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50,502 | 1,358 | 30 | 102 | 212 | Thursday March 21st, 2016
Mina actually considered following The Boy With the Book to the nurse's room. What's wrong with me?
She tried to ignore his smirk, and headed towards the cafeteria. There was a seat that she always sat in, and she hoped no one had taken it. When she walked into the room, loud music and chatter filled her ears. She tried to act like she didn't care that her ears were being blasted off, and walked to the chair in the corner. Once there, she took out her lunch, a ham and cheese sandwich, and also her book.
Halfway through lunch, she noticed people muttering and staring at her while passing by. Although she was used to being stared at, she wasn't exactly sure why they were talking about her in her face. Mina ignored it, like she always does, and kept on reading the book.
“Please God, please God, can you please tell me why? I ask this of you, yet in my heart, I know,” she read. I do know. I do know why people are talking about me. Mina sighed. I shouldn't have talked so much to The Boy With the Book. | Name: Mina Cain (Can be called Min)
Gender: Straight female
Age: 14
Appearance: Picture Above
Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident.
Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she’ll be like an open book.
Power: |
50,503 | 1,358 | 31 | 2,502 | 1,203 | When Ricky picked her up and hauled her away, Sophia pouted and proceeded to kick his butt with her heels until he finally put her down. Of course, this only gave her the opportunity to turn around and jump right back on, this time clinging with her arms hugging his shoulders and legs wrapped around his waist, her head cheerfully perched on his shoulder. As they walked away, she glanced behind them, frowning thoughtfully. Awe, I wanted to watch her draw more. A crafty smile formed on her face. I'll just have to catch her again.
Naturally, things simply had to go downhill from there. Third period math was boring, as per usual, and by the time lunch rolled around, Sophia's head was pounding and she was ready eat just about anything, even the cafeteria's "stew surprise", or rather "whatever leftovers they couldn't pawn off to the kids thrown into a pot and boiled overnight". Sometimes detention really sucked when you had to spend it helping out the lunch ladies.
Everything went from bad to worse, once they got to the cafeteria, and Ricky ran into Lardo. Literally. The collision left both of them on the floor, and Lardo's lunch making some rather nice looking art on his shirt. In an instant, Sophia crouched and started running her hands over Ricky, checking him over while neatly interposing herself between the two. The last thing she wanted was a fight before she had something to eat. | Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
Powers: |
50,504 | 1,358 | 32 | 2,568 | 670 | Micky made his way to his third class, Math. There wasn't anything interesting going on in math, at least, nothing Micky found interesting. It was your average class routine; Review the homework, complete a work sheet out of the text book, than finish off with more assigned homework. Nothing special. Micky didn't realize how quickly the day was going now that his hardest class, Phys. Ed, was now over. Math flew by and the bell eventually rang, indicating it was lunch.
Micky wlked down the halls and made his way to his locker where he would grab the few dollars he had for lunch. I't would be a strong argument to say that the lunch food wasn't worth paying for, but Micky had no other choice. Other than the Roof over his head and food on the table, Micky was quite independent. Micky didn't make his own lunch, not for any specific reason. The change jingled in his pocket as he walked through the halls and into the cafeteria. He got a bit nervous when he realized how much noise his money was making. In the past, he had numerous incidents where bullies would hassle him for his money. It happened only once at this school by a boy named Largent.
Of course, the amount of money he had wasn't a big enough pot for Largent to want it, but the thought still remained. Realistically, that incident with Largent might never happen again, but with a past like Micky's you can never be to paranoid. Micky walked into the cafeteria and saw the scene that was unraveling.
"Speak of the devil..." Micky whispered to himself.
He joined the crowed of gawking students, shuffling his way to the front of the crowed. He recognized the boy opposite of Largent, although his name was a mystery to Micky. Regardless, of who the boy was, this was a scenario you wouldn't wish on your enemy.
"The boy's a dead man" Micky said, His words getting mixed in with those of all the other students. | Name: Micky Young
Gender: Male
Age: 16
I don't want you to look at his body, but rather his face. His face being the only thing I want out of this pic . His face being slightly more plump. Micky stands at about 5'4, and weighs slightly over 200 lbs. Most of his weight comes from the excess fat he has around his gut and legs. He usually wears thick hoodies that cover up his body, but recently he's been wearing a few sweater vests that make him look slightly thinner. Micky had poor posture and usually slouches when he's sitting or walking, leaving him with a sore back most days.
Personality: There really isn't one word that can describe Micky. At times and in certain situations, Micky can be very lazy or very productive with his day. Micky could also be very shy, or when he goes to formal places with his family, very outspoken. The only thing that really sets Micky aside when it come to standing out in a crowed, is that he is a quick learner. Not in the traditional sense, like learning about school and stuff, but more of a practical sense.
Micky can pick up on little things quickly, social hints, peoples feelings through their expressions or words. He's very keen on things like that. Micky is also and avid reader, his favorite books being about true crime, usually about the Mob or righteous groups. This interest usually spills over to his real life, making him interested in the weird and brutal. Yet, he still gets a bit standoffish when the time of trouble comes by. It's much like how he is with people, at first he's interested in beings friend with someone, but if their interest gets to high to quickly, it'll freak Micky out and usually drive him away.
If Micky manages to ease himself into a friendship it almost always lasts a long time, resulting in a friend that you can trust with your life if need be. Micky is a reliable friend, when you do become friends with him, that is.
Background: Micky lived a troubled life ever since he started to attend school. At a very young age, Micky had fallen victim to bullies. The would tease him about his weight, and poke fun at him, calling him names and the like. When Micky was in grades 1-5, the bullying didn't really bother him,they just annoyed him, for the most part the bullies weren't that good at bullying. But as grades 6, 7 and 8 rolled around, Micky noticed the boys, and sometimes girls, started to get more vicious with their words and actions. The girls, taking it as far as making earthquake jokes when he walked in class, and the boys adopting a more physical approach.
Those last three years before high school were seriously hard on Micky, nearly everyday Micky would be left crying in the bathroom waiting out the day, or sent home early because the bullies had been particularly rough that day. Luckily, Micky's parents were the kindest souls in his life, and at the end of the day Micky would always have a place and people to come back to who would make thing better.
There was a change in Micky's life when they decided to move away from the city that they have been living in for years. They were moving just before the start of Micky's first year of high school. This was both a blessing and a scare for Micky as he knew what could come of it. Micky hated the idea of moving cities, leaving everything behind. But, on the positive side, Micky would be free from the chains of his bullies that tortured him everyday at school. This may be the opportunity to change and start a better school life. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because Micky knew exactly how harsh bullies at high school can be and his mom had just saved him from that agony.
Micky is now in a new city, with site and sounds. This being the perfect way for Micky to change the things he dislikes about himself and be a person that people want to hang out with. After the move, Micky started exercising and he started to be a little more outgoing, but everything is still a work in progress.
Relations: Open
Power: |
50,505 | 1,358 | 33 | 2,553 | 50 | Thursday march 21st, 2016
This is going to really suck Richard thought as, behind Sophia, Largent surged to his feet, like the leviathan rising up from the infinite depths. Spaghetti fell from his shirt, landing on the linoleum underfoot with a squelching sound. His face was red, eyes wide and teeth bared in a feral snarl of rage. Largent stepped forward, shoving Sophia bodily to the side and he reached down and grabbed a double fistful of Richards shirt, hauling the smaller boy to his feet, and then up, onto his tip toes.
"Do you want to die?" he snarled, face inches away from Richard. "Is that what this is about? I'd be happy to help, really, but I'm sure you could have found a les painful way to go about it." He let go with one hand, pulled his arm back, and slammed his fist forward into Richards gut. If he'd been standing on his own Richard would have folded completely around the blow as the air rushed out of his lungs and he was left with barely the strength in his legs needed to stand on his own.
Richard flailed and squirmed, trying to pull away from Largents grip to no avail. The other boy was simply too strong. Richards head was leaned back, doing his best to avoid the stench of stale cigarettes on Largent's breath and as he looked up at the ceiling a brilliant thought popped into his head. He didn't give himself time to think about it, because if he did, he was reasonably certain that he would talk himself out of it. With his head tilted back he screwed his eyes shut, body tensing in preparation, and suddenly jerked forward as hard as he could. The crown of Richards head met with Largent's protruding nose with a sickening crunching sound. There was a gush of warm blood and Largent bellowed suddenly, letting Richard fall, dazed, to the floor. Stars bloomed behind Richards closed eyelids and he slowly sat up, his head pounding and elbows stinging from attempting to catch himself in his fall.
Did I really just head-butt Largent? he thought and looked up. Largent had both hands clasped to his face, blood leaking from between his fingers and a murderous look in his eyes that sent a series of cold shivers down Richards spine.
"That didn't make things any better," he muttered. "Come on, Soph, we gotta get out of here before he kills me." He croaked, still barely able to draw in any breath. | Name: Hal Putnam
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.
Relations: TBD
Power: |
50,506 | 1,358 | 34 | 931 | 246 | Hal would find that someone was already filling in for the position he was trying to take. Blake had pushed through the crowd a bit too late to stop the initial swinging, but he was definitely there in time to cover Richard and Sophia's escape. "Holy geez man, it sounded like you broke his nose!" he remarked as he tried helping him up. "But seriously," he lowered his voice, "Get the heeeeeeeck out of here while you can. I'll meatshield you!" He seemed earnest about his intentions and gestured for them to get going, taking a moment to look back at Largent to see if he'd gotten back up.
Blake had plenty of pluck to square off with Largent if need be, but there was just something... very imposing about him in general. Breaking up fights had been scary at first, but he eventually toughened up to be able to handle a few swings and return a few if need be. But with Largent... Geez, the guy just seemed a lot more intimidating than any of the other guys he's had to deal with up to now. It made him feel uneasy about intervening, but his moral code wouldn't abide by him backing out now. | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
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50,507 | 1,358 | 35 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Sometimes, the oddest things can go through a person's mind at the strangest times. For Sophia, it was Getting pushed to the ground hurts. She had landed heavily on her shoulder, and had her arm not come up, she would have cracked her head on the floor as well. Both facts came to together to demonstrate her error in judgement: it was obvious that Largent did not care about who he hurt.
She looked up just in time to see Largent punch Richard in the stomach, nearly lifting him clear off the floor by his shirt, and she was in the process of standing up when Richard rammed his head into Largent's nose. Sophia was mildly impressed; she hadn't ever seen him hit someone before. Unfortunately, while his attempt at self-defense did succeed in gaining him freedom, it also had the unfortunate side effect of making Largent even angrier. "Ou biddle shid!"
Largent stood well over a foot taller than Sophia, and probably had a good 20 - 30 pounds on her. For such a big person, he could move awfully quickly when he wanted to. Unfortunately for him, Sophia was faster, and she was quite a bit angrier.
As the bigger boy swung his fist towards Richard's face, Sophia once again interposed herself between them, catching Largent's wrist with her forearm and batting aside his attack. Before he had a chance to react, she struck, jabbing her hand up and catching his throat in the V between her thumb and forefinger. His angry snarl gave way to a choking gurgle, and his eyes bulged as he found his airway temporarily blocked. Not giving his a chance to recover, Sophia seized his shirt and drove her knee straight into his crotch, sending Largent doubling over. Still not finished, she clapped her hands on his ears and yanked down, bringing her knee up to meet his forehead. As Largent stumbled backwards, Sophia spun and drove her foot into his stomach, driving the air from his lungs and toppling him onto his back. Standing over the fallen boy, Sophia waggled her finger at him, as though she was looking at an errant child throwing a tantrum.
Ignoring the stunned silence of the crowd, she turned and helped Richard to his feet, leading him through the parting crowd of bodies. As they put some distance behind them, the weight balance between the pair slowly shifted, until she wasn't so much supporting him as he was supporting her. When they reached a semi-secluded spot, Sophia pulled away and leaned against the wall, clutching at her knee and whimpering as tears pooled in her eyes. | Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
Powers: |
50,508 | 1,358 | 36 | 102 | 212 | Thursday March 21st, 2016
Mina looked up as the crowd began to form at the far side of the cafeteria. She put away her book, and threw away the rest of the sandwich while walking towards the fight. Fights were always fun to watch, as long as she wasn't part of them.
The Signing Boy and The Signing Girl were standing by Largent, the known bully of the school. When The Signing Girl fought back, a mix of a shriek and a gasp escaped out of her. She slapped a hand across her mouth. Thankfully, only a few people around her noticed. Suddenly, there was a flashback to the time Mina's mother passed away.
She had been walking into her house, when she saw her mom driving down the road, about to turn into the driveway. The driver of the truck, later known as texting while driving, rammed his vehicle into Mina's mom's, and Mom had taken full impact. She died instantly, as Mina was told in the hospital an hour later. Mina was the one who called 911, for she had a phone at that time.
Somehow, Mina found herself pushing through the crowd to make sure Largent was okay. Yes, it had been wrong for him to pick on Richard and Sophia, but that still didn't mean Largent should die. At this point, Mina didn't care what other people thought.
"Are you okay??" | Name: Mina Cain (Can be called Min)
Gender: Straight female
Age: 14
Appearance: Picture Above
Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident.
Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she’ll be like an open book.
Power: |
50,509 | 1,358 | 37 | 1,078 | 1,927 | Thursday March 21st, 2016
Interacting with basically everyone.
"It's only stupid if it doesn't work. Plus, Largent's a tank. It's about time someone put him in his place, and I know you wouldn't be keen on scraping guts off the floor."
"Just because you wouldn't wanna get dirty doesn't mean I'm not going to. No one likes Largent, people will be on my side. Right?"
Alden returned a smile at Hal's smirk, and with a shrug
"I really dislike people who aren't even willing to save themselves." Alden growled through his smile, "It's pathetic. Alden continued, walking back to his lunch. Before he could open place the spoon into his mouth, a large 'ooh' from the crowd erupted through the silence.
Alden glanced back with one eye, and Largent had now picked up Richard. It was going to be a severe beatdown, and Alden would have intervened had it not for Mrs. Silence practically entering survival mode and beating Largent almost near-death. There were a few cheap shots, like one to the 'precious' area, and even blocking his lungs airways.
"Yeesh." Alden unintentionally said, glancing at the now fallen boy. "Sure did a number to him." Alden continued, glancing up and down Largent.
Mina seemed to push through the crowd, a worried expression clouding her normally blank face,
"Are you okay??"
seems like Mrs. Snow herself wasn't that bad.
"Yeah. I got it." Alden called out from behind her, flaring her a smile before he walked up to Largent and slunk his right arm over Alden's shoulder. Mina was right after all, no one really deserves death or anything like that. He even thinks Sophia might have gone a bit overboard.
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Whilst walking through the hallway, whispers seem to gather as the tall Largent is leaning over the shorter Alden. He was getting his shirt all crinkled at this point, and with a rolling eyes he sighed deeply, looking forwards.
"H- Huh?"
"Why.. Where are we going, perfect?"
Seems like the princess was finally awake, his head looking around and then glaring through Alden's skull
"To the nurse's office, you got your ass handed to you by a girl, a short girl in fact." Alden replied, "It's close."
"Fuck you."
"You're welcome."
Those words were what Largent could muster before slinking his head down and silently walking once more. The only sounds being the whispers, the footsteps and the deafening silence between them.
The pair arrived at the nurse, and Alden plopped Largent on a chair, waving his hand once before leaving the nurse. Alden's damned food is probably colder than Mina at this point. | Name:
Alden Sebastian
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Appearance:
Alden stands at about 5'8". His body is kept at the fit side of things, as Alden cares about his appearance the most. He dresses prim and posh. Most of his effort goes towards his clothing and fashion sense. He gravitates towards black and a darkish hue of blue. His hair is a dark maroon brown, which is always properly styled. The most outstanding feature are his teal-coloured eyes, the eyes almost seem to pierce right through you. It seems that he is also fairly attractive according to some of his classmates, but he simply scoffs at this.
Personality:
Alden had become a perfectionist over the years, because of him secretly striving for his parents attention. Everything he does, he tries to do to the best of his capabilities. Whenever something doesn't perfectly fit the scenario in his mind, he becomes visibly irritated, clicking his tongue and sometimes even glaring. In the situation where everything isn't a '100%' Alden would try to strive for the 'perfect picture' in his mind.
Whilst interacting with others, he can be blunt and painfully honest. Over the years he has become more intuitive because of his attitude, and so can easily pick out faults, shortcomings or problems and point it out. Occasionally even giving his two cents on how he himself would 'remedy' the situation. Because of this he tends to not have many friends, though he doesn't really care and would even sarcastically remark this. He is cited as 'attractive yet a pain in the ass' by his classmates at school. Though once you become his friends, the blunt honesty tend reduces to a minimum and you see the softer side of Alden.
See that confident smile of his? It's a facade. In truth he has a side to him that he frantically tries to hide is that Alden has the tendency to blame himself, even when it isn't his fault. He is a 'self-serving martyr', so to speak. An inferiority complex of sorts which stems directly from his past. Only the closest people know this side of him, like his sister. He desperately tries to hide under a mask, the mask being actually how he wants to be.
Background:
Alden was born to a normal family, Quentin. His parents loved him and cared for him. Then his sister was born, he was then mostly neglected by his parents to favor his younger sister who was born a few years later after him. While he did not blame his sister for his parents actions, he blamed himself. He began performing everything perfectly, without a fault. His grades were almost always perfect as he began being more studious. Even his attention to his appearance stemmed from this. His primary thoughts were, 'Maybe if I did perfectly, they would notice, maybe...'
Alden never actually realized that his parents thought he was mature enough to do things by himself. and him being a perfect little boy further proved this, with them now focusing fully on his younger sister. However due to this nature, he had become more self-dependent, and slightly arrogant and snobbish, even being sarcastic and blunt to a fault at times, pointing out inadequacy or shortcomings when he sees it because of developed habit of being 'perfect'.
Relations:
TBD
Power:
???
Miscellanious:
Theme song |
50,510 | 1,358 | 38 | 2,568 | 670 | Micky sat there in the awe that was the aftermath of "The Mute's" bully beat down. He felt compelled to do a double triple take of the silent girl leaving Largent in pain as she helped her fiend, the boy who caused this scuffle. He was dumbfounded, how can such a small girl have so much confidence as to take on Largent, of all people. What if her attacks didn't phase Largent, did she even think that far? Micky wouldn't put it past Largent to hurt a girl half his size, that just made the scene that just unfolded all the more baffling.
Micky watched as they left the cafeteria. As he watched the two leave, he was about to look at Largent, but before he turned his head he watch Alden carry him out. There was a trail of blood that followed the three, presumably from Largent's nose.
"This is a crazy day..." Micky said a he looked up and down the blood trail. He watched as the students started to back about their business, continuing with their hum and drum. Micky wasn't feeling lunch anymore, so he went to look for the boy who started it who bumped into Largent. Micky left the cafeteria and moved through the halls, finally spotting the boy and the silent girl.
He knelt down in front of them both and began to speak.
"Man, you took a serious punch! Are you gonna be okay?" Micky said, genuinely concerned | Name: Micky Young
Gender: Male
Age: 16
I don't want you to look at his body, but rather his face. His face being the only thing I want out of this pic . His face being slightly more plump. Micky stands at about 5'4, and weighs slightly over 200 lbs. Most of his weight comes from the excess fat he has around his gut and legs. He usually wears thick hoodies that cover up his body, but recently he's been wearing a few sweater vests that make him look slightly thinner. Micky had poor posture and usually slouches when he's sitting or walking, leaving him with a sore back most days.
Personality: There really isn't one word that can describe Micky. At times and in certain situations, Micky can be very lazy or very productive with his day. Micky could also be very shy, or when he goes to formal places with his family, very outspoken. The only thing that really sets Micky aside when it come to standing out in a crowed, is that he is a quick learner. Not in the traditional sense, like learning about school and stuff, but more of a practical sense.
Micky can pick up on little things quickly, social hints, peoples feelings through their expressions or words. He's very keen on things like that. Micky is also and avid reader, his favorite books being about true crime, usually about the Mob or righteous groups. This interest usually spills over to his real life, making him interested in the weird and brutal. Yet, he still gets a bit standoffish when the time of trouble comes by. It's much like how he is with people, at first he's interested in beings friend with someone, but if their interest gets to high to quickly, it'll freak Micky out and usually drive him away.
If Micky manages to ease himself into a friendship it almost always lasts a long time, resulting in a friend that you can trust with your life if need be. Micky is a reliable friend, when you do become friends with him, that is.
Background: Micky lived a troubled life ever since he started to attend school. At a very young age, Micky had fallen victim to bullies. The would tease him about his weight, and poke fun at him, calling him names and the like. When Micky was in grades 1-5, the bullying didn't really bother him,they just annoyed him, for the most part the bullies weren't that good at bullying. But as grades 6, 7 and 8 rolled around, Micky noticed the boys, and sometimes girls, started to get more vicious with their words and actions. The girls, taking it as far as making earthquake jokes when he walked in class, and the boys adopting a more physical approach.
Those last three years before high school were seriously hard on Micky, nearly everyday Micky would be left crying in the bathroom waiting out the day, or sent home early because the bullies had been particularly rough that day. Luckily, Micky's parents were the kindest souls in his life, and at the end of the day Micky would always have a place and people to come back to who would make thing better.
There was a change in Micky's life when they decided to move away from the city that they have been living in for years. They were moving just before the start of Micky's first year of high school. This was both a blessing and a scare for Micky as he knew what could come of it. Micky hated the idea of moving cities, leaving everything behind. But, on the positive side, Micky would be free from the chains of his bullies that tortured him everyday at school. This may be the opportunity to change and start a better school life. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because Micky knew exactly how harsh bullies at high school can be and his mom had just saved him from that agony.
Micky is now in a new city, with site and sounds. This being the perfect way for Micky to change the things he dislikes about himself and be a person that people want to hang out with. After the move, Micky started exercising and he started to be a little more outgoing, but everything is still a work in progress.
Relations: Open
Power: |
50,511 | 1,358 | 39 | 931 | 246 | Thursday March 21st, 2016
Richard let out a pained laugh at Micky's question. "Pretty sure I'll live," he groaned and slowly pushed himself to his feet, turning to help Sophia up with him. "Come on, we should get to the nurse."
He arched an eyebrow in Micky's direction as he got on Sophias other side and hooked her arm over his shoulders, but he didn't say anything, grateful for the help. Together the two of them started down the hall, half carrying Sophia between them in the direction of the nurses office.
"You realize we're going to have to have a discussion about that incident, right?"
Richard stopped, startled at the sudden voice and looked up to find Om blocking the hallway in front of them, his arms crossed over his broad chest. With his blazer removed, and the sleeves of his dark blue dress shirt rolled up Richard realized just how built the man was. The sleeves of his shirt practically strained around his arms and the material was stretched tightly across his chest. His blue eyes were like chips of ice as he stared them down and Richard had to force himself not to flinch.
The guy was scary. Om crooked a finger in their direction and turned, leading the way down the hall in the direction of the nurses office. "Come on, we'll get you guys looked at, and your parents are going to be called as well."
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Om walked into the nurses office to find Alden, Mina, and Largent already present.
"Good to see the three of you here," he said. He'd set aside his blazer and his light blue shirt was open at the collar, sleeves down and buttoned securely at his wrists. "We're going to have to have a discussion," he said, ignoring the way Largent glared at him. "And lucky for you guys, the principal has given me permission to mete out punishment and lessons in this incident as I see fit."
The door opened behind him and Richard, Sophia, and Micky walked in. Ricard jumped, jarring Sophia when he saw Om standing in the center of the room staring Largent down. He turned, a bewildered expression on his face as he looked out into the hall.
"Is something wrong, Richard?" Om asked without turning around or looking away from Largent.
"Huh?" He turned back, eyes wide, to look at Om standing in the center of the room. "Wha-... N-no I just..." He looked out in the hall again. "I just, I could have sworn you were behind us when we came in here."
"You must have been mistaken," Om said as the nurse came in and started looking Largent over. He pointed to his left at a bed and snapped his fingers. "Sit yer butt down, both of you. Mick, you stay too. I'll be back in a minute." His tone was curt, sharp, entirely unlike the calm and polite way he'd spoken to them in the hall. Without another word he turned and walked out of the nurses office, leaving Richard and Largent glaring daggers at each other across the room, an elderly nurse the only authority figure between them.
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With the vast majority of the excitement apparently finished, most of the students went back to their meals, chattering excitedly over the short lived fight, one might say beat down, that had been dished out by the diminutive Sophia. Blake shrugged and started back to his table to finish his lunch when that Chemistry teacher, Om, stepped in front of him. Hal stood at the mans elbow looking as bewildered as Hal felt.
"Blake, I'm going to need you to accompany us to the nurses office." He turned and walked away before Blake could say anything and Hal just shrugged helplessly, following along behind the substitute.
With the boys following along behind him like a pair of baby ducks Om made his way through the halls to the nurses office, going over what he was going to say in his head.
He pushed open the door and lead the two boys inside. Largent, Richard, and Sophia had all been seen by the nurse. None of them was permanently injured and the boys sat in their respective beds with the arms crossed sullenly over their chests. The gesture looked far less petulant on Largent than it did on Richard.
"Everyone take a seat," Om said and following his own advice, pulled a chair away from the wall and took off his blazer, setting the jacket across the back of the chair. He turned the chair around, and straddled it, arms crossed across the back, white dress shirt practically gleaming in the light streaming in through the office blinds. He waited until all eight students were sitting in various spots around the room and looked them all over thoughtfully.
"Something needs to be done about what happened today," he started. "Largent, you were in the wrong. Richard, you should have been paying attention. Sophia... impressive as that may have been, it was definitely overkill and you shouldn't have done it. Charges could be pressed. Police could, some say should, get involved. I, and the principal would rather avoid that. So, he's given me permission to involve all of you, as well as a few other students he's had to see today, in a little exercise."
"Largent, Richard, and Sophia. You three are in the worst trouble. So you'll be meeting me a Sea Side park tonight at 8 o'clock. We'll be doing a bit of a clean up effort. Hal, don't think no one noticed you pick up that lunch tray. That makes that a weapon, and that's a little more dangerous than what Sophia did." Largent's head whipped around and he glared at Hal, unaware of what the other boy had attempted until then.
"Blake, Mina, Alden, and Micky. You guys tried to help out without resorting to violence or attacking anyone. But you didn't go find a teacher the moment things started getting out of control. Like the rest of your generation of sheep you just watched and did nothing. This isn't a huge thing, but I think you guys could do better. So the four of you will be joining your four other friends here at Sea Side Park tonight at eight o'clock. Your parents have all already been informed of the situation and they all agreed."
He stood, ignoring the assorted dumbfounded looks directed in his direction, and grabbed his blazer, slipping it on with a smooth, practiced motion. "I'll see you all tonight," he said, and walked out of the room. | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
Power: |
50,512 | 1,358 | 40 | 102 | 212 | Thursday March 21st, 2016
My parents... A lump quickly formed in her throat, and she desperately tried to make it go away. This wasn't a good time to cry.
"Was my brother informed?" Mina asked. She wanted him to know that she was safe, and had a reason to not be at dinner. She wouldn't want him to freak out. We've already been through that way too much.
Since Mina wanted to stay on the good side of the teachers, she started to get mad at herself for it. What if this affects my university? I never should have lost control of myself like that! She really agreed with Blake. Really, what have I done? Sure, I enjoy watching fights, but so does the rest of the school. Why don't they get punished? Oh well... Bad luck I guess. | Name: Mina Cain (Can be called Min)
Gender: Straight female
Age: 14
Appearance: Picture Above
Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident.
Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she’ll be like an open book.
Power: |
50,513 | 1,358 | 41 | 2,568 | 670 | Micky let out a disappointed sigh when he heard what Om had to say. On one hand, Micky understood why he was getting in trouble and it seemed reasonable enough. On the other hand, it wasn't Micky who was fighting in the cafeteria. There wasn't much time to think about things, if Micky still wanted a lunch he'd just have to accept the punishment and go about his day.
He tried not to protest too much, but he couldn't help but add his two cents, like most of the other students. Micky spoke up as he watched the Sub walk out of the room, "But, I have plans at 8!" His words falling on deaf ears. Micky sulked in his chair while he looked around the room at the others. How in hell did I get clumped together with these guys... He thought to himself. He noticed Alden shifting in his chair, a sign that he's been here for some time now. I guess their not all that bad.
Micky let out another sigh a few moments after Om left the room. "I guess it can't be helped." Micky said to the others, trying sound more zen than what he was feeling. | Name: Micky Young
Gender: Male
Age: 16
I don't want you to look at his body, but rather his face. His face being the only thing I want out of this pic . His face being slightly more plump. Micky stands at about 5'4, and weighs slightly over 200 lbs. Most of his weight comes from the excess fat he has around his gut and legs. He usually wears thick hoodies that cover up his body, but recently he's been wearing a few sweater vests that make him look slightly thinner. Micky had poor posture and usually slouches when he's sitting or walking, leaving him with a sore back most days.
Personality: There really isn't one word that can describe Micky. At times and in certain situations, Micky can be very lazy or very productive with his day. Micky could also be very shy, or when he goes to formal places with his family, very outspoken. The only thing that really sets Micky aside when it come to standing out in a crowed, is that he is a quick learner. Not in the traditional sense, like learning about school and stuff, but more of a practical sense.
Micky can pick up on little things quickly, social hints, peoples feelings through their expressions or words. He's very keen on things like that. Micky is also and avid reader, his favorite books being about true crime, usually about the Mob or righteous groups. This interest usually spills over to his real life, making him interested in the weird and brutal. Yet, he still gets a bit standoffish when the time of trouble comes by. It's much like how he is with people, at first he's interested in beings friend with someone, but if their interest gets to high to quickly, it'll freak Micky out and usually drive him away.
If Micky manages to ease himself into a friendship it almost always lasts a long time, resulting in a friend that you can trust with your life if need be. Micky is a reliable friend, when you do become friends with him, that is.
Background: Micky lived a troubled life ever since he started to attend school. At a very young age, Micky had fallen victim to bullies. The would tease him about his weight, and poke fun at him, calling him names and the like. When Micky was in grades 1-5, the bullying didn't really bother him,they just annoyed him, for the most part the bullies weren't that good at bullying. But as grades 6, 7 and 8 rolled around, Micky noticed the boys, and sometimes girls, started to get more vicious with their words and actions. The girls, taking it as far as making earthquake jokes when he walked in class, and the boys adopting a more physical approach.
Those last three years before high school were seriously hard on Micky, nearly everyday Micky would be left crying in the bathroom waiting out the day, or sent home early because the bullies had been particularly rough that day. Luckily, Micky's parents were the kindest souls in his life, and at the end of the day Micky would always have a place and people to come back to who would make thing better.
There was a change in Micky's life when they decided to move away from the city that they have been living in for years. They were moving just before the start of Micky's first year of high school. This was both a blessing and a scare for Micky as he knew what could come of it. Micky hated the idea of moving cities, leaving everything behind. But, on the positive side, Micky would be free from the chains of his bullies that tortured him everyday at school. This may be the opportunity to change and start a better school life. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because Micky knew exactly how harsh bullies at high school can be and his mom had just saved him from that agony.
Micky is now in a new city, with site and sounds. This being the perfect way for Micky to change the things he dislikes about himself and be a person that people want to hang out with. After the move, Micky started exercising and he started to be a little more outgoing, but everything is still a work in progress.
Relations: Open
Power: |
50,514 | 1,358 | 42 | 2,553 | 50 | Hal could only shrug and chuckle to himself. It wasn't the first time he'd dealt with administration, and sure as heck it wouldn't be the last. This sort of punishment was..... unusual, if not cruel. It didn't bother Hal though. He spent most of his time at home drawing anyway, it's not like there was some huge party to go to. Hal was surprised, however, that Om noticed the tray. He didn't remember seeing Om anywhere near the fight. But who knows? Om was weird on a level Hal only wished he could attain. | Name: Hal Putnam
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.
Relations: TBD
Power: |
50,515 | 1,358 | 43 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Retaliating, Sophia had to admit, was not the smartest decision that she had made that day.
She didn't regret it for a second, of course. Teachers tended to do jacksquat when it came to punishing people like Lardo, mostly because whatever punishments they might dole out he likely wouldn't care about. Plus, he had treated an accident like it had been a personal attack. She might have overcompensated, but she had been defending her friend. She refused to feel bad about that. Lardo was the one who had overreacted, and she had to get the message across that that was unequivocally unacceptable. Justice was served, albeit a little over-zealously.
No, the only thing she regretted at all was the fact that her knee now hurt like a bitch, though the paper towel-wrapped icepack did help a little. Who knew Lardo's skull was that thick? She just hoped that she would still be able to walk properly soon, otherwise Coach M would give her a real tongue-lashing. With spit.
As far as she was concerned, Tic-Tac's little after-school field trip was acceptable. Practice would be well over by then, and while she did find it a little odd that the others would be joining them, she didn't think about it too much. Tic-tac was weird, that was well established for her by now.
What did bother her was how the hell he had managed to go from walking behind them to waiting for them in the nurse's office. The only way to get there was through that hallway, and she was sure that he hadn't passed them. The only way it was possible was if he was invisible or teleported, both of which were impossible.
She was in the middle of turning the puzzle over in her mind, when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Repeatedly. Oh joyful family. This is going to be a fun conversation, she thought as she glanced down at the screen.
M: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING YOU DON'T JUST GO AND ATTACK ANOTHER STUDENT I TAUGHT YOU TO BE BETTER THAN THAT ARE YOU OKAY????????X(
A: I am very disappointed in you Sophia. I know that you were just trying to protect your friend but still, it was the wrong thing to do.
U: Did you at least win?
Sophia smirked. Of course that was what her uncle would focus on.
S: I'm okay. My knee hurts like hell, but I still look better than the other guy.
M: WHOOOOOO THAT'S MY GIRL! XP XP XP XP XP
U: Good job Lady.
A: Joseph and Madeline Callahan, do NOT encourage her.
Giggling to herself, Sophia leaned over and rested her head on Richard's shoulder, closing her eyes. Things were going to be fine. | Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
Powers: |
50,516 | 1,358 | 44 | 102 | 212 | Largent growled dangerously at the room as a whole and shoved his way out the door as quickly as he could reasonably manage it. Richard tensed when the larger boy passed him but Largent made no move to try to attack and he relaxed, letting out an explosive sigh as the door slammed shut behind Largent.
"Tonight's going to suck, isn't it?" he muttered to no one in particular.
By the end of the day Richard was feeling a lot better, even though he'd been forced to sit through the rest of his classes despite the abdominal bruising that he'd suffered under Largent's fist. When the final bell rang he made his way home, barely conscious of Sophia walking along beside him. Waving goodbye to her he stumbled inside and after enduring an obligatory round of grilling and disappointment from the parental units, he stumbled upstairs and into bed, passing out almost before his head hit the pillow.
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"Richard?" Richard groaned and rolled over in his bed. "Richard!" the voice came more sharply that time, and with a decidedly irritated tone. "You need to get up. It's a quarter past seven and i will not have you being late for this detention." His eyes opened and he sighed, rolling over onto his back to stare at his mother.
"It wasn't my fault, mom. I didn't mean to bump into the guy and he attacked me, I was just defending myself."
"Which I understand entirely. And I will be having a word with your schools principal about punishing a child for self defense. But in the meantime you have a detention, so we're going to deal with it, and move on." She walked out of the room, calling back over her shoulder. "Downstairs in ten minutes Richard, don't make me come back up here."
He sighed again and stared at the shadowed ceiling of his room, his bedside lamp doing little to illuminate the far corners of the vaulted ceiling, and thought over the events that had led him to this situation.
After a few minutes of silent contemplation he got up and changed his clothes, dressing in some ratty older garments that he could get dirty. All Om had said about their detention was that it was involving cleanup of some kind, and they were going to be at a park... he figured it was likely that he was going to get dirty. Within ten minutes he was dressed and downstairs. Richard wanted to ride his bike to the park with Sophia but his mother insisted on driving him, apparently not convinced that he would actually go if left to his own devices. He sat in the front seat, sulking the entire ride and she ignored his sullen teen attitude with equal parts resignation and exasperation.
When Richard got to the park and closed the car door behind him it was with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. A glance at his watch showed that it was only 7:45 and he figured he would be the first one there. Largent had already arrived. Richard turned to find his mothers car already turning a corner down the street and he turned back to find Largent glaring at him across a small, circular space at the main entrance leading into the park. Off to the side a few other students from his school stood, hands shoved into their pockets and angry scowls on their faces. Cassidy, Carter, Hall. Cassidy was a slender black girl that might have been pretty if she was always scowling at everyone. Carter was a short but highly volatile kid with the worst temper Richard had ever seen and Hall was just scary. In a quiet, makes you wonder if he'll show up to school one day with a home made bomb vest and a duffle bag filled with guns, kind of scary.
"You know we're gonna have to finish that fight sometime soon, right, Midget?" Largent growled, cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes were narrowed to slits, fixed angrily on Richard who suddenly felt like a deer caught in the proverbial headlights.
He didn't say anything. Just walked as far away from the other four students and leaned against a fence, arms crossed over his chest as they waited for everyone else to show up. | Name: Mina Cain (Can be called Min)
Gender: Straight female
Age: 14
Appearance: Picture Above
Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident.
Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she’ll be like an open book.
Power: |
50,517 | 1,358 | 45 | 2,568 | 670 | Sweat dripped down Micky's shirt as he jogged down the block of his neighborhood. This was a routine of his that he promised himself a while back, he promised himself he'd get in shape and stay in shape. Now, after every day of school Micky runs for 20 minutes, takes a short walk for about 10 minutes, then runs back home. Every day it is a different exercise that works out a different series of muscles, since it's thursday, Micky is doing aerobic exercises.
On an average day Micky would jog away from his house and then back, but with this detention at Sea Side Park, Micky is going to make his home-stretch towards the park. Micky's routine was coming to an end just as the park came into view, he decided to walk the last block and try to catch his breathe in meantime. The way he looked, no one would expect him to be dressed for what the students had in store for them. He wore a under-armor shirt that was slightly to small for him, forcing his gut to push out the bottom of it. the sweat underneath his armpits and on his chest darkened the light green shirt into a swampy colour. His hair sticking to the sides of his face from the sweat.
Micky was well aware he looked like shit, but he didn't really care. He had a hoodie in his travel back-pack that would cover up his unsightly body, and a hat as well. This spare clothing hid his features from others and made him sweat, which is a good way to loose a bunch of water-weight. He figured if he sweated all day than came home to a cool shower, he can prepare himself for the most relaxing time. But until then, he had to put up with this punishment.
Micky slipped the grey hoodie out of his back-pack and stuffed himself inside just moments before he came into earshot distance from the other students. It was clear he still had a few minutes before everybody was at the park, so he took this time to relax his body in a more proper manner. He started to do stretches, before he ultimately sat down and looked up at the trees that hung over his head. Micky never thought about coming to the park after his runs, but he never before realized how serene it was. This may just be the perfect spot to cool off after a run. | Name: Micky Young
Gender: Male
Age: 16
I don't want you to look at his body, but rather his face. His face being the only thing I want out of this pic . His face being slightly more plump. Micky stands at about 5'4, and weighs slightly over 200 lbs. Most of his weight comes from the excess fat he has around his gut and legs. He usually wears thick hoodies that cover up his body, but recently he's been wearing a few sweater vests that make him look slightly thinner. Micky had poor posture and usually slouches when he's sitting or walking, leaving him with a sore back most days.
Personality: There really isn't one word that can describe Micky. At times and in certain situations, Micky can be very lazy or very productive with his day. Micky could also be very shy, or when he goes to formal places with his family, very outspoken. The only thing that really sets Micky aside when it come to standing out in a crowed, is that he is a quick learner. Not in the traditional sense, like learning about school and stuff, but more of a practical sense.
Micky can pick up on little things quickly, social hints, peoples feelings through their expressions or words. He's very keen on things like that. Micky is also and avid reader, his favorite books being about true crime, usually about the Mob or righteous groups. This interest usually spills over to his real life, making him interested in the weird and brutal. Yet, he still gets a bit standoffish when the time of trouble comes by. It's much like how he is with people, at first he's interested in beings friend with someone, but if their interest gets to high to quickly, it'll freak Micky out and usually drive him away.
If Micky manages to ease himself into a friendship it almost always lasts a long time, resulting in a friend that you can trust with your life if need be. Micky is a reliable friend, when you do become friends with him, that is.
Background: Micky lived a troubled life ever since he started to attend school. At a very young age, Micky had fallen victim to bullies. The would tease him about his weight, and poke fun at him, calling him names and the like. When Micky was in grades 1-5, the bullying didn't really bother him,they just annoyed him, for the most part the bullies weren't that good at bullying. But as grades 6, 7 and 8 rolled around, Micky noticed the boys, and sometimes girls, started to get more vicious with their words and actions. The girls, taking it as far as making earthquake jokes when he walked in class, and the boys adopting a more physical approach.
Those last three years before high school were seriously hard on Micky, nearly everyday Micky would be left crying in the bathroom waiting out the day, or sent home early because the bullies had been particularly rough that day. Luckily, Micky's parents were the kindest souls in his life, and at the end of the day Micky would always have a place and people to come back to who would make thing better.
There was a change in Micky's life when they decided to move away from the city that they have been living in for years. They were moving just before the start of Micky's first year of high school. This was both a blessing and a scare for Micky as he knew what could come of it. Micky hated the idea of moving cities, leaving everything behind. But, on the positive side, Micky would be free from the chains of his bullies that tortured him everyday at school. This may be the opportunity to change and start a better school life. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because Micky knew exactly how harsh bullies at high school can be and his mom had just saved him from that agony.
Micky is now in a new city, with site and sounds. This being the perfect way for Micky to change the things he dislikes about himself and be a person that people want to hang out with. After the move, Micky started exercising and he started to be a little more outgoing, but everything is still a work in progress.
Relations: Open
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50,518 | 1,358 | 46 | 2,553 | 50 | Hal showed up in the park, dressed in a dark sweatshirt and some old jeans. Unlike his de-facto partners in crime, Hal hadn't gotten chewed out when he got home. His father was soft, not really the kind to dole out punishment. He simply told Hal not to do it again, but, "Between you and me," he was kind of proud that his son had planned to defend the downed Richard. It wasn't exactly "heroic", as his father put it, but it was good enough for Hal. What worried him was the thought of what his mother would say. She was a lawyer, after all. Punishment was her specialty. Typically, she avoided it, but when it came to her son, the dogs of war were quite..... loose. He hoped that he'd have enough of a story to tell after this special detention to make her lay off, but... one can never be too sure.
He approached stealthily, hoping to see Om before Om could see him. Since Hal couldn't see Om, he'd either already lost, or beat him here.
Hal didn't like either of those outcomes.
When Mina asked when this whole charade was getting started, Hal took the opportunity for social activity, anything to get his mind off his mother.
"No clue, Ice Queen. I assume whenever ol' Om gets here. Hope it isn't too long." | Name: Hal Putnam
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.
Relations: TBD
Power: |
50,519 | 1,358 | 47 | 1,078 | 1,927 | Thursday March 21st, 2016
Interacting with basically everyone.
Apparently they were all getting punished, Alden could only smirk at the situation he's about to get into. It was a ridiculous one atleast. He thought these thoughts as he looked at himself in the mirror, getting ready for the labour disguised as 'detention'. He also put a small rucksack around his neck, the bag having some extra clothes and food.
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Alden took his time in arriving to the park, he identified as much constellations as he could before arriving at the meeting place. Although something has been bugging Alden, a shadow seems to be slipping out of his view quickly, was it just his imagination. Well unless Alden is hallucinating the sound then it should be real, probably. Whatever the thing was it darted to and fro the darkness quickly, and Alden tried to ignore it as much as he could.
Before he knew it he arrived alongside the other detentionee's, thankfully whatever was darting around the darkness and following him was gone.
"Hello fellow inmates, how fares the night?" Alden called out to all of them with his usual smirk, particularly gazing at Mina. | Name:
Alden Sebastian
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Appearance:
Alden stands at about 5'8". His body is kept at the fit side of things, as Alden cares about his appearance the most. He dresses prim and posh. Most of his effort goes towards his clothing and fashion sense. He gravitates towards black and a darkish hue of blue. His hair is a dark maroon brown, which is always properly styled. The most outstanding feature are his teal-coloured eyes, the eyes almost seem to pierce right through you. It seems that he is also fairly attractive according to some of his classmates, but he simply scoffs at this.
Personality:
Alden had become a perfectionist over the years, because of him secretly striving for his parents attention. Everything he does, he tries to do to the best of his capabilities. Whenever something doesn't perfectly fit the scenario in his mind, he becomes visibly irritated, clicking his tongue and sometimes even glaring. In the situation where everything isn't a '100%' Alden would try to strive for the 'perfect picture' in his mind.
Whilst interacting with others, he can be blunt and painfully honest. Over the years he has become more intuitive because of his attitude, and so can easily pick out faults, shortcomings or problems and point it out. Occasionally even giving his two cents on how he himself would 'remedy' the situation. Because of this he tends to not have many friends, though he doesn't really care and would even sarcastically remark this. He is cited as 'attractive yet a pain in the ass' by his classmates at school. Though once you become his friends, the blunt honesty tend reduces to a minimum and you see the softer side of Alden.
See that confident smile of his? It's a facade. In truth he has a side to him that he frantically tries to hide is that Alden has the tendency to blame himself, even when it isn't his fault. He is a 'self-serving martyr', so to speak. An inferiority complex of sorts which stems directly from his past. Only the closest people know this side of him, like his sister. He desperately tries to hide under a mask, the mask being actually how he wants to be.
Background:
Alden was born to a normal family, Quentin. His parents loved him and cared for him. Then his sister was born, he was then mostly neglected by his parents to favor his younger sister who was born a few years later after him. While he did not blame his sister for his parents actions, he blamed himself. He began performing everything perfectly, without a fault. His grades were almost always perfect as he began being more studious. Even his attention to his appearance stemmed from this. His primary thoughts were, 'Maybe if I did perfectly, they would notice, maybe...'
Alden never actually realized that his parents thought he was mature enough to do things by himself. and him being a perfect little boy further proved this, with them now focusing fully on his younger sister. However due to this nature, he had become more self-dependent, and slightly arrogant and snobbish, even being sarcastic and blunt to a fault at times, pointing out inadequacy or shortcomings when he sees it because of developed habit of being 'perfect'.
Relations:
TBD
Power:
???
Miscellanious:
Theme song |
50,520 | 1,358 | 48 | 931 | 246 | After their last class, Blake and Al had an uneasy bike ride home. They were quite sure it would be more than a little uncomfortable to have to explain what really went down at lunch and why Blake wound up pulled into it. True enough, the atmosphere was a bit heavy when their parents got home. The first thing they did was sit the boys down to give them the whole truth of the matter- which they did do, but filled with reassurances that neither of them did anything to make it worse. The Reyes knew they didn’t raise liars, so they bought into it rather well, if a little angrily. What good was it in calling out the people who seriously couldn’t do a thing? What kind of teacher calls their students sheep?! And what kind of a detention occurs that late at night on a Thursday?
The family pulled a collective shrug. Mr. Reyes called the teacher who assigned it an asshole.
However, just because they didn’t agree with the punishment didn’t mean it gave Blake a free pass to skimp out on it. Unfortunate as it was, he still had to attend it. Despite his heavy groaning about it, his parents ordered he finish his homework early so he could just get this over with.
And so he did…
At around 7 PM, Blake biked away from his home in the same old clothes, but with an old, yellow hoodie swapped out for his button-up shirt. Mostly by his dad’s nagging and his insistence of always arriving somewhere with half an hour to spare. Blake never made it a priority to actually follow that creed, but if his dad was around to enforce it he didn’t have much of a choice. His dad also usually insisted the boys not go out alone around night time, but just this once he decided to test the waters and let Blake go by himself instead of just driving him there or making his brother accompany him.
When Blake arrived, however, he found himself half-wishing Al was here with him. He couldn’t help but feel somebody was watching him as he locked up his bike. It didn’t help matters at all when he saw something dart just out of sight when he turned to check on it. There was a growing sense of discomfort in the pit of Blake’s stomach after seeing that… Was somebody stalking the park? Or was somebody just being a sneaky little sunuvagun? He wasn’t sure he’d enjoy the outcome either way. To try and settle down, he just pat his face and started making his way to where he thought the meet-up location was. Surely it was just nothing… Surely. | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
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50,521 | 1,358 | 49 | 102 | 212 | Thursday March 21st, 2016
Ice Queen. How did that happen? Mina used to be a very friendly person, a person that everyone could easily become friends with. But after the accident happened, she started to block everyone out, not wanting to get close to anyone.
Mina tried not to remember, and shook everything off.
When Alden arrived, Mina looked up. Since everyone, except The Signing Girl, seemed to be here, she put away her book. As soon as she noticed him looking at her, she stared back. Mina took everything as a competition, and this one was going to be a challenge. After standing there stupidly for about a minute, she looked away first. Damn it! Mina could feel her heart beating, and she desperately tried to slow it down. Detention was going to start soon, after all. | Name: Mina Cain (Can be called Min)
Gender: Straight female
Age: 14
Appearance: Picture Above
Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident.
Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she’ll be like an open book.
Power: |
50,522 | 1,358 | 50 | 2,502 | 1,203 | 6:00 pm, Callahan household
Sophia stood in the center of her living room, three sets of eyes gazing at her. Since getting home almost half an hour ago, she had spent the better part of that time being chastised by her aunt, while her mother and uncle simply sat by with very serious expressions. And boy did it suck, especially since she kept her pinned with her “I’m very disappointed with you” look. Tic-tac’s evil eye had been pretty impressive, but nobody could make you feel like you just got caught kicking a puppy like her Aunt Kailey. Honestly, facing a courtroom judge couldn’t have been any worse.
It didn’t help that Kailey was an actual lawyer, so she actually could become a judge if she wanted.
So there she stood, head down, with Kailey standing in front of her with her arms folded. “I mean, do you even know the kind of damage that you could have done to that boy? You struck him in the throat, and then put your knee into his head! What if you had given him a concussion? What if he had stopped breathing?”
Sophia remained unresponsive. She’d already had her chance to argue her case, now this was just facing the music. Kailey looked like she was ready to go on for another half-hour, when Joseph leaned forward from his seat on the sofa. “Kay, I think she gets the point.” He smiled as his wife gave him a look, miffed at having been cut off mid-rant, then turned back to his niece. “Look, Lady, we’re not mad that you fought back. Ricky’s a good kid, and it’s good to stick up for your friends. It’s why I gave you my old punching bag to practice on, you’re always going to be the first and last one to rely on when things get ugly. And I’m definitely going to be having a little chat with my old buddy about this Largent boy. If just getting bumped into gets him this riled up, then there’s something wrong there.”
Madeline glanced at him. “To be fair, he did get a plate full of spaghetti on him. I mean, when Jessica Andrews dumped her slurpee over my head in high school, I slapped her so hard you could still see the handprint the next day.”
The corner of Joseph’s mouth quirked, but otherwise his stoic expression didn’t break. “The difference is what Ricky did was an accident. Jessica Andrews dumped her slurpee on you because you stole her underwear and taped it to the ceiling of the boys locker-room during gym class. With a sign saying ‘Please get in me.’” Ignoring his sister’s ‘good point’ look, he continued on. “What we’re upset with, Lady, is that you went too far with it. I’m all for protecting yourself, but you don’t want to do worse than what he was already doing. And unfortunately, we live in a world where sometimes the good guys get punished for being good. It sucks, but that’s the way of the world. So!”
He stood up, looking down at Sophia with an imperious expression. “To make sure you’ve learned your lesson, you will wear pants for the rest of the week. INCLUDING the weekend.”
Sophia’s jaw dropped, and her face paled. The rest of the week! But… but… She looked to her mother and aunt, but the former was pointedly looking away, while the latter simply glared at her, daring her to protest. After a moment, she hung her head again. Yes Uncle.
Joseph gave a single nod, and pointed towards the stairs. “Good. Now march, Lady.” He waited until the tiny girl disappeared down the stairs before sitting down, whereupon both he and his sister burst out in a fit of chuckles and giggles.
Holding her stomach, Madeline looked at him. “Pants for the rest of the week? Really?”
Grinning, Joseph leaned back in the sofa. “Hey, I’m not going to punish the girl for doing the right thing. Somebody hits you or your friends, you go on the defense. Besides, you know how much she hates wearing them.” His grin faded for a moment. “I am going to have to talk to Charlie about this though. This kid can’t just go around hitting people for every little thing.”
A steady thumping sound announced Sophia’s return, and she bounded into the living room, wearing black sweatpants, black backpack and a black hoodie. Giving a twirl, she smiled brightly. So, how do I look? Am I a proper delinquent? She pulled her hood up, tucking her hair into her collar, and gave a very unconvincing glower.
Her mother and uncle both broke out in chuckles again, and Madeline gave her a thumbs up. Even Kailey broke a grin at her niece’s antics. “Very dark and roguish. You’ll be falling in with the wrong crowd in no time.”
Sophia immediately beamed, and tackled her aunt with a hug before dancing towards the front door. Thanks Aunty. See ya later! She immediately came up short as Kailey grabbed the handle of her backpack. “Wait, wait wait. Where are you off to?”
Sea Side Park for my detention.
Madeline glanced at the clock, frowning. “Already? It’s only six o’clock, I thought you didn’t need to be there until eight.”
Rocking on her feet, Sophia tilted her head and shrugged. That’s right.
“Okay, so. It’s forty-five minutes to walk there. Probably less for you. What exactly are you going to do until then?”
Digging her toes into the carpet and looking up at the ceiling with her hands clasped behind her back, Sophia was the picture of perfect innocence. You know. Stuff. She gave an impish grin, then spun around and dashed for the door, leaving the three adults staring in her wake.
After a moment, Joseph shook his head and chuckled, looking at his sister. “You know she gets this from you, right?”
Madeline glared at him and smacked his arm. “Uh, excuse me? Whose idea was it to stash Jessica’s underwear in the boys locker-room? Because it wasn’t mine.”
Joseph frowned. “What? Yeah it was, that has ‘Madeline Callahan’ written all over it.”
“Nooo, YOU came up with that idea. I wanted to string them up on the flag pole.”
Rolling her eyes as the siblings began arguing back and forth, Kailey made her way into her bedroom and grabbed a book from her bookshelf. “30 years old and they’re still children.” Taking out her bookmark, she settled down on her bed, then made a small smile. “Shouldn’t have stolen my boyfriend, Jess.”
8:00 pm, Sea Side Park
A single figure perched on a shadowed branch, distance rendering them invisible to the other kids. One of the taller trees in the park, it offered a perfect vantage point from which to observe nearly everything.
Lowering her binoculars, Sophia grinned, then grimaced and tugged at her pants. She’d been wandering around the park for nearly an hour and a half, learning the lay of the land, and she could feel her thighs crying out for fresh air. If it didn’t drive her insane by the end of the week, it would be a miracle.
She turned her attention back to the little gathering at the entrance of the park, her grin slowly coming back as she peered through her binoculars. It wasn’t ideal, a lot of open space, but she was nothing if not resourceful. Not her night of glory by a long shot, but a good exercise of her talents. A backpack full of goodies and unsuspecting victims, the perfect combination. Their division would be their weakness, their uncertainty her boon. They would know fear. Tonight, The Spectre would make her triumphant return. Let the games begin.
Stuffing her binoculars into her backpack, she dropped to the ground and darted deeper into the park, grumbling to herself as she tugged again at her pants. Stupid… fabric… leg tubes… | Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
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50,523 | 1,358 | 51 | 2,568 | 670 | Micky could feel a slight breeze run up his back from under his shirt, the sweat that soaked his shirt underneath his sweater became ice when the air touched in. It was just one of the many things he was going to have to put up with today, and just like the breeze, discontent for this detention was inevitable. Micky let out a deep sigh, before giving the other students a glance. Half of them seemed like they were feeling the same way Micky was, bored and waiting for their torture to begin. By the looks of the park Micky figure they'd be doing a community service type thing, picking up garbage and generally cleaning the area. The best way to throw away the day, seeing as if this were the case, the park would be just as dirty in about a week or so.
"So, Does anybody really know what we're doing here? Like, you know?" Micky said, he realized he might have said it a bit quietly. He coughed once to clear his throat and sat up, "Anybody know what we're going to be doing here?" His voice was projected perfectly in his opinion. He continued to look at everyone in case they were planning on answering, he thought if he could be engaged in a conversation time would fly faster and it wouldn't be as boring as it is now.
Micky looked out at the park and started to wonder; How long will we be here for? Micky was sure if Om had said it or not, it was completely slipping his memory. If we're here to clean up garbage and sutff, we might actually be here for hours... A worried expression plastered his face as he looked down at his watch. Oh no... I might miss the new episode... Micky let out another, this one wasn't out of discontent but rather disappointment. He whispered to himself, "Damn." | Name: Micky Young
Gender: Male
Age: 16
I don't want you to look at his body, but rather his face. His face being the only thing I want out of this pic . His face being slightly more plump. Micky stands at about 5'4, and weighs slightly over 200 lbs. Most of his weight comes from the excess fat he has around his gut and legs. He usually wears thick hoodies that cover up his body, but recently he's been wearing a few sweater vests that make him look slightly thinner. Micky had poor posture and usually slouches when he's sitting or walking, leaving him with a sore back most days.
Personality: There really isn't one word that can describe Micky. At times and in certain situations, Micky can be very lazy or very productive with his day. Micky could also be very shy, or when he goes to formal places with his family, very outspoken. The only thing that really sets Micky aside when it come to standing out in a crowed, is that he is a quick learner. Not in the traditional sense, like learning about school and stuff, but more of a practical sense.
Micky can pick up on little things quickly, social hints, peoples feelings through their expressions or words. He's very keen on things like that. Micky is also and avid reader, his favorite books being about true crime, usually about the Mob or righteous groups. This interest usually spills over to his real life, making him interested in the weird and brutal. Yet, he still gets a bit standoffish when the time of trouble comes by. It's much like how he is with people, at first he's interested in beings friend with someone, but if their interest gets to high to quickly, it'll freak Micky out and usually drive him away.
If Micky manages to ease himself into a friendship it almost always lasts a long time, resulting in a friend that you can trust with your life if need be. Micky is a reliable friend, when you do become friends with him, that is.
Background: Micky lived a troubled life ever since he started to attend school. At a very young age, Micky had fallen victim to bullies. The would tease him about his weight, and poke fun at him, calling him names and the like. When Micky was in grades 1-5, the bullying didn't really bother him,they just annoyed him, for the most part the bullies weren't that good at bullying. But as grades 6, 7 and 8 rolled around, Micky noticed the boys, and sometimes girls, started to get more vicious with their words and actions. The girls, taking it as far as making earthquake jokes when he walked in class, and the boys adopting a more physical approach.
Those last three years before high school were seriously hard on Micky, nearly everyday Micky would be left crying in the bathroom waiting out the day, or sent home early because the bullies had been particularly rough that day. Luckily, Micky's parents were the kindest souls in his life, and at the end of the day Micky would always have a place and people to come back to who would make thing better.
There was a change in Micky's life when they decided to move away from the city that they have been living in for years. They were moving just before the start of Micky's first year of high school. This was both a blessing and a scare for Micky as he knew what could come of it. Micky hated the idea of moving cities, leaving everything behind. But, on the positive side, Micky would be free from the chains of his bullies that tortured him everyday at school. This may be the opportunity to change and start a better school life. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because Micky knew exactly how harsh bullies at high school can be and his mom had just saved him from that agony.
Micky is now in a new city, with site and sounds. This being the perfect way for Micky to change the things he dislikes about himself and be a person that people want to hang out with. After the move, Micky started exercising and he started to be a little more outgoing, but everything is still a work in progress.
Relations: Open
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50,524 | 1,358 | 52 | 931 | 246 | Blake leaned up against the fence they were all waiting at, contenting himself to wait on the end of it that didn’t consist of the “trouble a mile away” club. His dad’s policy really backfired this time around. There was nothing to do! Conversation seemed to be stretched thin and he hadn’t brought anything to kill time with. Most kids his age had smart phones by now, but their household could only afford one at the time cell phone upgrades came up. At the time, Blake thought he wouldn’t need one and let it go to Albert. Now though, he deeply regretted that decision at times like these. He didn’t even have a music player he could use instead, he lost it last month cleaning out his room.
When he heard Mick speak up (and subsequently repeat himself?) it was like a godsend. ”I’m pretty sure it’s just picking up garbage…” Blake idly scratched the back of his head, ”I hope we’re not out here too long. Having to pick up trash all night’s gonna be a major pain.” Going at this all night was probably a stretch considering it was still only a Thursday, but he was willing to bet Om would stretch it out as long as he could.
Speak of the devil! Just as Blake started over for Richard to back him up, Om quickly cut his way in. He was quite relieved by the authority he carried here, actually. Blake was willing to stick up for the little man no matter the odds, but even he didn’t like trying to break up a whole gang of people. With everyone in line now, Blake raised his hand and asked, “We’re only picking up trash here, right? Shouldn’t we have brought, like, tools or something for that?” | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
Power: |
50,525 | 1,358 | 53 | 931 | 246 | Thursday March 21, 2016
Om smirked at Blakes question. "Tools would make things too easy, and this is supposed to be a punishment for all of you, so you'll just have to wait and see. Now," he crooked a finger in their general direction, indicating for them all to follow. "come with me and we'll get you guys started.
He turned and walked away, sure that they would al fall in line behind him. And they did. Richard sighed and followed along with Largent loping along behind. Carter, Cassidy, and Hall all fell into step, if reluctantly, leaving the rest to bring up the rear of the group. Alden and Mina walked side by side While Micky and Blake sort of meandered around near the rear of the group. Sophia was still nowhere to be seen but there was little doubt in anyones mind that the strange girl was somewhere in the area.
"You have got to be shitting me," Richar muttered when they crested a small hill and looked down into the center of the park. The exact middle of the grassed space was a giant open field. There was a baseball diamond at one end and enough space in between the diamond and the end of the grass for a regulation soccer field to be set up. At the end of the rectangular space closest to where they stood where five large trash dumpsters.
Five empty trash dumpsters.
The ground in front of them was strewn from one side of the field to the other with loose paper, bags, boxes, scrap metal, springs, an entire sofa, what looked like part of a volkswagen bug, and a set of wooden bunk beds.
"There's nothing disgusting out there," Om said, waving a hand in the direction of the mess that covered several hundred sure feet of ground. "No food trash or liquids, nothing like that. This trash was acquired from stationary stores and hardware stores and thrift stores. It's all relatively clean, as trash goes, but I will be supplying you al with gloves. Other than that, no tools. You may all leave when all of that trash," he pointed at the mess. "Is in those dumpsters," he said and jerked his thumb in the direction of the dumpsters."
Richard stared at the field of debris, noting idly that Sophia was already walking amongst the mess, picking things up at random. She had already constructed a little doll, using various mechanical parts to construct the body and some yarn that she was in the process of tying to the things 'head' as hair. If hair came in hot pink, neon blue, and baby puke yellow.
"Do I want to know how she go over there so fast?" Om asked Richard in a lowered tone and Richard could only shake his head.
"Probably not, Sir."
"Call me Om," he said, absently. After a moment he seemed to shake himself awake and clapped his hands together once. "Alright, who wants gloves? The long this takes you the longer it'll be before you get home, and don't forget, tomorrow is a school day."
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"I can't believe we're actually picking up all this junk," Largent growled, glaring at the mess around them. They were maybe a quarter of the way through the chaos, but with every passing minute Largent became more and more aggravated about the entire situation. "This is such bullshit." He pulled out his last cigarette and tossed the pack over his shoulder, tucking the butt between his lips.
"Hey!" Largent turned to face the voice, tip of his cigarette glowing angrily as he tucked his lighter into his pocket.
“Watch where you're throwing things, Dude,” Cassidy snapped and threw the empty pack back at Largent.
“Hey, just cause you're a chick, don't think I wont knock your ass out,” he snarled and she stepped forward, almost chest to chest with him before she reached up and shoved him. Largent stumbled back, crashing into Hall, who shoved him again, spun and swung wildly at thin air.
It was about at that point when things completely fell apart. Everyone started yelling. Some jumped into the fray, attempting to pull Largent and Hall apart after the two started laying into each other. Alden and Mina kept to the outskirts of the argument while Sophia attempted to get close enough to drop Largent again, but everyone else kept getting in her way. And through it all, Om, was nowhere to be seen, having left them to their cleaning more than half an hour previously.
Richard found himself dragged into the mess, literally, by Largent grabbing the front of his jacket and yanking him forward.
“Somehow,” Largent growled. “I'm not sure how, but somehow, I'm positive this is all your fault somehow you little shit!” he snapped. Richard panicked and leaned as far back as he could, partly to try to simply put distance between himself and Largent, who looked to be in a complete rage, and partly to try to avoid the stink of his cigarette breath. In doing so, leaning back, jacket digging into his armpits as he sunk down in the garment, he was afforded a unique viewpoint that no one else present had.
“What the hell is that?”
When Richard spoke, it wasn't exceptionally loud. He didn't yell, or raise his voice particularly. But the words cut through the group like a knife, instantly silencing the argument and everyone turned to stare at Richard and Largent. Richard was staring up into the sky, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open in complete shock.
“What the hell is that?” Cassidy echoed, at which point Largent dropped Richard on his ass and turned to look up, along with everyone else.
IT, was a shape. A triangular shape. One might even have called it a ship, except for the fact that there were no visible engines. No propellers, no props, no anything to indicate how the craft, easily 150 feet in length from tip to end, was remaining in the air. There were no lights. Apparently no windows. And it was silent.
Completely, and utterly silent, floating impossibly across the sky. They stood and watched as it floated past the baseball field, over the stand of trees separating the field from the rest of the park, and it slowly dropped behind the evergreens and out of sight.
There was a moment, just a moment, where everyone stood, motionless, staring at the trees and the ship that they knew lay just behind them.
Then they were moving. Largent started to move but Ricard reached out and grabbed his ankle, tripping the larger boy as he leapt to his feet and broke into a sprint.
'What the hell am I doing?' he thought as his shoes pounded across the grass. 'I'm running toward a space ship, possibly alien, probably alien, when I should be running away. I should be calling the police, or the media, or the frickin' FBI! But no, I'm running AT the damn space ship.' He shook his head, pushed the thoughts aside and simply ran, rushing across the baseball field with everyone else in hot pursuit.
He wanted to be the first one to see the ship. | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
Power: |
50,526 | 1,358 | 54 | 2,553 | 50 | Something inside Hal screamed at him, screamed like nothing he'd ever felt before:
ADVENTURE!
Hal scrambled after the strange ship, trying to vault over any of the oddly-placed and illogical obstacles that he was supposed to be cleaning up along the way. He could feel it, deep in his bones. Somehow..... he was meant to follow it. Not that he needed encouragement anyway; he figured the first thing he was gonna do when he got there, was touch it. Then, then he would climb on it! He was willing to bet it would make Om or his mother very angry.
Hal liked to think it made them feel alive. | Name: Hal Putnam
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.
Relations: TBD
Power: |
50,527 | 1,358 | 55 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Thursday March 21, 2016
"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Om looked up, handful of popcorn halfway to his mouth. "Al, we agreed this was a good decision. We need to see what happens, we're going to need allies, you know that." He tossed the popcorn into his mouth and crunched noisily.
They were sitting on top of the baseball field fence, completely unobserved as the kids continued their mad scramble across the grass and dirt, pushing and pulling at each other in their bid to be the first to reach the ship.
"But not all of them are going to be allies. Cassidy, Carter, Largent? You really think they'll be on the side of the angels? And don't get me started on Hall, that kid gives ME the creeps."
Om shrugged. "No, they're probably not all going to be on the good side of things, but the others will need someone to practice against, and that'll be good for them."
"You think they'll actually manage to form a team? Work together for the betterment of all? Did we do that when it happened to us?"
"It didn't happen to me, Al," Om said quietly, never taking his eyes off the rapidly fleeing children. "It happened to you."
"We don't know that for sure-"
"Shut up," Om cut Al off. "They're just reaching the ship..."
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Richard slid to a stop, his shoes skidding across the grass for several feet before slowing him enough and he stood there, staring at the ship.
Up close it was even more enormous than it had seemed in the air. A light gray metal with intricate patterns all across the hull. As it landed, three ski like landing skids extended from the belly and toward the point, what Richard assumed was the front, a ramp had lowered.
Up the ramp they could see into the interior of the vessel. Nothing but blackness, wirh somewhere a pulsating yellow light glowing deep within the heart of the ship. | Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
Powers: |
50,528 | 1,358 | 56 | 931 | 246 | Despite the initial burst he had placing him ahead of the others, Blake was easily eclipsed when pit against somebody who actually practiced running. Yeah he kept himself in shape, but Sophia easily outpaced him in no time. He wasn’t one to be set back by this, though. His origin story was on the line here! He managed to run fast enough to keep a short distance behind the two in the lead.
When the ship finally came into view Blake was absolutely awestruck. His pace started to slow down so he could get a better look, but once he saw Sofia just charge right into the ship that idea went sailing out the window. Now that he could actually see the vessel, he was honestly just about ready to stop and see what everyone else had to say about it. Since someone already jumped the gun on it, though, like hell would he let himself be one of the first to arrive and not get on board.
So instead of stopping, Blake went full steam ahead after Sofia and ran right up the ramp and into the ship. He had a bit less presence of mind than her, unfortunately, and smacked straight into the wall she managed to avoid instead. There was an audible thunk that Blake’s head made and an even more audible ”OW!!!” that could be heard, followed by one more thunk as he stumbled back onto the floor.
”Oooooooow… That friggin’ hurt…” Blake groaned as he nursed his head and caught his breath down below. | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
Power: |
50,529 | 1,358 | 57 | 102 | 212 | Thursday March 21, 2016
Mina sighed. Why did these people have to fight all the time? They just had to ignore one thing, and the fight wouldn't have happened in the first place.
When everyone started running towards the ship, Mina sighed again. They were making her run again. She decided to stay where she was until someone came back to fetch her if she was needed. After a few seconds, she felt a slight pull. It was as if the ship was trying to suck her in. Fine. I'll walk slowly.
When the people in front of her vanished out of her sight, her mind went crazy. What if they're all gone? What if they're all dead? She started to sprint towards the ship. As soon as she saw that they were all okay, she calmed down. Wait, what happened? Is the ship now controlling my body, too? | Name: Mina Cain (Can be called Min)
Gender: Straight female
Age: 14
Appearance: Picture Above
Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident.
Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she’ll be like an open book.
Power: |
50,530 | 1,358 | 58 | 1,078 | 1,927 | Thursday March 21st, 2016
It has been less than 5 minutes and there was already a fight going on. It is to be expected, Alden honestly didn't know what Om was thinking, nor was he actually thinking. Putting these people togethere is a bad chemical reaction. Before he could jump in however, a blinding light caused Alden to place his hands infront of the light.
Soon after a mad scramble went towards the light, however Alden was more weary than anything. I mean, who would make a mad dash towards some unknown, foreign object. That's not to say his curiousity was piqued however. He furrowed his eyebrows ever so slightly as he tried to make sense of whatever that was. He didn't notice that he himself was also walking slowly towards the odd ship.
It seems as if everyone tried to sprint towards the ship, even Mina. It was to be expected, and after a troubling, deep sigh, Alden began his steady and unhurried ascent on the metal ramp upwards. With each step there was an odd sound produced, as if the metal wasn't off this world, each producing a notable 'thwang'.
As he entered, Blake ran headfirst into a wall. Donning his normal, habitual smile he offered out a hand towards the downed boy,
"You alright?" he asked, "Need a hand?" | Name:
Alden Sebastian
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Appearance:
Alden stands at about 5'8". His body is kept at the fit side of things, as Alden cares about his appearance the most. He dresses prim and posh. Most of his effort goes towards his clothing and fashion sense. He gravitates towards black and a darkish hue of blue. His hair is a dark maroon brown, which is always properly styled. The most outstanding feature are his teal-coloured eyes, the eyes almost seem to pierce right through you. It seems that he is also fairly attractive according to some of his classmates, but he simply scoffs at this.
Personality:
Alden had become a perfectionist over the years, because of him secretly striving for his parents attention. Everything he does, he tries to do to the best of his capabilities. Whenever something doesn't perfectly fit the scenario in his mind, he becomes visibly irritated, clicking his tongue and sometimes even glaring. In the situation where everything isn't a '100%' Alden would try to strive for the 'perfect picture' in his mind.
Whilst interacting with others, he can be blunt and painfully honest. Over the years he has become more intuitive because of his attitude, and so can easily pick out faults, shortcomings or problems and point it out. Occasionally even giving his two cents on how he himself would 'remedy' the situation. Because of this he tends to not have many friends, though he doesn't really care and would even sarcastically remark this. He is cited as 'attractive yet a pain in the ass' by his classmates at school. Though once you become his friends, the blunt honesty tend reduces to a minimum and you see the softer side of Alden.
See that confident smile of his? It's a facade. In truth he has a side to him that he frantically tries to hide is that Alden has the tendency to blame himself, even when it isn't his fault. He is a 'self-serving martyr', so to speak. An inferiority complex of sorts which stems directly from his past. Only the closest people know this side of him, like his sister. He desperately tries to hide under a mask, the mask being actually how he wants to be.
Background:
Alden was born to a normal family, Quentin. His parents loved him and cared for him. Then his sister was born, he was then mostly neglected by his parents to favor his younger sister who was born a few years later after him. While he did not blame his sister for his parents actions, he blamed himself. He began performing everything perfectly, without a fault. His grades were almost always perfect as he began being more studious. Even his attention to his appearance stemmed from this. His primary thoughts were, 'Maybe if I did perfectly, they would notice, maybe...'
Alden never actually realized that his parents thought he was mature enough to do things by himself. and him being a perfect little boy further proved this, with them now focusing fully on his younger sister. However due to this nature, he had become more self-dependent, and slightly arrogant and snobbish, even being sarcastic and blunt to a fault at times, pointing out inadequacy or shortcomings when he sees it because of developed habit of being 'perfect'.
Relations:
TBD
Power:
???
Miscellanious:
Theme song |
50,531 | 1,358 | 59 | 102 | 212 | Thursday March 21, 2016
Richard blinked, surprised as everyone else brushed and rushed past him and onto the ship with it's mysterious pulsating yellow light somewhere deep within. He grunted and stumbled as Largent pushed by, slamming his shoulder hard into Richard as he went. Cassidy, Hall, and Carter followed the rest of them onto the ship, with Alden following along at the back of the pack, a disdainful expression on his face that Richard thought probably had more to do with the fact that they had been cleaning up garbage than it had to do with the ship in front of them.
Finally, the first to arrive but last to board, Richard followed along behind everyone else. One foot in front of the other, each step slowly eating up the ground between him and the inevitable. maybe he was waiting, hoping an adult would happen by and stop him? Was that why he was delaying? He wasn't sure, but he didn't like the implications, so he finally ducked his head and married forward, stalking his way up the ramp.
The gray metal beneath his shoes seemed to give, like rubber, but was undeniably strong and firm as steel. It was a dizzying feeling, knowing that the ground under him appeared completely solid, but it felt as if it was sagging beneath his weight.
When he reached the top of the ramp he took two more steps into the ship and lifted his head, getting his first look of the inside of a real space ship.
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"Think they're going to be disappointed?" Om asked, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
"Wasn't I?" Al countered. "At least at first. It did look kinda boring at first. Didn't start getting interesting until a few minutes later."
Om nodded, a wicked grin playing around his lips. "Oh, look. It's closing up." Al turned his head just in time to see the light wink out of existence as the ramp closed silently behind Richard, the last of them to enter the ship.
"I hope you know what you're doing," he muttered.
"We all agreed, Al," Om snapped irritably. "You and Be would handle the... wild contacts... so to speak, and I would handle something like this. And in the last twenty odd years this has been the first situation like this we've ever encountered. So if you don't fucking mind, I have more than earned the right to conduct these tests as I see fit."
"And how many of them are going to go off the deep end? You don't even have the slightest clue what they'll end up with. Some of them could kill people, Om, and if they do that'll be your fault."
Om glared at Al, his gaze steady and filled with anger. "I am well aware of the risks, and more than willing to accept the consequences. A basic risk assessment is enough to tell me that the potential benefits rather far outweighs the potential risks."
Al threw his hands up in the air, making a disgusted sound at the back of his throat. "I give up. Some men just want to watch the world burn."
They fell into silence for a few minutes, Om still munching away on his popcorn.
Finally. "Did you just quote The Dark Knight, at me?"
"Shut up."
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Ship
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
The ship was empty. Richard blinked and rubbed at his eyes with his fists for a moment, unsure if he was actually seeing what he thought he was. When he opened his eyes again, nothing had changed in the slightest. The inside of the huge triangular ship was completely and utterly empty.
No chairs, no equipment, consoles, controls or embellishments of any kind. The floors, wall and ceiling were all a smooth grey tinted metal with swirling patterns and designs etched into its surface. Sophia was walking around the perimeter of the room, poking the walls at random points with the tip of one finger. Largent and his new cronies stood in the center of the empty space, staring around them with a mixture of awe, shock, and anger written across their faces. Hall just looked amused, which freaked Richard out more than usual.
"What the hell is going on?" Richard asked, taking a few more steps forward and craning his head from side to side, looking for anything at all out of place. He couldn't even tell where the yellow light was coming from. It appeared to pulsate in the air around them with no discernible source that he could find.
"Weird right?" Carter asked, chuckling strangely. "There's nothing in here to indicate this vessel was ever manned or operated by anything living. I'm guessing it's an unmanned vehicle, possibly remotely operated from a larger control ship."
Richard arched an eyebrow in his direction. "A mothership? Really?"
"Look around, Stupid," Carter snapped, spreading his arms to indicate the cavernous empty that surrounded them. "There's absolutely no way this ship traveled interstellar distances on it's own. It's too small. It has to have been part of a larger vessel and was sent down here for some reason."
"What reason could there possibly be to send a completely empty ship to land in a park in the middle of nowhere U.S.A?" Richard snapped back and Carter shrugged.
"No idea, but you're assuming the thing is empty."
Richard blinked again and looked around him slowly at the vast empty space. "This isn't empty?"
"You never know. Look at the distance from the floor to the ceiling." Carter pointed at the ceiling above their heads. "I'm five foot three and I could probably touch that ceiling if I jumped."
"So?"
"So? From the outside this ship is easily fifty feet thick top to bottom. Now, if the outer hull is five feet thick all the way around that's ten feet off, top and bottom. Seven feet in here, allowing for the possibility of error in my estimate of the height of the ceiling. That's fifty feet minus seventeen, we're look at a good 33 feet of unused space. Some of that's gotta be engines, life support, etc, but I' be willing to bet there are other systems, other operations that are hidden within the walls and such like on a submarine. Space is at a premium so everything has to stow away nice and neat in order to make it all fit properly and still have room for people to live for months on end."
Richard felt as if his head was spinning. Huh, never knew Carter was such a sci-fi fan, he thought idly and wandered over toward the ramp. He got two steps when he came to a stop, staring at the smooth, unbroken floor in front of him when before there had been a ramp leading outside the ship.
"Um... guys?" he asked, nervously. "Where's the ramp?"
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Trapped
They were trapped.
People started to panic pretty quickly after that. Not surprising, really.
“This is all your fault, Midget.” Largent snapped, glaring angrily at Richard.
“My fault? Did I make you run onto the alien spaceship? Think before you speak, you stupid neanderthal.” Richard growled at the taller boy.
“Did anyone hear anything or see anything?” Carter.
“How do we get out of here?” Cassidy.
“Everyone, just shut up!” Richard suddenly bellowed.
While everyone had continued arguing Richard fought down his own rising sense of panic, just enough to realize that there was a new sound. Something below the level of their raised voices.
Everyone fell silent. Even Largent, who just glared at me, his lips pressed into a thin line.
“Listen,” Richard said and stepped closer to one of the smooth walls. I reached out and gingerly pressed my fingers against the metal. There was a low buzzing, a vibration running through the ship. “Somethings happening you guys. You can feel it in the walls.” The rest of them followed suit and touched the walls, except for Largent and his cronies.
They stood sullenly in the center of the room like a bunch of toddlers that had just been put on time out. Richard almost laughed out loud at the mental image of Largent and his buddies in a preschool time out chair with Dunce caps on their heads, but he was just able to control myself.
“So?” Largent snarled. “Somethings happening. Big whoop. How the hell are we supposed to get out of here?” he grunted.
“What makes you think I know?” Richard sighed, tired of fighting with the irrational Largent.
Richard glanced over at Sophia when she walked up and suddenly put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and found that she was looking almost straight up at the ceiling above them. Richard really wasn’t sure that he wanted to know but his gaze followed hers, almost against his voluntary will until he finally noticed the same thing the rest of them were now looking at.
There were a series of structures growing down from the ceiling, a ceiling that before had been only a few feet above their heads but was now easily twenty feet high and rising. And Richard didn’t think the structures were growing like in the mechanical way. Like Transformers where metal parts move and shift and grow into new shapes. No, this was like the ceiling was melting and dripping down toward them and as each drop solidified at the tip it created a slowly growing steel grey spike until the ceiling looked like something out of an Indiana Jones movie. A set of spikes pointing down toward us.
The end of each individual spike began to glow as everyone inside the ship, started very much, to freak out.
A voice started speaking over some sort of P.A system, cycling through languages so fast none of them could even begin to guess what they might have been. Finally, it settled on English.
“Eleven biological targets for modification. Mutagenic Radiation Array will fire in four… three… two… one…
There was a brilliant blast of light, brighter than anything Richard could remember ever seeing before in his life. His eyes burned. For a moment, he was sure that he would be permanently blinded. Fire raced across his body and through his body. Acid flowed through his veins while lightning traveled across his nerve endings. And just when he opened his mouth to scream in agony everything went blessedly dark.
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Saturday March 23rd, 2016
"What the-" Richard started, setting bolt upright, head swiveling left and right, eyes wide in terror as he took in his surroundings. He was lying in bed, in his room at home, in his pajamas.
"What the hell happened?" A quick glance at his phone where it was plugged in on the nightstand next to him told him it was 9:34 on Saturday morning. "What the hell happened to Friday?" he muttered. He scrambled out of bed and went clattering down the stairs to find his mother in the kitchen.
"Um... mom?"
"Hey, baby. How're you feeling?" she asked and stood from the table. Coffee in one hand she walked over to him and pressed the back of her hand against his forehead. "No fever, you look and sound a lot better too. Feeling alright?"
Richard blinked, his confusion growing with every passing minute. "Um... I feel fine. What happened? Did I sleep through Friday?"
"Oh jeez, baby," she sighed and pulled him into a hug. "That fever was really bad if you don't even remmember. Hungry?" He nodded dumbly as she pulled away and went over to the oven to pull out a plate covered by foil. He sat down, she placed the plate in front of him and he tucked into eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and waffles while she talked. "Your teacher, Mr. Thorne? He dropped you off Thursday night, said you guys had a productive evening cleaning up trash in the park."
"I remember the park," Richard muttered, nodding absently. "And I remember cleaning in the park. But I don't remember leaving the park or coming home from the park," he said and she frowned.
"I'm going to call your school on Monday and complain about that teacher. There was no reason to have you kids out so late on a school night."
"No, mom," Richard interrupted. "It's fine, just what happened next?"
She sighed and leaned back in her chair. "You had a fever yesterday morning so we kept you home from school and you slept all damn day. You've been out basically since about ten thirty Friday night."
"A day and a half?" Richard was shocked. A solid 36 hours, easily, were missing from his life. He jumped up and ran upstairs into his room. In minutes his pajamas were thrown on the floor and he was dressed in boots, jeans, and a t-shirt with the Disturbed Demon grinning broadly on the front.
He ran downstairs, past his startled mother and out the front door. Without missing a beat his leaped the three steps that led from his porch to the ground and ran across the grass toward Sophias house. Maybe she would remember something from the other night that he couldn't.
It was when he made to slow down as he approached the front door that he realized something had gone terribly awry. He didn't slow down. He couldn't feel the ground beneath his boots. He didn't have time to-
THUD
"Ow!" he yelped and fell onto his back as he crashed into the wooden door leading into his friends house at full speed. He winced, waiting for the painful landing that he knew was going to happen.
It didn't happen.
"What the?"
Richard opened his eyes as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from somewhere inside the house and glanced down. It was obviously fairly quickly why he hadn't been able to stop when he approached the house. He had been trying to use his feet, friction against the ground that would bring him to stop. The problem was, he hadn't been using his feet to run in the first place.
It all came crashing down, just as the door to the house opened. Richard was floating a solid three feet off the ground! | Name: Mina Cain (Can be called Min)
Gender: Straight female
Age: 14
Appearance: Picture Above
Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident.
Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she’ll be like an open book.
Power: |
50,532 | 1,358 | 60 | 2,502 | 1,203 | Sophia came to the conclusion that she must have done something very, very mean in a previous life. Or somebody really hated her guts. When her thoughts finally surfaced from murky, dreamless sleep, she found herself both in the room that she shared with her mother and with her head feeling like it was about to implode. Or explode, whichever came first. A low keening noise came from her throat as she sat up, hands pressed against her forehead in a futile attempt to ward off the pain. Ugh, this is worse than the time Ricky and I drank a bottle of Uncle's scotch.
Rolling off of the mattress, she blindly stumbled towards the door and made her way upstairs, not noticing the note taped to the door. She immediately decided that the light coming in through the windows was too bright, and secluded herself in the bathroom to find some painkillers. Of course, they hadn't kicked in yet when the impact at the door made her wince. That's it. Whoever you are, you are a dead person, she grumbled to herself. I will crush your head in the door, chop you up into little pieces with Uncle's buzzsaw, pile you into a garbage bag and drag it to the-
She paused when she opened the door, blinking in the sunlight. For a moment she simply stood there, then rubbed her eyes, squinted, then rubbed her eyes again. She could almost swear that she was looking along Ricky, instead of at him.
Slowly, she bent over to the side, until she was looking under him and sweeping her arm through the open air. Nothing blocked her way. Okay. I must still be asleep. And dreaming. Straightening, she reached out and grabbed Ricky by the foot, ignoring his splutterings. It feels very real for a dream. She slowly lifted him by the foot, still ignoring his protests as his entire body moved around as if there was no gravity. Weird. She swung down, catching him by the shoulders as he spun around, then reached out and slapped him. Hard. Looking at her reddening hand, she blearly squinted. Okay, so this isn't a dream.
Turning her head up, she noticed one of their neighbors, old Mrs. Abney, staring at them with her mouth open, garden hose held limply in her hand. Sophia blinked at her, looked at Ricky, down at herself, then sighed and grabbed him by the shirt, dragging him inside.
Apparently it was going to be one of those days. | Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
Powers: |
50,533 | 1,358 | 61 | 931 | 246 | Saturday March 23rd, 2016
“Wh-wha-what the hell are you doing?” Richard sputtered when Sophia appeared, butt naked in the doorway. His eyes flittered everywhere but at her even though he'd gotten a good enough look when she first came out. Then she grabbed him by the foot and started swinging his body around like he was a golf club.
“Hey, would you cut that out?” he snapped when she suddenly spun him around and her hand flashed out, slapping him hard across the face. “OW! Dammit Sophia would you cut that out?” he cried. It was about the same time that she noticed when Richard realized that their neighbor was staring at them. Sophia grabbed him and started dragging him into the house, “Bye, Mrs. Abney,” he called out, just before the door swung shut.
With a foot planted against his shoulder, Sophia gave Richard a kick and he started floating through the air toward the living room. He kicked and flailed, arms swinging wildly like a swimmer trying to get traction in the water. Since he wasn't in water, and wasn't much of a swimmer either, this really didn't do him much good at all and just caused him to start slowly rotating on the horizontal. When before he had been lying on his back, floating in the air, he was now starting to turn so he was staring down at the hard wood floor beneath him.
“What the hell is going on Soph, and could you please put some clothes on already?” While your average fifteen year old male might have a different reaction when confronted with a nude girl, Richard had been friends with Sophia for far too long to get tripped up by the sight for more than a few minutes. His panic had pushed him far past normal teenage boy reactions and into full blown freak-out mode as well, so he was able to shelve the fact that she was naked and focus more on the fact that he couldn't get down.
“Why the hell am I floating?” he muttered irritably, choosing to ignore his naked friend. “I can't move.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the idea of moving through the air. Side to side, up and down, anything but just floating on his stomach staring at a dust bunny.
Nothing.
No reaction of any kind.
“Grrrr....” he growled and started flailing ineffectually again. “How the hell do I get down-”
It was at that precise moment, that whatever effect had been holding him aloft suddenly cut out, and he fell, landing hard on the wooden floor he had wanted so desperately to be in solid contact with just moments before.
“Ok,” he groaned, face still pressed against the polished boards. “Someone is fucking with me. Or maybe I was a tyrant in another life and this is someones idea of punishment?” | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
Power: |
50,534 | 1,358 | 62 | 2,502 | 1,203 | (Collab between myself and
As funny as it was to see her friend literally faceplant into the floor, her killer headache meant that Sophia wasn't in the laughing mood. Instead, she simply helped him to his feet, and then promptly buried her face into his neck, hugging him from behind. If you were a tyrant, then I was your torture master, she signed. My head hurts, and today is weird. Why were you floating?
He did his best, he really did. Richard tried his absolute hardest to ignore the fact that his best friend, an attractive girl by any measure, had her nude body pressed against him. She was always an affectionate sort and he had largely gotten used to that over the years. This was a new level though and he wasn't entirely sure how to react.
“I have no idea why I was floating,” he blurted out. He made to step away from her but then decided that not seeing her naked any more than he already had was probably for the best. He could learn to ignore the feeling of breasts pressed into his back… right?
“Do you remember anything from Thursday? I don't remember anything at all after we started picking up the trash at the park.” Floating mysteries could wait, one question at a time was the best way to go about it.
For a moment, Sophia didn’t move at all. Then, she moved her head so that she looking up at him. I remember… we were at the park yesterday. Then… we saw… something cool? She frowned, resting on his shoulder. There was a room, I think. We were all in it… and there was a bright light… and then I woke up in bed and wanted to die.
Richard frowned, his brow coming together in a deep furrow that belonged in a much older person. “I don't remember any of that,” he muttered. “A room, a bright light, none of it's familiar. What kind of room? Can you describe it?”
Her frown deepened, and she tried to think of anything else from that night. Finally, she shook her head. No. It hurts too much to think. Please kill me.
“I could never kill you,” he said, a small smirk playing around the corners of his mouth. “It’s still illegal in all fifty states.”
Sophia pouted. You would if you loved me.
Richard lightly smacked her hand but said nothing else. He sighed a moment later and crossed his arms over his chest, head down in thought. “Obviously something happened to us last night. Something that… changed us? I mean I was floating, right? I didn't imagine that?”
Sophia shook her head.
He sighed again, starting to feel like a character out of a bad young adult novel with all the sighing, but he did it anyway and pinched the bridge of his nose between a thumb and forefinger.
“Okay, let's figure this out. Something happened to me and I slept through Friday. If something happened to me it must have happened to you too, right? Aside from feeling like something death brought with him in his suitcase have you noticed anything unusual today?” He glanced around the house and saw a note sitting on the nearby coffee table.
“Did you check for messages?” he asked as he stepped over and picked up the slip of paper.
Squinting, Sophia glanced at the note.
-Sophia, if you’re reading this, then you either missed the note I left on your door, or you ignored it. Either way, GET BACK IN BED YOUNG LADY! YOU ARE SICK! We’ll be home soon. Love, Aunty.-
Oops. Actually, bed sounds really good right now. Half-sighing, half-groaning, she grabbed Ricky’s wrist and tugged him in the direction of the stairs.
Richard let Sophia pull him along by the wrist, not really paying attention to what she was doing or where they were going as he continued trying to rationalize recent events. As they walked he attempted to recreate the sensation of floating that he’d experienced when he crashed into her front door but it was to no avail. No matter what he tried or thought of nothing seemed to work.
Pulling him down the stair and into the room she shared with her mother, Sophia swung him and around and practically threw him onto her bed. Before he had a chance to react, she was climbing under the sheets beside him and cuddling against his chest, head tucked down.
Richard remained oblivious to her intent until he suddenly found himself pitching onto a mattress and Sophia crawled into the bed with him. In his distracted state while trying to puzzle out what happened he had successfully blocked out the fact that she was still naked. The eyeful he got when she climbed into the bed, however, reminded him and his blood pressure suddenly shot through the roof. The fact that she pulled the sheet over them both did little to help him even though she was technically covered up.
“Sophia!” he yelped, his voice cracking as it shot up several octaves and the adrenaline surge of a fight-or-flight response kicked in.
The air rippled around him, a wavering distortion in the air for the span of a single heart beat and suddenly Richard found himself falling until he slammed into a hard surface and all the air rushed from his lungs.
“Oh, fuck me sideways,” he groaned and rolled over onto his back, arms wrapped tightly around his chest as he struggled to pull much needed oxygen back into his lungs. He opened his eyes after nearly a minute to find Sophia, still completely naked, staring up at him from her position lying on her back in the bed.
He closed his eyes again, not before he got a very good look at her, and groaned. “I'm on the ceiling, aren't I? And would you please put some clothes on?”
Point in fact, Sophia did NOT put some clothes on. Instead, she simply held her arms up like she wanted a hug, and gave Richard The Look. It was the saddest, most heart-wrenching look an adorable girl could ever muster, perfected and passed down the Callahan line for generations. No one, ever, in the history of the world, past, present, or future, could resist The Look.
Richard cracked an eye open a minute later to see her giving him her patented Look, arms stretched toward him, which did nothing but draw attention to her breasts.
“Nope,” he said and shook his head. “Not falling for it this time. That's your “You Feel So Incredibly Guilty Because You Just Kicked A Kitten” Look. Not falling for it this time.” His words were far more confident than his tone implied, but he was trying.
Minutes passed with no movement between either of them. Occasionally Richard would squint one eye open to see if she'd gotten dressed but invariably she was in exactly the same position, ratcheting up The Look each time. Each time he found it working just a little better than the time before.
Finally he let out an explosive sigh of exasperation and opened his eyes again, attempting an admonishing glare. He opened his mouth to speak when the air suddenly rippled again.
“You really need to- gah!” he yelped as whatever force held him to the ceiling abruptly vanished again and he fell back toward the bed, and right into Sophia's open arms. He barely caught himself with his hands on the mattress to avoid crushing her but still landed heavily atop her, head pillowed nicely against her breasts.
Ricky dropping from the ceiling was definitely surprising, and she gasped as all the air shot from her lungs. So, naturally, she did the only reasonable thing to do in such a situation. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him tightly against her, and purred happily once she had her breath back.
At least until a thought suddenly occurred to her, causing her eyes to shoot open. Immediately she pushed him up (though her legs were still locked around his waist). Wait, what do you mean you slept through Friday? Today is Friday!
Richard grunted, the air around them both rippling and subsiding as he struggled to escape. “No, it's Saturday. Would you please let go? We were sick all through Fri- stop that! Friday, and it is now Saturday.” While he fought they rose into the air and fell over and over, rotating slowly as they did until finally, they landed on the mattress again, Richard on his back with Sophia straddling him.
A second later the sheet, still planted firmly against the ceiling fell and draped itself across them.
Richard sighed in defeat. “I give up.”
Now in a more comfortable position without Ricky’s heavy weight on top of her, Sophia sat up, her face adorned with utter devastation. You mean I missed two whole runs? She leaned down on him with her hands pressed against his chest, Inadvertently giving him an even more impressive view than he had before.
Richard closed his eyes again, determined to keep them that way until he remembered he wouldn't be able to communicate with her if he couldn't see her signing.
“Good chocolate Christ on a cracker,” he muttered and glared up at her, focusing on her face and ignoring all else. “Yes you missed two runs. But you were sick so no one will hold it against you. I think the fact that I've been ping-ponging through the air like a party balloon should be of slightly greater concern at the moment don't you?”
She seemed to consider his words for a moment, then shrugged. Hurts too much to think about. With that, she laid back down, nuzzled her head under his chin, closed her eyes, and purred again. Whatever weird things that were going on, it could all wait until her head stopped feeling like it had an axe buried in it.
Richard groaned and rubbed at his eyes. They were burning and itching, like he hasn't gotten enough sleep. With Sophia comfortable he decided to make the most of things and wrapped his arms loosely around her, keeping carefully to safe areas.
“If something happened to me, it must have happened to you too,” he repeated his earlier comment. “And it likely happened to some of the others as well, if not all of them. But what happened? I'm floating, at the least, but why? And how? Am I doing it? Is it some kind of ability or a symptom of something?”
He kept his eyes closed, the itching getting worse as time went on.
Sophia groaned, and reached up to plant her hand over Ricky’s mouth. Her request couldn’t have been more obvious if she had used duct tape. Settling down, she sighed, and purred again.
Richard would have glared at her but she wouldn't have noticed and it wouldn't have done any good. For a moment he considered licking her hand, but that wouldn't have yielded any positive results either.
So finally, he simply shook his head a few times to get her hand off his mouth and settled in to wait. In minutes he was sound asleep.
Feeling much better as she drifted back into consciousness, Sophia pushed herself up and stretched, moaning softly as she felt the pull in her muscles. She glanced down to find that Ricky was still asleep beneath her, and smiled, leaning down to gently peck his forehead. She knew very well how awkward he could get around her, and it was honestly too much fun teasing him about it. Not that she would ever apologize for it, of course. It was simply her way of saying that he was important to her.
Sliding over so that she was laying beside him, instead of straddling on top, she started to tap his forehead, grinning like a loon.
Richard flinched in his sleep when something tapped against his forehead and he groaned, shaking his head irritably. A second later it came again and he jerked again, harder. It came a third time and he jerked so hard he startled himself awake. His head came up, eyes opened, and he bit back a strangled groan, hands flying to his face to cover his eyes.
“Argle farther,” he said, or something remarkably similar to it. A cold sweat broke out over his skin as the itching and burning sensation he’d felt before falling asleep exploded into full blown agony. Red hot pokers, needles, knives, images of Justin Bieber, whatever analogy most fit, that’s what he felt and he curled in on himself, groaning piteously.
Instantly, all humour vanished from Sophia’s mind, and she leaned over him, cupping his cheek, brow furrowed in concern. Ricky?
Richard was unaware that Sophia was attempting to speak to him as he resisted the urge to claw at his own eyes. He had just enough sense to realize that it wouldn’t help and would only hurt him in the long run. For what felt like hours but was probably only the span of minutes Richard shook and groaned as the pain ratcheted up and up and up in intensity until finally, like a bubble bursting, it was simply, and suddenly, gone.
He sat up slowly, hardly daring to open his eyes, but eventually he did. Eyes open he looked around the room, absently wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead with the back of one arm until his gaze landed on Sophia, staring at him with naked concern written across her face.
“I’m all right,” he muttered. “I have absolutely no idea what that was, but I’m all right.”
Unconvinced, Sophia pushed him back down onto the mattress. You. Stay. Put. She stood up, looking down at him with a surprisingly severe look. I mean it. With that, she turned around and left the room.
Richard stared after her, confused by her reaction, and he took a moment to take stock of himself. Despite the searing agony he’d been in just minutes before he felt perfectly fine. No stiffness or soreness in his joints or muscles, and his eyes didn’t hurt in the slightest. They felt strange, heavy was the only word he could think of to describe it, but they didn’t hurt at all and his vision seemed to be just as it was before.
“Seriously, Soph,” he called as he stood up and started for the door. “I’m fine. I’m gonna head home and try to track down phone numbers. I’ll call that Blake kid, and Mina, or Alden, see if they had a similar experience.”
Right as he opened the door, Sophia was waiting for him. In an instant she planted her hand on his face, pushed him all the way back onto the bed, and gave him The Look. This was not The Look that she had given him previously. This was the devastating, and rarely used You Are An Idiot And You Will Do As I Tell You Look, passed down the Callahan line for generations. It would brook no arguments, accepted no alternative, and could cause even the bravest soul to tremble.
Richard quailed, predictably so, under The Look, but attempted to rally. “But I have to get home,” he protested. “Come on, I live next door, my mom’s gonna be wondering where I went, I kinda ran out of there without giving her a heads up.”
The Look did not budge.
Richard stared her down for several seconds, longer than he’d ever managed, in fact. But in the end, it was not to be. He sighed and threw his hands into the air. “Fine,” he muttered. “But you’re gonna have to explain to my mom why I’m not coming home without letting on about any floating or other weird shit going on.” He settled back on the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, actively sulking.
“And put some clothes on before you talk to her,” he called after her.
Smiling sweetly, Sophia kissed his forehead, pushed him back down, and tucked him into the covers. Good boy. I expect you to at least be down to your boxers when I get back, because you’re not leaving that bed, and you’ll overheat if you keep those clothes on. Before he could protest, she gave him The Look again, and he meekly fell silent. Rising, she grabbed her running clothes and left the room.
Upstairs, she paused when she noticed her mother and aunt sitting in the living room, both of whom fell silent when she appeared.
“Sophia, you’re awake. How are you feeling, honey?” Kailey asked.
Sophia blinked, then smiled. Much better, Aunty. I was just going over to tell Ricky’s mom that he would be staying here over the weekend.
Both adult women shared a look, and Michelle smiled brightly. A little too brightly. “Oh, Ricky’s here? I didn’t know that.”
Slowly, Sophia’s eyes slid between her mother and aunt. They were being very calm. Very familial. It was suspicious. She padded into the living room, until she stood face to face with her mother, who looked back at her innocently. Mother.
“Daughter.”
Show me the pictures.
Michelle glanced at her sister-in-law, who simply shrugged, grinning broadly. “I told you.” Rolling her eyes, she pulled the camera from beneath one of the couch pillows and handed it to her daughter. “I have to put these in the scrapbook. You two look adorable together.”
Flicking through the pictures, Sophia smiled fondly, ending on a close-up of the two teens slumbering together. It was quite apparently that Sophia wasn’t wearing anything under the bedsheet. Send me this one. And make sure there’s room for more, Ricky looks good without a shirt.
With that, she handed the camera back to her delighted mother and aunt, donned her running shorts and tank-top, and departed to explain to Ms. Calhoun the numerous ways in which her son was an idiot. | Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
Powers: |
50,535 | 1,358 | 63 | 2,553 | 50 | Thursday March 21st, 2016
Hal followed everyone aboard the strange ship, and ignored what everyone else had to say, as he instead focused on trying to find buttons to push. A weird spaceship has to have fun buttons to push, right? He was so thoroughly engrossed in finding said buttons, he failed to notice the extending apparatus above him, and was caught completely off-guard when it switched on. The last thing he could remember before blacking out was a single thought.
Well, shit.
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Saturday March 23rd, 2016
Hal woke up Saturday morning to the sound of his alarm. His arm felt heavy as he reached to shut it off-
and his eyes snapped open at the sound of crunching wood.
He stared in shock, and not quite horror, as he stared down at his hand, encased in a heavy, golden gauntlet. Where the hell had this come from? After a few seconds, he could place its familiarity; he'd drawn a gauntlet just like it before he left...
Wait just a second. The last thing he remembered was the inside of that strange sky-machine. How in the world was he in his bed? Hal got up, and changed into some fresh clothes. He glanced at his phone as he went downstairs;
"Saturday. It's Saturday. How is it Saturday? I must've passed out for longer than I thought." He went in search of his father, hoping maybe he could shed some light on things. He threw on a sweatshirt, pulling the sleeve up over the gauntlet. He slowly opened the door to his father's "office", finding him passed out over his newest piece. That figures, Hal thought. All right, Plan B. That directory had to be around here somewhere...
Hal starting quietly rifling through his father's drawer, raising the school directory triumphantly. He went through it, looking for familiar names. Finally, he found one. "Richard Calhoun. He's the one Largent beat up, right?" He copied down the address, and set out. It wasn't too far away. The gauntlet was starting to become very annoying, and slightly worrying. If strange things started happening to him, then surely the others would be affected too... | Name: Hal Putnam
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.
Relations: TBD
Power: |
50,536 | 1,358 | 64 | 931 | 246 | Saturday March 23, 2016
"Wake the fuck up you lazy little shit!" Largent was startled from a deep sleep by a blow to the face. A moment later he experienced a sense of vertigo as the ground beneath him shifted, tilting had to his left and he rolled along until he crashed hard into another surface. Oh right. The ground hadn't shifted, his bed had. He blearily opened his eyes to find that his dad had lived the side of his bed, tilting him out of it and onto the worn and scuffed hardwood floor of his bedroom.
If Largent was the tallest person in his grade, his dad was one of the tallest people in town. Close to seven feet tall and almost equally as rotund, Gareth was not a pleasant man. He and his wife had married young when she'd ended up pregnant with Largent, an accident they hadn't wanted or planned for and they made sure to let him know it.
"We don't pay to send you to school so you can laze around all the damned time, you slept all day yesterday so get up and get some fucking work done!" Gareth roared and Largent cringed despite himself. The anger built up in his chest again. The same anger that always resided there like a cold knot of iron just behind his heart that he could never get rid of no matter how many people he took his anger out on.
He went to stand, too stunned from his fall and bleary from whatever happened to him to realize his mistake before it was too late. One thing he'd learned early on in life was that, when Gareth knocked you down, you didn't get back up until he left. Not if you wanted to keep all of your teeth. He lifted his head just in time to catch the crushing fist to his face. The blow lifted him bodily off the ground and tossed him across the room where he crashed into the wall and slumped to the floor again, taking a nearby desk lamp with him.
There was a crashing sound as the lamp hit the floor and the bulb shattered. Largest hand landed a scant inch from the broken bulb and he cried out in surprise when tiny tendrils of bright blue electricity arced from the lamp toward his hand. What in the fucking hell? he thought. five tiny bolts of lightning connect his hand to the bulb and instead of the pain he expected a growing warmth spread through his body. The cobwebs were swept away from his mind and strength flooded his limbs. The pain in his cheek and jaw slowly receded as well until they vanished entirely.
The whole time Gareth kept screaming, ranting at Largent over one imagined slight or another, but Largent wasn't hearing him. He held his hand out to the empty wall socket beneath where they lamp was plugged in. He could feel it. Humming through the floors and walls. Flowing, sighing, moving from one place to another. There was a beauty to it, a sense of order among the chaos.
"Mine," he growled and a thick bolt of electricity snapped from the wall to his hand with a loud hissing, crackling sound. The air began to smell of burnt ozone and hair as all the hair on his knuckles flash fried into nothing. He gasped and spasmed, his muscles clenching and convulsing throughout his entire body as he pulled the energy into his body.
"What the fuck are you doing? You stupid fuck, I hope you plan on paying the electric bill this month," Gareth snapped angrily. Largent still didn't hear him, and even if he had, he wouldn't have likely responded to the ridiculous statement.
The electricity suddenly vanished and Largent rose to his feet. Small tendrils of lightning crackled around his hands and when he raised his head and locked gazes with his father, the old man could see bits of lightning flashing in his gaze.
"You," Largent hissed. "Are never going to hit me again."
Outside, if anyone had been nearby to care, a loud crackling noise could be heard, accompanied by frenzied screams of terror. The screams went on for some time before they finally fell silent, and no one left the house again for several days.
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Richard
It hadn't taken long for him to get ahold of the right people. Took a little creative searching, but he managed it and by noon he had made contact with Mina and Alden. Hal, he hadn't been able to reach. But the others were on their way over to Sophias house. The door opened and Richard glanced up just as he was putting his phone down.
"I got ahold of a couple of people, they should be on their way- GAH! Why are you still naked?" he asked, hand coming up to cover his eyes.
Sophia looked down at herself and frowned before signing, I'm not naked, stupid. I'm wearing jeans.
"But no shirt, or bra."
She glared at him, not The Look, but still effective nonetheless and he sank back on the bed. "Anyway, some people are on their way so you might want to consider getting dressed. It seems like they've been experiencing some weird stuff too, so it looks like we'll have more to talk about than I think we ever have with some of them." | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
Power: |
50,537 | 1,358 | 65 | 2,553 | 50 | Hal put up his hood as he left the house, sneaking over to Richard's house, the gauntlet sticking out oddly from his sleeve in places. He knocked on the Calhoun's door, hoping Richard would answer, but to no avail. Instead, Mrs. Calhoun opened the door.
"Hello, can I help you?"
It took Hal a moment to recover. "Um, yeah, is Richard home? I need to talk to him."
"May I ask why?"
"Uhh..... school project, and I forgot to ask for his phone number?"
"All right then... He's just across the street, at the Callahan's." His mother shut the door as Hal turned and started walking.
Callahan, Hal thought. That's Sophia, right? The one who kicked Largent's large end to the curb? All the better. He jogged across the street, and knocked at the Callahan's door. When someone opened the door, Hal paused for a moment.
"Surprisingly not the weirdest thing I've seen today. Is Richard here?" | Name: Hal Putnam
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.
Relations: TBD
Power: |
50,538 | 1,358 | 66 | 2,502 | 1,203 | In the basement, Sophia stuck out her tongue and plopped down beside Ricky, snuggling into his side. They can cope. It's Saturday, I'd be comfy if it wasn't for stupid Lardo, and today's been weird. Satisfied that she once again had her cuddle buddy, she hummed in her throat and closed her eyes. Oh, and your mother says you're a moron, and to stay right here next to me.
Kailey Callahan had just placed her towel on the couch and was about to curl up with her latest book, when she heard knocking at the door. Of course. With an annoyed sigh, she made her way towards the door, not bothering to grab her robe. If it was one of those JW's again, then they could just deal with her being naked; she worked hard to have the weekends off and she was determined to enjoy it.
"How many times have I told you, we're not interested in looking for Jesus. Keep track of him yourse - oh!" She looked at the young man standing on the front step in mild surprise. Looks a little young to be a JW. And he's certainly not dressed for the part. JW's never wore hoodies. "Can I... help you, young man?"
The boy looked her up and down for a moment, then shrugged. "Surprisingly, not the weirdest thing I've seen today. Is Richard here?"
Kailey blinked. A friend of Sophia and Richard? "Um... yes, he is, downstairs with Sophia. Apparently they both came down with something the other day. Did you... need to see them about something?" Over his shoulder, she spied Mrs. Abney looking at her, one hand clapped over her mouth. "Oh, stop staring Gail! People will think you're a voyeur!" Sighing to herself, she turned and grabbed a robe out of the closet. "Honestly, it's like the woman's never looked at herself in the mirror." She gestured to the boy in front of her. "Well, come in. Stairs are just around the corner."
With that, she headed down to her bedroom, grumbling to herself and ignoring her sister-in-law smirking at her from the living room. | Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
Powers: |
50,539 | 1,358 | 67 | 2,553 | 50 | Once Hal was invited in, he thanked Kailey Callahan, referring to her of course as "Mrs. Callahan," before slipping down to the basement. He didn't bother knocking this time; he figured from Sophia's family that whatever she was wearing was the most clothes he'd get out of her. He instead threw the door open somewhat loudly.
"Richard. Sophia. Ah, no shirt. I was wondering what you'd be wearing. But, uh, nevermind that. You guys were at detention too. You were in that space ship, right? Have you noticed anything... strange? I certainly have."
Without even waiting for a response, he pulled back the sleeve of his hoodie, revealing the gilded gauntlet covering his right hand.
"You both were sick, right? Out like a candlelight in the dead of winter? Me too, and I'll bet everyone else is the same. I woke up with this both badass-and-also-unnerving thing this morning. We should probably, like, call everyone else and see if they're shooting fire out of their butts or something." | Name: Hal Putnam
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.
Relations: TBD
Power: |
50,540 | 1,358 | 68 | 102 | 212 | Saturday March 23, 2016
Richard arched an eyebrow at Hal, ignoring Sophia beside him on the bed. "Shooting fire out of their butts?" He shook his head and did his best not to laugh but it was a close call.
"I've already called a few people. We're just waiting for them to get here and see what we can figure out. I've been randomly floating, what about you?" he asked, looking Hal up and down for signs of anything unusual. At a glance he looked unchanged, but then again Richard himself hadn't changed on a visible level, and neither had Sophia, who had yet to show any sort of unusual traits. He wondered what was going to happen when she did.
When.
It had already progressed in his mind to the point where it wasn't a matter of if anymore, it was a 'when'. A given that something was going to happen. | Name: Mina Cain (Can be called Min)
Gender: Straight female
Age: 14
Appearance: Picture Above
Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident.
Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she’ll be like an open book.
Power: |
50,541 | 1,358 | 69 | 1,078 | 1,927 | As soon as he took a single step within the ship, every fibre of his being felt... odd. Something was off with this ship, he could feel it etched into his bones. His usual smirk faded into obscurity, instead replaced by a slight tingle of fear. Everyone around him had started to panic amongst themselves, then the ramp went up, amplifying the fear within the group of individuals.
A bright, white light cascaded all over the room and blinded everyone. Alden tried to place his left hand over his eyes but to no avail as he succumbed to the light. He knelt at first, trying to ignore the gnawing pain he felt, but eventually he slumped on the floor and with a final breath he fainted.
Alden gulped a giant breath of air, in his worry he looked around and noticed a familiar setting. His room, everything was as it was, the ceiling, furniture, door. Even the ever so intimate scent of his home was present. He WAS at home. A tray of food was left on the table adjacent to the bed. Slapping his tongue up and down, he found that his mouth was dry and coarse.
Trying to reach for the glass, tt appeared to Alden that he was asleep for atleast a day as he felt his muscles a bit tense. He couldn't muster the energy to grab it, but then something peculiar happened. While reaching out towards the glass, the water seemed to seep out of it. It encircled his right hand, akin to twin dragons coiling against each other.
With a surprised gasp, his focus broke and the beautifully cascading waters dropped into his sheets.
"What in the-" Alden whispered silently,
The door then creaked open, it was the visage of his mother and sister. Both with an usual expression of worry cast on their faces.
How long was I out for to give them both worrying looks like that he thought in self loathing, making note of their grieved faces, he tried to shoot them a grin but found himself a bit too wear and weary so all he could muster up was a small smile.
"Don't worry dear, rest up all you want. You've been asleep for two days, I've never seen this happen to you." Alden's mother said, her usual, stern tone was laced with subtle anguish and worry.
You could even hear the sniffles of his little sister, who was unlike her normal energetic and bubble self. She was silent and solemn, which Alden found a tad odd.
"Thank you Mother." he replied, his voice a bit low, "Chin up sister, I'm alright."
They both left Alden to his devices. Glancing at the electronic clock, which also conveniently told the day. It was Saturday. His mother was right, what in the world happened to him. He looked at his right hand, and glanced back at the now half empty glass of water. He pointed his hand towards it, the water once again heeded his call and coiled around his arm. He concentrated enough to get it into his mouth this time.
"What's... What's happening to me." he said in a very low voice of worry, he articulated that everyone in that spaceship might also have powers like him. He was almost certain that some foreign thing messed with their DNA or something close, Alden's mind wasn't exactly in the right.
Then, with him swimming in his own thoughts, the phone rang. It was Richard, he was asked to meet up. Unless Alden is wrong, then his hypothesis of everyone receiving some power was right. He was given powers, no doubt about that. As he listed down the address of Richard before storming off into the shower.
Usually he would take time to do this to near perfection, but this time it was slightly rushed. His clothing wasn't exactly right, and neither was his hair. Both being somewhat disheveled. Then, after answering his mothers out-of place worried questions he set out, the written address in hand.
It wasn't exactly hard to find it, as he asked around in the general area. His usual, alluring smile now back since he regained a bit of his energy back. He was pointed to the general direction of the home. He was slightly late, it appeared, which he would apologize later for.
He was right behind Mina and Hal, but they entered the house when he was still a ways off. So he had to knock on the door once more and bother the lady again. He reached the front enclosure of the home, and with a knowing nod Alden was let in, seeing as the lady thought he was the same as Hal or Mina.
As he was led to the pseudo meeting grounds of sorts, he had caught the last part of the conversation, something about his powers. He opened the door, and after entering he closed it slowly,
"Hey." Alden said unusually casual, he usually tried to greet people more personally and formally, "Sorry for being late, catch me up, please." he had also psychologically chosen not to comment on the rather scantily clothed girl next to Richard. | Name:
Alden Sebastian
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Appearance:
Alden stands at about 5'8". His body is kept at the fit side of things, as Alden cares about his appearance the most. He dresses prim and posh. Most of his effort goes towards his clothing and fashion sense. He gravitates towards black and a darkish hue of blue. His hair is a dark maroon brown, which is always properly styled. The most outstanding feature are his teal-coloured eyes, the eyes almost seem to pierce right through you. It seems that he is also fairly attractive according to some of his classmates, but he simply scoffs at this.
Personality:
Alden had become a perfectionist over the years, because of him secretly striving for his parents attention. Everything he does, he tries to do to the best of his capabilities. Whenever something doesn't perfectly fit the scenario in his mind, he becomes visibly irritated, clicking his tongue and sometimes even glaring. In the situation where everything isn't a '100%' Alden would try to strive for the 'perfect picture' in his mind.
Whilst interacting with others, he can be blunt and painfully honest. Over the years he has become more intuitive because of his attitude, and so can easily pick out faults, shortcomings or problems and point it out. Occasionally even giving his two cents on how he himself would 'remedy' the situation. Because of this he tends to not have many friends, though he doesn't really care and would even sarcastically remark this. He is cited as 'attractive yet a pain in the ass' by his classmates at school. Though once you become his friends, the blunt honesty tend reduces to a minimum and you see the softer side of Alden.
See that confident smile of his? It's a facade. In truth he has a side to him that he frantically tries to hide is that Alden has the tendency to blame himself, even when it isn't his fault. He is a 'self-serving martyr', so to speak. An inferiority complex of sorts which stems directly from his past. Only the closest people know this side of him, like his sister. He desperately tries to hide under a mask, the mask being actually how he wants to be.
Background:
Alden was born to a normal family, Quentin. His parents loved him and cared for him. Then his sister was born, he was then mostly neglected by his parents to favor his younger sister who was born a few years later after him. While he did not blame his sister for his parents actions, he blamed himself. He began performing everything perfectly, without a fault. His grades were almost always perfect as he began being more studious. Even his attention to his appearance stemmed from this. His primary thoughts were, 'Maybe if I did perfectly, they would notice, maybe...'
Alden never actually realized that his parents thought he was mature enough to do things by himself. and him being a perfect little boy further proved this, with them now focusing fully on his younger sister. However due to this nature, he had become more self-dependent, and slightly arrogant and snobbish, even being sarcastic and blunt to a fault at times, pointing out inadequacy or shortcomings when he sees it because of developed habit of being 'perfect'.
Relations:
TBD
Power:
???
Miscellanious:
Theme song |
50,542 | 1,358 | 70 | 931 | 246 | Pedaling, pedaling… Was he even on the right street right now?
Blake came to a stop on a street corner and rested his face in his hands. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to try super sleuthing without any good clues to begin with. He heaved a heavy sigh as he considered just going home. Maybe one of the others had already tried calling everyone in and he just missed the call thanks to this venture.
He heaved an even heavier sigh at the thought.
"…Hang on wait a sec…" he thought to himself, his attention snapping back up, "Is that Alden? All the way over there? Let's see... overly posh clothing for an ordinary neighborhood, black and blues, about the right hairstyle… That is Alden! THEY DID CALL!" He gripped his handlebars in frustration, but dialed it back as he thought, "...Or he lives around here too. That’s a possibility. But still! That's someone from last night! Finally!"
Blake gunned straight for him, rather than look extra weird and shouting all the way down the street for him. He wasn’t able to catch up to him before he went inside, however, and came to a hard brake in front of Sophie’s house. Well, to him it was either Richard’s or Alden’s as far as he knew, and it’s why the sight of a half naked lady at the door threw him for the one of the bigger loops he’d seen today. If this was Alden’s mom’s casual clothing he’d understand why he’d dress so stuffy all the time.
She seemed to understand what he was here for and pointed him in where to go. His eyes were anywhere but in front of him, but he still managed a thank you and headed down for their basement, removing his helmet on the way in. "Okay, so they are meeting, and that means I either missed them or they missed me. Not sure which annoys me more.
He poked his grumpy-looking head in, having missed the entire swing of the conversation and said, ”Hey! You guys weren’t gonna talk about what happened without me ri-EYA-AGH—“
He was taken aback as his gaze finally made its way up to Sophia. He finally addressed the elephant in the room as his hand shot up to cover his eyes while he blurted out, ”Naked! Why are you naked?!” | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
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50,543 | 1,358 | 71 | 2,553 | 50 | Woo, the gang's all here. At least, the ones we like. Up high! Hal raises his spiked-gauntlet-clad hand to Richard for a high five.
CHOOSE YOUR ADVENTURE!
"Aww yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" Hal fist-pumps, and turns to greet the newcomers formally.
"Oh... Okay then. Right to business then. That's cool...." Hal kicks the metaphorical dirt before greeting the others.
"Something tells me that everyone could do with a little ice breaker." Hal raises his gloved fist, crushing some ice cubes inside it. No one is exactly sure where the ice cubes came from; only that they are now ice shrapnel, and all over the floor. "Now that that's out of my system, let's do this for real. I'm Hal, and I have this thing on my arm. Yes it is heavy, no, I can't take it off, and three, my favorite color is in fact yellow." | Name: Hal Putnam
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.
Relations: TBD
Power: |
50,544 | 1,358 | 72 | 2,502 | 1,203 | When other people began arriving, Sophia was not concerned in the slightest about her attire, lack thereof, or their reactions to it. This was her house, it was the weekend, she could wear whatever, and however much, she wanted. Was it rude? Yes, probably. But if she was being forced to suffer wearing pants for a week, then the rest of them could suffer her wanting to be as comfortable as possible. Besides, they were just breasts, she didn't see what the big deal was. And hers were pretty nice looking, if she did say so herself, so what was to complain about?
The first person to arrive was Hal; she didn't remember much about him. He only seemed mildly surprised by the situation, and based off his comment he had probably already gotten eyeful of either her mother or aunt. That in itself made her snicker a little: if seeing his best friend naked was enough to drive Ricky up the wall, then seeing almost the rest of her family would probably send him straight through the roof. She probably have to hang onto him just to keep him grounded. Assuming his poor head didn't explode first.
At any rate, Hal was more interested in what he himself was wearing, and the gauntlet was certainly pretty weird-looking. Sophia was far from being an engineer, but she still couldn't figure out how he would have gotten it on in the first place. It didn't look like it could have been anymore snug if it had been cast around his arm.
The next person to arrive was Mina: that set Sophia's mind buzzing. Yay, now she wasn't going to be the only girl at the boyfest! It was good. She also remembered that Mina was the girl who she had seen drawing outside the classroom after the test, and she'd been really good. Like, REALLY good. All thoughts of hanging on to Ricky went out the window, because she wanted a front row seat to whatever this girl was going to make next. Mina was... quiet, didn't really say anything, though seeing the look on her face was pretty funny.
About a minute into the conversation (that she wasn't really paying attention to), the snooty kid Alden arrived. He... apparently didn't notice her at all. Well, he did, he looked straight at her, and straight at her chest, but he didn't say anything about it. What, her breasts weren't good enough to even mention? Hal had at least been nice enough to offer a comment!
Eyes flicking from person to person, Sophia made her decision. She pushed herself up, crawled over beside Mina, and latched herself onto the girl's arm. As hilarious as it would have been to see what awkward expressions she could get out of Alden or Hal (though with how chill he was being she was starting doubt that second option), fascination with the girl won out.
She was just getting comfortable, relaxed and smiling brightly as though the pair had been life long friends, when Blake arrived, and gave the most hilarious reaction yet. Before he covered his eyes, she thought they were literally going to pop out of his head. In response, she dug her phone out of her pocket. "I'M NOT, STUPID. THIS IS MY HOUSE AND IT'S THE WEEKEND. WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL? ARE YOU GOING TO BE BLIND THE WHOLE TIME?" | Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
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Richard sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed tight for a moment when Blake came in and lost his mind over Sophias bare breasts.
"Seriously, dude, you're not going to convince her so better just save your breath." He opened his eyes and swayed slightly when he was suddenly assaulted by an entirely different view of the world.
Each person and item around him was washed out in gray scale with lines radiating out from them. The larger the object the more lines, like a moving topographical map.
He blinked and his vision suddenly returned to normal. "Son of a motherless goat," he muttered. "This is really getting annoying. Does anyone have any clue what the hell happened to us? Last thing I remember was picking up trash in the park." | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
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50,546 | 1,358 | 74 | 2,553 | 50 | Right. Big, scary sky-thing. With lots of things for poking. Hal went to rub his chin with his right hand, and as soon as he made contact, he realized the gauntlet was gone. "It's... gone? Well, that's not unsettling. Gone as quick as it came, I suppose." He began to feel light-headed, and leaned gently upon nearby furniture. "So... do we think, maybe it was aliens? And, more important question: Can I punch the aliens? For sport, of course."
Hal looked to the others, hoping they might have something to add. In the meantime, however, he became slightly lost in his own daydreaming. What was going on? Did aliens really do all this? Will I really get to punch evil space aliens? I hope I get to punch evil space aliens. Just like the movies! Mmm... popcorn... | Name: Hal Putnam
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.
Relations: TBD
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When Mina stepped into the basement, the first thing she saw was the naked torso belonging to Sophia.
"What the f-," she whispered. She shook her head. Nope, this can't be happening. It has to do something with the clone thing. It has to!
She quietly sat down on the couch. Mina turned around when Blake blurted out the fact that Sophia is half naked. WHAT?? SHE'S ACTUALLY NAKED? Well, I can't say anything now... I'll just make a fool out of myself. Mina continued to sit on the couch.
Mina shook her head when Hal "broke the ice". This is going to be very boring. She sat back on the couch. It took her a good 3 minutes to realize that Sophia was suspiciously staring at her with a mysterious grin on her face. What is she going to do now?
When Alden walked into the room, her heart skipped a beat. He wasn't his perfect self, but that just made him more attractive, in Mina's opinion. He asked for everyone to catch him up. Mina decided that was definitely not going to be her, for she knew nothing about what was happening.
As soon as she felt warm skin touch her arm, Mina flinched. She slowly turned her head, to see Sophia holding onto her arm. At first, she was taken by surprise. Why was she acting so...friendly? A few seconds after, however, Mina decided that this was better, as now she didn't have to pretend to not look at Sophia's naked breasts. Mina awkwardly leaned into Sophia, so it would be more comfortable for both of them. This would take some time getting used to.
Mina cringed when Sophia blasted out what she wanted to say on her phone. Her phone was extremely close to her sensitive ear.
She stayed quiet while the rest of the group exchanged their thoughts and ideas. When Hal mentioned punching aliens, Mina answered, "Why for sport? Do it as a hobby. No one's stopping you." | Name: Mina Cain (Can be called Min)
Gender: Straight female
Age: 14
Appearance: Picture Above
Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident.
Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she’ll be like an open book.
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"Okay, weird gauntlet, floating, anyone else have anything weird to report?" Richard asked before he suddenly blinked and turned to look at Blake.
"Wait... did you say space ship? And seriously, take the helmet off, she doesn't care who sees her, you're lucky we got her to put pants on."
He rubbed his eyes again with his hands. "Look, I don't have any memory at all after picking up trash in the park. Sophia days she remembers a big room, now you two," he waved a hand at Hal and Blake, "are talking UFOs. Seriously what the hell is going on here? And can anyone think of a common link in all this? Cause my head is starting to hurt." | Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
Powers: |
50,549 | 1,358 | 77 | 931 | 246 | ”Uuuuuugh… Alright, fine…” Blake groaned and finally popped his helmet off his face. As much as he enjoyed the air he still felt uncomfortable being around someone just… showing it all. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to come to terms with the idea of someone having no shame here. Getting back on topic, though, he considered the question Richard just posed. Common link, common link…
”Okay, okay, so… Picking trash up. That’s right. Then we see the UFO… Then I’m pretty sure that room was in the UFO…”
Blake tapped his chin while he tried to remember the next bit after that. Fighting? Yes, he’s pretty sure there was fighting. Then… A light? Something… It must have ended at that point, he’s sure. He looked in Sophia’s direction at her question, then immediately directed his gaze up specifically at her face and asked, ”Tic-Tac? Who’s that?” | Name: Blake Reyes
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.
Personality: Blake’s a kind person at heart. He doesn’t normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake’s not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he’s a bit reckless, but he honestly just can’t abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.
Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He’s always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn’t know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake’s attention to wander away when he’s cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.
Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother’s chill. The adventurous to his brother’s stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The “more likely to jump into danger and call it ‘being a hero’” to his brother’s “I enjoy living and would rather stay right here.” From a young age, Blake’s always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.
Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)
Power: |
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Anything weird to report... "I saw a clone of myself," Mina said, putting her hand up. The hand that wasn't captured by Sophia, that is.
Sophia's hum made Mina shiver. It had been so long since...anything like this happened. She desperately tried to keep a poker face.
UFO, huh? I've never heard of a UFO giving you powers before... Mina remembered the sudden pain she had in a room.
"A room! That's right. I remember a sharp pain."
Mina waited for Sophia to explain who Tic-Tac was. She suddenly felt tired, so she leaned back into the couch, slightly pulling away from Sophia. From time to time, Mina stole glances of Alden. | Name: Mina Cain (Can be called Min)
Gender: Straight female
Age: 14
Appearance: Picture Above
Background: Mina is very much like a kuudere (only occasionally shows her caring side), and because of this, she acts very cold to others. This is only because her father passed away when Mina was only 3 due to cancer, and her mother passed away three years later in a car accident.
Relations: Because Mina is a kuudere, she does not have any friends. She will reply with one-word phrases if someone talks to her, but as soon as she becomes friends with somebody, she’ll be like an open book.
Power: |
50,551 | 1,358 | 79 | 1,078 | 1,927 | This entire situation was whimsical- bordering a farce. It feels as if they didn't really care what happened that night seeing as they veered off topic alot. This is getting nowhere he thought, staightening his slack posture and breathing deeply. It was obvious that everyone's (atleast everyone present) recollection of that night was haze at best. Alden only remembered how blurry and light-headed he got when he stepped into the ship, seeing a dark figure in a half-dazed state before completely passing it.
Alden caught Mina glancing at him a few times, and the even fewer times they both made simultaneous eye contact he brightly smiled at her in return, an odd girl indeed, "Alright, back to the issue at hand." he said, keeping his smile, although struggling slightly, "... Weird to report... Ah, I can now manipulate water." as soon as those words escaped his mouth he looked at a glass of water on the table before lifting it up and making the water travel then coil around his finger.
"The fact remains, we got powers- for entirely unknown reasons, after getting 'abducted' by that saucer." his words came out succint and a tad hoarse, he was still a bit tired, and he did try to rush here and all- even forgoing some of his 'daily rituals' to do so. | Name:
Alden Sebastian
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Appearance:
Alden stands at about 5'8". His body is kept at the fit side of things, as Alden cares about his appearance the most. He dresses prim and posh. Most of his effort goes towards his clothing and fashion sense. He gravitates towards black and a darkish hue of blue. His hair is a dark maroon brown, which is always properly styled. The most outstanding feature are his teal-coloured eyes, the eyes almost seem to pierce right through you. It seems that he is also fairly attractive according to some of his classmates, but he simply scoffs at this.
Personality:
Alden had become a perfectionist over the years, because of him secretly striving for his parents attention. Everything he does, he tries to do to the best of his capabilities. Whenever something doesn't perfectly fit the scenario in his mind, he becomes visibly irritated, clicking his tongue and sometimes even glaring. In the situation where everything isn't a '100%' Alden would try to strive for the 'perfect picture' in his mind.
Whilst interacting with others, he can be blunt and painfully honest. Over the years he has become more intuitive because of his attitude, and so can easily pick out faults, shortcomings or problems and point it out. Occasionally even giving his two cents on how he himself would 'remedy' the situation. Because of this he tends to not have many friends, though he doesn't really care and would even sarcastically remark this. He is cited as 'attractive yet a pain in the ass' by his classmates at school. Though once you become his friends, the blunt honesty tend reduces to a minimum and you see the softer side of Alden.
See that confident smile of his? It's a facade. In truth he has a side to him that he frantically tries to hide is that Alden has the tendency to blame himself, even when it isn't his fault. He is a 'self-serving martyr', so to speak. An inferiority complex of sorts which stems directly from his past. Only the closest people know this side of him, like his sister. He desperately tries to hide under a mask, the mask being actually how he wants to be.
Background:
Alden was born to a normal family, Quentin. His parents loved him and cared for him. Then his sister was born, he was then mostly neglected by his parents to favor his younger sister who was born a few years later after him. While he did not blame his sister for his parents actions, he blamed himself. He began performing everything perfectly, without a fault. His grades were almost always perfect as he began being more studious. Even his attention to his appearance stemmed from this. His primary thoughts were, 'Maybe if I did perfectly, they would notice, maybe...'
Alden never actually realized that his parents thought he was mature enough to do things by himself. and him being a perfect little boy further proved this, with them now focusing fully on his younger sister. However due to this nature, he had become more self-dependent, and slightly arrogant and snobbish, even being sarcastic and blunt to a fault at times, pointing out inadequacy or shortcomings when he sees it because of developed habit of being 'perfect'.
Relations:
TBD
Power:
???
Miscellanious:
Theme song |
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"Clones and now water manipulation," Richard muttered, studying through spiraling swirls of water around Alden's hand. "That's definitely interesting, and Tic-tac is what she calls Omega, the new teacher..."
Richard trailed off, blinking a few times in suprise, then again to clear away the weird distortion appeared in his vision again. He couldn't figure out what it was, but he thought he'd figured out how it was triggered at least.
"Om," he muttered. "He was the only other person that was there, and my mom said he dropped me off at my house last night. We gotta find him." He paused and looked around at the rest of them. "Anyone got any ideas how to do that?" | Name: Hal Putnam
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Background: Hal comes from a well-to-do family, his father a successful writer and his mother a lawyer. Naturally, Hal was exposed heavily to philosophy as a child, but tries to escape his parents' shadow. Instead of making well-educated decisions, Hal likes to plunge headlong into the unknown, constantly testing his limits. He knows where he stands with his parents, and tries not to overstep them too much, but is nevertheless very impulsive and intelligent.
Relations: TBD
Power: |
50,553 | 1,359 | 0 | 1,404 | 5,009 | Birth Place of War Revival
Thousands of years ago, before the dawn of humanity, the Gems were once a proud race of celestial and magical beings, born with amazing abilities that give their race amazing powers and abilities, and all share the trait of having a magic crystal embedded somewhere on their bodies, the source of their powers that give them the ability to summon special weapons, along with channeling their strength to power whatever unique abilities each Gem is born with.
The galaxy is vast and expansive, several worlds belonged to the Gems and further increased their influence and power, with nothing in the galaxy able to defeat such a mighty alien race, the Gems prospered and had a golden age that lasted for eons, with seemingly no end to their prosperity.
But great power can easily corrupt those who wield it.
As time went on, the inner politics of the Gems slowly formed a massive rift, several Gems found out horrible secrets of their kind stripping entire resources and exterminating life on entire worlds for the sake of their empire, having no regard for any living thing while moving on to repeat the same process, causing civil disputes that only increased the separation of the Gem race.
Things only got worse when Gems seeking to protect life filled worlds decided to rebel against their kind and defend the same worlds to preserve, only to be met with the same fate of extinction while their government covered up the incidents and regarding them as mere accidents.
Because of this, Rose came to Earth, with an army of rebels, who had the same view that she did. She was successful in protecting earth, but not without many casualties. 20 years later, The HomeWolrd is back for earth, and know the responsibility lands on Stevens shoulders.
The Burning Room
Steven took infornt of the small pool of hot lava that brought back so many memories. He remembered the Together Breakfast that he had planed out for the Gems that day. Unfortunately, it did not end well, but he knew that doing popcorn to waffles was gonna be a bit weird tasting anyway. Today, Steven was here on serious business, it had been a month since the HomeWolrd invaded earth once again. They were able to setup an outpost in the forests out side Empire City. Steven and the Crystal Gems took immediate action, they found away from heal all of his mother former troops to help fight of the invaders. Tensions have been rising ever since they created the outpost, would they take Empire City, what were they waiting for. Garnet suggested the moved in quickly and take care of the threat. Although Steven agreed, he was afraid that he may hurt the people of the city. In truth, he was afraid of war.
5 Gems stood in front if him in the Burning Room. Garnet and Amethyst stood on either side of him. Pearl was already out side the forest waiting the this team that had just been out together. They were just a few of the strongest Gems that they had, according to Garnet. This teams name Is Crystal Valor, they would be the first gems to engage the enemies. Steven sighed before he began to speak, "You are a group of Gems I no nothing about. Uhh, all I can do is wish you good luck, an please be careful."
Garnet immediately took over after Steven finished. "You will enter the forest from the North, of the front, were they will be expecting. You will meet Pearl there, and she will tell you the rest." she said in her usual stern voice. And with that, they were dismissed. | Name
Obsidian
"Obdi"
Appearance:
Credit goes to artist.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Obsidian is sort of a walking oxymoron. He is a cheerful, lighthearted young man, always smiled, telling jokes, and making people laugh. But underneath his childish disposition, is a want, better yet, a need to protect his comrades and his friends. Although people may not believe he can do it, he still strives, or tries to protect those he loves. The problem is, Obsidian is a coward, he is afraid to get hurt, despite that fact that he wants to protect others. At times he may run from danger because of this, but he tries his best to overcome this, despite that fact that it is in his nature.
Bio:
Obsidian was born in the Kindergarten, as an anomalie so to speak. He was one of the 3 experimental Gems created to end the war. Not to much is known about the experiment, but the experiment was aborted and 2 of the Gems created were left lacking. Obsidian was the only experiment who came out remotely successful before the experiment was ended. There perfect Gem, strong, fast, tanky everything that was wanted on the battle field.
Obsidian was found by Rose in the ruins of the Kindergarten. She cared for his for a bit before sending him to the battle field. She was confident that he would be able to handle whatever was thrown at him, despite his cowardice.
Association:
Crystal Gems
Gem
Obsidian
Weapon
Full-Body Armor
This grants him strength, speed and protection. His arms and replaced by long and sharp blades. This is the manifestation of his personality, he is afraid to get hurt, hence the armor, and it's speed boost. His strength, and blades are for protecting his friends.
Gem Location
Neck/Throat
Gem Unique Ability
Obsidian has the ability to leave transparent clones of himself at specific point. They act as wards so to speak, he can see from them, and tell if an enemy is coming for behind. There is no set limit on how far he can be away from his clone, but it does affect it's second purpose. If Obsidian wishes to run away, he can teleport back to one of his clones positions, once he does this, all clone disappear and he cannot use this for some time.
Other
(Anything you want to mention to us.) |
50,554 | 1,359 | 1 | 2,710 | 170 | In her corrupted form, Melanite was simply a formless magic around her gem, but unlike many others she retained memories and only acted defensively as the ghost of the lighthouse. That lack of violence made Melanite a good candidate for being restored to her former power, but it also meant Melanite remembers the discussions made around the burning room, the fear in the Crystal Gems, and she took it as a sign of what to come. It was her only impression of the enemy's power, and it wasn't an optimistic one. Melanite didn't even consider herself a formidable fighter in battle. On Homeworld she was an outdated gem that operated machinery, made obsolete by technical geniuses like the likes of Peridot or even Pearl, and as a monster she was just a nuisance to Steven and his friends. Being among the very first to engage the enemy was a terrifying concept.
However, as a homeworld gem she had a hand in the destruction the kindergartens started on Earth, and as a monster she brought misfortune to many humans throughout mystery who mistook her for a valuable stone. She more than owed it to the living things on Earth to fight for them now, and hope to repay it for the damages she had already caused to its inhabitants.
"Th-thank you for this opportunity, a-and all the work you have done so far," Melanite managed to choke out despite her nervousness. She rose off the ground, and looked around at her teammates briefly, all gems she did not recognize. Unable to bear the gaze of so many superiors for long, Melanite decided she would wait for the others outside before progressing, and she left. | Name: Melanite
Appearance: Melanite is between Amethyst and Pearl's heights, and mostly black or dark gray in appearance. She has a short poof of curly hair, and frayed robes that make her look like a ghost.
Gender: Female
Personality:
Melanite has a mischievous streak, often using her powers to play pranks, but she means this always in good fun, and is part of her habit of constantly misunderstanding what makes people happy. Melanite has a constant drive to bring cheer and fight evil, which drove her to fight against the Homeworld when Rose Quartz's rebellion began. However she has a hard time figuring out how to please different people specifically, so she often attempts to help people or express her joy through pranks or tricks. Melanite's insufferably light-hearted demeanour often makes it surprising for people to learn she loves gory horror and action movies.
Bio:
The Melanite species of gem were used to help operate simple machinery through possession, but as gem technology began to advance and harness magic to function, these powers began to grow obsolete. At the tail end of her usefulness to homeworld, Melanite took part in creating Kindergartens on Earth, destroying wildlife to create more gems. Melanite couldn't justify the actions of the gems when she saw the destruction firsthand, and she fled the homeworld gems and hid away, a task made easier with her powers. For a long time Melanite could only feel anguish and remorse for her own deeds, until word reached her that a rebellion had been started by Rose Quartz that sought to defend the Earth, and it gave her a cause to channel her remorse into.
During the war, Melanite's kind personality was consumed by her passion for fending off evil, and when her gem corrupted she became a selfish spirit that lashed out against all who hurt her. As a formless spirit surrounding a singular gem, Melanite was passed around by humans who mistook her for a valuable stone, bringing misfortune to humans who owned her, until she eventually became buried in the lighthouse in Beach City.
Association: Melanite was loyal to Rose Quartz at the start of the rebellion, and still is.
Gem: Melanite
Weapon: None
Gem Location: The back of her head.
Gem Unique Ability:
Melanite has the ability to possesses non-magical objects, which excludes living beings as well. Melanite phases into an object, and her gem relocates to a location inside the object she possesses, a location she chooses but can't change once she's in control. This object can be as large as a building, and if so she can use telekinesis to move anything non-magical that isn't too strongly secured. If she possesses a machine, then someone controlling the machine could possibly restrict her movements. She can move the thing she's possessing, but a building is attached to the ground too strongly by its foundation for her to move it. A car would be no problem, though. Damaging the object she's possessing hurts her, and destroying it completely forces her to retreat into her gem.
Melanite is physically weaker than most gems (but probably still stronger than humans) but she can levitate. Melanite cannot easily shapeshift into anything non-humanoid or shapeshift parts of her body selectively, but she can create projections like Pearl can, and often does so to share memories. |
50,555 | 1,359 | 2 | 455 | 707 | WHAM!
That was the sound as Halite, already seething with rage, punched Citrine square in the face before turning to glare at Steven and Garnet. When he next spoke, it wasn't a question so much as a command. The blood rushed through his body as his breathing grew ragged from his anger.
"Where am I. How do I leave." | Name
Halite, The Berserker
Appearance:
Halite is... big. Nearly as tall as some fusions, nearly as wide from muscle mass. His face is constantly twisted in rage due to the carefully placed imperfections in his gem affecting his ability to feel other emotions. His skin SHOULD be a ghostly white, but becomes reddish-pink due to the sheer amount of anger he feels at all times. He usually shows up wearing a simple jumpsuit.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Halite is constantly seething with rage. Nobody knows if he has some traumatic event in his past, if he's been hit hard by the betrayal of Homeworld, or if he's just belligerent. While option three IS definitely true, there's a much simpler explanation: His gem was purposely flawed in order to make sure he was constantly angry in an attempt to make a more powerful soldier. He actually can't feel any other emotions without also experiencing anger. Because he's so angry, other Gems tend avoid him. They treat him like a machine or some kind of monster. And that makes him furious. It makes him miserable. It means his one joy in life is making the Gems as angry and miserable as he is.
In spite of this, he's found that the rage grants him a twisted clarity. He refuses to take part in the gem war now- seeing all that death, and watching all those humans using what little life they had defending their home has made him realize just how spectacular non-gem life can be... and just how terrible Gem society and psychology is as a whole. Where his former comrades and the earthbound gems see life as a thing that happens, he sees it differently- each and every thing, human, animal, or otherwise, is a miracle. Gems, on the other hand, are a race of psychotic warmongers who care nothing for the thoughts or dreams of others.
Bio:
Many of the earthbound gems preach the value of love and friendship for the strength of a warrior, but Halite's incredible service record was powered by hatred and vitriol. Designed to be emotionless to create a soldier whose mind was always clear, there was a major problem: Halite was sent straight into combat. His "natural" state is the rush of anger and hate from battle. As a low-class warrior, he was always treated like crap, and his superiors were surprised when he made sure to repay it in kind. He was just as unpleasant, belligerent, and hateful as you'd expect of someone viewed as a meatshield and possible weapon. This unpleasantness meant he ended up getting left behind and corrupted during the Gem War, spreading his gem's influence to a site that would be host to many bloody battles over the centuries.
Then Steven went and healed him. Steven didn't freak out, didn't immediately start barking orders. He wanted to get to know Halite and actually asked him if he wanted to help fight. Halite shrugged and said "Nah," deciding that the Gems' problems were no longer his problems. The rest is history.
Association:
Formerly Homeworld, now neutral.
Gem
Halite- the crystal form of Salt.
Weapon
Sledgehammer
Gem Location
Back of his mouth. Why put a vulnerable spot where enemies can get at it?
Gem Unique Ability
Gravity manipulation. Limited to an area within a few inches of his skin and any object he's holding, but it still has many uses. |
50,556 | 1,359 | 3 | 2,717 | 553 | Citrine had only just opened her mouth to speak, when it was immediately shut by the force of an inordinately strong punch. She was really looking forward to joining the fight again, helping the Crystal Gems once more find victory against the tyranny of homeworld... But she wasn't thinking about that at the moment. She was thinking about the knuckles that had currently embedded themselves in her jaw.
"Mffmrfrm!" she tried to speak properly, but couldn't. In fact... Oh no. Oh no. Citrine knew what came next...
POOF!
A little orange gem fell to the floor, pulsating slightly in preparation of reformation. | Name:
Citrine
Appearance:
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Citrine is very shy, but also very eager to help in dangerous situations. She tries her hardest to keep all parties happy at all times, in an attempt to keep the peace. Citrine is, above all, a pacifist and a caretaker. This was... Problematic, during the first war, and Citrine was decommissioned early by a strong blow to her gem. Now that she is back, she intends to be far safer, acting more cautious than ever.
Bio:
Citrine was made in a kindergarten somewhere in the far reaches of space. She was meant as a healer and support gem, first and foremost, and combat gem second. At the beginning of the first gem war, Citrine was used to heal homeworld gems and keep them in fighting condition, but when things began to get serious, she was sent to the frontlines. Once there, Citrine saw... Horrors. Horrors she had never imagined, and it affected her deeply: Almost immediately, she defected to the Crystal Gems.
Once she had defected, Citrine kept healing, but she began receiving combat orders as well: Difficult missions, perilous fighting, it began routine for her. She became reckless at times, eager to show her new comrades her skills. Unfortunately, this ended in an early decommission: a crack in her gem put her out of the fight for good, and being bubbled away was the only thing that kept her in a still living state. Only recently, when released and healed by Steven, did Citrine begin to exercise caution in the field.
Association:
Rose Quartz/Crystal Gems
Gem:
Citrine
Weapon:
Mace
Gem Location:
Chest
Gem Unique Ability:
Citrine is capable of emitting soothing blasts energy, meant to calm both animal and gem alike, as well as a slightly weaker version of the healing powers exhibited by Rose Quartz.
Other:
NONE |
50,557 | 1,359 | 4 | 1,180 | 1,981 | As Sard stretched out, getting a feel for his form once again after being some dumb loafing monster for so long, he half paid attention to what the half-human said. Then, the leader gem, Garnet, explained the plan to him and the others. "Hmm. We take the most expected route- an unexpected move! I like it." Sard said with a grin. He lethargically summoned a shuriken and spun it around in his hand, remembering how to use it. As he did this, the Melanite spoke her gratitude, albeit nervously. She gave him and the rest of the rag-tag team a good once over, her black curly hair bouncing slightly as she stared up and down. She looked sorta like a ghost, a gothic-like theme, he liked it.
Then, a loud sound echoed through the room, sounding suspiciously like a fist hitting an unprepared opponent. Sard whipped his head around to see a Citrine in gem form, and a very suspicious looking Halite. That jerkwad had hit her without so much as a warning! Sard was all for outwitting your opponent, but this was straight up unfair. Jerkwad asked two quick questions, his bellowing voice making them sound more like orders than queries. Sard quickly pointed to him, and answered him. "One! You're in a room with Me in it. Two! You don't leave, if you wanna hit innocent people." Sard quickly summoned a second shuriken, and spun both around in his hands at a surprising speed. "Why don't you try to hit me instead, you cloudy fool?" Sard asked, getting into fighting stance and preparing to thrash this sack of rocks. | Name
Sard
Appearance:
He has messy silver hair, and pale salmon skin. He wears a long striped shirt, and a black belt that has a nice, convenient hole for his Gem. His pants are a gunmetal grey, with a small yellow chain connecting them to his belt. His shoes are an exuberant red, with worn, white soles.
If Sard has to reform.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Sard is hot-headed and confrontational. His fighting spirit is second to none, even if he isn't super strong by himself. He fools around frequently, and doesn't focus on something unless he finds it important. He abuses power frequently, tapping into his adrenaline to pull pranks and the such. He isn't very book smart, not knowing what gem or human machines do most of the time. He's not particularly interested in learning either, most of the time. Though he does mess around frequently, he will always be honest and direct when telling you how he feels.
He loves Environmental Art, as well as Earth itself. He's also a big fan of soda, he feels it energizes him, and he loves the fizzy, carbonated taste. He doesn't eat any human food though. He frequently reads comic books and manga in his off times.
Bio:
Sard was born to fight. His unique ability's clearest use was combat, so once he grew old enough he went into the military. Once there, he stayed a low ranking because of his lack of understanding of military technology, and his insubordination. Eventually, he was assigned onto Earth, to help out with the "Kindergarten Project." He found Earth absolutely stunning looking, all the flora and plants were fantastic. Though he didn't particularly care for the animals, so he begrudgingly aligned himself with the Home World. Now that he's back, he has come to understand the humans are decent enough, and will now fight for the beautiful space rock known as earth.
Association:
Home World (Ex)
Crystal Gems (Current)
Gem
Sard
Weapon
A large, 4-pointed Shuriken. Useful for stabbing, slashing, and throwing. He commonly wields two at once. How he uses that thing without hurting himself, I'll never know. He can shrink and enlarge them.
Gem Location
His waist, because he's always shooting from the hip.
Gem Unique Ability
Adrenaline - Sard is able to tap into his energy reserves to slow his perception of time, focus intensely, and give a small boost to his strength and speed. Unfortunately, this is draining, and if he does so to much, he will get tired and eventually revert to his gem form. |
50,558 | 1,359 | 5 | 455 | 707 | ...I- I- Innocent?!
His face twisting and his body turning bright red, he kicked Citrine's gem and summoned his hammer. With a roar, he raised it and began swinging at the still-bubbled gems. The mere suggestion that Citrine was blameless had enraged him.
"NONE OF US ARE INNOCENT! WE ARE THE GEMS!"
So much pain and suffering caused by the Gems. They'd treated him as a weapon, a tool. They'd drained the life from swathes of this planet and others to make more Gems. Their mere existence was emblematic of the slow death of the ecosystems of a planet so they could reproduce. And that knowledge made him even angrier.
"OUR EXISTENCE IS ENOUGH OF A CRIME!" | Name
Halite, The Berserker
Appearance:
Halite is... big. Nearly as tall as some fusions, nearly as wide from muscle mass. His face is constantly twisted in rage due to the carefully placed imperfections in his gem affecting his ability to feel other emotions. His skin SHOULD be a ghostly white, but becomes reddish-pink due to the sheer amount of anger he feels at all times. He usually shows up wearing a simple jumpsuit.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Halite is constantly seething with rage. Nobody knows if he has some traumatic event in his past, if he's been hit hard by the betrayal of Homeworld, or if he's just belligerent. While option three IS definitely true, there's a much simpler explanation: His gem was purposely flawed in order to make sure he was constantly angry in an attempt to make a more powerful soldier. He actually can't feel any other emotions without also experiencing anger. Because he's so angry, other Gems tend avoid him. They treat him like a machine or some kind of monster. And that makes him furious. It makes him miserable. It means his one joy in life is making the Gems as angry and miserable as he is.
In spite of this, he's found that the rage grants him a twisted clarity. He refuses to take part in the gem war now- seeing all that death, and watching all those humans using what little life they had defending their home has made him realize just how spectacular non-gem life can be... and just how terrible Gem society and psychology is as a whole. Where his former comrades and the earthbound gems see life as a thing that happens, he sees it differently- each and every thing, human, animal, or otherwise, is a miracle. Gems, on the other hand, are a race of psychotic warmongers who care nothing for the thoughts or dreams of others.
Bio:
Many of the earthbound gems preach the value of love and friendship for the strength of a warrior, but Halite's incredible service record was powered by hatred and vitriol. Designed to be emotionless to create a soldier whose mind was always clear, there was a major problem: Halite was sent straight into combat. His "natural" state is the rush of anger and hate from battle. As a low-class warrior, he was always treated like crap, and his superiors were surprised when he made sure to repay it in kind. He was just as unpleasant, belligerent, and hateful as you'd expect of someone viewed as a meatshield and possible weapon. This unpleasantness meant he ended up getting left behind and corrupted during the Gem War, spreading his gem's influence to a site that would be host to many bloody battles over the centuries.
Then Steven went and healed him. Steven didn't freak out, didn't immediately start barking orders. He wanted to get to know Halite and actually asked him if he wanted to help fight. Halite shrugged and said "Nah," deciding that the Gems' problems were no longer his problems. The rest is history.
Association:
Formerly Homeworld, now neutral.
Gem
Halite- the crystal form of Salt.
Weapon
Sledgehammer
Gem Location
Back of his mouth. Why put a vulnerable spot where enemies can get at it?
Gem Unique Ability
Gravity manipulation. Limited to an area within a few inches of his skin and any object he's holding, but it still has many uses. |
50,559 | 1,359 | 6 | 2,305 | 2,044 | Amber opened her eyes for perhaps only the second time in her life. She remembered very little, the beginnings of self awareness, a group of other young gems around her, and suddenly, intense pain and darkness. Here she was surrounded by other gems, older. A gem was speaking, who seemed to really have it together, so Amber listened intently. Suddenly, one of the larger gems turned violent and hit another, causing the victim's body to dematerialize and retreat into its gem. When the larger gem kicked the retreated gem away, Amber ran to retrieve it, picking it up, and cupping it in her hands. She didn't know much, but she knew enough; either inherently, or as a result of repressed memories of her time as a monster, that Citrine was hurt. Amber looked over at Steven and Garnet in fear and confusion, turning her gaze also to Sard, who seemed to be standing up for Citrine. Amber didn't want to fight. | Name
Amber
Appearance
Gender
Female
Personality
Amber is curious, bubbly and optimistic. She is a bit shy at times, and has difficulty making decisions due to inexperience and lack of confidence. Although she has a hard time articulating it, she has a strong desire for order and safety in her life. As a result, she tends to like Pearl.
Bio
Amber was created towards the end of the Crystal Wars in a kindergarten on Earth. While the Crystal Gems attacked the kindergarten where Amber was created to shut it down, the caretaker ramped up production in an effort to save herself. The caretaker took the newly made gems including Amber, who were too young and inexperienced to fight as an efficient army, and broke or flawed their gems, turning them into gem monsters, hoping to escape in the ensuing chaos. The plan backfired; Amber, in her monstrous rage slew the caretaker. Rose's army was forced to put down all the gem monsters, Amber being among them.
Amber stayed imprisoned in the Crystal Temple until adult Steven healed her. She has little to no recollection of her time as a monster, and has a very innocent and naive outlook in life, having been 'alive' for a long time but aware for almost none of that time.
Association
Crystal Gems
Gem
Amber (tear-shaped, polished, entrapped insect inside)
Weapon
Cleats
Gem Location
Left ankle
Gem Unique Ability
Electrostasis - Amber has the ability to build up and store an electric charge, and manipulate electrostatic repulsion. This usually means that she tends to run or run in place during battle to build up charge that she can release in a weak, short range lightning spark, or with her devestating finisher, Lightning Kick, and leap into the air followed by a charged, downward strike to the head. She can also statically cling to surfaces.
Other
Her favorite movie is Jurassic Park. |
50,560 | 1,359 | 7 | 1,404 | 5,009 | Obdi was surprised to find out that he had been a monster. One second he was fighting for Rose, a fight that would end the war. Suddenly, everything went black, as if he fell asleep. It felt that it was only a few seconds of sleep, then he woke up in the Burning Room, a place he really did not recognize. It had been a week since he had been awaken from his hostile slumber. Scared and lonely, Obdi immediately clung to the rope of leadership that Steven provided. It reminded him of Rose, but he could remember Her having a child, maybe it was after the transformation.
Obdi listened attentively to the explanation the Garnet and Steven provided. Apparently, a coward like him was powerful in the eyes of the Crystal Gems, which was beyond him. Obdi threw a side ways glance to the Gems on either side of him. He had a recollection of them from the war, but he could not remember them. It was weird. Obdi nodded eagerly when they were dismissed to head over the the forest were the HomeWolrd out post was set up. Despite his eager exterior appearance, but on the inside, he was terrified. It did not help that the largest of them had just smashed his fist into the face of a defenseless Gem. It immediately hid inside it's Gem, and the assailant summoned his own weapon. Obdi noticed Steven wanted to step in, but Garnet stopped him, she wanted them to settle it. Obdi frowned, how could they? This Gem looked like he was on the verge of killing them all.
"Stop! If you don't, you will force us to use force." He said nervously, taking a tentative step towards the berserk Gem. | Name
Obsidian
"Obdi"
Appearance:
Credit goes to artist.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Obsidian is sort of a walking oxymoron. He is a cheerful, lighthearted young man, always smiled, telling jokes, and making people laugh. But underneath his childish disposition, is a want, better yet, a need to protect his comrades and his friends. Although people may not believe he can do it, he still strives, or tries to protect those he loves. The problem is, Obsidian is a coward, he is afraid to get hurt, despite that fact that he wants to protect others. At times he may run from danger because of this, but he tries his best to overcome this, despite that fact that it is in his nature.
Bio:
Obsidian was born in the Kindergarten, as an anomalie so to speak. He was one of the 3 experimental Gems created to end the war. Not to much is known about the experiment, but the experiment was aborted and 2 of the Gems created were left lacking. Obsidian was the only experiment who came out remotely successful before the experiment was ended. There perfect Gem, strong, fast, tanky everything that was wanted on the battle field.
Obsidian was found by Rose in the ruins of the Kindergarten. She cared for his for a bit before sending him to the battle field. She was confident that he would be able to handle whatever was thrown at him, despite his cowardice.
Association:
Crystal Gems
Gem
Obsidian
Weapon
Full-Body Armor
This grants him strength, speed and protection. His arms and replaced by long and sharp blades. This is the manifestation of his personality, he is afraid to get hurt, hence the armor, and it's speed boost. His strength, and blades are for protecting his friends.
Gem Location
Neck/Throat
Gem Unique Ability
Obsidian has the ability to leave transparent clones of himself at specific point. They act as wards so to speak, he can see from them, and tell if an enemy is coming for behind. There is no set limit on how far he can be away from his clone, but it does affect it's second purpose. If Obsidian wishes to run away, he can teleport back to one of his clones positions, once he does this, all clone disappear and he cannot use this for some time.
Other
(Anything you want to mention to us.) |
50,561 | 1,359 | 8 | 1,234 | 1,040 | Balas was...surprised to be awake honestly. She had sort of thought she had died, and had been oddly at piece with that notion. She was a very old, even by the nearly eternal standards of the Gems, an a career warrior at that, few of her class were around for as long as she had been, most being undone in the glory and heat of battle. It was a fate she had always expected for herself, heck it was a fate she thought she had fallen to. The war between the crystal gems and the homeworld was a desperate one, they were outnumbered significantly, and only through the fierce determination of the Crystal gems and the clever and wise guidance of their leader had they even the semblance of hope. It would have been no surprise for her if unmaking had been her destiny in the corse of that war....But it turns out she had been corrupted, though the memory escaped her grasp, and had been on earth as some giant worm monster. Weird right?
And now, though the power of Rose's child, ( she was still grasping at the comprehension that a gem had a CHILD at all ), she was brought forth to battle once more. She couldn't say she was displeased by this to be honest, she had always loved fighting and even more fighting in a cause she believed in. Earth was one such cause, and to be able to lend her strength to the crystal gems and once more light a warm fire in her heart.
But a quick and sudden shade was brought on the glorious reunion with existence and purpose, when the largest member of the group struck out at another gem and was nearly frothing with rage. Tension hummed thick in the air as they group seemed to prepare for battle. She recognized the potential for disaster quickly , and fell back into her
"ENOUGH" she said suddenly and sharply, in a voice that seemed impossible loud and clear for one so small. She stepped between the giant and the other gems. She had summoned her great bearded ax, and had hooked it around the shaft of the hammer and held it still, though it took all her strength to manage such a thing and she was rather sure that Halite wasn't really focusing his strength at the moment. "Do you all not recognize where we are? We are in the heart of a base. If something in here got damaged the resulting destruction could kill us all." she shot a swift glance to Halite "As well as any living thing for miles around."
She turned and faced Halite squarely "I know better than anyone the sins of the gems. You not the only expendable weapon in this room berserker, but fighting and raging in here risks more than pride and life. So either apologize and agree help us or leave peaceably." she spoke in a calm serious voice. but as soon as she had begun to address Halite her right fist, her free hand, had closed tightly and the air about it shimmered as it was vibrating dangerously. from the clenched fist emanated a vibration so deep and intense that it couldn't be heard so much as felt. "Or, if you can't contain your rage, we can take this outside and I can end your rage for you." | Name
Balas Ruby
Appearance:
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Some see her as a 'mother bear' type, and it is easy to see why. She enjoys being active and productive, it is rare to find Balas simply 'doing nothing' when she can be doing something useful or giving aid to another. She has a hands-on nature that make her seems to have a bit of an 'warrior of old' kind of persona. Often laughing and smiling, even in the heat of battle, and does not shy from combat. But when the going gets rough and the danger truly significant, Balas's energetic smile will fade away and she will demonstrate a very focused, deadly serious nature, revealing a much more no-nonsense side of her more similar to a battle commander. She does not tolerate serious threats to her allies lightly and will be the last willing to leave a fight to ensure other have a full chance to retreat.
Bio:
Balas Ruby is a very old 'foot soldier' gem, even by many gem standards. So much so that those of the same type as her are no longer called balas ruby but 'Rose Spinel'. Long and faithfully she had been a warrior of the home world, for countless millennia she lived on the Gem's front lines until the stood as a dominate and rarely challenged force in their part of the universe. From there she had been reassigned to security detail on Kindergarten projects. She didn't only think that working as a guard was a waste of her abilities but she didn't like the results of the Kindergarten program. She always had half a mind to do something about it but she was but a single warrior, not a leader or strategist, and didn't believe she was able to convince others to follower her lead. But lucky for her, someone else came along. Rose Quarts.
She gladly joined the crystal gems in defense of this planet, and fought fiercely on their behalf of the crystal gems until, and she can't quite remember how, she was corrupted and became a horrible worm monster, as adult steven explained to her after she had been restored. She was pleased to once more give her skills in service to the earth and the crystal gems.
Association:
Homeword EX
Crytal Gems Current
Gem
'Balas Ruby', more commonly known these days as 'Rose Spinel
Weapon
A bearded ax. Normally appearing as a massive, pinkish-red, two-handed bearded Axe. The pole nearly longer as she is. The full length of the blade of her ax head is foot and a half. She can shrink it down to a smaller, single handed bearded ax when speed is more important than power.
Gem Location
Shoulder
Gem Unique Ability
Sonic wave generation: Balas demonstrates the ability to produce powerful sonic waves. Allowing her to release powerful short range bursts of sonic energy from her hands or ax, or much more powerful, larger bursts from her mouth as a roar like blast.
Other
She really enjoys shiny things, especially red shiny things, and her personal space is often filled with various trinkets of the sort |
50,562 | 1,359 | 9 | 1,180 | 1,981 | Sard stood, mouth agape, as Halite decided to mow down battalion after battalion of defenseless gem. The sheer rage filled madness somehow prevented Sard from reacting. Instead, the Obsidian and the Balas Rose stepped up, the Balas being the more convincing, fiercer, and braver of the two. Still, he didn't fault the Obsidian for trying. It was also important to try and be nice and polite to hulking rage monsters, to try and calm them down. He personally though, wanted to kick the crap out of Hal. He attacked the bubbled gems, beings incapable of even responding. Sard hated that.
"Ahem, we'll end his rage. I want in on this." Sard said, facing the Balas. Then he turned to the Halite, pointing a shuriken at his face. "Now c'mon, you brute. Let's take this outside." | Name
Sard
Appearance:
He has messy silver hair, and pale salmon skin. He wears a long striped shirt, and a black belt that has a nice, convenient hole for his Gem. His pants are a gunmetal grey, with a small yellow chain connecting them to his belt. His shoes are an exuberant red, with worn, white soles.
If Sard has to reform.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Sard is hot-headed and confrontational. His fighting spirit is second to none, even if he isn't super strong by himself. He fools around frequently, and doesn't focus on something unless he finds it important. He abuses power frequently, tapping into his adrenaline to pull pranks and the such. He isn't very book smart, not knowing what gem or human machines do most of the time. He's not particularly interested in learning either, most of the time. Though he does mess around frequently, he will always be honest and direct when telling you how he feels.
He loves Environmental Art, as well as Earth itself. He's also a big fan of soda, he feels it energizes him, and he loves the fizzy, carbonated taste. He doesn't eat any human food though. He frequently reads comic books and manga in his off times.
Bio:
Sard was born to fight. His unique ability's clearest use was combat, so once he grew old enough he went into the military. Once there, he stayed a low ranking because of his lack of understanding of military technology, and his insubordination. Eventually, he was assigned onto Earth, to help out with the "Kindergarten Project." He found Earth absolutely stunning looking, all the flora and plants were fantastic. Though he didn't particularly care for the animals, so he begrudgingly aligned himself with the Home World. Now that he's back, he has come to understand the humans are decent enough, and will now fight for the beautiful space rock known as earth.
Association:
Home World (Ex)
Crystal Gems (Current)
Gem
Sard
Weapon
A large, 4-pointed Shuriken. Useful for stabbing, slashing, and throwing. He commonly wields two at once. How he uses that thing without hurting himself, I'll never know. He can shrink and enlarge them.
Gem Location
His waist, because he's always shooting from the hip.
Gem Unique Ability
Adrenaline - Sard is able to tap into his energy reserves to slow his perception of time, focus intensely, and give a small boost to his strength and speed. Unfortunately, this is draining, and if he does so to much, he will get tired and eventually revert to his gem form. |
50,563 | 1,359 | 10 | 2,710 | 170 | Seemingly as soon as she left the room, a plethora of interesting noises erupted from the burning room behind her. Screams of rage, a rampage of destruction, and the unmistakable noise of a gem injured enough to retreat to their gem. Their mission hadn't even begun and one of their troops was already down for the count! With her powers of levitation, Melanite was sitting upside-down, floating in the air just outside the room. She had expected everyone to merely follow her out, after all they surely wanted to get to Pearl as possible. But now it sounded like everyone was fighting each other, in full view of Steven, Garnet and Amethyst!
"Kekekekeke! This group is going to be a lot of fun, huh?" Melanite said to herself, spinning around in the air. She was tempted to poke her head back in and see what all the fuss was about, although she had a pretty good idea which of those gems could be causing the ruckus, but she didn't want to end up being the next gem poofed away. As far as she was concerned, she slipped out just in time to avoid dealing with any of that garbage. It was someone else's problem right now!
Outside the dimensional door was a fridge, in the house part of the temple. The act of consumption did appeal to Melanite, as a wandering spirit she utilized a gigantic mouth to consume many things, mainly for the purposes of horrifying others, and she vaguely remembered the kitchen as a place where humans ate things. Figuring no one would miss it if she ate any old thing lying around, Melanite floated over to the fridge, grabbed the bread box sitting next to it, emptied the bread out onto the floor and shoved the box into her mouth before struggling to chew it. Eventually she just ended up with a scratched up bread box stuck in her mouth. | Name: Melanite
Appearance: Melanite is between Amethyst and Pearl's heights, and mostly black or dark gray in appearance. She has a short poof of curly hair, and frayed robes that make her look like a ghost.
Gender: Female
Personality:
Melanite has a mischievous streak, often using her powers to play pranks, but she means this always in good fun, and is part of her habit of constantly misunderstanding what makes people happy. Melanite has a constant drive to bring cheer and fight evil, which drove her to fight against the Homeworld when Rose Quartz's rebellion began. However she has a hard time figuring out how to please different people specifically, so she often attempts to help people or express her joy through pranks or tricks. Melanite's insufferably light-hearted demeanour often makes it surprising for people to learn she loves gory horror and action movies.
Bio:
The Melanite species of gem were used to help operate simple machinery through possession, but as gem technology began to advance and harness magic to function, these powers began to grow obsolete. At the tail end of her usefulness to homeworld, Melanite took part in creating Kindergartens on Earth, destroying wildlife to create more gems. Melanite couldn't justify the actions of the gems when she saw the destruction firsthand, and she fled the homeworld gems and hid away, a task made easier with her powers. For a long time Melanite could only feel anguish and remorse for her own deeds, until word reached her that a rebellion had been started by Rose Quartz that sought to defend the Earth, and it gave her a cause to channel her remorse into.
During the war, Melanite's kind personality was consumed by her passion for fending off evil, and when her gem corrupted she became a selfish spirit that lashed out against all who hurt her. As a formless spirit surrounding a singular gem, Melanite was passed around by humans who mistook her for a valuable stone, bringing misfortune to humans who owned her, until she eventually became buried in the lighthouse in Beach City.
Association: Melanite was loyal to Rose Quartz at the start of the rebellion, and still is.
Gem: Melanite
Weapon: None
Gem Location: The back of her head.
Gem Unique Ability:
Melanite has the ability to possesses non-magical objects, which excludes living beings as well. Melanite phases into an object, and her gem relocates to a location inside the object she possesses, a location she chooses but can't change once she's in control. This object can be as large as a building, and if so she can use telekinesis to move anything non-magical that isn't too strongly secured. If she possesses a machine, then someone controlling the machine could possibly restrict her movements. She can move the thing she's possessing, but a building is attached to the ground too strongly by its foundation for her to move it. A car would be no problem, though. Damaging the object she's possessing hurts her, and destroying it completely forces her to retreat into her gem.
Melanite is physically weaker than most gems (but probably still stronger than humans) but she can levitate. Melanite cannot easily shapeshift into anything non-humanoid or shapeshift parts of her body selectively, but she can create projections like Pearl can, and often does so to share memories. |
50,564 | 1,359 | 11 | 455 | 707 | It seemed that Halite was starting to cool down, his breathing growing calmer... then Sard went and brandished a weapon at him. Veins began to bulge as a greenish field formed around the head of his hammer, drawing in many of the gem bubbles. Where to go. What to do. How to feel. Once again the Gems sought to control who he was.
"Every living thing for miles around versus the lives of a few hundred war criminals, Homeworld and Rebel alike..."
The bubbled gems- left the field, and he began throwing them at the present Gems- save Amber, Steven, and the dormant Citrine. Specifically, aimed straight at the gems that were their true forms.
"THAT'S A PRICE I'M WILLING TO PAY!" | Name
Halite, The Berserker
Appearance:
Halite is... big. Nearly as tall as some fusions, nearly as wide from muscle mass. His face is constantly twisted in rage due to the carefully placed imperfections in his gem affecting his ability to feel other emotions. His skin SHOULD be a ghostly white, but becomes reddish-pink due to the sheer amount of anger he feels at all times. He usually shows up wearing a simple jumpsuit.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Halite is constantly seething with rage. Nobody knows if he has some traumatic event in his past, if he's been hit hard by the betrayal of Homeworld, or if he's just belligerent. While option three IS definitely true, there's a much simpler explanation: His gem was purposely flawed in order to make sure he was constantly angry in an attempt to make a more powerful soldier. He actually can't feel any other emotions without also experiencing anger. Because he's so angry, other Gems tend avoid him. They treat him like a machine or some kind of monster. And that makes him furious. It makes him miserable. It means his one joy in life is making the Gems as angry and miserable as he is.
In spite of this, he's found that the rage grants him a twisted clarity. He refuses to take part in the gem war now- seeing all that death, and watching all those humans using what little life they had defending their home has made him realize just how spectacular non-gem life can be... and just how terrible Gem society and psychology is as a whole. Where his former comrades and the earthbound gems see life as a thing that happens, he sees it differently- each and every thing, human, animal, or otherwise, is a miracle. Gems, on the other hand, are a race of psychotic warmongers who care nothing for the thoughts or dreams of others.
Bio:
Many of the earthbound gems preach the value of love and friendship for the strength of a warrior, but Halite's incredible service record was powered by hatred and vitriol. Designed to be emotionless to create a soldier whose mind was always clear, there was a major problem: Halite was sent straight into combat. His "natural" state is the rush of anger and hate from battle. As a low-class warrior, he was always treated like crap, and his superiors were surprised when he made sure to repay it in kind. He was just as unpleasant, belligerent, and hateful as you'd expect of someone viewed as a meatshield and possible weapon. This unpleasantness meant he ended up getting left behind and corrupted during the Gem War, spreading his gem's influence to a site that would be host to many bloody battles over the centuries.
Then Steven went and healed him. Steven didn't freak out, didn't immediately start barking orders. He wanted to get to know Halite and actually asked him if he wanted to help fight. Halite shrugged and said "Nah," deciding that the Gems' problems were no longer his problems. The rest is history.
Association:
Formerly Homeworld, now neutral.
Gem
Halite- the crystal form of Salt.
Weapon
Sledgehammer
Gem Location
Back of his mouth. Why put a vulnerable spot where enemies can get at it?
Gem Unique Ability
Gravity manipulation. Limited to an area within a few inches of his skin and any object he's holding, but it still has many uses. |
50,565 | 1,359 | 12 | 1,234 | 1,040 | Balas growled in frustration as her reason failed to reach Halite, she let her Ax free as the massive gem resumed his rampage and dived to the side, making rather sure she was between Halite and the other, and most importantly the Massive red-crystal heart of the sanctuary. As she did the vibration from Balas's hand seemed to rapidly shiver up her arm and into her throat. When Balas ruby opened her mouth seconds later, she didn't yell, cry, or scream. She roared. It was a deep rumbling sound that was more akin to the cacophony of an avalanche than any sort of noise to come from a living creature. The sound leaving her mouth was visible cone of force, shimmering in the air and tinted a faint reddish color. This was not her most focused sonic attack, but she wasn't truly attacking now, she was defending. the cone contacted the oncoming hail of gems and the faltered like a swimmer against the current of a powerful river. Soon the lost all momentum, and Balas sensed her bellowing. The kunai clatered to the ground and the bubbled Gems drifted in their new places.
"If you truly believe that is a fair trade, without even stepping outside to see where this base is located, then you never cared about this world, or any of the life on it." Balas said in a deeply cold voice, far different from the commanding if reasonable tone she was using before "Halite, you are a hypocrite and a traitor to your own beliefs. There is no gem in this room more dangerous and worthy destruction than you. I give you one final chance. If you will not work with us, take this new life you were given out of kindness and hope of another who wants to save this world, and leave." This time both her hands shimmered with the vibrations of her gathering power, and there was a similar shimmering glow about her throat, and the bone deep rumble that emanated from her body this time could be felt in the ground, the discarded weapons on the floor rattling with its vibrations. She spoke again, her voice coming out with an odd wavering quality. "Don't think I'll simply defend again, Halite, forgiveness is not truly in my nature." | Name
Balas Ruby
Appearance:
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Some see her as a 'mother bear' type, and it is easy to see why. She enjoys being active and productive, it is rare to find Balas simply 'doing nothing' when she can be doing something useful or giving aid to another. She has a hands-on nature that make her seems to have a bit of an 'warrior of old' kind of persona. Often laughing and smiling, even in the heat of battle, and does not shy from combat. But when the going gets rough and the danger truly significant, Balas's energetic smile will fade away and she will demonstrate a very focused, deadly serious nature, revealing a much more no-nonsense side of her more similar to a battle commander. She does not tolerate serious threats to her allies lightly and will be the last willing to leave a fight to ensure other have a full chance to retreat.
Bio:
Balas Ruby is a very old 'foot soldier' gem, even by many gem standards. So much so that those of the same type as her are no longer called balas ruby but 'Rose Spinel'. Long and faithfully she had been a warrior of the home world, for countless millennia she lived on the Gem's front lines until the stood as a dominate and rarely challenged force in their part of the universe. From there she had been reassigned to security detail on Kindergarten projects. She didn't only think that working as a guard was a waste of her abilities but she didn't like the results of the Kindergarten program. She always had half a mind to do something about it but she was but a single warrior, not a leader or strategist, and didn't believe she was able to convince others to follower her lead. But lucky for her, someone else came along. Rose Quarts.
She gladly joined the crystal gems in defense of this planet, and fought fiercely on their behalf of the crystal gems until, and she can't quite remember how, she was corrupted and became a horrible worm monster, as adult steven explained to her after she had been restored. She was pleased to once more give her skills in service to the earth and the crystal gems.
Association:
Homeword EX
Crytal Gems Current
Gem
'Balas Ruby', more commonly known these days as 'Rose Spinel
Weapon
A bearded ax. Normally appearing as a massive, pinkish-red, two-handed bearded Axe. The pole nearly longer as she is. The full length of the blade of her ax head is foot and a half. She can shrink it down to a smaller, single handed bearded ax when speed is more important than power.
Gem Location
Shoulder
Gem Unique Ability
Sonic wave generation: Balas demonstrates the ability to produce powerful sonic waves. Allowing her to release powerful short range bursts of sonic energy from her hands or ax, or much more powerful, larger bursts from her mouth as a roar like blast.
Other
She really enjoys shiny things, especially red shiny things, and her personal space is often filled with various trinkets of the sort |
50,566 | 1,359 | 13 | 455 | 707 | NO. MERCY. FORGIVENESS. KINDNESS. LOVE. HAPPINESS. FRIENDSHIP. THOSE AREN'T IN YOUR NATURE, ARE THEY!?
The green field around the hammer was getting more and more visible as he pointed it to the now further shattered gems in the bubbles. It seemed that using high-powered sonic screams at already cracked gems had some... adverse effects. Even now, this enraged Halite.
"YOU'RE A GEM, JUST LIKE THE REST! YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT OTHER GEMS. YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE ONES WHO KEPT TELLING ME TO BREAK THOSE INNOCENT HUMANS! YOU JUST WANT TO POINT ME AT YOUR PROBLEMS AND HOPE I MAKE THEM DISAPPEAR." | Name
Halite, The Berserker
Appearance:
Halite is... big. Nearly as tall as some fusions, nearly as wide from muscle mass. His face is constantly twisted in rage due to the carefully placed imperfections in his gem affecting his ability to feel other emotions. His skin SHOULD be a ghostly white, but becomes reddish-pink due to the sheer amount of anger he feels at all times. He usually shows up wearing a simple jumpsuit.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Halite is constantly seething with rage. Nobody knows if he has some traumatic event in his past, if he's been hit hard by the betrayal of Homeworld, or if he's just belligerent. While option three IS definitely true, there's a much simpler explanation: His gem was purposely flawed in order to make sure he was constantly angry in an attempt to make a more powerful soldier. He actually can't feel any other emotions without also experiencing anger. Because he's so angry, other Gems tend avoid him. They treat him like a machine or some kind of monster. And that makes him furious. It makes him miserable. It means his one joy in life is making the Gems as angry and miserable as he is.
In spite of this, he's found that the rage grants him a twisted clarity. He refuses to take part in the gem war now- seeing all that death, and watching all those humans using what little life they had defending their home has made him realize just how spectacular non-gem life can be... and just how terrible Gem society and psychology is as a whole. Where his former comrades and the earthbound gems see life as a thing that happens, he sees it differently- each and every thing, human, animal, or otherwise, is a miracle. Gems, on the other hand, are a race of psychotic warmongers who care nothing for the thoughts or dreams of others.
Bio:
Many of the earthbound gems preach the value of love and friendship for the strength of a warrior, but Halite's incredible service record was powered by hatred and vitriol. Designed to be emotionless to create a soldier whose mind was always clear, there was a major problem: Halite was sent straight into combat. His "natural" state is the rush of anger and hate from battle. As a low-class warrior, he was always treated like crap, and his superiors were surprised when he made sure to repay it in kind. He was just as unpleasant, belligerent, and hateful as you'd expect of someone viewed as a meatshield and possible weapon. This unpleasantness meant he ended up getting left behind and corrupted during the Gem War, spreading his gem's influence to a site that would be host to many bloody battles over the centuries.
Then Steven went and healed him. Steven didn't freak out, didn't immediately start barking orders. He wanted to get to know Halite and actually asked him if he wanted to help fight. Halite shrugged and said "Nah," deciding that the Gems' problems were no longer his problems. The rest is history.
Association:
Formerly Homeworld, now neutral.
Gem
Halite- the crystal form of Salt.
Weapon
Sledgehammer
Gem Location
Back of his mouth. Why put a vulnerable spot where enemies can get at it?
Gem Unique Ability
Gravity manipulation. Limited to an area within a few inches of his skin and any object he's holding, but it still has many uses. |
50,567 | 1,359 | 14 | 2,717 | 553 | It had only been a matter of minutes, but Citrine's gem began to glow in Amber's hands. Perhaps it was the urgency of the situation that drew her out so quickly, or perhaps she was simply reckless, but either way, the short orange gem was quickly developing a new body. Soon, she was reformed, looking nearly identical to her initial appearance, though her hair was now parted to the other side, and her shirt hung a bit lower. She dashed forth from Amber, to once more stand between Halite and his potential victims, including the now potentially dangerous Balas Ruby. Citrine looked at Halite pleadingly, trying her best to eminate her calming aura.
"Please... Stop this. Violence is wrong." Her concern seemed legitimate. Real. Foolish. | Name:
Citrine
Appearance:
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Citrine is very shy, but also very eager to help in dangerous situations. She tries her hardest to keep all parties happy at all times, in an attempt to keep the peace. Citrine is, above all, a pacifist and a caretaker. This was... Problematic, during the first war, and Citrine was decommissioned early by a strong blow to her gem. Now that she is back, she intends to be far safer, acting more cautious than ever.
Bio:
Citrine was made in a kindergarten somewhere in the far reaches of space. She was meant as a healer and support gem, first and foremost, and combat gem second. At the beginning of the first gem war, Citrine was used to heal homeworld gems and keep them in fighting condition, but when things began to get serious, she was sent to the frontlines. Once there, Citrine saw... Horrors. Horrors she had never imagined, and it affected her deeply: Almost immediately, she defected to the Crystal Gems.
Once she had defected, Citrine kept healing, but she began receiving combat orders as well: Difficult missions, perilous fighting, it began routine for her. She became reckless at times, eager to show her new comrades her skills. Unfortunately, this ended in an early decommission: a crack in her gem put her out of the fight for good, and being bubbled away was the only thing that kept her in a still living state. Only recently, when released and healed by Steven, did Citrine begin to exercise caution in the field.
Association:
Rose Quartz/Crystal Gems
Gem:
Citrine
Weapon:
Mace
Gem Location:
Chest
Gem Unique Ability:
Citrine is capable of emitting soothing blasts energy, meant to calm both animal and gem alike, as well as a slightly weaker version of the healing powers exhibited by Rose Quartz.
Other:
NONE |
50,568 | 1,359 | 15 | 455 | 707 | ...I'm sorry I must have misheard you.
With a grunt, Halite dismissed his hammer, crouching down to look Citrine in the eyes.
"Because it sounded like you said violence is wrong. That's... not something I ever thought I'd hear from a Gem."
His skin was quickly returning to white. His breathing less ragged. His voice much calmer.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, uh... what's your name?" | Name
Halite, The Berserker
Appearance:
Halite is... big. Nearly as tall as some fusions, nearly as wide from muscle mass. His face is constantly twisted in rage due to the carefully placed imperfections in his gem affecting his ability to feel other emotions. His skin SHOULD be a ghostly white, but becomes reddish-pink due to the sheer amount of anger he feels at all times. He usually shows up wearing a simple jumpsuit.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Halite is constantly seething with rage. Nobody knows if he has some traumatic event in his past, if he's been hit hard by the betrayal of Homeworld, or if he's just belligerent. While option three IS definitely true, there's a much simpler explanation: His gem was purposely flawed in order to make sure he was constantly angry in an attempt to make a more powerful soldier. He actually can't feel any other emotions without also experiencing anger. Because he's so angry, other Gems tend avoid him. They treat him like a machine or some kind of monster. And that makes him furious. It makes him miserable. It means his one joy in life is making the Gems as angry and miserable as he is.
In spite of this, he's found that the rage grants him a twisted clarity. He refuses to take part in the gem war now- seeing all that death, and watching all those humans using what little life they had defending their home has made him realize just how spectacular non-gem life can be... and just how terrible Gem society and psychology is as a whole. Where his former comrades and the earthbound gems see life as a thing that happens, he sees it differently- each and every thing, human, animal, or otherwise, is a miracle. Gems, on the other hand, are a race of psychotic warmongers who care nothing for the thoughts or dreams of others.
Bio:
Many of the earthbound gems preach the value of love and friendship for the strength of a warrior, but Halite's incredible service record was powered by hatred and vitriol. Designed to be emotionless to create a soldier whose mind was always clear, there was a major problem: Halite was sent straight into combat. His "natural" state is the rush of anger and hate from battle. As a low-class warrior, he was always treated like crap, and his superiors were surprised when he made sure to repay it in kind. He was just as unpleasant, belligerent, and hateful as you'd expect of someone viewed as a meatshield and possible weapon. This unpleasantness meant he ended up getting left behind and corrupted during the Gem War, spreading his gem's influence to a site that would be host to many bloody battles over the centuries.
Then Steven went and healed him. Steven didn't freak out, didn't immediately start barking orders. He wanted to get to know Halite and actually asked him if he wanted to help fight. Halite shrugged and said "Nah," deciding that the Gems' problems were no longer his problems. The rest is history.
Association:
Formerly Homeworld, now neutral.
Gem
Halite- the crystal form of Salt.
Weapon
Sledgehammer
Gem Location
Back of his mouth. Why put a vulnerable spot where enemies can get at it?
Gem Unique Ability
Gravity manipulation. Limited to an area within a few inches of his skin and any object he's holding, but it still has many uses. |
50,569 | 1,359 | 16 | 1,180 | 1,981 | Sard stared angrily at Halite as he began thinking about what to do. In all honesty, Sard didn't want Halite to surrender. Sard wanted a fight, and a fight Halite would seemingly give. With a bellowing yell, he quickly threw the gem bubbles at them, as a sort of projectile weapon. Sard tapped into his adrenaline for a second, but the Balas reacted quickly, using a sonic blast to slow all the gems to a halt. Balas once again tried to persuade him, an effort that provided useless to no one's surprise. He screamed once again, and prepared to attack... only to be stopped by a gentle voice.
Citrine had reformed rather quickly, a feat he personally thought was a little odd considering her nature. When she had come out, she looked almost the same, a bigger shirt and her hair was reversed. She calmed him down, simply by saying violence was wrong. How foolish. But apparently, it worked on Halite. He dismissed his weapon and began talking to her. "Seriously?" Sard asked, looking around the room. With a grunt, he decided to leave. He clearly wasn't getting what he wanted, so whatever. All he had to do was wait until the mission.
He entered the foyer-type area of the temple. A simple human abode, it seemed. Once he entered, he saw the gem who had left earlier, eating some human food. It didn't look like she was getting very far, though. That gave him an idea as to how to cool off, luckily. "Heh, eating some human food, huh? I don't particularly like the stuff. I enjoy their liquids more." Sard said, opening up the cold fridge, and grabbing a fresh soda off of one of the shelves. He slammed the fridge door, a little to hard, but not causing any permanent damage. "So, what's up?" He asked, popping the cap off the tasty beverage in his hand. | Name
Sard
Appearance:
He has messy silver hair, and pale salmon skin. He wears a long striped shirt, and a black belt that has a nice, convenient hole for his Gem. His pants are a gunmetal grey, with a small yellow chain connecting them to his belt. His shoes are an exuberant red, with worn, white soles.
If Sard has to reform.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Sard is hot-headed and confrontational. His fighting spirit is second to none, even if he isn't super strong by himself. He fools around frequently, and doesn't focus on something unless he finds it important. He abuses power frequently, tapping into his adrenaline to pull pranks and the such. He isn't very book smart, not knowing what gem or human machines do most of the time. He's not particularly interested in learning either, most of the time. Though he does mess around frequently, he will always be honest and direct when telling you how he feels.
He loves Environmental Art, as well as Earth itself. He's also a big fan of soda, he feels it energizes him, and he loves the fizzy, carbonated taste. He doesn't eat any human food though. He frequently reads comic books and manga in his off times.
Bio:
Sard was born to fight. His unique ability's clearest use was combat, so once he grew old enough he went into the military. Once there, he stayed a low ranking because of his lack of understanding of military technology, and his insubordination. Eventually, he was assigned onto Earth, to help out with the "Kindergarten Project." He found Earth absolutely stunning looking, all the flora and plants were fantastic. Though he didn't particularly care for the animals, so he begrudgingly aligned himself with the Home World. Now that he's back, he has come to understand the humans are decent enough, and will now fight for the beautiful space rock known as earth.
Association:
Home World (Ex)
Crystal Gems (Current)
Gem
Sard
Weapon
A large, 4-pointed Shuriken. Useful for stabbing, slashing, and throwing. He commonly wields two at once. How he uses that thing without hurting himself, I'll never know. He can shrink and enlarge them.
Gem Location
His waist, because he's always shooting from the hip.
Gem Unique Ability
Adrenaline - Sard is able to tap into his energy reserves to slow his perception of time, focus intensely, and give a small boost to his strength and speed. Unfortunately, this is draining, and if he does so to much, he will get tired and eventually revert to his gem form. |
50,570 | 1,359 | 17 | 1,404 | 5,009 | Obdi jumped upon hearing the angered voice of Balas. Things were quickly getting out of hand, Balas had taken out her own weapon, and was ready to confront the raging Gem. Sard had also summoned his own weapon, and with Balas, was ready to take down Halite if necessary. As much as Obdi wanted to help, no matter how badly he wanted to stop this. He was afraid. Halite was a powerful gem, large and intimidating.
Unfortunately, people can change quickly. Obdi watched in horror as the Gem took all the Bubbled Gems that floated around The Burning Room, and was thrown at them. Despite that fact that Balas had easily and safely stopped the incoming Bubbled Gems. Anger was etched into Obdi's soft features, those were his brother and sisters, his comrades, how could Halite so easily endanger them in such a way.
Fortunately, Halite surrendered. Obdi wanted to attack him none the less, but he balled up is anger and stomped away. Obdi walked out and passed the Gems inside the foyer slash living space inside the temple. He walked outside, onto the beach, a place that he had not seen, in forever. It's beauty soothed him, calming him down, despite that, he still wanted revenge.
Steven
"These are our strongest gems?" Steven said with a sigh. He had sent these Gems to take out an important Outpost for the HomeWorld, and yet, they had not even left and they were already fighting. He felt bad for Pearl, how would she react to such Gems. "Don't worry Steven, they will be fine." Garnet said with her usual stern voice. "I hope so." Steven said raking his hand through his hair. | Name
Obsidian
"Obdi"
Appearance:
Credit goes to artist.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Obsidian is sort of a walking oxymoron. He is a cheerful, lighthearted young man, always smiled, telling jokes, and making people laugh. But underneath his childish disposition, is a want, better yet, a need to protect his comrades and his friends. Although people may not believe he can do it, he still strives, or tries to protect those he loves. The problem is, Obsidian is a coward, he is afraid to get hurt, despite that fact that he wants to protect others. At times he may run from danger because of this, but he tries his best to overcome this, despite that fact that it is in his nature.
Bio:
Obsidian was born in the Kindergarten, as an anomalie so to speak. He was one of the 3 experimental Gems created to end the war. Not to much is known about the experiment, but the experiment was aborted and 2 of the Gems created were left lacking. Obsidian was the only experiment who came out remotely successful before the experiment was ended. There perfect Gem, strong, fast, tanky everything that was wanted on the battle field.
Obsidian was found by Rose in the ruins of the Kindergarten. She cared for his for a bit before sending him to the battle field. She was confident that he would be able to handle whatever was thrown at him, despite his cowardice.
Association:
Crystal Gems
Gem
Obsidian
Weapon
Full-Body Armor
This grants him strength, speed and protection. His arms and replaced by long and sharp blades. This is the manifestation of his personality, he is afraid to get hurt, hence the armor, and it's speed boost. His strength, and blades are for protecting his friends.
Gem Location
Neck/Throat
Gem Unique Ability
Obsidian has the ability to leave transparent clones of himself at specific point. They act as wards so to speak, he can see from them, and tell if an enemy is coming for behind. There is no set limit on how far he can be away from his clone, but it does affect it's second purpose. If Obsidian wishes to run away, he can teleport back to one of his clones positions, once he does this, all clone disappear and he cannot use this for some time.
Other
(Anything you want to mention to us.) |
50,571 | 1,359 | 18 | 2,710 | 170 | Melanite turned to look at Sard, and in giving up on swallowing the bread box whole, snapped it in half with a surprisingly sharp set of teeth. "Give me a break, I haven't had this form for long," Melanite replied, referring to her new state of not being a corrupted gem, but also her new state of having a body other than an entire building. "I know humans definitely put things from this kind of room in their mouths, and when I take over a building I can eat whatever I want, but now I'm suddenly having problems! I wonder how humans tell food from non-food..."
This train of thought was only maintained for a moment before Melanite answered Sard's question, only rather than explaining what she was doing now (that much was obvious, she was clearly trying to eat a breadbox), Melanite decided to explain what she had been doing just moments ago. "Well, I was under the impression we had an urgent mission to attend to, but clearly some gems have different priorities! I'm glad I stepped out before I could even see that tantrum, but I have three guesses as to who's responsible. I should plan a prank and cheer them up!" This train of thought took Melanite somewhere actually useful, and as she had an idea Melanite grinned and clapped her hands with excitement. She folded her arms, and with a clever sneer she said to Sard, "Hey, I got something that'll really teach those gems to mess around! Let's say we have a race to see who can get to Pearl first, huh?" | Name: Melanite
Appearance: Melanite is between Amethyst and Pearl's heights, and mostly black or dark gray in appearance. She has a short poof of curly hair, and frayed robes that make her look like a ghost.
Gender: Female
Personality:
Melanite has a mischievous streak, often using her powers to play pranks, but she means this always in good fun, and is part of her habit of constantly misunderstanding what makes people happy. Melanite has a constant drive to bring cheer and fight evil, which drove her to fight against the Homeworld when Rose Quartz's rebellion began. However she has a hard time figuring out how to please different people specifically, so she often attempts to help people or express her joy through pranks or tricks. Melanite's insufferably light-hearted demeanour often makes it surprising for people to learn she loves gory horror and action movies.
Bio:
The Melanite species of gem were used to help operate simple machinery through possession, but as gem technology began to advance and harness magic to function, these powers began to grow obsolete. At the tail end of her usefulness to homeworld, Melanite took part in creating Kindergartens on Earth, destroying wildlife to create more gems. Melanite couldn't justify the actions of the gems when she saw the destruction firsthand, and she fled the homeworld gems and hid away, a task made easier with her powers. For a long time Melanite could only feel anguish and remorse for her own deeds, until word reached her that a rebellion had been started by Rose Quartz that sought to defend the Earth, and it gave her a cause to channel her remorse into.
During the war, Melanite's kind personality was consumed by her passion for fending off evil, and when her gem corrupted she became a selfish spirit that lashed out against all who hurt her. As a formless spirit surrounding a singular gem, Melanite was passed around by humans who mistook her for a valuable stone, bringing misfortune to humans who owned her, until she eventually became buried in the lighthouse in Beach City.
Association: Melanite was loyal to Rose Quartz at the start of the rebellion, and still is.
Gem: Melanite
Weapon: None
Gem Location: The back of her head.
Gem Unique Ability:
Melanite has the ability to possesses non-magical objects, which excludes living beings as well. Melanite phases into an object, and her gem relocates to a location inside the object she possesses, a location she chooses but can't change once she's in control. This object can be as large as a building, and if so she can use telekinesis to move anything non-magical that isn't too strongly secured. If she possesses a machine, then someone controlling the machine could possibly restrict her movements. She can move the thing she's possessing, but a building is attached to the ground too strongly by its foundation for her to move it. A car would be no problem, though. Damaging the object she's possessing hurts her, and destroying it completely forces her to retreat into her gem.
Melanite is physically weaker than most gems (but probably still stronger than humans) but she can levitate. Melanite cannot easily shapeshift into anything non-humanoid or shapeshift parts of her body selectively, but she can create projections like Pearl can, and often does so to share memories. |
50,572 | 1,359 | 19 | 2,305 | 2,044 | Amber had wondered why Steven, Garnet, and Amethyst didn't intervene, and started losing hope as the situation escalated. However, Citrine's gem began agitating and floated up into the air. Amber pulled back as Citrine reformed and confronted Halite. Something about Citrine made Amber feel calm, her previous sense of hopelessness leaving. Amber saw several gems leave before confirming whether or not the situation was completely defused yet, so decided to stay. Amber got up off the ground and stood behind Citrine. She summoned up enough courage to speak to Halite, hoping what she said wouldn't anger him further, "Not all gems here have fought or harmed other life...at least, I know I haven't." Though technically, she had killed the caretaker of her kindergarten, she had no memory of it. "I'm sure there are other gems bubbled up that are like me, and it wouldn't be right to judge them without at least letting them speak for themselves. You wouldn't do that, right?" | Name
Amber
Appearance
Gender
Female
Personality
Amber is curious, bubbly and optimistic. She is a bit shy at times, and has difficulty making decisions due to inexperience and lack of confidence. Although she has a hard time articulating it, she has a strong desire for order and safety in her life. As a result, she tends to like Pearl.
Bio
Amber was created towards the end of the Crystal Wars in a kindergarten on Earth. While the Crystal Gems attacked the kindergarten where Amber was created to shut it down, the caretaker ramped up production in an effort to save herself. The caretaker took the newly made gems including Amber, who were too young and inexperienced to fight as an efficient army, and broke or flawed their gems, turning them into gem monsters, hoping to escape in the ensuing chaos. The plan backfired; Amber, in her monstrous rage slew the caretaker. Rose's army was forced to put down all the gem monsters, Amber being among them.
Amber stayed imprisoned in the Crystal Temple until adult Steven healed her. She has little to no recollection of her time as a monster, and has a very innocent and naive outlook in life, having been 'alive' for a long time but aware for almost none of that time.
Association
Crystal Gems
Gem
Amber (tear-shaped, polished, entrapped insect inside)
Weapon
Cleats
Gem Location
Left ankle
Gem Unique Ability
Electrostasis - Amber has the ability to build up and store an electric charge, and manipulate electrostatic repulsion. This usually means that she tends to run or run in place during battle to build up charge that she can release in a weak, short range lightning spark, or with her devestating finisher, Lightning Kick, and leap into the air followed by a charged, downward strike to the head. She can also statically cling to surfaces.
Other
Her favorite movie is Jurassic Park. |
50,573 | 1,359 | 20 | 1,180 | 1,981 | As Sard took a big gulp of his cola, as he listened to Mel explain herself. Made sense. Frankly, he didn't have much of an idea what human cuisine was anyways. He just liked their fizzy drinks. He did kinda wonder what humanity ate, but at the same time didn't care enough to ask or do any research.
Just then a fuming Obsidian busted through the door to the foyer, and stomped out the door onto the beach. Mel didn't acknowledge him, instead focusing on the commotion that Sard had been at least partly responsible for in the Burning Room. Yeah, whoops, they did kinda have a mission to attend to... Still though, a race did sound kinda fun. "Yeah, I'll race. As long as you're fine with losing, I mean." Sard joked. "I'll go get the Obsidian. Mind taking care of the people in the Burning Room? Forewarning, it's getting all mushy 'violence is wrong' speech-y in there."
With that, Sard waved goodbye to Mel and hopped out onto the patio. He took in the surf and sand, breathing deeply to really get the full experience of outside. This was why he switched sides. That, and there was only one worthwhile person in the entire HomeWorld military, excluding himself, of course. He couldn't wait to get in the forest, and see some of the lush greens. With a grunt, he hit the sand, and quickly took off his shoes to feel the little grains between his feet. With a smile, he walked up to Obsidian.
"Hey, Obsidian, me and Melanite were gonna have a little race to see who can get to Pearl first. Wanna come?" Sard asked. | Name
Sard
Appearance:
He has messy silver hair, and pale salmon skin. He wears a long striped shirt, and a black belt that has a nice, convenient hole for his Gem. His pants are a gunmetal grey, with a small yellow chain connecting them to his belt. His shoes are an exuberant red, with worn, white soles.
If Sard has to reform.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Sard is hot-headed and confrontational. His fighting spirit is second to none, even if he isn't super strong by himself. He fools around frequently, and doesn't focus on something unless he finds it important. He abuses power frequently, tapping into his adrenaline to pull pranks and the such. He isn't very book smart, not knowing what gem or human machines do most of the time. He's not particularly interested in learning either, most of the time. Though he does mess around frequently, he will always be honest and direct when telling you how he feels.
He loves Environmental Art, as well as Earth itself. He's also a big fan of soda, he feels it energizes him, and he loves the fizzy, carbonated taste. He doesn't eat any human food though. He frequently reads comic books and manga in his off times.
Bio:
Sard was born to fight. His unique ability's clearest use was combat, so once he grew old enough he went into the military. Once there, he stayed a low ranking because of his lack of understanding of military technology, and his insubordination. Eventually, he was assigned onto Earth, to help out with the "Kindergarten Project." He found Earth absolutely stunning looking, all the flora and plants were fantastic. Though he didn't particularly care for the animals, so he begrudgingly aligned himself with the Home World. Now that he's back, he has come to understand the humans are decent enough, and will now fight for the beautiful space rock known as earth.
Association:
Home World (Ex)
Crystal Gems (Current)
Gem
Sard
Weapon
A large, 4-pointed Shuriken. Useful for stabbing, slashing, and throwing. He commonly wields two at once. How he uses that thing without hurting himself, I'll never know. He can shrink and enlarge them.
Gem Location
His waist, because he's always shooting from the hip.
Gem Unique Ability
Adrenaline - Sard is able to tap into his energy reserves to slow his perception of time, focus intensely, and give a small boost to his strength and speed. Unfortunately, this is draining, and if he does so to much, he will get tired and eventually revert to his gem form. |
50,574 | 1,359 | 21 | 2,717 | 553 | After ensuring Halite was no longer a danger to herself or the other gems, Citrine ceased emitting her calming aura. She was a bit wary of the salt-based warrior, considering his unusually hot temper for a head-based gem, but she did feel he deserved the benefit of the doubt. After all, she herself was not initially a friend to the cause of the Crystal Gems: That part of her past was... Unpleasant to think about, but it was certainly very important. Perhaps Halite was simply lost and confused, as many gems were wont to be. As she reached the screen door of the humble beach abode, she overheard Melanite speaking to Sard about Halite's... Tantrum. Her words, though possibly true, left a bit of a sore feeling in Citrine's heart. She wasn't big on the idea of hostilities erupting this early in their reawakening, and decided to speak up.
"Perhaps that... Brute, was wrong to act as he did, but you can't expect everyone to react to new situations the same way. He felt scared and threatened. He wasn't acting out of malice, he was trying to protect himself. And I'm not sure that situation was made better by the immediate jump to threats of violence. I don't mean to imply you're in the wrong..." Citrine had difficulty choosing her next words carefully, "But I don't think you should put all the blame on him." | Name:
Citrine
Appearance:
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Citrine is very shy, but also very eager to help in dangerous situations. She tries her hardest to keep all parties happy at all times, in an attempt to keep the peace. Citrine is, above all, a pacifist and a caretaker. This was... Problematic, during the first war, and Citrine was decommissioned early by a strong blow to her gem. Now that she is back, she intends to be far safer, acting more cautious than ever.
Bio:
Citrine was made in a kindergarten somewhere in the far reaches of space. She was meant as a healer and support gem, first and foremost, and combat gem second. At the beginning of the first gem war, Citrine was used to heal homeworld gems and keep them in fighting condition, but when things began to get serious, she was sent to the frontlines. Once there, Citrine saw... Horrors. Horrors she had never imagined, and it affected her deeply: Almost immediately, she defected to the Crystal Gems.
Once she had defected, Citrine kept healing, but she began receiving combat orders as well: Difficult missions, perilous fighting, it began routine for her. She became reckless at times, eager to show her new comrades her skills. Unfortunately, this ended in an early decommission: a crack in her gem put her out of the fight for good, and being bubbled away was the only thing that kept her in a still living state. Only recently, when released and healed by Steven, did Citrine begin to exercise caution in the field.
Association:
Rose Quartz/Crystal Gems
Gem:
Citrine
Weapon:
Mace
Gem Location:
Chest
Gem Unique Ability:
Citrine is capable of emitting soothing blasts energy, meant to calm both animal and gem alike, as well as a slightly weaker version of the healing powers exhibited by Rose Quartz.
Other:
NONE |
50,575 | 1,359 | 22 | 2,710 | 170 | Melanite had been hoping Sard would let her have this task. While he was talking to Obsidian outside, Melanite opened the door to the burning room back up, seeing that a few gems were still in there, including the colossal Halite. There was evidence of combat everywhere, but Melanite didn't care enough to try and figure out what exactly had happened. Besides, she only stuck her head in for a brief second to announce the race.
"HEY JOKERS!" Melanite yelled carelessly into the burning room, "We're racing to Pearl! Last one there gets left behind!" An empty threat in Melanite's heart, but she hoped it would be enough to motivate the other gems to get a move on.
Immediately Melanite bolted in the other direction, flying back through the house and outside to the patio, where Sard and Obsidian were. "No need to wait any longer, let's get going, hee hee!" Melanite said, and she took off into the air and started flying full speed towards Empire City, though her top speed was roughly the same as an average human running, even when sailing through the air. | Name: Melanite
Appearance: Melanite is between Amethyst and Pearl's heights, and mostly black or dark gray in appearance. She has a short poof of curly hair, and frayed robes that make her look like a ghost.
Gender: Female
Personality:
Melanite has a mischievous streak, often using her powers to play pranks, but she means this always in good fun, and is part of her habit of constantly misunderstanding what makes people happy. Melanite has a constant drive to bring cheer and fight evil, which drove her to fight against the Homeworld when Rose Quartz's rebellion began. However she has a hard time figuring out how to please different people specifically, so she often attempts to help people or express her joy through pranks or tricks. Melanite's insufferably light-hearted demeanour often makes it surprising for people to learn she loves gory horror and action movies.
Bio:
The Melanite species of gem were used to help operate simple machinery through possession, but as gem technology began to advance and harness magic to function, these powers began to grow obsolete. At the tail end of her usefulness to homeworld, Melanite took part in creating Kindergartens on Earth, destroying wildlife to create more gems. Melanite couldn't justify the actions of the gems when she saw the destruction firsthand, and she fled the homeworld gems and hid away, a task made easier with her powers. For a long time Melanite could only feel anguish and remorse for her own deeds, until word reached her that a rebellion had been started by Rose Quartz that sought to defend the Earth, and it gave her a cause to channel her remorse into.
During the war, Melanite's kind personality was consumed by her passion for fending off evil, and when her gem corrupted she became a selfish spirit that lashed out against all who hurt her. As a formless spirit surrounding a singular gem, Melanite was passed around by humans who mistook her for a valuable stone, bringing misfortune to humans who owned her, until she eventually became buried in the lighthouse in Beach City.
Association: Melanite was loyal to Rose Quartz at the start of the rebellion, and still is.
Gem: Melanite
Weapon: None
Gem Location: The back of her head.
Gem Unique Ability:
Melanite has the ability to possesses non-magical objects, which excludes living beings as well. Melanite phases into an object, and her gem relocates to a location inside the object she possesses, a location she chooses but can't change once she's in control. This object can be as large as a building, and if so she can use telekinesis to move anything non-magical that isn't too strongly secured. If she possesses a machine, then someone controlling the machine could possibly restrict her movements. She can move the thing she's possessing, but a building is attached to the ground too strongly by its foundation for her to move it. A car would be no problem, though. Damaging the object she's possessing hurts her, and destroying it completely forces her to retreat into her gem.
Melanite is physically weaker than most gems (but probably still stronger than humans) but she can levitate. Melanite cannot easily shapeshift into anything non-humanoid or shapeshift parts of her body selectively, but she can create projections like Pearl can, and often does so to share memories. |
50,576 | 1,359 | 23 | 455 | 707 | No. I wouldn't. That's why I didn't try to hurt you, Citrine, or the one who healed me. The others... they gave me orders. They told me how to feel. They brandished weapons. I got angry. I... just kept getting angrier.
It seemed like Halite was... apathetic about his outburst. At least he wasn't entering another spiral of fury, wherein those around him continually threatened him for being angry and scared. That seemed to end poorly. | Name
Halite, The Berserker
Appearance:
Halite is... big. Nearly as tall as some fusions, nearly as wide from muscle mass. His face is constantly twisted in rage due to the carefully placed imperfections in his gem affecting his ability to feel other emotions. His skin SHOULD be a ghostly white, but becomes reddish-pink due to the sheer amount of anger he feels at all times. He usually shows up wearing a simple jumpsuit.
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Halite is constantly seething with rage. Nobody knows if he has some traumatic event in his past, if he's been hit hard by the betrayal of Homeworld, or if he's just belligerent. While option three IS definitely true, there's a much simpler explanation: His gem was purposely flawed in order to make sure he was constantly angry in an attempt to make a more powerful soldier. He actually can't feel any other emotions without also experiencing anger. Because he's so angry, other Gems tend avoid him. They treat him like a machine or some kind of monster. And that makes him furious. It makes him miserable. It means his one joy in life is making the Gems as angry and miserable as he is.
In spite of this, he's found that the rage grants him a twisted clarity. He refuses to take part in the gem war now- seeing all that death, and watching all those humans using what little life they had defending their home has made him realize just how spectacular non-gem life can be... and just how terrible Gem society and psychology is as a whole. Where his former comrades and the earthbound gems see life as a thing that happens, he sees it differently- each and every thing, human, animal, or otherwise, is a miracle. Gems, on the other hand, are a race of psychotic warmongers who care nothing for the thoughts or dreams of others.
Bio:
Many of the earthbound gems preach the value of love and friendship for the strength of a warrior, but Halite's incredible service record was powered by hatred and vitriol. Designed to be emotionless to create a soldier whose mind was always clear, there was a major problem: Halite was sent straight into combat. His "natural" state is the rush of anger and hate from battle. As a low-class warrior, he was always treated like crap, and his superiors were surprised when he made sure to repay it in kind. He was just as unpleasant, belligerent, and hateful as you'd expect of someone viewed as a meatshield and possible weapon. This unpleasantness meant he ended up getting left behind and corrupted during the Gem War, spreading his gem's influence to a site that would be host to many bloody battles over the centuries.
Then Steven went and healed him. Steven didn't freak out, didn't immediately start barking orders. He wanted to get to know Halite and actually asked him if he wanted to help fight. Halite shrugged and said "Nah," deciding that the Gems' problems were no longer his problems. The rest is history.
Association:
Formerly Homeworld, now neutral.
Gem
Halite- the crystal form of Salt.
Weapon
Sledgehammer
Gem Location
Back of his mouth. Why put a vulnerable spot where enemies can get at it?
Gem Unique Ability
Gravity manipulation. Limited to an area within a few inches of his skin and any object he's holding, but it still has many uses. |
50,577 | 1,359 | 24 | 2,305 | 2,044 | I...I see... Amber replied, remembering distinctly that Halite had attacked Citrine first, but maybe to him, that one didn't count. Amber stepped out from behind Citrine, feeling that if she showed that she was afraid of Halite, it might make him trust her less. If she showed she trusted him, maybe he could trust her back. "I-if..." Amber started, looking over at Steven and Garnet, hoping that she wasn't over-stepping her authority, "If you don't want to be ordered around...if you don't want to fight, maybe you can just stay here for the time being. You won't have to take any orders, you won't have to fight..." | Name
Amber
Appearance
Gender
Female
Personality
Amber is curious, bubbly and optimistic. She is a bit shy at times, and has difficulty making decisions due to inexperience and lack of confidence. Although she has a hard time articulating it, she has a strong desire for order and safety in her life. As a result, she tends to like Pearl.
Bio
Amber was created towards the end of the Crystal Wars in a kindergarten on Earth. While the Crystal Gems attacked the kindergarten where Amber was created to shut it down, the caretaker ramped up production in an effort to save herself. The caretaker took the newly made gems including Amber, who were too young and inexperienced to fight as an efficient army, and broke or flawed their gems, turning them into gem monsters, hoping to escape in the ensuing chaos. The plan backfired; Amber, in her monstrous rage slew the caretaker. Rose's army was forced to put down all the gem monsters, Amber being among them.
Amber stayed imprisoned in the Crystal Temple until adult Steven healed her. She has little to no recollection of her time as a monster, and has a very innocent and naive outlook in life, having been 'alive' for a long time but aware for almost none of that time.
Association
Crystal Gems
Gem
Amber (tear-shaped, polished, entrapped insect inside)
Weapon
Cleats
Gem Location
Left ankle
Gem Unique Ability
Electrostasis - Amber has the ability to build up and store an electric charge, and manipulate electrostatic repulsion. This usually means that she tends to run or run in place during battle to build up charge that she can release in a weak, short range lightning spark, or with her devestating finisher, Lightning Kick, and leap into the air followed by a charged, downward strike to the head. She can also statically cling to surfaces.
Other
Her favorite movie is Jurassic Park. |
50,578 | 1,360 | 0 | 2,230 | 247 | Dymeh found himself awake again, taking up his usual guard route in the middle of the night. As snow began to fall in the quiet forest, scents became harder to track, and paws became very cold. There was no doubt the hardest times the pack would ever face were in full swing around him, and as he checked the perimeter he and the others had set around their territory, he realized things were getting worse. The faint scent of another pack could be detected, proof that the Ravine Pack's longest-lasting rivals had begun to slowly surround them.
Suddenly, but familiarly, Dymeh felt the dull pain of hunger set in. It had been nights since his last meal, and every creature that could provide the smallest amount of food was hiding from the freeze. With a slight sigh, Dymeh realized he should be hiding, too. His luck had run out, now it was time for him to suffer.
Marking one final tree, he began padding back to his den, located in a ravine that gave his pack its name. Careful not to wake the others, he slipped back into his small crevice under a rock and gave himself up to exhaustion. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,579 | 1,360 | 1 | 2,230 | 247 | Aleera woke up the next morning to see the ground covered in snow. She got to her feet and padded to the forest's edge. She knew she should try to hunt, but because the snow has set in, there wouldn't be much. She began heading deeper into the forest. Aleera had been smelling the scent of other wolves for weeks now, but today, it was much stronger; she realized it was only a matter of time until they made their move. Pushing off the thought, she began her search for food. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,580 | 1,360 | 2 | 2,230 | 247 | Aleera ignores the wolf, Dymeh, as she lifts her nose to the air. Finally she smelled prey. Keeping alert, she slowly headed towards the game. Out of all the odds, it was an old, sickened deer. Aleera moves so she is out of its line of vision and incapable of sensing her presence. She eyed Dymeh quickly to see if he was going to join in or just bystand. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,581 | 1,360 | 3 | 2,230 | 247 | She flicked her ear and then attacked. Grappling it to the ground, she tried to get to its neck, but couldn't reach it. Quickly, she signaled the other wolf to attack. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,582 | 1,360 | 4 | 2,230 | 247 | Aleera lets go as well, panting. She glances over at Dymeh to see him too, exhausted. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,583 | 1,360 | 5 | 2,230 | 247 | I noticed, I bark lowly. "It's okay... We caught it." | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,584 | 1,360 | 6 | 2,230 | 247 | She picks up another one of its legs and starts pulling it back towards the camp. Slowly, they make their way back with the game in tow. (Sorry for that little point of view change in my last message... I get mixed up sometimes. xD) | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,585 | 1,360 | 7 | 2,230 | 247 | I'm used to it. She growls, then eats a little bit of the scraps. "Thanks for helping with the kill," she says before leaving for her den. Aleera's den wasn't much; it was on the outer edge of camp and quite small. She didn't spend much time in it, anyways. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,586 | 1,360 | 8 | 2,230 | 247 | (Tera) She watched as the younger male, Dymeh, entered. Being the alpha female, she kept her ears and tail held high. "Dracov is not here, and will not return until the next moon. Is your news urgent?" | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,587 | 1,360 | 9 | 2,230 | 247 | I am aware. Aleera has alerted me of this on several different occasions. It's our best option as of now to just wait and see. Impatiently, she waited for Dymeh to leave. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,588 | 1,360 | 10 | 2,230 | 247 | Well, we meet again, it seems, the wolf spoke from somewhere, "tell me, do you have more prey for me to commandeer?" | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,589 | 1,360 | 11 | 2,230 | 247 | I thought I told you to stay away, she growls, "I'm not interested." Calmly, she faces the wolf. "Now leave." | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,590 | 1,360 | 12 | 2,230 | 247 | Annihilated, huh? Try me, she growls preparing for a fight. "I told you a long time ago the deal was off. Get lost." | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,591 | 1,360 | 13 | 2,230 | 247 | Get your own, she snarls. "I told you, the deal's off!" | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,592 | 1,360 | 14 | 2,230 | 247 | She turns to see Dymeh leap out just as the gang's second in command lunged at her. Dodging away, he manages to slash her chest. Enraged, she attacks him, clawing at his neck. Successful, the wolf falls limp. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,593 | 1,360 | 15 | 2,230 | 247 | Throwing a wolf off of her, Aleera replies "Make some sort of distraction then!" She quickly begins attacking again. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,594 | 1,360 | 16 | 2,230 | 247 | Confused as well, Aleera darted away from the battle and hid nearby. What just happened? Aleera questioned. Even though what just happened didn't make sense, she could relate. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,595 | 1,360 | 17 | 2,230 | 247 | Haven't seen that trick before, she mutters. "Are they taken care of?" | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,596 | 1,360 | 18 | 2,230 | 247 | Obviously, because they haven't found me yet. I'm not that stupid. Aleera replies. "So. How'd you manage that magic? Usually, one can't be in control that long." | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,597 | 1,360 | 19 | 2,230 | 247 | It's nothing you should be concerned with. Death might've been the better option, anyways, Aleera says before heading back towards the pack. Without looking back, she adds "Everyone has their secrets." | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,598 | 1,360 | 20 | 2,230 | 247 | For what, exactly? Dymeh questioned, "No wolf just meets wolves from another pack like that." He paused a minute, then asked, "You're not mating with one of them, are you?" | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,599 | 1,360 | 21 | 2,230 | 247 | No! Why would I ever do that? I'm not that, stupid, you know. Aleera sighs. "I joined this pack recently. They were from my old pack. I guess I got away with an unfinished deal." | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,600 | 1,360 | 22 | 2,230 | 247 | Long from it. They had to make up a story to protect my identity. I have a long history. Aleera glances over at your shocked expression. "Most of my history that the wolves know isn't the truth. Just lots of lies." | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,601 | 1,360 | 23 | 2,230 | 247 | I wouldn't put it that way, she begins, "it's mainly because I was different than the rest. I could do things they've never seen before and it scared them. They believed I was a threat. So, of course, they exiled me. I was thrown out. The alpha told the pack they found me dead. So here I am now, in the Ravine Pack- where no one knows of my past." | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
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