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Postby bailey.t136 » Sun Jul 28, 2019 3:39 pm

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❛ ANSEL HANES ❜
divine protection, noble follower
❛ cis male. ❛ hetero. ❛ 25 years old. ❛ rebel soldier.
❛ visual revocation ❛ mess hall. ❛ tags --.
❛ mentions --. ❛ wife - (al)ice hanes.

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❛ traits ❜
| ❛ pos. ❛ strong. ❛ quick-thinking. ❛ kind. ❛ commited. |
| ❛ neut. ❛ protective. ❛ fearless. ❛ ambitious. |
| ❛ neg. ❛ unpredictable. ❛ self-sacrificing. |

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❛HISTORY -- arguments with loud voices, fights in the hallways, the slamming of bedroom doors. curses under the breath. silent family dinners, and long, uncomfortable weekends. this was all ansel could remember from his life before being shipped off to his conditioning school. an antagonistic father and a quiet, lonely mother. she was his light, and his father such darkness. he only wished he could have saved her.

flash forward fifteen years and as ansel grew within the complex political system, so did his resentment grow for the demeaning masculine characters under which he was serving. lead often by passion and commitment, ansel soon realized he was fighting the very people that were like him. people who were oppressed and dispatched. people who had no say in their futures or those of their children.

he remembered one night, he would never forget her face... a woman was caught in the alleyway being accused of hiding her daughter from the system. the soldiers spat and growled at her with no mercy. no tears could quell their appetite for justice. was this who he was? a simple cog in the gears of malice and contingencies? no longer did he feel like he was pursuing this proclaimed justice or fighting for the right cause, but rather placing those in danger who truly cared about those around them and the futures for those to come. it took him two years to determine his plan to desert his post in the ongoing war, but after supper one night, he switched for a guard position and never looked back.

his life's direction was intimidating and unknown but he made up his mind that he would eventually fight for what, or rather who, he believed was being done such injustice. he would fight against the government like he had so desperately wanted to fight his father, and he would shield those less capable, less free like his mother, for as long as his heartbeat was strong within him.

he began life as a secret rebel supporter on the streets of chicago, aiding gatherers and collectors as he could, all while diverting what tips the taskforce officers were receiving if possible. this worked for a several years until one day, a familiar face came bravely to his small doorstep. it was the woman from the alley. how did she know he had turned? but he didn't question it long, welcoming her into his home and listening as she broken-heartedly spilled of her daughter who indeed had been hidden from the government. but this was not her reason for tears - no. her daughter was tired of hiding and her mother feared for her very life.

ansel didn't quite know how to help her - he surely couldn't stop the girl form running to the government if she was determined to do so, but quietly, ideas began pulling at his spirit and he could feel the girl's desperation to be free. he knew the feeling all too well.

"bring her to me..." he whispered with a kind smile and soon, the slender blond stood in his home before him.

her name was alice. al, as he would soon learn to call her. and how she was determined. from the moment she stepped into his home, he knew she would be a master of her skills and a queen-pin on the chessboard of anyone who was lucky enough to capture her spirit. unstoppable and filled with wonder. he offered to teach alice how to craft her skills and abilities - enough to protect herself and to make her a noble adversary for any single taskforce officer. he would come to teach her the weight of their gifts as he called them, and soon, he found in return, that she was somehow magically pulling down his own walls he had placed up to protect himself from hurt so long ago.

through their many months of training, ansel was left humbled by her sweet presence, realizing she was all any man could ever hope for, and in a life so threatened by danger and uncertainty, he wouldn't risk losing her to any other fate. one day, with his heart in his throat, he knelt before her with his mother's ring tucked in his fingertips. he would swear to guard her heart and protect her spirit with all that he had, and that was the day ansel finally found his home.

as the next year passed, activities within the taskforce and government were continuing to grow more and more rigorous and dangerous. a neighbor pulled from their home. a parade crashed in the streets. ansel knew that, in order to protect his wife and their future, he would have to begin his pursuit of the only thing that could truly keep them safe. the rebellion.

flashforward a month and he and his wife have been welcomed warmly into the base of his fellow warriors. he had already known a few of the rebels from the upper city and his dedicated support, and the couple was instantly made comfortable and offered whatever additional training or mentorships they needed to aid in this pursuit of freedom.

he still cares deeply for alice and the two have grown near-inseparable in recent weeks, clinging to what they know and love. their relationship is known to the majority of the upper ranks within the rebellion, but as they have only been there for a month, they still have yet to meet everyone. ansel is determined though, to work hard to provide for his wife and team, and he hopes in time to work his way to a promotion and eventually, to a family.

TLDR
- daddy issues, deserter of the governmental army, was a secret supporter of the rebel alliance, trained alice to harness her powers, fell in love, married alice, joined in the rebellion for the safety of his wife and future

❛PERSONALITY -- ansel is the man you want to have on your side. when he truly sets his mind to something, he will commit and work at it until the end result is more than anyone could expect or hope. he is full of passion and lives to fulfill his duty, naturally taking on leadership roles and often stepping in where others may not be willing to. this oftentimes leads him to favor imaginative and powerful solutions, but causes him to sometimes act irrationally or unpredictably. his quick-thinking has saved many a life, and his kindness and strength have proven his loyalty and wit, but one of ansel's most dangerous drawbacks comes in the combination of his ambition and fearlessness, with the fact that he is self-sacrificing. not only will he step in the line of fire to protect those around him, but he will see nothing wrong with doing so. no second thought. the opportunity to save a life fulfills him. he often struggles to think much further ahead, where losing his life may have a far worse impact than such a well-meant, but impulse decision.

ansel also has serious heartache from his history with his father and carries a disdain that is heavier than he would like to admit. when asked about his past, ansel tends to favor telling exciting stories of alley fights, defending those in need, or his encounters with the taskforce, rather his family or childhood. his mother is a soft-spot for him - one of the only chinks in his armor, and his father is what made him take up his sword in the first place. due to such a painful childhood, he tends to take things personally, even when they aren't intended to be negative, and he assumes most other adult men are aggressive and unforgiving unless proven otherwise. deep down though, he desperately seeks masculine affirmation from his superiors and strives to do his best in every situation. while ansel won't tolerate being called "son," he hopes one day to build a family of his own where he can shift the difficult past of his into something positive for his children. one of ansels only other pet-peeves is that he hates the "meat-head" perception of most soldiers - walking into a room and being seen as a chess piece, an intimidation tactic and nothing else. so he strives to be more.

as for al, he's humbled to have her. she is his sweet butterfly and his reason to fight for a better future. her positive personality and the light she brings to his darkness keep him going, and he would do absolutely anything for her. they are truly each other's yin and yang and ansel hopes one day to raise a family with her.


❛POWER -- ansel's power is visual revocation, meaning he has the ability to make others go blind for as long as he can hold his power, but in exchange, he will also become blind while he is using it. this factor has resulted in quite a bit of time spent training in blindfolded combat and building the stamina to hold his masking force while fighting. using this ability leaves ansel's body weak and his mind combating dizzying migraines for several hours afterward, but he has learned to use it sparingly. he has no offensive power other than this, so he spends a good portion of his time practicing hand-to-hand groveling and readying himself for any opponent, as best as he can.

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❛ be strong but not rude, kind but not weak, humble but not timid, and proud but not arrogant ❜
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❛ ansel hanes ❜
divine protection, noble follower
❛ cis male. ❛ hetero.
❛ 25 years old. ❛ mess hall.
❛ rebel soldier.
❛ visual revocation.
❛ mentions --. ❛ wife - (al)ice.





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Postby bailey.t136 » Thu Aug 01, 2019 5:52 pm

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ansel hanes
divine protection, noble follower
❛ cismale. ❛ 25 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ wife - (al)ice.
❛ mess hall. ❛ rebel soldier.
❛ visual revocation.
❛ tags --.
❛ mentions - al <3, michael.






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ansel finished his breakfast quietly, taking in the early hours and everyone around him. casual conversations were mixed in with tense ones. morning people chatted happily- that was something he would never be, and those who had not yet woken up seemed to keep to themselves, even though they moved about the room and politely acknowledged each other. one of his legs extended comfortably on the bench, while his other foot sat firmly grounded on the floor. his wife's small form leaned into him for support and he appreciated her warmth as she munched on her last few bites of cereal. he felt a small smile tug as his lips as he watched her. though he would never fully understand how one could be so cheery after being forced from their slumber, she thrived in these first few moments of the day, and he loved that about her.

his thumb fumbled with his tungsten carbide wedding band absentmindedly, his elbow resting on the table and hand hanging easily. his mind was habitually moving from the simple pleasures of the morning to the tasks of the day. he noted michael hexe, their fearless officer of soldiers, had just passed out shifts to the two men sitting at one of the far tables and moved to set his own course into motion. later, ansel would offer to take the graveyard shift that evening. it would be a small price to pay for the safety and comfort offered at the rebellion headquarters. several others talked of their day's plans, but their voices were just fading into low hums to him. he was hardly awake yet, his coffee having not kicked in, and he needed to get up and moving if he was going to stay awake. the night had not treated him well. what would today bring, he wondered. it could be one of one hundred different things, or nothing at all. he was drifting to sleep again...


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tisha trailbrooke
joy, happiness
❛ female. ❛ hetero.
❛ 20 years old.
❛ farmer's market.
❛ loner - recruit.
❛ cardiokinesis.
❛ mentions --.
❛ crush --.






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after allowing herself to thoroughly enjoy the large buttery pretzel, tisha forced her thoughts back into order. today was the day she had to find out more information about the rumored group of rebels - the people who were free from the government and fighting back against such heavy oppression. stories of them saving civilians from attacks and sparing others from great horrors at the cost of their own lives... she could get behind a cause that strong. but who to ask... where to go... one wrong word and she could end up back in the experimental prison she had just evaded - or worse. chills nearly crippled her spine as she moved through the crowds. she would never go back there. she knew that much.

her sage-green eyes picked apart each booth and each vendor. none looked anymore suspicious or powerful than the others. she didn't even know where she was... this festival was endless and the city even more so. the only thing she was sure of was the sharpied numbers scribbled on her palm.

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Postby bailey.t136 » Sat Aug 10, 2019 6:17 pm

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❛ chester banks ❜
he who lives by streams of water
❛ cismale. ❛ hetero. ❛ 20 years old.
❛ rebel medic. ❛ power. ❛ mess hall.
❛ tags --. ❛ mentions --. ❛ crush/so --.

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❛ traits ❜
| ❛ pos. ❛ selfless. ❛ positive. ❛ considerate. ❛ humble. |
| ❛ neut. ❛ nervous. ❛ shy. ❛ well-meaning. ❛ readable. ❛ submissive. |
| ❛ neg. ❛ he's too hard on himself. ❛ he's careless about his own self-needs.
❛ he chokes when he has to communicate his feelings. |

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❛HISTORY -- SUMMARY of BANKS: Banks grew up as the youngest in a family of eight. This is why he goes as “banks” or “one of the banks.” It just stuck. He had 4 older brothers and one older sister, all who seemed to inherit the much/needed guts and glory for the rebel way of life. Their family was a supporter family of the rebels and hid their children’s powers from the government. Since Banks has grown up around hidden violence and secret meetings, he has found his place as the local medic. He loves healing people though it takes his own life from him. It gives him joy and fulfills his purpose. He feels he is called to the medic way of life and he would do it until his death stops him.

Family disbursed out of fear of the government and banks set out in his own, healing the few rebels he would run into on the streets.

One day someone found him and offered to recruit him and he joined because he felt his skills would be put to much better use on the “front lines.”

Due to being the last child, he’s a bit shy and often leave the glory - skewing for others, content to engage in everyday life and to help people as much as he can.


(WIP)

"one, two, three, four, five... six little bank's??"
a new neighbor was giggling as all of the wild bodies frolicked about outside in blissful wonder. a busted fire-hydrant was spattering and every single one of them, with bare skinny legs and missing teeth, was screaming in its glory. "yes ma'am, and all of them such perfect little critters!" his mothers loving coo. he heard her above the excitement. searching, and their eyes matched for a moment as he offered her a sweet little smile. he was the youngest and the quietest banks of the bunch, but even he couldn't resist the pure bliss of the waterfall on such a hazy summer afternoon.

if anything were to define him, it was that day. sunday, june 8th, 2067. he had been five. and he didnt know it then, but that average day out on the soaking concrete was something that most families had never gotten to experience. the massive, loud, bustling family chester banks grew up in was a rarity, and only years later, did he come to recognize his subtle blessing in it.

banks grew up in the family's cramped little apartment, overpowered, underwhelmed, and outshined by his five older siblings. the four eldest were boys - his brothers, and how they found every possible way to torment him during his early years. "banks" they would always call him, because "no one could possibly remember more than five names..." was constantly ridiculed for being the "weak" one, even though his preference was always more centered on simply engaging in daily life, versus fighting it. his name stuck however and he learned to live with it, just as he had learned to be grateful for the family that he did have.

his siblings though, they were always like that - they had all seemed to inherit the much-needed guts and glory of life on the streets, while banks could always be caught kneeling and healing anything that needed his sweet touch. it would sting for a second as he pieced back the broken wing of an injured butterfly, or scooped a squirrel off the street, but the joy of seeing the little creatures bound off or fly away - to enjoy their happy little lives again - it fulfilled a calling from deep inside of him.

(WIP transition to family)

because his family had done so well in protecting their unity, it wasn't well known that their father had possessed some the famed "powers" of the current age and so they had decided to work as supporters of the rebel cause in whatever ways they could. he and his siblings were trained in secret, his father pushing them to their limits and crafting them into young soldiers and fellow supporters - capable of defending and protecting their life-cause. but banks was different.

loves healing - fulfills purpose

the way that they constantly teased him had a longer-lasting impact than they ever would have guessed though. hard to communicate


❛PERSONALITY -- (WIP) Brothers often teased banks - led to him keeping to himself and having a hard time expressing how he really feels. Often speaks through his eyes and facial expressions. Pretty readable. Lovable, sweet, quiet, selfless, positive, considerate, humble, nervous, shy, well-meaning, submissive, he's too hard on himself, he's careless about his own self-needs, he chokes when he has to communicate his feelings.

❛POWER -- (WIP) since his childhood, banks has always had biokinesis - the ability to manipulate cellular matter. hes a healer who can mold the body back into its original shape by forming the matter that needs to be there. the catch - he has to physically be in contact with the wound in order to heal it, and physically feels the pain of the person he's healing as the injury slowly regenerates. as well as that temporary pain, for every life he saves, a year is taken from his own. chest pains grow continually worse the more people he saves - but he hasn't told anyone this. he guards that fact with his life, because he knows his rank can be taken away to spare him and he loves his "job." but for every life he takes, he adds one to his own. he hasn't discovered this yet as he would never hurt a fly, but he honestly wouldnt be able to handle killing a person to save himself. even if it were an accident. it would destroy him and everything he believes in.

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❛ breathe, darling. this is just a chapter, not your whole story. ❜
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chester banks
he who lives by streams of water
❛ cismale. ❛ 20 yrs old.
❛ hetero. ❛ crush/so.
❛ mess hall. ❛ rebel medic.
❛ power.
❛ tags --.
❛ mentions --.






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banks splashed his sleepy eyes with warm water in the bathroom. it wasn't that he had slept badly. he just oftentimes found that he was so much more prepared for the day when he got a little bit of alone-time to himself first.

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Postby bailey.t136 » Thu Aug 15, 2019 8:09 pm

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❛ siren lily luss ❜
enchanting seductress, rocky coast
❛ cisgender female. ❛ heterosexual.
❛ 19 years old. ❛ 5'5". ❛ 125 lbs.
❛ greyish brunette hair. ❛ baby blue eyes.
❛ never knew what she wanted to be.
❛ alleyway. ❛ tags --. ❛ mentions --.
❛ crush - its faith shhh.

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❛ HISTORY -- siren grew up insanely close with her best friend faith. otherwise known as a quiet child, when she was around faith she became the craziest lil bean you ever did see. they spend their younger years pretending to be mad scientists while making pancakes, watching so much tv after building pillow forts, and sharing only their deepest darkest secrets after being safely tucked her treehouse at night, but then, one day faith was just gone. a knock on the neighbors' door told her that he had been shipped off and honestly, that ruined her. due to her otherwise timid nature, when faith got taken away, siren had to kind of either make new friends (which is nexxt to impossible at 12 if i might add) or figure out things on her own. she automatically retreated into herself and then the apocalypse happened. she was separated from her family (older sis and parents) and she had no one to turn to. siren has been on her own ever since.

❛ PERSONALITY -- siren is a little ditsy kitten. she tends to keep to herself unless she is really comfortable around someone. faith really opened her up and she became his little ray of sunshine. she loved to snuggle, even though they never really established what exactly they were - she just knew he would always be there for her and that he would keep the two of them safe. that was all that mattered. they often argued about which superheroes were better and she never let him get the last word, but her little cheesy grin always followed so it didn't seem to bother him. overall, she typically appears shy, but is loyal and sweet to those she really cares about. she doesn't do well by herself.

❛ LIKES -- faith, companionship, captain america, mac n cheese, the sun, constellations, poetry, purple, feeling safe, warm showers, having her toenails painted, long conversations, sleeping near someone

❛ DISLIKES -- new people, dc, asparagus, the dark, cold showers, the sight of her own blood, elevators, swallowing pills, roaches literally scare her more than zambies
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Postby bailey.t136 » Sat Aug 24, 2019 10:53 pm

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❛ malachai stick ❜
world in his hands, stars in his eyes, universe in his heart
❛ cisgender male. ❛ heterosexual. ❛ 23 years old. ❛ 6'3". ❛ 220 lbs.
❛ warm brunette hair. ❛ sea green eyes. ❛ volunteer firefighter.
❛ alleyway. ❛ tags --. ❛ mentions --. ❛ crush --.

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❛ LIKES -- faith, companionship, captain america, mac n cheese, the sun, constellations, poetry, purple, feeling safe, warm showers, having her toenails painted, long conversations, sleeping near someone

❛ DISLIKES -- new people, dc, asparagus, the dark, cold showers, the sight of her own blood, elevators, swallowing pills, roaches literally scare her more than zambies
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brisbane ♚

Postby bailey.t136 » Sat Sep 28, 2019 8:15 am

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"bonnie"
mcdaughtry

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♚ ♚ ♚

sticks and stones, copper tones,
all for what its worth,
protect you heart, protect your soul,
til death lays waste the earth

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❛ cisgender female. ❛ heterosexual. ❛ 20 years old. ❛ 5'5". ❛ 115 lbs. ❛ warm brunette hair. ❛ crystal blue eyes.
❛ body mods - burns, l hip; scar, r ankle; ears pierced, twice on both sides. ❛ allergies - peanuts. ❛ undisclosed past career.
❛ abandoned house. ❛ tags --. ❛ mentions --. ❛ crush --.

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❛ LIKES -- guns, drinks, winking, playtime, being in control, pink, early mornings, sunrises, red jello, clean sheets, coming up w fake names, cheating death, phineas and ferb, hot pockets, using make up to "look pretty," luring men, streetlights

❛ DISLIKES -- bad b's, peanuts, being out of control, being cornered, greedy people, greedy men, marshmallows, dirt under her fingernails, cold showers
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israel ↟

Postby bailey.t136 » Wed Oct 09, 2019 5:34 pm

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israel mackenly holt
❛ cisgender male. ❛ heterosexual. ❛ 26 years old. ❛ 6'4". ❛ 255 lbs.
❛ warm brunette hair. ❛ crystal blue eyes. ❛ body mods - burns, l hip; scar, r ankle;
❛ allergies - n/a. ❛ has worked his family's farm since his father's death. ❛ farm.
❛ tags --. ❛ mentions --. ❛ crush --.

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❛ LIKES -- UPDATE guns, drinks, winking, playtime, being in control, pink, early mornings, sunrises, red jello, clean sheets, coming up w fake names, cheating death, phineas and ferb, hot pockets, using make up to "look pretty," luring men, streetlights

❛ DISLIKES -- UPDATE bad b's, peanuts, being out of control, being cornered, greedy people, greedy men, marshmallows, dirt under her fingernails, cold showers
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harbor

Postby bailey.t136 » Mon Nov 18, 2019 8:31 pm

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harbor
jeffrey
peters

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there is nothing
more beautiful
than
when you prove
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❛ cisgender male. ❛ heterosexual.
❛ 20 years old. ❛ 6'1". ❛ 187 lbs.
❛ dark brunette hair. ❛ olive / hazel
eyes. ❛ body mods - scar, r ankle.
❛ allergies - seafood, fire ants &
benzodiazepines (tranquilizers).
❛ powers will go here.
❛ taskforce enforcer. ❛ tags --.
❛ mentions --. ❛ crush --.

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❛ HISTORY --
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❛ LIKES -- examples: guns, drinks, winking, playtime, being in
control, pink, early mornings, sunrises, red jello, clean sheets,
coming up w fake names, cheating death, phineas and ferb, hot
pockets, using make up to "look pretty," luring men, streetlights
❛ DISLIKES -- examples: bad b's, peanuts, being out of control,
being cornered, greedy people, greedy men, marshmallows, dirt under
her fingernails, cold showers
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Postby bailey.t136 » Sun Dec 01, 2019 2:14 pm

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jackson
"eli
sanders"
banks


there is nothing
more beautiful
than
when you prove
to yourself
just how strong
you are







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❛ cisgender male. ❛ heterosexual.
❛ 26 years old. ❛ 6'2". ❛ 237 lbs.
❛ sandy brunette hair. ❛ firey hazel
eyes. ❛ body mods - scar, lower
left abdomen from stab wound,
bridge of his nose from fist fight.
❛ allergies - cats and dogs,
benzodiazepines (tranquilizers).
❛ furtive assimilation. ❛ tags --.
❛ rebel supporter. ❛ mentions --.
❛ wife - charlie. ❛ children -
amberlyn (3yr, f).

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❛ LIKES -- charlie and amberlyn <3
fighting for those who don't have
a voice, practicing his fighting
techniques, fresh air, being in
control, authenticity, bravery -
even if shown during unfair
circumstances, helping rebels
find shelter and safety, making
a difference, providing for
his family, keeping in contact
with his siblings, cheating
death, privacy

❛ DISLIKES -- poor patriarchal
leadership, being out of control,
being cornered, being underground
too long, his claustrophobia, losing
leads, cases that take too long
to solve or people who won't
accept help, cold showers


❛ STRENGTH FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NONE --
his earliest memory was the day roger told him to stay home and watch the
others. their mom was in pain. looking back, he understood now she'd been
going into labor. hours passed and she'd come home with a new baby. dad
had said it was a boy. they'd all joked around with names. millie had said
"jackson." she was only one and it was the only name she knew. they had all
laughed like crazy. each took turns making suggestions. he remembered the
moment his eyes had caught the picture of their grandfather on the mantle.
chester roger banks.
then the street. it was like, mid-summer. some teenager had jacked a fire
hydrant and the number of kids who had swarmed the streets to play in the
drenching rain was overwhelming. it was bliss. he'd been eleven.
now he was twenty six. he'd met his wife - charlie, on the subway. she'd been
surrounded by a group of girls, all around her age... but how those doe eyes
stuck with him. the next morning he'd grabbed two coffees and looked for her
but she hadn't been there. by the fourth day, he'd nearly given up on seeing
her again. but she reappeared. she was heading up the stairs but turned -
something had startled her. some guy a few steps behind her had whistled.
her face was as red as it could be and she was hiding in this massive fluffy
scarf. both coffees in hand, he'd skirted around a few civilians and jumped a
few steps.
"sorry it took me a second, baby." what had he been thinking? but how her
eyes caused that hardened investigator to melt. "here's your coffee.." his
firey hazel gaze had challenged the catcaller, daring him to try anything on her
again. they'd gotten to the street and he had rubbed the back of his head.
"man, sorry about that. some people just don't know how to treat others
with respect. will you be safe on your way home, miss...?"
charlie. the
name had made him smile like a school boy. he'd looked away. who was he
kidding? "actually, charlie, i saw you the other day on the yellow, and
don't mind me asking, but do you mind if i take you out for dinner some-
time? i'd offer something more casual but...."
his gaze had fallen to the
two warm cups in their hands. that smile she'd had. yeah, no way he was
letting her slip away again.



wow. and how quickly had amberlyn come into the picture. he and charlie had been married for maybe three months
when she'd started feeling sick. he'd come home from work - it had been one of his longest days. some fights had
broken out on the streets and he'd gotten a good clock to the nose. the tape was annoying, holding his skin together,
but all thoughts of the incident had faded when she'd given him that look as they ate dinner. "charlie, hon, you
okay?"

it seemed like a blink, though months passed and her belly grew. they were in the hospital, a screaming baby girl
filling him with more pride than he'd had in a while. they were a rare statistic. a man with powers, having a life.
having a wife and a baby girl. it was the dream he prayed more people got the chance to experience, and it was
all because his father had trained him as a boy to watch his back and to hit back harder. no one was allowed to
steal his future away from him, and that quiet night by the subway stairs, he'd sworn to protect the same thing for
whoever he got to share it with.
now he spends his hours making calls and investigating cases against alleged rebels, alerting the government when
he's found deserters or those gifted people causing trouble. or at least... that's how his job title describes it. for him,
it's more of an escape. his way of giving back to his own kind. he searches the streets for powerful people and uses
his influence to relay information to the rebellion, a secret accumulation of those people willing to fight for their
rights against a heavily skewed system. he fights with words and wits, and occasionally his fists, for the world that
his father had sworn to protect. though he and his siblings split years ago, he fights for them too, with the hope
that they too, are doing everything they can to bring hope for their kin.
























































furtive assimilation -- this power has been one that jackson has tried not to use often, but it has
definitely aided him in his interactions with the government, taskforce, and rebellion. furtive
assimilation basically allows him to instantly assimilate into any society or social group,
subconsciously nullifying the ability / need of others to recognize him as anything other than part
of the group / social structure they place themselves. if he were to use his power at its maximum
capacity, he could walk into a restaurant and immediately assume a position of waiter, or go into
a crime organization and assume a the role of a weapons dealer, without becoming exposed. he can
also feel the general emotions of the society or group of people by having an internal social
mirror. he primarily uses this ability to evade doubt or detection of false pretenses, while working
for the government, but as stated before, authenticity is a major character trait that he aims to
follow - too much of this power, and the guilt of living behind his facade will eat him alive.






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