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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 8:46 pm
Katlyn was impressed. It was an interresting power. She wondered how else it could be used, other then creating the glow. Then she got an idea of what Allie could do, and decided not to think about it. Sun burns were not pleasant. "Ah." Katlyn says to the two about the explaination. "Um.... Just Daria. And who is the Phoenix you metioned?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 10:40 am
"Um.... Just Daria. And who is the Phoenix you metioned?"
Daria suplied the answer to Katlyn's question.
" Phoenix is the first kid who befriended me when I showed up a month ago. He caught somehting this morning, and has been unavailable since. He's pretty cool, loses his temper sometimes." Daria smiled brightly. " Mr. Logan calls him 'Hothead', but it's mostly beacuse of his power. He controls fire, so we make a pretty good team at the Power Games."
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 5:13 pm
"Ah" Katlyn says. He sounded pretty cool. Well, wouldn't it be hot? She looks at the two real fast, feeling out of place. Like she didn't belong. Daria seemed to have been here forever, while Katlyn had only been here for a few hours. She felt shy around the students. I wonder if anyone here is obviously a mutant? Like, they show up more then the rest of us? We look human, untill we do something we're not. Katlyn thinks to herself. "Who's 'Mr. Logan?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 5:37 pm
((I'll just take the easy way out rather then strain my brain to come up with a new chacter sweatdrop )) Name: Tren Soul Alias: Chaos Age: 20 Gender: Male Power: 'Power overwhelming' is a good discripiton of it, it looks to be white fire sometimes or white aura other times. His mutant power is that he has a unique enegry which he can create, adapt and shape to his will. It's ininfately versitle and powerful which makes him extremly dangrous and chaotic. The only problem is that he has very little control over his powers when he's useing it. If he were to fight someone then about a two mins into the fight he would have to start focousing his power or lose control of it. When that happens he starts to bleed off enegry at an alarming speed. He goes form immesureably powerful to bearly even able to stand. Thats why he's going to Xavier's school so he can learn control. ((Yes he's a bit god-moddy but I want to try and contol that as a RP challenge to me)) *Training: He knows how to use his basic powers and he also knows what happens when he uses them too much as well... Appearance: http://www.deviantart.com/view/21200058/ He also has a black hooded sweater which has ARMY printed on the front. Whose Side Are You On: Professor X First Post, Should Include A Background Story: Tren looked out the window of the train sadly, he missed his friends at his old town and really dispised his parenst for sending him to a private school. 'They said it was for my own good... but all they cared about was keeping my dirty little secret a secret' Sighing he sat up stright and cupped his hands out in front of himself he felt his enegry flow throught him and slowly a few wisps of enegry came up from his hand and form into a small white ball above them. Tren smile and watched as it slowly glowed and pulsed with life. Suddenly it started to grow in his hands, becomeing bigger and puleing stronger as the light became brighter. Tren's eyes widend and he felt his heart clench as the sphere continued to grow and become brighter. Eventually it was bigger then his head and the light was blinding him as his hands shook under the force of it. Suddenly Tren looked right into it with a fericeness in his eyes and he cupped his hands again and started to force the ball to stop it's growth. He was sweating as the ball became smaller and smaller until it was it's original size, then slowly dissipering. When it finally dissipreard Tren fell back into his seat with a tump as he cought his breath slowly. "Ok... *pant* that was... *pant* a bit too close...*pant pant*" He was glad the compartment was empty as none of this was seen by the other passengers. He sighed with relief as the annoucer over the mike told him that this was his stop.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 7:12 pm
after a good hour of walking Tren had finally made his way to the mansion. "Jeeze rather secluded for a private school... at lest more so than my other ones" Tren said heading up the main road towards the mansion. "and of course it has a longer driveway then the walk to the place itself" he sighed to himself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2005 8:12 pm
((Wouldn't want you to pull or break anything we need you to post with! wink ))
"Who's Mr. Logan?"
Daria was glad she'd gotten to Katlyn before the other students had. She reminded Daira so much of herself when she showed up just a month, shy, confused...plus everyhting else you're worried about when you move to a new school. Especially a boarding school like this one.
" Mr. Logan's our fighting instructor. He trains us to not only use our powers, but to do regular fighting too. He also referees the Sparring room. That's where we go to practice against the other students."
She explained quickly.
"I'll show you," She offered. "Do you mind Allie?"
The glowing girl shook her head cheerfully, so Daria caught the girl's shoulder and pulled her along behind her.
"That wing down there's the boy's dorm, girl's not allowed. You know where the Prof.'s office is, right?" Daria raced down a flight of stairs. "Here's most of the classrooms. The training room and gym's down that way, you wouldnt' believe how big this place is." Daria pulled her down one last flight of stairs." The infirmary, games room, and a few more class rooms are on this floor. There are also a few more dorm rooms on each floor." Daria dragged the girl down a hallway to the right. " Go out this door right there and you have the basketball courts there, the garage over that way, and a little further out, this huge field. On Saturdays that's where we have the Power Games, but the rest of the time, it's just a place where the students can do stuff like out-door sports and that kind of thing."
Daria pointed back up at the mansion.
" There's also an attic, but that's where the teachers stay. I'm pretty sure there's also a basement, but no one knows a thing about it."
Daria finally ran out of breath, hoping that Katlyn wouldn't hate her for talking her ear off.
" I'll take you back in now, the front's closest." She grinned and walked up the wide path that doubled as a driveway to the front of the mansion.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 5:51 am
Tren was makeing his way up the driveway towards the school when he noticed two girls walking and talking, one seemed to be giving a tour of some sort, sighing he continued on his way. He knew the professor wanted to see him before he did anything else. The letter he sent to his parents said as much. 'Knowing my luck this is probly some wacked out school for socical rejects and failures to the rich and wealthy.' Tren thought as he continued up the driveway holding his duffle back in one hand and his backpack over his sholders.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 9:56 am
Katlyn had no choice but be dragged along with Daria. She didn't mind and got alot of information. But, she was probably going to forget it as soon as she went to bed. Daria had just finish talking and Katlyn took a moment to answer. "Wow, that's a lot to remember." Katlyn says, following Daria. She notices a boy walking up to the school He had more stuff then Katlyn brought. "Hey, looks like another new student, I'm not going to be the only one completely confused."
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 2:46 pm
Tren walked forwards towards the main entrance and rung on the door bell waiting for a responce. He heard one of the girls talking about him and decied to ingnore the comment. Reaching inside his bag he pulled out an envlope that his parents gave him before he left. 'damn party... I can't belive the first thing they want me to do here is attend some snooty social event' He thought bitterly crushing the invitation in his hand then uncrumpeling it and looking at the parts that pissed him the most 'A date and formal wear... jeeze this is going to be annoying'.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 4:31 pm
"Wow, that's a lot to remember."
Daria smiled preparing to reply that the place kinda grew on you, and it would all be fine on just a couple days when Katlyn pointed out another new student just coming up the driveway.
"Hey, looks like another new student, I'm not going to be the only one completely confused."
Daria stifled a small chuckle, Katlyn was going to be great to have around the school.
She walked up to the door and opened it wide, darting quickly inside. Acting like a butler, she waved away the student coming to open the door and bowed deeply to the two now on the steps.
"Welcome to Professor Xavier's School for the Gifted. Please come inside and make yourself comfortable."
She noticed that the young man on the steps looked like he'd been walking for a while, his clothes were slightly dusty. Her keen eyes also noticed the crumpled paper in his hand and the disgruntled look on his face. Oh what she would give for telepathy right now!
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 4:56 pm
Name: Matrim Santos
Alias: Volume
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Power: Primary: Manipulation of sound waves. This include direction, wavelength, pitch, and volume. Secondary: The spontaneous generation of soundwaves from parts of his body other than mouth, throat, or vocal cords.
*Training: Thai kickboxing. Proficient to advanced.
Appearance: Matrim stands tall, like most pure-blooded Swedes, right at 6'2" with blonde hair. Decorative jewels of dark blue, his eyes. While his build is not skinny, it's not large at all. He has muscle, but in a lithe, lanky sort of way. His weight measures 198lbs. He is rarely ever seen without his heavy light-brown coat, fringed at the collar, wrists, and tail by thick cream-colored fur. In matching, he tries to maintain a color theme between it, with a tan (or slightly darker) turtleneck and black sturdy pants. His shoes are black. Matrim also takes to wearing a pair of black brown-strapped goggles when he's fighting. They are sturdy enough to have withstood his kickboxing lessons for six years. The final touch is the wrappings normally worn around his forearms, up to his wrist and onto his hands. He doesn't bother wrapping his feet and legs, as he rarely fights without them on.
Whose Side Are You On: Undecided. Acquainted and somewhat welcomed by both, presumably.
First Post, Should Include A Background Story: Matrim migrated at eighteen from the chilly northern parts of Sweden, right into New York City. His parents were louses, cheap as dirt, and offered him little to nothing in terms of food, respect, or guidance. He ended up getting into many fights spawning from a dysfunctional family, and eventually started working multiple jobs when he was twelve. He was hardly home, out working util he dropped into the breakroom and slept for three hours, only to go to one of the other jobs and repeat the same grueling day.
At thirteen, he started kickboxing classes to defend himself from the constantly aggressing children on the streets. He didn't go to school, but was tought the essentials by his generous and patient buddhist teacher in his defense classes.
After a few key lessons, no children picked on him again.
The reason for the constant teasing was due to his disability. Matrim is, and always has been, mute. His mutant abilities did not manifest until puberty, as is fairly common, and he only gained power with the help of his teacher.
He began staying in the training building or with whatever bosses would allow him, if ever. Time passed, and he began to save for the ever-demanded trip to America. A few months after his eighteenth birthday, his tutor smiled and handed him an additional 200% of his savings thus far, completing his savings for the migration. They parted on excellent terms, and have not stayed in contact, but have remained in one another's thoughts. Occasionally, Matrim considers mailing the tutor, but something has always come up at the last minute.
Being a mute in New York was a b***h. If anyone hired you, the pay was crap, and you had to deal with intellectually deficients.
What, so just because he was mute, he was stupid, too?
He'd decided to say ******** that, and now works whatever he wants, whatever comes up. Or he doesn't work at all, but fights in an underground organization, where his kickboxing background allows him to dominate whenever he may choose. Despite this, he has managed to stay out of mafia-related groups, or avoid them.
Or deal with them.
With his added ability, he has been able to fend off the "investment brokers" that the Italian and Russian mafias have sent at him. He used the men as examples to both illegal organizations that he was not interested, and they have backed off - if hesitantly - ever since. It is widely known between the two groups that he is a mutant whose power has almost limitless implications.
Due to the high amounts of money he makes in the fights - normally held in the old subways - he has been able to live a comfortable life, relaxing in the day with mild luxuries of the lower middle class, and his own studio apartment equipped with a cot and a 13" TV that he rarely uses. He also has a stereo - yes, a real stereo - that allows him to play compact discs. He has a considerable collection of CDs, mostly long-time favorites fro Sweden and Norway, but some as well from Finland and the occasional US band.
The man has had several run-ins with Magneto, a mutant who for all his intelligence, is unable to simply and easily communicate with Matrim. It makes their relationship odd, but not entirely unwholesome. Magneto is interested in Matrim as an addition to the Brotherhood.
On the opposite end, Charles Xavier has taken a passive approach to Matrim. they've communicaed once or twice through mental conversation via the Professor's telepathy, and have come to the conclusion that if Matrim should like, he is welcomed at the school.
As of yet, he's turned it down.
Matrim lay on the cot, not sleeping, but trying to. Last night's fight wasn't particularly hard, but it was still not simple. The opponent had been a master in both Jiu Jitsu and Tai Jitsu, making any attempt at a strike from Matrim subject to a deadly or debilitating submission hold.
However, Matrim, using a fair amount of cunning and coordination with his mutant ability, created a low, deep tone that no human could hear, and slammed it into the man's face a few inches ahead of his oncoming fist. This was enough to disorientate the man so that he could be knocked out.
Matrim never killed in these fights.
There were, however, times the next day when he would read or hear about the opponent being found dead.
Or not found at all.
Many of these fighters did work with the mafia, and therefore were disbanded when they were shown as failures.
This was not always the case, however, and Matrim had multiple opponents with which a respectful relationship was formed in the room.
The man thought that, for this reason, he'd always be willing to assist one of these opponents if they needed it.
Up to a point.
From the closest corner, a rapturous melody filled with powerful double bass came, telling-tale of Seraphim come down to deal pandemonium by a Norwegian band. Matrim mouthed the words without a sound.
The days were slow when it was like this.
He had money saved away, but it wouldn't do him much good to entertain himself. What was there, the zoo?
Yeah, right.
({ I can't believe I put deaf instead of mute the first time. Hahahaha. })
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 5:07 pm
((Welcome Blank...I'm gonna try to keep this one alive for as long as possible, which could very well be forever.Or until I get my own family and am too busy to post anymore.(not happening anytime soon)
Should've brought my gu....Ahem! Should be fun.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 6:52 pm
Tren looked up at the 'preformance' one of the girls was putting on before walking through the open doors and heading inside "it's not nice to stare you know..." He snapped as he passed her. Inside he headed directly towards the boys dorms to drop off his stuff. He had studied the map givin with the brocure of this place and could find his way around well enough to get to his room. Sighing he opend the door and dropped off his stuff on the bed before heading back out and to the main hall.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 7:17 pm
"It's not nice to stare you know."
Daria felt her face growing warmer...he was right, she had been staring. Of course, just because he was new and obviously not happy about ending up here didn't mean he had to snap. She was about to tell him so when she cabruptly changed her mind. He was probably just having a bad day, and it wasn't exactly her "style" to antagonize the new students. Instead she turned back to Katlyn and gestured for the girl to come inside with a wide sweep of her hand.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 7:45 pm
Tren made his way back to the main entrance and saw the two girls still there. Sighing he headed to the caftera to get something to eat. suddenly he notice the crumped invitation in his hand 'pfft like my parents would talk to me again if I didn't go...' He thought to himself tossing the invitation over his shoulder and letting it fall to the floor
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