Uncommoner's Uncommon Undesireables

[Uncommoner]

Name: Ellian 'Eli' Bower, Aka Agro

Age: Nineteen

Gender: Male

Appearance: Nothing special or spectacular. A little over average height at 6'1'', with the athletic build of a sprinter drawing to long arms and legs. Brown eyes are always guarded, and hair of the same hue is close cropped and trimmed tight to stay simply styled. A straight year of struggle and strife has left him toned and lean, subtle strength easily seen in the sturdy set of his deceptively simple appearance.

Personality: He was always the quiet and unassuming sort in school. Calm, reliable, a bit stand-offish but a good-hearted guy who was well-liked by everyone. Since discovering his abilities his normal distance and natural insecurities made his shy streak worse, and being so different from 'normal' citizens never helped at all. A hopeless introvert who is more likely to criticise himself over anyone else, a year spent surviving on the mean streets of senseless thugs hasn't done anything to boost his sense of self-confidence as much as others would think. Still, a straightforward mindset and unshakable resolve guarantees that in times of crisis he's as strong as the stone he sculpts to his will. Just don't be surprised to see him second guessing his every move after everything is already over.

Abilities: Terra-kinesis. Ellian commands mastery over the very earth and stone that surrounds him, shifting and sculpting it as if it were alive and imbuing it with his own will. Constant practice and application has increased his amount of control to expand his reach into the earth almost twice as far as before (two-hundred feet or so now). Able to read the vibrations fed into his feet from the world under them, Ellian is able to stay aware of anything that keeps contact with solid ground. Man-made composites are unnafected by his will, leaving him unable to control anything more complex than natural iron-ore: steel and even more complicated composites are beyond him.

Small bio: Thinking he failed his team to an unforgivable degree Elian disappeared into the thick forests surrounding Shadow Pines, his original home. Bit by bit the city lost more and more of itself to the powerful underworld factions vying for control despite his effective efforts to single-handedly stem the flood. Finally he was forced to flee and sought shelter in Eden, the closest and largest city. Thinking that the sprawling metropolis would be free from the turmoil he left behind at Shadow Pines, it didn't take long for trouble to crop up and deposit him right in the path of an old and very fond friend.

[PS: Ellian hails originally from posted storylines on RPGuild and TWB. He's just recently been dusted off, and still needs a little polishing.]

[Uncommoner]

Name: Darius Corban

Thread: Chaotic Anatomy

Age: 20

Appearance: Fair skinned, short blond hair, and blue eyed. Darius appears every inch the blue-blood high-born he in fact is. Tall and lanky and somewhat frail of figure (6'1'', 165 lbs), his plain features and mild-manner prevent him from standing out in most crowds. High cheekbones and somewhat severe features are softened by a flawless complexion paled to porcelain, as if the sun itself rarely lands on bare skin. Clothing is rugged and functional with pocket-stuffed cargoes and thick combat boots protecting his legs and feet. An expensive jacket boasts micro-fiber armor weave for basic protection against impact trauma, while a polarized visor always rests over his pale eyes.

Weapon: Two 9mm Spitfire Auto-pistols. Prone to jamming and difficult to repair, the weapons are nevertheless light enough to dual-wield and are capable of emptying their eighteen round clips in under three seconds. Of course, Darius' skill demands a 'spray-and-pray' approach to fire fights.

Class/Ranking: EN, Ghost

Personality: Quite down to earth and grounded, with a surprising amount of mental clarity for a Ghost. Always one to look well before he leaps, the kid's attentions to minute and minor details rivals the nit-picking standards of most OCD plan-packers. This leaves him calm and collected in almost any situation to the point of being laconic and apathetic. Dont be fooled, a sense of humor sits in there somewhere. Deep inside.... Deeeeeeeep.

History: As opposed to most slum-born Ghosts of similar ability, Darius' family hails from Krew's upper crusts. His parents were both loyal and well-influenced supporters of NA's activities, his father an established business-owner and his mother a public official. Darius himself was really quite normal. Average student, no record's of delinquency, and an utterly bland report about any natural aptitude for skilled tasks. Then puberty hit, and it all went to shit. Darius' superhuman abilities began to manifest in swift and powerful ways, and it was impossible to hide the boys budding abilities from the NA's eyes. What started as an effort to recruit the boy into the NA's organized ranks dissolved into violence and disorder; his parent's reluctance to encourage their son's 'unnatural arts' was viewed as dissent ion by harsh para-military officials, and both were targeted to be removed as obstacles. Agents ruthlessly killed both mother and father in a single night raid to snatch the young man, but Darius managed to not only evade capture but did so with much of his family's assets intact. These resources were hidden throughoutt the city and now help fund his bid to punish those responsible. Encore offered the perfect opportunity, and even more so he found a surprising kinship with their goals and efforts after being welcomed within their specialized ranks of Ghost operatives. He stays there now, always eager to offer his special skills for the cause.

Ghost Ability/Side Effect: Conduction. Darius can focus his will to reach into and concentrate the myriad electrical impulses and residuals of Krew and bring them to bear as he sees fit. Anything from open ports to left-over static discharge can be called and controlled, and such surges can be cast about his body or even thrown short distances to strike multiple nearby targets'. Of course, controlling such things always unbalances the natural electrical activity of his poor changed brain. Epileptic seizures and sensory loss is quite normal, and the severity of such attacks hinges on the boys dependency on his power.