(I hope this is still going on. Also, I'm gonna play 2 characters if that's okay. If not, let me know.)<br/><br/><strong><em>Name: Ruka Millers<br/>Age: 16<br/>Power: Create invisible shields. The bigger the shield the faster she weakens under the duress of keeping it up.<br/>Alignment: Good<br/>Brief biography: Six months ago, Ruka had had everything she could ever want as a teenager, living in a nice house with loving parents. Even as her strange new power began to develop a few years earlier, her parents still loved her and took care of her. But they were scared. Even so, the power was so minimal, nonthreatening and it could in no way be used to harm another person. Yet it didn't seem to help anyone but herself the day her home exploded. Since then she had been on her own, knowing that people are out looking for her. Bad people. She didn't understand it though since she could never hurt anyone, but that didn't seem to matter. It was a month or so after that when she met Vince. He took her in immediately for whatever reason and she was scared at first, but after a while she began to see something in him and she's stayed with him ever since then.<br/><br/>Name: Vince (no last name)<br/>Age: Unknown, appears to be in early 20s<br/>Power: Telekinesis<br/>Alignment: Neutral<br/>Brief biography: A man of unknown origin, there is no record of him anywhere. Indeed, the officials may know of him but before then there have been no records or files on him of any kind. Not even a birth certificate. The name he uses is not an alias, nor is it his real name as far as he knows. His memories only consist of the past three years, and before that there is nothing. He has no idea who he really is or where he came from. There are quick images that flash through his mind but none of them make any sense. The earliest memory he can make sense of is the night he woke in an abandoned warehouse wearing a pair of battered jeans and a torn trench coat. For a couple years he had wandered, keeping to himself but his crimes gradually became many, ranging anywhere from robbery to homicide. It was during one crime when he met Ruka. Something about her had hit a chord in him and he took her in, protecting and looking after her.</em></strong><br/><br/>--------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">It was darker than she expected it to be when she left the safe house on a food run. Then again, it had only been that afternoon that she had managed to get some sleep. The past few days had been exhausting, making the long trip from one place to here. Not only that but it seemed as though there were more officials around looking for meta-humans, including the CIA. She couldn't fathom why they wanted to kill meta-humans but there was nothing she could do about it except keep safe and stay hidden. Thanks to Vince she had managed to do both and he protected her like an older brother. That's how she thought of him, too. He was the brother she never had and in a way he was picking up where her parents left off. Granted, she knew he was capable of doing horrible things and has done them in the past but she knew he would never hurt her. To others he would seem like a cold-hearted person but they only saw the outside. There was also his loss of memory. She wanted to help him get it back but every time she asked he seemed adamant about doing it himself. So the least she could do was help gather food, clothes, and other necessities for them both. That's why she was out so late this night.<br/><br/>Finding her way into an industrial park she wandered a bit on the off chance that there might be something useful laying around. It was as she was making her way around one huge pile of trash and discarded parts that hazel eyes saw a shelter of some kind with one man standing at the door and knocking. She was too far away to hear what the man said but something told her that he was dangerous. An enemy. Even so, she was curious to know what exactly he was doing in this kind of place. Tennis shoes hardly made a sound as she squatted down closer to the ground, hiding herself from view just in case the man turned to look around the place. With black hair already pulled back into a tail she thankfully didn't have to worry about it falling in her face. She just hoped the dark jeans and jacket she wore hid her well enough from sight alongside hiding.</span>