Mutants & Masterminds: The Indigo Children - Indigo Network User Profiles

[jameson (ST)]

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OOC Info:

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Appearance: (description or a photo/image)

Personality:

Background:

Power Theme: (top level, i.e. Psychic Telekinetic effects including x, y, & z)

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IC Indigo Network Profile:

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Joined:

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IN Buddies:

Other: (you can use this space as a wildcard for whatever info you may have shared over the Network.

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Ross "Shove" Shreveson

OOC Info
Name: Ross Shreveson
Birthday: August 2, 1990
Height: 5'10
Weight: 175
Gender: Male
Age: 19

Appearance:


Personality: Ross is a serious, strong-minded young man who believes that though the world has mainly shades of gray, you should always try to do right by people as much as yourself.

Background: In a family of high-profile targets on the NYPD 'find a way to nab' list, Ross Shreveson was the black sheep, a throughly law-abiding young citizen. His father, Brendan Shreveson, is a major organized crime kingpin in the Big Apple. His mother, Belinda, a former fashion model, is similarly the head of the Shreveson activities in prostitution, and other 'sex work'.

Growing up a impressionable young man, Ross was exposed in his early youth to the viewpoints in the world presented to children of a young age. The basic 'good guy' viewpoint of popular culture made the young man distinctly at ill ease with the honest, and blatantly emerging truth that he was being brought up in a family of villains, not matter the efforts Brendan made to impress on his son otherwise.

This point was driven home by the fact that at the critical stages of junior high and high school, despite his good looks and sociability, he was always stigmatized by the open secret of his family, and there always was a few students in classes whose families had suffered greatly from the Shreveson mob. Added often being stopped and harassed by police officers, and Ross felt sick to his stomach.

Despite his father's efforts to indoctrinate Ross and his sister Monica, only Monica gave in to the dark world and temptation that Brendan attempted to submerge his offspring in, agreeing to become the heir to the mob.

Ironically, the power that he initially denied, would be shown to him again, but in a different form. After a family argument, 17 year old Ross stormed into his room and slammed the door, or so he heard the sound of. As he realized the next moment, he already was several feet away from the now closed door, making the occurrence impossible. Then, as he stared for a moment in surprise, the door opened itself again.

After the course of a shocking half-minute, and a few more opening and closings, Ross recognized what had happened. Thankfully, the yell of his father to stop slamming the door or get additional punishments confirmed this discovery to be secret.

Two nights later, Dreamtime contacted him, and Ross learned about the others like him.

Ross remained defiant toward his father, and as soon as he graduated, he left home, started community college, and got an apartment and a job. He has dissociated himself from his family, refusing to speak of them.

Ever since he has recognized his powers at age 17, he has toyed with the idea of becoming a second Apex, atoning for his family's deeds by stopping them, and other abusers of the city.

Power Theme: Psionic Telekinesis, which also is capable of being utilized in a manner as to deflect attacks and when self-targeted, allows Ross to 'fly'.

FtF Relationships: Though voluntarily severed from his family's criminal operations, Ross is aware that Valerie, whom he knew as a child is serving as a courier for the Shreveson mob, which concerns him deeply, since the job work might possibly be more demanding. Valerie does not know any of this, having been out of contact with Ross for some time.

Complications for GM:
- Ross' last name is the most immediate issue. He tends to deny or refuse to consider the suggestion that he is related to THE crime lord of the Big Apple. Shreveson isn't exactly a popular name in the city, and Ross has made a good deal of effort cutting his connections with his family. Although, Ross still knows and keeps up contact with a few people from high society. It's not impossible that he could be drawn into face to face contact with his estranged parents and sisters. Such an event could spark rather loud fireworks. (Reputation, Secret, Hatred, Temper)

- As mentioned above, Ross still keeps up relationships with old high school peers and a few of the folks in high society. If he was asked to do a favor for them, it would require a good reason for Ross to turn them down. (Responsibility, Honor)

- And of course, Ross is hiding the secret that he is one of the new superheroes in NYC. (Secret)

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IC Indigo Network Profile

Network Screen Name: Shove
DoB: 8/2/1990
Joined: 10/3/2007
Location: NYC

IN Buddies: Velocity

Other: Shove is a supporter of Apex and what he is trying to accomplish.

[Velocity]

OOC Info:

Name: Valerie “Velocity” Blake

DoB: 03.10.1990

Height: 5’7”

Weight: ~100lbs

Appearance:

Valerie is of lean, athletic built close to Olympic sprinters at their peak condition. Valerie has intensive green eyes and red hair that reaches just past her chin, long enough to make a small pony tail with it.

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Personality: Openhearted, outgoing and energetic. Somewhat inpatient and always looking for action. Standing still seems impossibly difficult for her. She could also be considered naïve given her lack of education.

Background: Valerie Blake is a school drop out. She had been formerly more on the chubby side and an outsider at school but once she got her powers that changed dramatically. Suddenly she was pretty (Attractive 1) and her body virtually transformed into a top athletes defined and leaned shape. She dropped out of school pretty fast after that thinking that with superpowers she wouldn't need any stupid schoolstuff to do.

The real reason for her drop out is her very damaged relationship to her parents. Her father has been sent to jail when she was a little girl and her mother constantly tried to keep things together made her grow a huge grudge against them. Only her brother Daniel made her stay at home and not leave without a trace.

Daniel quickly replaced her father as her father-figure and Valerie gave him all the love she had to a point where it may got on his nerves. Especially since he has a steady GF now. Valerie understands that her brother has his own life and that he isn't her dad but sometimes she wished he was her real dad. She never visited her dad in jail, having built up too much hatred for him being gone when she needed him the most and her mother, although a loving and caring mother just couldn't reach her anylonger. Valerie retreated into her own world and secluded herself very much. She drowned her worries and fears with regular eating binges until her youthful metabolism couldn't compensate any longer and she was slowly getting fat; which added more to her misery and self loathing.

After her change she literally stripped off her former live. Very much like being reborn Valerie suddenly got lively and energetic. She revels in her powers and thinks little about consequences (which is a great deal due to her lack of knowledge/education). She is not stupid or dumb, she just missed some basics at school which she never cared to learn. She could be considered clever if someone put her under his wing.

Power Theme: Super-Speed, Super-Speed, Super-Speed – and some Super-Speed

enhanced Metabolism, above peaked human dexterity.

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IC Indigo Network Profile:

Network Screen Name: Velocity

DoB: 03.10.1990

Joined: 03.10.2007

Location: NYC

IN Buddies: Probably everyone who seems nice…

Other:

[SalmonMax]

Name: Tomoe Ishimura

DoB: June 16th, 1990

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 122lbs

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Tomoe is sly and cunning, choosing her reactions and responses carefully depending on circumstances and her goals. From moment to moment, she is good at thinking a few steps ahead and at manipulating the expectations of others to her advantage.

In a life full of secrets, even from her own family, Tomoe has many acquaintances but no real friends. She is excellent at smiling and laughing and joking through it, but actually feels her loneliness keenly.

She often uses simple practical jokes as a social dominance tool.

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Tomoe was born with a degenerative condition in her optic nerves that led to permanent, incurable blindness by the time she turned ten. The youngest of three children, she was already the 'baby' of her well-off family, and her condition ensured that she would be kept in a gilded cage; pampered but kept out of public view for fear of embarrassment.

But even as her eyesight faded, Tomoe began to realize other senses. While she could see she read stories about people who could do almost as well with hearing as with sight. She worked hard to try to develop this for herself, but with mixed results. You couldn't 'see' with sound, not unless you were a bat, and running around screeching at as high a pitch as possible was not greeted with approval by the others in the house. Then Tomoe reasoned that her eyes were still working, really. It was just that the signals weren't reaching her brain right. Maybe, she thought, she could find some way to get those signals flowing again. She spent days just sitting still and concentrating, trying to find the light. Perhaps it is inevitable that her diligence was rewarded. At first Tomoe thought she was just imagining things. The 'feeling' of light in her head was just wishful thinking. In spite of this, experience rapidly proved that she could sense the presence or absence of light, despite the nonfunctioning status of her eyes.

Things progressed quickly after that initial breakthrough. She learned to distinguish between intensities of light, then colors. Then, with time, she learned to use her ability to "see" again; to mentally construct images from light just as she had before she'd gone blind. Only now the information was coming from her psionic power rather than from her eyes. This had advantages. She could 'see' in any direction without turning her head, and her mind was potentially much more sensitive to light than her eyes, letting her see in relative darkness. It went farther than that though. She could not just sense light, but change it. Shape it and control it.

At first Tomoe was overjoyed and told her parents and siblings about the breakthrough, back when she first learned she could still sense light. They didn't believe her, and told her it was all in her head. After a couple of depressing talking-tos from her father, Tomoe stopped coming to them about it. Even after she learned to see again...for by then she'd realized that there were advantages to this arrangement.

Her father was an executive officer, a vice president in charge of Western Division sales for a powerful Japanese corporation called Inazuma; manufacturers of consumer electronics for automobiles and personal use. When she was younger and living in Tokyo, he was often away on business. Finally the company purchased offices in New York, and moved most of its Western Division executives there full time...including Tomoe's father. She began to sneak out of the house to experience the world that her family tried to shield her from. With clever use of images of sculpted light, and blanking out her own image, she found it easy to get away and back with none the wiser.

Reveling in her newfound freedom, she quickly got into trouble on the streets, and her latent telekinetic ability manifested to protect her. Mental force bolstered her muscles, though her comparatively weak power could only empower her arms OR her legs, not both at once. She did learn to project it outside herself as well, but its force was considerably reduced when moving distant objects.

Now in her late teens, Tomoe found herself in a perfect position to express all the frustrations she'd endured, along with the everyday angsts of any teenager. She put on a black bodysuit and a kitsune mask with the intention of becoming a sort of 'silent ninja avenger.' More often than not though she wound up playing petty pranks on kids that annoyed her, or teachers that gave her bad marks. From this she graduated to petty thefts as she learned to 'cloak' herself, by changing light reflecting from her to match light hitting her on the other side. It was effectively perfect transparency. It didn't come easily or quickly, but when she mastered the trick, it gave her a free hand to do as she pleased.

Tomoe did not only commit petty crimes with her powers though. In fact, she spent a great deal of time doing things she couldn't normally do as herself. Even innocent things like taking Akkido lessons that would be inappropriate for a blind girl to do, or less innocent things like learning to pick locks.

After a while her nightly outings were more about thrills and excitement than a need for money...though she found ways to spend what she stole, making a secret stash that was just hers, not her family's. Her first 'big time' job was a jewelry store, and it was very nearly a disaster. The store used ultrasonic sensors, not infrared, and was easily able to detect her moving in. The police were nearby and responded quickly. And when they realized they had her cornered inside, but couldn't see her, they used tear gas to flush her out. The smoky gas made her invisibility less useful, and blocked her own sight. The coughing gave her away too. Just before they found her, Tomoe managed to make an image of herself running away as she held her breath, luring the police to chase the decoy. She escaped.

After that close call, Tomoe kept a low profile. She used some of her ill-gotten goods to upgrade her gear, making a new mask that was actually a filter mask disguised to look like a kitsune. Her new bodysuit was padded and made of ballistic nylon...a special order that cost her most of what she had. She practiced using these projected holograms more, even working out how to use her telekinesis to move the air to make sounds.

The setbacks she'd suffered only made Tomoe more determined than ever to learn about her powers and use them...but now she started re-thinking whether or not she wanted to be a criminal, or a 'villain.' As she watched television coverage of the jewelry store, she made a decision. From then on, she'd only use her powers against things that deserved it. Anyone, or anything who did wrong and thought themselves above justice would soon learn otherwise.

Power Theme:

Physical psychic; photokinesis and weak telekinesis.

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Network Screen Name: Kitsune

DoB: June 16th, 1990

Joined: June 17th, 2008

Location: New York

IN Buddies: Pending

Other: Pending

[z-Isaac Ward]

OOC Info:

Name: Isaac Ward

DoB: 3/19/90

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 250 lbs

Appearance: A rough life has made this young man look older than his twenty years. Cynicism and anger are the normal expression, save when he is with a beloved animal. His physique is that of a thug's - strong, well-defined muscle that leave no doubt were his talents lie. He usually dresses very casually in clothing that can easily be replaced.

Personality: Hard and emotionally calloused, Isaac has built a wall around himself. Only animals have access to his emotionally stunted interior; the only human who might pierce that wall is his lost sister. He is always terse and to the point, and prone to react with violence.

Background: Isaac had the hard-knock life, in many ways. At age five, he witnessed the death of his single mother during a shoot-out in his apartment building. Though the officer who killed her was reprimanded for recklessness, it wasn’t enough to stop Isaac’s hatred of guns, a hatred he still has today. He and his baby sister were put into foster care; the cute baby girl was adopted quickly, but Isaac began a long series of bounces through the system.

By age sixteen, he was mostly running wild, ignoring his foster parents and doing what he wanted. It was natural for him to fall into a life of crime; even at sixteen had a fighter’s build and a natural gift for scrapping. Time and experience on the streets only added to that skill.

For all of his rough edges, there was one constant in his life: animals. Even in his darkest mood, a cat rubbing on his leg could bring a smile. Early on, he tried to find a way save every animal he found. The Event meant that every animal was far more precious to the young man, and he even rescued and rehabilitated rats.

Dreamtime found him not long after this, directing him to the Indigo network. Though Isaac thought it was bullshit – he certainly didn’t have any powers - he created an account with the handle MadDog. He told himself it was just to get the chick in his dreams off his back, but he occasionally logged in on a lark and chatted a little. It wasn’t really for him but he found it oddly compelling to just lurk, watching the others post and talk.

Then he found himself understanding animals. It was a wake-up call. From there, his interaction with them deepened; he could alter their feelings toward him, and even compel them to do exactly as he wished. He hated the latter ability, but the others were kinda cool.

By the time he was cut loose from the system on his eighteenth birthday, Isaac was ready to be free. He had already been helping the Shreveson Family as a knee-breaker and muscle. Brendan Shreveson himself noticed the young man and got him into the underground fighting ring run by the family. That was the turning point for Isaac – where he’d barely been making it with the crumbs he got as a muscle, the kickback he got for fighting was enough to allow him a level of lower class comfort – if that was what he wanted.

Isaac set himself up in an abandoned warehouse when he couldn’t find an apartment that would allow him to keep his pets. He lives without creature comforts such as electricity so that he can keep his furred and feathered friends close.

Power Theme: Animal Control, Empathy and Communication

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IC Indigo Network Profile:

Network Screen Name: MadDog

DoB: 3/19/90

Joined: 9/15/07

Location: --

IN Buddies: --

Other: MadDog is sometimes teased for being a lurker; he is a man of few words normally and hates typing. When he does speak, it's memorable.

Choice Quotes:

Kurgan - 8:08 pm: I love foxes. Think Kitsune is hot?

MadDog - 8:08 pm: oh she's hot.

Razor - 8:08 pm: Have you met her?

Kitsune - 8:09 pm: ...

MadDog - 8:09 pm: no

Kurgan - 8:10 pm: Then how do you know?

Razor - 8:10 pm: Why did you say that?

Kitsune - 8:10 pm: ...

MadDog - 8:11 pm: she types likes she's hot and that's really hot

Kitsune - 8:11 pm: ... :red: Guys, I'm right here.

MadDog - 8:11 pm: see? hot

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MadDog - 10:33 pm: Shove, heheh

-sprite- - 10:33 pm: ?

MadDog - 10:34 pm: that to me?

-sprite- - 10:34 pm: Yeah, what's up with that sudden laugh?

MadDog - 10:36 pm: just realized that this is a guy who thinks apex is TEH SHIT but picks a nick that makes him sound like a schoolyard bully

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MadDog - 7:44 pm: (to Velocity) don't you ever shut up?

More to come, and feel free to talk to me about what I've posted here...

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Isaac's friends:

Raucous:

Ghandi:

Twist:

[Shirayuki]

Name-Melissa Archer

Handle- Shirayuki "White Snow"

Age- 20

Height- 5'10

Mass- 58 kg

Eyes- Icy Blue

Hair- Platinum Blonde (almost white)

Power Theme- The ability to manipulate, create, and control intense cold.

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background

Melissa is not your average working actress in New York. She was a child prodigy, and has continued to excel in all her endeavors She has only just begun to headline shows(3 shows), yet she's starting to turn heads at her dancing ability, charm, and grace. She's only had a handful of speaking rolls, but she handled herself with aplomb and many of the critics praised her as a refreshing new face. She's extremely beautiful and well liked by everyone who meets her. Men always are courteous to her, and she smiles, not so much loving the attention, but genuinely when one remarks on her dancing in the latest play or production. Her passion has always been the art of dancing, followed closely by ice sculpture. She's a remarkably tough and enduring young woman, though she's decidedly not a combatant. Her ability to control cold and ice is virtually a part of her now, and she seems very comfortable with her life.

You see she's always been really good at controlling the cold. As she grew up she found she never got cold, and if she focused, she could create areas of cold and command ice at will. Along the way she found out she could do other things, and when she saw reports of other people doing amazing things she decided she would seek out these others and see if any were like her. Her curiosity is one of her more endearing traits to some. Despite her fame and all, that's why she frequents the network.

Her father, Jack Archer Real estate Tycoon, having worked his way up from the Streets of San Francisco to the High-rises of New York. She doesn't have to work, but she chooses to, determined to only use her Father's wealth and prestige as a last resort.

Her Mother was Cherion (pronounced Karen) Archer, a known and respected lawyer in New York. About nine years ago her mother was slain in an automobile accident, leaving her alone with her Father. Being the busy man he was, he enrolled her in the finest private boarding schools, and really only saw her on holidays. The School plays and formal functions were really the only time he made for her, and her grandfather told her it was painful for her father to be around her, as she looked so much like her mother. Her mother loved dance, and that was enough for her to take it up. With dance she caught her father's eye and he supported her as she began to branch into theater. After her first starring role (She's only had 3)He was the first to greet her with a bouquet of roses and the words, Your mother would be so happy, You make me proud, Melissa."

Appearance- Melissa is a vision of beauty and grace. Possessing ice-blue eyes and nearly white platinum blonde hair, Her choice of IN handles was easy.

IN profile- Shirayuki

Joined- 09/10/06

posts- 200

Not a prolific poster due to her schedule, she's seen as insightful and generally a kind person. She seems to abhor violence and can't stand flame wars.

[Tharra of the Katjaa]

OOC Info:

Name: Jordan Cavanaugh (Male) (Jordan Johansson (Female))

DoB: 10/31/1990 (01/01/1988)

Height: Varies, currently favours 5'10''

Weight: Varies

Appearance: Varies. Any form Jordan takes is as natural to Jordan as any other. Since taking guardianship of her younger sister, Jordan has favoured her female identity, an appearance she has refined since she was fourteen - Tall, athletically svelte and toned like a champion Yogalates instructor, curvaceous without being exaggerated, vibrant auburn hair and intense turquoise eyes. With almost too perfect features, she combines a sensual glamorousness with a girl-next-door vivaciouness that is truly stunning and captivating. Possesses a more than passing resemblance to Scarlett Johansson (with several other celebrities seamlessly blended in), if Scarlett Johansson had a taller, far more attractive sister.

In his legal male identity, Jordan is a handsome young man with dark hair and blue eyes, a bit of scruff, and an amused quirk to his smile. Stands six foot two, with an athletic, but not bulky build.

Having two legal identities doesn't stop Jordan from taking other forms though, depending on circumstances. However, he is reluctant to copy the appearance of someone in particular, especially if they are known to Jordan. Did it once to disguise himself as the captain of the football team to make-out with his girlfriend, but felt really guilty after that. Pretending to be a celebrity to get into a club and similar shenanigans is fair game though.

Jordan's clothing tends to be of high quality even if manufacturer's names are usually missing, and comes in huge variety of styles. A few of her friends who have been to her house wonder where she keeps them all or how she can afford them.

Personality: Having experienced life from a variety of angles, male, female, young, old, different ethnicities, Jordan has developed a pretty good understanding of people and takes them as they are, while presenting himself or herself as she wishes. Jordan is remarkably affable and charming, always willing to try new things. After dad skipped out on them, Jordan's commitment to family grew that much stronger. Regardless of what he looked like or chose to be, his mom and younger sister never turned their backs on him and he'd be willing to do anything for them.

Having gone through the adolescence as both a guy and a girl, as well as sneaking off to bars and strip clubs from a young age, Jordan has no idea what to classify himself as, so doesn't bother. Males and females each have their own advantages and disadvantages, and she uses them at need. She likes what she likes, and whereas she is usually some degree of attractive, looks aren't all that attracts her to someone.

She does tend to read a fair bit of magazines though, and studies people when out in public, picking up ideas for shifting. New clothing, hair styles and colours, a way of standing or a certain gesture, the way a muscle moves beneath the skin or the shape and colour of the eyes, all these and more fascinate her.

She does hide an abject fear of forgetting who she is, since when she changes, her new form is as natural as any other - she can't 'relax' into a base form. As a consequence, she rigorously goes over details of her life in her mind, appearances and personas she has worn. Considering what she can do, and people like Apex and Dreamtime around, the thought of a Mindbender terrifies her.

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Born to David Cavanaugh, a construction worker, and Karoline Cavanaugh, nee Johansson, an accountant for the IRS, Jordan was raised in New York City all his life, since despite the Event, they had made their home here and refused to move. Shortly after Jordan was born, Karoline was diagnosed with cervical cancer. It was caught early and treated, but she was unable to have anymore children. Still, several years later, they adopted a darling baby girl from a local orphanage to complete their family.

Despite times growing lean, the Cavanaugh's were close, supporting each other, and Jordan and Jaime, grew up in a loving family.

The first time Jordan noticed he was different, he was eleven. The day before, he had gotten creamed playing basketball during recess. Waking up the next day, he found himself half a foot taller and forty pounds heavier due to height and muscle. He thought it was awesome. His parents were more concerned about the drastic, overnight growth spurt. A visit to the doctors revealed nothing however revealed nothing. Even his elevated hormone levels weren't unusual for a boy going through puberty.

Over the next few years, Jordan realized he could change himself in certain ways. He could make himself bigger and stronger, or lots faster, or sharpen his senses. He tried to keep it secret, but once a shift was made, it stayed and sometimes he forgot to shift the attribute back. His father turned a willfully blind eye, but his mother noticed the changes, even when his eyes went from brown to blue.

The next major crisis happened when Jordan was fourteen. He and his best friend, Peter Greene, were playing the newest Tomb Raider game and were comparing Lara Croft to the hottest girls in school when Jordan began shifting right before Peter's eyes. Seconds later, Jordan looked like a teenaged, but still stacked, Lara Croft with Kimiko Mueller's slanted blue eyes and Rachel McPhee's bright red hair, tied back in the trade mark braid, dressed in the same brief safari shorts and tight, turquoise top. Peter stared in mute shock. Jordan threatened to kill him if he told anyone. It took several minutes, Jordan managed to shift back to his previous appearance.

Neither Jordan nor Peter could ignore what happened though, and the next few weeks led to experimenting. Which led to making out, since parents weren't concerned about two boys behind closed doors, when they didn't know one of them could be a girl whenever he wanted. Jordan thought it was a little unfair he was always the girl, but was having too much fun to care much. Until his dad caught them.

David was frustrated, with work being scarce, and spending time with his athletic son was his only outlet. So stepping into Jordan's room and seeing his son's arms around another boy as his appearance melted into that of a more than attractive girl was completely maddening. David threw Peter from the room then nearly beat the girl who had been his son to death, before being stopped by his wife.

They tried to talk it out, but David refused to be anywhere near a freak like whatever Jordan was. He packed his bags and tools, took the car, and left. They never heard from him again. Jordan blamed himself for dad leaving, but his mother consoled him. Jaime just thought it was awesome - she could have an older brother and a big sister.

It was around this time Dreamtime came to him, revealing that he wasn't alone, just different, like many others since the Event. Gigaflop contacted him the next day about the Indigo Network. Even if at first Jordan didn't do much more than lurk, the site helped a lot.

Karoline moved them to a smaller house, and enrolled Jordan in another school, arranging for him to get another set of genuine identification thanks to her connections in the IRS and a niece from outside the country. Life went on, with Jordan attending school, sometimes as a boy and sometimes as a girl, and helping his mother around the house and with Jaime.

Peter stayed a loyal friend. And when he offered Jordan five hundred dollars to attend the Freshman Formal with him as the girl of his dreams, Jordan realized he had a source of easy, legal (mostly) money. Able to look older whenever he wanted, Jordan had already spent time in bars and strip clubs, absorbing a wider range of looks and demeanors, but it had never occurred to him to go on stage. He could make himself look way better than any of the dancers, and the right strip club wouldn't ask for ID.

After getting over the stage fright, Jordan had a source of easy money, and it only took a few hours, a couple of nights. Switching between both male and female strippers, Jordan didn't develop devoted regulars, but he didn't care. Being a teenager making a few hundred a night, it was enough to help his mother out and still having some spending money. His mother never asked him where he got the money, but as long as he kept on top of his school work and it wasn't illegal, she didn't pry. The extra income was welcome.

Jordan stayed involved in the clandestine dancing for a couple of years, until one incident stopped him cold. She was dancing at a Shreveson-run club, in the champagne room, when she heard something she wasn't supposed to. Before she knew it, there was a gone pressed between her breasts. She felt more than heard a bang, dimly recalled being rolled up in a carpet, then dragged away.

She came to hours later, naked and stuck against a bridge pylon, not knowing the details of what happened, only that she should have been dead. Maybe she had died. It didn't matter. She had enough of that. Jordan got a regular job, commissioned sales work, joined the drama club, and set his eyes on Hollywood instead. Looks equaled money there. After getting some experience, and finding out he was a natural, Jordan tried out for some theater roles, auditioning for any part. That's when he noticed a detriment in being able to shift appearances. He could fit any role, but few people believed he was the same person and he couldn't develop any name recognition. He'd have to settle on one appearance, with more subtle changes if he wanted to make it big.

Finally, he graduated, and was about to leave for LA with his girlfriend Stacy (who didn't know everything), when his mother collapsed at work. It seemed her cancer had returned and she had hidden it from her children. Jordan couldn't leave, not with his mom in such a condition, though Stacy didn't understand and left for LA anyway, which hurt, he had grown more than fond of her.

Jordan took up more of the responsibility around the house as Karoline was admitted to the hospital, putting his dreams of acting on hold. Only a few short months later, with an order for no artificial means of prolonging her life, Karoline lost her battle with cancer. Her will and provisions left Jordan and Jaime the house and the car and covered most of the medical expenses, but little else. Before child services could step in and place Jaime in foster care, Jordan stepped in and took legal custody. Giving Jaime the choice, Jordan used her female identity and became Jaime's guardian when their father didn't make an appearance.

It's been about year now, since their mother died, and Jordan and Jaime are doing their best to get by. Jaime attends private school, which Jordan struggles to afford, along with utility bills and other expenses. With nothing more than a high school diploma, Jordan currently works at the Major World used-car dealership, where her people skills help her with commission bonuses. She also looks around for modeling and acting parts when she can for extra cash, though with the state NY City is in, those aren't always on the up and up. When she mentioned in passing to Peter that she was considering stripping, he asked her why she just didn't set up a website, showing off a variety of girls in a variety of state of dress. Stay anonymous and get paid by credit card or paypal. Though she would miss the human interaction, a website suited her needs perfectly. She could work from home, wouldn't even take that long, and best of all, she wouldn't have to worry about being shot. The website has just started in the last month, and the incoming revenue looks promising.

Power Theme: Shapeshifter (can assume nearly any humanoid shape, can develop minor, superhuman physical characteristics)

Relatives:

Jaime Cavanaugh- Jordan's fifteen year old adopted sister. She's quite pretty, with long brown hair and blue eyes. Vivacious and extroverted, athletic and popular, she thinks it's pretty cool what Jordan can do, though she can't help being a little jealous - Jordan can be as hot as she wants and doesn't even have to try. The two sisters do share a close bond though, since being abandoned by their father and their mother passing away. That they don't share blood isn't an issue. Though that hasn't stopped Jaime from making clandestine inquiries about who her real parents were.

*****

IC Indigo Network Profile:

Network Screen Name: Tiresias (Go look it up!)

DoB: 10/31/1990

Joined: 8/23/2005

Location: New York

IN Buddies:

Other: Yes, I've tried it both ways, and then some.

[Heavy]

Click to reveal.. (inactive)

OOC Info:

Name: Honesto Lacro
DoB: 03/27/1990
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 825 lbs.
Appearance: At 5’9”, Honesto doesn’t quite qualify as “tall”, but he’s got the “dark and handsome” part of the old adage on lock. His boyish face, exotic looks, and surfer’s physique all combine to make Honesto quite the head-turner. He generally prefers casual, loose fitting clothing.

Personality: Honesto not only looks like a surfer, he has the easygoing zen-like personality to match. He’s almost always calm, laid-back and accepting of whatever comes his way. Though not especially aggressive by nature, Honesto’s seemingly imperturbable calm comes from an utter fearlessness that approaches true ataraxia in the face of even the most unexpected or dangerous of situations. Though he does take care to stay clean and well-groomed, and seems to have put some thought into his own personal style, Honesto seems entirely indifferent to his good looks and the affect they have on others around him, and even the attention he gives to his personal appearance is largely a professional consideration and not something he finds personally important.

Background: Honesto Lacro was born in New York City on March 27th, 1990 to a second generation American Filipino father named Arvin Lacro and a “family’s been in America so long they’ve lost track of which generation they’re currently on” Caucasian mother named Cecilia Lacro nee Carter. The family left the city a year after that and moved to Oceanside, California, to a beachside neighborhood. There Arvin continued to work as a chef, as he had done in New York, mostly in various mid- to high-end restaurants serving one sort of “Asian” cuisine or another. During the first few years of Honesto’s life, his mother stayed at home to raise him, but once he reached five years of age and began his first year of school she returned to work as a nurse.

The majority of Honesto’s life since his birth has been a happy and contented (if not very exciting) one. He spent a mellow childhood at the nearby beach or skating around with friends. Good-looking and easygoing, Honesto was easy to like and as a result he never lacked for friends. As he grew older he took up surfing and skateboarding, becoming increasingly skilled at both as he got older. All in all, his childhood was active and happy and filled with lots of memories and few regrets.

Eventually, and inevitably, Honesto reached puberty and began to undergo many changes, most of them awkward. Some of those changes were more awkward, and harder to understand, than others though. Chief among them was his increasing difficulty at the sports he loved best. By the time he’d entered high school, Honesto had completely given up on skateboarding (a devastating loss in his youthful eyes), and was stubbornly refusing to accept that surfing had also become all but impossible for him. It seemed as though every skateboard he put his weight on snapped as soon as he tried to do anything other than push it down the street and he couldn’t seem to get his feet under him out on the waves to save his life. What was more, even just swimming had become so difficult that a few times he’d thought he might actually drown.

His parents had briefly become concerned over these developments, fearing that a heart condition or nervous disorder might be behind his difficulties with physical activities, and took him to see a few doctors. But the doctors could find nothing wrong or even unusual about Honesto, other than a much higher than average body weight for a boy of his height and build, and in fact he was in most regards the model of good physical health. The doctors reassured Honesto and his parents that it wasn’t uncommon for boys to lose a certain amount of physical coordination during their teen years as their bodies attempted to adjust to rapid growth and new distributions of weight, and that in all likelihood he would be back on the boards he missed so much in no time at all.

His parents were reassured and put their fears to rest, but of course Honesto didn’t “recover his lost coordination”, since he’d never lost it at all, and skateboarding and surfing went from being nearly impossible to being flatly impossible. Honesto noticed his increasingly abnormal weight early on, and though he brought it up frequently with family and friends at first (what teenaged boy isn’t proud when his body finally starts to fill out and put on the pounds?); once their reactions changed from curious interest at the 5’6” 16 year old who weighed 220lbs but looked like he should weigh 160lbs at most, to quiet unease at the 17 year old who weighed over 270lbs Honesto took the hint and began to keep his weight to himself. Though he began to hide his true weight from those around him it had already become common knowledge that Honesto was “Heavy (like, really heavy!)”, and the nickname stuck.

To fill the gap in his life left by surfing and skating, Honesto had taken up the guitar and, much as he had with physical activity, he took to it rather quickly. By his latter high school years he was quite the accomplished player and was playing regularly in a popular local rock band. Though outwardly still the same easygoing and popular young man that he’d always been, Honesto was increasingly weighed down by a secret fear: water. Though others merely thought of him as “heavy”, he knew the truth; that he was literally too heavy to float! Even something as simple as falling into the deep end of a swimming pool could turn into a lethal experience for him, and more and more he found himself thinking about just how much water there was in the world. Two-thirds of the earth’s surface was water, afterall!

By his senior year of high school the band Honesto played with had broken up after the lead singer’s family had moved across country to New York, and meanwhile his fear of water had blossomed into a full-blown phobia. Being near a swimming pool caused him to break out into a cold sweat and the mere sight of the Pacific Ocean made him sick to his stomach – even the simple act of taking a shower had become a singularly unpleasant chore for him. Such fears and concerns were against Honesto’s inherently calm and contented nature however, and he began to hate himself more and more for taking a fear (however well-grounded initially) to such irrational heights. As he neared the end of high school and the “real world” that one entered after graduation came closer and closer, Honesto came to a decision.

The second weekend after his graduation, Honesto disappeared for two days without a trace. When he reappeared, much to his worried parents’ relief, he was a changed man. Whereas he’d always been known for his mellow personality, now he seemed positively serene, as though nothing – but nothing – could phase him and throughout the following summer – for the first time in years – he began to spend time with family and friends around the pool during cookouts and parties, and if he still harbored any fear towards water he certainly hid it well. Honesto never revealed to anyone where he’d been during the two days he’d been missing.

The truth was that he’d faced his fears. He’d gone to a secluded beach one night and had simply walked out into the waves, determined to rediscover how to swim and conquer his fears or die trying. He’d failed utterly at rediscovering how to swim, unfortunately – but he’d also failed to die!

Swimming had turned out to be completely impossible, Honesto’s impossibly heavy body as buoyant as a cannonball, but he had stubbornly refused to give up and had continued to fight his way into the tide until the water was well over his head. By the time Honesto could no longer escape the reality that he really never would swim again the water was two or three yards over his head and he’d already been holding his breath for two or three full minutes. Though he did turn around and try to fight his way back to shallower water it was too late, his vision began to cloud; walking became impossible and, finally, so did crawling. As his vision began to go black he finally opened his mouth and instinctively sucked in with all his not inconsiderable might, reflexively and mindlessly gasping for air that wasn’t there. Of course all he got were two lungs-full of water, but to his amazement, that was ok! The instant he stopped fighting to hold his breath he’d stopped needing to and, just like that, he found himself breathing water as naturally as he’d ever breathed air.

The next morning found Honesto sitting in the sand watching as the tide went out and the water stretched away from him. He spent several hours – most of the day in fact – just sitting there, disheveled and covered in sand, coming to terms with what had happened. Surviving the one thing you fear most is a seminal experience by any standard. When Honesto finally stood up again, the water was just beginning to lap at his toes, and that was just fine with him. Honesto realized something that day: Life happened to you, whether you liked it or not, and then one day it stopped happening to you – whether you liked it or not. The best anyone could do was to live it as best they could and let the details of how long it lasted and when it ended sort themselves out.

In the year following this miraculous occurrence, the “changes” Honesto had been experiencing since puberty began to develop exponentially until they were unmistakably more than just “unusual” or even “unnatural”, and had progressed well into the realm of “supernatural”. Or, as Honesto liked to think of them: as superpowers . He kept these things to himself however, realizing instinctively that revealing what he was truly capable of to anyone – even his parents – would change not just his world, but the world permanently.

Shortly after his nineteenth birthday, the lead singer of Honesto’s old band got in touch with him and asked him to come out to New York and join the band that he’d formed there. Honesto accepted, and he and his fellow bandmates have been struggling to “make it big” ever since, and while they may find his behavior to be odd and eccentric at times, the fact remains that “Heavy” can really tear it up on the guitar, he makes a great backup singer and a surprisingly good lead one as well, and his male-model good looks don’t hurt the band’s prospects either.

Dreamtime contacted Honesto only a few days after he first returned to the city of his birth, and he’s been a member of IN ever since.

Power Theme: Increased mass and a correspondingly high level of control over said mass, leading to increased strength, durability, and mobility, limited shapeshifting abilities and adaptability to external threats or changes in environment.

*****

IC Indigo Network Profile:

Network Screen Name: Heavy Buddha
DoB: 03/27/1990
Joined: 05/20/2009
Location: --

IN Buddies:

Other: Honesto’s band is called the 767’s. They’re doing quite well, but have not yet reached the point of being offered a record contract or anything like that. Their sound is somewhere between Fallout Boy and The Killers.

[Telluris]

OOC Info:

Name: Robert Lehnsherr (Robert Mitchell)

DoB: 08/09/1990

Height: 5'11

Weight: 160lbs

Appearance: Slim and handsome, with intense dark eyes and sensitive features. He dresses to fit in rather than stand out, favouring shirts and slacks for daily wear.

Personality:

Confident without being in-your-face and diplomatic without being weaselly. Rob is a perfect messenger boy and face man, which is how he makes his living. When in class at NYU he is polite and engaging, but always keeps a certain distance between himself and others without seeming to try to.

On the Network, as Telluris Rob is usually quiet, though he has been known to pitch in on a conversation now and then if the topic interests him.

Background:

Born in the sweltering August of 1990 in Manhattan, New York, Robert Mitchell was the apple of his parents eye and the proof of their love for one another.

Five years later his mother, having tired of his father’s constant working late at the office and weekend business trips, had filed for divorce and moved back to her native Kentucky. Ironically enough Rob’s father, Kelvin Mitchell, was as loyal a husband as any woman could wish for. But loneliness makes for bitter imaginings and spiteful words, and it does not take much of a woman’s perceived ingratitude and coldness to push a man away for real.

Robert’s mother re-married two years later. Ben Crenthorn was a good Christian man who ran a small diner in a sleepy town. Life was good until Rob entered puberty. Small objects would move about randomly. The phone lines would unaccountably go haywire. In his thirteenth year, Robert was taken to the hospital after every knife, fork and spoon in the school had, before everyone in the room’s eyes, flown across the room and stuck to, and in some cases into him.

Tests were run, but the agitated boy was doing something to every instrument that was brought near him. Eventually the Crenthorns had to take him home in addition to paying for a lot of expensive medical electronics. Therapy was tried, then medicating. The incidents got worse. Rob’s stepfather tried exorcism.

Shortly before Rob’s fifteenth birthday, Ben Crenthorn lost his temper after Rob, experimenting in secret, was caught on camera making the teller machine give him all it’s cash. He had never lifted a hand to the boy before, and never would again. The blow sent Robert crashing into the kitchen cabinets and from there to the floor. With an angry yell of his own, Robert flung out his hand towards his stepfather...

And every knife in the diner’s kitchen knife rack launched itself at Ben with the speed and force of a bullet from a gun. Just like that, Ben was dead.

Rob was horrified and sickened. Ben hadn’t been a bad guy: just at his wits end. He hadn’t meant to kill him... but the man was dead nonetheless. He, Rob, was a murderer.

He fled there and then, taking only the money he’d stolen from the ATM. Panicked, he went to the only other home he knew: New York. Survival wasn’t much of a problem for him, not when every machine was his to command. He’d learned his lesson, though: Don’t take too much, don’t leave evidence behind, keep a low profile. These became his mottos for the next 4 years. He made a low-profile rep for himself as a message runner between various underworld elements, keeping his powers a secret while practicing them away from the eyes of others.

During this time he was contacted by Dreamtime and became semi-active on the Network. He doesn’t particularly like working for criminals, but consoles himself with the fact that he doesn’t actually commit criminal acts. A go-between is as close to crime as he cares to get.

Power Theme:

Strong magnetic powers, giving Telluris a wide range of electromagnetic effects as he manipulates the energies around him. He can fly, lift heavy weights, and perform finer manipulations involving metal and magnetism.

Complications:

- Rob accidentally killed his stepfather in a teenage tantrum. He is haunted by that act as well as wanted for questioning by the authorities in Kentucky. He is very much aware of the responsibility of power and has an intense dislike for those that abuse their power, whether they be Indigo or normal. (Secret, Accident)

- The Queen family that run the Four Queens Diner are the closest thing to friends and a family environment Robbie has. He and Mr Queen talk politics and current affairs a lot, Mrs Queen is always asking after him and making sure he eats right, and Jessie Queen has a small crush on him (unbeknownst to Rob, who occasionally helps her keep up her grades in non-culinary areas). He seldom misses the opportunity to eat at the diner, and can often be found there until closing, doing his homework in a corner booth and enjoying the atmosphere. Though he is not consciously aware of the depth of his affection for the family, he would go to great lengths to help the Queens, and also to prevent any harm coming to them. (Responsibility)

*****

IC Indigo Network Profile:

Network Screen Name: Telluris

DoB: 08/09/1990

Joined: 03/02/2005

Location: NYC

IN Buddies: --

Other: No, I've never said "You Homo Sapiens and your guns." Nor do I wear a silly hat.

[z012]

Contessa Elizabeta Romano, Little Tess

OOC Info:

Name: Contessa Elizabeta Romano

DoB: June 27, 1990

Height: 5 ft. 2 in.

Weight: 103 lbs.

Appearance:

Personality: Tess is unfailing polite, genial, and just a touch cool; she rarely shows strong emotions.

Background: Tess was born prematurely and addicted to several different high-end drugs after her mother OD'ed in an attempt to abort her. Mother was mistress to Brendan Shreveson. After it became apparent that Tess would survive, Shreveson had her discreetly moved to a boarding school in England that catered to children of the rich and famous that were extremely (and usually permanently) ill. Tess never saw her father, never knew much about her blood family growing up. She was always frail and often fending off some cold or other ailment, but she also excelled in her studies and was a prized student at the school. When her powers began to manifest, she feared she was going insane. Ever the determined child, she began translating anything she could find and then asking the foreign language teachers if the translations were correct (she claimed she was doing research on internet translation sites for another class). Using her new connections with machinery and information, Tess tracked down the truth of her birth and parentage.

After graduating from the boarding school, she packed up and took the offer from NYU to join their pre-med program. Hopeful that she'd finally have a chance to meet her family, she also tracked down her father's whereabouts and presented herself to him. Needless to say, Shreveson was less than amused to have his bastard daughter simply show up at one of his clubs and ask to speak with him. He was, however, intrigued to know exactly how she'd tracked him down so easily. Desperate for affection and acceptance, Tess showed off her computer skills (though she was cautious enough not to show off her powers obviously, only using them discreetly to nudge the programs and networks to do what she wanted). She hacked her father's network and pulled up lists of his holdings (including which dummy corporations owned what and the actual bookkeeping for the Family). Tess missed meeting her half-brother by only a few weeks as the two siblings mirrored each other: Ross wanted out, Tess wanted in. And for a time, she thought she was getting what she wanted.

It took six months for her to realize that she'd never really be accepted by the insular and old-fashion Shreveson Family. Oh, her father would make use of her and even admit that of his three children, she was best suited to be his heir, but..... There was always that 'but', the hesitation and the caveat. Tess was a bastard child of a whore that grew up half a world away from the Family. She was blood, but it was thin blood. She didn't belong. Not enough. And her father even used that. He set her up with contacts and lifestyle necessary to walk with the rich and powerful and endlessly conceited high society of New York. She was the Family's halfway point with those that would otherwise never do business with them. She had a clean record, an fragile look, and the mind of a coiled serpent. She also had the bitterness of unwanted child.

After Tess truly came to understand her place in the world, half in and half out of anywhere, she was contacted by Dreamtime and inducted into the Indigo Network by Gigaflop. Taking the net handle Mordred (she'd always loved Arthurian myths), Tess finally felt like she belonged. All of the Indigos were different, but they were -special-, something new and maybe something unique to the human experience. She could work with that. She's spent the last two years establishing her own power base separate from her father; now when she does work for him, she expects compensation, and money is the least of her requests. She's acquired her own messenger boy to run errands for her, she bought the North and South Brother islands from the city, and she's built a state of the art facility there under the pretense of a secluded home to rest in because of her fragile health. She's nearly completed her preparations, and now it's time to start tracking down her fellow Indigos and molding them into something more than just lone spandex-wearing Superman wannabes or online forum trollers. They're meant for more, and Tess is finally going to -belong-.

Power Theme: Communication. Tess can communicate with any person or machine she comes in contact with; the manipulation of communication and information is how she controls the world around her.

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IC Indigo Network Profile:

Network Screen Name: Mordred

DoB: Not Given

Joined: December 13th, 2008

Location: Not Given

IN Buddies: --

Other: Mordred doesn't post often, though when they do, it's usually very concise and thorough. So far Mordred has given no indication of gender.