Realistic or Modern Winslow Academy for the Gifted

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CS Reqs

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Females

1. Lilith Winslow

2. Jade Queen


3. Roxanne Reed


4. Chonsie Benedict


5. Katherine Standford


6. Elora Lovelace


7. Myra Healy


8. Albany Chang


9. Lani Arnold

Non-binary students

1. Marilyn Thatcher (agender, she/her pronouns)

2. Lilou Maeveen (genderfluid, she/her pronouns)

 

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Lilith James Winslow

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ask me if i care Lilith

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nightmares are

Likes:


+Bright spaces (extra shadows)


+Getting what she wants


+Tall boys


+Being bad


Dislikes:


-Bigots


-Overly emotional people


-Being underestimated


-Her family


Strengths:


+Excellent with most aspects of her powers


+Apathetic towards human life


+Very intelligent


Weaknesses:


-Impulsive


-Has violent tendencies


-Gets into trouble a lot


-Her emotions can mess with her powers
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made of

Lilith is one of the Winslows, a long line of powerful mutants and owners of Winslow Manor. She's not particularly fond of her family. Her mother was killed when Lilith was only seven years old. The Winslows refused to tell her anything, so Lilith grew apart from them. She felt betrayed by her own family. She's never been a fan of secrets, especially secrets pertaining to her own mother.

She disappeared for a couple of years when her grandfather turned down her father's request to have her enrolled in the school. She simply left a note on the counter and took a few clothes with her. Surprisingly, no one looked for her. She doesn't talk much about those two years, but she came back different. More hostile. Her grandfather demanded her enrollment this time, as a way to keep an eye on her.


During the two years she was gone, Lilith turned into someone her family wouldn't even recognize. She never stayed in one place for long, working as a mercenary to pay for her hotels. Lilith saw and caused a lot of death, but she only took jobs that she felt deserved the punishment. Most of her targets aren't missed by anyone, except, maybe the people they owed money.

literally don't talk Lilith

 

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Kynnon Maxwell Everett

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please stop Kynnon

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and you'll

Likes:


+Parties


+His powers


+Girls


Dislikes:


-All of his family members


-Not getting what he wants


-People thinking he's just a party boy


Strengths:


+Physically strong


+Ambitious


+Has a good handle on a lot of his powers


Weaknesses:


-Isn't sure how vast/strong his powers are


-Impulsive


-An emotional roller coaster[/center]

free your soul

Kynnon grew up in a rich family, and was rather spoiled but neglected. He rarely saw his parents, and his siblings were clearly favored over him. He's the middle child of three, with an older brother and young sister. The boy was incredibly wild in his teen years. When his powers first kicked in it was with telepathy. He heard every thought within a mile radius, while at school. He screamed for hours, and broke many things due to telekinesis.

His parents had him admitted to an asylum, which made things worse for him. He was seventeen when he was admitted. Slowly he learned to shut it off. His parents basically left him there to rot, but on his eighteenth birthday, he checked himself out. He backpacked through Europe after hearing a rumor of a monk that could help him. He found the monk and studied under him for two years before coming back to the states and finding himself in New York.


Once there he bought the night club Pandemonium and that's where he spends most of his time. He often uses his powers for ill means, but is by no means a villain. He has no need, his parents gave him a large sum of money to keep the asylum a secret once his father started running for House of Representatives. Though, he also makes plenty of money on his own. He heard about the school and applied, hoping to learn to master the rest of his powers.

ugh Kynnon

 

[lostviolence]

||Name||

Jade Phoenix Queen


||Age||


Turning 17 the day she goes to the academy


(Will Update once I find out the date)


||Guardian||

Robert Thomas




||Gender||


Cisgender Female


"Do you need help or you that retarded?"


||Sexuality||


Heteromanic


"Sorry girls. You just aren't attractive enough."


||Powers||

Fire Manipulation

Fire Immunity

Fire Generation




||Physical description||


Jade is a petite looking girl with a scary look and aura about her. Standing at 5'7'' and weighing 130lbs of pure muscle Jade is a seductive looking girl. Her body frame is more angular than curvy with long arms and legs. Originally having brown hair, Jade has flaming red hair that slowly turns orange at the tips and cascading to her elbows. Her brown slender eyes can read any body/emotion language and they have the power to either cause fear or happiness by just one look. With her outfits, Jade avoids all things girly. Sticking to her color palette of dark and red colors, Jade is has an grunge look about her. Graphic tees and jeans are all her thing but dressing up she will avoid at all cost.


||Closet||

Jade's Closet

||Likes||


Summer


Grunge Outfits


Rock Music (AC/DC | Rolling Stones etc.)


Fire


||Dislikes||


Winter


Girly Outfits


Arianna Grande


Water

||Strengths||


Can withstand up to 134 F°


Her skin cannot not be burnt.


She can some control of her emotions


||Weaknesses||


Can't withstand 30 F°


She can't swim


She has anger issues


||Tattoos/Scars||


Tattoos: left arm - right arm - back - right ankle


And multiple scars and bruises from her father.

||Theme song||




||Biography||


To Be Revealed

||Writing Sample||


3 years ago...


"Miss Queen. Your father, Alex Charles Queen is currently being trialed for murder and assault towards you and others." Robert said blandly, sitting across from Jade in a blank room with a fold up table and two plastic chair facing each other, on the table was a vanilla candle. Jade had a blank look on her face, yet her arms her crossed. Jade had heard this too many times. What he father has done was bad but she didn't give two fucks about that man. He killed her mother and older brother while drunk. He didn't kill Jade, he just abused her. "Miss. Queen? Miss. Queen?" Robert asked. Jade looked up, her face still blank but her index finger playing with her long flame like hair. "Huh?" Jade muttered, shuffling up to sit properly. Robert sighed and fiddled with his fingers. "You are going to live with your Aunt Robyn. She in Brooklyn but we are going to fly you there tomorrow' Robert repeated. Jade stood up angrily. "No." She growled. Robert stood up calmly and looked at Jade. "Jade, your father is unable to take care of you anymore and she was the only one to volunteer." Robert said smoothly. The vanilla candle's flame began to flicker and grow.


"No fucking way. I'm not going to live with this 'mysterious' Aunt Robyn who I don't fucking know!" Jade shrieked, her eyes turning red like a flame. Robert signaled the security guard to leave and ordered Jade to sit down. Jade sighed and sat down. Robert leaned forward and whispered to Jade. "We won't send you to your Aunt Robyn unless you go to this school for your 'ability'. I'll pretend to be your guardian for you, if you go of course." Robert offered. Jade's eyes widen. How did he figure it out? Robert clicked his finger and a small tornado formed on his finger. Jade just nodded then left. "Fuck you Robert." Jade muttered, grabbing her bag and walked towards the exit. Robert stood up and fixed his tie. "See you soon Jade."

||Relationship||

TBD

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Coded by:

@lostviolence


Played by: @lostviolence
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[SyncopatedRhythm]

Tavor Brennan

• Physical
• Personality
• Bio
• Extra

• 
  
  
  
  Name: Tavor Brennan
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexual and romantic orientation: Pansexual
  
  
  Physical description: Tavor is quite tall and lean, not overly muscled. He has cold gray eyes like stormy oceans that speak of pain and dark brown-black, curled hair that just covers his ears. He stands at about 6'1" and is very slender, giving him a somewhat graceful and flowing look.
  
  
  Power: Hydrokinesis (he has the ability to control water in its various forms)
• 
  
  
  Likes: Water and most things to do with it, quieter people, dark humour, intelligence, impossible things
  
  
  Dislikes: A lot of noise, douchebags, those who take offense too easily, bullies, people who tell him he can't do something. Too much happiness in one place at once.
  
  
  Strengths: Tavor is always willing to believe in the impossible, and will go to lengths to prove something as being otherwise. He is intelligent and quick-witted, often the first to come out with a silver-tongued remark. Tavor is equally quite talented with his ability with water, he is a talented swimmer and you can often find him in the corridors, just playing with water, sculpting it in his hand, absorbed by it.
  
  
  Weaknesses: He is very easily frustrated, although calm most of the time, he does tend to have massive mood swings every so often, which often lead to some form of violence or other. Equally he has a very dark sense of humour, and isn't entirely sure of when to employ it and when to not. People very often tend to shy away from him, as he seems to emanate a feeling of sadness and coldness, very often distant with most people.
• 
  
  
  Biography: Tavor had quite an unfortunate childhood, shunned by his parents from a young age for his 'strangeness'. His stand-offish personality and bizarre behaviour all led to him not having very many friends throughout his life. His parents, of course, were aware of everything behind the scenes, his abilities with water. And they labelled him a freak for it. Refusing to get rid of him for fear of tarnishing the family name, they instead kept him locked away as best as they could and leapt at the chance to get rid of him once and for all by sending him to Winslow Academy. Their explanation to the neighbours being that the academy had found him to be intellectually gifted and so had decided to give him a permanent boarding place. As opposed to the brutal truth.
  
  
  This was the final straw in what caused a largely cold and distant personality within Brennan, with the exception of a few people whom he can be reasonably playful with, although very often guarded as well, since an incident with a young girl back when he was around six and they were playing together, before he nearly accidentally drowned her. Her parents banning him from being around her and him taking a nice mental scarring over the incident as well, vowing to control his power better. Hence his skill with it now.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Theme song: Invincible Girl by Bad Pollyanna
  
  
  Anything else you wanna add: Tavor is largely very cold toward people, he has quite a dark sense of humour, and can be quite playful toward those that he 'likes'. But on the whole he tends to be quite mean and grouchy, not overly enjoying being messed around with.
  
  
  Face Claim: Ryan Kennedy
  
  
  Writing Sample: Can be found here: Detailed - Trouble at Lebeau I play as the character 'Fedor'.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[AntiMatter]

THIS IS A WIP

• About
• Interests
• Misc.
• Biography

• Name: Joe Storm
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  
  Physical Description: Joe stands 5'8" tall with ocean blue eyes. He has thick, wavy, Justin-Bueber style, blonde hair that's long enough to cover the upper half of his ears. Muscularly built, but not wrestler-level muscular.
  
  
  Power/s: Aerokinesis- ability to shape, bend, manipulate, and create air at will.
  
  
  Air Manipulation
• Likes:
  
  
  -Freedom
  
  
  -Wind
  
  
  -Tornados
  
  
  -Hurricanes
  
  
  -Like-minded people
  
  
  -Wide, open spaces
  
  
  -Sky
  
  
  -Flying
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  -Imprisonment
  
  
  -Controlling people
  
  
  -Darkness
  
  
  -Being still
  
  
  -Tight spaces
  
  
  -Ground
  
  
  -Lightning
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  -Weak against lightning
  
  
  -Weak against earth
  
  
  -Has almost no control over emotions which can change the state of the air around him, but it depends on how affected he is (e.g if extremely mad, can cause tornado involuntarily)
  
  
  -Needs more practice in manipulating air
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  -Strong against water
  
  
  -Strong against fire
  
  
  -
  
  
  
• Theme Song:
• the biography

 

[Nat]

WIP

Roxanne Reed

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• Magic
• Blood
• Shadows
• Death
• Creation

• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ~Name~
  
  
  Roxanne Reed
  
  
  ~Age~
  
  
  18
  
  
  ~Gender~
  
  
  Female
  
  
  ~Orientation~
  
  
  Pansexual, aromantic
  
  
  ~Power~
  
  
  Corrupted darkness manipulation
  
  
  Spoiler

  "User can create, shape and manipulate manipulate the darker, destructive and consuming aspects of darkness/shadow, which ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal darkness. Corrupted darkness is manifestation of the primal fear most have for darkness, the deceptive concealment and potential of for sudden death/injury, whether by accident or enemy."
  
  
  Corrupted darkness manipulation users walk along the line, or over the line, of what most sane people does. They often have ghosts that will haunt them, as their powers lay in the darker parts of the soul, and can often lose themselves to the darkness. They also have potential to master resurrection, and summoning the dead to their bidding, both human and darker creatures, however these things are hard to learn, and to control the reanimated or the summoned, demands extreme control of one self.
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ~Likes~
  
  
  ~Calculated destruction
  
  
  ~Darkness
  
  
  ~Pain (of those around her)
  
  
  ~Death
  
  
  ~Rats
  
  
  ~Dislikes~
  
  
  ~Mess
  
  
  ~Being disturbed
  
  
  ~Mentions of her family.
  
  
  ~The beach
  
  
  ~White cats
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ~Strengths~
  
  
  ~Is stronger than she appears to be
  
  
  ~Doesn’t quit just because of a failure
  
  
  ~Quite smart though do not appear so.
  
  
  ~Doesn’t get emotionally involved with people
  
  
  ~Weaknesses~
  
  
  ~Doesn’t trust others
  
  
  ~Insecure of her looks
  
  
  ~Doesn’t quite understand sarcasm
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ~Music~
  
  
  [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYD5uxBw7Po[/media]
  
  
  ~Interests~
  
  
  ~Necromancy
  
  
  ~Black Magic
  
  
  ~Gardening
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Biography
  
  
  “I was cursed”
  
  
  Roxanne was the result of a rather horrible event her mother went through, though her father never knew of the event that lead to their first child. He believed Roxanne was his by blood, like she was her mother’s. Though throughout the pregnancy a lot of things went wrong. Such as the mother feeling haunted, the shadows in their home growing bigger until they just put lights everywhere so no chances of shadows, for there was lights on every edge. It wasn’t until Roxanne was born that peace came back into the home, though her mother always wondered what it was that made the girl cry whenever all the lights were on, but calm down as soon as most lights were off. Or why it was that the girl always seemed to do the baby babble to seemingly nothing.
  
  
  “I never meant to harm them”
  
  
  As the girl became older, her mother tried multiple times to have another child. And she managed. However, each child lasted not too long. For before their third birthday, they all died one way or another. One suffocated on seemingly nothing. Another fell out of the crib. A third drowned in the bath, and the last died in their sleep. For each child that passed away, Roxanne’s mother became more and more distant. She had replicas made of the children that passed away, and treated them like her own children, while she never paid attention to Roxanne. Not that she had paid much attention to the child with the big eyes from the start.
  
  
  “Please look my way?”
  
  
  No matter what Roxanne did, her mother never looked her way with delight in her expression, nor did she spend much time doing anything with her. The only times Roxanne was paid attention to, was from her father who at the start did her homework with her, or got her ready for school. He taught her how to make simple foods, and made food for her to heat up before he went to work. Roxanne tried desperately over multiple years to get her mother's approval, often by pretending that she was younger than she was, just so that her mother wouldn’t think of her as a child that was no child. Yet nothing worked, and she pulled away from her parents, only talking to them as she needed to.
  
  
  “Who are you?”
  
  
  Around the age of nine years old, another child started to appear in Roxanne’s life, though no one else could see the girl child. But she quickly became the blonde’s best friend, even as no one else could see her. She never gave a warning of when she would be there, or when she wouldn’t though, often just appearing as Roxanne was eating something she had warmed up of food. It became their little thing though. The girl, Sarah, telling Roxanne about the world out there, about how amazing it was, and Roxanne giving her a chance to speak to someone living.
  
  
  “Missing you”
  
  
  By the time Roxanne’s 12th birthday came around, Sarah was gone, and instead Maximilian had taken her place, giving Roxanne some guidance in her life. Occasionally other shadows would show up, but they never stayed. Not like Maximilian did. He taught her about the time he was from, when the Salem witch trials were in the works. He also told her about the black magics, and encouraged her to learn them. Not that she managed. She did however learn about her own powers, focusing on learning them to know, rather than focusing on the black magic, that always lingered at the back of her mind. She had decided that she would learn black magic. She would, together with necromancy.
  
  
  “Mama? Papa?”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  By the time Roxanne was 17, her parents died in an accident that she herself was responsible for. She had left the candles around the altar burning as she went to gather fresh herbs in the garden. But the window had been open and the sudden wind had blown the curtains over to the candle, the house quickly going up in flames after the dry summer. Of course, Roxanne had the chance to run in and save her mother from her rocking chair, and her father from his nap in the office, but instead she had remained outside of the house, with her black cat by her side, just watching the flames devour her childhood home, no feeling of guilt in her body.
  
  
  All she really had felt bad for, was the book burning up in the flames. But a book could be replaced. As she couldn’t be living on her own yet, she was forced to move in with her aunt, who was much like her father. Never home, always leaving her to her own things. Which fit Roxanne rather well, as she started to play with her powers more. Though whenever she met anyone, they all assumed she was some kind of innocent little girl, with big eyes and the innocent little voice. A girl who could do nothing bad. Not that they imagined she was completely sane either as she was more than once seen talking to herself, or what she believed was herself, when she was left alone.
  
  
  “Who are you?”
  
  
  As she continued to leave with her aunt, eventually a man came into her life, a man who knew things about her, that she had no idea of how he could know about. And then she found out about how she was conceived. That she was the daughter of this Jackson Reed, and that he wanted her to take her place as his daughter. So she said yes, him getting parental rights after a blood test, and she moved in with her biological father, getting to learn more about herself, about her gift.
  
  
  Though one thing she hadn’t expected was that he’d send in an application to a school, for people like herself. But hey, maybe that would be good for her?
  
  
  Writing sample
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mom, mom!” A pale girl with eyes larger than average came in the doors at home, dropping the leather backpack by the entrance. She was excited today, wanting to tell her mother about the response she had received on her story. Yet her excitement was dropped when she came in the doors to the living room, seeing the woman with grey roots sitting in her rocking chair. Always her rocking chair. Always with One or another bundle in her arms. Always using that baby voice. “Mom” Roxanne tried again, looking to her mother, but she received no response. “Yes you’re a pretty little lady” her mother was sweet talking the little bundle. The little creature wrapped into a pink blanket, the little thing that was not moving where it laid, with closed eyes and mouth barely open. “Mom…” Roxanne whispered again, taking a step back when her mother looked up. “You…” She said, the tone she used making Roxanne’s heart feel heavy. Always the same tone. Always the same voice. Always the same look to her. Never the loving look she gave to her dead children. “Mommy…” she whispered until she felt the far too big hand take hold on her arm, dragging her out of the room, closing the door. “Your mother is busy” Her father told her, no love in his voice either. Just the harsh voice of a man with no time for his child. “Daddy… They told me the story was good” She whispered and held up the paper where there was a star sticker, and a smiling face. “That’s good doll. Now go warm up some dinner for yourself. I will be at the office all night, and your mother is not to be disturbed” Always the same. Always that he was going to be busy. Always that her mother was to not be disturbed. Always the same. “Okay daddy” She sighed and saw him leave again, Roxanne going to the kitchen, seeing the mess left there again. “Always the same. Always the same” she muttered to herself, pulling the little step ladder over to the counter and climbed up, turning on the radio, letting the music surround her. She had to clean, and she had to make food. So that she did, moving the step ladder around with her as she needed to get up higher than she could on her own feet. She kept on focusing on her own things as she cleaned, the mess being a bit of a… Distraction one could say. So the music continued around her, but she stopped moving, instead sitting on the counter once the cleaning was done, a smile spreading across her face. “There you are” Roxanne said with a smile, her head slightly tilted, the big eyes wide with wonder. “I missed you” She continued, the shadow on the other side of the kitchen isle moving along the edge. Though to call it a shadow would be a little… Off. He was like a shadow. But a shadow with traits that were there, just not too sharp. “You thought I’d leave you forever?” He said, and she nodded sadly. “Everyone does. Mama doesn’t love me, dada never looks my way for long. You’re the only one who cares” She said, her voice as sad as she could manage. “But little Roxanne, of course I’ll keep returning, you are the only one who actually want me around” He said, those dead eyes looking up at her again, and she nodded. She was the only one who wanted him around. She was the only one who could see him. “Miss Rocheter said my story was good” Roxanne said quietly, pointing to the paper laying on the table. “She said it was a great example of how the witches had it during the salem trials. Just too bad she didn’t know that I got this from you” There was a childlike giggle at the end of her speaking. Oh she could only imagine the expression of her teacher if she had said she was told about the trials, from a wizard from those days. Well… He said he had been a wizard back then at least. So she chose to believe him.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Physical description
  
  
  Roxanne is a rather slim female. She's never been one to gain weight easily, though it is hard to tell if that has to do with how little she always ate simply from no appetite, or if it had to do with all the energy she used without realizing to control how many spirits she'd see, already before she knew how to work with her powers. She does however have one advantage that's come with the years. Her height. Standing at approximately 5'10", she's not one who can physically be looked down at by very many, but rather one who can get eye contact with most, unless they are very low, or very very tall. One thing that has brought a lot of insecurity to her throughout her life however, is her eyes. For they are bigger than average, leaving her with a very doe-eyed expression often, making her seem like a child by looks.
  
  
  When it comes to clothes, Roxanne may confuse those whom know her better. For as one could expect her to dress much like her interests, in black and in depressive clothes, she's the opposite. Roxanne loves dressing as if the world is nothing but precious little bunnies, often finding herself in colors such as pink, blue and white. Of course there's the occasional black clothes, but then it tends to be clothes inspired by ritual clothes in other countries, or it tends to be attractive and tight sitting clothes, to fit whatever goal she has that day.
  
  
  

Spoiler

 

[call me rae]

• Student Information
• Power Assessment
• Personality Assessment
• Background Check
• Extra Curriculars
• Application Essay

• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Name : Chonsie Gwyneth Benedict
  
  
  Alias : Tinkerbelle Pixie
  
  
  Age : 17
  
  
  Gender : Female
  
  
  Year : First
  
  
  Guardian : Dorothea Benedict
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  Height : 5' 1"
  
  
  Weight : 96 lbs
  
  
  Hair : Red
  
  
  Eyes : Orange
  
  
  Build : slender, average
  
  
  Mutations : green skin, dragonfly wings
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  passive power

  
  
  
  pixie physiology : chonsie was born with an altered physiology that marked her as different from day one. she has green skin, bright red hair, orange eyes, and of course dragonfly wings.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  primary powers

  
  
  
  atmospheric adaptation : her body automatically adapts to breathe at different altitudes and different atmospheres, she can effectively breathe any gaseous mediums and survive longer on air deficiencies than most people.
  
  
  deflection : chonsie produces a subconscious force field that deflects any projectile or attack that is directed directly at her.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  secondary powers

  
  
  
  flight : her wings aren’t just for show, she can fly in much the same manner as a dragonfly. meaning she can hover, maneuver rapidly in the air, and even fly upside down should she so wish.
  
  
  pixie dust : her wings produce a thick dust like substance that coats them at all times and often falls upon chonsie herself whenever she flies. the substance called “pixie dust” seems to increase the natural buoyancy of anything it touches. this is assumed to be the reason that chonsie can fly despite her wings being somewhat too small to fully lift her body.
  
  
  the substance seems to be integrated into chonsie’s body fairly simply and doesn’t really cause her any noticeable distress. however when flying or under extreme distress she produces an excess of the pixie dust that she can then dump on other people likewise increasing their buoyancy. this causes them to float off the ground ( think the scene from peter pan ).
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  power limitations

  
  
  
  physically weak : chonsie is not physically strong, she tends to be light-boned and also prone to broken bones or sprains. her wings are especially vulnerable and can be broken or sprained very easily.
  
  
  high metabolism : chonsie’s powers are all very energy intensive and so she tends to require a high caloric intake daily in order to keep up with her powers. if she doesn’t eat regularly she can get light-headed and very irritable - if she goes long enough she can actually faint.
  
  
  wind : strong winds make flying very difficult as not only must she flap harder to steer but she over-produces her pixie dust which drains her of energy fast. not only that but the dust tends to fly everywhere which makes random things start floating in the wind and usually hitting chonsie or anyone in her vicinity.
  
  
  mental/energy attacks : this is specific to her deflection ability, she can not deflect anything that is pure energy or mental. so if there isn’t a physical side effect of the power she can’t deflect it. for that matter if the power is just a gust of wind than she likewise wouldn’t be able to deflect it because it’s not a physical attack.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  likes : maneki neko, drama, gossip
  
  
  dislikes : school, boredom, windy days
  
  
  goals : none
  
  
  fears : broken wings, losing dorothea
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  str. : unshakeable confidence, ability to think on her feet, highly agile
  
  
  weak. : impulsive, over confidence, lack of attention to surroundings
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Character Assessment

  
  
  
  Chonsie is the quintessential happy go lucky teenager. She has an overly inflated sense of her own importance, total lack of regard for rules or authority, and a unconquerable belief in her own invincibility.
  
  
  Despite her many bad traits Chonsie does have a generally sunny outlook on the world and a unfaltering sense of optimism that is bolstered again by her genuine belief that she will always succeed no matter what. Defeat and failure are concepts that are just not in Chonsie’s vocabulary. Even in those instances when she suffers “minor setbacks” she refuses to give up on her given goal - instead striving ever harder to achieve whatever it is she sat out to do.
  
  
  Her ego is just as big as her optimism and is frankly somewhat obnoxious to deal with. She is very much the kind of person that is convinced of her own innate superiority over everyone else. That’s not to say she puts others down or is nasty just that to her other people’s lives, opinions, feelings, etc are just not as important as her own.
  
  
  She is also the kind of person to instigate drama, a definite troublemaker. Again she isn’t a cruel person nor does she set out to systematically destroy other people’s sense of self worth. She’s more the type to spread embarrassing rumors or egg you on in a stupid fight. She just finds other people’s drama to be wildly entertaining to watch and isn’t afraid to invent things just to get other people at each other’s throats.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Student Background

  
  
  
  Chonsie had a relatively normal childhood all things considered. Despite the cliche of being abandoned as a baby for her looks she has suffered no real ill effects due to her mutation. This is due in large part to the kind and patient nature of the woman who found infant Chonsie and took her in as her own - Dorothea Benedict.
  
  
  Someone with the ability to “find things” Dorothea is something of a freelance private investigator so she and Chonsie were constantly on the move having “grand adventures” for as long as the green skinned pixie can remember. Dorothea never let on that Chonsie’s appearance or abilities were anything to be worried about and she taught Chonsie to have confidence in herself against the inevitable bigotry she would face.
  
  
  This somewhat backfired as Chonsie has swung into being something of a self-obsessed and egotistical little shit, but well no one ever said parenting was easy.
  
  
  Still the two had a fairly normal life for the most part just traveling together across the country helping others where they could. Chonsie was largely home-schooled as Dorothea never trusted her to behave in a public school setting ( and she was certain sending such an obvious mutant to regular school was asking for trouble ).
  
  
  It was through their travels that the two discovered Winslow Academy, many of the gifted people they helped over the years encouraged Dorothea to send in an application for Chonsie. They said the school would give her a chance to hang around kids her own age who had special abilities of their own. It took Dorothea a lot of soul searching to give in and send in an application for Chonsie. Chonsie herself was not exactly thrilled to be accepted and expected to attend school far away from her guardian. But Dorothea insisted, stating that it would be good for her to make friends her own age among other gifted individuals.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Sexuality : doesn't care about gender or race
  
  
  Relationship Status : perpetually single
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Current Writing Sample : Fandom - Spin Another Circle
  
  
  
  Chonsie Writing Sample

  
  
  
  Chonsie listened attentively while bunny girl described her powers. So she was basically a giant rabbit is what Chonsie got out of the whole explanation. She was maybe lucky and maybe not, but since rabbit’s where considered lucky animals she was going to air on the side that said she was something like lucky, just not as lucky as Chonsie. In other words she was perfect minion material. She was totally appointing bunny girl, her very first minion. She could be like the head minion of Chonsie’s future minion poss. When she introduced herself as Jessica, but then changed it to snowball Chonsie nodded in excitement and stood back to introduce her new minion to two of the awesomest people at the school.
  
  
  “Awesome! Well I’m like just plain lucky, and I obviously rock the pixie look, and sometimes I have like enhanced reactions or whatever. The name’s Chonsie, but you may address me as Princess Awesome or Awesome works just as well. This slightly less awesome person is the Vice President of Awesome, or VP for short. You’ll also see people calling him Ryu but as a minion of Team Awesome you don’t have to call him that. You should totally come down to the kitchen with us and I’ll introduce you to the rest of Team Awesome. We’re like totally the most awesome people at the school and as queen of gossip I can tell you all you need to know about everything worth knowing at this school.” Chonsie chattered away.
  
  
  She would have kept talking but she was distracted by the arrival of yet another newbie and this one had her falling silent for the second time that day. Anyone who knew her well would recognize that as something of a historic and downright miraculous event, like seeing a unicorn or winning the lottery. The newest arrival was in a word totally badass. The bunny girl had been awesome don’t get Chonsie wrong but the new girl had golden skin, little horns, and red hair that was actually similar to Chonsie’s own. Her eyes were a glowing scarlet and she seemed to be happy to see Chonsie, smiling at her in a rather goofy fashion. Chonsie was intrigued enough by the newcomer that she actually let her get an introduction in before pouncing forward with a squeal about how badass she looked or a question about her powers. When she mentioned Dorothea and the fact that they were related Chonsie actually rocked back in surprise her wings fluttering up in surprise.
  
  
  She vaguely remembered talk of her relatives at some point but she tended to not really pay attention for the most part because she figured they had been lame people to begin with so why should she care. Starring in shock at her sister, because Chonsie was absolutely certain the girl before her had to be her sister, she thought rather belatedly she might possibly have done better to listen a bit more. The shock didn’t last long, only about a minute or two which again was something monumental as Chonsie was a remarkably flexible person and didn’t get taken off guard easily. But when it fully sank in that badass newbie was her sister, her actual flesh and blood and golden skinned sister, Chonsie’s whole face lit up and her wings beat against so fast in sheer joy that she actually caused a stiff breeze to fill the room and she rose nearly a foot in the air before she let loose a deafening shriek of pure joy and shot forward giving her sister such a big and enthusiastic hug that she lifted the both of them into the air.
  
  
  The ensuing babble of that escaped her mouth had even less resemblance to real words than her typical rants and she couldn’t even have told you what she was saying other than to say she was happy and excited and she was so so thrilled to meet her sister and she was never ever leaving ever. Oh yes Chonsie may know absolutely nothing about that girl she was currently deafening and possibly crushing but that didn’t matter. For all Chonsie cared Evelyn could be the most boring, goody goody on the planet and she would still be very nearly her favorite person ever, just because she was her sister. After several minutes of boredline hyperventilating in pure joy Chonsie finally calmed down sufficiently to return to the ground and actually form recognizable words.
  
  
  “Omg it’s like omg, god I can’t believe your like my for real sister. Why are you here? Where is your room? What are your powers? What do you like to do?" Chonsie asked rapidly bouncing up in down in joy and barely preventing herself from breaking into squeals all over again.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Ryoh Hirai]

Joe Moriyasu


Reality Sniper

I will have all that I desire in this world! Power, wealth, fame and fortune! Nothing can escape my powers... BANG! Joe

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GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Joe Moriyasu


Age: 19


Gender: Male


Orientation: Heterosexual/romantic


Likes:


°Power


°Money


°Women


°Being in the spotlight


Dislikes:


°Being ignored.


°Losing what he has


°People who pester him

DESCRIPTION

Lean and graceful at 179cm by 72kg, he has sharp, typically japanese features, thin lips, smiling eyes and shoulder length hair styled in a quasi-animesque way.

REALITY SHOOTING (POWER)

Joe's power allows him to "load" up to five aspects of reality in his mind by copying them from something. He can keep these aspects stored and use them indefinitely. Use them how, you ask? Simple, by mimicking the gesture of shooting a gun and simply saying "BANG!" he can "shoot" them inside other targets, once or several times, changing the same aspect in the target (example: he could shoot a specific temperature or the aspect of "cold" inside a fire and stop it) or adding a new one (example, he could make a fire solid without changing its temperature). The only limit of this power is that he must see and "shoot" his target correctly and he cannot shoot himself.

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES

+He's a cheerful guy, it's really hard to get him down


+His power is incredibly versatile


+He's pretty clever and good company


-A sucker for a pretty face


-Easily distracted


-He's a spotlight hog

THEME SONG (& BIOGRAPHY)

THEME SONG

Joe was born of japanese immigrants almost twenty years ago, and, while not showing his powers right away, he started showing his greedy and narcissistic nature, always looking for the next prize in his treasure hunt, be it a girl, a toy or a car. He soon started putting his family's economic wellbeing at risk with his shameless spending, and his father disowened him, kicking him out of the house.

Soon after, during his sixteenth birthday, Joe discovered what he could do, and started abusing his powers to start a new life away from his oppressive family. His cleverness and talent with the use of a complicated power such as his brought him to the attention of Winslow High, and, seeing the possible opportunities of enrolling, he simply jumped at the call and did so. ​

WRITING SAMPLE

Casual - The Unending War (OPEN)

 

[Super Villain Nova]

Let me know if I need to fix anything. ( )

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Name: Coal Black


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Sexual and romantic orientation: Undecided


Physical description: Coal stands about 5'7", he is slightly toned and holds a slim build.





Powers:


Electromagnetism


Pretty much this is just like Magneto's powers from X-Men. His level and skill with this kind of power has yet to be discovered as he is still figuring out everything that he can do with them. Coal can still do block buster scale actions with his powers at his age, but will have a hard time controlling it after long periods of time.


Personality: Coal is very rude half the time. He tends to use sarcasm to keep people out as he does not want to let others in. He is quick on his feet and even quicker in his thoughts. He seems outgoing or even social, he can be fun to be around and he can become a good friend it he trusts you.


He doesn't just trust anyone. It is a long process with Coal. One must take their time and be very patient as Coal has been hurt a lot in life, so his walls are up and rarely come down.


He is not afraid to speak his mind or even stand up for himself or others.... Well strangers he can careless about.





Theme song:


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Anything else you wanna add: Check out my writing sample as it has to deal with this character and the day he got his powers.





Biography: After his father passed, his mother soon committed suicide. She could not deal with loosing her husband, nor the fact that the military was looking in on them due to her son. Coal was taken into foster care. What he didn't know was that it was a foster care for others like him. The government already knew about children getting strange and unusual powers, and for those with no homes, the decided to play nice.


While at the home Coal never fit in. The caretakers at the house tried to teach the kids how to control and use their powers. Coal exceeded with ease on every level. Other kids picked on him for it and teachers seemed threatened by him for some reason.


Coal has been known to run away from the foster home.... His record was almost a year. He is now back at the foster home and is hoping to either get out early, or even run away again. He still has yet to decide.





Writing sample

Spoiler

I will be using a moment from my characters past as my writing sample. ( )


A young Coal around the age of six sat in the center of his living room. His black shaggy hair tried to cover over his shocking blue eyes but failed. His skin gave off a soft glow, but one could say it could be from the TV before him. His small fingers wrapped around a game controller as his thumbs pressed buttons rapidly. The house was silent, not even a sound from the TV broke it. The only thing one could hear was the buttons from the controller.


The light shined through a large window with soft thin white curtains pulled to it's side. Coal stopped his actions when a knock at the door range through the otherwise empty house. His blue eyes drifted from the TV and to the front door that was not too far from where he sat. He pushed his small frame off the ground, leaving his controller on the floor.


As he walked to the door another knock was heard once more. He reached out and turned the gold knob and let the door swing on it's own. At first he had to adjust his eyes to the direct sun light, and soon too figured now stood before him.


Both tall and dressed in a marines dress uniform. Coal blinked at the sight. He knew his father had similar clothing, but neither of these men were his father.


One of the men knelled down so he could be eye level with Coal. He started to speak to Coal but the world was quiet. Coal blinked as the man slowly took off his hat. He looked back to Coal and frowned a little. He spoke again but Coal failed to hear any words.


The man pulled out a thin chain holding a pair of dog tags. The man took one of Coal's hands and placed the jewelry in the center. Coal looked down at the dog tags. The image of his father failed to come to mind.


The two men's attention left Coal quickly. The one in front of him stood up and started to walk to the front yard.


A woman was rushing out of the passenger seat of a car. Her eyes immediately full of tears. Another man stepped out of the driver side and rushed to the woman's side. He tried to hold her back as she approached the two Marines. You could see anger and sadness coming from her actions alone.


The two Marines and the other man tried to calm the woman down. But it was no use. She fell to her knees and placed her face in her hands. Coal watched from the door way as his mother sat in the grass crying. She looked past the two Marines and held out her hands to her only son. She looked desperate to hold him.


Coal could feel his body tense. His mind began to circle. He dropped the necklace and turned on his heels.


What he didn't know was that the necklace never hit the ground. It stay floating in the air as Coal ran into the house.


He ran as fast as his legs could take him to the end of the hallway. The wall to his right was full of framed photos which started to float or fall off the walls as Coal ran by. His eyes burned and his head began to hurt.


The last door to the left opened on it's own and Coal ran inside. The door slammed behind him locking him in the somewhat large dark office. Coal ran to the desk reaching out for something, but he stopped when the items on the desk began to float. He stepped back and panicked as the room began to move. At the time he didn't realize that it was only things that held metal, but for a child.... It scared him deeply.


Coal turned around and went for the door. He pulled at it revealing that it would not open no matter how hard he pulled. Coal stepped back into the center of the room letting his hands twist together over his chest. His breathing heavy and his eyes darted all over the room.


Coal called out for him mom, but even his voice was silent. He called again as tears started to flow from his eyes.


Coal closed his eyes tightly as he screamed for his dad.... He would not drop his scream until he heard something... Anything. For only a second Coal could hear his own scream right before he passed out. The door before him busted open as the Two Marines rushed into the room. One nearly catching Coal before he hit the ground. The other looking around the room in shock.


Black

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[Uncultured]

Kamilo Jones

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• Bio
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  Name: Kamilo Jones
  
  
  Age: 20
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexual and romantic orientation: Heterosexual
  
  
  Physical description: 5'11" tall, average build with a weight of around 184 lbs. His hair is generally short and with well kept waves in his hair and a crisply trimmed line of hair crossing his forehead. He has no tattoos nor any noticeable scars or blemishes. His style is generally a mixture or prep and urban outfits, often wearing collared shirts, jeans, polo shirts, work boots, boaters, basketball shoes and slim fitting, military style jackets.
  
  
  Power: Ice/Cold manipulation and mimicry
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  Likes:Taking life as it comes to him, and enjoying the little things. Hanging out with friends and chatting away the hours. Relaxing music that he can listen to in order to tune out the world. Video games and movies. Using his powers to benefit others and himself, in that order
  
  
  Dislikes: People who can't just sit back and relax at times. People who talk too much and snuff out conversations. Very loud places, spiders, and flying
  
  
  Strengths: Kamilo can mimic and control ice and can drop the temperature around him to extreme lows. He can create a 1-2 inch thick plate of ice armor that goes around his body as well, allowing him to take some forms of punishment without injury. He's an intelligent man who can out think brash and thoughtless opponents, and he can always keep a level head in combat. He is also immune to any cold that can be experienced on earth, the limit to how cold it can get before he suffers health issues is unknown.
  
  
  Weaknesses:Very dry air makes it hard for him to conjure ice as there is no moisture in the air, in these cases, he can still mimic ice with his physical form but can't create more of it, which severely limits his combat effectiveness. His powers are very negatively effected by fire users as the heat of their powers can easily melt his attacks. Rock salt and sodium can literally burn him when he is in ice form, for him, rock salt and regular salt are like fire to a normal person. A bag of rock salt to his face would burn like a vat of acid would in the face of a normal person.
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  Biography: Kamilo has had a very fortunate life and this is reflected in the breezy way in which he approaches life. His past isn't scarred by loss or poverty, in fact it was quite vanilla. His middle class family never wanted or needed anything more than they could afford and his large family always offered him the support that he needed. His two brothers and his one sister made it a point to be a consistent presence in the middle siblings life, either as an overbearing older sibling, or an annoying and mischievous younger sibling.
  
  
  Throughout his life he has made it a point to always help when possible, viewing his powers as a way to help others more than himself. He has stepped in on several occasions to help out other along his path. Nothing of any media note comes to mind, he's never stopped a bank robbery, or foiled the plans of some evil overlord, but he has stopped muggings and drunken brawls before they've gotten out of hand.
  
  
  His quality marks at school and his powerful gift have brought upon him the attention of the school that he now comes to attend for the first time. With promises of helping him control and use his powers for the forces of good he has left his small suburban life behind and entered into the world of superheroes and super villains with the intent to make the world a better place.
  
  
  
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  Theme song: N/A
  
  
  Anything else you wanna add:
  
  
  Face Claim: Some random stock photo guy and comic book iceman (X-Men)
  
  
  Writing Sample: From an old RP of mine
  
  
  Spoiler

  The body of the unconscious man weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds and Jacinto felt his weight with every tug of the suited leg of the drooling crime boss. That and the occasional spasm, a result of the man's nervous system attempting to discharge the excess electricity provided by the shock charge Jacinto had shot into his jutting and heavily scarred forehead.
  
  
  With the parting of the saloon door the Raider emerged into the sunlight, narrowing his eyes and scrunching his forehead in response to the brightness of the high sun. After a short period of adjustment he peered down the road in both directions, taking in the hustle and constant movement of the new day, inhaling a deep breath of the smoggy air before realizing just how thick and polluted it was, wishing for the clean filtered atmosphere of both his suit and the capsule he had grown so accustomed to. Before he could begin the arduous journey to his buggy, his receiver pinged three times with two second intervals between each ping, a code for Raider to Raider communications.
  
  
  Jacinto sighed deeply at the noise, he didn't have the time, nor the patience to deal with the humdrum day to day of killing Reavers and setting fresh recruits straight, not that he never took pleasure in these matters, but after nearly thirty hours without sleep he would see the world burn if it meant a good night's rest.
  
  
  After some internal deliberation, the senior Raider reached to his side and withdrew the receiver from his denim pocket, and as he drew the small electronic device to his blurry eyes he flipped it open, revealing a few lines of text sent by his commanding officer.
  
  
  -Trouble by the main gate-
  
  
  -reports of brewing fight between refugees-
  
  
  -and incoming scout party, handle it will you-
  
  
  Went the words upon the small screen.
  
  
  After a brief period of acceptance, anger, internal deliberation, and general frustration at the situation, the ragged officer relented and began walking towards his buggy with the heavy goon in tow, not to bring his target to the interrogation room he had arranged in the slums, but to head to the gate to put a stop to whatever general violence was beginning to evolve there.
  
  
  After several minutes of dragging the man down the street, drawing looks from all he passed, Jacinto came to one of his two quite modest and shoddy personal vehicles. The buggy he stood before was ragged, rusted, and covered in nicks and bruises but it was his, and it worked, and fortunately for the Raider it hadn't been stolen over the night, a lone bright spot in an otherwise disastrous twenty four hour period.
  
  
  After hooking the criminal to the frame of the vehicle via a pair of handcuffs and after confining the man to the passenger seat with the belt, Jacinto placed the key into the ignition and turned it gently, bringing the sputtering v4 engine to life with a small cloud of black smoke.
  
  
  "You'd eh been rich you dumb fuckin mark bastard...... I'll rip yer eyes out and feed em to me dog...... I'll spoon feed ya it's feces when it defecates so ya eat yer own eyeballs ya motherfu-"
  
  
  With one swift motion, Jacinto brought his fist to the side of the slowly waking crime boss's head, sending him back into the dreamworld he had returned from, for a time at least. With the silencing of the large brute, the officer pushed down on the peddle and revved the engine to life.
  
  
  For a moment, the tired soldier stared at the steering wheel, stunned and confused, before realizing that he had failed to remove his vehicle from park before accelerating. After blinking hard several times to remedy his tired confusion, the Raider pushed the shift stick into drive and began heading down the road, moving through traffic with sloppy efficiency as he bolted towards the gate to solve whatever had been ignited between his idiotic scout crew and the civilians of the city.
  

 

[call me rae]

• Student Information
• Power Assessment
• Personality Assessment
• Background Check
• Extra Curriculars
• Application Essay

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  Name : Katherine Bernadette Standford
  
  
  Alias : Nostalgia Ghost
  
  
  Age : 18
  
  
  Gender : female
  
  
  Year : First
  
  
  Occupation : n/a
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  Height : 5' 2"
  
  
  Weight : 110 lbs
  
  
  Hair : light brown
  
  
  Eyes : brown
  
  
  Build : slender
  
  
  Notes: none
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  primary powers

  
  
  
  time jumps : kate has the ability to unconsciously and uncontrollably move forward through time along a fixed point. meaning that she can move anywhere from a year to ten years forward in time in a single jump but she would still remain in the exact same physical location. she usually has about an hour between jumps in which her body presumably resets itself.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  bond empowerment : her powers are stabilized by close proximity with her relative raymond chandler.
  
  
  consciousness jumping : kate possesses the ability to send her consciousness forward and backward in time at will.
  
  
  decelerated aging : due to her connection to the timeline kate ages at a decelerated rate.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  twin proximity : kate must remain within arms length of raymond at virtually all times. the further apart the two are the more unpredictable both their powers become.
  
  
  site binding : without raymond’s help kate is unable to leave the winslow manor at all.
  
  
  twin time jump : in order to use her consciousness jumping ability she must be in close proximity of raymond. meaning she can only go forward and backward in time to a point when the two are together. so essentially that limits her to only going back about a month into the past. she could presumably still go further in the future but she is reluctant to do so as there is no guarantee her twin will be present at her side.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  likes : "retro" fashions, studying, movies
  
  
  dislikes : revealing clothes, lack of manners, the internet
  
  
  goals : to learn to control her powers
  
  
  fears : losing raymond
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  str. : studious, follows orders, adaptable
  
  
  weak. : girl out of time, physical violence, twin
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Character Assessment

  
  
  
  Kate was considered quite the hoyden back in the late eighteen hundreds. A girl more interested in education than fashion, more interested in supporting her father’s dreams than finding a suitable husband. Many a well-meaning female relative despaired of her entering the dreaded spinsterhood long before her time.
  
  
  By contrast in the modern times Kate is considered endearingly naive and somewhat old fashioned. While she doesn’t share many of the lasting prejudices or rigid societal beliefs of other women of her timeline there is still a bit of a culture shock to going from a time when women couldn’t even vote to a time when teen girls getting pregnant warrants its own reality tv show.
  
  
  Because of this she tends to be more comfortable with older individuals than those in her apparent age demographic. These are the people that find her somewhat formal way of speaking more endearing than odd, and they're less likely to take advantage her lack of knowledge of the twenty first century.
  
  
  The only person of her own age she really opens up to is Raymond, and that is by simple virtue of spending pretty much all her time with him. However even then she can be somewhat stiff and awkward as spending so much time with a male is a new experience for her, even if he is technically her relative.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Katherine Standford was born in 1864 to a clever inventor, William Standford, and his late wife Honoria Standford nee Winslow. For most of her life she was cared for somewhat haphazardly by her father as her mother perished in childbirth. As such Katherine was given quite the outrageous childhood by the standard of her time. Her father was well-meaning but often lost in his experiments. He had neither the capitol to afford a governess nor the desire to see his only child shipped off to a boarding school or female relations.
  
  
  So William Standford raised his daughter as best he could. Encouraging her to question the world around her, to seek answers to any and all questions. He thought to raise a budding young scientist to follow in his footsteps and was often perplexed and chagrined when Katherine attempted more “womanly” pursuits.
  
  
  So Katherine was raised to be something of a hoyden, with an entirely ungenteel curiosity about the world around her and a distressing affection for books and the sciences. Which made her social life something of a chore, which did not go unnoticed by her mother’s kin. Her Aunts, Maude and Roberta, were especially concerned with her lack of womanly pursuits affecting her marriageability. So they arranged to have young Katherine and her father appear before their husbands. William was convinced the Winslows wished to invest in his newest invention and so set out to wow them with a demonstration.
  
  
  Unfortunately in the midst of her father’s demonstration there was an explosive white light and Katherine was thrown into the timeline. Not that she was aware that is what occurred, as far as she could understand it there was a horrid explosion, a dizzying flash of light, and she appeared some ten years into the future startling a pair of cousins something dreadful.
  
  
  After the requisite histrionics had concluded, and Katherine had undergone a second jump, this time five years into the future, she was able to start to understand what was happening.
  
  
  At first she believed she had somehow died and she was in truth haunting her relatives home, this theory was not disproven by the often frightful reactions of her relations when she would inevitably pop up in the same room at varying points in the timeline.
  
  
  It wasn’t until she met dear Charlotte in the early fifties that she was able to work out what was in fact going on. Apparently the woman had made a study of the “Winslow Ghost” and was able to hypothesize that instead of being some spectre from the past out to haunt future generations she was in fact a “gifted” individual, a “mutant” as it where. Katherine was of course quite perplexed by this reasoning but she had been raised by a man of science and agreed to undergo what tests she could.
  
  
  She even attempted to steer her ‘jumps’ to allow Charlotte to continue her research. She was sadly only able to meet up with her dear relative a few times before her powers brought her out of Charlotte’s time but the school her dear relative had created proved instrumental in helping Katherine find her twin.
  
  
  Apparently Charlotte had made a condition with the faculty and her son that whenever Kate was to appear she was to be given the full force of aid the faculty could bring to bear. She also herself undertook for many years to aid Katherine in finding a way for her to control her jumps so that she might not be forced to forever bound forward through time.
  
  
  That research eventually paid off when Charlotte’s son Harrison Winslow, was able to track down a distant relative that might be able to help “stabilize” Katherine.
  
  
  Thus Raymond Chandler was given an invitation to come out to visit the Academy and lo and behold within a day or two Kathrine popped up again. And for a change Katherine was able to stay, not catapulting forward in time after an hour of rest. It took some trial and error but the two eventually realized they had formed some kind of “twin bond” that allowed them both to get their powers under control.
  
  
  Katherine was unspeakably grateful and eager to learn more about the strange time that she found herself stuck in and the strange young man who had allowed her a chance to explore it.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Katherine sat quietly in a corner table, feigning interest in a manual for her new smartphone. She had a small cup of tea in front of her and a muffin that she would occasionally nibble at while she waited patiently for the large order she put in for breakfast to be finished. She did her best to bring food every morning to STAR Labs, both to give her a reason for being at the Professor’s workplace and give her something productive to do. She was heartily sick of going over the Plan, especially since it only seemed to make the Professor unhappy when he spoke of it. She had already memorized the working of her tachyon device so she couldn’t distract herself with that. It was all a waiting game, waiting patiently for Mr. Allen to awaken.
  
  
  In her previous life she would have been fine with the prospect of so much idle time but her life had changed drastically from the fateful day at her father’s office. Now she was stuck in a world as foreign to her as the dark side of the moon. Filled with people who might as well be from the stars for all the sense the made to her. So sitting idle at the home the Professor had bought when they were stranded did her no good. It didn’t contribute to the Plan nor did it give her the sense of quiet contentment that spending hours in quiet repose had done when she lived with her Aunt. Even then she had been doing things, sewing or listening to what gossip her aunt thought appropriate and relevant to a girl of her age and breeding.
  
  
  So instead of wasting away in a big house filled with incomprehensible things she had taken to actually studying the science and technology that so fascinated the Professor, or at least the twentieth century version of the same. She also studied what the people of this era called “urban legends” although doing so often necessitated combing through technology manuals in and of itself. No one seemed to put anything in books anymore and while she was sure the “Inter Net” was quite useful to everyone else it made her head hurt and she wished dearly it would stop taking over all forms of communication. She had never understood what was so distasteful about a good book. Nor doing things by hand instead of allowing some form of technology to make things “convenient” for you.
  
  
  “Excuse me, Miss. Wells? Your orders ready.”
  
  
  Kate’s thoughts were scattered by the voice of one of the waitresses. She was holding out the giant bags that contained the breakfast order for STAR Labs. Kate rose with a slight flush reaching for the bags and stammering out a stilted thank you.
  
  
  She took out her book away in her STAR Labs satchel and carefully put her tea and muffin in a to go cup and box respectively before grabbing her bags and making her way towards the door. Only to come up short at the dilemma of how to open the door with her hands full. She hesitated a moment before tentatively turning to a man wearing a red hooded shirt eating near the door.
  
  
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Information

Name


"What a name, right?"


Elora Anastalgia Lovelace


Age


"But I don't look it."


23


Gender


Cis gender female


Sexual and romantic orientation


Demiromantic || Pansexual


Powers

Shape shifting || Gravity Manipulation

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Apperance

Physical description


Elora stands at 5'8" and weighs 140lbs. Her skin is a golden tan color which stays that way all year long. In the winter is the only time her skin falters in color. She is of Hispanic and Colombian descent. Her eyebrows are always perfectly kept, her face is clear of any acne, and her make up is always done to utter perfection.


Elora's hair reaches just above her bottom and falls in loose curled tendrils. Her eyes are as dark as night which she hates with a passion. She keeps her nails well polished to match her outfit. Elora keeps herself in tip top shape, making sure to get about fours hours worth of workout a day. She feels the need to be in such a shape because her "super suite" is a body suite that sticks to her like her own skin.


Elora wears a medium in shirts, a size 6 in dresses/pants, and a size 8 in shoes.


All in all, Elora is a very beautiful woman and does her best to keep herself up to date on everything. Anything else you may need to know, just ask her.

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Persona

Likes


Dressing up


Eating


Driving/Taking Walks


Singing


Make-up


Her necklace her brother gave her


Dislikes


Being Alone


Insects


Hot drinks


Sour food


Alcohol


Strengths


Omnilinguism


Persuasion


Learning


Flirting


Weaknesses


Making friends


Her insecurity


Food


The Elderly
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Background

Biography


Elora was born to an absent mother and father. After she was born she was given to her Abuelita and Abuelito who were also taking care of her older brother. Her grandparents did the best that they could do with the two, raising them to become the best they could be. Everything was going great until [the fire nation attacked] Elora's powers began to show. The first thing to show was her shape shifting abilities. Her grandfather left her alone to play in her room by herself. When he came to check on her, he found another child in there instead. The child looked like the little boy Elora would play with across the street. He was confused and picked the boy up, carrying him down the stairs and to the neighbor's home. When the neighbor saw the boy, they were confused because their child was inside. When the door closed and her grandfather turned to go back home, he was looking at the child in his arms. He asked the child for their name and the child began to laugh. Elora shifted back to her original form. This scared her grandfather and he rushed her inside, showing his wife and her brother.


From then on, they kept the secret to themselves. Elora practiced her shapeshifting from people she saw, celebrities, and even characters from books she had read. To say the least, Elora had mastered her ability to shape shift. Except that her brown eyes stayed the same and the birthmark on her left side of her neck of a whale. Her next power was one her brother found out the hard way.


She had just turned 17 and her grandparents had passed away two years ago. She was living with her brother in a two bedroom apartment. He had come home one day stressed out beyond belief and went off on her as soon as he came home and tripped over her shoes. Elora wasn't having a good day either so when he went off on her, she fired back. The two screamed back and forth for half an hour before Elora completely lost it. She raised her arms and slammed them down, her voice growing louder. Her brother's body slammed into the ground and his breath was forced from his body. He was choking under her hold and Elora didn't know what to do. This had never happened to her before and she didn't know how to stop it. As sad as it was, Elora accidentally killed her brother.


As she grew, her past still haunted her and she hated using the gravity manipulation so she stuck with her shape shifting. With her shapeshifting, she found it to be draining. She would get attached to people in the person she was copying's life. She'd meet people due to this, she'd get into situations that were none of her business, and she'd have to adjust to how the person lived. It seemed that her powers were meant to hurt people and she hated that feeling. She hated hurting everyone she came in contact with. Elora tries not to use her powers but can't help shape shifting. When she feels bad, she just changes into a new person and begins again.


Since she has so many appearances, her tries to keep her original self in the best shape possible. She wants to be recognized as who she is as her own person. Not just another identity. Because of her original appearance, she tends to not have many friends. People think she's fake and she doesn't want to hurt them so she tends to stay away from people and not make friends.

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Elora has a tattoo on her rib cage, one behind her ear, and one on her collarbone.




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☀Name☀


Lilura "LILOU" Maeveen


☀Age☀


(12 year-old stuck in the body of a) 22 (year-old)


☀Gender☀


Identifies as GENDERFLUID for the sake of it, yet prefers female pronouns predominantly due to a general affinity for everything feminine


☀Sexual and Romantic Orientation☀


PANROMANTIC GREY ASEXUAL




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☀Powers☀


PRECOGNITION and RETROCOGNITION


Skilled in the abilities to respectively gaze into the future as well as gaze into the past, Lilou has been gifted the powers of an oracle.

Her first skill is quite straightforward - it grants her the chance to observe events to yet be unfolded and predict the future before it comes to be. This means that the girl is aware of whatever is going to occur and, even though time is very subjective, hence altered by every decision that is taken, Lilou is fortunately presented with all possible timelines in her mind as well as knowledge concerning how and why they will happen, giving her the chance to prevent their occurrence or kindle a certain path life will take. Unfortunately, reaching into this cognition is tricky, seeing as the girl's visions come to her during trance-like states or through dreams, which is the vaguest method - they are never clear, instead featuring barely discernible splotches of color (meant to represent certain people, some of whom Lilou has met while others is yet to be acquitted with) moving over a terrain layered with mind-boggling symbols. Basically, deciphering these dreams is a tough job and often not worth the effort, seeing as they never reveal anything about Lilou herself - she is capable of gazing into the futures of only those around her. Of course, the mystery behind each nightly fantasy depends on its general importance and scale, meaning that the user has an easier time with particular mundane unimportant visions. These are the ones that go down when Lilou is still awake, inducing an absent-minded trance.


The second ability of the "oracle" is the polar opposite of foresight, as it allows the user to revisit the past in a sense. Some may find this to be exceptionally useless and stupid, yet the truth is that Lilou has found good use for her retrocognition. This power allows the girl to play out in her head scenarios that already went down with impeccable detail and precision. This is done through a mediating thing of choice (must be inanimate), which "transports" Lilou back and unveils before her whatever she wishes to see regarding its owner (the older and more treasured this "link" is, the better the results). The sole downside is that physical contact with the object is necessary so better not allow Lilou to touch your possessions or she might just stumble upon something that was not meant to see the light of day...

☀Physical description☀


Standing at barely 5'1 (1.54 m) and weighing no more than 88 lbs (40 kg), Lilou is a person possessing a seemingly frail and sickly thin frame. She is an individual of an androgynous body type (which actually aids her in her genderfluid identity), despite being born a biological female, and many have commented on the fact that she reminds one very much of a young boy in his early teens on the days during which she decides to dress more masculine and cut down on the make-up. As a matter of fact, a few years back, when she had cut her hair ridiculously short, she was barely discernible from a guy.


Currently her locks are kept at a nice length, however, and often dyed a vibrant pink, which over-lapses her natural light brown hue. It's unknown why Lilou has decided to go for a long hairdo, seeing as she takes little to no care for her mane, which is at all times tangled and painfully knotted in places, becoming a mess of radiant shades. The most she does is layer it with accessories, tie it in a messy pony or slick it back in honor of the greaser subculture. Its pinkish coloring is actually a nice compliment to the girl's light baby blue eyes, though they are made to look less shiny due to the fact that Lilou rarely has a good nightly rest, all thanks to her bizarre dreams, resulting in dark circles forming underneath her eye-sockets. At least they match up with her high cheekbones and sunken-in cheeks. This is only further proof of Lilou being underweight, though in reality she is not malnourished and instead this is all thanks to unfavorable genetics.


Basically, the "oracle" does not embody the modern standard for beauty, but is actually quite far from its conventions. This also transfers over to her make-up and attire choice. Firstly, Lilou goes for bright lipstick that pretty much screams out to anyone the eyes of who it graces, yet she puts nothing else on her face. The lip-tint she combines with equally loud clothing in odd patterns and featuring retro prints, though for a large part of the day she simply goes for old oversized hoodies and sweatpants. Lilou additionally has a soft spot for jewelry (always carrying around her favorite alien necklace) and hair-accessories, especially hairpins. Another addition to her outlook is a nape piercing she got as soon as she turned 18 to signify her independence.

☀Biography☀


Lilou was born as the fifth and last child to an extended family living in the deeply conservative countryside of the American South. Her household was definitely a large one - she was coexisting alongside not only her parents and four older brothers, but also spinster aunt (her closest relative) and parental grandparents (who owned the large property everyone occupied, enclosing within itself a nice yard as well as old-fashioned double-story house) - and this, combined with the fact that her mum and dad married at an unusually early age (the prior was 18, while the latter 20 at the time, though her mother had her first pregnancy at 17 (and had Lilou, more specifically, at 22)), resulted in the girl being left to her own devices most of the time. This was never out of negligence, however - simply everyone was more concerned with the boisterous boys going into their teens instead of the sole female offspring. This predicament actually had a positive effect on the girl, since she was granted exceptional independence and trust, hence was forced to learn how to take decent care of herself by the age of 7, meaning that she became well-versed in manual labor and chores (since she was the one to help around at home the most) as well as cooking (a skill she picked up from her grandma) before going into school.


Indeed, her childhood was anything but glamorous and involved a ton of sacrifices on her part. This is not to say that it was not happy. Quite the contrary! Despite working their asses off all the time, her parents loved their children unconditionally and would spend whatever pocket cash they scraped by on buying them small gifts and candy, while her grandparents adored entertaining their grandchildren with stories from the "good old days". Furthermore, Lilou had a splendid relationship with her brothers, who adored their cute sister and would gladly get bossed around by her, turning the girl into quite the tomboy. However, her strongest bond was by far with her aunt, who had been her moral center since birth and took emotional care of the child, talking to Lilou, sharing and understanding. And yet, even she could not protect her niece from what was to come...


Her siblings were not the only guy friends in Lilou's life - as a matter of fact, she predominantly hung out with boys, mainly due to the fact that they were the only ones her age in the neighborhood. With this group of friends, Lilou would endeavor to undertake many shenanigans - from pulling pranks on unsuspecting adults to challenging each other to eat worms, from exploring the nearby forest and climbing trees to riding bikes and roller-skates. Basically, she had a wonderful time spending each day outdoors with her comrades, who accepted her. Yet, as the boys grew they began to notice the difference between themselves and Lilou - gender - and became embarrassed to take in a girl among their friend group. As a result, her previously dearest buddies began avoiding and shunning her. At first, Lolou was confused and would still follow them around like some sad puppy, yet would only get harsh words and occasionally mud thrown back at her. Soon this puzzlement transformed into sorrow and then anger, an emotion so strong it ignited her thus far unsuspected power. It first showed through in daydreams regarding some mundane bad thing that was going to happen to one of the boys from her now ex-friend group, which she would always share with them to spite the kids. Of course, they never believed this weird girl, yet as her predictions came true each time, the guys began to wonder and soon came to fear Lilou, calling her a "witch" and "alien freak". They thought she was somehow bringing them bad luck and made her feel awful quite purposefully.

However, things were not that bad if it was just them namecalling her. The situation worsened once they all started attending the sole elementary school in town, and the boys spread rumors around regarding Lilou. Soon every child knew her as creepy, and thus she went through 4 years of not having any companion and having her schoolmates constantly talk behind her back. It all took a turn for an even worse scenario in middle school when thing escalated to verbal and then physical violence. Lilou was returning home every day with more and more bruises, to the point of which she could not manage to hide them and her aunt came to realize the problem, instantly sharing her worrying suspicion with the rest of the family. As soon as they found out, Lilou's parents, driven by guilt for not noticing sooner, visited the school's principle to discuss the bullying problem. The day they did that was a particularly bad one for Lilou - someone had stolen all of her possessions during gym, and now she was aimlessly searching for them. Beginning to freak out, she began begging people to tell her where her backpack was - her aunt had spend some of her precious savings simply to give it as a present to the girl - yet everyone was either responding with awkward, pitying silence or giggling. When Lilou in her worry shook one of the laughing girls a little too harshly, she got a punch to the face. Soon other people joined in, enclosing the girl and shouting profanities at her. Something swelled up in Lilou's chest as she grabbed onto her attacker's collar once more and then something hit her - a vision, yet one of the past. Falling into a trance-like state, the girl began speaking mechanically. She revealed some pretty nasty things regarding her bully, embarrassing her before everyone as the shouts died out and tears swelled up in the other girl's eyes.


After this occurrence, no one dared bully Lilou anymore and her parents simply assumed that the school staff had taken action against it. Yet, the truth was that they never would due to lacking any care for their students - Lilou was the one protecting herself. After a few more instances of her publicly humiliating some of the school's nastiest tormentors, either to shield herself or some other poor victim, everyone came to fear the girl with the supposed supernatural ability. Needless to say, High School went down with no drama and she even made amends with many of her previous enemies, though Lilou found herself enjoying freaking people out by randomly stating their future or past, just to see their reactions. She was definitely living up to her reputation of an extraterrestrial, and decided on becoming even stranger by publicly announcing her being queer as well as genderfluid in 10th grade. This she also stated through the change of cutting her hair ridiculously short and dying it pink, though another transformation had been taking place slowly, yet surely - her powers were growing. Sometimes she would simply space out in a daydream and be hit by some revelation of an event to come, and precognitive restless dreams were plaguing her every night. This was taking a toll on the girl's psyche and her aunt was the sole one to notice this time around as well. However, she did not speak up to Lilou's parents, since she had a hunch of what was going on.


After confronting her niece about it and discovering for sure her special capabilities, the old spinster finally came to reveal the fact that their family supposedly spun off from the lineage of some witch centuries ago, and that she herself was a direct descendant... or at least so she thought. To be honest, Lilou's aunt possessed no powers and it's unsure if people with magical skills really were a part of the Maeveens' ancestors, but this idea appealed to Lilou and thus she took it to be true. Wanting to discover more about this supposed background, she decided to take a gap year to travel Europe, where her roots went back to (it was on this trip that she had her nape pierced). After a year, at the age of 19, the girl found herself back in the USA and decided she wanted to major in History, yet dropped out at the age of 21. University was apparently not the place for her, since she still was an outcast with a bad reputation even among more mature individuals... However, she did find out through communicating with one of the people with a gift she met in Europe about a specific institution for those of her kind, a safe haven - Winslow Academy.

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☀Likes☀


☀CANDY - especially sour candy. Lilou always carries a couple of small packs around in her pockets and tends to lose them easily, forgetting them in random places while wandering around aimlessly.


☀BAD MOVIES - specifically those of the period from the 70s to late 90s. The girl swears to be watching them ironically, yet is a huge fan of the stereotypes and trends from back then. Supposedly it's her "aesthetic".


☀MIND GAMES - she might not look it, but Lilou is smarter than meets the eye. This is not to say she is a genius or anything too special, but simply someone that adores logical challenges. She is always down for a battle of wits!


☀DEEP CONVERSATIONS - the girl has never confessed this in front of anyone (not even herself), but she is an absolute sucker for debates and long talks about the universe. Theorizing about the future is by far her favorite, and while discussing the topic she tries her hardest to suppress her power to make things more "interesting".


☀EXPLORATION - despite being rather frail appearance-wise, Lilou is in love with the outdoors and doing physical activities (that is, when she is not being her usual lazy self). This all ties in with her wanderlust and need to travel, as well as adventurous personality. Basically, Lilou is a curious daredevil.

☀Dislikes☀


☀BOOKS - this speaks bad of Lilou, though truth is she is not someone to dislike reading, but instead simply a person that cannot stand sitting around in one place for too long, meaning that books as a hobby would never work for her, unless she was going into some amazingly interesting story... This is a rare occurrence... Lilou is just more of a video games (especially arcade ones) and movies gal.


☀POPULAR CULTURE - this fact might result in labeling Lilou a "hipster", though that's not really the case. The girl is simply not a fan of anything popular nowadays, due to being in love with the culture of the last century, though she still accepts those that do go for more modern-day vibes. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and individual taste in her eyes.


☀CONSERVATISM - growing up in the conservative South, Lilou has been bombarded by narrow-mindedness most of her life. Hence, the girl has come to detest this dogma and lifestyle, especially after the many threats she received once coming out as neither hetero-normative nor cis-gender. The resident of her small birth town were appalled by her "travesty", to which Lilou could reply with nothing but metaphorically flip them the bird.


☀JUDGEMENT - she has been looked down on by most people throughout her life, so Lilou has come to loathe anyone and everyone judgmental. Thus, she never creates an opinion of others based on appearance and is quick to call out those that do.


☀VIOLENCE - any sort of aggression, be it verbal or physical, can be triggering towards Lilou due to her bad past with bullying. Due to this, she is willing to change her usual relaxed demeanor in times of need and stand up for what she believes in. Manipulation and unfairness are not something the girl will ever tolerate.

☀Strengths☀


☀LEVELHEADED - Lilou is not someone to be angered easily, remaining calm in extreme situations. Even when faced with violence, which is the sole thing to make her blood boil, the girl is still capable of controlling herself. As a matter of fact, she is someone with a very deep understanding of her person, which also aids with subduing her powers.


☀INVENTIVE - the girl is very adaptable and flexible in most situations, resolving to tricks to get out of some uncomfortable or potentially dangerous predicament. Some may define Lilou as sly and cunning, though she usually utilizes her handiness to just pull harmless pranks for a laugh or two.


☀INTUITIVE - possibly as a result of her gift, Lilou has acute senses and amazing gut instinct, which allows her to kind of know what path events are going to take without abusing any special ability.

☀Weaknesses☀


☀SPACES OUT - unfortunately, for her power to work the girl has to either be asleep or fall in a deep trance, rendering her vulnerable. This necessity transfers over to Lilou's everyday life as well, seeing as she is someone to easily get lost in a daydream, becoming absent-minded.


☀LACKS PHYSICAL STRENGTH - her vulnerability combined with a lack of physical strength makes for a nasty combination. The girl might enjoy outdoors activities, yet those have contributed to just raising her flexibility and not brute force.


☀ESTRANGED - Lilou is odd. That goes without question. And her strangeness is of the uncomfortable, creepy type, meaning that the girl is not someone to have many allies or friends, since most avoid this "alien".

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☀Miscellaneous☀


☀She might have been brought up in the South, yet the girl never managed to fully get caught up in the SOUTHERN ACCENT thanks to the influence of her aunt, who insisted she drop it. However, to this day Lilou will sometimes purposefully force herself to speak in that manner as a quirk or simply to annoy others.


☀Lilou may be a good COOK, especially skilled in the area of sweets (cakes, pies, muffins, cookies), yet she would much rather stuff herself with unhealthy snacks and junk food. Whenever she does whip up anything in the kitchen, it serves as a dish for others and not herself.


☀Lilou has always had an odd fascination with ALIENS, yet one not involving their scientific part or the cosmos in particular. She is more a fan of the cliches surrounding extraterrestrials, thus can be caught wearing ironic shirts depicting these creatures, making the "Vulcan salute" as a greeting as well as indulging in bad retro UFO-centered movies. The fact that many individuals have been referring to her as an alien throughout her lifetime might also add to the girl's fondness for them.


☀The girl has always been in love with WITCH LORE and is, as a matter of fact, quite disappointed that her special ability does not involve magic in the slightest (or at least the type of explosive epic force she craves). Despite this, Lilou still tries her best to simulate the wiccan/pagan style and has taken to collecting crystals, herbs, animal bones, charms and anything else she might attach some mystical meaning to.


☀Lilou possesses a very specific mental condition - SYNAESTHESIA - which in essence is a neurological phenomena consisting of the "bonding" of the senses, or in the very least two of them. In the girl's case, she can attach color to personality, meaning that she perceives particular people as surrounded by some sort of glowing shade. Some on the more spiritual side refer to this as "aura" (including Lilou herself as the wannabe witch she is...), though she pretty much solely makes mental notes as to who she associates with what hue (there's no magic here...). Given the vague nature of her precognitive dreams, this condition helps in deciphering some of them.

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2nd October, 2015 | Cambridge University, England

It was truly a glorious day outside and the masses of people arriving in this prestigious institution appeared to be enjoying it thoroughly. Well, given the chance, one is more or less obliged to ogle over the weather when it is so perfect in this otherwise rainy country. Missing out on this fun would be a sin! And, as good samaritans, all appeared to carry out their duty, marveling at the cloudless cheerful sky with smiles rivaling the sun plastered across their red visages or seemingly giving themselves up to a dance to the occasional gusts of wind. All but one...

It was truly a horrible day in the eyes of one particular freshman. To him, the crowds were too loud and annoying, trumping around aimlessly like a herd. However, a herd of "lower" animals would have been quite less barbaric that the heap of humans as they pushed around and screamed in chaos not in order to say something but rather just for the sake of screaming. A group of enraged elephants would have been less boisterous than the creatures known as university students, who were a peculiar species indeed. Though, they were more irritating than intriguing... And also tall! The man had so far walked past at least 10 individuals to rival a giraffe, and each time he had been unable to stop himself from feeling jealousy rise from within the deepest corners of his guts. How dare these people tower over him! To top it all off, the weather was horrible! The man was sweating under the heat of the fleeting summer sun, yet when he attempted to remove an article of clothing soon the playful wind would rudely remind him that autumn was coming! He might not have grown up in better conditions (quite on the contrary; the winters in northern Sweden were unforgiving and rough, while the summers - short and mild), yet at least they were consistent!

How had he even ended up here in the first place!?

2nd October, 2015 | Swedavia airport, Lulea, Sweden

As Miho handed him a bouquet of flowers, his son couldn't help it and laughed aloud. This was very uncharacteristic of Isac, as he was someone renowned for his gloomy personality, yet his old man sure as hell knew how to crack him up. The little inside joke between father and son had thus resulted in making the younger one voice his happiness and bend as pain crept through his body, tears forming in his eyes. But he was crying out of joy.

Fun had been absent from his life for a while, more precisely - ever since he returned a couple of months ago from his journey during gap year. The days that followed were excruciatingly slow in Isac's eyes as he struggled to fit into his memory tons and tons of information from tons and tons of books that just piled up with every passing hour. It would appear that the soon to be uni student had finally gotten a reality check, realizing that "Hey, I am going to one of the best institutes in the world. It's high time I sat my ass down and at least attempted to better myself so that the stay there doesn't turn into a complete flop". Yeah, he kind of gave himself a hard time and in the end was seriously reconsidering going into the field of Biology...

But now it was nice to joke around with his dad and, most importantly, joke around about the same science that had been tormenting him - Biology. Even better, they were having a giggle due to Botany! And Miho knew all too well how much his son loathed, hated, detested this subject.

Not even waiting for his son to wipe his eyes and regain some level of composure, the older man spoke up "I want you to do me a classification of all the different flowers in that dandy bouquet."

"I will, dad... Promise" Isac had responded, a smile plastered across his face.

A couple moments of awkward silence passed... It was just Miho and Isac together and, despite loving each other unconditionally, the two didn't have a lot to talk about mainly because it was usually Isac's mum who would begin a discussion and carry it through. The father and son only conversed without Freja when the topic was related to science. Unfortunately, the woman was not here to aid them since her career was calling. As a perfectionist workaholic, she could not let her colleagues down! And so the two men were stuck here without the guidance of the loving Freja...

At last, Miho made a move and broke through the silence.

"What are you waiting for? Go already! Your life is waiting right up ahead... that, and 149 passengers so you best get going. Also, wipe that smile off your face. It's weird..."

Without a word, Isac finally boarded the plane to his new life...

2nd October, 2015 | Cambridge University, England

Well, said trip towards his new life lasted 3 hours and was pretty much the epitome of hell. Isac couldn't get a second of rest, despite his previous night being sleepless, and spent the flight simply staring at the passengers around him, who all looked comfortable and happy in their dreams. He missed Sweden... Yet, why did he miss Sweden?

Isac Mihov was not the type of person to feel homesick as he had traveled around during his gap year throughout which he had indulged wholeheartedly in the lifestyle of other cultures and the climate had never played too big of a part in his funtimes! Maybe this time around something else was at work - the fact that he was nervous. Being accepted into the university of your dreams sure is an astounding milestone, yet soon you come to realize that you are not a kid anymore and there are many obstacles in your path to glory (or even just getting a stable job...). With success came responsibilities and new challenges as well as rivals, some of which were light-years ahead of Isac... Nah, he was just feeling down because he is that type of person!

His behavior is honestly to no surprise as Isac Mihov is famous across the globe (and by globe I mean the town in which he grew up) as the most pessimistic individual to ever walk the Earth. At one point his view of life used to be quite honest as he generally disliked everything but at least back then he was able to take pleasure in the little things that existing had to offer. After a while, however, as people began noticing and publicly discussing this side of the man, he on his part started to intentionally find the downside of all he came across. In a couple of years, this way of teasing became an annoying subconscious habit.

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By mere chance, by the working of some miracle or even through the design of the hands of fate, Isac found himself at last stumbling into the Porter's Lodge. To be completely honest, at first he wasn't sure exactly where he was as whining about everything along the way appeared to have eaten away at his memories. This, of course, resulted in the man missing pieces and bits of time from his life but with Isac this was a regular occurrence. Sure, it would be nice to actually put to good use our free moments instead of being displeased throughout them but what has happened has happened and there is no going back...

At last coming back to his senses, Isac looked around, first spotting the words written above the desk and then landing his gaze on the man behind the desk. Interlocking gazes with this stranger was... unnerving at first but Isac soon came to realize that this person was about as done with everything as he was. So, after a short talk lacking in any enthusiasm from both parties, our hero fulfilled his quest and proceeded on his way to the dormitories.

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The building accommodating the arriving students seemed amazing to Isac. It was nothing too special when it came down to appliances and modern-day comforts but the shear historical value of the structure made it spectacular in the eyes even of people who understood close to nothing regarding architecture and design. The building was grand and Victorian, soaked in years of events and memories that as though flew around with the dust particles, made visible by the light coming in through the windows. One could easily visualize old-fashioned silhouettes moving across the bricks erratically, telling a forgotten tale. Probably a story that one would be tempted to be a part of... yet the past is just past...

Snapping out of his daydream, Isac continued up the stairs, onto the last floor and then down the hallway, on the way realizing that there were in total a lot of dorm rooms. This wasn't good news to him as more people meant more ruckus and unpleasantness and... well, in the very least his room was the furthest away which meant... something. He wasn't entirely sure what, but either way the location of his dorm made Isac feel comfortable. Yes, if he could he would have opted for an apartment off of campus but that wouldn't fit his pocket so best deal with what is at hand. Plus, it was a rather nice room, with a comfortable bed, large windows adorned by old-fashioned curtains, a... fireplace (which, disregarding the fact that its presence was weird, reminded Isac of home sweet home) and a desk by the biggest window. It wasn't anything too fancy and certainly needed a touch to make it feel like home, yet it definitely was far from shabby.

Tired of the day he had experienced (despite doing nothing and simply being sour throughout the whole experience) and not feeling the need to socialize in the very least, Isac resolved to unpacking, settling on the desk by the window and going down to study... and also getting a vase for the bouquet before it reached its demise.​

WRITING SAMPLE II

A SHORTER EXCERPT FROM A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT RP, ALBEIT A MORE RECENT ONE

Next came a very... peculiar man. Dressed in screaming clothing with leather pants and gloves, a long fur coat and Oxford shoes, grey T-shirt with profanities sprawled over it and sunglasses, this odd figure approached the bridge to the gates of hell without having to be persuaded. He honestly just wanted to get this over with, not caring for his demise and neither for the "grand plan" he was chosen to be a part of. The idea of bringing back saints for the price of wrongdoers’ souls was not going to work either way since humans deserved the calamity that was plaguing them. Or so he thought... In the very least, the event of entering Inferno was inevitable and he, as a sinner, knew quite well that he belonged in Hell.

Yet, CC did not intend to go down without one final mind-blowing performance. "For my final magic trick, I shall not be a scam artists... for once." he shouted, turning to the "audience"... no response. Shocked, yet not discouraged CC continued "This is true magic, folks, and all of you can do the same trick because we all deserve to walk this bridge. We all deserve to burn in the eternal fires of Hell, as James Joyce described them: "torture that sustains eternally that which it eternally devours". And now... you shall see this scum vanish into thin air!"

He ran. What else could he do? He ran straight up ahead, taking not even a moment to glimpse back at what he was leaving behind for CC would not miss this world, and neither looking down at his feet for what happened under the bridge was not of his concern. All that mattered was up ahead - the gates of Hell.

Suddenly, CC found himself unable to catch his breath, as though being choked by a rope from behind. The invisible obstacle only became tighter as the man approached his destination, burrowing into his flesh yet leaving no wounds. It also became heavier... and soon CC realized that it was a chain as more appeared to hold him back. If they were real, as in physical, they would have held him back since the man bared no strength at all, yet this was more of a psychological bond which he had to break free from. The voices didn't help as they pleaded the man to just give up and return to safety. They were familiar and gentle... which meant that they had very little effect on CC. He had lost all family and friendship values a long time ago and the amplifying whispers in the air only served as an eerie annoyance...

The silence in front of the gates of hell felt wonderful as he reached them. The chains had also vanished somewhere along the way, yet CC appeared to have additionally lost his coat as well as sunglasses... what a tragedy! Irritated by this fact, the man wasted no time in offering his right hand. "Let's just get this over with..."

His magic trick was now completed…​

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Name


Montgomery "MONTY" Payne


Age


18


Gender


Male


Sexual and Romantic Orientation


Possibly PANROMANTIC BISEXUAL.The boy is quite unsure currently, though no matter the situation he prefers not to label himself as anything since all narrowing terms are a nuisance to Monty. However, it is true that he appears to posses some sort of fondness for both genders.




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Powers


SCHRODINGER'S CAT EMBODIMENT


The ability to be a walking anomaly - both dead and alive at the same time.


There is no way to put this gift into words or give a full explanation, since it is in its essence nonexistent. A paradox would be the best way to describe it. Monty is extremely dualistic in nature, which is exactly the way the boy likes it - he has always believed that being fluid and not easily defined is the best state to be in, so his power ties in perfectly with his individual idea of imperfect perfection. To begin to communicate this skill one has to comprehend Schrodinger's cat - a thought experiment, putting to theoretical practice the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics, which induces a state known as quantum superposition - being linked to a subatomic set of random events that have a 50-50 chance of occurring or not occurring. Monty has been under the influence of this mathematical paradox since his 13th birthday, being equally probably dead and equally probably alive.


He's simply... there and not there all together. What good is all this, you might be asking yourself. Well, being the embodiment of a puzzling problem of this sort has granted Monty a set of capabilities, among which being immune to physical damage as long as he remains under the constant influence of his power. This means that no sort of wound will have any effect on the user - he can simply keep on walking after being pierced, shot, having fallen from an absurd height, having suffered an accident, drowned, etc. And all this without any injuries. The downside is that this sub-skill has a limit, which will expire as soon as he is observed by a certain designated viewer, which just so happens to be his mother. Basically, Monty can never again see his own mum or all the traumas he has endured thus far into his life will come crashing down on him all at once and, quite obviously, result in his untimely demise. It's a power with consequences, yet certainly one worth it since not only does it allow the user to manage incredible feats, reaching a state close to immortality (or at least invulnerability), but also put other designated objects under the law of quantum superposition - whether they be animate or inanimate. Monty is, in a sense, rejecting reality and bending it out of shape.

Physical description


Standing at 6' (1.83 m) and weighing 154 lbs (70kg), Monty is a rather usual man. There is nothing too outrageous regarding his outlook - he is of an average body type (well-built, yet not too defined), possessing a slightly bent forward posture, which takes away from his overall height. His eyes are of a hazel hue, leaning towards bluish, and his hair together with patchy brows compliment this with their brown coloring, being usually combed to the side. One thing that stands out regarding Monty would be his countless moles, thought they remain hidden and plastered across his torso as well as back, yet not face - he proudly carries one at the base of his neck, on the left shoulder-blade, on his left hip and two on both his shoulders among many others.


As most average-looking individuals, the man doesn't like to stand out with his outfits either. He is one to prefer more subdued colors and has a liking for trench coats, bomber jackets, sweaters, pants (never jeans), belts and fancy shoes. Warm clothes are his favorite attire, and he adores layering on his articles of clothing due to being somewhat self-conscious about his body, despite there being nothing to worry about. Supposedly he is simply shy. The same vibe comes off with his accessories, seeing as he never overdoes them - the occasional scarf, beanie and gloves are enough for him, though he also has a soft spot for aviator glasses. Of course, he is forced to put on his reading glasses sometimes in order to, well, read.

Biography


Monty was born incredibly lucky - he is the only child of the upper-class Scottish family of a renowned quantum physician as well as an impressionist artists. A rather odd combination, which resulted in a rather odd offspring. One might suppose he grew up in luxury, and they would be absolutely right - the boy was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and received countless opportunities, which even he deems as unfair from his current perspective. However, as karma would have it, his life always lacked something quite essential instead, which was his father's love. Monty's old man, being of a more logical and mathematical mindset, began putting pressure on his son from the moment he was brought into this world, wanting his kid to excel in everything, be the best, turn into a genius such as his father. He was living through his child and placing an immense amount of stress on such a young individual. As a matter of fact, he signed him up for lessons in chess at the age of 5 and began homeschooling him in physics. Despite being talented at disciplines of this nature, the boy never enjoyed them, seeing as they were forced onto him. However, he constantly tried his best, striving for perfection solely so as to be granted his father's pride in him and at least once have the adult smile down at him with something akin to care. This never happened - his dad always wanted only more and more, meaning that Monty sacrificed his friendships with his peers only so as to please his parent. This resulted in the boy having a dysfunctional communication with society and growing up to be an awkward nervous mess.


The sole person that could relieve him from his turmoils and take his mind off of his dad shouting at him due to even the tiniest mistake was his mother. She was the polar opposite to Monty's dad - charming, composed, caring, loving, generally pleasant and accepting. However, she did have one thing in-common with the old man. She was talented, yet in a whole different area - that of art. Music, painting, dancing, acting - she could do it all, and so worked as an entertainer at posh parties. Whilst not off traveling somewhere for festivals, she spent time alone with her son, teaching him her crafts and philosophy. As a result, the woman passed down her skills to her child. In all honesty, Monty was not that promising in art at first, though he liked it a ton more than maths, and ended up becoming amazing at drawing and playing a couple instruments through persistent hard work. His times spent with his dearest mother were his happiest - they distracted him from his other stress-filled lessons.


And yet, as he grew up and came to realize more regarding life, he noticed that there was another issue within his family life. His father was... a cold man. He had seemingly never loved anyone besides himself, which meant he held Monty's mother in no regard, and that made her feel, naturally, saddened. Even when she tried to discuss this matter, the sole outcome would be endless arguments. On Monty's 13th birthday, his parents' marriage collapsed completely and they announced quite unceremoniously that they were going to get divorced. The boy had seen this coming from mils away, yet actually hearing these suspicious confirmed and uttered past the lips of his mum made him go into a breakdown. Not able to take the situation, Monty left his home in the Scottish countryside alongside one another boy (a "friend" of his due to his family's influence) that had been invited to his birthday party, which never did take place... The two strode on to the nearest woods, Monty in the front, speed-walking through the thicket in a very specific mixture of hopelessness and rage. The two were headed for an old abandoned mansion, which the boys had known of for quite a while, yet never dared venture into until now. Of course, Monty's companion was not too keen on this idea, yet Monty did not care in the least. He went in alone... and never came out.


After an hour of sitting outside waiting, his "friend" ran back to the Paynes' residence to alert the parents of their child's disappearance. A massive search was conducted and it took the rescue party two hours extra to get Monty out - he had fallen from the 4th story after it's floor had collapsed, and had ended up not only buried under a ton of rubble but also impaled through his stomach with one of the rusty pipes at the bottom of the structure. He was barely alive, yet still breathing, and taken into the ER as soon as the medics miraculously got him out of his tricky predicament. The risk of him passing away was still very high, unfortunately, and, as fate would have it, after fighting to stabilize the 13 year-old for over four hours, they lost him. Monty's heartbeat became flat and both his parents were sent into a shock, including his father, who felt a burning guilt rise from within.


Suddenly, Mony's eyes opened and he began looking around frantically in confusion. The equipment attached to him showed no signs of heart or brain activity, yet he sure as hell was talking and asking confused questions or retelling confusing descriptions of what the doctors soon listed this off to have been a near-death experience. However, the kid fell silent once more as soon as his parents came in, specifically his mother. His body began trashing around, as if he was dying all over again, and his relatives were escorted outside immediately. He again as if came back from the dead, reanimated, and the situation repeated itself a few more times before his father came to the conclusion that something was triggering Monty into dying and resurrecting repeatedly.


The cause of this suffering needed to be removed and as soon as he got out of hospital, with strangely no wounds, a scar or any another physical reminder of the incident, his father took him away. Monty's old man may be tough to deal with, yet he was intelligent enough to make the connections immediately and separate the mother and son for both of their sake. Ever since then Monty has lives (reluctantly) with his dad in the USA, not lain eyes upon his mother or spoke to her due to the woman being utterly traumatized, and had his special abilities awakened. They began manifesting more and more as time pressed on, and so his guardian made the choice to pull his child out of school once he turned 16 as well as focus on finding an answer to the enigma that was his very offspring. On his search for answers, the now changed father stumbled upon Winslow Academy and was quick to enroll his son.

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Absurdum

Likes


♚PHILOSOPHY - Monty has always been that one kid that overuses quotes from obscure philosophers to prove a point and be cryptic for the sake of being cryptic. Maybe due to this very nature, the boy is a fan of anything obscure and thought-provoking, enjoying to brood on every topic known to man. He thinks a little too much...


♛ART - painting, drawing, music, writing - these are all things the boy adores and is well-versed in due to taking lessons in most since very early on. He is also intrigued by art history and prefers the old-school ways to moderns ones, taking inspiration for his own creations from the great masters of humankind.


♜NIGHTTIME - to Monty everything is better and more poetic at night - the streets are more peaceful, nature is more beautiful, all activities seem a lot more fun to do once the sun sets. In his eyes this is when life reaches its peak as the most wonderful and bright things begin to shine the brightest thanks to their contrast with the shadows. Due to his infatuation with darkness, the man can be seen staying up late in the middle of the night to stargaze or simply stroll around in the chill air.


♝COLD WEATHER - summer is literal hell to this man, who adores autumn and winter. This is not that much thanks to genuinely enjoying the cold, but rather because this time of the year allows for him to wear comfy clothing as well as curl up in front of a fireplace with a good book in hand, which is his ultimate pastime.


♞ABANDONED PLACES - Monty has a love-hate relationship with anything decrepit due to his bad history with such structures. However, even to this day, he will take the risk of venturing into an abandoned building due to the awe it inspires within him. Plus, such spaces are very much like the boy - there and not there simultaneously.

Dislikes


♔NOISINESS - Monty values silence and solitude above all - you can say it's his "natural habitat". Hence, any loud and sudden disruptions irritate the man, to the point of him getting severe headaches as well as an annoying buzz resounding in his ears for hours even after getting rid of the source of the disturbance. As a result, he cannot stand large crowds and parties, simply due to being unable to withstand their noise.


♕COCKY INDIVIDUALS - In Monty's eyes profuse confidence is far from a virtue - it leads to being a prick instead, and this is something the boy can't stand. Due to this, he can sometimes be fast to judge individuals that are more on the extroverted side, though this does not mean he is incapable of befriending them. He simply dislikes those that are a little too cheeky to deal with.


♖NARCISSISM - being in love with oneself ties in with Monty's displeasure with cockiness. However, this time around vanity actually contrasts with the man's values, which is why he occasionally takes up debating and arguing with people he deems to be narcissistic and shallow. Sometimes his accusations can be unjustified, however...


♗HUMOR - this is not to say that Monty is opposed to a good laugh. The boy simply... lacks a sense of humor. Call him dense or slow or whatnot, yet truth be told he is very unfeeling when it comes down to the funny side of things, having a natural affinity for everything serious and "profound". Unfortunately, due to this aspect of Monty's character he doesn't really get pranks and jokes, hence views them as pointless and sometimes even offensive. Basically, he is an unintentional and hopeless killjoy.


♘CUTE WORDS - Monty is stoic by default. Maybe it is thanks to this fact that anything cutesy language-wise (specifically pet-names) makes his gut turn. It simply force the man to feel uncomfortable.

Strengths


♙SELF-DEPENDENT - Monty can be summer up as a solo player. He just doesn't do well in a team, which has been the primary drive behind the man becoming quite independent. Plus, this fact additionally aids in him avoiding drama and the occasional backstabbing that eventually goes down among any set of individuals.


♙CREATIVE - art is one of those things that flows in his blood, thus it's no surprise that the boy has a knack for abstract things. This also translates into his everyday life, seeing as Monty is good at coming up with unconventional solutions to issues and so forth.


♙METICULOUS - Monty is an odd combination between an artistic and logical soul, possibly as a result of his upbringing. Hence, he is quite the well-organized guy, sometimes to the point of reaching the status of a clean-freak. He simply enjoys it when things have some sort of coherent order.

Weaknesses


♟ALOOF - Monty has a hard time opening up, which means he comes off as unfriendly. As much as he is a lone wolf when it comes down to work, it's necessary for every being to have at least one companion. Unfortunately, the boy appears to push people away, albeit not on purpose.


♟PRETENTIOUS - it's ironic that a person who dislikes narcissism and cockiness would be pretentious, yet that's the case with Monty. He has a very fake attitude, desperate to make himself seem intelligent, and this ends up being unbelievably annoying.


♟LACKS CONFIDENCE - Monty tries his best to seem like an intellectual due to a very sad fact - he lacks self-esteem. The boy is simply an indecisive wreck.

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Miscellaneous


♚ Monty has known how to play the ACCORDION since he was 5, taking after his mother. It's one of those skills he takes great pride in, alongside his knowledge in art (specifically anything anatomy-related), which he took up even earlier - at age 4. The boy will usually take any chance to showcase these skills of his, especially randomly taking along his old maroon accordion to events as well performing outside for fun. He has a dream of "working" as a street artists during at least one summer of his life. A more obscure talent of Monty's, which few suspect, is the fact that he is additionally a pro at the kazoo. As ridiculous as this sounds, this instrument also requires some mastery.


♛ He is absolutely phenomenal at CHESS and MATHEMATICS. This he got from his father and there were even attempts to make Monty into a great professor of some sort, yet the man preferred the humanitarian rout to things. Even to this day, however, he takes pleasure in a good game of chess (even against himself, which he partakes in worryingly often...).


♜ Monty, as someone who grew up deep in the farthest parts of the Scottish countryside, has been cursed (or alternatively blessed in some individuals' eyes) with a very thick ACCENT. Despite his attempts to hide this side of his, since he has been mocked a couple of times in the past (predominantly by Americans), it's something that surfaces especially clearly while he is tense, angered or worried. If the situation becomes too heated or awkward for him, Monty usually ends up speaking in an incredibly fast and unintelligible manner, throwing in some dialects here and there.


♝ Apart from his mother tongue (English), the boy is fluent in two other languages thanks to his father pushing him to become a polyglot as early as his turning 6. Said languages are FRENCH and GERMAN, though nowadays he has also been self-teaching himself Russian for the sake of it. Due to his knowledge in the subject of speech, Monty can occasionally be heard utilizing an odd accent just because...


♞ He has been a SMOKER since the age of 12. The boy that got him into trouble on his 13th birthday was the one to introduce Monty to the cigarette one year prior to the tragedy. Ever since then, the boy has been addicted, yet it all started with the wish to seem cool. This habit never left, and this shows by the fact that Monty's fingertips have become faintly yellow due to smoking at least a pack a day. He takes up a "cancer stick" whenever the situation is stressful or boring, and hence possesses a very gravelly voice to match up with his Scottish accent.

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[call me rae]

• Student Information
• Power Assessment
• Personality Assessment
• Background Check
• Extra Curriculars
• Application Essay

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  Name : Raymond Edgar Chandler
  
  
  Alias : Shockwave
  
  
  Age : 19
  
  
  Gender : Male
  
  
  Year : First
  
  
  Occupation : Student
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  Height : 6'
  
  
  Weight : 180 lbs
  
  
  Hair : dity blonde
  
  
  Eyes : pale blue-grey
  
  
  Build : slender
  
  
  Notes: none
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  primary powers

  
  
  
  unique physiology : Ray's body is altered at a molecular level to vibrate at frequency that allows him to see into other dimensions or alternate timelines.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  secondary powers

  
  
  
  inter-dimensional detection : he see into alternate dimensions or realities.
  
  
  bond empowerment : his powers are stabilized by close proximity with his relative katherine standford.
  
  
  siesmic wave : he can emit seismic vibrations from his body ( typically focused from his hands ) in the form of shock waves
  
  
  vibration immunity : due to the nature of his powers, ray is immune to any attacks that involve vibrations or seismic activity. he can also sense natural seismic vibration such as earth quakes, easily.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  power limitations

  
  
  
  twin proximity : ray must remain within arms length of kate at virtually all times. the further apart the two are the more unpredictable both their powers become.
  
  
  aim : when ray uses his seismic shockwaves they only cover the area directly in front of his outstretched arms, so therefore he must aim carefully when shooting them.
  
  
  dopplegangers : when looking into alternate realities ray can only see variations of himself and kate going about their lives.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  likes : movies, comics, alternate realities
  
  
  dislikes : physical exercise, lack of control of his powers, bullies
  
  
  goals : to be able to travel through time/realities
  
  
  fears : losing kate
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  str. : enthusiastic, smart, strong defense
  
  
  weak. : physical fighting, doesn't take things seriously, absent-minded
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Character Assessment

  
  
  
  Ray has known practically since his powers first manifested that he was destined for great things. A lifelong fan of comics and their heroes he took his apparent ability to do the impossible as a sign from the gods that he was meant to be his own superhero someday.
  
  
  With that in mind Raymond spent his childhood “researching” the many literary heroes in comics and mainstream literature. He mimicked them where he could - joining the cub scouts or volunteering his time away. He even cultivated catchphrases and tried to learn fighting techniques.
  
  
  So needless to say his enthusiasm for his current situation knows no bounds. He is finally getting a real handle on his abilities and learning to use them for Truth, Justice, and the American Way. He is also loving the chance to help his own personal damsel in distress - great aunt Katie - learn to live in the 21st century.
  
  
  When not lost in daydreams of heroics he tends to be busily working with his powers, constantly striving for that point where he will gain enough control to actually visit the wonderful places he only sees glimpses of in his visions.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Student Background

  
  
  
  Raymond grew up in a single parent household surrounded by women. He has three older sisters and a mother all of whom cheerfully terrorized him as a boy. The Chandler women where all convinced they didn’t need no man and would often take pains to remind any potential suitors of that fact in the most embarrassing or harsh way necessary.
  
  
  From an early age Raymond had a healthy respect for women and lived in terror of the time when he would ‘become a man’ as it seemed to be something that his nearest and dearest met with somewhat resigned disgust. He was taught to treat women with unflailing respect and to understand that being a man didn’t give him the right to walk all over people.
  
  
  While the Chandler women might have been more than a tad heavy handed in their message the thought behind it was always sincere. They wanted little Ray to grow up to be the kind of man that respected women and knew that gender had nothing to do with the heights a person could reach.
  
  
  And while to a certain extend Ray would be the first to tell you he believes wholeheartedly in the ability of women to do anything up to and including world domination, he would also admit to be in general somewhat terrified of women. Which makes interpersonal relationships with anyone outside of his family more than slightly awkward.
  
  
  To add insult to injury Raymond was forever reading comics or other fantasy novels, he especially enjoyed anything that mentioned time travel or other dimensions. His fascination with such nerdy pursuits did not endear him to his age bracket once the rest of his contemporaries left middle school.
  
  
  But his lifelong obsession proved to have deep roots when his powers first manifested. It was early in his teens when he began to suffer from debilitating migraines and vivid hallucinations, or what his family thought were hallucinations. They put him on a dizzying cocktail of drugs but nothing seemed to work, his powers always leaked out. If that wasn’t bad enough the drugs also seemed to only kick start his secondary ability of shockwaves.
  
  
  After destroying half the house in a fit his family took him off the drugs and started to get creative. The family took to the internet and library, frantically trying to figure out a way to aid the youngest member of the Chandler clan. In the meantime Raymond became something of a recluse. Sticking to his home and trying to learn to make do with daily visions and the uncontrolled tremor working through him and shaking the house.
  
  
  Eventually salvation came years later in the form of a letter from Winslow Academy. His family were literally at the ends of their rope and eagerly drove him the entire way to the Manor within a day of getting the letter.
  
  
  As soon as he arrived on campus things began to go better. The people at the campus could help him and when his great - great - great - great - great - aunt showed up clear out of the blue and the two formed a bond it was like Raymond had been given a miracle. His powers finally began to settle and the two were able to help one another.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Cisco hummed a along with his headphones as he exited Jitters with his standard order of coffee. It was three cups because he liked to bring enough for everyone to have a second cup, assuming Caitlin had beaten him to the Lab again and already delivered the first batch. He was eager to get back to work on some of the DNA synthesizers he was working on for Dr. Wells and Caitlin. There were already some strange anomalies in Barry Allen’s blood, things that made Cisco’s inner geek squeal with glee. He was sure they meant that when Barry woke up he was going to be another Superman or at least super human. Granted he kept those thoughts to himself mostly when speaking to his colleagues. There was only so much joking around they would take, even from him.
  
  
  Going into his “radioactive spider” spiel as he liked to call his personal theory on the formula of Lightning Strike + Dark Matter = Superhero!, was something he reserved for when things were really awkward. His coworkers didn’t really like to mix “pseudo-science” and “real world science” but it did sometimes get a laugh. In those first few weeks when their failures and losses had felt so suffocating that he had reacted with jokes and brevity almost in self defense. It had always fallen flat, until Barry Allen had shown up and they all had been given a fresh chance at redemption.
  
  
  The whole superhero thing had been a joke at first, something to make his - sister? girlfriend? - laugh but as time went on and Cisco and Caitlin studied more and more of the phenomenon that was Barry Allen, Cisco became convinced he really was some kind of super human. He just lacked the tech to prove it. Which is why he spent most of the time he was at the Labs trying to figure out a way to pinpoint just what, if any, “super human” abilities Barry might be developing.
  
  
  He was so busy thinking of possible improvements to the DNA synthesizer that should help validate his little theory that he walked through security in a daze and only really started paying attention when he got to the main hub of the Lab and saw that things had gotten really chaotic in his absense. There was Dr. Wells and Caitlin being, er well none of his business, and holy smokes Barry was actually awake.
  
  
  “Oh s**t, guys he’s awake! “
  
  
  He exclaimed before rushing forward, hastily dropping the coffee off at an empty desk. He was quick to begin looking the readings from the various machines while the patient attempted to rip out the various tubes connected to him. Caitlin could handle the medical side of things he was more interested in the readings of his brainwaves and such before he woke up.
  
  
  “Dude how do you feel?”
  
  
  He asked finally turning to Barry excitedly. He just knew this was the moment his superhero theory was going to finally pay off.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[EricSings]

Benjamin James Harman

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"I'm sorry, what was that?" Benjamin

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EARTH MOVE

Likes: The great outdoors, singing, animals, listening to birds sing, swimming/the ocean, camping, music of all types, a wholesome meal and meeting new people.

Dislikes: Cooking, manipulative people, dishonesty, small spaces, mention of his family.


Strengths: He does not easily give up, loyal, confident, possesses a strong singing voice, he is in control of his powers, kind, independent, athletic and passionate.


Weaknesses: Tunes a lot of people out, a bit of a softie at times, certain men.

UNDER MY FEET

Born in New Hampshire, Benjamin lived a normal life with his father, Ralph, until his teen years. Benjamin's mother divorced Ralph when he was only four-years-old, but fortunately for Ralph, he had just started managing North Country Angler. The man loved fishing, and he one day hoped his son would take over his shop for fishermen. When Benjamin was seven, his father took him out for his first fishing trip. Benjamin will always remember these times with his father, even if he had no interest in catching fish.

As Benjamin grew older, he was fifteen when he realized he liked other guys. Feeling like he could still talk to his pops about anything, the boy told his father he thought he was gay. Ralph didn't like hearing his son talk about such filth, waiting until nightfall to remove his beloved son from his home. He told Benjamin to return in a week, but only if he realized what it was really like to be a man. Filled with emotion, Benjamin lurked into the evergreen woods, walking the familiar path he usually took to get to school. He was going to go to his best friend Saria's house, he felt love when he was with Saria and her mother. They would help him, understand him. Before exiting the woods, the boy looked behind him, the thought of his father enraging him. A large boulder was to his left, and all he remembers today is focusing the hatred he felt for his father on that specific boulder, all before it was sent flying at an impeccable speed through the darkened forest.


Saria and her mother took Benjamin in, helping him get through high school and providing what his father never really could. Benjamin enjoyed encouraging Saria to explore the woods with him, and one day he revealed his gift to her, raising both of his arms and crashing two large boulders together from a safe distance. Saria couldn't believe her eyes, but was anxious to show her best friend something her mother picked up from the local newsstand. It was a paper, with elegant writing, a paper far too important to be pinned to the message board of New Hampshire with a tack. To Benjamin's surprise, the paper was an invitation for young people to visit Maine and show their strengths at Winslow Academy.


THANK YOU FOR THIS LOVELY CODING @Eunoia

"I always stop to smell the roses." Benjamin

 

[eclipsa]

Marilyn Elizabeth Thatcher

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tell me, are you afraid to die? Marilyn

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death in the

Likes:


+Fucking shit up


+Cemeteries


+Dead things


+Scaring people into thinking they're dying


+Playing with boys' hearts


Dislikes:


-Goody two shoes


-Mornings


-Uniforms


-Authority figures


-Messes


Strengths:


+Really skilled with certain aspects of her powers (specifically death-force manipulation and magic)


+Manipulative


+Sneaky


+Not afraid harm someone


Weaknesses:


-Very unsure of how powerful she is/can become


-Power hungry


-Cocky


-Detached from from emotion

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palm of my hands

Marilyn's life started out just as normal as any other kid's. Good working parents, a few close friends, etc. That all changed when her parents died in an accident, caused by the arrival of Marilyn's powers. All she did was touch them once, and they died. Not peacefully, it was excruciating. She was ten when this happened, and was adopted mere days before her sixteenth birthday by a woman named Helen.

Helen was a very powerful mutant with the ability to help Marilyn control her powers. She had adopted and fostered many other powered children, helping them to keep their powers in tact. It was here that Marilyn met Maddox, her adoptive brother. They become close immediately, almost inseparable.


Before being adopted, Marilyn was in and out of foster homes. She had no way to control her powers and caused many deaths. Eventually, she became able to shut off her emotions and stopped getting attached. This seemed to help curb her powers, at least enough that she didn't cause death just by touching someone. She became so shut off that she was put into a home for ill orphans. She liked it there, she couldn't hurt anyone because they didn't touch her.


She heard about Winslow from Helen and decided it might be a good idea to apply.

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we all have our secrets, sweetie Marilyn

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[offbeat]

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Appearance

|| Height ||

Lewis: 6'2"


Alistair: 6'1"


|| Weight ||


Lewis: 144 lbs


Alistair: 133.5 lbs


|| Built ||


Both share the same built; slimmed and lean, yet toned. However, as Lewis is the more athletic one, he is built stronger than his brother.


|| Eyes ||


A mix of hazel and olive


|| Hair ||


Plain brown; often tyled to perfection, collected yet somewhat messy.


|| Body modifications/Scars ||


Now this is were you can get to seperate the twins. For a starter, Alistair has several tattoos on his body, while Lewis has none. These tattoos include a small bird on his upper back, an anchor on his wrist and a minimalistic rose on his ribcage. Other differences is that Lewis has a scar on his face, a small one that creates the slightest gap in his right eyebrow.


|| Clothing Style ||


Lewis' style is fairly simple. Plain t-shirts in either black, white or grey. Allthough he prefers them plain, some of them has simple prints. He prefers jeans and sneakers most of the time, but can be seen wearing chelsea boots every now and then. As he dislikes overly accecorized outfits, Lewis would never consider any scarves, jewelry or hats.


Alistair's style is quite different from his brother's. He prefers button-ups and chinos of lighter colors such as beige and white. He wears much more color than his brother, colors that include light coral, blue, red and even a bit of green at times.


More often than not they switch clothes and hairstyles to trick others for the sole purpose of a good laugh.


|| Telling the two apart ||


Other than previously mentioned features in the scars/tattoos section and their clothes, there are still some ways to seperate the twins. For a starter, Lewis has a much sharper face. A stronger jawline, more prominent cheekbones and a pointier nose. Alistair however, has a softer look. With rounder cheeks, slightly wider face and an overall "nice-guy" appearance. Their eyes are also very different; while Alistair has lively yet adorable eyes similar to those of a puppy's, Lewis has slightly narrower once with a teasing hint in them. Also, Lewis' smile is somewhat crooked, while Alistair's is straight. Furthermore, their hairstyles are fairly different as well. Lewis has straight hair that is often pushed to his left, Alistair has curlier hair that he keeps to his right. Also, the most notable difference is that Alistair wears glasses from time to time, which Lewis does not.


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Persona

|| Likes ||

Lewis:


Cats - Swimming - Orienteering - Sports in general - Cinnamon rolls - Italian food -


Alistair:


Music (especially rock and alternative) - Reading - Video games - Drawing - Grapefruits - Rainy weather


|| Dislikes ||


Lewis:


Obnoxious people - Horror movies/stories - Awkward silences - Coffee - Lack of respect - Liquorice


Alistair:


Stuck-up jerks - Rudeness - Shallowness - Hot chocolate - Clean-freaks - Being told what to do


|| Strengths ||


Lewis:


Adaptable - Athletic - Physically and mentally strong - Close to fearless


Alistair:


Creative - Original - A bit of a crazy genious - Quick-thinker - Impeccable computer-hacker - Very sociable


|| Weaknesses ||


Lewis:


Still in the process of mastering his abilities - Afraid to feel - Somewhat shy/drawn back - Runs from his emotions


Alistair:


Still in the process of mastering his abilities - Feels to quickly and deeply - Easily distracted - Sensitive


|| Biography ||


|| Theme song ||


||Other ||


Most of the time, they switch classes. Alistair is much better at math and science, while Lewis is better at gym and history; which is why Alistair would show up to Lewis' math and science classes, while Lewis appears in Alistair's gym and history classes.

Writing Sample

Dakota Jeong - ?? W I N G I T ??

Eli Fitzgerald - ???????

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[EricSings]

"I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am stronger than I look." - Starfire

Name: Myra Jean Healy


Age: 23


Gender: Female


Birthday: August, 1st ~ Leo


Sexual preference: She likes men.


Myra has a slender, tanned frame and stands at 5'11" with long legs. Her hair cascades below the middle of her back slightly, and she definitely enjoys styling it from time to time. Normally, it is in loose curls, or up in a bun or high ponytail. She has big, green eyes and thick eyebrows, and prefers wearing light make up when she goes out. However, she likes bright eye shadows.


Being treated with common respect is important to Myra, as she minds her manners and shows kindness to people she meets. She is stylish, graceful, and usually walks swiftly with her head held high.

Powers

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Psychic Constructs - Similar to Psylocke (Marvel), Myra can create blades and swords from psychic energy at will.


Telekinesis - The power to manipulate objects/matter with her mind.

Personality

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Likes: Exploring her powers, having fun, dancing, swimming/the ocean, sunsets, romance novels, and receiving gifts.


Dislikes: Waiting, dishonesty, rainy days, being talked down to.


Strengths: Confident, stealthy, in tune with her emotions.


Weaknesses: Candy, animals, easily distracted, certain men.

Myra's Biography



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As a young child, Myra was raised by her mother, Adora. Her father left the two when she was still very young, but Adora was able to support Myra on her own. They lived in New York, and Adora worked as a famous bridal gown designer. Myra was in ballet until she was thirteen, and enjoyed choir and drama class in high school.


When she turned eighteen, Myra's mother was introduced to methamphetamine at an after party for her 50th designed dress, and ever since that evening has gone down hill. She had helped her daughter get into modeling, and luckily for Myra, she was signed to a profound New York agency for young female models. She worked locally in New York, gracing several runways and posing for photo shoots. While Adora was proud of her beloved, beautiful daughter, she had new interests in mind. Her bridal gown business failed, and all she could think of at times was how to find her next fix. Myra loves her mother, and will always stay in touch with her the best she can, even today. At twenty years of age, Myra moved to Maine to live with her aunt, a cryptic woman with many books inside her home. Spell books, perhaps?


Myra enjoys the change of scenery in Maine, as this is where she discovered her powers. One day, her aunt pulled her close. "You are special, dear. Not only for your looks, but you have psychic abilities." Her aunt instructed Myra to focus on the energy she felt about her mothers addiction, to let it fester inside of her until she couldn't contain it anymore. In her right hand was a glowing, psychic katana. Struck by what happened, Myra dropped the sword, the violet colored energy then disappearing.


"Yes, just as I thought. Winslow Academy is the place for you, Myra."

 

[philocaly]

??? Albany Chang ???

"Emotions drive you nuts, they're a waste of time." - Albany Chang

Logically

Name:


Albany Chang


Age:


19


Gender:


Cisgender; Female


Sexual and romantic orientation:


Bisexual Demiromantic


Physical description:


Albany could be described as pretty. But it's not in the 'bleach blonde hair and perfect body' sort of way. Her beauty is more... Edgy and mysterious, which matches up with her personality I suppose. Her originally messy brown hair was dyed to a beautiful shade of red, paired with piercing dark eyes that are framed by long lashes in contrast to dewy pale skin. Albany's body is not much to look at, other than the fact that she's very tall, especially for a girl. Standing at 6'0 and weighing a healthy weight of 148 lbs with barely any curves, Albany's happy with her body type.


Power(s):


Electrokinesis - User can create, shape and manipulate electricity.

Adept

Likes:


-Chess


-Poker


-Puzzle Games


-Video Games


-Debating


-Being In Charge


-Movies


Dislikes:


-Emotional People


-Whiners


-Stupidity


-Losing


-Failure


-Being A Follower


-Slow Talkers


Strengths:


-Intelligent


-Quick Reflexes


-Able to endure several hits at once


-Quick Thinker


-Persuasive, the amount of times she's made someone do something for her is tremendous despite her lack of social skills


-Straightforward, this can be taken both ways, the good side is that people always go to her for her honest opinion


Weaknesses:


-Not physically strong


-Independent to a fault


-Merciless, with no sense of mercy when she wants to hurt someone


-Lazy, refusing to do anything that she deems unnecessary


-Unkind, she doesn't like to help, she thinks it makes her look soft


-Straightforward, again, this can be a bad thing too as it makes her look mean when she's stating her opinion

Apathetic

Biography:


Growing up, Albany was never the typical child. While everyone would be out frolicking in the meadows or playing tag, Albany liked to play chess with her older brother, read or just stay up till late hours to complete her video games. It was safe to say that she was a shut in, keeping herself away from other kids or the outdoors, and just staying inside to do things that seemed fun to her at the time. Though her parents weren't happy about this. Her parents were probably the exact opposite of her, going out to mingle with other couples, suggesting wacky and dangerous adventures, needing Albany to pull them out of La La Land.


But soon, Albany discovered her powers. It was just a normal day, nothing too special, when she was talking to her brother and coincidentally was standing near a switch. As they left the room, Albany's fingers came in contact with the switch, and not knowing she had powers, accidentally tripped the electricity for her entire house. And when these sort of things happened too often to be coincidence, her parents shipped her off to Winslow.


Theme Song:


[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGjdSGhsD7o[/media]

Creature

Writing Sample:


"Ma'am I need you to return to your seat please, the plane is landing." The flight attendant gave Maki sort of a pained and pleading look, repeating that line for the fourth time already. "But I need to pee." The stubborn girl grumbled, her voice harsh and demanding. The flight attendant spoke into the microphone hooked to her perfectly ironed out collar, a burly man soon walking towards the two. Maki glared at the other woman, walking back to her seat and clicking her seat belt back on before propping her arm up on the arm rest and resting her head on her fist, bored expression on her face. "Ladies and gentlemen, please buckle your seats as we are about to land. Thank you." She scratched her head lazily before pulling out her manga which she had brought in her hand carry satchel, if she couldn't piss, at least she could squeeze in a few pages of the book. As she read the last line, licking her lips nervously at the cliff hanger of an ending, the airplane came to a stop and people started filing out. Maki looked up from the manga and shoved it back into her bag, walking briskly towards the exit, but on the way, she'd passed the toilet, so you know... She did what she needed to do.


As her sneakers hit the marble floors of the airport, Maki smiled to herself, making eye contact with a passerby while giving the dude a grin. But as she looked around, Maki felt a tad bit self conscious, everyone else looked so dressed up and fancy, and here she was, in her simple outfit. It was comfy but it wasn't exactly expensive or fancy. In fact, it was pretty cheap. Not like night market type cheap, but it was from just a simple shop in the mall, not designer or anything. But Maki soon brushed off that thought as she neared the baggage claim, grin back on her face. There were trolleys nearby for the suitcases which people were starting to snag away. The female's pace quickened as she quickly snatched one of the trolleys for herself, rolling it along towards the baggage claim. As her suitcase came by, her pale hand grabbed it, and the other one, and... The one for her anime stuff. Piling all of it on the trolley, she found a seat somewhere nearby and took out her phone, pressing on the text icon and tapping their group chat. 'Any of you arrived? Here already.' Her thumb rolled over the send button before exiting the app and starting to surf the net. Hopefully someone would respond soon.

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[whitefoxkiller]

Lani

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don't fucking touch me Lani

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Maddox James Amsi

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chaos is a way of life Maddox

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is born of

+things going his way


+girls


+playing games with people


+having time to himself


+organized chaos


-loud spaces


-a great deal of people


-not getting what he wants


-being surrounded by idiots


+great with most aspects of his powers


+highly intelligent


+very sociable


+good at orchestrating chaotic events (with Marilyn's help)


-doesn't really care about using his powers


-enjoys chaos


-manically depressed


-Marilyn
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destruction

Maddox was born to a single mother, as his father died shortly before his birth. Being a biracial child (white American and Egyptian American) Maddox faced a lot of bullying. This didn't change when his mother married a rich white man, either. Maddox was bullied by his cousins but he fought back. By the time he was nine, he had a little sister and noticeable powers. The first sign of his powers was when he wanted something, he would suddenly have it.


His parents thought it was strange, but they didn't abandon him. Instead, they tried to help him harness his abilities. Once, after a particularly bad episode of being bullied, he caused an abandoned building to collapse. His parents tried everything they could think of, but were ultimately killed in a car crash before being able to help him.


Both Maddox and Marcie were adopted by Helen, as Marcie was beginning to show signs of powers as well. The very same as her brother. Maddox and Marilyn became very close, due to their opposite powers. Opposites attract, you know. They quickly became as close as siblings, Marilyn even taking Marcie under her wing and helping her grow.


Maddox enrolled in college after graduating high school, earning a degree in astronomy. He applied to Winslow because Marilyn wanted to but didn't want to go alone.
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does it really matter Maddox

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