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Katrina Lind

"I was a hero. I gave my life for something greater."

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a character in “Superhero Rejects”, as played by Chompers

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”I'm done with all this.”

KATRINA LIND || TELEKINESIS || THIRTY-THREE || HETEROSEXUAL



POWERS


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Kat has inherited the power to move things with her mind. She's spent so many years practicing and perfecting the skill, that for the most part, it's pretty effortless. And even when it isn't she takes great pains to make sure it's seen that way. Though Kat is a showoff with her powers, always carrying and moving things with her powers rather than having to lift a finger. She's great with small, light things, and has as much control as she'd have holding something in her hand.

Of course, she spent all her time perfecting her control, and less time practicing on expanding her powers. Hence she struggles to move things that are too heavy, or too far away. And that was before she let herself get rusty.

PERSONALITY


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Sam likes animals of all kinds, big and small. He loves the outdoors, and you’ll always find this gentle giant at home in nature. He loves plants, trees and flowers. Sam loves home cooked meals, popcorn, and freshly squeezed juice, as well as time spent with close friends, perhaps watching an animated movie.
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Sam hates all forms of animal cruelty. And rainy days keep him locked up inside. For all his good qualities, Sam is not a fan of cleaning, planning or organising. He also hates large crowds, fights, and any kind of chaos. Sam also hates mean people, and any challenges.
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Sam spends most his time tending to his fleet of pets, and animal friends. Feeding them and hearing them out whenever they’ve got issues. He also tends to the veggie garden his in currently growing on the fire escape.
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QUIET || SENSITIVE || CARING || NATURE LOVER || EMPATHETIC


Sam is a quiet sort of guy. He’s not chatty, and would never be confused for someone bubbly and chipper. He shies away from all large crowds, and hates all kinds of loud, chaotic ruckus. He likes things to be calm and peaceful. He’s never the type to go looking for confrontation, and would rather avoids fights. Sam’s a pacifist at heart, and can't stand violence. It's why he failed out of being a hero.

However, just because Sam is quiet, it doesn’t mean he’s bad with people. In fact he’s incredibly sensitive and a natural empath. He's quiet, caring nature, allow him to pick up on people’s emotions and frustrations better than most, which better enables him to avoid conflict and soothe over tensions. Because of this Sam rarely, ruffles feathers, and is easily able to avoid making anyone mad at him. This makes Sam a natural peacemaker, if ever he could get over his fear of confrontation.

Sam is a complete sweetheart, in that he lives to nurture and care for all living things. He always has a whole horde of animals that he is nurturing back to health in his room, despite Ray’s complaints. And he generally has one such animal on him at all times. He tends to show his compassionate and caring side with other people, in small, thoughtful ways.

Sam has a bit of problem in that his caring side often over invests in lost causes. He just can’t help himself, when he sees a person, or animal, in pain, he gets involved, and he gets attached. This only leads to him hurting himself, due to his natural empath qualities. But Sam just can’t leave a sad person alone, or walk away from them. Even if it kills him, Sam wants to save everyone.

He also has a deep respect for nature. Sam doesn’t care, whether big or small, he has a respect for everything mother nature gives life too. He’s a vegan and despises all animal cruelty. When in nature, and around his beloved animals, Sam comes out of his shell, and truly becomes confident and outgoing.



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Sam was born on the coast, pretty far from any kind of city life. His parents were New York escapees looking for a slower life, built in nature. So, they were more of the hippy type. Home schooling their seven kids, building their own house and cooking dinners with the food they were able to grow themselves. Sam was number 3 in the line-up of kids, and was the only one to inherit his mother’s ability to talk to animals. So, like his mother before him, he was sent off to the Academy at age of thirteen.
He never really fit in at the academy and eventually was dropped from the Superhero Program when he was nineteen, deemed far too much of a pacifist to ever really make it.
He’s been at The Barnyard now for 9 years. One of the longer residents, despite Roy’s whining about how many animals he brings in, and about his veggie garden covering the fire escape. Same works at the Café during the day, earning enough to get by for the moment.

So begins...

Katrina Lind's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sam Whitworth Character Portrait: Emmy Blackburn Character Portrait: Noah Morris Character Portrait: Haven Edme Leclaire Character Portrait: Amber Huang Character Portrait: Marina Ayers Character Portrait: Katrina Lind

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LOCATION: 374 Wilkerson St.

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Turns out Kat didn’t need to know the exact address, 374 Wilkerson was easy to find as the smoke, debris and gathered crowd was a giveaway. She slowed down her motorbike, and rode it through the crowded, pumping the gas so it made that deep rumbly sound that always made people get the fuck out of the way. She pulled up her bike, threw off her motorbike helmet and strutted over to the line of terrified looking preteens. She sized them up. It wasn’t hard to tell they were the superheroes she was looking for. God help New York City, being in their care.

“Are you sorry lot superheroes or bystanders?” She looked to the surfer girl behind her working to put out the fire behind her. “At least one of you rejects has some initiative.”

Out of her back pocket she pulled out a crumple sheet of paper she’d been handed at the airport. Of course, she did this without removing her hands from her jacket pockets, she used her telekinesis power instead. The paper, floating in front of her unfolded seemingly on its own and allowed her to scan its contents, a list of The Barnyard residents, with their powers and notes from their examination.

“Um, it’s the Mad Fairy.” Kat’s eyes snapped from the page to the tall man on her right, and she had to do a double take. No way had that mild, timid voice come from a guy that large. She narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s, ah, what they’re saying at least.” He pointed skyward to the crows circling the building.

She looked back to floating paper to find his name. “Sampson Whitworth. Our very own Dr. Doolittle.” Quickly scanning the powers of the residents, Kat started formulating her plan, as she’d been involved with catching Tatianna Rovoski, for her third and fifth capture, she had some experience in the area. “She can only teleport where she can see.” Last time they’d tracked her in the darkness with night vision, the lack of technology was only the first issue with that plan. They’d just have to do the opposite this time and blind her with too much light. “Where’s Haven LeClaire?”

Sam answered again in his timid voice, pointing to the doors of the building. “In there.”

“Of course she is.” Kat cracked the knuckles in her right hand then turned to the brunette. “Okay then. Emerson Blackburn? You and Whitworth are on survivor duty, use those sensing powers of your to sense where they are. And, I want every single rodent and bug in that building looking for people. If you find Haven or that bat-shit crazy fairy you radio me.”
Using her telekinesis she pulled a walkie talkie out of her back pack and floated it in the air between the pair.

She glanced over the Noah, next, scanning his details on her sheet. “Morris. You go with them. There is currently billions of dollars of metal tech lying crushed in that building. I’m sure you’ll find a way to make yourself useful.”

Lucky last, she looked over Amber and could smell the alcohol reeking off her. Kat had little use for her, even before she glanced over her extensive file, taking up a good third of the sheet. “And you can just go home. I have no need for drunk little girls.” She dismissed her without a second glance.

Kat only took two steps though before a sharp pain pierced through her temples. She’d suffered broken bones and third degree burns with little more than grunts, but this pain was strong enough to knock her down to her knees, causing her to screw her eyes closed trying to block it out. She could hear screams around her as the same pain infected everyone around. The pain couldn’t have lasted more than 30 seconds before disappearing as suddenly as it appeared. Kat got to her feet with a groan, now more pissed off than ever. She yelled after the group of rejects, “And find out what the hell that was!”

Kat jogged over to where Marina was working to contain the flames. The big external ones had mostly died. “Good.” She said looking up at the building. “When you’re done with that, head inside and deal with the little fires in there.”

Finally taking her hands out of her pockets, she shrugged off her jacket looking up at the building. Now was her time to get to work, she stretched her neck from side to side. She held out her hands towards the building knowing she was going to need every ounce of power she had to make sure the building stayed upright long enough to get the survivors out. This wouldn’t have been a tough ask five years ago, when she was one top of her game. But now, it was probably impossible but she was going to give it her best go.


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Character Portrait: Sam Whitworth Character Portrait: Alex Grant Character Portrait: Emmy Blackburn Character Portrait: Amber Huang Character Portrait: Marina Ayers Character Portrait: Katrina Lind

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LOCATION: The Barnyard

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Sam looked up to see Alex approaching. She was cool, confident and always sure of herself and so he looked to her with a lost look. “Alex, I don’t-“ As he was speaking she was reaching up to pat his shoulder but they both froze mid action as a scream tore itself away from the crumbling building. And then he saw Doctor Grant, compassionate and unable to say no to any person suffering, she dashed inside without thinking of her own safety for even a moment. His yell after her died in his throat, she wouldn’t listen.

”Sup' Sam... erm. What's happened?” He turned around to look down at Amber who had appeared by his side. He froze, biting his lip and looking towards the building. Of course, he knew the history between Brad and Amber, he’d been in their year at the Academy and knew all the gossip, even if Brad refused to talk about any of it. Brad had been determined to avoid a reunion when he'd moved in. Back then though, Brad was only going to be sleeping on his floor for a couple nights, two weeks at most. He's managed to avoid his high school ex for 8 months.

Surely she had a right to know he could be seriously injured in there. “In there-" He paused and looked back to the building. There was a definite chance that Brad could be dead, but even then, Sam was sure he’d want his secrets kept. He was definitely the type of guy who was intending on going to the grave with his secrets.

Luckily, he was saved from responding, by Emmy. "I... I should help shouldn't I? ...I... I can help, right?" He looked down at her with a soft gaze, his heart breaking to see her so unsure of herself. She was always so confident and peppy, he was the quiet one. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders but was saved from response by Marina, who appeared to give the pep talk before dashing off bravely, his heart hammered for her safety.

Sam straightened up, ready to be brave when a roar of a motorbike cut through the crowd. A woman a few years older than him strutted over. Clearly, she was sent from some high power, she knew everything about them and was way more battle ready that Sam was.

Happy to follow orders and avoid all leadership Sam nodded to her instructions. He grabbed the radio she hovered in the air in front of him and ran toward the building, pausing for a moment to give Emmy a reassuring smile. “She has to know what she’s talking about right?”

Sam walked into the building, to his left, what looked like it used to be a water cooler was crushed in the corner leaving the entire floor is a puddle of water, the destruction turned Sam’s stomach. A moth fluttered from out of the debris, his hurried comments assaulting Sam’s ear. Talking to animals, and calming them down was something he could do, and he felt a little of his confidence return. “Hey there, little man.” He cooed holding out a hand for the moth to land on. “You’re okay.” The moth fluttered its wings. “Yeah, I know it’s a bit crazy right now. Look, we need to find the survivors, I need you help.” The moth flapped its wings twice and rose into the air. “And can you spread the word if you see any more moths.”

Sam watched the moth take off, up through the cracks in the unstable ceiling. He took a deep breathe, if the moth could be brave so could he. He ran for the double wide stairs to the second storey that were on his right. “Haven? Brad?” He froze on the second step as an unbearable pain descended upon him. It passed momentarily, but he knew that pain for what it was, Brad's powers. Which meant Brad was alive somewhere in this building, and not in a good way. He was now more determined to search this building from top to bottom.



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Character Portrait: Sam Whitworth Character Portrait: Emmy Blackburn Character Portrait: Noah Morris Character Portrait: Amber Huang Character Portrait: Marina Ayers Character Portrait: Katrina Lind

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LOCATION: 374 Wilkerson St.

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Sam had turned to look at her following her greeting however the reaction didn’t fill her with much confidence, what with his expression taking on a very ‘deer in the headlights’ vibe as far as she could tell. Though it wasn’t exactly like they spoke on a regular basis or anything but there had definitely been an increased feeling of detachment, almost as if Sam had avoiding her or something for the past several month. She dismissed her worries when he finally started to speak, and chalked his uncertainty as being more to do with their current situation than anything else; but what did it really matter if yet another person distrusted her?

“In there-" he began as he looked back towards the building, though the rest of his words faded as one of the other residents of the Barnyard stepped up beside them. "I... I should help shouldn't I? ...I... I can help, right?". Amber tilted her head slightly to look at the other girl, whose name she couldn’t quite remember, while the sudden change of movement caused her head to swim and her eyes going a little unfocused. She missed the lamppost she’d used earlier, much better than keeping herself stable. She could definitely understand the uncertainty radiating off the girl, was her name Emery… no… Emma? Either way just diving headlong into danger when actual Superheroes were supposed to be dealing with it almost felt like suicide as far as she was concerned. They’d been flunked from the program for a reason after all, and it wasn’t like they’d suddenly been called into active duty or anything. That would be a terrible, terrible idea.

While she was mulling over the absurdity of pitching in to help another resident, who again she couldn’t quite place, but vaguely remembered some mention of hydrokinetic abilities. She half lifted her hand to take a stabilising drink while the two women she couldn’t place engaged in conversation before remembering her hands were empty and the bottle was lying smashed several feet away. Her suspicions were confirmed as the other strange ran to the side of the building where she looked to be calling on water from nearby a fire hydrant in an effort to reduce the growing blaze.

The sound of a roaring motorbike engine caused her to look round as the crowd parted, and a rather irate looking woman stepped into a view while removing their helmet. “Are you sorry lot superheroes or bystanders?” Amber struggled a little with that given that she knew there ought to be actual superheroes due to the scene of something like this and what she remembered of their training it was usually more of a hindrance to try helping out. As the woman began reading off their names, and barking orders for each of the Barnyard residents the feeling that she was clearly missing something began to gnaw at Amber.

She’d zoned out a little before noticing that Sam and couple of the others was heading into the building while the strange woman appeared to be giving Amber a momentary appraisal. “And you can just go home. I have no need for drunk little girls.” Amber flinched as if struck, her face twisting half in confusion before quickly being replaced by indignation. She half admitted, if only to herself, that it made a change to hear someone being direct with her for once, though her eyes still flared with anger. Her lip curled into a drunken smile as she raised her finger in an attempt to lecture this stranger, being entirely certain that her next words would be a perfectly crafted snarky retort which would leave them dumbstruck.

The women, entirely oblivious to this, had instead finished dismissing Amber and began to make her way into the building. Amber watched in confusion as she winced and fell to her knees before she felt a wave of sudden agony ripple through every nerve in her body. She stumbled backwards, her balanced failing as the tumbled onto her backside, spreading out her palms against the rough concrete to ease her landing. Her eyes had closed with the pain while her flesh and clothes were starting to slowly shift to match the dark grey material at her fingertips; though as the change spread, she bit her lip as the pain shifted sensation before fading. ”That felt awfully familiar.” She muttered to herself, a faint smile pursing her lips.

Grunting a little as she pushed herself back onto her feet, she heard the new arrival shout, “And find out what the hell that was!” in the general direction of the building before jogging over to help deal with the external fires. Amber glared at the woman’s retreating back, willing her eyes to bore holes through her skull, but as expected nothing happened.

It had been a few years since she’d made a complete absorption like this and the alcohol in her system wasn’t making it any easier, but the fogginess in her head was a great deal lessened now that she was entirely made of stone, or stone-like material at any rate. Her own steps were rather slow as she felt incredibly stiff and every part of her simply wanted to remain stationary, but with each she could feel her limbs starting to loosen up and begin to work as intended.
After entering the crumbling building she looked around to see if any of the others were in sight but it appeared they had all went further inside in search of survivors.

Uncertain of exactly where would be the most help she headed to where the structure appeared most unstable, her reasoning being that if nothing else she could at least attempt on making sure it didn’t collapse entirely. As she slowly worked her way through the ground floor she did her best to heft rubble to the sides in order to clear a way through. She found her way towards an open stairwell that was leading down towards the basement, and spying a door sitting ajar she began to descend in search of survivors.

”Anyone trapped down there?” Her voice had taken on a rather gravelly tone to it, and even if she was feeling a good deal more sober there was still a faint slur to her words.