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Post by Cyborg on Oct 27, 2011 13:46:12 GMT -5
( This is a post written by Pippa meant for this RP. She has asked that I make the first post, and has given me permission to use her post as an introduction to our lovely RP. So thanks to Pippa for writing such a fantastic intro. ) “I don’t know what the third world war will be fought with, but the fourth will be fought with sticks and stones.” Albert Einstein The last words my grandmother said to me were Don’t be ignorant. I watched my world crumble with ignorance, I don’t want you to see the same. I never was told much about the third world war, it was sort of a taboo in our community. All I knew is that it was terrible, the worst our world has seen. Our entire population demolished save for a few. To the ignorant people my grandma warned me of these people were the Normies. Ones with no powers or mutations. Nothing special. But to a great many they were warriors, the founders of our new world. My grandmother was the last, and now she is gone. In her will she left me all her money. I was to use if for my education. Which is why I now sit here, at D'Albert's School for the Extraordinarily Exceptional, learning for the first time what life was like before it ended. There were two wars preceding the one that killed off almost everyone who inhabited earth. The first occurred over 200 years ago and we still do not understand the exact reasoning except many were killed over what we thought of as nothing. The second is a story that, though it occurred so long ago, still moves many to tears. A man who killed millions, for purity and glory, prosecuted for being different. And that brings us to the war that changed my grandmother’s life. She was 50 when it began, so my professor says. What was once America and Japan fired nuclear missiles into China because they feared if they did not start the other would, and soon. On and on it went, back and forth, more and more countries joining in until there was nothing left to fight with and no one left to fight. So that’s what killed my grandmother’s home. Fear and greed. Now I, Bell Dee, sit surrounded by the ruins of past lives, in class, learning what once was. We are homo mutatio and this is our story. ------------ RULESThese are the rules for our RP. It is asked that members of this RP do their best to follow the following 'rules':
1. Try to use spell check and proper grammar.
2. It is preferred, but not necessary that posts consist of at least 100 words. wordcounttool.com can be used to check if you so wish via a copying and pasting of a post.
3. It is preferred, but again, not necessary that posts are in the 1st person.
4. No more than 3 characters. These characters can be a combination of students, teachers, and other beings.
5. Your character must have some sort of weakness. Your character can not be the almighty, untouchable, unbeatable god-like ruler of the whole universe whom has never heard of or known weakness. There has to be something, whether related to their powers or abilities, or emotionally/mentally, that can be viewed as a weakness.
6. Please no supernatural. The characters should be metas (superhumans/superhero-esque), or (and this is the preferred) mutants in the X-Men sense. This means no werewolves, vampires, witches, ghosts, etc.
7. NO GOD-MODDING! Please do not use another RPer's character(s) without their permission. This includes having the other person's character talk, automatically hitting another person's character with any sort of attack, killing another's character, moving another's character, etc. If that character's creator/RPer has given you permission to do such then it's a-ok, but if not please refrain from such.
8. Remember this is for fun. No one is trying to out write each other, there are no prizes, nor is this any sort of contest. So enjoy yourselfs in the wonderful world of fictional writing. ------------ APPLICATIONHere is the character application 'form'. Please fill it out for your characters. Note that information with a * is not necessary information, but it is preferred that it is filled out anyways.Name: Age: Height: Weight: Detailed Appearance: Complexion - Hair - Build - Eyes - Piercings/Tattoos - Personality: History*: Clothing: Powers/Abilities: Weakness: Other*: ----------- So here are my character applications.CHARACTER 1
Name: Rhys (Reece) Worthington
Age: 17
Height: 5 ft 11
Weight: 130 pounds
Detailed Appearance: Complexion - Pale Hair - Short, black, side bangs (think the stereotypical male 'emo' cut) has bright red highlights. Build - Very thin, little muscle. Eyes - Red Piercings/Tattoos - Has a red lipring, four black earrings (two in each ear lobe)
Personality: Very distant, afraid to hurt those around him, quiet and shy, lack of confidence.
History:
Clothing: Red t-shirt, black leather jacket, black leather gloves (wears at all times, so he lessens the chance of physical contact), black pants with chains, black socks, red and black Converse style shoes.
Powers/Abilities: Can absorb the memories, knowledge, talents, personalities and physical abilities(including powers) of another person through physical contact with them. This causes great pain to the person who has come in physical contact with Rhys
Weakness: Can be emotionally unstable. If Rhys absorbs too much at once he can lose conciousness for a varying amount of time.
Other: CHARACTER 2
Name: Dominique LeBeau
Age: 18
Height: 5ft7 (in regular form)
Weight: 130 pounds (in regular form)
Detailed Appearance: Complexion - Blue (regular form) Hair - long blonde (regular form) Build - Average Size with some muscle tone (regular form) Eyes - Blue (regular form) Piercings/Tattoos - N/A (regular form)
Personality: Friendly, caring. She has low self esteem when it comes to her appearance, but otherwise has confidence in herself.
History:
Clothing: A white corsette style tank top, faded blue skinny jeans, a black jacket (with jacket belt) and black pumps (regular form)
Powers/Abilities: A shape-shifter who can make himself look like any human, humanoid or semi-humanoid being, male or female, copying their every detail including retina, fingerprints and voice pattern. Low level martial arts and weapons training.
Weakness: Not very sufficient in hand to hand combat, more adept at stealth techniques. Very self concious.
Other: Sometimes lives as a male sometimes as a female.CHARACTER 3
Name: Damon Braddock
Age: 17
Height: 6ft
Weight: 140 pounds (regular form)
Detailed Appearance: Complexion - Lighter fair skin Hair - short purple Build - Thin, but has decent muscle mass Eyes - purple Piercings/Tattoos - N/A
Personality: Friendly, approachable, caring, loving, all around decent guy. He worries though that he will be thought as of a darker person due to his power
History:
Clothing: His clothing is forged from shadows so it is strong, but light and flexible. He can add shadows to it to create layers, making clothing for warmer temperatures. Usually a pair of black chain pants, black Converse style shoes, a black t-shirt with a black vest over and black fingerless gloves.
Powers/Abilities: Shadow Manipulation and Mimicry
Regular Form - Can make shadow constructs, tendrils, force blasts, force fields. Can be used to achieve flight. He can cause complete darkness in the immediate vicinity and his eyes adjust immediately to said darkness.
Shadow Form - Assumes a 2d black 'shadow' form. He can blend completely into the shadows, is capable of phasing, and can impersonate the shadows of others.
These powers are form specific. Shadow Form powers cannot be used while in regular form, regular form powers cannot be used in Shadow Form.
Weakness: His main weakness is the fact that in his regular form he is incapable of any offense in his shadow form, while stealth and escape is more difficult in his regular form. In addition is known to get migraines from over esposure to light. He is unable to handle as much light exposure as other beings.
Other:
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Post by Mira on Oct 27, 2011 16:07:48 GMT -5
Name: Ainsley Aurora
Age: 17
Height: Just a little below 5Ft
Weight: 100 pounds
Detailed Appearance: (I guess kind of doll like minus pale skin) Complexion – Tan Hair - Bright Bronze, Curls falling to shoulder length, bangs braided back Build – Slim, small Eyes – Left eye Bright Green, Right Eye Ice Blue Other: Beauty mark just below bottom corner of her left eye.
Personality: Sheltered/forced to stay inside for most of her life. Since finding her new found freedom she’s bright, cheerful, outgoing, a little Naïve, usually gives anyone the benefit of the doubt, unless she gets a bad feeling otherwise. Can usually find her walking around outside or sketching somewhere. Usually when she gets serious she’ll tie here hair up in a bun, she tries her best also speaks Latin sometimes to her twin Amelia.
History*: Most basic memory sheltered and kept inside most of her life along with her sister at a young age, school is like a whole new adventure for her.
Clothing: A deep purple dress, with bat wing sleeves, belted at the waist, cascading bottom that stopped right at the knees with bunches of lace and fabric. Brown boots that go up to her shins. A pocket watch she wears as a long necklace, she’ll usually never take it off and brings her shoulder messenger bad covered in lace and fabrics along with gears (contains sketch pad, pencils and paint) usually everywhere.
Powers/Abilities: Enchanted Artistry so the ability to influence probability and reality itself through drawing or painting. Also has a telepathic connection with her Twin Amelia.
Weakness: Not exactly a fighter and not exactly defensive, sometimes gets herself into trouble, naive. Other*:
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Post by Naga on Oct 27, 2011 18:39:00 GMT -5
Name: Shayos Age: 18 Height: 6' 1" Weight: 130 Detailed Appearance:- Complexion - Fair, nearly white skin
- Hair - Black mid length spiked hair with frosted tips
- Build - He is thin - not quite anorexic though - but rather strong
- Eyes - His eyes are rather angular, and are an icy faded blue
- Piercings/Tattoos/Scars - One long thin scar, running from his wrist to his elbow on the outside of his right arm
Personality: Shayos is fun-loving and boredom-hating. Most of what he does is for entertainment. He is quite laid back, but will often put in his honest best effort whenever possible History: Shayos' history is unimportant. He himself has deemed so. Don't think about the past, and move forward to a perfect future Clothing: - Top - A black hooded sweater with white horizontal stripes and a sort of faux fur on the hood. A white shirt with black tribal flames on the right shoulder and arm
- Bottom - Simple jeans with a white belt. The jeans are slightly baggy
- Shoes - A pair of black shoes with white laces
Powers/Abilities: Ice; he can freeze things, from water to the moisture in the air to people. Although he uses it in quite unique ways. He also has a doctor's understanding of anatomy, which he uses as he sees fit. Weakness: Due to his absolute need to do something fun, he often throws himself into situations where he doesn't belong. And sometimes he just throws himself off of a building. Anything to satisfy the plague that is boredom Other*: ()Name: Maria Age: 17 Height: 5' 4" Weight: 105 Detailed Appearance:- Complexion - Faint; not pale, but certainly not tanned
- Hair - Natural: Black / Dyed: Deep Purple
- Build - Thin and rather 'spindly'
- Eyes - Right: Golden, the pupil is stretched vertically / Left: Dark Navy Blue, the pupil is stretched horizontally
- Piercings/Tattoos/Scars - (Tattooed) Two angel wings, each in black, one along each of her shoulder blades
Personality: Maria is relativity social, but she does enjoy her alone time. Most of the time, she can be found with her Bass Guitar, trying to come up with the latest sound. If not, she is taking a nap - she enjoys her sleep. Not to mention sugar; Maria loves chocolate, candy, you name it. If it's sugary, Maria will love it. History*: () Clothing: - Top - A Gothic-Lolita style dress, mainly black with dark pink, navy blue and deep purple accents and trim. She often wears an over-sized scarf which somewhat covers the bottom half of her face. The ends of the scarf are over her shoulder (behind her) and end around her knees
- Bottom - She doesn't wear 'pants' per se, as her dress reaches just above her knees. She does however wear knee-high striped socks. These are alternating black and dark purple
- Shoes - Black boots, with plenty of straps. Some of these are used to replace 'laces' while some are just there for appearance
Powers/Abilities: Maria has the ability to manifest sound as physical objects. Whether this be a house, a blade or a book. She is also quite skilled as a bassist. As such, she often carries her Bass Guitar everywhere - on her back, of course Weakness: She has low blood sugar, so as mentioned before; she needs to eat sugary things often, as well as rest often. As energetic as Maria is, her low blood sugar can often limit her in what she does. This being said, she often has some chocolate or hard candy or something with her. Other*: ()
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Post by Cyborg on Oct 27, 2011 21:17:08 GMT -5
OOC: Yes I do mean that Pippa, and a lovely Pippa at that. As a note, I should have stated this explicitly at the beginning, so my bad, but these characters should be mutants (in the x-men universe sense) or metas if you will, and we ( the minds behind this RP) wish that nothing supernatural be included. And as a warning our plans involve very little fighting or battles for now, going for a more... I guess peaceful story where focus is on character and plot development over fighting and battles. Thus I warn you the whole weapons thing may not be used often by your character. Keep in mind these are teenagers at a school, and thus not much weaponry is needed. So if I may make a slight suggestion, maybe altering your character's ability, or maybe lessing the focus on weaponry, or the amount of weapons. - Cy P.S.S. While we can wait for a few more characters, if anyone is inclined to start an introductory post for their character, feel free to do such.
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Post by Pippa on Oct 27, 2011 21:17:36 GMT -5
Thank you for posting for me, Cyborg, is greatly appreciate. That post was for the following, Bell Dee. I also want to note that Bell may get mean at times but it is never directed personally at anyone. It is only character to character. If you rather me leave a certain character alone let me know and I will try. Have a nice day Character: Bell Dee Age:16 Height: 6ft 2in and 3 eights of an inch Weight: 130Ibs Detailed Appearance: So she is basically albino except for curiously coloured eyes that change to the extremes according to her mood. Red=mad blue=sad green=jealousy ect. (This will also be part of her weakness) Build: Like a model and she will never hesitate to flaunt it. Personality: Not conceited exactly, just a little over confident really. Truly kind at heart. Knows she is good looking and likes to show it off but not too much. She keeps it PG. She also likes the expensive things, alot. History: Comes from the “rich” side of town. Her daddy owns half of the businesses in town and often donates to the school. Making her “privileged” with a single room and all the special treatment she wants. Clothing: She changes all the time. Total fashion guru, but for the purposes of this... www.google.ca/imgres?q=steam+punk+clothes&um=1&hl=en&sa=N&qscrl=1&nord=1&rlz=1T4ADBF_enCA255CA256&biw=1280&bih=653&tbm=isch&tbnid=7qJzi7przwTpRM:&imgrefurl=http://steampunklove.tumblr.com/post/2193989928/beautiful-steampunk-clothes&docid=_iZUbxfj3TlhkM&imgurl=http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldchm7GKSV1qechszo1_500.jpg&w=467&h=700&ei=JAWqTrOgN4Hw0gG8n8iUDw&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=340&vpy=122&dur=40&hovh=275&hovw=183&tx=152&ty=169&sig=100907537135579186087&page=1&tbnh=202&tbnw=134&start=0&ndsp=14&ved=1t:429,r:8,s:0 Power: Pyrokenises and is going through combat training but isn’t nearly as good as she thinks she is yet. Weakness: She wears her heart on her sleeve. You always know what she is feeling, and not just by her eyes. This makes it hard for her to keep secrets and surprise attack during combat lessons. It also makes her quite mean at times because she will always say exactly what she thinks, although despite this she is kind at heart.Name: Amelia Aurora Age: 17 Height: Just a little below 5ft Weight: Detailed Appearence: Complexion – Tan Hair – Bright bronze, comes to jaw line with straight across bangs. very straight. Build – slim, small Eyes – Left eye Ice blue, Right eye bright green Other – beauty mark bottom corner of right eye. Personality: Sheltered and forced to stay inside with her sister most of her life. Is not welcome to the change. Shy, quiet, usually hiding behind a book. Looks to her sister for guidance and rarely leaves her side. Does not trust easily. History: Sheltered with sister all her life, did not get to see much of the outdoors and doesn’t like the openness of school. Clothing: this www.google.ca/imgres?q=steampunk+clothes&um=1&hl=en&sa=X&rlz=1T4ADBF_enCA255CA256&biw=1280&bih=653&tbm=isch&tbnid=QeeHtISBFUNWkM:&imgrefurl=http://www.steampunktribune.com/2011/02/fashion-research-essay-regarding.html&docid=Db2m7n8XmhBPVM&imgurl=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ec85YVPru7Q/TV3TSjTgqGI/AAAAAAAAKsM/DR3_1vK2_2A/s1600/tumblr_lcrefslgx41qdpm6bo1_500.jpg&w=465&h=700&ei=hAWqTsf9NobY0QH68fyqDw&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=1055&vpy=176&dur=953&hovh=276&hovw=183&tx=133&ty=90&sig=100907537135579186087&page=1&tbnh=202&tbnw=135&start=0&ndsp=14&ved=1t:429,r:6,s:0 The watches have a special meaning to the twins* Powers: She writes the future or can tell the future through the power of writing...I’m not sure what this is called though. Weakness: She becomes terrified without her sister and will often get stage fright and unable to perform her power without her sisters guidance.
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Post by Samichi on Oct 27, 2011 21:58:03 GMT -5
I changed some things about my first character. The most obvious is his name, but there are other things, so hopefully no one was an expert on his previous app or anything... For my second character I will add a last name later when I think of something suitable.
Name: Raiden (Rai) Sage
Age: 17
Height: 5 ft 7
Weight: 140 lbs
Detailed Appearance: Complexion – Pale, with a couple freckles on his face. Hair – Short, messy, red-auburn Build – Average, with a decent amount of muscle. Eyes – navy blue Other – N/A
Personality: He enjoys using sarcasm and sometimes likes to just go with the flow, but can be rebellious. He knows how to comfort people well and can be very kind. When his past, or something related is brought up, he can be cold and reserved. Can sometimes be clueless.
History: When he was around 5 years old he accidentally shocked his mother during a thunderstorm (lightning was attracted to him), causing her brain damage and great memory loss from messing with her brain’s electrical signals. His father then sent him to an orphanage, where he ended up being adopted by an older man who was quite skilled in mechanics. During this time Raiden learned from him, and even mastered some control over his powers.....
Clothing: Dark purple long-sleeved dress shirt, in which the sleeves are usually rolled to his elbows, with a loose black tie. He wears a beige-white button-up vest. Black pants with a brown belt and brown knee high boots that lace up all the way. He is usually wearing round, steam punk style goggles on his head. Occasionally wears fingerless gloves.
Powers/Abilities: Electromagnetic manipulation—can manipulate magnetism and electricity at the same time. Can create bolts/balls of lightning, create electromagnetic barriers, manipulate metal and machines, etc. He has increased agility, speed, strength and reflexes. He has an enhanced ability in mechanics, and likes to create things with his powers.
Weakness: Even when he isn’t confident in his powers, he usually just wings it, which can lead him into trouble. And actually, he enjoys trouble. He may sometimes not seem to care, but he has a genuine concern for others (may or may not turn out to be a weakness).
Other: Owns a sword/gun weapon that his foster father helped him make, and since he knows the weapon inside and out, he could modify it on the go if he had to. Surname is from foster father.
Name: (Japanese background) Yuuji
Age: 18
Height: 5 ft 9
Weight: 130 lbs
Detailed Appearance: Complexion - Fair skin Hair – Short, neat, black Build – Average, but on the thin side. Eyes – Green-blue Other – Wears thin-framed glasses for distance.
Personality: He is kind-hearted by nature, usually seen smiling and very intelligent. He is usually perfect in everything that he does, so he always has to be in the know, but can still be nonchalant. He keeps his personal/family problems to himself. He tends to get frustrated with Raiden.
History: He is the youngest son of three in a wealthy family. His father tends to put a lot of pressure on him to do well in life, since the eldest brother owns a company and the other is almost done his schooling in a prestige university.
Clothing: He has a plain white shirt under a light weight, light brown jacket with a small collar. Black pants with a brown belt, and black converse. Sometimes he has large white headphones around his neck.
Powers/Abilities: Light Manipulation [he isn’t an expert at all of these, but it is what he knows so far]—can create light constructs and holographic copies, control photon particles (bright flashing light, laser beams), temporarily alter the appearance of an object (bigger the object, more difficult it is) by manipulating the patterns of light interacting with it, producing illusions, and even an invisibility effect. He can change the kind of light he produces: warm or cold...if that makes sense. It just feels different.
Weakness: He can’t see without his glasses, and refuses to wear contacts. He has almost no skill in hand-to-hand combat, and relies on his strategic skills and powers. He has discovered that he is, for some reason, drawn to the dark. Although technically weaker since he has to create all of the light himself instead of essentially using some from the sun, he enjoys taking midnight walks and the like. He has some stress from his father.
Other: He is good friends with Raiden, despite their differences, and they are the only ones that know of each other’s past.
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Post by Cyborg on Oct 28, 2011 13:47:04 GMT -5
(This is a combination intro post for all of my characters. Damon Braddock is purple, Dominique Le Beau is blue and Rhys Worthington is red.)
Have you ever felt that the body you're in is wrong? Have you ever felt that you hurt anyone and everyone who gets close to you? Have you ever felt there's no chance of light saving you from constant darkness? The feeling that no matter who you are or what you look like, you will never be you. The feeling that you know people fear you when you want them to care. I know that feeling quite well. For me c'est la vie, it's life.
Ever since I was a child everyone knew I wasn't me. I wasn't who I was supposed to be. My parents feared their own child. They were special like me, but their 'talents' weren't as horrific as that of their daughter...son....child. They didn't know what I was. All they knew, is whether they liked it or not I was theirs. Thankfully I was able to learn how to use my talents. I was able to look normal for once in my life. The other kids with talents accepted the normal looking me, though they always wondered what my talent was. My parents told me not to show them. My parents were still ashamed and afraid of what I was. I was a freak among my own people, my own family. It wasn't until I came to D'Albert's that even I began to accept me as me,....whoever that is. Isn't that life though? Finding out who we are? I just have a bit more to figure out...fun.
I was always a danger. My power manifested at birth. I took my own mother's life during birth. I stole her life, her memories, her dreams. I had lost conciousness, and almost my own life from absorbing so much. Thankfully the doctors managed to save at least one person that day,...of course not the one that deserved saving. Those memories flicker into my mind sometimes, memories of when her life was great, before I was conceived. My father blamed me for her death, still does. That's why he sent me away. He hates me, always has, but has never been able to do anything about it. He's afraid I will kill him with a touch. His idea was to send me to D'Albert's. Now I'm someone else's problem, one with seemingly no solution. I am a murderer, and I can't control it. I wish I could just end it all, but I'm to much of a coward. I'm a loser, so why don't you kill me?
My home life was overall fairly postive. Mom always supports me, always loves me. Dad, well...haven't seen him since he left. But he doesn't matter. Mom and I have done well without him. We're strong. But even Mom can't do anything. When my powers first appeared she was terrified, understandably so. Even I was scared. It took some getting used to, but we both knew I needed help, I needed to learn how to control and use my powers safely. We found D'Albert's, we knew it was the best place for me. However D'Albert's hasn't been a cake walk so far. Everyone is afraid of me. They think that because I seem like pure darkness that I must be pure evil. They avoid me like I'm a plague. They don't understand that even in darkness, there can be a glimmer of light. I'm not a bad person, I promise.
If I were to sum up my existence in one word it would be... darkness.
...confusion.
...death.
Welcome to my life.
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Post by Bacon on Oct 28, 2011 18:09:29 GMT -5
((Been a while since I've RP'd, let's see if I still got it.))
Name: Typha Storm
Age: 20
Height: 5 ft 2
Weight: 110 lbs
Detailed Appearance: Complexion - light brown Hair - very short, bleached blonde with one lock dyed black Build - thin Eyes - dark blue, almost black Piercings/Tattoos - n/a
Personality: likes to have fun and socialize, yet remains emotionally distant
History*: Raised by her older sister from the age of five to fifteen, her sister's death is what caused her to start failing school, and the reason she is still two grades away from graduating, despite her age. Those around her tend to think she's younger than she really is, though, thanks to her height and build.
Clothing: Her right hand is covered with a black glove that goes halfway to her elbow. Her left hand is covered with a fingerless glove that doesn't go past her wrist. She wears black knee boots, and black pants. Her shirt is usually a single primary color, and she often wears a black vest or jacket over it, depending on the weather. Also wears a small blue pendant on a thin gold chain.
Powers/Abilities: Autokinesis; the ability to move her own body with her mind. This ranges from flight, to super-jumps, to flinging herself across the room. She can also move individual body parts in this way when she can't otherwise move them.
Weakness: The inability to feel physical pain; this means she needs to be extra-careful when using her power, since she could break a bone and not even realize it if she doesn't. A more emotional weakness is the rift she feels from not having any living family.
Other*: Lives alone. Smart in spite of her low grades.
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Post by Samichi on Oct 28, 2011 23:30:02 GMT -5
(Yuuji is teal, Raiden is brown)
Metal grinding against metal. The clicks of gears turning. I love those sounds. My shop is where I can escape from life. Well, it's technically not my shop. It's John's, my foster father, he just lets me use it whenever I want. Everyone needs a place where they can let out some steam. For me and John, we feel most at home in the shop. I've never called him dad, it just feels weird, since I know I have a real dad somewhere. Though, I probably wouldn't call him "dad" either. Let's just say it's complicated. I'm complicated. Isn't everyone these days? I don't really remember my real father, I just know he wasn't the the greatest, most loving father you could have. I don't blame him, though, for sending me away. I hurt his wife. Mom. There I go again, getting all depressing. I hate it when I do that. John and I get into arguments. It's ok though. We always move on. I know I'm the only one he has, since his wife died before he adopted me. I have him, Yuuji, and maybe even others soon, now that I'm going to D'Albert's. I'll be able to hone my powers. That would be nice. Maybe Yuu (he hates it when I call him that) won't be one of the only ones able to tolerate the essence that is me. This should be fun...
Even in complete darkness, there is light. I remember my mother saying that to me every night before bed. She passed away when I was 10, so I still carry a decent memory of her, for now anyway. I can feel it slowly slipping away each day. If she was still here, I'm sure she would be reminding me about the light when I would wake up, rather than when I would fall asleep. Literal darkness is no problem. I have learned to handle that. What no one can prepare you for is the daytime. The stress. Life. Sometimes I think complete darkness would be easier....But of course, there is always the blinding light. My mutation. The stars. The memory of my mother. What is light, and what is darkness? I am becoming less sure about it every day. For now, D'Albert's will have to suffice for a distraction. School will be my comfort zone. Who knows, maybe it will provide insight into my...light? Darkness? At least I have Rai...
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Post by Naga on Oct 29, 2011 9:02:48 GMT -5
((OoC:) I'm making a new character, but as to keep things orderly, I'm simply editing her into my first post. This is in an attempt to keep all character data on the first page. )
I have come to the conclusion that being normal is a gift in itself. No one expects great feats from you. No one judges you more then their next door neighbor.
I was not blessed with being normal. Life is cruel; life is cold. So very cold.
The bone chilling truth is that I am different. Perhaps not on the outside, no. But I am different. It was small things that stood out at first; in the summer, people sweating so badly the ground was becoming visibly moist while I had nary a single drop of perspiration. In the winter, people would bundle themselves up in layers upon layers of clothes; meanwhile, I would walk about in the same attire I always dressed in.
And then there was the fact that I just never understood 'people'. One year, in grade 11 I believe, some kid chopped off three of his fingers in power mechanics. He didn't bleed much, but it was the most fascinating thing I saw in quite some time. Others screamed, shuddered and simply turned away as he ran past to the entrance, where an ambulance was already waiting for him. The teacher ran on one side of him, myself on the other. The teacher continually said "It's going to be okay... It's going to be okay...", seeming to be talking as much to himself as to the student. I, on the other hand, stared at the wounded and mutilated hand. 'Interesting... Why has the bleeding slowed? What would happen if his other two fingers were cut off as well?'
That person died three days later, from blood loss. The flow of blood from his fingers escalated the moment he stepped foot on the ambulance - I noticed it, although the paramedics didn't. I recall, as it drove away, under my breather I whispered, 'Good Bye'. I felt no remorse. No sadness. Just a great disappointment in that I did not have more time to experiment.
That is when I began to realize that I was different. I tried to ignore it; the chilling truth. But it was there - always under the surface, waiting to come out.
For now, D'Albert's is my place of residence. My place to 'learn'. Others are here; yes. But they are nothing more then my subjects, under a microscope.
Everything has life; everything that does is beautiful in it's own way. The only thing more beautiful then life is death.
Despite the grotesqueness attached to death, it is truly beautiful. For instance; stars are burning balls of fire, letting off light. The time they are most stunning, most bright, most beautiful is right before they die. That being said, I do not strife for death. I do not wish for death. However, I do understand that it is a necessity and I do observe it.
Only once have I stolen the life from another. That day is one I will never speak of again. It is a day that I have removed from my memory and am never letting back in.
I have become a bassist. The rhythm, the sound... It's something that is exciting and yet soothing. I love it.
My music is my voice; my medium, my art. I have arrived at D'Albert's in hopes of bettering myself and my music. Now that I'm here, I've made friends - which is something I've never had before. Sure, I've had people I would hangout with, but no true 'friends'. ____________________________________
School is not quite 'in session' yet, which is fine with me. I sit on the edge of the school roof; the most peaceful place here by far. I can't hear the screaming of the others, and therefore I can hear myself think.
I want to think. I need to think.
Even though injury rates are above-normal, they are rarely serious. Even so, the school medics always tend to the injured before I get a chance to.
Whatever.
I don't want to deal with minor wounds. Let the School medics deal with the amputations and cracked rib cages. I want something... real. A challenge.
But since that doesn't seem like it's going to happen any time soon, I feel that I could just watch over everyone and feel Omnipotent or whatever. However, I am above such 'cravings' for power. I know I'm powerful; there is no need for me to flaunt it.
And so I sit on the edge of the school roof; the most peaceful place here by far. My feet dangle over the edge as I think about... everything, in general. ____________________________________
I sit on the steps outside of the school. The bell has yet to ring, but I wish it would. My friends seem to only arrive once class has begun.
My fingers go over the strings of my bass. I wish the bell would ring.
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Post by Bacon on Oct 29, 2011 16:49:37 GMT -5
((It's really depressing to get into the mind of a character like this, but I did the best I could...))
They say everything changes when you graduate high school. That probably goes double for a school like this. Maybe, deep down, that’s why I’ve failed every class I’ve taken for the past several years. Who wants change? My life changed twice, and neither case was what I’d call “fun”. First, I lost my parents; it was so long ago that all I even remember of my parents is the last look on my mother’s face just before she…
Then, just when my life was finally turning around, my sister had gotten a stable job with steady income, and I was excelling in D’albert’s School for the Extraordinarily Exceptional, when my sister’s workplace was robbed. She resisted, and now I’m all alone. I have a few dozen ‘friends’ at school, but I’m still alone. Why should I want it to change? I know things can only get worse.
The sun rises on a new day. The same day. The day never changes. And knowing that, I'm content. Peace would be chaos, happiness would be terrifying. My days are full of strife, sorrow, and emptiness, and thus I am content to live another day. The same day. I'm running late for class.
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Post by Mira on Oct 29, 2011 19:48:20 GMT -5
We’re here, we’re here that’s all I could think of as we were approaching D'Albert's. My excitement was getting the better of me and our driver was giving me the evil eye as I kept on bouncing me knees up and down. Giving a shake of his head he returned his focus to the road, he was probably going to report back that I had behaved unladylike, he probably would have done it any way he just gave off that vibe, so what did I care. The vehicle stopped, and I gave Amelia a look that would let her know what I was thinking. Which was at that moment, oh my gosh we are free! I’m so leaving this car in the dust! The door was open and just like that I was off. I grab a handful of my dress to make sure I wouldn’t trip and ran around the grounds exploring. I ended up kicking off my shoes, loving the feel of the grass on my feet. I just ran around admiring the colours, the shapes, just everything. I’d drawn a lot but I had never been allowed the chance to experience anything. Knowing I should get back to Amelia and probably get a schedule and what else you need to at school I tried to retrace my steps. Thus, me finding out I got myself lost. Giving up the idea of going back the way I came, (I was pretty sure someone would find me sooner or later) I soon ended up in a small courtyard garden; the exotic types of flowers were beautiful and smelled amazing. A tree over shadowed a small bench in the middle. Getting one of my not-so bright ideas I managed to not break my neck and actually climb the tree. Sitting on a branch I reached into my bag and grab my sketchbook. Drawing I couldn’t help smiling as I felt the texture of the leaves and brought the pencil across the page. I only had one phrase in mind while I drew. To new beginnings.
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Post by Samichi on Oct 29, 2011 22:38:02 GMT -5
((Raiden is brown, Yuuji is teal))
I ended up getting to the school campus early, since John made me wake up practically at the break of dawn. He knows I have a tendency to be late to these kinds of things...and I had to walk to school. He wouldn't let me try to fix his old Mustang, calling it "his baby". How old is that thing anyway? Just let me at it and I could fix it up like new, maybe even with modifications. I think he gets jealous of my powers sometimes, being a mechanic and lover of all things metal. Maybe I should just make my own car...hmm, not a bad idea. I arrived at the entrance to my new home away from home, and saw a couple other people there. I pulled my newly home-made pocket watch out of the front pocket of my vest. Okay, so Yuuji won't be here for a while. (He gets to sleep in since he has a personal chauffeur.) ...Time to explore! I had gotten a pretty good overall view of the front, so now for the back! I ended up almost running around the building. I laughed aloud at my eagerness. I came to what resembled a garden, and put my hands behind my head to casually walk down the path....
I kept my gaze out the back window of the black car, and forced the troubling memory of this morning's events into a deeper corner of my mind as it pulled up and came to a halt at my destination. D'Albert's School for the Extraordinarily Exceptional. I'm finally here. I thanked the driver, stepped out, and started walking down the wide pathway toward the large, almost castle-like building. As I walked I tried to take in as much of the setting as I could...and some larger, clean cut hedges caught my attention. ...I still have time. I strayed from my present path, put my headphones on, and headed in that direction, smelling sweet things as I got closer....
I came to an area with a thin metal bench under a large tree, and a couple flowers...whatever they are...surrounding it. The large tree seemed to be the focus of this little clearing, but what caught my attention was the spindly bench. It was just asking for me to do something to it! My devious thoughts were interrupted by a familiar face coming opposite me from around a hedge. It seems he didn't notice me yet as he was looking upward and had on those huge headphones of his. Hmm, he doesn't look himself. So.... "Yuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!" I yelled his hated nickname and ran toward him in a comedic way with my arms open for a hug. My efforts were dashed as.....
I was slightly surprised for a couple seconds as I saw Raiden almost leaping toward me, arms wide....but then his exaggerated act was gone as he managed to trip on probably the only rock in the area. It was like slow motion, and his happy expression changed to complete surprise as his body proceded forward. I barely flinched as I casually stepped to the side to let him fall...right on his face. "Baka..." (loser/idiot) I put my headphones around my neck. Well, he got what he deserved. I actually smiled too.
Okay, that hurt. I managed to lift myself from the soft-ish (that was lucky) ground and brush off the dirt from my face. I looked up and saw Yuuji smiling down at me. "What was that for?! You could have caught me!" This, it seemed, just made him smile more. I got up and looked down at myself. "Aww, now I'm all covered in dirt! This is just great! Try to be nice and this is what I get." I think I heard a small laugh. "What?!" I glared at him. This just made it worse.
I couldn't help it now. I was laughing so hard at my idiot of a friend that I had to hold my sides and sit down on the bench.
I just watched him, getting amusement over my stupidness. Wait, he's laughing. Maybe my efforts to cheer him up weren't in vain after all. I dusted myself off and sat beside him on the bench, his laughing having subsided. He now smiled at the sky. I used my powers to take a piece off of the backrest and commenced warping it into different shapes in front of me.
Even if he can be annoying, and clueless, I'm glad we're friends. Maybe this will be a good day...
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Post by Samichi on Oct 30, 2011 12:46:16 GMT -5
While Raiden was playing with his piece of metal (sigh, he's probably violating public property), I pulled his watch out of his pocket to check the time. Ok, so we have a couple minutes left...
"Where's yours?"
"I forgot it at the house." I didn't like admitting this to him. And I certainly didn't want to give him a chance to say anything about it. So quickly put the watch back and got up to leave.
"Where--"
"I'm going to look around some more. I'd stay, but I'm probably going to be seeing you a lot anyway."
"Ouch....okay suit yourself. I'll be here for a while. And no, I won't be late." I continued with the piece of metal.
I put my headphones back on and made my way towards the front again. There were a lot more students now, and probably a few parents. I wasn't heading in any particular direction, just going wherever my feet took me.
I was slightly daydreaming as I worked the metal, when I got a leaf in my lap. It wasn't windy at all. I looked up and was surprised to see a girl sitting in the tree. It wouldn't hurt to make a new friend. I placed the piece of the bench back where it went and turned around to cross my arms on the top. "Hey! Don't like the ground?"
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Post by Bacon on Oct 30, 2011 12:55:56 GMT -5
With half a soy bagel in my mouth, I run down the mostly empty sidewalk, dodging the random people that don’t opt to get out of my way. I have no clue what time it is. I glance around to see if I can find a clock, even though I know there’s not one on this route. I focus my mind and push my muscles further than they would go normally, just enough to increase my pace, make my strides longer. I’m running late for class. I grab the bagel with my hand and take a bite, chewing and swallowing as quick as I can before once again holding the bagel with my teeth and pumping my arm by my side.
A horn honks. I look up in time to see that I ran carelessly right into the street. I quickly fling myself out of the path of the oncoming car, then take a moment to look down and see if I injured myself. Seeing no joints bending the wrong way or obvious cuts or bruises, I continue my way towards school. As I finish my bagel, I feel ready to face the day. It’s just yesterday all over again.
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