Name: Marilla Diego
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Looks {x}
Power: She can make mirror images or allusions appear.
Personality: She is loud and energetic, she is a good runner and a good fighter. She is very clever and devious. She is very kind to those who deserve it but has a fiery temper.
Bio: Born into a disfunctional family in a small village she was the one who was forced to take care of her little brother when things got sketchy with her parents. After her fathers death when she was elleven her mother moved them into a scrubby apartment in the city. As her mother slowly began to srink herself to death her brother was going the same way, until one day he went on a motorbike underage and crashed. He was in hospital with a coma when she discovered her gift. She has been hunted ever since, living on the streets, having her weird and wonderful gift explained toher by a kind starnger with the same problem. But now things are worse than before, she is out alone and doesn't know what to do, so now she is a lone prowler.

Name:
Nicolyn Deserby

Age:
20

Gender:
Female.

Appearance:
She was tall and willowy. Slightly underweight from having too little acquaintance with having regular meals. She looked slightly Asian, perhaps Middle Eastern...maybe just an average American. You could never really tell what she was. She, fortunately, had a very ordinary face, and could blend into a crowd no matter the country.

Power:
Healing others and herself. She can heal major wounds when she concentrates, even mortal wounds, but she almost instantly drops from fatigue after she's done. Because of this, she nearly never uses that power in fear of being found by the government while she is unconscious.

Personality:
Years of being on the run has made it very hard for her to trust people. She sticks to herself, drifting, mostly. She is a quiet person of much control.

Background:
Nicolyn grew up at the age of six. On one lovely day in September when she was six years old, she made the mistake of healing her cat. It had been hit by a truck, and was practically a smear on the road, at the time. It was in full view of twenty people who had come out to see what had happened. She'd been running ever sense. They...the people who were trying to find her...had planted people to be her 'friends' before...so she didn't trust anyone. Hell, half of the time, she didn't even trust herself.

The cold wind whipped at her clothes and slapped at her face. She shivered as she walked, ducking into an alleyway and then jogging down towards an abandonned farm, where she knew that in the barn near the back would have a roaring fire, a spit roast and a happy conversation. That was just what Marilla needed just now, somewhere where her problems and fears could just melt away.
After five minutes of jogging she reached the gap in the fence where she squeezed her slim body through the slat and into the farm. She made her way across the thick marshy grass to the barn. She tapped the secret knock on the door and waited. A gruff voice from behind whispered out at her.
"Password."
Marilla looked around and then whispered "Marshmallow"
The door opened and the whiskery, wolf like face of Marcus appeared. "Come in Marilla, your letting the heat out!"
She slipped in and closed the door behind her, the warmth hitting her like sinking into a steaming bath. She sat down and began to relax, the smell of meat wafteing into her nostrils

Nicolyn watched the girl duck into the barn, seeing the heat escape with an expression of envy. She waited until they closed the door again, then reproduced the girl's knock and password. When she was let in, she kept close to the girl, just in case the passwords were individually tailored. If anyone was suspicious, it would look like they were here together. She sat at the bar next to the girl, keeping a friendly look on her face.

I noticed a girl had come in after me. I looked at her and smiled. I hadn't seen her before but I shrugged it from my mind and looked enviously at the roast.
"Whens dinner going to be ready Marcus? I am starving over here! I had another run in with Flemmings today," I said and there was the collective groan from around the barn.
Flemmings is the head government worker of his department, his department which happens to be hunting people like myself. He is one nasty peice of work and no-one likes dealing with him. I was in town today, in the cover of course, and saw a dog run from its owner, it was skinny and had patches of fur missing. Most obviously abused so I made a mirror of the dog running in the opposite direction. Sadly Flemmings was behind me so I had to bolt. I pushed that thought from my head and relaxed, absorbing myself into the conversation.

Nicolyn smiled back. She wasn't sure what exactly this place was...but it would do nicely as a hideout while the men who were after her searched outside. They were still cautious enough to avoid such a lively place. There were far too many people here to arrest without it leaking. She ordered the same thing as the girl and remained close. Taking a chance, she leaned in a bit closer to the girl and whispered.

"Marilla, is it? What...what is this place?"