Realistic or Modern Mission: Return of the Evening Star

Bag o Fruit · Jul 13, 2018

Return of the Evening StarEkron, c. 712 BC

'They are coming, brother! Their weapons have broken the walls!'

'Their timing is no coincidence. They must have heard word of the state of our Lord.'

'Can he defend us?'

'I do not know. But someday, Ekron will rise again.'

France, October 24th, 2039

'Members of the accord, these are dark times in which we live. Despite the efforts of environmentalists and supers, our world has changed. Pollinators and other insects crucial to our worldwide ecosystem have declined dramatically in the last few decades. New studies estimate that bees alone may be extinct by so early as 2150, and efforts to support their survival are, regrettably, failing. But for the human race, there is yet hope. I present to you: the Hexapod Drone Beta. Self-sustaining and autonomous, but capable of remote override, it is programmed to gather pollen from flowering plants, as well as seek and dismantle animal carcasses. Mass numbers of these drones will be able to perform the crucial tasks of bees and flies that keep our ecosystem in check and our agriculture flourishing.

AEGIS Facility 108, July 13th, 2040

"Gooood morning class! Today, w-w-we are going to discussss a littlebit of ancient history!"

"Why?" a student shot back "Want to relive your glory days?" Much of the class snickered.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" said Allen. Laughter in the class died down instantly. "W-I don't get it! Now... What do you all know about a-ancient human, er, yes, ancient human history?"

Whoa, Bag made a mission! Anybody can post as whoever. Setting right now is Allen's class. I have almost no plan btw.

Gus · Aug 13, 2018

Lucas Marsolet

Sparrows point high school, spare classroom.
Friday, July 13th
AEGIS 108 summer make up class

Lucas shifted in his chair. The desks at the Sparrows Point Educational Center might have originally been made for humans to sit in, but years of teenage destructive impulses and halfhearted repairs had taken their toll. The seat sagged and groaned, threatening to either detach from its associated desk entirely, or worse, fold into an even less ergonomic shape, quite possibly pinching him to death in the process. It made focusing on Mr. McNabb's weird meandering lecture/discussions a herculean task. Which was just his sort of luck. It wasn't as if focus was his strong point since his TBI. And as he wasn't having much luck learning braille, there was not a lot of point taking notes either. He'd tried recording lectures, but when he played them back... nothing but static. Naturally. What was he even doing here? Gaining his blue card seemed farther out of reach now than ever. This class, and How Not to Kill were the only two that were barely tolerable. Mostly because it was only here and there that he was not treated like an invalid. Sifu Ward didn't cut him any slack at all, which was refreshing. Ward didn't care. Whatever your problem was, he expected you to suck it up.

McNabb on the other hand... he just seemed not to notice. Which was still refreshing, if confusing.

So when the other students laughed, it stung his pride. Weird or not, teachers deserved respect. He stood up and whipped off his dark glasses, glaring toward the others crowded into the small classroom. He couldn't be sure of meeting anyone's eyes, but he had a pretty fair idea of where they were seated, between the laughter and the faint bio-electric fields around them. When it got quiet, he suddenly realized that Mr. McNabb had asked a question. Ooops.

"Um. How ancient exactly, Mr. McNabb? I think I remember hearing that Cleopatra was closer to modern times than to the building of the pyramids, so ancient is relative, right?"

He cleared his throat, nervously. Briefly, he considered sitting back down, but as he was not entirely sure which way the chair was, nor if it would hold him, he elected to remain standing. Like an idiot.

Situation Normal.

Necessity4Fun · Sep 23, 2018

Location: Some High School - Spare Classroom, Make up emotional composure class
People Around: A standing idiot, the teacher and a bunch of other students, presumably
Interactions:

Gus

Why the fuck am I here again?

Disbelief. There was no more accurate word for the emotion Juliana had been feeling right now. Apparently, someone somewhere had decided that since facility 108's schedule had been thrown out of the window due to the recent events, they had to make up for it. How do you ask? Well, she hadn't really paid attention to that part, but rather 108 was still being rebuilt, the schedule had changed or they were just finally reforming that old building, she was here today.

July 13th, a Friday.

Superstitious, was something the Brazilian was not. In fact, if anything she only made use of things like these for more comedic purposes, you know, on the internet. Yet, when she walked into that unknown classroom this morning, she couldn't help but be a little unnerved by it. It was so dark!

The single row of windows in the furthermost end of the room was as good as nonexistent, with the sun unable to reach it due to the angle. The lights above were in an odd state of on and not on, where one had issues telling either, and did a poor job in covering up for the lack of illumination. Not the way you want to be welcomed into a new environment really.
Jú had given the room two glances and spotted just what she wanted. Then before anyone could snatch it from her, the teenager speed up like a bolt and bam! It was all hers!! The most illuminated seat was hers~! The place was still a bit too dark for her liking, but eh it was the best she could get amidst the bleak, uninviting area.

Students poured in and choose their own seats in a bit of a chaotic array, yet the teenager paid them no attention, instead focused on her spot, which was good illumination-wise but incredibly lacking in comfort. Juliana shifted in her seat here and there, trying to avoid whatever it was poking her behind through the skirt yet to no avail. Annoyed, she gave up on the endeavor sliding further, stopping at a 45-degree angle with the bottom, and using the grid under the chair right in front as her personal leg rest. As expected people avoided sitting there, unwilling to deal with this matter so early in the morning.

Just as the Brazilian had pulled her cellphone out from her purse, the teacher had shown up waaaaay too excited for the current time or environment. He had greeted the class, then declared that today's subject was ancient history. The last word acted almost like a spell, instantly prompting Juliana to turn on her data and tune out of the lesson, diving head-first into the sea of the world wide web that glimmered through the screen. Not even the hilarious joke made by one of the students was able to get through her.

...But something else did.

The girl had been excitedly journeying through her twitter dashboard, taking in every piece of information, funny videos and shitpost tweets, when fun times were interrupted by an engulfing darkness. An eclipse that had suddenly befallen the fine-picked spot. Jú jerked her head up from her device to catch sight of a student standing in the middle of the classroom, blocking just the portion of the window that directed what little of the sun rays still reached them, towards her seat. She waited for him to sit back down, assuming this situation would soon clear up, but then he never did.

Juliana let out an irritated sigh and looked up again, directing her emerald gaze at the standing moron:

"Jezz dude! Your chair is like, right behind you, just a step and half away!", she had shouted, interrupting the class as a whole, "Now will you please settle your shit down and quit blocking my damn light?!"

Bag o Fruit · Dec 3, 2018

Allen McNabb//Lazarus

Gus

Necessity4Fun "... ancient is relative, right?"

... this is not going the way we'd hoped. Allen grinned. Why do children have to tear apart the best laid plans? Why? That's an interesting question, we must store that in the archives for future research. Agh, but that makes one more question on the list, and no further progress on 'at what point do human children learn their own history' OR on 'what is the general understanding of human history in humans'! The sheer unproductivity!

"Welll." Allen said. "Y-yes! Rrelative is quite cor-correct, Misster Marsolet! Relative. Aanncient is rrelativve." Devoting 12 percent of their neural processing to stalling the class and the rest, as well as some extra they pulled from such background motor functions as balance, Lazarus completely failed to notice Juliana's outburst.

Hmm... Aha! Got it.

Allen got up from the floor behind his desk, and continued. "Yesss! Relative. Wh-what I would l-like you to d-do is... name an evvent in history, annnd say where you thhhink it took place, rrelative to the events o-on the b-board." He turned around, and laboriously wrote 'Pyrarnids' near the left side of the board, and 'Cleopatra' further in the right half. "G-good! Whoo else?"

Bag o Fruit · Dec 10, 2018

Gus

Necessity4Fun @welian @Teh Frixz @Malikai

Ten minutes ago...

A woman with platinum blonde hair made her way across the parking lot to the external AEGIS gym building, chewing an old stick of formerly kiwi-flavored bubble gum. She unlocked the door, stepped inside, tossed her backpack against a wall. Crossing the gymnasium floor to the storage rooms at the back of the building, she noticed her sneakers squeaking against the finished-wood floors, still shiny after all this time. She stopped, looked around the room, and her tired and sagging face stretched into a wistful smile. A lot of memories were made here. With a sigh, she continued on her way to prepare for class.

Now...

Swinging back and forth on her heels, with her hands deep in her sweatshirt pockets, she stood before a class that was now all hers.

"Welcome to Physical Discipline. I'd say?" Wolf grinned "Prepare for the worst."

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Wolf Higgins

--Power--

Extreme Elasticity

HIGGINS, W

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Order	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Proaction	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Defense	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Agility	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08
Intelligence	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Willpower	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Energy	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01

Full Name
Wolf Ella Higgins

Nicknames
Wolfie, Woof, generally something wolf related

Codename
Stretch

Gender
Female

Age
19

Rank
C Rank

Limiter
Inactive, Level 1

Role
Physical Discipline teacher
Race
Caucasian

Hair
Blonde, dyed platinum

Eyes
Hazel-green

Height
5'7"

Figure
Thin, little to no curves, but still rather fit

Notes
Has multiple piercings in each ear, as well as a large earring collection. Always has a pack of gum on her and is happy to share. Has a wolf plushie she carries around very often named Mr. Wolf, hidden in the depths of her backpack. It is very worn, and clearly very loved. She's not "ashamed" of it, per say, but wouldn't gladly bring it out to brag about it.
Calm
Wolf is an extremely lax individual; even the most stressful of situations seem to only raise an eyebrow from the girl, and she is extremely capable of keeping her head in a pickle.

Approachable
Wolf's calm aura makes her extremely approachable and easy to talk to. Though she won't be the first to initiate conversation often, if you bring up something you have in common with her, Wolf is extremely pleasant and friendly. Wolf has an impeccable sense of humor and 90% of conversations had with her is bound to make you at least snicker. However, she can also be extremely sarcastic and rather dark at times, so not all of her jokes are appreciated.

Lazy
Not exactly lazy, but more a procrastinator to the highest caliber. When Wolf starts a task, she works hard, and she does it right. But Wolf is famed for doing things at the very, very, very last second, or if she can help it, never.

Closed off
Wolf grew up learning how to hide her emotions, and now if anyone ever asks her anything personal, she seamlessly changes the topic. She is honestly not quite sure how to open up at all, even to people she might trust with her life.

History
Born to a pair of workaholic parents that never planned to have a child in the first place, Wolf spent her days in the care of numerous nannies, tutors, and other people that weren't really her family, but were paid to be. No one ever really cared to listen to Wolf, not that it mattered. She learned very early on that it was best to keep her feelings to herself. Since no one ever pushed her to achieve any goals, Wolf slacked off in school, and found doodling on her class notes and jamming to tunes while the science teacher droned on to be much more pleasurable than doing... meh. Whatever he was teaching. Because of this, Wolf was labelled as a "rebellious" student. She blatantly couldn't have cared less.

There were always hints of her powers from a very young age, although most powers only activate all at once, around puberty. When she was eleven, Wolf had already begun to understand that something was different about her. She would stay home from school to experiment, and giggle at the fact that she could quite easily stretch to reach the glass of water on her nightstand from her desk, or make herself a sandwich without ever entering the kitchen. Most of her nannies never bothered, or needed, to paid attention to her, as Wolf could handle herself rather well from an early age. As long as Wolf never ratted them out, she could do what she wanted without anyone bothering her, and the nanny would get to watch her soap operas. Win-win.

That was, until one nanny finally did her job and walked in on Wolf, stretched as flat as the rug. That was when things started to change. Her parents freaked out; how were they supposed to handle their freak of a daughter? They decided the best solution was to throw her into the hands of someone much more capable. Her parents couldn't handle a child, even when she was "normal", and when her powers came to light they simply did their best to wipe her from their memories. When asked about her parents, Wolf likes to say she can't quite picture their faces and leave it at that. This leads most to assume they are dead, and Wolf doesn't care to correct them.

For two years, Wolf and all her "problems" were shoved into the proverbial cupboard, and she was forbidden to practice her abilities under any circumstances. That was, until AEGIS Facility 108 was built. Wolf was hurried off, as quickly as possible, and became one of its first students. Wolf thought it'd be just another class to be seated in, that she wouldn't ever get to use her powers, not even here. Boy was she wrong. Her time at Facility 108 was the best of her life. No one had ever seen Wolf excited about anything until then, really. Though her parents kept their distance from the girl, Wolf found their distaste of her bearable as long as she could continue to spend time at 108. Her control over her powers only got better, and she held a Blue Card at 18.

That was supposed to be when Wolf started putting effort into her vigilante career, or something of the sort, but she quickly realized she did not want to leave the facility. So, Wolf applied for a Teacher’s Assistant job. Her parents were glad to supply her with the money to buy her own apartment, and usher her out of the house. So her life began anew.

On January 25th, the day a student destroyed the Political Power classroom along with the Francis Scott Key Bridge, a student was almost killed by the then-disciplinary councilor, after he wandered out of her class. On her watch. Although she was not legally held accountable, she was asked to take ‘unpaid administrative leave’ from the facility until after graduation, when she could teach summer courses. It was a hellish few months, having to work as a P.E assistant at a nearby middle school, but she has since returned to the facility as the official teacher of Physical Discipline.
Kendrick Haywood
A long time friend that Wolf made at AEGIS, she and the boy have become very close and developed a sibling-like bond. Wolf seems to show a considerable amount of emotion around him (which she does not often show) and seems to trust him a great deal. He has been loaned Mr. Wolf on multiple occasions.
Extreme Elasticity
Contrary to popular assumption, Wolf's powers have nothing to do with animals. Wolf has the ability to stretch her body beyond what is humanly possible, into any shape or form. Basically, Wolf is extremely malleable and elastic, allowing her to deform, expand, contract, and flatten her whole body. With practice, Wolf has mastered the ability to pick and choose which part of her body to control, as well as shape body parts into more intricate things, such as key shapes. Wolf's elasticity makes her harder to injure, but she still feels pain. There is also a limit to how far and how long or often she can stretch her body. When Wolf ‘lets go’ of her stretched form, her limbs will snap back to their original form in a matter of seconds.
- Elastic organs: By expanding her organs, Wolf can enhance some of her day-to-day functions. For example, she can expand her lungs to be able to blow vast amounts of air or last longer underwater, or expand her stomach to be able to consume more fluids and foods.
- Enhanced durability: Because she is practically made of rubber, attacks tend to bounce off of Wolf more easily, in addition to her body being able to stretch to reduce the damage.
Limitations
- Can't hold on forever: Wolf can't hold up a stretched form for hours upon hours. She can hold a simple stretch of her arm for a good half an hour, but full-body stretches or complex shapes might last up to two minutes, max.
- That's too far!: While Wolf is extremely flexible, she can only stretch so far. Stretching past her limits could permanently damage her body. Wolf can reach up to fifty yards safely. Going past thirty yards will lessen the density of her tissue and strength. If she stretches beyond fifty yards, Wolf might be stuck in that elongated shape until her body manages to recover, or perhaps even permanently.
- Ow, that's sharp!: While attacks like punches and kicks might be less effective against her elastic body, knives and blades will easily slice through her.
Skills
- Education: Wolf is an effective teacher, having a whole semester and a summer term of experience with Physical Discipline.
- Cooking: As befits self-reliance, Wolf learned how to cook for herself very early in her life, and has since honed herself into quite a chef.
Flaws
- Learning: While Facility 108 helped her improve upon this, Wolf’s lax experience of public education stunted her ability to focus on her own learning. She is still recovering.
- Money-management: Her parents never taught her, her nannies never taught her, and she certainly never taught herself. She is fortunate enough to be able to ask her parents for more money to keep her from having to move back in with them. Otherwise, she might be out on the streets.
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Theme Song:

(Hah, I'm a character pirate now!)

Bag o Fruit · Dec 17, 2018

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Jack Beil

--Power--

Mass-entangled Telekinesis

Jack glanced from Lucas to Allen, as one stood up and the other fell down. This facility was... unusual. But Jack was asked a question that was exactly in his wheelhouse, and that was a rare opportunity.

"Yes, excuse me..." he began gently "The earliest of the Egyptian pyramids are estimated to have been built in the 2700s BCE, during the Egyptian Third Dynasty, and the latest in the 600s BCE. Queen Cleopatra lived from 69 to 30 BCE. Between those two periods, the Hittite Empire conquered what is now Turkey, India was settled by Indo-Europeans, China began forming complex society, the bronze age ended and the Phoenicia opened trade across the Mediterranean sea, leading to the rise of classic Greek civilization, the Assyrian, Neo-Babylonian, Median, and Persian Empires rose and..."

BEIL, J

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	04
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Defense	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Agility	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Intelligence	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Willpower	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Energy	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05

Full Name
Jack Beil

Nicknames
Beil

Codename
Action

Gender
Male

Age
14

Rank
C Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 1

Role
Student
Race
African American

Hair
Black

Eyes
Blue

Height
5'10"

Figure
Skinny

Notes
Left arm broke as a child and healed improperly
Soft-spoken
Jack is always mild in tone and language. He would only raise his voice if you were too far away to hear.

Impersonal
Jack doesn't take himself or his opinions into account when making decisions. He would be the perfect person to have on a jury.

Undemanding
There's not a lot you can do for Jack. He's perfectly content to live his life by his own means.

Provocative
While the text and the delivery of his words are generally mild-mannered, the subject of his speech has a tendency to piss people off. He doesn't have much in the way of tact, and he doesn't realize when it's time to shut up.

History

For the first twelve years of his life, Jack lived with his older brother Jeffrey, and his mother Nicole. His father died when he was too young to remember him, and his mother never remarried. She dated a few men, and a few women, but nothing ever lasted very long.

Jack got into quite a few fights in school, mostly started by him, unintentionally. His mother, who worked as a police officer, gave him some basic self-defense lessons. One day, in fifth grade, he moved out of the way of someone trying to charge him, who then hit his head on a locker and got a concussion. The principle tried to have Jack suspended. His mother cut out of work, pulled up to the school still in her cruiser and uniform, and gave the principle a harsh enough talking-to that he immediately lifted the suspension. His mother drove him home after that, stopping for ice cream on the way.

A few days later, his mother was killed in a hit and run.

Jeffrey and Jack went to live with their grandparents. A lot of people at school gave him a wide berth, or tried to be nicer to him, but some of the worst of the bullies just picked on him even more. Most of his teachers wouldn't do anything about it.

By the time seventh grade started, bullying got much worse for everyone, and he was no exception. People nicknamed him 'motherless'. They would steal his phone and his laptop. Tell him he should kill himself. Follow him home from school, as far as his block. The worst of them, the one who gave himself a concussion, was doing just that one day, and pulled a knife on him.

That was when Jack's powers activated. He threw him into a wall, took his knife, and tossed him about ten feet in the air above asphalt. He went to Commonwealth testing, was put in a level one limiter, and assigned to Facility 110. The other kid went to the hospital, was put in a cast for his neck and right arm, and was assigned a week's suspension after Jack told the police what happened. Now, people look twice at his limiter before they cross him.

Jack was out sick from Facility 110 on the day of the incident, and he's fairly glad of that. He has been assigned summer courses at Facility 108.
Daniel Jones (grandfather)
Daniel never really saw much of Jack before he took him in. After the kids' father died, Nicole put him in daycare and mostly buried herself in her work, never finding the time to visit. But Jack turned out to be a pretty good kid. A little spooky though. Real quiet little fella, and with those powers you don't always know...

Alethea Jones (grandmother)
Alethea has been in mourning since her daughter died two years ago. She still finds time to be a decent grandmother to the boys, but... not much else.

Jeffrey Beil (older brother)
With five years on his brother, Jeff knows their grandparents a lot better than Jack does. He's always been looking out for his little brother, even if Jack thinks he doesn't always need it. After he knew it was happening, he used to get home as early as possible to wait on the other side of their street, watch Jack walk home, make sure he was okay. He knew Jack would have told him to stop if he knew he was keeping an eye out for him, but who does he think called the police that day?
Mass-entangled Telekinesis
Jack is able to move objects with his mind, but rather than influencing enigma fields to move them for him, he generates a wave of enigma particles from his own body.
- Flight: Jack is unable to move himself with telekinesis, but by strategically pushing other objects, he can propel himself through the air. Landing, though, is a bit of an issue.
Limitations
- Newton's laws: Due to the more direct method of his telekinesis, Jack is affected by the opposite reaction to his action. If he accelerates or decelerates an object, he is pushed in the opposite relative direction. The higher the object's mass or jerk (acceleration over time), the more he is pushed backwards. For example, if he attempted to halt a speeding truck, he would be thrown off his feet in the direction the truck was traveling, at an even greater speed due to the mass difference.
- Center of mass: The force of the telekinesis directly affects an object's center of mass, and the reverse force is applied directly to his center mass, meaning if he attempts too immediate and strenuous a push or pull, he could suffer whiplashed limbs or even internal hemorrhaging. In addition, it gets more mentally difficult for him to affect objects the further away their center of mass is from his. At about 250 meters, the headache he gets is too debilitating to push or pull. The earth’s center mass, at an average distance of over 6000 kilometers, is impossible for him to even attempt to affect.
- Safety features: Although not a hard limit on the amount of force he can apply with his telekinesis, his brain will subconsciously rebel against pushing hard enough to risk injury to his body. He can overcome this rebellion, but it is about as difficult as purposefully stabbing oneself or jumping from a significant height.
Skills
- Historical knowledge: Some people are a math or a science whiz. Jack is a history whiz, and a history buff. He got into history at an early age, and by this point usually knows enough to argue with his teachers about the legitimacy of his textbooks.
- Menacing look: He wouldn't hurt anybody in cold blood... at least, probably not, but something about his quiet speech and apparent emotionlessness makes people want to tell him everything he asks them to.
Flaws
- Gracelessness: Anyone who knows Jack doesn't have to look to see who dropped their books on the floor. It's not that he's particularly undexterous, he just seems to have the curse of the klutz.
- Awareness: He's not very good at noticing things. He tends to get distracted by tasks or projects, or even just examining objects. He once stayed at his desk writing about the Byzantine Empire for about thirty minutes after class was dismissed, right up until a janitor came in to kick him out.
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Theme Song:

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Karter Deveaux

--Power--

Ambient Telepathy

"Don't forget the Twelve Tribes of Israel." added Karter.

Jack had been thinking there was something he was forgetting. "Yes, and the Twelve Tribes of Israel. Although most history this far back comes from either archaeology or, in the case of the tribes of Israel, religious attestation, whi-"

"Which can be misleading." Karter finished, then said "Oh, sorry."

DEVEAUX, K

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Defense	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Agility	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Intelligence	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Willpower	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Energy	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01

Full Name
Karter Deveaux

Nicknames
None

Codename
Speculum

Gender
Male

Age
18

Rank
D Rank

Limiter
Inactive

Role
Student
Race
Caucasian

Hair
Brown

Eyes
Blue

Height
5'8"

Figure
Portly

Notes
Eyes lose color the fewer people are nearby
Agreeable
Whatever is being said, Karter is likely to agree wholeheartedly.

Indecisive
At times, Karter becomes very conflicted about things that don't really merit any serious thought. Like black licorice. He very rarely has a solid opinion on that.

Creepy
Whether or not they know the fine details of Karter's power, he tends to give people the heebie-jeebies. Himself included.

Dislikable
Seeing another person demonstrate all of your own imperfections is often more upsetting than being pestered by someone who is flawed in their own way. Even Karter's good traits tend to inspire nothing but annoyance from those around him. Karter doesn't mind.

History
Karter was a bright vivacious young man, the diplomatic kind of popular kid who can move easily between the shifting and treacherous cliques of elementary and middle school. This may have been an early manifestation of his powers, or it may have been just the way he was. He doesn’t remember any of that, and those who knew him then just remember him, when they think of him at all, as their best childhood friend who was never the same after the accident. He ran out into the street trying to save a dog from getting hit by a car.

The impact nearly killed him, putting him into coma for six months, and leaving him with what was initially diagnosed as a typical traumatic brain injury syndrome. His oddly intermittent recoveries depending on how many doctors were on the examining team, eventually pointed the way to an entirely new entry in both the medical literature, and the phenomenology of super genetics.

Since his ersatz recovery, he has done his best to put himself back together and be a productive member of society. Being essentially a permanent blank slate has not helped with this, and worse; when he is around people of a philosophical bent of mind he wonders whether the desire to become a productive member of society is even really his own. For better or for worse, he prefers the company of down to earth, straightforward thinkers to that of intellectuals. Intellectual stimulation just makes him depressed.
Agent Ray Wilson (handler)
Karter doesn't really have an opinion of Agent Wilson, because Wilson doesn't have an opinion of Karter. To Wilson, Karter is just another job for the Commonwealth, and to Karter, Wilson is just another accommodation made for him.

Ruth Deveaux (mother)
Karter loves his mother dearly, and she loves him just as well, but being with her makes him sad, and they miss who he used to be. He wishes he had just been more attentive that day, and maybe none of this would have happened.

Jean-Paul Deveaux (father)
Jean-Paul... disgusts would be a strong word, but he makes Karter uneasy. He knows he used to be so proud of him, but since the accident, Karter just kind of thinks of himself as kind of a freak. At least, when he's near his father.
Ambient Telepathy
Karter is able to hear the thoughts and background knowledge of everyone within approximately 50 feet of him.

Limitations
- Always on: Karter can't not hear the thoughts and background knowledge of everyone within approximately 50 feet of him.
- Neurophagus: He also can't wear a limiter. Karter borrows bits of brain activity from other people. Without anyone to borrow from, or with his power turned off, the only part of his brain that works on its own is the brain stem.
- Consensus: Karter's mind is an amalgamation of all the minds around him. He knows every piece of information that they know, no more or less, and thinks every thought that they think. When he leaves telepathy range of a person, he forgets everything they know, and even that he ever knew it. His personality shifts depending on who he's around.
- Can't transmit thoughts: While he can hear others' thoughts as clearly as speech, real speech or writing is his only means of communication.
- Blockage: Karter's telepathy is easily dampened by thick layers of certain materials, or thin layers of some dense materials. It is usually about half as effective through a wall, floor or ceiling, an eighth as effective through a sheet of almost any kind of metal, and is blocked absolutely by lead.
Skills
- Tests: Karter never gets an answer wrong on a test. He writes just what his teachers would if they took it themselves.
- Sounding board: One of the only practical applications of Karter's power is that he makes for a good listener, and oftentimes he can even spark an idea for you.
Flaws
- Confrontational: If the atmosphere turns hostile, Karter really has no choice but to join in.
- School: There's really no point in Karter going to school. He can't possibly learn anything, except temporarily, while he stands next to someone else. However, thus spake the bureaucracy.
Monitor: [Tool] Rather than a limiter, Karter has a homing beacon in case he wanders out of telepathic range and his handler somehow can't find him.
Theme Song:

Gus · Dec 23, 2018

Manami Hamasaki

Location: Locker Room -> Gym
Condition: Out of breath
Mood: Abashed, but excited

Manami sat in the cloud of steam, breathing deeply. The heat was somewhat uncomfortable, but she was learning to tolerate it, and the moisture in the air helped to clear her head. She wanted to be clear today, and make a good impression on Sempai Wolf. While not exactly sure that teaching was her best option long term, recent events had demonstrated that, blue card graduate or not, she was not ready for vigilante work. Not yet. Even Sensei Ward's class was too emotionally fraught, bringing her demons too close to the surface. So. PD it was. Gym class.

Manami didn't mind. Gym had always been her favorite part of facility 108. The one thing that was easy for her to understand. A comforting anchor, in spite of the constant rotation of staff assigned to teach it. And now she was being given a chance. Only as an assistant, but still.

It was something.

And she needed something. Something to do. Something to focus on. Something to take her out of her thoughts and force connection with others. Connection was good. Wallowing in her thoughts was... dangerous.

She shut off the shower nozzles, one by one, enjoying the wash of cool air coming in from the locker room as the blasting jets of hot water ceased. She closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the dripping of water echoing off the tiled walls, feeling the space around her, traced in sonic outline and then reflected over and over to infinity, like parallel mirrors in a dressing room.

She opened her eyes and reached for her gill-collar, shrugging it and the backpack of filtered sea water on over her sleek green onesie. She was ready. Time for class.

She looked at the clock.

"Kujira-kuso!"

Seconds later, she burst through the doors to the gym and skidded to a stop in an expanding cloud of steam. Trying not to pant, having bounded up the stairs four or five at a time, she gasped out:

"Sempai Wolf! I am here to help you teach! Sorry to be late... I am the worst!"

Gus · Dec 23, 2018

Lucas Marsolet

Location: Emotional Composure class
Condition: Roughly two inches tall.
Mood: Sheepish, but still trying.

Lucas flinched at the unfamiliar female voice shouting at him, his eyes flicking uselessly in the girl's general direction. He wondered if she was pretty. She sounded pretty. Imperious and rude usually went hand in hand with pretty, he'd noticed, back when he could still see. He muttered a barely audible "Sorry, I didn't know I was blocking your light." and slunk back to his seat, finding it more by dint of luck than from her directions, feeling his way with hands and feet. His face was burning hot as he folded himself awkwardly back into his chair's rickety embrace.

He tried to distract himself by listening to McNabb's question, but his speaking style was hard to follow, and social implosion was hard to put out of mind. By the time he had himself nearly under control other students were answering in staggering detail. From the answers, he was getting the gist of what the question had been. Hoping to keep the momentum going, and praying to god that he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself, he raised his hand, blurting out, "Wasn't Cleopatra around the same time as the Roman Empire? Well, like the first one? Or the middle one? Or something? Didn't Julius Caesar make a deal with her, or betray her or something?"

Maybe he was thinking of an old movie?

Tabarnak.

Bag o Fruit · Dec 24, 2018

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Catheryn Ali

--Power--

Stone Form

Ten minutes ago...

"We have a new Physical Discipline teacher for the summer, daddy!"

"..."

"Her name's Wolf. I heard she worked here before, but she left after they blew up the Political Powers class, I think."

"Mm, don't do that..."

Catheryn rolled her eyes. "Daddy, how would I even blow up a class? That happened in, like, January. Don't you remember when the bridge was closed for repairs?"

"Sure thing, darling." Catheryn's father pulled into the 108 parking lot and Catheryn hopped out enthusiastically, causing the pavement to crack on impact. "Alright, have a good day at school!" Her father barely finished before he pulled off and headed off to work.

Catheryn waved until he was out of sight, and took a couple of deep breaths. She could feel this was going to be a good day. A really good day. She turned, and headed into the Physical Discipline building.

Now...

Catheryn stood with the rest of the Physical Discipline class, in a smart-looking tracksuit, doing a few stretches. Stretching was different since her powers manifested. She weighed so much more now, but she was also a little bit stronger? Not enough to cover the difference. She still felt like she'd inherited a whole new body to grow into.

"Welcome to Physical Discipline. I'd say? Prepare for the worst." Her instructor broke the susurrus in the gymnasium space.

Catheryn sprang up and saluted, beaming with whimsy. "Yes ma'am, preparing for the worst, ma'am!" She liked gym classes; people didn't tend to expect her to be so quiet.

Suddenly, the door sprang open and the T.A bounded in. "Sempai Wolf! I am here to help you teach! Sorry to be late... I am the worst!"

"... I was not prepared." Catheryn said under her breath. She hoped The Worst was not considered shellfish, because if she had an allergic reaction to her T.A it was not going to be a really good day.

ALI, C

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	06
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Composure	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	03

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	3/4
Defense	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	1/7
Agility	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	2/1
Intelligence	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Willpower	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Energy	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01

Full Name
Catheryn Ali

Nicknames
Cat, Kid Rock

Codename
Granite

Gender
Female

Age
14

Rank
B Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 2

Role
Student
Race
African American

Hair
Black

Eyes
Dark gray

Height
5'3"

Figure
Pudgy

Notes
Weighs 259 pounds, shellfish allergy
Cheerful
Catheryn's default is chipper. She's a morning person, and an optimist.

Outspoken
When a thought enters Catheryn's head, it's usually due for a very short layover. She speaks out almost every chance she gets.

Self-conscious
The easiest way, and one of the only ways, to turn off Catheryn's cheerful mode is to embarrass her. Her voice, her clothes, her interests, all are very easily turned against her if she thinks others think they're stupid.

Proper
Catheryn believes in a certain way things ought to be: pencils in a box, mouth closed to chew, paper towels facing forward, etc. If someone else follows a conflicting way or no way at all, they risk getting an earful.

History
Although it only adopted the Ali family name a few generations ago, Catheryn's family history can be traced back over two hundred years to the Masons, one of the first free black families in Baltimore. Catheryn was raised upper middle class, sent to the Waldorf School of Baltimore, and ever-so-slightly spoiled by her parents.

According to them, at least. While they are kind enough, and supportive on occasions when supportiveness is the expectation, Catheryn isn't able to seize her parents' attention much of the time. Her father is a personal fitness trainer, usually too exhausted from work to interact with his daughter, and her mother is a civil defense lawyer who tends to take her work home with her. Most of the day-to-day attention she did get as a child was scolding, when she did something ranging from obviously dangerous, to irritating over long periods of exposure, to marginally improper.

She still loves her parents, though, and vies for their attention whenever she can get it. One of her biggest successes of the year was developing powers. She was on a golf course, about to be struck square in the face by a ball, when her skin suddenly turned to coarse stone and the ball shattered on her eye. Her parents and grandparents were ecstatically proud, and her cousins are all very impressed. While it hasn't changed her life plans as yet, she considers it one of the best things to have ever happened to her.
Rachel Ali (mother)
Catheryn loves her mother with all her heart, even if she doesn't see a lot of her. Rachel is very passionate about her work as a lawyer, which means she doesn't have a lot of time for Catheryn, but also that she is an empowering role model in Catheryn's life.

Raymond Ali (father)
As a personal trainer, Raymond tends to be able to spend more time with Catheryn than his wife of sixteen years. However, Raymond is equally passionate about his job and refused to stop working to watch Catheryn when she was younger, prefering to hire a babysitter when necessary until she grew old enough to take care of herself. Catheryn adores her father.

Dr. Nicole Richardson (grandmother)
A widow of eleven years, Doctor Richardson teaches political science at Goucher College. While she loves all her grandchildren, she cannot understand modern children's interests and has a hard time listening to them. She is slightly more distant to Catheryn now, since her powers were discovered, but fundamental love is still there.

Roberta Ali (grandmother)
Catheryn's fondest memories from her childhood are of going to Gran'ma Roberta's house, eating cookies and reading picture books in her big, poofy armchairs. These visits were unfortunately rare, and often did not last long, nor end well. For reasons she has yet to learn, her father does not have a very good relationship with his parents.

Adam Ali (grandfather)
Whenever she would visit her grandparents' house, she wouldn't see much of her grandfather. He spends most of his time sitting in his chair browsing the internet on his iPad or glaring at some spot on the wall. Her father once told her that he fought in the army a few years before he was born.

Cameron Richardson (cousin)
One of the twins, Cameron is a little more anxious than his brother Kyle, but still prone to mischief more often than not. In Catheryn's childhood, the boys alternated between co-conspirators and nuisances. Since the onset of her powers, however, they are firmly fixed in awed adoration of her.

Kyle Richardson (cousin)
Kyle is a little weirdo, and somewhat of a weirdness magnet. They still tell the story of the time he came running home pursued by a small cadre of raccoons. However, he's also very inventive. He first came up with the idea, which is now tradition at every extended family gathering, of having all the cousins and several of the adults play tug of war against Catheryn in her stone form.

Michael Ali (cousin)
Her only older cousin, Michael has always been someone for Catheryn to look up to, even if he is strange and distant. Michael recently confided in her his feelings of depression, and occasional thoughts of suicide. Catheryn of course suggested he seek help, but doesn't think he has yet. In truth, it felt like a surreal rite of passage for her to be the one giving advice to him, and not the other way around.

Zeke Brown (cousin)
At the age of six, Michael and Catheryn's younger cousin Zeke is still very much the baby of the family. He wants so badly to play with Michael and Catheryn and the twins at every opportunity, but they operate on a very different field of play from Zeke's, and tend to send him back inside to play with toys by himself. It still burdens Catheryn's heart with guilt every time, and when they are alone, she tries to make up for it by letting him use her stone form like a jungle gym.
Stone Form
Catheryn has the power to instantaneously change her flesh and muscle mass into a compound with the texture and appearance of granite, but with greater mobility and durability.

Limitations
- Conservation of mass: Her mass remains the same in or out of granite form, meaning even as a flesh-and-blood person she weighs as much as she would if she were made of granite. While her normal strength allows her movement to be unhindered by the weight, she cannot swim or stand on thin surfaces.
- Concrete shoes: Greater mobility than granite isn't saying much. She's able to move and walk around in her stone form, but not well. Her maximum speed is about 2.4 miles per hour, due not so much to the weight of the granite as the rigidity. Her joints also make an awful grinding sound.
- Dissimilar processes: While she's able to turn into granite at the speed of her own reaction time, changing back from granite takes a record minimum of eight seconds, and does not happen uniformly. Her flesh will return as if spreading out from a few points on her body, the placement of which she cannot choose.
Skills
- Sketching: Catheryn has always had talent with a pencil, excelling in art classes since she was 7 years old. When she doesn't get what's going on in class, she usually doodles in her notes, which leads to more instances of her not getting what's going on in class.
- Fashion and beauty: Not averse to 'girly' activities, Catheryn keeps up with the latest clothing, makeup and hairstyles in her circles.
- First-aid: While her mother believes this is a phase, she is better than the average 14-year-old at making simple diagnoses, setting broken bones and dressing flesh wounds. Her current career aspiration is to be a veterinarian and a doctor at the same time.
- Scheduling and organization: As one who likes to have plans well in advance, Catheryn keeps multiple planners and makes a note of every party, trip and event. Still, she sometimes forgets obligations.
Flaws
- Sense of direction: She could be a block from her house and have no idea how to get there. According to her mother, at least. No one has tested this.
- Detecting lies: Catheryn tends to take people at their word, unless the fact that they're lying is just logically obvious.
None
Theme Song:

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Jasmine Bennett

--Power--

Smoke-Transmitted Teleportation

Jasmine cackled, and nudged Catheryn "Are you, like, new to this whole superheroes thing?" To Manami, she continued. "You're not late, the teacher just started class. That's how it works here, right? That's how it worked at 110."

Until it friggin' broke... she thought. Worst day evvvveerrrrr. 110 was way better kept than this disaster. Plus, the staff was way chiller too. They didn't used to have this 'coming to class in the middle of the summer' bullshit. Wait... did they? No, wait, yeah, they did. she scoffed Still bullshit.

BENNETT, J

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Order	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Proaction	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Strength	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Defense	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Agility	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Intelligence	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Willpower	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Energy	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03

Full Name
Jasmine Bennett

Nicknames
Jazzy

Codename
Smokebomb

Gender
Female

Age
18

Rank
C Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 1

Role
Student
Race
Caucasian

Hair
Brown

Eyes
Brown

Height
5'8"

Figure
Wiry

Notes
Carries medical cannabis license for anorexia
Friendly
Jasmine is as nice to a stranger as she is a lifetime friend. One has a tendency to become the other.

Forgetful
Jasmine might own a calendar... or a planner, or something like that. It might be under a stack of... something. Or maybe she accidentally put it in the box of pizza again?

Contrarian
If you have a statement, Jasmine has a counterexample. Doesn't really matter what the statement is.

Insensitive
While she's friendly as much as she can be, she has a bad habit of defaulting to the assumption that everybody has thick skin. She really hates that she does that.

History
When Jasmine was 13, she was diagnosed with potentially life-threatening anorexia and prescribed medical cannabis. Her parents, as open-minded Gen Z'ers, were all for the prescription and ready to act as her caregivers, but Jasmine herself was more than a little apprehensive. She grew up with exposure to a lot of antiquated 'drugs are bad' PSAs that still put 'marijuana' on the same lists as opioids and fentanyl. But between the approval of a licensed doctor and the support of her parents, she agreed to start taking it, and has never looked back. Not only has her anorexia receded into distant memory, her overall level of stress and anxiety have lowered significantly, and she actually found that her grades went up when she started handling the pressure better.

That changed a year ago, when she met Justin. She had decided to go to a seniors' graduation party, and he had just graduated. He was really nice to her that night, and for a few weeks after that. Her parents thought he was a decent enough kid, and he was even great with Lily. But he got more and more emotionally abusive and manipulative as the months went by. Soon he was pressuring her into sharing her prescription, isolating her from her friends, taking her to parties and getting jealous when he caught her talking to anyone.

Despite his attempt to mediate every interaction she had, she still made friends with some of his friends, mostly the ones who were concerned about her and her relationship with him. One night, they invited her to a party without him and she decided to go. She was having the best time in a long time until he showed up, obviously drunk, and demanding she leave immediately. They argued, and her friends came to her defense. He tried to slap her...

Plenty of the people at the party had been smoking; the room was basically a hotbox. She vanished, and reappeared next to the door. Before she started processing what happened, she ran out and got a ride home from their designated driver. The way she hears it, Justin just got more aggressive until somebody kicked him in the crotch and excommunicated him from the group.

That was a few months ago, now. While she's still a little shaken, she's told her parents about what happened and started going to therapy with some middle-aged woman who's super chill about the weed thing. Her grades have gone back up, she's as happy as she used to be, and she quickly grew into her powers with some practice at Facility 110. Although, she guesses it's 108 now, since the incident.
Daisy Bennett (mother)
Jasmine's mom is pretty cool. She has a tendency to reference stuff she did or situations she was in when she was younger, which always sound either extremely cool or super messed up, but she never elaborates and Jasmine is kept guessing.

Morgan Del Toro (father)
Morgan was a stay-at-home dad for Jasmine and Lily. He's a super good cook and keeps his cool, like, all the time. Looking back on it, Jasmine doesn't know how he dealt with most of her childhood.

Lily Bennett (sister)
Lily and Jasmine fight sometimes, but mostly they get along really well. Jasmine was excited about being a cool big sister, and in seven years she's gotten pretty good it.

Spencer Moore (friend)
Spencer is really soft-spoken and nice to everybody. They go to a college in the city, so they still have time to hang out with Jasmine and their friends from high school. They don't drink or smoke, but they don't have a problem when people do, even near them. They're the best designated driver in the world, so the group tells them frequently and over-enthusiastically.

Wyatt Williams (friend)
A C-rank with enhanced healing and toughness, Wyatt is the daredevil of the group. He learned to do backflips and handstands and stuff even before his powers manifested, and now he just does stupid shit like climbing drain pipes all the time because he knows he'll be fine. He went to Facility 109, but graduated at the start of the summer without a blue card. He knows he's not responsible enough for superhero stuff.

Liam Miller (friend)
Liam's family is super rich for some reason, and he doesn't think anything of paying for food, drinks, weed, gas, whatever. Jasmine usually pays for herself, but when it's more convenient to just have one bill, or she doesn't have any cash to contribute, she's not averse to accepting a little generosity.

Justin Grant (ex)
Oh FUCK no. He's already sent like five 'I miss you' texts but his ass is OUT of her life.
Smoke-Transmitted Teleportation
As long as Jasmine is fully inside a cloud of smoke, she can teleport to anywhere within any cloud of smoke within fifteen meters of her position.
- Smoke sense: After teleporting, Jasmine can sense the location of smoke clouds within her teleportation range.
- Teleportation delay: Jasmine can choose to not reappear after she teleports. Her record for time between disappearance and reappearance is twenty minutes, and she claims she could have gone longer but got bored.
Limitations
- Smoke specifications: Smoke from certain sources does not work with Jasmine's power. The list is as yet incomplete, but 'chemical' smokes such as those from burning plastic or other inorganic compounds tend to be useless. In addition, the smoke cloud must be of a certain thickness, and able to fit Jasmine's body entirely inside it. When she reappears, it is always in a position that will fit inside the cloud, i.e, in smaller clouds she reappears in the foetal position.
- Can't see: After disappearing and before reappearing, Jasmine can only see the location and shape of smoke clouds.
- Anchored: After Jasmine disappears, she cannot change the range of her reappearance. She describes it as being stuck in a dark, fifteen-meter-radius world. If all suitable smoke clouds disperse from the radius before she reappears, she is trapped in that world.
Skills
- Smoking: I mean, c'mon.
- Games: Jasmine usually loses a game the first time she plays, and then never again. Sometimes, she doesn't even understand how she's winning, she just rides dumb luck.
Flaws
- Math: Jasmine aces English, history and even science classes, no problem, but math beyond geometry is like reading a language from another galaxy. What even is X anyway?
- Hemophobic: Dissecting a pig? Pointless and probably illegal by now, but whatever, she can do it. Needle prick? Jasmine is out for the count. No blood, please and thank you.
Smokebombs: [Tool] She usually carries three in her bag. They're capable of filling an AEGIS classroom with smoke in about fifteen seconds, but outdoors they don't always disperse to her liking.
Theme Song:

Bag o Fruit · Dec 24, 2018

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Ken'ichi Akiyama

--Power--

Hallucikinesis

Ken sat in the back of the E.C classroom, using his illusion to appear normal. He couldn't really think of anything he knew about ancient history, and the kid at the front of the class seemed to have the topic covered, so he resolved to just sit out the rest of the class and listen for something useful. So far, there wasn't much, which was pretty disappointing. Really, why waste time here?

But after Lucas mentioned something about pyramids, the girl over at the side of the room had shouted about not having enough light. That was something he could set his mind to. He reached out a hand to her and increased her perception of the brightness in the room. Then he realized he had dropped his first illusion, and now sat revealed for the red-skinned, big-toothed... well, the demon that he really was.

At this point, though, he had already committed to the illusion of brightness. If he switched back now, he could look normal, but he would also look stupid. He buckled down, maintained the illusion for Juliana, and just hoped nobody would look back at him for the rest of class. Thinking about what might happen if they did, he shrank back in his seat.

This was going to be a long class.

AKIYAMA, K

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Order	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Composure	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Defense	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Agility	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Intelligence	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Willpower	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Energy	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06

Full Name
Ken'ichi Haruki Akiyama

Nicknames
Ken, Kenneth

Codename
Oni

Gender
Male

Age
16

Rank
A Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 3

Role
Student
Race
Japanese American

Hair
Black

Eyes
Red

Height
6'8"

Figure
Between muscular and heavy

Notes
Skin looks unhealthily red, teeth are abnormally large, eyes glow.
Eager
Ken is ready to help with anything that needs doing, even if there isn't really room for anyone else to help.

Overconfident
Sometimes his first trait gets him into trouble, as his own capabilities aren't the first thing he factors into starting a task.

Shy
As friendly as he is, he is usually pretty quiet unless he knows whoever he's talking to very well (he has a bit of a stutter and his teeth don't fit well in his mouth).

Irritable
Too many or too much of a minor annoyance could throw Ken into what some might call a rage.

History
Ever since Ken can remember his family has had a complicated relationship with their history and cultural status. After seven generations in America, his parents both feel it is long past time the family integrated into mainstream culture and left the insular ways of the ‘old country’ in the dust.

For all four of his grandparents, however, and about half of his uncles aunts and cousins, this is anathema. America, they claim, has no culture. It can produce no culture because its people are amnesiac. Tradition is the best guidepost through life, especially in as chaotic and fractious a place as America.

Ken isn’t sure what to think about any of that, but he loves both his parents and his grandparents. America is the only home he has ever known. He has no desire to return to Japan. And yet. His martial studies with his grandpa stir something in him. Doing tea ceremony and flower arranging with his grandmothers gives him a profound sense of peace and purpose.

He is a child of two cultures, and he doesn’t know what to do about the familial divide. What is wrong with taking the best of both? Since his gene manifestation, the family is divided over him as well. Some feel revulsion, some feel awe. All find it curious how very tied to traditional ideas of demonology his powers seem to be.
Noboru Akiyama (father)
Noboru is a very passionate person, about his beliefs and about his emotions. He often butts heads with his parents, and Ken probably inherited his short temper.

Kaori Akiyama (mother)
Ken's mother is just as strong as her husband, and filled with drive and energy. She rearranges their home about once a month.

Tamiko & Naoki Akiyama (grandparents)
Tamiko is a fairly quiet woman, but Naoki speaks loudly and with purpose when he has something to say. Noboru probably inherited his short temper, and Naoki says he got it from his father.

Daichi Akiyama (uncle)
The firstborn, Daichi was always the most obedient of the Akiyama children, although that was not a particularly high bar to clear. He fights with Noboru as much as their parents do.

Marion & Shin'ichi Akiyama (aunt & uncle)
Tamiko and Naoki were less than enthusiastic about their son marrying an American woman, but that just made Shin'ichi all the more dedicated to the idea.

Miki Akiyama (cousin)
Miki follows after her parents in their rebellious nature, which can be almost as distressing to her parents as it is her grandparents.

Kyo & Aoi Ito (grandparents)
Kyo and Aoi weren't happy about their Kaori marrying Noboru. They think he's a bad influence on her. But, they are glad to know Naoki and Tamiko. They're sensible people.

Moe Ito (aunt)
Moe and Kaori always had a good relationship as sisters, as they were about a year apart, and Kaori was almost ten years older than Aina and twelve years older than Haruko. However, they cannot agree on whether to become more American.

Aina Ito (aunt)
Aina was always the quiet child, and only since it has been brought up at family gatherings has she openly defied her parents, siding with Kaori and her husband over the

Haruko & Katsuro Sato (aunt & uncle)
Haruko married Katsuro right out of high school, and waited on him to graduate college. It was still many years before they were able to have children. Katsuro agrees with Kyo and Aoi about adhering to tradition, and Haruko follows her husband.

Yori Sato (cousin)
Yori recently celebrated his first birthday. Ken really likes him, because he doesn't seem to be frightened of his appearance at all. If anything, cousin Ken's big teeth make him laugh.
Hallucikinesis
Ken can create subtle illusions in people's minds. He could alter his or others' appearance, visually, auditorily, or tactually. He could cause others' minds to ignore his presence, rendering him essentially invisible.
- Illusory enhancement: Through clever, surgical illusion, Ken can make himself appear stronger or faster by making his enemies' minds expect him to overpower them, or slowing down his enemies' mental processes, respectively.
- Hypersenses: Ken can see through his own illusions, of course, and certain illusions created by other people. He also possesses minutely enhanced senses of vision, hearing, and smell.
Limitations
- Strong minds: Other psychics and particularly iron-willed individuals can often see through Ken's illusions. They are also useless against robots with sensory capabilities.
- One at a time: Ken can't be invisible and appear fast at the same time, or appear scary and maintain calm in his enemies at the same time. Even maintaining two simultaneous illusions that don't contradict each other is extremely strenuous, if not impossible.
- Call bluff: If, for example, Ken is faking super strength and can't open a stuck door, his victim's minds will start to rebel against the illusion and quickly reject it, revealing him to have only slightly above-average strength. If he appears to be someone else and acts too strangely, or if he's perceptually invisible and knocks something over, people will soon see him for who he is.
Skills
- Fighting: Whether martial arts or just punching, Ken's 'Kendo attitude' (a joke he secretly enjoys) comes in useful a lot of the time.
- Naturalism: Ken has spent his summers camping as far back as he can remember. If you dropped him in the middle of nowhere with no equipment at all, he'd have a fire going by nightfall.
Flaws
- Public speaking: Or small talk, singing out loud, eye contact... Between the lisp and the appearance, Ken learned to fear interaction from a very young age.
- Cultural fluency: For whatever reason, Ken never realizes what everyone is getting into until they've moved on. He usually watches the latest binge series about two years after it releases.
Thermos: [Tool] Ken carries around a metal water bottle he likes. As designed, it carries water. As its designers probably never saw coming, he sometimes makes it look like a club and waves it threateningly at people.

Necessity4Fun · Dec 30, 2018

Kendrick Haywood

Location: AEGIS Facility 108 - Gym
People Around: Wolfie, Hamasaki Manami and presumably some new students
Interactions: B Bag o Fruit (Wolf),

Gus (Manami)

Today's Toys: Ted, Monty, Halley, Borealis, Azure and Maverick.

Oh. Uhhh, this is a bit, awkward...

While wandering through the rebuilt corridors of facility 108, it was really hard to not enter a reflective state, to look back on how much things had changed in such a short time, well, short when one put a couple months against the past 15 years of his life. Living on Anneliese's apartment wasn't bad, just a lot of adaptation. For starters, it was small. Smaller than he was used to at least, rooms without superfluous space in them, almost no echo and even the ceiling stood lower than the household's. Thankfully, Kendrick wasn't claustrophobic or that would have been the worst time possible to discover it!

The first few weeks had been, difficult.

In the start, the teenager would wake up in the morning into a room he didn't know and promptly sit up in alarm until he could recall the current circumstances. Maybe if he had been able to organize his belongings in a more familiar fashion in the new bedroom it wouldn't have come across as such a shock but the lack of space and shelves made it into an impossible task. Even once all of the space had been properly filled up some of the cardboard boxes had remained in the corner, filled with toys that no longer had shelves to be placed onto.
The limited space, however, hadn't been all bad, inspiring the need for a 'spring cleaning'. With more time than ever, Kendrick had discovered the magical world of digital shopping, or in this case, digital selling! The target? A collection of watches that got few to no use whatsoever. For some reason, rich people really like to gift those, which, to him, never made any sense since everyone had phones these days that could tell the hour... As result, he had amassed a massive drawer of them over time. So he had announced them online in case some watch enthusiasts or whatever showed up. The response had been quicker and bigger than expected, apparently, some of these weren't produced anymore and were in really good shape? In the span of a month, the box of watches had dwindled by half and Kendrick found himself with about 50 thousand dollars extra.

Other problems that had emerged were due to schedules, since the boy was used to waking up by 6 AM every single day and being in bed at 9 PM, which was very unusual; The almost infinite free time, which had turned out to be oddly stressful because he honestly didn't know what to do with it; And some more, personal matters, such as how Kendrick would expect to be lectured every time he made a mistake. For example, being in the kitchen had been a first for him, and though it was easy to grasp what the devices in it did, learning how to effectively use them took a scientist's approach and experimenting.
One morning he had tried making pancakes following a recipe from the internet. Everything had been done just as it was written, except for the fact that the pan he had chosen wasn't ideal for the task... Informing Anneliese what had happened to her pan had taken quite an effort to do.

By now though, a lot of these had been smoothed over, others he had just gotten used to, --even if Kendrick still missed having a piano to his disposition--, and some things have been talked out. If anything, he felt a lot... lighter. At the same time that having the freedom to spend his time willy-nilly was scary, having that same freedom to be exactly who he wanted to be was exceptionally refreshing. Of course, old habits died hard and such a big change would take time, but! He could go gradually dropping the act now, into a more relaxed version of himself. Sometimes just the prospect of it could almost bring him to joyful tears...

However, the teenager once again fell into the dilemma of time. Without enough places to go, for lack of knowing them, Kendrick had gotten used to come to 108 with Anneliese every morning and then, just stay in a corner of her office all day. It was odd, but even with everything that had happened the facility just felt, safe and familiar. The only thing that had remained a constant in his daily-life and even if it had been attacked, destroyed and now reconstructed it just felt like his place. A beacon of order in the messy chaos that both in life and his own mind were lately... Questions that piled up overnight and we're yet to be answered. He was confused and lost, yet also relieved and hopeful. What a weird combination of feelings it was.

And then without rhyme nor reason, he had decided to wander out. Grab his belongings, let Anneliese know to expect him back once the bell indicating the end of classes rang and walked outside, just some walk without destination in the company of Ted... That was, until he had passed near the Gym and heard a voice he had not expected to. Wolfie was back?! What- Had he ever received such an information? He could not recall it, but the day he turned away from greeting his old friend would be the day Hell would freeze over! And it would not be today!

"Hey! If it isn't my favorite rubber strap! Finally decided to show up again, huh? Oh well, better latex than never~", Kendrick had announced loudly with a grin, having stood right beside the door with his arms crossed, once he had stepped inside the room, "Do you mind if I sit and watch your class today? I swear to not get in the way, I've just missed th-"

That's when someone slammed the door open out of nowhere only stopping after a foot or so further in. Both the surprise and the cloud of steam slowly dissipated and the teenager had nearly choked on his next words once he had seen who it was! Ted, how had been sitting on his shoulder all this time had also reacted, covering its mouth with its limbs in response.

Of course, he did recall something about Manami signing up for being a T.A. and he would have checked on her earlier in other circumstances but... Moving out, organizing all his things, getting used to living a whole different new place... He hadn't been able to keep track and the thought had gotten lost somewhere in the ocean of all of the other ones... He had so many questions for her, wanted to know where she had been, if she felt any better, maybe give her an update on his own situation if she would listen! But then again... Last time they had been together a plethora of things had gone wrong and Kendrick wasn't really sure of how to even begin interacting with her once more.

Should he stay quiet? Try and turn around? Wait, who was he kidding, it was too late to turn around... Also, this was Manami. No matter what she had been through, she was still the same cheerful, kind-hearted and inspiring Manami he knew, right? So, staying quiet? No... That didn't seem right either. If he wanted to save this friendship, he would need to get more assertive. Come on, it's not like there's anything stopping him this time:

"It's good to see you too, Manami. Always in high spirits, I see."

Well, an effort had been made. At least that much could be considered true...

Bag o Fruit · Jan 2, 2019

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Wolf Higgins

--Power--

Extreme Elasticity

Necessity4Fun

Gus

Wolf rolled her eyes at Kendrick's attempts at puns and grinned. "Course you can, kid!" She stretched an arm out to him for a fist bump. "Hell, I might throw you in with the lesson plan. If you're not against unpaid teaching assistance." Along with the rest of the room, she then turned to look at Manami.

She held up a hand, shaking her head and smiling a little, so as to say there was no need for apology. She turned back to her class and looked them over. The short one was bubbly, not troublesome, but might get on her nerves after a couple days. The other girl, well... she seemed a little like she might turn out to be a basket case. Never thought she'd have an issue with those, but after Travis... Could never tell. The rest of the class hadn't piped up yet. They seemed very manageable, so far.

"Alright class. Who's ready..." an ominous look flashed through Wolf's eyes "... for a relay race?"

Gus · Jan 2, 2019

Manami Hamasaki

Location: Gym
Mood: Fragile

As she continued her power-walk into the room, she suddenly caught sight of Kendrick by the main entrance. The shock of recognition and pleased surprise shot through her brain, raising both her arms in an almost spasmodic reflex, attempting something between an awkward two handed wave and a vague invitation to hug.

Kendi doesn't hug

"Kendi-kun, I am so hap-" she began, twisting slightly at the waist to face him. This proved to be a tactical error as her feet kept walking toward Wolf. The twist of the hips made the one foot veer off course slightly, tripping up the other. Still unused to the extra weight of the gill collar and backpack filter, she sprawled full on her face, skidding to a stop just shy of the painted court lines.

There is the sound of roaring fire and pounding rain. Hooks bite into her flesh.
She could get up. But really, what would be the point?
There is nothing now.
No more.
Please?

She lurched to her feet, pausing to carefully make unnecessary adjustments to the gill collar, covering for avoiding looking at anyone while she recovered her composure.

Her gills fluttered with the effort, though hidden by the thick green glass of the circulation tubes.

"This is now." she thought fiercely. "That day is gone. The hurt cannot touch me today. Kendi is my friend and I am happy to see him. Sempai needs me. Keep. It. Together!"

Physically unable to produce tears, she had no need for the tell-tale human gesture of wiping the eyes. She could fake the rest, well enough to fool the students at least. She plastered on her toothiest grin and pressed her palms to her cheeks. "Oh my gosh, I am so clumsy on land! Sorry again Sempai! Kendi, it has been for-EV-er and EV-er! It is so good to see you! And Teddy too!" She hurried over to her friend heedless of his slightly creepy teddy-bear, hands out for clasping in a hearty, and yet perfectly proper, double handshake.

Bag o Fruit · Jan 4, 2019

Alexander Clarke

Gus

Necessity4Fun "Alright son, ready for your first day?" Alexander's father adjusted his shirt.

"I think so."

"You're probably gonna see some animals out there. What are you gonna do with them?"

"Not hunt."

His father nodded "That's right. Now, if there are too many people around you and you need to be alone, what do you do?"

"... Make friends with them?"

"Well... I guess that might work, yeah."

"Are you sure I can't take Bulldog with me?"

He shook his head. "Absolutely sure. People in cities don't walk around with swords. Now remember-" he put his hand on Alexander's shoulder, and Alexander helpfully leaned down to eye-level for him. "- this is your education. Spend your time wisely at that facility, and learn as much as you can. The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it."

"I promise, dad." Alexander smiled. "I'm gonna learn everything there is to know about being a superhero!"

Alexander sat at his desk in Emotional Composure, extremely confused. He didn't imagine being a superhero was going to involve... ancient history?

He was glad of the dim lighting in the classroom, which let him take his sunglasses off. The desks were pretty comfortable. The people seemed nice... mostly. But the class? He had no idea who or what half of the things the others were talking about could possibly be, and he certainly didn't know what it had to do with saving people, or composing your emotions.

He had heard some of the terms from his dad before. Egyptians, Cleopatra, pyramids, Phoenicians, Mediterranean, Greek... but he couldn't say that he remembered much about what any of them were. Maybe they had something to do with some of the other stuff he used to go on about.

"Uhh, pardon me? Would Emerson have been... before, or after Cleopatra?"

CLARKE, A

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰	09
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Strength	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Defense	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Agility	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Intelligence	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Willpower	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Energy	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01

Full Name
Alexander Henry Clarke

Nicknames
Beach Boy

Codename
N/A

Gender
Male

Age
15

Rank
A Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 3

Role
Student
Race
Olive complexion

Hair
Dark Brown

Eyes
Blue

Height
6' 3"

Figure
Exceptionally fit

Notes
Has odd discrepancies from standard physical structure.
Selfless
Alex is well suited to heroism, concerned always with defending the defenseless, even at his own expense.

Good natured
Witty, charismatic and understanding, Alex keeps his friends close and... manages not to fight his enemies.

Overconfident
It doesn't always do him good that he will charge headfirst into danger. He hasn't yet grasped his own mortality.

Short tempered
Sometimes, he just gets pissed off. Usually at things rather than people, but it's best to back off in any case.

History
Alexander's sleek, spherical bronze cradle washed up on the beach in northern Labrador, Canada, in early August of 2026. Liam Clarke, log cabin resident (he was a fan of Thoreau) and twenty-one-year-old, found him sleeping inside. The cradle had left no marks in the sand, despite sitting matter-of-factly imbedded almost an inch in the sand, just feet from the shoreline. Liam attempted to remove the mysterious infant from the cradle but was attacked by a sword, which extended from the lip of the cradle and patrolled it a few times before sliding back in. The method by which straight metal retracted into a curved surface still escapes Liam.

Unable to leave the baby in the cold or take it out, Liam tentatively decided to take the death-trapped cradle home with him. Once there, he discovered he was able to remove its contents without its objection. He considered bringing the child to an orphanage, but the closest town being Makkovik, and he being without transportation, the option seemed more life-threatening to the child than not. And besides, something about the boy, whom he named Alexander after his late grandfather, stirred in him a fatherly love.

Alexander grew up quickly, a somewhat rambunctious child. Liam taught him to hunt with a bow, which soon became their primary food source, due as much to Alexander's natural skill as his appetite. Liam educated to the best of his ability as a two-year liberal arts major.

On the day Alexander came home carrying a bear he killed with a punch to the snout, it became clear that he had superpowers. Liam decided it was best for the two of them to return to his home in Delaware and seek schooling at AEGIS.
Liam Clarke
Liam was born and raised in Baltimore. If you can call it 'raised'. His mother died when he was very young, and his father fell into depression for most of Liam's life. Liam had to get by on his own labor, and at the age of 16 ran away to a friend's house, where he stayed, enduring verbal abuse at the behest of his friend's own dysfunctional parentage for about a year. He came home to support his father, who was dying of liver failure. He left when his father died, and went to a state college on nothing but inheritance. After two years of study in literature, he decided to venture into the Canadian wilderness and live a hermit's life, presuming he would die there. He might have, were it not for later events.

Bulldog
Alexander's sword, which seems to recognize its owner. It models a xiphos (as was discovered when the Clarkes ventured back into range of WiFi), except for an empty space in the center and point-facing rockets on the cross-guard.

Irene Talen
Liam's aunt (mother's sister) reached out to him when he came back down to the US. They've been living in a small space near the city, with her as their landlady.
Enhanced human abilities
Alexander is superhumanly gifted at anything a normal person can physically do. He can leap clean over two-story buildings, punch through cinderblock walls, heal naturally from many lethal wounds, swim up to 30 mph, and hold his breath for about an hour.
- Hypersenses: Although not quite at necessarily superhuman levels, Alexander has exceptional power-based sight and hearing.
Limitations
- Nutrition: To support his strenuous function, Alexander consumes about twice as much as the average person per day.
- Sleep: A normal boy his age functions best with about 9-13 hours of sleep. He functions best with 12-16.
- Bright light: Alexander's eyes seem better adjusted to darkness than light, and he is forced to wear sunglasses to see in the afternoon.
Skills
- Sword-fighting: Although Liam was not exactly the best sword-work tutor for Alexander, Bulldog was. If Alexander willed it, Bulldog would propel itself through forms, allowing Alexander to commit the techniques to muscle memory. Theoretically.
- Archery: Alexander made quite the hunter, with unusually keen hearing and dark-vision, and in the Canadian wilderness there was always an excuse to practice bagging elk.
- Survival: Identifying animal tracks and scat, starting fires in the bitter cold with twigs and rocks, navigation through the woods, foraging, bushcraft, etc. All these Alexander picked up in years of northern living.
- Literature: As much as Liam talked about Thoreau, Emerson, Margaret Fuller, Hemingway, Rand, Jane Austen and so on and so on, it was difficult for Alexander not to pick up a substantial knowledge of the great writers, poets, and their opuses.
Flaws
- 2040 culture: Alexander was born and raised with no internet and no phone in one of the most remote areas in North America. The last Liam had seen of the world to tell Alexander about was the year 2025. Neither of them has any idea what's going on in current events, and Alexander is still piecing together that there's more to life than hunting and listening to his father.
- Actual education: All Alexander knows he learned from his father, who wasn't the greatest high school student.
Bulldog: [Weapon] Bulldog seems to have some form of AI, which seems to be for the sole purpose of protecting Alexander.

Bow: [Weapon] A recurve bow carved from the branch of a red maple and strung with tightly woven caribou sinew. Alexander made it himself, on his 13th birthday.
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Bag o Fruit · Jan 9, 2019

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Deja Charles

--Power--

Mass Transferal

Deja arrived on time to Physical Discipline class and warmed herself up as the instructors and students spoke. Mid-lunge, she furrowed her brow. "A relay race?" This was definitely her strong suit. But then, she wondered how a relay race would be different to train supers for their blue cards. It could be fun. But it could be dangerous. She looked around for others who might not be able to handle it.

CHARLES, D

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	2/3/4
Defense	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	1/2/4
Agility	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	3/2/1
Intelligence	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Willpower	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Energy	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03

Full Name
Deja Charles

Nicknames
Day, Charlie

Codename
Caber

Gender
Female

Age
15

Rank
C Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 1

Role
Student
Race
African American

Hair
Black

Eyes
Purple

Height
5'10"

Figure
140 pounds, wiry

Notes
Unclear why eyes are purple
Maternal
Deja is the 'mom friend'. She always has a supply of bandaids, snacks, an extra phone charger, and even sunscreen. She can't help but take a friend under her wing if they're having a bad day, or an ongoing crisis.

Tidy
Deja likes to keep her living and working spaces organized, if not clean. She has had some unpleasant experiences with losing things.

Guileless
Not a person for many words, Deja sticks to the facts or her honest opinion.

Blunt
Of course, that sometimes means she can be a little cruel if she thinks someone needs tough love or a calling out.

History
Deja got herself legally emancipated shortly after her Commonwealth testing, and lives in a subsidized housing complex for young supers on Sparrows Point. She works several jobs to pay her share of the rent and groceries, but she doesn’t mind it much. Her connection to her biological family felt wrong to her from an early age, and finding out she had the super gene merely confirmed for her that she was better off on her own, seeking her ‘logical’ family.

Her father ran out on them when she was two and her mom remarried almost immediately. Her stepfather treated her… adequately. She never wanted for anything tangible. It was the intangibles though, that made a real impression on her. They had their own family, eventually, after years of IVF treatments, and Deja became a sort of relic of the past. A past better not talked about. She was simply a fact, and was acknowledged as such. Facts don’t get affection, or even really attention most of the time. They just are.

So now she is out of their lives and ready to start her own. And if there is one thing life has taught her so far it is that people need taking care of. And if there is one secret underlying that fact it is this: physical care means little without the sense of caring behind it.
LaVona Lauden (mother)
She thinks she understands why her mother is cool to her. She is a memento of a failed relationship. There are hints too, that it was an abusive relationship. Nothing definite. Just implied by the way her mother has never really looked at her that she can recall. And that’s fine, really. She doesn’t want to haunt her mother like a ghost. And she is finally free to stop being made to feel like one.

Albert Lauden (stepfather)
Kind of a douche-bag, but only in the boring normal step-dad sort of way. Ham-handed with discipline, blatantly favoring his own blood, that sort of thing. He’d be the stuffed shirt character in a late TwenCen family comedy. Now that she is getting her own spin-off, though, he’s not her problem.

Celia Lauden (half-sister)
At ten years old, Celia is on the cusp of who she is going to become. Of all her biologicals, Celia is the one she would take with her if she could. She is flighty and temperamental and rolls her eyes way, way, way too much for someone with so little experience of the world. But at least she reads. There is a spark of something in her that is lacking in her parents. Something curious and adventurous that Deja is worried will get smothered without her around anymore to fan it to flame.

Albert Jr. (half-brother)
At eight, it is already clear who Albert Jr is going to be, and it is all in the name. Her nickname for him is Apple, which the rest of the family thought was funny, but only because boring normal step-dad douche bag seems like a good goal to them. He is the center of the family’s universe, and he knows it. His head already barely fits through doors, and he hasn’t even hit puberty yet. The scale of his entitlement by the time he hits his teens does not bear thinking about.

Stephen Charles (father)
She googled him once, a few years back, just to see. There are four entries, one of which is as close as central Pennsylvania. That is farther than she is prepared to reach out at this time.
Mass Transferal
Deja can make an object lighter or heavier from a distance of up to 20 meters. This allows her to throw an object while it is very light and make it very heavy just before the end of its trajectory, making the impact far more damaging.
- Lightfoot: By making another object heavier, Deja becomes lighter, which can allow her to jump further or higher and run faster.
- Heavyweight: By making a heavy object lighter, Deja becomes heavier. This allows her to punch in the same way as her thrown weapons, and she becomes harder, making her more painful to strike.
Limitations
- One at a time: Deja can't effect an object as long as some of her mass is instilled in another object or another object's mass is still in her. This keeps her from siphoning mass from multiple objects at once.
- Limit to levity: The closer an object gets to weightless, the more indignant the laws of physics get. Deja cannot take more than about 90% of an object's mass.
- Conservation: Deja instills objects with her own weight, meaning she cannot add more than about 126 pounds (90% of her own mass) to an object. Also, the heavier she becomes, the harder it is for her to move, and the lighter she becomes, the weaker she gets.
- Butterfingers Deja needs direct line of sight on an object in order to exchange its mass. If Deja moves further away than 20 meters, she cannot return an object's mass to her or vis versa. If she loses an object, she is stuck with her mass until the effect wears off on its own, which usually takes 12-24 hours.
Skills
- Acrobatics: Deja took gymnastics classes up until she was twelve, and took track when she started middle school. She hasn't quite topped the team, but she's capable of quite impressive feats.
- Subtlety: If not by outright stealth, Deja knows how to avoid detection. Some may call it urban camouflage.
Flaws
- Waiting: Deja needs something to do all the time. She's not a patient sort.
- Claustrophobic: Ever since she fell into a crack in some gymnastics equipment and had to be rescued by the fire department, Deja has been very nervous in or around small spaces.
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Gus · Jan 9, 2019

Aaron Mallory

Location: Behind the school
Mood: Glad to be back

Aaron stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Having salvaged a section of the old Key bridge from the bottom of the bay, he had set up a classic collateral damage scenario. An armored car appeared to teeter on the brink of falling over the edge, although actually carefully wedged against the guard rail it had 'crashed' through. There were also concealed safety cables to prevent it actually tumbling over the five foot drop, but then the students weren't to know that. The doors of the armored car were wedged shut by the tangled wreckage of the guard rail, the rear door was locked, and the two 'guards' were designated unconscious. There were also four other mannequins scattered about the 20 foot section of bridge to be rescued.

The game, which he would explain just as soon as students started showing up, was one of high stakes adversarial Jenga. As the designated super villain, he would be removing support pillars from the bridge at three minute intervals with prepared monologues in between that he had timed out for fairness. He estimated that two of the six pillars could be removed before it became significantly unstable and critical after three. If he got to the fourth pillar before they had effected a rescue, and/or found a way to stabilize the bridge, he would call time and they would go back to the classroom for analysis.

This was going to be a great class! Best yet.

He just needed students. Any minute now, they'd find the note he left for them in the classroom and....

Oh shit.

As quickly as he could manage, he started the long walk back to his classroom.

Bag o Fruit · Jan 10, 2019

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Wolf Higgins

--Power--

Extreme Elasticity

Necessity4Fun

Gus

Wolf nodded. "With some added flair, yeah." She pointed to two milk crates by the wall, one containing three red jerseys and the other three blue. "Pair up into two groups! Whoever gets to it first!" Turning to Manami, she added more softly: "We'll need two teams of three. You can step in, right?"

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Jess Spiros

--Power--

Adhesive

Jess grinned, and nudged Darius. "Team-up, cuzz? I'll getcha a blue jersey!" She sprinted off to grab two from the bin, barely beating Deja, who grabbed a red one. She threw it on while running back, and tossed the other to Darius...

SPIROS, J

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Order	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Composure	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Defense	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Agility	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Intelligence	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Willpower	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Energy	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05

Full Name
Jessamyn Spiros

Nicknames
Sticky McFingers, Jess

Codename
Thetis

Gender
Female

Age
15

Rank
C Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 1

Role
Student
Race
African American

Hair
Black

Eyes
Brown

Height
5'2"

Figure
Average

Notes
None
Friendly
Jess is pretty nice, and she has a knack for talking her way into new friendships.

Sensible
As much as she fits in with her crowd of teens, Jess has a sort of grandmotherly streak when it comes to thinking about things. She doesn’t think zebras when she hears hoofbeats (which is probably going to land her in trouble at AEGIS).

Chatty
It doesn’t take too much to get Jess going. She knows ALL the gossip, true or not, and doesn’t mind telling either way.

Mischievous
Jess has always been one for pranks, whether pre-planned or impromptu, to the point where people know to come to her to demand their missing items back. Sticky fingers and walking on ceilings means now she can get away with so much more!

History
The Spiros family has been in a financial struggle for generations. Some, like Jess’s uncle Michalis, have married out of it. Her father opted to work instead, becoming a door-to-door salesman. Jess grew up in a shoddy apartment in the city and went to an equally shoddy public high school. She was just beginning to come to terms with the idea that she’d have to find a job to supplement their rent when her father scored a sale big enough that they were able to move to an extremely nice suburban house in Brooklyn Park.

It was a very unpleasant day when Jess discovered her powers, at least up until she figured out how to turn them off. That was roughly a year ago, and she’s been going to Facility 110 ever since… at least up until the incident, after which she and many others were transferred to 108.
Marie Spiros (mother)
Marie is a fairly quiet person, which puts her a little at odds with her daughter. She’s willing to listen to Jess, but Jess doesn’t identify with her very much.

Sotiris Spiros (father)
She gets along much better with her father. They share a mischievous mindset, and he dotes on her quite a bit.

Michalis Spiros (uncle)
Uncle Michalis seems like a quiet person, like her mother, but that’s just because he mostly sits and reads like Elizabeth. Turns out if you get him talking (or a little tipsy), he is SUCH a gossip!

Elizabeth Singh (cousin)
Liz, on the other hand, really is more of a quiet person. She listens to Jess, and she talks about characters in her books sometimes, which is kinda interesting, but she and Jess are very different people.

Pam Person (aunt)
Jess remembers Aunt Pam being really cool and nice when she was a kid, but nowadays she always just seems kinda stressed. Jess got going about some talk in her school a few years ago and Pam snapped at her, so she hasn’t really talked to her in a while.

Darius Person (cousin)
Darius is such a worrywort. Like, as much as Jess loves to talk, she doesn’t usually talk to him because she’s worried he’ll have a fit about some little prank she did, or something she said wrong, or something.

Jackie Person (cousin)
Jackie’s cool though. Jess gets along with her really well, mostly because she’ll help her pull pranks and stuff. Between dealing with Aunt Pam’s stress and helping with Darius’s anxiety, Jess looks up to Jackie more than her own mother as a strong female role model.
Adhesive
Jess can greatly enhance the power of the electron field anywhere in her body, effectively making her skin incredibly adhesive. This enables her to climb up walls, on ceilings, and perform otherwise difficult tasks involving sleight-of-hand or heavy lifting.

Limitations
- Bare skin: Jess's power does not work through a layer of clothes. To walk on the ceiling, she needs bare feet or a lot of upper body strength.
- Interference: If a layer of water, dust or some other loose coating is between her and a surface, it will interfere with her ability to cling, in that her electrons will bond with that layer and not the surface itself. At that point, she is at the mercy of gravity.
- Van der Waals: She is also unable to cling to certain surfaces entirely. Teflon is the most notable, but anything without a negatively charged side and a positively charged side will not bond with her skin.
Skills
- Lock picking: Her dad taught her when she was little. He said he didn’t want her getting locked out of the apartment with no one home, and that it was safer to give her paperclips than hide the key anywhere.
- Insults: Jess can usually come up with smooth, original insults on the fly. She tries to use this power for good.
Flaws
- Lying: As skilled as she may be with the art of speech, she never sounds convincing when she says something that she knows isn’t true, and she can’t make up a fib to save her life. Literally.
- Short-term memory: There are only a few specific things Jess can memorize easily, among them hearsay. Usually if you remind Jess of something, she’ll remember at least that she knew it, but sometimes not even that.
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iNPC Card:

--Name--

Darius Person

--Power--

Shapeshifting

... who just barely caught it, and held it like a dirty rag. "Yeah, okay..." He put his arms through the sleeves, but hesitated. "Are you sure that's okay? Can you grab one for someone else? A-and what about us being related, can we be on the same team?"

"Yeah!" she said "It's fine! See, if the instructor didn't want me grabbing two she would've said something."

"Okay..." He brought his arms up and slid the jersey over his torso. "... are you sure you want me to be on y-"

"Dare-bear. It's fine. It's gonna be great." Jess had heard her cousin Jackie call him that several times, and it amused the hell out of her.

"Okay. Sorry."

PERSON, D

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰	09
Proaction	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Strength	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Defense	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Agility	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Intelligence	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Willpower	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Energy	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01

Full Name
Darius Person

Nicknames
D.P, Dare-bear

Codename
Masque

Gender
Male

Age
18

Rank
C Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 1

Role
Student
Race
African-American

Hair
Black

Eyes
Brown

Height
5'7"

Figure
Average, lanky

Notes
Appearance occasionally makes minor subconscious shifts
Kind-Hearted
Always trying to help, or at least not to harm, Darius is always kind if he isn't always nice. He believes using his powers is an abuse of others' sovereign rights to their identity, and so refuses ever to turn into another person, for any reason. Even a bad person.

Contemplative
Darius will consider any question you pose to him, or problem you ask him to solve. In fact, he'll consider a lot of problems you don't ask him to solve. Some say he overthinks everything.

Prudent
By the same token, when Darius takes time to ponder something, he won't come to a conclusion for quite a while. He has to make sure he doesn't make the wrong decision.

Anxious
Sometimes the weight of the world seems to fall on Darius's shoulders. He worries about everything, from global issues to the secret opinions his friends have about him. This plays a significant role in his refusal to use his powers.

History
Darius lived a mostly average life until, and even for a while after, he discovered his powers. He struggled with anxiety from a very young age, and while having a panic attack about something entirely unrelated one night, started transforming into a multitude of people. After the panic subsided, he realized what had happened and taught himself how to control his transformations, how to turn into specific people and back. He was fairly enthusiastic about the new development, and was enrolled in facility 110 within a week.

One friday afternoon, a few weeks later, he went to his art history class and, after about five minutes of waiting for the teacher to arrive, decided as a joke to turn into her and satirize her teaching style. He thought they were, as far as teachers and students can be, friends. He thought she would be characteristically chill about the whole thing.

He was catastrophically wrong.

She freaked out in front of the whole class, screamed at him, cried, and left school for the day. In fact, she left school for a week, and the class was taught by a particularly horrible substitute the whole time. Darius spent most of his day and all of that class consumed with guilt, speculating about what could have happened to her. No one would tell him where she had gone, and his speculations quickly turned to all the worst possibilities. He slept for roughly four hours that week, combined. He thought about all the harm that could be done with his powers, and all that they could do to help. Seeing a clear imbalance, he resolved never to use his powers again, for any reason, ever.

It later turned out she was on a pre-planned, week-long sabbatical that she had been meaning to tell them about at the beginning of that class. Nevertheless, Darius stuck to his decision. Some of his instructors at facility 110 weren't very happy about it, or viewed it as a phase he needed to work through, but unconsidered use of powers is what led to the incident. He wonders if the instructors at 108 will have a different stance on it.
Pamela Person (mother)
Pamela Person is a paediatrician, but don't say that all in the same sentence or she'll give you hell for the alliteration. She tries to be very nurturing of her children, but Darius is often so closed off about issues she can clearly see he has. She knows he's at least willing to talk to his guidance counselors, and she has seen to it that he is scheduled frequent appointments. Psychology is much less her area of expertise than physiology, but she can tell that Van Can woman knows what she's doing.

Jackie Person (sister)
Before his resolution, Darius used to turn into Jackie to make fun of her a lot. Only a year younger than him, she took it mostly in good humor. Since then, he's just been overly apologetic about it, no matter how much she says it's fine. Honestly, while that's a little annoying, she's worried about him. She used to know how to talk him down even when he was having really bad anxiety, but now it's like he's a different person. He won't tell her when he's freaking out, even when she can tell he totally is, and nothing that used to calm him down works for her anymore.

Jess Spiros (cousin)
Darius and Jess don't talk much, but they like each other well enough when they find themselves at the same family reunions.
Shapeshifting
Darius is able to change his facial features, the color and texture of his skin and hair. He can give himself birthmarks, tattoos, and even scars.
- Even ze voice: Darius is also able to mimic any voice, whether or not he is disguised.
Limitations
- Only Human: Darius can't turn into animals or furniture.
- Template: Darius can only turn himself into someone he has seen in person. Pictures do not work (fortunately, mirrors do). For voices, he can only mimic words and sounds he has heard before. If he hears someone speak regularly, he would be able to say anything with their voice.
- Too different: The appearance Darius takes on can perfectly match someone's every feature, but only to the extent that it is on Darius's body. He can't become wider, thinner, taller or shorter by more than an inch. If he tries to become someone with a missing eye, ear, limb, etc, he appears with both of them (one of which is simply a mirror of its non-missing counterpart).
Skills
- Flute: Darius was in his high school band, playing a flute he rented from the school district almost eight years ago. He grew so fond of it that at his graduation last month, knowing he couldn't afford to buy it fully and would have to give it back to the district, he wept before the ceremony.
- Dance: Darius is part of a few dance groups, one classical and one freestyle. He doesn't have a lot of natural talent in either, but has developed substantial skill.
Flaws
- Refuses to use power: As has been established, Darius is too uncomfortable with the idea of wearing another person's face to use his power. He likens the act of stealing someone's identity to rape.
- Art: Darius has never been a great artist. He was starting to get better at it in his art history class, but... well, that didn't work out.
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Gus · Jan 11, 2019

Manami Hamasaki

B Bag o Fruit

Necessity4Fun

Stopping short in her approach to Kendrick, Manami cocked her head toward Wolf's murmured request, her brow furrowed for a a moment. As understanding dawned, she smiled a sunny grin.

"Sempai, I would be very happy to compete in the race, if you think that would be fair to the students?" Her grin turned mischievous. "Unless, perhaps, Kendi-kun would like to put on a jersey? For old time's sake?" She winked broadly in her friend's direction. "We could be team blue again!"

Her smile falters slightly as a memory niggles at the back of her mind.

When had they been team blue before? Was she muddling a memory and a dream? She seems to recall a blue sweater. For a flag? And there had been snow...

Bag o Fruit · Jan 13, 2019

Allen McNabb//Lazarus

Gus

Necessity4Fun Allen's hands scrawled out "Hittite empire" "India, Indo-Europeans" "China" "Bronze age end" "Phoenicia" "Greek" "Assyrian" "Neo-Babylonian" "Median" and "Persian" on the board, each one getting slightly more squeezed until "12 tribes of Israel" had to be added in sideways before Cleopatra.

"V-v-very good, Mister... Beil? Beil. Mmmister Beil. Th-that is... Thhhat is ancient hhhistory." Then he paused. "E-E-E-Emerson? Er..."

Did we miss reference to a historical figure 'Emerson' on the internet? That doesn't seem like us. But then, Allen's eyes and visual processors are extraordinarily sub-par... sub-sub-par, that is. And, this student seems so assured. How do we play this cool...

Allen smiled so very wide. "Wwwweeeelllllll.... Wh-why don't... you t-tell us, er, me, er, us... class? Where d-do you think Eeeemmmerson should go o-on the board?"

Gus · Jan 13, 2019

Miia M. Makela

Miia was irritated. This, in and of itself, was hardly new. What was unusual about this particular case was that she was, perhaps for the first time in her life, irritated with herself.

It wasn't as if it was her fault or anything. Not like she had done anything she hadn't done a thousand times before. But somehow, for some reason, for the last few months at least, she'd been off her game. She wasn't the worlds most observant person by any stretch. At a certain point however, the sheer consistency of the pattern had become hard to miss: other people's expectations were beginning to matter to her.

She didn't like that. Not one little bit.

The first example of this she could recall was test day where she'd totally lost her cool on the obstacle course. Mostly just because some prissy little rich boy had yelled at her, as far as she could tell. Why that should have mattered any more than the last person who'd yelled at her for doing her thing was totally beyond her. Next was when the rest of her team got their blue cards and SHE was held back for supplementary classes in emotional composure of all things. She lost it again. Right in the middle of the ceremony. Full on meltdown over a card she didn't even really want. Then the knights had attacked, and that would have been bad enough, but then that rich boy had snapped at her for being insensitive or something about his stupid fish friend! It really got under her skin too! She went out clubbing that night which never fails to cheer her up, but it didn't work. A string of no strings one night stands didn't help either. One of her paramours was really upset that she didn't want to see him a second time, and she actually felt bad for him. He looked so sad about it, it seriously bummed her out. Which was all the more reason not to see him again.

That it was now high summer and this was still going on was as unbelievable as it was unacceptable.

Take this morning for instance. She'd been out late partying, slept late, and woke up hung over. Halfway through her second cup of coffee, she realized she was missing EC class with creepy McNeepy. But, and this was the mysterious part: she found herself rushing to school to get her attendance credit for the day.

Why?

Arriving at the school, she decided she was damned if she was going to do a walk of shame past the secretary, and decided to try out the new virtual pole-vault trick she'd been practicing. She was pretty sure the EC class was the window in the middle, and it was open, she got a good running start at the building and just before impact with the wall, shifted her perspective on things, turning all that speed into height. She grabbed the windowsill, flipped herself into the room and stared at a group of kids she was reasonably sure she'd never met before. They looked at her with mild curiosity. Students arriving via the window was hardly worthy of comment at 108.

Mildly flustered, she picked herself up off the floor and asked, "Sorry, isn't this supposed to be 'emotional composure class?'"

After a beat, one of them answered her, "No this is supposed to be 'Collateral Damage & You' but so far Mr. Mallory hasn't showed up. I think EC is down the hall?"

Bag o Fruit · Jan 15, 2019

A few minutes ago...

Aaliyah lay across the teacher's desk at the head of the Collateral Damage classroom, legs crossed, propped up by one arm clutching the edge. With her other arm, she could just comfortably reach the whiteboard to write with the blue marker she'd been able to find. "No H..." She drew the left arm of a stick figure and wrote a large, satisfied H next to the letters E, T, and O near the bottom of the board. Above it: A _ _ _ A _ _. She turned her head back to the class and grinned. "'Nother guess?"

Alice frowned. "Is it something in Spanish? 'Cause you told me it wasn't in Spanish an' if you're just messing-"

"UuuuuuGGGHHH..." Aaliyah interrupted. "Pinche azaroso que tefolleunpez it's not in Spanish, for cryin' out loud! I'm not gonna say it again..."

After a moment's hesitation, Alice readjusted herself against the back desk and spoke "... I?" The accused gained a full set of arms as I joined the list of wrong guesses. "Dammit..."

"What about y'all? Lonnie? Liz? Got any guesses?" Aaliyah gestured to the rest of the class: London, who sat at the desk nearest the back corner, writing on a slip of paper that they quickly pulled out of sight when addressed. Elizabeth, who sat reading Lord of the Flies with her back to the half of the window that was closed, glanced up before returning to her book.

Malik, who sat between Elizabeth and Aaliyah with his hands flat on his desk, had been frowning. At the query, he frowned a little lower. "Are you sure you ought to be doing this? Our teacher should be back at any moment, and if he finds you sitting on his desk, writing on his board..."

"It'll take us a little less than two seconds to wipe this off and get to our seats. C'mon, it's no big deal! I hear you're a genius or somethin'..."

Malik raised an eyebrow. "A... genius? Wh-who said that?"

"Ohmygod, kid, guess a freakin' letter!"

Turning to look at the board, Malik planted his right elbow on his desk and rested his head on his thumb and index finger. After a minute, he said "N." There was no N in the word.

"Wonderful. He's on his last leg and we still only know one letter." Alice glared at Malik. Malik just smiled.

"I've got it." He was about to say what it was that he had when someone jumped in through the open window.

"Sorry, isn't this supposed to be 'emotional composure class?'" she asked.

No answer was forthcoming from the five. Finally, London spoke up. "No, this is supposed to be 'Collateral Damage & You', but so far Mr. Mallory hasn't showed up. I think EC is down the hall?"

"... I... I forgot what I was going to say?" Malik murmured, his face stuck in a stupefied arrangement.

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Aaliyah Rodríguez

--Power--

Concussive Telekinesis

RODRÍGUEZ, A

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰	09
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Composure	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Defense	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Agility	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Intelligence	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Willpower	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Energy	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07

Full Name
Aaliyah Rodríguez

Nicknames
Alli, A, Linda, Gordita (only close friends)

Codename
Shockwave

Gender
Female

Age
18

Rank
B Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 2

Role
Student
Race
Dominican American

Hair
Black

Eyes
Hazel

Height
5'6"

Figure
Stocky

Notes
Wears large earrings every day
Suave
Aaliyah has an undrainable well of confidence. This lends her a certain gracefulness in anything she does.

Casual
In her mind, there's no reason to get excited all the time. Just chill out, take life slow and not seriously.

High-spirited
At the same time, Aaliyah has a powerful personality, and can lend gleeful raucousness to any occasion.

Disruptive
Raucousness is not always welcome. There are many who feel that her attitude is as destructive as her power. She has a specific reply she likes to give those people.

History
Aaliyah was 9 years old when the Rodríguez family left the Dominican Republic. They moved into an apartment in Baltimore, and moved to another, slightly smaller one a few years later. She attended the Mount Royal Elementary/Middle School and is going into her senior year at the Paul Lawrence Dunbar High School. She got a job at McDonalds after her freshman year and got another at Starbucks halfway through her junior year. She hates them both with a burning passion, but doesn't plan to quit at least until she finishes high school. She's hoping to go to college, but knows that isn't going to happen unless she gets a lot of scholarships. This is one of the most common things she argues with her mother about.

Near the beginning of her junior year, she realized a friend of a friend, Mabel was into her. She realized a few months later that she was into Mabel too, which came as a bit of a shock. After winter break, she started trying to make conversation with her and found that her usual confidence completely failed her whenever she talked to Mabel. It took them until March to admit their affections to each other. They started dating, and agreed to tell their parents they were going to prom with senior friends of theirs so they could go together. When the night came, they both realized they didn't like the atmosphere that much and cut out early. No more than a block away, they were stopped by a group of three drunk guys with switchblades. Aaliyah's powers activated when one of them reached for Mabel.

His friends were able to limp away in one piece. He was not.

Aaliyah would never be the same after that night, but Mabel took it much worse. She always had a far-off look in her eye where there used to be a sparkle. Alli couldn't get her to talk about anything. After a while, she got a text from Mabel that said she was going to be transfering schools at the end of the year, and that she hoped she found someone else. She hasn't.

At the end of the school year, for the first time ever, Alli was thankful for her two jobs. Taking on extra shifts meant she could avoid her family as much as she could when school was in session. Now that she knows she's a lesbian, she can't spend time with any of them without worrying that she'll accidentally give herself away. She doesn't want to think about what would happen if her parents found out. It was difficult enough explaining why she was alone with a girl on a street corner, outside the prom, and topless (the blast shredded her shirt) when the police arrived on the scene. Having to attend AEGIS training was a blessing in the same way, up until the incident. Now she has to take the bus all the way to Sparrow's Point for her summer classes.
Ilaria Rodríguez (mother)
Aaliyah and her mother have a tense relationship. Ilaria is a very particular woman, and Alli's... loose nature irks her to no small extent. She runs a small party services business in the suburbs, and hasn't let Alli in the building since she discovered her powers. Nonetheless, she loves her daughter fiercely, is very proud of how strong and independent she has become, and hopes she finds a nice girl to settle down with and adopt a few nietos for her.

Shaderr Rodríguez (father)
Shaderr has a simple job as a construction worker, and supplements it with two retail jobs, one at a supermarket and one at a Target. When he isn't working, he's usually on the couch drinking a beer with Isai. He liked it better when he was alone on the couch; now he has to bite his tongue about how damn bad Isai is at construction. Aaliyah, though, she's a good and hard worker, and he wishes it was her sitting with him but Ilaria wouldn't have it. He thinks Alli takes after him more than she does her mother, and he thinks somebody should probably tell her they know she likes women and that it's okay, but his wife hasn't done it yet and he's not gonna be the first one to bridge that gap.

Isai Rodríguez (brother)
Isai thinks Alli turned out pretty cool, but they don't talk much. He stopped going to high school after his junior year, and has worked construction with his dad since then. He doesn't have any other career prospects in mind. He's thinking about asking his girlfriend to marry him.

Dielis Rodríguez (brother)
Going into his first year of high school, Dielis is super nervous about the whole idea. He's glad his big sister is still there to watch his back. He knows his parents would make a big deal about it, and Isai is kind of an idiot, so he's considering asking Alli to give him advice about a girl he likes...

Leysa Rodríguez (sister)
Leysa is still the baby of the family, even though she's turning twelve in two months. She hates it when Mamá and Alli fight because she loves them and wants to be just like both of them. Except she's pretty sure she just likes boys.

Grissel Rodríguez (grandmother)
Aaliyah's abuela has lived with the family in their one apartment since they came to the states. In her eyes, Shaderr is a bit of a layabout, but she figures he's old enough that he can do what he wants, and she's old enough that she can't do much about it anymore. He made a good choice marrying Ilaria. She was hoping she'd whip the grandkids into shape, but it seems like it's too late for Isai and Alli.
Concussive Telekinesis
Aaliyah can generate a pulse of force from any part of her skin with an over-pressure of 15 pounds per square inch, enough to shatter concrete at a range of a few inches. The force falls off rapidly with distance, but is capable of knocking a person down from up to twenty-five feet away. The range and power is approximately double underwater.
- Split-second force field:
  If she times it right, Aaliyah can block most physical impacts that she can see and to which she has time to react.
Limitations
- Surface area: The power of the pulse is not determined by any effort she puts into creating it, but by the area of her body that she uses to project it. The more of her body from which she strikes, the more force is applied.
- Bare skin: The pulse originates from her skin, and is more than powerful enough to shred cloth at point blank range. In general, because clothes are expensive and nudity is frowned upon, she directs the blasts from her hands or face, limiting her to about one fifth of her potential power.
- Pressure equilibrium: While the force pulse does not have a kickback, a particular detail of the nature of Aaliyah's ex-nihilo energy pulse makes it so that whenever she creates a force blast, she simultaneously creates another equally powerful blast in the opposite direction. If her hands extended to the right and left of her body, or one forward and one back, she creates a force blast out of both hands. But, if both hands are facing forward, she will have to blast a hole in the back of her shirt.
Skills
- Spanish: She speaks Spanish.
- Party planning: She didn't learn nothing from her mother. Alli has a good mind for interior decorating and catering for large parties.
- Customer service: Most of both of her jobs is just standing behind a counter being nice to people and taking orders as accurately as possible. She can do that.
- Barista: After just a few months at Starbucks, Alli knows how to make a good coffee, mostly because when you make bad coffee it's a one in three chance somebody's going to have a goddamn temper tantrum.
- Fry cook: Although a lot about the job is designed not to require a lot of skill, Alli has learned over the past three years how best to cook burgers on a griddle, and how to deep fry fries good.
Flaws
- Strenuous activity: Alli has mild exercise-induced asthma, and doesn't run anywhere if she doesn't have to.
- Technology: A little behind the times, Alli can't often figure out how to use a computer for anything more complicated than Google.
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--Name--

Alice Hassan

--Power--

Superhuman Singing Range

HASSAN, A

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Defense	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Agility	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Intelligence	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Willpower	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Energy	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01

Full Name
Alice Hassan

Nicknames
Harm

Codename
Harmonycks

Gender
Female

Age
17

Rank
D Rank

Limiter
Inactive

Role
Student
Race
African American

Hair
Black

Eyes
Brown

Height
5'5"

Figure
Curvy

Notes
Always has dye accents in her hair, often changing from day to day.
Good-natured
At her core, Alice is a good person. She cares about people, and she will go out of her way to show kindness to others.

Ambitious
Alice's dream is to become a pop singer. A lot of her actions are done with that goal in mind.

Genteel
Alice isn't cut out for this superhero business, and she will be sure to let everyone know. Surely they can't expect her to undergo the same training as everyone else.

Petty
You may not always know when you've slighted Alice, but she certainly knows. She'll get even, one day. In the meantime, you can expect a few days of the silent treatment before she forgets what you did.

History
Both of Alice’s older brothers already had their blue cards when she was identified. Her powers probably manifested as early as five, but it is difficult to say exactly, as there is a subtle line between precocious talent and superhuman abilities. At any rate, she made it almost all the way through high school before that stupid gene test landed her in special school. Her parents were also absurdly pleased, being distinguished supers of their generation. They had been key witnesses in the prosecutions that followed the events of the Rapture uprising. “A whole family of supers!” They’d said, “Isn’t that wonderful!"

Alice, however, was less than enthused. She loves her family, but they are content as pillars of the community. Heroes of the neighborhood. Small time. She wants more. International fame. Household name. Single name status. She can’t see any upside to an association with AEGIS. Can she even legally compete in American Idol anymore? Probably not, although the contest rules are a little arcane.

Her best backup plan so far is join the airforce after she gets her blue card and serve as an entertainer on an aircraft carrier. Pay her dues like an ordinary struggling artist and get some contacts established with legit musicians. It chafes her to have to abandon her plans for an immediate and meteoric rise to fame, but when life gives you lemons, what are you gonna do? At least this has given her some grist for writing some original songs. Covers are only gonna get you so far...
Walker Hassan AKA Roadhouse (father)
He chose the codename as a joke after the hundredth time a student finding out he was the “How Not To Kill” instructor at 110 said without thinking ‘I thought you’d be bigger’ Nobody has said it twice after training with him. He is at heart however, a gentle family man. He has lived with his powers almost his whole life, and has solid instincts for when he needs them and when he doesn’t.

Aldina Hassan AKA Lady Fate (mother)
She claims that her constant faint smile is from the peace that comes from knowing how it all turns out. When pressed for details however, she only shakes her head and hands you a deck of Tarot cards and tells you to see it for yourself. Alice has long ago given up asking, but takes no small amount of comfort from her mother’s smile.

Josiah Hassan AKA Zip-Tie (brother)
Despite the name, the loops of material Josiah creates seem nigh indestructible and capable of restraining almost any being whose strength can be charted on Commonwealth scales. By itself this might seem like a narrow power, but Josiah has been trained by his father how to fight since he could walk. To say that they have found creative uses for his power would be a fatal understatement. Also like his father, you’d never know to look at him how dangerous he really is. He seems affable and relaxed at all times. To trained eyes it is the relaxation that settles on someone who knows they have it handled. To Alice, he’s just her goofy older brother who has way too much fun at work.

Simeon Hassan AKA Dust-Devil (brother)
Able to convert particulate matter to equivalent mass of air sounds lame until you’ve seen it happen. Add to that the Hassan family secret training, and you basically have the Avatar. (Which was Simeon’s first choice for codename, but it was taken.) In Alice’s considered opinion, her brother is still lame, regardless.
Superhuman Singing Range
Alice can sing as high a note as E8 and as low a note as F1, putting her well past the range of both soprano and bass singers. She can also reach volumes of up to 120 decibels in her midrange.
- Perfect pitch: Alice also has the ability to identify notes as she hears them and sing notes as they are called.
Limitations
- Strenuous: Reaching or approaching her maximums in volume or pitch hurts. If she sustains a high, low or loud note she will have pains like stretched tendons for about an hour, and probably a sore throat for a few hours after that.
- Only superhuman: Alice has yet to be able to shatter a pane of glass, although she can shatter some wine glasses. She can't knock down walls, or disable someone so much as distract them by screaming. She doesn't really know what she's doing at AEGIS.
- Hydration: If Alice hasn't been drinking enough water, she usually drops back down to human capabilities. Singing will dry out her mouth and throat, especially if she doesn't do it properly.
Skills
- Singing: In addition to her natural ability, she has taken chamber choir, chorus and music theory classes as well as private coaching in singing.
- Dancing: Not as skilled in this as she is in singing, but some of the private music tutors directed her to take dance courses, and she didn't see any reason not to.
- Fighting: Not as skilled as her brothers, let alone her dad, but he made sure she could do more than just dance around if someone starts trouble in a club. Or anywhere.
Flaws
- Instruments: Although her chorus teacher suggested she try dabbling in band or orchestra, she quickly found that there is not a single instrument known to man that she can figure out how to play.
- Disorganized: If Alice puts something in her desk, it'll be gone until the end of the semester and probably for a while after that. Her room is far worse.
- Temper: Mostly under control these days, but certain things still set her off. The one she still struggles the most with is ‘mean girl’ behavior, no matter who it is directed at, but a close second is being patronized by young men with unearned privilege.
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--Name--

London Murray

--Power--

Sundering

MURRAY, L

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Defense	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Agility	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Intelligence	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Willpower	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Energy	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08

Full Name
London Murray

Nicknames
Lonnie

Codename
Siege

Gender
Agender

Age
17

Rank
A Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 4

Role
Student
Race
African American

Hair
Black

Eyes
Gray

Height
5'5"

Figure
Muscular

Notes
Compassionate
London does their best to make sure everyone's needs are attended to, and that where possible, they help solve problems for people.

Secretive
No one knows a lot about London's personal life.

Solitary
While London will interact with people if they initiate, they prefer their own company.

Stubborn
London takes time to weigh all the options before they make a decision. But when they do, it's going to get done.

History
London was found on the step of an orphanage as a baby. They never knew anything about their birth parents. From the time they could walk, they had a strong commitment to defending other kids. After one too many fights with other orphans who were picking on somebody else, they were transferred to another orphanage. And then another, and another, each sending them away for the same reason. Eventually they migrated to Maryland.

They were about to get themselves kicked out again, saving a skinny young boy named Charlie Kamara, when he vanished from in front of his attackers. London backed off, and Charlie caught up with them later, saying he saw that London was about to save him, and he was grateful. The two of them became very good friends, and London found out that on top of being a super, Charlie was a genius. He knew all sorts of things from all sorts of scientific fields, and was in the process of creating a device that would allow other people to become invisible.

They stayed at the orphanage for two years, before one day Charlie was kidnapped by a team of men, sedated, and loaded into the back of a van. London watched it happen. They couldn't fight them off.

They told the police everything they knew, but they chalked it off as a runaway orphan and a made-up cover story. For weeks, they languished in their room, missing Charlie. They fought a lot of kids who told them Charlie was dead. In anger one day, in their room, they accidentally tore a chair in half. That was how they discovered their powers. A while later, while they were trying to read one of Charlie's books, one of his weird gadgets started flashing morse code. It was an address.

London tried knocking on all the doors, with no response. So they went around back and started warming up the building.

They found easily three dozen missing kids in the building, all of them experimental subjects. They still don't know what the experiments were, or who was running them, just that all the captives were supers. The guards in the building were quickly dispatched by a few of the more dangerous rescuees, and London found Charlie again.

After that, London was taken to Commonwealth testing and sent to an orphanage in Baltimore, closer to Facility 108 where they were assigned to take summer classes. Charlie was already going to another facility, and after Commonwealth tested him to try and find out what had been done to him by his captors, one of the Commonwealth higher-ups sent him to some kind of think tank with other intelligent children. They still video chat, and meet up when they can.
Charlie Kamara (friend)
Charlie was, and is, London's first friend. He and London can talk so easily, even if when he starts talking about his experiments most of it goes over their head. But he also notices when London doesn't want to talk, and he is comfortable with silence. London appreciates that.

Chris Kravitz (acquaintance)
London and Chris haven't talked a lot. Chris told them a couple of horror stories about stuff they're going to want to watch out for at the facility. From what they hear, there are a lot more horror stories about Chris. But he seems nice enough.

Jordan (annoying kid)
Fucking Jordan, swear to god. Some little 9-year-old with no regard for common decency. If London hears the T.V turn on past 11:00 one more time they're gonna sunder it.
Sundering
London has the power to split solid objects and bodies of water or air in two.
- Flight: By holding their hands above their head, they are able to quickly split sections of the atmosphere and ride the resulting vacuum into the skies. They have yet to master control over speed or steering.
- Sustained sundering: After splitting a body of water, London can hold it apart by keeping one hand in either half.
Limitations
- Arm span: To split anything in half, London must have both hands on it. This means that while the rift between halves can extend as far as possible in height, it cannot be any wider than their arm span (about 5.5 feet).
- Warm-up time: While sundering takes only a second, London must have their hands on the object for a certain amount of time before it begins. That time is determined by the dimensions of the rift and the density of the material, usually about 1 second for every 60 kg/m^3, times meters of rift height times meters of rift depth. Tearing a three-meter-tall opening in an average brick wall will take them about twenty-four seconds, and although London would never even consider doing it, Commonwealth scientists estimate they could fully split a human body with approximately ten seconds of warm-up time.
- Unsubtle: Warm-up time is extremely obvious. Whatever London is preparing to split vibrates violently enough that anyone nearby would be alerted. For the aforementioned brick wall, the vibrations are detectable to humans as far as 100 meters away. For a larger object, like a skyscraper, it is estimated that it would be detectable from five to ten kilometers.
- Strenuous: Making large splits in dense structures takes a lot out of London. Because the warm-up process, and not the sundering itself, is the most energy-intensive part, there are in theory sunderings so large that London cannot physically complete them. They would simply pass out before they were able to make the split.
Skills
- Fighting: Even without any formal training, London has learned a couple things about how to effectively fight somebody.
- Poetry: Aside from Charlie, no one is ever, ever, ever allowed to know this.
Flaws
- Balance: London isn't great at always keeping their centermass over their feet. Not a day goes by without them nearly tipping over at least once.
- Cooking: In most orphanages they've been in, someone always cooks for the kids. This is fortunate, because they almost burned down the one orphanage where that wasn't always true. Accidentally.
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--Name--

Elizabeth Singh

--Power--

Sketch Summoning

SINGH, E

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰	09
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱	04
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Strength	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Defense	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Agility	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Intelligence	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Willpower	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Energy	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01

Full Name
Elizabeth Singh

Nicknames
DaVinci

Codename

Gender
Female

Age
18

Rank
C Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 1

Role
Student
Race
African American

Hair
Black

Eyes
Blue

Height
5'7"

Figure
Slim

Notes
None
Respectful
Before all else, Elizabeth is kind and civil to others.

Studious
Elizabeth takes school very seriously, for better or worse. She often genuinely enjoys homework.

Emotional
Elizabeth feels for people very strongly, and is intensely joyous when she is happy, but feels equally powerful ennui, sadness, and anger.

Sedentary
However, her overall personality is still quiet, and she may not express her emotions except through body language. She is a book person, and can be difficult to rouse into action.

History
Elizabeth comes from a well-travelled family, with generations living all across the globe... and quite a lot of money between them. Shahrukh is one of the few modern Singhs to move only once, away from his parents, to Baltimore. Elizabeth has known no other home. She grew up attending a Montessori school in the city and went to The Key School in Annapolis after 8th grade, books and teachers her only friends all the while. That is, until she met Milo.

The very first time she noticed Milo was her second day at The Key School. He would have been hard to miss; he vaulted over her lunch table with his friend Thomas in hot pursuit (he had stolen Thomas’s shoes). He ran into her again a few days later, asked what book she was reading, and began a very great friendship.

Through Milo she met many others, including Thomas, who all became her friends through Milo’s endorsement. There was something very extraordinary about Milo, bold and mischievous. He could befriend anyone, find magic in anything, and turn any day into an adventure. She discovered her powers when she invited him to her favorite art museum, the Walters. He asked if she did art, she admitted she had never drawn anything, and he convinced her to try sketching one of the paintings. She summoned a top hat, which excited him even more than her, and he promptly picked it up and wore it. For a long time. Top hats suited him.

Then one day, Milo went missing. He sent her a text message that only said “Sorry”, and left his phone in his room. Search parties turned up nothing. She had no idea where he could have gone, and neither did any of his other friends. Slowly, without his bonding influence, her other friends fell away, stopped asking her to hang out, stopped talking to her altogether. She never really minded not having any friends until she knew what it was like.

It has been six months since she started attending AEGIS. She was out sick on test day.
Shahrukh Singh (father)
Singhs have always been movers and doers. Shahrukh taught Elizabeth to bake, sing, and dance (they had dance parties in the kitchen when she was little). Every family road trip was Shahrukh’s idea. He always quite liked Milo and the influence he had on Elizabeth.

Michalis Spiros (father)
Although Michalis kept his own name when they married, and Elizabeth was born with her other father’s, she has always felt more of a connection with him. Like Elizabeth, Michalis is a very… comfortable person, more at home with the idea of a book and a fireplace than an adventure.

Sotiris Spiros (uncle)
Uncle Sotiris has always been really nice to Elizabeth. Before his big sale, he would buy a book for her every time they met up, and since his sale… well, he still gets her a book but usually some extremely fancy jewelry as well. She is, of course, more grateful for the books.

Jessamyn Spiros (cousin)
Elizabeth likes Jess, but they don’t really have a lot in common. Even being much younger than Elizabeth, Jess would always try to talk to her about boys, and she would always try to talk to Jess about books. Since Jess is going to 108 now, she might be able to chat about people Elizabeth knows for once.
Sketch Summoning
Elizabeth has the power to create psychic constructs of anything that she has drawn or painted.
- Control: Elizabeth has a certain amount of empathic connection to most of her 'animations'.
Limitations
- Must be drawn: The constructs she creates are based on drawings or paintings that she has done, whether with pencil, pen, brush, finger, sand, etc. She cannot use others' art, or use something she drew on a computer or other device.
- Must be drawn well: In order for it to be usable as an animation, Elizabeth has to hold an image to a certain high regard. It has to really look to her like something that could be alive, not a stick-figure cat.
- Only once: Once Elizabeth has created an animation from an image, according to her, there is an "element of life, [maybe] a soul" that becomes absent from that image. The same image cannot be used again.
- One by one: Elizabeth can only have one animation active at a time. If she tries to summon another one, the previous one vanishes. It is believed that this is a limit of her ability to focus on sustaining two animations at once.
- Limited empathic commands: She can't usually tell a drawing to end its own life, or cause itself undue suffering. Or perhaps she doesn't want to.
Skills
- Baking: With no small amount of talent strengthened by many years of practice, Elizabeth can bake almost anything.
- Dancing: While not exactly a professional, Elizabeth can, at least, dance.
- Singing: She would stop if she caught herself singing or humming with anyone around to hear, but she has a beautiful voice.
Flaws
- Can't draw: You can see how this would be a problem. Elizabeth is considerably worse than the average person at sketching recognizable shapes.
- Obsessive: Once Elizabeth gets started on a task, it’s difficult to get her to stop until she thinks it’s perfect... which she never does. She also has a few borderline neuroses about how clean things ought to be and whether her hands are washed.
Sketchbooks: [Tool] Chock-full of practice sketches, half-done sketches, sketches she gave up on and scribbled over, impromptu diary entries and such.
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--Name--

Malik Diallo

--Power--

Force Fields

DIALLO, M

Heroism Meter
Aspect	Scale	Total
Courage	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07
Altruism	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱	08
Order	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Kindness	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰	09
Proaction	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05
Diplomacy	▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱	06
Composure	▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▱▱	07

Ability Statistics
Aspect	Scale	Total
Health	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Strength	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Defense	▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	01
Agility	▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱▱	02
Intelligence	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Willpower	▰▰▰▱▱▱▱▱▱	03
Energy	▰▰▰▰▰▱▱▱▱	05

Full Name
Malik Diallo

Nicknames
Mal, M.D

Codename
Blue Shield

Gender
Male

Age
15

Rank
C Rank

Limiter
Active, Level 1

Role
Student
Race
African American

Hair
Brown

Eyes
Brown

Height
5'6"

Figure
Skinny, somewhat sickly

Notes
Third year of stem cell treatment for leukemia
Good-hearted
All Malik wanted to do when he discovered his powers was help people. Give back to the world.

Uncomplaining
Malik wasn't unfazed when he found out about his leukemia, but he buckled down and suffered through the treatments with scarcely a bitter word. If anything, it puts the rest of his life into sharp relief.

Deferential
Malik knows he isn't really a team leader. With no other initiative to follow Malik will take his own, but usually he just stands in the way of incoming danger and lets someone else work that into their plan.

Complacent
Of course, that can mean that he's subject to mistreatment. He has a tendency to put his full trust in higher authorities. If they put him in a bad situation, he figures it's probably for a good reason.

History
Malik was a fairly average, quiet child, a good student and an obedient son. From a very young age, he decided he was going to be a doctor when he grew up, and hasn't in the slightest reconsidered since.

At the age of 12, when Malik started getting nosebleeds, his parents bought a humidifier. When his forehead bruised during a sujud, he googled his symptoms and insisted his parents start buying him vitamins. But when he started feeling lightheaded and shivering, they began to suspect something more was wrong. The hospital confirmed that Malik was in the accelerated phase of chronic myeloid leukemia.

Malik spent more time in the hospital than out for the following few months, undergoing tests and treatment, taking online classes. He became friends with many of his doctors, taking the opportunity to try and job shadow some of them. Some of them thought it was endearing, others with less time on their hands could not stand him. He also got to know a few other frequent or long-term patients, one of whom was a man named Dale Miller. Dale, in his eighties, disliked Malik as much for his race as his religious affiliation.

With aches, pains and scabs growing in rashes all over his body, Dale was treated for shingles and sent home, only to come back a week later, showing no improvement and case of pneumonia. This confused Malik, as it was the early days of Summer, and he asked one of his more friendly doctors if anyone else had come in with pneumonia, which no one had. Malik searched the web, and suggested that Dale's doctors check him for bullous pemphigoid, which proved to be the cause of his rashes.

After that, Dale came around to Malik, and while they were both undergoing treatment, started asking Malik about Islam. Malik explained the basic tenets, and they swapped stories of their lives and their families. Dale was released from treatment before Malik, but they still write each other letters, and meet at mosque ever since Dale decided to convert.

Malik went into cytogenetic remission and was released from the hospital, and has been living a fairly average life until recently, when he instinctively generated a shield for the first time to protect himself from a rogue basketball. He then underwent Commonwealth testing and was enrolled in Facility 110.

Until the incident, anyway. Now he's sitting in at 108 until everything gets repaired.
Irshad Diallo (father)
Malik's father is a chemist working at Phase Separation Science Inc. He immigrated to America in 2011, when he was 23, and met Kazimah through their mosque.

Kazimah Diallo (mother)
Of his parents, Malik probably takes more influence from his mother. She is a very calm, collected woman who taught him most of his life skills.

Ismail and Faheema Mubarak (grandparents)
Ismail and his wife came to America some time in the 90s. Malik hasn't seen much of his grandparents besides at mosque. They're nice enough to him, though.

Dale Miller (friend)
Dale is a Vietnam veteran, twice widowed, with one daughter who moved to Oregon and took his grandchildren. No other family or friends to speak of, with the recent exception of Malik. Dale spent most of his life entrenched in racism and Islamophobia. He used to take vacations to New York to hunt, but is too old now to make the trip, used to go to the bar with the guys, but they've all passed now. One of his favorite outings was to take his wife, and later just his daughter Torrey and grandkids to the movies, but he obviously can't do that anymore. Doesn't go to the movies himself anymore either, doesn't think much of all the modern trash they film. Dale never thought much about religion or God, even before the war and especially not since, but ever since Malik won his trust and possibly saved his life, he's decided he may as well spend his last few years trying out Islam. He likes the tenet of forgiveness. And the one about respect for elders. Strongly in agreement with that one.
Force Fields
Malik is able to generate indestructible force fields.

Limitations
- Brace: Theoretically, the shields could suffer continuous attack for an indefinite period. In reality, the more stress the shield takes, the more exhaustion Malik suffers. If the shield is hit with rocket launchers or heavy shells or simply too many bullets, Malik starts to feel weaker, as if stricken with the flu. Much further than that, and the shields will simply disappear as he passes out.
- Personal-size: Malik is able to make two, buckler-sized shields in either hand, or with both hands together, make a larger shield up to two meters in diameter. Each shield also has a maximum curvature of about forty-five degrees, meaning that the shields must be applied with no small amount of strategy to be effective in the field. In addition, the wider the area of the shield, the less effectively it disperses attacks' kinetic energy and the sooner Malik loses consciousness.
- Energy attacks: When the shield blocks a physical attack, it converts much of the kinetic energy of the blast into localized heat energy and the rest into Malik himself, tiring him. If a shield blocks an attack from a pyrokinetic or a flamethrower, the flames will not penetrate the shield but the heat will, quite rapidly. The shields manifest about an inch away from Malik's palms, meaning they can only take a few seconds of fire before Malik's hands start to blister. The same goes for photonic or electric, and the reverse for cyrokinetic attacks.
Skills
- Medicine: Even before his diagnosis, Malik had a strong desire to be a doctor. He started teaching himself medical practice with Google and medical shows, and after all the time he spent in the hospital, he picked up a few things from the passing tutelage of his doctors and nurses. In one case, he even made a correct diagnosis on a patient he met in the hallway, one the patient's doctors hadn't considered.
- Religious knowledge: Malik is well-versed in the Quran, and could tell you the Islamic stance on any given situation.
Flaws
- Severe pacifism: Malik literally would not hurt a fly. It doesn't sit well with him when anyone else does, either.
- Leukemia: While Malik's particular case of leukemia does not present debilitating symptoms, aside from bruising like a banana and the odd nosebleed, he does periodically have to be checked into the hospital for testing or stem-cell treatments.
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Necessity4Fun · Jan 15, 2019

Location: Some High School - Spare Classroom, Make up emotional composure class
People Around: A standing idiot, the teacher and a bunch of other students, including one...something she can't properly name.
Interactions:

Gus , B Bag o Fruit

Now, that's something interesting! Finally!!

Glaring daggers at the boy standing in the middle classroom, Juliana had been intent on keeping her gaze locked right there, until her demands had been attended. Obviously, the ever-rolling world of the internet waited for nobody, and perhaps luckily for the other who was stumbling to comply, the girl's attention had been drawn back at the screen before any more rude commentaries could have been made.

Lost in the vast world of social media, the Brazilian had once more closed herself to the immediate surroundings. Oblivious to the blindness of her 'fellow' student, indifferent to the lesson that was being given, Juliana swiped up her Twitter dashboard without a care in the world, more preoccupied with the current digital trends, pointless celebrity babble and only once in a while some actual important news, though not always given the deserved attention. In the background, students threw their answers at the teacher, making room for noisy chatter that was starting to get hard to completely ignore... Urrrrgh damned extroverted nature! The prospect of chatting allured her as if it would be fun, YET she didn't want to fucking leaRN HISTORY! Screw that!!

Not giving in so easily and grinding her teeth tighter together, she tried to focus harder on the words in the screen. The girl had even turned away from the ample space of the classroom, siding sideways on her seat, attempting to 'build' an enclosed environment, just her phone and her. And maybe, maaaaaybe it had been working, that is, until someone decided to light up the whole world.

"Hah!!", she had let up with a surprised gasp, releasing all of the tension she had been holding on her feeble attempt to concentrate. Juliana blinked confused and looked around a couple of times before she finally glanced at the ceiling with contempt, "Oh, so now you work, don't ya?! ...Stupid classroom lights."

After huffing in anger, once or twice, the teenager had been ready to get back at her herculean task of ignoring the EC class but then something else, a shape in crimson that stood out of place. Focus lost for... who knows how many times now, Jú had discreetly looked back towards the direction her air-head memory was pointing and lo and behold, there was a demon sitting at a chair with the rest of the students... Or was it an Oni? Jas would definitely give her a big lecture on the matter if she was around... That girl's obsession with Oriental culture was... something. Though Juliana could never follow along, guess she was just not interested on the subject.

Avoiding falling into a mental debate over the proper name of... the creature she was seeing, the teenager had covertly closed Twitter and accessed the shortcut for the camera. She set it up straight, and slowly keep raising the device until the mysterious student and newfound subject of curiosity was in the frame. The first photo was just that, silent and discreet, but of course, that was not enough for someone like Juliana, no she had to keep full documentation of the fact. Another tap to the screen and the camera had been swapped to video-recording mode. With the huge grin of someone who was clearly up to no good adorning her face, the girl started up the recording and out of nowhere waved at the entire class:

"Hey everyone! Say cheese~!!"

It was a master technique that hardly ever failed to get the target to turn at the camera. Gotcha~~

Bag o Fruit · Jan 16, 2019

iNPC Card:

--Name--

Ken'ichi Akiyama

--Power--

Hallucikinesis

Ken, his hands folded in his lap and shoulders hunched up as if to cover himself, had been trying not to glance at Juliana and focus on the lesson. But, like the rest of the class, he instinctively took the bait and looked up just as she snapped a picture of him. He froze when he realized what she had done, and put his disguise back on to appear normal. To Juliana, the classroom faded into its real shade.

With as much confidence as he could dredge out of his adrenaline, he spoke out. "P-pleashe don't take photosh of me wivout my permission."

Necessity4Fun · Jan 19, 2019

Kendrick Haywood

Location: AEGIS Facility 108 - Gym
People Around: Wolfie, Hamasaki Manami and 5 new students
Interactions: B Bag o Fruit (Wolf),

Gus (Manami)

Today's Toys: Ted, Monty, Halley, Borealis, Azure and Maverick.

I highly doubt it, but if they did it would be truly hilarious!

"Unpaid T.A. work?", Kendrick had pretended to stop in thought for a minute, before continuing, "Well, nothing prevents me from volunteering myself so...", dropping the line with a nonchalant shrug. "Nothing against Anneliese, or her office, but I don't think I can bear spending another day fighting this uhh... game that I play without going mad."

His expression was gentle and apologetic, yet it covered up a deep melancholy over the lack of places to go. Heck, It's like he couldn't even consider himself a native of the place, nothing but vague ideas of where one could find certain stores, but no knowledge of them in person... What kind of feeling was that the subject evoked? Was it shame? For something he had no control over? He had known for a while now, that the hand life had thrown his way had robbed something important, something that remained missing. For he was a boy playing an adult's part, never being given time nor space to be either properly, and how could you fix something like that? Make up for all the lost years? Was it even accomplishable?

The more time Kendrick spent near others, the more he felt like an outsider, almost like dwelling in a different dimension than the rest of his peers. He hated it, that looming feeling of being alone even when surrounded by others. He wished it would just, disappear and quit being a bother. But that would be some quite improbable wishful thinking.

Luckily, Manami's attempt at a greeting had interrupted his thoughts before they could wander even further. From the blank distracted expression he had been wearing, Kendrick was startled into one of mild confusion, unsure of what exactly her movements were meant to be, yet at the same time amused by his friend being her usual, delightfully wacky self... Annnd then she had fallen:

"Ahh. Are-... Are you okay?", the phrase had been uttered soft and awkwardly, almost as if it didn't want to be. Perhaps if both their situations were different he would have made a little joke about it, but as things were currently, treading as if on a trail of eggshells seemed like the best alternative.
At least for now.

He had observed her attentively, watching with concerned eyes as the girl got back up and put the equipment she was wearing properly in place. Ted had been sent over, jumping down from its owner's shoulder and approaching Manami very akin to a curious child then following her back to stand beside Kendrick. The greeting was cheerful and heartwarming as they always were, which put the boy a little at ease. In front of him stood the usual Manami with her usual bubbliness, yet it would be foolish to take it as granted, to assume everything was fine especially after... the recent events.

Having played similar games before, the boy decided to play along. He needed more data before he could start making hypothesis, but if there was one thing he had experience in it was hiding his true intentions and feelings. He'd be able to tell it for sure eventually, the teenager was certain of it:

"I'm sure you're not the only one falling this often, there are a lot of clumsy people around", he had started it in a gentle tone while accepting the handshake, "Oh, hahaha... Yeah, things have changed... A lot! So I've been really busy organizing things and correcting some loose ends here and there. It's uhh. It's a bit of a long story, very long story.", he had looked away for a split-second, uncomfortable with the subject or rather multiple subjects that pertained to the explanation.
Then to both compose himself and press her own a little, he repeated, "Are you sure that you're okay? That was quite the fall."

That was when Wolf approached as well, whispering something to Manami. Deeming it something important and class-related, Kendrick had looked elsewhere grasping the reactions of the students to the relay race announcement. This was odd. Two months ago he would have been standing with them too, though a lot less lively, and now he was seeing things from the opposite side. They were surprisingly not that different, actually...

"Unless, perhaps, Kendi-kun would like to put on a jersey?", Manami's voice uttering his given nickname had drawn his attention back to the two, "For old time's sake?"

"Team Blue? Ah, you mean the catch the flag game?", he threw the question at her, hoping to make some time to think things through for a bit.

Well, that had been rather quick. Manami had put him on the spot, the one person he had a really hard time saying 'no' to. It's not that he didn't want to participate, but considering the previously given instructions and the numbers, something didn't quite add up:

"Look, I'd love to, but if I join Blue with you Red is going to be short a member. Including me, we would have 7 people in total for the relay race, assuming that Wolfie as the instructor and observer will not participate in it. That gives us two groups of three integrands each, plus an extra... Meaning, I don't think we can go through with this without making the teams unbalanced."

He thought in silence about it a little longer and finally concluded, trying not to laugh at the idea:

"Unless, by any chance, a late student decides to step through the door right now..."

Bag o Fruit · Jan 28, 2019

Allen McNabb//Lazarus

Gus

Necessity4Fun "Mmmiss Juliannna Alavarenga!" Allen stared unnervingly at Juliana as his marker hand trailed off, leaving a black streak down the whiteboard. "W-I know I hhave t-told you before that cellular phonesss are not p-permitted in class! Sssince this is your first o-offense today, you'll only hhhave your name written on the b-b-board. Thisss is your f-first warning. A-a-and we'll have to a-ask that you p-p-put your cccellular phone in y-your bag, or in your d-d-desk."

Allen turned and wrote a marginally legible 'Juliana Alvarenga' on the top right corner of the board. When he had finished, he turned back. "Yyyyou know what hhappens if y-you have it out a-a-again..." He winked with embarrassing conspicuity.

Realistic or Modern Mission: Return of the Evening Star

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Justice RIDES AGAIN!!!

I'll keep trying, even if I'm not good enough...

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Justice RIDES AGAIN!!!

Justice RIDES AGAIN!!!

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I'll keep trying, even if I'm not good enough...

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Justice RIDES AGAIN!!!

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Justice RIDES AGAIN!!!

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Justice RIDES AGAIN!!!

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Justice RIDES AGAIN!!!

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I'll keep trying, even if I'm not good enough...

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