You... are not quite sure what you are. You look human. You think human. You were born human. But you're not human, there is no doubt about that. On December Twentieth, just a couple days from Christmas, you along with several others were attacked. You may have known eachother, you may not have. You may have been together, or might not have.
But alone or grouped, the result was the same; you Died.
Dead. There was absolutely no doubt. The thing in human form that killed you had been quite thorough; each and every one of you, gutted, your entire lower body crushed into flesh and bones into dust. You should know. You were conscious the entire time.
You passed out. You don't know if it was from the pain, the shock, or anything else.
What you do know is that you woke up on a medical table, naked and surrounded by everyone else that was attacked. You seemed alive. Completely unharmed, in fact. Whatever conclusion you came to, it was dashed. Doctors, government agents, the media; over the next few months, your faces were in the papers, on the internet, Tvs around the world were blaring about You.
Why? Because you no longer existed. There were still records; your family recognized you, assuming you had one. It was your body. Every microscope, every blood test, every X-ray, every single way to confirm that you were a entity upon the world came up short. People could touch you; they could see and speak to you, as if you were human.
But no more.
And as time went on, you found yourself Superior.
In every single way, you were Superior to all of humanity; you could move as fast as a cheetah and last as long as a wolf. Your eyesight was beyond human comprehension. You could soak up physical damage as if you were made of solid titanium.
And that was just the beginning. Weapons were no mystery; unknown instincts guide your hand and body in combat. Unique, reality bending powers are at your fingertips.
You Are Mystery. You Are Unknown.
The world calls you Gods in Human Flesh. The Churchs call you either Living Saints or Representations of Evil. Scientists call you an Anomoly; the Military, a Threat. To Everyone.
But, despite how Superior you are, there are three things in which you are sorely lacking. One, Numbers. You are few against the World, and while Powerful, are not Invincible. Two, your own Mind. Whether you are a genius or an average joe, your mind remains the same, and power does not equal tactical superiority.
And Finally, Three: Knowledge. You do not know What you are. You do not know Why you are. You do not know How you are. But if there is a single thing that all of you share, it is the Burning NEED to know how you became as you are.
Five Months after your Rebirth, you have been declared a Threat to Humanity. The World is Against You, and your Kin, be they in Blood, Strength, or Bonds.
And at the end of this all, as you all wake up on the day of your execution, a voice whispers in your mind.
You have Seven Days.
Find your Fate, and Find your Self.
Note: This takes place in a semi-realistic world; that means that, whereever your powers/abilities are not directly bending the laws of physics to thier will, Reality Ensues. What this means? If you're going at Mach Ten while wearing everyday clothes, expect to find yourself on fire at the end. If you're moving a sword faster than the human eye can follow, expect it to be dust by the end of your swing, unless your power specifically avoids that.
And finally, as I noted; your mind is still human. And you poeple were pretty much normal, and haven't been allowed a single private moment since they were reborn, so you aren't going to have the mental reflexes to match your physical capabilities. That'll take time, and while your combat Instincts take care of things to a degree, they aren't perfect.
Appearance: (Text or Pic)
Unique Power: (All of your powers are unique, extremely powerful, but have limitations.)
Two Best Aspects: (Strength, Regeneration Speed, Agility, Skill, Endurance, Willpower.)
One Good Aspect: (Strength, Regeneration, Speed, Agility, Skill, Endurance, Willpower.)
Two Worst Aspects: (Stenght, Regeneration, Speed, Agility, Skill, Endurance, Willpower)
One Bad Aspect: (Strength, Regeneration, Speed, Agility, Skill, Endurance, Willpower.)
Explanation of the Aspects: Your best aspect are your best, while your good aspects and better than the average.
Strength: Pretty obvious. If your favored Aspect is Strength, then you can toss tanks pretty easily. Note, however, that Strength does NOT equal Endurance; if you've got high strength but low Endurance, don't expect to be able to toss a tank without starting to breathing heavy.
Endurance: Your energy levels and your ability to tough it out for long amounts of time. You could hold your breath for hours on end, and losing an arm wouldn't be a factor until you noticed the blinding white pain.. Or passed out from blood loss, which would take a very long time. your skin is steel and your heart is diamond. Of course, even if you can tank a tacnuke, that doesn't mean you're actually going to survive the damage, or be effective in a fight.
Regeneration: At best, you're borderline invincible; you could rebuild yourself from an arm, provided you were at your best condition prior to losing said arm and had a month or so to do so. At worst, you're like a lizard on crack combined with steroids; limbs take a couple days, provided you don't bleed out. Of course, this doesn't mean you can't be killed by overwhelming firepower, which, given what you are, you're bound to face. Or a couple dozen grenades shoved in your skull.
Speed: Forget the cheetah; a runner can outpace the fastest animals on the planet at two-fifty MPH. Low-end? Fifty MPH. That doesn't mean you've got the reflexes to match, or the endurance to survive slamming into something solid, though.
Agility: The brother to speed; if you're not agile enough to match your speed, you'll be forever confined to either short, pre-meditated bursts, or slamming into shit. Someone going with agility could do a couple dozen backflips in a normal human jump, much less YOUR kind of jumps.
Willpower: Your force of Will and your sense of Identity. If you've got a Strong Force of Will, then you could withstand having your body slowly torn in half by a burning red hot butcher knife with a stoic face and maybe crack a couple jokes afterwards. Truly, this is your only 'human' aspect. If you're Weak of Will, you should change into your brown/yellow pants often.