[Kakashi392]

Let the Rp begin.

The Story

The world as we know it is changing. Individuals with extraordinary abilities are emerging in the world with varying consequences for the individuals who discover them. Some of these individuals, advanced humans if you will, have shown the ability to fly, others demonstrated phenomenal feats of strength, others have super speed, while still other have shown more cerebral abilities like telepathy, telekinesis or to the ability to cancel out abilities all together.

Most of the worlds normal population is oblivious to the existence of these remarkable individual who hide in plain sight. For they know the person sitting next to them on the bus. A co-worker at thier job, and even friends at school are normal and most are but you would be able to tell just by looking. Some of these individuals could be classified as Heroes. These gifted individuals use their abilities as gifts to help and protect mankind. Others will hide their abilities in a vain attempt to live a normal lives, considering their gifts to be a curse as it tears sometimes slowly at the life they try so hard to keep. Still others will use their abilities for more sinister causes, setting out on paths of destruction, murder, and power. These individuals allow their gifts to consume them and become Villains or perhaps they we’re all along. Who will you be? What will you do? What journey will you take? Will you try to save the world or will you strive to create chaos for your own twisted pleasure? The choice is your yours, choose wisely.

Troku Himura / Tokyo Japan

Troku Himura the newly instated Ceo of Himura Telecommunication, the largest electronics soft and hardware firm in Asia, and the 3rd largest firm in all of the world sat in his office on the 53rd floor. In front of him on an oak wood desk was a sleek and powerful computer. On the screen Troku was watching as a program ran next to an infrared security photo. The photo it turned out had to be in infrared mode because the individual in question was an invisible man. Two weeks ago this man had killed his father and to Troku's frustration he was no closer to learning the identity of the man before him. His computer had been running through every database he could access for the last two weeks and still nothing and it was starting bother Troku.

"Who are you?" Troku asked rhetorically as the computer ran at lightspeed through the many databases. "Where are you, and what are you doing now?"

At that moment there was a knock at Troku's door.

"Come in," Troku said. The door swung open and his mother a women in her late 50's came in. Troku could see the worry in her face. "Are you alright mother?"

"You've been sitting at that computer for over 2 days now," Caitlen said. "Why don't you get some sleep the computer doesn't need you watching it. If the man who killed Kenji is in one of those database the computer will find him. You know about the saying a watched pot never boils"

As though on cue Troku had to cover a yawn. He was feeling very tired, his determination had been the only thing sustaining him but now at the mention of it from his mother he realized how how tired he really was. He looked at the computer for a moment then at his mother.

"You are wise as always mother," Troku said bowing "I will take your advice and take a nap on the couch."

His mother laughed and weeped at the same time. "You're just like your father," she said fondly. "He use to do the same thing all the time, work himself to the point of exhaustion and then sleep on the couch. Oh how I miss him."

"I miss him to mother," Troku said embracing his mother. "I promise you I will find his killer, and bring him to justice for his crimes."

Caitlen looked her son in the eyes and smiled. "I know you will my son. I know you will."

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IN
Seattle, a very calm and peaceful city. Adrian walked upon the streets. He moved from his town where he was born, he now lives in a far more peaceful neighborhood. He walked with his messenger bag around his shoulder. His dark-brown hair waving in the breeze. It was a perfect day.
Adrian lived alone in his apartment. He has no girlfriend, barely any close friends and his parents live far away. Even so, he is very happy to live where he does. He walked into his apartment building and took the lift up to the 12th floor, where his apartment was. The elevator stopped and Adrian walked towards his room. He took the key out of his pocket and opened the door.

The room was very smooth and gave a nice feeling. The floor was shining, he had a important match to watch on his TV. He threw his bag near the couch and walked into the kitchen. He heated his already pre-cooked lunch and grabbed some coke as he went to sit on the couch to watch his program. As he sat down comfortably, he looked around for the remote and noticed it was all the way on top of the TV.
"Crap..." He muttered out. He was sitting very nicely and didn't want to get up. He looked around for anybody, maybe the maid, but no one was there. He flicked his middle finger backwards and the remote flew too him. He grabbed it and turned the TV on, on ESPN.

As he watched his program and ate his lunch he sighed thinking about how nice of a day it was.

OoC: So, what should we do now?

[Nat9narutolover]

Ooc=Megz why the middle finger...

It was a nice summer day, the sun glimmered through the window. Asaya a girl of mere 17, lay on her messy bed in her dark puprple room. The wall bear and as well the room. She was on her stomach, a pencil in hand trying to figure out how to solve a certain math problem till she heard a nock on her door.

"Come in..." Asaya said.

Her mother, Julia in her late forties, walked in. "Dear," she said, "Your father and I have just took vacation time. Time off work and we were wondering if you would like to go on a vacation with us."

"No. Don't want to." Asaya said coldly

"Well," Her mother continued, "Then, what do think we would do? Do you think we're just going to leave you here for more then a month all alone?!" Julia's voice was augmenting into a scream.

"No, I expect you to trust me her, alone. I'm seventeen and well capable to stay home alone" Asaya emphasized on the word, "for more then a month. You can leave me here alone Julia." Asaya never seemed to call her mother by her real name. She did the same with her father.

"As you wish..." Her mother replied and left the room.

Asaya's long white hair drifed of her shoulders and sliped down and couvered her homework. Suddenly the phone rang. Her mother came into her room once again.

"Phone." She said

Asaya grabed the phone. It was her best friend's mother.

"I just wanted to make sure you were coming to the funeral this saturday..." The woman said crying

"I'll be there." Asaya said, her tone the same as when she talked with her mother. It never seemed to change these days. Once the lady hang up, Asaya dial another number. It rang a few times, yet no one answer. The recording came on: "Sorry we are not availible at this time. Please leave a message at the beep."

BEEP

"Hi Jen, It's Asaya." Asaya said into the phone, "I was just wondering if you were coming to the funeral... We could carpool or something. Anyways, just call me back."

She hang up and threw the phone on her bed. She went into a corner and curled up into a ball.

"So, Jen you're at the mall again..." She mumbled to herself.

[ichijin]

IN:
Just another pub, it seems his status as a criminal wasn't revealed to the public yet since no one recognised him. Either way, it was meaningless, he was to be on his way out of London very soon, already using his family's status he managed to get a private jet chartered to Japan. He always loved the designs that Japan had produced, the manga and the like. Throughout his life, he'd learned many languages, fluent in of course English, French and German. Well maybe it's time he continued to learn Japanese while he was over there.

He wasn't worried about his status as a criminal, his parents would just put a cover-up for him. Experiencing the sort of life where he was extremely detached from his parents, he didn't really see them as anything significant. Well the moment he's out of the country he doesn't have much to worry about, though after he turned 18 he became a stand-alone with close relations to his family. Meaning he became independant and making his own money. It was going great until police pulled him in, then soon later experiments were being proposed on him.

"Ah... So that's the time, here's for the whisky", he said, leaving the payment for his drink on the counter, without even turning back around. The barkeeper silently accepted it. Now, time to see Japan, and maybe a number of other countries at this rate.

[Nat9narutolover]

Asaya got up, paced around the room a few times and walked out of her room. She slowly step down the staires one at a time till she reached the bottom. Asaya was about to step out the door just when her mother walked out of the kitchen.

"And where do you think you're going young lady?" Her mother asked

"Outside." She replied dryly. Asaya never liked her mother, nor her father... Actually she never liked anyone. Except for only a few people she would get closly aquiented to.Only those few people knew what was underneath her cold self.

Once Asaya had reached the outside world, she walked to her favourite spot which was located on the other side of her big yard unfer a weeping willow. The sun peeked thrpugh the leaves of the tree causing then to glitter. Birds could heard cherping and so the crickets. It was like any other summer afternoon. Asaya sat down on the silthy damp grass, and lay her head on the tree. She looked towards the clear blue sky, there were no clouds in sight. There was once another day like this... She only vaguely remeber... It was so painful, she only tried to forget about it.

-Flash back-

"Come on!" Yelled a voice. It was Martha's. "You're such a slow poke Asaya! You need to train yourself to run like me!"

Asaya came minutes later gasping for air. "It's... n..-no fair..." She managed to make out. Once she had got enough air she said, "You're number one on the track and field team! It's not fair! I can't run like you!"

Martha giggled, then sat down on the green grass and stared at the sky. Asaya did the same.

"What you looking at?" Asaya asked curiously

"The sky..." Martha answered, "It's so blue. There's no puffy whitefluffy cloud there today. I would have liked some to be there... I love guessing their shapes."

Once Martha finished speaking she sat up.

"Here," She said handing Asaya a little box, "It's for you."

Asaya pushed herself upright and accepted the box. " What's it for?" She asked

"You're birthday!" Martha said smiling, "I have a track and field meet on your actual birthday and I wanted to give it to you now."

"Thanks a lot!" Asaya said. She opened the box to find a necklace. It was a crystal like orb with the letter 'A' inside. "It's beautiful Martha! Thanks so much!"

"I thought you'd like it!" She replied smiling as she help Asaya put it on.

-End of Flash Back-

Asaya touched the crystal orb that was hang around her neck. Martha was one of the unique people that Asaya shared her true self with. Now because of a worthless drunk truck driver, Martha was dead... Asaya had not been handeling this situation very well, but who would. After an hour Asaya made her her way back to the house. but she stop as her back pocket vibrated. it was her cell. She answered it.

"Hello?" A familiar voice said.

"Hey, Jen.." Asaya replied

"Hey, Asaya!" Jennifer Myers' voice struck out, "We can carpool to the funeral this saturday... I'll pick you up at 11 am, kay? That should give us enought time if the funeral starts at 1 pm."

"Ya, I agree... Thanks for calling. See you at school tomorow. Bye." Asaya hung up and replaced the cell back in her pocket. She entered the house and went into the living room, sat down and grabed the remote next to her. once the TV was turned on, Asaya watch the news of recent murders...

[Kakashi392]

Troku Himura / Tokyo

Troku had slept for about six hour on the soft leather couch in his office before getting up to check the computer search. To his great displeasure the program had still not matched the face to any data base and was still running. It was early in the morning Troku saw as he look our the window of the tall office building.

"Maybe I'll go for a workout" Troku thought to himself as he glanced at the computer screen again. "Maybe it will clear my head."

Jacob walked over to his a small dresser that contained several diffrenent styles of clothes. He pulled out a pair of light material jogging short and a light shirt. He walked to the bathroom and changed into them. Once he was ready Troku decided to use his ability to get down to the street. He had started to get the hang of folding space but he was still working on the targeting. Closing his eyes Troku focused on th sidewalk at the bottom of his office building and then in his mind counted down from 3,2,1,0.

When Troku opened his eyes Troku saw to his delight that he was exactly where he wanted to be. Troku looked up at his office 53 stories above and smiled.

"Who needs an elevator when I can do that," Troku said to himself with pride.

After relishing for several minutes in his success Troku took off running down the nearly deserted street. Most people we're home in bed at this hour except those that had to work at night or the night owls. Troku enjoyed this time of day. It was the one time of day when his life was his own. It was truely a liberating time.

"How did you do it father?" Troku asked himself remembering his father face and remembering what had happened to him less than a month ago. "How did you keep from going crazy with the weight of responsibility of running a business, and raising a family?" Troku continued to run a path down through town eventually entering a park. "I miss you father."

Troku had been running for an hour before finally coming to a stop. He was now about eight miles away from where he had started. If he wanted to Troku could run back to the office from where he was but Troku decided to take the fast path and as he had done before Troku closed his eyes this time focusing on his office and again counted down from 3. When he opened his eyes again he was standing in his office staring out the window. It was a few moments before Troku noticed that his computer was beeping at him. Troku turned around and walked over to the computer a smile crossing his face.

"I finally know who you are", Troku said with satisfaction....

[ichijin]

IN:
Night struck Tokyo, the play of lights and the garden of the night illuminated the streets of Tokyo. Advertisements swung high and residents began heading home, perhaps getting something to eat at a time like this. One of his family's mansions, which he himself chose, at one time he used this for a special event that invited designers from across the globe. That was quite a few years ago of course, but the trusted butler and maids at the mansion were keeping the mansion well maintained. Renchard's mansion was located in a busy area of Tokyo, although it seemed more like an office building, he chose it personally since he got a good view of the urban lifestyle from above. Though it really was an office building, for his father's business of course, which was shipping and trading raw materials, this was one of the branches in Tokyo.

"Hah... I don't think I have to worry about anything here", relaxed Renchard, as he sat down on the couch. A pile of books on Japanese lifestyle and the language itself lay on the coffee table, with some stationery. It was clear that he was going to study, he never liked to study, though it changes when he's interested in it.

[Nat9narutolover]

Asaya lay on the couch, sound asleep. She must of drifed off while she was trying to watch TV. It was very boring and she was tired, so obviously she fell into a slumber. Asaya awakened. THe moonlight streamed through the grand window. It illuminated the whole room. Asaya yawned, then streched her arm in the air. She got up, slouching and walked over to the light switch, turned it on. She noticed a white piece of papper on the coffee table in front of the TV. Asaya then went back, grabed the paper and let herself fall into the couch.

It was a note from her parent and it read: "Dear Asaya, our plane ticket got messed up, the stupid system is all junk, so we had to leave earlier then we had expected. We left now. I'm sure you wouldn't have wanted us to wake you. So whenever you shall receive this note call us on our cell phone. It doesn't matter which one. We will always have it open while we visite the artic. I'm not sure if it will work down there, but it is worth a shot. Anyways, I'm running out of space on the page so, stay safe and eat well!
Regards,

Your mom and dad."

Asaya dialed her mom cell phone number on the homephone. Her mother immidietly picked up.

"Hello? Asaya?" She said

"Yes, it's me Julia." Asaya said bitterly

"Asaya, don't call me Julia... Anyways, we are off I just wanted to say farewell. and your father as well. So, you better eat right! Lots of fruits and vegies! And we added yet some more money to your spending account so while we're gone you can buy supplies that you need."

"Okay..." Was her simple reply

"Well, then we got to bord the plane!" Her mom said, "Bye honey!" She continued while her father chimmed in with her.

"Bye..." Asaya said faintly as she hung up. She then put the phone back on it's charger and shut the curtain of the window, then walked back to her room and went on her laptop. She searched up the name of somone that was recently murdered. It grabed her attention on the news... And she didn't want to do her homework so it gave her a perfect destration from, not only her homework but her whole life situation.

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Ellie Hayes/ Sydney

It was late afternoon, and Ellie Hayes was at work. She had a part time after school job working in a retro music store. She loved the job really. A lot more than she liked school at least. As she was reorganizing a section of the CD’s during a lull in business, her friend Sam came into the shop. The blonde boy walked over to her grinning. “Soooo Ellie, are ya gonna come to the concert with us tonight? Its gonna be an amazing show!”

“You know I can’t Sam.” Ellie said looking at him with a slightly annoyed expression on her face. “There will be too many people… If something happens, I may react… People could find out…” She looked around to make sure no one was listening to their conversation.

“You should come Ellie. You can’t live the rest of your life being afraid of people finding out what you can do. I think you would be more accepted than you may think…” he trailed off a bit at the end of the sentence as a customer walked into the store.

“Let me know if you need help finding anything.” Ellie called out to the customer. Turning back to the CD’s she said softly to Sam. “You didn’t talk to me for two weeks after you found out. I don’t think everyone is going to be as accepting as you think.”

She moved to a different rack of disks with Sam in her wake. “You go to the concert hun. Have a great time. You can tell me all about it later!” She said in her most cheerful voice as she elbowed him in the arm.

“Alright.” he said looking at her skeptically. “Talk to you later.”

Ellie lost track of time as she continued organizing the racks of CD’s and records in between helping customers. As her shift ended, she grabbed her messenger bag and pulled her walkman and headphones out of it. She slung the bag over her shoulders so it crossed her body and rested on her hip. Turning her walkman on and placing her headphones over her ears she began to walk home.

As she brushed a strand of her bright pink hair out of her face, she thought about what would happen if people ever found out she could heal people just by touching them. Or worse if they found out she could generate fire from her palms.

They would be afraid of the fire. I would be afraid of the fire. The healing is tolerable I guess. But what if someone tries to exploit it… I mean it could be a valuable skill right? I guess I could tell mom and dad, just to see how people would react. But what if they freak. Of course they would freak. Eh I guess its still best that only Sam knows.

She shoved her hands in her pockets and kept walking towards her house, losing herself in the music along the way.

[Kakashi392]

Troku Himura / Tokyo

Troku took a seat at he desk and began moving his fingers over the keys pulling up the personel file of the man that had kill his father. His name was Dimitri Wallace, age 36, a professional assassin who had been linked to at least 50 assassination around the world. He is considered a ghost as very few people have ever seen his face and many speculate that he doesn't really exist. Troku read through the file looking for any thing that might point to who he was currently working for now, but sadly there wasn't much to see.
Troku frowned his joy at discovering the identity of his fathers kill had been replaced by dissappointment at not knowing where to look next. As Troku sat and focused on the profile trying to spot something that he may have missed. At that moment there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Troku said.

At that moment a man in a grey suit, a brief case and a slimy lawyer type aura opened the door and came in. He bowed down his crooked nose at Troku

"Mr. Himura, my name is Ichigo Yamikoto", the lawyer said. "I was your fathers attorney and before he was murdered he gave this to me." Opening his suitcase Mr. Yamikoto produced an unmarked DVD. "Would you like me to stay and review it with you?"

"No, you can go Mr. Yamikoto", Troku replied taking the disc from the lawyer.

Mr. Yamikoto bowed and after closing his suitcase left the office.

Troku walked over and slid open a hidden panel in the wall that concealed a large flat panel TV, and a dvd player. Troku put the disc in the machine and pressed the play button. Moments later an image of Kenji appeared on the TV.

"Hello my son, if you are seeing this DVD, it means that I have failed and am now dead. In this my last will and testament, I must inform you of the things that I have come to learn. In recent years I have become aware of a conglomuration of companies who have learned about our kind. Not only are they aware of us but they also wish to use us, experiment on us for reasons I have not yet discovered. While I don't know all the players involved I do know one major player involved her name is Miranda Williams the Ceo, of an American firm known as Fiberware Incorporated a leader in electronic and genetics research. She is a savy and shrewd business woman who rose to the top very quickly, and is very dangerous. Unfortunately, that is all the information I can give you, I hope it will be enough. Good bye my son, and good luck."

With that the screen faded to black leaving Troku to ponder the message his father had left him.