♦ ♦ Aliases
^{Doctor Cross}
♦ ♦ 38 years
^{march 4th, 2062}
♦ ♦ 5'10" and 137 lbs
^{sturdy build, firm musculature, not easily pushed around.}
♦ ♦ Villain
^{Leader of the Sanctum}
♦ ♦ Weapon of Choice
^{Bare hands. Often manipulates his environment into weapons.}
♦ ♦ Occupation
^{Ex-Employee (field scientist and researcher) of EvoGro Corp
Owner of Cross Industries}
♦ ♦ Power - Radiation and Molecular Destabilization
^{Can generate radiation and energy from his hands. Utilizes this to excite inanimate objects into a manipulable state. Can phase through planes as well as change the shape of objects through the touch of his hands. The denser objects are, the longer it takes to manipulate them. He is incapable of manipulating surfaces that he cannot press his palms against (spiked surfaces, heated surfaces, metals with electric current) and the following substances are extremely difficult for him to manipulate.
Lead, Gold, Palladium, Platinum, Silver}
♦ ♦ Personality
^{A strategist first, a fighter second. Despite his aptitude with his powers, he prefers to stay in the sidelines when it concerns direct conflict. Richers is not afraid to fight when it comes down to it, though, and he will not hold back. Reluctant to cause unnecessary civilian pain, however no hesitation to end lives. Prefers his fights to be quick.
Richard is strong in his ideals, and is glad to preach them. He is amiable, though stubborn, and is not easily swayed from what he believes to be the best approach. He treats his friends well and generously, and is quick to praise. He is not to be mistaken for one who is soft-hearted, however.}
♦ ♦ History
^{Richard Cross was born to a family of old wealth, and was rather sheltered growing up. Attended university, became a scientist, and had high aspirations. Richard was interested in studying the Supers phenomenon-- different sources of powers, the effects of powers, and the supers themselves. He was hired by EvoGro Corp, whose goal was to be able to artificially produce super humans.
He married a co-worker, Min-Sook Rhee, and had a son, Otis. Life was looking bright for Richers, and his research was going well.
Not fast enough for his employers, however. Against his protests, EvoGro went into the experimental stage far before he believed they were ready. For years, he endured watching the inhumane carelessness with which the experiments were conducted, thanks to his own research. When he'd had enough, he stole his own work and wiped clean all copies existing at EvoGro, resigning along with his wife and retreating behind his family name to protect him. In the safety of his own home and with the resources of his own family, he reproduced the experiments on himself and artificially induced super powers, intending to use his powers to shut down EvoGro- which he did. With EvoGro Corp out of the way, he founded Cross Industries, attempting to use the company to improve the life of Saint City.
A couple years passed, and there was definite progress. Spending days at a time fighting crime and corruption only through legal means and money was taxing on the man, and so he began plots to use his powers to speed up the process. Corrupt politicians were killed, competing companies were flattened through bribery and blackmail- not the cleanest methods, but for a good cause, he assured himself. His wife found out quickly, and she left him, taking both his research and his son. Shortly after, he founded The Sanctum.
Fastforward to present day- Cross Industries and the Sanctum are both big names in Saint City. His wife is passed, and his son has moved back in with him. The Vanguard, which made an appearance two years ago, has slowed down recent progress in his schemes, though he doesn't suspect for a moment that it is his own son who heads the effort. Richard Rhee is known for his success with Cross Industries, his ambition, his wealth, and his philanthropy and charity. Doctor Cross, who appeared alongside The Sanctum, is feared for his power and his followers.}
♦ ♦ Goals
^{Worldwide Reset
Destruction and Persecution of the inhumane and selfish}
♦ ♦ Likes
<sup>+ hygiene
+ witty banter
+ puzzles and challenges
+ people with confidence
+ competence
+ birds and fish
+ naivety</sup>
♦ ♦ Dislikes
<sup>- distastefully revealing clothes
- difficult or closed minded people
- dull, repetitive tasks
- feeling useless or pointless
- what he perceives as corruption</sup>

♦ ♦ Strength
²⁵
♦ ♦ Special Strength
³⁰
♦ ♦ Defense
¹⁰
♦ ♦ Special Defense
¹⁰
♦ ♦ Agility
⁰⁵
♦ ♦ Dexterity
²⁵
♦ ♦ Intelligence
³⁰
♦ ♦ Fortitude
¹⁵

♦ ♦ Brandt Kilpatrick (Hermes)
^{Close friend (?) and Ally. Right hand man, trusts immensely.}
♦ ♦ Otis Rhee (The Ray)
^{His son. Doesn't know about Otis' Vanguard involvement. Cares about, but a bit distant.}
♦ ♦ Russel Spraut (Smog)
^{Heckled him when used to work for EvoGro. Was kind of a fan.}

° Name: Haruka Mishi
° Age: 15
° Gender: Male
° Blood Type: A
° Height: 6"2
° Birthday: June 13
° Specialty: Guitar
° Sub-Specialty: Soccer

° Personality:
Stubborn - When Haruka has set his mind on something, either pushing himself on finishing something difficult or acheieving something he wants/needs, he is determined to reach his goal. No matter what.
Responsible - Haruka is quite tidy and organized, he knows what to do in his life and what to go for. It's unusual for him to forget or lose something. (unless he has a good reason why)
Patient - When hes waiting in line or waiting for a package, Haruka doesn't focus on the upcoming arrival of things too much. He tries and occupies himself with other things till the time is right.
Sensible - If you need some advice or help, Haruka is all ears and will give you the best advice he has up his sleeve. Haruka isn't the type to judge someone by their appearence (sometimes, its obvious though from their appearence), and this is why Haruka dislikes people who complain about others or situations in general.
Tense - When going somewhere new or where he isn't comfortable in, Haruka is like a late blossom in Spring. Unless he knows someone there, he'll open up a little. Therefore, Haruka hates being forced to do something he doesn't want to do, this also relates to Stubborn.

° Preferred Activities: Writing (music, poetry, etc), origami or crafts, singing, playing sports

° Likes: Oranges, his guitar, enthusiastic people, being relaxed, lunch break, blowing dandelions

° Dislikes: No ideas when hes composing, waking up early, whiny/complaining people, being forced, math

° Backstory: Haruka was born and grew up in Kobe. Haruka was an only child and the family lived in a large house in the suburbs.
His father was a doctor while his mother was a Professor at a University. At a young age, Haruka was always attracted to his fathers guitar playing from time to time when he came home from work.
He often sneaked upon it and play with it until he had to do something else.
Since then, every time he came home from school, he would always head into his fathers studies and play some random tunes on the guitar.
On Harukas last year of Elementry, his parents gave him a guitar iof his own. He cherished it dearly and would always play it whenever he got the time (sometimes when he wasn't supposed too); he also started covering little tunes like 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' or short part of songs. He quickly became better at playing and started writing his own music.

Unfortunately, Haruka's father became ill and passed away a month after. Haruka stored his guitar away and music sheets somewhere deep in the house and hardly touched it.
He focused more on other things like his education, personal life and getting his way through the real world. His mother, of course, became worried and then soon found out about #Hoshino-Gakuen; since she is a Professor in a University, and searched through what the school was about. She was very pleased, and hopeful, about how the school concentrates on the Arts (and other activities).

Sooner or later, Haruka looked it over and decided to attend. He scavaged through the house for his guitar and music sheets and they both headed into Tokyo. Even after Haruka got accepted into the school, whenever he holds the guitar, he always feels a small pain in his chest.

° Extra Info:
♫ Since Elementry, his parents signed him up for soccer and he very much enjoys it and is still very active in the sport
♫ When Haruka got his guitar, a year later he recieved headphones as a gift; since he was also very passionate in music in general that time
♫ He sounds like 【Rib】
♫ The first song Haruka learned to play was River Flows in You. It was also the song his father first played for him, also multiple of times. So Haruka didn't have difficulty learning it himself.
♫ Harukas guitar (and headphone ref) look like this. *The pattern on his guitar are stickers (I hope its okay if the refs are a bit sketchy ;-; )
♫ The guitar does make him upset, but its still very dear to him since it was a gift from both his parents, and, like it said in the backstory, he admired his fathers guitar playing.

**All these links OTL AND THERE MAYBE MORE FACTS ABOUT HIM ADDED LATER. MAYBE
***I also hope the story isn't so.. cheesy or depressing. ;-;

:: Name ::
^{Arabella Cappellaccia
The Caged Princess}

:: Age ::
^{17 years old}

:: Gender ::
^Female

:: Original Family ::
^Cappellaccia

:: Connection to the Mafia Family ::
^{Cappellaccia Terzo ( 3rd Boss )}

:: Flame Type ::
^Sky

:: Weapon ::
^N/A

:: Box Weapon ::
Bianca Colibri di Cielo (White Hummingbird of the Sky)

Cielo celeste ( Heavenly Sky )
Using its small size and speed it can cover wide areas with harmonizing sky flames in a short period of time; few enemies have time to realize they are under attack until it is already too late.

:: Skills ::

Sewing
Singing
Sleeping

:: Personality ::
<sup>|[ Sheltered ]|[ Sweet ]|[ Shy ]|[ Submissive ]|[ Self-Sacrificing ]|
Arabella is hardly what one would expect the Boss of a Mafia Family to be; a sheltered girl who spent the majority of her life indoors. She has a very skewed understanding of the real world and very little experience dealing with things on her own. Because of this she always comes across very submissive in her decisions, and is very shy around people she doesn't know.

Though she might be shy, she does have a very kind-hearted spirit. She tries her hardest to take everyone into consideration and would go out of her way to take care of those around her. Arabella is the type of girl who would take in an injured animal and try to nurse it back to health, no matter what. She doesn't hold grudges against others and is willing to forgive those who've wronged her in the past.</sup>


:: Likes ::

The color white
Soft and fluffy things
The smell of the air during a rainy day
Taking naps
Rositio

:: Dislikes ::

Fighting amongst the family
Loud noises
Reptiles and Bugs
Cold weather
Rositio

:: Biography/History ::
<sup>The only child of the Cappellaccia Secondo, Arabella was subject to the most prestigious care and protection. Although her mother unfortunately passed away during Arabella's delivery, her father considered his daughter to be his beloved wife's final treasure, and swore to himself that he would never let anything bad happen to his daughter. However, some promises are not so easy to keep. Arabella inherited a genetic disease from her mother, Aplastic Anemia. This, combined with her rare blood type and lack of siblings for a bone marrow transplant, made it very difficult for her father to keep his promise.

Because of her disease, Arabella grew up with an extremely compromised immune system. She was rarely allowed to go outside and even a small cough or cold left her in critical care. It was a difficult battle for her father, but he had plenty of money and a great foundation among doctors and specialists, who were always there to make certain Arabella received the upmost quality of care. It was hardly the normal life for a young girl, but it was all she knew.

This is how her life went on. Her father hired a home tutor for her to educate her on politics, business, and leadership. She was a good girl, who did everything her father wanted her to do. She never spoke up against him and always got along with everyone that they worked with. Although she grew up amongst the mafia she never truly understood what they did. She was never exposed to the darker side of it, and only saw her father hosting gala's and making business arrangements with politicians.

Her first exposure to the Mafia's true face was the night her father was assassinated by an opposing family. Arabella was 14. It was a devastating event for her. Those closest to her believe she has never recovered from it fully. Her father's right hand man became her care-taker, and temporary leader of the Cappellacia. A few months later, once Arabella was speaking again, she inherited the title of Boss from her father.

Since her inheritance Ceremony the Cappellaccia family changed drastically... this new-found direction, eventually leading to the forced union between her family and the Aquilino.</sup>

:: Notes ::

Gets tired easily and spends the majority of her time taking naps and day dreaming.
She receives regular blood transfusions to keep her Anemia in check.
Has a stuffed rabbit named Harold.
Gets sick easily.
Has her own private Atrium on the property, a secret garden filled with flowers, trees, and birds.

MAIN || #ACE5EE: Blizzard _{(//laughs at how his powers have nothing to do with ice)}
SUB || #FFEC8B: Light Goldenrod 1
SUB || LOCKED
SUB || LOCKED

Father left us before I can remember, not even sending child support. There were no financial issues since Mother inherited her parents’ riches, but the psychological impact caused Mother to pretend I wasn’t there unless she was giving commands (e.g. “make me tea”); my mere presence—my conspicuous blue hair and heterochromia—reminded her of the man she’d loved who’d discarded her.

When I was young, Mother began to get debilitating migraines, but refused to go to the hospital (she felt that accepting help would threaten her independence¹), instead purchasing medicine herself. The meds made Mother... nice in a way. She would actually talk to me, conversations I coveted, slurred and vapid as they were. Once the meds wore off, she’d revert to her normal self, only crankier as the pain returned.

I wanted “Nice Mother” all the time, though, so I crushed the pills into powder in her everyday tea like a secret ingredient. As a child, I didn’t understand this was ‘wrong.’ The medicine made Mother feel better; why shouldn’t I give her more? As the meds became less effective, I kept increasing the dosages. Mother found me out months later because of her tendency to ignore me and the drugs’ impact on her mind, but too late: she was already addicted.²

Mother’s physical dependence on the drug made her extremely pliant. While usually she would order me about like a slave, on the meds, she practically became my servant. It was not malice but puerility that made me take advantage; because Mother never showed me affection normally, I demanded of her toys galore. What need had I of hugs and kisses when I had such “trophies” to reassure myself of Mother’s love?

However, the nicer Mother got while under the influence, the meaner she became when not, to the point where I threatened to withhold her meds if she didn’t treat me better. With that, both sides of Mother bent to my will.

One inevitable day, Mother lost it, screaming that she’d rather become dependent on a doctor than on me. She went to the hospital where she was given a substitute for her meds to slowly bring down her addiction.³ Mother guarded the substitute pills and made her own food and drinks instead of telling me to. Now I received curses instead of such orders, and I had no power to do anything about it without the addictive meds at hand. I couldn’t stand it; I needed control again.

I tried to use Mother’s online bank account to buy more meds—she’d given me the necessary info when under the influence—but she caught me, changed her passwords, and hit me for the first time. And it was far from the last. Desperate to turn the tables, I snuck into my high school’s lab one night, fostering the naïve hope that I could recreate the addictive drug. The moment I opened up a cabinet in a back room, the chemistry teacher came out from around the corner, explaining why everything had been conveniently unlocked. He’d discovered me and I’d discovered his secret: a cache of illegal drugs. Mr. Olson’s job as a teacher was a cover for being a drug creator and supplier for a crime ring. Once he’d heard my panicked confession, he offered me a deal (easier than having to kill me and cover up): my silence and assistance in exchange for Mother’s addictive meds.

Mr. Olson did deign to teach me how to make drugs; however, he’d mainly “hired” me to help him test his creations. One might think a kid incapable of drugging people, but that mindset was exactly what made it possible. Nobody was on guard around me, just like Mother hadn’t been initially. Mr. Olson would take me to a popular restaurant daily for dinner—Mother hardly cared (she welcomed my absence)—to slip his drugs into the regulars’ food to observe the effects over time. This strategy worked because he directed me toward college students, whom society would write off as doing drugs on their own and not investigate. If an investigation did take place, the police would suspect the chefs, and the restaurant received so many customers that we would hardly be singled out if they somehow decided to question non-staff members. We were careful to use a different restaurant for each drug; downtown was full of suitable testing venues.

At first, Mr. Olson would create distractions for me, but those stopped once I grew adept at spiking food unnoticed. I took this technique home to Mother, reattaching the puppet strings of addiction with subtle patience. Despite my best efforts, she inevitably noticed her relapse and this time opted to check into a rehab center, away from me. Luckily, she still had enough stubborn pride to keep secret that her son was behind her downfall. I’d gotten access to her bank account again while she was drugged. With that, I was fine living alone;⁴ if anything, Mother had taught me how to be self-sufficient, both by example and by ignoring me, forcing me to fend for myself. Emotionally, I was far from heartbroken; at some point, Mother’s value to me had gone from an idol to win the love of to a puppet to make dance. I’d lost my “favorite toy,” but I had plenty more to play with now: the subjects of the experiments with Mr. Olson. By the time I could no longer play the “innocent child” card, my stealth skills in drugging the subjects more than made up for it.

Those pleasant days didn’t last. A rival drug ring sent thugs to ambush Mr. Olson in his lab, and when I arrived to see them beating my teacher, my temper literally exploded as my power manifested itself. Because of my complete lack of control, while I did deal major injuries to the foes present, I did more damage to myself: namely, the loss of my right arm.

Mr. Olson rushed me to the emergency room, but said his farewells once I was stable; now that he had enemies after him, he had to go underground, and he did not want to put me in further danger. I had come to see him as a father and did not wish to be separated, but I wanted him to be safe as much as he wanted me to be. Because of my power, I was a danger to myself and everyone around me, so I let him go.

I needed to learn how to control my power, so once I received and adjusted to my prosthetic arm, I made my way to Chromatica where I figured I could learn from colorists with similar abilities. Since I wished to avoid being linked back to the explosive accident in case that rival drug ring’s influence spread even here, I chose to assume a new name: Ace Durante. Because I had to earn money, I began making and testing drugs like I had with Mr. Olson, then selling them to the highest bidder. Eventually the BP faction took notice and recruited me, which I gladly accepted as I would be able to gain much more money with their wide reach.

¹ ((Who do you think Ace got his stubborn autonomy from? Ace’s father leaving her also strengthened her desire to prove to herself that she was perfectly fine alone.))

² ((The meds Ace’s mother purchased were legal, but over-abuse of any drugs can potentially lead to addiction. One good example is cough syrup.))

³ (([link] (buprenorphine), used to counter opioid addiction))

⁴ ((The social worker that eventually came around for Ace got bribed to leave him alone and report that all was fine.))

Limits/Drawbacks:
- Ace can only affect solid objects within a 1.5-meter radius.
- Once he’s ‘fused’ (aka attached a mental fuse to) something, it will explode immediately unless he wills a delay, which can only last ten seconds, and then even Ace cannot stop it. This means Ace himself has ten seconds to get out of range or find protection.
- He can only use objects up to his own mass. If he explodes something of equal mass, that will use up all his energy, causing a 24-hr blackout. Something of half his mass has the potential to make him momentarily black out. Basically, between half his mass and his whole mass, there is a linear trend of length and probability of blacking out. Ace rarely detonates objects greater than 5 kg (~10 lbs) as anything heavier quickly drains his energy.
- Speaking of which, Ace’s power requires a TON of energy to use, the source of which is calories from food. Thus, Ace must have a full stomach to properly use his power; if he is even a little hungry, he may not be able to use his power, or it may backfire.
- If he is bottling up his emotions (anger, fear, anxiety, etc), they have the terrible habit of ‘leaking’ into he’s touching, making it explode, and such point-blank explosions present quite the danger to Ace.
- Ace is psychologically blocked from exploding living beings because he can imagine himself in the other’s place and the thought terrifies him. He actually believes his power is incapable of working on living beings because he tried once and it didn’t work because of that subconscious block.

Limits/Weaknesses: This is a passive power he has no control over; he can’t even choose what is and isn’t a poison, meaning that even some beneficial medicines may not work on him if his power determines them to be ‘poisons’ (e.g.: if they have enough side effects). (This also means he cannot be anesthetized to the point of unconsciousness. _{Also, no getting drunk or high.})