Snarktastic Posted July 19, 2005 Share Posted July 19, 2005 [COLOR=Indigo]Throughout the ages, there have always been those who were looked upon as ?special? for having abilities that go beyond what normal human beings can accomplish, such as shaman, medicine men, wizards, and the like. These people were revered in their native cultures for what other people saw as a connection with the spirit world ? that intangible thing that allowed these gifted men and women control powers which no mere mortal can. Unfortunately, there were some who were afraid of these people, leading to persecution on a mass scale. They were branded as witches and warlocks for possessing only these powers with which they were born. Subsequent movements only sought to suppress these people, fearing they might only bring an end to the world as we know it by using their powers for evil. These people were forced to live, hiding their true selves from the world, ashamed that they were given these gifts, regarding them only as curses from God Himself. We are in an enlightened age now, where we now understand the nature of these gifts through science, not through religion. These are not curses, but a complex set of genes in the body which determine whether a person has these powers, as well as what kinds of powers this person has. I have made it my life?s work to help nurture and train young children with these powers to control and use their powers for the good of mankind. My name is Mary Davis, and welcome to Madame Davis? Home for Gifted Children. ====== This RPG, as you might have figured, sounds much like Marvel?s [i]X-Men[/i]. In a way, it is much like that, except for the setting ? [b]The Bronx, New York City,[/b] at the turn of the last century (to be specific, the year [b]1899[/b]). Madame Davis? Home for Gifted Children (in this case, ?children? refers to anyone under the age of 18) is a home/school setting out in the rural Bronx area in her refurbished mansion, where children with superpowers from ages 12-18 (roughly sixth grade through high school senior year in American terms) come for the following: - A healthy regimen of diet, exercise, and schooling, - A place to learn to control and manipulate their powers to their fullest potential, and - A place to be accepted for who they are. Of course, there is a cost for entering the Home. Those who enter must understand that they will use their powers to benefit mankind and protect the world from those who would seek to usurp control of the world?s governments, as well as those who just want to destroy the world outright. Madame Davis is a powerful empath, one with the ability to tune into another's psyche for thoughts and feelings or for past, present, and future life occurrences. She is the headmistress of the Home (having been so for over 25 years), but there are other teachers on the premises to help nurture young minds. ====== [b][u]Enrollment[/u][/b] [b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Origin:[/b] What country do you come from? Please, make it realistic to the setting ? we?re in [I]19th century New York[/I], so think about who was coming into the city at that time. HINT: Not a lot of Japanese were in the city! [b]Teacher or student:[/b] See the "Teacher or Student?" section for more information. [b]Appearance:[/b] Please, I beg of you, NO PICTURES BY THEMSELVES. I want to see how well you write, not your ?l33t? Google Image Search skills. The more detailed and interesting the description is, the closer you?ll be to being accepted into the RP. (Of course, if you would like to add a picture or two [b]along with a detailed description[/b], this is okay.) [b]Powers:[/b] What can you do? Okay, this is the thing that a lot of people seem to abuse in these kinds of RPs, so here are some ground rules? 1. NO ALL-POWERFUL BEINGS. It?s no fun to RP against someone who is, essentially, a mini-deity. 2. Try to be creative with your powers. Not everyone can be a totally awesome telepath, or a wicked-cool self-healing fighting machine. Some people get the short end of the genetic stick in real life, so it would be true that some people would get the superpower short end of the stick, too. Have fun with it. 3. No X-Men clones! ([b]Especially[/b] no Wolverine clones.) True, there seems to be an X-Man for every superpower under the sun, but try to put your own unique twist on it. 4. No weapons of any kind are allowed unless you can [b]totally[/b] justify the possession of one. No swords, no guns, no firearms ? none of that, thanks. (Now, if you can make, say, a sword out of pure energy ? that?s fine.) Look for more information for your powers under the ?Teacher or Student?? part of this signup. [b]Biography:[/b] Again, be as realistic and thorough as you can be. Again, we?re in [I]19th century New York[/I] ? use that to your advantage! [b]Personality:[/b] How does your character act? Likes, dislikes, good habits, bad habits ? all of that goes under here. Again, the more realistic and descriptive you are, the better. [b]Character snippet:[/b] Just a sample of your writing style. The maximum length is four paragraphs ? we want a character [i]snippet[/i], not a character novella. ====== [b][u]Teacher or Student?[/u][/b] So, you?re trying to decide whether to be a teacher or a student at the Home for Gifted Children. Here are some of the things I expect from teachers and students. [b]Teachers[/b] are to be older than 18. They are former students of the Home for Gifted Children who have come back to teach what they learned from Madame Davis (who was the sole teacher for the first fifteen years of the Home?s existence). They have more experience in combat, but they do not usually go into combat nowadays unless the situation has gotten too out of hand. There are a limited number of subjects to teach, so I will PM those who are accepted into the RP as teachers later with more information on those. They are also expected to supervise any and all activities in which the students participate. [b]Students[/b] are usually under the age of 18 (there are cases where an older student will be taken on, but these are exceedingly rare). They are usually just learning to control their powers (though, if they have been there long, they might already have learned to control their powers to a certain extent). They are to go to class every day except for Saturday and Sunday, as well as participate in training exercises at least three times a week. They are free to leave the Home for extracurricular activities as long as they have permission from the headmistress, and they must take a chaperone (teacher) along. Some students might be entrusted with certain tasks, such as monitoring the other students during test or cleaning up the classrooms. These are limited, however, to only the best, most trustworthy students. ====== [b][u]General RP Information[/u][/b] [b]Not everyone will be accepted into this RP![/b] I am looking for the most interesting characters, so please, steer away from stereotypical characters. Please do not apply with what would be considered ?fantasy? characters unless you can effectively explain how and why they exist in this realm (for example, someone that would be looked upon as an ?elf? by other people could have a genetic predisposition for pointy ears and above-average height ? but they are not [b]really[/b] an ?elf?). Pets are allowed, as long as they are of the non-speaking, non-familiar variety. Please stick to dogs and cats. Most of all, have fun with this! Thanks for applying! ^_^[/COLOR] [COLOR=Red]====== EDIT - [b][u]Research Help[/u][/b] Since this RP is taking place in [b]1899[/b] in [b]The Bronx, New York City[/b], I am posting a few links to help make your character fit the setting. [B][URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victorian_age]The Victorian Age[/URL][/B] [B][URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gay_Nineties]"Gay Nineties"[/URL] [URL=http://www.victorianweb.org/]The Victorian Web[/URL] [URL=http://www.fashion-era.com/the_victorian_era.htm]Victorian Fashion[/URL] [URL=http://www.victorianstation.com/lifestylemenu.htm]The Victorian Station[/URL] [URL=http://www.bgsu.edu/departments/acs/1890s/america.html]The American 1890s[/URL] [URL=http://www.nyhistory.org/education/growing.html]Big Apple Journal For Kids[/URL][/B] - Good site to learn the basics on life in New York City for children in the turn of the last century [B][URL=http://web.simmons.edu/~wrightj/nyc/index.html]New York At The Turn of the Century[/URL][/B] NEW!: [B][URL=http://babynamewizard.com/namevoyager/lnv0105.html]The Baby Name Wizard: NameVoyager[/URL][/B] - A name wizard that measures the popularity of baby names from the 1880s (when most of your characters would have been born) until now. Trust me -- some of you obviously need this.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Erriku Posted July 19, 2005 Share Posted July 19, 2005 [CENTER][B][U]Enrollment[/U] Name:Erriku Age:18 Gender: Male Origin: Queens, New York Teacher or student: Student Appearance: Bowl cut hair, dark brown hair. about 127.LB very broad, with light muscles. wears A green tee shirt with a black vest over it and light gray slacks. Black boots Powers: He is very acrobatic, very stealthy, fast, and very smart. He can take over peoples mind, killing them, using them, getting information or, driving them completely inasane/mad Biography: A mairtial artist who was training his whole life in ninjutsu ans ninpo, fused... its called Ninjipo. Personality: A very well kept, short spoken guy. He is interested in poetry. Character snippet: Its the year 98th century, Wierd but good Idea... I think this might be a pretty good story... RPG I sorta like it atleast.[/CENTER][/B] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlackTigerGurl Posted July 19, 2005 Share Posted July 19, 2005 [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][b][u]Enrollment[/u][/b] [b]Name:[/b] Regene Holway [b]Age:[/b] 15 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Origin:[/b] Albany, New York [b]Teacher or student:[/b] Student [b]Appearance:[/b] Regene has curly brown hair with jet blue streaks within her hair. Her hair has a little bounce to it whenever she walks. Her eyes are a dark brown but appear black at times. Her skin complextion is that of a light chocolate. She is average height with a slender curvy body. She is wearing a dirty white button up shirt with baggy boy pants. The only thing holding up the pants is a black leather belt. Her brown leather shoes are very faded and are tight fittening on her feet. She tries to make herself look mostly like a boy so she can run from the sewer to grab food here and there. [b]Powers:[/b] Her powers are controling all of fire. She can make fire swords or any weaponary out of fire. She also posses lightning but has no control over it, so she barely uses lightning. [b]Biography:[/b] Her and her family lived down in the sewers of Albany, New York. Many other 'special' people lived down there also. "I don't see why you have to be with me. You're not special like me,"she said to her parents one day when they heard people running over top of the sewer holes. "Because we love you, deary," said her mother. "And we shall be with you no matter what," replied her father. The goverment of Albany think that all 'special' people should be reported to this school for 'special' kids. "Why don't I just go to this school they're making us go to? I bet it's not that bad." "We don't want you to go to this school. You're the only daughter we have, even if you're different," replied her father. Regene sighed saying nuthin' more of the matter. Late that night she left the sewers while her family was asleep. She turned herself in to this school which she now leaves at. [b]Personality:[/b] Regene was a free spirited person. She was like a party girl who never stopped partying. Sometimes her partying gets her in trouble because she'll get out of hand. People love to mess with her but when they do she will go boiling mad with anger and you can tell because firey aura will form around her. [b]Character snippet:[/b] Ooc: At the age of 5 her mother and father gave birth to a baby boy. Regene was slightly upset that she wouldn't be an only child anymore. She sometimes mopped around the house when her family talked about the new child. Then one day they discovered that the baby had cancer and in this life time there was no cure for it. They doctors tried as they must to cure the baby but it died when Regene was 6 years old. Ever since that day, Regene thought it was her fault her baby brother died. "At night I wished he would go away, mama,"she said to her mother one night. Her mother was shocked at what her daughter said to her she just hugged her. "It wasn't your fault he died. God just wanted him. Maybe there is something specail about you. I don't know." A few months after that, Regene's school caught on fire. Her teachers were running in and out of the school trying to save everyone, but she was left in the school for a while. Soon after a while they found her in one of the closet passed out and surrreally burnt. They put her in the hospital and she stayed in a coma for a few weeks. Then one day she came out of it with these fire powers. She didn't know how she started it but it happened. Her blankets caught on fire and then it spread. People ran screaming seeing the flames absorb everything. The doctors ran into Regene's room and noticed the fire not hurting her. They called her a 'freak' a 'special'. Then suddenly, the flames just stopped...... Ooc: Well here is the snippet. Hope it's good. :catgirl: [/COLOR][/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayokano Posted July 19, 2005 Share Posted July 19, 2005 Enrollment Name: Johann Fredrick (Most call him John.) Age: 15 Gender: Male Origin: Germany Teacher or student: Student Appearance: Light skinned, John has blue eyes and medium length light brown hair. He is somewhat tall, around 5?8?, and is lean. He usually wears a simple white button down shirt and kaki pants, kept up with a black belt. John?s shoes are brown leather loafers, and are of importance to him. Lastly, John is near sighted, and wears wire-framed glasses to correct his vision. Powers: John has the power to draw energies locked inside his brain to use more than 20% of his muscular energy. When he uses it though, it tires his body, and it can even kill him if he uses it for too long. John isn?t very violent, and he tries to reframe himself from using his power often. Biography: Born and raised in Germany most of his live, Johann was a timid and shy boy. He usually hid behind his mother or father when they went out. Though, he loved to learn, he didn?t even care for the bundle of candy he got at the beginning of the school years. His mother and father were proud of his good marks in school, seeing how they had never gotten a proper education. When Johann neared his 8th birthday, he could begin to use his power. His strength frightened and intimated others, even himself. He couldn?t control it, and when it ?turned on?, it would ware him out. Soon, he stopped doing even the things he loved, such as learning, to stop triggering his gifted, which he saw as a curse. Until Johann was 11-years-old, he hadn?t gone to school, and rarely went outside. It pained his parents that his gifted had brought him so much grief and pain. The decided to move to America, in hopes they could find their child help. After several years searching, Johann?s parents finally found help at Madame Davis? Home for Gifted Children, and Johann entered at13-years-old. Personality: Like stated before, John is timid and shy. He keeps to himself, even though he has begun to control his power, and his school if filled with people like himself. Though, each day John becomes more talkative and opened towards others. Even though he doesn?t like to admit it, John does have violent tendencies, which can range to a small outburst or him using his power. Character snippet: John laid in his bed, and it was lights out for the school. It was what some might call ?bedtime?, were all the students got their rest for the next day. But John had trouble sleeping, he always did. Though, he tried to not make too much noise for the others. He reflected what it was like when he first came to the school, when he first came through the gates. His mother had brought him to the school. He hid behind her like he had done when he was a child. One of the teachers walked him around the grounds, then into the building. John had felt something was going to go wrong that day. His gift had turned on, and he ended up punching through a wall. The teacher didn?t scream at him, he didn?t hit him. He smiled, and laughed, and mention that what John did was impressive. John?s eyes had adjusted to the dark, and he starred at his hand, making it into a fist. He has gotten so far, but has much farther to go. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
4815162342 Posted July 20, 2005 Share Posted July 20, 2005 [COLOR=DarkGreen][B]Name:[/B] Rori Keelin Malone. [B]Age:[/B] 17. [B]Gender:[/B] Female. [B]Origin:[/B] County Mayo, Ireland. [B]Teacher or student:[/B] Student. [B]Appearance:[/B] Rori is 5'2" with very well muscled arms even if she is a little on the plump side. Her hair is a rather unnoticable shade of red but it has tints of gold when she stands in the sun. Her eyes are a pretty, if boring shade of brown but they express her moods well and her one feature that she likes completly is her smile which is wide and full of joy. Her cheeks, more often than not are a bright pink from doing laundry, which she still does despite being at the Academy. She usually wears simple fawn coloured skirts, white shirtwaists without any frills and black high button shoes. [B]Powers:[/B] Rori emits intense heat but only through the palms of her hands. This power can burn through cloth but usually only scorchs wood and melts weaker metals such as tin and gold. [B]Biography:[/B] Rori was born and raised in County Mayo Ireland until she was 8 years old. Her mother was a washerwoman, from Dublin who fell in love with Rori's father, a carpenter. Once her parents got married they continued living in Dublin until they discovered that Siobhan was pregnant. Deciding that Flinn's birthplace was a safer place to raise a child than Dublin they moved out to County Mayo and the baby was born soon after. From the time Rori could balance on her feet, and run without falling down, she helped her mother out with the laundry. But even with money that they took in from that laundry [I]and[/I] the money that came in on the rare occasions Flinn had work, most of the time there was only money enough to buy food to take away just the gnawing in their stomachs. In eighteen ninety, when Rori was eight her parents could no longer stand to see their daughter starve in front of their eyes, and they were tired of starving as well. So they sold the small house that Flinn had inherited from his grandmother, and bought tickets to America, the land of hopes and promises. In America her mother found fairly frequent and well paying employment quickly and to make up for all the times they hadn't had food they made sure that the kitchen was always stocked and Rori was soon much more healthy, if a little plump. When Rori was ten her mom got sick so Rori ended up doing more and more of the laundry until she was doing it all instead of her mother. Her mother kept getting worse and worse though from all the city air. When Rori turned fifteen she got her parents an offer from one of her employers to move out to her employer's country home and help with caring for it. Soon after her parents had left for the country with her assurances that everything would be fine, and that this would be good for her mothers health, her powers emmerged and she quit her job for fear that someone would find out what she could do and lock her up in an asylum. For a couple of months she had minimal contact with anyone until one day while she was shopping for food with some of her savings. She accidentally burnt one of the apples she was holding into a crisp. A teacher from Madame Davis had been standing there and seeing what Rori had done brought her to live at the Academy and wrote a letter informing her parents that she would be well cared for. She has been at the academy for two years now and is learning to control her powers and what her powers limits are. [B]Personality:[/B] Rori is far from your stereotypical red-haired Irish girl. She has a temper but rarely does it show itself. She is a rather loud and fun loving person who also knows how to work and when given a job will not slack off. She likes to live life to the fullest and wants others to be happy. Being a neat freak, outspoken to a fault and a little bossy at times are her main faults. [B]Character snippet:[/B] Rori shoved her hands into the water again and grabbed the sheet. She sang as she rubbed it up and down the washboard. [B]"My wild Irish Rose, The sweetest flow'r that grows, You may search ev'rywhere But none can compare With my wild Irish Rose. My wild Irish Rose, The dearest flow'r that grows And some day for my sake, she may let me take The bloom from my wild Irish Rose."[/B] She pulled the sheet out of the soapy water and transfered it to the hot clean water that she had taken off the stove wringing it out with her hands over and over again till all the soap had been extracted from the sheet. She took the sheet into the backyard, hanging it up before returning to the steaming room only to find a cat had wandered in through the open door and was in the bin of potatoes. [B]"Gerrup the yard yeh maggot!"[/B] She dipped her hand into the water, flicking it at the cat. [B]"Go on shoo!"[/B] Picking up the next sheet she was about to place it into the soapy water when she smelled smoke. Looking down at the sheet in her hand she noticed that it was burning. Right where her hands were. [B]"I'm goin' ta be kilt for sure..."[/B] [/COLOR] [COLOR=Sienna]OOC: Rori means famous or brilliance and Kileen means slender or fair. A fact that Rori despises. [URL=http://www.ushist.com/wardrobe/inc/images/rj-lbs671_shoe-ladies_high-button.jpg] high button shoes[/URL] [URL=http://www.cwu.edu/~robinsos/ppages/resources/Costume_History/images/shirtwaist.jpg]Shirtwaist[/URL][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Spawnie Posted July 20, 2005 Share Posted July 20, 2005 [CENTER][B]Name: [/B] Catherine Sharpe [B]Age: [/B] 15 [B]Gender:[/B] female [B]Origin:[/B] Boston, Massachusetts. Her parents moved to New York to be closer to the family, most of whom live in Brooklyn. [B]Teacher or student: [/B] student [B]Appearance:[/B] Catherine is tall and sturdy at 5'7", weighing 144 pounds. Her round, cheerful face is framed by loose black curls, which tend to fall in her face and obscure her unremarkable blue eyes. She wears plain skirts and simple but elegantly embroidered blouses, usually in muted tones of blue, green, red, or brown. [B]Powers:[/B] She is a psychometrist; when she comes in contact with an object or area, she is able to discern details about them. For example, if she were to walk into a house where a murder had been commited, she would probably have visions about the murders. Usually her power manifests in feelings, images, or visions; how vivid they are depends on how charged the object or area is with memories and emotions. She isn't sure if this power could be used on people, and at the moment has no desire to see if it is possible. [B]Biography:[/B] Catherine, her parents, and her two younger brothers lived in Boston from the time of her birth until she was fourteen. Her father was a carpenter, and her mother was a maid; Catherine watched her brothers while her parents worked when she was as young as seven years old. Her parents treated her well enough, but she was alone most of the time, and as a result became withdrawn and somewhat independent. The summer of her fourteenth year, Catherine's grandparents wrote to their only surviving son, asking him to come back home to Brooklyn, as his father's health was beginning to fail and he wanted his family by his side. So her father moved his business to Brooklyn, and Catherine was relieved of her babysitting duties by her younger cousin. Her grandparents were rather well-off, having made a small fortune in textiles, and her grandmother decided that Catherine would spend her free time learning to behave as a young lady her age should. The next year, for Catherine, was filled with tea parties, ettiquette lessons, and major changes to her wardrobe -- changes that she wasn't altogether comfortable with. But her parents seemed happy with how well she was doing, and how pretty she looked, so she let her grandmother do with her as she wished. One day, as she was enjoying her daily tea with her grandmother, Catherine grabbed her butter knife and experienced a violent vision, one in which a man was stabbed to death by his wife with said knife. She flung the knife at the window and ran screaming into her bedroom, locking the door and refusing to come out. While her grandparents attempted to get her to come out, her mother ran around, asking people for help, until she was approached by a representative from Madame Davis' Home for Gifted Children. She brought the representative back to their house, and with his help was able to convince Catherine to come out of her room and agree to go to Madame Davis'. [B]Personality:[/B] Because of her powers, Catherine does not like physical contact with other people, afraid that she might see the same kind of things she saw with the butter knife. Other than that, she is a generally cheerful, if sensitive, child, who enjoys crochet and embroidery. When she gets agitated, which can be often, she will retreat to her room and keep herself occupied with her needlework. She is rather naive and optimistic. She likes animals, small children, and books, and dislikes spiders and the idea of losing her family. She is also frightened of her powers, and more than a little afraid of men. [B]Character snippet:[/B] Catherine paused outside the drawing room, listening to her grandparents discuss the 'incident', as they were calling it. It hadn't even happened yesterday! It was only this afternoon, and already they were treating it as some scandal the neighbors had participated in. She loved her grandmother, but sometimes, like now, she wondered if the woman really cared for her. Squeezing her teddy bear to her bosom, Catherine turned and crept back down the hall to her bedroom. She slipped into the dark room and crawled under the covers, making sure not to tangle her legs in her long nightgown. "Good night, Mister Bear," she whispered, and then she rolled over to try and sleep for one last night in her own bed.[/CENTER] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ozymandius Jones Posted July 20, 2005 Share Posted July 20, 2005 [COLOR=DarkSlateGray][b][u]Enrollment[/u][/b] [b]Name:[/b] Laura Brooks [b]Age:[/b] 22 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Origin:[/b] Wichita, Kansas [b]Teacher or student:[/b] Teacher [b]Appearance:[/b] Tall, 5'9" and lanky, appearing to be made of mostly sharp angles. She could almost never be discribed as "graceful". Her hair is long, coming down to her mid back, straight and dishwater-blonde. She normally wears it pulled back into a braid. Her eyes are blue-grey and her one feature that she considers beautiful. They do tend to convey more about her than her facial expressions. Much to her disgust, however, she is forced to hide them behind glasses. She would be almost as blind as a bat without them. Her face is as sharp-looking as the rest of her body; her nose is hawklike, her cheekbones are high and very defined, and even her chin is pointy. Laura prefers to wear sedate colors - greys, blues and browns, mostly - and her clothes aren't flashy at all, cut simply, modestly and in styles that draw no attention to her whatsoever. [b]Powers:[/b] Laura can communicate with animals through empathic/emotional flashs. The communications doesn't come in the form of words, but feelings. [b]Biography:[/b] Laura was born on a corn farm in Kansas, a mere seven years after the closest town, Wichita, was founded. Her parents owned a small homestead almost ten miles away from the town. Laura was raised normally, along with her seven older brothers and two younger sisters. With ten children in the house, Money was tight, but they never really went without anything, always managing to scrape by until the next harvest. Up until the winter she turned eleven, everyone believed her to be a perfectly normal girl. The winter Laura turned eleven was unusually cold, and blizzards came often, more often than not fast and unexpected. Children were taught how to recognize when the storms would be coming - but oftentimes the signs would appear too late. One ordinary day, Laura, her old brother Joseph and her younger sisters were outside playing, and they wandered too far from the house, the two youngest girls escaping the watchful eyes of their older siblings. This threw the two older children into a panic, especially when the black clouds appeared on the horizon, and the birds began to disappear. All except for one, a hawk who seemed to remain hovering over Laura like a watchful gaurdian. In public, Joseph still swears he doesn't know how his sister found their sisters before the storm hit. In truth, he knows it had something to do with the bird. Laura, in her panicked state, had someone managed to communicate with the bird, recieving its thoughts and what it was seeing, helping them find their sisters and make it back to the house just before the storm hit. As the weeks turned into months, Laura's parents began to notice something odd about their daughter. She would react strangely when animals were around. Cats would leave her almost cold and snobbish, whenever the family dog was scared or excited, Laura would reflect that. Panicked horses, a stray wolf wandering by, even birds startled by hunters would leave their mark on Laura's mind. It didn't go unnoticed. Fortunatly, however, one of the first to notice was the shopkeeper in town, who happened to know of a school in New York City... [b]Personality:[/b] Although generally quiet, Laura is [i]not[/i] in the [i]least[/i] reserved. She has a sharp tounge and is very opinionated, although she does mask it with steely cold politeness. She doesn't miss much, and the students who try to sneak [i]anything[/i] past her usually regret it in the end. She does have a sense of humor, which she rarely displays in public. Strong minded animals tend to make her act....oddly. [CENTER][b]Character snippet:[/b] [/CENTER] [B]"Alright, class, please place your toads [i]gently[/i] on your desks."[/B] There was a clatter of seats as the class hurried to do so. Laura Brooks winced anytime a child was a [i]little[/i] less than careful; toads, with their small minds and smaller emotions, generally didn't effect her, but when you had twenty children, [i]each[/i] with a toad, the emotions were [i]just[/i] enough for her to feel. [B][i]No, we're not going to eat you, you little twits....[/i] [/B] Science was an enjoyable class to teach, Laura had to admit to herself as she explained the reason for each toad?s coloration...but this particular class...somehow, the toads had heard about the crayfish incident, and she'd had to spend the last twenty minutes convincing the toads that this wasn't going to be a simular disaster. She caught a teeny, tiny burst of panic and turned just in time to bend and scoop someone's toad - who had decided to be brave and adventurous and leap off the desk - out of midair. She held the tiny amphibian close, stroking its back. There were a few giggles from the more open students at the sight of their normally dignified teacher crooning calming words to a [i]toad[/i]...but the giggles faded as she straightend and glowered, returning the wayward toad to its previous spot. [B][i]That settles it,[/i][/B] she thought to herself. [B][i]Tomorrow we're learning about plants.[/i][/B] [/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest KitWisdom Posted July 20, 2005 Share Posted July 20, 2005 ==== Enrollment Name: Helen Jones Age: 16 Gender: Female Origin: Helen has spent all her life at her family's house in Brooklynn Heights, as has her father and her father's father. The Jones claim to be able to trace their family history all the way back to the 1600s, and no body dares to challenge them. Teacher or student: Studen Appearance: Helen is not a rememerable beauty; in fact, Helen is not really rememberable at all. This is from years of adhering to her family's belief that a child has to be seen and not heard. She is thin, and tends to be on the pale side, The most rememberable thing about used to be her is her perfect posture, tightly set mouth and her medium length dark brown hair, which is definitely her most attractive feature. However, her current most remarkable feature is her eyes (see below). Powers: The first and currently only noticable aspect of Helen's mutation is her eyes, which are increasingly becoming more pure gray. There are very little white left in her eyes and the few that is left is on its way out. No one knows if she has any other kind of power, but she does have the empathetic power to control the level of a person's fear. She currently has no control over it, so when she becomes scared, so does everyone around her. After training, she will be able to increase the level of fear in others to a crippling horror or decrease it so that her target might either become thoughtlessly uncautious or trust her no matter what. Biography: Helen comes from a very long line of wealthy New Yorkers with good social standing. It is known fact that Helen's father William and Helen's grandfather Walter were important Know Nothing members, an anti-immigrant party in the 1850s. As such, her family isn't very popular with many outside of their very selective upper class circle and as an only child, Helen has lived her life with adults more than children her own age. Her closet companion is her five year old Pembroke Welsh Corgi named Gawain. Her parents, upon noticing the discoloration of her eyes, sent Helen to the Madame Davis' Home for Gifted Children after meeting with all the top doctors and realizing that there was nothing physically wrong with her. Her parents don't necessarily think she has any powers, but they don't want to have to deal with this problem and are willing to pay to just board her there and keep her out of sight. Personality: Helen is quiet, composed and is strict on herself as she is on everyone else. She comes on as very cold, but she really deeply wishes to relate to other kids and make friends the way she sees everyone else making friends. However, her parent's strong prejudice and racism was forced onto her at a young age and she can't help but look down on most other children, no matter how hard she tries. Her softer side is only really vunerable with her dog, which she insits comes everywhere with her; he is a kind of security blanket for a girl whose ashamed to need love and support. She is socially awkard, and may be prejudiced as hell, but she never ever says anything rude without being incredibly provoked. She has a very long fuse, and when she does get angry, she more simmers then explodes. At 16, she is starting to become aware of boys and doesn't quite know what to d with her emotions, but is very aware that she's not a stunner. Character snippet: Helen fingered the edge of her seat in her parent's automobile, trying desperatly to ignore the loud clanking noises that the car made as it rumbled down the street. Gawain was sitting next to her, his small wolf-like head in her lap, his eyes squeezed close as he slept. The man driving the car, probably some employee she hadn't met, or had met or forgetton, was noticably less relaxed than her dog. Helen could see his knuckles, white on the black steering wheel. Helen knew that she was probably rolling down the streets of the Lower East Side about now, but she refused to look. She didn't want to see the "poor" people she knew were there; she was scared of feeling bad and scared of feeling nothing. The luggage at her feet contained nearly all of her possesions, and she was aware that is infinitely more than she needed, but she wasn't positive she cared. She may have slept with her head against the window, because before she realized it, there were the trees and grass and fields of the Bronx. Gawain had woken up next to her; he was pushing up against the glass of the other window. He seemed happy, and the driver was more relaxed. Helen could hear it in his voice. "Did you enjoy your nap, Miss Jones?" So she had been sleeping. "Yes, thank you." She fixed her hair absent-mindly, moved her skirt into place. "How much longer?" "Not much longer, Miss Jones. Should be no more than twenty minutes." "Good," Helen responded. But it wasn't good. At all. ====== OOC: Love the idea for this RPG, hope you like the app! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Who Am I? Posted July 20, 2005 Share Posted July 20, 2005 [FONT=Frankling gothic medium][COLOR=Red][SIZE=1][U][B]Enrollment [/B] [/U] [B]Name:[/B] Scott Pierce [B]Age:[/B] 25 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Origin:[/B] Atlanta, Georgia [B]Teacher or student:[/B] Teacher [B]Appearance:[/B] Scott is a lean and tall man. Stands at the height of 6'3'' and is in great shape. Short light brown hair with sparkling green eyes. [edit] [B]Powers:[/B] [Pending] [B]Biography:[/B] Living in the east was easy for Scott but when his family decided to move up north to New York, Scott was unsure about this. He was 13 that time. [edit soon] [B]Personality:[/B] [edit] [B]Character snippet:[/B] [edit later][/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Suonymona Posted July 20, 2005 Share Posted July 20, 2005 [B]Name:[/B] Simon Metternich [B]Age:[/B] 14 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Origin:[/B] Born and raised in Schenectady, NY; of mixed Dutch and African heritage [B]Teacher or student?[/B] Student [B]Appearance:[/B] Quite tall for his age, Simon stands at 5'10". His build is skinny and bony, but not to the point of starvation. Simon's skin is a soft coffee color, inherited from his mother. His black curly hair is kept fairly short, just above the nape of his neck. Simon's eyes are a muddy shade of hazel, and often seem to be looking through a person, rather than at them. He often wears spectacles over them for reading. His nose is slightly crooked from being broken once. Simon's lips are full, and his rarely seen smile can transform his face from unremarkable to attractive. Clothingwise, Simon dresses simply but well. The good cut of his clothes, and the total lack of holes or patches, indicate he comes from some money. He prefers simple browns and neutrals as opposed to anything flashy, and does his best to keep his clothes in good shape. [B]Powers:[/B] Simon can see and control other people's dreams. His powers range from invoking past memories to creating their greatest fantasy -- or worst nightmare. This power is more easily invoked when Simon is asleep, and thus he has very little conscious control over it. [B]Biography:[/B] The marriage of Simon's parents caused a minor scandal in Schenectady. James Metternich was a wealthy scientist and inventor working at the General Electric Company under Thomas Edison himself. After his first wife died, he found himself seeking comfort in his Negro housemaid, Anyika Freeman. The two fell in love and were swiftly wed. Simon was born eleven months after the wedding, with his sister Emma following him two years later. Simon, being somewhat ostracized outside his home, was a quiet and bookish child. To his father's chagrin, he preferred literature and music to his father's scientific pastimes. Despite these difficulties, his childhood was fairly happy, as his parents loved each other and their children deeply, and did all they could to give them happiness. A few months prior, everyone living in the Metternich household started experiencing regular nightmares. James and Anyika started looking everywhere for solutions, as their children were getting no sleep, and their servants were leaving in droves. Doctors had no answer, nor did the church. Finally, James met a fellow scientist named Rupert Ostrander at work who expressed interest in his case, saying he might have an answer. After spending a few days at their house, Ostrander pinpointed the cause as the thirteen-year-old Simon, unaware of his awakening powers. Ostrander reassured the family that it was no curse or illness, but simply a genetic predisposition, one that made Simon special. He gave them the card of his former teacher down in New York City and urged them to send Simon there, so he might learn to control his powers. The Metternichs, anxious to help their son, agreed, and a few weeks later, Simon was sent to Madame Davis' school, whcih he has attended for almost three months. [B]Personality:[/B] Simon seems quiet and distant until you get to know him. Underneath the cool exterior is a friendly and cheerful boy, with a wry sense of humor. He's slow to anger, but also slow to forgive once he's riled. Simon is quite bright, with a deep love for books and music. He tends to be somewhat lazy when it comes to other things, and will get completely distracted with a good play or a new record. [B]Character snippet:[/B] Simon finished packing his luggage, and sat down on his bed with a sigh. He idly fingered a book of plays in his hand while he brooded. He really didn't want to leave his family to travel to a school some hundreds of miles away from home. Then again, it wasn't an option, was it? He was hurting his parents, his sister, the servants...this couldn't go on. It was his responsiblity to get a hold on these powers that Mr. Ostrander had assured him were a matter of biology and chance, not a curse. But he didn't have to like it. Simon smiled ruefully, in spite of himself. He was acting more like his little sister, rather than the young man of fourteen he was! Better to get a hold of himself and make the best of the situation he could. Simon's mother knocked at the door, seeing if he was ready. Simon nodded, and picked up his suitcase. He kept his book tucked under his arm, so he'd have something to read on the train. He headed out to say his goodbyes to his family, and to take the train to meet his future, whatever it might be. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest zoetheshort Posted July 21, 2005 Share Posted July 21, 2005 [B]Enrollment[/B] [B]Name[/B]: Sarah Margaret Miller [B]Age[/B]: 17 [B]Gender[/B]: Female [B]Origin[/B]: American, born and raised in Philadelphia [B]Teacher or student[/B]: Student [B]Appearance[/B]: Sarah has sandy brown hair, worn up in a fashionable style. Loose, it’s about waist-length with a slight wave to it. She has hazel eyes that trend from bluish to greenish depending on her clothing. A generally happy person, she’s usually smiling. Her face is round and she’s barely five feet tall in shoes and of average weight. Sarah loves fashion- she tries to always be on top of the latest dress trends, even if they are horribly uncomfortable. She favors light colors, especially greens and blues. [B]Powers[/B]: Sarah has the ability to learn any language in a matter of minutes to a few hours (depending on the depth of fluency required, if she is learning to read/write or simply to speak, and the writing system used). It takes a few days for her to fully integrate her new knowledge into her mind, and until that point she’s prone to accidentally speaking in the new language instead of English. She also has a photographic memory, and low-grade telepathy that (along with her gregarious personality and keen intellect) allows her to persuade others to do what she wants, as well as to sense their emotions. [B]Biography[/B]: The third of five children, Sarah is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Miller of Philadelphia. She has three brothers (Henry and William are her older brothers, and Edward is the baby of the family), and one sister (Alice). Her father inherited a small amount of money from his father, which he used to build a thriving business importing fine European furniture. Mr. Miller believes very strongly that educated women make better wives and mothers, and so ensured that his daughters received good educations. The children, boys and girls alike, were tutored at home beginning at very young ages. The boys were eventually sent to private schools. The girls stayed at home, taught by a succession of governesses and tutors. However, the education Sarah and Alice received was reflective of their place in the world- a basic grounding in mathematics and science, with more in-depth study in history, literature, and French. Of course, they were also taught to embroider, dance, and to make music. Alice is a quite talented singer and Sarah enjoys playing the piano. Dancing is one of her great joys in life. The servants in effect raised the Miller children. The family would gather for meals, but during the day Mr. and Mrs. Miller would go about their business (Mr. Miller to his office, Mrs. Miller calling on friends or entertaining them in her drawing room), leaving the children to the care of governesses or tutors. Eleanor feels no resentment towards her parents for this, as it is fairly typical for a child of her class. Sarah was always a bit of an “odd duck,” interested in things that a proper young lady should leave well alone- specifically science and military theory. She loved to corner the family butler and listen to his war stories, almost as much as she enjoyed sneaking away digging in the family flowerbeds. Even as a little girl, she was always nagging her older brothers to bring her books about the thrilling discovery of bones of enormous ancient lizards that were being found in the West. From an early age, she showed a knack for languages, far outstripping her sister in their French lessons. Her powers first became obvious when one day, much to the dismay of her parents, she began speaking in “tongues.” When her tutor returned, he recognized the “tongues” as Attic Greek. What he couldn’t understand was how a fourteen-year-old girl managed to learn such a complicated language completely unassisted. He mentioned a boarding school in New York where Sarah might be able to receive a better education than he could provide. Though Sarah was intrigued, her parents were reluctant to send their daughter so far away to a school they’d never heard of. Sarah managed to persuade them, of course, although they still felt some lingering doubts about the rightness of their actions. [B]Personality[/B]: Bubbly and outgoing, Sarah is generally a happy person. Because of her upbringing, she is uncomfortable being unchaperoned around men, although she can be a bit of a flirt. She wants to please her parents and teachers and is uncomfortable going against any authority figure. She figures she’ll finish her schooling at Madame Davis’s, teach for a few years, and then marry and become a mother. [B]Character snippet[/B]: Sarah sat in the chair, straight backed, and stared at her fingers. Her parents and Mr. Denner, the tutor, were discussing what had begun as Sarah and Alice sat together after breakfast and continued for the rest of the day as if she wasn’t even in the room. “You’re sure you didn’t teach her that, Mr. Denner?” her father asked the tutor. “Yes, of course, Mr. Miller. I have a working grasp of Greek, but not nearly good enough to instruct your daughter, even leaving aside that you requested her foreign language education be left to French. I do not even own a proper instructional text, only an abridged works of Aristophanes,” Denner replied. Mrs. Miller, who had been sitting on a chaise looking a bit distraught, turn to face the two standing men. “You are saying, then, that my daughter managed to teach herself what you describe as ‘near perfect’ Greek from a book? And in less than a day?” Mr. Denner sighed. “I honestly do not know how she did it, madam. When I left the house on Sunday, she did not speak Greek. Today is Monday, and now she does. No normal girl should be able to do that.” When Sarah heard that, she blushed. She was a normal girl. And yet, she could not explain how she had been able to make sense of the book. She and Alice had been snooping in the study- they knew it was wrong, but they wanted to find more interesting books- and her sister had picked up the volume, flipped through it, and tossed it aside. Sarah bent to pick it up and glanced at the pages inside. Suddenly, as if by magic, the strange squiggles on the page started to make sense. Enthralled, she tucked the small volume in her pocket and picked a biography of Queen Elizabeth and returned to the day room, where she hid the Greek volume behind the English one and poured over the pages. She devoured it- page after page, for hours, she read. She didn’t understand how she understood- and she knew she shouldn’t be able to understand- but she loved that she could. And then, the next morning, when she tried to talk to her sister, strange sounds came out. She understood them, but no one else did. So now she had to be seen and not heard as the adults discussed her future. “…and I do not think that I will be able to provide Sarah with the type of education she needs,” Mr. Denner was saying as Sarah began to pay attention again. “However, an old friend of mine, who teaches in New York City, mentioned a boarding school that specializes in teaching children like your daughter, with…unusual talents.” “Really, Mr. Denner? I should like to hear more about this school,” Sarah’s father asked as her mother proceeded to look quite shocked at the idea of sending her daughter to boarding school. Sarah, however, was quite intrigued. Maybe they would have a library at this school. She’d suddenly developed an urge to learn Chinese. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snarktastic Posted July 23, 2005 Author Share Posted July 23, 2005 [COLOR=Indigo]I would just like to let everyone know that I will be closing the sign-ups and making decisions on who's in the RP on [B]Thursday, July 28th[/B] (which coincides with the last day of the summer session at my college)! So, please, if you need to edit anything or add anything to your profiles, do so before then.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Dante Posted July 23, 2005 Share Posted July 23, 2005 [B](OOC: I hope my signup Isn't too late, this sounds like a promising RP)[/B] [B]Enrollment[/B] [B]Name:[/B] Raziel Van Hellsing [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Origin:[/B] Nothing is known for sure, Raziel can't seem to remember where he came from, and he appears to have no relatives. [B]Teacher or student:[/B] Student [B]Appearance:[/B] Raziel has medium-length jet-black hair, tied into a ponytail at the back, but sticking up slightly at the front. RAziel wears a heavy cowl over most of his face, hiding all below his eyes, which are milky white pits of dispair - no pupils are visible. Raziel shows no outward signs of emotion. his clothes tend to be dark in color, more typically shades of dark blue, however, Raziel favors pristine black. [B]Powers[/B] Raziel is gripped by a terrible thirst. A thirst for blood, which must be quelled as soon as possible otherwise Raziel is thrown into a state of wild and violent rage and dissaray. This vampiric thirst leaves raziel extremely photosensitive, and cannot last more than a few hours in sunlight. Water scorches Raziel's plae, sickly skin like acid. However, The vampiric thirst does have some benifits. IT has increased Raziel's physical strength and endurance considerably - Raziel's flesh begins to close almost as soon as it is cleaved. As such raziel need only fear wounds that Implae or inflame. Raziel has also been bestowed with a limited amount of telekinisis, which is very taxing to use. Raziel, when pushed to extremes, is able to call forth a blade of pure, vampiric energy, which sustains his thirst while in use, feeding off of the blood of whatever it is used against. A pair of batlike wings jut from raziel's shoulders, but are almost always hidden under the Cowl that covers his face and his clothes. [B]Biography:[/B] Raziel appeared in New york city in 1890, walking by night, Raziel Van Hellsing stalked the streets of The Bronx, feeding off of unsuspecting passersby. Raziel's actions led many peole to believe that "a monster" was stalking the streets, preying on innocent, young victims. However such was not true, Raziel preyed on those he deemed "unfit to walk the earth" - Which unfortunately for raziel - was not the view taken by the populace. Raziel lived like this untill he was chanced upon by a teacher at a boarding school for "special" children. [B]Personality:[/B] Raziel is often silent, showing no outward signs of emotion. many peole only hear raziel's voce when muttering to himself. Raziel prefers his own company, and is hardly ever seen by anyone who isn't in classes with him. [B]Character snippet:[/B] Raziel could see him now, the man shuffling through the back alley. Standing up, raziel unfurled his wings. It was time to feed. A flutter on the night air, a flash of teeth. It was all over. Raziel tore into the man's throat with an indecent fervor, drinking the man's blood. Raziel stood, his blood fury quelled, but his vampiric thirst was not yet sated. He set off once more into the night, pondering why he had arrived in new york, as he did most nights. rock still, raziel jerked his head to the right. fresh, living blood. the smell was unmistakeable. Once more concealing his wings, raziel crept towards the smell. "blasted glass, i wish peole would pick this up" Raziel, creping ever closer in the darkness, paused to savor the smell of fresh human blood. "i know you're out there" came the man's vice, taking Raziel completely by surprise. " come out and showyourself, I mean no harm" Raziel had never heard a human talk like this to him. His bloodthirst temporarily sated from his earlier kill, raziel could wait before he fed again. He stepped into the Twilight. "You are the one that peole speak of? the so-called monster that feeds on people's blood?" Raziel said nothing. "I have been looking for you. I teach at a boarding school for certain "special" pupils" Raziel's eyes widened slightly, but still he said nothing. The man continued to talk about this so-called "school" of his. Pain, intense, white hot, exploded through raziel's gut. Arching his back, he screamed at the sky. it had been too long. He needed to feed. And then the world went dark. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest rpg_pro Posted July 24, 2005 Share Posted July 24, 2005 [B][U]Enrollment[/U][/B] [B]Name[/B]: Elise Dry?am (Elizabeth Dryer) [B]Age[/B]: 16 [B]Gender[/B]: Female [B]Origin[/B]: Three months ago, Elise Dry?am was Elizabeth Dryer, a high school student that was looking forward to a rare sports scholarship. Unfortunately, she wasn?t going to get that degree. After a biopsy found a small, benign tumor in her left breast, she volunteered for an experimental treatment. It went wrong, and while it succeeded in removing the tumor, it radically altered her body, compacting the elegant 6' 2" into a much smaller, denser package. [B]Teacher or student[/B]: Student [B]Appearance[/B]: Elise now stands at just 4' 6". tall, weighs 80lbs, and has a very slim, almost adolescent and elf-like figure that gives her a great deal of natural agility. Her long black hair (usually loosely tied in a ponytail) matches her black pupils, and 5" long pointed ears lean back at an angle of about 30-degrees. For those that require such information, her measurements are 28A/22/26. [B]Powers[/B]: Shapeshifting; Rapid healing. Her body is no longer human, but of a much more plastic form, capable of being reshaped, recolored and even take on other forms, both living and inanimate. Her internal organs have been replaced with a strange biochemical matrix that does everything that her old organs did, but without the problem of them being at risk from injury, as the matrix is spread evenly throughout her entire body. Puncture wounds and cuts simply push into the matrix, their connections severed for perhaps only seconds. Powerful blunt trauma can cause a shock-like sensation, numbing the area hit for up to an hour. The matrix is an almost perfect conductor of electricity, and is unaffected by normal household voltages. Only heat and acid can cause far more traumatic physical harm, heat causing an autonamous reaction that short-circuits the matrix and manipulates the brain to fear the source of the heat, almost to the expense of anything else. If burned, the matrix reacts like a water dropped into hot oil, twisting autonomously to move away from the heat, leaving oozing residue of boiled matrix material behind. Acids to the levels of those that would quickly cause injury to a human will cause the epidermal layer of Elise's body to melt away, and actually cause incredible damage to the matrix beneath it. While normal wounds can be healed in anything from a few seconds (sealing a puncture wound or minor cut) to an hour (for reattaching a severed limb), heat damage can be only healed over several days, and acid damage can take weeks for minor burns, and up to years for radical damage. Even her brain functions have been completely replaced by the matrix, somehow preserving her personality. This means that damage to the matrix can sometimes cause temporary changes in her personality and perception. [B]Biography[/B]: After the disaster of her operation, Elise suffered something of a nervous breakdown, and has taken on an alternate persona to deal with the situation. Elizabeth still exists, but is currently protected by Elise Dry?am. The medical university are paying for their mistake with a large lawsuit that is, up to this point in time, still in litigation. [B]Personality[/B]: Elise is a pleasant, passionate young woman that was hoping to become a world-class tennis player, and then a high school tennis coach. With the horrible events that transformed her into a midget elf, she has currently abandoned that idea and has become more pessimistic about life and the future. [B]Character Snippet[/B]: The darkness was like a soothing balm to Elise Dry?am?s senses, her skin tingling with the charge that was building in the air from the storm that was gathering above her. Small spots of rain began to sprinkle on the ground, and she extended her left arm upwards. Her hand spread and expanded, turning into a pinkish dome of flesh, protecting her from the elements, as she watched the carriages pass over the bridges across the Hudson. She dripped a tiny morsel of her body away from herself, but as it always did, the matrix shook with shock and the tiny piece of matrix that sat on the ground almost instantly merged with her bare foot. ?So this is New York City,? she muttered to herself, morose with the idea of coming to the ?Big Apple? just to hang out with other freaks like herself? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest MothDarkfire Posted July 25, 2005 Share Posted July 25, 2005 [b]Name:[/b] Lydia Petrakis [b]Age:[/b] 14 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Origin:[/b] New York's Lower East Side [b]Teacher or student:[/b] Student [b]Appearance:[/b] Lydia is short, 5'0", and barely weighs 90lbs, soaking wet. She has brown eyes and curly brown hair. She's slightly undernourished and wears baggy oversized hand-me-downs that her mother was given by the woman of the manor in which she worked. Her favorite bit of clothing is a bright blue shawl that her mother gave her when she first reached puberty, a gift to celebrate her womanhood, that she never wears for fear that it will fade, get torn or stained. [b]Powers:[/b] Levitation [b]Biography:[/b] Her parents sold all they had to immigrate from Petros, Greece to America before she was born, expecting to become rich. Instead, they learned the hard way that America isn't paved with gold. With no way to return to their home, they took what jobs they could get, her mother Eudora took work as a cook in a rich man's house, and her father Andrew becoming a stablehand, caring for the horses of others to make ends meet. However, as hard as they worked, they were unable to get ahead, and Lydia, her older sister Philomena, and their younger siblings, Alexander and Phoebe grew up in a lower-east side tenement. She and her siblings worked in a factory practically from the time they could walk down the street on their own until 1898, when they were fired because of talk concerning child labor/ education laws, and then they were sent to school, for the first time in their lives. In 1899 at age 14, Lydia's powers emerged suddenly when she was hurrying to defend her younger sister Phoebe from a bully. She instinctively lifted the boy away from her sister and flung him towards his gang, without ever laying a hand on him. There was no question that it was her, especially after a similar incident happened at school, where she was the only member of her family present. One of the teachers suggested that she be sent to Madame Davis? Home for Gifted Children, and her parents reluctantly agreed when it became clear that she couldn't control her gift. [b]Personality:[/b] Lydia is a quiet person, unless someone attacks or insults her family or her background, then she tends to explode and 'throw' things. She is basically honest, unless it comes to defending her siblings, whom she'd gladly walk through fire for. It bothers her to be away from them, but she knows that she has to learn to control her gift, and that she's getting an incredible education, which she can share with them, when she goes home. [b]Character snippet:[/b] They'd decided to send her away. It was the worst possible punishment they could have devised, and she hadn't done anything [i]wrong[/i]! All she'd done was defend Phoebe, who was too little to save herself from stupid Bobby Weaver anyways. And she didn't even know how she'd done it! She wants to cry, but just last year her Mamma had told her it was time to be an adult, and adults didn't cry 'cause they were bein' sent to god knows where. She surely wanted to though. She was more afraid than she'd been in her life. Even more afraid than when Alexander was sick and the doctor said maybe he wouldn't wake up in the morning. Her mamma gives her a stern look and tells her to gather her things quicky now, she didn't want to keep them waiting, did she? Actually, she did. She really really did, but she didn't say so, simply went and got her good skirt, blouse, apron and her extra underclothes out of the cupboard, and stuffed them into the carpetbag Philomena had found for her. She almost panics when she can't find her good shawl, the blue one her mamma had given her when she became an adult, saying it was as blue as the sky in Greece where they came from, but then little Phoebe brings it to her, tears in her eyes. "I don't want you to go, Lydia. Please don't go!" She bites her lip but kneels down and hugs her sister. "I gotta go Phoebe. What if I hurt you or Alex by accident 'cause I didn' know what I was doin? I don't wanna do that. I'll be back soon's I learn how to control it, and I'll teach you all kindsa new stuff." Phoebe sniffles and nods and Lydia stands, not ready to go, but unable to stay. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DaSilva Posted July 25, 2005 Share Posted July 25, 2005 Name:Charles (commonly known as Charlie) Post Age:16 Gender:Male Origin: Streets of Albany, New York Teacher or student: Student Appearance: Charlie 5'11 with a light build. He has long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Charlie is about 150 lbs. He is generally seen wearing the clothes that he recieved on the streets while he was living as a thief. This usually consists of his gray shinlength threnchcoat, a dirty white T-Shirt and dark green slack. Powers: All parts of his body are of superhuman agility, making him super-fast, acrobatic, and incredibly stealthy. He also has a mastery of some mysterious energy that he pulls from the environment around him. He can mold this energy into pretty much any thing from a weapon to a powerful force blast. (If this is to much, I will change it) Biography: Little is known about Charlie's shady past. He was once a member of the London Rats. He was a very promising thief because of his incredibly agile fingers. After he was caught stealing from an extremely wealthy and high classed man he was sent to A boarding school in juvenile correction center. He was twelve then. He escaped from the place and found his way to a dock. Charlie then stowed away in a ship. The ship took him all the way to New York. He then found a band of kid thieves that took him in like one of their own. He was a thief the up until the age of 15, when he decided to live a more honest life, and only stealing when he had to. Charlie went around New York, working various jobs to make money to live on. He still stole every now and then, but only what he needed. This went on for about a year, and this is where he is now. Personality: Charlie is generally a laid-back person, who enjoys a good laugh. He only steals when he has to, because he doesn't want anyone to be as bad off as he is. He also has a very stromg compulsion to stick up for the underdog. People don't really understand him all that well. He always tries to find the good in things. Charlie is a dreamer, as well as a hopeless romantic. Character snippet: "Here's your pay," said the man, giving Charlie a dollar, "I may have some work for you tomorrow, so swing back by if you don't mind." "Sure thing," Charlie told the man, hiding his anger. a dollar, Charlie thought, a dollar for nine hours of manual labor. That was insane! Charlie knew he would have to steal if he wanted to eat that night and in the morning. He walked away from the warehouse, inconspicuously glancing from time to time for a quick and easy steal. After he got to the alley where he usually slept, he stopped and waited. Finally, he saw a wealthy looking woman with a purse swinging from shoulder. He casually walked toward her, and then bumped into her. Snatching her purse. He walked away, and she seemingly didn't notice. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Charlie turned around. The woman he stole from was standing there. "I've been looking for you," the woman said. "My name is Laura." "Why should I care?" asked Charlie. "I know about your powers, Charles." "It's Charlie, and I don't have any powers," He replied, trying to hide the fact that he was "gifted." "I can help you with your powers. There is a facility for gifted youth like yourself. We can help you." "I don't need any help!" Charlie turned around and started to walk off. "We can give a place to sleep, and some food to eat." Well, Charlie thought, I could always just get some food. It's not like I have to stay there. "Fine," said Charlie, "I could try it out." "Good, just follow me," Laura said. And they were off. Sorry, I was kind of in a hurry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Leibsliede Posted July 26, 2005 Share Posted July 26, 2005 [B]Name[/B] Felix Georg Lucas Mark Simon Mikhail Alexandre Philipe Charles Ivan von Liebeslied AKA That-Idiot-Felix, The Vienna Kid. [B]Age[/B] 15 (and liable to die at it, according to his tutors and relatives) [B]Origin[/B] Vienna, city of wonder, city of light. Austrian upper class. Parents are in Emperor Franz Joseph I?s court, but are currently out of favour and uninfluential. Still, given their unique talents, they are occasionally called to troubleshoot difficult, odd, or ridiculous situations (which erupt with depressing frequency? it IS Franz Joseph, after all). The Family is the offshoot of a powerful, but extremely discrete Family with ties to almost all royal families in Europe. Though the Family can be traced back to a powerful 15th century Venitian merchant family that expanded into Milan and Rome, most of the family resides in London (banking center of the world, and hub of the empire). Felix?s branch, which diverged during the French revolution, is based in Vienna, partly because the Family prefers having members in every capitol, and partly because Vienna is so far away and odd that no one will connect this branch's oddness with the rest of the Family. Parents are known to and respected, if not liked, by Bismarck (who died last year) and Metternich, and Clemenceau. The Family in turn LOVED Bismarck, and constantly send him letters inviting him to visit, which he consistently burned. They were invited to the funeral, but the invitation got lost, apparently. [B]Appearance[/B] Judging from his mother, who is quite beautiful now but looked even worse at his age, Felix is going to end up as a fine looking man. Right now looks a little like a marionette, with the same fast, jerky, seemingly uncoordinated movements. Felix is very thin, which transforms what will be an elegant, fine boned face into something just short of skeletal. He is short for his age, but with a large head, hands, and feet that indicate a massive growth spurt soon, not to mention the Family?s magnificently long and pointy nose. He has large, guileless brown eyes and close cropped hair in the Prussian style. [B]Power[/B] Entropymancer. Controls and can predict luck and probability. Currently at very low levels? can control values of dice and cards when he is holding them, and predict their values accurately regardless of who holds them. Tends to be hard to find when he doesn?t want to be, and the first place you look when he?s really needed. There is no point in giving him multiple choice tests. Can sometimes force patters to appear in complex random systems (throw sand in the air and have it land in the shape of someone?s profile). Generally useless in any sort of combat so far, though he tends to be hard to hit when fencing, and stupidly lucky events have saved him several times.. He also speaks a number of languages: English, Latin, French, and various dialects of German (Viennese, Hoch-Deutsch, and Yiddish, for some reason). The Americans think he speaks with an English accent, the French and English think he speaks with a German accent, the Germans think he speaks with a Viennese accent, and the Viennese think he lisps a little. He can swear in fifteen languages? but doesn?t. Usually. [B]Bio[/B] Born in Vienna in 1885 to wealthy parents in the Austrian court, he was marked at an early age as being ?charmed? when a number of accidents occurred around him. Each would have been potentially fatal to him except for dumb luck. His parents (Former opera singer and mid level signals officer) lived at court, and so he did with his cousin Sophia. At the age of five, in an attempt to civilize the boy and teach him more languages, he was sent to boarding school in England. He resided mostly in England until the age of nine when he was politely, but firmly ejected by Lloyds of London due to something the family calls only ?The London Incident?. They refuse to discuss it (for a time he was very good at reading the stock market. Children should be seen, not heard. Especially not heard saying ?That one, thath going up thix pointh.? Especially not if their right. The London Incident was actually unconnected with this, but this gives you an idea of the sort of thing he gets into). At this point, the idea of putting him in a military academy was considered and instantly rejected. He did begin fencing lessons though, and received the attentions of a number of tutors. His power means he received a rather spotty education, as any tutor he didn?t like tended to search in the wrong places, but what he enjoyed, he knows a great deal about. He did some traveling about Europe too, but this was limited because of the bizarre events that would follow him about. Unfortunately, Bismarck is dead, the Kaiser is an idiot, and things seem to be heating up in Europe. He and his cousin were sent to America, officially to study. Officially unofficially, it was to get Felix out of everyone?s hair. Unofficially, it was to get his cousin and her power out of court because of potential threats to her safety. Felix was sent along as an excuse and - god help us all - protection. No one really believes he has superpowers, including him, but no one can deny that the little bas? blighter is luck incarnate. Besides? things are Europe are getting dangerous, and no family can afford a scion who is bitterly disappointed that Engles never wrote the sequel explaining how it was supposed to happen. [B]Personality[/B] Felix is smart, personable, and extremely witty. Very charming. He?s also a weirdness magnet and always gets by doing the very least possible? which tends to be very little, thanks to his Power. He is notorious for finishing assignments a day late, only to find that the professor was sick and didn?t accept them the previous day. He forgets to look both ways when crossing the street, and never gets hurt. He leads a charmed life, and is used to it, which can make him extremely annoying to be around. His family is sure if he is manipulating events, or just maneuvering so they affect him best. For the record, so are the London Constabulary. Either way, it is completely unconscious, and as soon as he tries to make good things happen on a large scale, his power leaves. Along with his devil-may-care attitude, he loves games of chance. Currently, no one in Vienna will play any game with either him or his cousin, who fleeced the noble Viennese youth of their pocket money fairly regularly. He has begun learning chess and is intrigued, as it is a game his power has absolutely no effect on, even though he shows a great deal of native ability. Like his cousin, he adores music, but of a very different variety. He is addicted to the Maple Leaf Rag and loves the emerging ragtime and Dixie? though he is considering boycotting Dixie because of his socio-economic philosophy. He can also sing almost any Gilbert and Sullivan operetta in it?s entirety? and does, much to the chagrin of his cousin. She has perfect pitch, while he, though possessing a good voice, can not help but switch keys constantly unless accompanied. [B]Snippet[/B] ?[I]A British Tar is a soaring soul, as free as a mountain bir..[/I]? ?Will you stop that infernal racket, I?m trying to think!? The small boy stopped singing, blushing a little, and began kicking his legs under the table. They were far too short to reach the ground. The speaker, a burly young 2nd Lieutenant in the Guards, frowned deeply and pushed a couple of coins into the center. A town clown sitting next to him grimaced, and threw his cards in, as did a naval midshipman. The 2nd lieutenant glowered at the boy. ?Your turn whelp. Care to stay in, or do you want to go home and play with your sister?s dolls." He glanced derisively at an inconspicuous girl who was apparently going for a grand slam at a whist table. The boy tilted his head like a bright, inquisitive bird examining a particularly slow and plump worm. ?My name is Felix, not ?whelp?, the lady is my cousin, not my sister and she doesn?t care for dolls at all.? He tossed in a few coins. ?And it?s my game, because the two pair you must have cannot beat my twos over threes!? Gleefully, he leaned forward to scoop up the pot. ?Why you little..? began the 2nd lieutenant as he made a grab for Felix, but with a titter of laughter, the boy kicked the table into the officer and bolted out of the tavern trailed by the indignant girl, with only faint boyish singing to mark his passage. [indent]?[I]With cat-like tread [boom!] upon our prey we steal [crash!] We pirates dread [thump!] our cautious way we feel [bang!] No sound at all [clang!] we barely speak a word [smash!] A fly?s foot-fall would be distinctly heard! All Hail..[/I]?[/indent] The girl glanced at him irritatedly. ?Felix, if you cannot stay in one key, then please refrain from singing altogether.? Edit: I can nerf the power if nessisary. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Rilarien Posted July 26, 2005 Share Posted July 26, 2005 Name: Sophia Elizabeth von Liebeslied Age: Around fifteen Origin: Vienna, Die im Reichsrat vertretenen Königreiche und Länder und die Länder der heiligen ungarischen Stephanskrone. See Felix's post for details. Teacher or student: Student. Appearance: Sophia is not what one would call 'breathtakingly beautiful, with the ability to cry single, perfect tears'. While not plain, she is simply verging on 'unnoticed' - she has the sort of look that will most likely enable her to fit in at any random court when she's older. (Yes, we know what's happening in twenty years. Shh.) The Family's nose is not that strong in her, but still noticable. Her growth has somewhat peaked, leaving her slightly shorter than the average. She wears her long dark brown hair up in sencible styles, and her hazel eyes are obscured by thick spectacles. Powers: And this is where it gets fun. She has the ability to construct a memory-palace, in which everything she has observed is stored. That book last month? There. That embarrassing outburst of yours two years ago? Also there. The first person to enter the room she was in on 15th of June, 1887? There as well. Effectively, she can recall anything, and things like 'thinking time' are irrelevant when using this - she simply pulls up the memory-room, where objectively zero time passes, in which she solves the problem on imaginary paper, with access to as many materials as she likes. However, she can't access materials that she hasn't observed, and it's limited by her senses - if she didn't see, for example, the hidden letters engraved into a swordhilt five years ago, she can't recall them. If she saw them but simply took no notice, she can recall them. Consciously, she doesn't know what information she can access - just vaguely. Given the date and time, she can search more closely, and she remembers things like "I know who was flung out of the window during the Second Defenestration of Prague", and if that question is asked, she'll search for it. The memory-palace cannot help her learn a language - she can learn to read and translate a language, given enough material in that language, and hearing enough of the language will allow her to be able to understand the spoken form - but speaking it? She needs to practice in real time. Also, music - she can memorise how a piece /should/ sound, according to the sheets, but cannot learn how to play it if not in realtime. (She can, however, pinpoint the exact mistake she made in the previous attempt. It helps with some of the crazy virtuosos.) Expansion required? Biography: Born in 1884 in glorious Vienna, cultural centre of the world! Or, at least, of the world that matters. The memory-palace manifested around three years later, and despairing parents (for, lo, their child was not an absolute genius, as opposed to them! Er, genius in a secret way.) suddenly rejoiced. Of course, they never took the metaphor of the memory-palace seriously - children and their delusions...active imaginations is the polite phrase. As was appropriate to her station, class, and family, she promptly learned the secrets of spying, plotting, taking note of far too many things at once, spying, being properly creepy in a nice way, blackmail, and spying. The standard education of a very effective courtier, essentially. (Her power helped significantly. "Quick! What was he wearing?" "Er..." "Didn't I tell you, we have to be eternally awa - " "...one second." Exact description down to that loose thread on his jacket follows.) Finished a few libraries (scaring the librarians in the process), got bored, and decided to actually fiddle with that pianoforte in the music room. Became very good at it due to time, determination, and sheer boredom. Her piano teachers, unfortunately, quickly gained a bad reputation in high society due to her habit of somehow procuring the most scandalous music possible (that is to say, the latest composers.), playing the pieces in public, and making them sound good. Toured Europe, as every attractive young courtier does! (Her family was in the habit of travelling, as well. They decided to schedule trips separately from Felix's side after The London Incident, Which We Do Not Talk About, Ever. ("He's a bad influence on our daughter!" "Well, it's not our fault!" "...you're right. But there's a lot of business lately..." "I see your point.") They still found ways of contacting each other and somehow being in the same place, by some strange reason that their parents attribute to bad luck. Together they fleeced Vienna's youth of their allowances! What joy, what exhilaration, two young con-artists...excuse me, courtiers-in-training taking future Viennese aristocracy by storm. And eventually, her parents decided that her memory-palace was not entirely a metaphor, and clearly a blessing of a saint. (Though not as impressive as my blessing, said her father, who was always successful in love. Except for one unfortunate target. Which is why she's his wife. Ah, the rooftop serenades, every night...sung by someone with absolutely no sense for tone...a love story passed down by every Viennese family to the present, entitled "And this is what you should not do, my son.") After leaving a penniless Viennese aristocracy behind, The Family (Austrian branch) decided that for their safety and continued fortune, Sophia should be sent overseas for a while. In particular, there's a...very interesting school, good reputation, in New York...ah, good location, the Americans are making a lot of progress. What, alone? Of course we can't send her alone - oh dear. Not Felix? What, he's the only one? Oh dear. Personality: Can read most of the major European languages fluently, and has a dictionary of arabic and hebrew in her head for some strange reason. Speaks Hochdeutsch, English, Latin, French, and Yiddish (why Yiddish? no one knows), the last of which she habitually converses with Felix in when no Yiddish speakers are present. She likes people, in a vague abstract 'people are interesting to mine information from' way, but has no concept whatsoever about emotional appeals due to the good (or bad, arguably) influence of The Family. She's rather pleasant, in a way that seems slightly disturbing to anyone unfamiliar with court politics; she's trained to look at people, absorb every detail, and file it away for future use. She is fond of music!, especially ridiculously fast piano pieces that involve insane numbers of notes per bar, and compositions making used of the increased orchestral capacity of the era. (She made a trip to Berlin for the premeire of Mahler's Second Symphony and was impressed. Her music teachers were not.) She has a habit of scoring such things for the piano and attempting to play them (with great enthusiasm and mostly success), much to the dismay of anyone who dislikes that sort of music. Though not as apparently careless as Felix, years around him has slightly loosened her defenses. It'll go right. Eventually. Even if it needs a bit of prodding and blackmail. Character sample: "I can't believe I lost that file! I lend half the Grafs in Vienna money, and I lose the entire bloody file! Espionage! Sabotage! A dire conspiracy intended to bankrupt me!" Sophia, used to her father's strange outbursts, simply kept quiet and continued reading. "von Wrolich owes me a lot of money, I'm sure it's his doing! How much did he owe me? Three hundred pounds...no, definitely more. Twice? Another hundred?" Sophia sighed and slid into the memory palace. Index: Finance/TheFamily/Debts, two floors up, left, go straight for five rooms. Debts of Grafs (most recent version), second shelf, first level, second file from the right. ...aha, 3400 crowns. "Three thousand, four hundred crowns." He paused his mad stalk around the room and nodded. "Thank you, dear." And proceeded to launch right into another rant. "And that despicable Eisel! My fortune! Squandered! Still owes me interest on that loan and hasn't repaid it! How can I feed my wonderful family at this rate that they're cheating me at? And I don't even know how much to cla -" "Interest, five hundred and sixty crowns, principal, two thousand five hundred krones." Another pause. "Oh. Right. Perhaps I should write this down again. How do you know this, anyway? That memory...thing of yours?" "Yes, father. And you're going to want von Totschnig's account, too. He owes us a thousand two hundred krones. How did you even let them borrow so much, anyway?" "Oh, the odd gambling debt here, a small purchase there...you're not supposed to question me, as a loyal daughter." "Do you want the accounts, or not?" "This would have been so much easier if the saints had given you a sensible gift. Finding a good husband. Shooting down walls with black magic. Cursing the devils who stole my accounts! Making people see things your way! But no, you just had to be too smart. Look at my gift! The girls still swoon in the streets, you know! (Your mother does not appreciate it, but my attractiveness will break through all barriers.)" "Yes, father. I love you too. Now can we get back to the accounts?" "If you insist. You need to stop that, it's a bad habit. Who's the head of the house here, anyway?" "Mother is." "...that's not the point. And don't remind me of that." Note: Her father has the ability to speak in brackets. No one knows how or why. Another part of the strange and mysterious gift of the saints! Edit: Or, you know, I could change her power to something more [I]conventional[/I] like, oh, [I]slicing atoms apart[/I]. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
slipshod sailor Posted July 26, 2005 Share Posted July 26, 2005 I apologize for the rushed shoddiness of this, I hope it?s not too late and that this application is adequate... [B][U]Enrollment[/U][/B] [B]Name: [/B]Lawrence P. Sheaves (though prefers being referred to by his last name) [B]Age: [/B]30 [B]Gender:[/B] male [B]Origin:[/B] American, born in Brooklyn [B]Teacher or student:[/B] Teacher [B]Appearance: [/B]Standing a little taller than average, Sheaves is well built and healthy, his face is expressive and animated. While not exceptionally attractive, he has a certain charm that draws people to him, aided by his theatrically dramatic voice and exaggerated gesticulations. His eyes are a rather boring shade of blue and his hair a light brown, often tousled and messily combed, the highlight of his face generally being his trademark heartfelt smile. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, clean black slacks and a tattered, well-worn tie, he is not much of an impressive sight but is extremely crafty when it comes time to fight, as his power does not physically or mentally enhance his strength. [B]Powers:[/B] His limbs have a nasty tendency of dropping off (usually unexpectedly, but it has been known to occur when he gets excited or wound up or particularly emotional). His appendages are easily reattached, but it is indeed mortifying to have one?s hand fall off whilst shaking that of another. Over the years he?s learned how to deliberately disengage his limbs with a thought (though this action is easiest at the joints, he can?t easily separate through the middle of solid bone). [B]Biography:[/B] Despite his talkative personality, no one really knows (or admittedly, cares) about Sheaves? past. Born very normally to a loving family living in Brooklyn, he was a cheerful, outgoing child who grew up to be a cheerful, outgoing adult. His ?power (as he mockingly refers to it)? was discovered by his parents when he was fourteen?he was engaged in an intense discussion with his older sister and was waving his hands rather violently for emphasis when one of them flew off and promptly poked his father in the eye?and was then sent to Madam Davis? Home for Gifted Children. [B] Personality:[/B] A social person by nature, he loves talking with and listening to people and can always find time to hear what you have to say. He does his best not to be judgmental and biased and treats gossip as it is?just gossip. Sheaves? social success stems mainly from the fact that he simply /accepts/ people and their views and doesn?t try to force himself to understand the whys. Sheaves can be somewhat idealistic and almost naïve in his thinking-- he will generally assume the best of anyone he meets (that is not to say that he is blind to the wrong-doings of people; he will acknowledge people?s crimes and be duly disappointed in them). Usually carefree and laidback in actions and speech, he is often viewed as shallow or air-headed by those not familiar with him and is thus rather nonplussed as to why people can?t understand that he simply prefers being happy to miserable. While he can make conversation about almost anything, from the weather to the origins of mankind and the process of human evolution (he?s not too keen on politics or advanced sciences, though, mind you) and to almost anyone (he?ll mumble to himself or inanimate objects if there?s no one around) , he seems to have trouble talking about his feelings and will probably accidentally drop a finger in nervousness if you ask. Admittedly, Sheaves is not much of a teacher, academic-wise. Having been a bit of a poor student, he?s almost just as poor an educator, being rather absent-minded when it comes to planning lessons and homework and (despite his social nature) being extremely disinterested in politics and economic affairs. Though his solo lectures often disintegrate into an all-class group debate and he has difficulties keeping himself from digressing wildly, he recognizes that he has a responsibility as a teacher and does his best not to offend anyone or let any individuals get out of hand. He genuinely wants to help his students, just as his own teachers have helped him in the past. Likes: company, walks in the park, coffee, not having to do homework, parties, intimate discussions, staying up late, helping people Dislikes: foreign cheeses, being alone, having to lie and people lying to him, people who get mad at the drop of a hat [B]Character snippet:[/B] The sun was bright and warm overhead and the cracked leather of his suitcase weighing comfortably in his hand, swinging slightly in time with his step. His parents had dropped him off at the end of the road, his mother giving him his suitcase and a letter to the headmistress and a kiss, while his father smiled quietly behind his dark bristling mustache and nodded. He had resisted hugging his parents goodbye?fourteen was much too old for a boy to do that sort of fussy girly thing? and settled for convincing his mother that he would be fine and that he?d write every week and that he would see them over the holidays and that he wouldn?t get into a fight and break things and cost them lots of medical bills. Sheaves had then departed with a hopefully nonchalant wave, strolling down the street as casually as he could while ignoring the flurry of butterflies gleefully rattling about in his stomach. He hoped it wasn?t too obvious that he was scared out of his teenage wits and forced a smile onto his face. ?...Lawrence, dear?? his mother called hesitantly and Sheaves looked back to his father?s chuckles. His arm was lying on the sidewalk. Years and years later, Sheaves was still walking down this now-familiar street again, though things were much shorter now and he knew he wouldn?t get lost this time. Still, it was his first time back in quite a while, and the old butterflies buried deep in his intestines decided to get fluttering in anticipation again as he neared the school grounds. He had gone a few paces before realizing with a good-natured curse that he had left his suitcase on the ground a couple of feet back, along with three fingers, which were now rolling cheerily about on the stained cement. He laughed and picked up his suitcase. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest elainemc Posted July 26, 2005 Share Posted July 26, 2005 NB: I hope this isn't *too* long. I wanted to set up Dollie's character pretty thoroughly, but still leave room for development. [b]Name:[/b] Dorothy Edith Hendrick [b]Age:[/b] 15 1/2 [b]Gender:[/b] female [b]Origin:[/b] Manhattan, NY, USA [b]Teacher or student:[/b] Student [b]Appearance:[/b] Dollie would like to think of herself as being unusually refined and elegant in her appearance. In reality, she's perfectly average in her appearance. She has large brown eyes and well-groomed brown hair. Her hands are always carefully manicured. She is somewhat vain of her pale, smooth skin, and is very careful to avoid freckles or sunburn. Left to herself, Dollie would wear elaborate and befrilled frocks of the most amazing kinds. Her father gave in to her begging [as he so often does], and all her clothes are direct from Paris; but her stepmother insists on simply-cut, well-made clothing appropriate to her age. [b]Powers:[/b] Dollie has unusual physical strength and resistance to injury-- greatly to her dismay! Her control over the former is shaky at best, and often depends on her temper at the moment. She's rather embarrassed by the latter, as she feels that to be *too* healthy is a bit... underbred. [I'm not sure how specific you wanted us to be, or how strictly powers should be defined. Dollie is *not* invulnerable; just highly resistant to physical damage. Strength-wise... what would be considered acceptable? I don't want to unbalance things. She's definitely unnaturally strong; a bench press ability of 300-500 lbs?] [b]Biography:[/b] Again, be as realistic and thorough as you can be. Again, we're in 19th century New York -- use that to your advantage! Dorothy was named for her mother, Dorothy Anne Merrill, a young woman of excellent family, and a modest personal fortune. She died when Dorothy was less than a year old, leaving her to the upbringing of her father, Donald Hendrick. Donald was devastated by the loss of his cheerful, outgoing young wife; and promised himself that their daughter would want for nothing. Unfortunately, he took the route many doting parents do, allowing her to have her way in all things, and in all ways; and having a significant fortune of his own, he had the money to do quite a bit of damage. Between the ages of two and twelve, "Dollie" ruled the Hendricks household with an iron fist. Nobody was allowed to contradict her words or counteract her whims. But then, it happened. Her father married Ada Ferris, a warm-hearted, firm-handed lady, who promptly took over rebellious girl's upbringing. The less said about the next three months, the better. The end result was that "Mother Ada" gained Dollie's grudging, but honest respect; and, with time, Dollie came to be as fond of Ada, as Ada was of her... although she rarely admits it. Ada's first true act of authority, was to insist that Dollie needed proper schooling. Truly sorry to send her stepdaughter from home, but believing that a boarding school would be the best way to help Dollie learn to be less selfish and spoiled, schools were carefully examined; and one was finally chosen, leading to Dollie's disastrous first encounters with her peers. Miss Richmond's Academy for Young Ladies proved an eye-opening experience for young Dollie. For the first time in her life, at the advanced age of 13, she was not only expected to do as she was told; she was one of sixty girls, rather than the center of attention. And, as so often happens in such cases, the situation rapidly deteriorated. She lasted there less than two months before being asked to leave. She little felt the humiliation of being expelled, preferring to believe herself to be misunderstood and misjudged; but her father's disappointment, though gently expressed, made a true impression on her. Despite her many faults, Dollie was neither completely heartless, nor utterly stupid; and she decided to try and do better at the next school. This was the Burriss Seminary, and it proved a much greater success. Dollie managed, through sheer determination to please her father and stepmother, to make herself liked; and, with time and effort, to even make herself popular. By the age of 14, the habits of selfishness and self-centeredness were somewhat worn away. While she couldn't be said to be a self-sacrificing or an altruistic girl, she was even learning to consider the needs of others; although rarely realizing when it would be well to put those needs before her own. But then, it happened. Shortly after her fifteeth birthday, in the middle of one of her increasingly rare fits of temper, Dollie managed to smash a significant hole through a solid wood floor, without so much as bruising a finger. Much to her dismay, such events began to occur more and more often; until she telegrammed her parents begging to be allowed to return home. As they had already received a concerned letter from Mrs Burriss, the Seminary head, they acted promptly, and Dollie returned home. However, she has proved completely unable to manage her strange strength on her own; and so, the Davis school seems to be her only option... and it's an option Dollie is resigned to, but less than pleased with. [b]Personality:[/b] Thirteen years of being spoiled rotten has resulted in a very flawed girl; but the last two years of firm, loving discipline, and socialization with other girls her age, as well as the regular discipline of a school regimen, have improved her greatly. Dollie is selfish, and self-centered. She finds it difficult to take others' feelings into account, and often puts too much emphasis on her own feelings and thoughts. She is accustomed to being the center of attention, and doesn't really know how to share it with others [although she's made great progress in that area]. Lacking early training in self-control, she is still prone to sudden fits of temper; her emerging power, however, has made her wary of indulging it, even briefly. However, she doesn't actually feel ashamed of her childishness-- yet. A sheltered child, she knows very little of the city of New York, where she has spent her whole life. She tends to think of poverty as something that only exists in other, foreign countries-- not the USA, and certainly not in her own city. She has very little experience in judging character and personality. She would be outraged to be accused of snobbery, but the fact remains that Dollie, like most of those in her walk of life, thinks too much of birth, breeding, and family. At 15, she's already learned to look down on the nouveau riche. By contrast, those of lower birth don't necessarily register on her radar at all; she simply doesn't really think about the working classes, as they rarely come into her life at all. Finally, while not really understanding the value of money [despite her own small personal fortune], Dollie is very fond of show, flash, and luxury. She hasn't been able to indulge those at home since the advent of Mother Ada; and at school, life has been very strict. [Although at Burriss's, she was well-known for funding midnight revels featuring as much unhealthy food as could be easily procured by schoolgirls.]. Dollie has a few personal traits that somewhat balance the bad ones. Firstly, she is very generous-- with money, with possessions, and with her time. When she's truly interested in someone, she spares no effort to help them in any way she can. Sometimes that help is expressed in rather childish ways, but it's always sincere. One of the better manifestations of her self-centeredness is that she tends to believe that those she likes, are quite simply *better* than anyone else: smarter, more genteel, prettier, more capable. She sees the better qualities of her friends' personalities, and does her best to excuse the less admirable. Finally, she is aware of her many personal flaws. She doesn't always exert herself to control them, but she knows they're there. She genuinely regrets the results of indulging those flaws after the fact; and regrets most of all the effect they have on those she truly esteems. Dollie is of average intelligence, and has average skills for her age. She paints, sings, and plays the piano-- all indifferently; likes novels better than improving reading; prefers sleeping late to getting up early; and prefers ice-cream to vegetables. She rides well, plays an abominable game of croquet, has never yet won a game of chess with *anyone*, and has a secret ambition to travel to Egypt and explore the inside of a pyramid. She is dismayed, and even frightened, by her emerging power. She doesn't understand them, and most certainly doesn't *want* them. She tries hard to pretend that they don't really exist, which is much the same tactic her parents are taking. Everyone's trying their best to believe that this is just a phase Dollie will grow out of. [b]Character snippet:[/b] Just a sample of your writing style. The maximum length is four paragraphs -- we want a character snippet, not a character novella. Bergen, Dollie Hendrick's personal maid, moved quietly around the room, her footsteps muffled by the lush carpet, as she packed Dollie's trunks. Every item of clothing was new-made, every stitch perfect, the lace flawless, the linen spotless. Her toiletries were a wonder of crystal and tortoise-shell and silver, all monogrammed; the few pieces of jewellery Mother Ada approved of were simple, and in the best of taste. A pretty little work-basket was included, and a well-stocked writing-desk. Everything was precisely as it ought to be, and being put precisely in place by Bergen's skilled hands. Ada Henrick stood at the door, watching her little stepdaughter, her hand resting unconsciously over her abdomen. Dollie herself sat at the window, looking down into the street. Traffic teemed below, carriages and omnibuses and people on foot, and faint sounds drifted up through the air. She neither saw nor heard any of it. She was thinking completely and entirely of herself. What would become of her, at this new school? What girls would be there? Would they be the right sort? Or would they be... odd? Peculiar. Strange. Strange-- like her. She looked up as Mother Ada settled beside her in the window seat. "You'll have a splendid time," Ada said, cheerfully. "You'll be able to make ever so many new friends, and of course, you'll be here on weekends, if it's allowed, of course. Your friends would be welcome, too. And perhaps we can arrange for an occasional evening at home, too; if it doesn't interfere with school proceedings." Dollie nodded a little. "Yes, Mother Ada." Then, impetuously: "Oh, *must* I go? Can't I have a governess? Can't I stay here? What if it's dreadful? What if everyone else is-- is like me, but-- but worse? Oh, I'll be good, I promise!" Her voice faltered and died as she turned to see Ada gently shaking her head. She turned listlessly back to the window, knowing that it wasn't any good. Her father and stepmother believed this was for Dollie's own welfare, and all the crying and screaming she could do-- and she'd done plenty!-- would do no good. She was going, and going the very next day... like it or not. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sage Kaley Posted July 27, 2005 Share Posted July 27, 2005 OCC: Well here you go ^^;; I hope you enjoy it Name: Mollie Evans Age: 15 Gender: Female Origin: Mollie is just a regular, melting pot heritage girl from a farming family in Ohio. Since she was technically abandoned, there are no records of her real heritage. She assumed the one of her adopted parents. Teacher or Student: Student Appearance: Mollie?s looks are nothing special for a working girl. She usually keeps her long dirty blonde hair pulled back in braids or a ponytail so that it doesn?t get too grimy when she?s outside. She has green eyes that stand out against her tanned skin, which is much darker in some areas due to large freckles all over her body. Usually she?s seen in a very simple blouse and skirt, which often has grass stains in it. Standing at around 5?3?? she?s an average height and normally proportioned for a girl her age, although her muscles are slightly more toned from her field work. The only other accessory she always has is a pouch of various seeds hanging around her neck. Powers: Mollie?s powers are plant manipulation, meaning that she has control over plants to some extent. By touching them or the ground, she can make plants grow rapidly and even bend them to her will. For example, she could coax a set of vines into becoming a sturdy ladder. Of course, she can only speed up the process so much, for example a large tree would only take five hours though a flower would only take a minute or two. However the more she practices the faster it becomes. Also she needs seeds to work with, explaining why she carries the seed pouch around her neck. Still Mollie takes great pride in her connection to flora life, even if it has some limitations. Biography: Mollie has spent nearly all her life on the Evans? farm. It?s unclear where she was born, because she was found as a baby by Mr. Evans. Having only three sons at the time, he took Mollie in and they named her. Only a year later his wife gave birth to a daughter but Mollie was already family by then. At a young age her parents were honest with her about her past but Mollie took it in stride, grateful for the family she does have. To repay their kindness, she became her father?s helper with all the crops. It soon became clear that Mollie was best suited to outside work while her mother and sister would do more of the indoor chores (although she still had to help them too). She never went to school and spent many happy days playing silly games with her brothers and sister or swimming in the creek. Once a week they would go into town for various goods though she rarely played with any children from there. Still life was good and Mollie was content to spend her days under the sun, helping the plants grow. It was only during a particularly bad dry spell that her fun ended. Her family was in danger of going completely broke due to a terrible harvest. Feeling desperate during the worst of these days, she sat in the middle of the field and begged the wilting crops to grow. Much to her father?s amazement, the drops near her slowly began to regain their glory. They weren?t nearly as nice as they were in previous years but over the next week all the crops became good enough to sell. Her family was in awe and Mollie herself was shocked. Still they were overjoyed and from that year on she always practiced her gift on the plants on their farm. She might have never been discovered either if not for one Christmas day in New York. It was a family custom to go visit relatives for the holiday and her power became common knowledge among them. One such relative though, who had recently married into the family, thought that her powers were unique enough to mention her to a special school nearby. After discussing it with her parents, they all decided it would be best for her to advance her powers for the good of the family. Mollie was saddened to hear that she was being sent away but as always kept upbeat, thinking of all the new experiences that awaited her. Of course, mastering her powers sounded nice too. Personality: Mollie is a very bright girl in the sense that she has a sunny outlook on life. Never having been to school, she isn?t book smart in the slightest but still knows more about the land and the people who live on it better than most. On especially nice days she?s full of energy and enjoys doing outside chores, while on rainy days she tends to be more relaxed to the point of daydreaming. She loves all types of days although bad storms can make her uneasy and wary of tornados. Although she has little experience with them she?s unafraid of other children, even ones that are bigger than her, probably due to all the roughhousing she and her brothers did. Kind, easygoing and yet full of life, Mollie is a bit like the plants that she loves so much. Character Snippet: Mollie frowned as she rummaged through the dresser that she and her sister Alice shared. Pushing aside her third set of grass stained clothes, it was quickly becoming apparent that she had only one ?nice? set of clothes. Alice sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with a sad look on her face. ?Are you really going?? She asked finally. Mollie jerked her head up, and glanced over her shoulder with a cheerily smile before pulling out one of the lesser stained outfits to show Alice. The girls giggled at the leafy imprints and marks that covered the once white outfit. ?Oh Mollie! Maybe if you didn?t roll around in the yard so much and helped mama and I cook more?? She said teasingly. ?Where?s the fun in that?? Mollie said in mock disbelief. ?Now we KNOW that I?m made for working with crops right? I wouldn?t want to cook them!? They both shared another laugh but the truth was, they were both scared. Alice was hugging herself loosely to stop from shaking and Mollie?s smile wavered every few seconds. Mollie would be gone so long in a different state at a strange school full of people who were?gifted. Gifted with strange talents unknown to most. ?Cheer up Alice.? Mollie said, folding her clothes into her suitcase. ?I promise to come back and visit?and just think of how nice the crops will be when I come back!? ?Just don?t forget us.? Alice looked down, hoping her sister hadn?t seen her tears forming. It was a childish thing to say. Mollie just smiled again, placing her hand over the seed pouch on her chest. She removed one of the seeds and wordlessly took her sister?s hand and clenched it around the seed. Then Mollie simply grabbed her suitcase and went to tell her parents that she was ready to go. Of course I?ll remember them, she thought to herself, they are my family. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snarktastic Posted July 31, 2005 Author Share Posted July 31, 2005 [COLOR=Indigo]I am just posting to say that THE RP SIGN-UP IS NOW [B]CLOSED![/B] Due to this being easier than I thought it would be, here is the list of the players who have made it into the RP, along with the characters they play! Drumroll, please! .... [B]elainemc[/B] - Dorothy Edith Hendrick [B]KitWisdom[/B] - Helen Jones [B]Leibsliede[/B] - Felix Georg... Ivan von Liebeslied (HA.) [B]MothDarkfire[/B] - Lydia Petrakis [b]Ozymandius Jones[/b] - Laura Brooks [B]Rilarien[/B] - Sophia Elizabeth von Liebeslied [B]Sage Kaley[/B] - Mollie Evans [B]slipshod sailor[/B] - Lawrence P. Sheaves [B]Spawnie[/B] - Catherine Sharpe [B]StarrStruck[/B] - Rori Keelin Malone [B]Suonymona[/B] - Simon Metternich [B]zoetheshort[/B] - Sarah Margaret Miller Congratulations to all those who made it in! If you did not make the cut, please feel free to PM me and ask me why. The "Madame Davis' Home for Gifted Children" RP is now open for business! To participate in the RP, please continue on to [B][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=48710]this post[/URL][/B]. Any and all questions about anything concerning this RP are to be asked in [B][URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=48676]this thread[/URL] [/B] and this thread only. Please go there to read the basic rules of the RP, as well. Happy RP-ing, everyone![/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest XerxesSkyknyght Posted August 7, 2005 Share Posted August 7, 2005 I completely just noticed this a day ago, and the ever generous Snark allowed me to write something up. I'll do my best to keep up with the story. CHARACTER SHEET INITIATING IN 3, 2, 1 Name: Zach Carmelo Age: 24 Gender: Male Origin: Red-blooded American for at least two generations; Italian background, some Native American, some assorted British. T or S: Teacher (more than likely phys. ed. or power control; he's not the highly educated type) Appearance: 5'10", 150; medium-length wavy black hair brushed back, black eyes, light 5 o'clock shadow, tanned skin, solid square frame, tends towards lower-end style clothes Power: The ability to take on the aspects, selected qualities, of a natural living or unliving substance upon contact with it. He calls this "absorbing". He must consciously absorb whatever it is he chooses and remain in contact with the target for several moments. The amount of time Zach spend in communion with whatever he absorbs is reflective of how long the power lasts. If he contacts living flesh to increase his physical attributes, for example absorbing a horse's strong muscular legs and stamina, not only does it take longer to complete the effect he wants, he doesn't become a horse literally, his power simply makes his muscles comparatively as strong and tough as the horse. Also, contacting living flesh for too long or trying to get too many things or too complex things from an animal will result in temporary "loss of self", kind of starting to take on parts of an animal psyche too. Biography: Grew up as the son of a Mafia messenger who's mother died only a few months after giving birth. He was brought along and given a taste of the Family life, grooming him to be a member of the Family too. Zach would help his father in some way, but in general he was sheltered from the nastier parts of the business; some sneaked views of a hit here and there still are burned into his memory. No scene was quite as well etched into his memory as the day after his thirteenth birthday. His father was part of a cross Family meeting, meant originally to be part of a greater alliance between the two families. Words were exchanged, as were bullets; Zach's father and two others in his Family that were accused of being double-agents were left in shreads, and Zach was in as many pieces emotionally. The Family did not trust Zach's father, and didn't by proxy trust him; they pulled strings so he could be placed in a nice orphanage. Understandably, Zach was not thrilled with things as they stood, and held much resentment and anger within his young heart, aimed at his only family abandoning him and at those who slandered his father's name. He became a "tough kid" in an effort to forget the pain he felt. He didn't take any slight lying down, he didn't let anyone else get close to him, he did his best to leave his past behind him. Several months went by before he realized he was something besides a regular human. He got into a fight with one of the children, and in the middle of the fight, he was pushed against a brick wall. He absorbed the strength of the wall unknowingly and with his next punch shattered the other child's arm. Not too long after, he was recruited by the School for Gifted Youngsters. The rest, as they say, is history. Personality: Zach is not the overly violent, angst-ridden boy he once was. He's loud and cocky, full of energy, always eager to see or do something new. He loves anything that involves physical activity, but rarely sits still for very long. He has a particularly dark, strange sense of humor and a general distaste for authority or much of anyone that "gets in his face"; despite his past, he tries not to take life too seriously. Character Snippet: The two teams of lightly armored rugby players lined up in front of each other, staring their counterparts. Zach gripped the ball and gritted his teeth into a grin, and with one fell swoop, hiked the ball to the quarterback and charged up into the thin younger fellow he put himself up against. The melee of flesh and sweat and clothing lasted nearly a minute and a half until Zach broke out from the mob and signaled to the quarterback to lob him the leather orb. He hopped up and snatched it, stopping things for a few moments. "All right, you kids' gettin' better! 'Bout time you got ahold of things. Youse guys get yerselfs a break, y'earned it." He called all the kids down field a few feet away from the mob so he could get their attention. He noticed the center kid on the other was still on the ground, shaking his head in frustration. The raven-haired leader walked over as the young man stood up. "...'Cept you." His student brushed grass off his clothing. "I'm sorry, Coach, I'm trying to do better." Zach shook his head. "Nah, y'keep sayin' that, I haven't seen a lick of improvement. Y'haven't been training y'haven't been trying, what'm I suppose to do with you? Y'make it seem like rugby ain't fun. It's the best game ever, it's bloody and violent an' everythin' games should me. If this isn' fun what is, I dare you t'tell me!" The student looked around to the other students. "Is this where you say something meant to inspire me to get better at a sport I will never play if I can help it?" "Come on, you know as well as I do that there's a 'no breaking stereotypical plot constructs' rule here. Jus' suck it up and get better at Rugby to advance the plot." "Yes Coach." Off Topic: Normally I don't do fourth-wall breaking stuff, I just couldn't resist this time XD Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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