A leader of the Resistance
Name: Ashleign "Ash" Grimm
Alias: 'Leader'
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Recruited: Yes; Current leader of the Resistance in Asbury
Gift/Special Ability: Teleportation. Ash is able to transport herself distances though means of disappearing in a blast of smoke, and reappearing at the chosen location. She must have at least seen a picture of where she wants to go, and it takes great focus. It is limited to a certain amount of distance per rest period. Traveling this way is dangerous for her, as it often results in oddly clean gashes. Because of this, she has never attempted to take another person this way.
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Appearance:
Ash is small for her age (being one of the oldest Gifted around in this city), and looks younger than she is. She is barely 5' With a thin, almost whispy form hidden under over sized sweaters, its difficult to tell if she is just naturally that way, or ill. Usually she wears sweaters and shorts over leggings with boots, her arsenal of items from explosives to flashlights carried hidden around her waist.
Her eyes are so light blue they almost appear gray, and her hair is an ashy blonde that is nearing on sun-bleached white, chopped into a messy banged fringe. on top of pale skin she almost has a ghost like appearance. Rarely seen, is the scars that run around her throat, down her spine and over her hips, scars that are clearly medical in nature. Her hands also seem rather scarred and injured, though this may be from her work rather than her past.
Ash carries herself quietly when she walks, and seems to always have a distant expression across her face when she is alone or bothered, though she always seems to walk in front of the others with an air of confidence and a glint of determination in her eyes.

Personality:
Despite her appearance, Ash is a rather stubborn, fiery girl. Though she does not speak frivolously, her opinion is always voiced when needed. (and sometimes when its not.) She is bold, and takes personal risks, especially if it will protect those in her care. A firm believer in the Resistance, she has been working for many years in Asbury to bring the Gifted together, for whatever means.
A hard worker, Ash seems to rarely take a break, often spending late nights pouring over papers, planning raids, or working on her physical health she seems to never have a lack of things to do. Occasionally however, she can be convinced to take a break, which is one of the rare times Ash's hard outer shell will crack, and her playful, almost ridiculous nature shines through. Yet, after the fun is said and done she's back to the grindstone, knowing that they have to be close to a breakthrough soon.

History:
Very little is known about Ash, as her history is kept rather guarded by the girl. Still, to those close they have learned a bit of where she came from. Originally from a city over, Ash was born to a scientist, one working with the Agency that was training the first Hunters. Her upbringing was originally meant to be one of those who chased down and captured or destroyed the Gifted, until it was discovered she too had the 'Curse'. Yet, she was in the particular situation where they could study her, so for several years Ash was little more than a guinea pig. Her powers grew in strength, but so did her resentment for the people in the Agency, and everything to do with the concept of the Hunters and what they stood for.
Her escape from the Lab was one of pure chance, a kindhearted soul having given the girl a magazine that contained pictures of the different cities in all their glory. Perhaps it was the sheer desperation for freedom, or a surge in power from years of experimentation, but through that image, Ash was able to escape.
Though the time between her escape and becoming one of the Leaders of the Resistance is rather Unknown, it is clear she does not seem to plan on leaving her new 'family' any time soon.

: Notable Relationships:
Hedge- A member of the Resistance, Hedge and Ash have know each other for a few years. Having worked many missions together, they have developed a close friendship.
Viktor Ash is wary of Viktor, though she does respect him as a valuable member of their crew.
Grey Grey's sheltered previous life seems to cause a bit of annoyance within Ash, but she respects the girl, even if she thinks she might be too kind.

Other: She uses two of Hedges Spines as specialized weapons, often leaving them tucked in her sleeves with her odd assortment of tools.
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The Cartographer
Name: Unknown
Alias: Hedge
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Recruited: Yes; Works mapping out the City's underground network, and recruiting,
Gift/Special Ability: Hedge has a series of physical mutations from slightly extended canines and claw like nails. Most notably however, is the fact that from the nape of his neck down to his tailbone he is covered in a hundred of long, different sized sharp spines similar of a Porcupine. The material of the spines is unknown, but it is exceptionally strong, yet slightly flexible. He can move the spines outward or flat against his back, as well as let them release from his body if needed. On top of this he has heightened senses when it comes to the darkness, and a rather resilient nature.
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Appearance:
Hedge is tall and lanky, built like an acrobat over a body builder. His hair is a dark rusty orange, and hangs in a messy, wavy style, over dark hazel eyes that seem to glint with a mischievous nature from behind simple lenses he wears when its sunny. He has a rather 'punk' look about him, with ripped jeans and hats, and a fascination with studs and leather and chains. When out, he blends into the Inner City 'party scene' quite well.
When at home he often goes shirtless around the Resistance base, due to the discomfort his spines can cause. When he does this, a rather large, jagged scar can be seen that runs from his collarbone to his opposite hip. Despite his odd appearance however, he always seems in a laid back, and good mood even as the world falls apart around them.

Personality:
Hedge is friendly, playful, and all around a happy looking kid. He's always there to help the younger kids, and is always volunteering for work or runs to help out the Resistance. While his relaxed nature can sometimes come across as a lack of realizing their situation, Hedge is not unknowing to their struggles. It can bee seen in the moments where he is alone, a slight stare as if he is getting lost in the past, before snapping back to reality.
Strongly protective, and extremely loyal to make an alliance with Hedge is a partnership for life.

History:
Hedge keeps his history to himself, like many gifted. It is known he has been running the streets for a few years, his animalistic nature making his survival in the Out-lands easier than for most. Growing up in the Middle Ring, Hedge's powers started to manifest at a rather average age of 12, though his parents kept his abilities secret until he was 15. It was at this age the Agency began pressing, and to keep his family safe, Hedge left with someone he merely refers to as Q.
He spent several years in a small unknown 'foster' home, that specialized in hiding those with gifted abilities. Yet, it seemed kids often went missing and it wasn't until Hedge noticed a Hunter being given one of the kids. realizing it was all just another ruse, he left with Q.
There is a blip of time Hedge refuses to talk about, though it seems to be where he received his most notable scarring.
At age 16, he was found by Ash and recruited in the Resistance, where he has been living and working ever since.

: Notable Relationships:
Ash/Leader- A member of the Resistance, Hedge has known Ash for a few years. Having worked many missions together, they have developed a close friendship.
Viktor/Chernobyl Having helped convinced the Gifted to join their crew, Hedge has a fascination with the rather odd power-set of this particular man.
Grey/Fauna Working often with the kind girl, Hedge has taking a slightly protective edge over her. He enjoys their work together, though sometimes wonders if she's cut out for the true brutality their lives can contain. He likes to tease Alder, and seems determined to befriend the dog.

Other: He has an odd taste for raw meat, and a rather sensitive nature to the sun.

•─────⋅☾Name: ☽⋅─────•
Maria 'Maia' Lockwood

•─────⋅☾Alias: ☽⋅─────•
TBA~

•─────⋅☾Age: ☽⋅─────•
Seventeen

•─────⋅☾Gender:☽⋅─────•
Female

•─────⋅☾Recruited: ☽⋅─────•
Not yet!

•─────⋅☾Gift/Special Ability: ☽⋅─────•
Psychic Energy Manipulation.
On a good day, Maria can create, shape and manipulate psychic energy in various ways, including manifesting in material form.

•─────⋅☾Appearance: ☽⋅─────•
Though neither towering or miniature, Maria stands just between the average height for her age and possesses a slender yet angular body. She has rows of thick ebony curls that venture just below her shoulders and contrast to the pale skin along her figure, dark brown eyes and brows alike. Jaws and face structure are loose but set, giving Maria both the appearance of a child and young adult; it helps in some ways that she appears juvenile as that factor can be easily sewn into plans regarding manipulation. Often times, Maria can be seen wearing outfits consisting of sheer black garments, as if to help her sneak into shadows whenever necessary, but they hold their own meanings most of the time.
Unseen yet notable would be long black marks on her back that almost appear like black paint was poured through her veins.

•─────⋅☾Personality: ☽⋅─────•
Quiet and taciturn, but almost duplicitous as Maria's eyes fall from one person to another with great interest, almost like turning a page. Living off her own wits is the only sanctuary she has ever known, and she doesn't imagine it likely for that to change unless the Hunters were wiped out. Confiding only in her ability, though it sometimes scares her beyond explanation, this young girl is more set on trying to survive than learning how to take care of herself and her body, which can create a hard world inside her head full of mazes and tactics.
It takes a very specific confrontation to draw Maria from her shell, as not many people catch her interest or need for socialization. However, curiosity is the understatement of the coin as Maria loves to learn and read, giving herself a better image on what others can create. She yearns for knowledge in the sense of others; she likes to study behavioral patterns and certain emotions that are presented by the average being as if it fascinates her beyond common extent.

•─────⋅☾History:☽⋅─────•
From her earliest memories that still linger, Maria remembers having a charming life.
Born into an aristocratic family built on steel industries and breeding farms, her youngest self was subjected to wonders and pleasantries beyond the average imagination of a child; anything she wanted she got, and it certainly helped that she was her mother's only daughter along three sons. Yet, as destiny let it be known, Maria discovered her ability at the young age of thirteen when she was able to concentrate psychic waves into beams of energy, ultimately destroying her dresser. With a family so biased against such gifts, Maria was thrown onto the streets after a year of physical torment from her brothers, and has been homeless ever since.
Living off whatever she could find, Maria stays in a female homeless shelter, now able to subdue her gifts to not lose the roof over her head. Over the years, her body has become malnourished considering the little food intake able for her, and the pressing urge to use her powers, but still Maria continues to live like the others even if it costs her life. With every buck she gets for working part-time at a coffee spot, she spends it on buying books to hopefully get her back to school, if even possible now with the fighting.

•─────⋅☾ Other:☽⋅─────•
-She tends to get frightened when approached, so it might take some time for her to stop and listen.
-Maria's abilities are not yet defined considering she's hardly used them for more than two years.

Theme Song!

•─────⋅☾Roleplay Example:☽⋅─────•

“Be quiet-” Shade restated, a firm hold on Jake’s shoulder. “Something’s wrong.”
Silence abruptly covered the room, the worried eyes lurking around towards each-other, nobody necessarily sure what to do.
“What’s going on?” Jake asked, but nobody responded to him, and his stomach began to sink at the absence of emotions he was beginning to notice from each flame’s face, their bodies beginning to rise from their seats with caution as if waiting for Shade to make a first move.
A thundering rap came down on the front door, vibrating the wood with great force as a booming voice came shouting from behind it, “Police! Open the door!” It was a hefty masculine voice, and silhouettes of vehicles rearing up the driveway could be outlined in the silk pleat curtains.
Jake’s heart quickened, it was deputy cars from his precinct house.
Had Weathers sent out a team?
Another set of loud bangs came down, and Jake could only watch through the space between the drapery as several officers jogged across the lawn, dressed in full cordura ballistic vests and carrying remington shotguns; attire fit for a fight.
A grunt escaped Shade as he spun on his heels, keeping his head low as he crept towards the door, placing a palm over the handle, turning his eyes back to the others and sending them a very pressing glare. Almost on instinct, the others in the room fled like field mice, Shark and Xi swiftly making their way up the stairs while Zero and Fox flying down the hallway towards the backroom, while Shade turned his eyes on Jake. The office outside mumbled something, and the raven haired boy let out a sharp whistle to give rise to a ensemble of scraping claws that shook the ceiling above them, as the large rottweiler owned by the family came rushing down the stairs and heading towards Shade, who unlocked the door with a quick finger and pulled back the door.
Kit sprang right on the officer, nails using his vest to hoist herself up on his torso, and the man’s scream was silenced by the dog’s great jaw that clamped around his neck, and they both fell backwards onto the porch stairs.
The door slammed shut with a great kick from Shade, as he reached into his back pocket to pull out a silver polished Beretta and quickly fled into the kitchen and Jake could only stand there in shock. Loud calls from the team outside could be heard, but all his mind could replay was the gruesome sound of a windpipe completely being torn, and would’ve stayed like that if Shade didn’t let out a annoyed groan and grab Jake by the shoulder. “We don’t have time for this!” He growled, gripping between the elbow and forearm. “Don’t freeze up!” The boy shouted, and released him, turning back into the kitchen and flying down the stairs towards the basement.
Leroy.
Jake fled after Shade, entering the dense smell of cigarette smoke that often claimed the air, and found himself stumbling over the coffee table to get in-front of Leroy’s room, bringing a fist up and breathing quickly as he knocked. “Leroy! We have to go, now!” He shouted, but felt a tight grip grab the back of his neck, being pulled back as someone huffed behind him. “You two aren’t going anywhere,” A dark voice said into his ear, and Jake tried to shake Grime from his neck, but failed as he spoke closer. “You’re going to fight for this house like the rest of us.” A rough shove sent Shade forwards, and he quickly turned to face Grime, who’s red hair was disheveled and he had brought on a black vest similar to the officers. He raised his hand, a long billhook machete pointed right at Jake as he brought in a deep inhale. “If you don’t get up those stairs, this is going right in your skull.”
There was a moment of silence, as the two stood in stance of each-other, Jake’s chest pounding as if he could hear the footsteps clouding around the house as the officers pushed through the doors, ready to shoot everyone on sight. “I can’t,” Jake started, his voice shivering. “I’m not going to fight for this- this hell! You can’t expect me to!” All that changed in Grime’s face was the corner of his lips arching up in a smug smile.

Name
Viktor Kurylenko.

Alias
Chernobyl.

Age
23 years old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Bisexual.

Recruited
Yes.

Gift/Special Ability
Nuclear Manipulation - In simple terms, he’s radioactive. This ability allows him to manipulate the atomic particles of nuclear radiation. He does this by absorbing and storing radiation into his body, releasing it later in various forms of energy (usually it resembles lava or lightning). An odd side effect, besides the teeth, appears to be a near insatiable hunger and the ability to consume literally anything and gain energy from it. He seems to favor metal and precious gemstones above all else.

He tends to lose a lot of energy when using this power at full force and will need a whole day to re-charge. It’s best to leave him alone during these times as while weaker his temper is certainly at its foulest. Distance can be a potential saving grace when facing off with Viktor as his abilities can only reach so far without doing permanent damage to himself.

His body is capable of regeneration after suffering severe damage, but it’s a rather tedious, painful and frankly disgusting process he'd prefer to avoid at all costs. His regeneration ability in general also only works on self-inflicted wounds caused by the use of his own power, injuries created by others will heal normally and require proper medical attention.

Appearance
Decent height and weight at 5'11” and 194 pounds. His hair is short and dark brown, often kept slicked back save for a few stray strands that prove particularly persistent. His eyes are a luminescent shade of green and glow so brightly he wears dark sunglasses about 99% of the time to keep people from staring for too long considering there’s a real possibility their eyes might melt out of their sockets. Before the change they were a bright emerald color with flecks of lighter green throughout the iris.

He has a somewhat pointed chin with a more square cut jawline and shallow scars crisscrossing his face. Most, if not all, of his teeth are sharp and elongated beyond normal, entirely unbreakable no matter what he's biting into. Viktor is of mixed Ukrainian and ‎Armenian heritage, his skin naturally olive toned with a deep tan. Usual attire consists of a sleeveless black shirt, ripped jeans and boots or sneakers. Fashion isn't really his forte and his appearance overall seems of little concern to him.

The right arm has a full sleeve tattoo of various insects and this theme continues onto the rest of his body with a stag beetle on the back of the right shoulder, an owl butterfly on the left, an atlas moth on the inside of the left wrist and a string of fire ants ringing the upper arm. Goliath beetles crawl up the spine. His build is athletic and sturdy.

Personality
Facetious and carefree with a questionable sense of humor. Viktor hardly takes anything in life all that seriously. He could be on his deathbed or in the middle of the fiercest fight of his life and still be making inappropriate jokes. He crosses most people as arrogant and obnoxious for good reason. There are plenty of rumors floating around the hunter community suggesting he is a cannibal and though they aren’t true he encourages them, finding the whole boogeyman persona people have built up for him highly amusing.

Everything is fun and games until you manage to piss him off. In that case it may be best to get the hell out of Dodge, as he’s completely ruthless concerning potential threats. Beneath his haughty exterior is someone far more intelligent than he's often given credit for, preferring to be viewed as a hedonistic idiot so they don’t know to expect better. Despite his tendencies to flirt he rarely follows through with anything he implies considering the people his comments are aimed at usually aren’t feeling the love.

History
His 'gift' was discovered rather late in life. Viktor was always fascinated by bugs. His parents indulged his interests, buying him numerous books and even allowing him to keep beetles and tarantulas as pets growing up, though they considered cockroaches crossing the line. He lived in Odessa, Ukraine until he was 15 years old and his parents moved to the states. He graduated high school an A+ student. He was a rowdy teenager despite his excellent grades, nearly ending up in trouble with the law more than once, though his love of insects ended up being his more defining trait as he headed to college with plans to major in entomology.

His career was cut short when his powers started surfacing and he grew quite ill, eventually rushed to the nearest hospital and diagnosed with severe radiation poisoning. When he failed to die and instead started getting better despite being literally radioactive it raised suspicion and he was sent to a private facility to be studied further. His time with the facility is not something he likes to think about or speak of, how he escaped a mystery to everyone beyond himself. He spent many months staying out of the limelight, trying to keep a low profile, unable to return to a normal life not only because the hunters would find him, but due to the fact his abilities had grown unstable and he knew he should be cautious around other people. For awhile he resorted to living in a sewer, well away from other humans and not easily found.

He was tracked down by the resistance, by what means he wasn't sure, and while originally hostile they managed to convince Viktor he would be better off with them. Years of training helped him learn to control his powers and in the present he is fairly confident utilizing them.

Notable Relationships
Open.

Theme Song
Friction - Imagine Dragons.

I almost linked Radioactive. Almost.

Other
• Viktor has a great fondness for insects and arachnids, collecting several species when he was younger, before life got turned upset down. Keeping pets is a lot more difficult nowadays.

• He speaks both Ukrainian and Russian fluently, but more commonly uses a mix of both languages known as Surzhyk when conversing with family. English is spoken with a somewhat thick accent that is at times indistinguishable (use your imagination because I can’t write accents unfortunately).

Nova Lorlynth

Alias:
Not yet Penned

Age:
21 Years

Gender:
Female

Recruited:
Not Yet ~ In Progress?

Gift/Special Ability:
Not Yet Discovered/Discovering
(Approved by Peachie)

Appearance:
Standing at only 5.0 feet tall and weighing in at 162lbs, Nova is a rather small woman, surprising for an individual who comes from German and African American descent. This short individual is 'gifted' with eyes that shift color as well as possessing a stoutly built body...reminiscent of what one might imagine when thinking of a dwarf or blacksmith rather than the delicate lines of a gymnast one might have initially expected of such a short individual. Nova's head is draped with a large amount of vibrant dark blue hair that runs in thin intricate micro-braids down and a bit past this woman's broad shoulders. Carefully hidden beneath the hair (or a beanie), are two small silver horns. The female has skin a shade similar to santos mahogany and, as stated before, a bone structure to rival that of a stereotypical Viking. As a result, Nova is not the fastest person one would find in the city....in fact, she is arguably one of the slowest and least agile. However, thanks to her mother's training No is surprisingly quick on her feet in close courters, has an astonishing amount of endurance, and is shockingly silent when she moves. This woman has several ear piercings including two gold and silver earrings and a cuff per ear. She can commonly be found wearing varying colors (usually either really dark or really bright) of shirts or hoodies, with blue jeans, and black combat boots.

Personality:
Nova is an upbeat, optimistic, adaptable, but cunning and sneaky individual, who orientates her attention on the worries of the people she loves...trying to cheer them up, offer advice, or offer critique when and where she thinks it would be most helpful. No has a strong code of her own making and a propensity to try and solve issues peacefully, but lacking the self-control to stay peaceful if she, her family, or her friends are in danger. Nova often struggles to understand what drives the people who stand with her, as well as the people who stand against. Having such an affinity for trying to think optimistically is hard for the gifted individual, as it brings up issues that would be much more easily solved if she just thought of her enemies as purely evil. When these inner struggles arise, one will often note Nova's absence, as she would rather deal with her thoughts alone.

Nova was born into a rather rich family and as a result, had an extended education...she is fascinated with the gifted and is always interested in collecting information about various gifts she has encountered, adding the knowledge she has gathered into her book, a family heirloom that contains observations, research, and hypothesis her family has collected over the years about the origins of the gift. One will often find Nova jotting things down, or asking prying questions, wishing to know all she can about these strange powers.

Simply put, Nova is a personality of adaptability...if asked, or if the situation needs, the woman could serve as a leader figure, or play the part of a fool. It quite honestly depends on No's whim. What she feels is right for the situation based upon what she has experienced or based upon what she feels. Either way, Nova often acts differently for different people, with the ultimate goal of befriending them. Manipulation? Definitely, how could she avoid it growing up in a family of master manipulators?...however it must be noted that it is a form of manipulation that usually stems from goodwill.

History:
Nova was born into a large, close-knit family of individuals, with a considerable amount of power and a shady past. Ultimately, her family consisted of everything from scientists, and businessmen (and women), to artists and fairy tale chasers...quite the group of eccentrics if anyone were to ask after them. So, when the 'gifted' started to appear, unlike other families...the Loralynth family did not betray their own. Gifted or not. They protected their own, ignoring the consequences (they were quite used to bending rules after all) and started to research the phenomena that popped up within their family line. They even started to help out gifted not in their family (for a price usually) in addition to chasing possible connections between the newly deemed 'gifted' too fairy tales as well as science.

Unfortunately, as these things usually turn out, time worked against Nova's family and only recently it was discovered by the Agency that the Loralynth family has been keeping secrets...and a lot of them. Fortunately, the Loralynth's were warned and the whole family scattered to the winds their riches aiding them in their escape...it was deemed that they would have to split up as much as possible in order to avoid discovery.

Nova has spent a year alone, only recently arrived in a new city, able to hide easily although she was termed a gifted by her family, her small horns seeming to be her only 'power' if it could even be called one. Recently though, she has sought for a group of gifted individuals similar, though not identical, to her...as her blood has taken on a silvery shade, and her once grey-blue irises have started to shift in color...sometimes at will and sometimes not. It seems that despite her family's prediction she that she would only ever have small horns and never display any more powers, she might indeed just be a late bloomer. With only a book of family research, and what shreds of knowledge she has of those related to her that have displayed gifts, Nova is at a loss and hopes to find people who can watch her back. She still isn't used to being alone.

:Notable Relationships:
:Open:
:(Though note that Nova is not originally from this City.):

:(A lot, but to her knowledge, none of her family members are located in this city.):

:Rushmore - Nova's canine companion and friend. :

: Other:
I'd also like for Nova to have a pet, a Doberman Pincher if it is okay. She also has a soft spot for creatures of all shapes and sizes, so she may cycle through some temporary stray creatures she finds abandoned as she tries to find homes for them.

Roleplay Sample
Part of a long post I did for another rp...if you want the rest just pm me!
Piper grumbled to herself, half-asleep when Cuba came trotting up yammering in a language almost completely forgotten to her, blinking a brilliant yellow eye open before falling back asleep once she confirmed she couldn't understand what he was saying. Piper's stomach rumbled reminding her that the small pup was indeed an option as a food source...many of the smaller dogs within the community often became such to the larger members of the pack. It was an unfortunate reality without humans or other reliable sources of food available. Cuba soon left though, leaving Piper to her slow disturbing thoughts.

What stopped her from killing some random dog? Many of the other pack-members would likely not lose much if any sleep after murdering a smaller or less physically fit dog for sustenance. The only thing that stopped them was the Alpha, Darius. After thinking for a moment Piper let out a huff of breath....Darius was a strong dog, and worthy of respect. However, the female was sure that if she was hungry enough she would find food, Alpha or no Alpha. Was it emotion? Did she feel an attachment to her packmates held together by feelings of affection and care? No...at least, not that much. It was true that was what used to stop her...but as month after month without her human's passed and she fell into the habit of eating the dead remains of her aggressors or less lucky individuals; what emotions she was able to feel drained away during the same span of time that her black fur became increasingly more brown as the yellow tint infected her pelt. She was still able to have fun, feel anger...but no longer was she able to hold much affection for other canines. So what was holding her back anymore?

Piper's lumbering thoughts came to a sudden halt as splashes of water alerted her to another presence...too small to be another pack member...perhaps a rat desperate to get out of the rain? Piper didn't usually eat those dreadful, sickly creatures but she was quite hungry at the moment. It was likely worth the risk at this point, she didn't want any of the more ruthless dogs within the pack to think she was losing her strength. That wouldn't be a good happenstance at all. The sound stopped and the scent of food was so close Piper wouldn't be surprised to find a rat sitting right in front of her...it must be a foolish rat. Tensing her muscles, the large dog waited a second before opening her eyes ready to lunge, only for her muscles to contract holding her still...nose to nose with Cuba, not a rat.

He could still be food.

Art by Dictisaurus #119041, commissioned by me and mine by rights. Characters are my design.

NAME
Azure Nickolai Waye
Azure for his deep blue gaze

ALIAS
Bluebird
A misleadingly feminine alias

AGE
20 Years Old

GENDER
Male

RECRUITED
Yes

GIFT
When needed, Azure can take on many qualities of birds, including but not limited to; wings, talons on his hands and feet, and tail for ruttering.
A rather painful process, it can leave him tired just from that.

DESCRIPTION
Azure is, simply put, an exceptionally tall and striking example of the human being. 6'2", and 155 pounds, Azure is tall and lanky, rather like someone took him and stretched him out the wrong way. He's exceptionally long of limb, Azure is 100% built like a runner- thin and aerodynamic in ways many aren't. He is toned, and has astounding stamina, running being one of his biggest passions. Azure has skin that leans towards the darker side of the spectrum, though it is marred with white puckered lines from scarring. His eyes are an exceptionally dark shade of blue (azure blue some might say), and his hair is a very dark brown, wispy and wavy at the top but cut short on the edges. He generally dresses in very loose, white clothing, generally with a deep v-neck and beaded strings that dangle like those of a hoodie. His pants are similar, bell bottoms that don't rip as easily when he has to use his powers. He wears always a small, battered hematite ring, his only physical token of his life before his powers. Almost all of his clothing has the back cut out in a rough 'U' shape, held together at the top by only a thin strand. This allows him to change into his powered form without pause. When he is in his power, Azure grows massive wings- each a hauntingly deep indigo color. The feathers are coated in a thin iridescent oily layer that helps cast off water, making it easier for him to fly in the rain and get out of water. As a result of this oily layer, his wings will glint many different colors in the correct light, making them a hauntingly beautiful and often mesmerizing pattern. The feathers themselves are thinly banded with white near the tops of the wings, which fade into black bands on the final, largest feathers. When he turns, his fingers elongate into the finger nails, which grow into massive hooked talons. The same thing happens to his feet. His arms and legs turn into black scales, running up to about his elbow joint and knees. He can, in emergency situations, also sprout tail feathers to help him rutter in tight situations. He has intense scarring along the places where these pieces of him appear, wave patterns of white on his arms and legs, two massive knotted scars where his wings sprout, and even some along his lower back where the feathers for ruttering sprout.

PERSONALITY
Azure is a very quiet person. He mostly keeps his eyes down and his mouth shut, preferring to listen and let his actions show what he can do rather than his words. He is rather jumpy, easily startled and often overly nervous. He is exceptionally cautious, rarely acting out of turn. Though he is quite skilled in the use of his powers, he is humble, and refuses to talk about any sort of altercation that takes place- not just because he doesn't want to brag, but also because he doesn't like talking all that much. Even in battle situations, where most are yelling and taunting and insulting each other, he is almost entirely dead silent. When he does talk, his voice is deep and gentle, much like his personality. He is exceptionally tentative and cautious, oftentimes too much so. He can be frustrating because he does not like to act without a plan- a well thought out one. Despite this, he can react well under pressure, though he will often become even more reclusive and cold towards people when this happens. He has a hard time forgiving those he feels has wronged him, though he is oftentimes slow to make that decision in the first place.

HISTORY
Azure's history was... less than pleasant. Born to a family of addicts and druggies, he struggled with a lot of battering. This has led to large parts of the white scarring on his skin (though some are from close calls in his battling), as well as his timid and uncertain personality. When Azure reached 16 years old, his powers manifested. In a terror, the teen fled his home to live on the streets, a life better than the one he had left. He learned to hide his skills well, though he never hesitated to use them when someone was going to get hurt. This is how he earned his alias. When he would go to fight, he covered his hair and face with a black cloth mask to conceal his identity. As a side effect, he was often construed as androgynous and those who began to use "Bluebird" as his alias had no clue that he was in fact a man. It bothers him none- if anything it makes his opponents more likely to underestimate him. When he was almost 18 he was approached by Ashleigh Grimm of the Resistance. After seeing him fight against a group of Hunters aiming to attack him, the leader approached him to ask him to join them. Having been alone for so long, Azure was hesitant at first, but came to see what the buzz was about. Since then, he has lived with them in The Outlands, doing all he can to serve the cause.

RELATIONSHIPS
TO BE UPDATED

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Azure | The Resistance | 20 Years | Male | Outlands | Bird Qualities | Open


Be bold, be brave, be strong- they cannot take that from you
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NAME
Charlie Lani Rowe
She hates her name and tends to use her alias more

ALIAS
Persephone
The flower goddess of hell... she can be your savior or your nightmare.

AGE
17 Years Old

GENDER
Female

RECRUITED
No

GIFT
Manipulation of bonding within the body
Can be used for healing or for battle, though it takes her a long time to achieve either one. It takes all her focus.

DESCRIPTION
Charlie is a young woman with long blond hair. It is stick straight, but curls slightly when it's wet. She has dirty blond hair, dishwater blond. It's mottled with darker brown hues and even a few strangely bright golden strands. Her skin is a rather average pale color, not unhealthy but certainly not tanned. She has vibrant blue eyes, a very average shade. Not violently neon, the iris is a more... dulled shade of cerulean. Charlie's body is lean but not skinny. She's not the most elegant of creatures, often clumsy and tripping over her own feet. She's about 5'6", relatively well proportioned with a soft, but not weak, build. When Charlie uses her abilities, only a few things change with her. Her eyes brighten in color, almost glowing (often she closes them to focus), and her hands glow with a very odd golden color. This lasts for a span of about a minute, when her power takes effect- either to harm or to heal. Afterwards, she's exhausted. Her eyes are a darker color than usual, and her skin looks pale white and bloodless.

PERSONALITY
Charlie is an exceptionally blunt and pointed person. She can be abrasive, angry about her abilities, viewing them as a curse, not a blessing. She can be cold to those she does not know, and is slow to trust. When she feels overwhelmed, she lashes out, either verbally or physically, though more often than not it's the former. In times of fear, she becomes even more harsh and irritable than she would be normally. She's quick to form a grudge, and slow to let it go. Despite all of this, Charlie is exceptionally dedicated to any task she sets herself to, and exceptionally protecting and loving towards those who have earned her trust. She is an undying friend, and once she feels she can trust someone, she almost cannot see the wrong in them. She will overlook any wrong for the sake of protecting her own mind. She hates to feel like she's made a mistake, and will never admit defeat.

HISTORY
Charlie had a very average childhood. She was born to a lower-middle class family in the Middle Ring. Her family was doting, she had three other siblings (two boys and another sister). Her parents cared for her as best they could, and if nothing else they never went hungry or cold. Their home was of average size- Charlie shared a room with her sister their entire lives. Things drastically changed when her powers manifested. First appearing when her father had been mugged by one of the bandit groups near the edges of the city limits. When he made his way back to them, he was on the verge of death from bleeding out. Charlie panicked, and within five minutes, her father's wound was no more than a shiny scar. To protect her family from The Agency, Charlie left them immediately. For the next 6 months, Charlie lived on the farthest outskirts of the Middle Ring. She learned quickly how to use her abilities to defend herself, and how to hide her powers to protect herself. As of current times, Charlie has been living for a half a year on the streets, taking shelter where she can and eating what she can steal. She is withdrawn and suspicious. She is waiting for something, but does not know what.

RELATIONSHIPS
TO BE UPDATED

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Charlie | Gifted | 17 Years | Female | The Middle Ring | Healing | Open


Kind of a useless skill, doncha think?
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