Realistic or Modern St. Thomas School for Gifted Individuals - CS

[im jess saying]

Just a few guidelines for CS:

1. Please no anime face claims. Real face claims only or realistic drawings.
2. You can either make a teacher or student.
3. You can make as many characters as you prefer.
4. Your characters can be any age.
5. Your characters can be in their fourth year or first year--up to you.
6. Your character does not have to be a hero. They can be on a dark path toward being a villain.​

Basics
Name:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Alias/mutant name:
Age:
School Year/Teacher?


Appearance
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Body Type:

Personality
Personality (paragraph form please):
Likes (3+):
Dislikes (3+):
Fears (3+):

Biography
Biography (paragraph form please):
Power/skills/abilities:
Weaknesses:

Writing Sample
Just steal one from an old rp you've done.

Notable Relationships
Any relationships notable to your story?

 

[im jess saying]

WIP af


Basics
Name: Florence Cahill
Gender: cisgender female
Sexuality: heterosexual
Alias/mutant name: Stormforce
Age: 56
School Year/Teacher? head master

Appearance
Hair Color: grey
Eye Color: light brown
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 146 lbs.
Body Type: fit for middle age

Personality
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:

Biography
Biography:
Power/skills/abilities: Can control and harness the weather
Weaknesses:

Writing Sample
Just steal one from an old rp you've done.

Notable Relationships
Dakota Cahill - daughter

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Basics
Name: Dakota Cahill
Gender: cisgender female
Sexuality: bisexual
Alias/mutant name: Ember
Age: 18
School Year/Teacher? second year

Appearance
Hair Color: naturally light brown, died blonde
Eye Color: dark brown
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 125 lbs.
Body Type: small, feminine, and busty

Personality
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:

Biography
Biography:
Power/skills/abilities: elemental manipulation
Weaknesses:

Writing Sample
Just steal one from an old rp you've done.

Notable Relationships
Florence Cahill - mother​

 

[FoolsErin]

Ah I'm late to the party. Very late indeed.

 

[Not An Alien]

Basics
Name: Christopher "Chalky" Lovekin
Gender: Male
Alias/mutant name: Chalky
Age: 19
Sexuality: Pansexual (Leans more towards men)
Year: First

Appearance

Hair Color: Platinum blonde with tips that are dyed grey.
Eye Color: Orange
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 97 lbs
Body Type: Short and very skinny

Personality
Personality (paragraph form please): Chalky is a... Questionable person. Not exactly evil, but not exactly good either. This Australian is a destructive freak at worst, and might just be a sociopath. No one really knows, since he usually just giggles at them unless spoken to. He seems pretty cheerful most of the time, though. Slightly creepy, but cheerful.
Likes (3+): Spicy foods, bombs, bon-fires, slushees, baggy clothes, and old cartoons and music.
Dislikes (3+): Really sweet foods (Icing, for example), formal attire, the winter, being cold, water, and modern cartoons.
Fears (3+): Water, tight spaces, being touched, and planes.

Biography
Biography (paragraph form please): Chalky's father worked for a government company who was experiment on animals, trying to make the perfect war machine. Chalky, who had been curious about his father's work, was allowed to come with him one day as a "scout". Chalky's father had to sneak him in, of course, and Chalky remained un-found, but the radiation had effects on him. Chalky was now a super-human, as you would call it. He was incredibly intelligent, and had enhanced senses. These new powers had scared him half-to-death, causing him to sometimes lash out and break things. Due to this, his father quit, realizing what the government was doing was wrong. This casued Chalky's mother to file a divorce, and she left the household for good. Leaving Chalky amd his brother in despair.
Six years later. Chalky is now fifteen. Radiation has started leaking into Australia, causing it to become a barren wasteland. It was survival of the fittest. So when Chalky's mother had found her old family hiding in some barracks, she didn't hesitate to kill them. Only Chalky and his brother escaped alive. From then on out, they were stowaways, rejects, freaks. The two stole whatever they could get their pale hands on, and one day, angered a gang of grown men who weren't afraid to kill starving children. Chalky was the only one who escaped. He's not sure if his brother is alive, but he tries not to think about it, despite his curiosity.
Four years later. Chalky is nineteen. He had since then escaped Australia on a boat, and was found by authorities hiding in an abandoned train station. They took him to St. Thomas School for Gifted Individuals, where he was registered and given everything he would need to survive.
Power/skills/abilities: He's incredibly intelligent, also has superhuman speed. Not exactly The Flash speed, but not too far from it.
Weaknesses: Water terrifies him, along with being touched. If you tap him on the shoulder off guard, he might just collaspe out of fear.

Writing Sample
Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes had been known for his ability to survive in harsh environments, no matter the situation. After all, he survived in the harsh outback as a child. After a nuclear explosion, you think he could make it. That we would thrive, even.

That was not the case

The Australian had ran to shelter with the other's, ran as fast as someone could with a peg-leg. He was terrified. At Overwatch, he had been spoiled. His survival skills had become worn down and rusty. He had no idea how to survive.
So he sat, sat in front of what had been his shelter for ten months. He had never expected they would find more life. Not here, not now

Notable Relationships
Chalky might have a few background relationships with other characters of mine, but they won't appear in the story permanently.

 

[Not An Alien]

Sorry it's long af lmao.
Btw, I added what year he was- //

 

[Its_Just_E]

Basics

Name: Tye Steel

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Alias/mutant name: Discharge

Age: 19

School Year: 1st year


Appearance

Hair Color: Medium length, Brown, spikey hair

Eye Color: Yellow

Height: 6’ 1”

Weight: 195

Body Type: Athletic type, cut somewhat



Personality

Personality (paragraph form please): Has always been a happy, go lucky kid. He can be a bit of a smartass sometimes though. He does have a willingness to learn more about what he is and how to best use his powers. Once he gets to know you, he can be loyal to a fault. He has a lot of friends, easy to talk with and get along with, he can be the class clown, and also a bit of an ass.

Likes (3+): Pizza, girls, video games, basketball

Dislikes (3+): vegetables, reading, homework, snakes

Fears (3+): not becoming a hero, failing his parents, seeing his friends hurt


Biography

Biography (paragraph form please): Tye had a great childhood growing up. Him and his parents were very close and spent a lot of family time together. They lived in a small community just outside of New York. They tried to stay out of the debates of mutants/non-mutants when everyone was trying to get them to join one side or the other. Their ideals would soon change however.

One day, during his early teenager years, Tye was working on a science project for school. They were current talking about early electrical circuitry, so they had to make projected based around that. Tye had been working on his all throughout the weekend. On the last night of working, he finally though he had everything where it should be. He went to plug in the device to the outlet. His device he made however, didn’t power on. As he checked over his project, he saw that a wire was not fully in place. Not even thinking of unplugging it, Tye reached for the wire to secure it back down. This would not go well for him. As soon as he touched the wire, he was jolted with electricity. It wasn’t a huge shock but it was enough to make him fall out of his chair and black out. He awoke several hours later to the sound of his mother yelling at him to come to dinner. As he walked to the dinner table, he tried to recall what happened to him for the last couple of hours. During the walk to the table, all the lights he passed started to flicker. He didn’t think much of it. Tye sat down at the table and waited for his food. He couldn’t explain it but his head started to pound and his hands felt like pins and needles were in them. His food was sat down in from of him and when he reached for his fork, he produced a bit of static from the fork to his hand. Next thing you know, all the lights in the house were turning on and off. The tv, radio, and kitchen appliances were all turning on and off, changing channels, and going on the fritz. Tye was just as confused as his parents, then he looked at his hands, and there was, electricity coming from them? Tye started to freak out some, but this didn’t help. The static got bigger. As he screamed in terror of what was happening, a small bolt of lightning discharged from his hands as he put them up, blasting the table a few inches away from him. Once he discharged, everything else also stopped acting up. The electricity in his hands went away. Apparently, the shock he received from his science experiment, awakened his dormant x-gene. His parents began starring at him. His mother fighting back tears and his father looking at him with concern. They both were so terrified of this day possibly happening. The day their son became a mutant.

Once they learned of this, they researched the best possible solution for him. They came across this school, The St. Thomas School for Gifted Individuals. It looked great, only downfall was, Tye was not old enough yet to join. His parents decided to home school him till he was of age to attend the school, plus they could watch his powers more closely. Years later, Tye is 19 years old and walking up the steps of his new home and school, St. Thomas School for Gifted Individuals.

Power/skills/abilities: Tye has the power to discharge electricity from his hands. Through training at the school, he also has learned to absorb electricity from other sources to recharge himself and he can hover slightly if he focused the electric current around him.

Weaknesses: Rubber is a big one. Since rubber conducts electricity it can be a major pain for him.


Writing Sample

"I still don't see why we couldn't have just flown here using Light's powers. It would have been alot quicker than using that stupid cab driver. He was taking the longest way home I have ever seen," said Dark. Tye responded, "We have been over this countless times now Dark. There is no reason to use Light's powers to get home from the airport when we can easily just take a cab. We have this conversation almost every time we come back from a trip." Tye had just returned back to New York from a archaeology trip to Egypt he was contracted for. Tye lived in a penthouse on the top floor that overlooks central park. The trip home was a long, long flight. Plus, Tye could barely get any sleep because he had two spirits in his head that decided to bring up an argument from the ancient times of their life right as the plane took off. It was late, maybe like 9:30 pm, and he was just exhausted. All he wanted to do was take a quick shower then go to bed. This was the last archaeology contract he was taking for a while as the pay he received from quite large. Ever since he got the medallion and the two spirits with it, he has never really tried to, practice or better use their powers. They have helped him with his work by showing him some things they can do here and there but, never has he really given time to focus on training. Since he was keep awake on the plane ride home, it gave him tons of time to think it over. As he laid on his bed, drifting off to sleep, he figured he might as well see what the other two think of the idea. "Hey, Light, Dark, you guys there?" "We are always here you idiot, where else would we go," said Dark. "Please excuse him Tye. He isn't in the best of moods ever since the argument on the plane ride home." said Light. "It's fine Light. I have learned to just ignore him when he gets like that. I was wanting to run something by you both if I could get your attention for a moment." "Alright, what is it Tye," said Light. "I was thinking, since we just got back from this job that took us a few months to do and we received a good amount of money to hold us over for a while, I figured, maybe it's time to do a little training. See what I can do with your powers. What do you guys say to that?" Dark responded, "Well it's about damn time kid. I have been wanting to let loose for a while now." Light responded, "I don't really want to agree with Dark, but yes, it would be good for you to learn more about us and what you can handle." Tye let a small smile break free when he heard the response from the both of them. "Alright, we can start in the morning then. Right now, I need to sleep so please, can you guys not fight for a while." Both spirits just chuckled slightly at this remark.

Notable Relationships

None but looking forward to making some!

 

[ColoredSparkler]

Basics
Name: Nova-Lee O’toole
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, Polyamorous
Alias/mutant name: Shade
Age: 18
School Year/Teacher?
First Year

Appearance
Hair Color: Emerald green
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’1
Weight: 95 lbs
Body Type: Slim, petite

Personality
Personality (paragraph form please): Nova is very shy and to herself. Her pessimistic nature can make it hard for her to bond with others. Despite that, she is always willing to help those in need. Slightly unapproachable and geeky.
Likes (3+): Comics books, cats, horror, crystals, Cheetos, hot tea
Dislikes (3+): Loud people, crowded spaces, spicy foods
Fears (3+): Spiders, death of her loved ones, being forgotten

Biography
Biography (paragraph form please): Nova was born in the busy, bustling city of Chicago to a doting stay at home mother and workaholic father. She first showed signs of her powers at an early age. Knowing that her husband was ignorant, Nova’s mother tried her best to protect her daughter from being hurt or kicked out. Nova went to a regular public school for most of her life. In her first year of high school, her best friend was murdered in a drunk driving incident. Overhearing several people making jokes of her death, Nova was unable to control her emotions and powers. She attacked several students and was escorted off campus by the police. Her father, unable to handle the stress of having a daughter who was running rampant and hurt people, reached out to the St. Thomas school. She would be sent there so her father could focus on work and take care of her dying mother. Her mother was diagnosed with cancer several years earlier, leaning that her mother had been accidentally poisoned with an unstable chemical in her youth. Now Nova must learn to deal with the world on her own and away from her mother.
Power/skills/abilities: Nova has the ability to manipulate shadows and dark energy. She can form the shadows into physical objects and use it to contain enemies or harm others. She also can use the energy to levitate her body several feet off the ground.
Weaknesses: Her emotions often control her abilities. As she has low self-esteem she isn’t capable reaping the benefits of her full powers.

Writing Sample
Warm sun beat down onto field, tiny legs ran through the long stalks of grass. Yellow was the color of the day, it beamed from the sun and the tanned grass stalks. Yellow beamed from the mouth of babes through laughter and happy screams. A teenage boy, dark hair and eyes, picked up a small girl. Her golden locks and curls floated through the air as she was spun around. Happiness was warm and light never ending in this summer field. A crack of lightning hit the sky, yellow was replaced by grey. Storm clouds grew, the wind picked up. Grass stalks flung themselves like knives at the children. Cuts. Blood. The storm clouds grey darker, the air became heavier. Breaths became hard to take; the sky began to spin. Rain fell from the sky and onto the tiny girl's hair. It ran down her face, as did tears. She was alone. The grass blew, the sky screamed, and the field was empty. The rain turned red and thick. Vicious fluid stained the pale cheeks, copper taste filled her mouth. The sick scent of blood filled her nostrils, over taking the scent of rain and grass. The child's face no bright red as if the sky had painted her. Screams. Screams filled the air. Pain. Fear. Thump. Thump. Thump. Faster her heartbeat sped, faster the world spun. It screamed and spun and suffocated until the child's hazel eyes closed. Darkness.

Notable Relationships:
None as of yet

 

[Expel]

“You call me a bitch like it's a bad thing.”​

✶BASICS✶​

Name:

Cameron Michelle Eastwood​

└ Cam; The only person who calls Cameron by her full name is her mother. To everyone else, she is simply Cam.​

Gender:

Female​

Sexuality:

Bisexual​

Alias/mutant name:

Shintsha​

└ Means "change" in Zulu​

└ Zulu is one of the official languages of South Africa​

Age:

Eighteen​

School Year/Teacher?

First Year​

✶APPEARANCE✶

Hair Color:

Jet Black​

Eye Color:

Chocolate Brown​

Height:

5 feet, 7 inches​

Weight:

162 lbs​

Body Type:

Curvy | Athletic​

At first glance, Cam appears to be cold and calculating, her expression always one that leads people to believe this. Her strong case of "resting bitch face" gives her a somewhat unfriendly air, though she doesn't mind that it puts people off. She is a curvy black woman, standing at five feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at a little over one hundred sixtypounds. Her skin is beautifully dark, darker than any glancing touch of the sun could ever produce. Brown, thick locks of hair cascade down her back and curls around her youthful face. You'll usually see her with her hair straightened, however, as it is easier to manage. She has a prominent nose and full lips that always look poised to speak something important. But her most compelling feature is her piercing brown eyes that can change from affection to aversion without notice.

Cameron carries herself elegantly with good posture, long confident strides, and her head held high. Due to this and her love of high heels, she often looks taller than she really is. Speckling her nose are freckles that are slightly darker than her skin, though she'll usually cover these freckles, as well as any other blemishes, with a thin layer of concealer and foundation. When smiling, you can see that she has two rows of perfectly white teeth, a slight overbite present. The young woman has her belly button pierced, as well as her nose and ear lobes. She also has three tattoos on her arm and thigh, all of which she got recently on her seventeenth birthday.

✶PERSONALITY✶​

Personality:

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If anyone who doesn't know Cameron that well would have to describe the young woman in one word, the first that pops into their mind is "bitch," and the second, "fierce." Though being a pretty face, Cameron has a reputation for not being the friendliest girl on the block, therefore making it very challenging to befriend her. Though keeping to herself most of the time, when the young woman does open her mouth it is either to correct or insult someone, or to make a sarcastic remark. She's very blunt and straightforward, and doesn't hesitate to put someone in their place. Her introverted nature makes her seem a bit stand-offish and cold, and the amount of time she spends looking in the mirror leads others to believe that she is conceited.​

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Cam's intelligence is mostly based on her determination to succeed; all throughout grade school, Cameron has studied more than the average student in order to "stay ahead of the game," as she likes to say. She's very articulate and observant, tending to notice things about people that they may not even be consciously aware of themselves. With the aid of her eloquence, Cameron is very manipulative, like her mother, and finds joy in getting others to do as she pleases. Another trait she inherited from her mother is her love for the finer things such as flashy jewelry and expensive shoes. As a result, she is a bit of a kleptomaniac and takes things without thinking. This has also led to her getting into a bit of trouble with the law in the past. She is also a bit of an instigator. Being the observant and manipulative young woman she is, she has become very good at hearing things that she probably shouldn't and spreading them around without drawing any attention to herself.​

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Despite all of her shortcomings, Cam is extremely dependable and protective. If she says that she is going to do something, she will do everything in her power to follow through. Despite her resting bitch face, when she's with her friends, she is rarely seen without a goofy grin on her face. She can be described as the bright ray of sunshine in a group, always trying her best to make others happy whether it be by giving them authentic compliments or cracking jokes. Many of her friends also describe her as adventurous and spontaneous; she's usually the one trying to get people to step out of their comfort zones and try something new. Though seeming to not care about much, Cameron would go to Hell and back for the people that she loves, even though she has an odd way of showing it. Underneath the multiple layers of sarcasm and bitchiness lays a warm heart and a kind soul.​

Likes:
└ Clothing | Shoes (Heels, especially)
└ Late Nights | She's a night owl.
└ Playing sports (Basketball, mainly)
└ Watching early morning cartoons while eating a large bowl of cereal

Dislikes:
└ Racism, Bigotry, Homophobia, etcetera.
└ Cold weather
└ Greasy foods ("Pizza is disgusting.")
└ Authority

Fears:
└ Large bodies of water
└ Oblivion
└ Any large insects, especially those that fly.


✶BIOGRAPHY✶

Biography:

Cameron Eastwood was born on Christmas eve as the sole daughter of Rachelle Eastwood, an ordinary single mother who worked as a lounge singer until she finally met her prince charming, Michael Brown, after one of her performances. Despite his arrogant attitude and inflated ego, Michael had a great job and a steady income, which was more than enough for Rachelle to pursue the younger man. Rachelle had always had a love for the finer things such as flashy jewelry and expensive clothing, so it's safe to say that she loved Michael's money more than she loved him. The couple hit it off almost instantly, tying the knot after only six months of dating. The pair had been married for eight months before Rachelle got pregnant. Michael knew that he wasn't ready for another child—he'd already had three children with two other women—but decided to go along with it right up until Cameron was six months old, when he packed his things and left the mother and daughter alone.

Eager for a fresh start, Rachelle packed up their things and relocated to Brooklyn, New York when Cameron was less than one year old. There, they resided in a small, two bedroom apartment in Brownsville. Although her family wasn't the most fortunate, Cameron's mother tried her hardest to

give her child a normal life. She landed a job as a bar singer, bringing in just enough money to keep the rent paid and food on the table. Cameron's mother, unable to fully adjust to living without a wealthy husband, began to spend more than they could afford. Soon, their small apartment would be filled with expensive decor and mounds of beautiful clothing, all while the lights and cable would be shut off. It eventually got to the point where a thirteen year old Cameron had to sell a lot of her own items, most of which were bought on a whim by her mother, in order to get the rent paid on time so that they wouldn't lose their home. Even as Cameron grew older, her mother's spending habits never slowed down. Every time she brought the subject up to her mother, it'd end in a huge fight, ultimately resulting in Cam being punished.

Cameron first began to notice her abilities when she was sixteen years old; she was at a local boutique returning items that her mother had bought when she suddenly shifted into the store owner. She didn't realize she'd changed until one of the employees handed her the key to the cash register. Without thinking, Cameron filled a bag with money, clothes, and shoes before running back home. Later, she would sell these clothes for a cheaper price and make enough money to keep her family afloat. She has been doing the same routine over the last couple of years, hitting up different locally owned shops and willing herself to take form of an employee or store owner. Cam's mother didn't find out about her daughter's side hustle until Cameron turned eighteen years old. Appalled and frightened of her kid's behavior, Rachelle immediately decided to send her daughter away to the St. Thomas school.

Power/skills/abilities:

Shapeshifting | Biomorphing: Cameron can shift her form, transforming and reshaping herself potentially down to her genetic and cellular structure. She can impersonate others or enhance her own body for combat, either by turning into animals, other humans, or by making her body stronger. She'll sometimes shift into other forms when angry or under extreme emotional distress, but cannot control who or what it is that she shifts to.​

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└ Weaknesses; Can only turn into living things.​

Cannot turn into anything inorganic​

Cannot control her shifting as of yet.​

✶WRITING SAMPLE✶​

Spoiler: Excerpt from "The Mundane"

SOMETIMES CAMERON WISHED THAT SHE DIDN'T HAVE A PSYCHIATRIST FOR AN AUNTIE, that whenever something "traumatic" or "damaging" happened to her, she wouldn't have to sit in her mother's best friend's home office acting as though she were one of her patients. To tell the truth, she didn't want to answer questions like "how did that make you feel?" or "what made you do that?" She wanted to lay in her bed with the covers pulled over her head. She wanted to put in her earbuds and drown out the rest of the world with music. She wanted to forget about the stupid Barracuda Virus and losing one of her closest friends. But there she was, laying down in the uncomfortable reclining chair at nearly two o'clock in the afternoon because, instead of going out to celebrate the passing of the virus like every other teenager in the area, she was stuck reliving the experience.

Cam laid with her arms crossed over her stomach and her eyes closed, thinking that maybe if she pretended to fall asleep, her aunt Debra wouldn't barrage her with questions. She was almost sure that she was successful until she heard her aunt clear her throat and flip a page in her notepad. She was ready. "With all that you've experienced over the past few weeks, it all must have been very traumatic," Debra said, and Cam couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. Of course it was traumatic. It wasn't everyday that you saw a dead body in a high school bathroom. It wasn't everyday that everyone in the city caught some fatal, incurable virus. It wasn't everyday that you lost your best friend. Still, Cameron shrugged her shoulders to show that she wasn't ignoring her, and Debra scribbled a few words in her notepad. "Maybe you can start at the beginning. Tell me everything that happened."

Another eye-roll.

The room remained silent for a few minutes before Cameron finally spoke. She knew that she wasn't going to get out of the uncomfortable position until she started to talk. "I was supposed to have a test in calculus that day," she said, shutting her eyes once more, "I actually studied for it a few weeks ago, you know. I never study, but I needed to get my grade up or else I wouldn't have been able to exempt my midterm exams."

"Cameron," her mother said from the opposite side of the room, but she kept going.

"I studied. I made flashcards. I memorized all of those equations only to be sent home right before we were supposed to take the test. Ain't that some bullshit?" Her eyes suddenly popped open and she glanced in her mother's direction. She had never said a curse word in front of any of her family members, even though they were aware that she had the mouth of a sailor. This was mostly out of respect; that and the fact that if she had said a bad word any other day, her mother would've slapped her silly. However, her mother looked unfazed by her foul language, so she closed her eyes again and continued. "If I would've known I was gonna end up skipping the test, I would have just stayed home. I could have gone to the mall or something, maybe even start some early Summer clothes shopping. But I did go to school that day, and I found a dead girl in the bathroom."

"How do you feel now?" Debra asked, and she scoffed.

"I really wish I could have taken that test."

Cameron answered the rest of her aunt's questions until her notepad was full with notes and scribbles. She couldn't help but wonder what Debra wrote down on the page, because not much she said seemed to be of any importance. She didn't give direct answers, so maybe that's what she wrote. Maybe she wrote that she was still in shock, which wouldn't be completely inaccurate.

She told Cameron that she was free to go when the clock struck three, so she gathered her things and headed out of the front doors and straight to the subway station. She didn't bother to wait for her mother. For the past week, the two had been practically glued at the hip, so she was eager to finally spend some time alone now that she'd gotten over the virus. All over the city people were finally mustering up the courage to step foot out into the world; shops and restaurants had reopened, school was due to open in another few weeks, and the subway was just as packed as it was the day before shit went down. Cameron sat in an empty seat on the subway, watching with a mixture of fascination and disgust as the older man sitting across from her picked at a scab on his elbow.

The first place Cameron went to after she got off the train was Grimaldi’s, ready to return to work. The pizza shop had been open for a little over two weeks, but Mr. Moretti had insisted on Cam staying home for another week to be sure that she'd gotten over the virus. Of course, she understood. That didn't mean that she had looked forward to another week of being her mother's patient. "buon pomeriggio," Cameron called to the Italian man as she walked through the front doors, "guess who's virus free?"

Mr. Moretti simply laughed at Cameron's pronunciation of the Italian greeting and tossed an apron her way. She caught it with ease, pulling off her jacket and tying the apron around her waist as she headed towards the back to wash her hands. "Ben tornato," the man said, "welcome back." Cameron got back to work immediately; she hadn't realized just how much she'd missed making pizzas in the sultry little pizzeria. Pretty soon, she was back in her usual groove. She'd forgotten all about the stupid Barracuda Virus and the toll it had taken. That is, until the bell above the entrance door rang, signaling a new customer.

"We'll be right with you," Cam yelled from the back, quickly wiping the flour from her hands and grabbing a fresh pad and pen. She hurried out of the kitchen and to the front counter, but nearly screamed when she saw who was waiting for her.

She looked the same exact same as the last time Cameron saw her: freshly done makeup, neatly braided hair, and a bright orange blouse that complemented her dark complexion. Zoya Williams leaned against the counter, her chin resting in the palm of her hand and her usual, cheeky grin plastered on her face. In her empty hand was a crumpled ten dollar bill, ready to be spent on her usual slice of Brooklyn Bridge pizza. Was Cameron finally losing her mind? Maybe this was the final stage of the virus. Insanity. Nonetheless, Cameron approached the counter with caution, blinking hard to be sure that her eyes were not deceiving her. Zoya laughed her silvery laugh at the young woman's facial expression, and Cam nearly fainted. "You're not supposed to be here," Cameron said as her best friend continued to laugh.

"Now, is that the proper way to greet your best friend?" Zo said with one last giggle.

"You're dead."

"Obviously not, if I'm standing right in front of you." Zo retorted. Cameron shook her head in disbelief, placing the empty pad and pen down on the counter before turning to grab her purse from the nearby table. She was officially losing her mind, and she needed to get away. "Where do you think you're going? I haven't ordered my pizza yet, Cammy," Zo said, and Cameron couldn't help but shiver at the sound of the old nickname. Still, she didn't turn back to face the other girl, instead focusing on putting on her jacket. "You can't ignore me forever, Cammy," Zoya said, but Cameron still would not face her.

"Please, just go away." Cameron said, raising her voice an octave and shutting her eyes, "I don't need this, Jesus. Not today." Cameron's eyes were shut for what seemed like forever before a familiar deep voice pulled her back to reality.

"Cosa sta succedendo," Mr. Moretti said as he came from the kitchen, "what's going on? Is everything alright, Cam? Your shift isn't over for another couple of hours." The young woman slowly reopened her eyes, taking a deep breath before turning back to the counter.

Zoya was gone.

✶RELATIONSHIPS✶

N/A

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

"im weird. i know. i get it a lot."

Spoiler

Basics
Name: Mun Jae-min
Nickname: Jae
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Alias/mutant name: Scout
Age: 17
School Year: 1st

Appearance
Hair Color: Dark Brown (Dyes it a lot)
Eye Color: Black
Height: 5'3
Weight: 100lbs
Body Type: Thin with Slight Muscular Definition
Clothing: Oversized Hoodies, Jeans and No Shoes

Personality
Personality:
Jae is a pretty sociable person. He likes being around people as he wasn't when he was younger. He is highly intelligent and adaptable to new situations unlike others in his family. He isn't that artistic preferring a puzzle over a painting but does play piano often to calm him when stressed. He has a bad temper and a save everyone apart from himself complex that often leaves him in immense trouble and concerned looks. He tries to fix this but nothing has changed him.
Likes: Night Time, Cookies, Heights,
Dislikes: Clowns, Idiocy, Contact Lens
Fears: Loneliness, Disappearing, Societal Pressures

Biography
Biography:
Jae was born in a small Korean town with happily married parents. They moved to America after his father gained a better job opportunity. He was homeschooled by his highly intelligent family and taught to pursue what he wanted to do. From a young age all he wanted was to be a superhero and help all he could no matter what. He was taught by his father to play piano from ten years old. He soon loved it and soon began to sing to himself as he did so. He was never confident enough to sing to someone but always happy to play piano. At 16 he helped save a bunch of people from a burning building. Many burned feathers and a hospital visit later left him with a hero title, a newspaper article and a possible scholarship to St Thomas'. He was estatic. He just needed to heal up a bit more and off to school he was going to go.

Power/skills/abilities:
He is a bird person. They tend to be rare but are known of. He is an owl breed and often needs to use glasses in order for his eyesight to be that of a human's. They are too powerful. He can do the neck rotate thing but he chooses not to as to not freak people out. He can fly many high and long distances with minimal breaks using his long wings but he likes to take breaks. His feet act much like talons but still regain many features of human feet.
Weaknesses:
He is still human despite his extra abilities. He can still die and be easily wounded. Also his want to save everyone has put him in danger many times so his personality alone is a threat to him and others.

Writing Sample
No gangs. At least his Dad hadn't gotten him pulled into something again. The last time that happened he ended up with a busted nose, fractured rib and broken wrist. It was around that time when he decided to stop going to school so this guy didn't know much about his past and he hadn't followed him for long enough. He spoke with a certain sharpness to his voice, "I take online courses. My Dad is a character and I don't like having to recieve critisism for the things he has done or said." Showing that his father meant nothing to him would be the only way he was getting out of this. It would only be a matter of time before he'd realise this.

As for the blood, he barely flinched. He was an actor, plus he had broken things before; it didn't scare him. It didn't even put him off food but if crime shows taught him anything was that you never take things from a criminal. "I'll pass," he said, "Don't really wanna end up drugged with something." He continued along the last line of dialogue, "You don't know me. I might've. I used to love pissing off my Dad. Late nights, bringing a girl home who I wouldn't even end up sleeping with because gross, not coming home at all, being friends with people of non-White decent, that one time Bryan and Kiki decided to smoke weed in my room. That one was particularly funny. He went mental." He smiled at the memory. "Just saying if you explained it in a way that involved me screwing with my Dad's head a year ago then I wouldn't care what I was doing."

Notable Relationships: Will be added to.

 

[FoolsErin]

(Hopefully this image is alright. I don't consider this an anime art-style but if you see it differently I can change it.)

Basics
Name: Callista "Callie" Esmeralda Remeau
Gender: F
Sexuality: Questioning
Alias/mutant name: Songbird
Age: 17
School Year/Teacher?
Year 1

Appearance
Hair Color: Dyed purple. Her eyebrows are mostly tinted the same color via cosmetics, but there are still some hints of her natural hair color, black.
Eye Color: Hazel, but a little bit more on the green side.
Height: 5 feet, 6 inches
Weight: 147
Body Type: Pear (So basically kinda large-hipped)

Personality
Personality (paragraph form please): Callista is a rough person to get to know. She takes a lot of things personally including rejections. But once you figure out what to discuss with her, she comes off as loud. She's often cracking jokes and laughing. Always up for a meet-up at the local milkshake shop, and clearly shows that she loves her friends. She often considers peoples feelings above her own however, and often hides how other people affect her. That was what she was like before she came to the school. Now she's quiet and jumpy, and seems to always have her head down. She doesn't talk about her old friends. Perhaps someone with the right words could coax her out of this phase.

Likes (3+): French fries, Music, Guinea Pigs, Milkshakes, The Beach
Dislikes (3+): Teachers who tell her to take her earbuds out, Flat Soda, the color Indigo
Fears (3+): Rodents, Silence, People with electricty powers

Biography
Biography (paragraph form please):
Callista used to live in a medium sized city and had a group of friends, an accident happens at her school involving a chemical experiment and she and some others end up with powers. After this accident, some "superheros" start popping up. They only pop up occasionally however, to avoid being caught by the government and their parents. Callie doesn't jump on this trend because she thinks it's dangerous. However, she happens to have a crush on a specific person, her best friend, Herb. They've been close since they were small. She confesses to him and he rejects her because he wasn't all that interested in her, and besides, he's gay. Out of heartbreak and frustration, she dons the mask of a villain and causes chaos up until she gets cornered by two of the heroes. One of the heroes unmasks himself, revealing to that he was Herb all along , serving justice with his powers, the other hero happening to be a close friend of both of them, Jerald. Herb convinces her to chill and that how she reacted wasn't appropriate. People are talking about Callie's villain alias though, and it's humiliating her to death. Out of embarrassment because of this and the utter discomfort of how things are awkward with her best friend, she decides that she can't take it anymore. She turns herself in, revealing she has powers. This is why she ends up at the school.

Power/skills/abilities: Able to utilize sound--specifically music-- in various ways
Weaknesses: The physics of sound; because sound waves bounce it can turn the tides on certain attacks, water is an obstacle, etc.

Writing Sample
Just steal one from an old rp you've done.

(Because I don't have any old rp stuff that doesn't misrepresent my writing skill, I'll write something about one of my other characters)

A single leaf in the wind, gently fluttering in the branches of a safe tree. A happy picture, a beautiful patch of shade for a summer picnic. Then there was fire, eating it all away, destroying what had been. Suddenly, a leaf is in the wind, traveling among hostile bugs and grime. Bite by bite the leaf loses precious things, and soon it is but a scrap on cold ground. So the wind carried it to a hopeless place. Clutched between branches of a withering tree, it was a twisted color of safety. But all was not well as the leaf began to wither, and soon it was barely the green leaf it had been.

But there was no leaf, it was a girl. A girl who had lost so much to a fire, then had all that was left taken away by the bugs of the government. There was no withering tree, only a rough batch on the streets. No withering, but only the laughter of a child who had lost her mind and turned to insanity.

Notable Relationships
Any relationships notable to your story?

Her best friend, Herb, and the rest of her old friends.

 

[im jess saying]

Basics
Name: Christopher "Chalky" Lovekin
Gender: Male
Alias/mutant name: Chalky
Age: 19
Sexuality: Pansexual (Leans more towards men)
Year: First

Appearance
Hair Color: Platinum blonde with tips that are dyed grey.
Eye Color: Orange
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 97 lbs
Body Type: Short and very skinny

Personality
Personality (paragraph form please): Chalky is a... Questionable person. Not exactly evil, but not exactly good either. This Australian is a destructive freak at worst, and might just be a sociopath. No one really knows, since he usually just giggles at them unless spoken to. He seems pretty cheerful most of the time, though. Slightly creepy, but cheerful.
Likes (3+): Spicy foods, bombs, bon-fires, slushees, baggy clothes, and old cartoons and music.
Dislikes (3+): Really sweet foods (Icing, for example), formal attire, the winter, being cold, water, and modern cartoons.
Fears (3+): Water, tight spaces, being touched, and planes.

Biography
Biography (paragraph form please): Chalky's father worked for a government company who was experiment on animals, trying to make the perfect war machine. Chalky, who had been curious about his father's work, was allowed to come with him one day as a "scout". Chalky's father had to sneak him in, of course, and Chalky remained un-found, but the radiation had effects on him. Chalky was now a super-human, as you would call it. He was incredibly intelligent, and had enhanced senses. These new powers had scared him half-to-death, causing him to sometimes lash out and break things. Due to this, his father quit, realizing what the government was doing was wrong. This casued Chalky's mother to file a divorce, and she left the household for good. Leaving Chalky amd his brother in despair.
Six years later. Chalky is now fifteen. Radiation has started leaking into Australia, causing it to become a barren wasteland. It was survival of the fittest. So when Chalky's mother had found her old family hiding in some barracks, she didn't hesitate to kill them. Only Chalky and his brother escaped alive. From then on out, they were stowaways, rejects, freaks. The two stole whatever they could get their pale hands on, and one day, angered a gang of grown men who weren't afraid to kill starving children. Chalky was the only one who escaped. He's not sure if his brother is alive, but he tries not to think about it, despite his curiosity.
Four years later. Chalky is nineteen. He had since then escaped Australia on a boat, and was found by authorities hiding in an abandoned train station. They took him to St. Thomas School for Gifted Individuals, where he was registered and given everything he would need to survive.
Power/skills/abilities: He's incredibly intelligent, also has superhuman speed. Not exactly The Flash speed, but not too far from it.
Weaknesses: Water terrifies him, along with being touched. If you tap him on the shoulder off guard, he might just collaspe out of fear.

Writing Sample
Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes had been known for his ability to survive in harsh environments, no matter the situation. After all, he survived in the harsh outback as a child. After a nuclear explosion, you think he could make it. That we would thrive, even.

That was not the case

The Australian had ran to shelter with the other's, ran as fast as someone could with a peg-leg. He was terrified. At Overwatch, he had been spoiled. His survival skills had become worn down and rusty. He had no idea how to survive.
So he sat, sat in front of what had been his shelter for ten months. He had never expected they would find more life. Not here, not now

Notable Relationships
Chalky might have a few background relationships with other characters of mine, but they won't appear in the story permanently.

Basics

Name: Tye Steel

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Alias/mutant name: Discharge

Age: 19

School Year: 1st year


Appearance

Hair Color: Medium length, Brown, spikey hair

Eye Color: Yellow

Height: 6’ 1”

Weight: 195

Body Type: Athletic type, cut somewhat



Personality

Personality (paragraph form please): Has always been a happy, go lucky kid. He can be a bit of a smartass sometimes though. He does have a willingness to learn more about what he is and how to best use his powers. Once he gets to know you, he can be loyal to a fault. He has a lot of friends, easy to talk with and get along with, he can be the class clown, and also a bit of an ass.

Likes (3+): Pizza, girls, video games, basketball

Dislikes (3+): vegetables, reading, homework, snakes

Fears (3+): not becoming a hero, failing his parents, seeing his friends hurt


Biography

Biography (paragraph form please): Tye had a great childhood growing up. Him and his parents were very close and spent a lot of family time together. They lived in a small community just outside of New York. They tried to stay out of the debates of mutants/non-mutants when everyone was trying to get them to join one side or the other. Their ideals would soon change however.

One day, during his early teenager years, Tye was working on a science project for school. They were current talking about early electrical circuitry, so they had to make projected based around that. Tye had been working on his all throughout the weekend. On the last night of working, he finally though he had everything where it should be. He went to plug in the device to the outlet. His device he made however, didn’t power on. As he checked over his project, he saw that a wire was not fully in place. Not even thinking of unplugging it, Tye reached for the wire to secure it back down. This would not go well for him. As soon as he touched the wire, he was jolted with electricity. It wasn’t a huge shock but it was enough to make him fall out of his chair and black out. He awoke several hours later to the sound of his mother yelling at him to come to dinner. As he walked to the dinner table, he tried to recall what happened to him for the last couple of hours. During the walk to the table, all the lights he passed started to flicker. He didn’t think much of it. Tye sat down at the table and waited for his food. He couldn’t explain it but his head started to pound and his hands felt like pins and needles were in them. His food was sat down in from of him and when he reached for his fork, he produced a bit of static from the fork to his hand. Next thing you know, all the lights in the house were turning on and off. The tv, radio, and kitchen appliances were all turning on and off, changing channels, and going on the fritz. Tye was just as confused as his parents, then he looked at his hands, and there was, electricity coming from them? Tye started to freak out some, but this didn’t help. The static got bigger. As he screamed in terror of what was happening, a small bolt of lightning discharged from his hands as he put them up, blasting the table a few inches away from him. Once he discharged, everything else also stopped acting up. The electricity in his hands went away. Apparently, the shock he received from his science experiment, awakened his dormant x-gene. His parents began starring at him. His mother fighting back tears and his father looking at him with concern. They both were so terrified of this day possibly happening. The day their son became a mutant.

Once they learned of this, they researched the best possible solution for him. They came across this school, The St. Thomas School for Gifted Individuals. It looked great, only downfall was, Tye was not old enough yet to join. His parents decided to home school him till he was of age to attend the school, plus they could watch his powers more closely. Years later, Tye is 19 years old and walking up the steps of his new home and school, St. Thomas School for Gifted Individuals.

Power/skills/abilities: Tye has the power to discharge electricity from his hands. Through training at the school, he also has learned to absorb electricity from other sources to recharge himself and he can hover slightly if he focused the electric current around him.

Weaknesses: Rubber is a big one. Since rubber conducts electricity it can be a major pain for him.


Writing Sample

"I still don't see why we couldn't have just flown here using Light's powers. It would have been alot quicker than using that stupid cab driver. He was taking the longest way home I have ever seen," said Dark. Tye responded, "We have been over this countless times now Dark. There is no reason to use Light's powers to get home from the airport when we can easily just take a cab. We have this conversation almost every time we come back from a trip." Tye had just returned back to New York from a archaeology trip to Egypt he was contracted for. Tye lived in a penthouse on the top floor that overlooks central park. The trip home was a long, long flight. Plus, Tye could barely get any sleep because he had two spirits in his head that decided to bring up an argument from the ancient times of their life right as the plane took off. It was late, maybe like 9:30 pm, and he was just exhausted. All he wanted to do was take a quick shower then go to bed. This was the last archaeology contract he was taking for a while as the pay he received from quite large. Ever since he got the medallion and the two spirits with it, he has never really tried to, practice or better use their powers. They have helped him with his work by showing him some things they can do here and there but, never has he really given time to focus on training. Since he was keep awake on the plane ride home, it gave him tons of time to think it over. As he laid on his bed, drifting off to sleep, he figured he might as well see what the other two think of the idea. "Hey, Light, Dark, you guys there?" "We are always here you idiot, where else would we go," said Dark. "Please excuse him Tye. He isn't in the best of moods ever since the argument on the plane ride home." said Light. "It's fine Light. I have learned to just ignore him when he gets like that. I was wanting to run something by you both if I could get your attention for a moment." "Alright, what is it Tye," said Light. "I was thinking, since we just got back from this job that took us a few months to do and we received a good amount of money to hold us over for a while, I figured, maybe it's time to do a little training. See what I can do with your powers. What do you guys say to that?" Dark responded, "Well it's about damn time kid. I have been wanting to let loose for a while now." Light responded, "I don't really want to agree with Dark, but yes, it would be good for you to learn more about us and what you can handle." Tye let a small smile break free when he heard the response from the both of them. "Alright, we can start in the morning then. Right now, I need to sleep so please, can you guys not fight for a while." Both spirits just chuckled slightly at this remark.

Notable Relationships

None but looking forward to making some!

Basics
Name: Nova-Lee O’toole
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, Polyamorous
Alias/mutant name: Shade
Age: 18
School Year/Teacher?
First Year

Appearance
Hair Color: Emerald green
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’1
Weight: 95 lbs
Body Type: Slim, petite

Personality
Personality (paragraph form please): Nova is very shy and to herself. Her pessimistic nature can make it hard for her to bond with others. Despite that, she is always willing to help those in need. Slightly unapproachable and geeky.
Likes (3+): Comics books, cats, horror, crystals, Cheetos, hot tea
Dislikes (3+): Loud people, crowded spaces, spicy foods
Fears (3+): Spiders, death of her loved ones, being forgotten

Biography
Biography (paragraph form please): Nova was born in the busy, bustling city of Chicago to a doting stay at home mother and workaholic father. She first showed signs of her powers at an early age. Knowing that her husband was ignorant, Nova’s mother tried her best to protect her daughter from being hurt or kicked out. Nova went to a regular public school for most of her life. In her first year of high school, her best friend was murdered in a drunk driving incident. Overhearing several people making jokes of her death, Nova was unable to control her emotions and powers. She attacked several students and was escorted off campus by the police. Her father, unable to handle the stress of having a daughter who was running rampant and hurt people, reached out to the St. Thomas school. She would be sent there so her father could focus on work and take care of her dying mother. Her mother was diagnosed with cancer several years earlier, leaning that her mother had been accidentally poisoned with an unstable chemical in her youth. Now Nova must learn to deal with the world on her own and away from her mother.
Power/skills/abilities: Nova has the ability to manipulate shadows and dark energy. She can form the shadows into physical objects and use it to contain enemies or harm others. She also can use the energy to levitate her body several feet off the ground.
Weaknesses: Her emotions often control her abilities. As she has low self-esteem she isn’t capable reaping the benefits of her full powers.

Writing Sample
Warm sun beat down onto field, tiny legs ran through the long stalks of grass. Yellow was the color of the day, it beamed from the sun and the tanned grass stalks. Yellow beamed from the mouth of babes through laughter and happy screams. A teenage boy, dark hair and eyes, picked up a small girl. Her golden locks and curls floated through the air as she was spun around. Happiness was warm and light never ending in this summer field. A crack of lightning hit the sky, yellow was replaced by grey. Storm clouds grew, the wind picked up. Grass stalks flung themselves like knives at the children. Cuts. Blood. The storm clouds grey darker, the air became heavier. Breaths became hard to take; the sky began to spin. Rain fell from the sky and onto the tiny girl's hair. It ran down her face, as did tears. She was alone. The grass blew, the sky screamed, and the field was empty. The rain turned red and thick. Vicious fluid stained the pale cheeks, copper taste filled her mouth. The sick scent of blood filled her nostrils, over taking the scent of rain and grass. The child's face no bright red as if the sky had painted her. Screams. Screams filled the air. Pain. Fear. Thump. Thump. Thump. Faster her heartbeat sped, faster the world spun. It screamed and spun and suffocated until the child's hazel eyes closed. Darkness.

Notable Relationships:
None as of yet

“You call me a bitch like it's a bad thing.”​

✶BASICS✶​

Name:

Cameron Michelle Eastwood​

└ Cam; The only person who calls Cameron by her full name is her mother. To everyone else, she is simply Cam.​

Gender:

Female​

Sexuality:

Bisexual​

Alias/mutant name:

Shintsha​

└ Means "change" in Zulu​

└ Zulu is one of the official languages of South Africa​

Age:

Eighteen​

School Year/Teacher?

First Year​

✶APPEARANCE✶

Hair Color:

Jet Black​

Eye Color:

Chocolate Brown​

Height:

5 feet, 7 inches​

Weight:

162 lbs​

Body Type:

Curvy | Athletic​

At first glance, Cam appears to be cold and calculating, her expression always one that leads people to believe this. Her strong case of "resting bitch face" gives her a somewhat unfriendly air, though she doesn't mind that it puts people off. She is a curvy black woman, standing at five feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at a little over one hundred sixtypounds. Her skin is beautifully dark, darker than any glancing touch of the sun could ever produce. Brown, thick locks of hair cascade down her back and curls around her youthful face. You'll usually see her with her hair straightened, however, as it is easier to manage. She has a prominent nose and full lips that always look poised to speak something important. But her most compelling feature is her piercing brown eyes that can change from affection to aversion without notice.

Cameron carries herself elegantly with good posture, long confident strides, and her head held high. Due to this and her love of high heels, she often looks taller than she really is. Speckling her nose are freckles that are slightly darker than her skin, though she'll usually cover these freckles, as well as any other blemishes, with a thin layer of concealer and foundation. When smiling, you can see that she has two rows of perfectly white teeth, a slight overbite present. The young woman has her belly button pierced, as well as her nose and ear lobes. She also has three tattoos on her arm and thigh, all of which she got recently on her seventeenth birthday.

✶PERSONALITY✶​

Personality:

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If anyone who doesn't know Cameron that well would have to describe the young woman in one word, the first that pops into their mind is "bitch," and the second, "fierce." Though being a pretty face, Cameron has a reputation for not being the friendliest girl on the block, therefore making it very challenging to befriend her. Though keeping to herself most of the time, when the young woman does open her mouth it is either to correct or insult someone, or to make a sarcastic remark. She's very blunt and straightforward, and doesn't hesitate to put someone in their place. Her introverted nature makes her seem a bit stand-offish and cold, and the amount of time she spends looking in the mirror leads others to believe that she is conceited.​

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Cam's intelligence is mostly based on her determination to succeed; all throughout grade school, Cameron has studied more than the average student in order to "stay ahead of the game," as she likes to say. She's very articulate and observant, tending to notice things about people that they may not even be consciously aware of themselves. With the aid of her eloquence, Cameron is very manipulative, like her mother, and finds joy in getting others to do as she pleases. Another trait she inherited from her mother is her love for the finer things such as flashy jewelry and expensive shoes. As a result, she is a bit of a kleptomaniac and takes things without thinking. This has also led to her getting into a bit of trouble with the law in the past. She is also a bit of an instigator. Being the observant and manipulative young woman she is, she has become very good at hearing things that she probably shouldn't and spreading them around without drawing any attention to herself.​

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Despite all of her shortcomings, Cam is extremely dependable and protective. If she says that she is going to do something, she will do everything in her power to follow through. Despite her resting bitch face, when she's with her friends, she is rarely seen without a goofy grin on her face. She can be described as the bright ray of sunshine in a group, always trying her best to make others happy whether it be by giving them authentic compliments or cracking jokes. Many of her friends also describe her as adventurous and spontaneous; she's usually the one trying to get people to step out of their comfort zones and try something new. Though seeming to not care about much, Cameron would go to Hell and back for the people that she loves, even though she has an odd way of showing it. Underneath the multiple layers of sarcasm and bitchiness lays a warm heart and a kind soul.​

Likes:
└ Clothing | Shoes (Heels, especially)
└ Late Nights | She's a night owl.
└ Playing sports (Basketball, mainly)
└ Watching early morning cartoons while eating a large bowl of cereal

Dislikes:
└ Racism, Bigotry, Homophobia, etcetera.
└ Cold weather
└ Greasy foods ("Pizza is disgusting.")
└ Authority

Fears:
└ Large bodies of water
└ Oblivion
└ Any large insects, especially those that fly.


✶BIOGRAPHY✶

Biography:

Cameron Eastwood was born on Christmas eve as the sole daughter of Rachelle Eastwood, an ordinary single mother who worked as a lounge singer until she finally met her prince charming, Michael Brown, after one of her performances. Despite his arrogant attitude and inflated ego, Michael had a great job and a steady income, which was more than enough for Rachelle to pursue the younger man. Rachelle had always had a love for the finer things such as flashy jewelry and expensive clothing, so it's safe to say that she loved Michael's money more than she loved him. The couple hit it off almost instantly, tying the knot after only six months of dating. The pair had been married for eight months before Rachelle got pregnant. Michael knew that he wasn't ready for another child—he'd already had three children with two other women—but decided to go along with it right up until Cameron was six months old, when he packed his things and left the mother and daughter alone.

Eager for a fresh start, Rachelle packed up their things and relocated to Brooklyn, New York when Cameron was less than one year old. There, they resided in a small, two bedroom apartment in Brownsville. Although her family wasn't the most fortunate, Cameron's mother tried her hardest to

give her child a normal life. She landed a job as a bar singer, bringing in just enough money to keep the rent paid and food on the table. Cameron's mother, unable to fully adjust to living without a wealthy husband, began to spend more than they could afford. Soon, their small apartment would be filled with expensive decor and mounds of beautiful clothing, all while the lights and cable would be shut off. It eventually got to the point where a thirteen year old Cameron had to sell a lot of her own items, most of which were bought on a whim by her mother, in order to get the rent paid on time so that they wouldn't lose their home. Even as Cameron grew older, her mother's spending habits never slowed down. Every time she brought the subject up to her mother, it'd end in a huge fight, ultimately resulting in Cam being punished.

Cameron first began to notice her abilities when she was sixteen years old; she was at a local boutique returning items that her mother had bought when she suddenly shifted into the store owner. She didn't realize she'd changed until one of the employees handed her the key to the cash register. Without thinking, Cameron filled a bag with money, clothes, and shoes before running back home. Later, she would sell these clothes for a cheaper price and make enough money to keep her family afloat. She has been doing the same routine over the last couple of years, hitting up different locally owned shops and willing herself to take form of an employee or store owner. Cam's mother didn't find out about her daughter's side hustle until Cameron turned eighteen years old. Appalled and frightened of her kid's behavior, Rachelle immediately decided to send her daughter away to the St. Thomas school.

Power/skills/abilities:

Shapeshifting | Biomorphing: Cameron can shift her form, transforming and reshaping herself potentially down to her genetic and cellular structure. She can impersonate others or enhance her own body for combat, either by turning into animals, other humans, or by making her body stronger. She'll sometimes shift into other forms when angry or under extreme emotional distress, but cannot control who or what it is that she shifts to.​

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└ Weaknesses; Can only turn into living things.​

Cannot turn into anything inorganic​

Cannot control her shifting as of yet.​

✶WRITING SAMPLE✶​

Spoiler: Excerpt from "The Mundane"

SOMETIMES CAMERON WISHED THAT SHE DIDN'T HAVE A PSYCHIATRIST FOR AN AUNTIE, that whenever something "traumatic" or "damaging" happened to her, she wouldn't have to sit in her mother's best friend's home office acting as though she were one of her patients. To tell the truth, she didn't want to answer questions like "how did that make you feel?" or "what made you do that?" She wanted to lay in her bed with the covers pulled over her head. She wanted to put in her earbuds and drown out the rest of the world with music. She wanted to forget about the stupid Barracuda Virus and losing one of her closest friends. But there she was, laying down in the uncomfortable reclining chair at nearly two o'clock in the afternoon because, instead of going out to celebrate the passing of the virus like every other teenager in the area, she was stuck reliving the experience.

Cam laid with her arms crossed over her stomach and her eyes closed, thinking that maybe if she pretended to fall asleep, her aunt Debra wouldn't barrage her with questions. She was almost sure that she was successful until she heard her aunt clear her throat and flip a page in her notepad. She was ready. "With all that you've experienced over the past few weeks, it all must have been very traumatic," Debra said, and Cam couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes. Of course it was traumatic. It wasn't everyday that you saw a dead body in a high school bathroom. It wasn't everyday that everyone in the city caught some fatal, incurable virus. It wasn't everyday that you lost your best friend. Still, Cameron shrugged her shoulders to show that she wasn't ignoring her, and Debra scribbled a few words in her notepad. "Maybe you can start at the beginning. Tell me everything that happened."

Another eye-roll.

The room remained silent for a few minutes before Cameron finally spoke. She knew that she wasn't going to get out of the uncomfortable position until she started to talk. "I was supposed to have a test in calculus that day," she said, shutting her eyes once more, "I actually studied for it a few weeks ago, you know. I never study, but I needed to get my grade up or else I wouldn't have been able to exempt my midterm exams."

"Cameron," her mother said from the opposite side of the room, but she kept going.

"I studied. I made flashcards. I memorized all of those equations only to be sent home right before we were supposed to take the test. Ain't that some bullshit?" Her eyes suddenly popped open and she glanced in her mother's direction. She had never said a curse word in front of any of her family members, even though they were aware that she had the mouth of a sailor. This was mostly out of respect; that and the fact that if she had said a bad word any other day, her mother would've slapped her silly. However, her mother looked unfazed by her foul language, so she closed her eyes again and continued. "If I would've known I was gonna end up skipping the test, I would have just stayed home. I could have gone to the mall or something, maybe even start some early Summer clothes shopping. But I did go to school that day, and I found a dead girl in the bathroom."

"How do you feel now?" Debra asked, and she scoffed.

"I really wish I could have taken that test."

Cameron answered the rest of her aunt's questions until her notepad was full with notes and scribbles. She couldn't help but wonder what Debra wrote down on the page, because not much she said seemed to be of any importance. She didn't give direct answers, so maybe that's what she wrote. Maybe she wrote that she was still in shock, which wouldn't be completely inaccurate.

She told Cameron that she was free to go when the clock struck three, so she gathered her things and headed out of the front doors and straight to the subway station. She didn't bother to wait for her mother. For the past week, the two had been practically glued at the hip, so she was eager to finally spend some time alone now that she'd gotten over the virus. All over the city people were finally mustering up the courage to step foot out into the world; shops and restaurants had reopened, school was due to open in another few weeks, and the subway was just as packed as it was the day before shit went down. Cameron sat in an empty seat on the subway, watching with a mixture of fascination and disgust as the older man sitting across from her picked at a scab on his elbow.

The first place Cameron went to after she got off the train was Grimaldi’s, ready to return to work. The pizza shop had been open for a little over two weeks, but Mr. Moretti had insisted on Cam staying home for another week to be sure that she'd gotten over the virus. Of course, she understood. That didn't mean that she had looked forward to another week of being her mother's patient. "buon pomeriggio," Cameron called to the Italian man as she walked through the front doors, "guess who's virus free?"

Mr. Moretti simply laughed at Cameron's pronunciation of the Italian greeting and tossed an apron her way. She caught it with ease, pulling off her jacket and tying the apron around her waist as she headed towards the back to wash her hands. "Ben tornato," the man said, "welcome back." Cameron got back to work immediately; she hadn't realized just how much she'd missed making pizzas in the sultry little pizzeria. Pretty soon, she was back in her usual groove. She'd forgotten all about the stupid Barracuda Virus and the toll it had taken. That is, until the bell above the entrance door rang, signaling a new customer.

"We'll be right with you," Cam yelled from the back, quickly wiping the flour from her hands and grabbing a fresh pad and pen. She hurried out of the kitchen and to the front counter, but nearly screamed when she saw who was waiting for her.

She looked the same exact same as the last time Cameron saw her: freshly done makeup, neatly braided hair, and a bright orange blouse that complemented her dark complexion. Zoya Williams leaned against the counter, her chin resting in the palm of her hand and her usual, cheeky grin plastered on her face. In her empty hand was a crumpled ten dollar bill, ready to be spent on her usual slice of Brooklyn Bridge pizza. Was Cameron finally losing her mind? Maybe this was the final stage of the virus. Insanity. Nonetheless, Cameron approached the counter with caution, blinking hard to be sure that her eyes were not deceiving her. Zoya laughed her silvery laugh at the young woman's facial expression, and Cam nearly fainted. "You're not supposed to be here," Cameron said as her best friend continued to laugh.

"Now, is that the proper way to greet your best friend?" Zo said with one last giggle.

"You're dead."

"Obviously not, if I'm standing right in front of you." Zo retorted. Cameron shook her head in disbelief, placing the empty pad and pen down on the counter before turning to grab her purse from the nearby table. She was officially losing her mind, and she needed to get away. "Where do you think you're going? I haven't ordered my pizza yet, Cammy," Zo said, and Cameron couldn't help but shiver at the sound of the old nickname. Still, she didn't turn back to face the other girl, instead focusing on putting on her jacket. "You can't ignore me forever, Cammy," Zoya said, but Cameron still would not face her.

"Please, just go away." Cameron said, raising her voice an octave and shutting her eyes, "I don't need this, Jesus. Not today." Cameron's eyes were shut for what seemed like forever before a familiar deep voice pulled her back to reality.

"Cosa sta succedendo," Mr. Moretti said as he came from the kitchen, "what's going on? Is everything alright, Cam? Your shift isn't over for another couple of hours." The young woman slowly reopened her eyes, taking a deep breath before turning back to the counter.

Zoya was gone.

✶RELATIONSHIPS✶

N/A

"im weird. i know. i get it a lot."

Spoiler

Basics
Name: Mun Jae-min
Nickname: Jae
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Alias/mutant name: Scout
Age: 17
School Year: 1st

Appearance
Hair Color: Dark Brown (Dyes it a lot)
Eye Color: Black
Height: 5'3
Weight: 100lbs
Body Type: Thin with Slight Muscular Definition
Clothing: Oversized Hoodies, Jeans and No Shoes

Personality
Personality:
Jae is a pretty sociable person. He likes being around people as he wasn't when he was younger. He is highly intelligent and adaptable to new situations unlike others in his family. He isn't that artistic preferring a puzzle over a painting but does play piano often to calm him when stressed. He has a bad temper and a save everyone apart from himself complex that often leaves him in immense trouble and concerned looks. He tries to fix this but nothing has changed him.
Likes: Night Time, Cookies, Heights,
Dislikes: Clowns, Idiocy, Contact Lens
Fears: Loneliness, Disappearing, Societal Pressures

Biography
Biography:
Jae was born in a small Korean town with happily married parents. They moved to America after his father gained a better job opportunity. He was homeschooled by his highly intelligent family and taught to pursue what he wanted to do. From a young age all he wanted was to be a superhero and help all he could no matter what. He was taught by his father to play piano from ten years old. He soon loved it and soon began to sing to himself as he did so. He was never confident enough to sing to someone but always happy to play piano. At 16 he helped save a bunch of people from a burning building. Many burned feathers and a hospital visit later left him with a hero title, a newspaper article and a possible scholarship to St Thomas'. He was estatic. He just needed to heal up a bit more and off to school he was going to go.

Power/skills/abilities:
He is a bird person. They tend to be rare but are known of. He is an owl breed and often needs to use glasses in order for his eyesight to be that of a human's. They are too powerful. He can do the neck rotate thing but he chooses not to as to not freak people out. He can fly many high and long distances with minimal breaks using his long wings but he likes to take breaks. His feet act much like talons but still regain many features of human feet.
Weaknesses:
He is still human despite his extra abilities. He can still die and be easily wounded. Also his want to save everyone has put him in danger many times so his personality alone is a threat to him and others.

Writing Sample
No gangs. At least his Dad hadn't gotten him pulled into something again. The last time that happened he ended up with a busted nose, fractured rib and broken wrist. It was around that time when he decided to stop going to school so this guy didn't know much about his past and he hadn't followed him for long enough. He spoke with a certain sharpness to his voice, "I take online courses. My Dad is a character and I don't like having to recieve critisism for the things he has done or said." Showing that his father meant nothing to him would be the only way he was getting out of this. It would only be a matter of time before he'd realise this.

As for the blood, he barely flinched. He was an actor, plus he had broken things before; it didn't scare him. It didn't even put him off food but if crime shows taught him anything was that you never take things from a criminal. "I'll pass," he said, "Don't really wanna end up drugged with something." He continued along the last line of dialogue, "You don't know me. I might've. I used to love pissing off my Dad. Late nights, bringing a girl home who I wouldn't even end up sleeping with because gross, not coming home at all, being friends with people of non-White decent, that one time Bryan and Kiki decided to smoke weed in my room. That one was particularly funny. He went mental." He smiled at the memory. "Just saying if you explained it in a way that involved me screwing with my Dad's head a year ago then I wouldn't care what I was doing."

Notable Relationships: Will be added to.

Basics
Name: Callista "Callie" Esmeralda Remeau
Gender: F
Sexuality: Questioning
Alias/mutant name: Songbird
Age: 17
School Year/Teacher?
Year 1

Appearance
Hair Color: Dyed purple. Her eyebrows are mostly tinted the same color via cosmetics, but there are still some hints of her natural hair color, black.
Eye Color: Hazel, but a little bit more on the green side.
Height: 5 feet, 6 inches
Weight: 147
Body Type: Pear (So basically kinda large-hipped)

Personality
Personality (paragraph form please): Callista is a rough person to get to know. She takes a lot of things personally including rejections. But once you figure out what to discuss with her, she comes off as loud. She's often cracking jokes and laughing. Always up for a meet-up at the local milkshake shop, and clearly shows that she loves her friends. She often considers peoples feelings above her own however, and often hides how other people affect her. That was what she was like before she came to the school. Now she's quiet and jumpy, and seems to always have her head down. She doesn't talk about her old friends. Perhaps someone with the right words could coax her out of this phase.

Likes (3+): French fries, Music, Guinea Pigs, Milkshakes, The Beach
Dislikes (3+): Teachers who tell her to take her earbuds out, Flat Soda, the color Indigo
Fears (3+): Rodents, Silence, People with electricty powers

Biography
Biography (paragraph form please):
Callista used to live in a medium sized city and had a group of friends, an accident happens at her school involving a chemical experiment and she and some others end up with powers. After this accident, some "superheros" start popping up. They only pop up occasionally however, to avoid being caught by the government and their parents. Callie doesn't jump on this trend because she thinks it's dangerous. However, she happens to have a crush on a specific person, her best friend, Herb. They've been close since they were small. She confesses to him and he rejects her because he wasn't all that interested in her, and besides, he's gay. Out of heartbreak and frustration, she dons the mask of a villain and causes chaos up until she gets cornered by two of the heroes. One of the heroes unmasks himself, revealing to that he was Herb all along , serving justice with his powers, the other hero happening to be a close friend of both of them, Jerald. Herb convinces her to chill and that how she reacted wasn't appropriate. People are talking about Callie's villain alias though, and it's humiliating her to death. Out of embarrassment because of this and the utter discomfort of how things are awkward with her best friend, she decides that she can't take it anymore. She turns herself in, revealing she has powers. This is why she ends up at the school.

Power/skills/abilities: Able to utilize sound--specifically music-- in various ways
Weaknesses: The physics of sound; because sound waves bounce it can turn the tides on certain attacks, water is an obstacle, etc.

Writing Sample
Just steal one from an old rp you've done.

(Because I don't have any old rp stuff that doesn't misrepresent my writing skill, I'll write something about one of my other characters)

A single leaf in the wind, gently fluttering in the branches of a safe tree. A happy picture, a beautiful patch of shade for a summer picnic. Then there was fire, eating it all away, destroying what had been. Suddenly, a leaf is in the wind, traveling among hostile bugs and grime. Bite by bite the leaf loses precious things, and soon it is but a scrap on cold ground. So the wind carried it to a hopeless place. Clutched between branches of a withering tree, it was a twisted color of safety. But all was not well as the leaf began to wither, and soon it was barely the green leaf it had been.

But there was no leaf, it was a girl. A girl who had lost so much to a fire, then had all that was left taken away by the bugs of the government. There was no withering tree, only a rough batch on the streets. No withering, but only the laughter of a child who had lost her mind and turned to insanity.

Notable Relationships
Any relationships notable to your story?

Her best friend, Herb, and the rest of her old friends.

You guys are all accepted! Well done. Very creative with your sheets! I do ask that those without a face character please add one. I like visuals.

 

[Not An Alien]

All I habe are these cartoony-ass drawings of mine. I'll have trouble finding realistic faceclaims, but if western-style cartoon is ok with you-
It's not exactly "anime" I don't think

 

[im jess saying]

All I habe are these cartoony-ass drawings of mine. I'll have trouble finding realistic faceclaims, but if western-style cartoon is ok with you-
It's not exactly "anime" I don't think

Yes I'm cool with western style.

 

[Not An Alien]

Sweet, I'll add a picture-

 

[Not An Alien]

Shit I'm bad at editing-
I attached like seven files

 

[ColoredSparkler]

I added one!

 

[August]

Ryuu (AI) Amara
First Year


Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Alias/mutant name:
AI
Age:
16
Appearance
AI's Appearance fluctuates from his main self to a female version of himself. No matter how much he alter's himself, both versions of himself have a small slit on the lower back of his head and is always wearing a strange looking locket. The locket is actually just a USB drive that he can turn around and plug into the back of his head. 90% of the time Ryuu doesn't have hands, and it may be possible that his unaltered self has had his hands amputated at some point but it isn't quite clear yet since he brushes over the details. One of his favorite tricks to do are to digital make hands on himself, then cut them off in front of people to spook them.
Ryuu has a small gap in between his front upper teeth, and light pixel freckles that are a light blue when he is powered up.
Hair Color: Blue / Grey
Eye Color: Blue / Blue
Height:
Recorded to be 5'0 when powered down
Weight:
Recorded to be 115 lb when powered down
Body Type:
Small and still retains some of their baby fat.

Personality
Ryuu grew up in the most unusual of environments, and because of he can appear as weird even among mutants. He doesn't understand struggles, or how harsh reality can be since he was raised in a mostly sheltered environment. All Ryuu understands is having fun, and exploring all of the unknowns in the world. He is blunt, but never to be harsh, simply because he doesn't know how to communicate to those outside of his personal bubble. Ryuu finds himself so caught up in the moment of things, that he fails to pick up on social cues and negative emotions which can often lead to trouble for those around him.
Since he doesn't understand what it is like to have serious problems, he isn't really the type to try to comfort others. When people start crying around him, it makes him feel uncomfortable and finds that it just brings down the mood. So he does everything he can to try to cheer them up through means of ignoring the issue all together because if he doesn't know how to fix it he puts a rug over it. One of the things he does understand well is how stubborn he can be, and even if it isn't the best trait he seems to take pride in how stubborn he can be over the littlest of things.
Currently Ryuu is still growing as a person, experiencing life outside of his comfort zone for the first time. He is still trying to figure things out for himself.

Likes:
Anything mutant related , Hot chocolate , Hype Music , cold weather , and sweaters
Dislikes:
Rats , Sad plot lines , shoes , hot weather , hands(?)
Fears:
Sick people / Germs , hot weather , and not being exciting

Biography
Ryuu never grew up in a normal setting. Ryuu was the love child of two scientists researching the mutant gene that was released, and when they had a child of their own they tested Ryuu's DNA right away. Although this isn't the most normal way to be raised, Ryuu had no complaints and this is what he considered home. He had a family that extended from his parents to the rest of the researchers, and received all the attention he could have wanted. The only problem he had growing up is what happens if the mutant gene is active, and it does act up. Other than, he lived a pretty wholesome life for a kid who mostly spent his time wandering a lab and even though he already knew he had the gene, it wasn't actively noted until recently.
Around the time he was 13 and he was almost cleared of his mutant status, the gene seemingly inactive inside of him his powers had finally sparked to life. After some basic testing to figure out how it worked, keeping their promise to the government Ryuu was sent to St. Thomas. As hard as it was to say goodbye to everyone, Ryuu was excited to mingle with his own peers.
Power/skills/abilities:
Digital Materialization - If he has the code on hand, Ryuu is able to materialize an object into the physical world. This only works if he has a basic understanding of the data he is trying to materialize, and in most cases he doesn't so it only works if he has something on hand. He does have a preset of items he can materialize that he keeps in small USB drives that he can plug into himself as some sort of cheat sheet. Currently he is unable to materialize food flavors and living beings.
Weaknesses:
Electricity - Since his powers realize on being able to materialize data he has on hand, electric shocks can fizzle it out completely if not shut him down. Minor shocks are a good way to stop him from playing around too much with his powers.
Water - Currently Ryuu's powers are not waterproof, and if he is underwater his creations glitch out (depending on what it is, it can even electrify the water for a bit). Splashing water on anything that Ryuu materializes will fizzle it out of existence . . . This includes the digital hangs Ryuu occasionally makes for himself.
Writing Sample

Spoiler: The Beginning of a New

This is one of the many reasons why he would always return to her. Her warm embrace that made the void inside of him shrivel up a little as her presence engulfed him. If it wasn't for the situation at hand, he would have gratefully nuzzled against her bosom. When she had first asked him about the status at home, he couldn't find the words to answer her right away. Could she handle hearing his report? Without having to be told anything, Ottos could tell she was past her tripping point and was just barely hanging in there. Straining his piggy neck to see her face, the blood still dripping from her cheek. For a moment, Ottos wondered briefly if it was just normal for friendships to be this straining at times, or if it was just something that came with being one of the 14. Regardless of the answer, he knew deep down that no matter how much trouble she gave him, their friendship would never lose flavor . . . Even if she put it on him to be the bearer of bad news.
Lowering his piggy head as she started to scratch his ears, hearing her pleading words spoiled the sensation slightly . . . Just slightly, it was still his favorite spot to be scratched in this form.
"Things are looking as good as a table is going to look if Wraith stubbed his toe on it . . ." Begrudgingly he pulled away from her petting so he could face her more, lowering his voice in his attempt to keep the matter between the two of them. "They've got the dragons all worked up now, and I don't think I need to elaborate on the level of havoc that is causing."
Ottos knew how much she already had on her plate, and he hated that he didn't have anything good to report on. If only his report could have been about the problem having a change and baking cupcakes for all of Zodia instead . . . Mmm, cupcakes were a good comfort food, perhaps a basket full of cupcakes for him to eat would make her feel better--Shaking those thoughts from his head, he shuffled on his stubby feet for a moment before laying down comfortably. A part of him wanted to change into a more humanoid form so he could hold her instead of being held, but he knew from experience that unless they started to serve a buffet for him that it was safer to remain in this form.
"Finish this," He began with a sigh, "while the situation is admittedly starting to deteriorate, there is still time for you to ensure that Zodia doesn't have to deal with this silly thing here." The silly thing he was referring to was the war of course. If Serena wasn't an important player in this, he would have insisted she just focus on Zodia, but because Wraith and Pride had to throw a fit over her, she was forced to take part in the meeting. Even if he thought little of the whole thing, he couldn't ignore the devastating effects the Great War had, and he knew that if this peace meeting failed that Zodia would struggle against two threats at once.

Context of post - My character (Ottos) is one of the 14 (Sins + Virtues), and has taken on his lil pig form. He is the sin of Gluttony and is currently reporting the situation in Zodia to his dear friend Lust (Serena) who is the queen of that kingdom.

Notable Relationships
William Amara - Ryuu's father. An interesting fact about his father is that he took his wife's last name for the family.
Haruka Amara - Ryuu's mother, one of the lead scientists at the lab his parents worked at.
Albert Moore - A close friend of the family that worked under his mother with his father. Albert is considered to be Ryuu's first official friend, and during breaks the two would play games together.​

 

[WhipDing]

Basics
Name: Dan Ryder
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Alias/mutant name: Speck
Age: 19
School Year: First

Appearance
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5mm (1/5 of an inch)
Weight: Negligible
Body Type: Thin, but well-defined

Personality
Personality: Dan's most defining trait is his curiosity, something that has only been amplified by his ability. He's the first to seek out new places to explore (no matter how mundane) and as such is often the first to get into trouble. He does care about other people, but having literally lived in their shadows for so long, he often finds it difficult to truly connect with others, and to actually find ways to interact.
Likes: Small Spaces, Exploring, Warmth
Dislikes: Bare Feet, Unobservant People, Wide Open Spaces
Fears: Spiders, Being Forgotten, Heights

Biography
Biography: Dan was born to a reasonably well-off family, the youngest child of a pair of typical middle-class parents. His upbringing was relatively normal and uneventful, being educated much like any other teenager would have, although he lived slightly in the shadow of his older siblings. However, his abilities activated at the age of 16 while on a school trip, and he soon found himself lost in a world that was much, much larger than he was. As such, he views the world and the people in it in a very different light, finding it difficult to see himself as part of humanity. He has tried to reintegrate into society in the past, but often returned to his scavenger lifestyle. He had since enrolled himself in the school, in an attempt to be somewhat normal once again.
Power/skills/abilities: Dan has the ability to shrink his body down to incredibly small sizes. As it turns out, this change is permanent, and cannot be reversed, and as such he is currently stuck at half a centimeter tall. He could probably make himself even smaller, but, well, why would he?
Weaknesses: He is as physically weak and fragile as you'd expect, leaving him incredibly vulnerable pretty much all the time.

Writing Sample

Spoiler

David propped himself up against the wall in a corner of the room. It was cold to touch, but unlike metal, it didn't warm up particularly quickly. Instead, it seemed to be draining the heat from his body, cooling almost as fast as his back warmed it. Normally, this would be unpleasant, borderline uncomfortable, but today it felt refreshing and numbing. In a room packed full of people, he was suffocating, stifled by the body heat of the hundreds. What a nightmare.

He brushed a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes, back into the dark bush that seemed to be simply resting on his head. Allowing himself to sink down slightly into the oversized t-shirt that was practically draped over his body, he sighed. The sigh, although fairly loud, was lost in the low-level chatter that perpetrated room. Ugh. He knew, logically, that being here was a lot better than the alternative, that they were the lucky ones, but that didn't really make him feel any better.

The lights above were bright enough to temporarily blind him if he looked up at them, leaving dark splotches in his vision for a minute or two. He knew that from experience. Didn't stop him doing it anyway, though. There really wasn't much else to do - he'd already eaten the cereal bar he'd been carrying in his pocket, and his phone was long dead. Not that it would even work down here.

The room was still a chaotic mess. Some people were staying put, others were frantically wandering around, but none of them were really doing anything. No-one knew what to do, and David didn't blame them - how could anyone know what to do about all this? Most were still in a state of shock, trying desperately to process the idea that life was never, ever going to be the same. Everything they had experienced, worked for, meant nothing in here. It might take a while before anyone took charge. But someone would eventually - that's just human nature.

It was just a matter of waiting.

Notable Relationships
None.

 

[FoolsErin]

I added a picture. It's a drawing still, but I don't consider it anime so it should be good.

 

[FoolsErin]

Are we still doing this? Is this cancelled? Hello?

 

[Not An Alien]

Idk. I don't think it is, anyways.

 

[WhipDing]

im jess saying

 

[ColoredSparkler]

Yea... What happened??

 

[FoolsErin]

If you're caught up with other things you should at least tell us.

 

[MoxxyMoxx]

I just checked her account and she was active today and has been commenting on other threads. She doesn't seem busy enough to simply not reply.