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" meaning wind tattooed overtop of her lungs.

- Clothing:
Due to her acquired powers, Paige now prefers to wear clothes that allow for movement in case she might be caught in a fight. Yet at the same time she needs to look stylish which is why she carefully chooses her wardrobe. As a top, she likes to wear a long-sleeved t-shirts, and has several ranging from white to black although her white one is her favourite. During cold days she will wear a white hooded sweatshirt overtop of her t-shirt, usually with it zipped up.

Next she wears blue track pants with white stripes down the side, the zipper on the sides zipped up only slightly past her ankle, allow for more movement when kicking and running. Long socks annoy her so she wears grey ankle socks covered by her favourite pair of black 'sketchers' sneakers with white laces.

Paige has one earring in either earlobe, both golden yet not entirely pure gold. Her wedding ring rests on her wedding finger however the first thing she does when getting into a fight is to turn it around so she doesn't smash the crystal.

>Personality:
People have often said that Paige is the direct opposite of Dante, and to an extent, they are right and it is in many ways that they are different. Firstly Paige is sociable; she has many friends and enjoys meeting new people to talk with however she will only try and befriend people if she decides that they are worth it. Paige also has a huge amount of empathy towards others, so much in fact that she often finds herself affected just by being in proximities with others. This empathy allows her to immediately become on the same "wavelength" as others. She also gives off an 'air' of friendliness, many people who come into contact with her find it hard not to like her. Unlike Dante, Paige has many close relationships, and still keeps in contact with their parents as well as high school friends.

For the most of it, Paige appears to be happy, and often keeps up this façade, even when sad to make others around her not feel as bad as her. This is just but an aspect of her selflessness that sets her apart from Dante. Her empathy towards others and selflessness has led to her raising funds for many organisations whilst in school and also aiding others outside of it. She strives to make others around her happy, in a way so that she begins to feel happy; getting a sort of pleasure from helping people. Paige hates to hurt people but when it comes down to the fine line, she is willing to sacrifice herself to protect most importantly the ones she loves but others at the same time. She prefers not to kill anyone who threatens those who she is protecting but will not hesitate if they do not stop.

Paige is the more calculating sibling. She prefers to sit back for several minutes and discuss a plan instead of going headlong into battle in order to prevent extraneous or even the slightest loss of life. She feels personally responsible for the actions she takes and those that she feels she has caused if anything may happen. Her calculating personality shows up in her day to day life as well where she thinks carefully about what she will do next, yet not take so long as to seem slow, making sure that she has most things worked out.

She is a caring person, she especially loves to take care of others, often putting their priorities above her own and in a way she gets a sort of pleasure from helping others. Paige does not mind being in a group or being on her own, either situation doesn't faze her however she would prefer to be in a group. Within a group, she would naturally assume the role of the leader, often displaying traits of a leader; the main being caring for those within her group. Paige feels that they would be safer, secure and ready within a group and in that situation would make sure that no one was left out and that everyone was doing something.

Much like her brother, Paige is aggressive in her battle style yet calculating at the same time. Her aggressiveness comes from a determination to win, which like Dante's, is near unstoppable when she gets into the mindset. She adopts a fighting style that is aggressive, defensive and evasive near simultaneously where she constantly attacks her foe whilst calculating the moves done into finding weak spots, she makes sure that she can evade any attacks her foe gives her (mostly due to her gymnastics) and is constantly watching any defences she may reveal or have.

>History:

Five was the age that Paige's life took a turn for the worst. For the previous five years, Paige had been her parents' favourite and only child, everyday they adored her, and she grew accustomed to the attention and lime light. Then along came Dante, their new child and her younger brother however Dante took most of this attention away from Paige and so she grew to dislike her brother as her attention waned. Over the next several years however, she would gain much of the attention back, mainly due to Dante become more self-sufficient and increasingly more anti-social.

At the age of eleven, Paige was already paving the path for Dante to follow, increasing overshadowing him in her efforts to gain attention and become the apple of her parents' eyes; eventually becoming her parents' 'golden' child. For a moment Paige had a relapse when her parents became split on whether to take Dante to the psychologist, yet still remained their 'golden' child. For many years now she had been doing gymnastics and was pretty flexible, as well as being one of the 'popular' children at school due to her friendly personality.

At thirteen, Paige entered High School, joining the gymnastics team where she quickly became one of the best in the squad. However, later that year her parents broke up, and Paige put the entire fault onto her younger brother, who constantly made life difficult with his anti-social behaviour and teenage rebellion. When her parents split she immediately chose her mother and was disappointed to know that Dante was going with her. Paige lived at her mother's constantly whilst Dante was passed to and fro between both parents; Paige liked this as it meant that she had much of her mother's attention which she craved the most.

Finally at seventeen she was in her final year of High School, already the leader of the gymnastics team and having won many competitions. He had now completely out shadowed her brother as was going on to become an international gymnast. At this time she discovered her power to manipulate the air around her. During a training session, she noticed a constant draft of air that seemed to always be around her. After checking the doors and windows (she was alone by this point) she began looking for anywhere that a draft could be coming from. No matter where she looked, she always felt the draft and then realised, maybe she was doing something to cause it. Experimentally, she focussed on her hands and began accumulating air there. It slowly became visible until she was holding a ball of air as wide as the palm of her hand. Shocked, she stopped concentrating and it dissipated.

Ten years on and Paige's control over her powers far exceeds what she could do before, her control nearing perfection. However much has changed in those ten years, Paige now has a husband and a young two year old daughter. She left her gymnastic five years ago when she was at the peak of her performance to settle down with her husband she married but four years ago. She met him whilst being a secretary at a large company which she moved to America to work in, then quit two years later to become a stay at home mother.

>Superpower: Wind and Air Manipulation

Paige's superpower allows her to manipulate wind and air. In the first instance, she can control, to an extent, the air and wind around her; using it from defensive to aggressive purposes nearly simultaneously. Apart from general control, she can gather wind and air together, focussing it into visible 'balls of wind'. These balls can range from miniscule dots to, at the most she has dared to try, human size which she can then propel at people.

On a defensive note, she can create circular whirlwind-like walls around herself and others which can blow at nearing tornado speed. In a fighting situation, she can use the wind to aid escape, essentially allowing for her to 'fly' except that she is actually being kept in the sky by manipulating the wind.

Paige's other source of wind comes from her pores and lungs. Originally, all the wind she creates comes from her lungs which she can expel out through her mouth but by careful manipulation and sufficient training, she has been able to use her pores as 'ports' to expel the pent up air. Due to this control of her powers, she can hold her breath for ages, creating new air within her lungs and expelling the Carbon Dioxide out through her pores.

> Quote: "I flow like the breeze and hit like a tornado."
> Theme Song: "Lost in Life" by Sirenia

>RP Sample:

Apathy was not the emotion Ivan wanted to convey at this point in time but nonetheless it was one of only several expressions he could use since his transformation. He also didn't particularly want to be around any of these… things, things that were like him in more ways than one. Except Claire whom Ivan shared much in common with. And of course he couldn't forget Sarah, but that was for entirely different reasons altogether. Yet he found himself in the same room much less sitting at the same table as these… things. Out of the corner of his eye he carefully watched Amell who was sitting next to, more like guarding his younger sister. Ivan knew that one step out of line and Amell would come down on him like a ton of bricks so he leaned back in his chair; mulling over the words he was going to use, choosing carefully.

Celia had summoned them all here to this deserted, rundown building to 'talk' but Ivan felt that she had called them all here so that she could check up on them. Ivan despised Celia but knew that one false move and she would not hesitate to send Amell to deal with him and also that out there, there were no others like him; this was only place he could be truly accepted, to a degree. He sipped cautiously at the tea; not that he thought it was poisoned but because of the pure fact that he disliked tea which was all Celia ever gave them. He made sure that he took a decent enough sip as to say: "I'm still with you"; not that he particularly wanted to.

"So… how's everyone?" Celia was the first to break the silence and Ivan smirked on the inside; "I was right!" but Ivan's smirk was short lived as she continued with: "Does anyone have anything to report regarding the human filth? I sent out some scouting units earlier, but have any of you gotten off your butts to look around yourselves?"

"Of course," he thought, "All she wants is to know when she can wipe out the human race, like she actually gives a toss about how we are."

He turned his attention from inwards to what was happening in the room, as Alex began to talk. Ivan decided not to pay attention as he knew exactly what thunder was going to talk about; "Death to the humans, Dolls dominating the world." It was all the others ever talked about and was very, deeply depressing. They themselves had been humans once; "and what I would give to be human again; when life was not a matter of life and death." But Ivan knew that that life went out the window the minute he had turned into a Doll.
He snapped back to reality just in time to hear the end of Alex's speech.

"...yet also their greatest weakness. What does that pathetic motley troupe have on the Marionettes and Dolls in general, if they lose the lure that keeps them safe? All in my opinion, but if we are able to destroy the Pawns, or more beneficial, turn them to our alliance before the final transformation; we shall have the ultimate advantage on those pathetic humans. Nothing will be able to overcome us!"

"Of course, no sentence would go to waste without having to use 'destroy' in it." Ivan thought critically. He noticed Alex's chakram imbedded in the wall only millimetres above Celia's head. It was a bold move but the 'doll dictionary' did get his point across. Ivan watched Alex return to his seat and sheath his claws and take a sip from his tea cup.

"Celia, this is scrumptious, thank you dearly."

"cough, suck up, cough" Ivan thought, frowning at his criticality today; it was very unlike him.

"I second Alex's motion; we should turn the Pawns to our side." Ivan raised his cup in salute and took a swig of the foul liquid, cringing as it slid down his throat. "You're playing a dangerous game, Ivan," he thought to himself, "but it is the best option; the one with the least fatalities in it."

Name: Amy Lee Frye

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Amy is on the tall side of average, at 5' 6". She is very thin, with slender arms and long legs. Her hair is shoulder-length and dark brown, nearly black. Her skin is pale white, and her eyes are dark brown. After the event, her hands, forearms, shoulders, and feet have become much larger.
She liked to wear simple clothes, prefering blue jeans and black shoes. She would wear either brown t-shirts or red sundresses for tops. She now wears knee-length shorts and backless shirts underneath, along with larger size clothes to accomodate her extra body mass. She carries a black motorcycle helmet to protect and cover her face, and heavy steel boots and gloves. These are stored in a backpack she carries with her.

Personality: Amy is a calm, relaxed person who drives for success. She is very protective to the ones she loves, standing up in the face of danger. She sometimes blows her top, having little patience for repetition or failure. She also has a dark side, being very mischievous, and will steal anything that catches her eye.
Open-minded and optimistic, she is always on the move and searching for new answers. This mystery leaves her both shaken and eager. With her thirst for knowledge, she looks forward to an intense life and logging every bit of it. Headstrong, she will seldom give up something she has started.

History: Amy was born and lived most of her life under the care of her uncle. When she was 10 years old, her mother was killed in a car accident, and she was sent to live with her father, who had been previously unaware of her existence. The head of a major supermarket chain, he was an occupied businessman with no time for or interest in a daughter.

Despite her enthusiasm in the reunion, he quickly set ground rules - she would be enrolled in an upper-class school, she would get good grades, and she would not bring shame to his name. In return, he ensured her she would want for nothing. Amy agreed, and became a dedicated student. She acted out in small ways, being late occasionally and going against dress code. She got bolder as she got older, learning how to steal and be stealthy when she entered high school. Ironically, she stole mostly from her father's stores. She stopped stealing out of fear after another student had been caught by store security, beaten, and arrested. After graduating college with a degree is business management, she got a job as a manager at one of her father's stores. She works there full-time as a day manager, and has a part-time job as a custodian at a rival supermarket. While she got this job to annoy her father, he uses it as an opportunity to spy on his rival.

When her powers manifested, she was on vacation on a tropical island. She was swimming underwater when she found an old idol, which she kept with her when she went back to her hotel. That night, her body physically changed. She awoke to see her hands, feet, and back swollen. She panicked, accidentally relasing bursts of fire from small openings that appeared. She accidentally lit her room on fire, but was somehow unharmed by the heat. She unconrollably flew out the window, crash landing in the ocean. After spending a few hours coming to grips with her changes, she learned how to use them.

She first learned how to open her flame ports, then how to close them. After mastering that, she learned how to open particilar ports while leaving others shut. It was a full week before she had the courage to try flying. After another week learning all the technique needed, she decided to head back to town.

After getting new clothes, she bought a new wardrobe, one that concealed her "deformities" better. She returned to the city, trying to stay normal. She explained her new outfit (gloves and large shirts that covered her whole torso) as to cover burn scars. After hearing reports of strange people with strange powers, she decided to secretly perfect her powers. Having recently seen a movie about a hero with powers similar to hers, she hired a blacksmith (over the internet) to create her custom gloves and boots with openings for her flames. She ordered a face-concealing motorcycle helmet to protect her identity and her head.


Superpower: Fire manipulation. She can create jets of fire from "flame ports" located in her palms, the soles of her feet, and her back. These parts are larger than normal, as though they were swollen. The ports appear normal when inert, but the skin pulls back when they are active, releasing bursts of fire. This allows her to fly and use flame jets as weapons. Her new fire affinity also renders her immune to fire and other heat-based effects.

As a side effect, she now goes through strength training to increase her arm and leg strength. She requires more upper-body strength in order to carry things while flying. She works on leg strength so she can jump better, in order to get into the air easier (and prevent the ground from getting so scorched when she shoots fire out of her feet.)

Theme Song: Fire Burning by Sean Kingston

RP Sample: Nine o'clock, and the alarm clock beeps incessantly. An armored hand reaches out to press the snooze button, but the button does nothing. The hand clenches into a fist, slamming down and smashing the hapless clock. "Stupid thing... Now I have to get a new one." Kerri rolls over, her anger waking her up. She rises slowly, sore and stiff from sleeping in her armor. She deliberately steps on the broken clock, again cursing it's exsistence, and kicks it into the corner with the other broken clocks.

She puts on her helmet as she descends the stairs, tripping and landing in a heap at the bottom. She flails angrily for a moment before calming down. "Dear Diary: Today I broke another clock and fell down the stairs. Then I ate breaksfast and punched my brother in the face. It was the best day ever!" She decides to do neither, bypassing the kitchen entirely. She smells food being cooked, but has no intention of dealing with her brother or his odd culinary preferences. Instead she climbs aboard her motorcycle and takes an early morning drive through the canyon.

>Name: Thale Edwards

>Age:21

>Gender:Male

> Appearance -
- Physical: Thale's fairly tall, standing at 5'8", and is medium build. His skin is fairly pale, but that's understandable spending most of his life in the slightly colder areas of the UK. His dark-brown hair is kept fairly short, but it is long enough for his fringe to reach just above his eyebrows, which are the same colour. His eyes are strikingly different, being a pale blue, which is exactly the same colour as the electricity he generates.
- Clothing: Thale doesn't wear particularly interesting clothing, but he tries to look his smartest. During the events of the start of the RPG, he is wearing a pair of frameless glasses, with the arms being a dark grey. He also wears black jeans, and a grey/white shirt (Not a T-shirt, he wears the one with buttons!). He's partial to wearing a tie, but usually on more special occasions.

>Personality: Thale acts a little eccentric at times, and a complete brain-box at others. His upbringing gave him a great head-start at life, leaving him with more intelligence than he really needs. He tends to be uncomfortable in social situations, unless with close friends or family. He has always had a love of tinkering with machinery and (Quite coincidentally) other electrical equipment. He often believes his powers are the main reason he has such an interest in the subject, and is glad of it.

He seems to be act his calmest when fixing, upgrading or occasionally breaking things. He suffers from Myopia, more commonly known as short-sightedness, but this is solved by his glasses, although he is partial to losing them in arkward situations.

Thale has always had a hidden love for Super Hero movies, and the discovery of his new found abilities seem like a dream to him at first. But he's beginning to wonder just how this is all going to work.

>History: Thale was born to Cliff Edwards and Eve Myre into a fairly upper-class family. His father owned a large hotel chain, which gave the young boy all he could ever dream of, and Thale just seemed to go along with it.

Ever since he was born, Thale had shown slight abnormalities which any normal person would be unable to explain. This includes causing electrical equipment to falter, and unusually high IQ. His school-life was much the same, having near constant A*'s throughout. He spent little time conversing with his other school-mates, preferring to work on his own personal projects and inventions, leaving him fairly inept at social endeavours, but he doesn't mind.

He soon moved out to a small apartment near the city centre, and life continued in its normal, if not slightly eccentric, way of being. His father often tried to bait Thale into running the hotel business, but refused on all occasions. Often making his father a little angry with him, unfortunately making his father take out his frustration on his mother, but as expected, things went too far.

Cliff had left his wife hospitalised, and close to the brink of death. He'd managed to cover up most of the assaults with excuses like 'she fell down the stairs' and such, with Thale's mother too scared to speak out. Luckily, Thale did. This led to his father actually trying to kill Thale, and it was then that Thale learnt the true extent of his powers. His father attempted to try and electrocute him, as it was near impossible to accuse him of performing the action. But Thale absorbed the thousands of volts of electricity, sending him into his 'God-mode', and ended up firing the energy he absorbed at anything around him. One noticeable shot, his father.

Surprisingly, Cliff Edwards had survived, just. During the course of the RPG, he is deep in a coma, with no signs of waking up. It has been just a month since the accident, and no-one has suspected Thale for being the cause of sending his father into a coma, and his powers have laid dormant. He often wonders if it really happened.

But what he's going to find out through this RPG, they were far more real than he ever thought.

>Superpower: Thale's 'SuperPower' revolves around electricity. He has the ability to generate electricity by causing the neurons in his brain to over-charge, thus releasing energy in the form of lightning or electricity. His abilities work well with his knowledge of electrical equipment, being able to kick-start vehicles and machinery by shocking them. Due to his 'powers', his body has a natural resistance to electricity.

However, this all puts a huge strain on his energy, which often causes him to black out or even be close to death. To solve the situation, he uses power from the mains electricity to fill his energy supplies, allowing him to use his abilities without harm, until of course the energy absorbed is fully discharged. When he absorbs huge amounts of electricity, he enters his 'GodMode' –as he calls it-, his physical and mental abilities are heightened, but this requires quite a bit of electricity and Thale has a tendency to over-absorb, leaving him unconscious and the city suffering from a black-out.
Thale has a surprisingly high heart rate due to the many volts of electricity running through his veins, but it has no noticeable side-effects.

> Theme Song: Flash Gordon by Queen (And yes, it's completely random. But it works…)

>RP Sample: Workin' on it!

Name:
Christopher Detroit Williams, or, "Sketch", as some call him.
Age:
13 years old
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Christopher is somewhat short at 4'9", or at least for a thirteen year-old. He has brown/blond hair (it changes depending on the sunlight) that is rather long in the front bangs. His fingers are rather long and delicate; they have become such from his constant drawing. Chris also is rather weak, unfortunately.

"Sketch" wears long, camouflage, baggy shorts that go down to his knees. His shirt is also baggy, but not as much. It has a unique and abstract design of swirls, loops and curves that are filled in in-between the lines. He wears shin-high socks and tennis-shoes, along with black-and-white fingerless gloves.
Personality:
Chris is a very social person; he very much enjoys being with others who appreciate him and his interests. When he is alone, he becomes rather depressed, having depended on his friends for so long a time that he has no idea what to do on his own (of course, his friends also depend on him). "Sketch" also tends to have immature tendencies, such as giggling randomly at times.

Christopher's main hobby is definitely drawing, which you can probably tell from his nickname. When he is bored, Sketch simply takes out his trusty notepad and pencil, and creates whatever he feels like at the time. He gets frustrated when he can't think of anything to draw or write about, which often leads to (rather immaturely) pouting.
History:
As a young child, Chris had an average life. When he was ten years old, however, Christopher was sitting under a rather tall tree whilst inking a sketch. Suddenly, an apple fell off of the tree, and a good forty feet down, Chris found himself seeing stars (sound familiar?). After being in the hospital for a week, he was released, completely unaware that such an accident had caused the barrier in his mind to crumble, thus allowing his latent abilities to reveal themselves, but only when he was thirteen did he notice some odd changes about his drawing and thoughts.
Superpower:
Chris' ability is an extremely rare one; he is able to create physical manifestations of anything he thinks of. How he is able to do this: As an adolescent, Christopher had intense IQ scores. Amazed, scientists wondered how that happened. After a while, however, the scores went down to average. The cause was that the unmonitored areas of his brain were where the high activity migrated to. It has since been dormant in the unused section of Chris' brain until now. Christopher expresses this ability mainly through drawing, but is able to use it without a notepad; the notepad simply helps him focus.
Theme Song:
Offenback - Can Can
RP Sample:
It was dark... Too dark. Johnny stared into the blank darkness looming in front of him. Suddenly, the room became bright, revealing the features of said room. The walls were covered in various fungi, with growths hanging from the ceiling. The floor was wet with an unknown substance, and Johnny felt that he'd best be cautious in this room. He looked towards the source of light, a blindingly bright bulb hanging from above. It, too was covered in mold.

>RP Sample: Can I skip this bit? I have written enough for you to get my style. If you want more I can do it tomorrow.

Name: Jade Tyler
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Physical:

Jade is shorter than many of his classmates/friends, at a height of 1.6m. This partly helps to make him seem unnoticed in school. He has black hair and black eyes and always seems to have a fierce/irritated look on his face.

He is thin and doesn't have that much muscles, being quite athletically unfit. He weighs only 45kg. He also looks quite pale, probably from spending a lot of time indoors as compared to outdoors.

The first impression that people seem to get on looking at him is that he is one of those spoilt, bad-tempered rich kids who don't like mixing around which matches his personality.

Clothing:

When not in school, Jade wears either a plain blue or black shirt (those that have collars and buttons) with a plain white tie. The colours were chosen, namely as it does not attract unnecessary attention but still manages to make him look smart.

He wears long black faded jeans that hide the shape/size of his legs and it is too long and therefore folded upwards about 1 inch at the bottom. He wears black sneakers, mostly because it matches his jeans and shirt colour.

On his wrist, he wears a black digital watch. It has the usual functions, stopwatch, timer, alarm clock but Jade doesn't use much of its functions. Even the time shown on it is wrong as Jade only wears it as a decoration/piece of clothing.

Jade usually carries a black slingbag and a laptop bag along with him. Both are black, with no designs on it. His slingbag has two compartments, one at the front and one at the back while his laptop has one compartment for its charger and mouse/other wired components, one for the laptop itself and one for the battery, extra keyboard and other components.

Personality:

Jade has a cold personality, mostly directed towards strangers and friends whom he is not familiar with. He does not care about what happens to other people, as long as what he wants to happen happens. He does not like to be given too much attention and prefers it when others don't notice him and leaves him alone.

Behind that though, Jade is like any ordinary teenager, listening to music on MP3, playing computer games. Just that he doesn't like interacting much with people he doesn't know. Why make new friends when you can just make do with those that you already know?

Jade, however, is slightly better in his studies than his friends and reads slightly more. Also, when he first discovered his superpowers, he decided to hide it to not attract attention but he trained it in secret. He's also slightly lazy. He knows the facts from textbooks and stuff but is too lazy to actually do homework or make use of it.

History:

Jade was born in Singapore. This was because his parents were rich but busy people and Singapore was where most of their business deals were. So, they attained permanent residenship in Singapore and settled down in a private estate in the area.

When Jade was born, his parents were mostly busy and so, did not spend much time with him playing or caring over him. He was mostly looked after by a maid that took care of washing, cooking and the likes. There was also a period when Jade was cheerful and always looked forward to his parents' love and care. However, after being rejected quite a lot of times, with his parents always giving him money and asking him to have fun on his own, he gave up.

This giving up seemed to have an impact on Jade's life, he felt neglected and was struggling with his internal feelings of whether or not he needed love and care. After sometime, Jade became more stable but new darker emotions and thoughts grew. He felt that he was able to survive on his own and needed no friends or family.

What really triggered his powers was probably his parents' deaths in a car accident. At that point, Jade tried to make himself believe that he didn't care about what had happened, although his conscience kept egging him to feel sad. This conflict of emotions caused Jade's powers to expose itself and it destroyed (literally) Jade's room, thrashing and smashing against the walls, tearing apart all of the furniture and posters, clothes and papers.

When Jade had calmed down, he felt that something had opened up in his mind, that being the part of his mind that enables the use of his powers. Also, looking around at the destruction, he felt somehow relieved/happy, which was a weird reaction. He wasn't able to explain to anyone the state of the room but others just assumed that he smashed the things in his room up as he was too sad and needed a way to vent his anger.

When his aunt came to bring him back to America, he saw it as a new start to life. He had also sworn to himself that he would not let his powers rage out of control like that, preferring to hone his powers and figure out the various limitations behind it himself.

Superpower: Psychokinesis.

The way that Jade uses Psychokinesis is different from other ways. It might be similar to some, but this is how I would want Psychokinesis to be used.

The part of Jade's mind that enables Psychokinesis is able to reach out and extend into the surroundings, sort of like reaching out with your hands. In this way, Jade is able to use his mind to move things as just like moving things with a hand. Also, to read others' minds, Jade just has to feel for the target's mind and feel around for a weak spot where he will make use of to break into the person's mind.

In the person's mind, usually the thoughts that he/she is thinking at the moment comes through first, although, with some digging, Jade will be able to see the person's memories. Although, this is not unlimited as it is very easy to get lost inside a person's memories and never be able to go back into his own body. The first time this happened, Jade was lucky as he managed to find his way out by following the trail of the most recent memories. This is what puts Jade off reading other people's minds at the moment. The dangerous part is that at every second, the person is gaining more and more memories as they experience more things so if Jade cannot exit the person's mind faster than the rate that new memories are coming up, he might be trapped in the person's mind forever.

The way his powers are used means that Jade can't just make himself fly. Sort of like how you can't carry yourself with your hands. The only way he can fly is probably using his mind to grab hold of things like walls and lampposts and pull on it, causing a force that causes his body to go towards it. Also, using his "hands", he is able to block attacks as well as launch attacks on enemies by lashing out quickly with his mind, sort of like hitting others' with your hands.

Theme Song:

Byakuya ~True Light~ (Miyamoto Shunichi)
Orochimaru's Theme from Naruto (Don't know the actual title or artist...)

RP Sample: An incident that happened in Jade's school life. Pay attention to the last few paragraphs, those explain how Jade's power is to be used.

A loud cheer erupted. "Fight... Fight... Fight..." it went, signalling the start of a fight between two boys, most likely over a girl or something as trivial as bumping into each other.

Amidst the chaos, Jade shuffled silently down a corridor leading into the locker room. At this point in time, most of the students were in the gym, watching the fight. However, Jade wasn't interested in the fight. It was something he found stupid. A fight! Just over some trivial issue. It was not like the safety of the whole world was even at stake.

Jade entered the combination to his locker and reaching out with his mind, felt the presence of the books that he needed for the next two lessons. He let another part of his mind reach into his bag and feel the edges of the books from the previous lessons.

Taking a quick look around to ensure that he was alone, Jade pulled with his mind. It came easily to him, just as easily as lifting a hand or swallowing a mouthful of food. With that pull, the books moved and swapped places, the books from his bag going into the locker and the books from the locker packing itself into his bag.

Jade smiled, feeling the strange, enjoyable sensation that passed through his body whenever he used his powers. It was one of the few moments when he actually smiled. Closing and locking his locker, Jade walked off to his next lesson.

>Name: Ellie Rose Parker
>Age: 21
>Gender: Female

> Appearance:
- Physical: Ellie is average height, standing at 5'8''. Hailing from Australia, she's a natural blonde, but dyed her hair to a deep shade of brown in a 'rebellious teenager' stage a few years back and never bothered to go back to her original hair color. She usually wears her hair straight, as it is naturally that way. Her skin is tanned after years of outdoor activities (and genetics) with eyes a medium shade of blue. Her build is slightly muscular, and she weighs about 135 pounds. She has a small tattoo on her inner ankle of black wings. She has a piercing in her left nostril, a small silver circle.
- Clothing: Ellie doesn't really have a defined style. She likes dark or neutral colors in an array of different style shirts, depending on the weather or season. Though she will wear other colors, just not as much. Also, on cold days she wears a black leather jacket. For pants, she's very fond of jeans in any color of blue. Her shoe preference is usually a neutral colored boot, varying in style.

>Personality: She was never a quiet girl. Ellie is very opinionated, and stubborn when it comes to getting what she wants. She doesn't like to be alone for long periods of time, and enjoys the company of others, but does need to get away sometimes. And by getting away, she means going for a swim. She's always loved swimming. Or if it was too cold to swim, just being at the beach by herself was enough for her. She's very athletic, enjoying sports of all kinds.

Unfortunately, she is a little arrogant and combined with her opinionated ways, this made her not very likable in throughout grade school, with just a select few friends. She's intelligent, but in ways that didn't matter much in school subjects. Ellie isn't a really happy girl, but she isn't all dark and gloomy, either. So, suffice to say, she's pretty neutral. She's not indecisive, and knows what she wants. She has a number of common fears, such as thunderstorms, spiders, and small spaces.

>History: Ellie was born in Australia to two health-nut parents. She had one older brother, and two younger sisters. At the age of seven, Ellie's father's job forced them to move to Seattle, Washington. Ellie wasn't too happy about this change, but eventually got over it and adjusted to the new lifestyle. Her parents were the type to push their kids to be the best they could be. Ellie was pushed into soccer from fall to spring, and a swim team during the summer, where she found her passion for the water. All the rain in Seattle didn't stop her, going to indoor pools. At the age of thirteen, her father was diagnosed with lung cancer. Unfortunately, three years later, he died. This caused her mother's upbeat personality to transform into the polar opposite. Ellie was sixteen then, and dropped out of high school. Months later, her brother went on to college and what was left of her family moved in with her aunt and uncle due to financial problems. Currently, Ellie is working to get her GED, so she can have some kind of career.

However, the day before her twentieth birthday was the day she discovered her abilities. She was walking home late on a rainy night when a man pulled a knife out on her. Oh, you're kidding. Me? Of all people, me? No, he wasn't kidding. When she refused and cursed herself for refusing self-defense classes, he made a stabbing motion. She dropped her things, putting her hands up in defense, awaiting the pain. But when seconds passed, she lowered her arms, seeing that a thin veil of ice had crept over him. Impossible. She couldn't rationalize it. She picked up her things, and ran her way home.

Thinking she had hallucinated it, or... God, she didn't even know, Ellie went about her life. While she was twenty, and at the park, another strange occurrence happened. She was sitting on the sidewalk, waiting for her uncle to pick her up. She had just been at the gym, and overworked herself. She was too tired to walk home. A loud rumble of thunder came from overhead. She swore, and anxiously wished her uncle was here now. She hated thunderstorms. The tips of her fingers were dipped into a puddle next to her lazily. As another loud bang came, she was stricken with fear. Suddenly, Ellie felt a bitter cold at her fingertips. When she looked down, she saw that the puddle was freezing, going outward from under her fingers. She pulled her hand back, and the ice quickly melted. Out of curiosity, She stretched her palm over the puddle and thought about turning the puddle into ice. It started to freeze under her palm, and when it froze completely, she drew her hand away. The puddle stayed frozen, melting with

>Superpower: Water Manipulation: Ellie can manifest water using the molecules of the air. Her powers, at first, were connected to her emotions. Now, as she realizes that this is more than she can understand, she plays with these powers, gaining control of them. However when Ellie is in distress or fear or another strong, negative emotion, she may not have as much control as she thinks.

Also, when she is near a body of water, Ellie can take water out of there and manipulate it. Of course, she can't manipulate seas and lakes and such-- she's not that strong. She can also freeze the water molecules, resulting in freezing whatever she had encased in water, using her mind or hands. Though if the air was too dry and was not around water, she would not be able to use her power.
> Theme Song: I'll get back to you on that.
>RP Sample: Since I can't link you to anything because I never post, and I'm too lazy to lurk old boards where I RPed, the best I can give you is my first post in parallelzero's RPG. Hope that's okay.

☆Name; Billie Carolina

☆Age; 14

☆Gender; Male

☆ Appearance;
[Physical] Billie is slightly shorter than average for an American, standing at five foot three inches. He's thin, but not particularly scrawny, weighing about one-hundred ten pounds. Due to his constant activity, sports or otherwise, he is quite muscular and well built.
Billie keeps his jet-black hair at medium length. His bangs are side-swept, and almost always hang in his green eyes, covering them. His hair is shorter in the back, barely touching his neck. At the sides, his jagged hair reaches to about his chin. It doesn't shine though.
He has a thin, angular face and a clear complexion. It's pretty characteristic of the Carolina family. What draws much more attention is his sweet, open expression. His innocent face makes him seem older, and more mature rather than younger. Unfortunately, it's been the topic of minor ridicule among the teenagers at his school.
Billie is descended from primarily western Europe, and is rather pale because of this.
He has a plain silver tongue stud and wears two silver earrings in his right ear. You never see him without eye-liner.

[Attire] Billie has an odd fashion sense. He dresses like he couldn't decide whether to dress casually or formally, and decided to pick both.
He wears a plain, white, button-down dress shirt. He added his own personal touch by tearing off the sleeves, exposing his muscular upper arms. With this, he wears a loose, black tie.
To cover the cuts on his wrists, he wears loose-fitting arm warmers. They are bar-striped in black and white, and cover his arms from his elbows to just past his wrists.
Billie wears tight-but-not-too-tight black skinny jeans. They are low-rise and only go up to his hips. With the jeans, Billie wears a white belt that's speckled with stylized black stars of various sizes. Like most of his accessories, the buckle is silver.
To top off his outfit, Billie wears black Converse All-star high tops with zebra striped socks.

☆Personality;
He likes to keep people at a distance. It's not because he's shy, unfriendly, or doesn't enjoy socializing. It's because he refuses to trust people. Billie was never trusting to begin with, and is even less so at present. He's wary of meeting new people, and is pretty awkward having just been introduced.
Billie considers himself an outsider. He always wants to be doing something else. He likes being different and standing out. Breaking the rules, too. It isn't just a phase, though, he'll always be independent.
That, of course, doesn't mean he can't work on a team. For projects, it's easy and productive to collaborate with others. The same holds true with the sports teams he plays on.
Emotionally, Billie's pretty fragile. He's also unpredictable and moody, going from angry to overjoyed and back in a matter of minutes. This is because of his personality disorder, but some people find it hard to get along with bipolar people like him.
If one were to do something as unlikely as earning his respect and trust, they'd find a completely different side of Billie. Underneath all of the teenage angst and grief, there's a talkative, cheery, and fun Billie Carolina.

☆History; James Carolina was loaded. He had money, a loving wife, and a son (soon to be two). Where did his prosperity and wealth come from? A drug empire in America. James was determined to keep his family out of it, and did for the first eleven or so years of his youngest son's life.
Billie was born in a hospital in Detroit. He would grow up in the city's beautiful suburbs living the American dream. His mother died of cancer, just after his second birthday. His older brother, Jack Carolina, was six years old at the time. James mourned his wife's death, but he refused to let his grief over the loss drag him down. He worked even harder for his two boys.
During grade school, Billie and Jack's lives were pretty normal. Billie had friends, fun, and decent grades. All was well until Middle School, when the trouble began.
In sixth grade, Billie's behavior took a turn for the worse. He got detention after detention. His father wasn't sure what the problem was, but it still worried him a great deal. Billie was eleven when he was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder. James was relieved that it wasn't something worse, like the cancer that stole his wife from him.
Billie was approaching twelve when he was kidnapped. Someone found out about Jack Carolina's ill-gotten fortune and wanted a portion of the wealth. The price was ten million US dollars for Billie's safe return. The entire Carolina family was scared out of their wits. Of course, this ended badly. Jack Carolina was killed trying to get his son back. Billie was severely injured, but lived to recover fully from his injuries. The memories of the kidnapping still haunt Billie in the form of nightmares.
The millionaire Carolina brothers were sent to live at a foster home in down town Detroit. There, Billie attended seventh and eighth grade while Jack finished High School. Billie was in the eighth grade when he discovered his powers. He kept them a secret.
During those years, Jack looked after his younger brother. Billie was pretty depressed, and that worried Jack. That was the point where Billie was most unpredictable. What shocked Jack the most was likely the day that his brother came home with a shiny new tongue stud.
Jack is eighteen years of age now, and attending college in Michigan. He keeps in touch with his brother, as he is still worried about him. Billie was adopted by a family out of state when he was thirteen. The family consists of Shannon and Jay Pierce, as well as their sixteen-year-old son Micheal, and six-year-old daughter, Kaylee. Billie spends most of his time at his adoptive father's recording studio, creating and listening to music.

☆Superpower; Animation-
Animation, by definition, is a method of molecular control of objects. The ability allows Billie to bring inanimate objects to life. However, the ability requires a lot of energy on the user's part. The size of the object and distance it is away from Billie impact the amount of energy required to animate it. If it's overused without the proper amount of time to recover, he could be put int a coma or worse.

☆Theme Song; Outsider - Green Day

☆RP Sample; One of the nicest things about living in the city is being able to walk everywhere. All of the essentials are within walking distance. The park, mall, and high school are all within walking distance in the city. Haspop*Records is located in a little store front down town. The building has three stories, all of which are filled with various instruments, people, and equipment. Since it was six in the evening, past closing time, few people occupied the studio. Two, to be exact. One was a dark looking teenager and the other was a cheerful young man in his early twenties.
The teenager stood behind soundproof glass, in an virtually empty, white room. He was playing a black bass guitar. It was one of his favorites- Green Day, of course; from the looks of it, the boy was quite good at it.
When Billie finished playing the guitar piece, the twenty-four year old spoke over the speakers:
"That was fantastic! Jeez, I wish I were that good when I was fourteen."
Billie grinned. Knowing that he couldn't be heard from behind the glass, he mouthed the words, Thank you.
"That's all for today, Billie. It's getting late."
It was Zander again, over the speakers. The manager took off his headset, and began to turn the computers and various other equipment off. Billie set his guitar down and exited the sound-proofed room.
"You'd better be getting home, Mr. Carolina." said Zander, looking up from his computer.
Billie waited a moment, hoping Zander would offer to drive him home. Guess not.
He followed the Haspop* manager out of the studio. Gazing wistfully at the car, he waved Zander good-bye. Walking is such a pain.
His father's recording studio was located in the middle of a bad neighborhood. The crime rate was high, and really, there wasn't much to see other than graffittied cement. Billie walked swiftly along the sidewalk with his head down and his hands in his pockets. Teenagers wandered around the area anyway, so he didn't really attract much attention; he wanted to be left alone. Billie noticed two teenagers following him. He'd only gone three blocks before they were close enough to confront him. Two sixteen year old boys had been following him. Their faces were shadowed by their hoods. A few nasty stereotypes came to Billie's mind as they approached. The boys didn't look like they wanted to be friends.
The taller one in all black spoke, "Could've mistaken you for a lady in those jeans."
The other one who was wearing a red Nike hoodie snorted with laughter and added, "All that eyeliner doesn't help, you know."
Billie rolled his eyes. He liked the eyeliner.
"Piss off." he snarled.
Though he was far too proud to admit it, he was pretty nervous. Both of the teenagers looked like they could beat him to a pulp.
Nike boy shook his head, "I guess he thinks we're just messin' with 'im."
His "partner in crime" grinned. Billie didn't like where this was going. Both boys pulled out knives.
If Billie were a normal kid, he'd be scared out of his wits and helpless. Probably freaking out too, because these kids were about to give him a good beating. Of course, Billie Carolina isn't a normal kid. He jammed his thumb into Nike boy's rib cage. The sixteen year old howled with pain. While the kid was distracted, Billie pried the knife out of his hand. The one wearing all black stepped forward. He was no longer as confident looking as before. Billie took a few steps back, to put some distance between him and the guy holding the knife. The sixteen year old helped Nike boy up, then came charging towards Billie. Then, he stopped dead. Why? Because the knife had sprang to life, and was trying to free itself from his grip. Out of shock, the boy dropped the knife. The blade rolled along the sidewalk and stopped at Billie's feet.
Both the boys stared at the knife, in awe. It was hard to tell who was more surprised, Nike boy or his partner.
"Leave, or I'll make you wish you were dead." Billie snarled.
He could hardly keep a straight face, because he was using movie lines as threats. Clearly, they hadn't seen the same movie. Nike boy nodded and took off in the other direction.
"You're a freak!" yelled the boy in the black hoodie.
One death glare from Billie, and he was gone too. Billie stood there, laughing. He wasn't sure why he was laughing, but it didn't matter. Billie discarded the knives and continued his long walk home, humming a Green Day song.