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Catalina Belgrave

Nickname(s): Cat, Katie, Lina, Lee

Age and Date of Birth: 17 | February 23rd, 2002

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual / homoromantic

Personality Description:

Catalina Belgrave has always been one to wear her rebel colours. Unapologetic about who she is, she’s certainly a soul who makes quite the impression upon people — especially when they perceive her as having barged in; she’s wary, keen to keep as much as she can in her sight while she’s sussing out a new place or a newcomer, but offers other people no time to suss her out in return. Hypocritical and rude, yes, but she’s too busy flying off to her next thought and objective to care about ruinous first impressions, stepped-on toes or hurt feelings. She’s demanding, nosy, over-curious and impulsive above all things, and first and foremost she will always put herself at number one. All else about the universe is fallible.

(One can tell that Cat was a spoilt child, always got what she wanted kind of girl, because she has no consideration for others at all — before she ended up here. She shines as the centre of attention, always willing to make it about herself, always willing to worry people with the bizarre skills she pulls out of pocket without wondering that being able to fashion a weapon out of almost anything might just concern new-found companions.)

Perhaps she’s unnerving because she’s far too relaxed for this scenario; something dark is coming and she’s snarky, and just not scared. There’s a distinct impression upon meeting her that she’s scared of nothing except herself. Perhaps she’s unnerving because she has a complete lack of empathy, nor does she have an interest in genuinely understanding other people — she just wants to know the juicy details of people’s lives, so she can be jealous, laugh at their expense, or both. Call her callous, but she doesn’t know how to handle herself a good deal of the time, never disciplined in how to stop her emotions from swinging quite violently from one extreme to the next. Perhaps she’s unnerving because she’s blunt (don’t ask her opinion unless you want what she really thinks.)

She’s a hurricane, chaos held within a girl, to whom such significant power ought never to have been handed, unstable and forgotten and with an immense amount of anger still left in her chest — the day she found out about her powers was the day she mistakenly caused the deaths of her family in an angry rant. A power so tied to her voice means that this impetuous girl is going to have to learn to think before she speaks.

Catalina likes to lie, she likes to live, she likes to steal and she likes to survive. Try hard enough and she might just like you, once you get past her thousand layers of snark.

Her MBTI is ENTP.

Power: Persuasion (i.e. Kilgrave from Jessica Jones)

Family: In her mind, they don't matter anyway; they're gone.

History:

[ They jam something into her mouth so she can’t speak; they jam something into her arm so she can no longer kick, and scream, like some distressed animal not understanding that this ruinous, sanguine disaster was all her — that the actions of this innocuous nuclear unit from an idyllic town were all due to a loathed power blossoming within her body; if she’d known, she’d like to think she’d never have said such things, wouldn’t she, to her mother, her father, her brothers, her sister.

(Danielle Belgrave; a promising up-and-coming politician. Her husband Matthias, they’ll be asking, why did he ever move away from Copenhagen? The two boys — Finlay and Georgie — whatever led boys who played so nicely to fight like savages? And Felicity...oh, sweet Felicity, soon-to-be flower girl at her aunt’s wedding, with that voice like angel song, she was buried far too quickly amongst the roses, wasn’t she?)

As far as the world will ever know, Catalina Belgrave was kidnapped from her home and the rest of the occupants murdered — and none of those fools in that sleepy little town will ever see the odd little thing again. Huh. Isn’t most of that true? The twenty-third of February, two-thousand and one; a small town in New York State — her origins, that’s what they know. Only those who snatched her and took her to this inane facility know that, if Catalina learns to harness her powers to their full potential, if you allow her to speak to you, you’re putting yourself at risk.

She could’ve been a doctor. She wanted to be a doctor — and then, of course, she was ruined. ]

Faceclaim: Billie Eilish

Other: Her theme song is Say Amen (Saturday Night) by Panic! At The Disco.

Ashton Wilder

Nickname(s): Ash, Asher, Stoney

Age and Date of Birth: Eighteen | January 10th

Ethnicity: Caucasian American

Gender: Cisgender male | he, him, his

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Personality Description: With Ashton, what you see is what you get, and you'll either love him or hate him. The male gives off an impression that lacks any sort of drive or motivation. He gets bored quite easily, and doesn't fancy the idea of small talk or light conversations. He'd rather sit in comfortable silence, for his own thoughts are busy enough on their own. He could be considered quite the loner, preferring his own company. He doesn't take kindly to strangers. On the outside he is calm and collected. However,. if he does happen to get invested into another person or a conversation he can come off as outspoken and honest. Ash is perceptive when it comes to others he cares about, although it may not seem like it, he pays attention and remembers the little things.

On the more negative side, the young male is a cynic to the core, and critical to a fault, often letting his smart mouth get the best of him. In an odd way, he can come off as quite charming, showing off a playful and witty nature when he wants to. He's clever, very clever, and although Ashton's intelligence is considered above average, it is unfortunate that it is all squandered by his self-destructive tendencies and selfish behavior. On the outside, really, Ash is unmotivated to do anything on behalf of someone else.

Power: Ghost Physiology | Ashton, although not a ghost himself, has the same abilities of ghosts and spirits. Using the maority of his powers defensively, Ash isn't much of a big scale fighter. This includes intangibility: the ability to pass through physical matter. As well as invisibility: the ability to disappear from the naked eye. With a lot of focus, he is also able to contact the dead. However due to his lack of control and understanding of his powers, the teen will often turn invisible when frightened or without knowing.

Family: Father: Louis Wilder | Mother: Katherine Wilder (deceased)

History: Ashton lived what could be considered an average life. His mother passed away while giving birth to him, leaving his father to care for him on his own. He grew up in a lower class neighborhood, but he never complained about money. Ash was always one of those kids that left teachers in disappointment. "You have so much potential," they'd say. He knew they were right, he was always a smart kid. But he found homework and standardized testing a waste of time. Really, his life was pretty boring... that is until he discovered that he had powers. His life changed in ways that weren't all positive. He tried his hardest to keep it a secret at first, but to no avail. Someone found him out, and now who knows where his life will lead.

Faceclaim:Cole Sprouse

Other:

Kevin Ali Montgomery

Nickname(s): Kev

Age and Date of Birth: 15, 27th of February

Ethnicity: Icelandic

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Personality Description: Kevin is, for the most part, a shy child at heart. Hesitant around strangers, not really knowing what to say or do, avoiding confrontation whenever possible, and just sticking to himself in general. He’s used to being alone, and very rarely does he ever feel comfortable enough to come out of the bubble he has created and interact with others. Those who manage to get past the bubble and gain his trust, however, can tell you that his shyness hides an infinite capacity for kindness and compassion. Nervous though he might seem, he will go out of his way to help others in need, even if that might put himself in danger in the process.

Power: Reptilian Physiology | Although it is not immediately apparent as he tries to hide it, Kevin has many shared traits with the creatures in question, and like them often uses them for defense. These include a faint but noticeable covering of dermal armor (scales) upon certain vital areas of his body, mainly his chest, arms, shoulders, torso and neck, as well as the abilities of self-sustenance (he can go extended periods without food and other basic needs), enhanced durability and strength (despite his deceivingly frail look), and claw retraction.

Genetics-wise, the boy has more in common with archosaurs (crocodiles, birds, and dinosaurs) than with reptiles such as lizards and snakes, and thus he displays highly alert tendencies characteristic of the former, which again assist him while he’s on the defensive. Of course, given his still fairly impressionable age, that connection influences his behavior in other ways, an example being slight predatory motives and actions from time to time if he doesn’t watch himself. He also has a habit of flicking his tongue a lot (which happens to be forked) as if tasting the air.

On occasion, should Kevin find himself in a particularly dire flight-or-fight situation where he can only rely on instinct alone, his physiology can become overstimulated from the adrenaline, and manifests itself externally. To put it simply, his appearance becomes one reminiscent of something like the Lizardfolk from Dungeons & Dragons (that, or the Lizard from The Amazing Spiderman. I won't be too descriptive in the roleplay, so you can imagine him however you like ^-^; ). This is an outcome he tries to avoid, however, as in this state he falls into a more primal, aggressive mindset, and can potentially lash out even at allies if he feels threatened.

Family: Kevin has never met his biological father Lance Walter, with him having left before the former was born. His mother, Lauren Montgomery, raised him on her own, but died in a car accident when Kevin was ten. He has no other living relatives.

History: Preceding his time in the hospital, Kevin's childhood was not awful, but it wasn't perfect either. Living alone with his mother, who had to entertain two working jobs to provide for them both, seeing as his father straight up left them, one can imagine their lives wouldn't be without difficulties, yet they managed. All they really needed was each other, and the bond they shared was unbreakable,,,well, almost. Life can be cruel at times, and it dealt its worst hand to Kevin when he and his mother found themselves in a chaotic crash caused by an intoxicated driver wheeling a semi-trailer truck, sending them plowing through several vehicles and eventually onto their side. Kevin was lucky to survive, but his mother, tragically, was not so fortunate. Not long after the ambulance arrived, Lauren was declared dead, and as Kevin had no other living relatives, he was taken into custody by social services and sent to an orphanage, where he would remain for the next five years.

Kevin first started to become aware of his...oddness sometime shortly before he was brought into the "hospital". During his time in the orphanage, he usually stuck to himself, though he did get along decently with most of the other kids, save for a particular group of boys about his age and slightly older who made it a habit to sneak out often and essentially get into or cause trouble. Them Kevin avoided like the plague, or at least he attempted to, but flying under the radar only goes so far, and he eventually found himself under their attention. They attempted at first to bring him into their little outings, becoming more insistent as he kept refusing, but in the end giving up, yet they didn't leave him completely alone, either. The thing was, however, that Kevin began to notice that, in his steering clear of them, that it wasn't just that he knew when they were coming and when to move, he could almost sense them, and instinct told him where to go sometimes long before they even showed up. Of course, he attributed it to just being around them for so long that they were predictable, and he thought little of it. At least until one evening when the group got a bit too bold and began hassling with one of the other orphanage kids, one which Kevin was rather fond and protective of given he was a few younger, and thus he stepped in. That didn't sit well with the ringleader, and a second later, Kevin found himself on the ground after getting clocked in the side of the face.

Funnily enough, it didn't hurt as much as he expected, which surprised him given how thin and ungainly he thought of himself, and for the most part looked (a talking fish-bone, really). Yet the blow seemed dulled, almost repelled a bit, and while his cheek was most definitely sore, and a bit bruised, the pain quickly receded to a dull ache. The boy didn't have much time to think about it, however, as the group was advancing on his friend again, so he quickly got up and got between them once more. Again, the ringleader threw a punch, but this time, Kevin dodged it effortlessly, completely by instinct as if he could sense it happening before it actually did. Incensed, the ringleader swung at him again, and again, but to no avail, up to where Kevin grew emboldened enough that he caught the boy's hand and threw a punch of his own.

To his delight, he didn't miss, but delight gave way to shock as the blow ended up knocking the older teen back several feet into the opposite wall. Once again, not the kind of blow you expect from a thin kid like Kevin. Things were getting weirder...and considerably more dangerous as all eyes were now on Kevin, and most definitely not in the friendly way. He didn't stick around long, and booked before the boy he had just punched could get back on his feet, and the others started chasing after him. He didn't dare look back, not thinking about the fact that he was leaving the orphanage in the middle of the night—his only thought was to get away. It wasn't until later when he actually calmed down and exhaustion finally overtook him that he realized he actually had no idea where he was, and the boys weren't even behind him anymore. Little did he know that in the span of merely five minutes, he'd run nearly three and a half miles—definitely not something a normal human was capable of. Before he could really think about that, though, a car pulled up nearby him, and for a moment he thought he would have to explain himself to the police very shortly. That is, until he felt a sting in his neck, and everything went dark. From there...well, that just remains to be seen, doesn't it?

Faceclaim: Corey Fogelmanis

Other: Ho-ho-holy shit, this was a lot to write. Why did I decide to make it this long? I have no fucking clue. I hope you guys don't mind xP