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Post by donuthole on Aug 4, 2016 23:02:35 GMT -5
(Yup. Any idea's for where in the US they are? Or just ambiguous?)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 4, 2016 23:20:48 GMT -5
(Hey! Sorry I poofed. Had to run to store.)
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Post by donuthole on Aug 4, 2016 23:29:00 GMT -5
(That's okay we are just putting up starters anyway)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 4, 2016 23:32:12 GMT -5
(Oh! Alright. I'll go ahead and put mine as well.)
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 4, 2016 23:32:20 GMT -5
Let's have it ambiguous cuz I don't know US geography at all XD))
Omaira pressed her back against a concrete wall, waiting for the footsteps behind her back to subside. Dammit, I let myself slip again. She heaved in a deep breath, her mind going back to when it all happened. While going around town trying to avoid the authorities, she bumped into some delinquents in an alleyway picking on an innocent teenager. Being the person that she was, she attempted to stop them with words and communication. Unfortunately, delinquents nowadays weren't easily swayed by words alone. They persisted their ways and told her to "shove off". She had lost her temper then, going out on a rampage, finally making the few delinquents stop whatever they were doing. In the process of doing so, she may or may not have broken a few ribs here and there, or you know, maybe even a few bones. All those aside, she did alert the authorities. Well... She didn't... But the delinquents did... With all their yelling and screaming... Silently, she told herself to stop taking care of business she wasn't supposed to. Actually, she had told herself that numerous times already, but it was hard for her not to. Any sort of injustice in this world, they just ticked her off, nothing could change that. Tap... Tap... Suddenly she thought she heard footsteps behind her, slowly approaching. She concentrated, her eyes now a glowing wine red, and in a second she was behind another pillar some meters away, leaving a split second of wine red glow where she used to be. The glow immediately vanished, leaving no trace of where she was at all.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 4, 2016 23:37:56 GMT -5
Mikel was hiding behind a building, the sound of gunfire still lingering in his head. The sound reminded him of his parents' deaths but he shook away the thought. He could not get emotional right now. He needed to run. Run away. Run away as far as possible. Another click of a gun sounded in the alley beside him, and he closed his eyes. A dark shape appeared beside him, he could sense it. It was like a disgusting vortex of filth. He knew what that was. Who it was. One of them.
"Come out, sunny boy. We won't hurt you." He heard a chuckle, a dark sneer, and could feel a heavy weight on his stomach. He had to move. Now.
Moving away from the building as fast as you could, Mikel started running towards a fence, leaping up onto the weak metal. The metal shifted under his weight, alerting the ones chasing him.
"He's over here!" The sounds of dogs also swarmed his vision, and Mikel was just barely able to make it over the side before a large hound jumped upon the fence. With a yelp, Mikel pushed himself away, and ran far away from them. Running, running, running. And never stopping. He couldn't stop. They'd kill him, too. Or do worse things.
After a while, he stopped beside some trash cans along a street corner. Finally, he let out his sob, wracking out of his body in dry heaves and nasty whimpers. He covered his face, falling to the damp ground. What was he to do now?
(also, i wanted to ask and make sure it was okay for Mikel being bisexual? i don't really care if it will actually effect the roleplay, lol, but that's just what i have in his description saved already, so i figured i'd leave it in when I was pasting it in the form. I hope that's alright!)
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Blaze
Long time user, long time poofer.
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Post by Blaze on Aug 4, 2016 23:39:17 GMT -5
Sidney (Sid) Silverstene | 20 | Male
Upon first interacting with Sid, one may find him outgoing, light-hearted, or even charming. He loves to crack jokes, play tricks, and mess around. His power comes in quite handy during these situations; making things appear and disappear out of thin air like a magician. Along with this, Sid is really quite intelligent and sometimes cunning: the kind of guy that could either be class clown or class president. In another life he likes to think that he'd be some kind of army general or spy, developing gambits and surmounting others through sheer force of mind. Unfortunately for Sid, this will never happen.
While these descriptors are not technically false, beneath his bright exterior is a stone shell layered on by years of betrayal and deceit. When his light facade fades, he is often cold, calculating, and merciless. Sid does not trust easily. At this point, there may not be anyone left in the world that he truly trusts.
In terms of his appearance, Sid is tall at 6'1" and about average sized. He's no three-sport athlete or bodybuilder-not like he ever had the chance to try-, but he has the muscle and reflexes that develop from having to climb buildings and make quick getaways. He has light brown hair and blue eyes. For the most part, Sid keeps himself well groomed, although he may sport a beard when too lazy to apport himself a razor.
The ability that Sid sports is called apportation. At will, he can bring into creation any object that he can imagine. At his current level of ability, Sid can really only create objects that are less than about ten pounds, otherwise he could quite possibly pass out from the exertion. Furthermore, the objects that he create cannot be organic and can not reach the level of a gun or anything as complex. The unreliability of Sid's power should also be mentioned. In order to bring an object into existence, he must first visualize it in his mind with as much detail as possible, requiring a high level of concentration. If he is unable to do this, his ability can get out of control, causing his creation to forcefully explode as its material fails to correctly cohese. As a remedy to this, Sid carries around a sketchbook in which he draws a reference for objects that he may wish to create in the future. Sid also has a pocket notepad that he can draw in when the sketchpad is out of reach. The objects that Sid creates multiple times become easier and easier to successfully complete. In addition to the first limitation, bringing objects in and out of existence puts a strain on Sid and takes a toll proportional to their size and complexity.
| Apportation (Materialization or dematerialization of an object) | Violet (#7F00FF) | Megpoid |
Blaze
((I hope this is good. Sorry I took so long :3 ))
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Post by donuthole on Aug 4, 2016 23:44:13 GMT -5
(I think making objects out of thin air is too much. Perhaps apportating an object nearby to him is better. Just so that no one is too powerful lets make it just like teleporting only just for objects. On the wiki it has or in the definition that I believe would be used nicely. I feel like he would be too powerful if he could create things even with the side effects)
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Post by donuthole on Aug 4, 2016 23:48:35 GMT -5
(Ah Mary is interacting with him I'm typing)
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Blaze
Long time user, long time poofer.
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Post by Blaze on Aug 4, 2016 23:49:10 GMT -5
((I'd really like to have him be able to create objects that aren't nearby. Otherwise it becomes more like telekinesis. Can't we just set his threshold for daily creation very low or something similar? We can also make it nigh on impossible to create complicated things without a long time spent staring at a drawing. I'd also say that your character's ability may be even more powerful that mine because you haven't really established any limits to her mind reading/communication.))
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Post by donuthole on Aug 4, 2016 23:52:45 GMT -5
When the gun shots echoed through the night, Mary froze. She should have kept running. She should have gone far, far away, but she didn't find it in her. Instead, she turned back and kept as silent as she could as she went back to see what was wrong. Sobs reached her ears as she moved faster to find a boy crying near where she had just hid. Are you okay? Mary asked telepathically, moving her lips with the words to make it seem like she was talking. She crouched down and looked at the boy with her pink eyes, wondering why he was sobbing and if he had anything to do with the gunshots. Barking echoed through the air and she stood up abruptly as she backed away. I can't stay long. Do you want to come with me? There was a stillness all of a sudden as the blonde wondered why she offered to accompany him. Was it because he seemed to be in trouble? She didn't read his thoughts, afraid of the change in her eyes it would cause. Instead she reached out her hand and smiled warmly at him. It's okay, I'm not dangerous.
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 4, 2016 23:58:04 GMT -5
Skylar Brennan
Skylar hated dogs. It hadn't always been that way: there had been a time when she had loved dogs. But that had been before she had become a freak. Before the government had come after her.
Come to think of it, the boy that went running past her probably didn't like dogs either. That was likely why he was running from one now. But Skylar could fix that. Reaching into her pocket, she produced a silver cigarette lighter and flicked open the lid; a bright flame burst into view, along with the golden glow in her eyes. The flames traveled up her arm easily and painlessly; she leaped out between the boy and the dog, swinging the fiery limb at it. With a yelp, the animal skidded to a halt, turned tail, and fled.
''There's another one!'' A voice yelled. Cursing, Skylar extinguished her flames and stuffed the lighter into her pocket before turning, following the boy. Dogs were one thing; people were quite another, and Skylar wasn't dumb enough to show off her powers in front of them. So the only other option was to follow the kid who was like her and pray for the best.
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Post by donuthole on Aug 4, 2016 23:59:11 GMT -5
(Well, telekinesis moves an object, apportation as it will be used in this rp teleports them. So you can teleport an object to you or away from you or something. As for Mary, she can only read minds of people either she is aware of or in an area around her and she can only use her telepathy with anyone around her that she sees or that she knows and is still within the same area as her like football stadium radius for that since it will only be used with the group. If you really want he can make small objects no bigger than say the last Harry Potter book and nothing like a gun or that is organic like food. Is that fair?)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 0:01:03 GMT -5
(haha, you can both meet up with him, if you'd like xD)
Mikel looked up at the girl with wary eyes. Was she like them...? He closed his eyes, them suddenly turning a light green. He could feel her energy, see it light up in all different colors. Not really happy colors, but safe colors. Trustworthy colors. He smiled. She was safe, at least, as far as he could tell. He reached up and took her hand. "Who are you?" He asked, standing up, eyes still looking around.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 0:03:22 GMT -5
(also, i wanted to ask and make sure it was okay for Mikel being bisexual? i don't really care if it will actually effect the roleplay, lol, but that's just what i have in his description saved already, so i figured i'd leave it in when I was pasting it in the form. I hope that's alright!)
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Post by donuthole on Aug 5, 2016 0:04:51 GMT -5
(You reminded me to add a rule to my first post. Its okay Mary is the same I just didn't put it in her form. Also I'm typing up a response now)
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Post by donuthole on Aug 5, 2016 0:14:45 GMT -5
At the change and glow in his eyes, Mary relaxed. With a sly smile, she thought to him, My name is Mary. I'm like you. We should leave probably. Maybe walking since it will look suspicious otherwise. She didn't mouth the words that time but her eyes remained pink and she couldn't help but wonder if he would believe her. She could have just been doing a trick by throwing her voice. Either way she tightened her grip on his hand and began walking towards an area she believed people would be. What's your name? she asked as she kept a straight face. The area Mary led them to had a few bars meaning people and the loud voices of drunken idiots filled the air in a muffled way. Also, don't react to my voice inside your mind. It's suspicious. She eyed him out of the corner of her eye and wondered what was going through his mind. No, it wasn't the time to do that and Mary knew it as she slightly shook her head to erase any thought of peering into someone's mind unless it was necessary. It was an invasion of privacy and sometimes she stumbled into thoughts she rather not see. She sighed and looked up at the sky. Pretty, she thought as she looked at the full moon. Often times it was just her and the moon since she has been on the run. Mary didn't mind at all but the warm from the boy's hand made her feel safe for some reason. It was nice.
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Blaze
Long time user, long time poofer.
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Post by Blaze on Aug 5, 2016 0:23:29 GMT -5
((Yeah okay. I'd like it to be a little more open ended than that, but no food and stuff like guns is fine. I'll keep what you said in mind and if I go too far just let me know?))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 0:24:07 GMT -5
Mikel noticed that her eyes glowed, like his, and followed her to the bar. He kept his hand in hers, for both of their sake. He turned to look at her as she spoke in his mind, but didn't reply. He looked around to make sure nobody was looking at them, and then turned back to her.
"Hi. My name is Mikel." He tried to sound casual, as if introducing himself to someone new, but he was simply trying to answer her before question. You know, without looking suspicious.
He glanced up at the sky as well and smiled. It reminded him of the days he used to go fishing with his foster father. They'd wait until night and go back by the lake that rested a few miles away from their home. Todd taught him how to bait, and anchor it, and make sure the line was good. He used to catch so many fish...big ones too. But, those were in the past now. He focused on the stars and then frowned. He wondered if he'd ever get a chance like that again, to be safe and sound and at peace.
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Blaze
Long time user, long time poofer.
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Post by Blaze on Aug 5, 2016 0:25:27 GMT -5
(there are still spots left, right? May I claim teleportation? I didn't see anyone else with that power but I might've missed it I apologize!) ((Sorry, somebody does already have teleportation. Omaira, Silversleuth's character.))
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Post by Salted Squid on Aug 5, 2016 0:25:41 GMT -5
I'm going to head off to bed guys, I'll be back tomorrow))
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Post by donuthole on Aug 5, 2016 0:26:44 GMT -5
(Okay but can you edit your form please with those changes. No dematerialization either cause there is the teleporting of the object. And yes there is open spots but teleportation has been taken]
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Blaze
Long time user, long time poofer.
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Post by Blaze on Aug 5, 2016 0:29:22 GMT -5
((Alright no problem. Thanks for being negotiable ))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 0:31:14 GMT -5
[Goodnight, Aviva! ]
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