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Character: Kin Graham
Character Age: 18
Portrayed By: Eliza Dushku
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Bi, but tending more towards the femmes
Canon Power(s): Using bells dna needles, she confuses her opponent. The bells also emit a genjutsu that leaves them disoriented.
Modified Power: She can endow others with the ability to hear others' thoughts. She can't control it very well, so they are bombarded with more voices than they can possibly comprehend or cope with. If kept up for long enough, it might give someone a seizure, but doing so would leave her in a similar condition, if not a worse one, so it's unlikely she'd ever go so far. Usually, they are left disoriented, but they are usually back to normal after a minute or two, but the ringing in their ears takes about a day to fade.

On average, she can hold their minds open for thirty seconds, and she is left with a mild headache. The most she has attempted to use her power has been seven times in three hours (in twenty second intervals), which left her with a powerful nosebleed, a migraine and perforation in her eardrum. Her victim went crazy.

Her power doesn't stand up well to distance, but as long as she's close enough to have a sense of them it works. The closer she is to the individual, the more powerful the impact.

It takes her a second or two of concentration in order to focus her power, in which she is left vulnerable to a possible attack.

Association: Shinra Incorporated
History: Kin's parents weren't to be blamed. It's not your fault, everyone told them. It was a mantra of sorts. It's a sickness; your kid was as likely to end up with asthma. Rewind.

Kin and Anya weren't really related, not that anyone looked close enough to notice. They were step-sisters, and liked each other as much as they could really be expected to. Her sister sheered her hair short and Kin let her hair grow long. They tried their hardest to look different from the other. Their squabbles (mother said, oh, they'll grow out of it. Surely. Soon) only intensified as they grew older until Kin was eleven and her sister was twelve. Kin had been slowly realizing from the age of twelve that something happened when she got angry. She’d close her eyes and con-cen-trate on whatever popped into her mind, and suddenly her mother would scream at her siblings upstairs (shut up, I can hear your radios. They're too damn loud). She enjoyed the idea that she was like Spiderman (she’d found a flimsy comic in the bookshelf of her classroom, and upon bringing it home, her step-father had gone into a triad about the dangers of ‘superpowers’ before shredding it. From that point on she’d had an rebellious obsession with comic book superheroes). Kin didn’t really understand the consequences that reveal her power to other people would have, but she knew they would be bad. No TV for a month, even.

But Anya just made her so mad. She’d told her best friend Sammy Carter than she liked him (which wasn’t in any way true; she loved Shima for life, she just hadn’t told anyone) and now he didn’t want to talk to her. She’d called him and told him she would return that signed CD that he’d thought he’d lost but she’d actually taken, but even then… How could she?! What gave her the right? Anya just stood there, laughing, and then Kin closed her eyes. It happened too quickly. And image of a bell being pulled, a la Hunchback of Notre Dame, blocking out any sounds from the outside. Like, maybe, her sister screaming.

Kin couldn’t take it, and she passed out.

Anya’s father found them. Kin, slumped against the wall, and Anya, whispering to no one with her eyes closed. Dangerous, is what they called her. Now suddenly, everything was different, even though really, only Anya had changed. Her mother, she couldn’t look at her. Her little monster. After graduation, she heard about Shinra Inc.’s calling for Syns, everyone was more than ready to let her go. She was more than ready to leave. Who wants to be looked at like they’re a ticking bomb, ready to explode?

After so many years of those looks, of those cold words, Kin wasn’t even sad. All she felt at leaving was angry.

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