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Miasma

Peace cannot begin without a little softness, softness without kindness, and kindness without light.

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a character in “Blurry Lines: Establishing Them”, as played by Kirihe

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⌈Look a little deeper, life doesn't linger on the surfaceβŒ‹

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Selene Emira Mason
⌈AgeβŒ‹
Visual Age: 17
Factual Age:19

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⌈AppearanceβŒ‹
Hair: Long black hair to her waist. Kept cut in a long style and very rarely ever put up.
Facial Hair: None
Eyes: Brownish amber, sometimes appearing black. Tend to appear calculating and indifferent.
Build: Slender, mildly toned. Muscle toning isn't really visible.
Skin Tone: Selene is very fair skinned, getting only the slightest of tans when she's outside.
Height: 5"5
Weight:132 lbs.
Voice: Soft. A honey like appeal is created when she speaks.
Handed: Right.
Body Markings: The celtic symbol for eternity can be found on her right wrist, just above her pulse.
Scar Tissue: None
Unique Body Features: Her eyes flash purple under use of her particular ability.

Selene's dark hair and piercing eyes are her most prominent features. Her hair often hangs over her face, covering the slightly luminescent irises. Her eyes retain their murky amber color until she is focused intently on her task. At that point they shift to a brilliant violet. Selene generally holds a naturally relaxed posture, tending to lean on one foot or the other. She typically keeps to a simple, comfortable, and slightly preppy attire in muted colors. Selene always wears a pair of soft boots, dark brownish black in color, and buttoned up the sides with silver buttons facing inward.

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⌈SexualityβŒ‹
Heterosexual

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⌈PersonalityβŒ‹
Motivation: Surviving from one day to the next.
Fears: Large Bodies of Water, Confined Spaces, and Darkness.
Goals: To help people in her same situation avoid a bad ending.
Positive Traits: intelligent+ soft spoken + reserved
Negative Traits: Shy - Prone to Anxiety Attacks -Pessimistic.

Selene prefers to stay out of direct confrontation when she can. She was raised as a single child in the home of her mentally ill mother, making her unstable herself at times. Being typically reserved, she doesn't have many friends or companions, preferring to prevent unnecessary connections. Selene is far from the rebellious nature commonly found among the vigilantes on the run from city officials, but believes in equality and justice. Selene also suffers from periods of anxiety in which her ability becomes uncontrollable and causes her to lash out in random ways; ranging from physical attacks to general defensive moves. She keeps her distance from other people because of her anxiety; something that can be set off with various triggers. Extreme stress, pressured situations, physical confrontations, confined spaces, and places of total darkness will send her into a frenzied attack. Stress, Confinement, and darkness seems to be the most frequent causes of her attacks, though with the lynching laws being in place, Physical Confrontation has become one of her largest concerns. Through all else, Selene's biggest goal is to protect people; more from herself than anything else.

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⌈LikesβŒ‹
  • Writing
  • The sound of pianos playing
  • Birds, particularly drawing them.
  • Drawing
  • Long walks in the sunshine.

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⌈DislikesβŒ‹
  • speaking in front of people
  • leadership roles
  • excessive noise levels
  • numbers
  • being left alone during stressful situations.

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⌈RelationshipsβŒ‹
  • Friends: Selene has no obvious friendships because of her inability to connect with people. However, she has a string of important contacts through her time as Miasma that help her assist vigilantes that need help getting things, or need to spend time in safe houses.
  • Family: Having not known her father, Selene was left with two sisters, a brother, and her mother. Her mother is deceased, but her sisters, Claire and Elizabeth, live in a neighboring city. The two of them were never close to Selene as they were over ten years older than she was. Upon the discovery of Selene's abilities they disowned her. Selene's brother, Lucas, is only four years older than she is and hasn't been around since he turned 18 and left. His whereabouts are unknown.


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⌈PowerβŒ‹
Energy Manipulation- Selene possesses a rather unique ability to manipulate energized particles in the air around her. She can change their base characteristics: manipulating their density, shape, and concentration. This gives her the ability to both attack and defend easily. Selene's power has wired her brain to sense charge particles and can also help her find directions based on positive and negative charges. She uses intense periods of mediation and focal exercises to give her the reaction time to be able to use her ability quickly. Her nickname, Miasma, comes from the dark magenta hue energy takes when she influences it. This makes her ability more detectable than most, but also gives her a quality of intimidation. Selene's energy manipulation is what makes her anxiety attacks dangerous, as the particles around her react as negatively as she does. The only way to counter balance this is with an indirect charge of energy charged with the opposite field of what she has projected. Selene has two special abilities that she can use. Magnetism, a special power that allows her to revert energy charges in metals at an extreme rate for a short period of time; and Combustion, a phase where Selene can revert charges quickly enough to cause a small explosion. Both take an intense amount of focus, and cannot be used on command.


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⌈EquipmentβŒ‹
Selene keeps her smartphone on her at all times. She also has a variety of magnets that she uses to assist her ability.

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⌈StrengthsβŒ‹
  • An internal compass, due to her ability.
  • The balance of energies and charges in her ability prevent her from being disoriented by illusion based attacks.
  • Her ability can be used from any distance with enough focus and energy available.
  • energy is present in all spaces, preventing her from being limited on her ability.
  • Her quiet nature causes people to look over her frequently, and underestimate her.

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⌈WeaknessesβŒ‹
  • Combustion and Magnetism require total concentration, allowing for a weak spot when they are attempted.
  • Energies are differently balanced, and can be difficult to morph.
  • Her ability can be disabled with the right combination of reverse charges.
  • Too many charges in one space will throw off her accuracy.
  • Strong bursts of high pitched frequencies will physically hurt her due to her sensitivity to changes in energy.
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[size=90]⌈HomeβŒ‹
Selene lives in a reasonably sized apartment on the richer side of town. It's spacious enough for one permanent resident and one guest but is still equipped with modest luxury's such as a sizable kitchen, a master bath, small study, and a cozy guest room. It is located in a lesser known area, and gives her a small amount of privacy.

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⌈HistoryβŒ‹
Selene was raised in a family of five. Her mother, Marrisa Mason, was a single parent, having separated from various partners just before each of her children were born. Because of this, Slene and her siblings are not fully related. Marrisa suffered from severe schizophrenia, and often inflicted abuse upon her four children as a result of her hallucinations. Though none of her siblings had any lasting effects of this abuse, Selene's anxiety attacks are a result of this damaged childhood. When Marrisa committed suicide, Selene was left under the care of her oldest sister Claire. She was only twelve years old at the time. It was around this time Selene began experience mild headaches that would last for several hours at a time.

At age 16, Selene's headaches worsened, lasting for days at a time and leaving her bedridden. Dizziness and fatigue accompanied the pain. After several months of the headaches, Selene developed irritability whenever she would come out of these spells. She began to lash out at her sisters, blaming them for her brother leaving and for their mother's death. Her anxiety worsened and increased in the frequency of attacks. She had just turned 17 when her ability began to show. During an anxiety attack set off by a lecture from her sister, Selene mistakenly lashed out with a burst of magnetism. The surge of power caused a small silver knife to swing loose from its holder and bury itself in the wall above Claire's head. This was the event that encouraged both of her remaining siblings to practically disown her. They left Selene alone in the apartment they had bought away from their mother's home and moved out of the city, sending money for the sister they didn't acknowledge to live off of. This, along with her shifts as a waitress in a cafe catering to those with special abilities, is how Selene gets by. She is relatively unknown throughout the city. She is, however, well known in the underground networks of the city for her willingness to assist people in getting supplies and finding new hideouts.

So begins...

Miasma's Story

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Selene sighed as she glanced out the window. The morning had passed by as it usually did, a few milliseconds late for work, Julia scolding her proficiently, a brief minute alone while she tied her apron around her waist, and then the usual bustle of the morning crowd. Most of the patrons had been regulars. A pair of twins, both telekinetic, had ordered their usual decaf lattes with three shots of caramel and settled down in their usual table near the back. They were always the last of the morning customers. They would leave around ten smiling and laughing as they headed off to work at whatever loose end job they'd managed to pick up today. A few stragglers would wander in between ten and noon, order whatever caught their fancy and would leave again in the blink of an eye. Her entire life was predictable.

Besides the after-dark hours she put in trying to save the city from the madmen running it. Few people knew that Selene was a frequent visitors to the many illegal bars around the city, scanning for people with the same disposition she had. The previous night she'd spent ten full hours sneaking a family of four through the city and away from the lynch mobs patrolling the streets. It was only because the family's youngest daughter, Sadie she believed her name was, mistakenly allowed a norm to see a random burst of pyromancy. Half their neighborhood was out to get the poor girl. It was all Selene could manage getting the family of six out of the city and hopefully to safety. There was never a guarantee.

"You look a little tired today, Selene. What'd you do? Shack up with some random guy you found in the subway again" The throaty voice of Angelina was the last thing Selene wanted to hear. She spun, eyeing the offender with mild disgust. Angelina Bradley was the estranged daughter of a politician no one had really ever heard of before the collapse. She was one of the weaker categories of their kind Selene had ever met, only possessing a sporadic ability to grow her nails and teeth. It was probably meant to be a much more sophisticated power, but Angelina made it look pathetic. And she didn't know about Selene's secret identity.

She may have worked at the cafe during the day and retreated to her apartment at night, but in the underground system of vigilantes she was well known. Miasma, as she was called, was one of the first called if you needed help getting something or finding a place to stay. Her connections from her time with her sister still existed, and she operated a close tied network of safe houses and suppliers within the city.

Instead of justifying the comment, Selene switched the menu from breakfast to lunch and set back to wait for the next customer.

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Selene sighed and leaned over the counter as the customers chattered away. They were a semi-regular crowd stopping in from one of the later vigilante meetings. They hadn't worn masks, but she recognized the voices of many of them. She was the last one in the cafe, idly sitting by as the members spoke. She'd almost brought out the magenta, silky mask she sometimes wore when she visited the darker recesses of their order, but decided they shouldn't know that she was Miasma just yet. It would be a better system if she only knew them when she was inside the disorganized chaos. She looked down at the pouch she kept the majority of her money in, tied safely around her thigh and facing the front. It was a secure location, better than keeping it in her pocket with all the petty thieves around. One day she planned to buy "Cafe Mystique" from it's owner. She wanted to turn it into a center for the vigilante's organization, use it as a secret step in reunifying the ones who had separated.

Selene's attention was drawn to the opening doors as the next customer came in. "Welcome to Cafe Mystigue, how can I help you?"

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It wasn't a nice thing to have blood running down your leg. In fact, the feeling was quite uncomfortable which was ironic considering her powers. Mako was stuck in traffic because a bank robbery was holding everyone up, she wondered if she should help out in taking down whoever was attempting the theft but the thorn in her side told her otherwise. An impatient growl escaped the girl's parted mouth and she bit down on her lip as a wave of nausea hit her stomach. "Dammit Monty, why won't you pick up your phone?" She mumbled, checking the cellular device for the fifth time since she had hit road block.

Mako took a whirl at the buildings surrounding the blockade, she didn't know this part of Las Flores that well, but maybe if she found a cafe or something she could clean up enough to return home and stitch the wound herself? It was decided then, Mako led her motorcycle off the main road and into an alleyway, searching for some sort of dive that had most likely seen bloody customers. The vigilante was choosy but eventually she settled on a clean looking place that a bunch of people in masks were exiting. "Welcome to Cafe Mystigue, how can I help you?" A bell on the door rang as she entered and as she looked around, Mako realized she had chosen perfectly.

"Don't mean to be a bother, but I'm only here to use the restroom. Mind pointing it out to me?" The female asked and as an after thought added "If the restroom is for customers only then I'll have a water." However, before the girl could reply, Mako spotted a large sign that read BATHROOM and wove her way gracefully around the tables, pushing through the entrance and grabbing an armload of paper towels from one of the stalls before making her way over to the sinks and trying to scrub her legs clean. It was almost as painful as the wound itself and the brown paper towels were rough against her skin. By the time she was done Mako couldn't tell if the blood had stained her skin or if she the striping was from rubbing her epidermis raw.

She threw out the paper towels and ripped off some toilet paper, gingerly dabbing at the bullet mark. It would definitely scar and she hated that it was in the part of her serafuku that was exposed. Hopefully when she went to her shift at the maid cafe no one would notice. Finally, the female exited the bathroom and went to sit in a seat in the cafe. It wasn't that late yet and it's not like anyone was home to greet her. Without realizing it, Mako began to hum happy birthday once more and wondered if she should order something sweet.

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Selene didn't really bother answering the girl as she walked past her to the restrooms near the left side of the counter. They had always gotten plenty of traffic from the stranger ones, especially those who looked like they'd been murdered three time over. The one who had walked in didn't look too worse for ware. She waited silently until she had returned, taking a seat at one of the empty tables remaining. The girl even looks lonely,, Selene thought to herself.

She looked up at the clock above her head with a sigh. It was close enough to her break that she could clock out for a while. Selene ducked back into the kitchen area and quickly logged her name into the time table on the wall. She had two hours before the next rush it, and with Angelina here they might not even have needed her for that. Greggon, the owner, was used to Selene's strange attendance habits. He was also the only one that knew she was Miasma.

Selene carefully hung up her apron on the pin just inside the doors. Usually she would take a walk on her break, grab something from a local vendor and then head back to the cafe before it was even over. Instead of her usual routine she had decided to be of help outside of her other persona. The girl sitting in the back probably could use a little help, or she looked like she might anyway.

As she walked out of the kitchen, Selene grabbed the first aid kit Greggon made them keep behind the counter. Inside were enough medical supplies to fuel a small clinic in the poorer side of town; that was what happened when your boss's wife was a nurse. The kit wasn't something that was used often, as most of the people who came in were beyond medical help or refused it. Crossing through the cafe with the kit was a maze of weaving through tables and dodging errant beams of whatever their patron's abilities were. Finally she reached their newest lodging.

"Here" She set the kit down on the table, just in front of the girl there. "We have a waitress who knows basic emergency procedures if you can't do it yourself.....and I'm clearly not a nurse but I could give it a shot."

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The West End || Glades Park || Late Afternoon




Well that was interesting. It was a rare occurrence indeed when they made themselves any more noticeable than a peripheral blur. Whatever this boy was, the indistinct apparitions that clouded the edges of Maatika's mind were interested to know. So much so that for a few moments they held off on their eternal quest to drive Monty to insanity and revealed themselves, crowding the young man in an eerily silent semicircle of static figures.

Monty was careful to maintain eye contact, but allowed her smile to dim somewhat as if a little disappointed; she was, but it was good to let others know too. The phantoms slunk back in to the recesses of Monty's mind just as quickly as they had come. All except one. Monty could feel the pinpoints that served as its eyes boring into the her back like hot pokers. His name rushed to the fore of her mind unbidden: Nathaniel Nelson. An office worker. Two kids, although they spend most of the time with his ex-wife. Recreational drug user.

In the following seconds she realized why his attention stood out so vividly among the dozens that held her in constant regard: it was fading.

It took a great amount of effort not to spin around and stare the phantom dead in the eye. Monty instead rubbed her arm uncomfortably, as if the situation was suddenly awkward beyond belief. Reasonable enough, considering September's clarification. Reasonable enough, considering the last glimpse she caught of the shade that was Nathaniel was that of him stepping past her to stand in front of September. The link binding the phantom to her psyche snapped with a sensation akin to having a thread yanked from one's garment.

β€œOh.” her voice came out more subdued than Monty intended, bleeding more emotion than she would like. She affected a half-hearted smirk. β€œI see, my apologies. I must have been mistaken.”

Monty took a quick step toward September but was sure to keep an amount of space between them that one would consider polite. A blue and black business card was withdrawn from her obviously expensive handbag, and gently placed it on September's knee. Her hands shook ever so slightly from a sudden rush of adrenaline, a crude mirror of September's infirmity. Monty nodded once and smiled again. β€œIf you ever have some free time, I would enjoy hearing about you regardless. Collecting stories is something of a hobby of mine, and you look like you have a tale to tell. Call me any time.”

The card was fairly minimalist in design. Ledger's Bookkeeping, Accounting Services and Job Placement.

Another curt nod. The clicking of heels against pavement retreated as Monty made her way out of the park. At the gate, she found Ismail waiting by the gate with a scrawny youth sporting a mop of unruly black hair. Ledger scowled and held up a hand as Ismail opened his mouth and silenced the apology she knew was coming. This time she was more direct.

β€œKyle Gregson?” she asked.

β€œYep.”

β€œWalk with me.” as they began moving towards the black car in the parking lot, Ledger could not suppress the urge to scratch at her wrist. The leather glove made the effort clumsy at best, and she had to slide it down a little to attack the offending itch. What she saw set her heart to racing. One of the minute names inked into her flesh squirmed and dug at Monty's skin as it slowly burned away, leaving the smallest of gaps in the list.

She did not need to guess which name had been erased. Or where it had gone, either.



Cafe Mystigue || Central Town || Early Evening




The one bright spot of her day was completely overshadowed by the torrent of news Ledger was receiving via calls and messages from her clones across the city. The bank debacle had gone critical. Something, presumably the Greystar, had completely wrecked several square miles of electrical equipment, wiring, and telecom signals in the Commercial District. Ledger resisted the urge to call Sandra. In all likelihood, the girl was dead or subdued if a Greystar could pull that kind of power out for a single bust.

As it was, Monty rode quietly in the back of a sparkling polished black Ford Fusion driven by Ismail. Ismail had a particular love of vehicles, a trait presumably inherited by the original occupant of the clone's body. They had dropped off Kyle a few minutes ago and were on their way to secure one of Monty's investments.

The car pulled to a stop in front of an unremarkable squat building with a too-bright sign. Monty signaled for Ismail to keep the engine running as she stepped out of the car and into the cafe. Mystigue. Monty had to keep herself from sneering at the pretentious name. It was a glorified coffee shop, not a bloody art show.

Cheap coffee and artificial sugar assaulted her nostrils as soon as she entered. Thankfully, the reason for her arrival was in plain sight. Monty caught the tail end of some explanation of offering first aid as she strode up to the booth Mako was seated at.

β€œThat will not be necessary...” Monty appeared to consider the right word to use to address Selene before offering a wan smile, β€œMiss. I will be escorting my charge here to receive proper treatment.”

One quick look was all Monty needed to see that Mako's latest hunt had gone awry. What little skin she could see between the fabric of the girl's clothing was an angry red and even inflamed in some places. Monty scowled and unbuttoned her jacket to drape it over Mako; the blood loss would be making her cold about now, and it would help keep her inconspicuous. She proceeded and place a gentle hand on Mako's cheek and bring her in for a warm embrace.

β€œMako, I'm so sorry. I've received so many calls and texts today you were almost lost amid the din.” Monty pulled back and smiled in a self-depricating manner. β€œAlmost. Come, Ismail has the car waiting outside. Let's go get you cleaned up.”

Monty shot Selene a quick nod of gratitude before leading Mako off toward the exit. Internally, she sighed. Kids.

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She was shaking, her whole being shivering from blood loss. It was entirely Mako's fault, if she hadn't been so damn cocky then she would have seen the bullet coming. As Mako sat on her hands, wallowing in what could have been mistaken for guilt, a light shone through the darkness. A girl, the waitress that she had seen when she had entered this little dive, slid into the seat across from her, offering Mako aid in the form of a medical kit that could probably save an army. "Thank you," her voice was barely above a whisper when someone else entered the cafe and waltzed over to them.

A trench coat was suddenly draped over Mako's shoulders, a dark skinned hand guiding her's away from the kit. Mako followed the hand up to the face, surprise adorning her features as her blue optics settled on Monty. β€œThat will not be necessary...” Monty said in a tone that commanded attention. The female in the booth questioned why, there was no way she could go to a hospital, unless Monty wanted to see Mako rot in jail for the rest of her time? Which by the looks of it, wouldn't be long. Did the woman suddenly own a hospital?

She rose to her feet, sneakers squeaking on tiled floor as Monty brought her into a hug. It was warm, her body craved the heat. β€œMako, I'm so sorry. I've received so many calls and texts today you were almost lost amid the din.” She bobbed her head up and down in a quick nod, understanding. People had important things to take care of, one person could not always subsist the center of attention. "S'okay" She muttered, the rubbing her hands together in order to keep them warm. β€œAlmost. Come, Ismail has the car waiting outside. Let's go get you cleaned up.”

She was glad to sit down in the back of the Ford Fusion, the shaking was not as bad as before, but her side ached and she feared infection if the wound was not properly cared for. Mako had seen bad wounds, she had seen arms and legs amputated because cuts were not properly taken care of. A shiver ran up her spine, but this time it was not from the cold.

"Sorry for being so much trouble," Mako said, trying to keep the conversation light. Her head swam, her vision growing dark at the edges. Mako prayed that she wouldn't pass out or get blood on or in the fancy vehicle.