[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; line-height: 15px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]there are whispers in the streets. ones that talk logic, ones that say an earthquake of that magnitude isn't possible, that the city's too far away from a fault line for it to have been as cataclysmic as it was. it isn't possible that there are no casualties, one person says. it isn't possible that only one building has suffered from it, another responds. she would cut in saying they're being selfish, that they should be grateful everyone in the bank had made it out alive, that they should be grateful the whole block isn't in ruins. but she can't blame them. she hasn't quite gotten a handle on the whole "going rogue" deal yet, and because of how slow she's been, she's left behind a messy trail for the authorities, for them, to follow. and they're catching up. she can sense it in the air. every corner she turns only brings them closer, because she hesitates every single time, afraid to just charge around and crash straight though whatever is in that blindspot. she doesn't want innocent people to deal with her fallout. it's her weakness. jemma's on a collision course, and she tries, but only skids in an attempt to halt, stop. she can't. she's on the run. the action is in the name.
they still haven't found her safe house yet, her refuge. she's encountered more of them down the road, more like her. she knows she should bring them to him, because he's good. of course she knows that. she's known that for years. but at the same time, it doesn't feel right, betraying the trust of all her new friends by giving away their location. it would only take one breadcrumb, but she wasn't going to risk it, risk pitting them all back into nonexistence. there's a home built from the ruins she came across weeks ago, and she sees smiles on faces that have never felt that stretch of muscle before. they're an element of danger, but tucked away, the world can sleep another night.
the ground shakes, announcing jemma's entrance, but everyone is used to it by now. they know of her powers, of the earthquakes that shoot from her wrists. she leaps in through a long-ago shattered window of one of the top floors of the vacated complex they rule over, a large duffel in her possession. she tosses it to the floor, the loose zipper opening to reveal stacks of cash. a breath escapes her as she surveys the empty room, and she frowns, brief confusion displayed lightly on her facial features. she runs a hand through her short, brown curls as she presses forward, peeking into one of the rooms only to find it empty. she goes down the hall and quakes open a few more of them, all with the same result. finally, she puts her hands on her hips and calls out: "it's quake, guys. i'm home."
(tl;dr inhumans are basically super-powered people from the marvel comics, but in this thread, they're runaways that live in an abandoned building. you can choose any power you'd like + have a code name/inhuman name for your character if you'd like, i just thought i'd make a little something against all the private threads on the board currently
general information;
[li]jemma harbringer[/li]
[li]cisgender female[/li]
[li]bisexual demiromantic[/li]
[li]single[/li]
[li]2 years physically[/li]
[li]young adult mentally[/li]
[li]tribune of scarclan[/li]
[li]former fourth tier of bloodclan[/li]
[li]lockedjaw x serpentine harbringer[/li]
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physical characteristics;
personality traits;
[li]altruistic[/li]
[li]calculating, methodical[/li]
[li]sarcastic[/li]
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other information;
[li]currently brainwashed: cannot feel the emotion of love and purely depends on lust instead[/li]
[li]experiencing brainwashing withdrawals[/li]
[li]struggling to remember the good memories from her past[/li]
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combat information & powers;
[li]EXTREME in terms of PHYSICAL difficulty[/li]
[li]EXTREME in terms of MENTAL difficulty[/li]
[li]3 powers[/li]
[li]the ability to take away one's pain[/li]
[li]the projection and manipulation of emotions[/li]
[li]shapeshifting[/li]
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[li]no permanent injury, killing, or maiming without permission[/li]
[li]attack in underlined #fafbf9 or risk being ignored[/li]
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