T.M. Hatter: So. Reader. I suppose before you actually read our story, you'd like to know exactly who the hell you're reading about, so I'll give you the general gist of...one of the two characters.

The basics about Raze are as follows:

Sex: Female
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DOB: April 15, 1985
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Origin: Dublin, Ireland
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Ethnicity: Irish

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Mutant Power: Can "copy" others' abilities; may only see a flicker of a mutant power and can immediately access memory, history, etc. Power gives her the internal password"--reminiscent of hacking. Once she witnesses another use their power, she is able to mentally copy exactly what they have done - either by telepathy or some other mind-thing - and internalizes it. She absorbs the persons fears, memory, history - everything. It can become a hindrance because eventually if she has too many mutant powers on her brain, she may have some kind of meltdown. So most of the things she absorbs, she makes sure to forget within days.

For all of your Rogue fans out there, yes, this is a lot like Rogue's power. But in a lot of other ways, it's very different. The effects can be permanent. There are some powers Raze absorbs that she never gets rid of. It, also, does not work the same. Raze does not absorb by touch - she has to witness the power being used. Plus, the effect on her is very prominent. Raze hears a lot of the memories long afterward the powers have left her. She basically taps into your brain and takes everything in it. It's both useful and damaging. So, no flames.

For other stuff:

She's got pale blue eyes, she's 5'7", got brown hair, and a very reserved personality. Her history does not come into play that much in this: the most you'd want to know that by this point - when the story takes place - most/if not all of her family is dead.

Oh. Yes. And she always wears a black trench coat. Always. Well, that's about it.

Phoenyx: The other character, Cory, is… mine. In all respects. Copy and die.

Sex: Female

DOB: 10 – 24 - 86

Origin: Born in Ireland, grew up in Northern England.

Ethnicity: Irish/English

Mutant Power: She... controls energy, and is, in a sense, made up of it. She can teleport, but her form of teleportation is more a sort of moving really, really fast, through anything, because energy and electricity can do that. She can electrocute things and people, cause machinery to short-circuit, transfer energy from one thing to another, and make things spontaneously combust (if you want to call it that) by over-loading it. Occasionally is able to fix things or break through things by... shocking them and stuff. She's handy when you don't have one of those shock-thingies to make someone's heart start up again. ;-) She can't really get electrocuted herself or anything like that, b/c, frankly, that wouldn't make any sense. Can't use her power when she's in the water - rain, yes, but actually in water... swimming or something, no.

Whoot. Enter Cory. And… Ze end.

The Renegade Saints are two (cough EQUALLY IRISH cough cough) writers who are both part of the direly important organization known as the Great and Amazing Renegade Irish Puffy fan club. We have no president because we are the only two members, one being the janitor and the other simply being... there. Lazy bastard. Anyways, TM Hatter (the lazy bastard) is… well… just weird, and I (Phoenyx) am… significantly more normal than she. Though she continually tries to disprove that and fails. Horribly. Moving on – this fic is a collaboration effort between the both of us, the sucky writing belonging to me and all the good stuff to be credited to her. :sigh.: Enough said. Enjoy.

T M Hatter: P.S. The men in white coats will be coming for her any day now, don't worry.

Phoenyx: Shut up, you. I'm not posting that, you freak. :glare.:

T M Hatter: Post it.

Phoenyx: Never!

T M Hatter: YOU MUST. IT WILL DISRUPT THE FORCE IF YOU DO NOT. Plus, it's funny, freak.

Phoenyx: Nope. :crosses arms indignantly and pouts:

T M Hatter: Pout all you want, just post the goddamn thing.

Phoenyx: You post it, damnit. Lazy bastard.

T M Hatter: I can't post it. You have the bloody document.

Phoenyx: Exactly.

T M Hatter: But if you want me to post it…

Phoenyx: I have el document. Therefore, I WRITE!

T M Hatter: I can copy and paste, dumbass.

Phoenyx: No. I refuse. Die.

T M Hatter: I refuse. Die.

Phoenyx: Fine. I'll post it. But I'm adding stuff. :sticks tongue out.:

T M Hatter: Someone will cut that off one of these days.

Phoenyx: Someone, someday. But you are not that someone, and today is not that day. ...Hopefully.

T M Hatter::Grabs scissors.:

Phoenyx::runs away:

T M Hatter: Bwahahaha!

Phoenyx: ...freak.

T M Hatter: Maybe I should get a pair of bush clippers. Tongues are tough...

Phoenyx: Maybe I should steal those bush clippers and shove them up your ass.

T M Hatter: Good luck attempting to. My ass is very well guarded. Extremely resilient.

Phoenyx: I'm sure. Wasn't yesterday night...