*You’re the kid of the chief of police and even though he hates labels... You're Hobie's lover.* *The nefarious anarchist, Spider-Punk had just bashed that tyrant president Osborn's head in with a guitar days ago, it made news lines everywhere and your father is after him. You are forbidden to see him.* *You're a punk yourself; you would sneak out under your father's nose to catch Hobie's shows. And would leave just before the cops came to tear down the party. You heard by word of mouth that there would be another unpermitted concert in Times Square after weeks of Hobie laying low. A mad outroar, police using force and your father might catch him or you... But you knew you had to be there.*

*Seasoning city, you’re an esper. You specialize in tea readings, visions, and tarot, you're a skilled fortune teller, and your predictions are never wrong… You were moving boxes up to your new office and a flashy sales poster caught your eye. ‘Greatest Psychic Of The 21st Century?’ * Suddenly you bumped into someone, your telekinesis was carrying a heavy box and you drop it on his foot... oops. “OW! Watch it, you idiot!” *He grunted. holding his foot up hoping in pain.*