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Thread: The Gifted (Character Profiles)

-Username JinZah -Name U'vas Staol -Alias he has credentials, and names proper to whenever he is, but among those few who have become aware of him he has been called Le Bel Inconnu, Mr. X, The Mysterious Stranger, and The Forever Man among others. personaly he really doesn't care. -RacePower Time Manipulation -RacePower Details U'vas is human with all the frailties that entails, his powers come from his gauntlet a mini computer about the size of a PDA, temporal beacon, and temporal distortion field generator, all in one device about the size of an old Nintendo Power Glove. as for the effects themselves, he can teleport by simply going back to his own time, then reinserting himself back in the time stream a few milliseconds later in another location the milliseconds are needed as the law of temporal physics states that the same mass can't occupy two different places at the same time, from his point of view the process can take hours, and he can delay the return trip indefinitely allowing him to heal wounds before returning. the distortion projector on his gauntlet can also produce fields around himself, others, and just in the environment. he could produce a field around himself in which 1 min. inside the field is the same as 1 sec. outside, allowing him to move at super speeds this would also let him run on water, as he could take his next step before breaking the surface tension, while a field that was set to 1 second inside to 10 min. outside could be used to hold a person in a kind of suspended animation, or if he knew they were coming, slow projectiles enough to move out of there way, with the limited power supply of the gauntlet, the greatest effect he can produce is a 110 sec. to 20 min. raito, and only one field can be produced at a time. -Background known very little is know about this man, though there are a few who have noticed him, pointing him out in a tintype photo of a graduating class of west point just before the american civil war, a black and white photo of him unaged, in different clothes, boarding the Lusitania on it's final voyage, in the background of a photo taken at a concentration camp, helping holocaust survivors at the end of WWII, and as a staff engineer working on the apollo lander module. his various appearances, have earned him a small, but intensely curious group of followers in the intelligence, military, and conspiracy theorist communities. -Background unknown by the populous U'vas is actually a scientist from the future, who is travailing back in time to make changes to events, hoping to bring about a golden age for all man kind, to do this however he must do things that those at that point in time perceive as both good and evil.
Thread: The Gifted (Character Profiles)

-Username Canvasofwhite -Name Ariel Maledine Isukita -Alias Ami pronounced 'Amy' -RacePower Teleportation -RacePower Details Simply, Ariel can teleport herself and other objects around her to different places within a single moment in time. Of course, this is a real time saver when she's late or if she's in a hurry, but most of her powers is used involuntarily, as simple gestures such as sneezing can trigger usage of her power. When teleporting herself, she is limited to warping at max a single mile in go. She is limited to having to see where she is going, else she'll just warp into objects, and risk hurting herself unless she is warping herself to a familiar location, such as school or home. Then she can accurately pinpoint her teleportation three times as far, and without the necessity of looking where she is going. When teleporting other objects, she can pick objects from a distance, and teleport it to wherever she desires, limited to 120 pounds, and of a distance of 100 feet both away and how far. However, her powers are inconsistent, as involuntarily use of her powers can manifest for a short instance, belaying the limits of her powers for a single teleportation. For instance, warp a car when used out of conscious mind. Currently, she is unable to teleport other people unless she is touching them at the time she uses her power. -Background known Ariel is a typical, absent-minded young lady of twenty-two, known by her friends to be a little light in the head. By all means, she is not a stupid woman, as she is quite intelligent. She does, however, seem to lack common sense, and her sense of logic is much to be desired. Ariel is the daughter of Henry Flay Isukita, owner of Isukita Motors. Ariel's father is famous, and quite obviously rich due to his business, leaving Ariel to be born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Ariel attending a private high-school, and from there attends a university nearby the city. She's currently majoring in Environmental Studies. Friends and family find her a caring, loving individual, unafraid to stick her neck out for anyone. -Background unknown by the populous Ariel discovered her powers during her pre-teens. Many nights when she went to sleep, she would often find herself waking up in different rooms in the manor, or in the gardens, even on the roof at times. At first she believed she was a sleep walker, until strange things began to happen. Tools and objects began to disappear. Things began appearing seemingly out of nowhere. It wasn't until Ariel sneezed when she walked by a house, watching it disappear, did she realize she had a special gift. -Appearance X
Thread: The Gifted (Character Profiles)

?? ? ?? Username HKitten ?? ? ?? Name Kesha Nava ... Loosely translated as ??Lively Beauty? ?? ? ?? Alias Nyx ... ??Greek Goddess of the Night? ?? ? ?? RacePower Particle Manipulation ?? ? ?? RacePower Details With the ability to manipulate the arrangement of particles, thus the basic structure of atoms and molecules, her ??power?? could be mocked as playing ??God??. However, the movements of the electrons to change the atomic structure require great energy. Beyond the simple transformations of small objects, it takes her a great deal of her own energy. Her ability is useful for transferring energy from one medium to another, or to shape shift her own form into another being or object. Hiding or sneaking around is her greatest trick, perhaps even walking around with a different ??body?? if she could hold the form long enough with the limited amount of energy she has. Other than that, she is at best, slightly above average strength and agility for a woman her form. ?? ? ?? Background - known Kesha is twenty-four years-old. She lives with her father, who is a single parent after her mother??s death when she was a child. She is a mix of African-American and Japanese. As an only child, one would expect her to have been spoiled, but rather, she??s not one to voice out what she wants, neither does she expect things like a spoiled princess. She is in her final year in college, going to the city university. Between school hours, Kesha works as photographer, capturing permanent images of objects and beings. At first glance, she is just an ordinary student and worker, who loves to eat. ?? ? ?? Background - unknown by the populous There is no memory that she can draw forth before her sixteenth year. When she asks her father, he tells her stories about her mother or how she was a cute child. No one seems to be concerned about her partial amnesia, and for some strange reason to her, she??s not deeply worried. Though her abilities would provide for her to be a good thief, Kesha has been raised with simple wants. She has no desire to use her abilities for any reason, but if it was to help someone, she finds herself expending a fraction of her energy to do so. Whether or not she could be called a heroine is questionable, as she had never encountered severe challenges beyond simple tasks. ?? ? ?? Appearance Soft, dark hair, along with caramel tanned skin, Kesha is told she has her father??s heritage. Her chocolate eyes bleed into a vibrant ruby coloring whenever she is charged with energy or is using her ability. Aside from the everyday clothing she wears, Kesha is dressed in pure, sleek black outfits to blend into the night.
Thread: Pretty wants art!

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Thread: Pretty wants art!

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Thread: Out of the Blue (Mr. M & Adonia)

Conventional radar might not have picked up a human-sized biological coming in at such a low altitude, but this suit wasnt built to deal with conventional opponents. The HUD gave him a radar display with a color-coded altitude read. He locked in directional thrust to the gravonics control and then pivoted around to look behind him, finding the blue smear against the city and zooming in. It was a cape, of course that was always a possibility in the City, since so many capes lived there comparatively speaking, and stopping crooks was their entire raison dtre . He studied her outfit, the Hermes helmet, the flowing hair and cape all unfamiliar. She was gorgeous, of course public heroes averaged around 50 egotism, so if you werent a model type, you usually kept it vigilante, got into the professional sector, or turned to crime. He knew the usual capes by sight, and this wasnt one of them, meaning she was either new or visiting. There was something about that grin, though, as she streaked toward him, as if she was having fun with it as much as he was. Inside his helmet, he grinned back. Sensors. Full-spectrum analysis of target bogey, constant run. Do not analyze, record for offline sifting. He didnt want to tie up the processor power to have the onboard AI crunch the numbers his supercomputer back at home could handle that much faster. And he most likely wasnt going to need realtime analysis just to get away from a newbie. Still, no reason not to be friendly. He reduced velocity, staying on course for the river ETA about thirty seconds but slowing down so she could catch up. When she came near, he triggered external speakers and said via the vocoder repeater Welcome to New York. Id advise you leave me alone. Wouldnt want to hurt a pretty lady. With that, he tossed her a cheery wave, started blasting some driving rock music through his external speakers appropriate for an aerial chase, he thought, and turned, accelerating down next to the Henry Hudson Parkway. He turned uptown, buzzing the cars and trucks that passed on the road, and started pouring on the speed, hoping to get clear of her view for a few seconds so he could dip into one of his various escape routes perhaps hed lose her in the green space ahead he turned his topside color leaf-green camo pattern to help break up his lines once he got over the park. He kept his sensors on her the whole time, though, tracking every move, every word, every expression and electromagnetic wrinkle in her aura.
Thread: Out of the Blue (Mr. M & Adonia)

He kept track of her pursuit with the radar, while his HUD also mapped the terrain ahead. His attention as largely focused on not running into anything, but he kept noticing how the bogey blip was stubbornly not going away. The way she spoke, as repeated in his helmet, sounded French a visitor, but NYC drew people from all over the world. The accent was distinctive, however, and that in itself was an issue. But that was something to be concerned about later. For now he zoomed around light poles, over and under power lines, and finally, he rolled to the right, into a grove of trees. Wood splintered and leaves thrashed against his helmet as he killed velocity as quickly as his body could handle, stopping in mid-air and staying under the cover of trees, his camouflage working to his advantage as he watched the instruments, watching her zoom close. His plan was she'd overshoot she was already following him through the obstacle course of the Parkway, so she was clearly as maneuverable as he was. She was also keeping up entirely too well. So now he had to try speed control and observation. If she overshot him, he could make a full-acceleration dart in the other direction, angling toward the water. If not, well, he'd come up with some other tactic. While he had a split second, he checked the data buffers on his sensory system, and was reassured by the flickering status bar. He'd have huge amounts of data to analyze when he got free, but he just had to skip clear of this pesky, albeit attractive, pursuer.
Thread: Out of the Blue (Mr. M & Adonia)

While gravity was the enemy general that Brise loathed, trees were its minions. Especially lots of trees. The woody space was much too crowded for high-velocity hypergliding. Brise made a swift decision and swerved upwards sharply, narrowly avoiding smashing into the leafy wall, gathering her cape snugly around her body to rein in her ascent. She peaked above the sea of green at a good blasting distance, keeping well within the range of the throbbing, amplified waves of rock music. She didnt know what the oversize jukebox was doing, but AC-DCs fondness for AC-DC would cost him dearly. She chuckled softly at his entertaining little quirk. She had chased the Ace, it had been fun, now she had learned a little lesson with her quarry. He and his music rocked the limits of her speed and there were no seconds to waste. Monsieur Ace, I like your music tres beacoup, will you not come out and dance with me? she called out gleefully. Mais non? Then stay where you are, I shall come down and get you. Even as she crested, she was already gathering massive amounts of air around her hands to hurl down in jets of tornado-speed wind on AC-DC. While she was now directly on top, she intended to sling him down to the earth and pin him there long enough to contain him in a subsequent maelstrom, which would need a few seconds to form. Netes pas intimide, she crooned softly, her voice drowned out by the winds wailing around her as the shearing forces of air molecules at her fingertips strained against her control. Venez et jouez avec moi Whispering the last words, feeling more of her strength drain, she heaved and released her hold on the columns of air, the potential energy of a hurricane vented into two kinetic missiles aimed down on AC-DC and beginning to flatten the verdant roof of trees that hid him.
Thread: Out of the Blue (Mr. M & Adonia)

He watched her, floating just out of easy sight, surrounded by foliage, as she zoomed up high. She did not overshoot, as he'd hoped, but instead went up, to get a broader perspective. That was smart, which made his job tougher, but he stayed put, and kept up his observation with all his sensors. Including the audio sensors, which gave him her words... His music? His eyes flashed to the small icon in the corner of his HUD, and he muttered a curse to himself. DJ, cut the external speakers! he snarled, even though it was clearly too late by this point. She was doing something, floating up there, calling out to him. Some loose leaves were swirling in atypical patterns... On a quick hunch, he called up the environmental readouts. Barometric pressure changing, wind speed way up, wind direction all over the place... of course, that made perfect sense. That's how she could fly, He couldn't think of any technological or scientific means by which she'd be able to do that, so that meant something out of the normally explainable, a mutant or mystical power of some sort... all this flashed through his brain as he watched some stray leaves swirl and gather in more tightly spiraling courses. Oh, he said to himself, as he realized what it was she was about to do, crap. As she flung her hands down toward the trees, he threw all the suit's vectors to the side, toward the road, and the river beyond. Behind him, branches smashed and leaves exploded downward, as supervelocity jets of air rocketed down toward where he'd once floated, forceful as a hurricaine in a tightly focused spot. The surrounding winds buffeted him, and knocked him askew that didn't matter to the vector of the gravonics, but the gusts turned him around. His shoulder smacked into a light post, and he spun around the other way as he flashed west, and the suit shuddered around him as he tore clear through a southbound mattress delivery truck in a shower of metal and wood and springs and cloth the northbound traffic had gotten snarled when drivers swerved as they'd flashed overhead earlier. He was over the water before he got himself straightened out. Of course, his suit's internal impact compensators his second-cleverest invention, after the gravionics protected him from the strikes, but it was still disorienting. Screw this, he muttered to himself, and swung around over the Hudson, jetting south. He needed some space, and clearly the hiding wasn't going to work. Although... since she started slinging tornado-force winds at him, perhaps he ought to respond in kind. He wasn't fond of smacking up newbies, but she did throw the first gust.
Thread: Life's Lessons (Crimson)

How could she of all people let this happen? Isabelle wiped her puffy red eyes and stared at herself in the grimy bathroom mirror. Exactly what she thought...she looked just as bad as she felt. Her fiery red hair was messy and wild and the little bit of make up she had on was running. She was paler than usual and it hurt her emerald eyes to see herself that way. Immediately she undressed and slipped into the shower, turning the hot water on. It stung her skin a bit but it felt better over all. Hopefully her father hadn't heard her come in at this hour. It was late, maybe 2 or 3 in the morning. He wouldn't approve of his 16 yr old daughter being out so late, but her reasoning was that it was a friday night and her ride had been too intoxicated to drive home. Which was true. Belle had walked all the way home, alone in the cool night's air. Grabbing the soap she lathered her body up, unable to forget the feel of his touch coursing over her small body and the alcohol on his breath. Everything was hazy and even though she had agreed, she regretted it. That wasn't how your first time was supposed to be. Nothing was supposed to be like that. Trembling, the young woman exited the shower about 15 mins later. She never took long to shower and she quietly slipped into he soft baby blue night gown, the material sticking to her still wet body ever so slightly. Belle felt better in a way as she pushed her damp hair from her face, but she still felt disgusting. Staring at herself in the mirror again...she couldn't help but start to sob. She never should have gone and what was she supposed to tell her father? Could she tell him? No, he would kill her...and the thought only made her sob louder and she dropped to her knees, face in her hands.
Thread: Life's Lessons (Crimson)

Mathew Taylor is a 46 year old businessman. His chain of clothing stores are a hugh success and all things seemed great for him, but one thing was missing in his life. His wife Susan died 5 years ago and he still has not gotten over her death, all he has left of her is his little angel Isabelle. She has become his whole world, the only reason to keep going on. He has noticed over the last few years how much Belle looks so much like her mother,and this has filled him with uneasy feelings of passion for her. More and more he watches his young beautiful daughter growing into a woman, and each passing year she looks more and more like Susan. This has caused him to have nights were he just couldn't sleep and this night was no different. He tossed and turned for hours before getting up, he was heading downstairs and was passing Belle's room where he thought he could hear her crying. He knocked on the bedroom door and called out. Belle? Is everything ok?
Thread: Life's Lessons (Crimson)

Hearing the knock on the door, Belle froze. All she had to do was say yes. The problem would be getting her voice to steady enough for him to believe her. Isabelle loved her father and knew how much of a burden she had to be on him. When her mother died, it was obvious he missed her. Hell they both did, but she knew that she was a constant reminder of what he lost. She was unaware how much, but she knew he had to miss her everytime he looked into her green eyes. The last thing she wanted to do was trouble him with problems a mother should be taking care of, not a father. She bit her lip hard and stood up. As much as she hated to make him deal with this, she needed to see him. She needed a hug. Opening the door, Belle's young arms immediately wrapped around him and she burried her head in his chest, her developed body pressing against his. I'm so sorry daddy... she murmured though she doubt he heard with her face press against him.
Thread: Life's Lessons (Crimson)

As Belle open the door and pulled herself tight against his chest his longing for her came to the surface. He couldn't help but notice how good the feeling was of having her in his arms. He noticed that his penis started getting hard, and was worried that she would feel this. He pulled her away slowly and said. Belle? What's wrong? What do you need to be sorry? Standing in the doorway trying to keep his harding penis from the sight of his daughter.
Thread: Life's Lessons (Crimson)

Swallowing hard, Belle couldn't help but more tears flow, her eyes darting to her bare feet, her night gown stuck to the form of her figure. I...Well I went to a party with alex and she was...well we were drinking. I thought I only had a little bit, Isabelle pushed some hair from her face, shaking her head a moment. He was going to kill her, she knew it. Not only did she have an awful sexual encounter, now she was going to die. Well she knew he really wouldn't kill her but she would be punished, she was sure of it. I...I hooked up with some random guy at the party. It was my first time and...and it was so awful daddy...I feel so disgusting... putting her head in her hands, she sobbed, her green eyes shut tight as her body shivered. I wanted to lose my virginity to someone that cares about me...that loves me and that I love...not some random guy. I don't even know his name...
Thread: Life's Lessons (Crimson)

His heart sank hearing what she told him, he was disappointed in her. Not only did she stay out late drinking, but she had sex with some nameless guy? He knew the what she was feeling now was more then enough punishment. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him. At this point in time he didn't care if she noticed his hard penis, he wanted her to know who much he loved her. Oh angel. He said then kissed her on top of her head. You have always been special to me, and I love you more then anyone ever could.
Thread: Life's Lessons (Crimson)

Belle was still crying as she hugged her father tightly. She wasn't sure what to do with herself or what he would do...but she felt something hard pressing against her stomach. He was much taller than she was so his bulge was pressed directly into her stomach as she blinked a little, trying to settle her tears. I love you too daddy....so so much... she managed to reply. As he kissed the top of her head and held her closer, the girl felt a stir in her loins. What was this? Belle could feel herself growing a little wet from the feel of his bulge and the thought of how much her father loved her. He was right, no one could ever love her as much. Was that hardness what she thought it was? What was he doing before now. Daddy...something's....poking me... she whispered almost shamefully.
Thread: Life's Lessons (Crimson)

He smiled as she spoke. Belle, I love you so much and you are so beautiful that you have made my penis hard. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned her back a little, then kissed her forehead. You have become a beautiful young woman, and you look so much like your mother. Tears came to his eyes, looking at Belle and thinking she could be Susan's twin. He ran his hands down and over Belle's ass, then up on to her hips.