My name is Ivan Macomb-Zheng. I am one quarter Chinese, one quarter Spanish, one eighth French, one eighth Russian, and one quarter demon, on my Grandfather's side. I am nineteen years old, a college graduate with multiple degrees, mostly in science and criminal justice, and um...a telekinetic. I make things float with my mind. It only ever happens when I'm extremely emotional. I don't exactly have the best control over it.
I like to read, and I enjoy baking (my father owns two bakeries in Central City, and he taught me everything I know about baking), and teaching my undead pet mouse, Peepers, how to do cool tricks. She's very smart.
Normally, I live in an institute founded by two doctors, one a parapsychologist, the other a physicist, in the 1970s. It is located outside of a fairly large, pretty diverse city, where I grew up with my parents and my twin sister, Noelle, until I was fifteen. The institute is closed for the time being though, because it isn't exactly safe for all of us psychics to be there at the moment...
I am currently living with Denti the demon. My institute mentor, Zeke, who is a very cool pyrokinetic, and I are taking advantage of his hospitality in order to stay away from a lot of drama back in our home city. Central City is currently filled with people who don't like people like us. If I were to to go back to Central right now, I would probably be arrested by the Feds and taken into custody. They'd probably make me use my talents to help them hurt other supernatural creatures. If I was really lucky, they'd shoot me on sight.
So...anyways...I guess that's all there really is to know about me. If you have any question, please feel free to ask. See you around!
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((Grandma and my aunt would turn the TV to those channels and I couldn't turn the tv or tune them out. Gaaaaah.
I was thinking some sort of Orange-Cranberry Sorbet. Just not too heavy of a food. The thought makes my stomach lurch, atm.))
((Yeah, some of mine is 'You're an emotional homebody--" "Okay, true." "--Who's lucky in love and great with persuading people." "...Eh... no."
I don't think anybody could keep a sign right character-wise unless they did it at the very end. Kind of a hindsight thing.))
((Aww. Maybe you'll be able to find some place that has a dollar showing when you're on break. But yes, she had a great song.
Eh, mine's always 50/50. But it's fun to look at.
Yes, some place where they could get some interaction with people and lovins.))
((I actually think what I'm going to do is borrow the one power strip in the living room, since the only things plugged into it are my netbook(which will be taken upstairs), a pencil sharpener and the phone, and I can just plug the phone into the wall. ))
((I just remembered you were a Sagi, like my friend Dave, but that's all I could remember, so okay. Good. I can remember the Taye thing.
It was cute! All the songs are really catchy and cute. And Olaf wasn't annoying. He was actually pretty cute too and it made me feel all squee-y inside.
They're a bit little to be cuddled. But soon. And yes, something fuzzy and cuddly and NOT A PAIR OF STINKBOMBS would be nice.))