Name: Elizabeth (Iz) Harrose
Age: 14
Group: K-ground leader
Powers: She isn't completely aware of all of her power. She can sometimes see the future , levitate herself and other objects, and create illusions. She doesn't have a full grasp on her power yet and she has trouble controlling it when it's used.
Looks: Iz has blueish-white hair. She usually wears jeans and a black t-shirt with specks of paint on it. During meetings or on special occasions she'll bring out her black dress. Iz is a small girl. Small frame, small appearance. She's the type of person you'd never notice on the street. Her shoulder length hair is hard to forget, though. In the moonlight you'd think it was living silver. It sparkles, easily distracting people. She keeps it up in her hat most of the time.
Personality: Iz is a tomboy by any standards. She hates the color pink and absolutely despises fake flowers. "They don't even have a smell. What good are they?" She naturally tries to help and make things better. Sheloves organizing everything, helping the Extremes on the run, and training K-Grounders. She has the tendency to overdo things.
History: Iz lost her parents in a fire when she was nine. She was taken in by Katie, an Extreme herself who died two years later. She had been living on her own when she discovered her powers. That night her hair went from being black to being white tinged with blue. She started K-Ground after the door-to door searches began.

Name: Vertia Cole (Pronounced "Vershia Coal.")
Usually Called: Lady Cole (Not her favorite)
Age: 12
Group: K-Ground Field Specialist (Head of all important field operations)
Powers: She's poison, literally. Her touch can take your breath away and a kiss is a deadly. They could also have the opposite affect, which can be even deadlier. Too much of her healing kisses and touches can be addicting.
Looks: Her dark black hair blends perfectly with the night, which is how she operates. Her blank black eyes are entrancing to everyone she meets, giving her time for her to attack. Her attire is classy and stylish. It's the kind of stuff you'd see on commercials for outrageous prices. She mostly wears black, with some grey when she's feeling happy. Her boots are her favorite and she might just kill you if you do anything to them. That gem around her wrist is pricier than a bag full of diamonds. It was an item found in a lost temple long ago by her mother.
Personality: Despite her attire, Cole's actually pretty optimistic. She enjoys getting in all kinds of trouble. So she's learned how to make bombs and clean guns. She usually doesn't care about other people's problems but this war was to big to ignore. She's taken it upon herself to make sure K-Grounds funds are take care of.
History: Cole was ignored often by her parents, the famous explorers and treasure hunters. She learned everything she knows from them, though. They were killed when she was eight. She's taken care of by her distant relative (She's not really sure she's related.) and her maid, Shelby. She inherited everything her parents had (by hacking into the system and getting the money before she turned eighteen.) She's still in tight with some Government officials.

Name: Acilian Vertado (Ashilian)
Usually Called: Ace
Age: 17 but she acts like a little kid.
Group: K-Ground
Powers: Ace's first power has been with her forever. She has the ability to temporarily warp reality. She also has the ability talk to plants.
Looks: Ace has shoulder-length black hair and greenish-black eyes. Everything she wears has to have a buckle. There like an obsession for her.
Personality: Ace is insane. She acts very childish most of the time but she sometimes has a deeper understanding then most adults. Ace can often be unstable, switching from emotion to emotion faster than you can blink.
History: Ace's powers have been active since birth. She's made her house her playground more than once. Ace went insane when she couldn't stop the warping. Ace was kicked out by her father when she destroyed her own home.

Name&&Meaning-
Betwixt
Neither this nor that;
Midway

Betwixt would love to be called Twib but no one calls her that. It would disrespect her mother's memory.

Betwixt. A curse from above to crush her beneath.

FightingToSurvive- Betwixt has been fighting for her right to live for 17 years. She joined the Govie ranks when she was ten.

HerBeliefs- Betwixt is scared of what she calls the In Betweens. Between two trees that are a few feet apart length apart, lighter shadows, roads, and (the biggest one of all) midnight, are all In Betweens. Betwixt believes that demonic wolfs, small devilish humans, Pandora's tears, and other horrible things are in and can happen to you in the In Between.

InnerDemons- Betwixt is skittish, to say the least, around In Betweens but she is quite level-headed. Betwixt often has odd dreams and sees things in the In Betweens. She absolutely goes crazy at any mention of them.

She has a power, but it is small, easy to hide. She knows where people are, at any moment in the day. Nothing surprises her.

HowItCameToBe- A starlit night went peacefully for the city but not for Malkish, daughter of Torn, and mother of one. She panted heavily as the slightest change of color approached the horizon. Howls of dogs and men reached her ears. "Help me please," The gray-haired woman whimpered softly. "My baby! Oh my baby!"

As the sun embraced the horizon, the mother hauled the pathetic little child along with her as she stumbled through the streets. No matter how far she went she could not get away from those howls and shouts. Finally, Finally, she came to a house that had lit windows. She stumbled to the door and dropped to her knees. "My darling, Betwixt. My darling dear," Malkish stroked the tiny girl's hair. "Go to the phone and call 911. Say you don't remember who you are and you need help! Tell them you think your mother is dead.

Yes, mommy," The tiny girl answered and kissed her mother's cheeks. "You'll come back, right?

Of course. I'll come for you," Malkish turned and ran away from the girl, silver hair flying out behind her. The howls came closer to her and farther from her child. The stars danced above and the girl sat inside the phone booth, the door open, listening intently. When she heard screams and howls, shouts and barks, she knew her mother wasn't coming back.

Name? The girl doesn't look at you. She sits in front of a computer, typing away at the speed of light. You wait for a moment. "Wallace Mahogany Grain. Walli, if you prefer.
Age? What a dumb thing. It only matters what you do," She says, distraction heavy in her voice. "Let's say I'm twelve-ish. Group? . "Unaffiliated." A simple reply.
Powers? ."Power?," Now she looks at you. "Let's say I understand machine, all types. It's like they talk to me. I wouldn't expect you to understand.
Looks She stands up and does a slow turn for you. "She has wavy black hair, tied back with a black ribbon. She has shockingly electric blue eyes, lighting up her pale face. You barely glance at her clothes. Tight jeans, a white top and a mesh shawl, so light and airy that you can see through the beautiful blue fabric. Not what you would expect from this girl.
Personality She sits back down, and puts her feet on top of your head. "I guess I'm confident, especially in my skills. You see, I'm a computer wiz. Due to my special powers. I'm the best in the business. I keep myself secret. Wait, why should I tell you what I'm all about. Find out for yourself.
History The usual. Adopted. Abandoned by my adopted parents. I fond myself lost in the world of technology before I even discovered my powers. Sure they help," She peeks at you out of the corner of her eye, "but I don't need them."

PeicesOfHerPuzzle- Silence. That's all you need to know. My real name couldn't be nearly that cool. It's Marie Mayfleet. Not cool, at all. So, call me Silence. Like my powers, it holds value to only certain people.
Musical rhythms and wonderful beats

YearsOfSolitude- I take my life one day at a time. Thankfully, I count it in years. 16 wonderfully painful years.

Peace&&Quiet- Marie sat in her room, meditating on life, her hands over her ears. The six year old had heard those familiar screams every day of her life. Her sister, next room down, screaming and banging her head against the door. That was her way of blocking the real ones out. The parents. They screamed, and sometimes Uncle Joey stepped in, too.
She could take it no longer. Marie stood up and walked downstairs. Her parents were in the kitchen, right in the other's face, screaming something about dinner. She didn't know it, but the longer she listened, the bluer her eyes got. Finally, she said her first thing in a long time. "Silence." She was surprised. She didn't know why she chose that word. But whatever she said, the screaming stopped. so did the banging. Even the birds and the winds were silent. Her parents were still moving their mouths, but no sound came. They realized it and looked at Marie. She nodded, "I'll let you speak again if you promise not to yell. Ever again."

My parents died only three years after that.

DeadlyMelodies- I can do pretty much anything with a sound. I can take a pencil or a long stick, wave it, and sound comes out of no where. As I'm sure you learned, I can also steal sound, as my sister calls it. I stop any sounds from ever occurring. I can do so many things that it is simply amazing. I can bend tunes and sounds to my liking, even turning a blast of sound into a weapon. How, you ask? I could easily scramble their brains, or even knock them backwards. Some people call it a curse, I call it a gift. So does my sister. It is the most precious thing I could ever have. And it's there.

MusicRoom- 70. An even number. I like that. I live in an apartment, close to the Govie headquarters. But it isn't the room, that is the good stuff. It's the equipment. I have a flute, violin, guitars, a snare drum, and some other assorted musical equipment. You now, the stuff I could afford on my small salary as a grocery bagger.