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For the group %The-Projects
I remember wanting to join when the group actually opened but I wasn't feeling that confident with my humans. Now, though, I'm feeling a bit better and I'm excited to hopefully get accepted into this lovely group!
Not to mention I think I really love this character xD

So info will be updated as I find time, I will be sure to get it done before the group closes for apps <3

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Personal
Name: Amalia Charlotte Gyllen
[ Uh-mall-ee-a]
Nickname(s):
> Ama
> CiCi
> Pheonix

Family

Mother: Lucia Gyllen {Deceased} | Human

Father: Jacob Gyllen {Deceased} | SuperHuman

Brother{s}: N/A

Sister{s}:
Katla Eve Gyllen | SuperHuman | Rped by ~Runa-Feitr

Other relative{s}: N/A

Identification

Race: Superhuman

DOB: May 4th 1992

Current Age: 21 Years Old

Gender: Female

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 125 lbs

Hometown: Astoria, Oregon USA

Super Qualities

Physical Description:

Face - Slender faced with pretty, plump, pink lips Amalia normally wears an intimidating grimace towards any and every one. Her nose is slender as it sits between two deep blue, almond shaped eyes. Her eyes can be considered quite large but it allows others to easily read her emotions, this is one of the aspects she hates about herself. Her long hair reaches almost low back just above the buttocks if let down. Normally she has her hair in high ponytails, or a single long ponytail. Natural hair color is dark red but she proceeds to dye it a vibrant red gradient orange. These colors seem to represent the mythical creature the 'Phoenix' but nothing is confirmed.

Build - Like her face, Amalia is slender as well as lean. She has light muscle mass and long slender legs. She's pretty proportionate aside from her longer legs. She's pretty graceful in her gait but is nothing short of intimidating and exudes an air of frustration as she goes. Her posture lacks slightly, as she'll usually slump her shoulders and have her pelvic bone thrusted out slightly where she stands.

Fashion - She enjoys long baggy shirts that cover a majority of her body, but enjoys wearing short skirts and shorts. She's not totally against skin tight shirts, in fact she enjoys wearing a select few of tight tank tops on warm, summer days. As far as shoes are concerned she enjoys her boots and a couple pair of old converse her and her sister swap and share on occasion. She may exude heat but regardless she enjoys covering up her arms as best she can. The reasons include covering up some scars she earned while being tested on at the DSR headquarters.

Notes - Tattoo on her right shoulder showcases a tribal Phoenix flaring up its wings. She received this tattoo at the age of 16. A rebellious, much older friend she had acquired had done the tattoo himself.
Her other material possessions consist of a knapsack with extra clothing and a few sweaters to keep her sister warm during the colder months.

Supernatural Ability:

Self-Detonation | Main | - Amalia has the ability to unleash a harmful build up of radioactive energy at will, which, at its strongest, has the destructive force of a medium scale Nuclear Bomb [estimated pop. death count 3,000]. From the ashes her body then regenerates before the smoke can clear. The process in which makes this reaction possible lies within her atoms. Like a nuclear bomb her atoms are in a constant frenzied state, constantly creating a large amount of radiation. This reaction creates her body temperature to be well above the normal 98.6˚F of a normal human body. This; however, is not what causes the explosions but merely aids in its further chaotic stages. The trigger usually ties around her emotions. Extreme emotions whether be anger or intense joy can cause her atoms to collide with one another, thus creating a chain reaction with deadly consequences.
Her episodes can range from small scale hiccup explosions, which entail burning up portions of her clothing, or large scale which decimate city blocks but these are rare and she has grown quite good at keeping her emotions in check.

Self-Healing | Sub | - As a sub power Amalia is able to heal from most wounds done to her, so long as a bullet doesn't puncture her heart or a specific piece of her brain. Otherwise she can heal from just about any puncture wound made to her body. The only time she can completely heal from having her body completely destroyed is from her own explosions. The chemical reaction that allows her to do this also comes from her atomic structure. Electricity from a rouge lightning strike amplified her bodies ability to heal, leaving her atoms so tightly knit that even when split apart due to outer trauma they reform back to one another. She can, in simpler terms, piece herself back together on a subatomic level that is invisible to the naked eye.

Weaknesses:

Fear of Not being in Control - Amalia fears the destruction that her own powers can have on the people and world around her. Thus her strength is her grand weakness. Although she can say she has total control over her abilities she knows that isn't true in the least. Like anything extremely powerful there is also the chance of it being extremely unstable. Amalia wakes up every morning fearing she will let her grasp on her own power slip, this normally has her detached from the situations around her and can potentially debilitate her daily duties. She's grown to multitask pretty well, keeping her emotions in check and doing her daily jobs, but it can grow straining on her over time. At the peak, where her fatigue catches up with her, she normally has to find a secluded area and literally blow off some steam. She could potentially be caught off guard by an enemy, forcing her to either explode or be vulnerable to abduction or attack.

Large Bodies of Water - Water is known to be able to absorb any excess energy that a large force can give off. Allowing her body to explode allows Amalia some relief from the constant build up of radioactive energy, bodies of water; however, absorb this energy and do not allow her to successfully release the energy, almost like a back up of build up in force. When this happens Amalia is left weak and physically ill. She can remain ill for a matter of a day to a week depending on the force that needed to be exuded.

Extreme Heat - Because her body already releases large amounts of heat it becomes harder for Amalia to function when the environment is just as hot. Anything above 85˚F outside tends to make her sluggish and all around sick. This can leave her extremely vulnerable as a hot environment does not allow her to cool off, almost like a computer with a fan that does not allow the machine to cool off. Heat debilitates her badly and it's hard for how to find any relief when in a hot environment. Most experiments at the DSR pinned her against arid and smoldering terrains, memories that have left a bad taste in her mouth. Amalia can also experience intense hallucinations and mirage like symptoms when dealing with the heat, thus making her susceptible to any outside attack.

Katla - Her sister. Amalia may seem like a cold-hearted bitch but when it comes to her sister she's a huge pushover and would do anything to be able to provide for her.

Inner Workings

Personality:

Tyrant [Outer] - On the outside, and to people that do not know her personally, Amalia is easily labeled a 'tyrant' for her usual snappy and irritable nature. For the most part she feels she needs to be in control of even the smallest situations. This seems to be derived from Amalia's need to keep her own powers under control, and in turn everything around her needs to be controlled and less chaotic. Half of the time she doesn't mean to be so tyrannical but in cases of, say group indecisiveness she tends to try and take the lead rather abruptly and harshly as her way of trying to make order in a chaotic world.

Intense [Outer] - Even without opening her mouth to intimidate, her aura and stare alone tend to do the job. She's very intimidating even when not trying to be. This comes from the excruciating years at the DSR labs and being bullied at a young age. Over time Amalia subconsciously decided that being intimidating was a better defense mechanism to just allowing others to easily manipulate her. She's a very guarded young girl and would rather scare people away as opposed to letting them get too close and harming her. If one happens to be accepted as a friend in her books, she's still very intense when she speaks, as if ready to pry any conversation out of you that she can.

Quick to Judge [Outer] - Having been judged for most of her adult life one would think Amalia would shy away from such a bad habit, but that's quite the contrary. Amalia judges without any regards to stereotypes or others feelings. She doesn't outwardly make comments in regards to her judgmental feelings but most of the time it can be seen on her scowl. And more so than not her preconceived notions of others are proven wrong and she quickly kicks herself mentally for being to rude. She will not admit her short comings to strangers though and it's rare for her to be completely honest to friends about how she felt about them on first meetings.

Dark Sense of Humor [Outer] - Amalia enjoys the darker, more perverse side to humor, usually telling jokes that more innocent minded folks wouldn't get. Her sense of humor can also be considered 'violent' and 'aggressive' seeing as most jokes and playful threats involve murder or different ways to kill one slowly. She; however, is not as violent so her playful threats are usually just that, her way of playing around. If she's actually pissed at someone she'll make it clear that they keep their distance. During her times of actually enjoying a joke or two her eerie smirk alone could send chills up someone's spine, but for those who know her know full well they have nothing to worry about. It's all a facade and a way for her to blow off steam.

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Fair Minded - All in all, no matter how much she may seem to play the role of a villain on the outside, Amalia enjoys fair treatment for all. Its makes her blood boil to see others being treated better or worse then their peers. Favoritism irks the living hell out of Amalia and she'd do anything in her power, even if it means getting scolded, just to speak her mind and have everyone treated with the same amount of respect and decency. In the world they live in; however, this is not the case for the majority of people, especially when it comes to supers and humans but if Amalia has anything to say about it she definitely strives to being equality to everyone, even if she looses her equality in the process. This is the only time where her opinions are not biased and she fights for the betterment of everyone.

Easily Entertained - For being such a stiff lipped young woman, Amalia is pretty easily entertained. Most times she tries to keep her emotions under control but she has a hard time keeping a chuckle in during some good times. She's also a simpleton when it comes to entertaining herself. She can sit in front of a building for hours and be perfecting happy watching a snagged paper bag get tousled against a breeze. Listening to music also keeps her occupied and quite relaxed and entertained. In this aspect she's easily taken care of and even seems normal at times, her stare not so intense like it usually is. If given a chore she does it without fuss, perhaps even finding pleasure in having something to do. She rarely ever admits to being bored.

Intuitive Leader - Even if most of her knowledge can be quite sporadic she's considered quite smart with her random tidbits of information. And putting her irrational anger issues aside she also makes a good leader. She has all the traits, she just merely doesn't know how to properly display them for all to see and understand. She's quite tactical and has a good understanding of others and the environment around her, this allows her to successfully provide others with useful intel and battle strategies when needed. She'd be able to better show off these skills if she wasn't too busy trying to scare people away. But for those close to her, it can be quite obvious she's a good role-model to lookup to...at least in this one aspect.

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Sociable [Inner] - Aside from her usual unattached demeanor towards strangers and acquaintances, Amalia is quite sociable and loves to just chit chat with others she's close too. Bordering on nosy she enjoys hearing others' tales or listening in on gossip. She also enjoys gossiping with others, giggling about others' scandalous endeavors and even her own tales of exaggerated grander. Many wouldn't believe her being quite the chatter box, as she's normally seen brooding in some dark corner, but if she enjoys someone's company she'll normally become attached to them, seeking them out just to talk. This is rare; however, because she normally depends on her sister to provide her with decent company. Needless to say, she's pleasant to be around if you give her the chance. Like her sister, her sarcasm can be a bit overwhelming at times but you tend to get used to it.

Observant [Inner] - Amalia looks at everything, taking in the small things in her environment that most would look past as unimportant. She also has an uncanny ability to quickly get used to others' mannerisms and can pick up rather easily a change in emotion. This little knack she has comes in handy when searching for a topic in conversation or being able to comfort a friend when they're down. Although not very affectionate she tries her best to make others feel better, she fails often though and just tends to walk awake quickly. Being observant comes in handy during strategic battle situations, she can gather information on the enemy rather quickly, as well as the strengths and weaknesses of others around her. When she encounters others with harder expressions to read she becomes easily frustrated and normally retaliates with huffs and pouts while trying to get their feelings out of them. Its can be quite amusing to see.

Trust Issues [Inner] - She uses her intense demeanor to literally scare people away because in all actuality she's terrified of being used and broken even more than she already is. All her life creating relationships with others has only brought her pain and suffering so she tends to shy away from others that get too close. Her thoughts on making friends is quite conflicted which causes her to hate herself greatly. A part of her will allow others to get close, become friends with her, she becomes comfortable but when realization hits she tends to distance herself from them, leaving her friends confused. She hates this aspect about herself but it's kept her safe for a long time. Most tend to drift away from her, which is what she wants...but loneliness sets in just like she anticipates. After this she tends to slink over to her sister, nuzzling against her for some form of stability in her life, hating herself for never allowing anyone to get too close.

Imaginitve [Inner] - Only her sister really knows about this creative streak. Amalia loves to think and in general create when she's given the tools. It can really be anything, art, tactical plans, room decor, everything has to be aesthetically pleasing to her eye. This also helps her keep organized and neat, for the most part. Being imaginative helps her think outside of the box, concocting plans on making others day just a bit brighter or even pulling pranks on those she doesn't like much.

History:

Location: DSR Satellite Labs. Houston, Texas
Date: April 9, 2009
Subject Number: Pending…
Notification Catalog: Sedative and Sodium Thiopental Introduced to Subject systems in 5 hour intervals. 'Truth Serum'

Now, can you tell me your name?
'My name doesn't matter to you bastards. I'm just a number to you…..Where's my sister?'
Subject seems to be resisting regardless of doses, upping the dosage. Now, Amalia, where were you born?
'I was born…In Astoria, Oregon.'
Tell me about your life, your family.
'My parents were loving and always protective…My mother always took jobs as a nurse in nearby schools, and my father was an up and coming Law attorney. I always had what I needed, and I was never in want for anything. They…were the best. They loved me and my sist…Where is my sister! I need to see her!'
Now now, you'll get to see her when we're all done. Back to what we were talking about. What made your father so successful, can you tell me that?
'He, uh, he had abilities…reading the thoughts of others. We didn't know until later on in our lives. He was always good at keeping secrets. He understood me and Katla the best. I guess that's why he was so adamant about keeping us safe…from…You! L-Let me out of here!!'
Subject is reacting adversely to medication. Needs to be restrained and sedated for later questioning.

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Location: DSR Satellite Labs. Houston, Texas
Date: May 13, 2009
Subject Number: Pending…
Notification Catalog: Sedative and Sodium Thiopental Introduced to Subject systems in 2 hour intervals. 'Truth Serum'

Amalia, in 1999, you were diagnosed with a tumor. Do you remember this? Can you tell me about your experiences, all of them.
'I was 7 at the time. I had been dealing with terrible headaches a couple months before. The pediatrics I had been to didn't see anything until the tumor had grown twice it's size in a short amount of time. My parents were worried, I can still see their worried faces. It came to a point where no one in the vicinity could help my case, so my parents began to pack us up, thus the moving process began. I remember my sister was 5, she attended pre school for a week before we shipped ourselves miles away to Colorado. My condition had gotten worse in a matter of a few weeks, tremors, vomiting, dizziness. To be honest the memory has faded over time, but I remember the fear…and Kat never wanting to leave my side. We were always attached at the hip, confiding in one another regardless of the age difference.

I attended countless chemo therapy sessions and surgery to try and remove the larger mass of tumor that lodged itself in my brain. My family would take me home only to have to bring me back to stabilize my condition. This happened for the next four years of my life. The hospital became my home. I do remember the room and the feeling of being totally helpless. As a child I tried to accept my fate but it was hard, every human being is seeded with the need to survive. It was hard to feel hope, especially after losing all of my hair in the process, the headaches still lulling at the back of my mind and seeing my family grow weary of the entire situation. Kat always tried to make me feel better, after school she'd sit in my room and tell me about her day.

Haha, we had a secret too, that we didn't tell out parents about until much later…'

Tell me about this secret…
'We had abilities. At first we thought it was just our minds playing tricks on us but overtime, and countless hours entertaining ourselves at the hospital, we began to practice. Kat, she could create these little see-through bubbles between her fingers. I'd try to touch them but they were solid on the outside, like mini force fields. They didn't last long but the fact that she could do them amazed us. We had so much fun hours on end, it took my mind off the more solemn situation my family faced. I, too, had awakened some small power in me. It wasn't as pleasant as Kat's but still pretty cool. While no nurses were around me and kat would go into visitation rooms near. There I would practice my own powers. Normally I'd have maybe the tip of my finger explode causing a tiny explosion and watch it regenerate. The noise alone would bring the nurses running but we always blamed the noise on a ball we liked to throw at the walls every now and then. I could never explode anymore then just the tip of my finger, and I could never get my ability to form all the time. Sometimes it would be weeks and my ability would never show up again…'

What about that lightning storm…the last night at the Hospital.
'Oh...I was laying in bed, feeling pretty bad that night. It was after my very last scheduled chemo session before....giving up on me. My parents had just dropped off Kat at my room before going to have a word with the doctors about any other steps needing to be taken. My mother, I remember the sad look in her eyes, I always tried to smile as a way to make her feel a bit better. But I think that night my smile wasn't so convincing. Kat sat by my bedside and I grabbed her little hand in mine as we looked out the window. We could see lightning coming from the east, the clouds were a dark blue against the night sky.The sound of thunder had prodded Kat into my hospital bed beside me where I wrapped my arm around her and we laid there in silence. As the rain began to pour down our window she began to practice her little bubble fields again, giggling as each popped between we fingers.
"I've been practicing" She had said.
"I can tell" I told her with a smile.
"Have you?"
"No...I'm too tired"
"I understand" she sighed before snuggling up against me for warmth. The rooms were always so cold for her. I lifted my hand to try once more to practice, but that was when the power flickered and thunder crashed outside our window. Kat gripped my hospital gown, crushing her body close to mine. I remember her wide-eyed gaze as if pleading to keep her safe from the dark. I held onto her, knowing the storm would pass.'

Did it?'
'Yes...but not before striking the hospital, our room. I felt the surge of electricity through my body, prickling every nerve, blinding me. My skin grew numb and my vision grew dark. That's when it happened. I released some form of energy from my body, decimating the 7th floor we were on. When I had woken up, before the smoke had cleared, I could feel the breeze from outside. It smelled of rain and cement dust....the hole that the explosion had left was huge. I could see to the side of me, empty hospital beds dangling from the rooms beside me and above. I frantically looked around for my sister, hoping for her to still be there. Remarkably she was there, unscathed but maybe a little dirty. But unscathed.

Subject needs rest, we will continue in two weeks time.

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Location: DSR Satellite Labs. Houston, Texas
Date: May 27, 2009
Subject Number: Pending…
Notification Catalog: Sedative and Sodium Thiopental Introduced to Subject systems in 2 hour intervals. 'Truth Serum'

In 2003, After the explosion you and your family moved again and lived in Georgia for a year correct? What happened then.
'Me and Kat were enrolled in school, a Middle school close to home. I went into complete remission and I felt better than ever. I had to study a bit harder then the other children to catch up but it didn't take me as long as I thought it would. Kat and my mother helped me along the way, and I got pretty good grades the year we were there. I think we all thought it was going to last, to be honest. Me and kat even found ourself a nice clearing behind our house to practice our abilities. Things changed for me though. I was nearing the end of my eighth grade year, a young girl by the name of Sandra Dean, had begun to pick on me. She chose every topic she could think of to pick on me. Most ridicules involved my short hair. I had been growing it out after chemo but she proceeded to giggle behind my back, and have her friends poke and bother me. Most days I ignored it...trying to be the 'bigger' person. It was a Friday, in the courtyard that she called over to me, her friends at her back just waiting to publicly humiliate me. I tried to avoid them but they surrounded me, everyone watching with curious eyes. Not a soul looking to help me. Kat pushed through the crowd, I remember her hand on my balled up fist. They laughed at me, called me names, accused me of being a little boy because my hair was so short. I just stood there, shaking, eyes watering. I had had enough...'

And then what happened?
'The authorities concluded it was a pipe that bursted below the school courtyard, the fumes were flammable or something like that...With all the commotion most people looked past that fact that me and Katla survived the explosion. Obviously we weren't completely unscathed, dirtied with a couple small cuts but no one really took much notice to it. I say 'not really' because obviously you guys happened to have found out. After that our parents kept us secluded from the world, talking to us about our powers. They weren't fooled by the 'pipe story' and knew we had something to do with it. In the end we spilled the beans and showed our parents our powers. Turns out my father already knew of Kat's powers, I guess she had practiced around him while at my stay at the hospital, but my mother was surprised, although taking it very well. That was when my father shared about his abilities, how he wasn't completely human. My mother simply nodded, knowing about his powers as well. Turns out her mother, our grandmother, had powers as well but it skipped my mother. Needless to say after that we seemed to grow closer as a family, if that was even possible. a month or so after the explosion we began to get harassed by Conspiracy Nuts, so we packed up and moved once more--'

You moved to Durango, Colorado as your file here reads. You had gone through some rebellious stage as it says here. You took a liking to a young high school drop out by the name of Derek Anders who gave you that tattoo on your shoulder. What happened to him?
'.........I don't want to talk about it.'

The faster you get through this the faster you can reunite with Katla
'Screw you......'

Subject has passed out, perhaps from over exposure to drug and stress to her cognitive functions. She will be moved to Unit 2B and questioned on a later date.

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Location: DSR Satellite Labs. Houston, Texas
Date: June 16, 2009
Subject Number: Pending…
Notification Catalog: Sedative and Sodium Thiopental Introduced to Subject systems in 3 hour intervals. 'Truth Serum'

Hopefully this will be our last session, psychological make up is almost complete. Now, Amalia, why did your family move from Colorado. Life seemed good there, can you remember why?
'Everything was going fine...my father was doing well at his job and my mother enjoyed hers at the local school. Me and kat kept ourselves educated using online classes. Everything was fine...'

And then...?
'You guys happened...you chased us out of Colorado. In an attempt to escape the nosy gaze of the DSR we packed up and left without notice. We were ambushed outside Texas heading on a desolate highway road. Your damn agents attacked our truck, killed our parents, and took us away from them....'

Subject seems to be beating the effects of the serum, injecting more sedative to her systems as well as raising the temperature to the room. Amalia, can you hear me? Do you understand my words
'...yes....'

Answer one more question for me. How does it make you feel having been the cause to your families decimation, your parents' death, and your sister's abduction?
'....Know this. Just because you think you know what makes me tick, don't be fooled into a false sense of security. The second I get the chance and your facility blows up in flames, I'll make sure to pay you a personal visit, wrap my hands around your neck and exert so much radiation around your body you'll be too in pain to talk. You'll die slowly and in excruciating pain...'

End Session//

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Location: DSR Main Labs
Date: November 22, 2010
Subject Number: Pending…
Notification Catalog: Subject was transfered to main lab after Houston Satellite Lab Building 2 was destroyed in 2009 during riots. Subject has been here a year and has attempted to make an escape with another test subject, Katla Gyllen. We are conducting a quick psych work-up before submitting them to more field treatment.

Amalia is it? Since you've been here we have yet to just sit down and talk-
'Thats because all you bastards have been doing is poking and prodding us like we're some lab projects! Do you honestly believe trapping me in hot boxes and shooting me countless times in the chest is really going to answer these questions you have about Supers? You're the real monsters not us! Let us out of her!'

Subject has become enraged and is unresponsive to questioning. She will be sedated and placed in solitary confinement for the murder of 5 staff members following her attempt at escape. We will figure out some way to deal with her on a later date. Ending session.

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December 11th, 2011

Hey Journal...thing,
Kat said it would be a good idea to keep tabs on events in my life, for memories sake at least. After 3 long years of being drugged and tested on we were finally released from the DSR Labs, only to be thrown into this hell hole. The world had changed a lot the past three years and I guess the only good thing to have come from being drugged up was not having to deal with that shitty anti-superhuman war. But now we have to live with the compromise. A jacked up city with little to no electricity. Theres actually some regular folk here but only a few. The remainder of the people here are supers...Me and kat are trying to make the best of it. No one has tried to mess with us...yet, lets hope it stays that way.

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March 5th, 2012

Hey,
It's been a while since I last wrote. To be honest I had left you back at some old abandoned coffee shop we had slept at. Kat suggested I go back and find you. Sooooo I did. Anyway we've had a few squabbles here and there. It's not exactly safe for two young girls to walk the streets but hey, ya gotta do what ya gotta do. About a month ago we had heard about two factions in the Reserve, and lucky for us we had met up with the leader to the group, 13. Cool guy, I guess, but nothing much to say aside from that. Project Nullify had gone into effect, we had just gotten settled With the Revolution Alliance when all hell broke loose.
I kept at Kat's side at all time, she was always within viewing distance....
We survived, but I can't say that for everyone.

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September 25th, 2013

This is probably gonna be my last time writing in you, maybe. Christmas brought good times, but otherwise all I've been doing is pulling my own weight I guess....Waiting to get out of here.

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Role play Sample:
From %The-8th-Zone

Jack pursed her lips and nodded slowly before pulling a scrunchy from her pocket and pulling her long blond hair into a ponytail. Flopping her paws to her side she merely looked around at the cars and dirtied corners of the old makeshift mechanic shop. "Thats a good question….We're running low on a lot of things lately" she breathed as her duo colored eyes continued to glance around the darkening shop before landing back on Marley. "I don't think we have what you need unfortunately" she chirped again resting her paws on her hips. "Its about Halting time, I'm sure the boat can wait. How about you and me go get some grub" Jackie's smirk seemed a bit crazed but she played it off happily. The white she-cat laced her arm through Marley's before yanking her softly toward the mechanic shop door. One thing about Jack, she has no respect for others personal space, not in the slightest. They were all practically family now, a very large extended family so why not be allowed to get chummy with the cats you were probably gonna die with. Her eyes glinted with curious joy as she led the golden she-cat out the shop completely. The sun had just about rested behind The Woods, its glinting rays briefly falling upon their pelts as it seemingly shifted in goodbye till the morrow. Jack unlatched their arms to pull down the garage door, bring it down slowly before letting it slam to the ground. She grimaced for a moment, the all too familiar sound brought back some rather painful and stifled memories. Escape from the gang. Infected everywhere. The loss of her mother's forearm. She cleared her throat before straightening up and wiping the grime of her paws. "Shall we?" she coaxed Marley with a smile, obviously wanting to interact with the she-cat further.

Art & Amalia © *Novaling
Group © ~Seasonfluff & ~Aspyluff

Description

For the group %The-Projects
I remember wanting to join when the group actually opened but I wasn't feeling that confident with my humans. Now, though, I'm feeling a bit better and I'm excited to hopefully get accepted into this lovely group!
Not to mention I think I really love this character xD

So info will be updated as I find time, I will be sure to get it done before the group closes for apps <3

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Personal
Name: Amalia Charlotte Gyllen
[ Uh-mall-ee-a]
Nickname(s):
> Ama
> CiCi
> Pheonix

Family

Mother: Lucia Gyllen {Deceased} | Human

Father: Jacob Gyllen {Deceased} | SuperHuman

Brother{s}: N/A

Sister{s}:
Katla Eve Gyllen | SuperHuman | Rped by ~Runa-Feitr

Other relative{s}: N/A

Identification

Race: Superhuman

DOB: May 4th 1992

Current Age: 21 Years Old

Gender: Female

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 125 lbs

Hometown: Astoria, Oregon USA

Super Qualities

Physical Description:

Face - Slender faced with pretty, plump, pink lips Amalia normally wears an intimidating grimace towards any and every one. Her nose is slender as it sits between two deep blue, almond shaped eyes. Her eyes can be considered quite large but it allows others to easily read her emotions, this is one of the aspects she hates about herself. Her long hair reaches almost low back just above the buttocks if let down. Normally she has her hair in high ponytails, or a single long ponytail. Natural hair color is dark red but she proceeds to dye it a vibrant red gradient orange. These colors seem to represent the mythical creature the 'Phoenix' but nothing is confirmed.

Build - Like her face, Amalia is slender as well as lean. She has light muscle mass and long slender legs. She's pretty proportionate aside from her longer legs. She's pretty graceful in her gait but is nothing short of intimidating and exudes an air of frustration as she goes. Her posture lacks slightly, as she'll usually slump her shoulders and have her pelvic bone thrusted out slightly where she stands.

Fashion - She enjoys long baggy shirts that cover a majority of her body, but enjoys wearing short skirts and shorts. She's not totally against skin tight shirts, in fact she enjoys wearing a select few of tight tank tops on warm, summer days. As far as shoes are concerned she enjoys her boots and a couple pair of old converse her and her sister swap and share on occasion. She may exude heat but regardless she enjoys covering up her arms as best she can. The reasons include covering up some scars she earned while being tested on at the DSR headquarters.

Notes - Tattoo on her right shoulder showcases a tribal Phoenix flaring up its wings. She received this tattoo at the age of 16. A rebellious, much older friend she had acquired had done the tattoo himself.
Her other material possessions consist of a knapsack with extra clothing and a few sweaters to keep her sister warm during the colder months.

Supernatural Ability:

Self-Detonation | Main | - Amalia has the ability to unleash a harmful build up of radioactive energy at will, which, at its strongest, has the destructive force of a medium scale Nuclear Bomb [estimated pop. death count 3,000]. From the ashes her body then regenerates before the smoke can clear. The process in which makes this reaction possible lies within her atoms. Like a nuclear bomb her atoms are in a constant frenzied state, constantly creating a large amount of radiation. This reaction creates her body temperature to be well above the normal 98.6˚F of a normal human body. This; however, is not what causes the explosions but merely aids in its further chaotic stages. The trigger usually ties around her emotions. Extreme emotions whether be anger or intense joy can cause her atoms to collide with one another, thus creating a chain reaction with deadly consequences.
Her episodes can range from small scale hiccup explosions, which entail burning up portions of her clothing, or large scale which decimate city blocks but these are rare and she has grown quite good at keeping her emotions in check.

Self-Healing | Sub | - As a sub power Amalia is able to heal from most wounds done to her, so long as a bullet doesn't puncture her heart or a specific piece of her brain. Otherwise she can heal from just about any puncture wound made to her body. The only time she can completely heal from having her body completely destroyed is from her own explosions. The chemical reaction that allows her to do this also comes from her atomic structure. Electricity from a rouge lightning strike amplified her bodies ability to heal, leaving her atoms so tightly knit that even when split apart due to outer trauma they reform back to one another. She can, in simpler terms, piece herself back together on a subatomic level that is invisible to the naked eye.

Weaknesses:

Fear of Not being in Control - Amalia fears the destruction that her own powers can have on the people and world around her. Thus her strength is her grand weakness. Although she can say she has total control over her abilities she knows that isn't true in the least. Like anything extremely powerful there is also the chance of it being extremely unstable. Amalia wakes up every morning fearing she will let her grasp on her own power slip, this normally has her detached from the situations around her and can potentially debilitate her daily duties. She's grown to multitask pretty well, keeping her emotions in check and doing her daily jobs, but it can grow straining on her over time. At the peak, where her fatigue catches up with her, she normally has to find a secluded area and literally blow off some steam. She could potentially be caught off guard by an enemy, forcing her to either explode or be vulnerable to abduction or attack.

Large Bodies of Water - Water is known to be able to absorb any excess energy that a large force can give off. Allowing her body to explode allows Amalia some relief from the constant build up of radioactive energy, bodies of water; however, absorb this energy and do not allow her to successfully release the energy, almost like a back up of build up in force. When this happens Amalia is left weak and physically ill. She can remain ill for a matter of a day to a week depending on the force that needed to be exuded.

Extreme Heat - Because her body already releases large amounts of heat it becomes harder for Amalia to function when the environment is just as hot. Anything above 85˚F outside tends to make her sluggish and all around sick. This can leave her extremely vulnerable as a hot environment does not allow her to cool off, almost like a computer with a fan that does not allow the machine to cool off. Heat debilitates her badly and it's hard for how to find any relief when in a hot environment. Most experiments at the DSR pinned her against arid and smoldering terrains, memories that have left a bad taste in her mouth. Amalia can also experience intense hallucinations and mirage like symptoms when dealing with the heat, thus making her susceptible to any outside attack.

Katla - Her sister. Amalia may seem like a cold-hearted bitch but when it comes to her sister she's a huge pushover and would do anything to be able to provide for her.

Inner Workings

Personality:

Tyrant [Outer] - On the outside, and to people that do not know her personally, Amalia is easily labeled a 'tyrant' for her usual snappy and irritable nature. For the most part she feels she needs to be in control of even the smallest situations. This seems to be derived from Amalia's need to keep her own powers under control, and in turn everything around her needs to be controlled and less chaotic. Half of the time she doesn't mean to be so tyrannical but in cases of, say group indecisiveness she tends to try and take the lead rather abruptly and harshly as her way of trying to make order in a chaotic world.

Intense [Outer] - Even without opening her mouth to intimidate, her aura and stare alone tend to do the job. She's very intimidating even when not trying to be. This comes from the excruciating years at the DSR labs and being bullied at a young age. Over time Amalia subconsciously decided that being intimidating was a better defense mechanism to just allowing others to easily manipulate her. She's a very guarded young girl and would rather scare people away as opposed to letting them get too close and harming her. If one happens to be accepted as a friend in her books, she's still very intense when she speaks, as if ready to pry any conversation out of you that she can.

Quick to Judge [Outer] - Having been judged for most of her adult life one would think Amalia would shy away from such a bad habit, but that's quite the contrary. Amalia judges without any regards to stereotypes or others feelings. She doesn't outwardly make comments in regards to her judgmental feelings but most of the time it can be seen on her scowl. And more so than not her preconceived notions of others are proven wrong and she quickly kicks herself mentally for being to rude. She will not admit her short comings to strangers though and it's rare for her to be completely honest to friends about how she felt about them on first meetings.

Dark Sense of Humor [Outer] - Amalia enjoys the darker, more perverse side to humor, usually telling jokes that more innocent minded folks wouldn't get. Her sense of humor can also be considered 'violent' and 'aggressive' seeing as most jokes and playful threats involve murder or different ways to kill one slowly. She; however, is not as violent so her playful threats are usually just that, her way of playing around. If she's actually pissed at someone she'll make it clear that they keep their distance. During her times of actually enjoying a joke or two her eerie smirk alone could send chills up someone's spine, but for those who know her know full well they have nothing to worry about. It's all a facade and a way for her to blow off steam.

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Fair Minded - All in all, no matter how much she may seem to play the role of a villain on the outside, Amalia enjoys fair treatment for all. Its makes her blood boil to see others being treated better or worse then their peers. Favoritism irks the living hell out of Amalia and she'd do anything in her power, even if it means getting scolded, just to speak her mind and have everyone treated with the same amount of respect and decency. In the world they live in; however, this is not the case for the majority of people, especially when it comes to supers and humans but if Amalia has anything to say about it she definitely strives to being equality to everyone, even if she looses her equality in the process. This is the only time where her opinions are not biased and she fights for the betterment of everyone.

Easily Entertained - For being such a stiff lipped young woman, Amalia is pretty easily entertained. Most times she tries to keep her emotions under control but she has a hard time keeping a chuckle in during some good times. She's also a simpleton when it comes to entertaining herself. She can sit in front of a building for hours and be perfecting happy watching a snagged paper bag get tousled against a breeze. Listening to music also keeps her occupied and quite relaxed and entertained. In this aspect she's easily taken care of and even seems normal at times, her stare not so intense like it usually is. If given a chore she does it without fuss, perhaps even finding pleasure in having something to do. She rarely ever admits to being bored.

Intuitive Leader - Even if most of her knowledge can be quite sporadic she's considered quite smart with her random tidbits of information. And putting her irrational anger issues aside she also makes a good leader. She has all the traits, she just merely doesn't know how to properly display them for all to see and understand. She's quite tactical and has a good understanding of others and the environment around her, this allows her to successfully provide others with useful intel and battle strategies when needed. She'd be able to better show off these skills if she wasn't too busy trying to scare people away. But for those close to her, it can be quite obvious she's a good role-model to lookup to...at least in this one aspect.

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Sociable [Inner] - Aside from her usual unattached demeanor towards strangers and acquaintances, Amalia is quite sociable and loves to just chit chat with others she's close too. Bordering on nosy she enjoys hearing others' tales or listening in on gossip. She also enjoys gossiping with others, giggling about others' scandalous endeavors and even her own tales of exaggerated grander. Many wouldn't believe her being quite the chatter box, as she's normally seen brooding in some dark corner, but if she enjoys someone's company she'll normally become attached to them, seeking them out just to talk. This is rare; however, because she normally depends on her sister to provide her with decent company. Needless to say, she's pleasant to be around if you give her the chance. Like her sister, her sarcasm can be a bit overwhelming at times but you tend to get used to it.

Observant [Inner] - Amalia looks at everything, taking in the small things in her environment that most would look past as unimportant. She also has an uncanny ability to quickly get used to others' mannerisms and can pick up rather easily a change in emotion. This little knack she has comes in handy when searching for a topic in conversation or being able to comfort a friend when they're down. Although not very affectionate she tries her best to make others feel better, she fails often though and just tends to walk awake quickly. Being observant comes in handy during strategic battle situations, she can gather information on the enemy rather quickly, as well as the strengths and weaknesses of others around her. When she encounters others with harder expressions to read she becomes easily frustrated and normally retaliates with huffs and pouts while trying to get their feelings out of them. Its can be quite amusing to see.

Trust Issues [Inner] - She uses her intense demeanor to literally scare people away because in all actuality she's terrified of being used and broken even more than she already is. All her life creating relationships with others has only brought her pain and suffering so she tends to shy away from others that get too close. Her thoughts on making friends is quite conflicted which causes her to hate herself greatly. A part of her will allow others to get close, become friends with her, she becomes comfortable but when realization hits she tends to distance herself from them, leaving her friends confused. She hates this aspect about herself but it's kept her safe for a long time. Most tend to drift away from her, which is what she wants...but loneliness sets in just like she anticipates. After this she tends to slink over to her sister, nuzzling against her for some form of stability in her life, hating herself for never allowing anyone to get too close.

Imaginitve [Inner] - Only her sister really knows about this creative streak. Amalia loves to think and in general create when she's given the tools. It can really be anything, art, tactical plans, room decor, everything has to be aesthetically pleasing to her eye. This also helps her keep organized and neat, for the most part. Being imaginative helps her think outside of the box, concocting plans on making others day just a bit brighter or even pulling pranks on those she doesn't like much.

History:

Location: DSR Satellite Labs. Houston, Texas
Date: April 9, 2009
Subject Number: Pending…
Notification Catalog: Sedative and Sodium Thiopental Introduced to Subject systems in 5 hour intervals. 'Truth Serum'

Now, can you tell me your name?
'My name doesn't matter to you bastards. I'm just a number to you…..Where's my sister?'
Subject seems to be resisting regardless of doses, upping the dosage. Now, Amalia, where were you born?
'I was born…In Astoria, Oregon.'
Tell me about your life, your family.
'My parents were loving and always protective…My mother always took jobs as a nurse in nearby schools, and my father was an up and coming Law attorney. I always had what I needed, and I was never in want for anything. They…were the best. They loved me and my sist…Where is my sister! I need to see her!'
Now now, you'll get to see her when we're all done. Back to what we were talking about. What made your father so successful, can you tell me that?
'He, uh, he had abilities…reading the thoughts of others. We didn't know until later on in our lives. He was always good at keeping secrets. He understood me and Katla the best. I guess that's why he was so adamant about keeping us safe…from…You! L-Let me out of here!!'
Subject is reacting adversely to medication. Needs to be restrained and sedated for later questioning.

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Location: DSR Satellite Labs. Houston, Texas
Date: May 13, 2009
Subject Number: Pending…
Notification Catalog: Sedative and Sodium Thiopental Introduced to Subject systems in 2 hour intervals. 'Truth Serum'

Amalia, in 1999, you were diagnosed with a tumor. Do you remember this? Can you tell me about your experiences, all of them.
'I was 7 at the time. I had been dealing with terrible headaches a couple months before. The pediatrics I had been to didn't see anything until the tumor had grown twice it's size in a short amount of time. My parents were worried, I can still see their worried faces. It came to a point where no one in the vicinity could help my case, so my parents began to pack us up, thus the moving process began. I remember my sister was 5, she attended pre school for a week before we shipped ourselves miles away to Colorado. My condition had gotten worse in a matter of a few weeks, tremors, vomiting, dizziness. To be honest the memory has faded over time, but I remember the fear…and Kat never wanting to leave my side. We were always attached at the hip, confiding in one another regardless of the age difference.

I attended countless chemo therapy sessions and surgery to try and remove the larger mass of tumor that lodged itself in my brain. My family would take me home only to have to bring me back to stabilize my condition. This happened for the next four years of my life. The hospital became my home. I do remember the room and the feeling of being totally helpless. As a child I tried to accept my fate but it was hard, every human being is seeded with the need to survive. It was hard to feel hope, especially after losing all of my hair in the process, the headaches still lulling at the back of my mind and seeing my family grow weary of the entire situation. Kat always tried to make me feel better, after school she'd sit in my room and tell me about her day.

Haha, we had a secret too, that we didn't tell out parents about until much later…'

Tell me about this secret…
'We had abilities. At first we thought it was just our minds playing tricks on us but overtime, and countless hours entertaining ourselves at the hospital, we began to practice. Kat, she could create these little see-through bubbles between her fingers. I'd try to touch them but they were solid on the outside, like mini force fields. They didn't last long but the fact that she could do them amazed us. We had so much fun hours on end, it took my mind off the more solemn situation my family faced. I, too, had awakened some small power in me. It wasn't as pleasant as Kat's but still pretty cool. While no nurses were around me and kat would go into visitation rooms near. There I would practice my own powers. Normally I'd have maybe the tip of my finger explode causing a tiny explosion and watch it regenerate. The noise alone would bring the nurses running but we always blamed the noise on a ball we liked to throw at the walls every now and then. I could never explode anymore then just the tip of my finger, and I could never get my ability to form all the time. Sometimes it would be weeks and my ability would never show up again…'

What about that lightning storm…the last night at the Hospital.
'Oh...I was laying in bed, feeling pretty bad that night. It was after my very last scheduled chemo session before....giving up on me. My parents had just dropped off Kat at my room before going to have a word with the doctors about any other steps needing to be taken. My mother, I remember the sad look in her eyes, I always tried to smile as a way to make her feel a bit better. But I think that night my smile wasn't so convincing. Kat sat by my bedside and I grabbed her little hand in mine as we looked out the window. We could see lightning coming from the east, the clouds were a dark blue against the night sky.The sound of thunder had prodded Kat into my hospital bed beside me where I wrapped my arm around her and we laid there in silence. As the rain began to pour down our window she began to practice her little bubble fields again, giggling as each popped between we fingers.
"I've been practicing" She had said.
"I can tell" I told her with a smile.
"Have you?"
"No...I'm too tired"
"I understand" she sighed before snuggling up against me for warmth. The rooms were always so cold for her. I lifted my hand to try once more to practice, but that was when the power flickered and thunder crashed outside our window. Kat gripped my hospital gown, crushing her body close to mine. I remember her wide-eyed gaze as if pleading to keep her safe from the dark. I held onto her, knowing the storm would pass.'

Did it?'
'Yes...but not before striking the hospital, our room. I felt the surge of electricity through my body, prickling every nerve, blinding me. My skin grew numb and my vision grew dark. That's when it happened. I released some form of energy from my body, decimating the 7th floor we were on. When I had woken up, before the smoke had cleared, I could feel the breeze from outside. It smelled of rain and cement dust....the hole that the explosion had left was huge. I could see to the side of me, empty hospital beds dangling from the rooms beside me and above. I frantically looked around for my sister, hoping for her to still be there. Remarkably she was there, unscathed but maybe a little dirty. But unscathed.

Subject needs rest, we will continue in two weeks time.

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Location: DSR Satellite Labs. Houston, Texas
Date: May 27, 2009
Subject Number: Pending…
Notification Catalog: Sedative and Sodium Thiopental Introduced to Subject systems in 2 hour intervals. 'Truth Serum'

In 2003, After the explosion you and your family moved again and lived in Georgia for a year correct? What happened then.
'Me and Kat were enrolled in school, a Middle school close to home. I went into complete remission and I felt better than ever. I had to study a bit harder then the other children to catch up but it didn't take me as long as I thought it would. Kat and my mother helped me along the way, and I got pretty good grades the year we were there. I think we all thought it was going to last, to be honest. Me and kat even found ourself a nice clearing behind our house to practice our abilities. Things changed for me though. I was nearing the end of my eighth grade year, a young girl by the name of Sandra Dean, had begun to pick on me. She chose every topic she could think of to pick on me. Most ridicules involved my short hair. I had been growing it out after chemo but she proceeded to giggle behind my back, and have her friends poke and bother me. Most days I ignored it...trying to be the 'bigger' person. It was a Friday, in the courtyard that she called over to me, her friends at her back just waiting to publicly humiliate me. I tried to avoid them but they surrounded me, everyone watching with curious eyes. Not a soul looking to help me. Kat pushed through the crowd, I remember her hand on my balled up fist. They laughed at me, called me names, accused me of being a little boy because my hair was so short. I just stood there, shaking, eyes watering. I had had enough...'

And then what happened?
'The authorities concluded it was a pipe that bursted below the school courtyard, the fumes were flammable or something like that...With all the commotion most people looked past that fact that me and Katla survived the explosion. Obviously we weren't completely unscathed, dirtied with a couple small cuts but no one really took much notice to it. I say 'not really' because obviously you guys happened to have found out. After that our parents kept us secluded from the world, talking to us about our powers. They weren't fooled by the 'pipe story' and knew we had something to do with it. In the end we spilled the beans and showed our parents our powers. Turns out my father already knew of Kat's powers, I guess she had practiced around him while at my stay at the hospital, but my mother was surprised, although taking it very well. That was when my father shared about his abilities, how he wasn't completely human. My mother simply nodded, knowing about his powers as well. Turns out her mother, our grandmother, had powers as well but it skipped my mother. Needless to say after that we seemed to grow closer as a family, if that was even possible. a month or so after the explosion we began to get harassed by Conspiracy Nuts, so we packed up and moved once more--'

You moved to Durango, Colorado as your file here reads. You had gone through some rebellious stage as it says here. You took a liking to a young high school drop out by the name of Derek Anders who gave you that tattoo on your shoulder. What happened to him?
'.........I don't want to talk about it.'

The faster you get through this the faster you can reunite with Katla
'Screw you......'

Subject has passed out, perhaps from over exposure to drug and stress to her cognitive functions. She will be moved to Unit 2B and questioned on a later date.

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Location: DSR Satellite Labs. Houston, Texas
Date: June 16, 2009
Subject Number: Pending…
Notification Catalog: Sedative and Sodium Thiopental Introduced to Subject systems in 3 hour intervals. 'Truth Serum'

Hopefully this will be our last session, psychological make up is almost complete. Now, Amalia, why did your family move from Colorado. Life seemed good there, can you remember why?
'Everything was going fine...my father was doing well at his job and my mother enjoyed hers at the local school. Me and kat kept ourselves educated using online classes. Everything was fine...'

And then...?
'You guys happened...you chased us out of Colorado. In an attempt to escape the nosy gaze of the DSR we packed up and left without notice. We were ambushed outside Texas heading on a desolate highway road. Your damn agents attacked our truck, killed our parents, and took us away from them....'

Subject seems to be beating the effects of the serum, injecting more sedative to her systems as well as raising the temperature to the room. Amalia, can you hear me? Do you understand my words
'...yes....'

Answer one more question for me. How does it make you feel having been the cause to your families decimation, your parents' death, and your sister's abduction?
'....Know this. Just because you think you know what makes me tick, don't be fooled into a false sense of security. The second I get the chance and your facility blows up in flames, I'll make sure to pay you a personal visit, wrap my hands around your neck and exert so much radiation around your body you'll be too in pain to talk. You'll die slowly and in excruciating pain...'

End Session//

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Location: DSR Main Labs
Date: November 22, 2010
Subject Number: Pending…
Notification Catalog: Subject was transfered to main lab after Houston Satellite Lab Building 2 was destroyed in 2009 during riots. Subject has been here a year and has attempted to make an escape with another test subject, Katla Gyllen. We are conducting a quick psych work-up before submitting them to more field treatment.

Amalia is it? Since you've been here we have yet to just sit down and talk-
'Thats because all you bastards have been doing is poking and prodding us like we're some lab projects! Do you honestly believe trapping me in hot boxes and shooting me countless times in the chest is really going to answer these questions you have about Supers? You're the real monsters not us! Let us out of her!'

Subject has become enraged and is unresponsive to questioning. She will be sedated and placed in solitary confinement for the murder of 5 staff members following her attempt at escape. We will figure out some way to deal with her on a later date. Ending session.

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December 11th, 2011

Hey Journal...thing,
Kat said it would be a good idea to keep tabs on events in my life, for memories sake at least. After 3 long years of being drugged and tested on we were finally released from the DSR Labs, only to be thrown into this hell hole. The world had changed a lot the past three years and I guess the only good thing to have come from being drugged up was not having to deal with that shitty anti-superhuman war. But now we have to live with the compromise. A jacked up city with little to no electricity. Theres actually some regular folk here but only a few. The remainder of the people here are supers...Me and kat are trying to make the best of it. No one has tried to mess with us...yet, lets hope it stays that way.

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March 5th, 2012

Hey,
It's been a while since I last wrote. To be honest I had left you back at some old abandoned coffee shop we had slept at. Kat suggested I go back and find you. Sooooo I did. Anyway we've had a few squabbles here and there. It's not exactly safe for two young girls to walk the streets but hey, ya gotta do what ya gotta do. About a month ago we had heard about two factions in the Reserve, and lucky for us we had met up with the leader to the group, 13. Cool guy, I guess, but nothing much to say aside from that. Project Nullify had gone into effect, we had just gotten settled With the Revolution Alliance when all hell broke loose.
I kept at Kat's side at all time, she was always within viewing distance....
We survived, but I can't say that for everyone.

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September 25th, 2013

This is probably gonna be my last time writing in you, maybe. Christmas brought good times, but otherwise all I've been doing is pulling my own weight I guess....Waiting to get out of here.

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Jack pursed her lips and nodded slowly before pulling a scrunchy from her pocket and pulling her long blond hair into a ponytail. Flopping her paws to her side she merely looked around at the cars and dirtied corners of the old makeshift mechanic shop. "Thats a good question….We're running low on a lot of things lately" she breathed as her duo colored eyes continued to glance around the darkening shop before landing back on Marley. "I don't think we have what you need unfortunately" she chirped again resting her paws on her hips. "Its about Halting time, I'm sure the boat can wait. How about you and me go get some grub" Jackie's smirk seemed a bit crazed but she played it off happily. The white she-cat laced her arm through Marley's before yanking her softly toward the mechanic shop door. One thing about Jack, she has no respect for others personal space, not in the slightest. They were all practically family now, a very large extended family so why not be allowed to get chummy with the cats you were probably gonna die with. Her eyes glinted with curious joy as she led the golden she-cat out the shop completely. The sun had just about rested behind The Woods, its glinting rays briefly falling upon their pelts as it seemingly shifted in goodbye till the morrow. Jack unlatched their arms to pull down the garage door, bring it down slowly before letting it slam to the ground. She grimaced for a moment, the all too familiar sound brought back some rather painful and stifled memories. Escape from the gang. Infected everywhere. The loss of her mother's forearm. She cleared her throat before straightening up and wiping the grime of her paws. "Shall we?" she coaxed Marley with a smile, obviously wanting to interact with the she-cat further.

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