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    ((This character sheet is in progress...))

    Character Sheet:
    Name: Felix
    Gender: male
    Age: 14
    Number: 8
    Description: A young 14 year old kid with nothing remarkable about him. Has messed up hair and ...
    Background: -
    Starting Point: A small suburban town in central US
    Ceped: -

    Powers Sheet:
    Minor Power (Purely Defensive/Weak Offensive/Misc Powers):
    1.) Invisibility – This power seems to extend not only to sight but to other senses as well (sound, smell, magic senses) meaning that he is excessively hard to pick out even by the most trained observer.

    Like you can track him to the room he is in by that magic thing. But you can't tell if he is hiding under the bed or behind the pillar unless he does something stupid like run to tip you off. Also, I can't use my other powers while I am invisible (sense excluded since it's passive).

    2.) Sense – Felix can sense the Mogadorians when they are close. It's not precise thou nor does it have a set range but rather just a feeling of dread and cold. It's more of a spider sense than anything else.

    3.) Precognition – Felix can sense things before they happen, in particular things like attacks against him and what someone is just about to do. This translates to a sort of sixth sense for him that allows him to react with stunning speed. For example, if someone was to draw a gun and shoot him he could activate his force field fast enough to easily stop the bullet. It's not actual prophecy stuff. He can't see into the future on demand and tell you what is about to happen.

    Medium Power (Defensive/Offensive):
    1.) ???

    2.) Shield – Can create a nearly impenetrable (metaphorically) force field around him self. He does this both actively and instinctively when he is terrified or threatened. Some times it's just an impulse when it ties in with Precognition.

    Main Power (Purely Offensive):
    1.) Destroyer – Felix lashes out with his mind to hurt and destroy a target. The actual damage can take many forms like lacerations and cuts or even physical impacts and bending/crushing. The end effect thou is the full rage of a rather angry mind beating the target up.
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    Character Sheet:
    Name: Rosario Giovanni
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    Age: 18
    Number: 4
    Description: About 6ft, impeccably groomed jet black hair and dark brown eyes . Wears polished black boots and is never seen without a designer suit.
    Background: I will reveal this in the first post - I hate writing these things.
    Starting Point: Venice
    Ceped: Living - separated.

    Power Sheet:
    Minor Powers:
    1.) Enhanced Telekinesis - What we all have taken to its logical conclusion, can throw cars around, stop rains of bullets, smash through things mentally, etc.
    2.) Illusion Manipulation - can create and control illusions
    3.) Clairvoyance - when meditating can see the strands of fate, and where they lead a few days into the future.
    Medium Power:

    1.) Teleportation - Can teleport to any space he knows is empty.
    2.) Electricity Manipulation - Can shoot lightning bolts from hands/overload circuits/etc.
    Main Power:
    1.) Psychic Manipulation - Consists of:

    1. Mind reading - simple.
    2. Mind-control. This is difficult. You can't do something that would completely go against their nature (like killing themselves), because they can fight against it and the grip would weaken. But something like opening a locked door or looking away while people sneak behind him or something.
    3. Mind War - a mental duel between me and the target, if I win I unleash my mental powers on them and their mind fries/melts/whatever - but it takes a few minutes of concentration. While this is going on the target is as weakened as me - not unconscious but slower reactions and concentration and powers





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    He stood on the Bridge of Sighs, staring wistfully at the ancient, crumbling prison in which his Ceped was held. Throngs of tourists rushed past him, some stopping, grubby hands snapping greedily at phones and cameras. Disgusting, a place in which the innocent were once tortured to the brink of despair, driven into confessing to a crime they were innocent of and mercilessly executed. It made a lovely holiday souvenir.

    He turned, slipping through the bustling crowds. At the foot of the bridge, a black-garbed beggar clawed at him, beseeching him for any money he could spare. He recoiled in horror as it grasped his ivory-coloured jacket, kicking out in anger. The beggar screeched, scurrying away from him. Filth. As it had reached for him, he had seen the watch on its wrist. Rolex. A rich beggar preying on the mercies of the gullible masses.

    This city sickened him.

    He looked out over the lagoon, watching the dying rays of sunlight dance lazily across the rippling water. Sluggish vaparettos battled against the murky, swampish current as moustachioed gondola-men lounged in their small craft, puffing on cigarettes and waiting for the next wealthy tourist to blunder past.

    He reached into his pocket, his fingers questing for a suitable stone. Settling on a small, rounded pebble, he pulled it out, gazing down at the tiny stone in his hand. He smiled, casting the stone into the water and watching as it skipped across the lagoon, tiny ripples spreading out each time it slapped against the water.

    It was a strangely soothing experience, stood at the waterfront, oblivious to the hordes of passing tourists, the dank and fetid smell given off by the water, the sweltering heat of the Italian evening, and watching a stone skip across the water, cradled by his mind. He stifled a laugh as he raised the stone to hover before a gaggle of shocked Japanese tourists, watching with pleasure as they recoiled in shock.

    Bored, he let the stone drop, falling with a wet thud into the dark waters of the lagoon. Rosario stared into the shimmering saffron sky, gazing intensely at the ruddy hues of the Mediterranean sunset.

    He closed his eyes. It was here, exactly one year ago, that everything had come apart. He and Angelo - his Ceped - had come here to take advantage of the plethora of casinos, and to look into the possibility of establishing a bolt-hole on one of the lonely, isolated islands in the vast Venetian lagoon. It should have been so simple, so damn simple…

    * * * * *

    Angelo had told him his other powers would develop soon, but he was unsure that he even needed them. His weak grasp of telekinesis had proven more than enough to get the two of them across Europe, and more importantly to keep them one step ahead of their pursuers.

    He was on a winning streak. Fifty thousand Euros, a more than modest sum. With a game as heavily based on chance as roulette, if they carried on much longer then things were bound to go wrong very soon. He looked at Angelo, brushing his shoulder as if to remove a stray sprinkle of dust. The signal to stop.

    A small, almost imperceptible shake of the head from Angelo. A single finger tap on the table before him. One more.

    “Thirteen black,” Angelo said calmly.

    They both watched as the ball flew around the roulette table, Rosario’s mind enfolding it, embracing it, gradually slowing it. The ball came to a halt. Thirteen black. It had been a mistake, that one last gamble, the final throw of the dice. It had cost them their anonymity. It had cost Angelo his freedom.

    That one small act had been a turning point, though at the time, neither of them had known it.

    * * * * *

    Night. He had loitered near to the prison for a few hours, roaming between nearby bars, drinking but not getting drunk. Not tonight. He had lost the white suit, garbed now in a full black body suit, his pockets crammer with stones, and an array of knives hidden on his person.

    He had studied the ancient plans for the prison. Meticulous, it was near-impregnable. ‘Was’ being the operative word. At the time of the prison’s construction, it would have been virtually unthinkable to break into the prison, even for a group. For a single man to do so would be laughable.

    But time had changed, centuries had passed. The once great city-state had fallen into ruin, now nothing more than a hedonistic, consumerist cesspit. The Doge’s Palace, occupying the other side of the Bridge of Sides, was now a tourist attraction, open to the public - for a price. It left a flank of the mighty prison exposed.

    Still, he would have to be quick. Failure to move with sufficient haste would be his undoing…

    * * * * *

    Angelo held the winnings. He stood just outside the entrance to the casino, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. He was grinning. Rosario realised with some measure of surprise that he was too. They had done it, they’d won more than enough to get to America, to gather their forces. They even had enough to purchase some weapons, or a vehicle perhaps.

    Lost in thought, he didn’t notice them until too late. A dozen heavily muscled, well-dressed casino stewards moved through the crowd outside the casino - circling around the pair. They both noticed simultaneously, their eyes roaming around them before swinging back to look at each other.

    “Rosario,” whispered Angelo, careful to make no sudden moves, “They are after me, not you. Leave, find the others, save us.”

    A subtle nod, and then he had walked through the crowd, leaving behind the circle. He looked back only once, seeing his Ceped swamped by the black-suited men - fighting back futilely. He sighed, looking forwards once again and then hurrying onwards.

    * * * * *

    Stood outside the Doge’s Palace, he shook his head. He needed to clear his mind. He sighed. A year. A year of memories. A year of failure. Finally, it was his chance to redeem himself.

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    Kylar was too afraid to look behind him, the Mogadorians had found him and Acaleus at first light and were like dogs on their heels. They had ran on foot for a while before coming across the ski wear hire store, at which point Acaleus 'acquired' 2 pairs for them to use. For a time that seemed to do the trick, and the Mogadorians were unable to keep up with their off-piste skiing.

    Then they had heard the snowmobiles.

    Risking a glance, Kylar counted 6 of them in pursuit, 2 per snowmobile. He looked towards the frustrated face of his Ceped. ''What are we going to do? We'll never outrun them at this rate!''

    ''I know we won't Kylar.'' Acaleus answered in a voice laced with equal helpings of misery and worry.

    Kylar frowned, he dreaded these moments more than the actual chase itself. The self-doubting side of Acaleus was always the precursor to the brilliantly crazy side. As he thought this, the Cepeds eyes lit up. There was a sudden clearing ahead, ending in a sudden drop, ending in shadowy darkness. ''Say, you think you can muster up a little teleport to one of the safehouses?''

    ''You are crazy! What if I can't do it?!'' Fitz was clearly alarmed by this plan.

    ''Then we die.'' Acaleus grinned.

    ''Oh, no pressure then...''
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    Arkan reclined in his seat, engrossed in the swirling patterns of clouds he could see out the window, seemingly without pattern or recognise-able form, chaos at its finest. He could watch this for hours, and it was a good thing too because for hours that was all he had. He had lost a lot recently and gained so little, the chaos that was his life had taken on an alarming resemblance to a pattern, a pattern that predicted his downfall, his Ceped and closest friend was gone, killed defending him to the last, his arm was gone, the dying murderer of his friend had got one last swipe in even as Arkan attempted to withdraw his arm and the blade from its skull.

    A movement to his periphery caused his head to snap around and his gaze to snap to the eyes of the stewardess with the drinks trolley. "A drink sir? The flight will be over shortly." Arkan relaxed and nodded, momentarily frowning at the look of shock on her face as she attempted to hand him the drink to his missing arm. With a disarming smile he reached around with his good arm, determined not to let it affect him before returning to the view outside the window, which had begun to change drastically.

    Outside the chaotic twirl of white clouds d*****d with sunlight had turned into a much more sinister dance, black storm clouds had begun to gather, twisting and turning in all manner of directions with the random swirl of winds within them, Arkan sat entranced, facing an entirely new aspect of the chaos within the sky itself. suddenly the captains voice sounded out over the crackle of the speaker; "Sorry folks looks like its gonna be a bumpy ride for a while, air control seems to have failed to notice this huge, menacing and above all extremely obvious storm cloud in our ordered flight path so we're gonna have to put up with some turbulence for a while so buckle up and make sure everything is securer back there."

    Arkan drained his drink and quickly reached for his seatbelt, struggling for a few moments before finally hearing a muted clunk inside the seatbelt, he wasn't sure it was fully secure but he was damned if he was gonna ask for help with something so trivial. As the plane entered the outriding winds of the storm he retreated into his mind to calculate odds and chance, such as the odds of being able to teleport the inhabitants of the craft and himself to safety via portals before the plane hit the ground in any emergency.

    It always paid to know the odds.
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    Mogadorian Attacks

    GA: Walking back to the cave from the grocery store. Number of enemies- Three
    Shadow: 10 minutes before the bus arrives. Number of enemies- Two
    BB: As your train is 3/4s of the way accross the state of your choosing. Number of enemies- Three
    Recnic: As you escape with your Ceped and finally are free of your pursuers. Number of enemies- Four
    Bloogle: Continue as you have planned. The numbers are fine for now.
    Lucky: While you are over a state of your choosing. Number of enemies- Two Mogadorians and a beast (will be described on a later date when I can either find pictures or write up an explanation)
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    As Marun was waiting for the bus to finally show up other people were joining. The busstop was just outside a small town so often tourists and travelers would spend a night in a authentic Texas gold-diggers town to rave about on back home. At the moment only 1 backpacker was with him. But the two comming from the village would make 4 travelers in total. But something seemed off, way off. At distance one could see how odd it was to see 2 people dressed in suits in the middle of a frigging desert. But then it struck, not Marun but the backpacker besides him. a swift movement from the guy to the right and a Mogadorian killing device struck the chest of the guy dead on. If the aim would have been only 1 foot less off it with have hit Marun. "Mogadorians, great just what this week would need" grunted Marun with a sigh, altough he had never seen one for real. His Ceped often had told him stories and immages of these beings. Fine! If they wanted to die, then why not act as a little stressrelieve. Knacking his knuckles Marun started a jog towards his target. They would suffer greatly for this mistake.

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    Nathaniel was walking back to the cave with his groceries. He had his essentials, milk, eggs, and bread, and then whatever else he felt like buying. It was a good thing that Nate had a minor grasp on his telekinesis and he could fly. It made going to the store so much easier. Although today he decided to walk back to the cave. He could feel something but he had no idea what it was. The feeling stopped when he exited the forest and walked into town. But once Nate entered the forest again, he could feel it. It was alive, that much he knew. From what he could think of, it had to be something in the forest. So he stopped. He gauged he was halfway back to the cave. But Nathaniel didnt stop just because of this feeling. He also stopped because he heard something. He knew there were Mogadorians around but he thought that his false trails had led them away from this area. If they were Mogadorians they had to be scouts. It just didnt make sense. Then he could feel something fall. It floated down slowly as if there was no care in the world. Infront of him was a leaf gliding down to the forest floor.
    "Really?" he said to no one in peticular.
    Nathaniel stuck his hand out towards the forest floor and could feel all the individual leaves. He lifted his hand up and they rose to eye sight.
    "That's...extraordinary," Nate said outloud again.
    "It is," came a voice unlike any he had ever heard.
    Nathaniel slowly turned around and came face to face with his enemy, a Mogadorian.
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    Arkan was quite enjoying the ride now as he reclined in his chair, tapping on the back of the chair in front of him, the rocking of the plane in the swirling winds of the storm was quite entertaining and the screams of the other passengers was an added bonus. He was enjoying this, immensely, until suddenly something was wrong, he could feel something out of place in the chaos all around him, a malicious intent bent on his utter destruction and the ruin of all his hopes and dreams. Her cast around warily, seeing nothing out of the ordinary in his limited field of view, his searching gaze swept across the passengers until they arrived at the glare of the man in front of him.

    Arkan smiled and stopped tapping, the man adjusted himself back in his seat. Whoops...
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    Attack on Shadow at the Bus Station

    The Mogadorians did what they were told. Without question, without worry they carried their mission on. Unless killed, nothing stopped them. And now they were sent to see if this Number was Number One. As Number One, the Mogadorian Commander thought, he or she would either be super strong or super fast/agile. The Commander sent out two Mogadorians to go after the one he thought would be fast and agile. Little did he know he sent them after Number Six, the brute of the Nine. Yet they carried out their orders without this knowledge or care.

    The Mogadorians had seen their target and watched as he hurled the boulder away from him and continued walking. And still, without fear, they continued walking. The deserts of Texas made it so you can see what's in the distance, but you dont know how far away it is. But it was clear where this Number was going. The bus station.

    The Mogadorians hefted their plasma rifles and walked on. With their arsenal of weapons, they thought themselves superior. But they also thought they were attacking Number One. Little did they know, they were very wrong.

    There was a backpacker standing next to the Number and he had to go, and quickly. One Mogadorian pulled back on the top of his rifle and what seemed like a grenade flew out from the rifle. But it wasnt a grenade but a razor ball. The ball struck the backpacker in the heart and its many blades spun into his skin and killed him in less than four seconds.

    Now this Number was aware of what was near him. He started running toward them and so they commence firing their plasma rifles. The bolts of plasma charred the ground and smoked. They fired so much and fast they figured they'd hit this Number.
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