Name: Thayne Christopher Clark
Alias: Reaper
Age: 19
Height: 5'10"
Weight: Roughly 161 lbs.
Location: Seattle, Washington, United States of America​

Atlantean Tattoo: Thayne's tattoo is one slightly more intricate than most of the Atlanteans. It possesses a inner ring of curved arrows which is seen at the small of his back. Two branches of the arrows slither down each of his arms.

Physical: Thayne's appearance is that of a simple young man, whose body is obviously one that has been taken care of, both in hygiene and physical fitness, all of which added to his skin's slightly tan complexion. His skin however, is easily brought out by his raven black hair and it's messy style. Furthermore, it seems to bring out his facial features most of all, probably due to the close distance between the two. Thayne possesses bright blue eyes, which are sometimes covered by his hair, that seem to emanate just the smallest amount of kindness. He has a pronounced jawline and a distinct nose. Many people tend to say that he is at least a tad bit handsome.

Clothing: Moving on towards his clothing style, Thayne tends wear more monochromatic clothes than most, as he prefers neutral colors over many others. This tends to mean that while he will basically wear anything, he would rather the color be anything close to black, white, or grey. An obvious example being his grey Tee and ordinary black jeans. During the colder months, Thayne will usually have a long-sleeved, trench coat-like jacket and a somewhat large, white scarf. The young man wears normal black and white converse and will likely be found with a black, loose-fitting belt to keep his pants from falling.

Despite the young man's seemingly, distant-looking appearance, Thayne is a person who rejoices in being accepted. He is, to say the least, a very open person despite years of mistrust in and out of his family. He enjoys being the reason of someone's happiness and will often be found listening to other people's problems or telling jokes to help them feel a bit more up. People always seem to look up to him for that kind disposition of his and will always look to him for advice on anything.

Thayne however, somewhat bares this personality as a facade to hide the years of abuse he has dealt with over the years. Underneath it all, he was typically depressed upon recognition. He possesses so many memories of these horrible occurences and always pushes them farther and farther down, hoping to get rid of them that way. It... Obviously doesn't work much. Due to this, he has several phobias, despite managable, that range anywhere from fear of the dark (or to be more precise, what is in the dark) to the fear of the tight spaces. His biggest fear is likely to be his isolophobia.

Because of his few fears, he is often paranoid of what or might could happen.

He often tell himself a simple quote to justify the facade of his. "The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do."

Thayne is always looking for a way to express his feeling and often takes refuge in art or music to do so.
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Thayne Christopher was born in a small, out of the way town in the center of the American Midwest into a family consisting only of his parents. At first glance after his birth, the family seemed to be one of the many "ordinary" and "religious" families that often lived in the midwest, and indeed they were for awhile. He grew up in the decent, though small home of his parents for several years before anything different began to happen. Around the age of five, his father had somehow lost his job. Now this was obviously a bad thing, after all, no job means no money. Many people would merely go out looking for a different job or even getting a new one at the same time as your spouse in order to get back any money lost. Unfortunately, this wasn't the case for Thayne's family.

His father had begun to tap into the family's savings, using the money to fund his fast and newly developed addictions to gambling and drinking. He seemed to disregard anything of his past view of his life. Often, he would come home drunk after a night of worthless gambling and take whatever out on Thayne's mother. The entire time anything like this happened. Thayne's father would mererly throw him into the small hallway closet, locking him in. (hence his fears.) This abuse went on for months before his father turned to him as a punching bag. Thayne suffered.

At the age of seven, Human Services caught wind of the struggles of the household and took Thayne away from his parents, as well as imprisoning his father. To be honest, he ended up never hearing from his mother again either. From this point on, Thayne was put into numerous foster homes. Often, he'd be moved from these places for no apparent reason, though it likely involved his foster parents' lack of care for anything but the money they would be receiving to "spend" on his health. It carried on like this for several years until Thayne was officially put into an orphanage in Seattle at the age of fifteen.

From there, his life grew a little better. He was now making friends and attending high school, somehow receiving high marks despite the lack of reliable schooling he's had in the past. He joined the band and art programs there, learning to draw and play the violin to express himself. He loved it. Whenever he would play or draw, it was as if he was transported to a better place.

Recently, Thayne celebrated his birthday and graduated. He found himself a small, music store to work at where he gained the funds to get an apartment, with a roommate of course, and to support himself. Of course, this new life of his was rather short and it was all because of the Atlanteans.
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Ironically, Thayne possesses the power of umbrakinesis, which is essentially darkness manipulation. To be more precise, Thayne is able to create, manipulate, and shape any form of darkness. He is able to, when his mind is completely focused, manipulate said darkness into a corporeal state. Using this power, Thayne can easily turn the darkness into his own, unique weapon.

This power of his also has many limitations that could likely hinder him if seen at the wrong time. In order to activate the corporeal constructs, Thayne must be completely focused to keep the constructs shape. If he were to lose the focus in the middle of using the construct, the object would merely fall apart and dissolve in the light. Second off, while Thayne can create the darkness himself, he has little capacity for this. To create enough darkness to mold, Thayne must put a large strain on his own body and mind. Often this could result in large amounts of damage to his psyche. Obviously, his power is hindered greatly by his strong fear of the dark.
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Name: Samuel Park
Alias: Iguania
Age: 17
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 69kg
Location: Wimbledon, London, England.
Nationality: Korean-English

Atlantean Tattoo: Located right on the middle of his chest, it's a small circle with three triangular spikes on top and a swirly line with two curves at the bottom. The tattoo in total is two inches in length.

Physical: With an Asian father and a blonde English mother, Sam's features has a strange mixture of Western and Eastern traits which make his appearance certainly unique. His hair feels fairly stringy and is jet-black in colour, just like most Oriental Asians, and he doesn't mess with his hair much; rather he just mostly leaves it the way it is, much to his mother's protests. However his eyes have a soft baby blue pigment to them, whilst being slightly slanted. His lips are thin with a small pout to them, and his cheeks are slender yet soft. His face shape is sort of an inverted triangle, with his chin being unnoticeable and clean shaven. The rest of his body has no distinguishing features to them; Sam isn't the most athletic person in the world, though he isn't fat either. Rather his body is somewhere in the middle - not lacking in muscles but far from looking like someone who lifts weights often. His skin has a tint of yellow to mix with the pale complexion.

Clothing: Sam keeps it simple most of the time, but for whatever reason has a strange obsession with having trendy sneakers. Whether it's the latest release of a Janoski or an exclusive limited edition of a Yeezy, Sam is always checking for news on them, pleading his parents for a pair in exchange for either housework or any other menial job. In terms of other clothing Sam just wears whatever there is on his wardrobe, though does have a preference to beanies. His always seen wearing one, only taking them off in the hottest of weathers.

Personality: Sam used to be very opinionated when he was smaller, always speaking his mind and enjoying doing so. He wasn't particularly rude or anything, but if he saw something he would always express his thoughts on it, bad or good. As he grew older he realised that sharing his opinion on just about anything was making him notorious, and so now his quieter now than before, though he still likes to have his own view on many things. That's why he's always on top of news of any kind, and in a sense is a geek on that way. He's always up-to-date on current affairs, and has excellent awareness of what's going on in the world and around him.

However, even with all of that knowledge and interest, Sam is lazy. Not in the sort of spending days in bed, munching on Doritos and energy drinks while jeering on his Xbox headset; more in terms of social relations and meeting deadlines. Sam has a habit of always 'going with flow', always moving on his own time, not worrying about the consequences. He doesn't try hard on keeping friends, and is always floating with different groups of people. Most of this comes down to him thinking that he himself can't change much in the world, and so it didn't matter what he did in his life; it wouldn't matter much afterwards anyway. He wants to enjoy life rather than make anything out of it because, in the end, it was him who was living it. Making time and helping others was more of a nuisance than a pleasure to him, as his mostly thinking about himself and what's in it for him.

Sam's traits doesn't make him a mean or an evil person. It's not like he likes to hurt other people or anything like that, though he is more blunt than normal standards; he's just quite airheaded when it comes to being social. He doesn't know the uplifting feeling from helping other people and having long-lasting relationships, because he never tries to have these things. His opinionated nature doesn't always make him the favourite person to be around, and his laziness and self-value don't help either.

If you approach Sam he will be polite. If you do try to be friends with him he's not going to oblige. Just don't expect him to put in much effort unless you become someone to him.

History: Born originally in Sheffield, Samuel Park was the first and only child of Park "Jonathan" Ji-hun and Sarah Park. Sam didn't have a privileged life, but nor did he grow up in poverty. His father was an architect while his mother a hair-dresser, which made for a fairly steady life for Sam in his early years. His dad however also was a huge football fan, and constantly arranged Sam to play with the other kids and, when he was old enough, signed him up to the local kids' Sunday league to play for a team. Sam was shorter than most kids back then and not that great at the sport itself too, so the coach would play him at mostly at a full-back position, where he couldn't influence the game at all. As years went by Sam grew more and more resistive to his father's pleas, and in the end Jonathan gave up on his dreams, realising that his son was never going to be a professional football player. Because of this experience Sam has a major distaste of the sport, wishing he never has to kick a round-shaped ball ever again.

High school came shortly afterwards. Sam wasn't popular in high school; nor was he a nerd, a geek, a weirdo, any good at sports, academically brilliant or any other common tags which teens or teachers alike placed. He was, as you call it, an "inbetweener" - not cool enough to be among the "popular kids" but still classed above the "losers". He did have a few friends but not many, and the social scenery constantly changed around him. He did above average in his final exams, but nothing outstanding. Shortly after finishing high school, most of his teachers and peers had already forgotten about his existence.

Right after graduating, Sam's father announced to his family that he was contacted for a job from a well-established firm for his services in London, and that he had found a good-sized property in the town of Wimbledon. After a few weeks all of them agreed to move, seeing the financial benefits and such. Another month later the whole move was complete, and the Parks settled down fairly easily. Sam had a neighbour in the same age as him named Tess, and the two got along pretty well with each other. Up till now they have been friends for a year, which was a record in Sam's books. They both attend the same Sixth Form at a local high school.

When the Atlanteans revealed themselves to the rest of the world Sam was watching the news, and so because of his keen interest on current affairs he was quick to research just about anything on them. After an hour of excitement and confusion on the news, Sam decided to take a shower to think it over and form an opinion. After taking his clothes off though, he finds a strange mark on his chest, and upon finding it out he knew exactly what it meant. He didn't reveal his new identity to anyone instantly, but he plans to tell at least Tess and see what she thinks.

Ability: Lizard Morphology.

Sam's primary ability is that he can climb and stick onto walls, just like most lizards. His body develops special tiny hair-like structures on his skin shortly after gaining this ability, which allow him to attach onto surfaces instantaneously. He can control this ability, only allowing himself to climb sometimes if he needs to. As his ability grows Sam starts to obtain other kinds of lizard-like abilities, such as an elongated tongue, being able to camouflage himself and finally detach his limbs, which would grow back slowly afterwards.

The only downsides to Sam's ability is that he can't climb smooth surfaces such as glass as effectively, and if detatched too many times his limbs might not grow back.


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Ssshhhh…

Sounds of rushing water whistled out the shower; foggy, hot mist dampened just about every surface in the bathroom. In the bath box Sam continued scrubbing his hair and body with shampoo and shower gel, making sure he covered every spot possible. But there was definitely one spot in particular he was focusing on, one part which just wouldn't come off no matter how rough he brushed at. Sam threw away the sponge in desperation, then yanked his hair back with his right hand.

He definitely didn't see this coming.

The clock ticked past five more minutes before Sam got out of the shower. He grabbed a towel from a hook on the back of the bathroom door and instantly started drying himself, his chest especially, as if somehow that would get the mark off.

Obviously it didn't.

Sam put back the towel and twisted his body to the mirror at the medicine cabinet. His chest was glowing puffy red because of his constant abuse, but that was least of Sam's worries. He slowly reached out to touch the mark with his fingers, stepping closer to the mirror in the process.

A black tattoo-like sign was on-top of Sam's rosy chest. The print was clear with no smudges at all, even with all of Sam's efforts to clear it away. As he slowly felt down his tender skin his thoughts were muddled with confusion and fright - what did this mean? Was he… an Atlantean? How the hell did the tattoo get onto his chest? And how would this change his life in any way shape or form?

Bewildered and overwhelmed with questions, Sam grabbed his bathrobe, walked out to his bedroom and quickly flicked through his phone to his contacts. He had to tell someone this, but he restrained himself from telling his family immediately; first of all his parents would freak the hell out from seeing a tattoo of any sorts on their son's skin, and all the Atlantis business wouldn't help his favour with them either. No, there was only one person Sam could contact in a moment like this. Sam tapped on 'Tess' before typing a message towards her.

"Tess, I've… run into a problem. Can we talk soon somewhere in private? It's urgent."​