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❛ i exist too much, i feel too much,
think too much. reality is crushing
the life out of me
INTRODUCING RYU HANBYUL, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF TELEPATHY.
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) kind, captivating, earnest
(–) overtrusting, insecure, clumsy
BACKGROUND
i.
here is a boy swatched in gold- the world at his fingertips.
ii.
ryu hanbyul is born in the dead of winter: a frail little thing, two months too early, but with a surprisingly strong set of lungs to make up for any future health complications he might end up with. he comes out kicking and screaming, red in the face, and it makes his father’s lips flatten in displeasure before his features smooth into an impassive gaze. despite being a wailer in the beginning, he’s quite the docile boy. perhaps a little too soft and lacking the proper bite needed to survive in a world like this, but he doesn’t consider it to be problem. that is, until he realizes that he’s destined to become the heir to a corporation he could care less about instead of his darling older sister. it doesn’t make any sense to him. she handles everything with far more grace than he ever could, like she was meant for it. her back held taut and eyes looking straight ahead- his own, slouched and looking anywhere but here.
his father’s expectations weigh on him far too heavily to even try to refute it. his critical eyes pinprick the back of hanbyul’s neck as he sits down with private tutors, trudges through the arduous piano lessons, and reads about a culture steeped in tradition. in summary, he learns how to be the perfect son and more.
it’s overwhelming and exhausting, but he should be happy because he has everything he could possibly want.
( what he truly wants is to be able to live his own life, and that’s the only thing his father can’t give him. )
iii.
the minute he rolls out of bed, something feels off. a low buzz sits at the base of his skull, and everything sounds muted. his mouth is dry and he aches all over, but he chalks it up to the onset of a cold, or maybe a mild flu, and doesn’t think that anything is amiss until he takes a step inside of school. almost immediately, it’s like he has been hit by the invisible force of a freight train. or at least, his head has. it’s the sort of agonizing, splitting pain one would associate with a migraine, and it comes literally out of nowhere. a swarm of thoughts begin to rattle inside his head, each one louder than the last.
he must look like an idiot standing in the middle of the hallway, a total deer in the headlights, so he all but hurries to the nearest bathroom stall to lock himself in and tries to fight the urge to vomit. the headache dulls into a bearable throb. the thoughts that aren’t his lessen, no longer fighting for his attention.
with shaky hands he takes out his phone to tap a quick message to his noona: something’s wrong with me. help.
in the heat of the moment, it’s inconsequential that he doesn’t know where exactly he stands with his older sister at times. there was no one else in the world he would go running first to other than her.
iv.
they become best friends through sheer force and hanbyul’s dogged persistence. he hasn’t quite managed to find the right frequency for tuning out other people’s thoughts completely. especially when they get too loud. so he ambles up to the other boy with a crooked grin ( the real one, not the practiced one ) and says, “hey! you’re trying out for the soccer team, right? let’s practice together.”
he doesn’t expect it to fall apart so quickly. hell, he didn’t expect for it to fall apart at all.
the thing is, he’s not even mad about it. who would be, when your best friend saves your life? his extended stay at the hospital is just a small blemish- because his heart is still beating and that is a miracle in itself. the doctors tell him that he’s lucky, and he’s got the scars to prove it. thin fractals of puckered pink flesh that go out and fade into tendrils.
so it kind of hurts that he never bothers to visit and laugh at the dumb jokes he cracks that the nurses can only smile politely at as they fluff his pillow. it’s not the same.
he can do the practiced smiles, the manners fit for a prince, the words that run smoothly off his tongue. but pretending not to care, he thinks, is someting he’ll never manage to perfect.
v.
home is where he’s hanging precariously on a precipice and doesn’t know how to let go. compared to home, gumi is a breath of fresh air he didn’t know he desperately needed. hanbyul is a natural disaster in the making, barely contained at the edges.
sure, he doesn’t get to study what he wants. he still attends business meetings with his father and has to hide how bored he is at all of it. but when he doesn’t make it into his father’s desired legacy, all the man does is sigh and shake his head. the disappointment in his voice is palpable when hanbyul finally works up the courage to tell him.
maybe falling will be easier than expected. all he needs to do is take the plunge.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
TELEPATHY is the ability to mentally receive and transmit information. it involves being able to read, communicate with, or manipulate one’s thoughts.
— through mind reading, he can predict his opponent’s attacks before they even have a chance to occur. during this time frame, he is able to react quickly and put his team and himself out of harm’s way. this allows him to always be five steps ahead of everyone else and is useful as a strategist.
— he is able to implant false thoughts inside a person’s head. they must comply with his demands or what he asks for as long as it is simple and straight to the point. once done, the person will shake out of their stupor and realize that the impulsive thought was not done out of their own free will.
— although his power is primarily a defensive one, he is able to project psionic bolts of energy to overload a person’s mind. this does not cause any physical damage, but rather mental, knocking them unconscious.
WEAKNESSES —
— the thoughts of other people are always constant; as a result, his power does not work well in large crowds because he can easily get overwhelmed by being overridden with too much information. while he is able to tune out most people’s thoughts, it becomes increasingly difficult when there are a large amount of people near his vicinity.
— he needs to be within 25 feet of another person in order to use his power on them. subsequently, while he is able to filter through several peoples’ thoughts at once, he can only focus on one person at a time if he wants to manipulate their mind specifically, whether it is through illusions or another one of his tricks. because this requires concentration, he leaves his own body vulnerable to attack.
— more passive applications of his power can be used for longer without any obvious strain, but the ones that require his imagination or projections can only be done for up to three hours before fatigue sets in.
— those with physic shield or immunity are impervious to his power. likewise, mindless beings such as monsters do not have thoughts that can be read, and can only be subjected to the more offensive aspect of his power. as of now, he is only able to use his telepathy on other humans.
DID YOU KNOW?
looks like a total idiot, but is actually in the top of all his classes.
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❛ want to feel alive outside but i can’t fight my fear.
INTRODUCING AHN SUNGJIN, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF PSIONIC ENERGY MANIPULATION.
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) kind, loyal, quick-witted
(–) distant, low self-esteem, late
BACKGROUND
tw: abuse, death, hints of bullying, suicide
on the first page of a black, well-loved journal:
“to innie”
“if found, please immediately return to ahn sungjin”
//below is some of the important excerpts of said journal
mirror;
remember the monsters you were scared of innie? the monsters you swore lived inside our closet?
well, my eyes caught a glimpse of the reflection of a monster today.
a monster who was colored in hues of blues and purples, a monster who screeched in a deafening cry for help yet no sound was heard, a monster who was starting to fall apart in its seams beyond tired to try and put itself back together.
i wish you were here innie. who’s going to stop the punches dad throws? who’s going to tend to the cuts and bruises? who was going to put hyung back together now?
i’m scared innie. i’m scared because the more i look in the mirror, the more tell myself, the more i ask myself –
i’m not me, who are you?
hellevator;
have you seen mom innie? is she proud of me, just as much as you were of me?
i guess not, especially if she saw you. knowing what i’ve done to you.
i wish i could be with you guys instead, it would probably be much better there with both of you than here. at least there, may be i’d be met with laughter, hugs, and kisses – here it’s all just been curses, punches, and aches.
i don’t blame dad though, i deserve it. i deserve it all, all the stabbing words, all the fists thrown, all the pain that fills me up.
now that you’re gone
there’s nothing for me, nobody really cares about me.
m.i.a;
i miss you innie. i miss you so much.
i dreamt of you again, no, not a dream, it wasn’t a dream, it was a nightmare – a nightmare of that day.
dad thinks of you fondly, aloud even. he tells me you were smart, you were good-looking, you were his true heir – you were just great in everything you did innie. he tells me that he loved you so much, tells me that you were his favorite, tells me that it should’ve been me instead.
i couldn’t agree more innie, i’m sorry for what i did, it was my fault it should’ve been the bad seed, it should have been the disappointment, it should’ve been me instead.
you had so much ahead of you but because of me that was all cut short.
ah i’m crying again, but really when have i not?
i miss the little squeak in your voice when you get excited, i miss your hugs that keep me warm when i couldn’t sleep, i miss you telling me:
“take it easy and try not to think of the useless stuff.”
insomnia;
i can’t seem to fall asleep, no matter how hard i tried. this will be one of those nights were i sneak into your bed innie. you’d open your arms immediately to hold me, without hesitation and any hint of anger for waking you up, then you’d sing me to sleep. those nights were just the best nights of sleep i ever could have.
funny how i’m 7 minutes older yet i am the baby between us haha should i start calling you hyung, innie?
i’m trying to sing that song now as i hug myself to sleep tonight but it’s not the same.
when the dark night makes everyone sleep, when the fall asleep i can’t sleep because of so many thoughts.
voices;
innie i’m starting to believe them.
what have i done?
i should just end it all, give in, just as they say i should.
i’m starting to believe that i really did that to you. that i’m a killer, that i’m a murderer, that i’m a monster. i’m starting to believe everyone around me. there’s so many voices, i promise i’ve been trying to shut them out. tonight, however, it’s not working.
i can’t hear your voice any more innie, your voice that tells me to break free from the others inside my head. these voices, they’re just so many…
at some point, i only started to hear these nagging sounds.
4419;
innie, i’m at the back of the bus we always ride to get home. we had so much memories on this bus, didn’t we? can you believe that after all this time, our names that we wrote with that cheap marker is still here crystal clear. i should really get one of those before the semester starts.
oh, you’re probably wondering where i’m off to huh?
remember that school? the school for people like me? you were so persistent that i go there once we graduate, so i could learn more about how to use my powers. i’m on my way there now to get settled. i didn’t really plan on it but then i was cleaning our room then i stumbled upon the application you neatly filled up for me – you’re really sneaky huh? well i sent them the application along with my portfolio. they seemed to like my work and i got accepted in their traditional arts program.
i’ve never seen dad so happy innie, that was a first ever since… ugh i shouldn’t be thinking about that…
anyway, dad was so happy innie ‘cause finally he can get rid of me. about time, he said. don’t worry innie, i’m not sad. i’ve long grown to live with it, just like you said “take it easy and try not to think of the useless stuff”.
so i am. i will be better, i promise to do my best for you innie. i promise with my whole heart, i will make you proud.
someday, again at the same place, i dream we will meet again.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
psionic energy manipulation
sungjin is gifted with the ability to create, shape, and manipulate psionic energy produced by the mind with his hands. the boy being able to wield it in its most physical forms. sungjin’s powers manifest in a glowing red mist much like clouds of smoke.
applications:
psi-energy influence
by channeling and manipulating psi energy in any shape or form, he is able to gain influence and control over its physical form. some basic uses of it are psionic energy attacks in form of blasts, beams, bolts, and the like. also, not to forget his favorite, psychokinetic influence where he is able to shape psionic energy around matter and control its movement. this is where sungjin is most trained and experienced in.
psi-energy flyrogenesis
a defensive ability wherein he can generate a shield of psionic energy to protect him and others from external, physical harm.
psi-detect
everyone has their own personal psionic energy in them and sungjin has found that he is able to feel them – sometimes it’s a smell, sometimes it’s a color. they’re so individual, he, himself, can’t describe how they feel for certain, he just knows they’re there. weirdly however, he feels drawn to them, he feels attracted to them, like a shark smelling a hint of blood in the vast waters. when he knows the person very well and has been with them for long, he’ll be able to figure out who they are just by the feeling of their psionic energy.
psi-phoning
the boy is able to draw out psionic energy from his subject (as long as it is capable of thinking) and use it for his own. sungjin fears this ability and avoids using this ability the most because of the haunting memory he has of it. With the terror strung into it, his siphoning ability has wired itself to bring sungjin even more dread. more often than not, when he uses this ability it somehow transports him back to his nightmares so vividly, so clear that it would seem it was just happening inside his head. this realm is of his own making, his own personal hell – everything was in hues of red; dark, and grim.
psychic shield
due to the boy’s subconscious desires to be guarded and closed off from most, if not all people, his psionic energy was able to cocoon his mental self and become resistant to mental intrusion. this does not mean sungjin’s completely immune to intrusion of the mind, the intruder will just need to exert more effort than normal.
(before getting into gumi, sungjin had no knowledge of this ability whatsoever because he had not come in contact with anyone who had been gifted with powers, more so gifted on intruding the mental psyche. another interesting fact that the boy doesn’t know is that it is the first ability to ever manifest from his gift.)
WEAKNESSES
law of equivalent exchange
theorized by his brother (due to immense obsession with anime and immense smartass-ness), this is the most important limitation that circulates his ability. in his brother’s words, “to be given influence over psionic energy, something of equal value is sacrificed in return.”
at first sungjin had no idea what his brother meant, nor did he think it made any sense. however, as the boy’s understanding over his powers grew, he knew his brother was right.
basic examples:
compare him boosting a person of average weight up for 3 seconds and lifting the same for 10 seconds. he would certainly need to use more energy for the latter than the former.
barriers of smaller sizes are able to better to withstand forces acting upon them compared to a shield with a larger area.
to use other’s psionic energy for his own, the intensity of its use needs the same energy from its owner. if sungjin is not careful enough it could lead in leaving none left for the owner which could cause serious harm.
mental strength and mental state
sungjin’s powers greatly depends on his mental strength and mental state as well. if he pushes himself over the edge it could cause him physical and mental backlash (e.g. being knock back in result of impact, nose bleeds, headaches, and fainting). if the boy mental state isn’t in good condition he could easily lose control over it and not just harm himself but those around him as well.
peek-a-boo, i feel you
the psionic energies sungjin feels vary from person to person and not all the time linked to the owner. he can feel the color yellow but the owner may think nothing of it or could just correlate with how bright they are as a person. but for him to clearly be able to tell them a part he must know them well and/or have been with them for a significant amount of time. others just feel vague and unclear, sometimes he just senses that feeling of being drawn to them.
to hell with it
sungjin can only draw out psionic energy by letting his hand/s touch the subject or hover within a maximum distance of 5 inches, any farther and he won’t be able leech of off their psi-energy. though siphoning this type of energy empowers sungjin, he’s not able to hold on to it for long. when latched too long onto psionic energy that is not of his own, his body rejects it and results in a very destructive backlash a psionic energy blast. the longer he tries to keep it in him, the more dangerous and destructive the backlash is to him and to those near him.
it’s in your hands
a very significant physical flaw in his power is that sungjin’s hands play a huge role in directing the flow of psionic energy. if his hands were bounded or restrained in a way that prohibits him from moving them at all, renders the boy useless and unable to use his powers.
range
sungjin can direct psionic energy as long as it is in his clear line of sight. sungjin needs to focus and know where he plans on directing his powers. his offensive attacks however are more potent the closer the opponent is. around the 500 ft mark, his attacks could still pack quite a punch but more than that it would noticeably be weaker. the farther the attack travels the lower the clout.
variables to remember
there are no distinguishable limits for time, weight, and intensity as it purely depends on how the variables act upon one another. sungjin can hold a full glass of water with ease for a long period of time as long as he focuses, however trying to lifting a car for a mere few seconds can definitely make him crack from strain.
DID YOU KNOW?
sungjin sets an alarm for almost everything and all the alarm tones are various recordings of him shouting at himself.
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❛ i am a cemetery by the moon unblessed
INTRODUCING OKUDAIRA HAYATO, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF SOLAR MANIPULATION.
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) disciplined. stoic. methodical.
(–) strongwilled. resentful. insincere.
BACKGROUND
tw: discipline/abuse/war/violence.
preface.
a modest village sits on the outskirts of okinawa, an islet sheltered from a blanket of forestry. offering little sight to a green canopy up above, the island is lush with vegetation. shimokawa is home to an estimated two thousand inhabitants, resting south off the coast. it’s best known for rich topography and volcanic craters, despite that the island and its residents live in unperturbed isolation.
shimokawa is a sacred haven, been blemished through and through with misconceptions produced by outsiders; those who live amongst the camouflaged gene-capable. they are dubbed as mavericks and unearthly bodies, given the negative connotations as indigenous shamans. technological advances are still in delay, as the civilians and locals residing in shimokawa live with simplicity. modernism goes disturbed, left suspended. answering the unconscious digital machine was taboo. the village of shimokawa has lived in peace for centuries, having marked their last date of civil war in the early 20th century.
act one.
”for as long as the earth has been in orbit, the gene is what separates us from common folk. the privilege of your birth brings upon burdens of generations before you. your slain descendants of air, fire, lightning, ice, light, precognition, and darkness have given you a greater gift, a greater ambition to preserve the sun,” a mentor once preached. an acknowledged, and elder priest. his face is long and dark, as his hands were gnarled with battles told in storytelling. he stood an overwhelming one hundred and eighty-five centimeters, though a centered and wise man he was. he bathes the young boy with cold water in a wooden bathhouse. in a low hum, the mentor sings a time-honored melody as he combs through the toughened knots in your hair. the priest washes you clean until your week’s worth of purification ceases. but for so long, have you fought to avoid cold water baths and the rest of what traditions follow.
your days are spent under the weighted circumstances of rituals: regular purifying, washings with cold water, the importance of loyalty, the practice of your abilities. the best hours of the day was kept for observing testimonies of life, death, rebirth, spirituality, and blood. sitting among the other boys from well-respected manors, you enjoyed playing endurance games. you count the raised wounds from weeks old worth of floggings on your stomach and legs with the sons of other clans of bone and earth before supper. you strayed from discipline as a child, and the amount of trouble you encouraged cost you physical punishment.
the third day out of the week was always your favorite. after intermission was held between instruction, the main training hall was open for hand-to-hand and blade preparation. you arrived well composed. standing at one-seventy-three centimeters tall, sixteen going on seventeen, growing out of last season’s hakama. you’ve always envied the prestigious nomiya nagiko, daughter of a neighboring blacksmith who pushed gratification on his children blessed with evolution. although you were two years her senior, she always had the first hand at swordsmanship.
act two.
you practice alone into the night, so much that the bottom of your heels is worn, calloused. you studied the science following your training with shimazaki and solar energy. to allow your selfishness overrun physical training leaves you with a burn between your eyes. at the roots of where the strange flowers lie writhing in the soil, awakens your motivation. it was night from when you remembered, already grown solemn from years spent in devotion to becoming the okudaira clan’s next officer. authority and rule became highly prioritized.
act three: finale.
the world is a sort of barren wasteland. the land of which that sits abandoned, an empty void. overgrown with dead weeds, almost, as the heart of the village is no more. you enter this territory, unwarned and ungoverned, but will proceed to live under the expectations with the blessings of those of your descent. then, will your temperament change for the better as you age and gather prudence from the elder, much-acknowledged men.
during the silence in december, it was nighttime when the village was up in flames. the shrine was blanketed in snow, and all at once, the moon arose through the thick haze of the fallen temple. the snow continued to hail; falling, falling, and having been cascading, became the spilling of blood. you bite back down on your pride that was steadily flourishing; slowly establishing yourself anew. your honor cannot be broken; you yearned to protect the village and all who coexist. however, with your prioress, you fled to a safe sanctuary of the wind manipulating sisters in the north. the men and young priests and priestesses defend what little was left of their homes and families. you witnessed that the end was approachingㅡ weary that decades of peace, might’ve been near.
a declaration of war is here adopted by long lost brothers who have claimed their vengeance, resentful and weak, no longer with the protection of their superiors. the enemies come with their mortal lives and industrialized weapons of gun and steel. their stances are tall and they move sharp across the fields, now turning into a late, darkened maroon.
with your brothers and sisters, all in congregating manors, do you gather in the cramped understructure beneath the shaken earth. your elders lie on the war-torn terrain to pray for a better tomorrow, for that lives shall be spared.
to gather and be as one during a time of violent conflict, arising from ashes comes a new generation. that even now, there are mental, if not physical scars left behind in disputes against the mortals and your ownㅡ the gene empowered. you’ve learned well that the statement is flawed, not everyone is created equally.
and yet, you still walk the earth with full potential.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
solar manipulation (also known as heliokinesis), is the manipulation of the sun. the sun is regarded as the heart of the solar system, and its wielder holds extensive control provided by force. some of these said skills can allow the mutant to generate, form, and maneuver most of the sun’s properties. part of the sun’s facets include organic nuclear energy, heat, illumination, mass and/or gravitational fields, and magnetic fields.
applications goes as followed.
solar constructs: solar energy can be used to create objects, varying from weapons to more practical structures such as buildings.
solar attacks: energy from the sun can be implemented as projectile attacks, and the intensity of these can be released to the mutant’s liking.
solar manipulation: the practice of bending the sun’s energy, either to create, shape, or manipulate.
WEAKNESSES
the subject is not immune to physical damage from the sun’s rays or energy. he is openly endangering himself regarding skin diseases, eye-related complications and/or injuries caused by heat.
mental stability is highly looked upon when putting various abilities to use. precision, distance, mass, and volume are determined by the subject’s knowledge, and must be rightfully measured when doing so.
self imposed exhaustion/drain (including dehydration, overheating of one’s body, sporadic blindness, etc) can result from consequences such as using too much energy over time or all at once.
constructs (all objects including weapons) created by the sun’s energy can slowly deteriorate if the subject is, but not limited to, present injuries as well as his physical or mental state declining. the result will leave the subject with ultimately no control if fallen unconscious.
the subject’s abilities are rendered useless against an opponent gifted with lunar manipulation.
all attacks/constructs/generations and manipulations are derived from the sun, therefore, the intensity is prone to be stronger during daylight. despite that the sun is still active at night in different parts of the world, it is not directly present in proximity of the subject’s physical location. hence, the potency of the abilities will weaken greatly.
DID YOU KNOW?
instead of eating food being served on campus, he spends extra hours after studying to make his own lunches. really loves to cook and learn how to make new dishes, it’s a peaceful way to pass the time and it takes his mind off the future such as graduation or current ordeals with stress.
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❛ fear makes you the puppet of your enemies.
INTRODUCING LIM YUNSEO, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF THREAD MANIPULATION.
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) decisive, versatile, perceptive
(–) sly, fickle, indulgent
BACKGROUND
i. there’s always a certain type of burden on the first-born’s shoulders. for yunseo, it’s nothing too dramatic except for growing up a little faster than her peers. her parents were busy enough keeping up appearances that they could afford to live where they did. it’s not until she starts school that their finances settle. in the words she overhead her mother whisper to her father: “we made it.” yunseo isn’t quite sure what “making” it entails, but she does appreciate the increase in things, even if her parents still aren’t around much.
ii. mundane is the first real vocab word she learns at age eight that makes her feel fancy, and it’s the perfect word to describe her life. after school, the babysitter picks her up and puts her to bed; in the morning, she sees her parents for breakfast. on weekends, her parents cram as much enrichment into the waking hours as possible, as if to make up for lost time (she appreciates this, for what it’s worth). life-changing is the afternoon when her parents come through the door with a little bundle swathed in pastel pink. she’d understood the concept of getting a younger sibling, but she wasn’t prepared for how fast she’d fall in love with this stranger that her parents had brought home. gaeun, is her name.
iii. as the eldest in her family with parents who were never there, she learns to internalize a lot. that, combined with the self-imposed responsibility of a sibling seven years younger than herself makes yunseo one that watches first, and moves second. she’s people-watched all of her life (her parents, her sibling, her teachers, her peers), only now it’s more than just a hobby. it’s a legitimate way to approach life, and she learns about how people think and react–it’s fascinating.
iv. she’s fourteen when she yawns, raising her hands up for a stretch, and accidentally tugs a ceiling tile down in the middle of class when she sets her hands back down. oops. did i do that?
the first time she really sits down to practice, she uses one of gaeun’s old dolls. after a few hours, she figures out how to form the threads, and after another two, she has the doll running alongside her as she speeds out into the living room to show her family what she can do.
close friends tell her that she’s lucky her powers aren’t flashy, since there’s still a lot of people who still don’t like mutants (the word is said with such disdain, she doesn’t understand). she supposes they’re right, so she learns to practice where no one can see, to craft in secret. her first marionette is just a pet project, until it really isn’t.
v. at eighteen she’s accepted into a regular university; her parents are very proud. yunseo is normal enough to potentially pass her whole life through without exposing herself, but not normal enough where it feels like she’s not living some half-concocted lie. it’s not too long before she’s supposed to start at university when she discovers gumi. soon after–she gets to work. when this second marionette she works on approaches its final state, gaeun looks at it confusedly, and says he looks like death. yunseo takes a step back, and has to agree. jugeum sticks, and yunseo belatedly wonders why her sister wasn’t terrified right away. maybe it runs in the family
vi. she sees the things that the other students can do. being here is like being in a dream–where the abilities are unimaginable, the feats fantastical, and the sheer power contained in one area absolutely overwhelming. in her first week during her first year at gumi, she really doubts herself, that she’s meant to last. she’s caught in a brief period of limbo. not normal enough, but also not…mutant, enough? it’s a weird feeling to put into words, but she’s unsure of whether she should be here until she meets the right people. then–yunseo quickly realizes that there’s a place for her in jaeger, and sooner rather than later, people learn to not underestimate her.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
at its core, thread manipulationis the ability to create and manipulate thin and flexible threads that have the ability to attach to other items.
yunseo creates threads through her fingertips. the threads that yunseo produces are dissimilar to man-made threads, but closer to spider silk as they are a type of protein fiber formed naturally by the user.
in particular, she uses her threads to control a humanoid marionette that she’s spent years crafting. the likeness of the marionette itself is non-specific, but uniquely terrifying in that it has all the correct limbs, but they are skeletal in shape and just the slightest out of proportion, making the marionette stand close to 2.5 meters tall (about 8’).
the main part of its body is draped in various layers of loose, black and grey fabric, worn from years of battery. the face, though usually covered over with the same fabric, is a grotesque patchwork of various horror movie influences (a right eye shape from here, a half smile style from there). made of mostly metal with some laminate wood additions, it is quite heavy and requires eleven threads across both hands to control: two threads on each hands’ thumb & index [8], one on each hand’s middle finger [2], and the right hand’s ring finger [1]; totaling to 11.
at one point, her little sister likened the marionette to death itself, and thus the nickname jugeum has been used to address it (also because yunseo hadn’t thought of a better name since).
jugeum, controlled through the threads, fights in yunseo’s stead utilizing the brute force of its limbs. the figure itself is also used as an intimidation factor due to its unsettling appearance and height, but there are also two short blades attached to either side of jugeum to use as weapons in some battle scenarios. yunseo oftentimes uses jugeum in a combination of offensive and defensive maneuvers as extended periods of time in offense drains her stamina very quickly.
WEAKNESSES
conception: she can control the direction in which the threads move to attach to particular item when they’re created, but during the attachment process the item(s) have to be within a distance of about 2 meters or else the threads will not be able to attach properly.
usage: the threads can, in theory, attach to most things (especially if they are inanimate), but if yunseo does not have enough experience with the item itself, actually moving or controlling the item is difficult. for example, grabbing a pencil from a desk would be easy, but attaching to a person and pulling them from point a to point b would be almost impossible. this is because a lot of factors go into play: how many strings are needed depending on how heavy it is, where to best attach the threads to ensure that the item is securely attached and adequately supported, what finger movements are needed to move it this or that way, etc. this is why she defaults to jugeum as she has years of practice with it.
limitations: currently, each fingertip can form two threads, and both hands are viable to create and manipulate the threads. in total yunseo can create 20 threads, but the more threads used at a time generally means less fine movement control. full movement of jugeum requires 11 threads across both hands.
detachment: she can detach the threads at will, but yunseo tries not to unless absolutely necessary because there is a limit to how many times she can re-form her threads. within a hour each finger can regenerate another thread twice, making a total of three formations (1 initial, 2 reformations).
physical: although the threads are quite sturdy and flexible, they are still capable of being cut and tangled if someone can pinpoint where exactly they are (they are thin, but not impossible to see, especially if one knows what her abilities are).
time limit: simple things like making her marionette move its limbs or walk allow yunseo to use her ability consistently for close to three hours (ex: it walking behind her when going from point a to point b). faster or more demanding movement like running or defensive maneuvers (blocking, recon, etc) net almost two hours, but faster movements such as actual offensive fighting/hand to hand combat drain her stamina much faster, allowing up to 40 minutes. the best tactic is to use a combination of all of these movements in order to prolong ability usage.
range: the threads can be manipulated comfortably from 5 meters away (about 16 feet), but yunseo prefers to control jugeum from about 3 meters away. too far of a distance brings other factors into the mix such as the threads tangling whenever they’re slack, or other people/items coming through the space between yunseo and jugeum and disrupting the connection.
repercussions: overexertion not only brings physical fatigue but also numbness and stiffness in her fingers, and a sharp pain in her wrists.
DID YOU KNOW?
she’s really good at giving haircuts. like, no joke. a trim, bangs, layers? yunseo’s your girl.
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❛ the prince is in another castle.
INTRODUCING SHIN SUYANG, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF DENSITY MANIPULATION.
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) daring / confident / sociable
(–) distrustful / perfectionist / inconsiderate
BACKGROUND
- suyang had lived a rather comfortable life thanks to his parents’ very traditional ‘ boys will be boys’ views
- never really punished when caught, never rewarded when done good things, never had any aspirations or goals in life.
- he lived the dionysus life, only going after things that fed his adrenaline and his fun.
- was pretty popular at school because of that. suyang was that one guy who’d do anything if only you dared him to.
- started using his ability at a rather young age to get away from authority, mostly.
- at around 16, he used it to make good money. he’d sell photos of female students that he secretly took of them in changing rooms, showers, you name it.
- he only stopped after it started being a real business, with reoccurring clients and yada-yada; basically when it became boring. also creepy when teachers would come to him for photos.
- suyang very quickly developed a liking for making his own music. he had no one really to talk to or confide in despite his popularity, and found comfort in music.
- probably the only thing he hasn’t gotten bored of, yet.
- his music had gotten quite some attention, and he started getting invited to private parties.
- …which is where he found the existence of KICK, the drug. he tried it once.
- but very soon turned to selling it, rather. the drug had a much bigger effect on people than his insignificant teen girl photos he used to sell, which is why he stuck to it.
- his ability has tremendously helped him in hiding his stash, especially being in alpha and all.
- suyang believes he’s finally found the lifestyle that’s appropriate for him; one that won’t bore him out of his mind and still feel fulfilling.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
(density manipulation) suyang has the ability to control density. he can manipulate his own or that of non-living objects. basically, he can be lighter than water, or as heavy as a car. because suyang’s been focusing on the lesser dense part of his ability, he has a lot more control going through walls, walking on water or even floating in the air than the opposite.
WEAKNESSES
1. despite suyang being able to control the density of objects and his own self, he cannot that of other human beings. on top of that, he has to have direct physical contact with said objects to be able to use his ability on them. he can only control the density on two objects at a time, with his own body included.
2. if he uses his power for more than a few hours, he’ll lose complete control of it and his body will fluctuate between different densities until he rests completely. that means he’s in danger of going through walls, floors, even people, and has a chance of getting stuck in them for a random amount of time.
3. even if he has more control on lower density, suyang can’t go through objects that are too dense. walls, for example, are fine, but going through the ground, or anything that is thicker than two metres is impossible for him and he might end up getting stuck in there until he can phase out again, which can be dangerous since he could ultimately choke to death if his ability stops working in the middle of a cemented floor.
4. the objects that suyang can control cannot be heavier than what his own ability is able to do. it would take all of his power to manipulate the density of one car, but anything smaller than that he can do two at the same time. and although he may use his ability on a car, it would be too risky to even attempt it.
5. being less dense than normal has its side-effects, like an increase in movement, but also a decrease in strength. suyang has to find other ways to deal damage and be offensive especially in fights, since his own body loses all of its mass and strength when he uses his ability. he could increase his strength by accentuating his density, but it takes him much more energy to do so, which leaves him with none to actually engage.
DID YOU KNOW?
suyang is a huge germaphobe and has perpetual sensory overload.
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CONGRATULATIONS! THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED:
BAE YEONJIN, HELLION MEMBER WITH FEAR INDUCEMENT
BRIAR ROSE MIN, JIWOO, HELLION MEMBER WITH PLANT MANIPULATION
CHAILAI ‘EVER’ SURAMONGKOL, LOTUS MEMBER WITH NECROBOTANY
CHEON JAEIN, LOTUS MEMBER WITH HEALING
CHO TAEJOON, JAEGER INITIATE WITH OSTEOKINESIS
CHOI HYEJIN, JAEGER WITH FORCE FIELD GENERATION
CODY KANG DAEHYUN, ALPHA MEMBER WITH SUPERNATURAL SPEED
HAN JIWON, HELLION VICE CAPTAIN WITH DISINTEGRATION
HARUKAWA MITSURU, JAEGER MEMBER WITH REPLICATION
JANG DANBI, HELLION MEMBER WITH INTANGIBILITY
JI GUNWOO, ALPHA VICE CAPTAIN WITH METAL MANIPULATION
JUNG HARIM, ALPHA INITIATE WITH ELECTROKINESIS
KANG MIYOUNG, LOTUS INITIATE WITH SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH
KIM YEJUN, JAEGER VICE-CAPTAIN WITH ODYNOKINESIS
KIM YESEUL, LOTUS MEMBER WITH TELEKINESIS
KIM YUJIN, LOTUS MEMBER WITH HELLHOUND PHYSIOLOGY
LEE HAYAN, LOTUS MEMBER WITH POISON MANIPULATION
MIN MOONSIK, JAEGER MEMBER WITH MEDIUMSHIP ABILITY
MOON JIYEON, OSPREY VICE-CHAIR WITH LIGHT MANIPULATION
MUN JEYUN, HELLION CAPTAIN WITH OBJECT DUPLICATION
NAM DAEIL, HELLION MEMBER WITH PSYCHIC NAVIGATION
NAM JAEHWAN, ALPHA CAPTAIN WITH PYROKINESIS
NAM JUNSEO JAEGER MEMBER WITH SMOKE MANIPULATION
NOH YEJIN, JAEGER CAPTAIN WITH DRAGON PHYSIOLOGY
PARK SEJUN, JAEGER MEMBER WITH HEMOKINESIS
RYU MAYA, HELLION MEMBER WITH SPIDER PHYSIOLOGY
SONG JAEMIN, JAEGER MEMBER WITH PSIONIC INUNDATION
STACEY CHAN, HELLION MEMBER WITH SIREN SONG
TAK SOLBI, LOTUS VICE-CAPTAIN WITH LIGHTNING BOLT PROJECTION
YAO CHENHUI, JAEGER MEMBER WITH MAGMA MIMICRY
YOO JANGMI, LOTUS MEMBER WITH WING MANIFESTATION
YOON MINA, HELLION MEMBER WITH ACID MANIPULATION
YUE WENYAN, ALPHA MEMBER WITH DISEASE MANIPULATION
ZHOU XIAOLI, ALPHA MEMBER WITH GEOKINESIS
GRAPHICS ARE CURRENTLY IN PROCESS! They will be released slowly over the course of tonight. A link to the discord chat will be posted later on, do look out for it. In the meantime, tag your intros with #rmintro and feel free to get started with plotting! Thank you for your patience and welcome aboard to Real Monsters!
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INTRODUCING NAM JAEHWAN, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF PYROKINESIS
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) intelligent, logical, resourceful
(–) aggressive, ambitious, stubborn
BACKGROUND
5: orphaned; his name came from the nanny who found him by the doorstep. there had been strange occurrences that were seemingly beyond his control. the exhibits: melting ice cream cones at alarming rates, often been told his hands were uncomfortably warm to hold during morning prayers, sporadically reddened skin like a sunburn. the outcome: wary adults, unwarranted gossip, distanced kids ––– quickly realised the initial isolation wasn’t by his choice, but internalising it was.
7: they came donned in black, cliche but necessary, trudging into the premise like an army of soldiers, carrying with them weapons meant for a different purpose and a prominent state of dread. it was a swift process, barely 5 minutes in the principal’s office and the deal was sealed ––– a well-established business relationship over the years that kept the kids blindsided. jaehwan was amongst the group ( yet another batch ) of kids to be adopted, first name off of the roll-call sheet. ( they were afraid of anything that was different. ) some sort of underground faction, some kind of criminals, some form of brotherhood. they were put through training, a sick semblance of survival games ––– to eventually be of use and value ( for what? for who? for why? ). jaehwan found out the hard way that they wanted an heir, a victor, a survivor; someone they could control, something they could weaponise.
11: warzone, blackened scars, broken ribs ––– jaehwan harnessed the extent of his capabilities best in times of desperation. they pushed him to the limits, constantly redrawing boundaries but the gist of it remained: the only way out is through ( winning ).
12: his first impression of the man: he was not what he seemed. all jaehwan remembered of him was polished oxford shoes. don’t look him in the eye was the only instruction he received. the eye contact was completely accidental, heart squeezed tight in throat and he couldn’t breathe ––– a learnt behaviour, yet no one told them why it was so. the man held his gaze, brief but powerful, and frankly jaehwan had never been able to shake this since.
13: they promised a kind ending for the boy. jaehwan reckoned if the boy had been born into a proper family, he would’ve been a sweet summer child, radiant all around and loved. except the fragility of trust and bond was taught in practicality, a concept they’d smashed and grinded into powdered little pieces, pathetic and ever so present. they were pitched against each other ––– an expected scenario though utterly foul ––– either one claimed victory or double the loss; there was no leg room for negotiation and hesitation. it was a battle won but a war lost for jaehwan, sense of achievement crushed with the boy’s bones and jaehwan watched him break. ( “this is no place for failures.” )
15: he bagged the top grades through high school because he was promised a better prospect on things if he did as told. words didn’t mean shit but he bought it all the same, chewed it all up like the hard-to-come-by halloween candies ––– a crooked sense of motivation, an ingrained sense of ambition.
16: it was a gruesome sight. the rest watched in horror as men lifted the boy’s lifeless, crusty body out of the scene, eyes melted out of sockets and the scent of burnt flesh festered ––– to be disposed of, to be marked as another failure, whichever fed their revolting sense of gratification. the man stood from a distance, looking at jaehwan with something akin to admiration, perhaps even pride ( he learnt this: blood is thicker where one so chooses ). brotherhood was a fickle abstraction in the face of an over-glorified honour.
16: his impression of the man was as it had always been: he was not what he seemed. a tender tone with an underlying ambiguity, indecipherable, unpredictable; a man of few words, but the sole mastermind behind the organisation. they held him in high regard, in part fear and in part respect, and jaehwan learnt as he saw. there were changes made following his victories ––– jaehwan was elevated to a different position, possibly for the better, though more likely to be a valuable spawn within a grandiose scheme.
18: he was hailed as the heir, but the bloodbath continued on in another form, elsewhere. the brutality of monster games played right into his cards, stacking odds against opponents and leading them right into their own demise. alpha fed his insatiable ambition, and the rusty taste of victory had never been nearly as fulfilling. if nothing else, the years had hammered into him the realisation that power dictated everything. the incessant pursuit for it should never end, not until he’d reached the crown with his own hands ( heavy on the neck, but it wouldn’t be him that it’d crush ).
22: they thrived on aggression ––– blood-bound, sharp-toothed, rough-edged, building a home amongst young wolves who would swallow the sky; full of vigour, full of strange hope. perhaps there were more to it after all.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
DEFINITION
fire manipulation / pyrokinesis ––– ability to manipulate fire and its properties in various ways. user is able to create, shape, absorb and manipulate the element, the rapid oxidation and combustion process of such, heat and so forth.
applications:
fire generation ––– jaehwan’s able to generate fire (with the right elements present), with control over intensity and temperature. depending on the substances alight, and any impurities outside, the colour of the flame and the fire’s intensity will change accordingly.
heat manipulation / incineration ––– able to generate / manipulate variations of heat, utilising high temperatures to melt or incinerate through palms, reducing things to ashes. essentially, he’s able to burn / scorch / scald / vapourise / incinerate objects or beings by touch. (see limit)
pyrokinetic attacks ––– able to manipulate fire to attack, generally mixed into melee attacks or infused into projectiles. currently he’s capable of fire infusion, fire blasts and fire bullets, and he’s working into other forms of attacks in the meantime.
pyrokinetic constructs –– able to solidify fire into objects / weapons / shields / etc. essentially jaehwan’s able to create items out of flames — as long as these are things he’s seen or can imagine, with a good idea of how it functions. (see limit)
fire negation ––– able to negate fire and most fire-using attacks, stopping their effects via deoxygenation. (see limit)
fire immunity / thermal resistance ––– jaehwan’s immune to his own fire, and under normal circumstances, external flames as well. (see limit)
WEAKNESSES
oxygen is crucial as a comburent, and there (preferably) needs to be sufficient heat in the environment for fire and heat generation to be possible. intensity of flames is also dependent on these two. in an environment where there’s an exceptionally low oxygen supply, this power would be rendered useless.
water / ice elements could weaken his power and under certain circumstances, overpower him, especially if the users of these elements are stronger / the intensity subdues his. goes without saying that he might be rendered useless in extreme cold environments, i.e. north / south poles.
immunity is limited to 1200C temperature wise. anything higher or more intense than that could result in burns and / or other collateral injuries unless flame retardant gloves are used. he also risks being burnt if he comes in contact with any foreign flames (or his own) that exceed the limited temperature.
emotions and adrenaline rushes could result in a surge in intensity and escalating the flames beyond his control. these usually stem from aggression and the overwhelming desire to win in battles / games, or when provoked. keeping himself level-headed during these situations is practically improbable. damages done could exceed his normal capabilities but they’ve almost always backfired on himself as well.
pyrokinetic constructs: mostly restricted to constructing weapons / shields / small objects or structures out of flames, nothing too complicated.
fire negation: depends on the intensity and scale of fire that he’s dealing with. for example, he’ll not be able to do much for a high-rise building that’s been set on fire. this can be trained, however, but it will require a much more refined level of concentration, coupled with control and skills.
incineration: vapourisation is currently a work in progress, unstable and doesn’t always prove effective.
time limit: depending on the scale and intensity, in 1-on-1 combat situations he could go for 2-3 consecutive hours before being physically drained. recuperation periods vary depending on damage done.
firing range: in an ideal / under normal circumstances, fired attacks could reach up to a maximum of 43m (141ft) of distance from him. radius wise he’s able to create a ring of flames that spans up to a maximum of a 5m (16ft) radius.
DID YOU KNOW?
he’s prone to sunburn.
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INTRODUCING YUE WENYAN, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF DISEASE MANIPULATION
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) meticulous, protective, loyal
(–) sarcastic, detached, blunt
BACKGROUND
i. the city never sleeps. it’s sprawling, never-ending, and yue wenyan is just an ant among millions, looking for a way out.
ii. his mother leaves when he’s ten years old. she seems almost half-mad on that fated day; a whirlwind that tears through the closet and leaves destruction in the form of scattered clothing and broken memories. in a hushed tone, she talks of a rich businessman who promises her the world and more, of a man who has the midas touch and can give her everything his father can’t. she packs her bags in a rush, racing against the clock as if time is running out. he doesn’t understand why she’s in such a hurry until she’s actually gone, and then all he’s left with is the cloying stench of her perfume.
iii. this is not a fairy tale, nor does he get his own happy ending. the art of falling apart is one his father knows well. it’s subtle at first and then becomes apparent all at once: bottles of alcohol are his new best friend, and it’s a ghost he can’t seem to shake no matter how much wen pleads and begs. it becomes routine for him then to silently pick up the mess left on the coffee table every single day before he leaves for school, to hide the evidence in his neighbor’s recycling bin as an attempt to retain a semblance of normalcy in his now silent household. the truth hurts. his father is an alcoholic and the world threatens to swallow him whole.
iv. he’s going to die here; he just knows it. hong kong is stifling, and he feels like he can’t breathe. he is insignificant, just like his father says on a good day- a speck on a piece of paper that hardly takes up any space. he’s scared, terrified even that he will turn out just like his father. still stricken by grief and drinking until he’s black out drunk, only to repeat the process all over again the next day. he needs out. anywhere but here.
v. even though he is still just a mere speck, wen is slowly starting to realize he has the potential to grow. driven by sheer desperation and something called hope, he starts working his ass off and begins to excel. the speck starts to get a little bigger. a little bolder. suddenly he’s dreaming of a future and saving up money with no particular destination in mind. he doesn’t know where he wants to go yet exactly, but his grades are stellar and his teachers reassure him that he’s bound to go somewhere as long as he puts his mind to it. he has a part time job that feels like a fresh breath of air. he’s happy, for once. then his father ruins it all.
vi. this is the first time his father has ever tried to lay a hand on him; he’s drunk and swaying on his feet, blocking the path from where wen can lock himself into his bedroom and wait until he’s safe. filthy words spew out of his father’s mouth, accusatory and angry all at once. and he’s scared, hands raised in front of him instinctively to protect himself from his father’s fists. but a punch never comes. he opens his eyes that were previously screwed shut in anticipation to see his father suddenly look as white as a sheet. a gurgle comes out of him, and he starts to cough up blood. he hesitates, at first, but then he crouches over his father, looking for any sign of injury with fretful hands before a sudden bout of pain hits him.
vii. he’s sick for a week. his father doesn’t take him to a hospital, just backs away and leaves him be. it’s better than absolutely nothing, he supposes. he knows how his father feels about mutants- his wife ran off with one after all. he’s sixteen years old, and he has powers he can’t even comprehend, nonetheless understand how it got mirrored back to him. his relationship with his father is strange now, and he can’t bear to look at him. his words are still harsh and crass, but he doesn’t try to touch wen anymore. not after the incident.
viii. wen plans to put as much distance between his father and himself as possible, and the 2,062 kilometers from hong kong to incheon, south korea is perfect. gumi international university for the powered is his only ticket out of here; they offer him a full ride and he accepts. he packs the few personal belongings he has before boarding the plane, and he tries not to look back.
ix. the alpha team are rowdy and loud and everything he despises, but the camaraderie among them is something he secretly desires. he never intended to join a legacy, but they take him in under their wing his first year abroad to show him what it’s like to have fun. it’s absolute hell, but he comes to love it, slowly, but surely.
x. he doesn’t know if this is home yet. but he wants it to be.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
DEFINITION
disease manipulation is the ability to control all forms of diseases. its applications are vast, and it can be utilized as infectious blasts, inducement, suppression, and to a much lesser extent, healing. by using his gained knowledge on various illnesses, wen is able to inflict diseases onto other people, causing them to gain the symptoms and the associated pain with that given disease. however, he needs to have a solid understanding of how it affects the immune system and the human body, or he will be unable to use that particular affliction. he cannot replicate a disease he hasn’t read on, nor can he simply create one that does not exist yet. he is also unable to induce sudden death, but he can speed up the process to cause more suffering if he so wishes. to add onto that, the more life-threatening a disease he chooses to inflict is, the more taxing it is on his own body; in exchange for spreading these diseases, he gets weaker in turn. he primarily uses it as an offensive power, and infectious energy can be released from him in waves to temporarily disable his opponents. not only that, but in the same way that he can inflict diseases, he can also heal them of it. it is not an instant cure, but rather a transferal of the disease to himself, thus being the one to now harbor the infection. while the disease he now carries may lay dormant, it will slowly eat away at him if he does not get treated. this application of his power is done quite rarely, as most of his attacks can be cured by taking the proper antibiotics, and are not, in any way, supposed to be permanent.
WEAKNESSES
as said before, he cannot induce disease in others if he does not have prior medical knowledge on the subject. he is also not immune to his own powers; he is not less susceptible to falling ill, and he can theoretically contract the common cold as easily as anyone else. moreover, while wen is able to heal diseases in other people, he knowingly makes himself sicker in the process. he is unable to transfer diseases from one person to another, and he can only choose to transfer it to himself, causing his own healing to be null at this point. he also feels the phantom pain of the diseases he inflicts on others because of the imagination it requires, which has taken a remarkable toll on his psyche. getting fatigued usually sets in at the three hour mark, as it involves a lot of concentration to spread a disease as well as stopping himself from unconsciously making others sick in his day to day life. it can be easily negated by someone with a regenerative healing factor, and he can only spread his diseases within a fifty feet radius of himself, as well as only up to ten people at a time. to take a disease away from someone, however, he finds that it works best if he touches the person directly with his hands. lastly, the usage of his power is highly dependent on his own mental stability. depending on the emotions he is currently feeling, his powers can begin to fluctuate as a result.
DID YOU KNOW?
despite his cold exterior, wen is a total mother hen to his fellow members. ( but when questioned, he always denies that he’s looking after them. )
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INTRODUCING KANG MIYOUNG, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF SUPER STRENGTH
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) talkative, smiles a lot, likes to take care of other people
(–) short tempered, competitive, my.. short legs.
BACKGROUND
Boxing is what kept Miyoung going. The first time her father started training her, she was 12. It’s something he’s been doing all his life. At first, she thought of her short height being a disadvantage (it still actually is, but let’s not talk about that), but now it’s fun to see the surprise on people’s faces when they realize that she defies every expectation that they had of her. Just because I’m short, doesn’t it mean I’m not strong, she had said with a big grin. Others thought it was impressive, other people laughed at her. She was made fun of a lot when she was younger and because of her short temper, she had ended up in trouble. The reason her father started training her was to get all that anger out of her system and what better way to do so if not punching a heavy bag?
Her mother left them when she was 4 years old and to this day, they still don’t know why. She had packed her bags and just left. The sister of her father had helped taken care of her. She didn’t exactly see her aunt as a mother figure, but Miyoung was grateful to have her there to answer questions she would have asked her mother instead. Miyoung didn’t like to admit it, but it kept her awake at many nights. She tried to think of any reasons why her mother could have left. She doesn’t want it to phase her, but some things are hard to avoid.
When she grew up, she didn’t notice the changes herself, but her father did. Without noticing, Miyoung had left a crack on their marble countertop in the kitchen (Him, yelling: Miyoung, how in the hell— Miyoung, running away with a laugh: I don’t know what you’re talking about! Was a commom occurrence in their home,) or when she accidentally pulled off one of the cupboard doors, just by opening it (Her, asking with a confused expression: Maybe a screw or two were loose? Her father, standing there with his arms crossed: I fixed that yesterday. It’s time we figure this out).
Not long after that, she unintentionally punched the bag off its crook. Another case of Miyoung, what the hell? And this time, she couldn’t believe it either. She was short and not strong enough (yet) to be able to do it and it was heavy. Very heavy. She had felt some sort of unexplainable rush coursing through her. Her father put the bag up again and they resumed the training, but it kept happening. When her father tried to talk to his sister about it, all she had said was Maybe that’s why she had left. He was baffled and didn’t understand it at first, but later he would.
They both realized it was something unusual, but practical, since her father could use her help. He didn’t let her go to any competitions though since that strength might accidentally kill someone and she understood, but Miyoung was still bitter about it. Another reason for her to be angry. One day, she went to do a session by herself and she had kept going until she passed out. Miyoungs father and his sister found her on the floor of the training hall, snoring loudly, sleeping like a log. They took her home and when she woke up a few hours later, she could feel every muscle in her body screaming out of pain. She had pushed herself too hard.
Learning her limits and living a careful life has been hard for Miyoung, but so far, she had managed it. Breaking things every now and then still happens, but not as often as before and she tries not to, but when you’re super strong, what can you really do about it?
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
DEFINITION
Super strength. I can lift heavy things, but I can also unintentionally create a crack at whatever surface I put my hand on if I’m not careful enough. It’s convenient when taking out opponents and also very helpful when my father and I were working on a project on our house and I could hold up and lift whatever, but I have also accidentally pulled doors off it’s hinges and broke our couch when I threw myself down on it. It’s easier to control now though and everything I do, I’m as careful as possible. It’s not as much of a bother in my every day life now that I’ve stopped growing (it was uncontrollable at first) but I won’t at least accidentally break someones hand when shaking it (It hasn’t happened yet!)
WEAKNESSES
My body doesn’t know when to stop pushing itself, because it seems easy, but my body takes a lot of damage. For example, I might be able to lift a car or a truck, but if I hurt my back during it, it won’t be noticeable until after the effect has worn off. The ability allows me to lift up to 10 ton, but more than that, and the effect will wear off quicker and I will collapse. From what I know so far, it doesn’t have a time limit, it only wears off after I have pushed myself enough and then I have to rest/sleep for at least 4 hours to recharge, so to say. It’s always activated, which leads to me having to be careful all the time.
DID YOU KNOW?
I love to experiment with my hair! One day it’s orange, a few weeks later, it’s black, one day it’s short.. You’ll never know what’s coming.
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INTRODUCING SONG JAEMIN, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF PSIONIC INUNDATION
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) calm, loyal, determined
(–) unforgiving, selfish, aloof
BACKGROUND
i don’t remember, was what he said when they asked about his past. i don’t know, was what he responded to the inquiry of his name. okay, was what he agreed when they told him to stay put. song jaemin appeared quite the obedient little boy when he was found alongside the road by local police. quiet, with a blank facial expression, the boy’s hand was taken before he’d been gently ushered into a vehicle in which, after it had started moving, jaemin sat obediently gazing out of the car window as trees flicked past and green soon turned to grey. the officer who had found the boy gazed upon his frail form through the rear-view mirror. jaemin’s own dark orbs met the curious ones. the face of the man briefly contorted in confused pain. when they arrived at destination, the disgruntled man was unable to recall where he’d found the boy.
jaemin sat on a blue chair, head bent as he swung his little legs that were too short for the tips of his worn shoes to touch the squeaky-clean floors of the police station. Intensely, yet with a hint of curiosity, the boy watched as a spider crawled from underneath the chair, circling one leg as it hid underneath the shadows of jaemin’s legs. “sweetheart?” a kind voice startled the boy from his reverie and once again dark orbs lifted to meet the gaze of another stranger. a woman smiled indulgently as she handed the boy a wrapped candy, its colours stark against the stranger’s tanned hand. carefully, the boy lifted the candy from her palm and the woman gave him a brilliant smile before she walked away. when child protective services took jaemin away an hour later, the only evidence of the boy’s discontinued presence was an opened candy wrapper underneath the blue seat – a twitching spider right next to it.
cats were beloved by jaemin. it was therefore really unfortunate that the family who adopted the little boy owned a dog. misfortune befell the family’s pet when, on a peaceful saturday afternoon, the creature suddenly started whimpering from its spot on the sofa between jaemin and his new father. blood tricked from the animal’s tear ducts before it shuddered its last breath. father had been confused, and mother inconsolable. jaemin simply stared as a hole in the back garden was dug before the golden retriever was buried. a month later, jaemin welcomed a new addition to the family with open arms and twinkling eyes – a black cat he named luna. the boy’s parents felt relief knowing they had managed to cheer up their baby boy after the tragic loss of their previous pet.
classmates refused to play with the weird kid, or so jaemin was told when he’d accidentally overheard a conversation during lunch break. the boy knew he’d scared the boys and girls in his class but did not know why. it was surprising when a few days later, a freckle-faced boy firmly planted his butt on the grass next to jaemin’s. the smile that he directed at jaemin was more brilliant than the sun which warmed their backs. the friendless boy’s face had remained neutral, and the sight of it started to diminish the newcomer’s confidence. the smile slipped from crooked lips until the two boys made eye contact. a breathy laugh and many sandwiches later, jaemin went home to tell his parents that he had finally made a friend, and park heechul would never forget the overwhelming feelings of gratitude (mixed with an inexplicable stinging sort of pain) that he felt when he’d sat down next to song jaemin that day. henceforth, jaemin could be seen trailing after heechul throughout their school years.
money couldn’t buy happiness but it could allude to it. as jaemin slowly grew up, his understanding of the privileged status he enjoyed grew as well. they were an upstanding middle-class family, earning respect and recognition from the people in their neighbourhood. his mother received frequent invitations to tea gatherings and church outings, while his father was often invited to lavish parties at expensive-looking hotels – to close business deals or extend his influence. as jaemin began to understand the importance of monetary means, and the generosity with which money was spent within their family, the boy also noticed the steadily increasing absences of his father from home. the now 13-year-old regularly opened the door to accept packages as a result from his mother’s new-found addiction to teleshopping.
while his mother hid her sorrows with expensive jewellery, the newest household appliances and forced cheerfulness, jaemin observed the times his father returned home. when the boy caught his father cheating, he was a teenager and already in high school. money didn’t buy happiness, but when song jaemin stared into his father’s eyes, he realised that he didn’t need to exchange anything for happiness. he could simply take it – forcefully, if he had to. the therapist couldn’t explain the large gap in the man’s memory, nor the persistent headaches, but all was forgiven when jaemin’s mother left that necklace she loved so much on her dresser and jumped up to greet her husband as the man finally came home at an appropriate time of day. and if jaemin’s lips curved into a sly smile, no one was there to witness it (if only, perhaps, the cat).
after their family returned back to what song jaemin considered normalcy, the teenager recalled the events he had brought about and the conscious act of erasing his father’s memory which had brought him a wicked sense of gratification. it wasn’t long before he started looking into mutation, reading records of known mutants who had outed themselves as such and agreed to having their powers documented. his research was to be kept a secret. slowly but surely, jaemin came to an understanding on the basics of his own abilities, and the life he had led. fragments of a past before his current family were mulled over at night, hiding under the covers with only the light of his phone to help his vision as an article about a missing boy led him to an article about a particular school. when jaemin finally closed his laptop and went to sleep well past midnight, both articles were bookmarked for safe-keeping.
the day jaemin fell out with his best friend was the day the unfortunate guy swept jaemin’s crush off her feet and declared her his. struggling with emotions and unable to express his feelings, jaemin had watched as the girl he had come to love throughout his high school years became infatuated by the charismatic guy, always animatedly chattering abuse to the mutant’s sensitive ears. whether heechul had been aware of jaemin’s affections for the girl remains unknown to this day. it wasn’t the kind of knowledge a comatose patient could convey. the girl had been heartbroken, and jaemin had undergone a physical change – a thick lock of white-grey hair now fell gently down his pale forehead.
i can make things happen, was what he told his parents after graduation. i’m a mutant, was what he confessed upon gazing at their confused faces. i’m leaving to study at gumi, was how jaemin informed his adoptive parents of his departure. to his parents’ credit, they helped him pack his things but when song jaemin got into the car of a foreign brand which would transport him to the international university, his parents did not look back as the car rolled down the driveway. jaemin wasn’t a case of special normalcy to them. not when his father advocated against mutants. not when he had obliterated any trace of him from his adoptive parents’ minds prior to getting into that car. luna was all that remained, and jaemin had decided to take her with him to his new home.
jaeger wasn’t the best but they were cunning, resourceful – and jaemin felt he could belong. while certain practices made him squeamish, he learnt to accept them or turn a blind eye. as an original member, song jaemin was taught to fight for the pride of the team and win, by any means necessary. he took that too literally one day and endured the consequences. the student’s body was broken but his mind clearer than before. jaemin started training more vigorously, strengthening his weak body and honing his mental abilities – and if he lost the colour of his hair, it was a mere side-effect he could live with. arrogance was not a word in the man’s dictionary but he was a follower like no other, prepared to reach heights many wouldn’t dream. all for the sake of jaeger – and to learn to control his abilities.
when he tossed and turned at night, no one was witness. after all, song jaemin had a room to himself. other students generally gave his apathetic presence a wide berth. when his grades dropped and his absence was noted more frequently, his fellow team mates frowned. nightmares haunted song jaemin at night (the agonised screams of one’s former best friend overlapping with numerous pairs of fearful eyes as he delivered fate) and fatigue taunted him during the day. and then came the moment where he looked into his captain’s eyes and couldn’t remember the guy’s identity. disoriented, jaemin fled – to the comforts of the library he worked in part-time, to the softness of his sheets where he remained until waking and realising he missed lectures (again), and, eventually, to the deep recesses of his mind.
a now silver-haired song jaemin roamed the halls of gumi international university for the powered. still a jaeger member, perhaps for longer than he had initially intended. having failed many classes, and having been unable to discern reality from illusion, jaemin had been forced to delay graduation – only having been able to follow half the courses on the curriculum for a year or two. he was now a fourth year, and among the oldest jaeger members still at university. his assumed brilliance in controlling his power through intensive training throughout the years has left him grey in the many definitions of the word; life seemed bleak, safe for the moments jaemin could feel passion during a fight. his memories were gap-filled and it had been many months since jaemin last felt in tune with his emotions. but he has survived this far, and he will continue his fight for survival in an environment where fighting, at times, appeared to be the only virtue.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
DEFINITION
song jaemin is gifted with the power of psionic inundation which causes a psychic attack, also called telepathic torture. the attack results in a mental overload which could result in brain damage, loss of memory or consciousness, turn the victim(s) into a vegetative state or even cause death. the attack can manifest in two ways; [a] extreme mental pain often described by victims as if their brain is on fire, and [b] overload of haunting voices/ psychobabble that can cause the victim to go insane or drive them to a mental breakdown. both variations can overpower the victim and effectively make them lose concentration, or consciousness. please note that; [1] jaemin can’t change or manipulate the memories his attack affects, only erase. [2] the severity of the damage can be controlled by jaemin (ooc note: the writer of the victim determines how far the mental damage should go), [3] jaemin prefers to utilise his abilities and attack from a distance.
WEAKNESSES
as powerful as his abilities may seem, jaemin’s power has lots of weaknesses and side-effects of which many he attempts to keep concealed. psionic inundation is activated upon touch or eye contact, though jaemin prefers eye contact as he is often uncomfortable with touch. both manners of activation are instantaneous. the attack can last up to 10 min in one attack, before jaemin has to break the attack and rest for 20 minutes. this means he can use his power twice in an hour or utilise his abilities in shorter time spans. he always to rest double the time in relation to the duration of the attack. the effects of inundation will linger for approximately 2 minutes after the attack is broken until fading. in the case that the victim breaks eye contact shortly after jaemin attacked, the effects of inundation will linger for 4 minutes. should jaemin ever activate his abilities upon touch, the same duration of attack and effects of inundation after attack apply. jaemin’s control over his power is weakened when he is exceptionally drowsy or his psychic energy is depleted.
being a psychic, in jaemin’s case, means being weaker physically. while he keeps training hard to gain skills in physical combat, if jaemin needs to resort to punches – if he’s dragged into a physical fight – he always emerges with varying degrees of physical injuries that heal slowly. it is one of the reasons why jaemin is often surrounded by jaeger members in fights where they have to compete as a team and he can use his abilities from a safe distance. jaemin’s psychic range is 75ft but his abilities are more effective when the target is within 50ft.
mutants gifted with psychic shield and/or psychic immunity can block jaemin’s attacks, and other psychic users such as telepaths might be more difficult for jaemin to influence and vice versa. mutants with memory manipulation can potentially shield their memories from being erased in attack [a] but will be susceptible towards mind blast [b]. jaemin can only mentally attack two targets at a time.
the danger to jaemin’s power is that his abilities affect him as well, though in a much slower rate than when used on victims. in order to use his power, jaemin’s brain overloads with psychic energy, causing him to experience some of the effects his victims experience. a very slow, stunted but sure loss of memory is one consequence compared with a need to sleep more hours than necessary, but the most direct, visual consequence is the ageing of his hair, which has been discoloured a white-grey due to excessive us of jaemin’s abilities.
DID YOU KNOW?
the key to his heart is candy and cats
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CONGRATULATIONS! THE FOLLOWING HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED:
AHN HAESUNG, GUMI STUDENT WITH VICE INDUCEMENT
JUNG GYURI, LOTUS MEMBER WITH ICE MANIPULATION
KIM YEONGBEOM SPENCER, JAEGER MEMBER WITH ADOMOPATHY
QIU YUE, JAEGER MEMBER WITH VAMPIRE PHYSIOLOGY
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INTRODUCING MIN JIWOO, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF AGROKINESIS
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+)
PERCEPTIVE jiwoo is a highly perceptive person and once she knows someone well enough, it can be very hard to fool her. she tends to remember everything people say to her, even the smallest things.
INTELLIGENT her high levels of intelligence are something that she inherited from her scientist father, perhaps the only good thing he ever gave her. she’s good at analysing situations and coming up with a good attack plan for just about anything.
COMPASSIONATE despite being closed off, to put it bluntly, jiwoo still can’t seem to ignore her instinct to help others, even after all the wrong that has been done to her by the man she was supposed to love them most.
(–)
ECCENTRIC despite being classified as an introverted by the many personality type quizzes she’s taken thanks to the fact that she’s often off in fairy land, jiwoo can come across as a rather eccentric thanks to the way she acts, especially ( if not solely ) because of the fact that she tends to talk to the plants on campus more than the people.
CLOSED OFF after what happened with her father, jiwoo has become rather distrustful of people. despite still having a good heart and wanting to see the best in all people, she can’t find it in herself to do it so she tends to keep people at an arms length.
BLUNT she has a habit of stating the facts, sometimes brutally even, and it can be a tad uncomfortable for those around her.
BACKGROUND
tw; death, murder, torture, abuse
SCENE I, PART I
the sound of something breaking, i awake from my dreams
this is how the world ends… not with a bang, but with a whimper.
it’d been the author t.s. elliot who had written those immortal words in his book of poems entitled ‘the hollow men’ and it was times like this, as her lithe fingers moved over said words in the aforementioned poem book, that jiwoo couldn’t help but ponder their meaning.
she was far too young to be reading books this grim, her caretaker, aurora, had stated sadly once upon a time. she had said that jiwoo was supposed to be playing in the gardens of her parent’s manor, making friends and scraping her knees, reading books about fairy tales and running from boys and their supposed cooties — not sat locked away in her room with her eyes glued to a book and her ears covered with earphones while her father did his experience and her mother was out shopping.
she shopped a lot, or at least that’s what jiwoo gathered each time her father would brush of her questions of her mother’s location before he shoved her into her room and ordered to keep her earphones on.
thinking back on it now, now that she was older and knew about what kind of a man her father had been, she truly wondered just why she had so blindly trusted in him.
SCENE I, PART II
the sound is full of unfamiliarity, so i try to cover my ears and go back to sleep
min jiwoo hadn’t been born a mutant, no. she’d just been born an ordinary human, there was absolutely nothing remarkable about her, really. well… except maybe her chipmunk like cheeks. born to a scientist for a father and a former nurse as a mother in a manor brought with her father’s extensive amounts of money in the new zealand countryside, jiwoo spent the majority of her childhood alone; her father was always in the basement of the manor working on his experiments and her mother… well, she was never around much either.
her father had always had an unhealthy obsession with mutants, all his paperwork that jiwoo had read in secret had alwaysalwaysalways been about mutants and what made them tick. he had always been determined to make a mutant out of an ordinary human, and that should have been her first red flag, but no… jiwoo had always just thought it was an innocent obsession just like her obsession with plants, she never thought that he’d ever actually try and do what he dreamed.
and that was where she had gone wrong.
jiwoo had been ten years old when she first made the mistake of removing her earphones in the dead of night, irritated by the way they were pressed against her skull as she laid against her pillow. it’d been the first and only time that jiwoo would hear the screams resonating from the basement of the manor, the basement that she was forbidden from entering without her father by her side. but she had been too scared to even move, the high pitched screams seeming to rattle jiwoo’s very bones and all the young child could do was roll over, plug her ears up with her earphone again, and pull the covers up over her head.
that was all she could do… right? right.
SCENE I, PART III
the pain in my throat is getting worse, but i’ll try and hide it
her mother died on the 10th of december, 2007 and jiwoo could still remember the day that she woke up to find her father sobbing hysterically over the woman’s cold corpse.
she’d died of a heart attack according to both her father and the coroner, but it still left ten year old jiwoo dumbfounded. how could her mother have died so suddenly when she had been perfectly fine the day before? she and jiwoo had played soccer together and danced to her mother’s favourite song, they’d laughed and had fun and jiwoo had felt loved again for the first time in a long time… how could that be ruined so quickly?
the last jiwoo had seen of her mother that night had been when she had spotted the woman and her father entering the basement of their manor.
…those screams that she had heard the night of her mother’s death… they couldn’t have been her… right?
jiwoo could remember shaking her head free of those thoughts, not wanting to even think about what it meant if those screams had been coming from her mother.
the funeral had been a private event, hosted on the grounds of the family manor (which, in itself, felt wrong because jiwoo knew how much her mother hated how closed off from the world they were on the manor grounds) with close family and friends. her mother’s grandparents had been enraged at the sight of of jiwoo staring soullessly at her mother’s casket, but they didn’t understand.
no one did, no one ever would.
SCENE II, PART I
again, i don’t have a voice. today, i hear the sound again
when she was seventeen, her father would miraculously pull himself out of the slump that he had been in for the past seven years. after her mother’s death, her father had completely given up on his love for science, he’d stopped going down to the basement as much as he once had, and, honestly? jiwoo was beginning to believe that he had been more depressed over his failed experiments than the death of her mother, his wife.
when her father started spending more time with her in her garden, something that her mother had helped her to grow because her mother had known just how much jiwoo loved plants and all things related to them, jiwoo knew she should have been worried. but no, she’d ignored her gut feeling (for what was perhaps the upteenth time in her life) she welcomed him back into her life with open arms.
that night, when she went to bed, she heard the basement generator turn on for the first time in months.
SCENE II, PART II
it’s ringing again, that sound. a crack has appeared on the frozen lack
the first time jiwoo ever entered her father’s basement was on her 18th birthday, a promise to show her around the room that she had never seen in her life to honour her becoming a woman.
the things that happened in the following moments had been etched into jiwoo’s memory for eternity; the memory of her father playfully asking her to lay down on the metal slab in the middle of the room and the feeling of anxiety that had rushed through her veins when he had strapped her ankles and wrists to the metal with the leather restraints was something that jiwoo would never forget. he’d just been playing around… he would never do anything to harm her right?
wrong.
it was with her dark eyes following the man as she anxiously pleaded with him to remove the restraints and let her go that she watched him turn on the multiple computers that sat atop on of the many desks in the room. but her pleads would fall on empty ears as her father turned around, looking at her with such a look that jiwoo was left wondering just where the hell her father had gone.
“your mother was a failure, but maybe you will make my dreams come true, my darling briar rose.”
SCENE II, PART III
i dumped myself into that lake, i killed my voice for you
the things that jiwoo had been forced to endear over the following months in that cursed basement was something that she would never wish on even her worst enemies. in those months, she had been forced to all different forms of torture; oxygen deprivation, abuse, if you could name it, she had probably been through it.
all in order for her supposed mutant gene to awaken.
in those months, jiwoo finally put two and two together. her father’s obsession had never been an innocent thing, it was a deadly thing that had torn their family apart, something that had killed her mother who, like jiwoo, had been subjected to the torture that would supposedly set of the mutant gene that lay dormant in all humans. “she gave herself over to me in order to save you,” her father had told her from the other side of the basement door. “that stupid woman. if she had just let me at you, she would still be alive now.”
that had been the first time jiwoo would cry over her mother’s death, she had cried herself to sleep that night. the truth of her mother’s death weighing too heavily on her young mind, the truth of what her mother had done for her.
it had all been too much.
SCENE II, PART IV
over the winter lake where i drowned, a thick ice has formed
it was on the 27th of september that her father’s dreams finally came true, on the same day that he died.
after months, weeks, days, hours and minutes of torture, jiwoo’s mind finally snapped. the sound that her father had let out when the computer let out a piercing beep, alerting him to a sudden change in his daughter’s very DNA, was another thing that would haunt jiwoo’s sleepless nights but his elation hadn’t last long, not long at all. for at the exact moment that the alarm set off, the very ground rumbled with jiwoo’s anger, resentment and pure, unadulterated hurt.
he hadn’t even looked scared as vines from her beloved garden broke through the basement walls to strangle him, to steal his breath from him just like he had her mother. he had laughed, screamed that his calculations about there always being an active mutant gene in third generation children being true, he had looked insane… more insane than he ever had in the past months.
he had laughed up until the moment he couldn’t laugh no more, up until the moment where his neck snapped and his body went limp in the vines that obeyed jiwoo’s ever command.
SCENE IV, PART I
even in my dreams, my pain is the same
she was eighteen when she moved to south korea to live with her grandparents, a few months after her families manor had burnt down in a ‘supposed arson attack’ and her father’s body was found burnt to the crisp.
nobody would ever know that she had set it on fire in fear of people finding out what she had done… what she become.
she felt so many new things, she could feel everything the plants around her felt, she could feel death when the plants in her grandparents house were being ignored, she felt it all…. and it scared her.
it didn’t take jiwoo long to hear about gumi international, she’d heard whispers other mutants that could be found if you knew where to look. her grandmother had been the one to tell her about it, tell her that it was a school in incheon for gifted children to go and hone their talents, she had told her of the mutants that went there and their abilities that scared some and frightened others. and god, how jiwoo wanted to be amongst them.
but the question is… would they accept her? someone who hadn’t been born a mutant but had had her abilities forced on her.
it was then that jiwoo would decide to fabricate a new life for her own. one that would completely cover up her old one and the trauma that she had been through.
one that would, hopefully, never be questioned.
SCENE IV, PART II
have i lost myself or have i gained you?
her name was briar rose min, she was twenty one, and student at gumi international while working a job as a florist on the side.
as far as the other students knew, briar rose had never had a family, she’d been raised in an orphanage in new zealand and moved to seoul when she was 15 after being adopted by an elderly couple and had gotten into gumi on a scholarship for photography, placing her in hellion.
min jiwoo was no more, she only returned when it was just her and the plants. the plants who knew everything, the plants who were jiwoo’s only true self.
or when it was late at night and she was, yet again, forced to face her demons. but that she could deal with personally and on her own, just like she did everything.
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this is how the world ends… not with a bang, but with a whimper.
…let’s test that theory, shall we?
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
DEFINITION
POWER: agrokinesis (plant manipulation)
DESCRIPTION: also known as botanokinesis or just plant manipulation, agrokinesis is the ability that allows holders to grow, destroy or just plain manipulate any and all plants, as the name suggests.
BOTANICAL COMMUNICATION: the user can communicate with all plant life either telepathically, through verbal speech, or through touching the plant physical. through her telepathic communication with plants, jiwoo is also able to order plants to physically move if she so desires.
PLANT EMPATHY: the ability to sense the overall well being and conditions of plants.
PLANT GENERATION: the holder can generate plants whether by drawing them from already existing plants or by manifesting them anywhere they want.
PLANT GROWTH: the user can influence and accelerate the growth of plants.
CHLOROKINETIC COMBAT: the user can utilize plant manipulation with their physical combat. can also use plants as a means of defence in combat, as well as being able to move plants through her plant telepathy.
WEAKNESSES
POWERLESS in areas devoid of plant life
highly susceptible to mutants with FIRE or ICE MANIPULATION mutations.
TIME LIMIT: jiwoo can only use her mutation in physical combat for a total of twenty minutes before she becomes physically and mentally fatigued from controlling the plant matter.
WEAKNESS: along with being susceptible to the elements of fire and ice, ordering plants to move telepathically is extremely mentally taxing and causes jiwoo to be rendered defenceless quicker than she would like to admit.
RANGE: jiwoo is only able to control and use plants within a 30 foot radius whilst in combat. outside of combat, she is only able to communicate and empathize with plants within a ten foot radius of her.
DID YOU KNOW?
jiwoo was not born a mutant, it was through tortorous experiments that she became one.
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INTRODUCING RYU MAYA, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF ARACHNID PHYSIOLOGY
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
tw: implied rape, parental neglect
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) passionate, inventive, charismatic
(–) mercurial, selfish, greedy
BACKGROUND
( imagine this- you are born into disaster. )
ryu maya is not even a minute old when her fate is sealed. she is the product of a dark secret, a buried truth, a secret shame. her father a criminal, a tainted creature locked away, now. bang goes the gavel - guilty on all charges. her mother too religious to do anything about the thing he’s left inside her, but not religious enough, maybe, to love the child as she should.
( why did you even have me, maya will ask one day.
and her mother’s answer will be guilt, guilt, guilt. )
maya is born to be regretted. born tainted, born shamed. her birth is not celebrated, her arrival not one that has been long hoped for. there are no balloons and no flowers, no doting family members. there is a somber eyed grandmother and a grandfather who turns away from the child, and there is a note in her mother’s file.
( the words maya cannot possible read spell out suicide risk. )
maya is the culmination of her mother’s trauma. a living burden, a breathing reminder of a time better left forgotten. her mother is glazed eyes and distraction, post partum depression and ptsd and no interest in the tottering child that wants only, desperately, achingly, to be loved. a child that did not ask for life, but received it.
( why didn’t you put me up for adoption, maya will ask one day.
and her mother will only turn away, leaving maya to her own conclusion -
no one would have wanted her anyway. )
she is tangled, tousled hair and wild eyes. she is skinned knees and skateboards and garlands of wild flowers. she is fierce and defiant because negative attention is better than no attention, and at least when her mother is screaming at her, she’s looking at her. ryu maya is a study in “but” and “except.” she’s so smart but… her teachers say. she’s so sweet except …. her principal states. she’s so clever but …. and the list continues. she’s more charming than she has a right to be, devilish to say the least. spindly limbs and bright eyes, she’s got enough energy for a thousand sly little girls, and she makes her own fun with alarming ease.
( when the boys at school tell her on the playground, that her mother is a whore, that her father is a rapist, that she was never supposed to be born, we get the first look at what a lifetime of neglect and latent trauma will do to a child.
a gangly, nine year old maya sits in the principal’s office with blood in her mouth, painting crimson between her teeth when she smiles at the office aid. it stains her nails, and the bruises are coming in quick.
other little girls fight with words and stares sneaking, but maya isn’t like other little girls, now is she?
maybe she’s a monster. )
she learns the art of subtlety later. she learns to dance her way between people, through statements. physicality becomes her outlet first, for the energy that burns in her, exhausts her out of the moods that begin to take her over like maelstroms, blowing hot and cold, furious and tranquil in fits and starts. she’s unpredictable and she’s moody, and her mother is increasingly unable to deal with her. it is only her strange charm that helps her find a mentor, the creative writing teacher at her high school.
( and when this too, becomes something else, when this too sours and twists,
when hands wander and gazes pierce and when —
when this part of the story must be redacted even from this segmented note, because compartmentalization is the key to survival, because thinking too much about those days, those months, thoseclawinghandsandteethandtonguesand is enough to fracture —
she knows that this tainted thing inside her, this terrible thing that was her beginning,
must also have, in some way, innately formed her.
that this is her lot, this is her story, a fate unchangeable. )
she packs up.
moves.
leaves, leaves this behind.
( leaves behind a man with venom in his veins and a mouth encased in webbing,
a story that makes little sense to the authorities
a trauma that sinks into her bones. )
and she moves to school.
and she studies those same stories her mother threw at her, to occupy her long ago.
and she finds solace once more in monstrous women, turned terrible for crimes-that-weren’t.
like eurydice, condemned to the underworld once more at the folly of a man. when she had been so, so close to escape.
like medusa, raped and ravaged and what - turned into a monster for her misfortunes? forced to exact her own revenge and then heralded as a beast for doing so?
like arachne -
who dared only be great, be witty, be defiant -
forced to such a lowly stature
because a goddess couldn’t stomach losing?
given a mockery of a life to call her own,
forever reminded of her own talents but unable to exact them as she once had?
( sounds like a girl forever reminded of the accident of her birth, unable to attain the things that should have come so easily to her - affection, or love, or belonging. sounds like a girl turned cruel by a world out of her own control. a magnet for chaos. )
and the games continue.
and so do the misfortunes.
and so too does maya, for better or worse.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
DEFINITION
arachnid physiology:
ah, the spider. a dubious little creature, known for its phobia inducing visage, for the quiet creep and crawl of it. for impossibly strong venom and delicate silk webbing. a trickster to many, mythologically the spider is a strange creature. a glimpse into something tantalizing and frightening at once, an unholy fascination. to take on this physiological form is to wield, either in part or whole, it’s attributes. one might consider venom beneath the nails to be the extension of a venemous jab, a fanged bite to match the tarantula. there is the awareness of one’s surroundings that only such a delicate and craft creature could have, a sense for the dangerous stomp of a predator. from the tips of her fingers comes the ever expected web, silk threads of alarming strength produced and manipulated to dubious effect. she can creep up the walls on silent feet and sneak stealthily around corners, hidden in silence and shadow. like the age old classic “spiderman” she possesses some enhanced areas of the human condition (reflexes, agility, balance, most notably) such that her powers are not largely useless.
WEAKNESSES
while it is easy for her to manifest properties of a spider one at a time, maintaining multiple facets from multiple species is a no go. if she were to zero in on a subset of arachnid, for example that of the mygalomorphae, prone to tunneling and burrowing, she would not be capable to then simultaneously borrow the capabilities of a jumping spider. she has thusly spent an unfortunate amount of time studying the various properties of spiders. furthermore on the topic of study, while her abilities are innate and, as such, there are certain things that are Known to be spidery in nature; webs and poison being the most obvious. for a long time this was all she thought herself capable of doing and all she thus did. further study and considerable practice allows her to expand her abilities further. in the case of any and all webbing, she is limited to quick bursts of use, raging from 3 to 8 minutes, before her stores are depleted and she is rendered useless in this capacity. this is further limited by range - she contains a finite supply that takes hours to fully regenerate. her maximum possible length (going straight forward and spun thin and tight, i.e. the best of conditions possible) is that of a football field. she tested this once out of curiosity, but any further and the web simply detaches from her hand and falls by the wayside, her stores emptied. her other abilities are similarly limited. she has enough venom to properly kill four average sized men (which is rather low, when you consider the venomous capabilities of spiders in australia) before her stores are thoroughly depleted, not that she knows this, considering she doesn’t make it her business to routinely poison people. she is able, to some extent with great concentration, to control the amount of poison released at a time, but this is a risky sort of business she doesn’t enjoy delving into. she is capable of transitioning into a spider, but ironically only a rather common black house spider, nothing notable, and in this form her abilities are rendered quite average for a spider, meaning her venom is rendered absent. she can hold this form for only a few minutes, and truthfully finds adjusting to eight legs and multitude eyes extremely unpleasant and is often nauseous after reverting back. this does not stop her, however, from using it to prank people. as many of her abilities involve high physicality she must remain in excellent shape, further more they also require the organic production of materials, which means her average caloric intake is high by necessity and her metabolism quickly burns through whatever it is offered.
DID YOU KNOW?
Spiders are hypersensitive to LSD, caffeine, and other stimulants, and so is Maya.
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INTRODUCING MITSURU HARUKAWA, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF REPLICATION
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) Creative, loyal, non-judgemental
(–) Hedonistic, evasive, unpredictable
BACKGROUND
mitsuru was the second born child of the harukawa family out of two. one was around four years younger while the oldest was living in korea going into his last year of gumi, the same ranks as alpha. her parents, more so her father wanted to create a legacy filled with little monsters after receiving his first born son while her mother only agreed to the man’s ideals only because she was afraid of what he might say otherwise.
her mother was her father’s second wife, however. her father had decided to remarry once upon a time since his last wife had failed to bare him a considerable child.
her father managed a massive financial conglomerate in japan’s largest city so most of the time, it was only just her brother and her mother alone. mitsuru was more than comfortable without being in the presence of him, which meant her mother had a better chance of nurturing her and looking after her normally.
due to owning an ability that did not quite impress him, mitsuru was the odd one out of the three while being subjected to her father’s verbally abusive nature. her younger brother was the only one who wanted to comfort her but mitsuru had to go ahead and push him away due to her anger and disappointment in making her father act the way he does.
she was a bright child, rebellious. whatever thoughts that came into mind, she would say them without worrying about the consequences. mitsuru was lively, just a little irresponsible which did not look good to her father, knowing she was never going to take anything seriously and she was more so into learning by observing, hands on experiences and reading.
in school, learning many subjects proved to be a struggle but she earned the most average grades in order not to be considered a failure, at least. mitsuru was at least normal there. she was great at however, learning languages and literature was a proud subject for her. though never really had a plan or a path that she wanted to take, being rather unenthusiastic in those areas.
while she thought that there wasn’t much in the world that could interest her, she slowly found enjoyment in literature as well as anything related to science due to her imagination and eccentric behavior. she was good at thinking of ideas for all sorts of things, always curious of the unknown.
the first real use of her abilities was just that. mitsuru was only able to create two clones at a time and at first it was strangely enjoyable due to how much fun she had. she felt like a queen with two other clones by her side whom looked exactly like her, acted like her and everything in between. but her clones fight, making it difficult to even keep them around or tell them apart. sometimes she’d even use them to help her mother clean.
using her abilities it was also a risk, because even clones could develop a personality of their own, different from hers. once that happened, mitsuru had a bit of an identity crisis due to the whole ordeal. making even more of her clones served as a means to fill a void.
her mother knew the behavior was rather strange when mitsuru tried picking a fight with her younger brother, then acting all apologetic about it afterwards. after that, the cycle just sort of started going on for awhile. mitsuru did not think anything was wrong with her to begin with, keeping everything down and under wraps for her own sanity’s sake.
her father did not hesitate to warn her about how she were to move to a different household when the nearest weekend came. mitsuru relocated to kyoto, japan in order to meet her grandparents who stayed there afterwards, accepting her with open arms.
she entered gumi due to the members of her family tried carving the path for her right after they entered gumi and joining the ranks, not long after her oldest brother managed to graduate then was considered as a alumni. it wasn’t her first time traveling alone however. mitsuru went solo throughout her first year before being accepted into hellion around her second year.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
DEFINITION
replication: the ability to replicate herself or another living being numerous times, all while being able to recombine the clones.
i. while creating clones, whether it’s one or two, mitsuru’s clones share a collective consciousness between multiple bodies called a hive mind. she can have a max of two clones at the moment, unable to make anymore than that.
ii. mitsuru’s clones have the ability to learn different things while they are apart from one another. like collecting information in duration of the time frame that her ability gives her. after absorbing her duplicate, her original body is able to absorb the information collected along with it.
iii. she cannot replicate others on a higher level however. replicating others can prove as a defensive tactic in order to create diversions but that seems to be it. they are more so called decoys than clones, able to distract others.
iv. the clones are able to withstand more injury than the original body when attacked or assaulted, even though her clones do not gain extra strength when they are formed.
WEAKNESSES
i. while mitsuru is able to replicate herself and others, she cannot replicate objects or living animals.
ii. she is limited to two clones when replicating herself but no more than two. and as opposed to replicating herself a total of two times, she is limited to one when recreating a decoy of another living being.
iii. the characteristics and condition of mitsuru’s clones start out the same as the original. when mitsuru is injured, her clones will also become weak. while the clones start off with the same characteristics, they may gain more in time depending how long they have been out for. this makes her clones difficult to control herself.
iv. her clones do not gain extra strength or knowledge but maintains those of the original body.
v. others can possibly easily tell which is a clone due to her replica’s state. when part of their body is injured or once they are threatened, the clones will automatically melt if mitsuru does not take them away herself. decoys however tend to pixelate.
vi. clones may gain extra thoughts and personalities if they are away from the original for too long. if that happens, they may go cross-purpose to the original which would explain more personality changes from mitsuru.
vii. mitsuru’s clones and decoys are able to split 50 ft apart from each other, starting from the original body and will not be able to go any further or else it’ll weakness mitsuru considerably which would make it difficult to maintain them. a considerable amount of concentration is needed.
viii. for now, mitsuru can only have her clones out for a maximum of ten minutes and will be unable to replicate again for another hour after reaching that said limit.
DID YOU KNOW?
mitsuru suffers from slight contradictory personality, acting one way before acting a different way the next due to her ability to make clones of herself.
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INTRODUCING HAN JIWON, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF DISINTEGRATION
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) Easygoing, impartial, perceptive
(–) Two-faced, insouciant, emotionally reclusive
BACKGROUND
The wicked will tell you that your world is built on rot, but you know better.
It has always been one of repose.
-
Your first glimpse of family is in a home too-large for four. Small strides carry you through austere corridors and you chase a brother you think is brighter than the sun. Your heart is full because you’re too naive to search for reasons to empty it.
When the days are balmy and nothing more than the sun dropping slowly from its peak, your mother holds your hand tight in hers, reaching across a great divide to brush your hair out of your face – (and you learn later that it was never just you holding your breath). She looks at you with a tender sort of sadness, something deeply unspoken in the way her palm lingers against your cheek before she turns away and leads you forward.
Your first glimpse of family is this: a starch-white house with too many rooms, the luminosity of a boy close-to-you but just out of your reach, a corridor you will never feel large enough to fill, a mother mending heartbreak you may never come to understand, the tell-tale ache of unbelonging that will come to follow you like an ill-trained shadow –
In winter, you sit yourself in father’s office beneath his mahogany desk and pretend you are in a box. In the box, you let your mind roam free beyond the confines you tiptoe around when father’s watchful eye is on you.
You have inherited your father’s ears, the strong slope of his nose, the sharp cut of his jaw. You have inherited half of the man that plucks stars from the skies to lay them at your feet – and you have inherited only your mother’s melancholia.
So, you sit yourself in father’s office beneath his mahogany desk and pretend you are in a box. You close your eyes and empty your thoughts, bottling the cruel and untamed, reckless and unasked whys into it.
And when you leave the box, you are no longer half of your father and none of your mother. You are the son of a man that paved a road of flowers in asphalt; a boy whose hand still fits in his mother’s.
-
Love is not infallible. Like all other human emotion, it is susceptible to wear.
There are passing moments when your father stands in a room only you are occupying and pretends it is empty.
(You remember: the closest thing to a hero, the bright-eyed monster killer that set a precedent and built a legacy upon which his empire was erected; a father with a laugh too big for his chest, and the view from atop his shoulders.
He becomes: a hero, but not yours.)
Sometimes, your mother startles when you enter the kitchen from a place of quiet. Her grip on the edge of the sink tightens, knuckles white with what you think, first, to be shock, and realize, later, to be a silent rage.
(You remember: the closest thing to a keeper, her hand covering yours, the way she looked at you with inexplicably pity and love; the unyielding strength of her shoulders as she trailed behind a brilliant man, willingly acquiescent of hiding her own glow, supporting him and her family with a swelling heart.
She becomes: a keeper, but not yours.)
You feel out-of-place in your own home – always have, even before your parents began to look at you with a poorly masked disgust. On the days when you resign to the unlit shore and plead with the Ocean to take you in as its own, your brother finds you, a wave of constance in a sea of uncertainty.
(You remember: an anchor.
He remains: your tether.)
-
The box you have filled with unclaimed suppositions since youth falls to pieces, overflowing, in your unreliable embrace when your father tells you, flint in his eyes and bitter hatred in his voice: You are my son.
It falls to nothing and then everything all at once when your mother tells you, voice devoid of the artificial affection you’ve been coddled by: You are not mine.
You don’t say much when they force the truth into the soft of your mouth. You look at them with practiced defeat, think fleetingly of the picture of a woman you don’t recognize with eyes just like yours stowed away in the innermost corner of your father’s cabinet. You’ve seen it in the way your father tiptoed out of the house in the dead of night leading up to the unveiling of this truth, the shuffling of papers as he dragged his briefcase through the halls as though embarking on business; seen it in the way your mother’s gaze became more and more steeled with each passing day.
(One night, ear pressed against the door of father’s office, you hear him say, voice biting and unforgiving: Get rid of her. Don’t let the world figure out who she is.)
You think to say, I know, but instead, you say, I’m sorry.
(You’re sorry?)
Later, as you press your palms to your father’s desk, neglecting the invisible box in which you have stowed years of confusion and heartache, you try to feign neutrality as your mind clouds with a desperate sort of sadness. The desk you once sought protection in falls to nothing, a glittering pile of dust gathered in its stead at your feet.
Yes. You’re sorry.
You think you’re sorry for being born as a thorn.
-
Love is not infallible. Like all other human emotions, it is susceptible to wear.
Your love for your family – you begin to whittle it down. You don’t want it anymore, don’t want anything to distract you from the hurt, the bitterness that you think you’re entitled to.
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You go to Gumi because it’s what your parents once expected of you. You don’t go to exceed their expired expectations.
You drown yourself in ennui, erase your family name from your identity, and you stomach artificial belonging in a place that offers you legacy – even go so far as to lead it.
You go to Gumi because it’s where your wicked life has led you, and you’ve all but given up on trying to fight fate. You don’t go to win the favor of mother or the attention of father. You don’t go to win their affections.
You go because you want to make a name for yourself that overshadows, sullies, theirs.
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There are times when the weight of your power grows too heavy. Times when the drug you’ve grown too-accustomed to swallowing by the breath, too-accustomed to easing into the hands of others, fails you. Your body begins to disintegrate and you are reminded of your father’s mahogany desk and the secrets you pretended to hide beneath it.
Recovery is painful. You spend your time asleep, feeling trapped in a void of black. When you wake up, the faded portions of your body are whole again, but there is something deeper within that is never quite restored.
During times like these, you wonder why it was that a deity you have never believed in allowed you to be born.
You lie on the lone mattress shoved into the corner of a near-empty bedroom far from your first and only glimpse of home, staring at the ceiling as your body struggles to right itself.
You imagine it must have gone something like this: God watching your entire life unravel before His very eyes before deciding, attention flickering from your tragedy to something brighter, You’ll someday deserve this.
Hell is not the pain in your limbs as your cells stitch themselves back together one-by-one after you’ve accidentally torn them apart. Hell is not the way your parents turn their gazes away from you whenever possible. Hell is not the distance you’ve forced between a brother you once loved like the sun, out of jealousy, out of bitterness, out of why-mes and why-not-yous.
There are times when the weight of the world becomes too heavy. You close your eyes and wait for feeling to leave your body, for numbness to overtake it – and it does. You feel, for a moment, that you no longer occupy the body you’ve come to curse.
Hell is realizing that even that is not enough to quell your resentment.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
DEFINITION
disintegration is the power to make inorganic or organic things fall apart in different ways. objects or people lose cohesion when subjected to varying degrees of this ability. the power does not, however, cause death – merely the (often momentary) dissolution of the molecular make-up of a given target. disintegration can result in many different forms of dissolution: users of this ability can turn their victims into energy, into shards, into dust, and so on. jiwon’s application of this power in particular turns his chosen targets into a fine dust. the disintegration of any portion of a living organism does, unfortunately, cause the target its equivalent of ‘pain’ akin to being torn apart in hundreds of thousands of different directions as the disintegration process occurs. that being said, the power is much better applied to inorganic materials and is best utilized in defensive or flanking positions. while it can be used offensively, it’s a power that does not grant the user much physical boost due to the nature of the ability.
WEAKNESSES
jiwon’s grasp of his power fluctuates depending on how much outside (pharmaceutical) help he’s enlisted, but the ability in itself demands a considerable amount of concentration and focus not only to disintegrate things voluntarily (the larger the target, especially if the target is organic, the harder) but to keep from disintegrating things involuntarily. when physically or mentally exhausted, it isn’t uncommon for jiwon’s power to activate on its own, disintegrating physical objects within his vicinity and even fragments of his own body. it is not necessarily a permanent ability; most smaller, physical objects can be reformed and the molecules of larger objects – including people, body parts, etcetera – reassemble themselves over a short period of time on their own. both disintegration and reassembly for living organisms is an incredibly painful process.
to disintegrate anything, the target must be within a fifty feet radius and visible to him. the process is faster on smaller objects; and slower and more difficult for larger, organic targets. in cases regarding the latter, proximity andtactility can increase speed and efficiency at the expense of his own personal defense. he is incapable of consciously and deliberately disintegrating whole human beings at this time, though the application does have the potential to be triggered inadvertently by outside factors at the risk of complete lack of control and possible backfiring. rather than a ‘time limit,’ since the ability in itself does tend to be a mentally passive one (demanding consistent interaction with the power to keep it maintained), jiwon is incapable of applying his power in a controlled manner after he’s consciously and actively utilized it for approximately two-hundred and fifty kilograms of inorganic material or about one-hundred and fifty kilograms of organic material.
DID YOU KNOW?
jiwon has a green thumb. his bedroom anywhere he goes is remarkably empty save for the essentials: a bed and a wide variety of house plants.
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INTRODUCING YOON MINA, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF ACID MANIPULATION
WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.
WHO ARE THEY?
PERSONALITY
(+) Intelligent, attentive, easily fascinated
(–) Manipulative, sadistic tendencies, impulsive
BACKGROUND
she was a normal girl, at least that’s what everyone had always assumed from the day she was born. mina was a child that laughed a lot and had joy in the little things in life — her most favorite things were flowers, butterflies, and the color purple. she really didn’t need a lot to be happy, and with a loving family that always tried their best to keep that smile on the little girl’s lips, she knew that she really had everything she could ever ask for.
it was one unfortunate evening that she first got in touch with her powers. as six-year-old mina was taking a bath, she suddenly felt her skin tingling — eventually burning in the water. and panicking, she jumped out of the tub. the painful sensation left a chemical burn starting at her lower back and going all the way down her left thigh; and it took her a long two years to figure out that it was herself who caused those things to happen.
she didn’t know if these powers had always been there, or what had triggered them, but she was scared. she was terrified to hurt someone, especially her family who she loved so dearly, and so she chose to hide in her room, growing more and more distant to the people who mattered the most to her. mina managed to hide her powers from her mother and father who became increasingly worried as she grew older, but she chose to keep observing and stay to herself as much as she could.
things changed when mina was fourteen years old and her mother became pregnant again. suddenly, she felt like she shouldn’t be hiding anymore, and when her little baby brother was born, she finally came out of hiding. minhyun was his name, and she believed that he was the most precious thing she had ever seen. holding him in her arms, she caught a glimpse of her parents smiling happily again, for the first time after years. the curse that kept her away from her family seemed lifted, and mina chose to just not think about those painful powers anymore, even if the scars kept reminding her every day.
she was fifteen when one evening her parents asked her to babysit minhyun, and mina all too happily agreed. another accident. the girl started shaking when the boy started crying and suddenly gasping for air, when he became pale in the face and she didn’t know what was happening to the child. minhyun died right in front of her eyes, and it took her a moment to realize that it was her own doing that had caused this to happen. she was just trying to feed him his dinner, not more than that, but her touch had turned the food to acid and had burned the helpless baby’s throat. mina knew it was too late to save him, and not knowing what to do, her only option was to run.
mina didn’t know where to go, but going back home was no option for her. for a few years she wandered, changed her appearance whenever she stopped in random places she had no connection to. she finally took the time to control her powers, to research and learn; she needed to know enough to not accidentally hurt people anymore. but at the end of her journey, the joyful girl’s heart had turned into acid from the core and there was nothing left of the girl she once was. there was no normalcy in her life anymore; and she was lost.
maybe that’s why she went to find her grandmother — a glimpse of a normal life. her parents hadn’t visited the old lady in years, but when she knocked on the door, unsure about what was going to happen, the woman pulled her into her arms immediately. she knows, that was mina’s first thought. but her grandmother never said anything about it and neither did mina.
she stayed for a year as she quietly let the guilt eat her up. “i have to leave” she declared one morning, knowing she had to do something, and quietly, her grandmother agreed. she didn’t have a lot of money, but she was intelligent, and so persistence had managed to get her a scholarship at gumi. she wasn’t sure if it was the right way to go, but she knew it was better than hiding forever. don’t let your mistakes define you, those were her grandmother’s last words before she took off. but mina knew that it was too late for that, she had become acidic; she had become her mistakes.
WHAT CAN THEY DO?
DEFINITION
acid manipulation
mina is able to generate acid out of any liquid as long as it’s within her reach. those acids can be ranging causticity as well as liquidity, however can not become solid. her fingertips are the key to her power, and her hands the only part of her own body that is immune to the caustic effects of the acid. the acid liquids she creates can be controlled by her, giving her the ability to make it travel in certain directions, take simple liquid forms (such as a snake, for example), and have it touch her specific targets. once she stops controlling her chosen liquid, it will turn back to it’s normal state (e.g water will turn back to water after the effects of the manipulation are lifted).
WEAKNESSES
(1) the liquid mina wants to manipulate has to be definitely visible to her, for example in a clear water bottle, as she needs to be able to determine the type of liquid she is going to shift.
(2) the farther she moves away, the harder it will be to control and eventually lose its effect. this distance ranges from a 30 to 40 feet mark, depending on the type of liquid, causticity and liquidity she chooses.
(3) unfortunately, besides her hands, mina is not immune to the effects of the acids herself and has occasionally ended up hurting herself with her powers as well due to lack of control.
(4) it takes a lot of effort to uphold the manipulation, and therefore she tries to not use her power for a long amount of time. the longest she has managed to uphold a liquid shift before having to release the manipulation is 3 minutes. she has never attempted to train and extend that time.
(5) although she has definitely tried before and she would love to be able to do it, she had to learn that blood is a liquid that she can not turn into acid.
DID YOU KNOW?
mina still loves plants and butterflies, which is one of the reason why she chose to get a job at the greenhouse.
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