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can we decide how our characters powers work or are there guides for each one?

In general the way powers work can be individual for each character, since there can be variations in each mutation. So for example, characters with fire manipulation can have different ways of ‘activating’ their power. Some could need to be near fire in order to activate their ability and some might be able to generate it as part of their ability. For the most part the types of variations are up to each individual player but if there’s anything you’re unsure about just send a message! 

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NAME: Peter Lyons AGE: 30 SPECIES: Mutant ABILITY: Zooligualism  GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male, He/Him OCCUPATION:  Environmental Scientist at the Botanical Gardens FACECLAIM: Ben Whishaw BACKGROUND:

As a child, Peter never thought of himself as different, at least not in the mutant sense. He had always assumed that everyone could speak to animals. Until fourth grade, his friends and family all played along, thinking that the boy simply had an active imagination. It was hard for teachers and guardians alike to recognize his mutation for what it was due to the fact that he was moved around a lot. The son of a drug addict, Peter bounced from family member to family member, foster family to foster family, until he finally ended up with a nice family that would go on to adopt him.

It was this family that would realize that he had a mutation, that he could actually talk to animals. Being opposed to the mutant segregation, Peter’s adopted family made sure to keep his powers a secret, stressing that he do the same. Throughout high school and college, Peter kept his secret, talking to pets and wild animals only when he was sure no one was watching. Soon enough, he became the person to go to if you needed a pet sitter. Cat stuck in a tree? Send for Peter Lyons. Dog not wanting to take a bath? The Lyons boy would be able to help. With his amazing animal skills, everyone assumed that Peter was destined to be a veterinarian.

Peter knew differently though. While he wanted to be a veterinarian his health didn’t allow for it. Born HIV positive, a trait given to him by his mother, it wasn’t possible for him to be a vet. Instead, he settled for the next best thing, an environmental scientist. While it came with its own risks it didn’t have the same strict rules as being a veterinarian did. Soon enough, Peter had graduated college and began looking for a job.

In the end, it was the job search that outed him to the government. He had been recommended for a job at a national park and the officials there had noticed that his connection with animals was a little bit too strange to be normal. Immediately, Peter was brought in for questioning and given a choice: move to Arcadia or face being arrested for hiding from the government. Unsurprisingly, Peter chose Arcadia. While unhappy with the move, he is thankful for the fact that he is still “free” although he often wonders what’s happening outside of the city limits, wishing he could go back to the life he had before.

TRAITS: Outspoken, Loyal, Trusting, Absent-Minded, Clumsy, Disorganized

AVAILABILITY: Taken by Asher

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NAME: Jesse Waters AGE: 19 SPECIES: Mutant ABILITY: Siren Song  GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male, He/Him OCCUPATION: Freelance Musician   FACECLAIM: Grant Gustin BACKGROUND:

Born to a preacher and church organist, Jesse has had religion thrown at him since he was born - especially considering he was in the epicenter of religion: Birmingham, Alabama. He was the perfect little church boy, always attending church on Sundays and other weekly activities where he would play with the other kids. He never found his life to be particularly exciting. That is, until he attending church camp his Freshman year of high school.

The idea was simple and appeasing to parents in the church: send your kids to a bible camp for three weeks where they can learn about God and spiritual beliefs while the adults get a break and chance to destress. For the kids, it was a chance to have some freedom and let loose without prying eyes over them at all times. Of course, there were a few kids who felt like they had to stick to the rules provided by the counselors; Jesse was one of those people. He saw no fun in sneaking out at night to go down by the lake and drink with the older kids or skipping out on a bible group meeting; to him, this is what he thought every year that he went to camp. Until he met Clay Bradshaw, a Junior at a high school in Pelham.

Jesse wasn’t out of shape or anything, but he wasn’t physically fit. He was lanky and not very tall, hiding himself in loose fitting clothes unless it was his Sunday best. Clay, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. He was a baseball player at his school, and he looked the part. He was 6’4, tanned from his days out on the field, and well built. The two met after having been assigned as cabin mates for the duration of the stay. There was something odd about Clay, something Jesse couldn’t put his finger on. He didn’t say a whole lot to anyone at the camp, really, and kept his nose in his book when back in the cabin.

One Sunday evening, after supper, Jesse came back to the cabin to do his nightly reading and get ready for bed. As he walked down the short gravel pathway that lead to the old wooden door, he could see the lamplight from one of the windows. Clay was waiting for him and asked Jesse if he would like to go swimming with him and a few other guys that evening. As stubborn as he is, he downright refused until Clay promised that there wasn’t going to be any alcohol involved.

Thus began the moment that Jesse Waters felt a change in himself. He actually had fun that didn’t involve singing a hymn or playing guitar for his worship service. He let himself go and felt what it was like to be himself. But he also felt something else… a strange shift in his gut he didn’t really know how to describe - a tightening when he hung out with Clay.

That feeling continued to come back every time he was with the boy. He would catch himself sitting in his bed and looking over his bible to watch the baseball player mindlessly flip through his novel, the way his fingers would trace the cover of the book as he let himself get caught up in the action within those pages. Jesse had no way describe what that feeling was because he never felt it before. He thought he was getting sick - but an answer came to him the second week of camp.

Jesse was standing in front of a floor length mirror, practicing his violin. He liked to watch how he moved; there was something about making sure his technique was right all around. He was playing “Jesu Sweet” by Gustav Holst, humming along with the vocal line - meant for a Soprano but he’ll be singing it in church next month, taking the octave down. He was a passionate player, letting his eyes shut and instinct take over. After playing the piece, he opened his eyes to see the reflection of Clay staring at him, his mouth hanging open. The two locked eyes, and electric surge travelling even through the medium of the mirror.

He doesn’t remember much about that night, except that there was an entanglement of limbs, and undiscovered feelings.

Clay and Jesse kept in contact after leaving camp, constantly texting each other and sending sweet messages to each other. It didn’t last long until his parents found out about the boy’s romance.

Jesse left his phone on the counter when he received a message from Clay, a message anyone wouldn’t want their parents to see. He was called downstairs by his father’s booming voice.

Things didn’t go over well for Jesse, but it could have been worse. His parents didn’t understand why he didn’t tell them sooner about this “phase” he was going through, because they knew they could help him. They took his phone, cutting off all contact with Clay. He was to focus on school and the good Lord, they told him. He was sent to have meetings with a therapist once a week to discuss his progress in overcoming his “sinful urges.”

But the moment that changed everything was the day Jesse performed “Jesu Sweet” in front of his entire congregation. The violin was a skill his mother had taught him at a young age and she had coached him vocally since then as well, so it was no surprise the boy had talent. What shocked everyone occurred the moment Jesse opened his mouth to sing. He never saw it happen, but everyone else can recall the exact moment that their minds drew blanks, that their bodies shifted as one towards the sound of Jesse’s voice.

As the final notes sliced through the air and the congregation fell out of their trance, they began to murmur and whisper. Sitting center in the front row, looking horrified, were Jesse’s parents. Wasting no time they pulled him off the stage and to the car, driving him home.

His father and mother fought the whole time back to the house, and they only got louder as soon as they were behind closed doors. He was sent up to his room and told to wait there until he was called back. From upstairs, Jesse could hear them say things such as “he’s like your freak sister” and “why didn’t we know?”

Jesse was never called back downstairs.

The next day he woke up to an empty house and a note taped to his door; “Your mother and I have a meeting with some of the elders. Pack your bag. Your ride will be here at 3.”

Jesse wasn’t one to disobey his parents, so he packed a small bag including toiletries just in case. He had no idea who would be here at three, but he waited outside on the porch swing fifteen until. A sleek black car pulled up and parked on the edge of the street. Walking towards the vehicle, he looked around his street. People were standing in their doorways, watching him with fearful eyes and clutching their loved ones. Opening the passenger side back door, Jesse slid in and glanced at his house. He had no idea this was going to be the last time he’d ever see it or his neighbors.

Things then became an even bigger blur for Jesse, as he was taken to a whole new town he had never heard of before. He didn’t know where he was exactly, just that the place was called Arcadia and apparently his mother’s sister, his aunt, lived there. And now he was to live with her.

TRAITS: Imaginative, Indecisive, Sympathetic, Sweet, Melancholic, Depressed

AVAILABILITY: Taken by Chase

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NAME: Brently Fraser AGE: 23 SPECIES: Mutant ABILITY: Persuasion GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male, He, Him, His. OCCUPATION: Bartender FACECLAIM: Cameron Monaghon BACKGROUND:

Brently was born to Bianca Fraser along with his sister Brooklyn. He was a happy child although he knew there was something wrong with mother. Their camping trips sleeping in the park and the strange men that came around and were a little too friendly and never stayed. It all just didn’t’ add up but he kept smiling to protect his little sister. Keeping her safe and happy was an easy thing to control so he did until the day their mother died. They didn’t get picked up from school and he just felt in his gut something was wrong and later that day, they told them their mother had been found dead. What he had never been sure of until that moment was that his mother was a drug addict and there was nothing he could have done.

They were moved into Foster care it took a couple families to finally find a place that stuck. One good thing was he discovered art there. His foster mother was an artist and she showed him how one could show their feelings through art and never have to show it to the world. In the end, he knew he had to protect his sister though he loved her.. The family, mainly his foster mother grew quickly afraid of his sister however when she told them she could talk to technology. It made no sense to him but he just knew his sister wasn’t lying, something was happening and he was right. His sister was a mutant but something bigger he didn’t know, he was too. He had the power of Persuasion. He could convince anyone to anything he wanted them to do. When the social worker wanted to separate the twins at any time, he made sure that didn’t happen no matter the cost which usually meant another crappy home willing to accept an older boy AND girl with obvious problems..

Brently just figured he was good at getting people to do what he wanted them to until he convinced a social worker who told them they had to be separated and was easily convinced to keep them together with just one word from him. He knew not to use his power too often but he couldn’t really help it if he really wanted something. It was an easy power to hide, unlike his sisters. Controlling technology is a big deal when your foster parents catch you controlling their computer. It wasn’t long before they were sent away again.. together Brentley made sure. This time their sister found them a place where their powers didn’t have to be a secret, Arcadia.

Brently doesn’t trust Arcadia. He feels people never do something nice without wanting something in return. He is happy his sister finally has a place where she can feel safe but he knows it’s his job to make sure she stays happy. In his gut, he feels like something is wrong and at any moment he and his sister will have to leave Arcadia but he tries to stay hopeful because his sister is. He just hopes she’s right.

TRAITS: Intelligent, Resourceful, Charming, Vain, Manipulative, Impulsive

AVAILABILITY: Taken by Tyler

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NAME: Brooklyn “Brooks” Fraser   AGE: 23 SPECIES: Mutant ABILITY: Techopathy GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female, She/her OCCUPATION: Electronics Repairwoman FACECLAIM: Madelaine Petsch BACKGROUND:

Brooklyn had never been sure that she was the youngest of her and her twin brother, but she had always been sure that Brently was her big brother.  It was just one of the many things that their mother had never actually told them.  From what Brooklyn could tell they had a happy childhood, complete with camping trips in the park and various friends to meet of her mother’s.  Little did she know the truth of the situation: that their mother was a drug addict.  Their camping trips were the times that they had been evicted.  The “friends” of her mother were the different men that she slept with – whether it be for drugs or to try and get the twins a father.  It wasn’t until the middle of first grade when the woman never came to pick her and Brently up from school that Brooklyn even realized that there was a problem.  The police found the woman dead the next day and that was the point that everything went downhill.

It was in her second foster home that Brooklyn started to realize that she could hear the television talking to her.  And while she tried to explain it to her foster parents, she didn’t have the words to explain it past she could hear voices that nobody else could hear, as a result scaring the parents into wanting to get rid of her but keep Brently.  It never made sense to Brooklyn how they both were moved together, however the houses that they were placed in from that point on weren’t anywhere worth mentioning.   Despite the various horrible adults that they were placed with, Brooklyn slowly began to try to understand her powers.  She’d read books on electronics that she got from libraries as an escape, she’d play with the television or computers whenever nobody was around.  And slowly she started to not only figure things out, but also find all of it fascinating.  Brooklyn had learned quickly to keep her abilities a secret, afraid of being taken away from her brother once and for all, however one day she had gotten too engrossed in what she was doing and didn’t realize that her foster parents watched.  Scared of the fact she seemed to be controlling the computer, thinking that she was some sort of hacker, she once again was reported to the government.  However, this time the right word was used in describing her: “mutant.” And in doing that the twins were sent to Arcadia.

Coming to Arcadia was like an entirely new world for her. Brooklyn had never thought that there was a place for people like her, and that piece of knowledge caused her to thrive. It was a place where she could talk without being afraid that people would call her crazy – and she could truly feel like she was herself.  Brooklyn started working almost immediately after graduating high school, using her powers to not only fix computers but also start to build them herself.  The life that she ended up with was well worth the wait in her opinion, and for now she’s optimistic to what the future holds.  Just as long as her brother is always by her side.

TRAITS: Intelligent, Scrupulous, Quirky, Impatient, Guarded, Anxious

AVAILABILITY: Taken by Ash

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NAME: Beatrix “Bee” Golan AGE: 18 SPECIES: Mutant. ABILITY: Enhanced Senses GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis female, She/Her/Hers. OCCUPATION: Archivist for the Arcadia Police Station. FACECLAIM: Kathryn Prescott BACKGROUND:

Whatever made Bee the way she was, it didn’t come from Elsie and Theodore Golan.

They were a normal couple in a perfectly normal suburban town, and all they wanted was a normal future with normal children. Until Bee came along, that dream was achieved word for word. Their first child, Brandon, was ordinary, just like they’d wanted. He frolicked about, riding his bicycle around town and eating ice cream with his schoolmates after baseball practice.

When their second child came along a few years later, a pale, sickly little thing that they named Beatrix, it took a while for them to figure out that something was wrong. The baby didn’t like silly noises being made at them, high-tech toys that lit up brightly, even being laid in her crib. She was hurt easily, cried easily, went almost hysteric when brought into large public areas. Puzzled and worried for their daughter’s health, the Golans clung to the only explanation that seemed logical to them: Beatrix is poorly. She was born with a weak immune system.

Bryan, the Golans’ third (and last) kid was, like their first, nothing short of normal. Which made their middle child stand out all the more.

Bee found herself an outcast from her schoolfellows from a young age. She avoided pupils that were sick with the flu as if it were the Black Death, and refused to touch the cafeteria food (“It tastes like aluminum canning!”). The smallest of collisions gave her severe bruises, and she and insisted on wearing earplugs at all times— even during lessons, claiming that her ears hurt. Being sociable and bright was in her nature, but this other thing— this thing that made her jumpy and breakable, she had no idea what it was. But it forced her to stand back from others her age. From a normal life.

It built up to a point where the girl, aged eight, entered a crowded store with her mother and a severe sensory overload episode took over. The Golans took her to the hospital, where the doctors tried but could find no other explanation than the lie they had told themselves for the past decade: that she was just naturally unwell.

A few years later, when it all seemed to have returned to normal, a government official came to the Golan family’s home. He claimed to be part of a medical regimen seeking to heal people like her, and though it was a difficult decision, Elsie and Theodore finally agreed that sending the girl away for “treatment” was the best thing to do (not that it was their choice, really).

Bee was brought to Arcadia at the young age of ten, a little girl dragging a stuffed rabbit behind her with one hand and a half-packed suitcase in the other. Initially she pined for home, for family, for friends that she’d left behind, but over time, she found herself becoming more and more used to this new environment. The others alongside her looked out for her, treated her kindly, and helped her to deal with her powers (not odd health issues, but powers) and the girl grew up happy. Bee was taught to be proud, to accept who she was— Arcadia being a large part of that.

After taking up several odd jobs, she sought to make herself useful by joining the police force, but after being unable to pass many of the tests, managed to land herself a place as an archivist instead. When not roaming the archive halls, Bee can be found purchasing little bits of this and that in the local stores, working to try her hand at new activities, and wandering through the park.

TRAITS: Determined, Perceptive, Warm-Hearted, Vulnerable, Excitable, Childish

AVAILABILITY: Taken by Soomin

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TASK 001. AN UNEXPECTED JOURNEY. 

There is a knock on your front door; it wakes you from sleep, and for a second you are sure you’ve imagined it. But a fist pounds against the wood once more and you scramble from beneath bed sheets, pulling something warm about your shoulders as you reach the door. When you open it you find people dressed in suits, unfamiliar and out of place, waiting with a letter which they deliver to your hands. “You can leave,” they tell you, in a matter-of-fact tone, “there’s a car waiting. You don’t have to stay here anymore.”

What would your character do if they were woken in the middle of the night and told they could leave Arcadia? They have ten minutes to pack before the car leaves, so what do they bring? Where do they go once they leave? What are their plans? How do they feel about the opportunity to go? Are they suspicious? Do they even want to leave? If they leave, do they ever want to come back? 

Your answer to this task can be written as a self-para, a commentary, a series of bullet points -- any way you want to! It is not mandatory and is simply a way for you to become more familiar with your character’s motives, feelings, and actions in certain situations. If you do complete this task don’t forget to tag the post with ‘arcadiastasks’ so everyone can see!

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NAME: Maria Lee AGE: 26 SPECIES: Mutant ABILITY: Water Manipulation GENDER & PRONOUNS: female, she/her OCCUPATION: Manhattan lawyer – in Arcadia, vocally unemployed, full-time bitter patron of the local coffee shop FACECLAIM: Kim Seul Gi BACKGROUND:

Maria was brought up in the suburbs of Seattle to hard-working Korean immigrants. Almost as soon as she was born, her parents started in on their regime to make Maria the Best Person She Could Possibly Be. They played classical music by her crib from dusk ‘til dawn, they had French language tapes playing in the background whenever Maria was nearby, and they signed her up for every curricular activity they could find. By the age of 12, Maria was fluent in not only Korean, English, French, and Mandarin, but she also had a black belt in taekwondo, had won multiple chess competitions, and could play Chopin on the piano in her sleep… a fact her family confirmed when they found her sleep-walking outside in the rain from all the stress.

While most parents might ease off on the pressure, Maria’s parents did the opposite. They put a lock on her bedroom door and signed her up for tutoring in every class.  She averaged 6 hours of sleep per week, but Maria never complained. Her parents had done a good job raising her, as they proudly proclaimed to all the other parents of slightly less driven children. Maria had fully taken on board the ideals that hard work and obsessive rule following would manifest her perfect life. She had lofty ambitions – she wanted to be a high-powered lawyer and live in Manhattan. She wanted to have a beautiful apartment with a view of other skyscrapers housing people who slept just as little as she did.  She wanted the American dream – the more you devote to capitalism, the more capitalism pays you back.  And so she worked hard and became bossier and more high-strung the closer she came to them.

She graduated high school early and went to Harvard University.  Years passed, filled with internships, awards, and sleepless nights. She graduated cum laude from Harvard and was accepted into Harvard law where she continued her streak of insomnia and excellence.  She wasn’t worried by the fact that she would often wake up in the shower, soaking wet – she had been sleep walking most of her life and she assumed it was just a sign of weakness she hadn’t yet been able to cut out of her lifestyle. Nothing would hold her back from reaching her goals. Finally, at the age of 25, she was offered a job at Banksman & Bros., the firm she had always dreamed of joining. 

She could barely afford her little, cockroach-ridden, 6th-floor walk up apartment, but she was living in Manhattan. Her insomnia and sleeping patterns had grown more worrying, and she noticed that when she was particularly stressed she tended to zone out and stare at the nearest bodies of water she could find, from the ocean/rivers, running sinks, and even to generic water bottles. She had no idea what her preoccupation with water was, but she filed it away in the back of her mind as something she should probably see a therapist about eventually – not a priority.

But the more she tried to push herself and ignore the ever-darkening circles under her eyes, the more her “fits” occurred. Even her boss started noticing them. Bruce Banksman, the privileged white boy who had inherited his Daddy’s law firm with barely a lift of his pinky, was particularly keen on harassing her for her “dumb” moments, as he put them. Bruce loved bossing Maria around, giving her all of his work and then taking credit for it, and haranguing her if he ever noticed her “dumbing” out.  Maria started sleeping less, often ending up working through the night at the firm so that she could get all of her and Bruce’s work done. Then one day at a meeting, after three weeks of Maria only going home twice to sleep for three precious, brief hours, Maria snapped. 

Businessmen surrounded her, all pompously self-congratulating themselves over a case Maria could have won in half the time if she’d been given the opportunity, when something in her cracked.  She stood up, and all the water in the bottles around her exploded. Rain outside started pummeling against the building and cracks edged across the floor-to-ceiling glass window, and one tiny slice of plastic from the destroyed water bottles pierced squarely into the forehead of Bruce Banksman. Maria knew it had been her fault, knew something was wrong, but all she could do was laugh at the ridiculous sight of wet businessmen in wilting suits angrily posturing around her.

That night, men in suits arrived at her tiny little apartment. She had no time to prepare, and the next thing she knew she was in Arcadia. Once she’d slept a few hours and realized what had happened, she was furious.  How dare the government stop her from working towards her goals? She could have explained away her fit as some sort of mental break. Businessmen had them all the time – it was a symptom of stress and insomnia, nothing to worry about. Deep down she knew she wasn’t normal, but she refused to accept that she was a freak, and she wanted out of this town full of people who seemed perfectly happy getting fat on burgers full of trans fat rather than actually doing anything with their lives. Ever since Maria’s arrival, she has been desperately seeking a way out of this hellhole.

TRAITS: Neurotic/Type A, Bossy, High Energy, Loud-mouthed, Hard-Working, Self-Absorbed, Driven, Ambitious, Sarcastic, Blunt, Charming/Well-spoken when she wants to be, Arrogant, Impatient, Grumpy

AVAILABILITY: Taken by Katy

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NAME: Lachlan ‘Lockie’ Gillies AGE: 34 SPECIES: Human GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male, he/him OCCUPATION: Self-employed ‘vlogger’ FACECLAIM: Ryan Kwanten BACKGROUND:

Lachlan, better known as Lockie to his friends and family, grew up in Edinburgh, Scotland, though he later moved to the states after gaining a scholarship in Performing Arts at a Drama Institute in San Diego, California. Growing up, Lachlan favoured film over much else, loving the classics, and the French style of film, though he took part in his high school’s football tournaments, as well as cross country. He frequently created short, indie films that he posted online, though they gained little attention at first. It was during Lachlan’s first year of drama school that he started gaining recognition for his short creative pieces, posting them to a revamped YouTube page that looked far more professional than an account under the username ‘legendarylockie’. As the follow count began to climb, other demands came in, and a year later Lachlan began a second channel to video-log his day to day life.

With Lachlan’s career taking off online, he announced through a video that he was dropping out of drama school. Lachlan went on to travel around the United States, as well as returning to Europe, for events and fan meet ups. The job allowed him to travel freely, and through it he cultivated a taste for adventure, filming the times he went kayaking, or surfing, or mountain climbing. Eventually, during a video in which he documented a New Years party in London, Lachlan met his girlfriend, Natalie. After that night, the two kept in contact over phone until Lachlan decided to frequent London City more and more. Natalie began to crop up in Lachlan’s videos often, as well as in pictures on his Instagram. A lot of his fanbase began to suspect the two were dating, and soon enough the two revealed it in a video on his channel.

For the next two years on YouTube, Lachlan continued to date Natalie. By the third, Natalie moved in to Lachlan’s rental pad in San Diego. Their relationship increasingly grew in popularity, with media outlets commenting on the two’s happiness, as well as the simplicity with which they lived their lives together. Lachlan’s vlogs gradually became Lachlan and Natalie’s. His girlfriend encouraged in him his passion for filmmaking, and after a period of time he began to focus more on his shooting. With a loyal following, it took very little for his short masterpieces to gain support, as well as validation, amongst other indie films. His most recognised piece, Heartbeats, inspired by his love for his girlfriend, was featured as the Cannes Film Festival one year, which Lachlan attended with Natalie. Cannes in France was also where Lachlan proposed to his girlfriend of six years.

The two packed up and moved to Los Angeles thereafter, into a bigger place that was more secluded from the public; more secure. Lachlan continued with his vlogs, though they were no longer daily as he could not keep up with the demands of daily recording, as well as what else his new life demanded. It was during their drive to a red carpet event that a truck, from seemingly out of nowhere, collided into the passenger’s side of the Uber they were in. Lachlan caught Natalie’s last few moments on camera, right before she was killed. Lachlan lost his leg. Whilst bed bound in hospital, the doctors fearing that Natalie’s death, as well as the loss of Lachlan’s leg, would leave him suicidal, Lachlan became obsessed with watching and reading anything and everything he could find on the incident. The more he delved, the more he became convinced that his fiancée’s death was no accident.

After a week on being cooped up in his infirmary room, his video camera was returned to him. That was when Lachlan really began believing that the car crash had been deliberate. Having stopped at a red light when the truck had hit them, Lachlan had pointed the camera at Natalie several seconds before the end. Behind her, on the bend of a sidewalk and looking dead into the lens of his camera, stood a man. It seemed minuscule, but right after the man appeared to wave his hands, the truck appeared. Over and over, Lachlan watched the clip, stopping it before the truck collided with Natalie’s car door. The man smirked! Lachlan attempted to tell the authorities, but all disregarded his ravings until he started shouting about mutants. Two days later, some officers came in to take Lachlan’s statement, then asked to see the tape for evidence. Lachlan wasn’t stupid. He handed over the original, sure, but he kept a copy of it. Just in case. He heard nothing from those officers after that.

Instead of dealing with the death of his fiancée, or the loss of his leg, Lachlan busied himself with theories of mutant existence, then, after that, Natalie’s death. At home, he continued to vlog, though they were more like visual diaries from his desk by that point. He began to believe that the woman he had known for almost a decade had been, in fact, a mutant. Lachlan stumbled upon Arcadia when he dug deeper into Natalie’s family’s past, discovering that Natalie had an uncle who resided in the peculiar town. It was after Lachlan mentioned the town in one of his videos, the video deleted thereafter (not by him), that the suspicious government officials returned to him. They made him a deal, that they would let him live in Arcadia if he revoked all previous statements on its existence. Firmly believing that his next lead could be found in the town of Arcadia, Lachlan ‘agreed’, singing a contract that stated if he was ever caught breaching the terms, they could detain him. Wary of his mutant neighbours, Lachlan secretly continues to document the whole thing.

TRAITS: Obsessive, Discreet, Determined, Proud, Creative, Lonesome, Bitter

AVAILABILITY: Taken by Charlee

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NAME: Adrianne Blackburn AGE: 30 SPECIES: Mutant ABILITY: Power Augmentation GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female, She/Her OCCUPATION: Electrician FACECLAIM: Jamie Clayton BACKGROUND:

Adrianne Blackburn was born Adrian Foster, a name which carried far too much baggage to hold upon her shoulders any longer. Her biological mother, Karen Foster, slipped into alcoholism after the death of her husband, a father that Adrianne was too young to have any coherent memory of. Adrianne dealt with her mother’s addiction until the age of sixteen, at which she came out to her mother as transgender and her mother became violent. A neighbor overheard the exchange through their thin apartment walls and called child services, who elected to remove Adrianne from home immediately.

The foster parents that took her in, Lisa and Tom Blackburn, were an older couple whose children had already moved out, leaving them with an empty nest that they desperately wanted to fill. Lisa and Tom were good enough foster parents, much more caring and accepting than her own mother, but the reason she truly felt she belonged at the Blackburns’ was her foster brother, Liam. The Blackburns’ youngest and a freshman in college at the time, he would come to stay with them over breaks and she’d tag along with Lisa and Tom to visit him at school. Liam, an active advocate for the LGBT+ community himself, treated Adrianne like a little sister. Not like a stranger, not like an annoyance, not even like a broken little brother. Like a sister.

Given her choice of colleges and a generous fund, Adrianne chose to move into an apartment with Liam and enroll in the same school he attended. She studied electrical engineering for a year and a half before the incident that sent her and Liam both to Arcadia. Trusting her to keep a secret, Liam showed her his power, creating a small flame in the palm of his hand. In awe, Adrianne leaned closer, unintentionally touching his arm in the process. The moment she made physical contact, Liam’s power spun out of control, engulfing the entire room in flames and eventually burning down the building. Thankfully, nobody was hurt. However, word of the freak fire spread, and eventually the foster siblings were visited by the authorities, which tested each of them for the mutant gene. Both tests came back positive.

Arcadia was Adrianne’s chance to start over on a clean slate. She legally changed both her first and last name, adding a feminine ‘ne’ to the end of her first name and taking on the surname of her foster family, whom she is ever so grateful for. Never finishing her degree, she got a job with a local apartment complex as an electrician, but she still experiments with circuits on her own time, creating new ways to save and use electricity. She’s lived in Arcadia for ten years now and, despite the government constantly pulling the town’s strings, she feels safe there. The town was her fresh start and has made itself her home.

TRAITS: Adaptable, Resourceful, Practical, Unorganized, Cynical, Impatient 

AVAILABILITY: Taken by Madi

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Ivisse Darlings

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Congratulations, and welcome to Arcadia! Please make sure to go over the checklist before you send in your blogs!

Row as Ivisse Darlings

Hayley as Kayden Moon

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i'm so excited!! i'm hoping to send in my app at some point today. :-)

Nice! I’m excited for it too, can’t wait to see what sort of character you create!

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are your lists and faceclaim availability up to date?

The only thing not up to date at the moment is the characters page, since I need to change some filters and add everyone’s OCs and who is taken, but other than that everything is up to date!

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Beatrix Golan

Jesse Waters

Jayden Moon

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hey!! just a question - if we have a muse for a specfic fc, but that fc is taken as a recommended face in one of your pre-written bios, would we still be able to apply for an OC with that fc? or would we have to change it? (sorry if this made no sense omg)

No, I understand exactly what you mean! If the FC is one of the recommended faces for a skeleton and the skeleton is open, then you can definitely use that face! Basically if they’re only on the ‘open skeletons’ part of this list then you can use them for an OC :)