Caitlin's Characters

[Caitlin]

Name: Estelle Bertrand

Age: Seventeen

Gender: Female

Gift: Ice manipulation. She hates it. Her powers are very unstable, for whatever reason, and there is a perpetual ring of frost that surrounds her. Anything that goes in that ring is slowly covered in a thin layer of ice. Because her skin radiates warmth, she can't get frozen, though her hair is one exception. She has tried to control her powers on multiple occasions (with varying success) in order to actually go up to the city.

Personality: Like her own gift, Estelle is bitter and has a sort of contempt for anything she comes in contact with. She holds everything at arm's length - no closer, no farther. She tends to isolate herself purposefully, even if someone reaches out to her. Sort of apathetic. Tends to blame problems on things besides herself, but she knows when it's her fault... she's just afraid to admit it. If she gets attached to a certain someone, she'll subtly grow out of her shell. Subtly. On occasion, she'll be a bit less of an ice queen and attempt to open up to someone, usually if she's particularly desperate... or apathetic. Tends to crack under pressure.

Appearance: Slender, at about 5'5'', with a very lean build, almost frail and childlike, with a round face. She has long black hair that goes down to her waist, which is very fringey and unevenly cut, curly at the ends. It tends to get into her blue eyes, though she doesn't do too much about it. She has pale skin, probably from staying inside a shack or underground most of the time, but her cheeks and nose are constantly flushed from the cold around her.

Likes/Interests: Doesn't seem to have any real interests, though she does have a fondness for literature and the fine arts. Which is sort of hard to indulge in, since all the books she gets are frozen shut if she reads for too long. She also likes the warmth, since she is really cold most of the time, of course.

Dislikes: Company, other people, ICE ICE COLD SNOW, basically anything and everything.

History: Born in Calais, France on January 14th. Her parents were both regular humans, but many out of the immediate family were Alternates. They expected their only daughter to be a perfectly normal member of society, being sent to prestigious schools only for the very gifted. She excelled at those schools, but always seemed to feel a bit different around the other children. She wrapped herself in scarves and long-sleeved shirts in the heat of summer, something that her peers found incredibly strange. Though she had never been outright ridiculed, she had been isolated on occasion for her peculiar tendencies. Eventually, something got out of hand, and the school administration contacted her oblivious parents.

They were outraged at the prospect of their daughter being an Alternate. Estelle heard them talk about "sending her away," and "getting a cure," which scared the living daylights out of her. Thus, she packed away the few things she still wanted or needed and headed out, looking for a haven for others like her.

She found one in Wixham. Not the best place, but a safer one, she guessed.

[Caitlin]

Name: Kennedy Cruz

Age: Nineteen

Gender: Male

Gift: The ability to turn INVISIBLE. Something he loves abusing.

Personality: Laid-back, honest and charismatic, Kennedy is usually seen meandering around the city, chatting up strangers. Friendly and optimistic to a fault, doesn't like to make enemies. He's the type of person that you either hate or love, since he tries pretty hard to please as many people as possible. Very easy-going, almost sort of submissive. Likes to take things as is it, only speaks up his opinion when someone asks for it. Pretty much the chillest guy you will ever meet. He's the type of person to both donate to charity and smoke and joint at the same time.

Appearance: Tall, but not really muscular, at 5'11''. He has tanned skin, dotted with a few freckles here and there, a few scars from trying to be the peacemaker. Auburn hair falls in front of his eyes, likes to gel it and keep it sharp. He has green eyes, dopey and relaxed, with dark circles from lack of sleep. Wears jeans and plain old t-shirts, casual as can be. Occasionally wears a leather jacket, but most of the time he forgets it.

Likes/Interests: Walking, talking, walking and talking, laughing, having a good time, smoking (on occasion)

Dislikes: Pretty much nothing, but if someone's being mean then he'll probably intervene and stop it. Doesn't really like how Wixham is run, detests people who pick fights and hurt innocents, but it's sort of impossible for him to really hate anybody.

History: Grew up near Wixham, born on December 7th. He basically grew up alone since his parents were ALWAYS AWAY, so he developed very bad habits. He has lived outside Wixham all his life, but once got lost and went on a boat to Greece. Don't worry, he got back safe and sound.

[Caitlin]

Name: Sable Faulkner

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Female

Gift: Metal manipulation

Personality: Sable is sort of a bitch, in simplest terms. Though not the worst person in existence, she takes shortcuts to get to her goals and tends to make shady deals with people she doesn't know that well, relying on her "logical intuition." Sort of arrogant, but knows when to get off her high horse. Very aggressive and short-tempered, though rarely holds grudges against anyone unless she knows that they're really horrible people. Easily gets frustrated, mostly because she's pretty quick-thinking and can't see why some people are so stupid sometimes. Oddly enough, she has a few friends, mostly people who bother to take risks and have fun and not be stupid or boring or slow. Tends to be a bit of a bitch mostly if she's bored and itching for a fight. She has sort of taken a liking to fighting, somehow in a constant attempt to prove herself to other people and to also have "fun." Sable, however, has never considered that she may be going about things wrong.

Appearance: Intimidating at a glance and standing at 5'8'', the first thing someone would notice is Sable's black eyepatch, which covers (the remnants of) her right eye. The hastily-stitched scar, however, is not covered by the patch and goes down to her chin. She has many other scars (some more gruesome than others) that trail around pale, almost greyish skin (which originated from a time when she dabbled in narcotics). She has platinum-blonde "fluffy" hair that covers part of the eyepatch and goes down to her shoulders. Her eye is bloodshot, electric blue with heavy, dark circles. Her face is angular, with near-noticeable cheekbones and almost awkward joints that are covered with bandages of all shapes and sizes. The only thing that will forever separate her from being "one of the guys" is her breast size, which badly annoys her.
In a subconscious aspiration to be more masculine, Sable wears t-shirts and board shorts most of the time, rolled up jeans, a trench coat on occasion.

Likes/Interests: Archaeology and history in general, getting into fights(when she's in a bad mood, if the person "deserved" it, etc), wandering around

Dislikes/Peeves: Arrogance (oh irony), slow people, cramped spaces, boredom

History: Sable was born sometime in August and raised by her Alternate parents, historians who traveled around the world out of both fear of people catching them as well as a natural curiosity they were born with. She has about 6 brothers of multiple ages, with her being somewhere in between. (Being exposed to large amounts of testosterone since she was little, she eventually grew up to be some kind of pseudo-renegade mercenary Indiana Jones guy.) Their powers were subtle, luckily, so they were never found. Sable was taught to explore and to have a good time, but also to cheat and take shortcuts if the opportunity arose. Eventually, when she was 14, they moved to a residence near Wixham where they settled down. Her older brothers left sometime afterward, the younger ones clinging to their parents. And then they got taken away one stormy night, with Sable wandering around somewhere outside her little house. She came home alone, cried, and then decided that crying was for the weak and basically took on the challenge to carry on their dreams and hopes and aspirations. Since then, she has roamed around to discover where the Alternate's abilities originated from and why. Oh, she got the scar from a fight with "some kind of bear."

[Caitlin]

Name: Ezekiel Gentry

Age: Nineteen

Gender: Male

Gift: Immortality. His body repairs itself on death to a pre-death state. However, his body can only make him come back - injuries must heal on their own... but only way he could die is if it was self-inflicted. He ages (mentally more than physically) at a slower pace than others, giving him the mind of a child. His gift was discovered when he was 8, after all.

Personality: Blindly optimistic. Strangely cheerful and welcoming, Ezekiel is very childlike for his age. Like a child, he is curious and adventurous, getting himself into trouble quite often. Honest and trusting, though also incredibly gullible. Tends to be very clingy towards people he knows well, and can't stand being left alone for long periods of time. (of course, the laboratory is hell to him) Needy, though not necessarily self-centered. He is aware that he is much less mature than he should be, but there is nothing he can actually do about that. He has bouts of depression from time to time, an indication that he is much more mature than his "gift persona" lets him.

Appearance: 5'6'', thin, with fair skin and a few scars on his legs from falling, getting scraped, or being experimented on. Ezekiel, of course, has the body of a (fairly malnourished) child - a round nose, small hands, generally, a small person. He has curly chestnut hair that goes down to his chin and is perpetually messy, always falling in front of his face and his excited copper eyes. Though his hair annoys him, he's usually too caught up in something to get the time to fix it. His body is wiry and awkward, with few muscles, rough calluses and almost no fat, thanks to being at a camp for most of his life. Wears a little woven charm bracelet, though he can't remember where it's from... he also has a thing for scarves.

Likes/Interests: Shiny things, cute things, people, adventure

Dislikes/Peeves: Mean people, being alone, the laboratories

History: He doesn't remember anything except for being here, in the camps, and the labs. He hates them equally but he finds himself in the labs more often, being tested to create some kind of drug or something. But he swore he was never rude. Never picked fights. Always friendly, if annoying. He is just forced to work tirelessly, like all the others. But maybe one day he died, he forgot how, but then came back to life. So what? What kind of power was that? Immortality isn't all that great if you were stuck in a place like this.