#lnaintro

Bio:

Rene’s story is a rather simple one. He has a dad, a mom, and an older sister. They are happy, healthy, and love each other deeply. The only thing that ever made Rene of any notes was the two splotches of vitiligo that ran parallel on his back. 

Rene has always been rather shy and a bit guarded. Walking around he almost always kept his headphones in, listening to mostly classical music and instrumentals. 

As is typical with those who are shy and have little friends, Rene is one of the warmest, softest, most loyal people you’ll know once you actually know him. 

He also has one of the softest voices ever??? Like it’s a little low and always a little whispered and soft and raspy? (If you’ve ever heard Aubrey speak you know what I mean).

Rene’s always kind of been drawn to water. He likes the way that it settles. You can find him sitting on the shore or walking back and forth over bridges any time he’s not in class. He’s not really a swimmer, just a watcher of the waves. 

He tends to not really make eye contact--or he makes too much of it. He also tends to keep his voice rather neutral/deadpan. He does have some humor to him, but it’s usually the kind where your voice stays dry and you say something unexpected and then smile after just enough of a beat. 

One day when Rene was eighteen, he was walking across a bridge--music in of course--when a man came barreling by, clutching a purse. A woman was sprinting after him, not too far behind. Not really thinking, Rene reached out to stop the purse-snatcher, but the guy just pushed Rene over the edge of the bridge. As he was plummeting towards the far, far away water, Rene suddenly became very content with the fact that he was about to die. It wasn’t that he was suicidal. He wasn’t, at all. He more just accepted his fate, since there really wasn’t anything but make your peace when you’re plunging head-long into water that’s about to feel like concrete. 

Except that Rene never hit the water. Through no act of his own two brilliant, white, shining, feather-y wings sprouted from his vitiligo marks on his back and he was flying. No impact, but all the shock. Awkward and clumsy, Rene flapped his wings just enough to splash into the water without any harm done. The wings disappeared, and the marks that were once just splotches now looked liked white tattoos of angel wings. No one else in his family had powers, so it was a little confusing to the boy, but not too concerning. He left the marks alone and the wings only came out when he needed them most. A year later he got an invitation to attend the Academia. 

All of the divisions seemed far too grand for a simple guy like Rene, so he went with the Civilian Integration Division. Lately, he’s been thinking of becoming an EMT or first responder, using his wings to get him to emergencies and accidents faster than a vehicle ever could. 

He doesn’t really try all that hard with his abilities. He’s still just barely grasping them. 

Wanted connections:

Close friend

Childhood friend

Work out buddy/someone he trains with

Ex-flame or one-sided crush or something???

Enemies (maybe he doesn’t agree with their treatment of others or lifestyle and they think he’s just all high and mighty?)

Someone who pushes him with his abilities, trying to make him better/try harder

Someone who is annoyed by him/who annoys him?

Someone who just wants to break him out of his shell bc he’s so short and shy with them and their like come on! Alt: someone who gets him out of the house (so to speak)

What’s up everybody? This is my boy Ethan Bridge, brooding Winter gear aficionado! Sorry for this intro being kind of long. I’m down to plot, just like this post and I’ll message you and we can figure something out! Or feel free to assume connections if you’d like whenever we interact.

Ethan’s rather relaxed. A tad bit anxious deep down due to the nature of his powers, but has now become a kind of go-with-the-flow guy ever since arriving at the Academy. He’s calculated and cautious, if only because he’s had an incident (below) that caused him to spiral out of control with his powers. As such, he likes to wear huge clothing that covers his skin and dislikes being the center of attention. At the end of the day he’s a loyal friend.

Ethan grew up in a relatively well-off home in upstate New York, born into a bubble of middle class privilege. The first eighteen years of his life were particularly uneventful and uninspired. There’s not much Ethan can reflect on in his childhood that he can decisively say changed him or left a mark. His parents loved him, he had a couple of good friends, and everything seemed to be going well for him. In fact, looking back, everything that happened before he got his powers almost seems to be a blur.

And so it happened one day of senior year one uneventful weekend. Ethan just split into two identical copies of himself, both under his control, both him, staring down at one another. It freaked him out at first, as would that to anyone, and the panic began to settle on him. Panic turned to multiple things. Intrigue, disappointment, excitement, to name a few. Some of his friends, ones that were lucky enough to have them, had gotten cooler powers: elemental control, speed, strength. And here he was, finally with a power of his own. So it was duplication that he was stuck with. There’s not much Ethan can say about duplication. He never used it for pranks or wrongdoing, but it did come in handy for managing multiple tasks and the pressures of being an eighteen year old. Still, even with self-duplication, his life was rather uneventful, and continued to be so up until around college. He’d enrolled in a small, private liberal arts university studying Sociology nearby and continued on with his life.

Sometimes he wishes it was just just duplication. But as he matured, so did his powers, and then came the unrest. It happened one day as he was hanging out with a group of his friends getting dinner. They gave him hugs, did their handshakes, and all let out a scream as one by one they turned into him. In his group of five friends, all of them looked exactly like him. And it didn’t stop there. They, too, touched and interacted with other people, and those people started turning into him. Soon, chaos ensured as the halls of that small, private university was filled with people who looked exactly like Ethan, all terrified and confused. The entire campus was quarantined for a day until they could figure out what was going on.

By the next morning, a little over twenty-four hours after the incident, everyone woke up as themselves, back in their own bodies and ready to continue on with their lives. But the incident would go down as the Ethapocalypse, and forever changed how everyone thought about him. Every time someone so much as touched his skin or, God forbid, touched his fingerprint on a cup or plate he had left his DNA on, they would turn into him. His normal, run-of-the-mill life had been turned upside down almost instantly, and he withdrew into himself, feeling anxious at the thought of even seeing his face in a reflection. Ethan quit school to move back home in hopes of working on controlling his powers.

Things seemed almost hopefully for a bit. He lived a reclusive life interacting very cautiously, always wearing outerwear that covered his skin and anything that could cause people to turn into him. So when the Headmasters reached out to him, explaining that they could help control his powers, he was more than elated. Ethan gladly took the offer to attend Lusus Naturae under the control division to help contain and sharpen his control over his powers while continuing his studies.

Aiden accepted a scholarship for Stanford and was ready to finally start a life as far away from his tiny and backwards hometown as possible.  His family even planned on moving out to California with him.  It would be good for him, healthy for him.

It was a week and a half before graduation when it happened (he only had one more final to complete).  He was walking the family dog when four bullies came out of nowhere.  Aiden remembered a lot of pain as they punched and kicked him, eventually curling up in an attempt to protect himself.  Then nothing.

When he came to, he was trapped in his mind, a world of darkness.  Every now and then, voices would enter into his mind, then leave as soon as they came.  No matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t escape.  Finally, after three and a half long weeks, his eyes finally opened.  That’s when the voices fully started.  Any time someone would come in the room, he’d hear them speaking, even if their mouth wasn’t moving.

He had no idea what was going on.  He thought he had gone crazy.

When he was finally cleared to go home, Aiden hid away in his room.  He took notice to the fact that the pain killers that they gave him for the rest of his damages kept the voices at bay.  It started him down a dark path where he became dependent upon them to even function.  Even then, it was a limited level of functioning.

Over a year after “the incident,” he received a letter.  For all he knew, it could have been a hoax, but the promise of a quiet brain had him intrigued.  As soon as he stepped foot on the grounds, it felt as though his brain finally quieted down a bit.  The interview went well and he was accepted.  As soon as that patch was placed on him, his world went quiet.  For the first time in over a year, the only voice in his head was his own.

she grew up in a rather loving home. her parents were polar opposites and had every means to live a luxurious life but instead decided not to and stay humble. her mother was a lawyer and her father a doctor. 

devon came out as transgender when she was 16 but didn’t start to hrt until she was 20. her parents just wanted her to wait until she knew for sure. they didn’t understand what had happened but they loved their daughter regardless.

devon is always on the go. she often has a hard time sitting still for too long and finds herself consistently trying to keep active on something.

her parents always had a hard time with her in school as she isn’t one who can sit and listen to a lecture for too long. 

however, art has always been something to call to devon. she loves to sculpt and she loves to draw. 

one day during her senior year of high school, she was finishing sculpting a bowl for her mother when someone scared her from behind, trying to play a prank on her and she ended up screaming and accidentally destroying her bowl but what was surprising was that the pieces that came undone were ice.. not clay. 

it was then that she discovered her ability to being able to freeze things. devon thought this was the coolest thing but it seemed she had no control of when it happened. nor how to stop it. 

soon after graduating high school, her letter came in the mail and she accepted. 

devon is an eager learner but again, she has trouble staying still for so long. 

What is your full name? Do you have a nickname (if so, who calls you this)?

“Uh... my name is Kaleb Livingston Korvick. I guess if I had any nickname it would be Kay but only I call myself that. I spent quite a bit of time not having a name so....” 

Who are/were your parents? (Their names, birthplaces, occupations, personalities, etc.)

“I dont know. I was put up for adoption really early on and spent a lot of uh my childhood in foster homes. Basically up until my powers were found out and I was taken in by... well by less than nice individuals that saw me as a weapon.”

What are your powers? How did you use them?”

“It’s called command inducement. Uh.. to put if simply, I can manipulate people to my will with a few choice words and eye contact. If I can’t make eye contact and speak, I can’t do anything but if I can... well, let’s just say that it becomes very easy to control you and you would want to do what I suggest.” 

On what occasions do you lie?

“Uh... when it will benefit me the most. I like manipulation better but most people dont realize they are being manipulated so it makes it really easy.” 

How much schooling have you had?

“I went to public school up until I was taken in. I dont believe what that man did for me was adoption. You dont adopt a tool to use. After I became in his care, I uh... was homeschooled. I read a lot when I was allowed and I learned a lot through listening to people that came in and out.”

Did you enjoy school? If not, why did you struggle?

“I didnt really enjoy it. I always felt like I was held back or stunted in some way. Not because I think im more intelligent than others but because sometimes it felt like everyone else around me had solved a problem that I didn’t even have on my test sheet. It was hard being around others growing up. I didnt feel like I really fit in or... or that I was meant to.”

When and where were you the happiest?

“In libraries... with books. I felt like I understood books where I don’t really understand people. I know how to manipulate... make things that work for me but a lot of that can be chalked up to my powers. But books are simple.” 

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

“Getting away... though it seems now that I traded one prison for another. One blindfold for another though this one is incredibly harder to get rid of.” 

What is the most evil thing you have ever done so far?

Bio: 

At first glance, Timsy might be described as shy and quiet. One could find her sitting off to the side, alone. Though, if you only approached her, she would open up quite easily and wonderfully. She’s passionate and witty and could make you laugh until your sides hurt. She can also give you some of the most shocking quips you could imagine. Her problem is just being able to approach people. 

She’s the type to mutter sarcastic, salty comments under her breath--or to the friend sitting next to her--but the second she has to stand in front of the class or present something she really thinks or believe in...she loses all feeling in her hands and her voice shakes like a a broken bridge in high wind. 

Overthinks basically everything. Is horribly paranoid about overburdening people with her presence or being too clingy/needy that she can pull away really quickly and you won’t hear from her for days. She only ones up just enough to make you think you’re close with her. She often feels like no one really knows her at all. 

Used to be teased for being “fat.” Her last name, sounding close the the Winnie the Pooh creature Heffalump, made elephant and such jokes easy pickings. Informing other that Häfele really meant “little pot” in Schwäbisch didn’t really help her case. 

Nowadays she goes back and forth between feeling big and thinking “screw you society” for intoxicating her brain with that (wrong) line of thinking. 

Her ability is adoptive muscle memory. That means she can see someone do something once and her body will automatically know how to do it perfectly. Seeing a real life person do it is the best way for her abilities, but while at the Academia they’ve learned hyper-realistic animation or believable movie clips could work as well. 

Her power is something that give her insecurity. Her body knows how to do all these awesome things without an effort--but that’s sort of the problem. She didn’t really earn any of it. 

She’s a bit wishy-washy about her division. Could she really cut it as a spy? Would she crumbled under the pressure? The Academia thought she would go for recover missions. sneaking into places...sneaking files and taking recovering what was taken. She could do all sort of things with her body that could get her past all sorts of security. Moving past lasers, lowered down on a rope from open windows...all those things you see in spy movies that require precise body movement...she could do it all perfectly. 

That’s all I got for now lol

Connections:

Friends

Someone who just kind of like...notices she’s holding things back and tries to dig deeper?

Gossip buddies (she can’t help herself)

Star-gazing buddies

Someone that gives her the same vibes as her old bullies (popular, confident, arrogant, smirking) so she (probably unfairly) dislikes them

Practice buddies (they practice their abilities together. (Maybe they have some kind of projectile ability so they shoot and she dodges)

Pen-pals (either from pre-Academia or they became pen-pals while there and don’t know who the other is. They use pen names)

Collector/hoarder buddies? Timsy has a habit of starting collections (rocks, gems, dice, dollhouse things, stickers, etc.). This person does the same and they just show each other their collections and get happy for the other

hi friends! I will be at work when this shindig officially gets started so I just wanted to pop in and say hey! im josh and im very excited to go on this adventure with y’all! consider this my inquiry to plot! my messages are always open so come thru!

You can find a few bullet points about malcolm’s life and powers  here. Until i finish writing up everything.

And just a few connection ideas here! (Feel free to hit me up with anything not on that list)

Just a few personality traits of Malcolm

Very dramatic at times, but for the most part level headed and logical.

Generous and giving. Loves giving gifts to everyone for any reason.

Non confrontational, and passive but definitely can hold a grudge 

Loves pastries.

Couldnt care less about pronouns, “Call me whatever you want just dont call me ugly.”

LOVES pet names “Doll.” “Honey.” “Darling.” “Sweetie.”

The entire life of Alessia Benigni was laid out before she was able to babble, with her mother being a world famous socialite who took the world by storm with her beauty and her father the CEO of a huge company and a dirty one at that, fame and fortune was expected for her as well. Her older brother was of course set to inherit the company and take over as CEO, while she was pressured into beauty pageants and debutante balls. It was all part of the plan. She was a pawn, a pretty little doll in their eyes. She was raised on the traditions and expectations of anyone in her circumstance, but always, she’d longed for more. But, alas, with little contact beyond the house staff and the private tutors, she eventually allowed herself to become what her parents desired. At least, in their presence. It’s what got them off her back and gave her more breathing room, breathing room to discover more. 

Little did she know of her father’s secret gift and that she would soon find herself with a gift as well and that would turn the tables drastically. But it did. Once her father figured out she too held the gift, her older brother was pushed to the side and she became the new favorite. Learning more and more of her father’s secrets in turn, she was thrilled to be his right-hand woman. She found empowerment in using her abilities to persuade others into making the right choice, or at least, what she believed was the right choice. After all, why would her father steer her in the wrong direction? Years down the line, her powers only blossomed more and more.