CLASSIFICATION
Vigilante
POWER
Life Force Manipulation with Puppetry
AGE
15
Vigilante
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Post by Kiran Wagner on Jan 5, 2019 22:51:26 GMT
Control. Toughness. Strength. Those were the attributes that Kiran wanted to project. The need to be seen as suave, mature, tough was always at the back of her mind, driving and motivating her actions. She responded to life's difficulties by putting up a hard outer shell, hiding any pain she felt begin her power and her cigarettes. Yet for all that, she was still a child, and she thought like a child at times. There was another voice that spoke in her mind, a quieter voice, one that she cherished even as she lacked times when it was applicable. A voice that told her she should be a superhero. It was her dream. A superhero was the ultimate in confidence and control, really. Looked on and admired by others, different, special. Kiran wanted that. Wanted it badly. Even as Will spoke she felt a thrill in her heart. For a moment her face lost its forced tough expression and showed keen, wistful interest. Will had said exactly the right thing. She was listening. She wanted to believe it, and so none of the objections that might have come up surfaced in her mind- the objection that her power was probably not suited to hero work, that Paladin might object to Kiran taking control of her friend, that she might not be suited to hero work at all- none of these came up. When he mentioned Paladin her hungry gaze turned downright ravenous. “You know Paladin?” Just for a moment, the veneer was gone and genuine excitement had crept into her voice. She realized it a moment after she spoke. “Yeah, well, I'm sure that's neat,” she added hastily, feigning disinterest. It was a bad job of feigning. She was excited and doing a bad job of hiding it. “Cool,” she said, pausing to stick out her chin and blow smoke. “Maybe I'll check it out sometime.” But she was already scrolling through his contacts. A moment later she found the contact marked Alice. Her finger hovered over it. She stared at Will with calculating eyes. An expression of hunger and trepidation passed over her face. She bit her lower lip, then pressed Alice and held the phone to her ear. Her heart pounded as it rang. The phone rang for some time, before eventually being picked up. The voice of a woman answered , a clear San Francisco accent in her tone. The voice sounded surprised. "Will?"
"Are you Paladin?" Kiran's voice was husky with excitement. There was an intake of breath on the other end of the phone. "Who is this? Will? What have you done with Will?"
"Will's fine. He just said you were Paladin. Are you Paladin?" The tone of the voice hardened, "I want to talk to Will." "Oh for crying out loud! Just-" Kiran grumbled as she set the phone to speaker. She seized Will again with her power and forced him to talk. "Sorry, Alice, she's fine. She's a big Paladin fan and got excited." "Will? What's going on? Who is 'she'?"
"Uhhhh..." It took Kiran a moment to realize she'd said it with her own mouth, and that Alice would have heard. Fury surged in her. Why did nobody ever listen to her? Why couldn't she get a straight reply from anyone? "Hey, f*** you, lady! He said it's all right! Can't you answer a simple question? I don't want this secret identity s***!" Alice sounded worried now. "Will, are you OK? Who are you?" Kir was furious. This was not how it was supposed to go! For a moment she was too furious to form a reply, either from her own lips or Will's. But necessity finally won out and she managed to make Will say. "It's fine Alice. Sorry, it's a little weird over here. Listen, I'll call you later, okay? Everything's fine." She hung up the phone. For a second she stood there with gritted teeth. Then she shouted, "F***!" She glared at Will. Her hold trembled for a moment, then settled again with his face and mouth free. "You better have been lying about her being Paladin!" Will Chase
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CLASSIFICATION
Vigilante
POWER
Life Force Manipulation with Puppetry
AGE
15
Vigilante
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Post by Kiran Wagner on Nov 5, 2018 16:19:01 GMT
The man dodged her charge and she stumbled, hands swinging and passing through empty air. Panic rose in her. No! She'd never had this happen before. One touch, that's all it always taken. One touch and they were hers. She swung at him again, missing. She had to touch him! In the race of the moment she had no time for thought. She only had time for fear. The fear of what would happen if she was caught, if she couldn't get her hands around this strange for another minute. The terror of being alone and not having the absolute control her power gave. To rule and control wasn't a want, it was a need. The need to keep herself safe, protected, strong. All she needed was a touch. He kept moving back, forcing her to stumble forward. His legs were longer and his arms too. He caught her wrists. He had done that before but it was different now: his hands locked over her sleeves and her eyes went wide as she realized she was suddenly trapped, trapped, trapped. She struggled; it was useless. Anger at her own weakness. Terror made her heart start to pound. She angled her fingers to reach for his skin and caught only air; she aimed a kick at his shins but the angle and her balance was wrong; the blow was weak. She was caught, pinned like a bug on a card. She raised her face to her captor, fear and defiance evident in her features. Her fingers still clawed for purchase. Useless. She realized he was speaking. The soft tone of the words caught her off guard. For just a moment, she listened. And her anger rose again: he knew too much, had reached inside her head and plucked out things that were secret, that were hers, and now he spat them back at her like he had the right to know any of it. Then she was free. For a moment she stood, wide-eyed in disbelief, staring at her free wrists, his extended hand. The expression on his face, one that was surprisingly caring. For a second she stood like that, face shocked, meeting his eyes. Then she lunged forward, seized his hand, and pulled. It was another minute or two before she felt her control coallesce around him and released him. She made him open and close his fists, move his head back and forth while she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. Then she delivered a punishing slap across his cheek. "That's for sticking yourself in my head, you creep," she said. She slapped him again, backhand across the other cheek. "You do that again," she said through gritted teeth, "and I'll kill you." She felt the part of her mind where her puppets normally resided and found to her surprise that the shape she felt was different. It had everything she expected, but there was something new there too, a diffuse kind of sensation that in her mind seemed to be near the top of his shape. That must be his power. Curling her lip she tried to shape it like she could the rest of him and found to her surprise that it responded. She pressed it, and felt it diminish, but not go away. Relief- he couldn't use that without her permission either. Power. God. That means he's a metahuman, she thought. Like me. Like Paladin, part of her wanted to add, but she suppressed the thought. She stood and studied him for a moment, and her face became pensive. A metahuman was... a complication, but it also put feelings in her that she didn't understand. Thoughts of things like heroism. Like Paladin. She made herself push the emotion aside. She reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, looking at his ID and comparing his face to it. William Chase? Seemed generic. There was some money in the wallet and she put that in one pocket and the wallet in another. In another pocket she founs some gum, which she helpes herself to and made a point of chewing noisily. In another pocket she found and relieved him of his keys. Finally she found his phone, an older model, but she tried his thumb on the scanner and found that it unlocked well. She used his thumb again to reset the password to something she knew ans moved them both to a bench in the bus stop while she paged through his apps and messages and internet history, snapping her gum as the urge hit her. After a minute she looked up at him. "How's it feel, you bastard?" she asked, holding up the phone. "You feel embarrassed? Like your privacy's been invaded." She snorted. "Imagine that. Brain man doesn't like other people reading his private stuff." She thumbed through his phone for a little while longer. She wasn't looking at anything in particular, but she wanted him to feel it, dammit. Wanted him to feel the totality of her control, send the message that she was the one with the power here, not him. A bus came and left. If anyone thought a man and a teen girl sitting on opposite sides of a bus stop bench were odd nobody mentioned it. Finally she spun to face him. "All right," she said. "Fine. You can talk. But only talk, you get that? No shouting, no screaming, no yelling for help. You do any of that stuff and I'll make you regret it." She felt in her pocket and pulled out a cigarette, one of her last. She lit up and blew smoke, calm and liking the aura of maturity she felt it gave her. "You're gonna buy me some cigarettes in a minute, but we'll get to that." She freed his mouth and head, giving him control enough to turn his head and speak. His body she kept firmly in hand, hands folded in his lap as he sat on the bench. "And... go." Will Chase
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CLASSIFICATION
Vigilante
POWER
Life Force Manipulation with Puppetry
AGE
15
Vigilante
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Oct 19, 2018 21:23:32 GMT
Post by Kiran Wagner on Oct 19, 2018 21:23:32 GMT
He'd guessed, or known, somehow. The thought rippled through Kiran's mind as a knell of warning yet she was already committed, already acting and in another second her power took effect and she couldn't think of anything else. Pleasure washed through her, a deep, bone-shaking pleasure that hurled her onto a tsunami if ecstasy. She could feel herself growing stronger with every second of contact. The strength buoyed her, leaving her to revel, exalt in the feeling of power. She'd somehow been careless and let him guess she was up to something, but it didn't matter. Once she touched someone, they were hers. All she needed was just a few more minutes before she had- A voice, breaking in on her thoughts. Her own voice, speaking to her suddenly in the man's words. But not her thoughts, not her words, not speaking at her will or desire. Her own internal voice, hijacked in the service of someone else. It shocked her. With a scream she yanked her wrist back, breaking the contact. Her eyes were wide with horror. "You," she gasped hoarsely. "Y-y-y-you-" It was as far as she got. Another wave of feeling shook her, this one of indignation. Of fury at being distracted, outwitted, caught off guard. No. She wasn't weak, she wasn't stupid, and she darn well wasn't going to let this bastard get the better of her. Whatever he'd just done, she'd make him explain, and then she'd make him regret it for a long, long time. She flung both her hands forward and charged him, grasping for any inch of bare skin. Will Chase
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CLASSIFICATION
Vigilante
POWER
Life Force Manipulation with Puppetry
AGE
15
Vigilante
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Aug 22, 2018 14:28:00 GMT
Post by Kiran Wagner on Aug 22, 2018 14:28:00 GMT
The hotel room was smoky, and gradually growing smokier as Kiran puffed at her cigarette. "Please let me go," said a voice from the other bed. Kiran glanced over. The hotel room was done in blue and green, overlooking a low-lying part of San Francisco. In the other bed lay a thin, balding man in his early 40s with a thin layer of beard covering his face. One of his wrists was chained to the bedpost with a pair of handcuffs. "An' why should I do that?" asked Kiran. "I'm married," said the man. "See?" He held up a finger, showing his ring. "I have a daughter. She's about your age." Kiran was expressionless. "Please! You're making me spend so much money. I can't afford it." Kiran only stared. The man's voice climbed higher. "At least take us to a cheaper hotel!" "Nah," said Kiran, turning away. "I can help you," said the man. "I'd have given you money if you'd just asked. Or found you a shelter, or anything. Just stop this. Please." "Don't want a shelter," mumbled Kiran. She turned to him with a look of spite. "Doin' fine on my own." She rolled under the covers, snubbed out her cigarette and switched off the light. "Also, go f*** yourself." ---- She woke up with her belly empty and her head full of plans. She'd have room service brought in for breakfast and after that- well, it didn't matter what she did after that, did it? That was the whole point. She was free as a bird to do whatever she wanted. No schedules, no rules, no house mother breathing down her neck. The only decision she had to make was what to have for breakfast. Her stomach rumbled. Maybe she'd get an omelette- the menu had had several. She turned towards the other bed and frowned. The man's wallet was gone from where she'd left it on the table the previous night. "Looking for this?" said the man. In his free hand he held his wallet. "I was able to reach it with my foot." His hand went down next to him, and he tossed a handfull of jagged plastic chips in her direction. One struck her face. She looked down at her feet where they'd fallen. Credit cars fragments. "I tore up all my cards," said the man. "I can't make you free me, but I can stop you from spending more of my money." His voice was equal parts bitter and triumphant. "Now let me go. You wanted me for my money, and now I don't have that. I can't help you. Let me go." For a long moment Kiran stood staring at him, jaw set, fists clenched. When she said nothing the man went on, more carefully. "Believe it or not, this doesn't mean I don't care about you. It's clear you need a lot of help, so let's talk, and I can-" His mouth snapped shut with a click of teeth. "Bastard," ground out Kiran. The man gave her the finger and she took control of the rest of him, making him flop down on the bed, limp, unable to move. She moved forward, coming up to the side of the bed, and brought her heel down on his groin. He tensed, an automatic reaction she couldn't completely suppress, but no noise, she was stopping that. "Stupid f***," said Kiran. "I'm gonna make you regret that. I'm gonna make you regret it for a long, long time." She drew the handcuff key from around her neck and unlocked him. He was fully in hand now and she had nothing to fear from him. She made him sit on the bed and found one of his dirty socks and stuffed his mouth with it. Then she took a roll of duct tape and covered his mouth with that as well. She made him strip, then lay down again and cuff both hands around one of the bedposts. "Everyone in this hotel saw you get a room with an underage female, you sick bastard," said Kiran. "Have fun explaining how you ended up like that." A slight squeal- very slight- a widening of the eyes and his heels pounding silently into the edge of the bed. Kiran closed the door. On her way down the hall she dropped the handcuff key into a trash can. She stepped outside and looked up and down the sidewalk, momomentarily unsure about her next move. She was in an unfamiliar part of town, drawn in by a hotel she had selected for the amenities and without a long-term plan. On the other hand, her short-term plan was obvious. It was not yet the time of morning where the sidewalks would be packed, but there were still more than a few people visible. Not ideal for what Kiran had to do. Picking a direction at random, she began walking, choosing her turns without much thought, only watching for whatever opportunities might arrive. When she had walked a few blocks she suddenly found herself on a relatively empty stretch of sidewalk with a bus shelter in the middle of it. Kiran's eye immediately fastened on the figure in the bus shelter: a lone man, wearing a brown suede jacket. Kiran looked left, then right. Nobody. She approached the shelter at a slow walk and stopped to glance at the sign listing bus arrivals. There was enough time. She looked at the man. Nothing obviously wrong with him. No better candidates in sight. No better plan. Best to get it over with. Kiran walked into the bus shelter, found a spot next to the man, reached out- -and the man spun, snagging her wrist where she extended it. For a moment she only stared, wide-eyed, at the man who had suddenly and unexpectedly caught her off guard. Then she realized- it was still bare skin on bare skin. And she pulled. Will Chase
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CLASSIFICATION
Vigilante
POWER
Life Force Manipulation with Puppetry
AGE
15
Vigilante
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May 17, 2018 18:59:34 GMT
Post by Kiran Wagner on May 17, 2018 18:59:34 GMT
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Kiran Cheyenne Wagner
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ALIAS // N/A
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // fourteen
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // female
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GROUP // vigilante
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[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]
HAIR // brown [break] EYES // blue [break] SKIN // pale [break][break]
ATTIRE[break][break] Not exactly someone who follows the height of fashion, much of Kiran’s outfit is worn and tattered. Since running away she’s had to make due with whatever clothes she has available, stealing them off shelves or out of dumpsters. Right now her usual outfit is a pair of torn jeans, blue hoodie, and falling-apart backpack. She often wears a bandana over her hair. [break][break]
GENERAL[break][break] At this point, Kiran is a thin and dirty teenage girl with greasy hair and poor clothes. Her face has a perpetually stubborn expression, one that is (perhaps desperately) giving off the vibe that she not to be messed with. When she walks, it’s usually fast, with her head down, only making eye contact for glares.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
Kiran is a girl who wants to appear tough. She’s foul-mouthed, has a stubborn streak a mile wide, and rarely admits she was wrong. She makes decisions quickly (maybe too quickly), sticks by them, and punishes people who she thinks have wronged her with extreme prejudice. She has a bit of a chip on her shoulder, seeing a lot of the world as a plot to get her personally and being especially suspicious of authority figures. [break][break]
That said, while she’s legitimately tough in many ways, a lot of it is an act. When you get down to it, Kiran is a deeply insecure girl. She sees herself as fundamentally undeserving of love and in many ways is desperate for approval. Left alone she’ll often spiral into a depressed mood, lashing out in anger at anyone who tries to help her. Appearing independent is extremely important to her, even when she really needs help. [break][break]
Still, she definitely has some positive characteristics as well. In particular, she deeply admires superheroes, most notably Paladin. She wants to be like them. Desperately. Not only because they help others, but because they’re liked and admired. What else can you ask for in this world? Kiran wants to be a hero more than anything else. Deep down inside, she believes she really can help people… although good luck getting her to admit it.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
Kiran never knew her parents. Her mother was poor, unwed, and judged unsuited to raising a child after ending up in the hospital after an overdose. A second overdose later took her life. Kiran’s early years were spent at a children’s home and in foster care, where she quickly gained a reputation as an angry and problematic child. Prone to outbursts of violence at perceived slights, she was mistrustful, secretive, and often lied to adults for no apparent reason. However, she was also noted to be highly protective of younger children, albeit violent in how she chose to do so. [break][break]
On the whole, Kiran hated her life. She had very few friends, the adults disliked her, and she was a target for bullying by the other children (one reason she cultivated the “wild and dangerous” persona- it made her less of a target). She didn't do well in school and didn’t particularly care to. She had only one way of escape: her imagination. During the day, she say alone and dreamed of going somewhere else, somewhere where people loved and cared for her. She imagined crowds of people cheering for her- it didn’t matter over what. What mattered was that in the worlds she made she was more than a forgotten orphan; she significant, known, beloved. [break][break]
Somehow or other, she made a friend, a girl named Rachel. The two would talk for hours about what they would do if they ever got out. It was Kiran who first suggested the fantasy could be made real. Over long nights and stolen moments during the day, they constructed a beautiful plan: Kiran would sneak out of her bed late at night, signal Rachel, and the two of them would leave to escape into the wider world. They were both eleven. Finally the day came when the plan was to be executed. Kiran sneaked from her bunk as planned, but when she found Rachel she found the other girl had had a change of heart- or had regarded it all as a game to begin with. In any event, Rachel refused to go, no matter how much Kiran begged her. Kiran fled alone, eyes wet with bitter tears. [break][break]
It went about as well as you would probably expect for an eleven year old girl who was all alone. It wasn’t long before she met an old man with a rough face driving a truck who offered to take her where she wanted to go. She shouldn’t have. But she was tired and she got in. He asked her where she was going. She made something up. He gave her a long look and suggested they stop at his house first. She agreed. He offered her a sandwich, which she ate. When she asked when they would go, he said he was tired and they would go later. She didn't argue. [break][break]
You can probably guess how it went after that.A nap before leaving turned into staying for dinner, which turned into staying for the night, which turned into staying for days. By the time she figured out what he really wanted from her, it was too late. [break][break]
The police came a few weeks later and found her and returned her to the children’s home and took the old man off to jail. For some days afterwards Kiran sat almost insensible, staring out the window and not talking. When at last she recovered, she was angrier than ever and Rachel would no longer speak to her. [break][break]
Her behavior problems increased, leading to serious discussion of her being moved to long-term psychiatric care. Kiran was aware of the discussion and managed to modulate herself enough to avoid this fate. However, the knowledge spurred her to plan another escape attempt, armed with the knowledge and experience of her first one. [break][break]
It was about this time that the Event happened. Kiran remembers the day as one of confusion, with everyone huddled around the TV and the adults whispering things that stopped whenever she drew near. Bit by bit, she pieced together what was happening- how the world was changing. It let her understand what was happening to her when her ability manifested several weeks later. [break][break]
She was outside with one of the other girls, and, as often happened, the girl dropped a cruel word. And, was often happened, Kiran grabbed the other girl to make her apologize. When she grabbed, she felt a sudden thrill go through her, and the girl she held began screaming. Kiran let go almost instantly. The other girl lay still for a moment, then got up and ran to report that Kiran had hurt her. Kiran was pretty sure she hadn’t. Well, she’d meant to, but she hadn’t actually gotten to that part yet. Over the next days and weeks she began to experiment, and her abilities began to grow, until at last she felt she had a good handle on her power. After that first incident, she did her best not to hurt people, catching small animals to test her powers on, generally with fatal results. This went over exactly as well as you might expect when it was discovered she was killing animals, though they didn't know she did it with a power. [break][break]
Sometimes kids in the foster system got adopted, but Kiran knew her chances were slim given her age and behavioral problems. Not content to simply wait until she aged out, she made plans to run away a second time, this time with the help of her ability to support her. Where would she go? The answer was obvious. She would go to San Francisco, home of Paladin, her favorite hero. She would stay there, and she would learn to become a superhero herself. She wasn't just an orphan any more. She was special.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]POWER [attr="class","hopelovetop"][attr="class","hopelovesub"]
Life Force Manipulation[break][break] Well, there’s not actually any such thing as life force. That’s just what Kiran calls it, lacking a better terminology. Kiran’s powers are diverse, but all are branches of a base ability to manipulate the body systems of others, especially the nervous system. Kiran has a touch-based ability to inflict pain and weakness on others and strengthen herself- or, with more difficulty, reverse the process. [break][break]
When this power is active, Kiran’s touch has a paralyzing effect on the victim, preventing them from moving voluntarily for as long as her power is active. Kiran then can do either what she describes as a “push” or a “pull”. Pulling is easier. When Kiran does this, the target experiences extreme pain and Kiran feels intense pleasure. At the same time, Kiran becomes stronger, and injuries that she has begin to heal. An observer might note cuts that Kiran has healing over, tiredness or weakness washing away. When Kiran finishes, the target is left lethargic and weak in proportion to how long Kiran’s power was applied, with longer exposure possibly inducing a coma or death. However, if Kiran’s power is not fatal then all effects can be recovered from given time, rest, and nutrition. Additionally, the target may be unable to access any metahuman abilities for a period following Kiran’s ability being used on them, generally about equal to how long Kiran held them. The process appears to be somewhat end-positive; that is, it ultimately benefits Kiran more than it hurts the victim. [break][break]
How much benefit Kiran can extract from a victim depends on the victim. Sick or old people cannot survive as long under the under the effects of Kiran’s power, and humans last longer than other animals. Kiran has a kind of innate sense of how much she can take from creatures within a hundred meters or so without killing them. The benefits Kiran can gain are healing, a boost of physical characteristics towards peak human status, awake and alertness, and the ability to live without food or drink as long as she has victims. Boosts to physical characteristics generally last about 60 times longer than Kiran used her power on the victim. [break][break]
Pushing is much like pulling, except that it’s Kiran that feels the pain and is tired and the target who gains the benefits. Kiran is less exhausted by this than a victim would be, but conversely her target benefits less. This lets her perform some feats of healing- albeit more painfully than someone with an innate healing power. [break][break]
Puppetry
Kiran pulling energy from another person has a second effect besides the immediate benefit: If Kiran is able pull from someone for a few minutes or more, she will gain the ability to control their body. This ability appears to be an offshoot of the paralyzing effect of her touch, her power encircling the target for a longer-term effect. [break][break]
This effect gives Kiran almost total control over the voluntary muscles of of her target. She can make them move, take action, or even speak at will. The person is conscious throughout this entire process and fully aware of what is happening to them, but unable to control their own body. She can also leave part of their body free while controlling the rest, such as allowing a person to speak while still holding the rest of them. She can even make them use or prevent them from using a power, if they have one and she knows it. [break][break]
Once she’s pulled on a person, Kiran can establish control of them as long as she’s within a hundred meters or so and can see them. Her range of control is then about 300 meters. She technically doesn't need to see a victim to control them, but since she doesn't get any special sensory data from her victims being able to see them certainly helps. She can control up to three people this way. After pulling on someone, Kiran will be able to control that person for up to a week afterwards; if she doesn't take advantage of it, the opportunity is lost until she drains them again. If she ever goes a week or so without controlling someone she’s previously controlled, she has to drain them again to control them. [break][break]
LIMITS[break][break]
First of all, Kiran needs skin to skin contact for life force manipulation to work. Clothes or gloves can prevent the transfer. She also needs a moment of focus to make the transfer happen; a grip which is broken an instant later isn’t enough for her. Kiran’s power can bring her or a target to a state of peak human health and conditioning, but no further, not to anything superhuman. In general, an average person can survive between twenty minutes and an hour under her touch; this would be enough to take Kiran from near death to perfectly healthy at the cost of the target’s life. If she’s healing, she can generally heal about three people before needing a rest; pushing herself may leave her unconscious. Her healing roughly parallels the body’s natural healing abilities (it’s faster is all), so it can’t regrow limbs or anything like that. [break][break]
Kiran can control up to three people and at a range of about 300 hundred meters. She can vaguely sense where her victims are at a given point in time, but otherwise has to rely on her normal senses to know where they are. Her victims also lose some fine control while in her grip; she can’t duplicate their normal handwriting, and sometimes facial expressions slip past her control. If Kiran is startled, she may lose her grip on her targets. She has no ability to read minds and therefore can’t do things like force a person to enter a password they know; she’d have to persuade them to tell by other means.
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WEAKNESSES[break][break] If someone dies while Kiran is pulling from them or has them under control as a puppet, Kiran experiences a painful backlash that can result in ringing ears, a migraine, or even unconsciousness. Kiran does not have perfect control of her life force ability, and may accidentally activate it at times, especially when stressed. Also, drawing from other people gives a buzz similar to using nicotine and is similarly addicting. [break][break]
If she’s controlling someone, and there’s a sudden distraction (loud noise, pain, etc) her control may be broken. [break][break]
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PLAYED BY TWO MCMILLION
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