Ten.

Name: Helen Cunningham

Age: 18

Gender: female

The ? one: quiet

Power: technopathy

Appearance: Wavy reddish-brown hair that goes down to her midback, lightish grey eyes, fair complexion, 5'5", medium build, heart-shaped face. Usually wears jeans and t-shirts.

Personality (to go a bit more in-depth): Mellow for the most part, does not easily get upset or frightened. She does have a fear of public speaking though. Enjoys learning about the different sciences, especially as they relate to robotics. Can come off as aloof though she doesn't try to. Every now and then she'll surprise people with her dry sense of humor. Sometimes has trouble relating to others. Highly intelligent.

History: She grew up as a middle child in a rather rich family from whom she kept her powers a secret. Now she plans on attending MIT and pursuing a career in robotics.

Other: Up for love.

I'll call the one who's easily depressed with the power of weather manipulation, if that's okay. I'm new to this sort of thing, so go easy on me!

Name: Jemima "Jem" Thorne.

Age: 15

Gender: Female

The ? one: The one who is easily depressed.

Power: Weather manipulation. Despite the word 'manipulation', she currently has no control over her power, and the weather shifts with her mood.

Appearance: She has thick, unruly dark curls which she keeps in place with several clips and hairbands. She wears a lot of jewellery - mostly big, colourful bracelets - and very little make-up. She's quite short, and hates it, because she's convinced people are looking down on her. She has ten different pairs of converses, which she alternates, and wears them with skinny jeans and tight tops.

Personality: Jem has serious mood swings. She can be happy or sad, angry or calm, and move between them all in the space of a few minutes. She's brutally honest and says exactly what she thinks, and doesn't understand those who don't. She quickly discovered that her honesty - or tactlessness, whatever you want to call it - wasn't shared by everyone, and as a result analyses everything her friends say, looking for double meanings or anything that could have been casually implied in conversation. She thinks people snub her behind her back, and if she decides that someone doesn't like her, she'll eternally dislike them.
Jem has an offbeat sense of humour and laughs at all the wrong things. Due to her mood swings, and partly to her unpredictable powers, she struggles to get close to anyone, and trust them enough to take what they say at face value. She hides behind a false cheerfulness most of the time, because despite all her oddities, she desperately wants to be liked.

History: When Jem was twelve, she began to display 'erratic behaviour'. On the bad days, she'd run into the middle of a nearby field and watch the lightning strike around her, listening to the thunder and shouting without words. She'd come back home, rain streaked down her face, and her parents would tut about the sudden storm. Then she'd shut herself in her room, and that would be all they'd see of her until the next morning. Jem doesn't acknowledge her power and neither do her parents, and as a result they talk very little, and Jem thinks they're scared of her. School isn't much of an escape, since she's the odd one out there too.

Other: Jem's up for love, and she might develop a crush on someone, but Jem being Jem it will probably be unrequitted. As the youngest so far, Jem will probably end up with the position of baby of the group, which she'll hate.

Wow, sorry it's so long. I got very carried away.

Name: Maya Sampson
Age: Only just turned 17 a week ago.
Gender: female
The ? one: The tough one
Power: Disintegration (ability to destroy any material)
Appearance: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/angel_xtc/kristen_stewart.jpg (Never mind that it's Kirsten Stewart - she's got the hair and the eyes.) Tall and slim. Long, dark, thick hair. Grey eyes. Clear complexion. A small, white scar on her chin. A direct gaze.
Personality: Her parents said Maya should have been a boy. |: She's tough (obviously) and not one for crying in a corner - she'd rather hit back, which has gotten her into trouble before. She's very loyal, and often gets into arguments with people who sneer at either her or her friends. She's been in a few fights before. She won't talk about emotions, but will express her irritation. She has an opinion and a mouth to speak it. She's the type to get things done. The flaws of being tough is that she's not at all sympathetic, and not one to go to for a shoulder to cry on. She can be abrupt and a little rude, but knows where to draw the line. She's not afraid to tell you what she thinks.
History: When she was three, she was chasing her brother and ran into the door, cutting her chin. She has a tiny scar on her chin from that incident. Her parents found her beating up the door, blood everywhere, not one tear. The door still bears dents from back then.
She's only just starting to discover her power, but at the moment it's quite weak. Let's just say she gets through quite a few pens at school.
Other: Up for love.

Okay! We have...

Matt Cauthon ~ The one quick to anger ~ Energy sourcing ~ ridersofdamar
Claire Jhonson ~ The happy one ~ Power negation ~ pudin.junidf
Julia ~ The one best at lying ~ shape-shifter ~ Forever Threnody
Farrow Wood ~ The eccentric one ~ Animation ~ ZaddieCaso
Zacharie Ackart ~ The one into practical jokes ~ Telekinesis ~ Maybe
Helen Cunningham ~ The quiet one ~ technopathy ~ Buggy
Jemima Thorne ~ The one who is easily depressed ~ weather manipulation ~ Jetpack
Maya Sampson ~ The tough one ~ Disintegration ~ EmmaJane
Donald Dawson ~ The secretive one ~ invisibility ~ Kitty15

one and a half spots left, I believe...

((Maybe you should put that in the title? Might help. ))

Good thinking.

Okay I'll take the secretive one with invisibility, bio will be edited in soon. Watch this spot XD

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So the male to female ratio is a little off I guess that decides my genre for me and without further ado:

Name: Donald (Don) Dawson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Secretive
Power: Invisibility

Appearance: Don is about average height, perhaps a little on the short side and he has black, curly hair. His skin is caucasian though he sometimes picks up a mild tan, his eyes are brown with a dark green ring about them and he has a slightly muscular build. Don doesn't shave too often and will usually have a medium growth of dark stubble.

Personality: Don has a slightly twisted sense of humour and is always willing to talk which gives the impression that he's sociable and open but when those conversations are considered people realise that he never speaks about himself. When the subject of Don comes up the subject is smoothly changed or he finds a reason to exit. Sometimes he'll just clam up and walk away if that's what he's got to do to keep his secrets. Don's a very private man and with good reason though I'm not about to tell you what am I? XD I will tell you one of his secrets though: he doesn't like the girls. That isn't to say that Don likes boys, he honestly doesn't know but he hasn't ever felt any attraction to a female so he's rather worried and insecure in that area.

History: Oh, looks like I might have to tell you a little I guess. Don's father was a gambler, a cheat and a murderer. He was put away behind bars when Don was eight years old and has yet to be released. Naturally Don doesn't want to tell anyone who his dad is so that was the first secret he got used to keeping. The second was that at a young age he'd had a twin but there'd been a fire at his house and the other boy perished. Don found this out while his mother was drunk and angry one night. Don had come back to find her in a state because a news program had been run on his father and she'd drunk herself into anger and he got blunt and snappy with her so she lashed out at him and said she wished he'd been the one to die.

Other: I've no idea where love might take him but anything's possible.

Thanks Kitty! ^^

Okay, we'll start tomorrow. There is one spot left, leaving:
The Loud One
Regeneration

Anyone want it? (people who already have characters - I'm allowing this to be a second character)

We are starting tomorrow, even if I have to change the name to nine or something.

Let's start ... now! **Would anyone want me to create a DT for this? Shout if you do**

Maya ~ Tough one ~ Disintegration

Great. There goes another pen. She stared the small pile of ashes on her desk with annoyance. Then quickly blew them away. Like star dust, she thought. Only it was pen dust.

The teacher was still rattling on about the ignorance of youth today and how back eighteen hundreds everything was different.

Yeah, they didn't have to worry about turning their pens into ash.

"Psst! Claire! Can I borrow a pen?"

Claire took one glance at Maya's penless state and the remaining ashes on her desk and shook her head.

"What! C'mon, Claire!"

"Sorry, it's my only spare left!" She shrugged apologetically with a half-smile.

Maya frowned and then turned her attention on Jazz. "Jazz, my lovely, totally brilliant, true friend," she smiled, "may I borrow a pen?"

"Sure." He handed one over, but Maya hesitated before taking it, unsure if it would squirt water at her face when she used it.

She never knew. As she lowered it to the paper the bell went, signalling the end of class.

Don ~ Secretive ~ Invisibility

It didn't matter that Don had made it to class on time because it was obvious he was still going to get in trouble for being late. That was what happened when you had a stupid power you couldn't control. He was sitting in his seat but since he was going to be in trouble anyway he thought he might as well have some fun with it. He made his way up to the front where his History teacher was writing on the board and he erased a letter with the cuff of his sleeve so that shifting read shiting which would have been an easy mistake for the absent minded old bat to make.

Silently Don slipped back to his seat as the class broke out into merriment. He grinned as his friend Farrow blinked as if his thoughts had just got interrupted by all the laughter. He looked toward the front at the flustered teacher and then directly across at the empty seat Don was occupating. Donald waved an invisible hand at him and then noticed that for just a moment his hand was the only part of him visible but then the rest shimmered into view. Fortunately the other inhabitants of the back row were all looking forward. That was a relief. It was why Don had made a reputation as someone whose seat you didn't steal and it addition to that he'd claimed a back one in all his classes. Keeping this power a secret was getting harder and harder though, you could only tell someone their eyes were playing tricks on them so many times.

"Good of you to join us Mr Dawson." The teacher was clawing back her cool and saw this as the perfect distraction. She'd quickly added the f in (had she really not written it to start with, there's certainly been enough space for it, was she going crazy?) and was now wondering once more how in blazes Donald Dawson had snuck into her classroom and taken his seat without her noticing it!

"Well I realised I had a spare moment in my time-table and thought I'd like nothing better than to fill it up with history," Donald drawled. He wasn't really like that at all but what other reputation could he go with when he was seemingly late to half his lessons and always threatening people not to take his seat? It was a pain really.

"Detention," the teacher said simple. Damn it just what he needed.

"I'll see if I can show up," Don muttered quietly.

Can I still join?

You most certainly can. ^^ ...but we only have one space left, so there's not much choice. |: That would be... the loud one and regeneration.

((I think so, there's a spot open for a loud regenerator.))

Helen Cunningham

Helen glanced back over her shoulder at Don Dawson, slightly curious. Odd things seemed to happen around the boy, to be sure. But then, odd things happened around her as well. Best not to go poking into someone else's business... though it would be nice to find out more about Dawson, if it were possible.

The lights in the classroom began to flicker. Helen was momentarily distracted as she focused, trying to keep her powers under control. With an extraordinary effort of will, she was able to make the lights go back to normal. That was a bit too close, she thought, glancing at her fellow students. It didn't seem that anyone had noticed the narrowly-avoided catastrophe, not that anyone would have been able to link it back to her if something had happened.

((Yay, starting. But maybe we should have a DT, just so we keep a clear plot going? At the moment, we don't really know where to go. When and where are we all going to meet?))

Jem. Easily depressed. Weather manipulation.

Jem let her legs swing back and forth and shuffled around on the wall, trying to get comfortable. It was almost impossible; she was soaked through and shivering as the rain stung her face. It was heavy rain, the kind that slapped her and beat her - but just water, she thought. Like the water that comes out of a tap. I could turn it off.

When she thought about it, though, Jem realised she didn't want to. Even if I could, she added quickly, denying the part of her that told her there was no 'even if' involved. Regardless, Jem liked the rain, because it gave her a reason to feel sorry for herself. At least she could wallow in unwarranted self-pity in peace out here, with the elements. They were on her side.

The lights flickered in a nearby classroom, catching her eye. She could make out a few students, and to her relief, most were looking down at their desks and not out the window. Was that the class she'd skipped, hard at work without her? Not hard at work, perhaps - even the lights weren't working all that hard, it seemed. For a second, Jem wondered if the lights were signalling her, telling her to come back in, because they noticed her, they missed her...

"Idiot!" she muttered. You're such an idiot sometimes. Quit being so selfish. You don't have some deathly disease and you aren't living in a war-torn country. The children in Africa...

... well, whatever, Jem finished, jumping off the wall and landing in a puddle that had formed at her feet. She cursed and started to run for the school building. Double Algebra'd piss any children off, African or not.

okay, I'll edit in my profile in a bit