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| Considering that the Galvan setting encompasses a number of different cities, how should we designate location? |
| Just let the roleplayers themselves mention where they are in post. People should be able to figure it out. |
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| Have everyone put their location in brackets at the top of each post, like this: [TTHQ] |
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| Have people color the text in their posts according to their location--for example, everyone in the TTHQ would post in purple. |
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| I have another idea that I'm going to share with one of the mods. |
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| I'm a poll whore. |
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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 2:54 pm
These are people who are still waiting for final approval:
Ariene
DSV
EKA
Knotbox
Merlinic
Yoder
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:49 am
(Yay! Cookie! *eat*)
Gaia Name: Ariene Whippwillow
Name: Jiana Karin Dorvil
Age: 19
Alignment: Team Tomorrow
Special Abilities: Photographic memory, ability to retain and process specific information (such as details of an attack plan or information in a book.), a sharp, technical mind, and computer savvy. She is capable of using 50 to 60 % of her brain power at a time. (Um…does that make sense?)
Ji can understand most things almost instantly, if given all the information. However, she only knows what she’s been told, read or concluded on her own. She likes to learn new things about technology so she can create gadgets or devices that can help with various problems.
Her ability to adapt to a situation depends on her understanding of it. If she understands everything, it usually takes 30 seconds to a minute for her to process the information and pick the best course of action. She weighs the possibilities of messing up carefully before she chooses.
She can understand most languages but is only fluent in Japanese, English, and Latin.
If and when she hears a voice it is imbedded in her mind. If there is a face to the voice that she has seen she knows almost instantly who it is and can identify them. It doesn’t matter if they use an accent or not.
Power Drawbacks: She gets a headache everyday, sometimes growing into a migraine (depending on the stress or work flow), starting usually after breakfast, in her first hour of work. Since she is always working, she's always had a headache, and she doesn't know what would happen if she didn't work a day. She also has never taken aspirin or pain medication for fear of it some how ruining her mind. The headache concentrates at the back and sides of her head. Some days are worse than others, depending on the stress and what’s going on.
She does not have the memory that she use to have and looses memories or pieces of information. This grows worse every year.
Also, and this has only happened once or twice, she will sleep for a few days at a time to give her brain a break or to recuperate from being stressed out too much. During this time period she does not dream.
Codename: Techie
Costume: Black form-fitting pants with no pockets and a dark blue long sleeve shirt with the logo on the back. Alternate to this is a short sleeve shirt of the same color for summer. She wears a belt with the logo on the buckle.
Appearance: Jiana has short, dark brown almost black hair with a few white hairs here and there, a downside to her power. She has tanned skin, coming from her Cherokee heritage, she has no other traits that she is Native American. She has dark green eyes set deep, sometimes giving her a tired look.
She wears tank tops (alternate colors but I don’t see why she can’t wear the same style.) with a gray zip up jacket and blue jeans (alternate is shorts for the summer). She's about 5' 4" tall. Jiana doesn't exercise much because she is mostly at a desk, so she’s got a little pudge around the middle.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Personality: Jiana knows how a know-it-all can annoy people so she doesn’t offer any unnecessary comments or information. Once someone gets to know her, she can be very talkative, but knows how to listen. She has somewhat of a temper but it takes a lot to get it to her snapping point. Some things get her angry in an instant such as bullying or some one telling her she is stupid for no reason. She doesn’t hold grudges very long. When she does get angry, she reacts like anyone else by snapping at him or her. She never talks about people behind their backs, for she wouldn’t want it done to her. When she gets angry she gets what other people say is a sinus headache.
Her favorite food is peaches.
History: She was born in Houston, TX, but her family moved shortly after that. When she was three they moved to Washington DC. Her parents were like any other and extremely normal. They were horrified of the Nova situation and tried to stay away from it as much as possible. Her brothers, of which she had three, didn’t particularly have an opinion about the novas except jealousy for the powers. As children they would play super hero and she would be the victim.
Jiana would draw futuristic things like flying cars in sketchbooks. On the next page, or a piece of scrap paper she would write out the mechanics of how it would work. She didn’t really hide it but people thought she was just dreaming of the future. Elementary and junior high were as normal as can be. She never got into the ‘I’m only friends with a certain kind of person’ thing. She was a friend to lots of people from different cliques and somewhat of a geek. She read a lot, books like ‘Mechanics for Dummies’ and sometimes fantasy books. One of the first sketches she’s made was of a miniature mechanical dragon that was similar to a wind up toy. Later in her years she added a fire blowing feature.
Jiana was discovered as a nova when she was 14 years old, just starting high school. Her parents immediately transferred her to Galvan and she never heard from them again. Her brothers did send emails, but that eventually slowed to a stop, too. She figured that she could get over this family since she found a new family in Team Tomorrow and Galvan.
She joined Team Tomorrow because she thought the rouge novas were going a bit too far, and Admon saying that they were supreme was ridiculous. She doesn’t think anything is supreme over another living being. Ji thinks we are just the same as a horse, or a dog. She joined because of loyalty to the school and her friends, but also what Admon had done.
She doesn’t have many thoughts about the current events, just exasperated sighs here and there, and then work on a new doohickey to fight them off, or contain them.
Sample Roleplay: Jiana hummed a little tune. She was pretty sure she was alone, or she wouldn’t have started that pointless jingle. As she hummed, she figured that it couldn’t be classified as a melody, since it had no rhythm, or any repetitive notes.
She was in her room, which was somewhat small and comfortable- just the way she liked it. When she walked into the room, she saw a twin bed in the right corner and a desk the opposite of it. Two symmetrical windows were on the back wall, facing out onto the back gardens. She was glad they were there too. She would have something to gaze at while she was trying to fall asleep. There were white opaque curtains on the windows and even though they didn’t obscure light very well, the curtains were always pulled back.
On the desk was her laptop, which was white and orange, not black, as people would expect of her. It wasn’t as high tech as she’d like it to be, but it served the purposes she had for it. When she had gotten it a couple of months ago, she had a small bout of insanity, as she would like to call it and named her new computer Charlie.
Jiana, fortunately, came to her senses a few minutes later and never called Charlie by his name again.
In the right hand corner was a cup of pencils that were sharpened perfectly because she never used them. There was a stack of old and new sketch books on the opposite side of the pencils with a mechanical pencil lying sideways on top.
On another wall was a dresser with a mirror. To the right of the dresser was a small closet she used for her summer clothes, her winter ones were in the dresser. She had two posters adoring her wall, one of Einstein and the other of the Northern Lights.
Jiana’s eye twitched a little. She had been up for almost 21 hours, working on a new project. She thought of what it could look like right before she fell asleep the previous night.
She knew what it was the instant she woke up.
The picture of the device was clear in her head, and she had drawn it in her new sketchbook, exactly the fifth sketch she had in there. Hundreds (and she was exaggerating) of scrap papers of reminders littered the wall that her desk was facing, some from years ago, some from a few days ago, she could never tell.
Her head felt like a chainsaw was being buried in it. She blinked a few times, then realized she hadn’t been out of her room for the whole time she’d been awake that day. This meant she missed work, and hadn’t eaten. As if on cue, she stomach growled loudly. How long had it been growling like that? It didn’t matter.
She vaguely remembered a knocking on the door, but she had been too absorbed in her sketching to answer.
Jiana stood from the stiff backed chair and stretched like a cat waking from a little bask in the sun. She awkwardly walked to the door, pausing every few seconds to stretch out an unused muscle.
I’ll just pop into the kitchen for a little snack, then come straight back. Her mouth was watering for a peach anyway. She just hoped she could do it with out waking anyone. It was close to midnight, she realized. Considering the odds, she doubted it. In the dark she was clumsy, knocking over things and making a ton of noise. Something she needed to fix, and soon. No telling what trouble it can cause in the future.
(All the fixes! Anything you want to change?)
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 5:11 pm
Alrighty. Take 2 with Sandy's profile. I spruced up the whole thing, so we'll see if I hit all the spots that needed changing or not. XD Gaia Name: Panpear Name: Sandy Dunstan Age: 21 Alignment: Team Tomorrow Special Abilities: Sandy can change her density. Her standard density is much lighter than air; if she does not think about it, she will just float off into space. (Thus when sleeping at night, she tends to strap down into bed, just in case). She can also make herself extremely heavy, which makes her harder to hurt and stronger in general, but her movement is slowed drastically. It’s also more difficult to become heavy. Her ability to change her density also allows her to withstand extreme amounts of pressure (or lack of pressure, as the case may be). Normally her power only affects her body, so just touching her will not affect your own density. However, Sandy can also enlarge the range of her density changes to affect other people and/or her surroundings. She can easily maintain a radius of five feet or so for an extended period of time when making things lighter, and the same distance for about 10 minutes when making things really heavy. Her power naturally extends in a sphere, but she can make it elliptical or shaped more like a donut without the hole. Sandy can also control what objects inside her power radius are affected, though the more she has to differentiate, the harder it is to maintain. Note: Although her density may change, everything else about her is the same, thus she cannot float through solid things. Codename: G-force (because most people assumed she controlled gravity anyway, and ‘Dense’ wasn’t an option as a name). Costume: Sandy made her costume herself, and was very proud of it. Created from very durable materials, in consisted of a zippered dark blue jacket, with the Team Tomorrow T’s on the front left, in yellow. It has stretchable light blue 'wings' between the arms and body, to help her catch wind so she can ‘fly’ with it, as wind travel is faster than her peculiar walk. The wings can be detached from the body of the jacket via zippers, but it is quite tricky to unzip, so she usually doesn’t remove them. Her pants fade from dark blue to light blue, and her shoes are dark blue. While in her costume, Sandy lets her hair down, where it whips around because of her light density. While having her hair down does look very impressive, she usually puts it into a segmented ponytail if she knows she will be doing a lot of work or fighting. Appearance: Sandy always likes to describe herself as average, an interesting term for a Nova to use. She topped off at five feet, five inches; an average height. Her hair is a mousy brown, usually worn in a large, tight bun; an average color with and average style. Her body shape, she might admit, is slightly below the average American’s; but then again, she’s from Canada (of course, it’s slightly below average there too). She’s not to big, not too small, though hardly anyone can tell from the looser fitting clothing she wears. Yes, loose shirts, usually of the plain color variety, are what she wears. And skirts. Lots and lots of skirts. Sandy loves skirts. She has made many over the years, and always buys more when she can. It’s not surprising to find her wearing multiple layers of skirts, especially in the winter. But she usually wears some sort of bloomers or shorts underneath her ‘hippie skirts’ (as one person referred to them as), just in case she floats over someone’s head. Sandy cannot deny that her movement style has become anything but average. She has developed, over the years, a gliding gate, where the momentum for movement comes from a push off the ground. She then glides quite a few feet before needing to give herself another horizontal push. It is an effective way to cover ground quickly. She tends not to move like that in the presence of humans though; at least while she was out of costume. ((Some drawn pictures for reference:
Sandy wearing normal attire.
Two full size images of Sandy in normal clothes. When she doesn’t expand her powers, only her hair is wispy and affected. When she does, her clothes do get affected.
Sandy in her Team Tomorrow outfit.
Full color image of Team Tomorrow outfit. ))Sexual Orientation: Straight. Personality: Sandy has always been a friendly, cheerful person, constantly smiling, or laughing at whatever joke you made, even if it wasn’t funny or she didn’t get it. Always striving to please, Sandy often goes out of her way to help out her friends, especially if they ask. Of course, some of her friends might say she’s a bit slow. Not academic-wise- she, like all Novas, are quite intelligent in that regard. It’s just that she has a hard time picking up on seemingly obvious social... nuances. Mainly in the area of relationships, though her ‘slowness’ also extends to ill-timed or nonsensical comments during conversation. Those who know her say it’s partly due to a sheltered childhood. Either way, her friends tend not to ask her for dating advice, though they will say she’s ‘gotten better’ as the years went by. Despite her lack of social grace and generally cheery nature, Sandy does have a more serious side. She’s quite religious, regularly attending church. If you ever start a conversation about religion with her, she could go on for hours, if you’re willing to listen (she’d hate to bother you if you had other things to do). Sandy also worries quite a bit, and sometimes acts more like a mother than a young, fresh out of college 21 year old. Sandy has taken to the idea of being a ‘super hero,’ and is much more outgoing and confident sounding while in costume. Instead of trying to stay in the background like she usually does, Sandy acts much more decisively when in her guise. In fact, when strangers are watching Team Tomorrow at work, she sometimes says random phrases that sound like they’re out of a comic book. In her spare time, Sandy likes to sew, knit, crochet, or other activities involving thread, yarn, or otherwise. Hardly is she seen without some sort of project in the works, to do during meetings or other boring times. She also enjoys ballroom dancing, though she hasn’t danced in years. Dislikes include cooking, any math that is calculus and beyond, and camping. In addition, Sandy is slightly homophobic and slightly paranoid of being outside overnight. History: Native of Canada, Sandy resided in the countryside near Toronto, living a happy, normal life. It was during the big dance at her local high school (attendance being 89 students) that she erupted. Dancing with Tony Schlep, the closest guy to a highschool sweetheart she could get, Sandy closed her eyes as the slow dance started. Awkwardly shuffling around the gym, they got closer and closer, until suddenly people started screaming. Opening her eyes, Sandy saw that the two of them were floating off the ground by at least two feet. Panicking, Sandy let go of Tony (who fell to the ground, gibbering), and she continued to float to the ceiling. Luckily, she had enough sense in her to keep her legs together, though her arms were flailing as she tried to get to the ground. She spent the rest of the night on the gym ceiling until the fire department came to get her down. The next few weeks she stayed at home, with a rope tied to the floor as she determined how to stay on the ground. While the gym incident was embarrassing, she didn't let it faze her... much. Needless to say, an invitation to a Nova school was most welcome. Her years at Galvan started off fun, and mostly peaceful. There were a few bumps along the way in the first semester, but then everything smoothed down into routine. She and her group worked well together; she got to know everyone on campus fairly well, even though she did spend more time with people her own age. It was a wonderful time, as the classes were challenging, and fun. Her school was responsible for curing several life threatening diseases. Sandy even helped some of the older researchers with them, as her scientific studies focused on Biology and Physics. She also focused heavily on English and Philosophy, which she used as a springboard for her own personal studies into histories of religion. She attended college at Galvan as well, and soon graduated with a degree in English in only a few years. Galvan offered for her to stay longer to assist with more research, but Sandy politely declined. She was longing to return home. And so she did, where she promptly began bumming around her parent’s house like all good college graduates should (even Novas). Her parents didn’t mind much- a visit from their daughter was always welcome, and they were quite sure their little girl would find a job very soon. It was during this time that Sandy’s involvement in her church increased. It was a conservative protestant denomination, where Sandy spent a lot of time helping out and talking with the minister. She even considered going to seminary school, and almost did if not for the tragic string of world events. First the video of the young nova being killed was aired. Sandy had heard about such happenings before in her Political Science classes, but had not taken them so seriously until that day. She was shocked, as were her parents and everyone else she knew in town. She remembered so clearly the day when they had sat down to eat and her dad had flicked on the telly to watch the news, and they had seen that tragic act. But worse was to come; Admon’s counterattack soon occurred. Sandy was horrified to see her former classmate on the screen, saying he caused this loss of life. Even more shocking to see other Novas she knew in the background, who had joined him in his evil crusade. Soon to follow were Adriana’s attacks upon the humans as well. These events left Sandy sad, confused, and alienated. She tried not to dwell on such things too often, because she just didn’t understand why. Were not they all born from humans? Were not humans parents of novas, friends of novas? Were the differences between them so much that hateful wars had to be fought, that people had to be killed? Were not they all children of God? Suddenly her friendly little town was not so friendly. People would cast icy glares in her direction and no longer talk to her. Her church no longer welcomed her presence; currently there was discussion of banning Novas from their denomination all together. And Sandy wondered how she could make their anger and her frustration go away. She was therefore delighted when the Galvan Corporation notified her about the Team Tomorrow project. Deciding to move to the headquarters, she said goodbye to her family once again and headed to D.C. In no time at all her costume was made, and she was ready to make her debut with the rest of the team. As part of Team Tomorrow, Sandy always helps out, proving that not all Novas are bad. ((One of my favorite movies is Star Wars, btw. It's hard for me to pick one out. ^^;; )) Roleplay Sample:Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Be-WHAP!A heavy hand silenced the alarm in Sandy's room. Sleep heavy eyes glared at the digital clock, which read the ungodly hour of 5:31 AM. But alas, duty called. After a moment of staring at the ceiling, Sandy began detaching herself from her bed. Literally. Sandy tended to float if she was asleep, so she kept herself strapped to bed. Deftly she undid the clasps that kept her from bumping the ceiling and gracefully floated out of bed. Giving a push with her foot, Sandy drifted towards the door, yawning on the way. Opening the door, she drifted down the Team Tomorrow's HQ hallway, towards the bathrooms. She lived here most of the time now, as they constantly were called out to stop crimes and save the world. Plus, it was cheaper than living elsewhere, and safer. Even if you had to share the bathroom. Luckily, no one else was up at this hour yet, so no one had to see her unruly hair. And how unruly it was. It splayed around her head as if the air was water. Sandy sometimes contemplated cutting it, but her mother always liked her hair longer. Plus, it looked awesome when she was in her 'superhero' get up. "But not awesome after sleeping on it," she thought with a sigh, looking into the bathroom mirror. The tangled mess waved at her, and she smirked just a bit at it before preparing her shower. A half hour later, Sandy was clean, and fresh as a daisy. Well, maybe not a daisy- it was still too early for daisies to be up. Maybe an earlier bird. With towel wrapped around her, she gently propelled herself back to her room to change. "Ah... I should have about five more minutes until the meeting starts. Perfect!" she thought to herself, pleasantly pleased that she had planned her morning with enough time to get comfortably ready. "@#%$! I'm gonna be late!!" shouted a voice, startling Sandy out of her happy thoughts. A second later, another team member careened straight into Sandy, causing them both to tumble through the air. Only Sandy's intense training gave her the proper skill to keep her towel on during the collision. Unfortunately, she and the team member still end up in a tangled heap on the ground. "Then again... maybe it won't be plenty of time," she thought as the two detangled themselves and went their separate ways.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 10:05 pm
((Decided to do two, again, this time through. Someone new, and someone from G1. Here's the new guy... hope It's a decent profile.... :Sweat: )) Gaia Name: Disturbing Tale Teller Name: Timmothy(Tim) Lex Baern Age: 25 (appears 15) Alignment: Team Tomorrow Special Abilities: Tim is dead. Well, his body is dead. His discovery of his abilities was his death, and it shocked him and all the people that knew him quite a bit. The only issue with him being dead was that he didn't disappear from the world, like people usually do when they die. Instead, his spirit merely shifted from his body. Once out of the corpse, it took on solidity. However, it became semi-transparent instead of the opacity a regular human has. If you look at Tim, you can see possibly a few things behind him-through him, if he stands still for you. Not only is he semi-transparent, but he looks a bit... color lacking. His skin is gray, his eyes are gray, his hair is black, and, well... you get the picture. Not only is his figure lacking in the prism department, but anything he touches. If he picks up an apple, it turns gray. The floor he stands on has a small ring of gray around him. You see things through him, and they appear gray. Unfortunately, since Tim is technically dead, he can't grow normally. He does need to eat and sleep, but he does not age. That being said, he can't die from old age. He also has immunity to diseases and poisons. However, he isn't immune to being stabbed through the heart, or being chopped to pieces. Until that happens, however, he will look the way he did when he died. Well... without the carnage of his death. Tim also can not feel temperatures, or much of anything. Even if he were to be killed, he would die without feeling any pain, and would just fade away into non-existence. Emotions are no longer present, as well, though he tends to fake reactions to 'feel' a little more human. He can see, hear, smell, and taste, but that's about it. Another part of Tim's Nova ability is that he can possess things. He can only possess inanimate things and make them move around, or possibly even float in the air as if he'd gone invisible and were doing these things on his own. This is the only time that he can touch things and for them not to be drained of color. Possession takes up a lot of his energy, however, and so he doesn't do it on a regular basis if he can help it. The length of time he possesses something also determines how much energy is taken from him. When he's done with a possession, he is tired, and looks a bit more transparent. The size also counts, so he tends to work with small objects, only. Codename: Ghost Costume: Tim's costume isn't very elaborate... since he doesn't exactly need to conceal his identity, nor is it very hard to figure out who he is, anyways(for those who know about him, anyways), it's whatever he's wearing when needed. For insurance that he is of Team Tomorrow, he constantly wears an arm band that has the two T's on it. Appearance: When he was alive, Tim was a rather tanned kid, despite his slightly-Asian appearance. He had nut-brown skin, hazel-green eyes, and dark-brown hair. Once he died, however, his eyes turned a light gray, as did his skin, and his hair turned black. No other changes were really made, besides the fact that he became semi-transparent upon death. Tim stands around 5'7", having been rather tall for his age. He has a rather lithe figure, and more leg then torso. Looking almost to be an under-fed teenager, he fits into the gloomy-creepy-mortuary-teen category (if there ever was one). Tim's usual wardrobe consists of button-up shirts and pants, all year round since he can't feel any temperature change. His favorite color seems to be black, as he feels it is a shade that fits him the best, and he doesn't have to worry about it changing color. You'll often see him wandering around with a white tie on, as well. He seems to always look like a goth kid who went a little too over-board on the monochromatic appearance. Sexual Orientation: Tim has never really been interested in any gender. He likes people, but only as friends, and nothing more. Personality: Tim is devoid of every emotion. When he's not putting up an act of them, you could do the stupidest, scariest pranks on him and get no reaction- or, just get a blank look and a distant 'Hello.' However, he's taken acting classes, so he can usually put up a decent guise of emotions. When he does, he seems to be a regular, semi-transparent, human being, if not a bit creepy. His smiles always seem a little drastic, and his laughter could give people heart-attacks. Imagine Wednesday Addams, and you've got Tim's emotion mask. History:Tim's family worked for a Mortuary in Northern Alabama. He often wound up dressing in a black tux, riding along in the hearse with his father to drop off another of the passed to the cemetery. Along with growing up in this manor, he gained a bit of a morbid humor and was usually the 'strange kid in the back of the class' at school. His family consisted of his father and older sister, as his mother had passed when he was three. Death seemed to hang around him daily... At the age of Fifteen, Tim was in an accident that changed his life... or death, in a way. It was raining heavily, and a Van hadn't seen the Hearse that Tim was driving, while his father sat in the passenger seat. The teen male had been working on his driving skills, as he had gotten his permit not too long before. His father had told him that if he knew how to drive in the rain, he could drive anywhere. Of course... neither of them knew that the crash was going to happen. The worst damage was to the driver side, causing death-upon-impact. Tim felt a flash of pain, and then... nothing. His father had been hurt pretty badly, but nothing too life-threatening. Once the pain had disappeared, something else happened. Tim opened his eyes. He was standing near the wreck, and he could hear an ambulance coming. There was a haze of smoke in the air, and, for a moment, he could hear the last beat of his bodies' heart before it stopped entirely. Within that one moment, it seemed like everything was taken from him. For a few seconds, he wasn't able to move, see, hear, smell... it was like death again, but, eventually he was able to move again. He felt more solid, as he thought he could've been blown away by the wind, before his heart stopped. Looking around as people came onto the scene, Tim noticed people staring at him oddly, almost with horror and shock. Looking down to himself, he noted that he could see a rear-view mirror through his foot. He would've been shocked, if only he could... feel that way. The Past "Young man? Are you alright?" An elderly woman walked up to Tim, her eyes wide as she slowly made her way to him.
"I... think so." Tim murmured. He looked at her as if trying to remember something, then looked to the crash. "That was going to be my first car..." His voice drifted off a little, watching as the ambulance pulled up. "I think I better go help... I'm quite heavy..." he murmured, and didn't seem to notice the old woman staring at him with her jaw slightly-slack as he wandered over to the wreck.
"Son, you need to get back!" The police had come rather quickly after the ambulance pulled up, and were already starting to barricade the place.
"Sorry, but... My father's in there..." Tim murmured, starting to feel more and more distant from things. Why wasn't he panicking? He'd been the one driving, so, was that him being pulled out from the wreck? What was going on? Confusion was only in his head, never shown in his features, and never actually felt.
"Your father? Was he the one in the van?" The police man inquired, looking him over.
"No... He was in the Hearse... We were making our way to the cemetary up the road..." Tim pointed in the direction of where they were headed. He seemed to watch distantly as they set a body aside and cover it with a sheet. "Look, there I am..."
The police officer looked angry, for a moment, before he turned to watch as well, and caught sight of the rather bloodied-up face of the body before it was covered. He suddenly paled, and turned to face Tim, who had shifted his eyes to watch them move his father to a stretcher. "Y-Y-You..."
"I should go with him..." Tim either ignored the officer, or didn't seem to care to answer as he slowly walked up to the ambulance. The air around him seemed to start shifting a little, as any color he had on seemed to get sapped into monochromatic shades. A light mist hazed around him a bit, and then also seemed to disappear, leaving a semi-transparent, emotionless, supposed-to-be-dead fifteen year old asking about his father, and explaining the parts of the situation that he understood.
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At the hospital, Tim was left in a waiting room with a few nurses murmuring nearby. Nobody seemed to want to approach him, save for his sister, when she arrived. He'd ridden in the ambulance with his father, answering questions while he stared through himself at the floor. Upon his siblings' arrival, he was pulled into a hug; she hadn't seemed to have noticed the change, just yet.
"Timmy! I was so worried! Thank god you're okay, I heard it was awful. How's dad? Is he in surgery?" A whole paragraph seemed to spout from Tim's older sister, Marcy. She continued to hug him while waiting for him to reply.
"It was a rather bad crash... I died, and Father will be in surgery for a little while... he got hurt pretty bad." Tim said, not even flinching like he used to when being called his kiddy-name by his sister. "My body's already down in the morgue area, if you want to go see." It was almost as if he were announcing himself to a freak show. "I think one of my eyes were falling out..."
Marcy pulled back, tears dripping from her eyes and a small smile on your lips. "Thank god you're only..." her mind seemed to catch up with her as she saw some of the chair behind her brother- through him. "Dead." she finished, that last word only a mere whisper. She stared at Tim for a good few minutes, and then moved her eyes to examine him fully... and her.
Hands still on Tim's shoulders, the color had been drained from her... literally. The drain had only gone up to her shoulders, but it was enough to freak her out. Letting go of her brother, Marcy stared at her hands in disbelief as she watched the color return. "T-Tim... A-Are you A-A..."
"Ghost... Probably. Then again, I'm still here, so... maybe not." Tim finished the question, his eyes gazing to his sister in a blank demeanor. "All I know is that I'm dead." It wasn't long before the siblings got to see their father. Marcy had told her brother to remain outside of the room, as not to shock their parent when he woke up. It was around a week later when they told him what really happened with Tim, and why the doctors seemed confused and freaked out whenever he asked about his son. While his father was in the hospital, Marcy researched on what might have happened to her brother. The only conclusion that she could come up with was that he was a Nova. There had been several incidents and news-headers about them, and they seemed to be so unreal, like Tim, that it could only be true. Once their dad was able to return home, they discussed all of this. Tim got a letter to go to a Galvan school after his father contacted the company. He was soon sent off to learn more about his abilities, how to control them, and to see what caused his emotionless change in attitude, and why he absorbed color when touching things. He learned much of that, and even took a few drama classes that were offered to help seem like he gave a care about anything, even if he didn't. Through school, Tim moved through things like a stream moved along a riverbed. Some of the want to do things, to learn things, was there, but seemed rather locked up in his head, for the most part. He made a few friends, and re-learned how to socialize. Graduating with decent grades, he went home for a week to visit his family, and then returned to try and help out a little as events turned. The first emotion he could almost feel since death was urge. He suddenly seemed to want to aid those who needed it, and prove people wrong. He'd done that all through Galvan, with other students, so why not now? Tim joined Team Tomorrow, that urge seeming to go past the emotionless barrier within him. He felt he should keep people from getting hurt and possibly turning out like him. That meant picking a side and fighting with them, if it came to it. He could deal with that. Maybe he could work on his abilities more and make good use of them. He never thought about trying that... It seemed like a decent enough future, though he grew up dreaming to become a mortician like his father. Joining up with Team Tomorrow, he surprised a few people, but was soon remotely accepted among the ranks. Although he didn't have any life-saving super powers, he could possess things... and that was all he needed. With that, he helped gain information behind things, and saved lives in the process. It would be a good feeling for him, if only he could actually feel... Sample Roleplay:The small click of a pair of heels was heard, and then a woman's voice bouncing off the walls within a hallway came. She was talking to someone, her voice drawing nearer to the library, where Timmothy Lex Baern sat, browsing through a fictional horror book. Dressed in a short-sleeved, seemingly-black, button-up shirt, a white tie with a gray stripe down the middle, and a pair of black pants, he sat quietly, turning page after page while he read. One leg was propped up on another, showing a pair of worn combat boots. "As i've told you, Ghost is probably the best to help you out. He should be here in the library... Tim?" The woman entered the library with an older man following beside her. The woman looked directly to him, but the man looked around. "This 'Ghost' guy seems pretty decent... How old did you say he was?" The man's voice was gruff and had a slight accent to it. "Twenty-five." Tim answered for the woman and stood, setting his book aside. Wandering over to the duo, he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Going on twenty-six this March... or would you like to know about how many years dead?" The man stared at Tim with a hint of shock in his features. "Do you know 'Ghost', son? Can you tell us where he is?" He looked from Tim to the woman, and back. He then began blinking at Tim as he started to notice the semi-transparency the male had. As he began noticing a few other things, the woman gave a smile. "This... is our Nova known as Ghost. He doesn't age, so he is exactly how old he says he is." The woman said, walking over and resting a hand on Tim's shoulder. Said hand lost color, the drain going up to her elbow, making the elaborate jewelry she had on seem rather old, and unexciting. "Tim, this is Mr. Parker. He has a possession job for you." "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Parker." Tim had a rather slim smile on his lips as he slipped into a guise. Holding out his hand, he wasn't surprised that it was taken cautiously. "So... who do I get to haunt, this time?"
((Also... Wanted to ask about this before I even considered putting it in...
If he 'absorbs' color, wouldn't he be at least semi-resistant to any 'Light'(light bulb, not light damage) attacks, since color is just apart of the light spectrum?))
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 9:42 pm
(Is there anything I need to change, or that you don't like? I have definitely waited like, two weeks for someone to even acknowledge my presense...please...?
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:19 pm
((You gotta be patient with them, hon. Rushing them only pisses them off. *nod, nod* ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 11:57 am
Yeah, but does it take a month to nod yes or no? I'm just nervous.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 12:05 pm
It takes more than a nod. They have to critically read your application, searching for anything that might need changing. Besides, Merlinic just got back from an extended stay in Europe, so give her some time.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 11:07 pm
Current status: Pansa originally actually had you all written up, but gaia/her computer destroyed it and she hasn't had the will to rewrite it yet. Merlinic is, as mentioned, recently back from Europe, as is currently being stolen by a combination of college duties, friends who haven't seen me in forever, and the fact that I still haven't unpacked.
I'd work on edits now, in fact, if it wasn't already the early hours of the morn over here. Alas though, the need for sleep overtakes me...
*Salutes as she signs off*
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 12:27 am
Yoder These are people who are still waiting for final approval: Ariene DSV EKA Knotbox Merlinic Yoder For the sake of simplicity I'm going to assume this is the order. Correct me if I'm wrong... Note that I've forgotten comments I may have made earlier, so sorry if I contradict myself *sigh*. Ariene: Name is still strange, but since it's a superheroish roleplay... yeah. Moving on. Grammar, first sentence is not a sentence, and even ignoring that you've got a list of nouns ended with an adjective. Which is weird. Questionable sentence could be... fifty to sixty percent of her brain, which gives her approximently five times the brain power of normal humans. On the languages thing, specify, 'cause being able to get the gist of something written in a different language is different from understanding the same thing spoken. "she doesn't know what would happen if she didn't work a day. " So she's never taken a weekend? odd... As for the aside in the clothing section. Just because most people do have reasonable variety in their wardrobes. If the point is that she doesn't, great, but expect other people to mentally comment about how she's wearing the exact same gray jacket she always wears, and that girl really could use some fashion sense, etc... Personality still feels... general. That one I'm going to pass on to Mello/Pansa for a lookover actually... See what they think... The family is faceless. Some detail/personality there...? And the her being the game's victim just sounds like an angsty thing. She doesn't strike me as much of a social butterfly, but she would've have to have been to have friends in every group... " Her parents immediately transferred her to Galvan and she never heard from them again. Her brothers did send emails, but that eventually slowed to a stop, too. She figured that she could get over this family since she found a new family in Team Tomorrow and Galvan." Um, still a bit odd. No questioning of why she didn't hear from them? No asking her teachers/headmistress to figure out what's going on? Or do you just want to not deal with the family so you're trying to get rid of them? 'She doesn’t have many thoughts about the current events, just exasperated sighs here and there, and then work on a new doohickey to fight them off, or contain them.' Makes her seem nearly unconcerned abotu the whole thing. If true, incorporate into personality, if false, change. Ohh, your roleplay sample is definitely improved. There's still some excess description in there that could be trimmed down, but you've inserted some additional stuff that's good all the same. *yawn* That's all for now, folks.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:16 am
The list I made was actually alphabetical.
Add Panpear and DTT to the list of people waiting, too.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 12:59 am
Damn... Thankfully Abiisan agreed to look through the past pages and make a list for me, which I'm just going to go with. XD for my brain tends to shut down whenever I try and figure it out. Anyway.
knotbox:Rigilda
EKA:Elaine
DSV:Angolina
Knotbox:
If it doesn't make much difference to you, go ahead and jump to eighteen.
Limits make the power better, but why exactly is sight so important?
Sidenote, I think it's taxes her as opposed to taxes upon her.
"She cannot store things in her alternate dimensional plane. It is infinite, and it would almost impossible to find." --So define the difference a little more clearly between storing things there (which is impossible) and holding someone there for just a few seconds as protection (which is apparently easy)... Or does she do the latter by moving them instantaneously back out somewhere else?
Random question, who does she know with similar powers that allowed her to travel in her dimension the first time?
As far as personality goes, there's still something about the first two sentences that strikes me a bit odd... Practical jokes and mischievious nature, plus polite/mature demeanor, plus the whole mildly-nasty nature described in the latter sentences... So is it on the surface she's ever the polite mature one, but in her head she's jumping to conclusions and being cruelly sarcastic? And also in her head being the mischevious one, perhaps when she's in a good mood? Overall you seem to have something good going on there, but I'm still trying to piece it together over here XD.
Now *reading on* the history really supports the mischevious thing but not really the rest of it. Really, you've got three people here--the one described in personality, the one hinted at in history, and the one that actually showed up in the sample roleplay. So which one are you actually playing?
"and she would have to leave if she wanted to continue. " bit unclear there...
If the other mods think orphanageness is okay I'll go with it I guess XD
"She was then sent to one of the oldest Galvan schools in the country, and after her abilities were figured out to the point of, she can make anything she sees disappear, she received the nickname, The Blackhole. " I get what you mean, but that sentence could be much clearer.
"She became an average student in all subjects, her teachers say she relies too much on her warping abilities, in all situations." /How could she rely on her warping abilities to get through, say, math class? If that's what you mean...
I feel an urge to make a comment on the physics of black holes that may or may not actually be new news... If our sun was replaced by a black hole of the same mass, aside from the lack of light it wouldn't be any different--they don't have extra sucking ability, just gravity like anything else... The difference being that normal black holes have so much gravity they pull pretty hard all the same XD. So if we're doing theoretical mini black holes... then things get complicated XD. But yeah, this sample is an improvement over the one I remember seeing before. Your wording could be better in a few places, but it's got some nice detail and it makes more sense than the previous version did ^^. Watch the typos though.
Just to be clear, her power now is more like using an alternate dimension, right? What's it look like when she transmits things to and fro?
/one more down.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 5:57 am
Thanks for doing this guys! You're very through, and we appreciate it!
3nodding
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 12:16 am
Gaia Name:Genric
Name: Jacob Jay Tyson
Age: 21
Alignment: Devias Coorporation
Special Abilities: Psychic Matter Manipulation. With a variable amount of concentration dependant on the size of the object, and the severity wished to be used, this ability can destroy or modify a given amount of matter on touch. With a range from leveling a city to causing head aches, this ability all depends on how much time and energy is given into matter manipulation. For bigger manipulations the user goes into a catatonic state, with a psychic adhesive between himself and his target, but in this state, unless he is given water or substinance, he can die from dehydration or malnourishment.
Even with the scope and power of his ability, Greg tends to manipulate things from the core of an object. He loves the physic defying characteristics of implosions and nucklear explosions. Always from the inside out.
Codename: Microwave
Costume: Not much one for the whole tacky costume scene. Gregory tends to wear a black cotton T, black heavy denum jeans, military grade steel-toed boots. He also wears either a leather bikers jacket, or a leather trench-coat; both of which have a radioactivity design on the back. His true signature is a pair of thick neo-punk googles with a radioactivity design in the black and yellow lenses.
Appearance: Greg has always been a very small built person. He was born prematurely, and it was doubtful he would survive, let alone be a happy healthy baby. But against all expectations he lived, and grew a realitively normal life, even if he was was shorter and thinner than every other children his age.
Platinum blond hair, and the palest green eyes ever seen, these just accent his nuclear personality, and make him stand out more than anything. He stands a puny 5'3" at 93lbs. A quite pale complexion, almost an unhealthy sheen is what Greg sports, hence his bulky outfits, and his constant smell of sunblock.
Sexual Orientation: He could be best described as Straight, with Bi tendencies. Like flirting with guys, even though he truly isn't interested in them.
Personality: Y'know that twisted kid you'd always see frying ants with a magnifying glass on the hot summer days? Greg was that kid and beyond. Cherry bombs in frogs, cherry bombs in feeder mise, heck, sometimes even Cherry bombs in mise in snakes. He loved carnage, he loved destruction, and oddly enough he loved physics, and thinking of ways to defy them, whether actually or just through imagination.
History: To be edited in later...
Sample Roleplay: To be edited in later...
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