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Started April 09, 2020 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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(kinda forgot about this-I thought I posted a template to this, but I guess not, sorry)

Name: Michelle Stenly
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Shipping?: maybe
Element: Earth
Appearance: Has reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. She's a little short and is on the slimmer side, and has a pale complexion.
Abilities: (1-20)

Strength: 8
Speed: 14
Intelligence: 18
Wisdom: 20
Dexterity: 16
Charisma: 6
Constitution: 16
Power: 19
Personality: Is fun-loving, and is quite fierce. She likes using her powers in unexpected ways to help her with whatever she needs.
Bio: Lived with her family, and generally grew up in a harsher lifestyle but with loving parents.
Other:

The Elemental Games were coming up. Everyone in the West - the poor, uncultured swine, as they were called, the different ones, the ones with the strange, alien abilities - they knew what going to happen. Their Manipulators were going to be called to the Capital, to fight and kill each other, to try to survive. They would lose their powerful leaders yet again, rendering them fearful, unable to rebel.

But the Manipoulators had been chosen recently. Neo Espian, Michelle Stenly, Reagan Ellos, and Brandon Martinez. They were young, and powerful and daring, more willing to defy and destroy. There was hope for them yet. Maybe they would all survive, and find a way out.

Or maybe not.

All anyone knew was that they were in for something terrible.

The crowd of people was a rare sight in the City Center, where most people ducked their heads and moved on as quickly as possible. But now, everyone was gathered together to watch the leave of their beloved champions, and Manipulators.

Maybe they would cry as they hugged loved ones. Maybe they would joke and say it was all good and fine. Maybe they would swagger confidentally about. Who knows?

Brandon shifted uncomfortably through the crowds, keeping his hood up and his face angled down. He wasn't used to big places with lots of people, and didn't want to be recognized. For five years the media had been following him around as he moved from place to place, back alley to motel room, desperately trying to research in peace. He resented them for acting like amy (the most wonderful woman in the world) had never existed.

Brandon felt a pang in his heart at the thought of his sister, and quickly repressed his sadness. He had to focus. Today was the day he had trained his entire teenage life for.

Before he could finish his thought, he tripped and almost fell face-first on the ground. Someone said, "Oh, I'm so sorry! Can I help you??" but he scrambled up, his heart pounding, and quickly walked on before they could realize who he was.

Neo's family had gotten a car for him, having said their goodbyes at the Espian Estate. Well, goodbyes may not be the correct term, Neo's father had placed a hand on his son's shoulders and said seven words. "Do not disappoint me. Remember, narrow path." The mention of a narrow path was from a saying passed down through their family: 'On a narrow path there is only room for one.'

Neo had simply nodded and made his way to the car, arriving at the City Center in no time at all. Neo opened the door and stepped out, head held high. He was a member of the Espian Family and damn proud of it.

Michelle hugged her mom one last time and made her way through the alleyways to the City Center, hanging her head low and keeping the hood up. She always got a little uncomfortable when people saw her. She was never quite sure why, though. But at any rate, whenever citizens looked at her with awe in their faces, she felt like she didn't deserve it. Others had worked far harder than she had, and yet she was the one with the power.

Brandon pushed his glasses up on his nose and shoved his hand into the pocket of his jacket to nervously flick the pages of a tiny notebook. His collar was flipped up both against the wind and the nosy gazes of passersby. As he approached the glass doors to the arena's lobby, his heart leapt into his throat. It was happening; he could barely believe it. He flipped a coin into the fountain at the entrance as a small nod to his sister, and after a deep breath and a murmured "you've got this, mate," he straightened his back and walked inside.

Reagan was silent as he made his way to the arena lobby, his golden eyes narrowed. He was wearing a simple dark jacket over a white t shirt, along with a decent-looking pair of jeans. Gods, this is a mess. He thought, shaking his head a little bit.

Brandon glanced behind him and noticed another figure approaching the doors. He quickly turned back, taking in a breath and holding it as he wondered if they had noticed. His anxiety was through the roof; he took off his hood at last and ran his hands through his hair, preparing to approach the tall, imposing desk before him.