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[TexanDingo]

Okay, tentatively stepping forward...

I don't know how presumptuous I'm being by putting my name forward in an RP that seems typically listed as invite only, what with me me being a new member to the guild and all, but I thought I should at least give it a try...

So:

NAME: Connor Pyre

ALIAS: Supplies

AGE: 22

GENDER: Male

APPEARANCE: 5'11, lean and toned muscular physique. A moderate sun-tanned complexion with shining, almost neon green eyes, a full, brown beard and leaf green hair that reaches his shoulder blades. Typically seen to be wearing black cargo pants, camo hi-top sneakers and a black button up collared shirt.

MUTATION: Portal manipulation. Connor is able to open portals of varying size for use in teleportation and seizing items. Currently, his limit is being able to transport two people through one portal, although Connor primarily uses his portals to procure items rather than travel. He has found that by clearly picturing the item that he desires, Connor can open a portal within grabbing distance of the object he wants, from jewelry to clothing to weaponry. Connor's main limitation to this power is that it requires clear concentration or he will end up with something that, whilst being similar to what he wants, is still not the object he desired (for example, he wants a clean pair of pants but ends up retrieving a freshly washed skirt.)
This is also the limit to his ability to use the portals for transportation. He must concentrate on the size of the portal as well as the intended destination. Connor is also incapable of seizing any object he has never seen, as he must form a clear mental image of the desired item in his mind. The only loophole he has found to this rule, however, is that he can be quite general with his search requirements at times (that is, he wants protection from bullets and retrieves a thick piece of metal), however there is no way of knowing what he will retrieve by doing this, or if the object will even be helpful to him at all.
Connor, through concentration, is also able to control the visibility of these portals. The can be unseeable to the human eye, voids of black space or even rippling portals, but these seem to be more for his own amusement more than anything else.

HISTORY: From a young age, Connor led a poor lifestyle. While he came from a healthy home under the parental guidance of his father, they were both still left wanting for much. His father was attempting to put himself through college for a better life for he and his son whilst Connor struggled with his own studies at school. He found himself quite gifted in terms of literature and, surprisingly enough, sports to some degree, however Connor opted for more solitary sports, becoming a decent martial artist in Tae-kwon Do, doing quite well in track and field and even exhibiting some skill in acrobatics, but still nothing extraordinary. He rarely came first, more commonly achieving second and third place.
It wasn't until his seventeenth birthday that Connor's abilities began to manifest. He would find himself hungry and wanting something to eat, only to find himself holding a bag of cookies in his hands. Once Connor was fully aware of his abilities, he realised he didn't need to want for anything ever again. He found himself with the latest consoles, televisions, games and even money at his focusing fingertips. He found he could open portals wide enough to abandoned homes to hide his loot. He was so overjoyed he never stopped to consider people may be missing their belongings.
It wasn't until Connor's father was arrested in connection to several electronic store robberies and bank vault thefts based on DNA evidence located at the crime scene that Connor realised the full implications of his actions. By the time the authorities realised that the evidence pointed towards a direct family member instead of his father, Connor had already fled through one of his own portals, leaving nothing more than a heartfelt letter of apology for his father, although Connor was unable to bring himself to tell his father of his newly discovered mutation.

For the next five years, Connor lived the life of first a wayward youth, then young adult, homeless for a time until falling in with a crowd where Connor's abilities proved useful. He earned the nickname 'Supplies' and fast became known as the guy to talk to if you wanted anything, although Connor never let on to how he came about his merchandise. It was only in recent months that Connor left that crowd behind, although he never made any mention as to why, as Connor was always a quite and private person. Since then, Connor has been living on the streets again, making his own way as best he can.

SAMPLE POST:
Connor looked up at the stars. He'd grown so tired of the city lights lately, all he wanted was clear skies and clean air right now. Music blared through his headphones from an old discman playing a CD he'd grabbed from his 'pocket'. MP3 players proved no good. He didn't have anything to use to upload new music. It didn't bother Connor anyway, the discman may be old, but from the $300 price sticker on the headphones, he knew he was getting steal. Connor grinned to himself. $300 headphones and he couldn't tell the difference between them and any other pair of headphones he'd ever grabbed. He felt sorry for the people who actually paid for these.
Connor continued looking up at the night sky, laying in the cool grass. He didn't know exactly where he was. Somewhere in the United Kingdom. He'd seen the picture on a travel show and decided it was time to get away from the hustle and bustle.

Next to Connor sat a gas camper cooker, gas cannister, a pot, a can opener and a can of his favourite stew. When he was done Connor figured he could just put the cooker and appliances back where they came from. Or at least try. He couldn't always be certain that they went back to where he put them, but hey, at least he tried, right? That has to count for something.
Reaching into his 'pocket', Connor pulled out a cold beer and cracked it open. Once dinner was done, maybe he'd get some sun. He'd seen a pretty nice beach on that travel show too. Connor smiled. Looked like there were plenty of topless sunbathers there too.
Connor continued to smile as he listened to his music and waited for his soup to cook. Yeah. That sounded like a good idea. Right after he finished enjoying the stars.

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So... I hope I at least make a positive impression for any future IC's or Recruitments!!!
Thanks, guy! :-D

[Nosuchthing]

I will post one tonight if you're still looking at them

[Hillan]

Name:
James William Knight
Code name: Jinx
Age: 17.
Sex: Male.
Appearance:
182 Cm tall. 72 KG heavy. He's fit but still slender.
He has a tattoo of a Pokéball on his left forearm.

Mutation:

Super-Human Metabolism:
He have super human metabolism, giving him enhanced physical capabilities.
However, it requires him to consume great amounts of food to keep his energy running.

Enhanced Physical Prowess:

Enhanced strength, agility, reflexes, speed and dexterity. All of it is pseudo-Super-human. He's not super-strong, and he still needs to exercise to keep his muscles working. He is able to bench press 400 KG. He can lift about half of that over his head. His agility could be likened to that of a adept gymnast. His reaction time is approximately less than a second, similarly to a trained marksman. His speed is on par with your average Olympic sprinter.

Enhanced Healing Factor:
About four times the natural human ability to regenerate.
He also regains his stamina quicker, which allows him to keep in physical stress for a great portion of time.

Probability Manipulation
Passively gives him changed luck. Either good, or bad. It's never big things, like winning on the lotto, but it can be such things like making himself stumble, often it's a combination of the two, leading to himself believing himself to be the luckiest loser on the planet.



Personality:
He is one nice, shy little nerd. Who'd usually sit around with his video-games, not paying much attention to much else than what High-Score to beat next. He is very sweet and kind, and is definitely not one to seek trouble. Yet, somehow, trouble keeps on finding him. Be it some thug breaking into his house, who got a little more than he bargained for.

Being a mutant hasn't changed James personality all that much, he's both scared of his powers, but also very excited over them. During his time at the institute, he have found it to be a very pleasant stay. There have been no real trouble, some people have been dicks to him, even here. But he have learned how to manage that. He is pretty smart, and is above average in history and science, and if it wasn't for how easily distracted he is from focusing, he could probably been good at Math, too.


History:
Born in Lawrence, Kansas. His father a construction worker, and his mother a writer. They made a decent earnings, enough to race James, whom was the sole child, at least. James's childhood was fairly normal, despite the fact that he was bullied in school, he were rather chubby as a child, and it kept him from playing with the rest of the kids, as he simply couldn't keep up with them. When he came into high-school, he suddenly began losing weight, in the span of four months, with some minor physical activity, he had dropped to a slim-fit, on the border of skinny from his previously fat self.

No one could really explain this, how could he have lost this much weight, when he kept eating the same, and with very little exercise. No doctor could make sense of this, except for one man, a bald man in a wheel-chair. Professor Charles Xavier, whom had explained to James and his parents how James's body had changed so much. He had explained how James's X-gene had become active, and that, thanks to equipment he have at his institute, he could locate James's signature when he had began his metamorphos. But Charles had been curious, and had waited to see what would become of the young mutant, as well as to be able to use the act to his advantage in the argument, because face it, people don't like it when you claim that their child is a mutant.

After a couple of days, James and his parents had decided that he would go to the institute, and so he did. One october day when he was only 15 years old. Since then, he have stayed there, and is getting along great with the staff, and even with few of the students. He is even practicing the use of his powers. However, at times, he still misses home.

He have been in contact with Nick Fury for quite some time, this is in secret though, and the only one who knows about this, safe for himself and Nick, is Charles Xavier. Reason that Fury has gotten in contact with James, is because his mutation is essentially the same as the Super-Soldier serum, the project that gave us Captain America in the 40's.

[Aura]

Waiting so I can post.....

[Draconis Nevyn]

NAME: Samuel Bowie

CODE NAME: Viridian

AGE: 19

GENDER: Male

MUTATION: Concussive energy manipulation - Hamish's ability manifests as green-coloured energy which he utilises to create blasts, beams and personal barriers. The extent of his strength with this energy is determined by how much energy he himself has, as he has to use his own personal energy to generate these attacks or maintain a successful barrier. This can lead to over-exertion, passing out or possibly even death. However it is possible that he will gain more control over this ability through practice and use so he will be able to use it more efficiently and using less energy.

The colour of Samuel's energy.

HISTORY: Samuel was born in Scotland to a father who worked as an engineer and a mother who didn't work, yet helped Sam with many of his problems. He grew up in a relatively happy household on the outskirts of Edinburgh and was a good student in school and rarely got detention. at home he was conscientious and helpful, though he had the occasional argument with his parents as children do. Although an intelligent boy with great interest in science, he was often foolish and messed around often in class, which didn't help his grades though he sobered up once he moved to America.

One day, however, Samuel's father came home (Although unknown to Sam, his father had just been fired and this had caused his ability to manifest, which was the ability to fall into a savage, uncontrollable rage, with slightly increased strength and endurance) and began to savagely beat his mother, it was a complete surprise and caused understandable distress to Sam, whose ability manifested. This caused him to blast his father with an energy blast, who was killed. Samuel used so much energy he was knocked out for several days. When he awoke he was in hospital and was told by an official that his mother was dead from being beaten and his father had been killed by a fire of some kind, though they had to admit they were clueless as to how. Their main theory was that a gang of mutants had killed them and tried to kill Sam, but failed for whatever reason. Samuel wisely kept his mouth shut and nodded soberly, wishing he would wake up properly and would see his father and mother again.

After a week under observation, Samuel was released from hospital and moved to America with his aunt, a woman who despised all mutants and what they could do (She also tried to force these views on Sam constantly, without much success). Samuel tried learning how to use his abilities so that he didn't lose control of them again, he had heard of people attacking mutants and didn't want it to happen to him. He kept his head down and practised in secret until he found another mutant, one with the simple ability to breathe underwater, she was in hiding from an organisation and attempting to get to some school for mutants, though Sam felt a little sceptical about this he decided to look for it with her anyway. Sam had been searching for the school for a long while without any success and was now by himself, the girl having disappeared in the night a few days before.

SAMPLE POST: Soren awoke the next morning to a chill around his ankles. As he sat up, he realised that his covers had been thrown around the room and that Alia still wasn't back yet. Casting his head around, he tried to both wake up and think about why she might not be back. Eventually he decided to deal with it later and get up. As he got out of bed he walked over to the window and closed it, it had been warm the night before but warm in the morning. Sam then walked over to his clothes and pulled them on, once he had finished buckling his belt, he sat on the bed and decided what he was going to do next, where he was going to go.

Pulling on his coat and backpack, Sam prepared himself for the trip by himself. He looked at his watch, time for his practice, like he did every morning, he sat up and charged his fist with energy, which he formed into a coherent ball of energy. After a few seconds, he released his hold over the energy and watched it dissipate.

"I think I'm getting better at that." he said with a chuckle. Just then, the doorbell rang and caused Sam to jump, he rose to his feet and walked over to the door, opening it straight away. He was surprised to see that, standing there were two official-looking gentlemen and not Alia.

"Hello there, Sam, we've been looking for you" The first man said as the pair took several steps into the apartment, closing the door behind them.

[BloodVendetta]

I'm digging all of your characters guys, but I have to wait for my partner in crime....idk why she hasn't logged on, but I am relating all of this interest to the other members of my group and I'll get back to you all as soon as I can .

[Nosuchthing]

Full Name: Victoria Hale

Code Name: Dust

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Nationality: American

Appearance: Victoria is an albino, everything, her skin, lips, hair, is a pure, snowy white. Her face is thin, gaunt even and despite the already unnatural colour of her skin it is often hard to shake the feeling that she is paler than she should be. She's not very tall, standing only 5'5, and her body is thin and drawn from stress, if you saw her undressed she would be painfully thin, but it is not by choice. Perhaps her most unnerving quality however, is her eyes. They are white, the pure pearly white of the blind but despite this they possess an unnerving, penetrative gaze.

Courtesy of Barsavis

Mutation: Victoria was born blind, it is a condition that affects about one in three thousand children and while it was upsetting, it was not something that could not be lived with. She was also, at the time perfectly normal in appearance and every other part of her body except her eyes. When she was seventeen she changed, her skins melanin began to mutate, and she was afflicted by flashes of vision and agonizing migraines. Doctors could do nothing, and when the corruption of her genes set in she had turned completely white all over her body. She struggled more in society after that, being blind was hard enough, but blind and a mutant led to persecution and even assault.

One day, nearly two years later she checked into the hospital with unusual hallucinations, it was as though she could see, and, to the doctors shock it seemed that she could. however, it was still unusual, it allowed her to see a split second into the future. It bypasses her long dead optical nerve and is delivered straight to the brain. Not only that but she can hear a split second into the future as well, this conflicts with what she hears normally and she has to concentrate to follow conversations and not answer questions before they are asked. This offset temporal perception gives her what appear to be blindingly fast reactions, but in reality, she has already begun to react before it's happened. The second effect of this are visions of the future (at the disgression of the GM), though only flashes, in her dreams and occasionally when she is awake, these are preceded and followed by crippling migraines. The nature of these visions means they can only show her brief flashes of disasters and other events that leave an indelible impression on the fabric of time. These are however, not set in stone, it is simply one possibility that can be changed, the future is not written.

Victoria's ability is purely mental, but for some reason is particularly susceptible to telepathic interference. Almost any telepathic touch to her mind will skew with her sight in some way, either removing it entirely or eliciting another glimpse of the far future. Also, due to the conflicting messages of her ears and 'second sight' she can be disorientated easily by loud and varied noises and off course if you move fast enough you can hit her before her, albeit early, reaction can stop her attacker.

Non-Mutant Skills: Victoria was never able to do much physically, sports were often an ability beyond her reach, and she tended to spend a lot of time thinking and reading, though since gaining her vision she has read less, struggling with normal writing and losing motivation to read in braille. She loves music, and is a talented singer and pianist, though she usually confines her 'performances' to her room, being uncomfortable performing in front of an audience.

Personality: Usually quiet and understanding, her struggles as a mutant and her since exacerbated struggles communicating have shortened her temper. While she can read braille easily she still struggles to read normally, and can get very defensive over anything she views as a criticism. She tends to be a loner, isolated by her appearance and unnerving habit of answering questions before they have been asked. She also still struggles moving, though she can see, sometimes reacting a split second too quickly can be a bad thing and she is still learning how exactly to get used to her sight and how that affects her.

She hasn't had an easy life, she was raped, and still struggles to come to terms with it, hating to be touched at all and having little to no love for humanity as a whole. If you can earn her trust however, she is steadfastly loyal, though fragile, and more in need of support than she is at offering it.

Background: Victoria was born blind though otherwise without any physical defect. It was hard to raise a blind child, but her parents managed it, enrolling her in a school dedicated to children with similar conditions where she proved to be a remarkable student. Victoria lived a, relatively normal life. Then, when she turned seventeen she fell sick, very sick. She was in the hospital for two weeks, and continued to worsen though the doctors could find no issue with her body except for a steady degeneration of pigmentation cells. None of it made any sense, then after the two weeks it vanished, just like that. The doctors couldn't explain it, nor could they explain why she had turned a pure snowy white.

She struggled to cope in society after that, to be blind was hard enough, to be blind and a mutant was worse. She was subjected to verbal and even physical abuse in broad daylight sometimes. The authorities seemed to care little and there was rarely any help coming. She was blind, so had no way of defending herself and when a group of drunken men dragged her into an alleyway she was beaten half to death and raped. It was then that her mutation manifested, she could see the men beating her, but she felt the pain after the image. When she checked herself into hospital she thought it must just be some sort of weird hallucination. When the doctors offered her water however, and she could see and hear it in her head, she realised that some miracle had given her back her sight. It wasn't long before she realised that it was offset from her actual time, and she could in effect see into the future.

With little in the way of support after the event, she struggled on in silence, her parents did their best, but they couldn't deny the fear of her they felt and she could feel them growing steadily apart. Her new power continued to both amaze and frustrate her, she could see! But it wasn't the blessing she had once thought it would be, the world was cold, grey and uncaring and many things that she'd once found easy were confusing now that she could see. Reading was a struggle, a humiliating one and without the ability to 'close her eyes' she finds it hard to motivate herself to read in Braille, as such she dislikes working alongside others, though she is easily at the level of those her age she struggles because of her childish reading and writing level. One of the few things that still consoled her was her piano, simply allowing her to drift away and respond to her musical instincts.

Before long though, her parents heard of the Academy, and though they feared her, in their own way they couldn't help but love her and they still wanted the best for her. Although, and they never told her this, they wanted her out of the house as well. They applied to the Academy and it wasn't long before they recieved a letter offering Victoria a place. She jumped at the chance, at least she would be away from the persecution she suffered.



Sample Post:
She woke up drenched in sweat, the dreams had come again and she grimaced as a sharp pain flashed through her temple. She stumbled out of bed, moving along a path long since committed to memory, one she could follow blind, and had for years. She found the medicine cabinet as another crippling flash of pain burned through her head, and she almost collapsed, holding onto the sink for support. She gasped for air, pulling a bottle out and rattling two pills into her hand. She dry swallowed them, forcing them down what felt like a hard unyielding tube rather than her throat. She tried to fill a glass, managing to get a little in from the tap and moistening her mouth and throat with what felt like pure nectar.

She couldn't remember much of the dream, just brief flashes, a dark figure looming over her, hand outstretched. To help? To harm? She didn't know, then it had all been obliterated in a flash of white pain and she woke up. The dream had been less frequent since she'd recieved the letter from Xavier's academy, but they still hurt on the occasions when they did come and they always left her with no idea of what they might mean. It was frustrating, she only hoped she wouldn't have to share a room at the Academy, she'd learned not to show any weaknesses.

Then she heard the engine rumbling outside. It was quiet, quiet enough that it hadn't woken her parents. She stripped off the sweat damp, clinging pajamas, pushing them into the wash basket, and dressed quickly, grabbing her small suitcase and the rucksack. She paused at the door to the kitchen, then dropped the letter onto the kitchen table. It was the first thing she'd written without braille, the writing was messy, ill-formed and spiky. She almost ran, but had that familiar feeling opening the door, seeing it open before she'd moved, that sudden moment of terror that it would hit her and jerking back before it had gone an inch. She blushed in embarrasment at the guy in the suit waiting outside, he took her bags and she followed him, stumbling down the steps and nearly falling, catching herself at the last moment. The car was a simple subdued black hire car, her parents had booked it for her, they'd said they'd get up to see her off but she had sensed the reluctance and relief behind their words, this way was better. The driver opened the door and she got in, lying back and letting the numbing wave of the drugs wash her slowly down into, thankfully, dreamless slumber.

She woke on a plane, she couldn't remember getting on, she must have still been half asleep. Regardless, she'd ended up here, and there had been no nightmares, no dreams, it had been her first dreamless sleep in a long time. Maybe it was a sign that something was changing for the better. They landed ten minutes after she woke and when she got off the plane she couldn't help feeling optimisitic about what was to come.

[PoisonLilies]

Hello guys I am the person Blood was telling you about I am back and will look over your CS now.
I am sorry it took so long.
We will get back to you by tonight for sure no more keeping you waiting.
This also means no one can put up CS beyond this post. SORRY

[ShifterMaster]

that is quite alright, life can be unexpected at time. I would like to thank you for giving us a chance none the less

[Shoryu]

Hurrah ^.^ I'm all eager to get posting, but I know I still have to wait for the notification that enough have posted for us to 'surface' IC XD