[OOC] Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY) (Page 5)

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@Tyleroh geez i erased it thinking i'd remember to put it in!!! ok ok how bout now(;;;;

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@Tyleroh geez i erased it thinking i'd remember to put it in!!! ok ok how bout now(;;;;@LetterA

You're accepted! Post your character sheet over in the characters thread. Glad to have you!

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I am so happy to see everyone expressing such positive energy! ^^

I am looking forward to RPing with all of you. 

@Tearstone
Also, Tearstone, head over to Skype and Tyler and I can have a private convo with you. I believe that will be much more effective. Tyler already said this but eh...I want to be part of the conversation too xD 

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Hi, this looks very interesting and I was wondering if you might still be accepting members?

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Yes, post your character here in the ooc

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PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016

Student Name:
Mako Reed

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
British

Age:
19

D.O.B.:
5/5/1996


Appearance


Hair Color:
Blonde

Eye Color:
Blue

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Height:
5"11

Weight:
178lbs


Powers & Abilities

Power Name:
Telekinesis

Power Description:
I can move things with my mind.

Abilities:
When I concentrate, I can move, bend, twist, throw, push, pull and squeeze things with my mind. I practice a lot on cigarettes, cans, pens, tennis balls, any small, light thing. When I am using my ability, my eyes will glow bright blue and begin to release some sort of cyan steam or smoke, which causes me no harm. Anything I am using my abilities on will also begin to glow a faint blue.

Drawbacks & Weaknesses:
After long sessions, I get really bad headaches and nausea, and I usually have nightmares if I use it heavily before bed. It can also be very physically draining. If i've used it a lot that day, my eyes might look a bit red and sore.
In terms of how 'competent' I am at using my ability, the only things I can move in a controlled manner are usually no bigger than a computer. So I could potentially use a pencil as a weapon 'cause I can 'fire' it, 'cause it's small and light. I could throw, say, a printer, but it would be slow and sluggish and not go very far. I've never done any of these things. I have lifted a grown human being before, and have also pushed a car, but both of these occasions were accidental. I moved the car when I was around 17, because I got stood up on a date, and I just really wanted to fling her car into the sky, but I knew I couldn't. But I was really mad, and I managed to just give it a budge and it jumped a few feet backwards. I was just as surprised as the little kid watching me on his scooter.
As for the person, I was in a boxing match, he wasn't harmed, and I honestly have no idea how I did it. I think it has something to do with my pulse or blood pressure, because in both instances my heart rate will have been sky high.


About You

Family:
Mother: Kim Reed
Father: Riley Reed

Personal Statement:
I was born in London, but moved up North to Sheffield when I was 3. I was a pretty average kid. Not academic, but very creative. No surprise, because my Dad was an artist, but also an alcoholic. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't by any means good, but I think his art was so boring that it made me want to make exciting, interesting art. Stuff I was into, like comics and stuff. My mother was a caretaker.
The next part of my life I think as a defining part of my story is my introduction to martial arts. I began studying karate at age 10, then went on to study Muay Thai boxing at 14, which is also when i began competing. Personally, I think if it weren't for my love for martial arts distracting me, I would have developed my abilities sooner. 
I first began to experience my mutation at 16, but my parents often recalled strange moments that suggested I had an ability around my early teens. The first thing I did was show my friends after i started pinning a stick around in my hands, but without touching it, if you see. They thought it was cool, told their parents, and they didn't muck around with me after that. I lost a lot of mates because of it.
School didn't really know. Well, I mean, they did, but just like everyone else they just kind of... ignored it. Pretended it wasn't there. I didn't really mind because i tried to spend as little time in that building as possible, and my grades weren't the best, not even in my art class. I just wasn't motivated. I just wanted to train.
Around 17, after balancing my time neatly between martial arts and 'freak practice', as I called it at the time, I started having strange outbursts where I couldn't control my telekinesis. Nothing dangerous, but I would only need to think about something at times and whatever it was would just fling into the hair, or break into pieces, or whatever. There was one time when i was hitting the bag. I was tired, fed up, I think I'd had a really bad day, and I just think about smashing the shit out of this bag. All of a sudden, it breaks off the chain and slams straight into this little kid. He didn't really come back after that.
But I make light of what was ultimately a very serious moment. The way i saw it was that my mutation... mutated more? Became stronger, like a muscle. I was having freak practice pretty frequently towards the end of my 2011, so surely that will have made the ability stronger? That's what I figured anyway, and I didn't really know who to ask for help at that time. I was just trying to keep it under control with more practicing.
But then, on April 12th 2014, I was competing. The first fight I'd had in ages. I was pumped, i was having fun, I was buzzing. The final fight came up, I'd made it that far. i was super determined, the first time I'd been really joyful in a while. But sudddenly, I go in for a flurry and after the third punch - that's how well I remember it - the guy just goes flying up in the air, glowing blue. And he's just up there, levitating, looking down at me looking up at him. He looked really terrified, and as I looked around I could see people noticing my eyes and whatnot. Suddenly, my trainer come up and gives me the biggest slap he's ever given me. The guy drops, twists his ankle when he lands, I get banned from competing in the sport ever again. It was in the paper, you'll have read it. And no, it wasn't intentional.
Then, after that, I had a real down period for a few months until my trainer actually showed me your place. So, yeah, I'd like to join. Not because I feel like I need to be 'contained' or anything like that. I just want to know what it feels like to be classed as weird if you don't do something extraordinary on a regular basis.


These moments before the actual fight were always the hardest. That's what loads of people said anyway. But for me, it's just a time to relax. To find comfort in the complete lack of control you have in this situation. You're gonna fight, you can't not now, it's gonna happen whether you're ready or not. Some boxers, you know, they'll jump up and down on the spot like fucking kangaroos, punching air that doesn't punch back. Others, they go all quiet, staring into space preparing themselves for the oncoming shit storm that's gonna smack 'em square in the face any minute now. My coach, Nix, he always used to tell me to breathe. Just breathe. Think of nothing else, and just take in just that little bit more chi energy with every breath.
What bullshit. You don't have to do any of that before the fight. All you need to do is kick back, relax, and sit there with a big fucking grin on your face. Then when your coach tells you it's time to rock, you walk out with a big grin on your face then, too. And before you get in the ring, you keep grinning at everyone in the audience, at your coach, at any friends our family you have in the audience. You just keep grinning. 
Then, when you get in the ring, and that big ugly bastard you're about to trade numbers with waddles up to you with the rage of a thousand damned souls behind his eyes, you stop smiling. 'Cause now, you're not before the fight anymore. You no longer lack control, and therefore, you have to concentrate real hard on not getting the shit kicked out of you. In fact, now you have complete control, 'cause you know that when he steps over there, you'll get in with that hook, or when he throws that jab you can roll and get his ribs, whatever. 'Cause you know you've got control over the situation.
That's the scary part for me. 'Cause, when I'm in control, if I mess up, that's it. It's my fault, no one else's. But here, in this shitty little changing room, where I can hear the angry dads in the audience yelling, and Nix is trying to teach me how to inhale oxygen, I can relax, knowing that i don't have to worry about anything, 'cause I can't fail in here.

That's how I see it, anyway.

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@LokiLeo789
Kane is finally accepted! Post his sheet over in the character thread. Welcome aboard!

@Conor
Great sheet so far. We would like to see some more detail in his powers section; what is he capable of lifting and how does it effect him? We assume he generally lifts smaller things and larger feats have so far only been accomplished accidentally, but we need to see that in writing. We also need a sample post from you. 

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Just checking that you are still interested in the RP? We love your sheet but we still need you to flesh out the personal statement for us. We hope to be able to accept Erica soon!

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PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016

Student Name:
Abbey “Chess” Chessar

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
English/Irish

Age:
18

D.O.B.:
2/14/1997

Appearance

Hair Color:.
Most often seen dyed various shades of blue

Eye Color:
Blue, cyan-hued

Ethnicity:
Caucasian

Height:
5’7

Weight:
~100 lbs


Powers & Abilities

Power Name:
Spatial Flay

Power Description:
Eye-contact allows me to teleport.

Abilities:
–Vision-reliant distortion of space, allows me to warp to another location.
– Happens instantaneously, to the point where one might question if I was where I was at all.
–Retain possession of clothes and materials on my person at the moment of transport. 
–Ability to transport some objects (not people) with me, however weight does effect effort.
–Can be used in rapid succession in short-distances.

Drawbacks & Weaknesses:
–Must establish eye-contact with someone to activate power, be it another person or myself via a mirror. 
–More effort used to move away from someone than towards them, and covering large distances quickly leads to debilitating exhaustion.
–Cannot flay others, the warping effects only myself, and has no direct negative effects on those around me.
–I have to be able to see where I want to warp to, meaning I can't go backwards or out of my peripheries.


About You

Family:
-Eliezer Chessar (Father)
-Melaine Chessar (mother)
-Nora Chessar (Sister, deceased)

Personal Statement:
What can I say? I was born special. God, Lady Luck, good ol’ cosmic chance, whatever it was, it decided I was gonna be grand. Powers? Yeah that’s all well and good, I hid that until I was seventeen, but I’ll tell you where the real attention is, the spotlight. Oh man, that’s my home right there, center-stage, title-role, headliner, whatever, just let me up there. I sing, I dance, I act. I know most modernly-enacted plays by heart, at least all the important parts, even got to get up on the, ahem, Abbey Theatre once, maybe I’ll go back, who knows?
I guess for clarity’s sake it’s worth mentioning that I found out my ah, unnatural talent when I was sixteen. If it was around before, who knows, hell, I didn’t even do anything with it for a whole year. I was Fernando in the local theatre’s “Tempest” rendition, I didn’t have time to be a freak. In fact, the second time I used the power is the reason I’m here. Closing night, the curtains draw, I get a call from…I get a call and I need to go home. Actually, I’m not really feelin’ the rest of this story, you guys need the grit? Can I just sum it up for you? Parents saw me use my power, and it was either this or hit the road. Cool? 
Okay, enough history lessons, let’s cut to brass-tax or whatever it is you yanks say, I entertain. You’re looking at a star here, some real talent, and I’m not afraid to say it. I’ve dealt with the cutthroat business of the theatre, hell, I’m a natural shark. You learn how to work people there, you end up with a silver tongue, and mine’s sterling.
Truth is, and take this to heart, no one’s just gonna notice you, you don’t just get attention, aye? Life is one big competition and love, I’m not out for runner-up. I know what I said before but let me tell you, no one is born this good, even me, I clawed my way to where I am, my name is picking up worth, and one day I’m gonna mean something, because otherwise, you die and no one remembers who you were. No one even cares, except for the few people who knew you enough to keep from forgetting you. Sometimes that’s not enough, sure as hell isn’t for me.


There was no better feeling than delivering a soliloquy on stage. The warm spotlight, the raw emotion, the fact that no one dared to take their eyes away from him. What kept the nostalgia away however was perhaps the second best feeling, the after-party. It was easy enough to pick out the actors from the crew and the guests. Most of the stage-folk had come straight from closing, so remnants of costumes made up a good portion of the goers. 

An hour in and Chess had shaken probably twenty hands, downed at most three free-drinks (he’d be driving home after-all) and gotten a number from both sides of a cute little relationship. The girl wasn’t theatre, he ditched her number as soon as she turned around, the boy he’d seen at a few sets though, cute, big-type, might call him over one night. 

“Abbey!” 

He nearly dropped his cup when he heard that voice. Turning he saw his sister Nora meandering through the crowd towards him. She looked so out of place, long dark sweater, baggy pants and comfy shoes. Her wide eyes were curious as anything, her figure hunched away from the noise around her but she kept a smile at him. She held a red cup in her hands, Chess felt his stomach churn.

“Nora, how’d you get here?” he snatched the cup from her and took a quick sip, brow furrowing. “Who gave this to you? I swear to god they’ll be cleaning props forever, you’re too young to drink, you know you’re too young to drink.”

“So’re you,” she mumbled. 

Chess’s lips pursed, and he dumped the drink away. Nora had that look on her face that came around whenever he got “too frantic” as she put it. “You’re right,” he said with a sigh. “But really, you shouldn’t be here, I thought you went home with mum and dad?” 

“I told’em you said I could hang around.” 

“Oh god, they don’t know you’re at a party, do they? Nora you don’t live in the dorms, if you go home smelling like alcohol they’ll kill you.” 

She rolled her eyes. “I said we were gonna go get coffee and hang out with your playwright buddies. I just kinda wanted to hang out tonight. Missed you since you moved in here, y’know?”

Chess couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. It had been at least a week since their last sit-down together, and he’d been feeling a bit of a void too. The parties were entertaining, the attention more so, but he got both from Nora without having to put on a fake smile for the people he didn’t care about. Around her he actually got to relax, and maybe that was the better feeling. 

“Yeah, same,” he said, and gave her a hug. “Let’s dodge this place, though, I know a top café in the area. I want to hear about your year so far.”
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@Tyler Sorry, I fell asleep before I could finish it last night. I'll have it up soon-ish hopefully

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We're going to be closing the RP to new applications as of now.

If you previously expressed interest in submitting a sheet, you will still be able to apply. Anyone who has an unfinished sheet submitted is also still eligible to keep working on it and continue receiving feedback. But we will be accepting no new applications from people who have not previously expressed interest.

Players still able to join are: @Vesuvius00, @World Traveler, @Conor, @Maxx, @Tearstone, @Prints Avoid, @BR8K.

The roleplay is now closed.

Applications may re-open in the future.

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I totally missed the post about the apps needing to be more serious than casual, I'll get on editing that right away!

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Alright fixed it up a bit, sorry for the oversight <D

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Made the changes to the powers sheet. 

The only question I have is regarding the hesitation to having a seeing eye dog on campus? Is there a specific reason for not wanting a dog or is it more a worry that I am going to exploit the dog as a sort of second super power with smell or something? The only reason I ask is because the assistance of a seeing eye dog was one of the main reasons I was looking forward to playing a blind person as it added an alternate perspective to how my character would approach things. I am not saying it is a this or I quit, but am hoping to, if given a chance, at least put my best foot forward as far as reasons for why the dog might be a good mix in the role play. 

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So, I've got a couple questions on how the RP is gonna work.

Will we start on like, the first day of school, or will it have been going on a little while?

How do the sleeping arrangements work? Do we have roommates, because if so I can see that being hilarious.

Will we be, like, all in all the same classes? Because we are shaping up to be the most problematic class in the history of education. :P

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Hi all,

Don't expect too much correspondence from me over the next 24 hours. I have a report due in tomorrow that is, shall we say... "Less than finished". What can I say? I had other commitments... (glares at OP)

It's worth 20 credits and I really need to nail it, so I'm not going to be addressing anything RP-related until it's handed in. Shard will be able to answer some questions but anything that we need to discuss (i.e. reviewing sheets etc.) will have to wait until Friday. On the plus side, we intend to get the IC up on either Friday or Saturday. 

@TheWizardLizard 
Few quick answers for you: We'll start on the first day. Rooms are shared between two people - sleeping arrangements will be revealed IC. Everyone will be in the same classes for the sake of keeping the RP together. Should be fun.

Apologies for the short responses and for abandoning you briefly. I'm sure you all understand. The good news is that this is my last assignment and after tomorrow I'm free until October. So try not to miss me too much! 

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If anyone has any questions, run them by me. I will try my best to answer them. 

I won't be able to discuss things with Tyler so you might only get half answers, but don't hesitate to ask if you want ^^

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@Tyler Good luck! I know that finals feel xD

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Finally finished messing with this:

PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016

Student Name:
Erica Lankford

Gender:
Female

Nationality:
American

Age:
17

D.O.B.:
January 17th


Appearance

Hair Color:
Dark Brown, normally

Eye Color:
Blue normally

Ethnicity:
Caucasian/White normally

Height:
5'9" normally

Weight:
128 lbs (I can't really change this.)


Powers & Abilities

Power Name:
Metamorph

Power Description:
I can change my entire physical appearance at will, even my clothes. Also, I heal pretty quickly too. I can change within just a few seconds, and if you're watching me closely as I change you may just notice me blur out of focus for a second or two. Also it doesn't make any sound when I change, so I could change and no-one would notice if they weren't paying attention. I can change into anything I can imagine, so long as it's humanoid.

Abilities:
I've used it a lot to get out of unwanted situations before and for some more, recreational, stuff too.

Drawbacks & Weaknesses:
Well, I can't change how much I weigh, and an X-ray of me while I look like a guy shows that on the inside I am still female. If I am a 'guy' I am not actually a guy. I have none of that, ability, it just looks like one. Also, the appearance of warm clothes does not actually make me warm. I can look like i'm ready for an arctic expedition, but really I shouldn't even be outside in a light wind. I can't actually change into an animal because I can't change my weight or physical strength to accommodate that form. I'd probably end up hurting myself if I tried.


About You

Family:
Mother- Anastasia Lankford
Father- Draco (Dragon) Lankford

Personal Statement:
I suppose this is where you want me to put my 'story' or whatever, right? Fine, but it really isn't so interesting. 

I like to read and sing, I consider myself to be quiet most of the time (Though I've been told that i'm not), and I like to observe what's going on around me more than I'd like to be a part of it. I've always tried my best to live up to my parent's expectations, seeing as the other option would get me very close to the edge of their patience. I've always had good grades, and attended church every Sunday with my family, and I never did drugs or anything else like that. I got a lot of praise, and I almost believed that I was one of the few people in my town that had any chance of leaving without any dumb ties to force me back. My family runs a camping shop with basically everything you could possibly need to live anywhere for a few years, let alone the 4 or 5 weekends the people who bought this stuff were actually going to use it for before they completely lost all their interest in the sport.

So, anyway. Yea, I was a good kid. At least, I believe I was. One day though, culture shock. My best friend turned out to be a mutant, and being that basically our entire town was a part of HAM, she had to hide. She was still herself, I could tell that, but she looked like something my dad probably would've tried to banish to hell, or wherever. She couldn't stay in the town anymore, maybe not any other town either, so I helped her to sneak out with some stuff from the store so she could camp out for a while. I even gave her one of those disposable phones so we could stay in touch too.

I'm glad to say that she still answers my calls, although she won't tell me where she is anymore, and that worries me a little. Anyway, after the whole episode where her parents freaked that she ran away, Life kinda died down for a couple of years. Until I became a mutant too. I don't really remember how it started, I just know that one day I was at school, skipping class, and the principal literally just walked by me on his way to the teacher's lounge, like he couldn't see me or something. 

I tried to call out to him, to ask what his deal was. He was probably one of the strictest guys you'd ever meet, and he definitely didn't just walk by people who were breaking the rules. I thought he had something going on, something bad enough to make that guy forget to scold a kid was definitely something to worry about. So, I had started to ask what was up, but I stopped when I heard my voice.

Somehow, as I would figure out later, I had changed into the form of my English teacher, the teacher of the class I was skipping, and by changing to look like him I could copy his voice too. At the time I was really confused, I did end up having a conversation with the principal, and got the rest of the day "off" because he noticed that I was acting strange and jumpy. He thought that I, my English teacher, had too much stress or something because of a group of students who had been going around and causing trouble all through the school recently. 

Needless to say, I got out of there quick. I went home first, where I locked myself in my room and tried to figure out what was going on. That's when I figured out that I could change into anyone, on the outside at least. I ran tests on myself for the next few days, I even snuck into the clinic in town and had someone help me take an x-ray of myself, drugging them during the entire thing of course. Every time I answered a question I had about myself, two more seemed to take its place. After about a week though, I realized that I would have to leave town too, just like my friend had. 

The reason? I couldn't really control it yet. I kept changing in public, and while luckily no-one really noticed other than me, eventually someone would have. I took a bunch of stuff from my family's store, packing it all into one of those heavy-duty packs you see people use when they climb Mt.Everest or wherever, and I left a suicide note on the windshield of my dad's truck. Then I left, hiking through the forest and eventually crossing the border into Canada. 

Nothing really has happened since then that's interesting enough to mention here, up until when I got your letter that is. Which I guess brings me to my worries; I like to blend in, and my power helps with that, but somehow you found me, and I'm not sure how because I- This letter and application just, appeared in my bag one day, and I have no idea how. I just got to the nearest town, but when I got this I was literally in the middle of nowhere. 

So, I have some questions to ask, but I guess those can all wait for until I meet you. I'll be hanging out in this town for a while, so if you wanna sent me another letter you can just do it normally, rather than being a ninja and sneaking it into my pack again. Goodbye for now I guess.

Erica looks up from her notepad and the strange application she was filling out, flinching at the loud crash of thunder that was way too close for comfort. She took a peek out of the small crack in the door to her tent, immediately regretting the decision when her face was pelted by the cold shards of hail mixed with the large raindrops of the storm around her. She took a towel and wiped her face off, turning on her small battery-powered radio. 

The signal was bad, but from what she could make out, Erica figured that the storm wouldn't last long past sunrise, and began preparing to sleep. She packed everything up in her large, waterproof camping bag. Everything except for the letter and application to PITY, which she carefully folded and put in her pocket along with the one picture of her parents that didn't make her want to cry when she looked at it and her cell phone, which she always kept off so that she couldn't be tracked. 

Finally hunkered down for the night, Erica drifted off into an uneasy sleep, only interrupted once by an extremely loud crash of thunder near dawn, and hopefully near the end of the storm. Once the storm finally was over, she cleaned up her camp and set off for the nearest town, to finally send the strange application and figure out what to do while she would wait for a response. Just before she decided to send it in, she made a few changes to the last section, adding in her worries for the future and a bit more personal information than she had originally planed to before forcing herself to actually put it in the mailbox to send.

Once it was no longer in her possession, Erica relaxed a bit, which was a mistake. She noticed in her reflection in a nearby shop window that her eyes were now two different colors, her shirt was a bit too girly of a style for a man the age that she looked, and her socks were now severely mismatched. Erica ducked into an alley as quickly as possible, changing into an easier form to hold. She was now a middle aged business woman wearing a simple blue dress, accenting the decidedly smaller curves of this form. She left the alley and went to the only hotel in town, booking a room indefinitely and locking all the doors and windows before settling in to live for a while.
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Vesuvius, I haven't read through the whole thing yet, I will when I have time. However, I'd like to just point out a quick thing. In the power section's "Abilities", I need you to give us a description of your power and what it can do, how it can be done etc. Say how long it takes, how it affects you and so on. Include the voice change, too. As of now, it doesn't really tell us anything ^^. 

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