Bens RP: Mutation (Mutants)

Yeah! My first RP! (If anyone still goes on this site)
I have no idea where to put this, so it goes here I guess....

Basis: The year is 2088, and humanity has had a difficult future. Big cities have become refuges from the growing jungle outside the walls. The major cities remain, such as San Francisco, Seattle, New York, Chicago, LA, Beijing, etc. Outside in the jungle horrible monsters live, killing many venturing out. Inside the city GEP (Genetically engineered potential), works on human subjects, who have been effected by the energies of the forest (Magic, mana, flux, etc.).

Players: You will be playing as one of these characters, as they escape GEP (The best name ever) and out into the city. Character can have most powers, just let me approve. No god-like power, such as time travels, bending reality ( Such as BOOM! I now have a house), basically try not to have powers that would be OP.  Also no Meta gaming, which is:
Attano: Corvo slides into the dark corner before anyone notices.
Guard: Lt. Hoffman walks over to the corner, just on a random check.
(btw they are two different characters)
[Basically, you can't know things your character doesn't know. Panelli breaks this a lot]
No killing others, without their permission.
Character form:

Delete parentheses!
Name: (Feel free to rip of names, just make 'em human, so no Caliborn, Vriska(Homestuck names)
Creator of the character: (who you really are)
Age: (over 10)
gender:
Power(s): (Try to limit it to under two)
Weakness(?)OPTIONAL: (like if the character faints at the sight of blood, or if they touch electricity, they get blisters)
Personality:
Looks: (You start out in all white clothes, and then go get your clothes when you break out)

Extra Info:
-The leader of GEP is named Teresa.
- To get between cities they use space elevators, and then fly over to the next one.
- Weapons: The guns fire little charged metallic spheres, which can be set for stun or kill.
- The jungle/ forest outside is full of magical and deadly strange beasts, and some people live out there.
-AMMO is the anti-mutant organization, it stands for Anti-mutant Mutual Organization.
-The Drunken Whaler pub has been abandon.
-Due to the players climbing over the wall, it has turrets every 100 yards, guards patrolling, and electric barbed wire.
-More added soon.

Name: Thomas ward
Age: 19
gender: Male
Power(s): Thomas can focus and control light and darkness, creating zones of darkness and intense light. He holds out a hand, and then and gathers the light or dark. He can do darkness in his left hand and light in his right. Thomas can also launch these orbs of light and darkness, causing explosions. Using almost all his energy (making him tired), he can bend light for a limited amount of time, making illusions.
Weakness: He can not stand being alone, and it can drive him nuts, sometimes talking with himself if he has been alone to long.
Personality: Thomas is a curious determined fellow, who when he has a goal it will take a huge effort to stop him. He like being around others, and tries to be nice to all.
Looks: Thomas has black hair, which is short. Thomas's eyes are blue. He stands 5' 8", and wears a dark black jacket open over a plain dark olive shirt. He wears normal jeans along with red sneakers.

Accepted

Name: Jonathan Davis
Age: 16
gender: Male
Power(s): Jonathan has the power of ice and time. He can make icicles from his palms and slam them into his enemies. He can also slow down or stop time for a limited amount of time. If he is in real trouble, he can shoot out a huge sheet of ice that freezes enemies and the time freezes with them, so they can never be unfrozen. However, the more he uses this the weaker the power gets until it is eventually useless.
Weakness: He is very weak except when he is using his powers, so he likes to stay away from people to take them out. He also occasionally suffers from mental breakdowns due to his traumatizing past. 
Personality: Johnathan has been a loner for most of his life and is used to being one. He is extremely skeptical of anyone he meets and will most likely try to run, even if they seem friendly. He is very talkative to anyone that knows him well enough, though. He's shy but if you get to know him he is pretty chill (if you get the pun... )
Looks: Jonathan has intense blue eyes and long brown hair. He wears a long green hoodie and regular jeans.

Alex, yours is accepted.

It was dark, and his head pulsed pain.
Thomas opened his eyes.
He was in a pure white walled room, with a bed, toilet, and sink. To his left, was a hallway dominating the wall. Thomas slowly stood up, and walked to the hallway. He was about to walk out when his foot hit something. Not knowing what it was, he reached out. At the same distance, his hand hit the invisible wall, and made a small pulse against the energy barrier.
"Stop that!" Called a voice down the hall.

Jonathan woke up and was already hyperventilating. Not a good way to start the day. As he slowly breathes to calm himself down from his horrid memory dream, he looks around. It was white. White everywhere. White. The color of snow. Snow... snow... snow. Jonathan breathed out very heavily and closed his eyes. Snow was a very relaxing thing, Jonathan thought to himself. He then opened his eyes and started moving towards his cell door. He looked around to see white walls all around. He looked to the left which led to a staircase. He looked to his right and saw a guard. He was wearing a grey uniform and was holding a shotgun. The guard stared back at Jonathan.
"What you looking at boy?" The guard called to him. Jonathan was about to answer when it happened. The grey uniforms. The shotgun. The same stern look on his face. Blood. Blood everywhere. Jonathan collapsed to his knees as his past flashed before him.
"Oh god! OH GOD NOOOOO GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAYYYYYYY!!" Jonathan screamed as he relived that one grey night years ago.

Demeter's heal reels as she wakes up in a plain white room with only a few things: a white bed, a white door, and a white nightstand with a white lamp on it. Everything was white. No color. no individuality.
What am I doing here? Where the hell am I? Demeter thought. Who would want her to come here? Her parents, her only family, died a long time ago, killed by the notorious Ginger Tom, a serial killer from her home city. No one should know she exists. But someone does. Someone is beckoning her.
Demeter then gets up frantically and starts to pace the room. What the hell is this sick joke??? Who is trying to make me come here? Who is looking for me?  Demeter's mind raced with these thoughts. Demeter was now breathing heavily, and moving so fast she felt like a lightning bolt.
"Hello? Who's there? Anyone?" No answer. Demeter the spoke louder. "Ok, enough. Let me go, whoever you are!" No answer. Demeter walks over to the white door and starts to bang on in with her feeble fists. "LET ME GO!!! WHERE AM I!!! I WANT OUT OF HERE!!!" Demeter then loses it, and begins to cry. Whoever did this to her would pay. Who would want to torment me like this? I am already alone in this world, who would want to do this to me? I just want to be alone. Demeter then wipes her eyes and is done. Then, she becomes filled with rage. Who would do this to me? What cruel bastard would put me through even more pain? Demeter then stands up and screams with all her might:"LEAVE ME BE!!!!" as she bashes a gaping whole in the white door.

Demeter, did I ever say you were accepted?
Hmmmm?

Well you are

((just wait around, i'll escape and u people can follow))

A guard walked up to Thomas's cell, carrying a pulse rifle. The guard wore grey armor, with a helmet that had a dark visor, covering his face.
"Come with me" He said as he pushed a key pad.
Thomas slowly stepped forward, bracing himself in case the invisible barrier was still there. Fortunately for his face, it was not there.
"Come with me" The guard said, gesturing down the hallway with his rifle.
Thomas walked slowly down the hallway, with the guard with the rifle at his back the whole way. There were some other cells along the way, with other teenagers and kids in them.
After walking down endless amounts of halls, they came to a huge metal door. The guard stepped around him, and typed some numbers into a key pad on the wall.
Thomas was able to see the numbers, 4_1, but could not see what the middle number was ((It's five)).
The door slid upward, revealing another huge white walled room, that seemed to be two floors tall. At the height of where a second story would be, there was a glass window. Behind it sat two men with lab coats working furiously on a computer set in front of them, and standing ominously behind was a tall woman with red hair, kept neatly in a pony tail. She stood like she owned the place, which she probably did. Thomas guested she was in her mid twenties. She looked beautiful to Thomas.
A speaker crackled to life.
"Please do not try to escape, and comply with the tests."
It was the woman speaking.
"We know you can make zones of darkness, please make one and then hide."
Suddenly parts of the floor came up, making places to hide.
Thomas raised his left hand and concentrated on making a zone of darkness. A small pain in the back of his head told he had achieved that. Thomas could see perfectly, and made his way behind a box. The same pain told him the zone has dissipated.
"Impressive. Now hit the targets with your targets with your energy"
The cubes retracted, and little parts of the wall lit up. Thomas raised his hands and fired some darkness from his hand. When they hit each of the targets, the light went out. Finally all the targets had been hit.
"Good, that's all for today"
The door opened, and a guard came in. Thomas slowly walked out, taking one last look at the pretty lady.

Jonathan was still screaming as a boy walked by with a guard. He seemed to completely ignore Jonathan. SNOW PICTURE SNOW! Jonathan screamed in his head. He began picturing snow and eventually that was all he could see. His breathing slowed and he slowly got up. When he opened his eyes, the guard was there standing at his cell with the door open.
"Come on then" The man ordered Jonathan. Jonathan had to use all of his self control to not begin having a panic attack. He walked up and saw the guard open the door, only seeing the number 5 in the middle. He knew that would be important. He was then led down a white walled hallway and into a room filled with men and women working away at computers. He was then led up to a women who seemed to be in charge.
"Please do not try to escape, and comply with the tests." A speaker blared a recorded message. Jonathan looked straight into the grey eyes of the lady in charge.
"Use your powers to stop the bullet." She said and hit a button. A drone robot appeared from underneath the floor and shot a small bullet at his head. Jonathan quickly reached down and the time around him stopped, the bullet still in mid-air. He stepped out of the way and released time. The lady nodded and pointed to some targets above him. He held up his hand and nonchalantly shot ice out of his hand to impale every target. He looked back at the lady.
"Good work. Simon, take him-" Jonathan was out the doors before she could finish the sentence. He waited for the guard to come back and stared at him as he slammed the door.

Thomas walked slowly down the hall, dreading the loneliness of his cell. Finally they reached his cell. He really didn't want to go back in there. Thomas was already very tired, but thought he might be able escape. He paused and drew on his power.
"get in there" Said the guard.
Thomas took a step to the side as the guard pointed his gun at the air. He then walked over and locked the cell. Thomas had successfully made an illusion. He had absolutely no idea how he knew how to do that.
He slowly crept down the hallways, until he came across an air vent. Thomas knelt down and slowly pried it open, trying to make no sound. Finally it popped off, clanging onto the floor. Thomas quickly climbed in.
It was hot in the vents, and Thomas really wished he had some water, or ice. After what seemed like an eternity, he came to another vent, with cool air rushing in. He quickly kicked it, not caring where it led.
Thomas crept out, into the open streets of San Francisco.

Jonathan woke up to blaring alarms.
"This facility is now on high alert, return to your posts and kill any escapees on site." A man blared on to the speakers. Jonathan grinned. This was his chance. For some reason, the usual invisible wall was not on so Jonathan could walk to the door. A guard noticed him and walked over.
"Get back in your cell or I will be forced to shoot you!" He yelled. The guard walked close enough so Jonathan flipped his wrist and a long icicle came from his wrist and stabbed the man's throat. Before the limp body hit the floor, Jonathan grabbed the key to his cell and unlocked it. He immediately began running until he found the stairwell. There guards were already about to fire on him with their pulse rifles so Jonathan froze time and ran as fast as he could. He didn't stop running until he found a back door. He flung it open as his time freeze power faded. He came face to face with a scientist.
"No don't run!" She screamed at him and tried to grab his legs. He needed to run and this scientist was in his way. So he stabbed her with an icicle and ran off into the foreboding city of San Fransisco.

Name: Teresa Monrova
Creator of the character: Ben Jewell
Age: 24
gender: Female
Personality: Determined and ?????
Looks: Teresa is tall, with red hair kept in a pony tail. She has stormy grey eyes. Teresa wears fancy black high heels, and white dress pants. She wears a nice white shirt made of silk, that goes to her wrists.

ACCEPTED

Jonathan kept running until he couldn't run anymore. He was in some strange park. He was panting and was sitting behind a tree. He closed his eyes for a second. Grey. His eyes flashed back open as his breathing increased. He really did not want a panic attack right now. So he tried to just imagine the snow again to calm him down. It seemed to be working. He was calming down. Until he realized what he did.
"OH GODDDDDDD!" Jonathan cried out as he remembered what he had done to escape the facility. He had killed an innocent woman for the sake of freedom. He could have kicked her off but no. He had murdered her in cold blood. He was no better than the people that stuck him in there. He was horrible. Jonathan stumbled around, his head becoming light. He knew he was going to faint soon. He didn't care. He almost wanted to die. As he finally collapsed to the ground he could barely make out the shadow of a young man above him.

"YOU LET THEM ESCAPE?" Screamed Teresa at officer in front of her. 
"One of them froze time, and we could do nothing" Mumbled the Officer. He was sweating like crazy.
"Luckily for you, you're valuable to our research." Said Teresa, looking over the video tapes. 
"Guards, take him to cell A4!!" Called over the speakers.
"No, no, this can't be happening!" yelled the Officer. 
The door opened, and two soldiers walked in carrying pulse rifles.
"Kill me, KILL Me!" Cried the Officer as he was dragged away.

Thomas was lonely. He was completely miserable.
He was sitting in a corner in an alley, in some clothes he had found in a old box. They weren't the best but at least he had something other than those testing clothes. He had used his explosives on them, in case they had trackers.
He needed company. 
"It's probably not the best idea to sit here" He murmured."Yes, yes. We should move on, find someone to talk to." He added on.
Thomas slowly stood up, and started down the alley.
"OHHH GOD!" Cried a voice down the alley.
"Company!" whispered Thomas, repeating it as he walked down the alley. A young man fell forward onto the ground. 
Thomas knelt down next to him curling up, and putting a old hoodie on the young man for a blanket.
He just needed to wait 'til he woke up, and they could talk.
Someone to talk to other than himself.

Jonathan awoke slowly, his eyes blurring. When his vision finally came back, he noticed it was night time. He slowly got up to see a young man standing there. Jonathan jumped back and whipped out his icicle wrist blade.
"Ge-get away from me! I- I'm a murder and I will kill you!" He shouted his voice cracking and shaking.

"Here, put on these clothes" said Thomas as he offered some other clothes he found.
"You murdered to escape the GEP?" He asked

As Jonathan began to process what the young man was saying, he looked him over. Then it hit him. It was the boy who walked past him when he was having his mental breakdown. He relaxed, only slightly, allowing his wrist blade to sink back into his skin. 
"I-I'd rather not talk about it..." Jonathan replied, looking down

"That's ok, as long as you talk" Said Thomas. 
It was dark in the alley, his new friend might like some light. Thomas raised his right hand and gathered light. He was feeling extremely tired, so he just left the orb there and fell asleep to his new friend, whom he didn't even know his name.

Jonathan watched as the young man went to sleep. He then covered his head with his hands. Its ok. Everything's all right... Jonathan calmly thought to himself as he breathed slowly. He grabbed the hoodie that the boy had handed him and put it on. He was still wondering if he should run. But the way the young man just immediately gave him the hoodie made Jonathan almost stuck to the boy. He felt almost attached to him.
"Misery does love company..." Jonathan whispered to himself with a grin as he laid down to sleep.

The dawn light shown down on Jonathan's face. He blinked his eyes open. He looked as the sun's orange glow barely illuminated the pavement around him. He looked over and saw the young man sleeping there near him. He got up. His mind was still having problems processing everything, so he began to look for more clothes other than his bland white pants. He walked over just a couple feet and almost fell over as he tripped on the sleeping body of a sleeping hobo. The man had a long beard and a backpack full of clothes. The backpack was a makeshift pillow for the unclean man. Jonathan knew it was probably all gross old clothes but he still looked through the backpack. There he found some jeans that actually looked kinda nice and seemed to fit him. So he grabbed them and walked away quickly back to the place he slept to wait for the young man to awaken.

Name: Kile
Creator of the character: who do you think?
Age: 15
gender:
Power(s): He can teleport a short distance, but he has to have line of sight and it leaves a bit of smoke lingering where he left. Also has slightly tougher skin due to genetic tampering
Weakness: Prefers the dark
Personality: He is a loner that shows little emotion
Looks: He is 5'10. Has really bright green eyes that glow slightly. Dark brown hair. Black t-shirt, jeans, and black leather jacket