that very well maybe true but according to the government they are considered a terrorist organization and ‘bad guy.’ it’s like if you’re fighting in a war the person you’re fighting is the enemy/bad guy, so for the government/the company/rosen’s team (to an extent) red flag are the bad guys. to red flag the government/company/rosen’s team are the bad guys. for someone that isn’t on a side they all might be bad guys to them or red flag might or the other groups might, or maybe they can see both sides. i likened them earlier to the brotherhood from xmen because there are times i can look at them and see their point. not all of them are outright evil, they are just part of the larger group. if you want to create a character that is a part of red flag bc they’re scared or something like that feel free to send it in. we have a training member of the company who was more or less forced there, red flag could easily do the same.
anyone with an ability is considered an ALPHA. Red Flag is a group of Alphas that the government has deemed as a terrorist organization. They believe that they are the more advanced race, best of the best (think sort of like the Brotherhood from X-men if you need a group to compare them to)
- Name: Ellie.
- Age: 20.
- Timezone: +9.30GMT
- Character: Quinn Macer
- Personality/Bio (if one is not already provided, if it is provided is there anything else you’d like to add?): Quinn had always been a rather quiet young boy, often occupying himself with drawing and daydreaming of the impossible and impractical. Over time the boy began to come out of his shell when he was around others like himself. Though still quite a quiet boy, Quinn is a smooth talker; the boy having developed a way with words to get himself out of almost anything with a mind to match. While he is quiet and can appear withdrawn, the boy is merely a wall flower - taking in everything and everyone around him or in a situation. Though he has taught himself how to do this, it really being no power or special trick, it’s something that - when push comes to shove - Quinn will use without hesitation on his behalf. When you think he’s just idly watching he’s really assessing everything. You, your strengths, your weaknesses, and the same with everything around you.
- Quinn had always had a strange little talent, the ability to cause things to happen that he’d often be daydreaming of; even sometimes causing them to happen whilst he was asleep. His parents told him not to talk about it, trying to get him in to see professionals all throughout elementary school to no avail - as much as they wanted to help their son they were embarrassed that he wasn’t as ‘normal’ as they had expected. When Quinn’s abilities began to become a tad more noticeable to himself, his parents having given up at this point and resorted to simply ignoring their son’s abilities, the boy looked deeper into help - and not the help to remove the ability or to prevent it but support. At first he found nothing but he didn’t give up and at the age of fifteen he found, by chance, a small comment on a forum that lead him to a man called Dr. Rosen. In failure to bring the matter up with his parents, both acting as if the whole ordeal he was bringing up didn’t exist - even to the extend of blaming hormones - Quinn instead simply packed his bag and left without another word. He needed help and he knew that this was where he could find it.
- Name: Page
- Age: 20
- Timezone: EST
- Character: Adriana Ramsay
There is a paraphrased saying of John Dalberg’s: “All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely." In the hands of a child, the ability to render a bully helpless with a touch and running on the fuel of fear and anger, it could be assumed that such a child would be, as Dalberg said, corrupted absolutely. Certainly, it could almost be the most logical conclusion that such a person would be an overall danger to society at large. Adriana never asked for her ability and developed a certain amount of horror with herself one she fulled began to understand just what it was she was doing.
In middle school, she had been in the car with her older sister, Maria, arguing over something petty and reaching to change the music station when her sister swatted at her hand. In the next moment after that brief physical contact, seemingly, she was waking up in a hospital bed to a stony-faced mother and father who couldn’t look at her. Her sister had been killed in the car crash.
Her parents, who had dismissed the strangeness around her as a disability and an illness, seemed to have finally come to the conclusion that she could be dangerous. She had to learn control, her father insisted upon it. Her parents pulled her out of public school, fearing for the safety of other children and instead educated her at home while refusing to speak of Maria’s death or the circumstances that surrounded it. Control, control, control. By the time that she was at a senior-level of high school, she had trained enough to be able to keep herself in check. Adriana could use her ‘curse’ in whatever way that she wanted, the moment that she wanted to.
Her Binghamton incarceration came as a result of a dalliance with alcohol at a college fraternity party. The unwanted advantages of a fraternity boy coupled with the lowered inhibitions brought about by alcohol resulted in an accident out in the pool. He had grabbed at her arm and, within moments, she was hazily watching him sink below the surface of the water in a panic. To make the situation worse, he had been pulled her down with him. He drowned and a buddy of his had attempted a rescue, pushing her out of the way at just the wrong moment as she tried to recuperate and gasp for air. Seconds later, and the second boy had lost the ability to move his legs and arms.
Adriana was deemed a threat and a murderer; too dangerous to be allowed to roam freely in the world.