bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 27, 2017 18:47:47 GMT -5
(Where could I jump in? ^^ ) (penny and river are just having breakfast right now if you want to join them!)
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Dec 28, 2017 2:03:33 GMT -5
It was a habit of his to wake early, generally eating breakfast with only the ever-watchful cameras for company. Sleep, while necessary, isn't very productive- the bare minimum is all he needs to remain alert enough for more profitable ways of occupying his time. It is with feelings of both irritation and reluctant grace that he regards the unpredictably predictable abundance of it- Too little and too much. Too many variables for anything to be definitive and yet just enough to give him a headache on the worst days.
Today, Oberon reflects as he taps the spine of a worn paperback against his frowning lips, already promises to be one that is much too light to be trusted. Like the charged peace that precedes some terrible event. He knows and hates this feeling- One that perforated their last bid for freedom. The resulting restlessness has led him to the facility's sparring room out of a need- desire- compulsion to improve upon his previous lackluster performance- Oberon does not repeat his mistakes. (He generally refuses to acknowledge their existence in the first place)
"What was that?" A brow arches, tone sharp as he directs an equally sharp gesture of quiet disbelief toward a provokingly unmarred target at the opposite end of the room. His only response is the soft protest of the pages that he is bending in his ire, and Oberon releases his stranglehold on the much abused book in favor of idly stroking it, like one would a pet. "Mutiny." He hisses, cold argentine gaze falling upon those who have betrayed him.
A large portion of the sparring room's available weapons litter the floor around him in a perfect circle, glinting wickedly in the harsh artificial light. Oberon is perched on air at the eye of what had once been a bladed storm, legs crossed and pointed chin lifted in the way of those arrogant and distinctly dissatisfied. The effect is somewhat offset by the way his too-large sweater slips off of one shoulder.
"Up." He lifts a gloved hand, curls his fingers into a fist. The weapons rise at his command, though a partisan spear near the edge of the gradual orbit wobbles dangerously. Oberon flicks his fingers to redirect it, eyes narrowing as he returns his attention to the target whilst keeping multiple objects under his not inconsiderable control. He has decided to train with weapons that he isn't as familiar with, and the empathic distance is affecting his aim and concentration. A weakness that will require a work around. He won't always be surrounded by what he has an affinity for-
Familiar minds brush against his awareness and the sword he directs at the target misses its mark by three inches. Another weakness that calls for remedying. His nose wrinkles in distaste as the other weapons develop a faint tremor in response to renewed ire. Oberon stills them with a wave of his hand and touches down lightly on the scorched floor, rotating the suspended armory in order to pick out the favored weapons of those approaching. It's possible that they intend to use their powers instead, in which case he could at least ensure that he hadn't damaged their physical arsenal. Once his distance limit has been cleared, the momentum and velocity of his telekinesis is impossible to control on objects without an imprint. (He dropped them more than once. At high speed)
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((Did I forget to mention that Berry is a Drama Queen whose power has resulted in the loss of a few marbles? ^^'
He kind of treats inanimate objects as if they're people? Once he forms a Link they're pretty much alive to him so sometimes he slips up and treats them as such. Talks to books, befriends tables...His nickname should be Alice or Hatter...
Please ignore the stilted writing- I try to tell myself it's because Ber thinks like a 19th century robot but it's just me being rusty... ^^' Also sorry for the length, I kind of go overboard for introductions. The abrupt ending was me trying not to ramble on for too long.))
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Dec 28, 2017 3:07:49 GMT -5
(Hi! May I join? If my power is too strong for a five let me know and I'll come up with something else
Five (Alaska) |19| female | straight brief description of appearance/personality/power Alaska's hair is such a pale blonde, it is almost white as as snow. It is cut right above her shoulders and falls in choppy, messy waves around her tan face and deep blue eyes. She has a tall and athletic frame, standing at 5'8". Freckles are sprinkled across her cheekbones and nose, reminders of the times when she spent all her time outside with her dad. He used to call them angel kisses, and say that she was his little angel. Maybe he called her that because she had the disposition of one. Alaska always puts others needs above her own. She loves to love on others and make sure that they are happy--even if that means putting her own happiness or health aside. Or maybe he called her that because of her wings. She was born with beautiful white wings that could retract into her back. They expand almost six feet in both directions and allow her to soar high in the clouds. She can also heal others, but it comes at the cost of taking on the injury herself. Scars cover her body, but she doesn't mind them as they are reminders of those she has saved. This power only works with wounds, however. She cannot take on the sickness of another. She knows because, when her father got cancer four years ago, she tried saving him by exchanging her health for his sickness. But it didn't work, and he died, thus breaking Alaska's heart and leaving her all alone. She has been living on her own ever since, but one day, when she was in the hospital visiting patients--and healing them--she passed out from the pain of their injuries. When the hospital nurses began to examine her, and somewhat connected the dots of what had happened, they contacted the government, and she has been held captive ever since.
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sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 28, 2017 4:19:29 GMT -5
If there was one thing that Lux hated more than the people who ran this forsaken facility it was that stupid alarm that they had set to everyones room.
They were usually awake before the alarms went off, the young mutant only slept four, maybe five hours on a good night so the alarms shattered their small sense of peace. Of course it was a decent way for them to know that it was time to start the day and since the government officials hadn't stormed their room yet.. it was safe it say it wasn't their turn with them today.
Lux shuddered at the memory of what had happened last session when they had the day with those psychopaths. They still had healing wounds from then, they were now missing a patch of skin on their lower back, and they were pretty badly bruised. They hadn't let River see that, though, because they always felt guilty whenever someone had to help and heal them. So they tried their best to take care of the wounds even if Lux was pretty sure the square of skin missing was starting to get infected from them not being able to totally reach it.
Either way Lux sucked it up and searched their room for some clean not suspiciously smelling clothes. The mess in their room was something they took pride in because even if it bothered the government agents they couldn't touch the rooms outside of getting Lux for their day long experiments. It was something about keeping the environment stable for the test subject. Either way Lux kept their room as untidy as possible just to mess with the doctors. They kept it sanitary for the most part because Lux was a total freak when it came to hygiene and cleanliness but they still let balls of wadded up clothes to be strewn around along with crumpled up paper and whatever dinner they had squirrled away into their room the night before. The next day that was usually gone, though,because they liked to keep it at least livable.
Finally Lux found a pair of black running pants and a light blue shirt to throw on and then they were headed out after they made sure most of the bruises from two days ago were hidden. The only one that was visible was one on their collarbone, peaking out just a little bit, but Lux decided if they moved enough it should be fine. The blond padded down towards the smell of Bacon, brightening when they saw two others there.They didn't say anything yet, but was bouncing on their heals like an excited child, waiting to be noticed and not wanting to interrupt the conversation.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 13:17:52 GMT -5
(welcome robin! of course you can! i really like alaska's character, but there are a couple things: all of the children were examined and taken as babies, so none of them really knew their parents, and river already has healing abilities and i'd like to try not to repeat powers if you're okay with that! the wings are alright, as long as they have a weakness, perhaps they can't keep her aloft for too long due to the fact that she doesn't have a lot of space to practice her flying?)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 13:29:21 GMT -5
“Yeah that sounds like a good idea,” Penny replied, fiddling with her toast. She looked over to the door and tried to summon up a little bit of flame. She couldn’t though. It frustrated her to no end. “Shall we?” She asked, leaving most of her food untouched. She got up and left her food on the table. “I could really use a bit of relentless killing of walls.” she joked, her eyes revealing the humor that she was trying to hide from her face. It was normal of her to hide facial expressions, but reveal them in different ways. Usually through gestures. When she got angry, however, she revealed her emotions in completely different ways. Usually, she would go to the sparring room and just let a rip. "Definitely," River replied, grinning. He stood up with her, leaving his plate in a similar fashion. He knew they be cleared by one of the cooks soon enough. When he glanced up, he noticed Lux, who had just entered the room as they rose to leave. "Lux!" he greeted with a smile. "We're going to spar, wanna join us after you eat?" River knew about their affinity for attention - what kind of makeshift leader would he be if he didn't? - so he always treated the other with excitement, which honestly wasn't difficult.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Dec 28, 2017 13:33:49 GMT -5
ahh okay! here's my second try haha
Five (Alaska/Angel) |19| female | straight Alaska's hair is such a pale blonde, it is almost white as as snow. It is cut right above her shoulders and falls in choppy, messy waves around her tan face and deep blue eyes. She has a tall and athletic frame, standing at 5'8". Freckles are sprinkled across her cheekbones and nose, despite the fact that she has hardly seen the light of day. She also sometimes gets called "Angel". Maybe people call her that because she has the disposition of one. She always puts others needs above her own. She loves to love on others and make sure that they are happy--even if that means putting her own happiness or health aside. Or maybe they called her that because of her wings. She was born with magnificent white wings that could retract into her back. They expand almost seven feet in both directions and allow her to take flight. Of course, she hasn't ever gotten to fly free in the open, but the government has her do weekly simulations and experiments to test the limits of her wings. Sometimes the tests are painful, but she still looks forward to them because they mean she gets to stretch her wings, which are constantly sore from lack of use. She also holds the ability to calm others with her touch--something that comes in handy when one belongs to a group of teens who have been tested on and manipulated since birth.
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 28, 2017 13:37:47 GMT -5
Penny looked to Lux and smiled. She walked out of the room and down the hall, checking in on her room for a moment. She grabbed a bag and put her brush and little stuffed animal in there. It was only for comfort, but she loved the little bear like a mother would love a son. She walked back out into the cafeteria and waited for River to finish up.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 13:44:37 GMT -5
(looks great, adding her now! feel free to hop in)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 14:00:55 GMT -5
"I was going to see if Angel wanted to join us, but I have a feeling Berry's already there, and I'm sure the others will trickle in eventually. It's been a while since we've done something as a group, yeah?" River has a habit of calling her Angel instead of Alaska - maybe he's just partial. It just fit her too well.
He ducked in his room briefly, letting the door stay open. His room was as tidy as ever. River had always been a rather neat person. He changed into a thinner, more breathable shirt but left the sweats on. He'd always preferred them instead of athletic pants or shorts. He let his feet stay bare - the floors were spotless, and he'd be taking off his shoes before stepping on a mat anyway.
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 28, 2017 14:08:57 GMT -5
Penny smiled and she walked over to the sparring room and opened the door. She peeked in and looked around, then snuck in quietly. She threw her bag against the wall and she looked around. Where’s the burner.... she asked herself, looking over to the place she normally set the burner. Very often it was moved, and usually turned off. She tried summoning the flame, but couldn’t find a flame to harness. After a while, she gave up and walked around the perimeter of the room to find the burner. “If anyone finds the burner, turn it on and tell me it’s on.” She announced, annoyance flickering across her face for a mere moment.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 28, 2017 14:40:16 GMT -5
When they arrived at the training room, River smiled, amused that he'd been right about Oberon being here already. Not wanting to interrupt his concentration any more than they already had, River did not call out a greeting, and gave him a wide berth as he joined Penny. At her obvious frustration, he chuckled, reaching into his back pocket and retrieving the lighter he'd snagged before leaving his room. They'd been stuck her a long time and, well, you started to anticipate things. "How's this?" he asked, flicking it open and sparking a small flame. Like her, he needed a source to draw from. However, it was much easier for him - there was water everywhere.
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 28, 2017 14:55:26 GMT -5
“Perfect,” Penny said, smiling and drawing on it. She finally felt the power in her chest, the kind that made her feel like the most powerful person in the room. It made her happy. She closed her eyes and took a deep, refreshing breath. “Thanks,” She said, opening her eyes and smiling at River. She ran across the room to her corner and just let a rip, bright white flames firing from her fingertips. “Holy *insert cuss word here* that was awesome,” she said to herself, smirking and bouncing like a child. She grabbed her bag and emptied its contents. With a quiet flicker, she set it alight so she could have a more permanent source to draw upon.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Dec 28, 2017 21:51:44 GMT -5
Alaska slipped quietly into the sparring room, wearing a fitted racer-back tank top, black leggings, and socks--she had a slight disdain for shoes. Not wanting to interrupt anyone, she walked over an empty corner and glanced over at the others, smiling as she watched her friends use their powers on their terms. There was nothing she enjoyed more. Taking a deep breath, she stretched out her arms, and shook her massive white wings from her back, letting out a small gasp of delight as they rapidly expanded on either side of her, then wincing when they smacked against the walls. She took a small step forward, then folded her wings slightly around herself, kind of like a blanket, and sat down to watch the others spar.
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Post by Nightfire on Dec 28, 2017 23:11:19 GMT -5
Ten | 18 | Gender | Asexual/ Straight Ten has back length long hair that is shaved on either side. She keeps in pinned back into a ponytail. She has fair skin with freckles covering her body. She is a short stockier person, standing at only 5 feet tall. She has large shoulders, calves and bust. She has silver-bluish eyes. She has a scar on her jaw and a little chunk of her ear taken out from when she was 12 and fought against the scientists. She is often times called "Princess", or "Disney Princess" because of her ability. She however hate that and gets very angry if she is called princess. She is a shy quiet girl, who doesn't talk much, at first but get to know her and she will show you her teeth. She doesn't talk much though. In fact she doesn't like people and prefers animals to people. She will however make herself heard if need be. She is fearless however. She is willing to try anything, or go any where. She isn't fond of most people. She has a soft spot for kids and animals. She is afraid of spiders, and the dark. Ten has the power to talk to animals. Not the most effective since not all animals want to listen to what people have to say. It takes time for her to learn an animals language to talk to them. She currently knows, household cat, Domestic dog, rat, mouse, Bat, and moth. She isn't the smartest in other sections but she is good in science fields, mostly biology.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Dec 30, 2017 18:31:36 GMT -5
(are we still rping?)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 31, 2017 17:15:33 GMT -5
(hey! sorry i haven't been active in the last couple days! i was on a trip and couldn't get online much)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 31, 2017 17:36:43 GMT -5
Ten | 18 | Gender | Asexual/ Straight Ten has back length long hair that is shaved on either side. She keeps in pinned back into a ponytail. She has fair skin with freckles covering her body. She is a short stockier person, standing at only 5 feet tall. She has large shoulders, calves and bust. She has silver-bluish eyes. She has a scar on her jaw and a little chunk of her ear taken out from when she was 12 and fought against the scientists. She is often times called "Princess", or "Disney Princess" because of her ability. She however hate that and gets very angry if she is called princess. She is a shy quiet girl, who doesn't talk much, at first but get to know her and she will show you her teeth. She doesn't talk much though. In fact she doesn't like people and prefers animals to people. She will however make herself heard if need be. She is fearless however. She is willing to try anything, or go any where. She isn't fond of most people. She has a soft spot for kids and animals. She is afraid of spiders, and the dark. Ten has the power to talk to animals. Not the most effective since not all animals want to listen to what people have to say. It takes time for her to learn an animals language to talk to them. She currently knows, household cat, Domestic dog, rat, mouse, Bat, and moth. She isn't the smartest in other sections but she is good in science fields, mostly biology. (welcome! my only problem with your character is that, since they've been underground and separated from society since they were very young, they wouldn't be able to remember any interaction with animals or other children)
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Dec 31, 2017 17:49:10 GMT -5
River watched the others - his makeshift family, and smiled, proud to see how far they all had come. He snagged a water bottle from a shelf kept pressed against one wall and took a sip, before drawing out the rest in a shifting orb. The ball hovered over his fingers, reflecting light onto the floor at his feet from the bright lights above them. Suddenly, the ball froze completely, and dropped into his palm. He didn't feel the chill of the ice - he'd never been able to. Seconds later, it was thawed again, breaking apart into dozens of smaller orbs, which surrounded the span of River's shoulders, floating as if they were waiting for instructions.
"Let's break it up a bit first," he said to Lux, cracking his knuckles. River approached one of the large sparring mats, bare feet pressing indentions into the material. "Pen!" he called, getting her attention from the other side of the room. "Wanna start with me?" It'd been a while since he'd fought her one-on-one, and River missed it. He enjoyed sparring with the girl due to the fact that their powers complemented each other so well - he could douse her flames, but she could make his water evaporate into nothing. It made the fight challenging, made him rely on his hand-to-hand more, and he always enjoyed it.
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Post by Peanutella on Dec 31, 2017 18:01:20 GMT -5
Penny glanced over at River, something sparkling in her eye. It wasn't quite Penny, but something in it could have been a part of her. She shook it away and jogged over to River. "Sure," she said, drawing up a ball of fire. It was red, the coldest form of fire. She smiled at River, the older look replacing the one in her eyes. "Shall we?" She asked, tossing the ball between her hands.
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Post by Nightfire on Jan 1, 2018 2:38:06 GMT -5
(But if they where testing on it and caught her talking to rats and Mice they would test her with cats and dogs?)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jan 1, 2018 14:37:33 GMT -5
(alright, I'm taking a slight leap here and saying that Alaska has a crush on River xD here it goes...)
Alaska pulled out a pencil and small notebook from the bag she had brought with her, and began to sketch the scene in front of her. Throughout the years, she had been keeping a journal of their lives--except, instead of writing, she drew. Her notebook was worn and tattered, but she cherished it, as it was filled with scenes that may have seemed insignificant to anyone else, but meant the world to her. Drawings of the group eating together, sparring together, or even simply talking. And River. She had lots of drawings of River. When she was younger, he saved her life after an especially bad experiment the scientists had performed on her--an experiment gone wrong. If it wasn't for River, she would have died, but his healing powers saved her. Ever since, she had been slightly in love with him. Every moment they shared made it to her notebook. Of course, none of those moments were anything out of the ordinary, but she drew them all the same. After drawing him again and again, she knew him by memory. His face. His hands. His eyes--oh how she loved his eyes. They were such a beautiful shade of blue. Just thinking about him brought a faint smile to her face and made her blush, and she sneaked a glance at him as he sparred with Penny. He was perfect. At least, he was to her.
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Asexual
𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞
the disguise pokémon
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Post by 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞 on Jan 1, 2018 18:48:38 GMT -5
{Gonna join this with the 7th spot, just have to type up my character~ c:}
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Asexual
𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞
the disguise pokémon
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Post by 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞 on Jan 1, 2018 19:39:11 GMT -5
7 (Frost) | 19 | Male | Bisexual Frost stands at 5'9" tall with a slender, yet slightly muscular body. He has pale skin with silver-colored hair that goes down to his mid-back with blue eyes. His looks are entirely caused by his powers. He's normally thought of as a shy and quiet person, who's quite insecure with his powers due to his fear of hurting others with it, most likely brought on by the scientist's tests. However, upon getting past his shyness, you'll find that he's actually quite friendly and very loyal and protective of those he considers friends. He'll often put other's needs before his, thinking of them as being more important than his own. He's an ice/snow elemental. With his powers, he can go from summoning simple snowflakes and sharp-tipped icicles from his hands, to summoning freezing winds, along with summoning a blizzard-like storm around himself to protect himself. His powers are more or less controlled by his emotions, which contributes to his fear of hurting someone with them due to how destructive and dangerous they could be. The only drawback of his powers being, the longer he uses them, the lower his body temperature gets. It starts in his hands and slowly spreads to his arms, lower body, legs before ultimately reaching his upper body and head. However, it hasn't reached the point of reaching his head yet. But he's gotten close, thanks to the scientists pushing him past his limits several times.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on Jan 3, 2018 4:41:36 GMT -5
Hey this looks interesting! If there are any spots open I'd love to join) (I believe spot 9 is open!)
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