Case #0004 - High PriorityCase #0004 – High PriorityCode Name: AnarchyAlliance: VillainsGiven Name: Alik Damien SmithFather: David SmithMother: Sasha SmithGuardian: parentsAge: 21DoB: December 19Inherited Powers: noneDeveloped Powers: Chaos Influence (during crisis heightens the chaos), Enhanced IntelligenceCase Notes: Anarchy is a troubling student, one that comes from a very mundane background with no power genetics in his lineage. We could find little information about his childhood before attending the school, and even less about his parents. It appears to be a simple house where the father works as a business man and the mother is a nurse. N
Case #0001Case #0001Code Name: EnvyAlliance: UndecidedGiven Name: Silvia Aves NethercotFather: Sven - HeroMother: Karmic Baggage - Villain Guardian: David Nethercot - Villain Minion Age: SeventeenDoB: June 12thInherited Powers: Flight, People Reading (intentions, actions, thought process)Developed Powers: Emotional Influence (numbing or heightening of emotions)Case Notes: I have noted that she is very reserved. In contrast to her mother she does not go out of her way to seek out attention or trouble, an aspect that is very much like her father, silent but her presence is known. She is much like her father in many ways despite bein
Tate's first taste of powerTateHockey, that was a mans sport. Hockey was about winning and being the best. Hockey was what I would have been playing if I wasn't stuck in a damn wheelchair. All because of the damn Party at Cain's, the earthquake that nearly leveled our city. Some people walked away with minor injuries like a black eye or sprained wrist. Some people died. What did I get? Stuck in a damn wheelchair because one of Cain's massive ass marble statues fell on my back. I didn't give two degrees of shit about what type of injury I had, just that I couldn't move my damn legs.Instead of being in the arena, playing on the ice, I was confined to a wheelchair in
Natasha's First Taste of PowerNatasha"This is the third time you've tried to kill me since I've met you!" My voice came out in an alarmingly loud and panicked tone. Beads of sweat were dripping down my face. I couldn't tell if it was me or the fever talking anymore. The capability to differentiate what's lucid and what's hallucination was past my grasp. My gaze was fixed on the face of someone I thought I'd lost long ago. My fists laid in a clenched heap on the hospital bed, the heart monitor picking up on my growing frustration, my vision was blurring beyond the usual dizzy spells. It felt like I was going to lose my mind."You remember me." His voice was low and rasp
Triquetra 1What does it mean to be a hero? Certainly this isn't it. It can't be seeing the pain, the suffering and the heart ache... it can't possibly mean seeing people die every day over something so trivial, something so stupid, that it could have been so easily fixed. Being a hero couldn't mean watching your family slowly destroy themselves and you can't do anything to stop it... being a hero can't mean seeing the one you love die right before your very eyes. Being a Hero didn't mean fame, fortunes and everlasting love. Being a hero didn't mean living the easy life until you died. Being a hero meant pain... pain and suffering for whoever that hero w
Triquetra 2I dreamt of Cian... he was beautiful as always, with his black hair flowing in the wind and his green eyes sparkling like emeralds. He was wearing an old medieval green tunic as well as tight brown pants and Old leather boots... He was holding me in his arms, playing with my long brown hair, looking into my own green eyes. He stroked my face in a way so loving that it made it seem like he'd been wanting to do this for such a long time. If only he knew how fast my heart raced when he did that... then I felt my eyes flutter close and I left my body. I was still there in the field with Cian, but I was watching it... as if I was an unwelcome visi
Triquetra 3I didn't expect to wake up, I didn't want to, everything hurt. To breathe, to move, to think. But to listen, it's what I could do with peace. I heard footsteps, sometimes talking. I heard shuffling feet. I felt a hand on mine, and lips pressed against my forehead. I felt someone's presence, and another person's presence as well."Cian, she lost lashings av blud... yer canny expect 'er ter recover in a day" a familiar female voice said and the grip on my hand tightened."Aye, oi nu... but 'tis been tree" Cian sad. I wished I could squeeze his hand back, but at that point the pain took over my body again and I passed out.When I woke up agai
You Make Me Feel"How do you think it would feel if the person that was perfect for you... lived millions of miles away. It would suck, right? Well how would you feel if the person who was perfect for you... lived right next door? You would never know. You could go your entire life living right beside them and never realize that that person was your soul mate. You would never know how it feels to be loved by the one made to love you... but that's where, you can be so wrong. You can find your soul mate... it's just as simple as finding the right person. There's a group of people who can see the connection with you and your soul mate. They call themselves the
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