The Chosen Few [Official Character Sheets]

[Smiley]

Name: Giga Bit
Alias: Oblivious
Age: 23


Appearance: Giga is 5' 5" and weighs about 120 pounds. She has unusually gray skin. A black censor bar covers her eyes at all times, but she can take it off if she chooses to, but her black hair covers up half of her face if she does.

Personality: Giga is very introverted. She doesn't like meeting new people, but she gradually warms up to them after a while! In her eyes, nothing should be believed until she can see it for herself, which has caused some issues before. One of her weaknesses is believing in herself, she feels like she needs others' approval to be good enough.

Passive abilities:

Mentally Unstable: Due to her unstable mind, it is difficult to read Giga's exact thoughts.

Active abilities:

Gaze of Insanity: If she wishes, Giga may remove the censor bar from her face, revealing her eyes. When she makes eye contact with someone, they will go insane. She can also use this ability to hypnotize people.

Living Drawings: When Giga draws something in her sketchbook with her Pen, she can make her drawings a reality, within reason, of course. The book never runs out of paper. If a page were to be removed, it cannot be animated with this ability.

Will O' Wisps: Four small purple fireballs surround Giga at all times. She can use them as a projectile or as a light source. They can even be used as visual and audio transmitters that Giga can place down. Detached Wisps will stay in position for four days, then they disappear.

Ink Jet: Using her Pen, Giga can use a command word to squirt thick black ink in a 30-foot line at a single target to blind them. The ink stays on the target for twelve hours before fading.


Pen: Giga's Pen is a black enamel fountain pen with gold inlay. There is a strange symbol carved into it

 

[Mizzrym]

Name: Xuilqitel Dalmah
(Optional)Alias(es): The man in feathered rags
Age: 26

Appearance: His visage is that of a pile of ragged locks of woven leather and fabric punished into submission by weather and harsh debasement over the years, what little of his person peaks out of his tangled mop hints too hands harden and scared. Eyes gleam with malefic glint from the cool cloak of a bleak shade dripping from a frayed cowl. Walking with naked feet and exposed forearms that fade out of sight should he rest as if he strode around on shy, pale snakes that flee into the mobile bush that his torso.

Personality: Xuilqitel is a silly and odd person with a curiosity that tends to get him and others into trouble, while kind the years of war and violence blacken that light and his struggle to not kneel to the comfort of hate absolute wanes on him always. Commanding a great deal of patience and naturally matched by a great anger should it run dry he minds his limits and is always cautious of it.


Passive Abilities:
Cloak of feathered rags: While clad in his standard ball of aged fabric and leathers his presence blends into the background of mind and eye, it cannot fool nor trick a man looking for him or in an alert state but may hide him in a place of peace and low tension.

Naked feet: Long hard roads with bare feet have rewarded Xuilqitel with harden heels and toes that can make light of jagged stone and underbrush, as long as his feet know the natural floor forced movement is greatly reduced.

Earthen Vice: While within the threshold of nature, earth or her sisters of stone and clay Xuilqitel will have better movement and control of physical action.

Active Abilities:
Wail of dust: Xuilqitel cleaves a limb into the ground and commands loose dirt, dust and sand to jump from its rest into the air creating a cloud. The power and nature of the cloud is out of his control and matters greatly where he does it.

Stone rain: while something earthen his above him within a set range he can command it to break apart and violently crash back to the floor, be it the ceiling of a cave or a large stone conjured or thrown.

Pen:
Nail of Terra: A cut of weighted stone wash in layers of sedimentary earth that ebb and flow as if alive, Glowing with subtle yet heavy shades of red and orange akin to the boiling stone blood of earth itself. Its tip bent and curved like a fingernail yet shaped to allow both wide and fine strokes. Upon its blunt end a cap of lush sand roses with fine crystalline edges that cut the light into colorized ribbons.

Backstory: Young was he when he knew the bleak haze of a wailing horizon creeping ever closer. A child who knew only the safe bubble of family in a city that glowed with joy pulled from it to sink into the waking hell of wars shadow, Demons rode on clouds of burning brimstone that drowned the sky yet priced by the glory of heavens charge only for it too to be consumed, murdering cold the last light of hope. Such a vision of gore and blood was his home that he became blacken with blood from a father who defended him and a mother who offered herself in a final gambit for her child, fleeing while ash stuck to him while he ran crying mad with rage and hate of his weakness into the unknown.

Inspired he trained and fought those demons stressing always to save who he could, using his pen he scribed tunnels and hidden bunkers. Hate and fear grew in the hearts of the survivors acting in sway of his own actions reminding him to not allow his pain to show, his hate to eat at him. For those few that looked to him, to be assured by a confident smile--even if it was a lie that...that much he could do.

In the end he would fail them, upon being found by the demonic hoard who over ran his false haven once again he was overpowered, struggling to even give them pause to allow survivors to flee. Cries and pleas for mercy as demonic fiends tore into the innocent filled his mind and in blind malice, he fell to the floor with pen in hand and cut into the stone his anguish and of those words written with weeping wrath sprang forth a gale of pyroclastic clouds that cull all before it like a scythe to wheat leaving nothing but the hollowed husk of perpetrators and victims.

Realizing what he had done in foolish panic, he sat there in that place now so very silent for a time. To mad to scream. too sad to cry and too guilty to leave. He sat in the ash silently.

After many days he would rise again, his clothing ragged and vile, into the unknown he strode.

 

[Mothunny]

Name: Harley
Alias: Mothunny
Age: 20


Appearance:
This is their base design. Their clothes are usually anything that looks presentable, and comfortable. Most often sweaters, hoodies, random shirts and jeans.
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Personality: They tend to be more shy towards people at first, not talking too much willingly. They usually spend their time alone. When they get closer to someone, they're more energetic and friendly. They have potential to have an attitude.

Passive abilities:
Attraction: Wherever they go, insects follow. They can't command the insects, or control them. They only follow.
Sleep schedule: They are able to go long times without sleep well, 2-3 days, but they also are able to sleep for as long as they want, whenever they want.

Active abilities:
Scented fur: Anyone who smells or has their face too close to their fur will, if Harley picks, grow tired and fall asleep, go unconscious, or in a coma. For the first two they can choose how long they are asleep/out, but when the person goes in a coma, they cannot choose how long they stay in it.
Flying: Not anything magical, just simply flying.

Pen:
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Subject S#14

Name: [Data Corrupted]

Alias: Blindfold

Age: 36 (Biologically, looks 25)

Appearance: Blindfold is a tall, lanky man of about 6'2", and usually wears some sort of dark jacket and a comfortable pair of pants, with a white shirt underneath his jacket. His hair is perpetually messy and pretty long, obviously, because Blindfold can't see, he has no preference about his hair. Oh, and he doesn't have eyes. I should've mentioned that. Where his eyes should be are two dark holes, filled with the Ink. This is understandably pretty disgusting, and it's uncomfortable to feel the Ink running down Blindfold's face, so he covers it up with his namesake, a blindfold.

Personality: Blindfold is a pretty guarded person at first - because of course he is, it's the apocalypse - and is pretty awkward with conversation. But he will open up relatively easily once he realizes a person doesn't mean him harm. He is typically not very empathetic and is very utilitarian-minded. That said, he still understands everyone has psychological needs, too, and will do his best to provide them. Because, of course, he has his own mental,.. issues.
The Man in the Mirror has a constant mental connection with Blindfold. He talks to Blindfold regularly, providing information, warnings about a particular situation, or sometimes just being annoying. The Man and Blindfold have yet to find a way to truly coexist.

Passive abilities:

The Man in the Mirror: Because of the Man in the Mirror, Blindfold's mind is very difficult to crack. And, although Blindfold cannot initiate a mental connection, the Man is a very fearsome opponent if someone else were to initiate a mental struggle.

The Ink: The ink is always in Blindfold's eye sockets, but can snake it's way across Blindfold's body and off of it if Blindfold or the Man directs it. The ink can change it's density at alarming speeds, allowing it to stab, skewer, or shield, as well as make makeshift weapons for Blindfold. It can be used to augment Blindfold's strength if one of Blindfold's limbs are covered with it, used as a projectile, for mobility, to make weapons, and it can even heal Blindfold, as it can manufacture Blindfold's own cells with his genetic signature. This makes the Ink a very versatile weapon, but not one that Blindfold knows how to use to the fullest. There are advanced techniques to the Ink, and it is still nowhere as strong as the Man's version.

Retribution: Blindfold can transfer control of his own body to the Man in the Mirror, intentionally, for sure, but there are also niche conditions in which the Man can 'take' control, such as when Blindfold is knocked unconscious. When the Man in the Mirror is in control, the Man may use his own supreme combat ability and extremely precise control of the Ink to fight enemies; the downside being that the Man isn't terribly used to being mortal, so he usually pushes Blindfold's body way too far. The Man has a certain disregard for danger and completely ignores pain, and usually overworks Blindfold's muscles, so when Blindfold wakes up or the Man releases control, Blindfold is usually tapped out.

Active abilities:

1+1=1 (locked): Blindfold and the Man can certainly be co-conscious, each having equal control of Blindfold's body, but Blindfold hasn't discovered this ability yet.

Notes:
-Blindfold has minor claustrophobia, and hates being covered in the Ink.
-Blindfold cannot cry - his tear ducts are damaged.
-The Man sees Blindfold as an extension of his reputation - so the Man will, if it comes to it, defend him, or send goons to do the same. This is usually only necessary for some sort of immortal being or god that decides to threaten Blindfold.
-Any telekinetic that can read Blindfold's mind - if the Man chooses to let them in - will also read the Man speaking.
-The Man has placed something akin to a curse on Blindfold's true name. Nobody can hear it and remember it - it simply slips through their mind, like a fish through the claws of a hungry bear. This is why he is known as 'Blindfold'.
-Blindfold's greatest fear is the Man - but Blindfold can tell if someone is impersonating him.
-The Man, in his own words, finds it 'inconvenient' to appear physically next to or in the same space as Blindfold. Maybe it's something about being both inside Blindfold's mind and outside it.
-Blindfold hates experiments on his person. They've usually gone terribly. Similarly, needles are bad news.