About me: ⦁ The Shop Description: The Department of Scientific Intelligence, better known as The Shop, is a secret government agency. Since the sixties, The Shop has conducted many experiments including but not limited to demention traveling, genetic mutation, and cloning. Many scientists whom worked in the lab developed a new experimental drug which they hoped would allow a person to gain and enhance psychic abilities. Although the true motivies of the experiment were unclear, several locals still volunteered to be test subjects. The experiment was a success at first with each individual gaining unique abilities. However, as the months went by, the drug began to overpower them weakening their bodies and their immune system until they all parished.
⦁ Still convinced that the drugs could work, Dr. Allistair, the head director for The Shop, made the decision of creating clones and injecting them with the drug during the developing process. Doctors and scientists paired off and traveled throughout the country posing as couples going to donor banks and taking egg and sperm cells from the healthiest donors. The process of combining the different cells together to create a new subject was a long and stressful one. Each day the embyroes had gone through countless tests and endless observation as they grew. Nearly two months had gone by when something unexpected happened. One of the zygotes split in two now creating five clones instead of four.
⦁ As time went on, the infant clones grew remarkably well and strong showing advanced skills and abilities normal infants wouldn't start to gain until several months outside the womb. Except for the fifth infant clone; while showing the same cognitive responses and mobility to tests, he remained smaller in size. By the end of nine months (or the time of labor and birth for a normal pregnancy in women) each infant had sucessfully passed all of the current daily tests. Each infant strong and healthy the size of a regular month old with advance intelligence.
⦁ At the twelve month mark, the second part of Dr. Allistair's plans were underway. Under direct orders, each of the infants were assigned to specfic families and sent out to live in various parts of the country. He made it well known that it was vilidly important that nobody outside the lab knew that the boys were clones, especially the boys themselves. Before departure, the boys were branded so's other members of The Shop would be able to track them down years later.
Who I'd like to meet: Brian’s Bio:
What are his powers? How do they work? Pros and cons? Brian has the power of Vitakinesis. Vitakinesis is the psychic ability to heal wounds or illnesses by force of the mind. Brian is able to use his ability with a simple touch surrounded by a glowing white light. However, the worse the illness or injury, the stronger of a toil it takes out on him. He also, can not bring people back from the head; nor can he heal himself.
Place of birth/creation? Brian Monica David was “born”/created in a secret laboratory run by The Shop on August 4th in Virginia. He was then placed in a foster home in Louisiana as part of The Shop’s ongoing tests and experiments.
Love Interest: How, when, where did they meet? Brian first met Michaela in his early twenties when there was a warrant out for his arrest. Michaela happened to be the detective that caught him and arrested him that night.
First Date/First Kiss? April 20th
Married Date: December 15th
Children: Names, Dates : Birth/Adoption Brian and Michaela adopted faternal twins Zackary Matthew and Rosie Lynn when they were two years old. For a while Brian and Michaela wanted children but couldn’t seem to have any of their own so they went ahead and adopted. Soon after the adoption, they were blessed with two more miracles when Michaela gave birth to faternal twins Maylaya Rose and Michael Oliver (named after both his mother Michaela and his cousin Olive).
Children’s Powers? Zackery has the power of Hydrokinesis. Hydrokinesis is the ability to control and manipulate sources of water by force of the mind. Rosie has the power of Telekinesis. Telekinesis is the ability to move objects by force of the mind. Maylaya has the power of Clairvoyance. Clairvoyant is the ability to have psychic visions and communicate with spirits from other worlds. Micheal has the power of
Phobias? While growing up one of the most common punishments Brian received after getting into trouble was getting locked in a small, cramped room in the basement in for hours, and in some cases days at a time. This resulted in Brian becoming extremely claustrophic. To this day he will refuse to close any door in his house, go into a small area, or ride in an elevator.
Scars? Brian has gruesome and hideous scars covering all over his back from when he had gotten whipped with a belt as a teenager.
Religion? Due to the mental and physical abuse he had endured growing up, Brian hadn’t really believed in anything nor practiced any type of religion. It wasn’t until as an adult after he had met his wife, Michaela, and became a father that he found God and became a Christian.
Personality? Brian has a level-headed and warm welcoming personality. He acts like a big brother/father figure type to nearly everyone he meets.
Family? Michaela Stone-David (wife), Charlie (brother), Magalie (sister-in-law), Max (brother), Melody Triton-Tyler (sister-in-law), Zackery (son), Rosie (daughter), Maylaya (daughter), Michael (son), Olive (niece), Jesse (nephew), Ben (nephew).
Charlie’s Bio:
What are his powers? How do they work? Pros and cons? Charlie has the power of Pyrokinesis. Pyrokinesis is the ability to control and manipulate fire by force of the mind. In Charlie’s case, the way his works, whenever he’s “powered up” flames appeared in his hair and on his body. Charlie is able to control the temperature and size of the flames. The fire constantly changes color depending on his moods. ((Green=calm/gentle; Orangey-red= angry; Blue = scared; Purple = love).
Place of birth/creation? Charles Joseph Frost was “born”/created in a secret laboratory run by The Shop on August 4th in Virginia. Throughout his childhood, Charlie was raised in isolation with the doctors and scientists inside a large dome until he managed to escape and run away at sixteen.
Love Interest: How, when, where did they meet? Charlie first met Magalie at a hospital after being admitted due to recieving a stabbing as a result of a gang fight. Magalie was one of the nurses on shift that night.
First Date/First Kiss? September 12th
Married Date: November 13th
Children: Names, Dates : Birth/Adoption Charlie had originally took in preteen brothers Jesse and Ben as a foster parent after their biological parents were killed in a car accident. After a while, Charlie took the next step and officially adopted the two boys.
Children’s Powers? Jesse and Ben do not possessed any psychic or magical abilities to their knowledge.
Phobias? Due to all the various tests and experiments conducted inside The Dome during his childhood, Charlie developed Trypanophobia (fear of needles).
Scars? Charlie has scars all over his arms from getting jabbed with syringes from the scientists from The Shop experimenting on him. He also has emotional scars and suffers from night terrors.
Religion? Charlie considers himself to be a spiritual personal. While he is not as strong of a Christian as his older brother, Brian, Charlie still believes in the supernatural and in a higher power.
Personality? Charlie has an unpredictable and tempermental personality. While it’s hard to say what will set him off and when, he will still go to extreme lengths to protect those he cares about.
Family? Magalie (wife), Michaela (sister-in-law), Brian (brother), Max (brother), Melody (sister-in-law), Jesse (son), Ben (son), Olive (niece), Zackery (nephew), Rosie (niece), Maylaya (niece), Micheal (nephew).
Max’s Bio:
What are his powers? How do they work? Pros and cons? Max has the power of Chlorokinesis. Chlorokinesis is the psychic ability to manipulate, control, grow, and shape all types of plant life. He usually enjoys spending his free time in the forests or green houses so he can practice his powers in peace.
Place of birth/creation? Maxwell Andrew Thomas Tyler was “born”/created in a secret laboratory run by The Shop on August 4th in Virginia. He was put into care of a foster family and raised in Oak Park, California.
Love Interest: How, when, where did they meet? Max first met Melody while working a summer job at the beach.
First Date/First Kiss? June 5th
Married Date: May 6th
Phobias? Max has pantophobia (fear of everything).
Scars? Max has emotional scars from the death of his parents (his father passed away when he was three and his mother passed away in his twenties) and from being bullied at school as a kid. He also has a scar on his arm from the night he had gotten bitten by a werewolf.
Religion? Max is an all-around very spiritual person. He believes in all things supernatural and mystical (ie: God, witches, fairies, angels).
Personality? Max has always been the shy and skiddish type. While he has a lot of love to give to others, he hates being the center of attention.
Family? Melody Triton-Tyler (wife), Magalie (sister-in-law), Michaela (sister-in-law), Brian (brother), Max (brother), Jesse (nephew), Ben (nephew), Olive (niece), Zackery (nephew), Rosie (niece), Maylaya (niece), Micheal (nephew).
Elena nodded, taking a sip of her cofffee, while listening and agreeing that she, too did not believe in coincidence. She set her cup down and grew serious for a moment.
"you're right, it seems like the book, and it's contents- might be our common denominator." I don't want to cause any trouble, nor make you feel uncomfortable. You seem young enough that you might not even know - what's going on, maybe changes are taking place as we speak? but..."
It was unmistakeable. He had the scent of a werewolf, and she knew she had it too. In spades. It was always a little difficult talking with new people because she didn't know how much they knew, IF they did, and what species they were from- the changes that they would go through. Or if they knew everything, and were just trying to avoid the conversation. Either way she supposed she should get it over with.
She lowered her voice to a whisper; humans wouldn't be able to hear her. But she had a feeling he would.
"I know you're a werewolf, or, are soon to be...and while I came into town looking for this book in particular, I can stay, and help. Or I can go, if have offended you. I have learned in my travels that there are many more species out there than I ever thought there were. So there's a learning curve for me where others are concerned. I usually hunt down bad guys and take them down if I need to. That is sorta my role in my Pack. And I am its Alpha. You aren't a bad guy, are you?"
She picked up her coffee and sat back, watching his reaction, knowing that was a lot of information in one fell swoop. When it came down to it, Elena was known for ripping off the bandaid.
Relief as recollection crossed Hermione's features, and then a smile. "Ah, yes, I remember you. Max, right? We didn't have much chance to hang out in those years...it seems like a lifetime ago." She chuckled self consciously. "How have you been? I was with the family during the funerals...I'm so sorry if I missed you this past summer. How are you feeling? I heard you were injured in the war...have you healed all up?"
Her voice carried wistfulness for their dead friends, worry about the impending year, and a little hope.
(ooc: As always, I will write more as we move from one scene to the next :) )
I first learned of it through following the lady who played Lavender Brown in HP on Instagram (Jessie Cave)! This was a long time ago lol! It sounded interesting in her instagram post, just like a coffee with steamed miik, so I ordered it at Starbucks the next time I went. I have been hooked ever since, and I get that or a couple of other drinks every time I go. It's the coffee you see people make into 'latte art'... basically here is the actual definition:
What is a flat white coffee?
The flat white coffee is an espresso-based coffee drink accompanied with steamed milk and microfoam. This microfoam is made up of steamed milk which is gently infused with air. This results in silky, textured milk containing tiny air bubbles.
It is VERY good especially if you like just a plain coffee with milk! Like back to basics kind of thing :)
Hermione Granger sat on the Train going to Hogwarts. To her right, a grumbling Ronald Weasley, and across from him, a delighted to be going back, but quiet, Neville Longbottom. Attached at Neville's hip but in her own world, reading a copy of The Quibbler upside down, Luna Lovegood. Hermione stared out the window, lost in thought.
Ron spoke up first. "I don't want to bloody go back to school. Wasn't the War graduation enough?" His expression was a mixture of grief and anger.
Hermione snapped back from her musings. "Honestly, Ronald. We've been over and over this. We need to finish our education. I know some of our classmates, Harry included...decided not to return, and found other ways to finish. Or not. But we need to do this for our future. Imagine our future children, and the discussion of school and its importance. We finish this now, or we will not be able to answer them when they say "Well you and dad didn't finish school, either!"
She and Ron had been through it all before. In between the funerals and wakes that seemed to go on forever, to the summer that passed in the blink of an eye. Everyone had been so busy that there was not time to grieve. Nor process what had been done to all of them. Hermione set her mind on finishing school and getting ahead in her career choice. She saw that Ron could possibly grow so despondent that he could give up on everything, so she set her mind for him, too. He'd argued with her this morning, and on the way as well. It would have been out of character for him to not continue now. But she'd heard enough.
Ron sighed and angrily turned away from her. He didn't hate her, but he was very much perturbed with himself for not being able to tell Hermione, no. Go back to the place where he saw his brother dead? His friends...maimed, or dead? He and Hermione hadn't seen Harry ever since the funerals...he'd locked himself away somewhere that he couldn't be responsible for anyone's life, or death, and stopped calling and writing both of his best friends. They honored his request because they loved him. But they weren't sure Harry would ever be the same.
Between the funerals, and the arguments about going back to school, Ron and Hermione were no longer 'romantic,' but they were still together, like a quarrelsome older couple. Hermione mourned the magic lost between them, but knew it was circumstantial and that someday, they would get it back. They had to. She decided not to press further. Ron's silence spoke volumes. She had won again, for now. The announcement was given over the train, that it was nearly time to disembark and time to dress in their Robes.
Before long, they had arrived at Hogwarts. Hermione's eyes welled up instantaneously. Hagrid stood there stalwart as ever, holding his lamp high. The First Years shuffled along with him, looking absolutely tiny in comparison with the combined classes of Hermione's and Luna's year. Hagrid raised his free hand to greet Ron and Hermione, looking round noticing that Harry was not amongst them. Blowing out a soft, burly sigh, he turned and continued on, shuttling the First Years towards the boats and their first ride to the castle.
Hermione, Ron and Neville gasped in wonder at the Thestrals. Luna shared with them the same story she had shared with Harry, just last year. A lifetime ago, it seemed. Hermione gulped, wiping a tear away from her eye, and Ron unexpectedly reached out a hand to lift her up into the carriage. She looked up, surprised into his face, and he looked gently back at her. It was a moment lost as soon as it was found, but Hope springs eternal in Hermione's bosom. She eagerly took his hand and they were seated once more across from Neville and Luna. They spent the ride in the carriages in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Ere long they were at the gates of the school, and Hermione insisted on sending up her own things using her own magic, rather than having a House Elf do it. She realized that she would have to go along with mealtimes and other such things, but when it was a choice, she would do it herself.
Walking into the Great Hall this year was otherworldy. Bewitched to look like the Night Sky, with the slight haze of sporadic clouds, Hermione could feel a chill in the air as they all reached their House tables. Since two classes were combined, the Hall had been magically extended to accomodate the larger Class size of the 7th years. HeadMistress Minerva McGonagall stepped to the Podium and made the announcements.
"Welcome to Hogwarts..." she began. Normally, Hermione listened to the entire speech. But this time, for some reason her concentration was patchy at best. She took to looking round, seeing if she could spy familiar faces. Their new class wasn't as big as she thought it would be; it looked like many parents were still afraid to send their children back. But they definitely needed the room the extra space McGonagall had provided. The tables were nearly full.
As the First Years were sorted under the Sorting Hat, Hermione's eyes fell on someone that she may have not seen, or known too well during her previous years at Hogwarts, but who looked familiar still. He was tall, pale and had sandy blond hair Did they have classes together before? Why couldn't Hermione place his name? She gave a slight wave in his direction, trying to place him. Before long, the food arrived, and soon everyone was talking and laughing, some in hushed tones talking about the War, and dinner was on.
After dinner, the Prefects lined everyone up and escorted them to their Dormitories. Getting the password, Ron said he was going to retire early. Hermione's eyebrows knitted together with slight worry, but she said, 'okay,' and they gave each other a small kiss goodnight. Not tired yet, Hermione decided to take a small stroll just outside the castle. Maybe the night air would set her mind at ease. It wasn't easy being back, after all.
Hermione had just stepped outside the Hall when she saw the same person she'd seen earlier just at the end of the garden walking path. Hermione was always courteous, and did love to meet new people. Especially with this new beginning for all of them.
She gave a polite nod of her head, and said kindly, "I feel you might be familiar, but I don't think we ever spoke, before..." She stopped, then continued. "Before the War. Did we have class together? I'm Hermione Granger." She awaited his response.
ooc: This reply will be quite shorter than usual, as i feel in the coffee shop setting, we'd be talking quickly with all the hustle and bustle of the shop around us!
ic: Elena laughed as she heard Brian say 'quit following me!" She playfully nudged his shoulder with hers as she heard her name being called from the front to get her drink. "ha, you're the one following me, I was here first!" She stuck her tongue out at him and crossed her eyes, laughing, then made her way over to the counter where her Flat White stood, her name ELENA written across it in big, bold black letters.
The Barista called his name next, 'Brian!" As she waited for him to get his drink, she searched for a table in the crowded place. As luck would have it, someone was getting up from the table and chairs nearest the window facing the street. "I'll grab that table, and I hope you join me!" She smiled, and walked over. Taking a napkin, she wiped off the crumbs someone had left behind. She grumbled under her breath, 'why don't people clean up after themselves? I'll never understand..." and she threw the napkin away nearby. She took a drink of her Flat White; it was tasty and warm. So good!
This was a 'special' case as she was told by unnamed client 793, track down the target and take him to the designated location. However she was warned that this individual was particularly dangerous with 'abnormal' abilities, only word disclosed on what those where was the word 'fire' whatever that meant. Once the first check, the photo, and name was sent Iris had began her search. The guy seemed to be one hell of a wanderer and she couldn't even get a sight on him until today wandering into a abandoned building in a more empty part of the city as night began to settle. <br /> <br /> She spent most of her evening keeping her distance taking a moment to notify the client to ready to send the second half of the payment. Though as she went to message the client another notification popped up from Toshi the treasurer and accountant for the Yakamura clan who she worked all her jobs under her boss Hatori since they took her in as a young adult on the streets. Clicking Toshi's message first she read it over //First check of client 793 has bounced. He had 2 hours to respond and have cash in hand and didnt deliver. So this job is void, head back to the estate// Iris rolled her eyes 'you gotta be f***ing sh*tting me' she thought to herself from the rooftop of the vacant building looking down at the target who was placing a cigarette between his lips in the allyway. Her eyes narrowed taking notice of the lack of a lighter when lighting his cigarette, was is a trick of the hand? The word 'fire' from the file crossed her mind again. Not that it mattered, she wasn't getting paid so her job here was done. <br /> <br /> As she stood to leave she than heard the male from below call out if someone was there, the guy seemed to have caught her presence which was impressive. Iris remained silent thinking of what to do until she felt a buzz from her back pocket opening a message from the client who apprently was not happy about his check bouncing....and was dumb enough to take it out on her as she read though a long message cursing her out as well as her boss who she held in high reguard. OK now she was pissed, and she was gonna make this idiot regret it. Iris was spiteful and what better way to spite this client than inform his target, and she also couldn't help but be curious about what made this target 'special'. She gets a little fun payback and her curiosity would possibly be satisfied. Two birds with one stone. <br /> <br /> The sound of metal shifting would echo through the ally way as the back leather gloves she wore protected her hands as she slid down a only rusty pipe before kicking off about 2 stories above the ground and landing on her feet beside the male. She wore dark blue skinny jeans and a black tank top with a black leather jacket over it. Her long blonde hair was tied up and tucked under a baseball cap with a black face mask over her nose and mouth. Only features of her face that could be seen where the emotionless green hues that looked directly at the male. "You're more paranoid than I am, and that's saying something" she said stepping forward with her hands up to show she meant no harm. "I have some information you may want to hear, especially considering it seems you don't want to be found" she said flatly getting right to the point.
Elena stood as she saw that he was finishing up with his work. She touched his arm gently just for a second as she saw him roll his eyes at himself. With a soft smile and understanding manner, she said, "Don't be too hard on yourself, I can feel it too. A certain connection to the book."
She tucked the book under her arm, and got ready to go pay for the book. As she was getting ready to move, she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her card. It had her cel phone number at the bottom in addition to her name and what she did for a living, which was a Freelance Writer and Photographer. Elena handed it to Brian, smiling again.
"Here's my card! I'll be in the City for about a week, I'm gonna scour bookstores for more old books about folklore and mystery. I hope to see you around, you're the first person in the City who has actually spoken to me!"
Elena brought the book to the front and paid at the cashier. As she began to exit the store, she again had the feeling that she and he had something in common. She rose her hand to wave goodbye, and headed out the door towards her car.
***
A few days later, Elena was poring through the book, reading about the bloodline of the Antonovs and trying to piece together where her mother and father fit into it. There had to be a reason why she of all the females who had been Bitten, was the only one to survive. She had been reading for three days and hadn't found anything. Getting tired of her room, she decided it would be nice to go to the coffee shop across the street and just get some much needed fresh air. Though it was New York, it was morning so the air didn't have that stuffy feeling to it as yet. She made her way across the street and stood in line at the shop. The line was hellish; it took 20 minutes to reach the front. She gave her order, paid and waited with the rest of the throng of city dwellers for their caffeine. She felt a tap on her shoulder while she was waiting for her Flat White.
ooc: Thank you! I'm rereading your reply right now, in depth so I can think of a reply. I also just noticed that ooc at the end. I am totally down for that idea you've got re Brian/Max! I will be writing back, soon.
ooc: Thank you so kindly for your patience. I'm sorry this isn't as long/descriptive as usual...my replies for conversations tend to be a little shorter, because I don't like my characters to monologue if that makes sense lol...but I promise I'll write more when we move from conversation to descriptions and settings, again.
ic:
"Ah," she shrugged her shoulders, nonchalantly. "When you saw that I was interested in this book, you brought up Twilight, as though you knew this one wasn't anything like that. Like it has a lot more ...depth." She chose her words carefully.
"I'm fascinated with this book in particular because the way it's put together, as though someone made it with their own hands instead of it being mass-produced, looks as though it was of particular interest to the author, or authors, and as I collect such books, one of a kinds, if you will- that I'm eager to discover all it has to offer."
Elena leafed through the book, and as she did, the aromas from it mixed in with the surrounding scents and smells from the book store, each other, and the enviroment. On the hint of a note, she sensed that he might be more than he seemed. Maybe, like her. To test that theory, she went to a page she knew by heart, but that which she seemed to just happen upon.
It described the conditions and phases of transforming into a werewolf. She looked innocently up at him, and pointed to the page. "See what I mean? This is good stuff!"
