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Real Name: Penn "Penny" Smith
Alias: Illustrator
Alignment: Renegade
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Green
Height: 5 foot 6 inches
Weight: 9 Stone

Costume Description/Image:
Illustrator's costume is simple. She's a simple girl. She can't really afford to get a proper suit so she'll run around fighting crime in her jeans and a hoodie. Beneath the hoodie, she wears her paint splattered t-shirts.
It's rare she removes her hoodie but it does happen from time to time. Her t-shirts vary everyday. The only thing she does to hide her identity is wear her black mask. Her hoodies are usually black or navy blue. Her jeans are dark colours and ripped at the bottom of each leg. Her converse shoes are black, blues or red. They all have doodles on them (black marker on the blues and the red, white fabric paint on her black pairs).

Personality: Penny has a need to be validated in order to feel worthy; she pursues success and wants to be admired for her art. Incredibly competetive and highly focused in the pursuit of her goals, she often disregards her own feelings in order to strive for accolades. It's always a case of "What's in it for me?" with her. She has a lot of energy and often embodies a kind of zest for life (and sometimes death) that others find contagious. She's very creative in the way she thinks, disorganized and often cynical. Although she does know how to rise through the ranks. She has a fear of becoming a "loser" and forever being unknown. She also has arsonphobia and she's wary of men (although she'll open up to one if they check out ok). She's a talented artist, using paints, ink, pencils, chalk, pastels, charcoals, clay and even origami in her works.

History: How is it an ordinary girl got these powers, you may ask? Well, let's start with Penn herself. She was born in a hospital in London like thousands upon millions of other girls. Her parents hadn't been expected her for another month and were nearing the end of a vacation to the huge city. When they took their baby girl home, life continued.
Around the age of three, Penn (by then nicknamed Penny) began to overhear and sometimes even witness her parents fighting. Her mother would make up for them by buying her daughter packets of crayons, felt tip pens, note books, anything to keep Penny quiet and happy. Penny was seven before noticing her mother gaining bruises... A black eye here and there... Once, she noticed scars on her mother's arms. She didn't say anything, preferring to be silent. She kept drawing, a skill developing.
When she was twelve, her mother died. When an autopsy revealed her mother had been killed by arsenic, Penny was swiftly removed from the mad man's care and he was sentenced
to jail. Penny, oddly enough for a twelve year old, didn't care. She just started to read and draw. Sometimes, she'd draw. The things she started to draw became more and more sadistic, more violent.
At the age of fifteen, she was working on a school project for History. She wondered the library, looking for a decent book to help her out. Of course, that's when she found the book. The book seemed to beg her to open it. And when she did, It fell out. It was a flower. It was crushed from the book pages. Ink on her fingers from a leaking pen touched it.
There was a blinding flash. She opened her eyes again and found herself in a hospital bed. Apparently, she had collapsed in the library. It was a week later when her new powers started to surface. She was doodling when the picture of a dragon moved. It breathed fire and the paper burned. Luckily, she put it out without damages to either herself or something around. She rubbed the dragon out, destroying it. Scared, she didn't draw for another week before trying again. When the same result
happened- this time with a stick man- she started doing more and more until she do it perfectly. She tried with different mediums. Every time her powers would take effect and every time, it became easier to control.

Powers: Penny's powers are magic based. Whenever she creates a piece of artwork, it comes to life. This is a form of summoning or projection. Let's look at an example. She's in the middle of a battle, hiding out of the way with a piece of paper and a pen. She draws a stick man with a sword. Said stick man jumps from the paper and starts to fight in the battle. That's how it works. It works with any art form she can do.

Roleplay Sample: Penn ran against the wind, trying not to let it knock her down. The truck was not far by now. She skidded to a halt and doubled over, gasping for breath. She looked up at the truck and found the eyes of a man wearing a uniform. She nodded at him then stood normally.

“Alright? How’s it going?” she asked the ice cream man. “I’ll take a wafer cone and a ninety nine cone. Don’t forget the syrup?”

As the ice cream man did this, she looked around. Where was she again? She couldn’t remember. Her hand reached up and tied her brown hair into her signature messy bun. She looked around, looking at nearly everything and taking in the detail. Her chalks were itching to be used in her pocket. She wanted to draw. But it was risky in public... Her pen slipped into her hand without her thinking. She shoved it into her pocket and turned to pay for and collect her ice cream. Of course, she didn’t find her ice cream. She found a gun being pointed at her.


Password: Nova

Full Name: Lilium de Lune
Nickname(s): Lily
Codename: N/A
Alias(es): N/A
Age: 17
Classification: Meta-human
Affiliation: Neutral



Hair Color: Silver blonde
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 7.6 stone
Other Traits:

Whilst Lilium is 17 years of age, she does not appear so. She appears to be at least two years younger than she is. With green eyes, she has never needed glasses or contact lenses. Her hair is wavy, white blonde and reaches just past her shoulders. Her body build is slender and small which allows her to be a little more aerodynamic. She would be described as having the bones of a sparrow. Her skin tone is pale and fair. She has freckles across her cheekbones and nose and her face shape is diamond shaped. Her predominant feature would be her eyes which are big and wide. She is healthy and actually appears to be thanks to a carefully balanced diet.

===POWERS===

Powers:
Aerokinesis: Lily can control the air and wind with her mind. She is limited to the gases found in the air such as Nitrogen, Oxygen, and Carbon dioxide. She cannot effect the water vapour. It takes more concentration to control it the bigger the feat she does. If it's a strong gale (an 8 or 9 on the Beauford scale which is the highest she can go on the scale- around 62-74 mph maximum) , she needs to concentrate really hard. To the point of a headache, even. When this power occurs, her eyes glow a gentle white and on occasion, she will use gestures as a guide for the air such as moving her fingers, arms or other body parts.

Flight: Lilium can also fly. She can fly up to 550 mph from a running start of at least
26 foot. She can fly up to 2296ft. Any higher and she loses control and sometimes consciousness and falls.

Note: Lilium has immunity from the side-effects of her powers.

Skills:
Lily has always been good with stealth. She can move gently, treading so lightly that you'd swear her feet were made of balloons. Alongside this is her ability to shut up and pay attention. She is aware that that she cannot turn invisible, even if she feels it, and so must keep an ear and an eye out for herself.

Weaknesses:
Lilium's weaknesses include fire and any object that air can not move. Fire is able to suck up any air around it and the objects that cannot be moved would be unaffected by it. Another would be anything that can suck up the air.

Equipment:
Lilium does not carry equipment as it would weigh her down.

===PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE===

Personality:
Lilium has always been cautious. Always. She acts the same around a group as she did around just one person. Always and forever cautious. But once you get to know her, she's as bright as a ray of sunshine. Plus sarcasm that may or may not be effective. Sometimes naive, Lilium has been known to act childishly simple because she wants to. One thing that makes Lilium strong is that she feels everyone should get a second chance. She will go out of her way to make sure they get that chance but three strikes mean that you're out with this girl.

Strengths:

• Multi-tasking
  
• Observant
  
• Stealthy
  
• Focuses well
  
• Good sense of rhythm/timing

Interests/Habits:
Lilium loves music and the arts. She adores rock music, particularly old rock'n'roll. She loves Queen and AC/DC especially. Her playlist consists of mostly 70s and 80s music of many genres. She does listen to modern music, too. She has a habit of humming and needs to be in constant motion (such as tapping her knee with a pencil or something).

===PERSONAL BACKGROUND===

Family Members:

• Mother- Ysovielle de Lune. Half Greek and half British, Ysovielle has always had a rocky relation ship with her daughter.
  
• Father- Lilium's father, Marcus Borne, never knew Lilium as her mother kept her a secret from him.

Place of Origin: London, England
History: Ysovielle was in labour for twenty three hours with Lilium but once the baby came, Lily was defintely loved. Her mother kept the girl a secret from most as she grew up but Lily had a knack for mischief and often ran riot against her mother through her early childhood. Lily was cautious but still tried anything to worry her mother. Tall tree? No problem. She would climb it as carefully as she could. She stopped with this as soon as her mother moved them from London to Manchester at the age of seven.

It was later in life that Lilium discovered her powers. It had been a cold, Autumn day when fourteen year old Lily and her best friend were shopping. They were crossing the road to get to the mall when a car came speeding toward them. Being closer to the car, Lily's best friend got hit and Lily herself had thrown her arms to protect herself. She accidentally pushed against the car and pushed herself backwards.

Lily couldn't explain how she had gotten out with relatively nothing to show for the accident. Her friend turned against her, thinking Lily had set her up. This saddened Lily... so she began to try and master her powers over the air. It wasn't very hard for her after a while. She concentrated and focused until she could make the wind whimsical and gentle or tough and violent. She found herself in the middle of a new world. Where she was, trouble followed. She didn't mean for it. It just became a regular thing.

Sample RP
Lilium smiled down at the city as she walked the wires. Just using enough of the air to keep herself on top of the wires, she broke into a jump and caught them with her hands, swinging around it until she flew off it. Literally flew from it. She landed gently on a near by rooftop and her smile disappeared. She broke into a run, sprinting across the rooftops. She bit her lip as she leapt form one to another. She had no idea where she was going but she knew it would be fun. One jump… Two jump… Three.

Lilium looked around her, finding nothing of significance. A gang of thugs near by watching as a pretty girl walked by. Let them have their fun… Lilium decided in her head. She was no hero. She was no bad guy. She just liked running around doing whatever came up. She watched as they grabbed her and she scowled. A little voice in her head told her to intervene. Without questioning it, Lilium took off from the ground and looked down at the gang. They had cornered the girl. The aerokinetic took a deep breath and flew down, getting between the gang and the girl.

“I’ve been looking for something fun to play with,” she smiled devilishly. She kicked a guy in front of her and a blast of air knocked him back into a trash can. His friends swarmed as she held them back. They tried everything to get to her. She knocked them back and would kick and punch the ones who got near enough. A few tried knives and guns. She got cut on the shoulder and wrist from a knife and nearly got hit in the chest with a bullet if it weren’t for her dodging the next knife blow.

When all the thugs were out, the lady didn’t even thank her. Just ran for her life. Lilium sighed and cracked her knuckles. She pushed the air and flew herself up to the rooftops to observe once more. That was why she wasn’t a hero. Because people often don’t thank you for the things that happen on the street. Lilium told herself that she did good out there and ran a hand through her white blonde hair. Tonight was going to be messy…