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Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Proffesor Xavier's school was so popular throughout the year's, many others just like it branched off throughout the world, built in the likeness of the original crafted by the genious that is Proffesor X.
The year is 2008, and the last nail barely hit the floorboards to finish the academy before the door's had opend. This Academy was one of the first built in the likeness of Xaviers company of aiding students around the world. Built in a secluded spot along the hills of Ireland, this castle-like academy (even though placed in a far from public area) attracts many gifted youngsters from the area, and out of state alike. No background was rejected. (This roleplay is a offspring of the popular X-men school form the comics. We do not have a direct leader of the school such as Xavier, or most likely alot of staff, so alot of it will be self played throughout the roleplay. You may be a teacher or student and UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES are you to be a character form the comics. You may have similar powers, but Im making you have soem sort of creativity. NO CHARACTER SHEET IS NEEDED, JUST PLEASE DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER AND POWER IN YOUR ENTRANCE POST.)
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Build my fear of what's out there Cannot breathe the open air Whisper things into my brain Assuring me that I'm insane Last edited by Gelal The Damned : 03-19-2008 at 08:26 PM. Reason: Spelling 
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"Home sweet home..." Gelal murmurred, two heavy leather bags in each arm. Just the blooming age of 17, Gelal had trouble maker written all over his body. His physique was rather well toned, the boy standing close to 5'9 in height. Chest was adorned with a black wool wife beater, normal white stereo headphones held around his neck, the wire winding down the front, snaking into the CD player in his back pocket. Bushy, buck-wild black hair reaching shoulder length was thrown behind him, looking as if Gelal had barely even half-assed brushed it that morning.
Black jeans hung abit below his white boxers, held tight in place by a silver chipped studded belt. A long wallet chain strung down the left side of his pants, struck at the belt loop and lost in the depths of his back pocket such as the CD player. "Where might I get a Dorm, and who am I roomin' with?" He asked the front desk, the lady smiling back at him "Name?"- "Gelal" He retorted almost instantly, the woman seeming to be adgitated by the noise blasting from the headphones. Gelal's dark eyes stared her down, a smirk twisting acrost his chisled visage. "Gifts?" She asked. The smirk on Gelal's lips turned into a frown, the boy shifting his weight. "Electricity." He told her. "Excellent. You will be in room 122, west wing. You may wait here in the lobby, and greet your roommate." "And who may my roommate be?" he asked, not catching onto what she had meant by waiting for them. "Well, the next arrival will be suited in the same room." Gelal noddedd, sitting back in a blue chair, adjusting te headphones on his ears indulging in the sweet synphonies of Slayer.
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James at a height of 5'5" headed towards the front desk in his usual fashion, head held down looking like no one cared about him. His median sized hair was just enough to cover the top of his eyes when he held his head down, it was deeply black and seemed to mark death. His black emoish jacket was opened and extended itself below his wrists covering a bit of his hands. His blue jeans slightly dropped just enough to be noticed if you looked close enough.
As he headed to the front desk he finally lifted his head up, his face seemed to be made of stone giving no distinc emotion whatsoever. "Name?" "James." he said in an almost indestinct manor. "I'm sorry?" "James." he said now louder and more recognizable. "Alright, gift." "Shadow creation and manipulation." "Okay, you will be rooming in dorm 122 with that gentleman over there. His name is Gelal." "Cool." James headed towards the seat beside Gelal and just sat there with his head down, waiting for instruction. He never really did much of anything unless instructed to first. After a while he relised what Gelal was listening to. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to have 'raining blood' would you?"
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Gelal shifted his head to look at the kid who sat next to him, smiling at the question. "Cha." He said, removing the blue CD player form his back pocket, the surface nearly compeltely cover in black electrical tape to cover burns and scratches. Digits through leather, fignerless biker-glvoes poked at the arrow buttons untill he found the song, cranking the volume up on the headphones untill the knob refused to go anymore.Trapped in purgatory.... The headphones boomed, the secretary looking up from her paper work at the two gentle men, shaking her and looking back down as she said "Sit tight boys, you'll get your room key in a few mintues once we get just one more student. Opening day is a abit of a bore." She said, Gelal nodding and looking at James.
"Im Gelal." He put his hand out to shake James' hand. "What's your gift?" He asked him, this seeming to be more of easier groundbreaker rather then asing stupid questions like where you're from.
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"I'm James" he said putting his hand out as well and shaking it with a firm grip.
"..and I can do this." James pointed an open hand down a hallway and shot a smoky solid form of pure shadow out of it. Eventually the smoke dicepated and dissapeared. "And this." James now merely sat in his seat with his eyes closed, concentrating. Instantly the entire room's shadows grew and consumed the room in darkness. "Could you please stop that, I'm trying to work here." "Oh. Sorry ma'am." With that the room relit itself and James turned to Gelal. "So, what's your thing?"
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Gelal nodded his head, extremely impressed by the solid darkness that he was able to produce in such a quick manner. "Impressive." Gelal said, cocking his head back to throw his long, bushy hair behind him. "And this.. is me." He spoke, holding his hand up, all fingers curled down except his pointer finger wich shot straight up-right. Not a half-second passed after this motion did the lights in the lobby flicker several times, drawing a mean glare from the secretary cause him to abruptly stop. "And, Of course the party tricks.." He said, taking out a pack of matches in wich he layed on the floor.
Gelal's hand shot out as if he were flickign a card, a clear, white bolt of electricity flying from his fingertips in a concentrated blast, lighting the matches in wich he immediatly stomped and disposed of.
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Keith walked into the main room. He stood at around 6'2 and only age 17. His grey eyes looked around the room seeing a desk with a lady behind it.
Keith walked up to the desk, his hands in the pockets of his hunter orange zipup hoodie his thumbs through slits in the sleeves. "hey! i need a room" he said excitedly. "name" the lady asked "Keith" "powers" "ummmm" he said, trying to find the words. "creation" a voice said from a card around his neck, he nodded and smiled. "room 160, next in is your roomate"
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"Nice" James said in a very impressed manner.
Just as they were done with their little party, a very tall boy walked over to the front desk. Feeling ignored, James felt like returning the favor and return to the conversation. "So, when exactly are we supposed to get these roomkeys?"
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Gelal flipped his hair again, sizing up the boy who walked in. He exchanged a look with James that pretty much said 'screw him', seeing James was ratehr offended by being ignored. It happend to the best of them. "I think once we all get aquinted. Im pretty sure all of us enw arrivals are goign to be ont he same level. Some jazz like that." He said, switchign off his CD player replacing it in his back pocket. "I dont know about you, but Im eager to see some of the ladies that are applying here." Gelal said with a soft chuckle, pretending like he did not see the secretary beaming her sharp gaze at him.
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