[REQ]A New World? [CLOSED!!!]

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Post by Maxx[2.0]ine » Fri May 03, 2019 5:51 pm



April 20, 2069
Dagenham, England

Smoke fills the house. The firemen run in; ten minutes ago there had been screams of pain and terror, now it is silent apart from the crackling of flames. But then there is a single noise, one that is so out of place: the laugh of a toddler. The firemen find their way to the living room, and are astonished by what they see. Sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by flames, a two year old, laughing at the twisted, blackened corpses of her family. By all rights, this child should be as dead as the people around her, but the fire bothers her no more than water would.

It was all over the news. The first ever report of a metahuman. Panic ensued. Everyone wondered, what if there were people like that living near them? If a two year old could cause that much damage, what could a full grown adult do? They turned to the government for answers.

June 28, 2069
House of Commons, Palace of Westminster
Central London, England

“Madame Prime Minister, what are we going to do about this situation?” the Head of the Metropolitan Police asks. “Every week, there are thousands of calls from panicked citizens, certain that their neighbour or colleague is some sort of vicious metahuman. There are hundreds of random attacks, and the perpetrators are claiming it's self-defense. And there's nothing the officers can do about it.”
An unknown MP speaks up. “No one knows who's normal. These freaks of nature should be forced to show that they are metahumans.”
“As much as I disagree with your wording,” the Prime Minister says. “I agree with what you are saying. People need to know if they're in danger or not.”

It quickly became law that all metahumans over the age of 16 had to declare their status, as well as wear a badge, of sorts, stating it. The penalty of not doing so was a ten year prison sentence and a hefty fine.

While this did help stop ‘normal’ people getting harmed, the violence against actual metahumans was atrocious. Yet, the government did not care. Protesters claimed this was against basic human rights, but this was countered by those saying that metahumans didn't count.

January 5, 2070
BBC News Studio, Broadcasting House
Central London, England

“And with us here in the studio is Emilio Milbank, metahuman rights activist,” Jeremy says. “Thank you for being with us here today.”
“I'm grateful to be here, Mr Paxton,” Emilio says.
“Tell me, Mr Milbank, why are you fighting so hard for these metahumans?”
“What sort of question is that?” The disbelief on Emilio's face is obvious. “Metahumans are no different to anyone else. They deserve the same treatment.”
“There are many people who would disagree with you. They say that metahumans are dangerous, that they should be monitored closely. Everyone remembers what happened April of last year.”
“But that was a kid. If metahumans weren't so terrified of being attacked for who they are, they would be able to focus on working out their powers. If there were resources for them to use, people who could help them, there wouldn't be any issue.”
“How exactly do you suggest they be helped? No one knows anything about them, so-”
“That's the problem,” Emilio cuts in. “No one wants to learn about metahumans. No one wants to understand them.”
“Please don't interrupt me, Mr Milbank.”
“But you're not listening, are you? You invited me on here so I can talk, so actually listen to me. Or are you just like everyone else, pretending to fucking listen, when in reality you don't give a shit?”
The news presenter is visibly shocked. “Do not cuss on this show, please.”
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do! I've had enough of everyone trying to tell metahumans what to do and how to act.” Emilio leaps across the table at the presenter, before the camera is cut off.

After the news presenter was attacked live on TV, people took metahuman rights a lot more seriously. Emilio Milbank was given fifteen years in prison for it, but in the time he was locked away, things changed drastically.

Violence turned from the metahumans to the government. People flocked in their millions to protest outside parliament. MPs needed to hire bodyguards just so they could get from their cars to parliament. The Prime Minister had it even worse, multiple threats on her life each week, not knowing what each day would bring to her.

December 24, 2084
Downing Street
Central London, England

The Prime Minister walks towards Number 10, wary. After so many threats, she is jumpy. Her bodyguard is nowhere to be seen; even the armed policeman that watches over the guarded entrance to Downing Street is gone. She begins to feel like she is being watched, like she is in imminent danger. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees something. A shimmer. She puts it down to a trick of the light, but quickens her pace. Twenty feet away. Fifteen feet away. Ten feet a-
She gasps, feeling a searing pain in her chest. Her attacker reveals himself, grinning as he pulls the knife from her chest, and a gun from his pocket. “Merry Christmas, bitch. See you in hell.”

After being re-elected two times by the people who supposedly hated her, spending nearly fifteen years in power, the Prime Minister was found dead just outside 10 Downing Street. She had been stabbed through the chest, although the knife was nowhere to be found, and shot through the head. No one was arrested for her murder, as there was no trace of evidence to point towards who it was. People had their theories, but they were just that. Theories.

A few months later, Emilio Milbank was released from prison. He was hailed a hero in the eyes of the public, the person responsible for changing the attitude towards metahumans. There were the few who hated him, those who still believed that metahumans needed to be eradicated. They threatened to kill him, but never attempted to carry out that threat. But those were just the few; the majority adored him.

March 4, 2085
BBC News Studio, Broadcasting House
Central London, England

“And now,” says the news reporter. “We have a returning guest. Just over 15 years ago, he was in this studio, but that ended with him being escorted off the premises by security. You know him as Mister Metahuman, I know him as the reason I need a stick to walk. Emilio Milbank, thank you for being here in the studio today.”
“No, thank you for inviting me back on, Mr Paxton. I deeply apologise for what happened all those years ago, but it really was just what everyone needed, it appears,” Emilio replies.
“Yes, indeed it was. Tell me, were you planning on attacking me when you were last here?”
“No, not at all.” Emilio shakes his head. “I'm usually a calm person, I would never even think of attacking someone else. Even in prison, I managed to stay out of any fights. It was just the heat of the moment, you know? I just had enough of everyone tell metahumans what to do. It's their lives, they can do what they want. There shouldn’t have been any laws saying that they couldn’t.”
Jeremy nods. “Indeed. Speaking of the metahuman laws, how do you feel about the murder of the Prime Minister?”
“I say good riddance to that bitch,” Emilio says. “Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to cuss.”
The news presenter gives a small laugh. “It's fine. Do you care to explain your feelings on her death?”
“Isn't it obvious? She was the one who put that silly law into place. She was the one who made life so difficult for metahumans. And I doubt she would ever step down. So her dying, it's a chance for someone to fix her mess.”
“And do you think you could be that person?”
Emilio thinks for a moment. “Honestly, I haven't thought about it. Running for Prime Minister, it's a big thing. And I've just came out of prison, I don't think it would be a good idea.”
“Well, we recently ran a vote on Twitter, and 87.3% of people said that they would vote for you if you ran.”
“Really?” Emilio looks genuinely shocked.
“Yes, really. The people love you, Mr Milbank, and would fully support you as the new Prime Minister.”

On the next election ballot, Emilio’s name was nowhere to be seen. Everyone was surprised; they were all certain that he’d be running. But then again, only two people did run for Prime Minister. The MP who’d originally suggested metahumans being forced to show who they are, and a man from a small, hidden corner of Dagenham.

May 4, 2085
Downing Street

Central London, England

Dan Clermont looks into the cameras, at the crowd of journalists and news correspondents. He is nervous, very nervous, but he doesn’t let it show.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” he begins. “I would like to thank everybody who made today possible by voting for me. As a kid growing up in Dagenham, I never thought I’d even see Downing Street, let alone be standing here today. But here I am, thanks to all of you. And I promise that I will try to undo the damage caused by my predecessor.” He catches a glimpse of someone appearing at the back of the crowd, and knows he needs to wrap this up. “Once again, thank you all for voting for me, and for being here today.” He waves goodbye to the crowd, before turning and entering Number 10.

Within a month of running the country, the new Prime Minister got the Metahuman Law revoked, instead making it possible for new metahumans to register if they wished, rather than being forced to. Ones who had already registered were able to apply to have their names struck off the register. If they were deemed an actual threat, they were refused, but this was rare.

The new Prime Minister started the Metahuman Education Program. The purpose of this was to educate people on metahumans, so they'd know more about these people they had been so worried about for the past 16 years. It was rather disorganized, to be fair, as there was no one who would agree to heading the program, and nobody quite knew how to learn about them, as there were no metahumans willing to help.

July 2, 2085
10 Downing Street

Central London, England

Dan Clermont looks at the people around the table. The only person he knows is his best friend and bodyguard, the rest are metahumans from various places around the country. Before this day, he had never even spoke to these people; an acquaintance of his was the one who set up this meeting.
“Thank you all for being here today,” he says, and the whispered conversations stop. Never a good one for silences, he continued. “This meeting was set up to try to establish why the metahumans refuse to work with the government, and-”
“We know why the meeting was set up,” a female metahuman interrupts, fixing her icy gaze on Dan. “And it's not that we refuse to, we just don't trust any of you. Why would we? For the past sixteen years, we’ve faced abuse and torment, all thanks to you corrupted trashbags.”
The lady sitting to the right of the one who spoke turns to her. “Cool it, Carla,” she warns. “Remember what you promised me.”
The original speaker crosses her arms and slumps in her seat. “Yeah yeah, whatever, Miche…”
Miche rolls her eyes and looks at Dan. “What she said is true, though. The meta community was perfectly fine before that incident back in ‘69. We were able to keep each other under control, and made sure that no one without powers knew about us. After that law was put into place, we were forced to show ourselves, which was when all the trouble for us started. If the whole situation had been covered up, the truth of it hidden, like so many other things the government covers up, we wouldn’t be here right now.”
The other metahumans around the table nod in agreement. “We were perfectly fine with hiding who we are,” one male says. “So many of us have done so for so long anyway. Perhaps, eventually, we would have shown our powers, but in our own time.”
“You guys are supposed to help the country, help all of us,” another says. “Yet you singled us out, the moment one of us made a mistake. It shouldn’t be that surprising we don’t trust you.”
“Oh, right…” Dan isn’t too sure what to say. After all, he was one of those who wasn’t the biggest fan of metahumans when they first became public. That isn’t something that most people know, and is something he doesn’t want anyone else to know.
The only other non-metahuman in the room notices his friend’s discomfort, and takes it upon himself to end the meeting. He stands up, drawing everyone’s attention. “Everyone, this meeting is over. The Prime Minister will schedule another meeting at a later date.”

After many more failed meetings, Dan slowly moved away from the Metahuman Education Program, and most people forget that it was even a thing in the first place. The metahumans that were at the meeting, however, did not forget, and weren’t happy about the Prime Minister’s shift in focus.

Online, vicious ‘memes’ started appearing, causing the public to question the Prime Minister’s integrity, and posters started appearing in the streets that did the same. They said that he was abusive towards his friends, that he was a liar and a thief, that he was an addict and an alcoholic. And worst of all, they said he hated metahumans, and had never intended to help them in the first place. This went on for several years, putting him in almost as much danger as the previous Prime Minister had been in.

August 8, 2089
Downing Street
Central London, England

Dan Clermont once again stands before the mass of news correspondents and journalists, just as he had on his first day as Prime Minister. But almost four and half years later, it is for a different reason.
“Thank you all for coming today,” he says to the crowd. “I made a promise four years ago, to undo the damage caused by my predecessor. And that, I've done. I revoked the Metahuman Law, and allowed metahumans to have their names taken off of the register. I attempted to start a program to help educate the public about metahumans. And yet, in recent years, I have been branded a liar and a metahuman hater, and have been the subject of abuse and violence. As a result, I step down from my position. I no longer wish to be the one who gets blamed and harassed for not being able to do this. From this day, I am no longer, and will never again be, Prime Minister.”

When Dan resigned, nobody was that surprised by it. Everyone had guessed that he would rather resign than have the risk of being killed like the Prime Minister before him. And everyone already thought they knew who would take the role next.

The next election happened very fast, barely a month went past before Emilio became Prime Minister. He quickly re-established the Metahuman Education Program; this time was much more organized, as one of Emilio's old acquaintances, fresh out of university, agreed to head the program. Within six months, the new head of the program - and the scientists they hired to help - had information to share.

February 7, 2090
Main Presentation Hall, Dagenham University
Dagenham, England

An excited murmur runs through the crowd assembled in front of the stage. Cameras and news teams are scattered throughout the hall, just as excited as the public. For the first time since metahumans were made public, people have the chance to learn about them properly.For the past six months, scientists have been studying metahumans and their powers, and millions of people across the country are tuning in, just to see the reveal of what they have learned.
A hush falls over the room, as three people appear on the stage. Two of them are dressed like typical scientists, and the third is dressed in a simple sweater and jeans. It is this casual-looking male who steps up to the microphone. “Hello all, thank you for coming,” he says. “I am here as the representative of the head of this program, who unfortunately was unable to be here today. Behind me on the stage are two of my colleagues, both of who have made a substantial contribution to our research. Firstly, I will give a brief summary, and then my colleagues will explain further. In our research, we have found that the powers metahumans have can be sorted into five categories, and that there seems to be a restriction to what powers a metahuman can have. And now, I hand over to my colleagues.” He steps back, and the two scientists walk to the front of the stage.
“Hello, I am Doctor Serena Campbell,” one of them says. “And this is Doctor Connie Beauchamp. For the past six months, we have been doing intense research into the powers of metahumans.”
Connie takes over. “As our colleague said, we have found that metapowers can be sorted into five categories. These categories are energy-based powers, matter-based powers, mind-based powers, biological powers, and powers that involve light and sound. Out of these, matter-based powers and biological powers appear to be the most common.”
“In addition,” Serena says. “It seems that metahumans can only have two or three powers, from the same power category.”
Someone in the audience puts their hand up, and asks a question. “Could you explain the power categories?”
Serena nods. “Of course. Powers that involve sound and light, that's the easiest to explain. Any powers that in anyway involve the use or manipulation of sound or light fall into this category. It can be anything from being able to amplify sounds, to being able to manipulate the color of light, to being able to make illusions from light.”
“Biological powers,” Connie says. “Are also easy enough to explain. This category involves any powers that enhance or alter the biology of a person, or allows them to alter the biology of another. It involves the basic powers such as super speed, super strength, enhanced senses, all of the cliché ones you can find in comic books. It also involves powers that include any type of shapeshifting or direct altering of their biological structure. The most interesting case I saw, was a girl who can create a poison within her body, that is deadly to others, but that she is immune to.”
“Mind-based powers are, once more, easy to explain. Any powers that involve the mind, be it altering someone else's mind, or any other things. Telepathy, mind control, and mind-based illusions all come under this category, amongst many others.”
“The category of matter-based powers is the largest. It is anything to do with manipulation of matter. This includes elemental powers, telekinesis and teleportation, as well as many, many others.”
“The most interesting powers, in my opinion,” Serena says. “Are energy-based powers. They utilise any sort of energy, from auras to electricity, and are able to even use it to make solid objects.”
Another hand goes up. “How does that work? Energy isn't tangible.”
Connie looks at Serena and smiles, before looking at the man who asked the question. “That's why it's so interesting. I'm sure you've heard of the formula that Albert Einstein is famous for, right?”
“Yeah,” the questioner says. “E equals MC squared.”
“Correct. That equation says that energy equal to the mass of an object multiplied by the speed of light squared. Anything with mass takes up space, and is therefore matter, which is tangible. In short, the equation says that energy and matter are the same physical entity, and can be changed into each other. Which is how metahumans are able to turn the energy they use into solid matter. Does that answer your question?”
“Yeah, it does,” the man says, nodding.
“So far,” Serena says. “That is what we've learned. We haven't yet worked out why metahumans have powers, or why their powers are restricted. But we won't stop our research until we know everything there is to know about this wonderful phenomenon.”
The audience and news teams rise to their feet, clapping loudly.

It was all over the news for weeks, all anyone was talking about. The first bit of information about metahumans, the start of something that everyone just knew would be wonderful. A new world, perhaps, one where instead of shunning those who were different, actually try to learn about them, and accept them.

However, all was not as it seemed. According to the scientists, they studied members of the metahuman community who volunteered. But that just was not true. No metahumans volunteered to help, not properly. They had no choice in the matter.

March 29, 2090
Unknown Location

The screens show the rooms in which the unconscious forms lay. A figure stands at the control panel, looking at the live feed. The metahumans in the rooms begin to stir.
“The drugs must be starting to wear off,” the figures mutters, pleased. “That means the research can continue very soon…”



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Energy-Based Powers
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Re: [REQ]A New World?

Post by Serenitynightowl » Sat May 04, 2019 1:30 am

Name: Arisa Saiya
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Occupation: Jeweler Apprentice
Power Category: Energy-based Powers

Personality: She's more on the shy side. She can be caring, and quite selfless, always wearing a small smile of some sort to try and seem happy and cheerful, though with her quietness comes self-deprication. She's not good at anything, she reminds herself repeatedly. Drawing, singing, talking, walking, eating, even just standing; all it does is makes her look weird, out of place, she's convinced.
Her memory is poor on many things; names, faces, places, tasks. Whenever she's working, or doing anything, she goes in a bee line. Not Point A to Point B, but Point A to Point C to Point M to Point H... You get the point. Occasionally she stumbles over her words, or mixes her words up, and gets a bad stutter when whe gets shy, embarrassed, anxious.
She can be an open book with lots of pages stuck together, depending on who. She never says what she really thinks, afraid that if she did, she will somehow make others upset or mad. Yelling turns her into a closed book, retreating into herself as she goes quiet. She's not the type to jump into a fight.
Though, when you get to know her, underneith her attempted cheeriness is a sad, lonely being. She wants to make friends and have fun, but fear is her ruler. She doesn't fit in. She never has, with her odd habits. She tries to act normal, but she's just... not.

Powers:
  • Crystal/Gem Creation/Manipulation- She can create crystals and gems via energy. She can malipulate the structure of the energy to change what type of gem she's aiming to make, weither it be a ruby or an emerald. She can make large structures like a dome, or items like swords out of crystals, though the bigger the structure or item, the more tired she becomes. She uses her crystals more for defensive reasons, though each layer can become harder to break. She can tire herself out to passing out, ehich is typically after 3 domes in a row, and simple exaustion after making simple gems for jewerly for about 4 or 5 hours.
  • Healing- She can create a liquid energy to heal others in various degrees, and depending on how much she is healing someone, she either gains numbness in an area, or loses the ability to move and feel body parts to the point of being in a form of a coma for an unknown amount of time. She can solidify the healing energy into little balls, which can be made into tea. While these doesn't heal anything major, they will heal and help things from muscle spasms and insomnia to small paper cuts and bruising. They're great for the common cold, and if you have the flu it makes the symptoms barable. Great for temporary pain relief and stress relief.
Background: It's a pretty normal household under 'normal' terms. A mom, dad, a big brother, and herself. Nothing too crazy. Her brother, being two years older, was the apple of their parents eyes. He was a smart, grade A student who did nothing wrong. Orderly, kind, and easily reached their parents standards. Arisa was... less so. Her skatterbrained tendancies always made her fall short of her brothers acheivements. While not physically abusive, mental abuse was always in play. "Why can't you be more like your brother? He got all A's in this subject." was a common line Arisa heard while in school. It wasn't that she didn't understand a lot of the subject, it was the group projects that usually got her grades down. People made her anxious, expecially ones she didn't know well, so she was a B and C student.
While her brother may be viewed as better, they have a good relationship, surprisingly. She envies him, the perfect child that their mom and dad wants. And then there's her, the disappointment who can't reach their parents expectations. The comparison always lingers in the back of her mind, and when they play games, if she wins, a small voice wonders if he let her win. He probably did, would reply another voice as they set up the next round.
Even with her subpar grades, she managed to become a Jeweler's Apprentice. The only thing that let her get the job was her ability to appraise gems better than the applicant who was going against her. Even though the news makes her feel like she doesn't have a right to still have her job, she does her best to work hard.

Appearance: She has platinum blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back, eyes the color of aquamarine. She typically wears leggings and a hoodie with a graphic tee underneith. She loves lolita clothing, but at least she knows it's not socally accepted to wear in public.

Extra: Gems, Space, and the color blue are her favorite things. She loves sweets and candy, and has no tolerance for spicy things. She can modify the flavor of her tea to help with specific things, though it takes more energy.
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Post by Tanakalian » Sat May 04, 2019 9:18 am

Name: Brendan ‘Buck’ Rodgers
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Occupation: Head-chef and owner of The Skinny Goose, a two-star Michelin restaurant in Hambleton, Rutland
Power Category: Mind
Personality: As a business-owner, and even more a chef, Buck is a dominant man. He’s worked with various top-chefs around the world, before getting the opportunity to take over an existing restaurant. Has his own unique style of cooking and foraging for his ingredients. Has nearly 70 staff working for him, but does most of the cooking himself.

Powers: Telepathy, mind-reading & dream-walking. The first two being awakened powers, the latter a sleeping one, Brendan decided very early in his twenties to train himself into mentally blocking his powers out. The constant noise of other people’s thoughts often becoming too much. When Brendan lifts his own blockage, he is able to hear the thoughts of everyone in a half-a-mile radius.
Background: Ever since the divorce of his parents, at the age of 5, Brendan found a passion for cooking. At first baking cakes with his mother, with whom he lived. In his teenage years he started with cooking dinners. At the age of 17 he dropped out of school, his first working experience in El Bulli Nuovo in Spain. Via further employment in Denmark, France, Italy and Australia, he settled down at the age of 31 in Rutland. He got his first Michelin-star only a year after opening and the second one a year ago.
Appearance: At 6’5” Brendan is a tall man, taller than most of his peers, he is medium-built, weighing at just under 85 kg. His dark-blonde curly hair is never really in model, but also never really wild. He has piercing dark-green eyes. He wears glasses. When not in his chef’s whites, he’ll be casually dressed, jeans and a sweater his preferred clothing.

Extra: Brendan has known his abilities long before there was talk of metahumans. Even in his early years he could hear the thoughts of those around him. Since it became widely known that there were humans with special powers he has kept his hidden. Other than his mother nobody knows he has any superpowers. Of course, his abilities are registered, as he is and has always been a law-abiding citizen. Brendan has never been married, in his own justification because there was no level-playing field, for a potential girlfriend not being able to hear what he could.

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Re: [REQ]A New World?

Post by Maxx[2.0]ine » Sat May 04, 2019 1:15 pm

Serenitynightowl wrote:
Sat May 04, 2019 1:30 am
Name: Arisa Saiya
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Occupation: Jeweler Apprentice
Power Category: Energy-based Powers

Personality: She's more on the shy side. She can be caring, and quite selfless, always wearing a small smile of some sort to try and seem happy and cheerful, though with her quietness comes self-deprication. She's not good at anything, she reminds herself repeatedly. Drawing, singing, talking, walking, eating, even just standing; all it does is makes her look weird, out of place, she's convinced.
Her memory is poor on many things; names, faces, places, tasks. Whenever she's working, or doing anything, she goes in a bee line. Not Point A to Point B, but Point A to Point C to Point M to Point H... You get the point. Occasionally she stumbles over her words, or mixes her words up, and gets a bad stutter when whe gets shy, embarrassed, anxious.
She can be an open book with lots of pages stuck together, depending on who. She never says what she really thinks, afraid that if she did, she will somehow make others upset or mad. Yelling turns her into a closed book, retreating into herself as she goes quiet. She's not the type to jump into a fight.
Though, when you get to know her, underneith her attempted cheeriness is a sad, lonely being. She wants to make friends and have fun, but fear is her ruler. She doesn't fit in. She never has, with her odd habits. She tries to act normal, but she's just... not.

Powers:
  • Crystal/Gem Creation/Manipulation- She can create crystals and gems via energy. She can malipulate the structure of the energy to change what type of gem she's aiming to make, weither it be a ruby or an emerald. She can make large structures like a dome, or items like swords out of crystals, though the bigger the structure or item, the more tired she becomes. She uses her crystals more for defensive reasons, though each layer can become harder to break. She can tire herself out to passing out, ehich is typically after 3 domes in a row, and simple exaustion after making simple gems for jewerly for about 4 or 5 hours.
  • Healing- She can create a liquid energy to heal others in various degrees, and depending on how much she is healing someone, she either gains numbness in an area, or loses the ability to move and feel body parts to the point of being in a form of a coma for an unknown amount of time. She can solidify the healing energy into little balls, which can be made into tea. While these doesn't heal anything major, they will heal and help things from muscle spasms and insomnia to small paper cuts and bruising. They're great for the common cold, and if you have the flu it makes the symptoms barable. Great for temporary pain relief and stress relief.
Background: It's a pretty normal household under 'normal' terms. A mom, dad, a big brother, and herself. Nothing too crazy. Her brother, being two years older, was the apple of their parents eyes. He was a smart, grade A student who did nothing wrong. Orderly, kind, and easily reached their parents standards. Arisa was... less so. Her skatterbrained tendancies always made her fall short of her brothers acheivements. While not physically abusive, mental abuse was always in play. "Why can't you be more like your brother? He got all A's in this subject." was a common line Arisa heard while in school. It wasn't that she didn't understand a lot of the subject, it was the group projects that usually got her grades down. People made her anxious, expecially ones she didn't know well, so she was a B and C student.
While her brother may be viewed as better, they have a good relationship, surprisingly. She envies him, the perfect child that their mom and dad wants. And then there's her, the disappointment who can't reach their parents expectations. The comparison always lingers in the back of her mind, and when they play games, if she wins, a small voice wonders if he let her win. He probably did, would reply another voice as they set up the next round.
Even with her subpar grades, she managed to become a Jeweler's Apprentice. The only thing that let her get the job was her ability to appraise gems better than the applicant who was going against her. Even though the news makes her feel like she doesn't have a right to still have her job, she does her best to work hard.

Appearance: She has platinum blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back, eyes the color of aquamarine. She typically wears leggings and a hoodie with a graphic tee underneith. She loves lolita clothing, but at least she knows it's not socally accepted to wear in public.

Extra: Gems, Space, and the color blue are her favorite things. She loves sweets and candy, and has no tolerance for spicy things. She can modify the flavor of her tea to help with specific things, though it takes more energy.
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Name: Brendan ‘Buck’ Rodgers
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Occupation: Head-chef and owner of The Skinny Goose, a two-star Michelin restaurant in Hambleton, Rutland
Power Category: Mind
Personality: As a business-owner, and even more a chef, Buck is a dominant man. He’s worked with various top-chefs around the world, before getting the opportunity to take over an existing restaurant. Has his own unique style of cooking and foraging for his ingredients. Has nearly 70 staff working for him, but does most of the cooking himself.

Powers: Telepathy, mind-reading & dream-walking. The first two being awakened powers, the latter a sleeping one, Brendan decided very early in his twenties to train himself into mentally blocking his powers out. The constant noise of other people’s thoughts often becoming too much. When Brendan lifts his own blockage, he is able to hear the thoughts of everyone in a half-a-mile radius.
Background: Ever since the divorce of his parents, at the age of 5, Brendan found a passion for cooking. At first baking cakes with his mother, with whom he lived. In his teenage years he started with cooking dinners. At the age of 17 he dropped out of school, his first working experience in El Bulli Nuovo in Spain. Via further employment in Denmark, France, Italy and Australia, he settled down at the age of 31 in Rutland. He got his first Michelin-star only a year after opening and the second one a year ago.
Appearance: At 6’5” Brendan is a tall man, taller than most of his peers, he is medium-built, weighing at just under 85 kg. His dark-blonde curly hair is never really in model, but also never really wild. He has piercing dark-green eyes. He wears glasses. When not in his chef’s whites, he’ll be casually dressed, jeans and a sweater his preferred clothing.

Extra: Brendan has known his abilities long before there was talk of metahumans. Even in his early years he could hear the thoughts of those around him. Since it became widely known that there were humans with special powers he has kept his hidden. Other than his mother nobody knows he has any superpowers. Of course, his abilities are registered, as he is and has always been a law-abiding citizen. Brendan has never been married, in his own justification because there was no level-playing field, for a potential girlfriend not being able to hear what he could.
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Name: Natja "Natasha" Arjuyn
Age: 740 (appears roughly mid 30s)
Gender: Appears female
Occupation: Ex-Special forces
Power Category:Biological

Personality: Natja appears cold and calculating on the surface. Rare to smile and a woman of few words, Natja doesnt make friends easily. She prefers to focus on the job at hand. Though she is known to have random bursts of dry humor that barely count as jokes, almost as if she is trying to show people she does infact have a sense of humor. Natja rarely gets cultural references and most things appear to go over her head. She often makes very outdated references that would seem more at home coming from an elderly person. She also hates camera's and refuses to let any photos be taken of her. She speaks of honor often, and ancient world values.

Powers:
Natja is a nymphemris, the real metahumans that the stories of elves were based on, her powers are biological in nature and simply allow her to be far more agile then most humans. She is also more durable, her faster metabolism allows her to heal slightly faster. All of which are minor improvements when compared to her greatest ability, she will never age. Like the myths of elves suggest, she will never die of old age, she can absolutely be killed but if she survives she could hypothetically live forever. This alone is her greatest strength as her hundreds of years of experience have made her a perfect fighter and master of many forms of martial arts and weapons combat from ancient melee to modern firearms. And finally, her most noticeable but least important change from her powers is that she looks like an elf, pointy ears and all.

Background:
January 4th, 1389, somewhere in the north of what would later become russia.
The howling blizzard winds blew outside, held off by the elk skin tent and the warmth of the burning fire. Inside two forms huddled over a third that lay on a sheepskin. The two hunched women worked silently on the third laying down. They held finely sharpened sticks tipped with black ink as they poked and proded they laying woman's face and body. they worked tirelessly for hours, covering the pale skinned woman's body in black markings until finally they stopped. Placing the tools down, the two cloaked women began to hum and chant as they rocked on the spot. At that moment, the flap that held the opening of the tent closed, flung open as the howling winds rushed inside. Immediately the fire was blown out and the tent went dark, save for the single beam of moonlight that shone down from the full moon directly onto the body of the laying woman. She sat up, her pale skin covered in black markings that resembled a skull on her face. "the mother moon calls to you." said one of the women. "go to her child, show here that you are worth of the gift of adulthood." They pushed the young girl forwards as the naked, pale, elf woman walked out into the full light of the moon, snow crunched underfoot and she stood up tall, facing the moon. Today, Natja had undergone the initiation ceremony, today she went from a girl to a woman, tonight she became a warrior.

March 23rd, 1402, Northern Russia.
the cool spring air blew through the alpine forest, brushing leaves into swirls across the forest path. High above in the trees, ten moon elves waited in silence. One of them had long white dreadlocks, solid white eyes, and a skull tattooed on her face. This woman was Natja and with bow and arrow in hand, she was ready for the ambush. The invaders came on horses, the humans reeked of their filthy cities and trampled the gentle nature under their feet. Their very presence in the Moon elf lands was atrocious. This angered Natja greatly, but she waited, silently, patiently with bow drawn and arrow pointed. Then the signal came, a gentle whistle was the only sound before arrows flew down upon the unsuspecting humans. The first few dropped like flies but the following group quickly moved up. And the moon elves were ready for a counter attack but they couldnt have expected what came next. Where they expected bows and swords, the humans carried a far stranger weapon, they pointed the odd wooden sticks directly at the elves and suddenly, with a sound like thunder, the trees in which they were hiding exploded, tiny pebbles where shot through the air, tearing apart both bark and flesh. Many elves dropped from the trees and those that remained where in such shock they barely had time to react to the second row of humans that fired their strange weapons. natja's hunting party was whiped out in mere seconds, the remaining survivors where captured and enslaved, Natja included. The humans had discovered a new type of weapon, something far more deadly than anything before. Natja would later learn that these were called guns, and they would shape the rest of her life.

April 21st, 2069, Remote location in the australian outback.
A tall, slender woman sits at a table in a rundown old cabin. She wears a sweat stained tank top and shorts with an empty gun harness on her shoulders. Her white dreads are tied back in a pony tail and her pointed ears stick out with various piercings covering her ears. The skull tattooed on her face drips sweat as her pale eyes focus on her task. In her hands she holds the bareel of a 9mm pistol and a polishing rag, the rest of the pistol and various other guns where disassembled on the table infront of her. A small tv plays a scratchy image of a news channel on its tiny screen, the news reporter speaks about the first sighting of a metahuman and the family that was killed int he fire, the man goes on to talk about how dangerous these people are and how they must be reported at once to the authorities. The tall elf woman leans back in her chair as a dread slips from the ponytail and infront of her face. "so, the cats finally out of the bag."

June 1st, 2085, South africa.
A small black van drives down a dirt road in the african wilderness. Inside a group of heavily armed men and women sit in the back, chatting as they prep their gear. "So, you guys hear about that Clermont Guy in the UK who finally Legalized Metas?" one soldier asked. "He didnt legalize 'em, they were just given their basic human rights back." said another soldier as he loaded his magazine into his rifle. "looks like you finally get to be in public without that headwap, eh Captain?" said the first soldier as he turned to the White haired elf woman sitting near the door. "We are 5 minutes out, lets cut the chatter and get ready, remember, we infiltrate the compound, execute the target and get out before they know we are there. Understood?" says Natja. The rest of the men nod as they slip on their balaclavas and the van pulls up to a stop. The door opens and they exit the vehicle like a well trained squad, guns at the ready. "alright team lets move out."

Appearance: Natja is tall and slender, she stands at 6'1" and has an athletic build. She has white eyes and hair which is in dreadlocks that fall just abover her shoulders. Her pale skin is covered in tribal tattoos, the most notable being a skull tattooed to her face. She is always wearing fine suits and dressed to impress, unless she is on a mission which she then changes to a set of tactical clothing and body armor. She usually wears a multitude of earings and face piercings. She also has fairly sharp canines on both her top and bottom row. also she is obviously and elf, pointed ears, unnnatural beauty and all. She also has alot of scars all over her body, including a single small slash against her left cheek, and a rather gnarly looking bullet wound, from the first time she was shot, on her thigh.

Extra: She speaks many different languages, most known some ancient and forgotten. She is also an expert at infiltration, subterfuge, and escape. She may just be one of the most likely to make it out of this place.
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Re: [REQ]A New World?

Post by Z4NNA » Sat May 04, 2019 9:57 pm

i may have gotten carried away with the backstory, i could have done like another ten pieces in there but i decided to cut it short but yeah hope she fits into the lore well enough!))

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Re: [REQ]A New World?

Post by Maxx[2.0]ine » Sat May 04, 2019 10:09 pm

Z4NNA wrote:
Sat May 04, 2019 9:57 pm
i may have gotten carried away with the backstory, i could have done like another ten pieces in there but i decided to cut it short but yeah hope she fits into the lore well enough!))
I love her, but could you take out the bits from where she's already at the facility? It doesn't quite fit in with what I'm planning (and it isn't quite a government facility they're in anyways). Also, it's just me being fussy, but could you say what age she appears to be?
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Post by Z4NNA » Sat May 04, 2019 10:12 pm

done and done

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Post by Maxx[2.0]ine » Sat May 04, 2019 10:16 pm

Z4NNA wrote:
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done and done
Thank you. She's accepted!!! A rather unique idea, as well. I hadn't even thought of the possibility of someone having an immortal elf person.
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Re: [REQ]A New World?

Post by Z4NNA » Sat May 04, 2019 10:23 pm

hehe thank you! i had her cooking in my head before and i just needed the right roleplay to place her in and you have crafted a perfect world for her! superb world building i must say! also when do u think we can start this?

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