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 Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 3:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 25, 2006 3:02 pm
Power Progress
Non Existent - Pitiful - Horrible - Very Bad - Bad - Reasonable - Average - Above Average - Good - Very Good - Amazing - Excellent - Perfect
STATUS
Physical Strength// Average
Physicial Endurance// Average
Agility// Above Average
General Knowledge// Above Average
Everyday Logic// Average
Social Strategy// Bad
Power Control// Reasonable
Power Strength// Reasonable
Power Endurance// Reasonable
General Battle Insight// Average
Attack// Average
Defense// Average
SKILL TREE
(This notes how Zayd's power will likely progress. Current abilities will be italicized as training is monitered.)
Skill 1: Movement - Up to one metre
----->[1.1] The eye can be moved backwards and forwards, and left and right, but cannot yet be rotated.
---------->[1.2] The eye can be moved with more finesse, and be rotated.
--------------->[1.3] The eye can move properly, up to the range of a metre, and be focused.
Skill 2: Distance
----->[2.1] The eye can be moved up to five metres, and out of sight range of his eyes.
---------->[2.2] The eye can be moved up to 50 metres
--------------->[2.3] The eye can be moved up to 500 metres
--------------------->[2.4] The eye can be moved up to a mile
Skill 3: Multiplication
----->[3.1] The eye can be divided into two
---------->[3.2] The eyes can divide again into four
---------------->[3.3] The eyes can divide again into eight
LATEST UPDATE August 21st, 2007
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 1:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 2:27 pm
[Jenny Adams; about] 
[First name] Jennifer
[Second name] Adams
[Aliases] Jenny, Jennie, Ma, Ms. Adams
[Nationality] English, but has been in America for a long time.
[Age] 46 (or theresabouts xx)
[General Appearance] She's slender waisted, and birdlike, despite her years, with a full head of black hair (although that's probably due to a lot of hair care products), which is usually tied back, or placed in plaits. Jenny has dark blue eyes, set in a small, lively pointed face. Her face is freckled, and there are little crow feet by her eyes - but apart from that, she looks relatively young.
[Personality] She is very difficult to get irritated; but if you try hard enough, the results are rather spectacular. Jenny is very tolerant of most people, but has very little tolerance for buerocracy and pomp. Due to her experience with various damaged children, she understands a lot more then people would expect from a middleaged housewife - not to say that she'll tolerate nonsense.
[Quick Bio] Jenny is a product of the British care system; she was given up for adoption when she was seven - she understands why now, but at the time she viewed it as complete and utter rejection. Not being particularly sweet, or easy to handle, she quickly went off of the rails - by the time she was 13, she had had several run-ins with the law. Luckily for her, Jenny was fostered. Her foster family - she stayed with them about a year, before being permanently adopted - were understanding and tolerant, everything you would want. She attributes her life since to them - she believes that otherwise she would probably be serving multiple life sentences, or dead. Jenny got average marks in all her exams, and had a short career. She married her husband, Harold, when she was twenty, and had a few children - Lucy and Rose (twins), and Sam. In between having the twins and Sam, they moved to America for buisness reasons. When she was thirty, and in a good position, she began to foster children with her husband, wanting to give back what she had got from her foster parents. She is still in contact with most of them, through letters mostly, and their pictures are on her mantlepiece. Harold died of a coronary attack last year, and as her children moved out, she was rather lonely. So she is perfectly prepared to lavish all of her attention on Zayd...
[Short term goals] Getting Zayd to trust her + weaning him off of the lion plushie. She can't help but think of the teasing if it turns up at school!
[Long term goals] Getting Zayd to trust other people ): Getting him to take the bandana off around her
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 11:49 am
[Photo Album]
[To be updated ^^]
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 11:52 am
[Aquaintances]
[Friends]
[Neutral]
[Enemys]
He has not met any other children yet.
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Posted: Thu Apr 27, 2006 2:00 pm
[Important events]
25th March 2006 - Zayd is officially adopted by Jenny
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 2:34 pm
[Random (probably stolen) things]
My collection of Charles plushies heart
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 2:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 2:36 pm
[A meeting...]
He came on a motorcycle. That was a nice step up from the company cars, or so this messenger though. It made driving a lot simplier anyway. And it made him feel cool. He'd always secretly wanted a motorcycle all his own.
Daydreaming made him miss his stop the first time. The man made a wild turn back and went up to the door. He would have to hand-deliver this important message. He knocked shortly.
"Special delivery. Please sign here..."
He nodded at the signature, the computer accepted it as a valid one, and then handed over the letter, marked important, and open immediately.
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b146/shragency/Letters/LETTER1.gif
The driver drove off.
Well, he felt cool on the motorcycle until he remembered he was just a messenger.
The middle-aged woman had accepted the delivery with a hint of suprise; it looked like it might be from one of her 'children', but she doubted most of them would have the funds to hire a courier like that. Her dark hair hung around her face, the few streaks of white artfully hidden by various hair products as she moved into the kitchen. Usually she would have it tied back, but she had only just got up.
Jenny Adams sat at the old wooden kitchen table, her quick fingers opening the letter deftly. She read through it once, her dark blue eyes focused through her glasses. Another child? True, this one seemed to be in more trouble then the rest... but children always were. She had seen many of them go through this house - Jenny had, after all, fostered more then fifty children, most of whom she was still in contact with. They were good kids, most of them.
Well... Why not? She was retired now; and it would be nice to have the sound of laughter about the place again. Her husband was long dead, and her real children scattered to the winds. She was, to tell the truth, lonely. And so... so she would do it. Jenny walked to the hall, lifting the telephone from it's reciever. She dialed the number, speaking those words that would change her life forever into the answering machine:
"Jenny Adams. I'll do it"
Snap! That had been quick! The messenger hadn't even had time to quit playing around town when his beeper went off.
"I told you to come back, but since you're still in the neighborhood, deliver the second letter." Charles had gotten optimistic and given the messenger all the letters.
Which was fine by the messenger. He always liked delivering the second letter. Charles always got mad at him, but he got over it, as had all the past women.
Just as he was driving off, the beeper went off again, "And be nice to this one, or you'll be back in the car."
Well, geez! What did Charles think he was going to do, bust the window of some old lady? His mom had taught him better than that.
http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b146/shragency/Letters/LetterNova.gif
Jenny recieved the second message not long after the phone call; she had just been sitting down to make herself a cup of tea, and read the sunday papers - all bad news, and mostly about America, but what could you expect from them? She mostly ignored the outside world now, drawing herself into the world of her 'children'
When the young man she had met before rang the doorbell, she was pleasantly suprised. She signed for the second letter, then took it back inside, waiting until she had settled down with her cup of tea to open it.
The fact that she was to go there immediatly did not suprise her; but the vespa parked in the garage of her house might have suprised the courier. Jenny had bought it for herself when she had retired; she had figured it was time to start living a little. She had always wanted one of the scooters, and then had seemed the perfect time to buy it. Jenny left the letters on the kitchen table, and went to fetch her helmet...
The NSA Headquarters of the city of Metropolis is a building that looks as ordinary as it could be. There's nothing about it that would make a person look at it again. And yet this is a place of great importance for this is also the location of the S.H.R.A. The Super Hero Relocation Agency, an agency which deploys young children with proper caretakers.
Upon entering, the first thing that is noticeable is that everything is white. White floortiles and white walls. It is strongly illuminated by the light falling in through the windows. There's a single desk standing in the middle in front of what appears to be another doorway. The woman behind the desk looks up. She does not smile as she examines Jenna closer and asks: "Please state your name and business."
Yuck. Minimalism. Jenny was not in favour of it; she liked a bit 'o' clutter. Made the place look friendly. She had left the scooter parked outside,and heavily chained to some railings - she wouldn't be able to stand having the dear old thing stolen. Her helmet was propped under her arm as she studied the desk-woman, as she labelled her, being used to officialdom in it's many forms. The best approach was, she decided, a cool detachment; she considered for a second the attractions of simply switching into mad old bagwoman mode, but no. Officialdom did not take kindly to jokes.
"Jenny Adams; I was requested to come"
Seemingly satisfied with your answer she nodded and gave Jenny a small smile. "You were expected." She rummaged a bit in the desk and handed Jenna a visitor pass. "Just continue through this door. There's someone waiting for you in the other room."
Opening the door reveals a long, winding hallway at the end of which is a stairway. Following it downstairs, there is a dimly lit, huge hall with dozens of doors leading out of this hallway. There are guards standing next to almost every door. They looked up with a look of excitement on their face as they noticed Nova come in, but it quickly faded as they spot the visitor badge on her and they slump back into their original positions. Nobody came forward to help at first.
Then a door in the backwall swung open and another figure stepped out. This one seems a lot more awake than the guards around you and is apparently a lot more important seeing how they suddenly jumped back into position at the sound of the opening door. The figure approached you. A man dressed in a tidy black suit. He gave you a brisk handshake. "Welcome to the NSA HQ! I am Charles. Follow me this way please." And he promptly turned and went down into a doorway on the right.
Charles didn't wait for an answer, but started explaining everything, "The NSA headquarters has a very high level of security and is therefore relatively safe. As you might have noticed by now, the corridors are all built as a maze. This is why it is of great importance that you do not wander of by your own. Nor that you let your charge wander around here on their own. Even though we have excellent security, there is no telling how well we would hold up in case of a Villain attack, which is why you will be staying here quite shortly. There are secret grounds which are absolutely safe and where you can visit later together with your charge."
He made another turn and another and another, which would completely disorient anyone walking with him. When he finally stopped at yet another doorway he motioned you in and handed you a file, "This is the information about Zayd and further information about the agnecy. It also contains a credit card with your name. It's unlimited, but please be wise with it. We've already had to take some measures with the other guardians. It is to ensure a comfortable living arrangement for you and Zayd at your new home. Don't worry about making arrangements to move, we've taking care of it and are moving your items to your new home as we speak." He pulled a plastic card with a ring on it and handed it to Jenny, "This is your key to your home. If you don't have any questions, you can meet Zayd now."
It was a lot of information, Charles knew, and instead of opening the door to meet the child as he may have done in the past, he waited to see what the reaction of the guardian would be. As a matter of fact, didn't take his eyes off of her, though that was hard to tell through his sunglasses. He didn't want to misjudge another potential guardian.
"I see. Yes, there are some things I'd like to know" Jenny took a deep breath, preparing for what she was surely going to follow up with; she liked to know everything about her situation before taking action "Firstly, I'm being moved to a flat? You stressed in your letters the importance of keeing Zayd safe, so how much contact can he have with my family? Secondly, I was a foster-mother for a long time; will I still be able to get their letters...? - they would be very worried if I just disappeared. Finally, what do I do if theres any trouble that I can't deal with?" She tossed the card from hand to hand, the folder under her arm.
"Yes, you're being moved," Charles mentally ticked off the answers in his head, "You can have contact with your own family, but because of the nature of Zayd's mutation, you'll have to be careful to try to keep it hidden if you are to visit them. That is acceptable, as long as it isn't very often." He nodded, "We'll forward your mail to you, don't worry about losing contact with your fosterchildren; however, please be prudent about what you say to your aquaintances."
"Ah--" Charles dug around in his pockets some more. It never looked like there was anything there, but now he was having trouble finding what it was he was looking for. He pulled a small device, about the size of an adult man's handspan from that apparently empty pocket, "This is a teleporter. By setting coordinates you are instantly transported to a location. There are a few coordinates we have already set for you. Those are: Safe Haven, Meeting Point 7, and a transporter point in each of your neighborhoods. There are other guardians you will get to know, and will be able to exchange transporter points if you so desire. You'll learn about how to use each as it is needed. You may also call the number in the file at anytime if you need help. We will be ready."
"Is that all?" Charles had his hand on the door now, not expecting there to be more questions. He felt pretty good about this meeting, more practiced after the other set of guardians, and so more prepared. He still didn't like all the questions, but upon reflection and long discussion, he learned to expect and even understand them.
"Before we go in, I'd like you to give me your impression of Zayd; I'd like to know other's opinions before I meet him" She tucked the teleporter into a pocket, making a mental note to take it out before she put it in the wash - it was one of her worse habits. She had lost so many precious bits of machinery to that machine! She was sure it was waterproof, but she wouldn't take the risk - her last mobile phone had been supposed to be waterproof, and look what had happened to that. "That is, if you've met him" She smiled, not a hint of guile in her face, despite the crows-feet by her eyes.
Charles raised an eyebrow. He didn't have time for this, "Children have tendencies to behave differently with different people. You were picked for your ability to help children that others had a tendency to shun. That will make a huge impact on how the boy is. He was in the Cairo disaster and is from Egypt. He's in a new culture and still in shock. That is all you need to know." He opened the door then, revealing a room similar to a hotel room, "I'll come in, but stay at the door. You should have some time to get to know him alone."
He walked in and allowed Jenny just enough time to come in before closing the door again.
Alright then..." Jenny stepped into the room, considering this. She had heard of the disaster - it had of course made headlines, but she had not (besides sending off some money to charity to help with the disaster) payed very much attention. The room was light and impersonal, the same whites as the entrance hall, except for a brightly hung picture over the bed - it was a picture of a tiger, orange and white, with blood coloured eyes, and a bloody muzzle - really not the picture to hang in a child's room, she noted. Poor kid.
Zayd was sprawled out on the bed - he looked younger then his ten years, with his thumb stuck in his mouth. The lioness plush was clutched under one arm - he had named it Zahra, after his sister. His eyes were fixed on a book propped up against the pillow - a picture book, as was evident. After all, the kid couldn't yet read. Zayd had retained the strip of grey blanket that he had taken after the disaster, and it was currently tied around his head, hiding the extra eye. As Jenny entered, he looked up, suprised; no-one had visited him since... oh, a while now. Scrambling to a sitting position, with his back against the wall, he stared at her.
"Hey. I'm Jenny" She smiled, planting herself on the bed comfortably - suprised for a second as it bounced under her light weight - but recovering quickly. Her bike helmet was placed next to her, on the opposite side from Zayd, on top of the file "Pleased to meet you"
Zayd surveyed this woman for a second; then hugged Zahra to his chest, not replying. He understood what she was saying, but... but what did it matter?
"You don't want to talk, then?" Jenny asked, her brow furrowing "That's a pity. I brought you some sweets, but I can only give them to you if ask. Do you want some?" It was a pretty useful trick; she had used it a couple of times.
Zayd blinked. She had sweets? As he watched, she produced a paper bag, opening it with a rustle.
"Do you like mints? I don't really, so I brought you some cola cubes - they were my favourites when I was little, although they're a little hard on the mouth" As he reached out for the bag, she gently removed it. Not so fast as to scare him, but fast enough to stop him getting them. Zayd stared at her for another moment, then his lips formed a single word: "Please?"
"There we go! Not that hard, was it?" She pushed them over, watching with satisfaction as he opened the bag. Inside were a dozen or so hard, slightly see-through brown cubes. Zayd shoved two or three into his mouth, and held the bag to his chest, next to the lioness.
"Your name is Zayd, right? Like I said, I'm Jenny. If you want to, you can go home with me - I'm going to be looking after you, if you want me" She pulled a face, crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out. "Well?"
Zayd, despite himself, giggled - not an action he would usually ascribe to himself. Then he spoke a couple of words - the most he had since the destruction of Cairo. "Mmhmm. I... um... yeah..."
Jenny grinned in triumph, holding out her hand. "Shake on it?" Zayd spat on his palm, and shook her hand, like he had seen the traders do when sealing a deal in the market.
Charles smiled a bit. Despite having his concerns about the guardians, somehow most of them that had come in had managed to gain the trust of otherwise untrusting kids immediately. It was an ability he was getting to envy, really. If any of these kids had a real-life death glare, he'd be a goner.
Luckily, that sort of thing was reserved to adult women.
"If you're ready to go to your new home, there'll be a car outside waiting." he said quietly.
"Sure. You ready, kiddo? Oh - can you send somebody to pick up my Vespa? It's chained up outside the entrance" Jenny turned her smile on him, pulling Zayd to his feet behind her. Zayd was still holding his lioness and the sweets to his chest - various happy slurping sounds could be heard. He was happy - for now - to follow her, but whether that would last long was another question.
"Of course," Charles smiled down at Zayd. Yes, this looked like a good pair right here. He was hopeful.
"If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call. And, please, talk to me FIRST if you have any questions."
He led them out, a suprisingly short trip, and held the door open for guardian and child to go in.
The driver waved to Charles, then headed out, without a word to the two.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 12:52 pm
[A shopping trip...? Oh dear...]
"We're going to miss the bus! We need to go now!" Jenny stuck her head around the door, looking aggreived. Zayd was looking at himself in the box-room mirror, eyes narrowed. He didn't look like himself, really, dressed in these weird european clothes; he looked like one of those little rich boys that used to come out occasionally from the hotel to try and find adventure - it usually ended up with them finding pot and getting robbed.
On the other hand...
He looked kinda like a prince. The red sash he had used to cover his eye was wonderfully royal, and he looked, in his mind's eye, just like one of the princes from his book. Jenny had read him one of the stories from it yesterday - it was wonderful. He had sat there for ages, but - like Shehereezad, she had left the story unfinished, having caught him yawning. She had sent him off to bed immediatly, with only a brief stop for milk.
Jenny thought, suddenly, that in many ways he was more childish then a six year old - but in others much more grown up. They hadn't talked much in the last week; not much at all. He had been polite and quiet, answering her questions non-comittally, and then quietly slipping away to get on with something else.
"Mmm... I'm ready"
"Come on then! Get your shoes on!" That was one of the things Zayd hated; the shoes. It was so cold here that you had to wear them, and they chafed and rubbed, and he hated them. Sighing, he slipped the sandals on, then stood up, brushing past her. Hmph.
They walked to the bustop in silence; a pretty common thing at the moment. Jenny paid the bus driver, and they sat down, still silent. Finally, after three or four stops, she ventured the question as to what sort of clothes he wanted.
"Um... I dunno. Jeans and stuff, I guess..." Zayd said embarrasedly; he didn't know what sort of stuff there was, so... so yeah. He didn't want to show himself up.
[TBC]
[t' be continued]
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 1:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 2:07 pm
[The passage of time]
The past few years had been kinda quiet - well, for the most part. Zayd had mostly kept himself to himself, making few friends; he hadn't even met most of the other young evos. There had been the occasional bit of shoplifting, but that was just to keep his hand in, right? Besides, Jenny had liked the presents, so that'd all been good - and he had never been caught. Even if he had been, he could run pretty fast; faster then any overweight security guard.
He had been going to school for the past year or so, once he had caught up with his peers; he was smart, at least in his opinion. Again, he kept his head down - did his homework, didn't stick up his hand in class, hung around in the library at break and lunch. Everyone knew he was from Africa, and thus left him alone, except for a few idiots - and after a fast, vicious fight, they didn't bother him again.
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