weren't a lot of things to go around, which included food and clothing. Rory was raised absent mindedly with hand-me-downs and a lot of stew. It wasn't a warm, fuzzy place to be. It was hard, and Rory was a guarded kid. The ther children told her that her mom hadn't wanted her, that she was just a little piece of trash left on the doorstep. Rory just retreated inside of herself and didn't talk to any of them, staying in her head. But she got bored of that after a while. She didn't have any friends to vent to, so her anger built up over time. And when one of the older boys told her that she didn't deserve the clothes on her back, she lunged at him. She stared off by scratching his face with her fingernails, and ended up just punching the shit out of him. It felt good. And that's how she made a friend. A boy named Jace dragged Rory off of the asshole kid and carried her to a back room, to try and get her out if trouble. Rory was only nine at the time, and Jace was 11, but Jace was new and thought Rory was brave, so they became friends.

It might've turned out half okay if they were in a normal orphanage. But they weren't. At Rory and Jace's orphanage, the men from the government always used to come and take some children. Usually the hopeless cases. The kids that no one wanted or would ever want. And after Rory's fight, and how have defended her actions afterwards, they were taken away next. None of the kids knew exactly what happened after the men took kids away, but no one ever saw them again. And there were rumors that they made them into variants. Rory was terrified as the men dragged her away, struggling and kicking, even biting. All she could hear were threats from the soldiers, and a voice. Jaces voice. He was screaming to her that it was okay, that they would be together. And he was right. The armored vehicle drove on, with the two of them stuffed in the back. Jace hugged Rory and told her how alright everything was going to be. He told her stories of what his parents were like before they died, and Rory eventually fell asleep. Hen she woke up, the sky outside if the car was dark. They were in some remote location, but that's all that she could tell, and that was only because of how silent it was. No people, no town. Just nothing. Rory kept asking questions and then demanding to know what was going on, but no one told her. She was tossed into a cell, thankfully one right near Jace's, and given food twice a day. They took blood samples and tests all the time, but nothing else happened for a few days. Rory didn't let on, but she was terrified, and generally cried herself to sleep at night. But during the day she talked quietly to Jace, because if they were too loud the guards would tranquilize them for giggles. Then, on the fourth day, Rory was dragged from her cell. Jace wasn't yet, but they took Rory roughly by the arms and dragged her to some lab room, where they restrained her in a chair and knocked her out. When she woke up, she was back in her cell, but Jace was gone. And she felt so different, and was in so much pain. She groaned and called out for help, but couldn't bing herself to move. Jace was brought back to his cell later on that night. All Rory could do was roll her head to see him, to see if he was okay. He was just sleeping, like she had been hours before. Rory couldn't sleep all night because of the pain. It felt like something was stabbing through her veins and even her brain, like there was something new, an addition to her body. When Jace woke up, he said he felt the same way. Like there was something waiting to be discovered. They spent a full day like that, given pills on the floor of their cells for the pain so they could eat some; but Rory couldn't keep anything down. She knew something was wrong.

PART II



She found out what it was days later. The men came back and dragged her off again, taking her to a new room. All there was was metal. All different kinds of it, all over the room. She sat in a metal chair in front of a metal table, with a small paper clip on the table in front of her. She was chained to the chair, and all the guards left. The only thin in the room besides herself was a two way mirror on the wall in front of her. She heard a singular voice, crackling over a speaker. It told her to bend the paper clip. Rory didn't understand, and after questions and bland answers, she found out that they wanted her to bend the paper clip with her mind. She struggled for hours, just trying to please them, so they wouldn't send the shocks through her handcuffs anymore. After what Rory assumed was ten hours, and what she knew were severe burns on her wrists, Rory focused so hard on that paper clip, she imagined it unfolding, and when she opened up her eyes, it was unfolded. The guards came in right away, and uncuffed her, only to throw her back in her cell. Rory's head was still reeling. The rumors were true, and the now eleven year old Rory realized what she was; a variant.

The days after that went by in a strange way of order. The guards picked her up in the morning, and brought her to her metal room. She would practice all day, getting shocks whenever she didn't perform. She got better at it everyday, expanding from the paper clip to the table in front of her, and the other items around the room. And once the day was over, she was brought back to her cell. And there she would talk to Jace through the cell bars, and they would both practice. Rory found out that her mind could only play with metal. The other items in the room she couldn't bend or snap, only the metal. Jace had a new ability to, and Rory liked his better. Jace could move anything with his mind, telekinesis. But his gift moved slower; he could barely drag a water glass on the table when Rory was already shattering pipes and whole walls of metal. They talked in hushed voices while the guards slept, deciding that one day, when they were good enough with their gifts, they would get out. Rory used to fantasize about how Jace would undo the lock on their cells with his mind, and she would twist all the barrels of the soldiers guns, and blow a hole through the wall. And then they could run. They could go wherever they wanted, because they would be safe together, protect each other.

When Rory was thirteen, Jace was fifteen, and they decided to try. Rory hated her life, but saw hope in the future with their plans to leave. It was all she dreamed about, all that kept her from just letting the soldiers shock her to death in the metal room. The night that they tried, Jace spent half an hour on the locks of their cells, and when Rory's finally clicked open, she wasn't even sure what to do with herself. She slowly opened the door and walked out all on her own; no cuffs and no gun pointed at her...yet. She and Jace managed to get through the cell block without being seen, but when they reached the main area, where the walls were metal, the soldiers spotted them. Rory was terrified, but she did her best. She twisted the barrels of all their guns while they tried to radio for help. She closed her eyes and imagined the wall bursting open, and then Jace was pulling her by her wrist, bringing her through the wall that she'd busted open and rushing her towards the edge of the woods. It was the first time they'd breathed fresh air since they'd gotten to the EDGE headquarters, and while they ran, Rory started to cry. Through her tears she was twisting fun barrels, and Jace was directing bullets at the guards. But mostly they were running. Rory never even saw him. It hit right when they were crossing into the woods. A bullet sunk itself into Jace's chest. Rory saw him go down, and felt shock. She saw the blood pouring out of his chest, his eyes in pure pain. So she picked up his shoulders, and she dragged him. She doesn't know for how long, but the day was light and then dark again. Rory had taken care if Jace's wounds the best she could. He was talking to her while she dragged him, telling her to stop. And when Rory was sure that there were no more soldiers, she did. She dropped down beside Jace, and held onto him. He told her that it was okay, that she could do this. He told her that he'd heard of a variant base further in the woods. Rory just shook her head and cried, saying that he would be there with her. Jace said no, and that he loved her, and to stay safe and be strong. And that's the last thing he said. Rory fell asleep in a puddle of her own tears, sobbing on top of her friends lifeless body.

They found her in the morning. Not soldiers, but variants. Rory had been dragging Jace for longer than she'd thought. The variants woke her up and told her that they were peaceful, since Rory was ready to bury them on sight. She didn't believe them at first, but they showed her that they were like her, and she just started to cry again. She had basically dried herself out, though, and started to listen to the men. They said that they could bring her back to the base to live. Rory nodded and asked about Jace, what they could do for him. They agreed to bury him in the makeshift cemetery at the base; but only because she was hysterical. For the first week, that's all she was. She slept. She didn't eat much. But she slept. And once she got out of bed, the other variants started to train her to help them. As a kid, she was still only supposed to help out around the base and cook and things. But as she got older, that for boring. She started to ask for more jobs. She held everyone at a distance, but did spend some time with the kids her age. She liked them, but no one would math Jace. She was like her big brother and best friend all at once, and now he was rotting in the ground. That was hard for her to think about, but he told her to be strong, so that's what she was. She started training to be one if the soldiers of their forces at age 15, and by now, she's easily one of the most trusted girls at the base. She's hard and strong, but faced with a kid, and you'll see Rory melt. She just guards herself because she knows that no one is better than Jace.

What’s her power?

Metal Manipulation Rory has the ability to bend and shape metal with her mind. However she choses to do that is up to her, as long as it's metal she'd bending.

Relationships:

Jace Tatwell Jace was Rory's best friend and honorary brother until he was shot and killed. She visits his grave all the time, at least every other day. She's just not ready to let him go.

Variants Rory knows the variants in the base, and has a general fondness for all of them. But she's never gotten too close to anyone.

PART ONE!

||Basic Details||
[name]
Ryan Sarah Mellbery

[age]

20, May 15th, in San Diego, CA.

[gender]
Female

(sexuality)
Bisexual


||Abilities||
Vertigo inducement, where the user can cause vertigo, confusion, disorientation, nausea, and possibly unconsciousness.
(origin)
Her father
(is it hereditary?)
Yes, it can be passed from Ryan to her children.
(location of discovery)
In California, where Ryan's mother and father discovered her to be a Variant.
(initial reaction)
Ryan's parents took it well, both fearful and full of wonder that Ryan was a Veriant. Ryan always knew, on a level, that she was different. So she grew well into her power and her roll as a Veriant.
[elaboration]
(type of power)
Vertigo inducement, where Ryan can cause vertigo, nausea, disorientation, confusion, and maybe even unconsciousness, although it takes a stronger Variant to produce such large effects.
(specifics about power)
Ryan has been trained up into her powers by a very smart man - her father. So she can handle all of the aspects of her power fairly well, but Ryan is substantially stronger in confusion and disorientation than she is in any other aspect of her power.
(strength of power)
Ryan is stronger with confusion and disorientation than she is with the other aspects of her power. Ryan is also very discreet about her powers. She can almost seem human, and when she does work her little magic, she can make it seem like it's not even happening. She can fool Variants, humans, and some soldiers.
(limitations)
Ryan isn't very strong with all but two of her powers. She's also very easy to throw out of control, if she's caught in the act of spinning her magic.

||Appearance||

[hair]
(length)
Shoulder length.
(color)
Dusty blond
(style)
Casually tousled in waves, parted down the middle.
[eyes]
(color)
Hazel eyes that never seem to decide on one color. Brown, blue, green, yellow, gold, purple, and grey flecks make up most of Ryan's iris.
[skin]
(tone)
Not really pale, but not very tanned either. Somewhere carelessly in-between
(imperfections)
Ryan has dark freckles that dot along all of her body besides her face. She has a slight bump in her nose from breaking it once when she was little.
[dimensions]
(height)
5'6
(weight)
115
(build)
Ryan has fairly long legs, and a smaller torso, with a larger bust and a flat, slightly toned stomach. With her active lifestyle, she's fairly toned, but her mucles aren't visible until they're being used. She looks pretty dainty to the eye, and she probably isn't very good at hand-to-hand combat, to be honest, but she's not unhealthy, by any means.

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||Personality||
Ryan is very mysterious, and she likes to keep it that way. Not for any reason other than it's easier to cut ties if you never have any in the first place. Ryan is funny and intellectual, and enjoys like-minded company. She never shies away from a dare, a challenge, or a fight, and it usually gets her into trouble. She's usually in a good mood, if not a little angsty, and she's an easy companion to have. Ryan doesn't usually talk about her past, and she likes to keep her wide eyes open for the future... And danger. Yes, don't be mistaken by Ryan's easy attitude and girly figure - you mess with her and you almost won't even see your trouble coming. She's an easy runner, and an easy fighter.
(likes)
Ryan likes intelligent conversations, hot meals, the smell of the ocean, the color of the moon at night, fun times with strangers, good entertainment, and good drinks.
(dislikes)
Ryan dislikes bad drinks, cold seasons, lipgloss, bullies, theifs, or bad attitudes.
(phobias)
Ryan is scared of the dark, and scared of sleep, and scared of silence. Keeping herself busy keeps most of her fears at bay. Ryan is also very afraid of war and any sort of physical violence - her powers allow her to protect herself without physically harming someone, which she takes advantage of. She also is very afraid of fire and she doesn't like being alone at night.
(flaws)
Ryan can sometimes come off as uncaring, and egotistic. She also spins so much magic around herself that most people don't really realize her true self or her power, which keeps her fairly isolated, which keeps her fairly lonely, which keeps her fairly drunk. Ryan also has the habit of taking the worlds weight upon herself, although she deals with that well.
(habits)
Ryan has a bit of a drinking problem, and when she's drunk, she can be slightly unthinking, and very dangerous.
[Mental]
(intelligence quotient)
130
(current state of mind)
Ryan is sane, rational, and very observant of other people. She isn't always the best at remembering the small details, and she often acts without thinking, but her mind is pretty healthy.
(psychological history)
Ryan has been through a lot. Her parents murder. Parting ways with her brother. Living on her own and running from a very young age. She's been through a lot and her mind tries its best to cope with everything... Cut her a little slack.


|History||

[early life]
Ryan's parents were never happier to have her. Their family was happy and loving, and full of light. Ryan's father was a strong, kind, genuine, flirtatious Variant who was a lot better at blending in than most. Her mother was a bright, cautious, dark headed human who was in love with things she didn't understand. Her older brother was a funny, sarcastic, player, and Ryan was a bright kid. There couldn't have been a better bond between the four.

Ryan was supposed to be human, unlike her brother. Her fathers powers weren't supposed to go on to any female children. She was supposed to be safe, but somehow, Ryan was born with something special, something exactly the opposite of human. She was a Variant. Her mother and father suspected it from birth, but denied all their suspicions until Ryan turned four and started exibiting the signs of the Variants. It came with shock, acceptance, and then fear, and Ryan's father and brother took all the nesicary steps to help Ryan grow up into her powers safe and in control. And so the training started. Every day after school up until the time Ryan was eleven, she would sit down with her father and brother to discuss her powers, preform and practice her powers, and talk about how to stay safe from the mysterious 'Soldiers'. The soldiers knew about her father, but he had been off-grid and peaceful for years. They didn't know about her brother because his powers weren't quite strong enough to be detected, but they would know about Ryan... She was too strong. They would come.... They would come.

And so they did. Ryan turned eleven and not long after her birthday, the soldiers finally found them, despite the fact that Ryan's father had been living off the Variant grid for years before her or her brothers birth. Despite the fact that he'd built secret rooms in their house for protection. Despite the fact that he only used his powers to teach Ryan and to help other people. Despite the fact that he'd long since hurt anyone... They came. And when they did, it was the dead of night, and Ryan was laying in her bed, shrouded in darkness. First she'd heard a bump, and then she'd heard a loud crashing noise, followed by her mothers scream and her fathers shouting. Ryan knew what was going on - it was exactly what her father had said about protection, about how they would try to take her. She slipped out of bed and blindly ran to her closet, where she pressed a button behind her coats and felt the back wall slid away to reveal a secret cubby hole. Ryan slipped through in the darkness and pressed another button to let the wall slid closed, tears welling up in her eyes. As it was slidding, she saw her bedroom door pop open with a bright red flash and a group of men came through to find her. She was gone. She could only think of her family, somewhere too far away from her. She heard their screams, she heard the fighting, but she didn't hear a sound from her brother.

She stayed in her secret compartment until she couldn't hear the noise anymore. As soon as she knew the strangers were gone, she brought her shaking self out of the closet and rushed into her living room, already sobbing, to see her father and mother laying in the floor, throats cleanly and efficiently slit. Her brother knelled by their mom, crying and talking to her - saying goodbye. This is what he had said. They would come. Ryan had to hide. And then she had to leave. She knew this wasn't like a normal murder. No police force would show up. No pretty funeral would follow. Ryan knew that if she hadn't had hidden, she would've been laying there with them, and she almost wished it was so... Her brother must have hidden too.
He had. He'd done the same as she, locking himself in his secret compartment and waiting out the storm. When they'd both come out into the living room, he allowed Ryan to say goodbye, and then he took her, a backpack, and left. They were no longer safe in their home, they were no longer safe anywhere.

And so they ran.

PART TWO!

[adolescence]
Ryan was safe nowhere. And so she grew up into a skinny teenager who knew how to run and who knew how to get into trouble. In fact, she loved the thrill of doing things that really could've killed her. She loved knowing her brother would take her out of any scary situations, which saved her ass quite a few times. She loved never having a permanent home... It kept things exciting.
Except at night. Every night she would have nightmares of her parents death and every night her brother would wake her, holding her quietly until she was able to sleep a little better. Every night she would do anything to not have to face those nightmares... A habit that would stay with her for a long time.

Her and her brother were all on their own but they were very close, and they worked well together. They both knew that as long as they had each other, they would be safe. Ryan's 12th, 13th, 14th, and 15th birthdays passed without very much celebration, or trouble, and she was glad. Her brother was her best friend, until he couldn't be. As soon as she turned 15, he decided they should part ways, providing more safety for them both. He would go back to San Diego, to lay his powers down and find a normal life - he was never that skilled anyway. Ryan would find a Variant camp and stay safe. And so it was, much to their dismay. They parted with tears and broken hearts, but they parted all the same. Ryan laid low for a week and then she left to find a camp like her brother had instructed her. They were supposed to find a way to contact each other, someday.

Shortly after Ryan's 17th birthday, she stumbled into her desired location, and quickly became involved in the Variant camp. She was full of trembling fear, but her powers were strong, and she climbed the ranks fast. She kept her life simple, her entertainment constant and her anger issues drowned in wine. No one got very close to her, and she never really knew how to contact her brother so she liked to play pretend human in the streets of her city, and even though she lived at the camp, she didn't much time there. The years passed, and present is upon us.

[young adulthood]

Ryan is living at the camps. She's just turned 20, and she's still acting like she did when she was 17, except her drinking habit is bigger and she's a lot less awkward. And she knows it. She parties hard and studies hard and tries her best to keep herself safe and guarded... Mostly.


[family]
(mother)
Annabelle (Cristofe) Mellbery
(father)
Shawn Mellbery
(siblings)
Shane Mellbery