With a sigh Cale collapsed onto his sofa. Today had been a long day, and it was only going to get longer. He'd already treated the local zoo's cheetah, who was pregnant and sick, and in about ten minutes he'd have to leave to assess a male tiger at a nearby sanctuary who was limping constantly. Probably the bloody owners wh tried to keep him as a pet had him declawed he thought angrily, knwoing well that declawing big cats most often caused problems like this later in life. He fumed for awhile, completely oblivious to the man outside his flat door. Cale was ripped from his thoughts when the door shuttered loudly. It was kicked again, and this time flew open the lock broken. With all the speed he could muster, Cale shifted to the shape of a large orange tabby cat. He meowed at the intruders, trying to act like a normal cat. There was only one man, but he was armed, and looked like he didn't need a gun to kill.

Catalina turned off her bedroom light and walked down her narrow hallway, unaware of the Paladin lurking in the shadows of the hall. As she was about to walk into the living room once more, she felt a hand grab her from behind and slam her roughly against the wall, pinning her arm behind her back.

“Catalina McKnight.” he whispered, leaning in so close that she could feel his breath against her ear.

“Who are you?” she managed to choke out as she struggled against his iron grip, wincing slightly as he pushed her harder against the wall.

“Raphael.” he replied curtly, his deep voice laced with sinister intent.

Catalina closed her eyes for a brief moment before opening them again. “What do you want?”

A cold smile crossed the man’s lips then as he roughly tossed her to the ground. Catalina turned so that she was gazing up at him, her brown eyes meeting his icy dark ones. “I think you know why I am here, weather-witch,” came his reply.

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Owen quickly melted the ice bolts that sealed the door to his flat. Remarkably his ice bolts remained cold even after the heat wave. He unlocked the metal lock that was on his front door and threw his bag that landed gently on the couch. His flat was fairly furnished despite his frequent moving. He often just leaved the furniture that he bought with Paladin money behind. Owen sighed deeply and looked out at the city through the French windows. Then he saw four men appear in front of his French windows. He stared at them in shock as they kicked their way in, spraying him with shards of glass. As the little pieces cut across his face, Owen sprung into action. He gestured at the nearest Paladin, burning his nylon cord off. He then kicked the Paladin off his house, sending him down to a grisly death. Owen turned towards the next one who had took out his dart gun. He froze the sedative fluids inside, rendering them completely useless. The remaining two took out batons and prepared for a long and grueling fight.

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(finally I have my bio! Sorry it's taken so long!

Name: Morgan Gainsborough
Age: 22
Jumper/Mutant/Paladin: mutant
Powers (if not a Jumper or Paladin): Electronic data transception
Appearance: Shoulder length red hair, 5'2, blue eyes, slightly stalky
Personality: slightly shy and quiet when fir meets someone, yet once she gets comfortable outgoing and a little sharp
History: Morgan grew up in Italy with her parents and older brother. At age 16 her brother died in a car accident, and at age 19 her mother died while going for a horse ride, and there was a land slide that carried her and the horse to their death. Ever since the death of her brother, her father spoiled her and became over protective. And it was just after her mother died that her powers manifested. At age twenty she moved to California when she finnished tech school and was hired for a bit video game production company. Her father moved in next door, and being fed up, talked her father out of treating her like a child and he moved back to Italy.
Misc: Electronic data transception is when someone can see the electronic waves and change them. As in, without a computer or any devise, she can send an email or text message, or in her mind pull up any web page, or break through most firewalls. She's like a living bluetooth.))

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Micheal looked up as a new customer came in. There were no other customers in at the moment so he said,"Hi there!! How may I help you?" The customer whipped out a knife and held it to Mikey's neck, saying,"Hello Micheal." Lark came in and looked up in time to knock away another knife using a vine from the plant on the counter. The stranger's hood fell off to reveal a man. "Paladin..." Micheal hissed angrily and then glared at the knife in the Paladin's hand. The hilt of the handle heated up and the man yelped in pain, dropping it.

Morgan sat at a desk in a tall building in Los Angeles. One hand was on a keyboard, the other a mouse, and she was staring intently at the computer screen. Next to the computer was a bunch of drawings of different angles of the same character. She was taking that drawing and turning it into a CGI character for a PSP game that she and the rest of the people on that level of the building were creating. It was Morgan's job to turn drawings into the actual CGI people that the next person could work with in putting the game together.

The process was slow, and took hours. It took Morgan a little longer, having only done this for two years out of college. Eventually she finnished a rough copy of the drawings on the computer that she could perfect the next day.

The clock in the bottom right hand corner of the screen showed that it was time to go home for the night. So Morgan saved her day's work, and shut down the computer. The mutant grabbed the pile of drawings, and stuffed them into her back pack which she closed and slung over her shoulder as she made her way for the stairs.

Morgan didn't take the elevator. The stairs kept her in shape. All 1,950 of them. No, it was 1,951. In the mornings she took them two at a time except the top one. Finally she made her way to the bottom floor and signed out at the reception desk. Putting the pen down, Morgan left the building and walked over to her motor bike, parallel parked next to the side walk.

She caught something in the corner of her eye. Was it just her, or was that man in the trench coat, who had been sitting on a chair in the lobby reading a newspaper, following her. You're just so paranoid, she told herself, reving the bike engine and driving away...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"It doesn't have to end this way, you know?" one of the Paladins sneered at Owen as he and his two partners circled him. Owen gave each of the Paladins a death glare as they passed his vision. He quickly thought of plans to eliminate them. He could simply freeze their blood, but that would leave him crawling on his floor. Maybe their brains, but it was quite likely that wouldn't affect them anyways. So freezing isn't going to do anything, he silently swore. He looked at the batons that the Paladins were carrying. They were metal... Just as a Paladin rushed him with his baton, he heated the metal baton like he had just left it baking in an oven. The Paladin swore from the pain as the baton rose to alarming temperatures and began to burn the leather glove that was carrying it. The other two soon rushed towards Owen, who made himself a baton, albeit an ice one. He swung it at the face of a Paladin who parried it at the last minute. Frustrated, Owen turned his thoughts at the floor, freezing it. However he paid for his lack of concentration with a whack on his head by the other Paladin. Owen swung his baton at him, the icy sharp tip of the baton cutting his neck. As the Paladin collapsed, the third one rushed at Owen again but this time, he punched him with his baton. The Paladin slipped on the icy floor and joined his companion in a splatter of blood on the concrete road. The remaining Paladin looked at Owen and tried to run out the front door when Owen threw his baton at him, hitting him in the head like a knife

Sighing, Owen went towards the liquor cabinet to get a drink before he dealt with the injuries he got from the fight and packed his bags, again.

Luther looked with disgust at the bloody mess on the road that was once two members of Alpha Team. He asked for a team and this is what he got. He contemplated sending in Beta Team but decided against it. Good men were hard to come by these days and Luther wasn't in the mood of sending them into this Mutant.

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(Sorry for not posting sooner guys, I could not get the forum to work at all for me on Sunday and I was out all day yesterday)

((Great bio Eruraina, she reminds me of Hana from Heroes, which is awesome.))

Alexis lay on the floor of her modest apartment, her body in complete agony. The electrical current leaving her almost paralysed. She opened her eyes to see the man called Nathaniel look down at her, his eyes fixed on her. They were cold, souless almost. He seemed to be stalking her like a large predator, waiting for the right moment to strike and eliminate her.

She struggled to get her bearings as she strained to look around her
"There must be something I can do" she thought to herself, trying to focus through the pain.

"There is nothing you can do now Alexis. It is over, the time for you and your kind is over. We will find every last one of you abominations and remove you from our presence, once and for all" Nathaniel spoke down at her, his voice filled with truth and determination.

Alexis managed to get her face to look up towards her assailant, and raised her unbound hand to him, the middle finger raised high.

Nathaniels face dropped and he slipped his hand to the inside of his coat and pulled out a long blade. He knelt down beside her, tracing the blade gently around her neck.
"It is over" he repeated, almost mantra like.

Alexis swallowed hard, she had to do something right now, anything to get him to let go. Nathaniel lifted the long knife high and began to plunge it towards her chest and with all the strength she could muster she pulled her arm over towards herself. The knife sliced through the cord and disconnected the electrical signals to Alexis, freeing her from the pain. She lifted her leg up and kicked Nathaniel hard in the gut, sending him backwards.

Raising herself slowly off her feet, Alexis staggered and found her bearings.
"I don't know who you are or who the hell you think you are coming into my home and attacking me. But it you're right about one thing" she paused for breath and began to walk towards him "It ends here, now" and with her final words she grabbed the man and in the blink of an eye created a jump scar.

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Catalina glared up at her assailant, her brown eyes flashing in anger.

"You did well to hide from us, girl. But you will never be free. You are a threat to society and as long as your kind exists there can never be peace."

"You're mad."

"Am I?" came Raphael's cold response as he drew his long sword and leapt upon her.

Catalina rolled to the side as his stroke fell. Dodging one thrust she grabbed a box to deflect his second stroke, only to have her shield split into two. Catalina grimaced in pure frustration. With each strike she was forced to give ground in an attempt to evade his blows. The room was to small to be an effective battleground and she knew that sooner or later he would have her pinned. She needed some sort of weapon to counter his blows but knew that none was available. A slow, sinister smile spread across the Paladin's lips as he finally trapped her in a corner.

"There is nowhere to run now, girl."

"Perhaps. But this fight is far from over." With that her eyes glowed a florescent white as she shot a stream of lightning from her hands.

Raphael howled in pain as the current ripped through his body before he crumpled to the ground. "Now, you now why I am a weather witch." she stated as she stepped over his prone form.

I haven't much time. Catalina thought to herself. If one man tracked me here, no doubt others will soon follow. Racing through the house, she began to pack the few belongings that she held dear. It would soon be time to go on the run again.

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The shutters on the windows rolled down and a green plant tendril hit the Paladin over the head and he slumped to the floor. Micheal lit up a ball of flame in his hand, careful to not let some of the people outside their shop to see the bright light of it,"Thanks a lot Lark." "No problem Micheal." Lark replied.

(I apologize for not posting for awhile. Major lack of imagination, creativity, computer time plus the forum has not been co-operating at all for me this past week!)

Aiyana held her breath. He had seen her. He must have known who she was or else why that smirk on his face? But how? How could he possibly know of her existence. And most importantly; what did he want with her? Whatever it was, Aiyana knew that he wasn't exactly there to invite her for tea and scones. She watched him intently, wondering when he was going to make his next move. The traffic lights for pedestrians turned green behind her and Aiyana saw it as her cue to move on. She quickly mingled with the crowd of people crossing the street. It was one of those moments she was happy of her modest height. She moved swiftly through the flowing stream of people and continued north on 4th Avenue.

Aiyana glanced back and saw that her follower was searching the crowd frenziedly. She could sense his panic and fury and couldn't help but snicker. She quickened her pace and ran past Westlate Park and took a left down Pine Street. He was following her, she could feel it. She ran as fast as she could passing 3rd, 2nd and 1st Avenue, through the Pike Place Market and all the way down to Western. Out of breath she stopped for a second and looked around searching for the follower. He was nowhere to be seen but Aiyana knew he was approaching. She checked out her surroundings looking for somewhere to go and spotted some stairs across the street leading down to the waterfront below. She ran as quickly as she could, without tumbling, down the steep steps. The highway viaduct was thundering away above her, overpowering her own thoughts for a second. Finally she reached the bottom. The waterfront with all its piers stretched out before her.

"Now what?" she thought.

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Alexis took a deep breath as she pulled the Paladin through the jump scar with her, her mind determined. She knew exactly what to do and where to go.

Just as her mind thought of the place, she and Nathaniel found themselves at the bed of a deep body of water. She smiled thinly at him as she saw the panic in his eyes. She mockingly waved goodbye to him as she created another jump scar.

Within another heartbeat, Alexis found herself on a pier, soaked from head to toe and shaking like a leaf. Falling to her knees, she slowly looked up through her drenched hair. At first she didn't notice the girl standing at the waterfront. She pulled herself up onto her feet slowly, still shivering and shaking with the cold and shock. She began to walk forward, paying no heed to the young woman.

"Hopefully, she won't take too much notice" Alexis thought to herself before finishing "Who am I kidding?" but continued to walk on.

It was then that she noticed a man walking down a set of steps, dressed exactly the same as the Paladin, Nathaniel. Her heart began to race in a mixture of fear and excitement. He was still some distance away, so it left her mind racing.

"What to do next?" she mused to quietly under her breath.

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Name: Lady Katrina White
Age: Twenty
Jumper/Mutant/Paladin: Mutant
Powers (if not a Jumper or Paladin): Can control cat animals, understand them and she also have senses like them.
Appearance: http://i28.tinypic.com/z03n6.jpg http://i32.tinypic.com/2lnfybq.jpg
Personality: Used to be a life loving person until her powers starting to show. Then she moved away after being thrown out by her parents.
These days she's drawn back and prefer to be alone.
History: Born in England in a rich family, has no siblings. Her powers started to show when she was 16 and when her parents finally found out they threw her out.
Made her move, but still let her get money. They just send her away in order to keep the secret from coming out to their friends and such. They where ashamed of her.
She was moved to L.A but soon started to move around all over the world since she gets sick of one place fast.

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Name: Lady Katrina White
Age: Twenty
Jumper/Mutant/Paladin: Mutant
Powers (if not a Jumper or Paladin): Can control cat animals, understand them and she also have senses like them.
Appearance: http://i28.tinypic.com/z03n6.jpg http://i32.tinypic.com/2lnfybq.jpg
Personality: Used to be a life loving person until her powers starting to show. Then she moved away after being thrown out by her parents.
These days she's drawn back and prefer to be alone.
History: Born in England in a rich family, has no siblings. Her powers started to show when she was 16 and when her parents finally found out they threw her out.
Made her move, but still let her get money. They just send her away in order to keep the secret from coming out to their friends and such. They where ashamed of her.
She was moved to L.A but soon started to move around all over the world since she gets sick of one place fast.

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Owen hissed as he dabbed the last of his wounds with povidone-iodine with a cotton ball. It stung a bit but at least it cleaned his wounds. He already checked himself for a concussion, which he didn't have. Next to the bottle of iodine was a bottle of strong scotch from which he would occasionally take a drink from. Once he was satisfied with his healing, he went towards his room and extracted his duffel bag that he carried with him wherever he went. He threw in the few clothes that he had. He unplugged his laptop and put it with the duffel bag. After packing some personal hygiene supplies, he melted the zipper on his duffel bag. He packed his tote bag with medical supplies, a bottle of water, some snacks, some emergency supplies, and a small lighter. After ensuring everything was packed, he stepped out of his flat for the last time.

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Catalina quickly finished her packing, taking only some clothes, food and other necessities. A few years of being on the run had taught her to travel light. She had hoped to settle down once and for all, but the appearance of the Paladin shattered that fantasy. I wonder how much longer I will be able to keep my job, she thought to herself, knowing full well that she may forced to quit yet another job. Brushing back a loose strand of hair, she winced slightly as a pain shot up from her side. Rubbing the tender spot, she unzipped her bag and took out a Tylenol. Popping the pill in her mouth she walked to the sink and drank some water before returning to the couch and sitting down. Closing her eyes for a moment, she leaned back, wondering what she was going to do next. After a few moments passed, she rose to her feet and grabbed her bags. Glancing around the room, she sighed wistfully, knowing she would miss the place. It had been perfect-quiet, comfortable and isolated. But it seemed that perfection was only an illusion. She had just begun to feel safe and her carelessness almost got her killed. Will I ever be able to live a normal life? she wondered in dismay. With one final glance, she locked the door behind her for the final time and headed down the road.

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