Month: February 2022

Profile: Tommy Khewhok

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Personal Data

Tommy Khewock by Hunbloom’s character maker.

Name: Thomas Khewhok
Gender: Trans Male
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 17 years old
Birthday: July 28th
Ethnicity: Thai
Nationality: American
Species: Human
Sexuality: Bisexual, primarily leaning toward heterosexual

Family: Tommy was orphaned at a young age during a supervillain attack in LA, as his biological family could not be contacted he went from foster homes to foster homes, often running away for several years. At Age nine he met Jordan, a fellow runaway who introduced him to the ZAN King gang. Recently he has been put in an Itharii foster home.

Strengths: Quick on his feet, agile, good with knives and hand to hand, high power mastery, unafraid of pain and danger.
Weaknesses: Diustrustful, quick to anger, not a team player, cocky

Appearance and Style: Tommy is a short but well-built boy. He has warm-toned dark skin, gray eyes, and black hair usually kept short and sometimes held down by a bandana. Tommy’s neck, back, and hands have several gang tattoos including a crown with the letters AZN. Tommy used to wear simple clothes easy to move in for fights such as track pants, tees, and jackets often with the King’s green.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Tommy Twofold
Status: Alive, Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: Tommy can duplicate himself, including anything he carries. However there is no ‘true’ Tommy and either version can be erased as he desires, he experiences himself as existing beyond his multiple bodies. Tommy can delete wounded copies and recreate a copy from the healthy one of his pair, allowing him to heal anything so long as one Tommy is unhurt.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Parole

Class: Four
Power Category: Scrapper
Roommate: Gabriel

Backstory

In another universe, Tommy would’ve been an ordinary kid, living with his family a happy life in Los Angeles’ Chinatown. But then a supervillain bomb exploded taking half the neighborhood and only he survived in his family. Unable to find any next of kin Tommy was put into the foster system.

Unable to grieve and lost in a world he barely understood Tommy became an angry child so he took to running away, he got caught, so he ran away again, he got caught again but after longer. As he run away time and time again he got better at it. As Tommy spent time on the street he decided to stop being a girl, he never cared for it, and eventually he would come to feel that being a boy was right, it was then that he took his new name of Tommy.

After yet another escape, Tommy met with Jordan Vo, a 14 years old boy who was affiliated with the ZAN Kings gang, he brought Tommy under his wing, helped him evade police, and would get him his first job with the gang; running messages, parcels, and standing watch for cops while older members of the gang dealt drugs or committed robberies.

Tommy and Jordan became brothers of sorts living together in an abandoned squat, and Jordan would eventually learn Tommy’s secret but kept it. However, puberty would come and Tommy’s secret was no longer so secret. Girls were treated differently in the Kings, it was a macho millieu after all. But Tommy fought and kept steady, he was badly beaten up many times for it. So he got tougher, he learned to fight and defend himself.

It was during a fight that his powers manifested and he duplicated for the first time. This changed everything; Tommy was no longer just some dumb girl who didn’t know her place, he was an asset. He came under the protection of Uncle Ngo who mentored him. As he grew to master his power and get stronger, Tommy got his payback, he fought everyone who’d bullied them and made them take it back, acknowledge him as male, if they didn’t he beat them senseless until they broke.

Tommy earned a reputation for his strength, bravery, and savagery in a fight, he got illegal testosterone shots, and he became a top star in the Kings. This was the high point of his life.

And then he took the fall for one of his fellows, he hadn’t done it, but they followed on law; the Omerta. So Tommy did the time, one year in juvie. So he did the time, he was a model inmate for six months to secure his early release. It was then that he was assigned a new group of foster parents but these were different; two Itharii had volunteered to take his case.

Tommy didn’t think much and ditched them the first chance he had. However, trouble came soon when it came to light that Jordan had turned and become a police informant. Everyone knew he and Tommy were thick as thieves so Uncle Ngo gave him a pistol and told him to kill Jordan.

But Tommy couldn’t. He betrayed everything he’d believed and worked for since he was nine. When the dust cleared Tommy was back in custody and Jordan was headed to witsec. But a way out was offered to Tommy; Ravenhold Academy. Without anything left, he took the chance.

Misc Information

  • Tommy is from Los Angeles
  • Tommy has little connection to his Thai roots, remembering very little of his family and no longer speaks the language.
  • Tommy has been sexually involved with girls from the AZN Kings, mostly using strap-ons for help, while attracted to some boys he never acted on it.
  • Tommy speaks some Vietnamese and Mandarin learned from his fellow gang members.
  • Tommy has survived extreme injuries thanks to his ability to delete copies of himself that are injured.
  • Tommy has been involved in a lot of violence, includding stabbing other rival gang members. He’s unsure if he’s killed anyone and hasn’t been interested in looking.
  • Tommy dislikes guns, he finds them unreliable (and they attract too much attention) and prefers knives which he is very good at using and throwing.
  • Tommy only has a 4th grade education.
  • Tommy’s favorite dish is Pho due to the memories of eating out with the boys after a job well done.

Arrival: Chapter 1.12 (Luciana)

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When Luciana came to the hangar, it was with a hurried step as she tried to keep up with Mr. Kibble, her service dog. Of course Mr. K wasn’t an ordinary dog, not anymore anyways, after an accident that had awakened her powers he’d been transformed into something… more than a common dog.

“So many people!” Mr. K said, using his mutant dog-hands to sign the words. 

Mr. K lacked the proper vocal cords to speak human, but he’d learned sign language a long time ago. Luciana wasn’t Deaf, but her parents were.

“Puppy, slow down!” She asked, carrying some heavy luggage, she had definitely over packed, but she hadn’t wanted to leave anything important behind.

Mr. K stopped and she caught up, giving him a scratch on his head. At a glance he looked like a giant German Shepherd but the proportions were all wrong. He had hands and thumbs, and could even walk on two legs, at least when he felt like it. But most importantly Mr. K was smart, he could communicate, he could even read and do math!

Luciana registered and went to her assigned bus, she looked for a seat when Mr. K’s tail went full wag and he barked excitedly. 

“Look, another dog!” 

Toward the back of the bus, a black labrador hung partway in the alley, lying under a bench. Mr. K went over to greet his new friend. Luciana followed him with a sigh, Mr. K was a very friendly dog.

While Mr. K greeted his new friend, who was very hesitant to interact, Luciana gave a look to the dog’s owner. On the bench itself sat a black girl, about fourteen, with dark brown skin, her hair was tied into many braids, and her face framed by round glasses.

“Hi, I’m Luciana, people just call me Lucy tho,” She said with a smile, extending a hand.

The girl’s expression remained flat. She took her tablet and typed something, the tablet reading it outloud. “What do you want?”

Lucy blinked. Okay, that had been a little rude, but she had just sort of walked to someone on public transport and started a conversation, which was a big taboo usually.

“Sorry, I just thought I should say hi since our dogs are getting acquainted.” Lucy said, “This is Mr. Kibbles, what is your dog named? Mr. K say hi.”

Mr. K popped his head above the seat, gave a little wave. 

“She’s Nimue.” Her tablet read out. Before it was finished she typed another message, “You named him Mr. Kibbles?”

“I was two years old when I named him,” Lucy shrugged, “He used to be called Rover but Mr. K stuck.”

Mr K pouted, signing to Lucy. “We don’t speak that name!”

The girl blinked and typed fast. “Did the dog just use sign language?”

“He’s a very special puppy,” Lucy answered, “Can I sit here?”

“Why not.” The girl answered. 

Lucy sat down. Maybe the girl was mute? She seemed to hear fine but knew sign language?

“What’s your name?”

“Kavin.”

Lucy arched her brow. “Kevin?” Had she mistyped? Kevin wasn’t a very feminine name at all!

“K-a-v-i-n.” She spelled.

“Never heard that name.”

“It’s Tamil, and was my mom’s high-school’s best friend’s name.” Kavin replied. 

“Oh, cool!” Luciana said, “Do you speak ASL?” she first asked out loud then in ASL.

“Some,” Kavin replied using her table, “Don’t like it.”

“You don’t like it?”

“Takes too much focus, it’s tiring.”

“Oh, well that’s fair,” Luciana shrugged. 

Silence fell between them, and Kavin started chewing on her collar. All throughout this time Kavin hadn’t looked at Lucy, who was starting to clue in. Perhaps Kavin was autistic like her brother? That’d explain a lot, Lucy thought.

Lucy opened her backpack, taking some sweets out. “Candy?”

“Sure,” Kavin answered. 

Lucy took out a bag of mixed candies and chocolate bars, letting Kavin pick from them. She quietly ate some while focused on her tablet. Luciana took a peek and saw she was working on blueprints for something.

“Wow, that looks like smart-people stuff! Are you a hypertech?”

“I’m working on the heat-transfer system of Pridwen.”

“What’s a Pridwen? Wait, isn’t it the brotherhood of Steel’s ship in Fallout?”

Kavin gave her a quick annoyed look. “It’s my mecha.”

“You have a mecha that is so cool! What does it look like?”

“You talk a lot.”

“Oh, Sorry?” Lucy answered, “Would you rather I not?”

“It’s fine.” Kavin sighed. 

“Where is it?”

“Back home.”

“Where’s that? I’m from Miami.”

“New York,”

“Oh you’re a local, that’s cool.”

Kavin didn’t answer, going back to her work. She’d probably seen this conversation thread as done, and Lucy decided it was maybe better to give her some space and time, not be too overbearing. 

So instead she took the hour-long drive to work on the most important thing; her social media pages. She had fans to update after all!

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Profile: Penelope Henry

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Personal Data

Penny made using the Poicon character maker

Name: Penelope “Penny”
Gender: Intersex Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 15 years old
Birthday: November 18th
Ethnicity: White American
Nationality: American
Species: Human
Sexuality: Bisexual

Family: Penelope was adopted at two years old by a black couple, who later adopted a boy. Her father is a gym teacher and former military, while she lost her mother three years ago.

Strengths: Technically Handy, Charming, skilled fighter and gunslinger,
Weaknesses: Impulsive, poor attention span, disregards people’s feelings

Appearance and Style: Penny is a white girl with carrot-colored hair that reaches about the middle of her back but that is typically held back by a ponytail, she is covered in freckles. She usually wears more practical and rural outfits; jeans, chaps, plaid shirts, and favors cowboy boots. She often wears hats to protect her delicate skin from the sun as she burns easily. Sometimes she likes to wear patterned dresses or older gentlemen’s styles of jackets and waistcoats.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Oakley
Status: Alive, Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: Hypertech abilities focused on chemicals, a minor enhancement to strength, speed, and endurance. ‘mechanical’ reflexes. Hypertech munitions with special effects.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Parole

Class: Four
Power Category: Hypertech
Roommate: Onez

Backstory

Not long after her birth, Penny was put into foster care by an anonymous mother, she was picked by the Henry family who fell in love with the little baby girl, whom they would eventually adopt permanently. Penny was discovered to be Deaf at a young age and following their doctor’s advice Penny received a cochlear implant, although the Henrys also studied on ASL to make their daughter as comfortable as possible.

Penny grew up to be a rather ordinary if hyperactive and curious girl. When she was seven however she manifested as a hypertech seemingly out of nowhere due to the anxiety of end-of-year exams, doctors speculated her mother must have also been a mutant but the information was confidential. The next big upheaval came a few years later when it was discovered Penny was actually intersex, a fact that’s always caused her great anxiety.

Penny’s life continued somewhat ordinarily, Penny however gained a reputation for being a lazy overachiever; her powers made it easy for her to retain information and do a lot of things, making her poorly motivated as she never experienced a true challenge. This was when her to gardening as a hobby. Penny gave it the usual effort, only for all of her plants to die. This shocked Penny who had never really failed at anything, so she read up everything she could on plant biology and care, she tried again with renewed care and passion. Over time her garden became her greatest pride.

Penny experienced tragedy when her mother died in a mugging gone wrong when she was 13. Penny grieved hard and turned deeper into religion to cope with her mother’s loss. However the next big tragedy in her life happened only a few months ago; when out shopping with her best friend Matilda the two were caught in a neo-nazi gang drive-by, Penny was unhurt but Matilda was shot in the spine, permanently losing the ability to walk.

This angered Penny deeply, she felt the law was moving far too slow to catch the perpetrators, the local sheriff’s office being overwhelmed and outgunned and waiting for state troopers. So Penny took matters into her own hands; she build a bulletproof costume, two hypertech revolvers, and went to town on the gang’s country home, shooting them with non-lethal rounds until they got the message to stay down.

The house had been under surveillance and the police came soon. Penny surrendered voluntarily and confessed to what she’d done. Thankfully for her, a Southern Hero heard of her action and offered for her to channel her energies at Ravenhold.

Misc Information

  • Penny speaks ASL fluently.
  • Penny’s personal childhood hero was Annie Oakley
  • Penny has a pet ball python named Piper she’s had for ten years and pampers rotten.
  • Penny has Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome (CAIS) which she and her family learned when her testes herniated and had to be removed. Because of this Penny needs to take estrogen and has always felt insecure about being a ‘real girl’ so she hides it from people.
  • Growing up Penny developed a lot of more traditionally masculine hobbies such as martial arts, hunting, camping, fishing, and an interest in vintage muscle cars and trucks. She shot her first buck at 11 and used the antlers in a special project.
  • Penny is allergic to tree pollen and spends most of the spring sedated on antihistamine.
  • Penny was briefly romantically involved with her best friend Matilda but the relationship ended on a sour note when Penny cheated on her. They eventually decided to just be friends.
  • Penny is somewhat hypersexual and has had a few sexual flings with boys in the past, which she usually proceed to ignore and pretend it has not happened. Penny however has a romantic preference for other girls or non-binary people.
  • Penny competes in MMA for low-level metahumans at the regional level and won a few silver and bronze medals. It’s where she met many of her flings.
  • Penny learned to cook from her mother and is into black southern cuisine as a result.
  • Penny’s favorite music genres are classical rock and country music, with CCR, the Dixie Chicks, Lynyrd Skynyrd and Johnny Cash as her favorite musicians.
  • Penny has picked up many skills from her ability to mechanically repeat actions such as guitar, dance, gymnastics, and many others but none of these ever really interested her.

Arrival: Chapter 1.11 (Mari)

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Mari strolled onto the parole bus, most of the people on there looked miserable, like they’d been dragged there by force. While Mari had been arrested in the end, her stint as a thief and vigilante had been a lot of fun, and they fully intended to make the best out of this Ravenhold redemption program or whatever.

It was a little cold all this way north of Miami and Mari started regretting their pick of booty shorts, crop top and hooker boots, but someone one had to suffer for the sake of fashion. If it hadn’t been for that inhibitor collar they could’ve summoned different clothes from their personal pocket dimension but alas they had to carry everything the mundane way.

Mari looked around the bus, spotting a girl that could only be about ten years old in a wheelchair looking like some kind of zombie, clearly that one had a juicy story to extract.  

Mari came and dropped their bag next to them. “Carrying all this shit by hand is dumb.” The girl didn’t react at all, stiff as an actual corpse. Mari sat down in the half seat next to her, “What’s got a little Nina like you in cuffs?”

The girl turned her head, like, a perfect ninety degrees, staring dead ahead with an empty look on her face, not blinking once. 

“I kidnapped people for a mad scientist to experiment on.”

Oh, this was EXTRA juicy. 

“Sounds fun, did it pay well?” Mari asked.

“Resurrecting me against my will was my only payment.” She answered dryly.

So she really was a zombie! 

“Dick,” Mari said, leaning in conspiratorially, “Pro tip; stealing from drug dealers, much better gig.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The girl turned back to staring blankly ahead, not saying anything more.

“Did you at least get your revenge?”

“Not yet.”

This girl was a hard one to crack. “That sucks”

“Eyup.” She went silent again. 

“Not in the mood for a girls-talk, well girl-enby talk?” Mari teased. 

She only stared back without a word.

“Suit yourself,” Mari shrugged, grabbing their bag and taking out a tub full of empanadas, stuffing one in their mouth, “Here, one for the road, but you’ve got to tell me your name”

They gave it to the girl who barely reacted, looking at it blankly. “Hijack is what he called me.”

“Don’t even get a real name, eh?”

“I guess not.”

This was getting painful. “Alright then, well you enjoy it while I find someone less boring to talk to, ciao!” 

The girl didn’t seem to care, after a moment she took a bite out of the pastry. 

Mari got up and looked around for someone else. Their eyes quickly drawn to a big silly griffin person looking like the saddest puppy ever. Mari came over and sat down next to him, “Sup? I’m Mari!”

The griffin boy perked up immediately. “I’m One Z but you can call me Onez!”

“Aren’t you a fluffy bird,” Mari said, “Empanada?”

“I am a very fluffy griffin.” Onez’s lion tail flicked, “and what’s an emdapanda?” Onez frowned, having mispronounced it.

“Em-pa-na-da.” Mari brought one out from the tub, “It’s like a Latin-American mini pie, it has pork and veggies.”

“Empanada!” He repeated slowly to get it right. “I’ll try it!” Onez held out a talon-hand and Mari passed him the treat. Onez happily kicked his lion-like legs in excitement. 

Mari plopped down next to Onez, “So what’s got a cute little griffin in here with the naughty rogues?” 

“I hurt Sniper real bad.” Onez’s body language went stiff as he said this. He took a slow bite out of the empanada, “this is good, I like it!” he said, forcing himself to cheerful and smile.

“Sniper? Is that a friend of yours?” Mari asked.

Onez frowned, “I don’t know if we’re still friends…” he dejectedly lowered the empanada, not eating anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Mari said, “I’m sure you’ll square things out? How did you meet Sniper?”

“I had to kill this one lady and Sniper got in the way.” Onez strangely… blushed as he speaked of this first meeting

Well, that hadn’t been quite what Mari had expected, fluffy griffin was some sort of killer? He didn’t have the vibe of one at all.

“Had to?” Mari asked, “Did she do something to you?”

Onez cocked his head to the side and looked at Mari with wide, somewhat innocent eyes, “It was my mission.”

“Mission? Who gave you that mission?”

“The people who made me.” Onez answered, as if it clarified anything, yet his expression told Mari he thought it was a reasonable explanation. He took a few more bites of the empanada.

Made him? Mari had thought he was a paramorph, someone transformed by their powers, but was he some sort of chimera?

“And who might that be?” Mari asked.

“The Restoration.” Onez finished off the empanada, his cheeks bulging.

“The who?” Mari blinked, that wasn’t a group they were familiar with. 

“That’s what the people who made me call themselves.” Onez said, “That’s all I know.”

Mari took a second to consider all of Onez’s story, who was Sniper? This Restoration group? 

“Righto,” Mari said, “So you got caught by the cops?”

Onez lowered his head a little, “They made me hurt Sniper, but after I did I snapped out of their control and called for an ambulance. The police came with it.”

“I’m sorry,” Mari said, genuinely worried for once, “Well you don’t have to do any of that, anymore.” Mari put a hand on Onez’s feathered shoulder.

Onez beamed brightly and his legs started kicking once more, “Yeah! I haven’t felt them take control again yet so everything should be fine once Sniper wakes up! As long as they don’t hate me…. and… actually wake up.” Onez’s little lion legs stopped their kicking once more as he chewed on his bottom lip

Poor thing, Mari gave him a hug. “I’m sure it’ll be okay”

Onez’s eyes widened and then he put his arms and wings around Mari, “I hope so.” he muttered into their shoulder. Onez’s wings were strangely silky in texture, it wasn’t an unpleasant kind of hug though it was rather different. 

Mari had expected a bunch of punks and dicks on the Ravenhold Bus, not some terrorist brainwashed experiment or some zombie 

“Want another empanada?” Mari offered, hoping to cheer him up. 

Onez nodded, their fluffy hair and feathers gently tickling Mari’s neck. Mari took out more food, one for themself, another for Onez, and even deigned offering Zombie girl another.

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Profile: Hijack

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Personal Data

Hijack by Angelo Lytle

Name: Unknown
Gender: Cisgender Female
Pronouns: She/her
Age: Physically 11, Chronologically 15
Birthday: Unknown (brought to life on October 29th)
Ethnicity: Unknown, likely Filipino
Nationality: Likely American
Species: Amalgam
Sexuality: Questioning

Family: Hijack does not have any memories of any of the former bodies that make up her current one and therefore knows nothing of her family. The closest thing to ‘family’ she has is the scientist who created her, Dr. Modzierz.

Strengths: Very strong powers.
Weaknesses: Unsociable. Rude. Self-centered. Stubborn. One track mind. Inflexible.

Appearance and Style: Hijack is a small and young looking brown skinned girl in a wheelchair. Strangely her legs are two different skin tones from each other and from her normal skin tone, one much darker the other much lighter. There are scars where these legs connect to the rest of her body. She has green eyes and the skin around her eyes is scarred as well. Her head is shaved and covered in the scars of various incisions, with some metal plating on top. She has various large incisions on her abdomen and skin grafts of skin from the same bodies as her legs grafted on her back. Hooked onto the back of her wheelchair is a large tank filled with a strange black fluid, which has four tubes coming out of it attached to the base of her skull. Her veins, where they are visible, are much darker than a normal humans and the veins in her eyes are visibly black. Hijack tends to wear whatever clothes she has been given. She has sweats given to her by the hero that arrested her. She often wears her uniform even outside of school. Later on she may develop more of her own style.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Hijack
Status: Undead. Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant. Amalgam
Abilities: She can control people’s bodies (that she can see). She can see through objects. She is immune to most poisons, toxins, sedatives, and etc.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Parole

Class: Four
Power Category: Controller
Roommate: Thea

Backstory

Hijack’s awareness only stretches back 4 years, shortly after the Tzari invasion. She was created by the death and immortality obsessed hypertech scientist, Dr. Mozdzierz by cobbling together the bodies of three girls who died in an attack. The girls he had chosen had awakened to mutant powers in their panic and fear but were unable to use their new powers to save themselves. Hijack gained two of the three girls’s powers. Hijack is only the second of his creations to have any sort of intelligence and the first one to have a fiesty enough will to eventually defy him. While he never fully suppressed her will, he outfitted himself with something that would block her powers from being used on him and would force her to return to him if she got too far away.

Dr. Modzierz used Hijack and her powers to kidnap living people for his experiments. It was on one of these trips to kidnap people that Hijack was stopped by a hero who destroyed the device that would force Hijack to return. They offered her a chance to attend Ravenhold Academy rather than be examined by other scientists or destroyed for being the freak of nature she was. She took the offer, grasping the chance to gain the ability to destroy Dr. Modzierz once and for all.

Misc Information

  • Hijack’s main original body had Cerebral Palsy and Hijack still does in her current amalgam body.
  • Before death Hijack’s main body could walk a little bit, though she was unsteady, but with the stiffness of death, the legs that do not belong to the original body, and the large, heavy tank of necrodyne connected to her that serves as an external circulatory system she is unable to walk very far.
  • The tubes of her necrodyne tank are partially made of hyperweave and so can stretch a decent amount without weakening or breaking so she is able to take a few steps away from her wheelchair if she must.
  • Hijack’s main (un)life goal is to eat Dr. Modzierz’s brain.
  • Hijack can’t really digest food but she can taste it so she can eat a few bites but if she eats a lot she will throw up
  • Hijack doesn’t need to breathe
  • Hijack can’t use her hands well either. Her handwriting is illegible.
  • Hijack likes cats

Profile: Deryn Evans

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Personal Data

Deryn made using Charactermaker by Kureihii

Name: Deryn Evans
Gender: Non-Binary
Pronouns: They/Them
Age: 16 years old
Birthday: March 3rd
Ethnicity: White
Nationality: American
Species: Human
Sexuality: Pansexual

Family: Deryn is an only child to a lesbian couple, one of their mother being trans. Their parents are a house painter and a college professor of early modern history, both are low-level mutants.

Strengths: Confident, gentle, caring, can read and persuade others easily,
Weaknesses: Easily overwhelmed, overly empathic.

Appearance and Style: Light-brown bordering on blonde during the summer shoulder-length hair, usually kept in a bun. They are rather thin and tall at 5’8”. Their style consists of natural colored sweaters, jeans or leggings, and soft brown boots. They wear light makeup and sometimes paint their nails warm tones.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Pisces
Status: Alive, Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: Empathy, can read people’s emotions and manipulate them.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Reccomendation

Class: Four
Power Category: Psychic
Roommate: Mitch

Backstory

Deryn was the children of two women who love each other so much, both being queer they allowed Deryn to express themself however they wanted from a young age, and Deryn although assigned male at birth always had a very unique perspective on gender, feeling neither yet also both male and female at times.

Deryn was born in Pennsylvania but when they were six their family relocated to Pennsylvania when their mom was offered tenure at a University. The anxiety of moving to another state and the children finding Deryn ‘weird’ is what caused their Empathic powers to awaken in second grade.

Deryn’s powers were always temperamental, although their Ma tried to help them learn focus techniques they never quite been able to turn their empathy off. Still, their powers allowed Deryn to make friends easily, being able to know what to say and do, but Deryn always had a nagging feeling people didn’t like them for who they truly were.

Deryn’s life was otherwise ordinary for many years, their mothers keeping them very busy with extracurriculars; piano, yoga, meditation, and later a part-time job at a family friend’s coffee shop.

However, Deryn’s life went upside down with their first love; Anders. Anders was a young and closeted transgender boy at school, Deryn being always so understanding drew them together and they had a brief relationship where they both lost their virginity. However Anders fear, anxieties, and religious-induced self-hatred pushed Deryn to try to push him toward accepting himself and coming out, but he wasn’t ready and the two fall apart soon.

Love for Deryn came again a year later when they met Charlotte a new student at their school. Deryn had learned from Anders, and the two were in love like only dumb teens could be, thinking they’d be together forever, them against the world… And then Charlotte’s mother died in a drunken hit and run, and she was utterly destroyed, Deryn let her grieve for weeks, then months, but Charlotte wasn’t getting any better.

So Deryn tried to help with her power, breaking the greatest taboo of any psychic; she altered her girlfriend’s mind. She tried to ease Charlotte’s pain, but Deryn was inexperienced; they meant only to ease the pain but instead, they took it completely; Charlotte could no longer feel anything about their mother and quickly became horrified at the betrayal.

By all accounts Deryn should have gone to jail, what they’d done was a severe crime, but Charlotte didn’t report them, they just shut them out. Deryn fell into a depression, they admitted what they’d done to their worried mothers. They understood Deryn’s motives but what they had done was crossing a line that never should be crossed.

So their Mom made some calls, she was related to someone who worked at Ravenhold and asked to get her child help. It was then that Deryn was sent to Ravenhold the next year.

Misc Information

  • Hometown is Bellfontaine, Ohio.
  • Deryn worked at a family friend’s Coffee shop since they were 14 as a Barrista to learn work ethics, Deryn loves the job and is a bit of a whiz when it comes to making coffee and tea drinks.
  • Deryn plays the piano quite well and has done some recital as part of a classical music ensemble.
  • Deryn and their family are vegetarian and their favorite foods are pasta, especially vegetarian lasagna and cheese ravioli.
  • Deryn is an avid coffee drinker and has a love for mienral and sparkling waters.
  • Deryn has a small intersex calico cat names Hermes they use as an emotional support cat and to ground themself when their empathic powers are overwhelming them.
  • Deryn likes to do pencil art, read books and enjoys classical music.
  • Deryn has been in two relationships, both of which ended poorly and is sacred of getting attached again.
  • Deryn is into Astrology and fortune telling although she does not take it entirely seriously.
  • Deryn is Agnostic having been raised without much religious baggage from either of their mothers.
  • Deryn does meditation and yoga as it aids them centering themself and control their powers when they get out of control.
  • Deryn has been on estrogen for a few years wanting to have a more feminine body.

Arrival: Chapter 1.10 (Tommy)

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Tommy sat in the bus, gazing out the window with his mind buzzing from the power nullifier. What the fuck was he doing there? Being a hero was dumb, but what else could he do?

If he’d stayed in California his gang would’ve tried to kill him. He was good but not ‘fight an entire gang’ good. The only family he’d ever known was somewhere far away in witness protection, he’d betrayed his gang for them and now he was all alone.

Ravenhold Academy? It was dumb, but what other option was there? 

“Hi friend!” 

Tommy blinked. Was someone talking to him? He turned around and came face to face with… Whatever that thing was. It was like a giant bird that someone had attached a human face onto. 

Tommy just went back to looking out the window. He wasn’t going to deal with whatever weird shit this was…

However the bird-person shoved himself onto the seat, “I’m One Z! You can call me Onez! What’s your name?” 

Tommy looked back at him, Onez offered a taloned hand for him to shake.

“Do I look like I want to talk?”

Onez tilted a hand to the side like a confused pigeon, “Yes?”

“You really are a bird brain then,” he sighed

 “Thank you!” 

“What do you want?” Tommy sighed.

“Your name?” 

“Tommy, happy now?”

“Yes!” a lion’s tail happily swished behind Onez. 

Tommy may not have noticed before but now he can see a lion tail swishing happily behind Onez. “Normally I don’t need ask to know people’s names but this.” Onez tapped the power control collar with a talon. “This makes the world very very quiet and I don’t know as much.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Ever since I was created I could hear things from people all the time even when their mouths weren’t moving! Sometimes they say two different things and it can be very confusing. There have been some people who I could only hear one voice from but this is the only time I can only hear one voice from EVERYONE. It’s very weird.” Onez waved his weird bird arms excitedly as he spoke.

“I didn’t actually mean for you to tell me about it, weirdo.”

“Oooohhh so your two voices were saying different things.” He nodded in ‘understanding’.

“It’s an expression, now buzz off.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Fuck off, leave me alone, go away.” Tommy says.

For once Onez’s dumb smile went away. “Why?”

“Because you’re bothering me.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Onez asked, looking hurt.

Fuck. He was being an asshole. Tommy sighed. “No… I just need to be alone.”

“Is that what your other voice is saying too?”

“Yes.”

Onez slowly got up and found an empty seat, leaving Tommy alone with his own problems.

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Arrival: Chapter 1.9 (Grant)

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Grant sank into a seat on the bus and tugged his hoodie further down over his face. Ravenhold Academy was something he never intended to chase after but he’d rather be at school to be “reformed” than be a black trans boy in prison. A black trans boy that killed the “good Christian couple” that “took him in and lovingly raised him.” A black trans boy that the judge wanted to try as an adult. Grant leaned against the bus window and idly tugged at the power inhibitor collar around his neck. The collar was made extra annoying by the fact that it did nothing to him. He wasn’t a mutant, his powers had been a “gift” in return for the blood of his “parents”. 

His fennec fox familiar, Killer, nuzzled into Grant’s stomach while Grant idly scratched his ears.Then, suddenly, Killer was grabbed off his lap by a strange girl exclaiming, “Foxy!” [insert Frederika description]

Killer fought the strange girl that had suddenly picked him up, growling at her and swiping at her hands with his claws. “Naughty fox!” the girl scolded, “we’re both Egyptian we should be friends!”

“Hey, put my fox down.” Grant snapped harshly, his eyes were filled with bitterness.

She let him go and he fell a few feet from her hands to the seat of the bus before scampering back to Grant’s lap. Still wary of the girl, Killer watched her as she climbed into the seat. “I am Frederika, chosen as the mistress of cats,” she said as if Grant asked. Frederika leaned closer and… sniffed him? Fucking sniffed him?

“What the fuck are you doing?” Grant tried to lean farther away but the wall of the bus stopped him.

“Smelling you,” She said like it was obvious, “You smell like Guilt.” 

Grant rolled his eyes. A bus full of criminals and she ingeniously comes up with that line? “You wanna cookie for that astute observation?” he scoffed. 

“Whose blood is on your hand?” Frederika asked, her fur going from black to sandy, the color of the lion, her warrior aspect.

Grant narrowed his eyes,” Maybe yours if you don’t leave me the fuck alone.” He didn’t want to reveal that the collar didn’t work on him but he wanted her to fuck off more.

“You smell of dark heka, of old and forgotten gods.” That gave Grant reason to pause, she could smell Reka?

“You gotta problem?” He acted unrattled.

“I am watching you, heretic,” Frederika said.

Grant rolled his eyes again,”Uh-huh, well have fun with that I guess but do it a bit farther away, why don’t-cha” Reka was better than the so-called great and merciful God he was raised with, he couldn’t care less if some random cat girl had a problem with her.

Grant turned away, facing the window and putting headphones back on, glad they gave him his stuff back before shipping him off to Ravenhold. He didn’t turn the music up yet, waiting to see if she’d really leave and preparing to fight if she tried to mess with him. 

Frederika hissed but walked away, letting Grant let out the breath he was holding and turn his music on. Killer relaxed as well, laying back down on his lap. With one hand, Grant idly pet Killer and with the other he played with Reka’s artifact, a gold bracelet with chains attached to five gold rings, inside the pocket of Sierra’s old, ratty hoodie

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Profile: Charles deKlerk

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Personal Data

Charles made using Djarn’s character maker

Name: Charles Nkosi deKlerk
Gender: Cis Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 16 years old
Birthday: September 28th
Ethnicity: Mixed Afrikaneer-Xhosa
Nationality: Pan-African Technocratic Union
Species: Human, Mutant, and Designer Baby
Sexuality: Bisexual, leaning toward male

Family: Charles is the child of the First Family of the Union, his Father Hector is the ruler of the Union while his mother is a professional fashion designer. He has a twin sister called Anke

Strengths: Genius, highly social, athletics, quick reflexes experienced scientist, and inventor.
Weaknesses: Obnoxiously perfect, questionable ideological beliefs, smugness, overconfidence.

Appearance and Style: Charles is a boy about 5’9” in height with medium brown skin, light brown-blondish afro-textured hair with heavy freckles on the face and arms. Charles is a somewhat Femme boy who takes a lot of care about what he looks like, he favors colorful and patterned African styles of clothing.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Siegfried
Status: Alive, Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: Hypertech focused on machines and physics manipulation, mild technopathy that allows him to ‘feel’ the mechanical or programing status of machines. Higher than average fitness, reflxes, eyesight and mental acuity.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Application

Class: Four
Power Category: Hypertech
Roommate: Thor

Backstory

Charles wasn’t born like most people, he and his sister were created in a laboratory by their Father Charles deKlerk carefully selecting genes from him, his wife, and special donors to create two children with exceptional mental and physical potential.

Despite their unusual conception (and their father’s status as Technocratic Chairman of the Union,) the twins lived ordinary lives, for the most part; living in a luxurious but rather modest house, attending public school with Union children, and never made by their parents to feel superior to others, who pushed the twins hard to excel. Nevertheless, the Twins excelled at most of what they tried, always working hard due to the values embedded in them by their parents. They inherited their father’s hypertech abilities at a young age.

At fifteen Charles and Anke got their first chance to prove their worth in the Union’s meritocratic system; Charles was assigned to designing and manufacturing a brand new race car for championships but without using hypertech, a task that took him two years but the bleeding edge results greatly pleased his peers and he was admitted to the Union’s board.

But Charles had a different idea of what he wanted; he knew the Union was reviled on the international stage, considered warmongers, oppressors, and tyrants. So he hatched a plan; to become the Union’s first international superhero and show the world the country he was proud of wasn’t some backwater dictatorship run by a mad scientist as people believed but a real country.

So he created a suit of power armor which he pitted against Union mecha known as Fafnir class, after he finally was able to surpass the Union Warmachine he jokingly named his armor after Siegfried the dragonslayer. This done, he applied to Ravenhold, his application obviously drawing a lot of attention from the administration. After some questioning over motives he was allowed to Enroll.

Misc Information

  • Charles is an Atheist, and can be quite vocal about it at times.
  • Charles is a proud supporter of Neo-African culture, who proudly wear its fashion and listen to its music.
  • Charles has had a few romantic thrist but nothing that became serious due to his busy lifestyle and work.
  • Charles can cook quite well, his favorite dish is Moambe chicken, along with fried plantains.
  • Charles likes to relax playing videogames and creating electronica music.
  • Charles hometown is Kinshasa, formerly Congo, and currently the Union capital.
  • Charles likes to drive sports car and speedboat in races both informally and in competitions.
  • The deKlerk Family is incredibly wealthy due to pre-union patents and work done by Hector deKlerk from which the family still draws income.

Arrival: Chapter 1.8 (Deryn)

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Deryn’s mind pulsed with a hundred emotions at once; anticipation, anxiety, boredom, fear, joy. Some were their own, but most were not. As an Empath since the age of seven Deryn had largely learned to center themself and deal with the tide of emotions around them.

Hermes was a helpful little fellow, laying patiently in his cat carrier, and so Deryn used him as an anchor in the storm.

Deryn looked around scanning for a seat, their gaze drawn immediately to another teen, they couldn’t have been much more than four feet tall, swimming in a gray sweater and worn jeans that were several sizes too big for them, anxiety burned bright in that one. They had short brown hair and a smattering of freckles across their cheeks. On their lap was a gigantic maine coon. 

They were seated, eyes clothes clearly trying some breathing exercises to maintain their calm.

“Is this seat taken?” Deryn asked softly. 

“Eep!” The teen jumped up, and then proceeded to shrink, now only three feet tall. Their cat protectively coiled around their owner and staring Deryn down.

“Okay, not quite what I expected,” Deryn said, “Are you alright?”

The teen took a few breaths and slowly regained some size, now about four and a half feet, “yeah sorry, you… you startled me.”

“Can I try something?” Deryn offered, knowing they could help. “Take my hand.”

They nervously did and Deryn focused; sending a warm soothing radiance into them, banishing away anxiety and leaving behind a gentle peacefulness. The teen grew back once more reaching about five and a half feet. 

“Oh that’s kinda nice.” they said, Deryn could feel their jaw and shoulders untense.

“I’m an Empath, I can help people with their feelings” Deryn smiled. “Now, may I sit?”

“Oh, yes.”

Deryn sat down and the Maine Coon came over, sniffing them, Deryn gave them a hand and the cat proceeded to rub herself all over.

“That was really nice,” they said.

“You should see what else these hands can do,” Deryn teased. Eli’s mind went somewhere naughty, turning bright red. While Deryn couldn’t read the thoughts proper; they had a gut feeling of where emotions came from.

They opened their cat carrier and Hermes peaked his head out. The Maine Coon came over to smell Hermes, who was a little cowed at the giant cat, being only a few months old. 

“What brings you to Ravenhold?” Deryn asked.

“I… have a hard time controlling my powers.” They gave Deryn a self-deprecating smile, “as you saw. I wanted… a change of pace. To get out of my comfort zone a bit and maybe learn some confidence and control… and who doesn’t wanna be a hero?… I’m… Eli by the way, they/them pronouns” they held out their hand once more, for a shake this time.

“Deryn,” they  smiled and shook hands, “And same for they/them, don’t mind she/her either.” Deryn leaned back, opening their coat, “Being a hero seems strange, but I’ve always wanted to help people.”

A spark of disappointment went through Eli’s mind toward the handshake.  “You’re disappointed,” Deryn noted. “Empath, I’m warning you I can feel things and I’m bad at letting them go.”

“Oh uh,” Eli went from disappointment to embarrassment, “I just thought maybe I’d feel that calming again when we shook hands.”

“Ah, it’s a willing thing,” Deryn explains, “Want another shot?” they wink. 

“No no it’s fine!” Eli waved their hands in front of them.

Deryn’s powers told them yes, but they didn’t press, they’d learned their lessons before, if painfully. 

Next to them the Maine Coon had already begun licking Hermes’ head, having adopted the kitten in less than a minute it seemed. 

“This is Angel. She’s mostly an emotional support cat but she does know some tasks to help me when I shrink.”

“Alright, and this is Hermes, my little boy.”

Deryn looked at Angel. “Hello Angel, I’m Deryn.” 

Angel gave a little ‘mrrpp’ noise in answer. 

“He’s adorable.” Eli reached their hand out to offer Hermes a sniff, “Is he still a kitten?”

“We think he’s about six months old, he was found abandoned with his siblings.” Deryn explained, “I work at a shelter, it’s where I got him.” They hadn’t found the mother but it had been likely she had died when searching for food for her kittens. “Is Angel a Maine Coon?”

“Yeah!”

“She’s a beauty, how old is she?”

“She’s 7 years old. Will be 8 in a few months.”

“Well, she still has a long way to go.” Deryn smiled. “So, I take it you can shrink down is your power?”

“Yeah I can shrink all the way down to  6 inches.”

“Oh wow,” Deryn says, then a thought came over remembering the state of Eli’s clothes, “What happens to your clothes?”

“… they uh… stay the same size… but! I sew and…” out of their pocket Eli pulled out a tiny little dress in a floral fabric. They were evidently proud of their work.

“That is A-do-ra-ble!” Deryn picked it up, it looked like it belonged to a little doll, “You can actually fit in that?”

“Yep! I’ve made a few outfits! I also have a little…” Eli’s excited tone turned a little toward embarrassed, “dollhouse that I made to hang out in sometimes when I’m small.”

“Okay, that is so damn cute,” Deryn said.

Eli smiled shyly, turning quite brightly red once again. “Thank you.”

“Have you ever heard of mini baking?” Deryn asked.

Eli frowned, thinking, “Like those videos of people making tiny food?”

“Yeah, it’d be funny to have you make those,” Deryn said, “Imagine it; World’s smallest baker.”

“Maybe I’ll give it a try.” Eli said, noncommittally.

Deryn smiled, not pushing the idea. They took out a thermos. “Coffee?”

Eli shook their head, “No thanks. More of a tea person.” 

“Afraid I didn’t pack a second thermos, but I can make the best tea latte you’ve ever tasted.” Deryn said.

“Oo sounds good.”

“Two years working at the Coffee Mill, and employee of the month many times,” Deryn bragged, “Hand ground coffee beans roasted in house,”

“Oh wow, I’ve never had a job before, I mean, I helped out in my dad’s shop a bit before but never like a Job job. Was it fun?”

“I loved it, well besides the terrible customers, but the owners always let me tell them off.” Deryn said. It helped Deryn could zap Karens with a bit of guilt, it was illegal technically, but very satisfying. “What does your dad do?”

“He makes custom furniture! I usually help him more in the back, too anxious to deal with customers. My mom is usually the one who deals with the customers.”

“Oh wow that is so cool,” Deryn said, “My mom’s a college teacher, my ma works doing house renovation, mostly painting”

“What does she teach?”

“History, mainly early modern,” 

“That’s cool.”

“You know what’s not cool?” Deryn said, “Living in Ohio.” 

“I’m from Ohio too.” Eli laughs,

“Oh, damn, I’m sorry,” Deryn laughed. “Actually I was born in Pennsylvania but mom got offered a tenure when I was six.”

“I’ve lived in Ohio my whole life.” 

Deryn put a hand on their shoulder, “And for that I’m sorry,” 

Eli laughed. 

“If you could live anywhere in the United States, where would it be?” Deryn asked.

“I don’t know… I like the cold so maybe it’d be nice in one of the Northeastern states.”

“Good one, now, call me cliché but Seattle, the great green north, home of American coffee culture.”

“Never been to Seattle. I’d like to visit there.”

“Same,”

Was a pause for a while, Deryn drinking coffee and sharing snacks with Eli, talking about home and family. Eli looked out the window and watched the city go by as they got closer and closer to the school Eli’s anxiety started picking up again. They pulled Angel back to their lap and aggressively petted her.

“So empath huh… is anyone in this bus as scared as I am?”

“I’m afraid you kind of stood out,” Deryn said, “There’s anxiety but it’s mostly tempered by excitement.” Eli nodded gently, Deryn leaned over, “And that Venusian over there is very high.”

Eli glances over to the huge lizard-like alien that was currently having his drool wiped away by a chubby Asian kid. “high?” 

“Oh yeah, I get a kind of contact-high just focusing on them,” Deryn laughs, feeling a little giddy and excitable like when they’d smoke weed. 

“Wow.” Eli fidgeted a bit. “I’ve been homeschooled for the past few years so… suddenly going to a boarding school far away from my parents is… a lot.”

“Oh, damn I can imagine.”

“Are you nervous at all?” 

“I’m not actually sure,” Deryn laughed a little nervously, “Sometimes in a big crowd it’s hard to tell me-feelings from crowd-feelings.”

Eli’s eyes widened, worry in their mind, “Really? That sounds kinda scary.”

“Well, I am hoping to get some mentoring,” Deryn answered, “Learn to better control it. It’s also easier if I have a ground,” They gently pet Hermes who purred gently, “Like him.”

Eli reached over and pet Hermes as well, “Well crossing fingers we both get better at controlling our powers.”

“Let’s hope so,” Deryn smiled. 

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