#other than he uses his weak yet precise electrical manipulation powers in his work and a materials scientist is one of his coworkers

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Quite the look you've got going there Tom.

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Sanguine (Akuma Kan):

Personality - He’s extremely shy and timid yet heroic at heart. He finds it hard to talk to people and be the center of attention but if the situation calls for it…he’ll attempt to save people no matter what.

Looks - He shares his father’s height so he’s naturally tall. He also shares his father’s hair and muscular build but he is much slimmer than his father and doesn’t quite have his father’s bulk.

Quirk - Bloodletting

Properties - The quirk allows Akuma to manipulate his own blood. The blood can shoot from his skin like a bullet and can even explode when shot with enough velocity. He can also create blood tendrils that act like tentacles and can be used to fight but also rescue people. His blood allows for a quick healing cycle since it has to rip through his skin. His blood can also harden to create powerful shields and body armor. He can also create clones through his blood…and can travel via liquefying into blood and sprouting up where he intends.

Drawbacks - Too much exertion of blood means his body isn’t getting enough circulation…so he can easily succumb to limbs falling asleep, massive migraines, queasiness, potential black outs, and blood rushes temporarily giving him vision impairment…and blood cannot be withdrawn from his body for over 10 minutes without risking cardiac arrest. His quirk also requires for a lot of liquid ingestion to regenerate lost blood.

Venus: (Sakura Nishiya):

Personality - Sakura is incredibly sweet often to her own detriment. She often puts other people’s feelings before hers, forgetting about her own problems. Sakura is also scarily intelligent when it comes to strategy in fighting.

Looks - Sakura boasts long green hair with flower growths seemingly sprouting from her scalp. She’s also pretty tall and has a muscular build.

Quirk - Mother Nature

Properties - Mother Nature allows for Sakura to manipulate plants. She can cause the plants to grow to extreme sizes and bend to her will. Her quirk allows for her to forcefully evolve the plants allowing for them to release pheromones or grow tangible vines for her to control

Drawbacks - Her quirk is only powerful during the day while the plants get sunlight…at night, her powers are severely limited beyond being able to just move the plants. Her quirk also requires her to stay hydrated…because the quality of the plants is directly tied to her health. The quirk also only works within viable soil that can properly host a plant.

Hex: (Uno Tatsuma):

Personality - Uno is very boisterous and confident in his abilities to the point where he can become pretty cocky and lose sight of his goal. Despite his cockiness, he is a good person and is very loving towards his friends and family.

Looks - Uno is considered very handsome and boasts deep purple hair and doughy purple eyes. He’s considerably tall and muscular and has sharp features.

Quirk - Bad Luck

Properties - Bad Luck allows for Uno to create black energy orbs from his hand. These orbs can be shot out and cause a variety of effects. The orbs are slightly explosive when they make physical impact with something…but that’s not the star of the show with this quirk. The main feature of this quirk is that on impact, it can cause a foe to suffer serious bad luck. When the orbs hit…they can cause a foe to trip and fall, suffer rapid onset narcolepsy, set off a chain of events that somehow leads an anvil falling on the foes’ head etc. etc.

Drawbacks - The level of bad luck isn’t consistent and is sometimes unreliable so it requires multiple orbs to be thrown…but the orbs directly rely on UNO’s molecular makeup of his hands. So when orbs are thrown in excess…they begin to make his hands and arms very brittle

Skinwalker (Amaya Gima):

Personality - Amaya is very gentle and kind. She often puts on the front of someone who doesn’t care…but once you get to know her, she’s truly a sweet person.

Looks - Amaya has long black hair. She’s average height and has pretty dark brown eyes.

Quirk - Beast Body

Properties - This quirk allows Amaya to change the anatomy of her physical body. All she has to do is think of an animal…and her body begins to shift into the creature.

Drawbacks - The quirk hurts every time Amaya performs it. The quirk also takes awhile for her to shift to an animal and shift back.

Psi (Kaneki Usagiyama):

Personality - Kaneki is incredibly reserved and cold. He doesn’t talk very much but when he does…it’s often demeaning. Kaneki views himself as more important than his peers…he’s also very intelligent and skilled in battle.

Looks - Kaneki sports dark blue hair. He’s average height but with a fit build. His eyes are also blue but when using his quirk…his hair and eyes begin to glow neon pink.

Quirk - Psychokinesis

Properties - Psychokinesis allows Kaneki to extort his brain beyond its limits…allowing him to use a strong form of telekinesis that can crush anything in its path. Psychokinesis allows telepathy as well. But one of the biggest boasts for this powerful skill…is that it can create deadly psionic blasts that can disintegrate anything they touch.

Drawbacks - when Psychokinesis is exerted for long periods of time…it starts to over exert his brain and cause massive headaches that severely slow down his abilities

Wormhole (Aimi Fujioka):

Personality - Aimi is incredibly shy, often resulting in her being unable to talk to anyone but her close friends. Despite her shyness…she is incredibly determined…and nothing will get in the way of her becoming a pro hero.

Looks - Aimi has short pink hair. She is also considerably short and has big doughy pink eyes.

Quirk - Teleportation

Properties - When Aimi envisions a specific place and touches her fingers together…she can cause a dimensional rip that she can teleport through. When the rip is paired with another rip…she can simply walk through it like an open door…but when the rip is alone, it sucks things in like a black hole.

Drawbacks - The quirk cannot work if Aimi hasn’t seen the area she wants the rip to appear. The rip can also only stay open for a maximum of 10 seconds.

Vortex (Arakan Ahane):

Personality - Arakan is incredibly nice but very ditzy and naive. Arakan has no problem complimenting people but often finds himself forgetting everything…sometimes even forgetting how to spell his own name.

Looks - Arakan has fluffy green hair and big green eyes. He’s pretty fit and has an average height.

Quirk - Time Jump

Properties - Time Jump allows Arakan to jump a few seconds into the future. When Arakan snaps his fingers…his quirk shoots him through a few seconds in his future. This allows Arakan to be very agile, dodging attacks and “jumping” well into high places most people wouldn’t be able to reach. When Arakan first jumps and right after, it causes electricity to shoot through the air…so getting close to him before a jump could result in a small electrical shock.

Drawbacks - The quirk has a 5 second cool down and when not aimed precisely…Arakan could end up getting stuck in walls or floors leaving him open to attack.

Aquarias (Chinami Aikawa):

Personality - Chinami is incredibly intelligent and nice. She often scores 100% on all of her written tests and you can leave it to her to develop a battle plan. However, due to her parents’ strictness on grades…it left Chinami very uncertain and personally insecure with her own skills.

Looks - Chinami has very long pale blue hair. She also has a slim fit figure with an above average height.

Quirk - Flood

Properties - Flood allows Chinami to telekinetically control any surrounding moisture or liquid. This can allow Chinami to cause giant destructive tsunamis or her favorite move from a cartoon she watches…giant water hands to crush her opponents and water wings to fly. Chinami’s ability also allows for more subtle moves…such as creating bubbles.

Drawbacks - Chinami’s quirk solely relies on the accessibility of nearby liquids or the amount of moisture in the air…without a good amount of either, her quirk is rendered semi-useless.

Whirlwind (Daichi Bushida):

Personality - Daichi is incredibly cocky often to his own detriment. He lacks the ability to recognize his own weaknesses and is often regarded as kind of an asshole. But his lack of outward recognition of his weaknesses often results in him pushing himself past his limits to prove his worth.

Looks - Daichi sports groomed black hair. He has sharp dark eyes and is quite tall and muscular.

Quirk - Cyclone

Properties - Cyclone allows Daichi to create whirlwinds from his hands. These whirlwinds can be anywhere from small controlled gusts that he can shoot at you…all the way to a giant tornado capable of mass destruction.

Drawbacks - too much wind power from his quirk takes a toll on his hand…he often ends up spraining his hand from the sheer wind power he can create.

Atomic (Hoshi Bushida):

Personality - Hoshi is similar to her brother in that she’s competitive and pushes herself past her limits. But unlike her brother, she knows her flaws and she has a strong sense of humility. This allows her to be emotionally mature unlike her brother…and it keeps her down to earth and quite intelligent.

Looks - Hoshi has long black hair often seen tied in a ponytail. She’s viewed as being incredibly pretty and she’s tall with a fit build.

Quirk - Disassemble

Properties - When Hoshi touches something…she can disassemble it on an atomic level…even living things. This allows Hoshi to completely remove an entire wall…or if need be…an entire foe.

Drawbacks - the disassembled object or person will reassemble unharmed anywhere between 10-20 minutes later and the quirk also requires her to touch the object to disassemble it.

Puppet Master (Joben Takao):

Personality - Joben is incredibly self-centered to where he might actually literally be in love with himself. Joben is also a strict neat freak.

Looks - Joben is considered incredibly handsome and he has crimson red hair with sharp facial features. He’s considerably tall and muscular.

Quirk - Possessor

Properties - Possessor allows Joben to temporarily possess someone’s body after he’s touched or been touched by someone. While possessing someone, he can use their quirks and has complete control over their body

Drawbacks - the possession only lasts a maximum of 5 minutes. The quirk also leave’s Joben’s real body out of commission and open for attacks

Static Shock (Kana Ryujin):

Personality - Kana is a total bimbo who completely forgets everything. Despite her absent mindedness…she’s very kind and outgoing.

Looks - Kana is pretty short with long pink hair tied in a ponytail. She has round dark eyes full of spirit and vigor.

Quirk - Lightning Rod

Properties - Lightning Rod allows Kana to shoot high voltage electricity out of her arms. Her quirk allows her to either shoot little shocks or full on thunder storms out of her arms.

Drawbacks - Kana’s not safe from the electricity itself…every time she activates her quirk, she shocks herself too.

Lion (Kazuhiko Yamaguchi):

Personality - Kazuhiko is incredibly intelligent and reserved. He often finds himself acing his tests…and he loves to fulfill his duty of class President.

Looks - Kazuhiko is incredibly tall and muscular. He blonde slicked back hair and glasses. Kazuhiko is well groomed and handsome and he also has a lion’s tail

Quirk - Cat Man

Properties - Kazuhiko can use the energy from food…to gain extreme muscle mass, grow claws, gain night vision, have enhanced senses, enhanced agility, and a mighty roar

Drawbacks - the quirk only lasts for as long as there’s food in his stomach…but the quirk absorbs the energy from the food…allowing for his powers to only be useful for mere moments. The enhanced senses can also be negated with bright lights in his eyes, foul smells, and extremely loud noises.

Octo (Kichi Calamari):

Personality - Kichi is awkward, adorable, and incredibly shy. Despite her shyness, she’s also scarily intelligent.

Looks - Kichi has a mutant type quirk. She has long orange-ish red-ish hair. She’s pretty short and has beady eyes.

Quirk - Octopus

Properties - Octopus is a mutant type quirk…meaning it’s always on her. Her quirk means she has eight slimy tentacles attached to her back, each with a hooked suction cup. Her quirk also explains why she’s incredibly intelligent. She can also secrete a slippery mucus from her skin. Her quirk also allows her to shoot ink from her mouth to blind foes.

Drawbacks - like an octopus…she needs to constantly stay hydrated…less she face drying out

Tremor (Kitaro Ryujin):

Personality - Kitaro is just like his sister in that he has no idea what’s going on ever…but he’s happy doing it.

Looks - Kitaro is described as being pretty handsome with an average height, muscular build, and spiky brown hair.

Quirk - Bulldoze

Properties - When Kitaro touches the ground…he can cause an immense seismic wave that causes a massive earthquake

Drawbacks - The quirk only works on solid ground…so sand, air, and water are unaffected by his quirk…grass also reduces the strength of the earthquake

Magnet (Leiko Fukumoto):

Personality - Leiko is pretty arrogant, but her arrogance is backed up with her high intelligence and great combat skills. Despite her arrogance, she’s pretty funny and somewhat laid back

Looks - She boasts long beautiful silver hair. She’s also pretty tall and muscular with solid steel colored eyes.

Quirk - Magnetic Pull

Properties - Her quirk allows her to telekinetically control metals. Her powers can let her lift semi trucks and even most buildings and launch them at you. She’s also known to quickly make protective shields out of surrounding metals.

Drawbacks - the strength of her magnetic pull solely revolves around the amount of iron in her body…when she has an iron deficiency…her quirk is rendered useless.

Forgemaster (Osamu Saito):

Personality - Osamu has a very protective and commanding personality. He often finds himself taking charge and protecting those he cares for. He also idolizes his pro hero cousin Momo Yaoyorozu and wishes to be just like her.

Looks - Osamu boasts light purple hair and soft facial features. He’s of an average height…but considerably fit.

Quirk - Weapon Hands

Properties - Osamu can turn his hand into any weapon as long as he knows exactly what the weapon is made of. His range can be from an entire cannon…to a simple knife.

Drawbacks - He must know the exact materials of the weapon…and the quirk draws upon energy from his body…so too much shifting to different weapons easily wears him out

Dopplëganger (Shina Saito):

Personality - Shina is incredibly nice and funny…but deep down, she’s insecure. She feels that she won’t live up to her cousin or her brother and she suffers from a severe identity crisis cause she feels she can’t even live up to herself.

Looks - Shina is viewed as being really pretty with long black hair. She’s kinda short and has a slim body type.

Quirk - Cloner

Properties - when she touches someone she can turn herself into them for around 6.5 minutes. Her quirk allows her to use their quirk as well.

Drawbacks - she’s only limited to 6.5 minutes per person and only one person at a time

Anti-Matter (Taishiro Tachi):

Personality - Taishiro is extremely confident but never arrogant. He’s also incredibly nice and out spoken about his ambitions and ideas

Looks - Taishiro is average height with a slim build. He has light blue hair and purple eyes filled with determination

Quirk - Light Constructs

Properties - his quirk allows him to create quite literally anything out of light…from a protective shield all the way to a functioning tank

Drawbacks - he must know exactly how his creation works or it’ll turn out faulty…his quirk also requires light so it cannot work in the dark

Gamma Ray (Yasuko Sugimoto):

Personality - she acts kinda like a big sister…she’s there for everyone when they need a shoulder to cry on. This comes from her feeling like other people’s problems are her fault…so she tries to fix them.

Looks - Yasuko has blonde hair in a side ponytail. She’s pretty tall and slim and has soft facial features.

Quirk - Gamma

Properties - when Yasuko claps her hands together…a giant destructive laser shoots from them with incredible force

Drawbacks - the laser is so bright it can temporarily blind her

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[CS] 4. Duty

4. Duty

Cutting Strings

Characters: Penny, Winter, Xanthic Word Count: 8k

If robots are just tools…

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Primary Function: Protector  

Penny learned many things during her few short hours outside her father’s facility. Those with familiar background and status gravitate towards each other. Penny suppose the human variable meant different was of understanding the world. Same behaviors and actions can be used to express different emotions, particularly when people whisper under their breath and avoid looking at others.  

Though Penny still had a difficulty figuring out how May and Winter communicated with just looks. Even sign language used an actual method of communication.  

So far the Military Event was the best day of her excistance. Her true first day out in the world! She got to learn more about her future teammate and possibly made two new friends, Winter Schnee and May Marigold. But… It was odd, that the best day of her excistense could affect someone that was not present.  

Penny was starting to understand how powerful the gaze was.  

She sat at the facility’s kitchen table, head casted down and hands intertwined in her lap. She ignored the slamming keys and hard-light screens. Across from her, Ashley Xanthic furiously typed lines of code. The hacker would run simulation after simulation, until the checks ran red and continued working. Bit by bit, she hacked into Atlas’ network, byte by byte Penny Polendina was becoming an official citizen of Atlas.  

Ironwood wanted her to supervise the hacker. Something that required closer observation but Penny didn’t want upset Ms. Xanthic anymore. She sighed quietly, squeezing her hands. She wasn’t doing a very good job…  

“What’s the point in running the Kingdom if you can’t cut corners?” Xanthic growled to herself. Penny spared a glance up. Her future teammate took a break to sip her coffee but her head just kept tilting back and back before she just groaned into an empty cup.  

“It’s to prevent-”  

“Abuse of power, total dictator ship,” Xanthic droned. She put her cup down, looking at Penny through the gasps of her hard-light screens. "But here I am, in a secure military facility, hacking into Atlas Security with resources the General provided."  

If the public found out General Ironwood manipulated the system, he would be stripped of both his council seats. If the public found out a hacker had done it, the consequences wouldn’t be as dire. Still the General must have other reasons for using her as a scapegoat.  

Penny looked at her hands again, “He cannot make such quick changes legally, the process would take too long. Everything has been signed and approved-”  

“Of course,” Xanthic snorted. After hours of working, the hacker finally stood up. In a few short strides she was at Penny’s side, boxing her into the chair with slender arms. Penny knew Xanthic wasn’t fit, wasn’t a fighter. Her hands weren’t calloused like Aro’s but steady, soft, and precise. Penny could easily win but somehow she felt small and weak under that white burning glare.  

Staring into eyes that were so similiar to her own… but so full of resentment was not pleasent.  

"So why would the General," Xanthic hissed the title out like venom, “Need me to skip the queue?”  

“And why should we tell a criminal, one caught red handed by General Ironwood himself.”  

“Winter!” Penny gasped, hydraulics in her back straightening her posture. The specialist’s voice alone lifted her Aura, but seeing Winter glower back at Xanthic corrected any insecurities the hacker caused. “What are you doing here?”  

“I don’t resume my duties till tomorrow,” Winter said, eyes closed and shoulders tensing for a moment. Xanthic sneered. Penny ignored it because Winter refused to acknowledge the hacker. “I did offer you a tour of Atlas Academy.”  

“How about you don’t make my job harder?” Xanthic asked throwing up her hands. She walked to the fridge, making sure to brush against Winter so the Specialist was forced to acknowledge her. Xan was shorter, but somehow she seemed to have just as strong of a presense. “Marigold gets a pass but you and Glade are aware of the consequences that comes with fame. You really think people wouldn’t look up the mysterious ginger? She is a ginger right?”  

“Penny did not disclose her identity until after we witnesses saw us together,” Winter said with an annoyed sigh.  

“Now you know. Yet you still insist on parading her around?” Xanthic reason. She crossed her arms and glared threateningly at one of the best Huntresses in Atlas. Both women were too busy posturing and trying to intimidate each other to see Penny shrink ever so slightly. She quickly straightened out again when Xanthic lost with an infuriating sigh. “Seriously. Please don’t make my job harder than it is.”  

“Penny’s cover is already ruined, what else would hinder your task?”  

“Research,” Xanthic said opening the fridge. She frowned and gave Penny a disapproving look. “It’s practically empty. Is that why you’re all skin and bones?”  

“I’m not skin and bones…” Penny mumbled under her breath. It felt… bittersweet, a small victory in admitting what she is but what was the point if they didn’t understand it? Predictably Xanthic didn’t believe her. The hacker rolled her cybernetic eyes and peeked into the freezer next.  

“Neopolitan ice cream. I can forgive the lack of food,” she said with a small smile. Penny added the favorite flavor to Xanthic’s notes. “I can do what Ironwood-”  

“General Ironwood.” Winter corrected.  

Xanthic continued without any acknowledgement, “Told me to do, get the legal documents into the system or I can do a good job and actually leave some breadcrumbs for people to find.”  

“Breadcrumbs?” Penny asked.  

“According to Ironwood,” Xanthic started, ignoring the way Winter’s hand twitched in frustration. She looked for cups and spoons. “You’re another SDC orphan.” At that Winter’s composition changed, for a split second she looked guilty. Guilty and sad over a lie. Penny sealed her lips tight and looked down at her hands. She wasn’t lying but her Aura still flared across her system. “I’m editing old security photos and videos too hide a very obscure Penny in it. So it doesn’t look like she just magically appeared out of nowhere.” The hacker finished, looking at Winter. There was a shift between them… Xan’s voice barely audiable to Penny’s sensitive eqiupment, “We don’t want a repeat of last time…”"  

The Specialist hummed, eyes glaring in Xanthic’s direction but not really focused on her until whatever thought left Winter’s mind, “Very well. I’ll inform General Ironwood.”  

“Unnecessary but it’s your energy to waste,” Xanthic said waving her hand. She sat back down in front of her temporary workstation and went back to writing lines of codes.  

“Waste of…” Winter paused, practically growling under her breath. No sound came out but with her facial expression, Penny practically heard it. “And what would be an optimal use of my energy?”  

Xanthic pointedly looked at the near empty fridge. Dr. Pietro’s facility was locked down durng P.E.N.N.Y’s finalization process. There was no reason to stock so much food in the recreational kitchen.  

“I am not doing your grocery shopping!”  

“I’m under house arrest!” Xanthic threw up her arms. Around both wrist was a bracelet with gravity and lighting Dust built in. Once activated it would pin her arms together or send a volt of electricity. Ideally non-lethal. "And I’m gonna be here for at least three days."  

“I’m sure the General wouldn’t mind if we accompany you.” Penny said quietly. The two barely stopped from yelling at each other and looked at her. “The Ace-Ops rudely escorted you here from you’re home. I didn’t see any bags either… so…” Luckily Xanthic was dressed for the day… still dressed from the previous day. Under Xanthic’s unblinking cybernetic eyes Penny’s confidence waned.  

Winter took a deep breath, a finger on her temple. Penny stared, wishing she would unclenched her jaw instead. “Was it Herriet and Elm? Those two are quick and rash.”  

“Herriet and Vine, actually.” Penny said.  

“Figures. Vine has always been to the letter,” The Specialist started to walk down into the living room, “I’ll contact General Ironwood and request your cuffs be synced with my Scroll.”  

“Oh how kind! Ms. Schnee and her girlfriend taking me out for a walk. May I have a treat Mistress?” The hacker asked, her monotone voice alive with sarcasm. She even struck a pose along with batting long eyelashes. Perhaps it would be more effective if her makeup wasn’t so intimidating.  

Winter scowled and the two Atlas elites stared at each other for a minute. The silent challenged ended in a draw, they broth broke eye contact with Winter taking a seat and closing her Scroll. Within a few minutes Xanthic had finished her ice cream and checked the fridge again. With a some excessive force, Xanthic shut the fridge and continued working. Penny watched her hit the backspace more than she should.  

“Alright!” Xanthic yelled, ten minutes later. “I’ll play… nicer than usual.”  

Winter looked too dignified and controlled to smirk but the air around her was far too smug. Maybe it was the lack of reaction that held superiority? Whatever it was it annoyed Xanthic and puzzled Penny.  

The call only took a few minutes. Winter returned to the kitchen and held her Scroll to the gravity cuffs around the hacker’s wrist. It beeped twice, the cuffs flashing green. Outside an unmarked car pulled up. Once Winter opened the door Xanthic’s attitude resurfaced.  

“Are you fucking serious?” She asked staring at the front seat. Their transport was being driven by an AK-200. “I’d like to live.”  

“I’ll drive if you’ll shut up,” It seemed the Specialist was nearing her limit.  

“Again, I’d like to live.”  

“They aren’t that bad,” Penny reasoned softly. She physically stepped between them, even if they could clearly see above her head. That chip of insecurity wedged into her a little. Winter’s patient gaze gave her the strength to continue with a straight spin and even voice, “Safe driving is within their capabilities.”  

“Hm… fine,” Xanthic huffed crossing her arms. “I suppose three VIPs dying will finally help people realize these things are horrible.” Winter quickly got into the car, hiding her face but the door slammed with enough force to shake their transport. Xanthic sneered, a small victory. It would take more than a simple crash to harm a huntress… but her future teammate was a civilian.  

“How terrifying is it to live without a protective Aura?” Penny asked following Xanthic in. This time Xanthic glared at her while Winter sneered. Penny merely tilted her head in confusion, staring at the hacker for an answer.  

“You and fucking Glade,” Xanthic muttered. She looked out the window and the car was relatively silent as Penny tried to figure out how she insulted her future teammate.  

Their first stop was Xanthic’s house. It was big enough for a family and gated, Penny could see some trees growing in the backyard and a garden being tended too by a robot and two Ace-Op members. Before the gate could close behind them, Xanthic swung the door open and jumped out of the slow moving vehicle. Winter was quickly to follow so Penny felt compelled to do the same, even if her steps weren’t a confident march like Winter.  

“Welcome back, Lady Xanthic.” The robot gardener greeted with a bow. “May we prepare a meal for you and your guest?” Xanthic ignored it, pointing a finger at Clover then Marrow. Rude, Penny frowned looking at the robot. It didn’t seem to mind…  

“What the fuck are you two doing here?”  

“I could ask you the same question,” Clover said. His eyes gently swept to Winter and momentarily lingered on Penny. She ducked her head, eyes on the ground and stepping behind her Specialist. “But knowing Schnee, it’s classified.” He smiled but it wasn’t directed at Winter. Her professional mask didn’t recuperate any friendliness but the lack of a negative response was approval, in a way.  

“We’re ensuring you don’t escape a previously hacked into facility, pack your things, and run off,” Marrow answered. By Xanthic’s scowl and huff at a proper answer, the question must have been rhetorical. Penny was realizing most of her questions weren’t actually questions. Marrow plucked an apple from the robot gardener’s basket and took a bite. He hummed at the taste. “Oh and wonderful place! Very hermit and simple.”  

“The singular word would be self-sustaining,” Xanthic growled arms crossed. She finally looked at her butler. It was a different model than the one Penny first saw, smooth and curved, the design and cut in the chassis flowing almost gentlly. “Pack all the leftovers and anything you can prepare in 10 minutes. Not staying long.”  

“Understood, Lady Xanthic.” The gardenerbot bowed a little, then knelt back down and resume working on the garden. Through the window Penny saw two more robots walk into the kitchen. The robot did use we when addressing Xanthic, the robot’s AI must share a network, a hivemind. One of the butlers was definitely the model Penny saw driving the night they first met. Sharp edges, thick layered metal plates, intimidating faceplate, a bodyguard?  

Marrow whistled, “Impressive. For a criminal.”  

“Standard. For a genius.” Xanthic scoffed walking to the front door. She pressed her Scroll to the lock and it slide open. When Marrow moved to follow Clover stopped him.  

“You heard the bots, we can enter the yard but not the house. Until we have a warrant, they are authorized to open fire under the Home Defense Clause.”  

Xanthic chuckled softly, “Good Bobs.”  

“Thank you, Lady Xanthic.” Her butler chirped. Penny frowned staring at it before following Winter. The synthetic voice was flat, could almost past as human if Xanthic wanted it too.  

“Man… how does manage to show us up on her day off?” Marrow mumbled walking to Clover. “And the girl?”  

“Classified,” Winter called over her shoulder. Marrow yelped, a little surprised his loud voice carried that far.  

The first thing Penny’s sensors detected was an increase of temperature. Once she entered Xanthic’s home she understood why. Servers and machines lined the walls, countless of physical monitors mounted onto a surface and displaying news channels across the world. Others had lines of code or blueprints, one monitor occasionally flashed red and ‘Simulation Error. Project: BILLY unable to sync’.  

Xanthic stared at it but glanced at Winter. The Specialist glanced around the room for any weapon, then trained her eyes on the hacker. Xanthic grumbled, walking into the kitchen and sitting at the table. Like Aro’s home there was small electrical components and tools, but only one.  

A broken robot that looked like a ram laid on the table, small enough to fit in a pocket.  

Penny sat down and slowly reached for it. “May I?”  

“I can’t exactly stop you.” Xanthic barked. Penny flinched and recoiled. Xanthic sighed, “Right, I’m suppose to play nice… Yeah go ahead.” Slowly Penny scooped up the broken bits of metal and wire. Cradling it. “It was meant to be a monitoring bot.”  

“You mean spy?”  

“I mean as in a kid’s pet. The current cybernetic pets haven’t been changed in half a decade. It’s boring.”  

“… But a goat?” Winter asked with a raised brow.  

Xan smirked, “Greatest Of All Time.” This time Winter did let out a visible display of distain, along with… some surprise? Penny giggled at the light flush across her face.  

She politely decline the food the serverbots offered. Winter accepted a smaller portion while Xanthic scarfed it down. They continued their neutral banter for a few minute, talking about mundane robots walking around Atlas. Penny tried to focus all her processing power into examining the broken robot, but she kept focusing in on Winter’s voice.  

They were objects, they were supposed to be weapons. Xanthic scoffed and argued, they were flexible tools, with familial potential. The two agreed that robots were things but not on the functions. Penny’s function was to protect, she was a weapon. She was her father’s daughter, family… Her Aura stirred throughout her systems, sinking and sinking like it was trying to unplug her power unit.  

In her palm was a pet… “May I have this?” Penny asked.  

Xanthic looked at her through the glass of her cup and finished inhaling her water. “Sure. I doubt I’ll be able to work on any of my personal stuff now.” She held up her wrist, cuffs shining in the sun.  

The hacker spent the remainder of the 10 minutes packing some clothes and books. Winter looked through both, packing it even neater than Xanthic originally had it.  

The trip for groceries was short and uneventful now that Xanthic was cooperating. Penny almost missed her antagonism. It was entertaining, Penny found herself fiddling with the broken bot, thoughts drifting. The future members of APCX were quiet. Winter had her usual professionalism on but every so often worry would break though when she looked at Penny.  

Robots were tools, not meant to function outside their purpose. According to General Ironwood, she was a protector. According to her father-  

“I lied.” Xanthic said suddenly. Her volume was neutral but after a car ride with soft music it was an abrupt cut in Penny’s thoughts.  

“Surprising.” Winter sneered. It wasn’t as hostile as it was earlier but not as playful as with May or Aro.  

“Me and Glade have… history. That was supposed to be a gift.”  

“Really?” Penny asked. Winter held her Scroll to the facility’s front door and escorted the two VIP’s back to the recreation quarters. “I checked Aro’s files. There was some inconsistences during her internship with my father.”  

“I’ll have to fix that later then.” They were in the same environment nearly five years ago. That was enough confirmation for Penny. She helped Winter put away the food and memorized what they bought. Penny doesn’t eat, Winter isn’t a frequent visitor- though Penny hope that is going to change, so everything is Xanthic’s. She noted a surprising amount of sweets, either mint chocolate or some kind of strawberry flavor. She favored salt and vinegar snacks. The meals her butlerbots packaged was well balanced, most things fresh from her gardens.  

Winter synced the hacker’s cuffs back to the recreational area. Penny pulled the remains of the robot from her pocket… and stared at it. If weapon can’t be intimate with people, what does her time at the Military Event classify as?  

“Penny?” She heard Winter’s whisper shortly before registering a light pressure on her shoulder. She almost jumped. Her Aura ramped her system, nearly triggering a fight response. With concentration Penny was able to calmly look up at the Specialist. “Are you alright? Did the crowds at the store bother you?”  

“No…” It was her and the hacker that troubled Penny. “I’m-” fine. The words stopped in her synthetic vocals. She could feel her Aura swirl in her chest at the lie. “Just thinking. I’m going to gather some tools and materials for this little…”  

“Billy. I’ll send you the software after you fix it.” Xanthic said.  

Penny quickly excited the room, Winter’s hand just hovering there for a few seconds before Penny turned the corner and lost visual of both of them. Weapons can’t be friends. Penny shrank in, hands squeezing tighter and tighter. She ignored the warnings and only focused on the wires tightening in her chest.  

Then the squeezing gave way.  

Six days since her last artificial skin tear, rest to zero.  

Her room was simple, very similar to the workshop back in Atlas Academy. No bed, only an examination table with mechanical arms for maintenance. The drawers were full of tools, parts, or accessories. Things that was on the workbench for weapons. People did not wear artificial skin. The tear was easy to repair, thin layer of sillicone and wires around her index finger was torn clean off.  

A light knock on her door made Penny jump. Xanthic would be stuck in the recreational area, trying to leave would meant a painful shock. Winter… she was Ironwood’s second-in-command, she may have access to most of the facility but-  

Another knock.  

“Y- Yes?” She called out. To her surprised and relief her father opened the door. “You… knocked?”  

“Winter fetched me, told me that you seemed upset,” Dr. Pietro said. His chair slowly walked forward, as if ready to turn on a moment’s notice. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted privacy or not.”  

“Ms. Xanthic is restricted to the living quarters of this facility. Winter would be authorized entrance if allowed here,” Penny said. Pricacy was a human concept. She wasn’t… “My privacy is unnecessary.”  

“That does’t mean you can’t want it,” Dr. Pietro said gently. He looked at Penny’s hands and took a breath. Concern, worry, love. Emotions meant for people. It was easy to read these emotions from her father, yet somehow tiring.  

She was tired of seeing him worry.  

“I’m sorry,” Penny mumbled.  

“Maybe this entire Vytal Festival is a bad idea…” For once, Dr. Pietro’s voice was stern. It wasn’t hard like how the General’s could get but it was so odd hearing him frustrated.  

“No!” Penny yelled. She gasped at her own volume. Dr. Pietro jumped in surprised but he didn’t look mad. In fact he nodded and encouraged Penny to continue. “I want to fight! I want to see Vale.” And after the stories Aro told them during the Military Show, Penny wanted to see Minangire. May told stories about the mountains in Minstral and Winter balked at the heat in Vacuo. She wanted to see the world. Her simulations programs were the most accurate ones developed but nothing compared her own experience.  

Her father looked concern again and Penny made a noise. It was a reflex she hadn’t perform before, that hum of frustration May did so much. Her father looked shocked but smiled and laugh.  

“I’ve never seen you pout before. My, my, one day and you’ve learn so much already,” He said patting Penny’s hand. “And that’s really the General decision to make. And I doubt he’s changing his mind.”  

Penny let him repair the tear in the artificial skin. She made sure to watch, wanting to cherish the moment just as the others cherished their visits to other kingdoms. A moment that was truly hers and not programed into her. A special gel will act as a conduit for the wires and adhesive for the silicone. His hands went to work soothing everything back in place, encouraging the material to bound in a way that wouldn’t leave a mark.  

“I will always worry, my dear,” Dr. Pietro said. “I know you are fully capable of taking care of yourself, but it’s just what fathers do.” The word stirred in Penny’s processors, she hoped it would stick. After all, weapons didn’t have fathers.  

“Then… what do daughters do?”  

Whatever Dr. Pietro had to say wasn’t fully vocalized. Instead the smile dropped for a moment and he sighed. “That depends on the girl,” Dr. Pietro said, “Specialist Schnee chose to leave her family… Family company to protect others.”  

“And… Ms. Xanthic?”  

Dr. Pietro raised a brow, “I think it’d be best if you asked her yourself.”  

Penny flinched at the thought. There was a 2% chance of a pleasant conversation. 95% chance Xanthic would yell at her. Penny left the remaining 3% as open-to-human-nature.  

“I… suppose,” She grumbled. There was a 100% chance of avoiding confrontation with Xanthic if she did not ask.  

Primary Function: Protector Daughter

[fleeting-sanity]

OC Talk #8

Force Powers List. 

Just to compile so I can check back and perhaps incorporate it in writing or art. In order from most proficient to weakest mastery. Leaving out Telekinesis as everyone has it. List is long! Might also update occassionally. Maybe.

Riornivo

Tutaminis / Barrier / Planetary Deflection.

Can catch lightsaber blades with his bare hand, deflects blaster bolts, absorbs Force Lightning, and the most advanced form is creating a shield which can deflect planetary bombardments, although it may cost his life. 

Healing / Revitalization / Resurrection.

What he loves and practiced the most. Advanced mastery enables him to completely resurrect a deceased person, which is also costly–puts him in a few days of coma or even death. He’d completely restore the body first, then concentrate in transferring the deceased’s Spirit back to their bodies. Doesn’t work with exploded ones.

Stasis Field.

Stops movement of every being in a wide range, and not as costly to use. 

Force Enlightenment. 

Absorbs knowledge pretty fast during his Jedi training, as he loves learning as much as healing. Not so much with combat techniques though. Sometimes can learn how by observing or experiencing the Force power by someone else in real time.

Force Empathy / Precognition / Vision.

Reads minds although he dislikes using it, able to see someone’s future hazily by interacting with them, and on a wider scale, events that will happen across the galaxy by meditating. 

Time Manipulation.

Basically the highest form of Force Slow. He stops time instead of increasing his own speed by the Force. He moves normally, but his surrounding slows to a standstill. Something he sneakily mastered from Valkorion. 

Mind Control.

Fully taking over someone’s mind, and unethical according to him. Only used it once on a Sith Lord out of desperation. Basic Mind Trick included. Also learned how to access and erase someone’s memories from his Stepfather.

Levitation.

If done purely by the Force, it’s still quite intermediate level. Since he obtained Brontes’ Architect Wings, he flies mostly using those tenta–wings. Very rarely so, as he wanted to keep the Wings a secret.

Mental Shield.

Basic mental block taught in the Academy when he was a Padawan. However, powerful Force Users can break through this and read his mind. On the more literal side, after the Patricide he strengthened his mental shield so much that it’s difficult to tempt, corrupt, or break him.

Force Cloak / Stealth.

Standard vanishing out of thin air. Can also shroud his presence and Force energy from others Kreia-style. Most used to avoid fights.

Sever Force.

Cuts other Force user’s connection to the Force. He learned it in the Academy, though it’s never used before.

Psychometry.

Witcher Geralt-style tracking skill. Common amongst Force users. 

Fold Space.

Can only teleport him and objects to nearby planets, he hasn’t quite mastered this one yet. When Cloak fails, he uses it.

Force Light.

One he wishes he truly perfected. He kept trying to use it on Sith and darksiders, although the success rate is pretty low. As long as he can decrease some darkside corruption, he’s content with it.

Force Crush.

He only used it on out of pure hatred after his Father forced him to the darkside. When it seems like Father’s dying, he healed him back and crushed him, repeating the torture until he’s satisfied. Scarred him for life.

Electric Judgement.

Weaker than Sith Lightning. Only used other than various forms of Telekinesis to incapacitate his aggressors.

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Rionnic

Force Scream.

He’s stoic and untalkative. So don’t make him Scream™ at you. Will irrepairably rupture your hearing. Also comes in different flavours–is it gonna be heavy metal, classical opera, or just straight up belting?

Force Speed.

Ataru Form movesets marries well with Speed, he mostly uses it on lightsaber swings and acrobatic evasions. Using an even faster version trained his body to withstand physical blows and inertia, paired with Force Body.

Force Choke.

Chokes the whole room. Hard to resist. Kinda used it a little too often on his twin brother during their earlier years after meeting each other.

Force Weapon.

Imbues wooden stick or other non-lightsaber objects with the Force so it could withstand blows from lightsabers and be used as a weapon. 

Shatterpoint.

Detects weak points and reads fighting styles of his opponents. Will exploit this to gain upper hand in combat.

Force Body.

Trained since he was an Acolyte. As most Sith, he got back up on his feet from hatred and rage. His body had endured so much physical torture during his days in the Academy.

Force Insanity.

Rarely uses it but won’t hesitate to break his subordinate’s minds with it. Learned through his sheer depression and trauma, not through conventional practice or learning.

Force Lightning.

Standard Sith Lightning. Also rarely used, as he’s more of a lightsaber expert. It’s mostly utilized as enchancement to his punches and kicks.

Force Stealth.

Learned from his twin brother. Useful for slipping out of crowds for a figure such as him.

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Aryuni

Precognition.

Senses danger precisely on who will it entail and what will happen from years to weeks before it happened. Gives her anxiety.

Affect Minds.

An aura of strange compliance emanated from her. It’s difficult to say no to her–which is quite dangerous, but she doesn’t realize she has this power. Her bubbly and humorous attitude reinforces it. She just thought people are inherently good.

Force Insanity.

She’s skilled in mind games, eventually, and naturally learning how to break people’s minds. It’s especially potent, as Force Healers have difficulty cleansing the corruption. Fueled by the bullying people hurled at her.

Force Empathy.

Good at sensing mood changes, but she’d attribute this to natural ability. Genuinely cares for those in service to her though.

Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat.

Can sometimes disarm people’s weapons from their hands. If she spots weapons lying around whether from defeated opponents, situational, or a result of disarming, she can telekinetically operate those weapons. 

Mental Shield.

If you peek inside her mind, it’s filled with memes. Endless memes.

Force Bellow.

Senya used this during their performance together at the Alliance cantina. She later taught Ary this technique for her singing performances.

Dun Möch.

Shrouds her true nature from uninformed enemies, acting defenseless to get them to strike first. With other opponents, she would try to out-logic or reason with if it’s something that could be resolved by a simple talk. 

Force Slow.

During her younger years this was still quite weak and difficult to control. As she got older she could slow her surrounding quite significantly, even halting blaster shots if she’s fast enough in anticipating it. 

Force Rage.

Found in the Mama Bear package. If she witnessed her children getting seriously injured, be ready for a violent scene… which is not pretty to look at.

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Avery

Center of Being.

If given time to fix her stance before a challenge or a duel, she will hold Senya’s Saberpike like how it’s posed with Senya’s Holostatue, preparing herself. A calm and focused Avery is a very formidable opponent.

Ionize.

Having Skytroopers every time everywhere with her, it’s important for her to disable them and other droids as she pleases. Learned this power from her twin sister, enchanced by her natural knack at machinations.

Cryokinesis.

She didn’t get the nickname Ice Queen just for her demeanor. She could drain heat from other living beings fairly quick, and there’s chilling aura emanating from her that the Knights dressed in heavy armors liked.

Mental Shield.

Basic mental training from Senya and the Knights, and learned a new perspective for it from Rio during her brief time in the Order. It’s important to shield her mind as Empress, the most you’d get from her is a string of mathematical equations. 

Force Bellow.

Learned from her Mother. She’d use it to startle her opponents mid-fight. Instances where it happened are blades lock, her being disarmed, after a feint, and being outmaneuvered. Handy in her Empress speeches.

Force Stealth.

Also to avoid crowds and for espionage. 

Force Lightning.

Golden like her Father’s. Stronger than standard Lightning, she uses it quite often but tries not to do so around her little brother.

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Avelyn

Force Empathy.

Senses mood changes like her Mother. Could also read minds, and she uses it often during diplomatic missions. At first she was reluctant on using it, but after several attempts on Zakuul, she’s not taking any chances.

Plant Surge.

Acts like Alter Environment, but with plants. Not many knew about this power of hers, and she had faint memories of flower crowns when using it. 

Force Lightning.

Quite strong. Could overpower a Sith in lightning clashes. But rarely used it as she thinks it’s a bit too violent and her little brother hates it.

Ionize.

She could destroy droids with ease, but at most just disables them thanks to her altruistic nature. 

Battle Meditation.

Enchances the newly rebuild Eternal Fleet with it, though would only do so when forced to. 

Force Valor.

Boosts others capabilities more than she utilize it for herself. 

Healing.

She’s still quite amateur with healing. Started learning it from Rio after the first coup. Could heal minor wounds and stabilize conditions.

Force Projection.

Projects images of objects and herself, although it only lasts for a brief period of time. Still practicing it whenever she had free time.

Force Choke.

Used when she was defending Zakuul from the first coup. Swore to never do it again, but deep down she knows she wouldn’t resist if push comes to shove.

Mental Shield.

Still quite weak, and she truly wants to improve at this Force attribute for diplomatic missions. If she could read minds easily, it shouldn’t be hard for her to build a mental fortress, no?

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Jurbiend

Force Cloak / Stealth.

Shrouds his Force energy, cloaks his physical presence, and cloaks others around him as well. Even goes as far as muting every noise they might make when moving. 

Force Weapon.

Since he loves to forge and design lightsabers, this comes in the package. Imbues solid objects to act as a shield against lightsaber blows, though it could still break if hit hard enough.

Mental Shield.

Perfected it, if you try to read his mind it’s just blank. White, empty space.

Mind Control.

Reads minds easily, accesses past memories, and all aspects of Mind Trick included. Can erase memories from people’s minds.

Force Speed.

Gets in a bout of speedy duel with his then unknown eldest Stepson. He was actually more nimble and precise than the Sith, but lost due to Rio’s resourcefulness.

Force Projection.

Malgus-style–scratch that it’s Naruto-style bunshin no-jutsu style doubles of himself. Still lost against Sithboi, but won him many battles over his enemies.

Sever Force.

Learned this Force feat after he became a Jedi Master. He intended to use it on his fallen Padawan but was forced to kill her instead.

Psychometry.

Handy in his archeology missions for those artifacts. Gets flashes of the place’s history.

Force Enlightenment.

Absorbs knowledge from datacrons, artifacts, classes, and libraries. Some of it might have contributed a little seed of darkness within him. He always be thirsty for knowledge, like his Stepson.

Alter Environment.

Still on amateur level. He could change the winds and weather a little, cause quakes, alter temperature, but only through concentration or meditation.

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Saxan

Force Drain.

Planetary Grandpa-style life essence drain, performed without rituals. During his younger years nobody except Dad knew about this power of his. Only used once out of rage, but luckily he was incapacitated before it reached far. Absorbing life essence made him stay young, apparently.

Force Destruction.

Majority of his Force powers are of destruction. He only had to close his eyes and he could topple mountains if he wishes so. 

Force Lightning.

Hates when Dad jolts him with a mild spark to get him off his laziness. His version was of a black and golden variant, strongest kind of Lightning there was at that time. Can summon black lightning storms from planets away, though he hates using it.

Force Choke.

Chokes massively, and uses it on his underperforming subordinates. 

Force Rage.

Since both his parents had this power, and Sax being the Inheritance Prince™, inherits it. Like a Sith’s darkside corruption, his eyes could turn red and it will take some time to cleanse the corruption. It’s feasible because he’s so lazy and apathetic he can’t even get angry for long.

Animal Bond.

Being an animal lover, he bonds naturally with animals, even the beastly ones. One of the very few things he cared about are animal lives.

Force Stealth.

Practiced it since he was a kid, but a pretty standard one. Uses it to prank the people of the Palace, but some can see through his invisibility. Utilized in avoiding capture and fangirls too.

Force Speed.

Standard speed. Mostly used to escape people, especially his fangirls. 

Force Vision.

Because he sleeps so much, his dreams are often premonitions of events happening in the future, ranging from tomorrow to thousands of years later. Dislikes when he got these dreams, as most of them are foreboding and nightmarish.

Pyrokinesis.

He dances a little with his Saberpike to summon some conveniently sized meteors. It perplexed him as to why he needed to dance, because he tried it with other methods and it didn’t work. Perhaps he hasn’t mastered this technique yet.

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Vianiel

Force Body.

Her resilience even intimidated the Masters in the Order, she was badly injured more than once in missions but recovered and insisted on going on more missions.

Battlemind.

Coupled with Force Body, she stood back up, sometimes catching the enemy off-guard. During her later years, despite having not battled in a long time, she still fights with agility and precision.

Psychometry.

Used in her archeology missions, tracking emotions left behind and also vague history about the particular place.

Saber Barrier.

She slashes her two lightsabers in an X shape, forming a barrier that lasts around a second. 

Force Persuasion.

Basic persuasion, most used when she does her underworld missions. 

[sablelab]

Covert Operations - Chapter 55

DISCLAIMER: This is a modern AU crossover story with Outlander and La Femme Nikita. LFN and its characters do not belong to me nor do those from Outlander.

SYNOPSIS:  Madame Cheung has been tortured but she is still defiant. Has Madeline met her match?

*N.B. This chapter contains some graphic violence.

My THANKS for reading my work in progress and I appreciate your support of my story in this community of so many talented writers. xox 

Chapters 1 - 54  can be found at …

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  CHAPTER 55(V) Long after the torture twins had finished their handiwork of signature knife slashes gouged below the eyes, Madame Cheung still stoically refused to admit defeat and sat erect in the chair in the White Room staring blankly ahead. She realised that being antagonistic towards her interrogator probably hadn’t helped her cause but if someone was watching her behaviour, then she would give them something to think about. The tactics of the torture two had been undeniable. The pain of their work had been horrendous, and although it was unbearable, she refused to show any weakness whatsoever to her captors. She was used to being the one in charge, the one to give orders to others and now she had been subjected to this indescribable interrogation and torture. Being unable to conquer suffering was not an option. Madame Cheung was no fainthearted damsel in distress and was made of sterner stuff than that. To show capitulation in the face of adversary was to lose face altogether and that was not the triad way. Her training had prepared her for withstanding torture techniques but their methods had nearly beaten her. If not for her digging deep within herself she may well have capitulated much sooner. However, the constant throbbing and excruciating pain threatened to weaken her resolve. How long would they subject her to this torture regime? Could she endure anymore? If they continued in the same vein, she may have to call on all her inner strength to withstand more of the same treatment. Hopefully it would not come to that. But if it did, then she hoped she could be strong. Those two torture technicians had used intolerable pain techniques. They had left their personalised calling card also, and the two slits under the eyes were evidence of their deft handiwork. They had disfigured her porcelain features and desecrated her face. Madame Cheung’s woman’s vanity was sullied. This made her more determined to be as uncooperative as possible to put them off kilter. It bothered her that she would not be a good-looking corpse now, for she categorically knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would breathe her last breath in this place. 

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Jamie and Claire stood outside the White Room watching the target’s display of unflinching stoicism on the TV screen. Madame Cheung’s fearlessness was still very much evident. Most targets had capitulated by now but not her. If anything, she looked more determined than ever to withstand whatever may befall her. Madeline just may have met her match, they thought. “She’s self-controlled,” Claire commented as she turned away from the screen to look at Jamie. “Very.” “And with a high threshold to pain it would seem.” “Aye.” They turned as one when they heard the audible click of women's heels echoing off of the stark walls of the corridor. Madeline had returned to see what progress had been made with the target. Standing next to Jamie and Claire she too observed the captive woman in the White Room. She cast her eyes towards the screen to see Madame Cheung sitting upright in the chair as if waiting for the next round of her inquisition. Madeline knew there would be no holds barred when she re-entered the White Room but little did Madame Cheung know that her fate was already sealed ... more so now because she had been defiant and insolent. Madeline did not like to be bettered on power games and she was certainly not a person to be riled with. Her rebellious behaviour only raised her ire and piqued her determination to break the target’s spirit. Madame Cheung was clearly a very strong-willed woman and this presented a challenge that Madeline was only too well prepared for. By the end of this session, Madame would wish she had never been born. Madeline would do what she had to do to get results. Today would be no different from any other day in Section. She would temper Madame Cheung’s mind acting on her fears and then go for the jugular. An enigmatic smile temporarily bowed her lips. Without looking at either Jamie or Claire, Section One’s second in command purposefully strode to the door of the White Room, opened it and entered.

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Madame Cheung heard Madeline’s footfalls on the floor once again but this time her gait was instantly recognizable. With a determined stride her interrogator made her way to where she sat constrained in the metal chair like a huntress stalking its prey. She’d known it was inevitable that the woman would come back. It made her feel proud that she had not responded as other hostiles had and as she hoped the other triad member had too before meeting their demise. As a woman in the triad she had always had to prove her worthiness against the men. Her powers of dealing with and managing pain were just one of many she had mastered in her martial arts training. Although she felt a shiver of fear race down her spine, Madame Cheung leaned back into her chair and wondered what would occur next. With a plastered smile on her face she waited ... for it was time to pit wit against wit. As she advanced towards the target, Madeline adopted an indifferent look before facing her adversary. She had always had an uncanny ability to anticipate what another would do and sense that person's feelings in order to manipulate the target without remorse. All she had to do was find their Achilles’ heel ... but with Madame Cheung that was proving to be a little difficult. She had already tried to extract information from her by oral persuasion as well as precision torture methods, yet she remained insolent. However, sooner or later she would get what she wanted from her. At any moment now Elizabeth and Henry would be paying another visit to Madame Cheung and this time when they did, she would know it. Madeline had never been defeated in a verbal sparring match or torture tactics and Madame Cheung wasn’t going to be the first. With cold, calculating eyes she greeted her once more. “Ah, Madame... we meet again.” “Go to Hell ... bitch!” Was her acerbic reply. “So are you prepared to give us what we want?” “No!” “My, my ... that is regrettable. You leave me with only one option,” Madeline stated summoning her torture technicians once again. “Ha! ... See if I care!” Entering the White Room once more wheeling a trolley, they brought with them more paraphernalia with which to conduct their job. Madeline smirked and nodded in their direction. They tacitly stood to one side waiting their orders. “Where … is the information we require?” The target refused to answer. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Although Madame Cheung had not responded as usual to Henry and Elizabeth’s signature modus operandi, Sections One’s pre-eminent torture technicians still had many other practices they could use. Madeline often relied on them to apply that extra little persuasive pressure, which the pair was so good at, that was sometimes needed to tip a terrorist over the edge. Given that their first hadn’t taken effect as expected they would certainly make sure that their next one did. Madame Cheung would most definitely “enjoy” their next little interrogation session. Madeline looked towards the two technicians again and they placed their equipment on the table. Stepping forward, Henry walked over to the chair with a contraption in his hand. He strapped the device snugly onto Madame Cheung’s head with deft hands then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Wires crisscrossed the piece of equipment with some that sat on her face near to where the slits marked her face. Madame Cheung felt the cold metal wires like a soothing balm to her throbbing cheeks but she knew that the sensation would not last for long. Meanwhile Elizabeth opened up her briefcase, taking out a monitor box and set it up on the table. She turned the dials on it to high. Looking over the top of her glasses she glanced towards Madeline waiting for instructions to proceed. Amused with their show of gadgetry, Madame Cheung nevertheless felt chills go up and down her spine speculating on what they would do to her next. But it was not what they did but the unemotional way in which Madeline spoke to her that raised her heartbeats. Her tone seemed to indicate that she didn’t really care which way she got the Intel from her as long as she got it. “I'm going to torture you again Madame,” Madeline stated dispassionately. “It’s up to you how much you can bear.” Madame Cheung looked directly at her with a piercingly icy look. She had a will of iron that threats could not waver. “Rest assured, you will suffer if you do not give us the Intel we want,” Madeline continued when she refused to answer. “Very well then ...” Nodding to Elizabeth, Madeline watched as a bolt of electricity zapped through the device causing Madame Cheung to choke back a scream of agonizing pain. The wires on her face sizzled her skin and the pungent smell of burning flesh rose in the room. “Is Sun Yee Lok really worth all this Madame Cheung, or would he do even half as much for you?” Gasping and in pain she replied defiantly, “He owes me nothing.” Madeline nodded again.

Beads of perspiration appeared on her face as another bolt was administered. Trickling down her brow and face, the mixture of water and electricity was volatile. Extreme pain etched Madame Cheung’s face, and her eyes showed the difficulty she had in remaining unaffected. Sweating profusely her head slumped to her chest in agony and on the verge of breaking.

“We can start this procedure right from the top again ... if you would prefer?” Madeline dispassionately stated as if it was of no consequence to her as to how long this technique took.

Nodding to Elizabeth, the technician zapped her again. Two red lights flashed repeatedly on the device attached to Madame Cheung’s head. Once again, she writhed in agony as bolts of electricity coursed through her brain.

“I expect being involved with Sun Yee Lok that you know where he is too.” “You're wasting your time if you think I will tell you anything.” Madeline smiled, “Don't worry, we have plenty of it.” “I will never give up Sun Yee Lok.” “We'll see.” While Madame Cheung was grappling with the reasons for her predicament, Madeline quietly turned to the two technicians standing off side. Gesticulating to Henry with a slight of hand, they nodded in understanding. “Give her another full charge.” “You can go straight to ...” He casually turned the dial up another notch. Administering another bolt, he cut off her words by zapping her for a fourth time. Suddenly Madame Cheung’s body jerked back and her eyes rolled back in her head as excruciating pain coursed through her body. The smell of burning flesh was acrid in the air, as the electricity bolts fried her brain and skin. Her head fell back towards the chair as the pain magnified and intensified in depth. “Are you ready to speak?” Madeline asked devoid of feeling for the suffering being administered. “Never ... I ... will ... never ... Aaaarrrggghhh!!!!....” Madame Cheung jerked and cried out as Henry repeated the process more than once. “.... Enough!” “So ... Are you ready to talk now?” “Y-es,” she uttered submissively in defeat. A wry smile bowed Madeline’s mouth as her victim finally capitulated. “Good.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A little while later the door to the White Room opened and Madeline came to the door and looked over to where the  two operatives were standing. “Claire? Would you like to step inside?” Claire glanced at Jamie with a perplexed look in her eyes but she followed her superior inside the room. The door closed and Madeline handed her a gun. “What's this for?” “The debriefing is over; we have no further use for her.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ James Fraser stood outside the White Room and witnessed the exchange taking place between Madeline and Claire. Deep in thought he closed his eyes knowing what his Claire would do, but when he slowly opened them again to watch the TV screen ... he heard a gunshot ricochet.

Madeline’s office a week later …

 As she scrutinized all the Intel that Section had on the Rising Dragons in her office, Madeline reflected on the success of their past missions. With Madame Cheung’s death, Section One had made great inroads into dismantling the Rising Dragons, but there was still a way to go. Although they had been close this time, they were still no closer to apprehending the leader of the triad, Sun Yee Lok despite the Intel she had given them. In fact, he had not risen at all in the time that Section One had been infiltrating his empire much to their annoyance. The Rising Dragons had taken some hard knocks to its hierarchy and no doubt he was worried about the fragmentation of his once powerful triad. More than likely the deaths of prominent members of the triad had caused him to lay low to regroup, but Section One needed to strike while the iron was hot. Madeline and Operations were determined that they needed to kick it up a notch or two and to try a different tact. Scrolling through the information once more, something interesting appeared that could very well provide another window of opportunity for them. Madeline scanned her monitor further to substantiate the Intel and found what she was looking for ... confirmation. Immediately she paged through to the Perch.

 “Dougal, could you come here please?”

“Why? What’s up?” “There is something I need to discuss with you.” “Very well.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A short while later, Operations reached Madeline's door. He keyed in the entrance code to her office then, when the door opened, he stepped down the stairs. Standing nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets, Dougal greeted Madeline who was working at her desk waiting for him as she had requested.

“Madeline. What's so important?” Deep in thought, she briefly glanced up acknowledging his entrance. “Ah Dougal ...” she said with a slight smile in greeting but did not rise and join him. Turning her attention back to the work on her monitor, Madeline continued to study her screen. Noting her intense concentration, Operations moved to stand behind her. What he saw was a collection of information about the Rising Dragons’ triad on her computer monitor.

“You wanted to show me something?” “I was just going over the Intel Madame Cheung gave us about Sun Yee Lok’s inner circle. We seem to be making inroads.” “Yes ... but not fast enough for my liking.” “These things take time Dougal ... we’re dealing with too many layers.” Operations replied somewhat irritated, “We need to get him.” “I agree but ... We're pushing the envelope too hard. Trying to do too much.” “What are you getting at?” “New Intel has just come to hand. Look!” Observing what Madeline had brought up on her screen he quickly scanned the information. “I suppose you have a plan in mind?” “Yes ... of course.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Claire knew that once Madeline had thoroughly gone over any Intel Madame Cheung had given Section, Jamie and her return to Section One would be short lived. They had been back a week already after their mission to extract her and even though she had completed her deep cover mission, both of them had been refused any downtime and had been ordered to stay close to Section. Claire was loath to admit it but she had missed Section in a perverse kind of way during her deep cover. She had missed her friends Murtagh and Fergus and she had missed her apartment where she could just be herself. However, she had no regrets. If it wasn’t for Jamie’s presence at Madame Cheung’s she didn’t know how she would have handled the scenario that Madeline had profiled for her. Jamie was her lifesaver ... her rock. Without him she would have struggled to come to terms with her profile. “Claire my office.” The sound of Madeline’s directive over the intercom shook Claire from her reflective thoughts; however, she was unable to decipher her mood by the tone of her voice. As usual Madeline had summoned her to her office rather than requested her appearance. Obviously, there was a new mission pending or there was Intel to be acted upon. Perhaps she had been summoned to her office for a briefing about her failure to execute Madame Cheung in the White Room. Madeline had yet to broach that subject; rather her superior had let her dwell on the possible scenarios that had riddled her mind over this last week. Cancellation being one of them. “Okay.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Dread weighed heavy on Claire’s heart as she made her way to Madeline’s office. Each step seemed to bring the weight down harder considering the last conversation between them last week after Madame Cheung’s interrogation. Madeline had called her into the White Room and in her surprise, she had handed her a gun into her reluctant hand. As she’d taken it from her outstretched hand, she had cast a slight glance towards the target Madame Cheung. “I'm not in the habit of killing people in cold blood,” she’d said turning back to look at Madeline. Despite the longevity of the mission she could never bring herself to kill Madame Cheung no matter what the circumstances. Although she abhorred the person that she was and what she did ... she couldn’t bring herself to pull the trigger and end her life. She had noticed Madame Cheung’s attempt to sit upright in the chair ready to face her fate. Looking at her in the chair ... she’d seen a woman who was already half dead. Madeline had really done a job on her. “In this case, you might want to make an exception.” Turning she’d pointed the gun at Madame Cheung but her piercing gaze had looked right through her. Despite her display of bravado, she had only seen the mere shell of the woman who had been her deep cover mission slumped in the chair ... now a broken woman. Madeline’s goad had elicited her next response. “Your psych profile suggests that by killing her, I can best exercise her?” “Yes.” “I don't think so,” she’d replied lowering the gun. Madame Cheung had not even blinked an eye at her. It was as if she was meditating and deep in thought. As she watched her, she knew Madame Cheung had also reconciled the fact that her death was imminent and that her protégé would not be the one to pull the trigger. On the other hand, Madeline wouldn’t hesitate to fire the weapon and she’d known that Section’s strategist would eventually be the one to do it. Her sadistic interrogator would be quick, clean and more importantly unemotionally detached. The sound of Madeline’s voice had brought her back to ground, then she’d spoken once more. “If I do it instead, I think you'll regret it.” There was a polite pause before Madeline continued. “But the choice is yours.” She couldn’t kill Madame Cheung in cold blood and Madeline knew that. Was it a test? If so, she’d failed. Was that the reason she had been summoned to her office? Was she to be placed in abeyance? Claire closed her eyes as the sound of the gunshot reverberated in her head like on that day in the White Room. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When at last she reached the door to Madeline’s office, Claire paused and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. The door slid open and she silently stood on the landing before slowly entering. Noticing that Operations was also present, Claire stood erect and addressed her superiors in the same manner as Jamie always did ... with a blank stare. “You wanted to see me?” “Come in Claire,” Madeline's voice commanded with little emotion. “Sit down.” Claire nodded her head before complying with her orders. Sitting in front of Madeline's desk, she braced herself for what was to come ... Cancellation most probably ... for her refusal to cancel Madame Cheung. Sitting upright, feet lined up in front of her and with her hands folded in her lap, Claire kept alert and on guard. Madeline moved over to her orchids and studied them intently. “Do you know why you're here, Claire?” “No ... not really!” Although she suspected it was her behaviour in the White Room. Turning to face her, Madeline merely smiled wryly as if she had read her mind. “Your passion for life is very strong, Claire. ... It enables you to accomplish things that no one else can. It can also destroy you just as easily as Madame Cheung would have you, if given half the chance.” Hearing what Madeline was saying, Claire refused to comment on it, but nodded her head in acknowledgement of her message. “No ... on the contrary, Operations and I want to congratulate you on your deep cover mission.” “Thank you.” “Yes ... we are both pleased with the result of the mission ... however; there are still a few loose ends that need to be tied up in Hong Kong.” Operations added. Madeline paused to read Claire's reaction before she continued ... “We’re sending you back to the Hong Kong Water Police,” she announced matter-of-factly. Claire’s blue eyes revealed nothing at all. It seemed Jamie had taught her well. “I see.” “You’ll go back to Superintendent Zheng. Stay in your police cover. We'll be using you again soon.” “To do what?” “We're proceeding.” “What about Jamie? ... He was working with me after all? Won’t it be suspicious if he doesn’t return with me too?” “No.” “Is that all?” Claire asked realising that their conversation was concluded. "For now ... you may go. Fergus is prepping your mission. You’ll leave tonight.” Claire kept her gaze impassive, turned on her heels, and left the room and her leaders behind her.

 *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ to be continued

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GAMBIT IS OFFICIALLY READY TO JOIN THE ACADEMY!

› SUN ZUNXIAN › 24 YEARS OLD › ELECTROMAGNETISM MANIPULATION › 1 YEAR IN THE ACADEMY

POWER

The ability to harness electromagnetic energy, the subject can manifest and shape the very source of electromagnetism. Unable to manipulate gravity, however, electromagnetic energy comprises of light, magnetism, electricity, and radiation as a compound with electromagnetic properties.

STRENGTHS

Electrical Telekinesis: the ability to alter matter in forms of applying electricity and/or electromagnetism.

Electromagnetic Attacks: the ability to exert and/or project electromagnetic energy in differentiating shapes, intensities, and forms.

Electromagnetism Generation: the ability to create raw electromagnetic force, incorporating magnetic fields and electricity.

WEAKNESSES

01. The user is ultimately weak upon an opponent with anti-electromagnetic related abilities.

02. Distance, mass, volume, precision, shape, and size depend on the likelihood of knowledge, skill, and strength of one’s natural capabilities.

03. Upon being exposed to heat (when manipulating electromagnetic radiation), the mutant is not “immune” to the energy if absorbed into the skin, etc. He is openly endangering himself regarding his health: eye-related complications and/or injuries caused by heat and its radiation. May suffer from skin related complications or wherever exposed if the power has failed to be applied carefully.

04. All attacks/abilities involving electricity cannot be rendered against water-based powers. Mental stability is highly looked upon when putting various abilities to use.

05. The mutant may weaken with lacking energy, whether during the performance in which the ability has been activated or as the conclusion of an aftermath.

06. Allowing other distractions to interfere with the process of manifesting energy/the ability itself has a possibility of inflicting oneself, property, or others. May include inflicting unintentional wounds on oneself. May also include cases of which electromagnetic energy/power emit in times of mental/emotional distress, trauma, etc.

07. Self-imposed exhaustion/drain (including dehydration, overheating of one’s body, sporadic blindness, etc) can result from consequences such as using too much energy over time or all at once.

ORIGINS

ACT ONE

The revolt of beggary.

The world beneath his feet, a tireless metropolis. Its grounds divided. The citizens, powerless. The age of relief, a century of gene-determined protection. An era of science, for that believers of Christ and the power of temples, will soon fall. Yet she prays, and prays, and prays to an invisible entity unseen to the eye.

There is not a soul on the margins of Taichung more hopeful, more faithful than the impoverished. The poor cling to beliefs and depend on thousands of a man’s made up prophecies. Mother is growing frail and old and her prayers are coursing between the thinning walls of what home used to be. As the years’ progress, his trust in God begins to decline.

154.46NT$, case of fresh water. 294.05NT$, one and a half pound of ground beef. 38.69NT$, mixed vegetables.

God is void. Humans are destined for survival. The police begin to talk of a young boy with unkempt eyebrows wanted for thievery. “A mutant?” one would ask, a cigarette between the index and middle finger. “No, not quite,” for he was still of average height, a very young boy he was, dwelling between lost of innocence and ill endurance.

He traded his childhood to feed a family of four and provided a roof over their heads. “Welcome to Taichung,” he’d say. Plastic beads of all colors in transparent threading spilling from his blotched hands, “these are prayer beads from the Tzushan Buddhist temple. Make a wish, pray, and believe in it with all your heart. Your wishes and deepest desires will come true.” Sometimes in English. Maybe in Korean. Or Japanese. Taiwanese Mandarin or Cantonese, again, if he’s lucky. Foreigners flock with wide eyes and swollen pockets, “only for 619.38NT$.” Sometimes they’ll make a purchase, or sway with an alluded excuse, perhaps they don’t have cash. “Are you from Osaka? I know Kansai dialect too.”

Adaptation.

ACT TWO

Tianjin is unusual. With its towering cathedrals cutting the clouds, the city is nestled on the edge of the sea. Father no longer is a printer with his gnarled hands and lowered head, eyes parallel to the floor. His skin is dusted with sunspots during the summer, still, an aging man of strenuous work that only fishermen know.

Tolerably, the days are forgiving. Sun Zunxian betrays the former life of a defrauder and his optimism affords him an interest in pursuing academics. He thinks to himself, how wonderful it’d be if someday, he could create an honest fortune.

The world is almost perfect.

Even if the gene capable people, somewhere in the mainland, are reprimanded for their powers. The world is almost perfect. Even if families were torn from each other in suspicion of mutant activity, the world is almost perfect.

He taps his fingers along the cool, metal desk, separating him from the interrogation officer. He thinks of the fridge at home, plenty of food for mother to prepare.

“Sun Zunxian, I hereby appoint you to four years of mandatory military service in the People’s Liberation Army as the traitor to humankind, the mutant.”

ACT THREE

His jaw was wide, square-shaped almost, the upper row of teeth hung over the undermost set. The eyes were narrow. His ears large, perking from the sides of his angular head, forehead lightly swept with dark spots, the scarring a shape of an asymmetrical circle with edges that frayed, a consequence from the end of a bayonet, just by its looks. The bridge of his nose crooked and bruised, the blood vessels broken beneath the skin, coagulating in hues of murky greys and blues. His sparse, uneven eyebrows arched, unruly, his hands were disfigured, bent out of shape, though there were two tattered strips of skin at his shins, tanned. He was extraordinary in height, his legs large and healthy of muscle. His shoulders were broad, his chest ceased to heave. The possibility that he’d once used to have a physically demanding job– a firefighter, maybe.

Wong Yuanchuan, 27, a construction worker.

The man he had killed.

Sun Zunxian was nineteen when he had committed legalized murder. Justified in protecting his country, the People’s Republic of China. Three years later, a Golden Medallion wrapped around his neck, honored for courage in action against the enemy.

If only he had been human. If only he had convinced himself how blessed were the powerless, that he, too, wouldn’t bear the mutant’s curse.

ACT FOUR

He doesn’t make his return a year after service. A friend in combat speaking of an academy dedicated to those with unexplainable abilities reminisces in his memory.

“Like us, huh?” “Just like us.”

His mother, especially weary, presses her ear against the house phone, “will you be okay? Tianjin is always home for you to come back.”

He stares at the academy’s emblem up top on the front of the building.

He tells his mother how much he loves her and bids farewell.

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congratulations logan, capricorn is now luca yamada with the faceclaim ryan potter ! 

Character Sign: Capricorn

Character name: Luca Yamada Birthday: January 19th Sexuality: Fluid Gender: Cis-Male Moon Sign: Aquarius Faceclaim: Ryan Potter Power:

MATTER ABSORPTION; The user can absorb matter, while removing it from the source, into their body and use it in various ways, gaining some form of advantage, either by enhancing themselves, gaining the drained power, using it as power source etc., either temporarily or permanently.

   Luca’s ability is complete earth based, meaning he can’t absorb matter that isn’t naturally made or largely complied of earth base compotents. Items like clay, stone, metal, sand, and even gemstone can be taken from and used. How it’s used? Think of it like a layer of armor, in some ways, as Luca can absorb the chemical or atomic makeup of a substance—it’s matter—then reincorporate that matter into his own genetic makeup. Basically his skin and to some point his muscles or organs completely shift into the matter he absorbs. Whether that’s taking in a concrete wall creating his arms to be as heavy and dense as stone or absorbing metal railing, to coat his knuckles to be as strong as steel. His ability doesn’t give him abnormal strength, endurance, or durability—but depending on the composition of the matter he takes does change him. Imagine you punching someone’s face and then imagine punch a stone face…the matter is what makes him “stronger” but he’s still human, and has his limitations.

LIMITATIONS; Firstly proximity is needed, via touch. Luca can not mentally or psychically absrob matter. Like the element of earth it is person and physical. Luca’s limitations grows via  science. Magic might be able to bend many rules in the world but never can absolutely break them. The porpotion to which the material Luca is absorbing is equally porpotion to how much he can collectively transform his body. If he absorbs a pebble or a stone the size of a brick, he can only spread that to about the size of his forearm or less… Walls, metal railings, or solid desk leave him more than enough material he let his body manifest into the element he’s absorbing. Secondly, as his powers grow stronger, Luca can have a slight chance of destroying the material he’s syphoning. Taking an objects matter is one thing, but if he takes too much he can destroy the integrity of it. As most stone objects, like rocks or bricks, have chances of disintegrating. So far most walls or metal objects don’t fully break down but might be structially more weak or it way rust. Lastly his limitations are that he’s still human, not inhuman. Luca can still feel the weight of his ability, almost as if he’s lifting weights. He must train himself physically and must work hard to withstand the physical demands of his ability. He might be able to take more hits, be denser or stronger, but that all fades once the matter does too.

SUB POWER, FERROKINESIS; Shape and manipulate metal, a solid material (an element, compound, or alloy) that is typically hard, shiny, and features good electrical and thermal conductivity. Metals are generally malleable—they can be hammered or pressed permanently out of shape without breaking or cracking—as well as fusible (able to be fused or melted) and ductile (able to be drawn out into a thin wire

Since Luca has absorbed large amounts of metals ranging from steel, iron, alluminum, and copper—when his power boost came into effect, his body developed what they know best. Metals. Luca is able to shape or manipulate metals, never create them from thin air. His ability is also weaker than if it was a main gift, as he often can only dismantle, twist, or destroy metal than truly shape it to much. His ability is normally heightened if he has recently absorbed metals or alloys.

LIMITATION; Luca’s limitations are practice and understanding. Chemistry was never Luca’s first choise, so understanding the softness of metals and their strengths and weaknesses have been a learning curve. If he tries to manipulate or form metal too sharply or outside of it’s scientific properties it can shatter or grow weaker than he’d want. As a weaker manipulation, he isn’t able to mess with heavy ammounts or large pieces of metals, much like his brain is too weak to mentally lift such a mass. Emotions can help him push pass that but as of now, he is limited to the largest thig he’s manipulating being a street lamp.

What do they study: Criminology

Biography:

self-con·trol

   You were precision in perfection, a graceful force biding your time. As a child your chaos was order; neatly stacking your toys in the spaces they held, to coloring in the lines—dazzling your parent’s with your “skills”. However those skills or talents they’d dote on you for, felt nothing but natural. You like having a plan, a goal to reap pride and glory from. Your bones were etched with method and reason, your muscles woven with patience that rivaled most your age; truly you aged faster than others. By ten your ballet shoes would be trade for kickboxing ones—as the control that ballet offered grew boring. The older you got, that graceful force churned and brewed needing an outlet that wasn’t just lines and beauty. No, your hands ached with a soreness you indulged in. You were learning to become a soldier of your own pursuits.

re·spon·si·ble

    Time moved on and your maturity produced your most remarkable trait. Your sense of duty. Martial arts only were steps to your goal, learning to protect yourself but a seed of virtue would bloom into protecting others. You, like all sixteen year olds, played your hand against Fate—tempting the laws of the world and breaking what you could, yet you never treaded too far across the line. You had patience for the things that so many around you eagerly wanted. You were a catious driver, a conservative when you partied, and above all else a studious boy. Your parents goals for you were lofty, but you worked towards them. Your dreams would stay on the back burner, as they would speak of being a doctor or becoming a lawyer…you held your tongue. Being dutiful to them meant everything, but you wanted nothing more than to be the opposite. For your heart was that of a lion, big and bold, beating to a rhythm of one thing; to become an officer.

pes·si·mis·tic

   Graduation had came, you walked the stage with your canary colored sash, being first and the best among your peers. However you found a part of you that you never expected. Doubt and fear, a trait you fought hard against with grit and horns. You pushed past a lot; your sexuality, your parents plan for you, physical struggles, test, college acceptances…etc. You should feel the weight you are feeling before you fly off to Durham. You’ve made it, you are pursuing your dreams, you are free from your past—yet with your future open to so much your doubt festers a colder side of you. Judgement and sharp words become your mask you slip on with ease, while your eyes hide a mind that is softer than you know. You never forgot your virtue, to uphold and protect the law and it’s people, yet you forgot how to be yourself. More comfortable to be hardhead than vunerable.

stub·born

   It’s been years and your life was on a track to success; everything you’ve wanted. However Fate is a fickle bitch, and you’ve found yourself butting heads and grinding your teeth for over a year now. Your life has shifted, to a plane or reality that has no control or understanding. That irks you. Your dreams are being put on pause, your finish line was so close but you and eleven others are being hijacked to something else. Part of you wants to run, to fight another day, to return to your life…yet deeper than that, a part of you that wants to serve and to be apart of something bigger keeps you there. Even if you rather not corroborate and feeling like you are being dragged along instead of leading it. You are here, you are now a witch, you are apart of something larger than the law.

Patrouns: Luca’s patronus would be that of a Heron, white with black tipped wings. Herons represent wild determination and inteligence. The grace of these birds are known for their adaptablity and diversity, since they tread between three elements—that of water, earth, and air. They are crafty creatures, fidning new ways to hunt and survive which for me describes Luca. His whole life has been polishing himself to be better, pressure and focus he puts on himself to hopefully be able to withstand it and become a diamond in the end. Not to mention his mother has a traditional Japanese painting that has a Heron in it; which Luca grew up loving and appreciating more and more.

Five interesting facts about your character:

Luca is tri-lingual knowning Japanese, English, and French. Most people find it surprising that he knows French as he’s American and attending a British school but his aunt is from Bordeuax, France—which he visited often as a child.

Luca is trained in martial arts, almost 11 years in Judo and Taekwondo. He doesn’t brag about how good he is, saying he does it to stay in shape and is just a agression reliever but really he is good. At seventeen he was nationally ranked in the top five, and a small ranking around the world. His coach thought he could work into trying out for the Olympics but Luca was more focus on college to do that.

Is secretly an HGTV lover and is a big fan of Property Brothers. He just loves watching people decorate and creating a space, which reflects as his apartment is very true to him and his aestehtic.

Most people are shocked to learn that Luca hates sushi, even most fish. His mother being more dissapointed about that, but still loves other Japanese dishes and is a bigger fan of rolled omlettes than anything. He still fakes liking it when his dates taking him to sushi places, just to be polite.

Luca owns a pet Husky named Opus, that is just 3 years old. The little guy (who isn’t that small anymore) is Luca’s pride and joy. They two are a perfect match between master and friend, as Opus is as loyal and trained as Luca is particular and ridged. He often shows Opus off by letting him perform tricks like getting him a soda or letting him open his bedroom dorm for him.

Character Quote: “Just because you are soft doesn’t mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the color gold.”

WRITING SAMPLE

    Have you ever have déjà vu? That overwhelming feeling of familiarity; well think of that times ten and add a wicked head high to it and you can imagine Luca’s reaction to watching the scene in front of him ‘return’ to normal. His eyes flickered images of predictions, rapidly fliping ontop of one another like a frame by frame photo—like if stop animation had become his state. He watched a women that was about to drop her bag, drop it four different ways, each trailing like a streak of light with how the apples would fall (which was 80% more likely to fall over into the road than not). His brain felt short circuited, shaking his head. Each person or thing, whatever was in movement, spliced into several things…several decisions being produced. Watching birds fly to three different points on a tree, to seeing a car stop infront of an oblivious teen girl to then watching the chances of it hitting her too all in the matter of moments.

   He moved out from the street and into a little vintage shop, hoping to gain clarity and solitude for a moment. His head felt less dizzy after he rubbed his eyes a few times, wondering if he was drugged or not. It wasn’t until the clerk asked him if he needed help, which he swiftly dismissed with a shake of his head and off to a rack to breath. “What the fuck?” he thought, before wondering what had happened. He’d spend several hours after that wondering more and more, but simultaneously worried about why it felt so comfortable too. It didn’t feel like a drug, like a blanket you borrowed from a friend to use—it felt apart of him, like he spend days and weeks making a blanket only to use it intimately.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Favorite colour is probably slate but recently I’ve been digging forest green a ton.

Also more so I’ve missed you all and this RP a ton, and stoked that I have the time now to devote to it than I did last summer. I have my own computer, myown place, and a better work schedule (even if I’m still gonna travel more and camp more)