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(( Post Your Char sheet and RP post if you wana join. Your char must be gifted, talented or unusual. Must not be human.
Your char recieved a letter about the school. It is your first day.
Your char could also be a teacher in which case it is not their first day. ))

Name: India Martin

Age: 16

Appearance: http://www.intomedia.org.uk/CMS/data...hotos/6064.jpg

Personality and Bio: India is an awkward charecter. She is picky over who she likes and dislikes. She has been in and out of Foster Homes all her life because of her Mutation. She can transform into a tiger. Sometimes, because she cannot control her power, she transforms by accident. Recently, she was fostered for the first time and that was when she recieved the letter about School for The Gifted and Talented. India has two flip personalitys: Her shy, quiet side. And her tiger side: Confident, loud and agressive. She is a good, loyal friend when she eventually gets one, but finds that people are put off by her strange ways.


"Darn suitcase," India hissed as she dragged her large, brown suitcase up the path towards the iron gates of the school. It was a sunny day, with a cool breeze. But the heavy cuitcase was ruining the moment. This school would be able to help her. That was why she came here. She wanted to be able to control her power. It was ruining her life. When she was nearly there, the suitcase scraped the back of her ankle for the millionth time. "Damn it!" she said loudly and dropped the darn thing on the floor. Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair. Pepople were looking at her. 'Great way to start your new school, Doofus!' she scolded herself. She didn't even know where her dorm was. She didn't know what to do. All she knew was that she was here, the useless, stupid suitcase at her feet, in front of everyone. She hid behind her tousled blonde hair and tried to blend in with everyone else. She stared at the ground, wondering if it could open a hole big enough for her to jump into and hide in until someone came and found her...

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Name: Orin Tenebræ

Age: 17

Appearance: Salt and Pepper hair, pale skin with almost a blue hue, 5'11'' tall, slim build

Orin is very reserved, and keeps to himself out of the fear of angering others. He received his letter five days after being sentenced to rehabilitation. His problem is that he is quite literally disconnected from his shadow, often taking a lot of effort to keep the two together because if they seperate he becomes ex-animate and creates havoc with other peoples' shadows. He's perfectly content on his own, never having had any friends, and prefers it that way because he doesn't know how to handle other people because all they've done is isolate and chastise him. He worries that there might be a difference between his corporeal self and his shadow.

Orin heard the small giggles coming from the other people around him. He looked over and saw why they were laughing; a girl had dropped her suitcase. Knowing how frustrating and cruel other people could be he walked over to her, and for the first time in a long while he talked with someone openly.
"Umm..hi..do you need help with that?" he asked her, blushing as he realized that he stammered.

Name ;; Chris Miller

Age ;; 17

Appearance ;; Tall, muscular build. Slighty tanned. Rough brown hair that is always spiked yet it constantly looks messy.

Personailty and Bio ;; Chris has always been a trouble maker. Nothing could ever stop that, he was always the biggest kid in his class and the strongest. Yet people still picked on him. He always took it. Until one day in Primary School he turned around and knocked a boy through the wall. The boy survived .. but is now in a wheel-chair. The school imeddiately threw him out and his family became totally broken. His mother left and his father was drug addict. One day he was sitting and the father tried to inject him only for the needle to snap, he learned his skin was harder than the normal persons and this was to explain why he missed most of his childhood pre-school jags. His father was totally freaked and threw him out, the last resort for him was a foster home, but this backfired as he got older he became more and more into crime until he recieved a letter that said they could help him .. he accepted and is now enrolled at the school for the Gifted and Talented!

Chris arriving at the giant gates of what seems to be a very nice school, gets out of the car he has arrived in. The sun gleaming into his eyes, he places his shades over them to protect them, but also to look cool. He gets out of the car and goes to the trunk of it and takes out a large case. Its black and looks to be brand new, the wheels on it are shining but wont be long as he walks up the dusty pathway ahead of him. He looks around and see's loads of new faces and different accents, this place seems to alright he thinks to himself .. then he turns to see the girl that has dropped her case. She is very pretty and looks to be angered at her case falling apart, he looks to see another boy standing there attempting to help her, he decides against going over to help and sits on a seat that is very close to him, watching as the people of the school walk pat him.

Name:Simon Kilroy
Age:15
Gender:Male
Appearance:5'7", white, jet black short hair, green eyes

Simon is a pyro, but he just doesn't like to play with fire, he can control it...somewhat. When he was just a baby, he accidentally killed his father by making the man's cigarette explode in his face. Since then, Simon has learned how to control his power, but sometimes in extreme emotion, things happen.

I don't want to go to this school, this school is for preps and nerds!
Simon attempted to readjust his starchy collar as he saw his mother's streamlined, balck convertible leave him and drive out of site. He turned to look back at the majestic building in front of him, and the swarm of adolescents before him. damn I wish mom let me keep my matches.
about ten feet away, he sees a pretty girl on the ground and another boy trying to help her, he trys to hold back his snicker, but his white teeth show through his thin lips.

Name: James Newby

Age:17

Appearance:

Personality and Bio: James had always been a angry child, coming from a broken home where his mother left when he was 6, and his father both drank and eventually started to beat him until the age of 10. That was when he discovered he could cool the air around him intensely (-50 C) and even create and control the ice that was made from the moisture in the air, this came when his father had been beating him, the fright and pain created had made James form large shards of ice that then impaled his father several times. Since then he had found his mother who had become a prostitute, and had several more children that he also killed himself. Since then James has been charged with many different things, most being assault, to even robbery, until he had done the worst, he killed a police officer. Instead of being put in jail he was instead sent to a detention center and been through many foster homes until he had received his letter, that was the only escape that came, and James jumped for it.

James had been leaning against the wall of the majestic school, watching people who passed by him with his rather intense emerald eyes, a lop-sided smile also accompanying it on his darkly tanned face, both of which only just noticeable behind the curtain of jet black hair that was always over his face. He didn't truly want to be here, but it seems that it was his only choice since there was no way he would have freedom otherwise. As he continued watching those that passed him, James crossed his rather toned arms across his chest and looked on down the path leading to the doors. James could already tell there would be people he could tolerate, and those he would dislike. He had to work on his people skills again after being away from others for so long, and that was when he spotted another boy stooping to help a girl who had just dumped his books. "It is a shame that people are so inclined to help others they do not even know." Was the only thought he allowed to be heard as it ran through his mind before he then stood up and walked back down the stairs he had so recently climbed, his strides long and fluid, and his attitude cold as ever as he sat down on the low stone wall outside the school. James would just have to make the best of this, and hope that he didn't ruin his chance at a new life.

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Simon began to walk through the throng, the other kids around him, seem to know eachother and he can't help thinking about the girl that fell, maybe i should have helped her, ah, fuck it. He spots a youth staring blankly into the croud, leaning on a wall. Simon decides to approach him

Name: Xavier Shaal

Age: 17

Appearance: 6'2" not built but does have a bit of muscle, black long hair that if moved right covers his face, (resembles vincent from final fantasy 7 dirge of cerebus for thos who know what im talking about) usually wears a light brown trench coat.

Personality and Bio: abandoned as at an early age Xavier learned how to vanish from sight but what he didn't realize till here latly that he was manipulating the earth to move him to a different place. he is a very reserved kind of person only speaks when he finds it necessary and doesn't like conflict. he's very strong willed and strong minded although is also very stubborn.

While he was standing under the steps he heard what James had said "Why do you consider it a shame" Xavier asked as James passed him at the bottom of the steps. Xavier had seen the girl walk up. She deffinatly seemed frustrated and the other giggling students weren't really helping. Xavier was glad someone decided to see if she needed help.

James had been sitting on the wall for only a few moment before his line of sight was rather rudely interrupted, causing him to frown slightly as he looked him up and down. "What do you want?" he asked, the cold nature of his voice very much apparent now and the flash of his already intense emerald eyes helped reinforce his displeasure. He didn't much like being approached by people so suddenly, after all, it was he had his freedom taken from him so long ago after the cop had made the same mistake. He didn't care what the boy could do, or why he was here, only that he was in his immediate space. James had been looking Simon up and down constantly, never blinking once, and keeping his stare fierce, until he had heard a voice behind him. "It is just a shame that people try to earn favors by pretending to care." He whispered again, narrowing his eyes at the two below.

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Simon was about to greet the other student, but a screeching bell sounded and the swarm of people gravitated him away, and inside the gigantic building. Inside smelled very rich and thick, as if the air were tangible, Simon was glad to look up and see a very large and ornate chandelier above him, and torches on the walls...live flames! He shoved his way through a red-headed boy and stopped just inches from the fire. he stared deeply into it and could feel its pulsing, he made it grow, just a little. "young man! Be on your way!" he turned around to see a very tall, and very wide, man, with a jacket and slacks on. must be a prefect he turned to the torch only for a moment, then paced towards and past the prefect towards his first class "chop chop now!" fucker

Xavier walked up the stairs as the bell rang "I do not mean to earn favors it was merely a question" he said passing James once inside the doors he saw Simon run up to a torch on the wall and stare at it for a while silly child play with fire and you get burned he thought as soon as a prefect asked Simon to be on his way. Xavier simply walked to his class calmly and steadily oddly enough was the same one Simon walked in.