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Katherine Silverleaf

"Revenge is a dish best served cold."

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a character in “The Academy For The Unusually Gifted”, as played by Psy Hound

Description

Character Sheet:
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Name: Katherine Silverleaf
Age: 17
Height: 5'3
Weight: 120 pounds

Complexion and Build: White, slender and defined proportions.
Eyes: She has big almond shaped eyes with long, thick black lashes. The color is a steel grey that turns icy blue almost white, deep amber yellow or dark sapphire blue nearly black depending on what power is used.
Hair: She has wavy hip length auburn red hair that falls over her shoulders and short bangs that cover her forehead and end at the very top of her eyebrows. She either has it down or up in a ponytail wrapped in a black ribbon.
Clothes: She has two standard outfits. The first includes black ankle high black boots with thigh high red socks, a tight mini long sleeve white dress that ends in the middle of her thighs, a black jacket with a cartoon like picture of snowy clouds in the back. The second is the same boots with sheer black stockings, black shorts with a white belt, A white long sleeve button up shirt with a red tie around her neck, an over sized light brown jacket that loosely hangs over her shoulder with a belt tied around the arms to hold it up.

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Accessories: She has a long and thin black chain necklace with a silver locket. The outside of the locket is a soft silver white with an abstract design on it in the lightest blue, it almost looked like clouds raining snowflakes. The inside has a charm carved onto the metal in the shape of a single snowflake. The snowflake has tiny diamonds and sapphires in intricate combinations throughout the spaces in the design giving it a glittering almost 3D effect. She has two small silver cross earrings and a silver ring with another sapphire in the shape of a water drop on her right middle finger.

Likes: She likes animals especially birds and cats. She loves gems and antique objects or jewelry. She enjoys playing games like scavenger hunt or playing pranks. She is addicted to sweets especially white chocolate and caramel.

Dislikes: She is afraid of fire, butterflies and loosing control of her powers or her mind. She hates it when people look down on her or see her as weak because of her size or doll like appearance. She hates, really hates, being called short.

Personality: She can be stubborn when she feels passionate about something. She is slightly sarcastic at times but tends to turn awkwardly shy or bashful around guys if they get too close to her. She can be a slight airhead and very oblivious to things like feelings or her surroundings, her self awareness is lacking. She is a prideful firecracker with a short temper who is very impulsive and not afraid to make a stand if she is being treated unfairly, feels threatened or feels like she can prove herself.

Powers: Kat can manipulate the temperature of the moisture in the air or her immediate surroundings either crystallizing it into ice or boiling it into steam. Her naturally steel grey eyes change colors simultaneously with her powers turning icy blue almost white when using ice, deep yellow like amber when using steam and very dark sapphire blue almost black when she makes water. Sometimes she can unconsciously change the temperature in the room when her mood changes. In dry atmosphere she can redirect the moisture in her body to her hands and expel it as either shards of ice, patches or gusts of snow, sprays of water or bursts of steam in small quantities. `

When using the water in he own body she can recycle the ice, water or snow she has already formed and re shape it or re absorb it as she sees fit. This is only possible if she makes direct physical contact with it. Due to this restriction she can't re absorb water that has been turned into steam unless she transforms it into another substance before touching it. When using moisture outside her body she can mold larger quantities into more flexible shapes compared to the small quantities inside her. If when using heat to make steam she quickly switches to cooling it then it can form a light or thick fog depending on the amount of water used. This is only possible if she uses both hands simultaneously. If she applies this same method to individual hands, meaning using heat on one hand and cold on the other she can make the humidity reach a stable temperature and turn it into solid water.

Generally water expands but remains at a constant weight when it's cold so she needs to use less water when making ice but steam separates so for a truly effective temperature change she needs larger amounts of humidity. When using outside moisture she runs a small risk of accidentally cutting herself with the ice if she looses control or burning herself with the steam for the same reason. When using moisture from inside her body she runs a high risk of dehydration especially if she can't get the water back to her body quickly. If she get's to the point of not being able to find a point to release the powers or she switches too rapidly from one to the other then she suffers from either high fevers or chills bordering on hypothermia depending on which power she used last. When using steam, even from an outside source, her core temperature rises rapidly and like wise using ice makes her inner temperature drop dramatically. Because of this she needs to constantly be drinking water to stabilize. Her powers are strongly linked to her emotions and can potentially activate on their own if she feels a strong enough sudden change in emotions like rage, panic or shock.


History:
Kat was the result of a fling between Elizabeth Cardin, a High class socialite and aspiring actress, and Keith Silverleaf, a successful Lawyer making a name for himself. Neither of them wanted the publicity of a child when they weren't married and both agreed that their careers came before an unplanned mistake. So they kept her birth a secret to avoid a scandal by having Elizabeth fake an illness during the pregnancy. Once Katherine Silverleaf Cardin was born she was sent to one of the private homes owned by her mother on a remote part of Nevada. There she was raised by several maids and butlers until she was five years old. By this age she started having serious tantrums because she wanted to be with her parents. The only contact she had with them was by watching them on t.v., the news or the occasional gift in the mail to try and calm her down. At first it worked but she quickly grew tired of the attempts and started lashing out at the maids and the butlers a like by ripping her toys and clothes. This made her otherwise uninterested mother take action, if anything she was highly vain about her belongings and it made her angry that a burden such as an unwanted child was disrupting her collection. Her solution was to send Kat to a foster home and shove her out of her life. One of the butlers knew someone that owned such a place in Grand Forks, North Dakota and volunteered to take her there.

For the next decade she was forced to live with eight other children. All of them were boys one to three years older than her. At first she was very cheerful, curious, full of warmth and life; excited to have friends to play with but by the time she turned 8 she had become a very different little girl. Every one of her new sibling treated her like the black sheep of the house; an interesting pet to tease on. Sometimes they pretended she was a ghost and acted as if she didn't exist for weeks on end, other times they would lock her outside for hours at a time or try to cut her hair and wear it as a fake mustache. The owners didn't care what happened to her as long as her mother sent them fat paychecks every month to keep Kat's identity hidden. Other than the paychecks there was the occasional random jewelry in the mail. Turns out that the butler who brought her here constantly stole her mothers jewelry and sent it to his lover, the supposed friend and owner of the home, as gifts. At first she felt angry that her moms things were being taken, then she felt happy that she was getting what she deserved and finally she felt sad that those were the only things that connected her to her biological mother. A mother that never once wanted her.

One day, after she had turned fourteen, an incident occurred. The boys had tied her to the bottom of the Christmas tree and started throwing snowballs at her. By the time they got bored and went outside to play in the snow she was soaking wet and shivering. She stared at her reflection in a small puddle in front of her, her expression one of deep thought. Her parents thought she was a bothersome mistake, the owners of the house saw her as a steady flow of cash, the boys saw her as a bug they could step on whenever they wanted and she didn't have a single friend. She started crying quietly in frustration at her life, her tears making tiny ripple in the puddle. Her sadness grew into anger. Anger at her dad for ignoring her existence, at her mother for throwing her away, at the owner for exploiting her, at the boys for treating her like a pest and at life for being so cruel to her. The air around her started feeling warm then hot as if the puddles were evaporating into steam. The humidity in the air caused the Christmas lights to short out and some of the bulbs exploded, setting the branches on fire.

She didn't feel the heat from the fire because the air was already hot, it wasn't until the bright color of the growing flames caught her eye in what remained of the puddles that she realized what was going on. She struggled to break free of the rope but it was wet and just stuck together. The branches quickly set a blaze like wildfire and hot clumps of burnt leaves started falling around her, stinging the exposed skin they landed on and setting the dry parts of the rug on fire. She began to panic, tugging at the ropes again with tears rolling down her cheeks. Then she screamed at the top of her lungs for help. No one responded at first. The boys assumed she just wanted to get untied so they ignored her but when black smoke started creeping out the windows and the door they rushed inside. The couch had caught fire now, the plush velvet igniting almost instantly into a blazing ball of heat. She went quiet and still, her eyes wide open and locked on the scorching couch in front of her. The only reason she wasn't lighting up along with it was that she was still damp from the earlier torture, but that water was quickly evaporating with the rising temperature. Even so, she felt cold and numb as if the air around her was getting colder instead of hotter. At that moment the owner came down stairs in a state of panic, she yelled at the boys to start throwing snow inside to put it out and went to get the water hose; completely ignoring the fact Kat was in the middle of the inferno.

The younger boys stayed outside because they were too afraid but started making snowballs as fast as they could and passed them to the older boys who started throwing them inside. No matter how many they threw, the snow would evaporate before it hit the floor. It was the water from the hose that started making progress, some of it collected on the burnt rug next to Kat, jolting her from her shocked daze. She shut her eyes and whispered in an almost broken voice "Someone...please....make it stop." At that moment the windows cracked from the heat and she screamed stop so loud it made her throat hurt. A gust of cold air burst around the room like a tornado, putting out the fire and freezing everything around her. The tree, the couch, the rug and the stream of water bursting out of the house all turned into still crystallized pieces of art. The woman and the kids all dropped to the floor, too stunned to react. Time seemed to stop. Kat opened her eyes and saw glittering ice everywhere, even the fire had frozen in wave like shapes, before collapsing.

So begins...

Katherine Silverleaf's Story

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Character Portrait: Marshall Stevens Character Portrait: Utrien Qualiente Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Jurou Kawaguchi Character Portrait: Michael G. Haddock Character Portrait: Amelia Dunston Character Portrait: Caelan McManus

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The plan was going well. The site sight of those beautiful wings was amazing.It unfortunately distracted Marshall enough to where he didn't see the grin on Mike's face. Suddenly, without warning he took off and was doing an awesome aerial display, though it was hard to see from all the dust in the air, before landing and bowing. He had a huge grin, if it was possible he looked even cuter with the wings.

“So, how high up can you go?” Marshall asked in awe, hoping to antagonize another display out of him, though he was hoping for a slower display. His goal was for Mike to go as high as he could, hopefully high enough to where the group would look like ants, that should be about the right altitude. Marshall smiled and blushed a little bit as he looked Mike in the eyes when he asked him this. Then, for some reason, his visibility started to flicker once again.

"You should go as high as you can go and hold it for a minute to really show off your abilities."

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Character Portrait: Marshall Stevens Character Portrait: Utrien Qualiente Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Jurou Kawaguchi Character Portrait: Michael G. Haddock Character Portrait: Amelia Dunston Character Portrait: Caelan McManus

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Amelia tried to speed up her walking pace as the others all walked along side each other in front, but her short legs could only take her so far in one step, and so she hung back behind the three and walked alongside the other man who she hadn't noticed before back at the dorm. The new man had tentacles, which didn't come as a surprise to Amelia; she knew others had powers in this place. However it did make her think, why tentacles? Is this man a radio-active mutant? of the kind you hear of in comics and video games?, but aside from what she may have thought, he looked how Amelia felt; tired - but Amelia's kind of tiredness was not the kind from lack of sleep, hers was emotional tiredness, the kind that called for a good, long internal conversation with one’s self. But Amelia was getting none of that here. It seemed she would have to work up a way to get around the never-ending interruptions in this place.

As they all soon reached the courtyard, Amelia noticed that the red-headed lady and white-haired man from before were still here, and internally she frowned; it didn't feel right to barge in on their meditation. Though luckily, Marshall led the group to the other end of the courtyard, hopefully from here they wouldn't be too much of a disturbance. Once the group had decided to stop moving, Amelia sat and opened her book again, wondering what the rest of the group had planned for being here. It was only then, when Michael had sprouted wings and propelled himself into the air with a mighty whoosh of wind, then Amelia realised. They all came here for a showcase of each other’s powers, or at the very least, Michael's. As the winged man preformed his aerial stunts Amelia peered up to watch him. What he was doing seemed incredibly stupid; he was bound to get caught any minute now.

Despite Amelia's thoughts, Michael landed safely and gave a bow towards her and the others. Amelia could tell by the large grin on his face that flying was something Michael enjoyed, but it did look incredibly dangerous to be up so high, especially with guards surrounding the area. Once she was sure the show was over, Amelia went back to reading. Bringing the book up a little closer to cover her face, Amelia tried to hide from the others. She could have easily enough have hidden herself with her invisibility, but that was just it, Amelia didn't particularly want to show-case her power(s); she didn't see them as impressive - only necessary - and if she was honest to herself, she was starting to feel shy around this many people, especially since they were all males, and shirtless.

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Character Portrait: Marshall Stevens Character Portrait: Utrien Qualiente Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Jurou Kawaguchi Character Portrait: Michael G. Haddock Character Portrait: Amelia Dunston Character Portrait: Caelan McManus

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Utrien leaned back on the fence watching Michael soar. He must feel very free and relaxed up there. Away from the ground and problems. His eyes started to droop, as Michael landed and bowed with a satisfied expression. He stumbled close to Michael and hugged him from behind, careful not to crush his wings. "I have a question," he paused to blink."Can you take someone with you while you fly? And a follow up, can I be the first one?" he smiled a dopey smile. It would be a great experience to see what flying is like. He could nap later, this is more interesting.

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Character Portrait: Marshall Stevens Character Portrait: Utrien Qualiente Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Jurou Kawaguchi Character Portrait: Michael G. Haddock Character Portrait: Amelia Dunston Character Portrait: Caelan McManus

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Jurou simply laughed as Michael gave him a light shove, knowing very well they were both mucking around at this point. It was most fun playing around with Michael. That wink though, he was a bit more playful than he thought. The corner of his mouth rose into a half smile, raising a brow at the male. Well, that was a most nice thought though, of freely being allowed to, practically be all over the guy without him caring, sounded like fun really.

Suddenly his train of thought was cut off by Marshall telling them to catch up from being slow pokes, he grinned and did just that as they headed out in the court yard excitedly. Finally they were there in the open space, he loved it quite a lot and could already feel all his pent up energy wanting to escape. Inhaling then exhaling deeply, he was getting a good feel of the outdoors air. That was when he noticed two others outside, they seemed to be well acquainted with each other, what exactly were they doing though? He was curious but didn't want to disturb them and wow her hair. The female's red hair really felt like it was hypnotising him, it was so beautiful, she was beautiful. The guy with her seemed quite interesting, perhaps they were doing something rather serious? To avoid being caught staring, which would be embarrassing, he looked away and caught up to the others at the other side of the yard. He'd have to greet them some time in the future, he really wanted to know about those two.

ImageOnce they were there, he rolled up the sleeves of his jacket, simply out of habit and watched intently for Michael to show his power. That was when two quite large wings extended from his back and Jurou was staring, shocked and amazed. He was speechless as he watched the guy soar, up into the sky, completely not thinking about the guards that surrounded this prison of an Academy. His eyes were just, fixed on Michael. When he returned to the ground with a grin, a big smile formed on his face as he went up to the guy "holy crap Michael! That was so cool!" He felt like a big kid but he hadn't seen anything like that before. Sure he had abilities too, but he only knew of his own, he never grew up surrounded by people like himself, different, so it was new to him. He had never seen a person with actual wings before except for in movies and stuff, he honestly didn't think it was possible so it was quite a big surprise for him. He then noticed Utrien hug Michael from behind, asking if he could take him up with him and Marshall questioning how far up he could go. He would never be as brave as Utrien to go up that high via something so alien to him, it wasn't every day you went flying via angel boy now was it. But he most certainly did want to see that again. "Yeah can you do it again?! Please?" Jurou said encouragingly. He really wanted to see that again, it happened too fast.

In case Michael decided to do it again, he decided to step back and stood beside Amelia who was seated on the ground, simply reading, curious he peeked over her to see the name of the book and the contents inside, leaning a bit too forward without realising, he almost fell on top of the poor girl and quickly straightened himself up awkwardly. That was when he realised he hadn't gotten her name yet. "Hey um. I'm Jurou, I didn't catch your name yet, I wanted to ask at the pool area but you were real quick to leave." Jurou finally spoke up with a light chuckle at the end. As he spoke he watched the three from afar, waiting patiently for what they might do next.

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Character Portrait: Marshall Stevens Character Portrait: Utrien Qualiente Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Jurou Kawaguchi Character Portrait: Michael G. Haddock Character Portrait: Amelia Dunston Character Portrait: Caelan McManus

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Michael looked over his shoulder to Utrien, thoughtfully. To be honest he'd never actually tried to lift a whole person into the air the heaviest thing he'd ever took into the air was a school bag full of books and that was only once when he was terribly late. Thinking on it though he did remember it being quite cumbersome not because of the weight but because of the instability and drag it caused on him. The books moreso than the bag. His wings where incredibly powerful and plenty large. Capturing the lift enough for two people of his size to simply glide in one direction would be no problem but gathering the lift and strength to fly upwards as he does would be impossible and he feared that banking either way would cause them to spiral for the ground. "I don't think I can carry anyone at least not very far. Maybe if I practiced lifting bigger things and controlling more powerful winds I'd able to."

“So, how high up can you go?”

"You should go as high as you can go and hold it for a minute to really show off your abilities."

Michael bit his lip and looked to Marshall curiously, a soft smile on his pale face. "I can go up higher than any plane, but it's freezing up there I don't stay up there for more than a few minutes. You wouldn't see me way up there though but I'll go up high. And...I can't exactly 'hold it' I need lift speed brings lift only hummingbirds and dragonflies can hover. I'll glide as slow as I can though once I'm up."

He gestured for Utrien to stand back and once he was out of the way he flexed his wings. He crouched low for a second time and took off, this time his wings flapped to keep his momentum going up higher and higher and higher. The air gradually cooled around him and blew first more wild then more still. He looked down. He could see the entirety of the school from that height. He glided lower in a gentle circles, slowly, hardly flapping his wings at all. He peered down at the group circling the courtyard, they where little more than specs loitering in a sand pit.

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Character Portrait: Marshall Stevens Character Portrait: Utrien Qualiente Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Jurou Kawaguchi Character Portrait: Michael G. Haddock Character Portrait: Amelia Dunston Character Portrait: Caelan McManus

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As Mike took off Marshall flickered a little bit then faded to completely invisible. As he did he looked around at the others. As he thought no one suspected a thing as he was “glitching” and faded away.
“Perfect.” He whispered to himself. He then used his telekinesis to levitate himself rather quickly to Mike’s level in the sky. He followed Mike till he got to his highest point and the people looked like little specks. As he began to glide down in wide slow circles Marshall went around a few laps with him until he matched his pace perfectly flying right underneath him on his back looking right into his eyes. He slowly allowed himself to become visible again, appearing right in front of Mike’s face.

“Well, I do have to admit, the view is …breathtaking.” He said watching him freak out a little bit.

“So this is what I have to do to get a moment alone with you; be sneaky, sly and manipulative? Because that is so…” He trailed off as he was distracted by the look on Mike’s face. The utter shock and disbelief were just so damn cute. Mikes mouth was hanging open ever so slightly and Marshall just couldn’t resist the temptation, he‘d been planning to wait until after he had made a joke or two before making a move on him. He levitated a little higher and reached one arm around Mike’s waist and the other around his neck, placing the palm of his hand against the back of his head. He levitated enough to close the gap between them and kissed him. It was a short kiss, but incredibly passionate.

“… worth it.” He said breathlessly finishing his statement from earlier.

“I’m so sorry I just… wait. No I’m not; that was fucking amazing. No way am I sorry for doing that, though I did want to wait ‘til after I flirted a little more.”

Marshall continued to move along with Mike smirking like crazy. To say Mike looked shocked would be the understatement of the century. He held back his laughter and himself waiting for the flood of questions and probably a good natured slap or punch on the shoulder he deserved for what he had just done.

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Character Portrait: Katherine Silverleaf Character Portrait: Caelan McManus Character Portrait: Passha Leolore

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Passha looked at the ceiling, and closed her snake-like eyes, focusing her anger into her finger tips, she shot a fireball from her finger tips, into the ceiling. ”I think I’ll go outside and do this” she mumbled. Passha got up and walked through the noisy hallway and outside of the prison like building. She found her way to a bench and picked up a stick, then set it on fire, her fingers also on fire, not really affecting her, she tried to turn the flame from orange to white, concentrating hard on the flames. ”Ugh!” she screamed in frustration, putting the fire out, she took a lollipop from behind her ear, unwrapped it, threw the wrapper on the ground, putting the ruby red lollipop into her mouth, showing her snake fangs, two snakes sprouted from her arms at once and sat on either side of her, as she set the stick on fire again, watching it go from orange to red.

As Passha stood there, begun setting her fingers on fire, concentraiting hard on trying to move the fire to her palm, as she stared at her fingers, one finger begun to extinguish, sending a small fire ball to her palm. This brought a smile to Passha's face, a real smile, "I've been trying to do this for years!" she exclaimed, completely over joyed, forgetting the energy she excerted, suddenly hitting her, her knees buckled, and she fell, her hands extinguished, she began to breathe deeply, and within minutes she was fine.