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 Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 10:53 am
: razz relude:: A young man walked down the middle of the lifeless street, his hands pushed deep into his jacket pockets to ward off the biting chill. He paused briefly, eying the darkened windows of the school on his left, then shook his head and turned his back on it, crossing the other side of the street. As he approached the square, low roofed building that was his home, he pulled out his keys. A sudden curse split the tranquil night air as he dropped them, and as he bent to retrieve them, he whispered to the asphalt “I just want to sleep for the rest of my life.” He got back to his feet, wincing, unlocked the chipped white door, and stomped inside.
Barely pausing to deposit his keys next to the television, he collapsed into a well-loved, green plush armchair; seconds later he had pulled a small Ziploc bag out from under the chair and was dumping the contents onto his lap. He picked up one of the small, white tubes, pulled a lighter from his pocket, and lit the end of it. Some minutes later, he was fast asleep, the joint smoldering on his shirt where it had fallen from his open mouth.
This was an ordinary, well loved routine for 20 year old Neil Archer, part time film student; it was something he did to wind down after a long, hard day. This time, however, something had changed without his input or permission, something that might make him regret ever becoming super high.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 12:06 pm
So. First and foremost, I would like to openly acknowledge the fact that I do not deserve the credit for coming up with this concept. My good friend Staccato Tenuto started writing a manga on it about a year ago, and I just couldn't keep my hands off it. That said, if anyone steals this idea, I will hunt you down. Seriously. Stealing my ideas is one thing; stealing my friend's ideas will not happen.
Period.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 4:03 pm
::Honor::And::Obey::Them::
1. As clichéd as it is to say it, I am God. I am perfectly willing to negotiate, as long as you approach me politely and calmly. I hope that it won’t ever come to this, but I will ask you to leave the RP permanently if I must.
2. Follow Gaia TOS. Period.
3. This is a semi-literate to literate RP. I understand writer’s block, believe me, but you should still be able to post a descent paragraph. I am perfectly willing to accept people who aren’t completely fantastic writers. This is the School of Dedicated Roleplayers, after all; the whole point is learning. It should, however, be obvious that you are putting honest effort into your posts.
4. Romance, Drama, and Fighting are all allowed, but I think that goes without saying. It should also go without saying that all these things should be kept at or below the PG13 limit. Cybering will get you booted out, without possibility of any negotiation. If you really feel that something needs to happen, use the ‘fade to black’, and come back in when it’s over.
5. Please PM all profiles to me. If you post them in the middle of the RP, I will be very unhappy.
6. I want to see amazing profiles. It should be obvious that you put time and effort into developing your character into a well-rounded, realistic individual. (6 1/2. I know, I know. I hate it when people do this, too, but I need to make sure you read these. Please title your application PM "Dream of {Insert your Character's name}")That means no Mary-Sues, no Gary-Stus, and no characters that will make other people want to bang their heads against the keyboard, unless that’s a part of your Hero/ Villain in-costume persona. In that case clichés are appropriate.
7. Please keep OOC to a minimum. If people genuinely want to chat, I’ll make an OOC thread specifically for that purpose.
8. Please post at least three times per week; no one likes waiting around for someone who never posts. If you want to leave the roleplay or go on hiatus, please let me know. On the opposite side of the spectrum, don’t get carried away with the posting just because somebody else is online. This wouldn’t be so bad if people only did it when the two characters posting were by themselves, but they’re often around other people who should be allowed to react to what’s happening.
9. Please type in either 9 or 10 font, and please don’t use blinding colors that no one can read.
10. No Godmoding, and no killing other people's characters without their permission.
11. This RP will have a definite end. With that in mind, please don't commit to it and then cut out, especially if you've become an integral part of the storyline. If you have a problem, PM me and we'll try to fix it.
12. If two or more player's characters are already engaged in a battle, don't join in without PMing and asking. I'm hoping that this will cut down on super-slow battles. Not every skirmish needs to have three heroes and four villains involved.
13. The rules may change, so keep checking back!
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 5:32 pm
::The::Setting:: Alma d’ Arte Charter High School sits in the quiet, half-forgotten downtown of Las Cruces, New Mexico. It has only been open for a little over four years, and as such, many of the kinks are still being worked out of its operation. It is an extremely small school, with only about 140 students altogether, and the community is an extremely tight knit one. Everyone knows everyone else’s name, and lunchtime cliques are fluid; the popularity table is turned on its head, with cross dressers and nerds above preps and jocks. The form major art forms taught are Performance, Visual, Literary, and Culinary. The other three major high schools in the area and the population of Las Cruces at large generally regard the students of Alma d’ Arte with as weirdos who sit around all day painting and get no education whatsoever.
The city itself is situated in the southeast corner of the state, about twenty minutes from the Texas border, and well into the Chihuahuan desert. It’s too hot in the summer, with temperatures peaking at 115 degrees in July and August, and colder than you would think in the winter, though it rarely snows. Fall and Spring only last about three weeks apiece. Oh, and it’s windy, very windy, which means dust storms so violent the normally sharp purple outlines of the mountains are little more than a vague brown outline. It has about 100,000 residents, and seems to be growing exponentially, mostly retirees moving in for the nice weather and low housing prices and collage students, who either attend New Mexico State University or the Dona Ana Branch Community Collage. It has a fairly high crime rate, and above average gang activity. All and all, though, it’s a respectable city of moderate size, means, and entertainment possibilities; in other words, it is the last place anyone would expect something bizarre or unexplainable to happen.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 6:42 pm
::The Characters:: It starts gradually enough that no one notices the pattern at first, especially as most of the students at Alma are geeks of some fashion and consequently know how to be careful with secret identities. As the number of Superpowers increase, though, it becomes quite clear that something extraordinary is happening at the little art school. The Administration, in a state of panic, decides to keep the entire situation as quiet as possible; after all, if anyone finds out, they’ll lose an ever-growing chunk of the school’s already tiny population.
To sum up: The first people to join the RP will be the first people with powers; as more people join, more of the school’s population will discover their own abilities.
A note on abilities: This RP is of such a nature that clichéd superhero personas are completely optional. You may make them as derivative as you please; just don’t use the original names. You also can, of course, be original. Whatever floats your boat.
::Username:: (N’uff said, right?)::Character Name:: (Don’t make it Mary Sue-ish. Please?)::Grade:: (9-12)::Age:: (whatever)::Appearance:: (You may use a picture, if you’re really stretching, but I’d prefer a written description) : razz ersonality:: (One paragraph minimum. That means at least six sentences. You can do it!)::Biography:: (Again, one paragraph at least, please)::Super Name:: (Cheese-tastic!): razz ower(s):: (Self explanatory)::Weakness(es):: (The more powerful your character is, the more debilitating his/her weakness(es) must be. If you overpower your character, I’ll add some on for you.)[size=18]::Username::[/size] [size=14]( )[/size]
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 6:53 pm
::Accepted Profiles:: ::Username:: Elesariin ::Character Name:: Kira Henderson ::Grade:: 10 ::Age 16 ::Appearance:: Kira has a slim, delicate frame, a figure that only just beginning to blossom, and skin so pale that she was called ‘albino’ through most of middle school. She has layered golden blonde hair that falls to about two inches past her shoulders and wispy bangs that still cover up the occasional zit. Her fairly large eyes are a deep, surprising blue, and are surrounded by long eyelashes that are more blonde than brown, and are therefore usually hidden under a coat of dark mascara. She has a strong chin, high cheek bones, a delicate nose that turns up slightly at the tip, and a full, pretty mouth that has very little color without makeup of some type. The clothing she generally wears is pretty and feminine, and she is never seen without the delicate moonstone pendant her mother gave her for her 13th birthday. : razz ersonality:: Kira is one of those girls that seems to have one level; she’s bubbly, pretty, and preppy, which automatically means she’s regarded as something of an anomaly at Alma. That’s not to say she’s treated unkindly, quite the opposite, but nobody really takes the time to get to know her, either. Of course, no one is actually one dimensional, though Kira doesn’t mind being thought of that way; she sees it as a filtering mechanism. Those who take the time to actually get to know her are worthy of knowing her, and everyone else gets saccharine bubbles.
The lucky, or unlucky, few know that she has a spitfire temper, a sarcastic, biting sense of humor, and an aversion to taking orders and jumping through meaningless hoops. She’s such a hopeless romantic that romantic movies constantly disappoint her, and as a result has never had a boyfriend. She came to Alma because she wanted to be an actress, but she’s starting to think she’d rather be a novelist. She would rather read than watch TV, and is the biggest closet geek in the history of the world, by which I mean she has every Spiderman comic ever made under her bed and plays D&D every Saturday.
::Biography:: There isn’t too much to say about Kira’s past. She was born into an upper-middleclass family, and has lived her entire life in Las Cruces, which she thinks is the most terminally boring place on the planet. She was a tomboy until she entered middle school, at which point she had to build herself another, more easily accepted persona. Life at Alma was easier, but by that point she was comfortable with her routine. ::Super Name:: Pinnacle : razz ower(s):: Super speed, Super strength, Heat vision, X-ray vision, Super Hearing, Invulnerable to most harm, Flight ::Weakness(es):: Is vulnerable to Mental attacks, can’t do anything against magic, and can be rendered helpless or even killed by exposure to tiny amounts of gold, which means she wears a lot of silver. ::Username:: meganargetlam ::Character Name:: Delilah Anne Doe ::Grade:: 10 ::Age:: 16 ::Appearance:: I have a petite body build and I have fair skin tone. My eyes are hazel, and my hair is brown, which I wear in a layered bob. I have a small nose and a nicely sized mouth. I have my mother's teeth (White and straight) My body is nicely formed, but not overly so. : razz ersonality:: I'm an extrovert. I love to meet new people and make new friends. I love music, and I love to dance. I'm very graceful in both movements and language, and I rarely make a pronunciation mistake. ::Biography:: I was born to a single mother. Strange to have a rich single mother, but I had one. My great-grandmother was rich, and came from an old English family. My great-grandfather was rich as well, and they were arranged to be married. So my whole family was rich... except for my mother. She was disowned when I was born, but I was welcome into the family. My mom died when I was young, so I grew up with my aunt and cousins. They were a really nice family, but I was out of place because I looked like my father... I don't look like anyone else in my family. At first the neighbors thought that my aunt had an affair and that was where I came from. Actually, they still think that. No one seems to think that I might be my mother's child. No one's thought to explain it to them. I'm fine with it though, although I'm still out of place. ::Super Name:: Pyra : razz ower(s):: flight, pyrokinesis and 'The Midas Touch ::Weakness(es):: I'm deathly afraid of tiny spaces. Being inside is fine, but if a room can't hold ten people at least I won't be able to stand it. I can't stand in a body of water, so I can't take a bath. Taking showers and standing in the rain is fine, but I can't sit in a pool. This makes it hard for me to breathe. I can't lift anything really heavy, and I'm not immune to burns, so I can't handle any of the fire I create. If I'm drenched in water I can't use any of my physical powers (i.e. flight and the Midas Touch) and my mental power is greatly weakened. I also can't touch platinum or steel. ::Username:: Oracle101 ::Character Name::Heather Gordan ::Grade::9th ::Age::14::Appearance:: She has light brown hair that comes to right above her shoulders, eyes that change color, tan skin, a pointy nose, and large ears. She's only five feet tall, and doesn't have much of a figure (yet). She normally wears a lot of plaid, and tight but modesty preserving t-shirts. In costume she wears a white short sleeve shirt, short black skirt, a robin mask, and a long black cape. : razz ersonality:: She is very motherly toward people she think are weak or need help, passionate, and a HUGE feminist. She normally keeps her emotions under control, but if someone messes with her family or pals, watch out. She thinks most guys are jerks, and mostly ignores them, but if she thinks one is being sexist she won' rest till she hurts them. She isn't really sure why she is this way towards them, but hasn't really spent much time analyzing it, either. She is at Alma because she is a great cook. ::Biography::She grew up in the Midwest, but recently moved to town to live with her aunt for a while. During a meteor shower, a chunk of space rock fell in her back yard. This rock gave her super powers. She has a younger sister and brother that were also exposed to the rock, but have not developed any powers. ::Super Name:: Herogirl : razz ower(s):: Super hearing, a low degree of super strength, agility, flexibility, her eye color changes according to what she is doing, green for cooking, blue for swimming ::Weakness(es):: loud sound waves, and that space rock can take away her powers momentarily.::Username:: Staccato Tenuto ::Character Name:: Domhnal Grady ::Grade:: 10 ::Age 16 ::Appearance:: Domhnal has Brown hair, brown eyes, and big nerdy glasses. He is slender and seems to be built in a way that screams "average". Despite this, anyone who has seen Domhnal without his shirt knows that he is surprisingly muscular. He generally wears an open button down shirt or black pleather jacket with a tee shirt underneath. : razz ersonality:: Domhnal is a mass of social contradiction. He is decidedly one of the nerdiest people in the school (his conversations usually all come back to Spider-man, Star Wars, the feudal eras of Ireland and Japan OR what would have happened if those two cultures had miraculously met and intermingled.) and is simultaneously surrounded by more friends than he knows what to do with or has time for. Domhnal tries to be a compassionate and upstanding person, but his love for big words and martial arts tricks sometimes get him labeled as a show-off. Domhnal can persistent to the point of mild obsession, and this trait is most clearly visible in his martial arts training, which he has pursued voraciously ever since being beaten up in the fourth grade. He is also gentlemanly to a fault and has a tendency to seem (to girls like Kira) more creepy than romantic.
::Biography:: Domhnal was born into a "upper-lower class" family in Kansas City who are very good at appearing to be "middle-middle class". He's never lived in one state for more than 6 years (his father is a college professor and has been looking for a school with an ambitious theatre department for many years) and he only moved to Las Cruces at the beginning of last year. As mentioned earlier Domhnal has an unfortunate history of being tormented for his nerdiness, which inspired him to pursue martial arts, excelling in Taekwondo, Aikido, Kendo and Judo despite his slender build. Domhnal attends a Dojo on a semi-daily basis and recently lost his sensei and several friends in an attack by evil ninjas. Domhnal has both his parents, a little brother (whose bigger than him and a 9th grader), two dogs, and three cats. ::Super Name:: The Cheshire Cat : razz ower(s):: The moon amulet given to him by his sensei allows him to acess the knowledge of all those who have carried it before him. (but only in a full moon.) At all other times, It also grants him Telekinesis, the ability to teleport (only into and out of moonlit areas), a "gliding" ability that becomes indistinguishable from flight under the full moon, and the ability to use "mind tricks" (ala' "these are not the droids you're looking for") to influence his opponents. ::Weakness(es):: His powers wax and wane with the moon, to the point that under a new moon he is virtually powerless, he also requires his amulet to change into his Cheshire Cat costume and use his powers (note: he can use his powers in the daytime) ::Username:: Lucifer Moloch::Character Name:: Conall Valentine::Grade::10::Age::16::Appearance:: Conall has a tall well-built figure, with messy black hair. His skin is almost paper white, as he never goes outside unless forced. He has piercing brown eyes and large eyebrows. Conall has somewhat long fingers and large feet. He usually wears a baggy white-blue sweatsuit. He is never seen without his signature blue goggles, and is rarely seen without a cigarette in his mouth.: razz ersonality:: A rather bizarre being, he tends to not talk to people and mutter to himself. He was once sent to a psych ward for suspicions of being crazy but he wasn't. He has many odd tendencies, including biting his fingernails and never standing straight.::Biography::Conall was born somewhere in the United States, and it was never made clear where. He lived on the road with his mother for the first ten years of his life, so he met many different people and cultures. Then, his mother was brutally raped and murdered on the way home. Conall then went live with his neglectful father until he got drunk and died in a car accident when Conall was twelve. Conall then went through five foster homes with several runaway attempts until he successfully ran away when he was fourteen. Conall then traveled by himself for two years, until he found his way to Las Cruces. He has just enrolled himself in Alma d’ Arte Charter High School and doesn't know anyone.::Super Name:: Element X: razz ower(s):: Control the elements (Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Lightning and any variation)::Weakness(es):: Conall never uses defense, not to mention he often underestimates himself. He also has issues controlling himself and making decisions. Thus, mind games work exceedingly well on him, not to mention he doesn't have the best concentration. Also, his powers are strongly linked to his emotions, so unless Conall is completely calm, only a specific power can be accessed and it becomes much more difficult to control. (( Fire=Anger, Water=Depression, Air=Goofy , Lightning=Energetic, Earth=Childish stubbornness ))::Username::Takerucoh::Character Name:: Alex Reilly ::Grade:: 10 ::Age:: 15 ::Appearance:: Alex is 5'6" with emerald green eyes and has brown, pin straight hair, reaching the bottom of his neck in the back and his bangs hang slightly below his eyebrows. His skin is slightly olive from his mother's side and his arms and body are slender. Alex's costume consists of a black spandex suit and matching Robin mask. On his hand feet and waist are matching off white gloves, boots and a belt respectively. : razz ersonality:: Alex is a highly intellectual boy, and always curious about the world around him. Unfortunately he is not the most social person in the world, preferring science ad mathematical equations to interactions, making his bond with his brother one of the few he has.::Biography Alex and his identical twin brother Shawn are the sons of Top Biologist Connor Reilly and Maria Reilly. the family have lived in Las cruses for three years, ever since Conner was transfer for a top secret project. Unfortunately, as of late, their mother has become seriously ill and requires a long and expensive group of surgeries and soon if she hopes to have any chance to recover. Even after mortgaging their home, the family has been unable to come up with the money necessary. ::Super Name:: Gemini Shadow: razz ower(s):: Alex's powers are based in shadow. He is able to grab hold of those standing in his shadows or those connected to his own. He can also send out shadow blasts, making it both impossible for his opponents to see and inflict some damage. When in need of escape, he came become pure shadow and reappear in any shadow connected to the one he enters. When with his brother, his powers multiply by five::Weakness(es):: HE needs to have a preexisting shadow to activate his power and so completely surrounding him by light will eliminate his power, though this is difficult to do if he is aware you are trying. When in shadow form, he can be trapped by capturing him by limiting his connections to shadows then cover it with a small object as he can only rematerialize if there is enough room for his whole body.::Username:: Takerucoh::Character Name:: Shawn Reilly ::Grade:: 10::Age:: 15 ::Appearance:: Shawn is 5'6" with emerald green eyes and has brown, pin straight hair, reaching the bottom of his neck in the back and his bangs hang slightly below his eyebrows. His skin is slightly olive from his mother's side and his arms and body are slender. Shawn's costume consists of an off white spandex suit and matching Robin mask. On his hand feet and waist are matching black gloves, boots and a belt respectively. : razz ersonality:: Shawn has an intellect matching that of his twin brother. He is very close to Alex, however he is much more open to communications outside of his brotherly bond then his twin. ::Biography:: Shawn and his identical twin brother Alex are the sons of Top Biologist Connor Reilly and Maria Reilly. the family have lived in Las cruses for three years, ever since Conner was transfer for a top secret project. Unfortunately, as of late, their mother has become seriously ill and requires a long and expensive group of surgeries and soon if she hopes to have any chance to recover. Even after mortgaging their home, the family has been unable to come up with the money necessary. ::Super Name:: Gemini Light: razz ower(s):: Shawn's powers are based in light, allowing him to change into pure light when in danger and speeding away. He can also send out bright, concentrated beams of light which act as lasers. His power is multiplied by five when he is together with his brother.::Weakness(es):: Microwave radiation can neutralize his powers for the most part and prisms not only split his attacks in 6, rendering each significantly weaker, but also may be used to trap him in light form. Also, mirrors may be used to reflect his attacks while he is alone, but when with his brother, the mirror will simply break::Username:: ( Q_the_Drama ) ::Character Name:: ( Matty Durrel ) ::Grade:: ( 10th) ::Age:: (16 ) ::Appearance:: (Matty is of average build slightly more muscular than some of the girls in the school she and stands at about 5'6". She has short fine black hair that comes an inch below her chin, it's normally kind of messy because it's normally covered by a cacky bucket cap that she wears even on the hottest days. Her face is what you'd call rather heart shaped with a small round nose above her cupid bow lips and sparking silver eyes hidden behind a set of small framed reading glasses. In both her ears she has 3 piercings: 2 in her ear lobes and one cartridge. Her clothes of choice are a whatever t-shirt she happens to grab that morning, under a pair of cacky shorts overalls, and ,one of her many, converse shoes. ) : razz ersonality:: ( Matty is pretty care-free and laid back as far as school goes but she loves photography and practically lives for it. Matty at first glance would seem like the type of girl who loves sports, but to be honest she's not coordinated enough to play video games let alone catch, throw, or dribble. She just goes on a lot of nature hikes and does a lot of rock climbing to get the best angle for her pictures. She'll go out of her way to get a good nature shot for her photo albums. It has come to her attention more than once that her powers in no way are connected to her favorite hobby, which to her is more like a lifestyle. Matty definitely has her weird streaks like the glasses Matty wears are fake, she doesn't need them, she wears them because she likes how she looks with glasses. But no matter how far Matty gets into her photography, she still has time for people and for those who know her, she is a loyal friend and a great listener, Matty has one major personality fault though, she's got one bad dark side. She's not bipolar and she's not evil but if you betray her trust once she will never forgive you, you get on her bad side and you're pretty much doomed to eternal torment and scorn from Matty.) ::Biography:: (Matty was born and raised in a small Arkansas town, she knew how to ride horseback before she could run and could lasso a calf with ease by the age 6. She grew up on 80 acre farm with her mother and father at the age of 10 her little brother joined the family. They had many animals on the farm ranging from dogs, cats, pigs, horses, mini horses, chickens, cows, goats, and mules.
Matty got into photography when she was about 8 years old, she got her fathers old camera and became fascinated with film and pictures, it was around the same time she discovered this new found passion that her powers started to reveal themselves. Now her small hometown wasn't exactly technologically savvy but wherever there was a phone, computer, pager, cd player, even the car radio everything seemed to go awry. When she turned nine she went through the mimicking phase that most children do mocking their parents to get on their nerves. She learned that she could repeat them to exact likeness and even throw her voice into a room down the hall.
It wasn't until after her little brother was born that she started to master her gifts. She could lull her brother to sleep while mimicking her mother's voice when she was gone. Her parents were well aware that their daughter was different, they just figured she was going to grow-up and be a wonderful turkey caller or at least that's what they joked about.
When Matty turned 12, A tornado struck their small town and the family faced financial hardship. With all the damages sustained to the farm they could no longer afford to support themselves on the land. They had to sell the land and their animals and move. Matty was just starting 7th grade when they moved to Las Cruces, New Mexico. Matty was rather upset by this new landscape by which she was surrounded by. It was nothing like the forests and rolling hills she was usually surrounded by. She now had to adjust her photography love from lush vegetation to desert wasteland. She had to go out of her way to find a good nature trail to get photographs that she liked. It took about a year for her to finally adjust to her new lifestyle but she did and has been living in the city for the past 5 years, her Arkansas southern draw still lingering slightly in her voice when she speaking kindly and softly. ) ::Super Name:: ( Decibel ) : razz ower(s):: ( Manipulation of frequency and sound {Such as: throwing her voice, imitate any sound, mute sound, sonic booms}She can also turn into sound waves allowing her to travel through phone lines, speakers, and other electronic objects that transport sound.) ::Weakness(es):: ( When traveling through phone lines or any electrical object she is vulnerable to electrical viruses and if she's not careful can be trapped in there as well. If she loses her voice or can't speak her half of her powers or completely useless.)::Username:: (Anabel Sinclair )::Character Name:: ( Solaris Ryder )::Grade:: ( 11 )::Age:: ( 17)::Appearance:: (Really depends on what side of the bed I wake up on. My natural hair is- well at least was a few years ago- jet black but it has been known to take every hue on the color chart and some still not named by man. Presently it's hovering in midnight tears- indigo blue with scarlet streaks. My eyes are hazel brown or green or gold, depending on the contacts I'm wearing on any given day. I'm a little taller than most girls, 5'11'' last time I checked, and have been called bone thin/ borderline anorexic, even though I prefer to see myself as svelte and willowy.My fashion tastes revolve around one concept- keep it simple. Simple jeans over tee shirts, tank tops and the occasional dress shirt but it doesn't matter what I wear, I keep my emblem blazing proud over my heart. It's silver feather on one side and a wickedly sharp blade on the other. ) : razz ersonality:: (Some call me devious, others call me a lying b***h, I see myself as just another strategist. My counselor called it 'an uncanny ability to dissemble emotions' and what it means is this: everything or nothing I say is ever the truth )::Biography:: ( I guess I must have been bad news from day one because apparently my mom took one look at her newborn baby and never looked back...dunno who my folks were, don't care to know. The first few`years of my life were spent in a small orphanage at the other side of the world- small town Kansas- and the next at a foster facility where I was taught the choice things about life.uckily for me the principal of my old (normal) high school was sensitive to my hijinks and connected enough in the right places to have me transfered here. The rest, they say, is history. )::Super Name:: (Wind dancer ): razz ower(s):: (Superhuman flexibility as well as shatter- it's a high speed ability that exponentially magnifies the power behind my attacks by manipulating the surrounding air to create a recoil effect and it's opposite, meld, conversely slows the air particles surrounding my person, making it difficult to land a critical attack without tremendous effort. I just found out a cool side to having my air manipulation powers; stand close enough and I'll give you a zap...give me enough time and I'll really charge you up. )::Weakness(es):: (I don't mind the heat but I really, really don't like the cold, which is why I'm rarely outdoors during the winter. Do not come near me with any alcoholic substance or both of us will have a very truncated existence and most importantly...Keep away from water and small children. )
::Username:: [.chiaroscuro.]
::Character Name:: Geneva Jordan
::Grade:: 12
::Age:: 17
::Appearance:: 6ft tall, 153 lbs, pale skin. Dark purple hair (dyed), cut in a bob with straight bangs. Thin, dusky hazel eyes, a small, slightly upturned nose. Prefers conservative clothes, most notably dark colored turtlenecks and jeans, with practical shoes. Usually wears a headband in her hair. She always keeps some sort of knife on her at all times.
: razz ersonality:: Jaded and callused on the outside, Geneva looks at the world through sarcasm-tinted reading glasses. Her heart may be cold, but once she finds someone worth while, she makes it a habit of pushing them forward, whether or not they actually realize she's doing it. She keeps high standards of herself, something which tends to drive others away. Geneva compares herself to an intricate part to a puzzle, lost in a world of children's toys. She hates to show any sort of emotion, taking that as a sign of weakness. Placed in the 'brainy' group by the people around her, but she couldn't care less about that. All of this showmanship is a mask, however, to cover her insecurity and hatred of being singled out in a group.
::Biography:: Geneva comes from a simple background: She has parents that remain married to this day in a middle-class home. She loves them and they love her. Her jaded view of the world began to form the day she discovered her powers: She began her first gruesome transformation against her will one day in the middle of class. She cried out for help, but everyone was too afraid to assist her. She was instantly ostracized from her peers, and her family moved shortly after. Geneva will never talk about this and has never made a move to gather any new friends, lest she lose control of her power and scare them all away again. She has gotten by just fine with little to no friends.
::Super Name:: Geneva (quote: "I trust that by the time I die in battle, they will have come up with a much more dramatic name for me.")
: razz ower(s):: She has "demonic" power: the ability to summon large bat wings, and claws that can grow to a length she desires. This is done usually at will. She has an in-depth knowledge of weapons, specializing in knives and swords. She avoids using guns whenever possible. The full extent of her ability is turning into a dragon, but this power is unknown to her thus far.
::Weakness(es):: She is often judgmental, assuming her path is the right way before any alternate options are given. Her height m Has a healthy sense of vengeance. She isn't very agile and can't dodge attacks very well at all, which puts her more on the offensive side of battle. If she ever turns into a dragon, she will be unable to revert back to a completely human form.
::Username:: BoomXXIV::Character Name:: Jack Hailles (pronounced HAL-ihs)::Grade::11::Age:: 16::Appearance:: Tall, only an inch away from seven foot. Lanky, but muscular at the same time. : razz ersonality:: Offense and Defensive lineman for the school football team, although he's rather lazy and often skips practice if his shoulder is hurting him. The shoulder injury itself stems back to Halloween when he was leaping from a tree and scaring small children, until his mask got caught and he was jerked sideways and landed on his right side, sending a shockwave into his left shoulder that tore the rotator cuff (all that is also true lmao). He has a great sense of humor, and will often laugh at himself if he does something he would deem funny if he were in someone else's shoes. ::Biography:: Your classic stoner. Despite being a football player, he is immersed in the Cannabis subculture, and spends around $30 dollars a week just to fuel his habit. He claims he does it for the fact that it makes everything funny to him, not to relax, in fact, quite the opposite if you think about it. He spends his spare time often wandering the streets.::Super Name:: Riser: razz ower(s):: Fire and Wind manipulation::Weakness(es):: Large amounts of water, such as pools or lakes etc. Rain and small amounts have no effect, but large amounts will temporarily put his fire out and alter his ability to manipulate wind ::Username:: resgil::Character Name:: Beau Toussaint::Grade:: 11::Age:: 18::Appearance:: Beau has layered, shoulder length black hair which hangs in front of his blue eyes when not tied back. He tries to give off a rockstar vibe with his clothes. A typical outfit for him consists of a pair of converse, ripped up jeans, and a tight t-shirt (usually bearing a band logo or comic book character on it) and sunglasses which he wears even inside. Contrary to his usually disheveled appearance he does enjoying dressing up on occasion and owns a couple suits just in case. There are usually two rings on his right hand, and his ipod is always on.: razz ersonality:: Beau tends to not take things very seriously, and appears lazy as a direct result of that. He likes to take things slow and can get violent when rushed. He enjoys meeting new people but has some difficulty doing so because of his brooding appearance. Once you get to know him, though, he is very generous and hospitable and can find the comedy in most things. All in all he just likes to enjoy life. He hates neat freaks.::Biography:: Beau was born into a large family in Louisiana. His parents were the owners of a large plantation, which they turned into a bed and breakfast. He has four older siblings, but was always given adequate attention when growing up. He was often bullied in school because he was on the scrawny side and when it got out that he was gay he was bothered even more until his parents decided to send him to Alma d’ Arte. Beau aspires to be a musician and hopes to one day make it big. He is somewhat embarrassed by his thick Cajun accent and believes it may be holding him back.
::Super Name:: Feedback: razz ower(s):: He can change sonic waves into tangible energy. This ranges anywhere from small flashing lights to large explosions depending on how much he puts into it. He can also create weapons with the energy but has to focus harder to maintain it, thus it is rather draining on his stamina.::Weakness(es):: He isn't very strong and prefers to avoid hand to hand combat. His eyes are also very sensitive, knock his sunglasses off and he's pretty much done for. He also can't use his powers unless he knows what made the sound he is trying to manipulate.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 6:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 6:59 pm
::Black List:: ::White List::
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 7:00 pm
Announcements!
Monday, 5/19/08: So guess what? People are breaking rules. Specifically, people are breaking rule #11. This makes me unhappy. Therefore, if people who haven't posted in three or more weeks have not posted by next Monday, their profile is going to go away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 7:02 pm
::OPEN:: Accepted parties may now begin posting.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 9:03 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 7:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 6:20 pm
((Yay! I have not only roped a guy into joining this RP; I've roped the original creator of the concept! If I were any sort of friend, I'd let him start off the RP.... Anyway, to start off the RP...))
Kira felt energetic, which in and of itself was a little weird; normally she didn’t really wake up until well into first period, but here she was, still at home, in her pajamas, and in the process of poring herself a bowl of cereal, feeling downright chipper. She hummed along with the Fench Pop music currently blaring in her ears, holding her ipod in one hand as she bounced toward the refrigerator for some milk, but paused momentarily to beam at her sleepy-looking younger brother, who had just shuffled into the kitchen and was now eying her like a camper might look at a bear nosing through his picnic basket. “Hellooo, Kev!” Kira sang, reaching over to ruffle the white-blonde head of downy hair.
Kevin glared at her for a second, his eyes still dazed with sleep. “That shouldn’t be allowed,” he mumbled finally, moving past her to dig through the pantry for something to eat.
Kira’s only response was to grin even more widely and pull the refrigerator door open. It was at this point that her good mood evaporated abruptly. She spun to face Kevin, her expression somewhere between accusatory and nervous. “Where is the milk?” she hissed, shooting a furtive look towards the entrance to the kitchen.
“You drank it,” Kevin replied dully without turning around, “Last night.”
Kira blanched. “That was the last of it?”
He shrugged. “Guess so.” He finally turned to face her, a rather nasty smile on his face. “Somebody’s in trouble.”
Kira glared helplessly at him, but before she could manage a suitably stinging retort, a loud, masculine voice echoed from across the house. “I am the Daddy, and I am going to have my cereal, because I am just that great!”
There was nothing in Kira’s face but panic, now. “I’mgoingtoschool, BYE!” She snagged her purse from the counter and made a dash for the door.
“Have a good day!” Kevin called after her, his tone bland; then he made the theatrical switch to an overly dramatic villain’s voice. “For it will be your last on this earth!” She slammed the door after her, cutting off his follow-up round of melodramatic evil laughter. So much for having a good morning.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 6:46 pm
School...
Delilah's eyes were practically glazed as she pedaled to the academy. She couldn't ride in a car, unless it was a bus. But there wasn't a bus that she knew of. School. She didn't need this.
Hey, at least she would be in a building with rooms made for more than two people. No tiny places to get stuck in. She'd still feel constricted, but she always did when she was inside. She'd have to give the gym teacher a note if they were supposed to swim...
Living with phobias was horrid. She wished she wasn't afraid of the two things she'd probably encounter everywhere she went.
She stopped outside the school, and dismounted the bike. How was she supposed to do this? She hated stuff like this. Why couldn't she be homeschooled?
She pushed these thoughts out of her head, and stared up at the academy. This was her new life.
((Edit: sorry))
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 10:02 pm
They stared. Everyone stared at the mountain of man that chewed on his thumbnail. After all, this freak of nature was wearing a sweat suit with blue goggles was just standing in the hallway. People passed, giving him an odd look as he muttered under his breath.
-"... should I? No, no, I shouldn't. That would be stupid. There? Nononono... maybe... oh nevermind. I'll figure it out later."
Conall looked up and began walking brushing past a few people. They all looked at him odd, because even though they weren't exactly 'normal', he just seemed downright mad.
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