The Academy Rebooted - The Demon Awakens

[Paragon]

You do not belong in this world anymore.

That was what the card had said when I received it. I had been one of the Hunted. One of the people running away afraid of the future that was waiting for us. All this card had was that message and a strangely long phone number directly below it. It looked so tempting. A mysterious offer of salvation from the people coming for me. Maybe some regretted that they disappeared from the normal world. Maybe the card brought them damnation rather than peace and hope.

I was going through a mental breakdown at that time. I didn't sleep for two days straight. The exhaustion was pounding inside my head and my muscles screamed for me to stop. Only my survival instincts forced my body to keep going. When I continued to run and run, I became confused as to who was chasing me. That night, who was it? Was it my hallucinations? Or was it them?

I never got to know. I was in the local park at that time, in a quiet neighborhood. The occasional dog bark would scare me. I crouched low in in the old roots of a giant oak like my life depended on it. Really, it did. They were coming. I could feel them all around me in the pitch black darkness. I knew that they could have found me very quickly. They challenged themselves to find me in the darkness which made me invisible. It was all a show to scare me, to get me to make a sound.

That's why I made the call. The card had told me what had changed. I didn't belong. Somehow, the phone number was on a speed dial. Turning on my mobile briefly, I tapped my finger against the touch sensitive screen, and I decided my fate. It was time for me to go.

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Welcome to the Academy!

Everyday normal people walk around you, going about their normal everyday business. For one second, broaden your eyes to the possibilities. What if everything that was normal to you was actually hiding something? What if you were hiding something?

We are the ones who live in the darkness. In the nooks and crannies of society that people ignore. Some of us aren't ignored but rather unseen. Our nature is never revealed to the ones who don't have the Gift.

Fifteen years ago a man named Edward Halladay created the Academy. On a remote location hidden from the all-seeing eyes of satellites he made the last beacon of hope for the world.

You see, before he became that extraordinary man he used to be a criminal. Not any kind of criminal though; he was Gifted. He used his power for the wrong side. Instead of using it for justice and all that was good he mercilessly killed and butchered people, forced to do it against his will.

Eventually he decided to break away. Taking the amazingly large sum of money stolen from banks with him, he overpowered the people who restrained him and fled. Going away to a location on Earth that nobody is aware about, he started to build. With his powers over magnetic fields he created the Academy with a group of Gifted he deemed worthy. He intended to build a force that would fight against the people he was imprisoned by.

The Academy was built. Slowly, troubled youths and insane adults who had their Gifts were gathered by Halladay and the founders of the Academy. Steadily they all regained their confidence and decided to fight. Due to the Academy's actions they were noticed by the intelligence agencies of governments worldwide. Soon enough every president, prime minister, king and queen was aware of the existence of the Gifted. The people who had superpowers inscribed in their genetic code, ten times more complex than average human DNA. Instead of claiming the Academy for themselves, every single country decided to invest in the dream Halladay was building. If they gave the Academy the financial support it needed, the world would no longer have to hide the fact that there were evil Gifted using their powers for crime that could not be stopped by normal police officers.

Thus, the Academy was truly born. Over time Halladay developed a system that could find Gifted anywhere in the world. After that, he found specific Gifted capable of creating small sized wormholes that they could use to go anywhere in the world as long as they had some sort of image.

With it's incredibly advanced technology and resources, the Academy has saved Gifted and normal people alike from the Hunt. Saved from the criminals pursuing Gifted to trap and grow them into weapons of questionable intent.

Eight people maximum for this role play. People will be replaced if they drop out.

Everyone has received a card like my character did in that little intro up there. In your most desperate time you call the number and suddenly feel extremely sick. After a feeling similar to your insides being pulled out through a wad of honey, you appear at the entrance of the Academy, glancing around at the people with impossible abilities. Someone seems to have grabbed you from one place and dropped you into another as you see a group of them quickly vanish and reappear with more people. You follow the arrows on the ground lit up with a beautiful blue light, until eventually you reach some sort of dispenser giving away miniature electronic tablets. These will be your guide to the Academy. They will tell you when lessons are, where you need to go, and are also a handy way of communicating with others. First thing it will do is direct you to your room.

The Academy will teach you all in groups of four. It's goal is to harness your powers and put you in full control. When the day comes, you will have to go back out into the real world and keep the whole supernatural business a secret while fulfilling the purpose of the Academy. Both groups have separate lessons but the missions are done together. I will inform you guys of what lessons will have to be done. Normally, these will let you roam freely within the lesson, so it is possible to fulfill the objective in a variety of ways. Well, as long as it fits my visual description of the lesson you're undertaking. Work together in these lessons, because their intention might be to injure you. Basically, put yourselves in your own danger based on what the lesson can do.

One person in each group will be appointed the Captain. First come first serve in that case. Note that the Captain isn't necessarily the one who gets the ideas which have to be followed; he/she is merely implementing and conducting the plan that the GROUP has decided on.

During your free time you are allowed to develop your characters and hopefully piss each other off (or as the formal say it: Test the boundaries of one's patience). The Academy has everything, the limit is your imagination. Just remember that it's pretty big and really technologically advanced. I'm guessing just about finished researching how to make hover craft. Anything you guys come up with I will record. So technically, you're allowed to shape the Academy as you all see fit. Like a world-building role play, but instead only focused on the Academy.

No one quite knows what surrounds the Academy. The only entrance is via the wormhole network which transports people in and out via the Entrance Hall, or in some special cases anywhere in the Academy. Only the highest authorities in the Academy actually know what sort of environment it is in or even it's location at all.

The Danger Rooms:

The Danger Rooms are chambers found in the Danger Room Facility within the Academy complex. The danger that can be found in them is rated by colors: Green is the safest with only scrapes and bruises, Orange is the middle value consisting of open wounds which are non lethal and Red being the most dangerous in which death is an actual possibility.

Architect added to this by designing the doors of the Danger Rooms as oval, sliding doors that can only be opened via a code inserted into a holographic key-pad.

The Entrance Hall:

Previously mentioned, the Entrance Hall is exactly what it says on the tin: It is the main entry point to the Academy. It is wide, long and has a curved roof, somewhat like a semicircular prism. This is where about eighty per cent of the computers controlling the worm hole network (sustained by superhumans who have the ability) is located.

Cyan added to this by establishing that the wormhole network is controlled by a multiple pairs of hardware, consisting of 'glowing machines' and computers. These machine are most likely the servers which relay the location in which a wormhole must be made to the wormhole generators, though that information still needs to be refined at a later point, in case anyone has an imaginative use for these glowing machines.

Name:
Gender:
Age: (17-25)
History: (If you want it to be secret, send it to me as proof you've done it)
Power: (1 only)
Personality:
Appearance: (Words are preferred. Just describe your character as if it was a first glance)

Name: Zack 'Zero Force' Fisher

Gender: Male.

Age: 18

Appearance: About 5'7", Zack is a cross between an ectomorphic and mesomorphic body shape. His tanned body (due to him being from Arabic descent) is slim and with no impressive muscles that can easily be seen by the overly curious eye looking at him bare chested. In terms of his face he seems to have no defining features, as if he could be described as having a 'normal' face. No pointy nose, no prominent chin... Just his face. With dark brown eyes, his irises can barely be distinguished from his pupils. Short black hair covers his head, slightly curly and never growing downwards like others with straight hair.

History: Zack's life was eerily normal. He was part of a family of four, including his parents and sister Amelia. They were a travelling family, given quick permission to go to other countries due to the father's job as a diplomat. Zack's mother in the meanwhile worked in biotechnology, contributing to projects in countries that they moved to. Both parents were busy with their important jobs of course, and Zack could see that as being fair enough. Thankfully, he had Amelia to keep him company most days when the travelling stopped them from making lasting friends outside the family.

Eventually, he settled in the United Kingdom for more than one year in order to do finish the studying required before he could go to college. When he was 17 everything changed, because people had started to break through the attention barrier surrounding Zack. First, they highlighted the flaws in him. His one special trait being that he had none. Then it was his seclusion from others. Then it was his 'weird' accent which many would describe as a strange mix of American and Russian. Then it was his physical ability in sports.

The last aspect was what started getting him bullied by almost everyone he met. Thugs on the street would make a beeline towards him. Generally nice people would be unreasonable cruel to him. They had noticed something and they were going to make Zack pay for it.

They noticed his powers. From a young age, Zack could control the energy of all movement. Anything that didn't stay still was affected by his prescence up from the age of 16. Breezes circulating around suddenly stopped. People riding on bikes suddenly slowed down no matter how hard people pedalled. Of course, this was happening because Zack wasn't usually paying attention. He naturally siphoned off small bits of kinetic energy and stored it within himself. Disturbed by the weird things going on around Zack, people aimed their sights at Zack.

It wasn't long before the attention of criminals and rich people would fall on Zack. Forced to run from home, he left and didn't come back for three days. Constantly pursued everywhere he went. People with rifles and guns hidden in suitcases followed him to keep him running and exhausted. Eventually, Zack gave up. He went back home to find his family gone. No traces except for a broken window in the living room and a few droplets of blood. Tearing drawers and anything that contained anything, he tried to find some sort of message left behind by his family. Three days he'd been inflicted with severe paranoia.

That was until his found the card sealed in a black envelope. Taking it with him without looking, he went out and walked in the park. When the people following him decided that they had had enough playing chase with Zack, they moved in to kidnap him. Hiding in the darkness of night, by a tree in the park, he called the number and vanished to the Academy.

A year had passed since his acceptance. In just a year Zack proved himself to be a colossal failure at everything. He was literally the lowest ranked student in the Academy. He couldn't direct his powers because he had motion sickness, to the point of other students giving him the nickname 'Zero Force' (apparently superhero names which suck are the next best thing in the Academy). He failed at physical tests because he wasn't strong enough to complete them. He failed at teamwork exercises because no one paid attention to him and when they did it was always negative.

Now 18 years old with no friends in an Academy that he can't escape from, Zack writes letters to his missing family every day and keeps them in his room, waiting for something that will come to save him.

Powers: Kinetic Energy Manipulation

-Zack's main source of kinetic energy is from a small organ in his body which siphons the movement energy from his bloodstream. He can release this kinetic energy in multiple ways which are specialized in utility rather than combat.
-Zack is able to siphon kinetic energy from objects around him rather than his bloodstream. This needs to be done manually and takes a huge amount of concentration to do because he feels sick when doing it. The advantage is that he stores more kinetic energy in this way which he can release to achieve better results which aren't only for utility.
-Zack can embue things with the extra kinetic energy that he has stored within himself e.g. he can make things faster.

Personality: One word that could be used to describe Zack is probably eccentric. Most times he is a moody individual who complains a lot because he thinks he has no one to lose. Sometimes he is simply neutral with people and doesn't express the usual emotions shown in social situations. Rarely is he ever happy, and it is hard to describe how he is when that happens. It's a mystery as to how he acts when he is happy, because there are a variety of scenarios that have been seen.

[Cyan]

General
Name: Maria Lynn
Known as: Maria
Age:17
Country of Origin: England
Ability: Regeneration
Weapon of choice: Firearms

Appearance
Weight 137 lbs
Height: 5'7"
Hair Colour: Dark Chocolate
Hair Style: Loose curls, shoulder length
Eye Colour: Dark Green
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned
Attire: Wears Jeans, t-shirt and polo-neck cardigans casually but when ever she is meeting other people tends to wear dresses. For special occasions she is never seen in anything but a suit and tie.
Other Noticeable Features: Nothing in particular.

Personality/History
Maria has been brought up believing she is the source of all her father's suffering and her mother's illness. Maria's mother had been getting increasing ill since Maria's birth and crippled under hefty medical bills, Mr. Typhon Lynn became stressed well beyond normal human levels, unable to support himself, his wife and his daughter. He turned initially to alchol, which only made things worse until Maria reached puberty, when her Gift became most apparent and then Mr. Typhon Lynn resorted to violence and the destuction what he thought had crushed his plans and dreams.Maria recieved beatings frequently, rarely left without bruises or cuts. At first it was terrifying, she was weak and little and the torture seemed unending. Every night before bed she'd recieve lashings of shoe, belt or whatever else was to hand until Typhon grew tired. She'd sleep where she was, getting up had a habit of setting him off again. When the loon had finally fallen asleep, often in the very early hours of the morning, it was her sick mother that placed her in her bed, tucked her in and kissed her good night. It was now the real nightmare began. Maria would awake for school with no evidence of last nights attack on her. No fractures or broken bones, no open cuts, no bruises, no scratches. Not even aches from the physical exhaustion of fighting to defend herself. It was as if it never happened. Her father had left for work and her mother was still resting, leaving Maria to fix herself breakfast, checked she had everything she needed for that day and would leave her little flat and have to pretend to the world that nothing happened. She was too scared to talk to anyone that might have helped and without any lasting physical evidence, it was unlikely she'd ever be able to prove her case anyway, or so she thought. This brutality continued for many years. It became the norm. Maria became better and better at coping with the physical trauma but the psychological trauma never got any better. She still feels like she need to pretend shes an ordinary girl from an oridnary household with an ordinary past. None are trusted with her secret. As a result of never sharing her horrific past she was never treated like she had one by her friends, classmates and teachers, which provides her with the stability to get on with life.

Early one saturday morning, Maria work up at 7:00 so she could be out of the house before her father got up. As she left the house she noticed a little black envelope sat face down on the door mat. She picked up and turned it over. Her name was hand printed on the front in gold lettering. She tucked it in her jeans back pocket, pulled her turtleneck sweater over her head and left the house. She wandered to her local out-of-town costa, bought the grande vanilla-almond coffee that was waiting for her behind the tills and sat at her usual table to do her social networking. She scrolled though the almost endless selfshots, pony posts and anti-capitalist rubbish to find out if anyone was going into town later. No one had said anything yet, but was only 7 in the morning. She had a sip of her coffee and attended to her mail. She retrieved it from her pocket carefully removed the contents and examined it very closely.

You do not belong in this world anymore.

Did someone know? How did they find out? Had they watched through a crack in the window? Why hadn't they came to her in person? The card threatened her way of existance and Maria demanded answers. Without a second thought she began dialing the number and readied herself for a to deliver a verbal beating. What she wasn't ready for was the sensation of being turned to soup and drunk backwards. Before she'd even rematerialised she knew it was an experience she'd never want to repeat.

Ability
Maria's body constantly improves itself utilising Maria's unnaturally high rate of regeneration. Broken tissues like skin and bone are repaired at an astonishing rate (in comparison to a normal human being) and the repair work done also improves the structure of the tissue, making it harder to break it again in the future. Maria has, over her life so far, she has become physically thick skinned from the abuse she recieved and learnt to create weak aesthetics and anti-inflammatories which make Maria more resistant to damage, disease and pain than an ordinary student might. We theorise that she will be able to reattach removed limbs and organs with plenty of training, even possibly learning to regrow lost limbs and organs. Her ability is still developing so not much can be said for the time being.

[Paragon]

Automatically accepted Cyan. I'm excited to see how you adapt Maria's history to the intro I've made.

My sheet will come fairly soon after I've finished moving house.

[Architect]

I'm expressing interest in this, if that's alright. I can see the rather blunt similarity to the X-Men heh but i'm enjoying it

I'm actually thinking up a CS at the moment for a speedster or electrokinetic

[Paragon]

This isn't about freedom for the 'mutant' race, because humanity doesn't even know they exist.

Also, just so that you guys know, my character will have kinetic energy manipulation.

[BitSmall]

I've also made the appropriate changes to Miles's back story in order to make it fit, and few more to have it make a bit more sense.

Miles Reiley:

Spoiler

Student

Name: Miles Reiley

Alias: <none>

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Home country: England

Appearance:
[art by me]

History: Miles had cope with a rather lonely childhood. growing up in a poor neighbourhood, He was unfortunate in that he found it very difficalt to make friends, not because he didn't want to get on very well with people, but beacause he lacked the attitude, charisma and sporting ability to fit in with the popular kids. as such, Miles was heavely bullied and chastised for being one of the school outcasts. both his pairents worked so Miles also spent alot of time at home alone too, not that this bothered him particulaly. In his eyes this was his time to unwind and enjoy the quiet activitys that had earned him no respect at school, such as reading, drawing and classical guitar. At about the age of 16 Miles came home to find a rather strange envilope on the doormat, an envilope containing a small card. "You do not belong in this world anymore."
"Probibly just some religious awairness crap." Miles had thought to himself, "That or just a 'hilarious' prank someone is enivitably trying to pull on me." Miles shoved the card in a pocket and probply forgort about it.

Miles knew of his power at this point, and knew of it ability to strengthen objects, but never thought much of it as it didn't appear to make too much difference. About a week after he had receved the card He made the mistake of going for a winter walk, he had strayed to far and the darkness of night had caught up on him befor he had made it home again.

a blade to his throat.

An unseen man had just forced him up against a wall and was now holding Miles's life hostage for the contence of his pockets. It was then the Miles made ether the best or worst desision of his life. The skuffle lasted all of about five seconds but the pain felt like it had lasted a life time. the thug had failed to get away with Miles's posesions after miles had landed a heavy punch on the side of the man's jaw using a linked, gloved fist out of desperation to send him packing, but during the confusion the man's knife had ended up slicing Miles's right eye. Screaming in agony, Miles scrambled through his pockets for his phone. As he pulled it out the card got wisked out his poket along with it. It was then, clouded by pain that he called The Acadamy's number.

Personality: Miles is shy towards people he doesn't know, having had very few friends prior to joining The Academy and having endured a life times worth of bullying as a child. Otherwise, Miles is quite laid-back, lazy even, unless there is a call for action where his strong sense of justice will cause him do anything that is necessary. However he can also be quite indecisive at times and panicking isn't a rare thing for him to do under pressure.

Weapon: 'Grim-Hammer'
[art by me]

Power: 'Soul Link'

Miles uses his power to form a Soul link with an object in order to enhance specific property's of said object. Generally, the linked object becomes more robust and less prone to wear, however additional traits can be added depending on the linked object. In the case of his Hammer, It becomes much lighter and easer to swing. How the link alters the property's of objects is still unclear.

however the soul link dose have its pit-falls, if said object is damaged, the status link mirrors the damage on to Miles. Similarly if Miles becomes hurt, then the link mirrors the damage to the object. While the link is not broken by separating Miles from the linked object, it dose however put strain on Miles's body as the link be comes harder to maintain over distance. Miles can only link and unlink the object while he is in contact with it.

There are few visible sighs to show the ability is in use, most of which consists of a faint white glow around the linked object. However when the link strength is increased the glow takes on the form of a pure white flame surrounding the object. please note this flame dose not generate heat.

[Paragon]

Accepted. Nice to see Miles again.

[Fan]

Wasn't this in casual the last time?

[Poison Apple]

I'm interested in this, making a CS right now, but it probably isn't going to be up until tomorrow :/ 4:15am and I need some rest lol

[Cyan]

@Fan, indeed it was.
@Poison, looking forward to seeing it