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Mason sat in the house at a small table. He was putting in finishing touches for embroidery on a bag he'd been working on for a while. It was rather large, and he'd double up the fabric to make it more durable. When it was done it would function as a drawstring backpack, but instead of the strings being the straps, the straps were attached to the bag and had adequate padding. He was rather proud of it, as typical drawstring bags had always bothered him. He was surprised no one had patented this idea sooner, but as soon as he could apply for one that would be changed. Unfortunately, he was legally a minor for the next few months, and if he arrived at the patent offices there was a chance he'd be denied. As he worked on a large rose he contemplated the happenings of the past few weeks. A nearby group of self-described "villains" had been stirring up trouble recently. Thankfully only two had been bold enough to visit his home, and he had been using the facilities then and had not been spotted. He wondered briefly what it was they were doing they found so exciting. From the sound of the two boys who often passed by in the distance, something gory and petty.

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Ryan Hubble

basics

physical characteristics

age - 24

gender - (trans) male

looks - pale olive skin with an oval face and a mop of curly rust-coloured hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, 6'0" and 170 lbs., pretty muscular, large hands and long fingers
clothes - wears coloured tanks, or when it's cold black longsleeved shirts under tanks and his navy blue flannel-lined canvas jacket, usually wears cargo pants and tennis shoes
orientation - xvx
personality: he's uh, he's hard to read so pretty much no one would be able to pick up on this upon meeting him, but he's bitter about a lot of things and he's made a lot of bad decisions but he feels like there's no backing out, this is all subconscious btw, and he's afraid that his life is going to catch up with him, consciously he's bored and spoiled, he's used to getting what he wants, but if someone denies him he won't stand up to them, he's too smart for that, he knows that anyone who denies him is powerful enough to not be afraid of him and understands not to challenge people like that, he's smart, especially strategy-wise, and he's creative, in fact, he loves to draw and write, he rarely ever gets attached to people so there's not often a reason for him to care about self-preservation, he's not going to let himself get killed but he'll absolutely take a risk he thinks is worth it. externally he's warm in demeanour, which makes it all the more frightening when he's casually violent or threatens somebody. he's pretty casual and will have a friendly conversation with someone in his off time, but it's always clear that it means nothing to him and pretty much everything does
power: good old fashioned telekinesis. he can't lift anything more than 430 lbs tho
good or bad: bad. (view spoiler)[a redemption arc is possible but entirely optional (hide spoiler)]
Backstory: When Ryan was 13 his powers manifested. His parents kicked him out for "being a freak" and he soon wound up in a homeless shelter. there, state authorities were notified of his age and he was put into foster care. he hid his powers but grew more and more frustrated as he bounced from house to house. when he was 16 he had his longest stay yet, and he truly loved his family. he had a little sister who looked up to him and he would tell her stories every night. then she got sick. really sick. blood cancer sick. his foster family was lower middle class and even with Ryan working extra-long shifts the medical bills started taking a toll on them. when a new treatment that looked promising was revealed to be too expensive, Ryan cracked. he bought a fake ID and started gambling. he was good at it too, and it got to his head. he started doing it for fun, even after they started the treatment. then one day his sister found out. they had a huge fight and the last thing he said to her was "you're just a dumb little kid!"
that turned out to be his last words to her.
it killed him inside, or at least it felt that way. he grew apart from his foster parents, who loved him but didn't know what to do. they were still grieving the loss of their daughter and by the time they were emotionally ready to deal with his actions, it was too late. he started pushing away the guilt and the pain, gambling more and more. he was getting worse and it was bothering him, so he started cheating using his powers. when he was 17 a powerful criminal discovered his powers and convinced him that he could do more than just cheat in backwater casinos. they gave him tiny metal beads and taught him to throw them, first at things and then at people. "you don't have to hurt 'em" they said, "just slow 'em down."
but slowing them down got harder to do harmlessly. he was frustrated and his thoughts were clouded and all he knew was that one way was easier than the other. he hasn't killed many people, no. it's in the single digits actually. but when he does, it doesn't hurt him. at least not where he can feel it.
he started having to fight a lot more "do-gooders" it got frustrating, how they poked at what was left of his conscience. so now he's jumping at a chance to be rid of that little voice in his head and get rid of MAPA
Other: woo boy-

{{can we say that this is where skeleton boy vibes?? nothings happening here anyway, so we could say that he's the ghost people keep seeing}}

Carson's head hurt. They closed their eyes as if it could block out the noise and the chaos of these monsters. They sat down, sure of why they ever stood up in the first place.

Cupid whipped around, holding out his hands to grab at someone but feeling only empty air.

Cupid made his way along the wall, reaching the door. it was blocked by some sort of force he couldn't see. Not that he could see anything at the moment. "There's something blocking the door!" he called.

Carson gritted their teeth. They crept up behind Regan, fighting the wind amassing in the room. "Push the walls onto him. He can't avoid them all, he's not invincible."

Name: Mason Sanderson
Alias: Skeleton
Age: 17
Gender: (trans) male
Looks: he has long, straight black hair that he ties to the top of his head, sharp cheekbones and an overall slim appearance as well as malnutrition as a child has led to a "skeletal" appearance. he's not scary levels of skinny, but definitely below average, 6'1" and 159 lbs., he has pale skin and long nimble fingers. he has vibrant green eyes that are a stark contrast to his haunted facial structure. he wears interesting clothing that could be described as 'Frankenstienien'
Personality: despite his fragile and unnerving appearance, he's decently friendly, although sarcasm goes way over his head. he's rather sensitive, and he can get spiteful if insulted harshly. he's smart, cunning even, and while he won't be insincere with people unless it's for revenge he will absolutely use any real connections he has to his advantage, he's blunt and honest, he likes sewing and embroidery and makes most of his own clothing.
Power: he can create and manipulate acid and poison
Good or bad: completely neutral, will do anything for a favour of equal extremity
Other(not needed): hmm

Name: Max Wallberg
Age: 15
Gender: (cis) male
Looks: he had a round face and wide brown eyes with light tan freckled skin. his thick wavy hair is usually jaw length and always dyed a bright colour. there are small braids interspersed throughout. he's 5'8" and 159 lbs., he has a gap between his two front teeth but his smile is otherwise healthy, he's pretty muscular but a lot of his weight is chub, his nose is small and round, he dresses like masculine Christine Canigula tbh
Personality: wide eyes and dyed hair make for a startled/startling appearance, and his constant energy doesn't help. he's always hopping from place to place and talking about something or another, this is a coping mechanism for the anxiety and dread that follows him everywhere, it mostly works, he's just been dropped off at MAPA by his terrified parents, he's enthusiastic and loud about everything, and rather naive
Power: short-range teleportation and wall/ceiling crawling (these two go hand in hand)
Good or bad: good but gullible ((aka someone could trick him into working for bad if they convinced him that MAPA was bad))
Other(not needed): my beautiful pan child

Cupid panicked and grew a foot taller, bumping his elbow on the wall and yelping as pain shot through his entire arm.

Carson nodded at Daegon, then forced a smile to shoot in Regan's direction.

Ava || I don’t need a friend who only sees the good in me. I need a friend who sees the bad and still accepts me|| wrote: "((Livia’s just a shadow))

The shadows just parted around the light like they’d normally do."
{{i was talking about the phone lmao}}

"I was going to say if we strike earlier, we could still catch them by surprise soon, but we'd lose the edge on it. If we wait a while until after, they might think it was a false alarm and dismiss the idea of being attacked altogether but then we'd have to spend more time with-" he raised an eyebrow at Regan, "-them."

Cupid leaned on his hand, and he could have sworn it made contact with something warm and smooth. He shuddered and recoiled his hand, glancing at the shadows but seeing nothing.

Cupid slumped and ran a hand through his hair, pushing a cheek up and sighing. He sat down in the shadows next to Livia.

{{he's not aware of her presence, right?}}

Cupid started to say more but caught himself and shrunk back to his normal size, shaving off a few inches for good measure. "Sorry," he muttered.

Carson covered their mouth and let a breath hiss between their fingers. "We have two options. Either they attack before then, or they'll be in a defensive position in two days time."
Carson paced back and forth. "Which means our window of opportunity is either very small or simply has a starting point that isn't now."
They stopped in their tracks, seeming to realise what they were doing mid-thought. "Or at least those are my thoughts," they mumbled, sitting back down and starting at their hands.

"How was it fun?" Cupid glowered at Luke, growing a few inches taller and stepping towards him. "You've just announced that an unknown threat is giving as false information, tell me how that's fun" he spat.

Carson cleared their throat and stood up. "What did you tell them?"

"Then why-" Cupid began, cutting himself off. It was probably a dumb question, so he shouldn't waste this guy's time.