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[I][FONT="Times New Roman"]When day becomes night, everything can change.[/CENTER][/FONT][/I]


Across the world, people look into the sky as a dark shape moves to obscure the sun. A simple cosmic movement, but one which brings the Moon into position between the Earth and the Sun, casting darkness across the the planet.

Hand in hand with that darkness come a great many changes.

In Kansas, a teenage girl moves with such speed, blocking her drunken stepfather's fist mere millimetres from her face. He looks at her, his fat, gleeful face falling as he sees the sly grin that creeps across hers.

In Mumbai, a school burns to the ground as a young man finally sees the revenge he wished on his teachers fulfilled. Manic joy fills his eyes, a single fireball flickering between his fingers as he walks calmly away, noticing the approaching sound of sirens.

In Hong Kong, a boy jumps from the edge of a building, ready to end it all, only to find himself floating on the very air itself. He smiles, his love of life restored, and flies high into the darkened sky.

In London, a father cries with happiness as his terminally-ill daughter awakens from her coma, healed at his very touch. He embraces her as tears stream down from his eyes onto her hair.

And in Hartsdale, New York, there are those who wait in the shadows for all of these people...

"It's happening," says one man to the others surrounding him, "Now, find them."[/INDENT]

[INDENT][SIZE="1"]This is a Heroes RP that takes place in 1982, five years since the formation of the shady "Company." You are either a regular person who has recently discovered an amazing ability or you are a powerless yet formidable "company man." Those with powers will have the opportunity to be part of the company just not at the start.
[INDENT][B][U]Basic Information[/U][/B]
[B]Name:[/B] Your Regular Name
[B]Nickname:[/B] If any...

Motives:[/B] What motivates your character forward? Vengeance? Hope? Feel free to get detailed. Also include how this effects your characters' alignment. Remember if your character is good or bad at the beginning, they can always change.
[B]Alignment:[/B] Good? Bad? Unsure? Are you with the company or do you fly solo? Maybe you have a partner who travels with you (i.e. Ando and Hiro). Again, the more details the better.

[B][U]Powers and Personality[/U][/B]
[B]Power:[/B] If your character has a power, please be specific about exactly what it allows your character to do. If you've had your power longer than you will be more skilled with it.
[B]Personality:[/B] Your personality should almost represent your power in a way. This is a pretty shallow example but if your character controls fire, they might be hot tempered and wrathful.
[B]Weapon:[/B] If you have a power you cannot have a weapon. For now.

[B][U]The History of You[/U][/B]
[B]Background:[/B] Make it good.
[b]Discovery:[/b] Write about your character discovering their ability. You can do this as an alternative to writing the Background. Remember your character will have extremely limited use of the ability.

Any questions or concerns should be directed [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=59899][COLOR="Blue"]here[/COLOR][/url].[/SIZE][/INDENT]
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[B]Name:[/B] Leon Dietrich
[B]Age:[/B] 22
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/LDeathNote.jpg"][Leon][/URL]
Leon’s physical appearance is actually fairly reflective of his power-- he is fair skinned, his black hair is naturally wild even when groomed, and even though his eyes are dark blue and somewhat hidden behind thick, square-rimmed glasses, they are extraordinarily vibrant and captivating. He stands at 6’1’’ and is relatively thin, weighing 73 kg. (roughly 162 lbs). He is of mixed heritage, German and Spanish, and though he looks more German, he has no distinguishable accent.

His usual attire is: a black with thin white stripes button up, collared t-shirt; two black wristbands with golden skulls; silvery black jeans; checkered vans; a silver thunderbolt earring; and pair of black and gold DJ headphones.

[B]Motives:[/B] Leon is fueled most noticeably by a combination of personal redemption and, quite frankly, boredom. Leon has always been an insomniac, and the restlessness associated with his disorder led to his unfortunate accident; unable to adequately sleep he would venture out into the night and would often find himself in confrontations with gangs which he would attempt to heroically, and naively, confront. In the worst of all of the conflicts he was assaulted and struck squarely in the side of his head, receiving severe brain trauma and falling into a coma. Since his recovery and discovery by the company, he’s determined to use his constantly conscience state as an advantage for the company against renegade gifted humans.

Also, pretty much unbeknown to his co-workers, Leon sees those with powers as either Gods or Demons, tasked either to save or destroy the world around them. Having accidentally put hundreds of lives in danger due to his “rebirth”, he’s adamant about proving to himself that he was brought back to do good.
[B]Alignment:[/B] Good

[B][U]Powers and Personality[/U][/B]
[B]Power:[/B] [I]Electric Manipulation and Discharge[/I]- Leon can generate electricity (the exact extent of which is unknown right now) and release it in electrical arcs for a variety of functions. So far, Leon has only generated one powerful burst of electricity that “supercharged” his mind, then spread from his body and supercharged the hospital; since awakening and he’s begun testing his ability and been attempting to hone it. He can generate anywhere between a mild electric shock to a mildly forceful stun like blast which releases from his palms. He can also use his ability to power electronics without batteries. The more powerful the blast is, the more physical strain is placed on his body. His ability has also cemented his insomnia- he lacks the ability to sleep for anything longer than a “cat nap” due to the heightened activity of his brain.
[B]Personality:[/B] Leon‘s personality has become more erratic since the manifestation of his powers. His “consistent current” personality is friendly, gentlemanly and highly energetic, and he’s often prone to performing some form of physical activity, such as squats, running laps around a room, or sending electric bolts between his hands. However, like a power surge, Leon’s emotions will occasionally deviate substantially; he can become intensely depressed, angry and quick to act on instinct, or detached and apathetic.
Weapon: N/A

[B][U]The History of You[/U][/B]
[B]Discovery:[/B] The nurse led Leon’s parents into the room, so that they might see their son one last time before they made their fateful decision. He had been in his coma for months, and the doctors had just pronounced him brain dead, and wished to know what the family desired to do with their son. His mother wept profusely, burying her head into her husband’s chest upon sight of her son. His father’s voice escaped meekly from his mouth, barely audible to the doctors.

[B]“Are… are you sure there’s nothing that can be done?”[/B] The doctor nodded remorsefully, pulling his mask down to speak to the heartbroken parents.

[B]“His body is entirely unresponsive.”[/B] The mother’s weeping grew louder at this, and his father clenched her tightly to him. He stared at his son intently, his grief overcoming him, and he rushed to his son’s bed, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him violently, despite the attempts by the doctors to restrain him. He yelled desparedly, tears streaming freely down his face.

[B]“You jackass, you little ungrateful shit, we did everything for you, you had everything, you threw it all away, you’re gone now, you’re gone, you’re gone… oh God you‘re gone!”[/B] Energy expended he collapsed onto his son’s chest and hugged him tightly. The doctors released him now, allowing him his moment of sorrow. The mother walked over and hugged her son and her husband jointly, attempting to comfort her husband and to prepare herself for the choice they would have to make. She could not accept the situation herself, however, and she quickly became so overwhelmed that she sprang up and rushed out of the room. Leon’s father raced after herm fearful of what she might do to herself. To his relief, she had stopped at a nearby window, and was staring outside, half sobbing and half entranced. She turned to him and pointed to the outside world as if in a trance, her voice absentmindedly flittering from her mouth.

[B]“Both sons are gone only momentarily; hidden for a moment but soon reborn in full grandeur.”[/B] Her husband quickly ran to her side, frightened for her well being. Her eyes moved back to the world beyond the window, and he followed her gaze. Outside, an eclipse was ending; something about this eclipse sent shudders down his spine. He had no time to admire the eclipse or even tend to his wife, though-- the moment the eclipse ended, the lights in the hospital surged and became glaringly bright, then shattered simultaneously. From all around him he could hear shouts of fear and panic, and he quickly knew the reason; every machine had become supercharged as well and had shut down. The panic settled into him as well. He spun around to his wife and gripped her shoulders, terrified.

[B]“Leon!”[/B] He bounded down the hallways as fast as he possibly could, sweat pouring down his face. What if something had happened to his son? He didn’t say goodbye, he needed to say goodbye… He burst into the room at full speed, and in one moment his heart went from beating savagely against his chest to being as still as the dead. He crept over to his son’s bedside, entirely disbelieving of what his eyes were telling him. But a closer glance, a second glance, and then a third one confirmed it.

His son was gone.[/SIZE]
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[B]Name:[/B] Graeme Carpenter
[B]Nickname:[/B] "Gray"
[B]Age:[/B] 29
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Appearance:[/B] [[URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/graemecarpenter.jpg"]Gray - as drawn by a Company precog[/URL]]
Standing at just over 6 feet tall, Gray is an unconventionally handsome young man. His light brown hair falls down over his electric-blue eyes, so he seems to be constantly flicking it out of his vision. His smile is slightly crooked, and he has a small scar running across his left eyebrow, leaving a tiny section of it hairless.

He is well-built and muscular, and looks good whatever he's wearing. However, he usually wears a black, long-sleeved shirt or t-shirt with a black canvas jacket over the top. Dark blue jeans and black boots complete his outfit.

Aside from his usual clothes, he also has a necklace made of metal beads around his neck, and he wears a plain silver ring on his right ring finger at all times.

[B]Motives: [/B]Gray's motives are unclear. His crimes and the violent acts he carries out are seemingly random, with no clear pattern. He robs banks, takes out police and organised criminals and kills people, never revealing his motives as he does so. He is about as sadistic as they come, enjoying seeing people suffer at his hands, and yet he doesn't do it for the joy of killing, violence or carnage. He steals vast amounts of money, and yet he doesn't do it solely for the financial gain. All in all, Gray is somewhat of an enigma.

[B]Alignment:[/B] Bad

[U][B]Powers and Personality[/B][/U]
[B]Power:[/B] Gray has the ability to generate and manipulate naturally occuring magnetic fields. This means he can control and move ferrous materials (iron, steel etc.), and emit electromagnetic radiation, typically in the form of an electromagnetic pulse (EMP), allowing him to shut down electronic systems in a certain radius, the extent of which is currently unknown. He is incredibly skilled in the use of his ability, as he has been in possession of it since he was a child.

His skill in the use of his power means he is able to do many things, including lifting great weights, provided they are at least partly constructed from ferrous metals; throwing up magnetic shields which can deflect metal projectiles (bullets, for example); extracting metals from his own body using fine control; and opening metal safe boxes without damaging the structures at all. When there is no metal around, however, Gray's power is all but useless.
Personality:[/B] Gray is brutal and violent, but behind the cold, aggressive exterior lies a calm, calculating and even very funny individual. He is intelligent and witty, and dryly humorous. He does everything for a reason, but never gives away what his reasons are. Gray is dedicated and disciplined, maintaining a rigorous physical training regimen to keep his mind and his body in shape. He also spends a large amount of time practicing using his ability, to make sure he is never out of practice. He lifts heavy objects using his power, and also practices his fine motor control, opening safe boxes and other intricate metal devices.

[B]Discovery: [/B][/SIZE][SIZE=1]

[I]June 1953[/I]

Blinding pain flashed through Graeme's skull as the darkness invaded the classroom. He gasped, clutching at his temples and lowering his head to his hard, wooden desk. The lights in the classroom began to flicker, dropping the class into pitch darkness.

[B]"Graeme,"[/B] said the teacher, [B]"Are you alright?"[/B] She walked quickly down the aisle towards his desk and knelt down beside the seven-year-old.

[B]"My...head hurts,"[/B] he gasped, clutching harder and harder at the sides of his head.
"Do you need to see the nurse?"[/B] the teacher asked, panic rising in her voice. The combination of the lights malfunctioning, the lunar eclipse that was occuring in the sky and the young boy's pain was upsetting her, and she needed to get at least one of them under control. Graeme nodded, and got to his feet slowly.

[B]"It hurts..."[/B] he shrieked, dropping to his knees, his fists clenched in front of him. He took a few deep breaths, and felt the air around him crackle with energy.

Suddenly, metal objects across the classroom began floating into the air. Screws undid themselves from the joints in the wooden desks, and they all started flying through the air around the small boy. The lights continued to flicker, faster and more erratic.

[B]"Graeme?"[/B] cried the teacher, getting to her feet and backing towards her desk. The bulbs in the electric lights burst in showers of sparks, and the rest of the children began to scream, jumping out of their chairs and running towards the door.

The metal objects began to fly faster and faster around Graeme, who had struggled to his feet.

[B]"Graeme, stop it!"[/B] shouted the teacher, but her words were cut short by a compass hurtling towards her, the sharpened point towards her. The metal blade slashed right across her jugular, sticking into the wall behind her. Blood sprayed across the classroom, showering the frightened children with scarlet. She slumped to the floor, each breath gurgling as she drew it in and expelled it.

The metal objects flew in ever-increasing circles around Graeme, and slammed into the crowd of children by the door. Blood flowed, and screams filled the air.

Sunlight began to stream through the windows, and Graeme dropped to the floor once more, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Tears streamed from his eyes, but he got to his feet, wiping his eyes, and looked upon the carnage he had created...
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[B]Name:[/B] Kain Baraccus
[B]Nickname:[/B] The Endless
[B]Age: [/B]25
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Appearance:[/B] Endless stands about 5?10? and has long black hair that is shoulder length, he ties it up or leaves it down depending on his mood. He wears a light trench coat at all times, the color is always black and it is the only piece of clothing he wears that is constant. Other wise, Endless changes his outfits daily, mismatching whatever he can from whether he wear gloves to the style and color of his shoes, even the type of socks he wears changes with the days, sometimes hours. He has a strong but tough jaw structure, kind of squared; his face has some marks here and there, self inflicted due to his unstable nature.

He has a scar that starts form the left corner of his mouth and ends at mid cheek, another is a slash in his eye brow and the last is a few inches below his right eye, about a three inch line straight across his face. He sometimes covers up his scars, usually no more then covering up two of his marks. He likes to see the disturbed looks as they see what he did to his own face, but, he doesn?t remember sometimes that he did it to himself. He has dark green eyes that show madness and kindness in sporadic moments. With Endless, you never know what you will get, or what you will see. It is sometimes a treat, or a final look into the soul of an endless abyss of darkness.

[B]Motives[/B]: Kain's motives are a mystery to most, but to a rare few who know of his way of thinking knows that he is in it for the carnage. For the sheer violence he can enact on people in ways that only a few people can actually think of. His lust for blood and gore propel him forward in his existence and give him the purpose that he craves.

[B]Alignment:[/B] Bad

[B][U]Powers and Personality[/U][/B]
[B]Power:[/B] Kain's power is rather unique, but very vulgar in practice. Kain's power is the ability to devour his victim?s specific part to gain that strength for a limited amount of time before the new ability fades away. For example, if Kain desires to be stronger, he can take a muscle from the persons body and consume it to temporarily gain more strength, or if he wants to learn what the enemy knows, he can devour their brain matter and know what they knew, the memories of the other will fade in a short time.

[B]Personality:[/B] Kain's personality is border line sociopath; he is manipulative and has a rather sadistic mind set that makes him an outcast amongst most people. His eyes are usually the tell tale sign of what he plans, or his cold smile just before he acts on sick impulses. And then he can change just like that, and become a calculating predator. Because of his unhealthy personality type, he is prone to rather random acts of destruction to things around him, to others, and to himself.
The History of You[/U][/B]
[B]Background:[/B] Kain's life as a child was rather boring and uneventful; he didn't really experience life in his childhood days. He was born to a religious mother and father and was taught the moral ethics and codes that came with the religion. One of those codes was that a child is not allowed to speak unless spoken to. So, he kept to himself, only really interacting with his sister who was about his age. He resented his parents for treating him like some tool for their beliefs. And with being a withdrawn kid his resentment grew with every year that passed, every year he was forced to listen to the dribble of his parents. The lies that came form their mouth always disgusted him, and it only grew worse as time went on.

When Kain and his sister were about teenagers, Kain's internal hatred and rather sadistic nature was too much to keep within himself. He finally found and outlet when he was walking home from school one day, an orange tabby crossed his path one day and out of pure frustration he malicious kicked the animal in its side and sent the creature flying through the air. He heard a screech from the creature that sparked his interest and he became more interested in the pain of other living things. It started out small in the beginning, baby birds and stray cats would be collected after school, or days he ditched school. When he felt he had enough for the day, he would either deal with them on the street or he would take them home and perform "experiments" on the poor creatures.

When he took care of them on the street, which would entitle either being smashed against a building wall or a dumpster in some ally. Or him throwing them on the ground and then stomping the creature into bloody pulp. At home, he would use different implements or tools he could think of to cut, tear, shred, break, and mutilate the animal he was murdering. He tossed the corpses away after each experiment was finished. This habit subsided after several years, becoming less severe and less violent as he became more precise with his cuts and mutilation. Once he grew bored with this, he withdrew into himself again, only conversing with his older sister. She took care of him, making sure he wouldn?t suddenly crack and hurt himself, or someone else.

When Kain reached high school, he found a new obsession that would not be satisfied by mere years. It would take a lifetime for it to fade away. It was one school day when he bumped into another student, rather forcefully too. The other student had turned on Kain and shoved him; Kain took this to offense quiet immediately and shoved the student back. Both assumed a fighting stance at that point, and this is where he discovered his new obsession. When his fist made contact with the other students face and not only saw the damage he dealt, but felt it as well. He was invigorated by the fight, by the act of inflicting so much pain on another, it was thrill he had yet to experience. And just like an addictive drug, he wanted more. He needed more of it.

He started endless amount of fights, picking them with whoever he could. He needed little provocation for anyone to become his next target. This acting out, as his parents and therapist called it, caused him to be removed from several schools and caused his parents much frustration. They did find out that when their son was near his sister he cooled down significantly. Almost as if he was tranquil when his sister was around, his parents enrolled him in the private that his sister was going too. And they made sure she was close to him at all times, and while she was he remained quiet. He was as calm as he could get, and he became more dangerous in that sense. He didn?t simply act on impulse; he acted on conscious thought now. He was true predator, all thanks to the calming effect his sister gave him. She somehow was able to make Kains thought center, they became coherent and were focused.

This led to his no longer random acts of violence; they were planned out and were precise. This led to fewer crimes on his part, but they were more disturbing. And as he left high school and went out into the world for a time, he retreated in on himself again, avoiding the real world and staying close to his sister. She was only a couple years older then him so it wasn?t that hard for them to have a close connection. She took care of him for many years, until a fateful accident took his sister for him. The accident had occurred at home; she had been just getting out of the shower and had a pair of scissors with her. She was cutting at the split ends she had; she started to head down the stairs when she slipped and tumbled down the stairs. The scissors that she had been using lodged themselves into her next, cutting her jugular; she was alive as long as the scissors weren?t removed. Kain had found her, barely alive and breathing. He had rushed to her, seeing the only thing he actually cared about dying from a freak accident.

As her life slipped away, he could feel her cool presence fading from him. His thoughts were getting jumbled again, he was loosing coherent thought and he started to panic. Kain was twenty-four at the time when an eclipse had passed by. His powers had come to him in such an odd way, he felt the need to feed and found that consuming only food was not enough. He felt weak all the time now; he understood when his sister was their bleeding. He took her in his arms and fed on her blood, he felt her presence again, this time it was so much stronger, it coursed through his body. This is the only ability that ever stayed with him permanently, his sisters last gift to him. The ability for him to think clearly and not get lost in the hazy of his own madness of his mind. He disappeared after his sister?s death; everyone assumed he had committed the murder since his teeth marks were on her neck and his track were through the blood. He has remained hidden ever since.[/SIZE]
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[B]Name:[/B] Olivia Ford
[B]Nickname:[/B] Liv
[B]Age:[/B] 19
[B]Gender:[/B] Female
[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://img132.imageshack.us/my.php?image=allwehaveisnowbyrobbypin4.jpg"][here][/URL]
Olivia is a petite girl, standing at 5'6" and weighing just over 100 pounds. She is fair skinned and her dark brown hair is often expressive of her mood and accentuates that mood quite creatively. Her eyes are naturally a dark blue, but they change colors with the active use of her power.

[B]Motive:[/B] Liv doesn't really have motives as she's naturally an indecisive person. Her strong convictions towards any one cause may change as simply as the wind. Although she consistently believes in doing only what is right, that line is often blurred, considering her history.
[B]Alignment:[/B] Good

[B][U]Powers and Personality[/U][/B]
[B]Powers:[/B] [I]Animal Symbiosis[/I] - Liv is able to telepathically create a link between her mind and another animal's. Not only does this translate to literally communicating with animals, but she is also able to see through their eyes and temporarily take control that animal's movements and actions. Although this power has yet to fully develop, it should also be noted that during symbiotic link, Liv often possesses physical trademarks of the animal she is linked to. (Ex: Increased energy/stamina, increased strength, sharpened teeth and nails, enhanced smell/sight/hearing, etc.)
[B]Personality:[/B] Liv is, at heart, a people-pleaser. She has always thought of herself as a humanitarian and finds herself in places where helping others is prominent. No matter the situation, she's able to adapt with artistic flair and creativity. She's a smart girl and tends to be a bit of a perfectionist. If you get in her way, she won't run you over, but make you see things her way.
This doesn't mean that she's close-minded. Quite the contrary, Liv is a very idealistic girl, always taking the time to learn about something she didn't know before. However, personality traits from animals exposed to prolonged symbiotic links seems to have embedded themselves in Liv leading to vast array of what the American Psychiatric Association would define as personality disorders. She is often prone to sudden outbursts of emotion, possessive or jealous tendencies, laziness, arrogance, impulsiveness, etc.

[B][U]The History of You[/U][/B]
[B]Background:[/B] Liv was born in the state of Washington and is the eldest of five children. After her mother passed away in an accident, she became the matriarch of the family. It became her responsibility to care for her brothers and sisters and she was forced to give up her dream of becoming a veterinarian due to lack of money for education. She and her twin brother, Micah helped out as much as they could but even then, it was too difficult. Her youngest sister was diagnosed with cancer and died a year later. When her father decided to move in with his distant relatives, taking the other two children with him, Liv was left alone. She began walking dogs as a part-time job in conjunction with waitressing at the local diner. That's when she met [URL="http://img370.imageshack.us/my.php?image=hogangermanshorthairedpzn7.jpg"][Sally],[/URL] a German Short-haired Pointer. When Sally's owner passed away and bequeathed the dog to Liv, the two became very close and Live discovered her power.

The sun was bright on this particular summer day as Liv played fetch with Sally in the park. She tried to do this at least once a day in her busy schedule as a vet's assistant; a job that her brother had gotten for her.

But something wasn't right about this day. Not only could she sense it, but even Sally seemed to pick up on it as she lazily fetched the ball, contrast to her usual energy. The dog continuously glanced up at the sky before returning to Liv on her command.

[B]"Good girl, Sally!"[/B] She commended the dog but was thanked with the usual lick on the face. Instead, the dog whined as it paced in circles, refusing to sit still.

A sudden shade had passed over the park and Liv thought it was just a cloud at first, but realized that there wasn't a cloud in the sky. She looked up to notice a partial eclipse. The sun was being blacked out by the moon, but the strangest part of it all was that she hadn't remembered anything in the news indicating an eclipse today.

[B]"That's strange,"[/B] she said to herself, patting Sally on the back.

[B]"Yes it is,"[/B] To her astonishment, her dog had just replied back to her. She looked around cautiously to make sure that there wasn't anyone around. [I]Dogs can't talk,[/I] she told herself.

[B]"Well that's a relief. I had no idea."[/B] That same voice echoed in her ears as if someone had just spoken it. Yet, there was no one around her except Sally. There was obviously an air of sarcasm in the voice, but Liv was still too shocked to actually reply.

[B]"What's going on?"[/B] She said aloud. The eclipse had already passed.

[B]"Who knows, but isn't this cool?"[/B] Surely Liv had just gotten too much sun and she was experiencing heat distress of some kind. At that thought, Sally licked her face adoringly before adding. [B]"You're not distressed. We're both normal."[/B]

Liv continued to stare at her dog, quizzically completely astounded by what had transpired.[/SIZE]
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[B]Name:[/B] Izzie J. Hasier "It's pronounced [i]Haysher[/i]." Izzie would say.
[B]Age:[/B] 16
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Appearance:[/B] [[url=http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa71/anyelaaleyna/anime%20guy/anime5.jpg]Izzie as seen in a painting by a precog.[/url]]
Izzie is a very smart looking lad that always seems to be thinking about something. His long sandy blonde hair and black rimmed glasses (he also wears contacts occasionally) frame his pale skin complexion.

He usually wears a hoodie to cover his messy hair which he refuses to cut. Izzie is very artsy and that is reflected in what he wears. He also carries a notepad and a pen every where he goes.

[B]Motives:[/B] Izzie has no idea what the company is and that there are other people with abilities like his own. When he discovered this ability he decided he was the only one in the world with anything like it and so he's kept it to himself. Only his cat knows.
[B]Alignment:[/B] Unsure. Izzie is really a swing vote. He's good at heart and has good intentions but he would be easy to corrupt.

[B][U]Powers and Personality[/U][/B]
[B]Power:[/B] [i]Temperature Manipulation and Resistance[/i] - Izzie has the ability to dramatically raise or drop the temperature of anything he touches. He also has a permanent resistance to all temperature changes giving him an huge resistance against fire and ice.
[B]Personality:[/B] Izzie usually keeps to himself but if you start to talk to him you'll find he's rather sociable and even has a unique (albeit twisted) sense of humour. He's not mad at the world or anything but with his new found powers he's starting to wonder if he should be doing something more with them. Whether that is robbing a bank or stopping one from being robbed he doesn't know.

Much like his power, Izzie's mood is quick to change. He can go from completely relaxed to yelling his friends ear off if he's provoked enough.
[b]Weapon:[/b] Pen.

[B][U]The History of You[/U][/B]
[B]Background:[/B] Born and raised in Ontario, Canada Izzie was always used to a blistering hot summer and face-freezing winter every year. He's lived in the same house his entire life with his parents, their two dogs (Flint and Tinder) and his cat (Misty). It's a medium sized house that has seen way too many renovations. The huge backyard behind it backs onto a large forest that doesn't really belong to anyone.

Often Izzie would retreat to the forest when he was bored to read a book or draw a nice sketch. It was also in this forest where he discovered his ability. Leading a pretty normal life up to discovering his powers it's going to take him some time to adapt to the changes.

Since he's just discovered the ability, it almost has a mind of its own. When Izzie's emotions heighten suddenly like if he's angry or stressed his body will start to change temperature either turning him white from the cold or a steaming red.[/SIZE]
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[B]Name:[/B] Victoria Ravenwood
[B]Nickname:[/B] Scar
[B]Age:[/B] 20
[B]Gender:[/B] Female
[B]Appearance: [/B] She always has her hair covering the burned side of her face, and the many tattoos covering her body conceal her scars. Tends to wear revealing clothes, only to attract the ones who would dare to make comments.

[I]Tim[/I]: He wears more casual clothing, usually consisting of ripped jeans, a black shirt, and a worn leather jacket.

[B]Motives:[/B] She is on a mission to rid the world of the "undeserving". Anyone who she believes doesn't deserve their life. Those who throw their life away for nothing,like, whores, abusers, druggies, drunks, etc.
[B]Alignment:[/B] Bad, Tim and Victoria are completely against the company, believing that everyone should have a fair chance at living amongst humans, until they prove themselves "Unworthy". Tim (22) is her partner, he also has an ability. He becomes like a spirit, becoming translucent with black eyes. He can touch things, though nothing can touch him. He mostly uses it to walk through walls if need be. (Kinda like Danny Phantom, if you know that show ^.^)

[U][B]Powers and Personality[/B][/U]
[B]Power:[/B] [I]Snatcher/Morpher-[/I] She can switch out any part of her body for someone/or something else, but only for a limited time,then her body morphs back. When she steals the parts, the victim loses it permanently, so they can die if she takes something crucial. ( Ex. If she saw someone with a great body, she could morph her body to look like it, however, the person's body she morphed into would be gone, only leaving a decapitated head on the ground. In order to gain something, something of equal value must be lost.)
[B]Personality:[/B] Her personality changes with her body, fitting the look with the attitude, but she is usually anti-social. She can get very angry with those who ridicule her, especially females. They are the ones she usually kills, stealing their face or other appealing parts she finds suitable.
[B]Weapon[/B]: None, unless she morphs one of her body parts for a weapon.
[B]The History of You[/B][/U]

Victoria could feel the skin melting from her face as she was held down unto the soldering red coals. The pain overwhelmingly intensifying with every passing second. Squirming and screaming to get loose from the drunken woman holding her down, she finally got away, falling immediately to the floor.

"That will teach ya, you little wench! The next time you backtalk me I'll cut out your tongue." With an evil smirk, the woman stumbled over to the beaten young teen and grabbed her onyx hair. " Your not so pretty now are you? Ugly bitch... now I'll never have to worry about you stealing my men." chuckling gruesomely, she grabbed another bottle of whiskey and headed towards the bedroom.

Trying hard not to touch her raw cheek, Victoria crawled outside of the small apartment to a room down the hall. On the verge of blacking out, she quickly slapped the door with her bloody hands. "Tim...help..." Hardly gathering the strength to speak, she called to him one last time, then...darkness.

Awaking to a white room, all to familiar, she smiled and rolled her head to the side. The pain had subsided, but she could see the bag of liquid dangling next to her, so she had to be on drugs. Looking around, she saw a young man sleeping on a chair next to her. "...Tim..."

The man rubbed his eyes sand sat up, smiling foolishly whilst still half asleep. " Hey kiddo. How you feeling?"

"Good I suppose, though, the drugs are probably the reason."

"Yeah, they got you on some pretty strong stuff. So?"


"You know what. I hear a light cry from my door at 3 in the morning and open it to see a much bloodier and burnt 14 year old girl passed out in front of me."

Sighing and trying not to look at him, she replied, " Well, my mom came home from the bar late like always. She also had another random guy as always. They were both drunk off their ass's and I could tell the guy was definitely trouble. He had this look about him you know? He kept staring at me, and trying to touch me. So, I escaped to my room for the night. They both went off to "bed" and I went to sleep. Of course, I was awoken by them screaming at each other like an hour later, and the next thing I know mom storms out of the apartment, and leaves him there. Normally I would just go back to sleep, knowing her date would leave soon after. But something felt wrong, and I was scared for some reason. For once, I didn't want my mom to leave. Suddenly, the guy came bursting through my door with a huge grin on his face. I tried to run, but he was way stronger than me! The next thing I know, he was ripping my clothes off, and trying to kiss me. Ugh! The smell of all that alcohol and cheap cigarettes made me sick! Luckily, mom came back just before he could actually do anything, but instead of being pissed at him, she started screaming at me and calling me a man stealing whore! Like it was my fault he was trying to rape me! So, the guy leaves and my mom starts hitting me. I suppose you can figure out the rest..." Stuffing her face in her pillow, she screamed and laid back down.

"Viki you have to talk to tell the police. "

"What! No, she would kill me for sure. Are you nuts?"

Tim smiled and hugged her. "I'm sure the police wouldn't let her near you Vik. You have to talk to them. I'll be there with you all the way."

"I suppose your right, plus I'm sure I can't keep making up completely unrealistic stories to the nurses this time. They never believed me before, and since this scar will be much more obvious, then I can't just hide it under baggy clothes." Smiling slightly, she looked out the window. "Hey! An eclipse, how cool!"

Tim turned around towards the window and gazed. "Why don't you make a wish? An eclipse is definitly more powerful than a shooting star."

Happily laughing, Victoria smiled and glanced out the door. "Lets see..oh, I wish I had that nurse's eyes. There beautiful." Suddenly a sharp pain rose in both her eyes, and she grunted. "Ow!" After rubbing her eyes, she looked at Tim, who was starring at her dumbfound. "What?"

"Your eyes...they've changed."

"Ha ha, yeah ri..." She was immediately cut off by a blood curtailing scream from the hallway. Quickly jumping from the bed she ran out to the hall to see what had happened, snapping the IV in the progress. Her new eyes widened as she looked down the hall, the beautiful nurse's face was covered in blood, with empty eye sockets.

"Wha...Tim?" Looking behind her, she saw Tim laying on the floor holding his head. " Tim! Are you ok? What's wrong?"

"Damn...I had it under control. Why now?"

Trying to grab his shoulder, her hand went through him instead (like a ghost). Gasping, she stood up and took a step back. "What the hell?" Tim's eyes were now pitch black and his body translucent..

" We need to go now."

"Wait, what's going on?"

"I'll explain everything later, but I'm guessing that eclipse is what threw me off guard. I'm always concentrated enough to keep a physical form...anyways. Go now! I'll meet you at my car."

Running down the stairs as quick as she could, she made it to Tim's car and waited patiently. It took a few minutes, but he soon arrived with a full backpack.

"What's that?"

"Some pain meds for you. Once that wears off, your gonna be in a world of hurt. Now, let me tell you about a certain organization you need to be aware of."
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[FONT="Tahoma"][COLOR="DimGray"]Sign-ups look awesome, guys! You're all accepted but there's a few things I need to say. Based on your sign-ups I've decided where your characters will start in the RP.

Bad guys, the three of you are locked up in the Company not willing to work for them and unable to get out. Good guys, you're currently [I]working[/I] for the Company and whether your character likes it or not is up to you. All the company is doing at the moment is putting away people who are misusing their powers and underneath it all they're plotting something fishy.

[U][b]Level 5 Prisoner[/b][/U]
[I]DeLarge[/I] as [B]Graeme "Gray" Carpenter[/B]
[I]The Endless[/I] as [B]Kain Baraccus[/B]
[I]cheese master[/I] as [B]Victoria "Scar" Ravenwood[/B]

[u][b]Company Agents[/b][/u]
[i]Omega[/i] as [b]Leon Dietrich[/b]
[i]Darren[/i] as [b]Olivia Ford[/b]

And my character is currently far away from all of you oblivious to the whole situation. We'll be using the [B]chapter system[/B] from other RPs but in a unique way. I'll set objectives that need to be met by the end of the chapter (like bad guys escape level 5) but how they're met is completely up to us. For example, you could break out (somehow), convince a good guy to be bad, fight a good guy in the spar thread (if they're down) or decide to work for the company as a villain.

I'll also set restrictions for each chapter to avoid unnecessary plot holes and such. I only have like the first 3 chapters planned out so after that I'd love if you guys planned out and started chapters as well. I want to talk to guys back and forth about all of this before we begin so [i]please[/i] direct your attention [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=59899][COLOR="Blue"]here (backstage)[/COLOR][/url].[/COLOR][/FONT]

I'm leaving the sign-ups for the entirety of the RP. I want anyone to be able to jump in whether or not we've started the RP.[/CENTER]
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[SIZE="1"][B][I][U]Basic Information[/U][/I][/B]
[B][U]Name:[/U][/B] Ethan Alexander Port
[B][U]Nickname:[/U][/B] N/A
[B][U]Age:[/U][/B] 18
[B][U]Gender:[/U][/B] M
[B][U]Appearance:[/U][/B] At 6 foot even, Ethan has a short hair cut, coming down to half way in front of his green eyes. He’s skinny, lengthy, and has a calm look about him. His skin is flawless, due to his power, adding to his appeal and his uncanny good vibes. His face is charming, to say the least, but he has bags under his eyes, due to lack of sleep. He tends to wear a black beanie, usually a simple t-shirt, though on colder days, he wears a black hooded sweatshirt, and blue jeans. He has, however, a weird outfit that looks like a scarecrow of sorts, hat included, that he uses when he goes out and looks for things to help with. It is made of patches of brown, orange, and yellow material. Thou it looks a little like a Halloween costume, he has a trench coat that seems goes well with it, as it is a bit torn and patched itself.

[B][U]Motives:[/U][/B] His motives are mainly to do good around the city when he can. But, when he is at school or at a party, he will abuse his power, trying to outlast someone, impress a woman, or merely try to be the life of the party

[B][U]Alignment:[/U][/B] Good

[B][I][U]Powers and Personality[/U][/I][/B]
[B][U]Power:[/U][/B] Natural Hormone control- Ethan's "power" is the fact that he can tap into his hypothalamus and other hormone excreting glands and organs to produce whatever hormone he pleases, such as adrenaline, endorphins, etc. He is also able to emit pheromones on command. But, he can not control the aftermath, in which his body has to make up for his unbalanced hormones. If he has used adrenaline, he will become exhausted, endorphins, and he will become rather depressed.

[B][U]Personality:[/U][/B] At most times, Ethan will be a happier person, always fun loving and energetic. Even when his hormones have begun to effect him, he is able to remain a little more of himself, as he has adapted to being under these influences. He will become more aggressive and conceited when he is under adrenaline, thou, putting him in bad situations. When he is out in the city, he tends to be more quite and stays calm in most situations. When at parties, thou, he will think nothing of becoming the center of attention.

[B][I][U]The History of You[/U][/I][/B]
[B][U]Background:[/U][/B] A kid from a large town in the west coast, he never really knew what to do with himself aside from do what came natural: What he finds right. His mother had raised him well, as she would tell him often. He wasn’t an outcast in school, he got good grades, got to work on time, never shirked his duities at home, and helped out those in need. Thou he was a little bit of a loose cannon, it was easier for him to control his actions, as his hormones would almost always be in check. He has a close friend that he’s known since the 3rd grade, when he saved her dog from getting hit by a car… by letting it hit him instead. Since he saw her, he felt like he’s been in love, but he frequently will look for other women, as he wants to get her out of his head. He’s never told her, nor does he ever intend to. But, to his dismay, he would do anything for her. They often go out with other friends and find things to do in and out of the city. His father had been involved with the CIA, so his family had money. He frequently carried wads of money and randomly gave it to a homeless person around the city.

[B][U]Discovery:[/U][/B] [B]“Ethan! Ethan, honey, you need to get to sleep.”[/B] His mother was yelling from the kitchen at a 11 year old Ethan, who was still up, watching the news. He was waiting to see if the kids that stole his lunch today got arrested. He wanted to see them on TV, being pulled into the cop car, crying, screaming [B]“Why would we do such a horrible thing! He’s smaller than us and needs to be helped, not hurt!.”[/B]
It never happened.
[B]“Alright mom,”[/B] Ethan said as he turned the television off and headed upstairs to bed. He didn’t know what happened. He knew what was supposed to happen. He knew they were supposed to get caught, get in trouble, get grounded, and then have to apologize to him. It’s what he had to do when he did something he wasn’t supposed to do. But why not those kids? They did this to other kids too, and still, they never got more than a detention. It wasn’t fair. That’s not right, he thought.
[B]“Brad, could you go make sure he’s okay?”[/B] his mother asked his father, who was at the kitchen table reading the paper. He looked up at her and said, “Course, dear.” He put his paper down, got up kissed his wife, and headed up to Ethan’s room. He got to the door, knocked the secret knock that only him and his son knew. [B]“Hey bucko. You doing okay?”[/B] he asked when he opened the door. Ethan was already in bed, wearing a sad and lonely face.
[B]“Yeah, dad. I’m okay.”[/B] Ethan said in a sad tone.
[B]“Ethan,”[/B] his dad said as he walked into the room and took a seat beside Ethan on the bed, [B]“I know how you feel. I remember when I was your age, I had to deal with bullies at school too. They can be a big problem, but you have to remember something: you are better than them. They’ll tell you that your not, cause you’re smaller, you’re weaker, or something else. But, they’re right about that. You’re not better cause you’re bigger or stronger than another person. What makes you better than them, is the fact that you know what you do is right. You will get a better job in the long run, make more money, find a better wife, and have a better life, just cause you believe in something I do. That’s justice son. Now, you get some sleep. You have all tomorrow to play. Night, bucko.”[/B] With that, Brad kissed his son on the forehead, got up, left the room and closed the door.
I wish I was bigger, Ethan thought. I wish I was bigger, not to hurt them. Just to help other kids who get their stuff stolen by bullies. He felt an uncomfortable sensation that night, for about two hours. He couldn’t sleep till it subsided. He finally fell asleep.
The next morning, Ethan got up and made his way to the bathroom. He got there, closed and locked the door, and began to get ready for the day. He began to brush his teeth, when he looked in the mirror. What he saw was something he couldn’t believe. He had grown what seemed like half a foot over the night. He looked in sheer awe at what had happened. He had even grown a bit of facial hair on his chin! He reached to mediecne cabinet to find something to help him wake up a bit more, but it wouldn’t open. He tried and tried, but it just wouldn’t open. He quickly grew angry, and yelled at the cabinet, [B]“OPEN UP!”[/B] His voice cracked as he did so. A feeling also came over him. One of power. And before he knew what he was doing, he had torn the cabinet off the wall. He fell over, taking with cabinet with him. There he sat for a moment, then he flipped the mirror back to himself. He looked at himself. [B]“What am I?”[/B] he asked aloud.
This was the only occurence before the occurance. As the years passed, he always wondered what happened that night. It didn't happen again, so he couldn't only ponder what had happend. The doctor who looked at him that week said it was an irregular and spontanious flux of hormones. He spent the next couple of years as the tallest kid his grade, until high school. He didn't grow in the down time at all. His voice no longer cracked, but he didn't grow any taller or bigger.
Then, the eclipse came. The night of the eclipse, he felt a little like that night he had that night so long ago. He spent the night looking in the miirror, wondering. He wondered if he merely thought, would he be able to grow. He thought of growing facial hair that night. The next morning... he woke up with it. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE="2"][FONT="Century Gothic"]I'll try my hand...

[B]Character Information[/B]
Name: Montgomery Trois


Nickname: 'Monty'

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Appearance: Monty stands at an even 6"0 and is muscularly thin at 170lbs. He is a handsome black man, a scar over his right eye and toned all over from years of excercising with light weights and constant activity.

Motives: Monty's motiviation in life is his curiosity. He believes that there is a purpose for everything and though he can not understand it all, Monty wants to try and understand everything he can. He is a pure hearted man who believes in the best of people and never tries to give up on whomever or whatever he cares about.

Alignment: Monty is a good person who works with the Company. Though he has proven to the company that he is a trustworty worker, the Company has not given Monty any information considering their future motives.

[B]Powers and Personality[/B]
Power: Monty is 'skilled' based on his power of accuracy. It is with this power that he has been able to capture 'special' people for the Company. His power of accuracy has no impact on his reflexes or his fighting ability. His talent is only reliable with ranged or thrown weapons and only within direct eye contact distance. This power is also random; it comes and goes as as it pleases.

Personality: Monty constantly absorbs whatever he is interested in, trying to learn everything he can. He is also a good friend to others, but others believe that his happiness is a motive to get close and prey on them in the long run. Regarding work, Monty is dedicated on the mission and has not lost a target as of yet. Just because his great accuracy is random, it doesn't weaken his motivation.

Weapon: Accuracy (When it works, it is pinpoint accurate)

[B]The History of You[/B]
Background Location: Kansas City, Kansas, 1253hrs.

"I wonder who's in this envelope?"

Montgomery Trois rubbed his 5 o'clock shadow while grabbing a manilla envelope from one of the Company's many unknown associates. His black dress shirt and slacks blended in perfectly with the night; it was his usual attire for work. As he turned away he pressed a small button grasped in his free palm opening the door to his 2007 Dodge Stratus. As he got inside, he threw the manilla envelope on the passenger side seat. Monty hated having stubble on his chin; looking professional showed the Company that he cared about his job.

"Alright... Lets take a look shall we?"

Trois reached in the opposite seat and grabbed his envelope, emptying the contents in his free hand. A black and white photo showed a remarkable looking brunette woman with young features and firm looking breasts.

"Hmm. I wonder what the Company wants with her?" He thought to himself. He took out the secondary bits of paper and read up on her power, address, and common spots that she likes.

"Super strength... aggressive... yadayada." Monty sighed aloud. "I swear, if I had a nickel for every super strong person that the Company gives me... What is this, my initiation? For christ sakes..." Monty started his car and drove off to a common spot that the list gave off: American Brewery, 1605 W. Terrace.

At the American Brewery, 0100hrs...

Josephine Walker was playing darts, enjoying a dark haired man rubbing up against her butt way more than he should as he was trying to show her how to play. Though her father had taught her everything he knew about the game, she felt like having a little fun with a stranger tonight. She allowed him to carress her thighs and her waist. When he went towards the breasts however, she politely turned around to meet his face.

"I have something to tell you." She had said it with a serious look, though her look of flirtation was still there.

"Shit." The man said, disgusted based on her look. "You got aids?"

"Nono, it's nothing like that." She stated with a slightly offended look. "It's just that..."

"You got herpes?" The man said again more curious.


"Is it contagious?"

"I don't... think so."

"Is it a boyfriend?" The man stated, not truly looking at her anymore.

"Boyfriend? Why on Earth would you thi-"

"Excuse me, Mrs. Walker?" Monty said while touching her shoulder from behind. He knew that he had interuppted. "Am I intruding?"

She turned, looking into his light hazel eyes. She was taken aback by his devilish good looks.


"Oh... well hello. I'm Montgomery Trois from the Department of Helth. I need to talk with you in private for a few minutes."

"Shit." The dark haired man stated. "I knew it was aids."

"Shut up!" Josephine screamed. Something inside her had snapped not wanting to be embarrassed in front of such a man, and with that, the flirtatious man became silent. Trois however, reached for his weapon and tipped her off that something was wrong. She grabbed his black shirt and flung him like a rag doll across the bar. Josephine turned back to the perplexed man who had once flirted with her.

"This is what I was trying to tell you! You shit!" She yelled aloud, so everyone could hear her. "I'm strong! Stronger than I should be!" She picked him up by the throat as she talked. She was through trying to impress anyone. The man, now red in the face from lack of blood flow, gurgled for breath but found none.

"Now do you understand?" She said looking into his dying eyes. He shook his head as if the jesture would save his life.

Trois, face down on the dirty bar floor 10 feet away, got up slowly to see Josephine grabbing the flirt by his neck, his feet above the ground.

"Damn adrenaline. She's not thinking straight." He strained to say above his scrambled thoughts, remembering the notes he read. As he shook off the fatigue and ran to the two, Josephine turned around to hold the dying man close to her face. Trois grabbed his standard issue .45 Desert Eagle.

"Try anything and he dies."

He knew she was serious, her hand dangerously tight on the man's neck but something happened that he couldn't quite explain at that moment. His mind moved faser than it had ever moved before and his body simultaniously became unusually relaxed. He wasn't nervous or scared regardless of what she said. Time moved slower than expected. It felt like he was at peace with himself. The background dissolved and all audio slowly ceased. Only he and the duo remained. The two then both grew larger in his perception until any shot he wanted to make would've been child's play.

Trois pulled the trigger.

The round sped the the air towards the duo: the startled woman and the dying man. The bullet grazed the side of the man's neck, puncturing the woman's shoulder and breking her collerbone. As the duo fell to the ground, the man both gasped for air and grabbed his neck in pain thinking that he would die any minute. The woman, however was very calm with all the blood surrounding her. She attempted to get up and fight but the pain kept her floored. She looked up at the approaching figure who shot her.

"Get up." Trois said wiping the sweat off his face. "You messed up my Armani shirt."[/FONT][/SIZE]
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