[Ikin]

Welcome to 2030. The seemingly perfect future. Third world countries are practically non-existent, there hasn't been been a major war since the Great Middle Eastern Conflict of 2010-15, and, best of all, metahumans and humans live in peaceful coexistence. Unfortunately, this peace is more fragile than it seems, for there are some people who want to shatter this equilibrium...
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Character profiles:
Name:
Age:
Ability:
Civilian or government?
Career if civilian:
Position if government:
What has happened to them since then and now?
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Name: Luke Thomas Walden
Age: 38
Ability: Enhanced Senses and Reflexes
Location: Washington, D.C.
Civilian or government? Government
Position: Head of the CIA!
What has happened between then and now? After regaining a normal life in Dayton, Ohio, Luke entered college with a major in intelligence. Shortly afterward, he entered the CIA as a low-ranking field agent. As the years went by, he worked up the ranks, eventually becoming second-in-command and being appointed director of the CIA by the current president, John Harris.

Name: Allan James Franklin
Age: 54
Ability: Enhanced speed
Location: New York City
Civilian or government? Civilian
Career: Big-time record producer
What has happened between then and now? At age 32, Allan retired from wandering the country and settled down in New York City. With the money in his trust fund set up for him by his parents, he founded a record company. It quickly grew as multiple other record companies collapsed from lack of CD sales. He has a wife, Ashley, and two kids, Chris, 16, and Sara, 12. He also occasionally still performs.
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Allan Franklin adjusted his glasses as he walked down the busy halls of Troubadour Records. Several employees caught up with him, shooting questions at him.
"Mr. Franklin, The Rolling Stones want to know if you're still producing the CD for their farewell tour."
"Mr. Franklin, the drummer for MPS wants a pay raise and we can't find the guitarist!"
"Mr. Franklin, the staff lounge is on fire."
Allan deftly answered all the questions and gestured the staff away as he continued to walk down the hall.
He made a final turn and opened a door. Every square inch of the room was covered in wires, buttons, screens, microphones. On one end of the room, there was glass, looking out onto an empty sound booth.
Allan walked up to the man in the chair. "How's it going, Rob? Whatcha got for me?"
"Hi, Mr. Franklin."
"Please, Rob, you're my friend, call me Allan.
"-Allan. We're almost ready to go online." Rob quickly typed on a keyboard. A red light started flashing. "Care to do the honors, sir?"
"With pleasure." Allan swiftly pressed down on the button. Within seconds, the music was available to all 6.9 billion people on the planet.
Allan walked out of the studio and headed for the lounge. His most recent production had sold 6 million copies in a week, and was still going strong, and this album was expected to be bought by more than twice that.
Oh yeah. Life was good.

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Name: Hayley Braxton
Age: Since its AU, she's 17 here.
Ability: Electricity Absoption
Civilian or government? Civilian
Career if civilian: Student
Position if government: N/A
What has happened to them since then and now? Her bio is the same as present day Hayley.

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Hayley barely spent any time at home these days. Her grandmother was old and senile and did not care where she spent her time. Hayley hung out mainly in the city, alone. She wandered all around and enjoyed going to bookstores and odd places like that when she was really bored.

On this particular night, she was in the darker side of town. She strolled down a sidewalk near a large building on the "less rich" side of town, running her hand along an electric fence, raising sparks wherever her hand touched. It was pretty cool being able to show off her abilities. Unpowered men in the area knew not to mess with her, as she worked as a human taser. She stopped and took a deep breath, absorbing the electricity. She let the air flutter from her lips and continued down the street. A guy sitting on the wall watched her. She raised her hand and released a small amount of voltage into his leg, which hung over the edge. She enjoyed doing this kind of thing to them. Except tonight, this particular one hopped off the wall. She turned and saw it just in time to start running.

"Get back here, b!tch!" He shouted, taking off after her.

[Mad4Milo]

Mitch McConnelly

*My name is Mitch McConnelly, I'm now 27 years old. Life sure has not flown by for me, dont ever believe people when they give you that line. Then again 'time flies when your having fun' right? I guess I never had fun.

*I have the ability to fly, I try to forget it though. Why use a power you will only be ridiculed for? People say we're all the same now...but I can see the veiled suspicion in their eyes. That's why I have not used my power in three years.

*I'm joe average pretty much. I keep to myself and got a job as a bartender down at Archie's Tavern. It's good pay, and you don't have to be too nice to a bunch of drunks.

*My parents died when I was five. After that I went to live with my Aunt. When she found out I could fly, she was afraid....therefore I was shipped to the local adoption agency. I jumped from agency to agency, foster home to foster home until I was eighteen....Then I was finally free of the system. Now I keep to myself, living out my existence on this earth.

-Present-

Mitch awoke with a start, leaning forward slightly in his bed. His forehead was damp with a thin layer of sweat. Night terrors were always frequent. Every time he shut his eyes, the night of his parents death flashed before him. Their petrified screams peirced his ears, and Jack Raiden's face loomed before him like an ever present monster.

Today it was time to wake up anyways, usualy he just went back to sleep. Accepting the terrors of dreams, and the dull gloom of reality was normal to Mitch. He pulled himself out of bed, he had to be at the bar in three hours for the night shift. With a bit of extra time he picked up the dumb bells at his bed side, using a half an hour to work out. He then proceeded to the shower.

An hour later Mitch stood before the mirror, geling his hair up into an array of spikes. It had faded from a vibrant blonde to a dirty blonde with time. Fading like his memory of the reason why gelling his hair seemed so utterly important. He ate a quick dinner, then threw some kibble into a bowl. Whistling a few times the heavy sound of footsteps came around the corner. A large, fawn Great Dane bounded through the apartment. Lowering its gigantic head it dug into its own dinner. Mitchell opened the door to leave for work, yelling back to his dog.
"See ya later Moby"

A haf hour later Mitch was behind the counter at Archie's Tavern, serving drinks.

[The_Heroic_Loser]

Name: Jackson Harper
Age: 52
Location (I thought this should be specified because I'm sure not everyone is going to be in the same place): Los Angeles
Ability: None
Civilian or government?: government
Position in government: FBI senior agent
What has happened to them since then and now? Following his crazy chase of Sara Fields and his learning of the existence of superhumans, Jackson enlisted in the FBI. After undergoing rigorous training, he was accepted and now, over 20 years later, he is a senior agent.

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Jackson was at his desk inside the FBI's Los Angeles branch building. The door to the office was closed because he wanted his privacy. He had a lot of paperwork to sift through and not a lot of time to do it. Even though the world was prospering more than ever before, there were still problems. Crime was still rampant, as it always had been, and as an FBI agent, Jackson needed to deal with it head-on. The paperwork on his desk was a stack of case files. He needed to determine which case his team would take next. The deciding process was always difficult for Jackson, because each case presented unique challenges, especially the ones that involved superhumans. Those were always a b*tch to take on, because the metas were crafty and resourceful, moreso than most of their normal counterparts. "Speak of the devil...." Jackson whispered to himself as he came across a case file of a superhuman serial killer. The name of the killer was unknown, which was typical of a murderer. "Hmm......oh hell, why not?" he said to himself as he got up from his desk and walked outside his office.

His team assembled in front of him, obviously out of habit. That was always how it went down when a new case was decided on by Jackson. "Everybody, we got our case. Serial killer up in San Francisco. Superhuman."

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Hayley's chase led her over a fence, across a street, through two yards, around several parked cars and finally to the other part of town, the nicer part. She was younger and had much more energy then the man chasing her. He would get bored soon enough, and figure teaching a teenager a lesson was not worth his time. She turned and looked behind her, smirking in his direction.
"Do you really have nothing better to do then seek petty revenge?!" She called back. He slowed and stuck up his middle finger before turning down a side street. She found herself stopping outside a small bar, "Archie's Tavern". Now sweaty and out of breath, she stepped inside into the air conditioner, knowing full well she was too young to be in there.

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A drink spilt, no an unusual occurence. Grabbing a rag from behind the counter he wiped down th damp surface. Mitch poured another shot of whisky for the man. Looking down at his white button down shirt he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. No need to get one of his few work shirts filthy. His cool blue eyes looked up as the doorbells rang and a young girl waltzed in, out of breath. He kept an eye on her, but remained silent. Mitch wouldn't say anything unless she gave him trouble, so he continued pouring drinks. He even took the time to to flirt with a few women to get extra tips out of them.

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Hayley walked over to the counter, remaining in her casual, sarcastic state. She hopped onto the stool and smirked a bit, opting that messing with more than one adult for the day suited her just fine. She waited until Mitch came closer, studying him for a few moments and deciding that he was cute.
"Hey bartender! I'll take a whiskey down here." She called, smirking.

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Mitch returned the smirk, resting his forearms on the counter looking straight into her eyes. So far his intense gaze was enough to flatter any woman, he assumed it would work on a teenage girl as well. She seemed to have a spark of life in her he lost years ago.
"I think your a few years off...don't ya think?"
Mitch stepped back, reaching under the counter and grabbing a glass. He filled it with soda, sliding it in front of her.
"Here ya go"

[Ikin]

Luke Walden stood in his top-level office, absentmindedly staring out the window. He could see the dome of the Capitol Building and a politician's speech on the Mall.
"Mr. Walden, the new case file is here," Mrs. Jones, the secretary, said, walking in. "Hope I'm not interrupting something.
Luke turned around and took the file. "Of course not." Luke now stood just under six feet tall. His facial features were angled and chiseled. Flecks of gray interrupted his brown hair. A thin scar stretched from his jaw to his left ear.
As the secretary left, Luke flipped through the e-file. Displayed on the screen was a briefing from the president. It then showed pictures of the crime, the suspects, then displayed all the information known about them, from their recent activity to their best's friends name in second grade.
Luke sighed and put down the e-file. Despite being the director of the CIA, crime continued to depress him, and it disturbed him how the government could access an individual's information with the touch of a button.
Luke reached for a drawer in his handsome oak desk and took a small pill bottle. He quickly scanned them in front of his ink computer and opened the bottle, swallowing two pills.

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Originally Posted by Mad4Milo

Mitch returned the smirk, resting his forearms on the counter looking straight into her eyes. So far his intense gaze was enough to flatter any woman, he assumed it would work on a teenage girl as well. She seemed to have a spark of life in her he lost years ago.
"I think your a few years off...don't ya think?"
Mitch stepped back, reaching under the counter and grabbing a glass. He filled it with soda, sliding it in front of her.
"Here ya go"

"Do I really look that young?" Hayley asked, in a mock-affronted voice. The expression on her face softened to another smirk after mere seconds of staring at him. When he slid the glass of soda in front of her, she made a face at him, but nonetheless sipped at the drink.
"What would you say if I told you I was 21?"