Lieu: La clinique
Interagir avec: Marie et Victoria King

King s'est réveillé au son des murmures apaisants et de l'émotion de l'inquiétude. Dim lumière a brûlé ses yeux, en envoyant des vagues de nausées et de brèves pressions à travers son corps, mais il s'est évanoui en inclinant lentement sa tête vers la source des émotions extérieures. À côté de lui assis deux figures, deux visages familiers qui étaient flous au début, mais rapidement formé des membres de la famille qu'il ne s'attendait pas vraiment à voir. Les lèvres craquées se séparaient, aspirant dans un souffle enroulé alors qu'il tentait de dire quelque chose en saluant, mais il fut rapidement coupé par Marie haut et brusquement saisi de son épaule.
Elle pleurait, les sourcils sillonnaient et les yeux mouillés de larmes. Le roi gémit à sa forte adhérence, mais força un sourire et leva la main pour lui tapoter la tête doucement. Marie reniflait à haute voix, frottant ses yeux mouillés à l'arrière de sa main, mais avant de pouvoir le toucher à nouveau un bras doux enveloppé autour de ses épaules et la ramenait dans son siège. Victoria King chuchotait quelque chose tranquillement dans l'oreille de Marie une fois qu'elle s'était réinstallée, puis elle a tourné son regard froid sur le visage de son fils. Roi raidi (ou, au moins essayé) et rencontré son regard avec des yeux à demi-lits et un léger froncement. Elle était assise avec la tête haute et l'épaule dos, et les couleurs autour d'elle étaient aussi faibles que son père, mais il pouvait voir le vert pâle de l'inquiétude et la panique passée s'installer autour de son cadre comme de la fumée lourde.
"Maman"
Victoria a dit raideur, les lèvres se purifient, j'ai dit de ne pas sortir, maintenant regarde-toi. Vous êtes idiots.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Les bras lacés sous son cou, tenant doucement, comme s'ils étaient à peine là, et l'épais parfum de cher parfum et maquillage rempli son esprit, le rendant encore plus vertigineux qu'avant. Un câlin, elle l'embrassait. Le tenir comme une vraie mère le ferait. Le scepticisme a traversé son esprit, une brève pensée qui lui a fait questionner les motifs de sa mère, mais il s'estompa dans une autre vague de maladie et il a résisté à l'envie de vomir partout sur sa mère.
Finalement, elle s'est retirée, regardant brièvement vers le bas à la reniflant silencieusement Marie avant de se tourner vers la sortie. Bien sûr qu'elle partait, elle avait des choses à faire, des gens à voir, des questions à répondre. King sentit un peu de culpabilité pour l'avoir inquiétée, et ses yeux se fermèrent alors qu'il lâchait un léger soupir. Marie se tenait lentement, regardant Victoria partir avec les yeux méfiants. Puis elle se retourna pour regarder son frère, s'attardant au chevet du roi avec une posture raide, et elle murmura rapidement, en questionnant;
Qui t'a fait ça?
Les sourcils du roi sillonnaient brièvement, et toute tentative de regarder en arrière la nuit précédente était chassée par un mal de tête sans fin. Des éclairs sont apparus, de brèves images éclairées par la tempête ou les émotions dont il s'est souvenu. Un homme, un homme fort, avec le jaune et le rouge qui l'entoure, et puis l'obscurité. Le roi trembla, puis s'inclina la tête vers Marie et dit d'une voix cruelle:
Marie avait l'air prise à l'arrière par sa réponse, et puis elle tournait sur ses talons, les épaules tremblant légèrement sous la demi-lumière des lampes de la clinique. King s'inclina la tête à la soudaine variété dans l'état émotionnel de Marie, et avant qu'il ne puisse dire n'importe quoi qu'elle laisse sortir un doux,
Avant de disparaître de la porte après leur mère. King les a regardés aller avec des yeux agités, et puis il a laissé sa tête s'installer dans l'oreiller. La douleur a réverbéré dans son esprit, remplissant ses oreilles de bruit blanc et ses yeux d'obscurité. Vraiment, il voulait rester éveillé, se lever et s'étirer et voir qui d'autre était vivant et bien et faire la même chose que lui, mais honnêtement son corps se sentait lourd d'épuisement, et la blessure sur sa tête, bien que maintenant serrée et traitée, encore éprouvée avec la même douleur de la nuit dernière. Il ne pouvait pas penser, ne pouvait pas sentir, et des vagues de somnolence le renvoyèrent dans un état épouvantable jusqu'à ce qu'il respirât enfin doucement, en spirale vers le bas dans un sommeil sans rêve.
“I AM HERE.”
-ScoutThe Basics
|Name|
Silvia Presley. She has vowed to kill anyone who dares to call her Silvia, sadly.
|Nickname|
Scout, a name coined by an old friend group which simply grew on her.
|Birth Date|
03/21/98
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Female
|Sexuality|
Pansexual
 The Mirror
|In Depth Appearance|
Though Scout is nothing more thean "scum" to most who live in Verona, it is hard to deny her almost otherworldly appearance. Wild blonde hair frames a pretty, if not a bit young-looking face, and gleaming blue eyes gaze defiantly into those who dare oppress her. Pale skin reveals countless freckles across her body, and rough callouses cover her hands and feet from constant fighting. She stands at around 5'3" in height, and weighs a bit over one hundred and twenty pounds. Her angular face is often dotted with scars or bruises, and she can most likely be found pouting when not out and about freely.
Scout's presence, much to her own dismay, is a lacking one, making her very hard to pick out in a crowd most of the time. She walks with a slight slouch, and typically glares at those she does not consider a friend, especially adults. She is overall a very peculiar-appearing girl, and most take caution when approaching her.
Scout's outfits usually depend on the season, but she is a very big fan of layers. She loves sweaters and jeans, and has an interest in knit clothing and hats. She has countless old, worn shoes and boots, and can often be found wearing an old, ratty sweatshirt in the warmer months.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Old scars dot her arms and legs from past fights with her family and the public of Verona. She has a variety of cigar burn-marks on her back, and quite a few old, self-inflicted lines on her thighs. Both of her ears are pierced on the lobes, and she has an old lip piercing that has finally begun to close up. No tattoos.
 to Know Me
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Freedom
✔ Winter time - especially when it snows
✔ Reading and writing, she's a human dictionary!
✔ Attention
✔ Crowds - The more people around the easiest it is to slip away
✔ Money
✔ Partying
✔ Graffiti art - both viewing and doing
✘ Drugs and drug users
✘ Bullies
✘ Authority in general
✘ Her parents
✘ Being tied down
✘ Being ignored
✘ Cats
✘ Detention centers
|Hobbies|
Writing || Petty Theft || Graffiti Art
|Habits|
Tapping foot when nervous || Playing with her hair || Picking at scabs
|Fears|
☠ Being completely forgotten or ignored.
☠ Being abandoned.
☠ Ending up like her parents.
☠ Cats, mostly due to a childhood accident.
 Deeper
|Personality|
♦ Rebellious ♦ Observant ♦ Selfish ♦ Loyal ♦
Scout is a girl who was once innocent, pure and good. A girl tainted by her family and general bad luck, who eventually bloomed into the rotten apple she is today. In public, she is loud and rebellious, doing stupid acts with friends in order to gain some kind of reaction from the people of Verona, but most of the time her pranks fall flat and she is left feeling ignored and stupid. She is a girl of many lawless skills, including pick-pocketing and shoplifting. Though she is rarely caught, most know of her devilish act and try their best to avoid her, but due to her overall lack of presence Scout is hard to detect until it is too late. Thanks to her father's exploits of her "income" Scout has developed a selfish streak, and has difficulty sharing even with close friends. She is extremely frugal in this sense as well, and rarely spends her money unless she really needs to.
Scout, in general, is a laid-back, calm girl. She takes life slowly, appreciating each moment she can, all while watching the busy people around her scurry around hopelessly. Scout often finds herself unable to relate to others, and as such she has trouble truly connecting with others and making friends. Those few friends she does have, though, are extremely cherished and held close. Scout loves people, maybe even to a fault, and tries her best to make and keep friends whenever she can (IF she can). To her loved ones she is loyal and protective, often throwing herself in the way of danger if it were to protect someone she cares about. Scout's overall cynicism and general outward appearance seem to end up chasing most friends away, however, and due to this she is currently trying to better herself.
On the streets Scout is smart, and always tries to stay one step ahead of those around her. She knows Verona like the back of her hand, and her observant nature grants her the power of knowing about almost everyone who crosses her path (it is a small town, after all). Though she tries her bets to appear grinning and cheerful at all times, Scout is truly hurt from her family life and craves attention like it was a past addiction. She realizes her habits are wrong, but her ideology is usually "it's too late to change now", and with that thought in mind she will continue to wander through her life like a bandit, stealing for food and fighting for sport.

|History|
Born in Seattle, Washington, the Presley family moved up to Verona when Scout was a mere toddler. By then the family was relatively happy, no pain had claimed their lives yet. Charles was a hard-working sales man, and Jen worked from home most of the time while caring for Scout. This kind of life remained for a good six years, and then everything took a turn for the worst. Charles, after the death of his mother, turned to booze and girls to cure his wounds, and Jennifer only found out about her husband's dishonesty a year later. By then the wounds were made, and Jen turned back to the drugs she had left behind years ago to curb her rage. Scout was left awash within the turmoil of her house, only seven at the time, and very soon the young girl turned towards the streets of Verona for peace and quiet.
Scout became some what of a street rat at about the age of ten, joining in with all the "bad kids" from school as a way to keep herself from coming home too soon. She made her first tag at about eleven, and began pick-pocketing a few months later due to some peer influence. Though the police caught her the first dozen times she stole, Scout started to train herself to outrun or fight those she considered a threat to her freedom. As the young girl grew within the small town of Verona, her reputation did as well, and she eventually became a known delinquent to the store owners and families of Verona.
At the age of sixteen Scout tries her best to cut all ties from her family without leaving the apartment, opting to bar off her room rather than simply move out. The two dead-beats didn't seem to notice or care, however, and very soon her thirst for attention and praise began to stir.
Yesterday's eclipse had left her with an awful migraine, and with no knowledge of her powers, she continues on with her every day life as if nothing were wrong.
|Family|
Scout's parents are general low-lives, and are well known around town for their unhealthy tendencies. The family of three live in an apartment above an old antique store which is owned by a close family friend. Scout herself has completely barred her parents from her room by pushing a dresser in front of the door, and she rarely enters the rest of her home due to her great disdain for the two. Her generally entry point is through the fire escape, and though she tries to act civil with her folks they simply ignore her, as if she didn't exist.
- Jennifer Hudger Presley (Mother, 46) is a relapsing drug-addict and workaholic who is barely home, as she spends most of her days either working in her dull office job in the center of town or shooting up with the local addicts in the park. Jen rarely looks her daughter in the eyes now a days, and has just opted to ignoring her as a way of coping with the fact that her daughter might end up like her.
- Charles Kyle Presley (Father, 52) is a dead-beat, abusive father who relies solely on his wife's income and his daughter's thefts. He is an alcoholic, lazy old man with a tendency for sleeping all day and night. He too has been ignoring Scout for a few years now, only speaking directly to her when in need of cash or something he is too lazy to receive.
- Ella Kims (Family Friend, 47) is the owner of the antique shop below the apartment and a close friend of Jen, though they have recently had a falling out due to the relapse. She treats Scout like her own daughter at times and seems to be the only one that Scout actually reaches out to in times of dire stress. Ella is a hard working and eccentric woman, with a harsh tongue and mischievous eyes. She is one of the only reasons why Scout is attending school. 
|Theme Song|
Golden - Fall Out Boy
”And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me ”
 Superpower
|Power|
Force-Field Generation and Manipulation
|Power Description|
The ability to project powerful fields of manipulated energy.
|Abilities|
After the odd eclipse, Scout gained the ability to form and manipulate force fields. With this power, she will be able to create shields to defend herself and her friends from any danger that comes there way. Though she is unskilled now, Scout will soon be able to move the shields around and strengthen them in both size and power. The fields themselves work as a solid type of matter on both sides, and appear as a pale, translucent blue sheen across the air. While Scout will usually spawn a mere wall across an open area, if she so happened to form a closed bubble or cube then those within will have a few moments of breathable air as the force fields are all airtight. They are mostly used to absorb and deflect attacks, but after training/getting used to her abilities Scout will also be able to use it offensively by forming fields around her fists and using them as an added weight to her punches. 
|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|
- Concentration is required. Even if a shield is spawned by mere stress, it will fade within a few moments if Scout does not focus all her energy into it.
- If Scout is distracted or under intense stress she may be unable to throw up a field, or she may even trap herself in one until she calms down.
- Due to her being a new field-maker, her shields are weak and can be broken with enough force. Five-six shots from a police pistol could knock down a medium sized.
- If she over uses her power she gets intense migraines and bodily pains.
- As a result of her using her powers, Scout's skin is unusually charged and most who touch her get a small shock.
- Shields are airtight when enclosed and those within have a limited amount of oxygen within the bubble.





“A champion is afraid of losing. Everyone else is afraid of winning.”
-Billie Jean King
The Basics
|Name|
Richard Shannon King
|Nickname|
Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.
|Birth Date|
07/23/97
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual



In The Mirror
|In Depth Appearance|
Handsome parents bear handsome children. King is attractive, and he is fully aware of this. Darling features, sweet and curling with mischief, set deep against his English-white skin, and wild blonde hair is usually swept up with impatient hands. He is lean and tall, the
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
King has a scar running up his left bicep, and his left ear is pierced. He rarely talks about his scar, and if pointed out he will quickly change topics or tell a blatant lie. His lower back and thighs are often covered in odd bruises and cuts, and if seen he simply says they were injuries from fights.♥ ♦ ♣ 


Getting to Know Me
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Nature
✔Music, especially rock, rap, and indie
✔Competition in all aspects
✔Partying
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art
✔Alcohol and smoking (without mummy's permission)
✔Animals, dogs especially
✘Crowds
✘Complete darkness
✘Losing
✘Showing intense emotions
✘Wishy-washy people
✘Thunder storms, especially when the power goes out
✘His parents
|Hobbies|
♞ Flirting. King is a master of making people fall for him, or, that's what he claims at least.
♞ Playing and writing music. He plays guitar, harp, and bass.
♞ Soccer. His parents signed him up years ago and he hasn't quit since.
♞ Flower stamping. It's his guilty pleasure.
|Habits|
♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Picking fights, even if he isn't trying to.
♞ Tapping his foot, especially when writing music.
|Fears|
☠Thunder storms. They're much too loud and powerful.
☠All things that are creepy crawlers, especially spiders.
☠His parents. They're strict and could tear him apart easily.



Delving Deeper
|Personality|
♦ Cunning ♦ Spiteful ♦ Aggressive ♦ Flirty ♦
King is as cliched as bullies come at first glance. Known to be an aggressive, beer-fueled and attention-seeking machine, he often struts around the streets of Verona with a face that just seems to scream "asshole". He is a shameless flirt, one who finds joy in seeing others squirm in pleasure, and due to this practice he has become a rather gifted communicator. Before receiving his gift, King considered himself to be bad at reading people. He never really got emotions, whether they were his own or someone else's, and due to this he often failed at taking others into consideration. King is honest to a fault and blunt as hell, especially when speaking to someone he loathes, though his rude (and often exaggerated) remarks are toned down in the presence of friends. He is needlessly spiteful, and can hold a grudge to the end of time if he so wishes. This trait was adopted by his pig-headed father, who is also the source of King's most deep rooted insecurities and fears.
Though King tries his best to appear strong and in control at all times, he is quite easily broken down by mentions of his home life or his hidden fears. King tries his best to bottle up him emotions, thinking that he'd be stronger if he showed nothing but a cocky smile and stormy eyes, but in the end he simply causes himself great mental strain. When in social situations, King tries his best to appear charismatic, though he often comes out sounding like a douche. The reason for this is because he strives to be seen and heard, even if he is viewed as a bad guy. He likes having eyes on him, and he'd do anything to not be forgotten. His home life has really shaped his personality in ways he may never change.
When it comes to smarts, King is surprisingly cunning in his own way. He has a sly way of thinking and often devises cruel or unusual plans in an effort to gain things he would want. Though he is considered a jock due to his love of soccer, King likes to think of himself more of a genuine planner and musician. He always takes a step back to think of a way around an issue, and he will never jump head first into a conflict unless he is truly angered. Though he often puts on a cool-guy act around acquaintances, King is much more lax and comfortable with his close friends. He cherishes those who look out for him above all else, and would gladly take a bullet for his dear friends if need be.Thanks to his new found abilities, he has been much more open about his feelings, though this has both good and bad consequences. While he has become much closer to those around him, he has also grown into a cynical, anxious person, one who often looks at a person's feelings before their true selves. Due to his original apathetic nature he is easily susceptible to other's emotions now, which causes a variety of mood swings if he is unable to block them out in time.
Other than that, King is a boozer and a shameless narcissist. He isn't afraid to compliment himself, and he often fixes his appearance in any reflective surface available. He has a soft spot for dogs and small children, and he is kind of an idiot when it comes to math and science.
|History|
Verona has always been King's home. His family had been very influential to the town's history despite hailing from across the sea, and even now his mother holds the position of mayor. Within this tiny town of course, is King's marble (well, brick) palace. The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Victoria and Henry King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, but not in a loving way. Richard was forced into about five different sports by the time he was ten, and at least twelve hobbies filled his room with things he could care less for.
Basically, Richard was spoiled to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. Even if he tried to talk back to them or say no, he would gifted with blatant abuse. Belts whipping across his back and arms, leaving him battered and bruised, but he merely thought of it as a just punishment. This, and of course his "need" to please his parents, was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right?

|Family|
The King family lives in one of the bigger estates in the nicer side of Verona. Four cars line the driveway most of the days, and a large Rottweiler can often be seen prowling across the premise or barking from one of the big windows. King spends most of his days in his room or wandering around the lower floors, preparing for a party or a big game.
- Victoria Marie King (Mother, 43) is a well-known figure head in the Verona community. Why is she so well-known? Well, she's the mayor! Despite her generous and kind public appearance, Victoria is a rather emotionally-abusive mother to her son, and she will often put him down for doing the slightest thing wrong. Though she has never physically hurt him like King's father had, Victoria's words are venomous enough to form deep wounds into Richard's psyche. However, she often holds Henry back when things are getting particularly bad, and she will at times act as motherly as she can if Richard looks horribly down. In the end, she thinks her words will help Richard get strong and will help him stop his teenage-delinquent actions. Seemingly, she doesn't seem to be aware of how hurtful her words can be, but looking passed this clueless, abusive nature can reveal a trying mother with a wish to see her son grow up strong.
- Henry Richard King (Father, 49) is the head of the King family and works as an at home translator and writer. He has written a few well-known novels, mostly romances and mystery books, and spends most of his days in his office or with his wife. While in public he seems charismatic and kind, behind the scenes he is a man with a no anger management and an intense vendetta against his son. He at times gets so angry that he turns to violence, which explains the occasional bruises seen on Richard's back and the scar of his arm.
- Marie Rose King (Sister, 14) is Richard's favorite family member. Marie is a doting girl who knows how to stay out of her parents' way and she seems to adore her older brother. Richard spoils her like a princess, and would protect her with his life, though at times the two can get into bad fights. She is a rather smart, sweet girl and knows exactly how to avoid her vicious parents, unlike Richard.
- Knight (Rottweiler) is Richard's best friend next to Malcolm. The Rottweiler had been adopted about six years prior and has been the King family's protector and loving pet for tose years since. Luckily Henry seems to enjoy the dog's presence, and as such he has not ended up like Richards... Past pets.
|Theme Song|
A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers
”Time and again boys are raised to be men
Impatient they start, fearful at the end
But here was a man mourning tomorrow
Who drank, but finally drowned in his sorrow”
 Superpower
|Power Name|
Empathy
|Power Description|
The ability to feel and manipulate others' emotions.
|Abilities|
King is able to feel the emotions of other people. While this may be plenty useful later on, to the apathetic King it is anything but good. The emotions come to him in heavy waves and he at times has trouble controlling them. Likewise, if he were able to feel an emotion strongly enough, there is a possibility that he can effect others to feel the same thing he does, I.E. if King is full of rage someone nearby may become inexplicably angry. Being able to sense emotions may seem useless in a fight, but in reality it makes King a great (and slightly unstable) negotiator, who is able to sense someone's inner turmoil and use it against them if at all necessary. Though he is only able to sense and pass on his own emotions currently, eventuality King will be able to slightly alter the emotions of others. While it might not act as complete persuasion, enough sadness or anger could seriously falter someone's mental process in the end.
|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|
- Unable to control the intake or out tput of emotions.
- Often useless in fights in the beginning.
- Experiences intense headaches after using power.
- Unable to handle too many emotions, I.E he is unable to stand in a large crowd without breaking down.
- May accidentally act on his (or others') emotions.