[CHAR] Alma Mater Maximus

[TheHangedMan]

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[Apokalipse]

POPPY O'CONNER

Name:

Poppy O’Conner

Age:

16

Gender:

Female

Personality:

Poppy is an awkward girl who often says the wrong things when around people she doesn’t know well. When with friends, though, Poppy is loud, talkative, and, unfortunately, punny. She doesn’t understand the point of keeping things secret, so she has no qualms with saying exactly what is going on in her life or what of the likes if someone asks her. Poppy has the unfortunate habit of bottling up her emotions and, even when telling her “sob” story, keeps a straight face or shrugs it off when people ask her how she is feeling. The blonde has a hard time connecting with people on a personal level and when she attempts to express her sadness, she is often deterred by sympathetically distant responses. She is not particularly motivated to do anything and tries to find the easiest ways to do things. Her worst habit is procrastination and most of her work does not get done until the night before it’s due.

Talent:

Learner: Poppy learns new things with relative ease and has a near perfect memory where she can store all the new information. She dabbles in most genres of information and knows many random facts.

Ability:

Know-It-All: By pressing her hand anywhere on anything that holds information, - including people - she can absorb the information and remember it completely. However, she can absorb personal information. This gives her a higher level of intelligence than most. If she absorbs a certain martial arts or action from someone, her body can easily replicate the movements, like adoptive muscle memory. Due to absorbing psychology books and pamphlets, Poppy can easily read people by their body language. If an animal is sick? She can check for any symptoms of the million of diseases and illnesses in her knowledge. However, after absorbing too much information, Poppy gets queasy and dizzy; if she goes past that, though she never has so far, she would probably die.

Bio:

Poppy is an American and was born on an Air Force base in Florida. Her father is in the military and she has had to move around a lot for his work. Her parents were always busy with work – not that Poppy minded, because when they weren’t, the family was always hanging out – and so Poppy took up the habit of reading constantly. Because of her father’s work, Poppy’s dad would get deployed many times and Poppy would be stuck with her mother.

It wasn’t that Poppy didn’t like her mother, in fact, Poppy adored her mother...that is before her alcoholism came back after ten years of sobriety (she quit before Poppy was born). Her mother spiraled into a pit of depression and, in turn, Poppy too had begun to feel depressed. Later on, she was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and was prescribed medicine to take. Poppy, often than not, does not take her medicine because “it makes her feel funny.”

One day, when Poppy was fourteen and her father was home from deployment, the blonde girl came home to her mother crying in her bedroom, drunk as per usual, and attempting to call a rehab facility. Not knowing what to do, Poppy attempted to call her dad to help her, but he wasn’t picking up. After the police came (one of the rehab centers had called the cops on her mom to make sure she wasn’t harming herself) and Poppy finally managed to get a hold of her dad, everything just froze for Poppy. Her mother went to rehab until the week before Poppy’s fifteenth birthday, but that wasn’t what the problem was for Poppy. She discovered that, in her time of need, she was having a hard time connecting with her friends. They would tell her that “it would be alright” and that “at least your mom is getting better” but that didn’t satisfy Poppy – they felt distant.

After her mom was released, Poppy’s dad got a new job in Wales and the O’Conner family jumped at the chance to go for it was “a new start.”

Other:

Poppy is terrified of not being able to control herself (therefore, she stays away from drugs, alcohol and such and such)

[Damiann47]

Name: Theresa “Thisa” Thompson

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality: A fairly quiet and reserved girl, not for reasons such as shyness but from indifference. Thisa prefers to stay out of the daily affairs of others, sometimes life can be troublesome enough without bringing in someone else’s issues. That said Thisa is normal socially, friends come easily enough and a conversation is welcomed, even she can get lonely. Due to her naturally reclusive nature, Thisa is slow to anger and can be extremely patient in fact she can’t remember the last time she has ever been angry, which is what she may say. When pushed Thisa has a very harsh temper, when truly angry she can and will become quite aggressive. A good analogy would be to describe her as a stick of dynamite with a very long fuse, it'll take a while but the results would still be drastic. There one true fire way to get Thisa talking is to mention technology, its one subject she can never get enough of.

Talent: Skilled Mechanic: Thisa for her age makes a great mechanic, and a small time inventor. If its physical Thisa can understand it and even reconstruct it just with a few quick glances. Her skills have also been somewhat lucrative with people coming to her for repairs on broken down items. Her prowess in mechanics don’t translate quite into computers, sure she’s competent in their operation but otherwise is about average.

Ability: Finely-Tuned Mechanisms: Thisa’s ability comes around the idea of creation, she can manipulate inorganic matter into virtually any machine, and theoretically of any size. There are limits of course, to create something requires an equivalent exchange, the middle of a grass field leads to very little useable material, which limits or even completely nullifies her usefulness while a junkyard can lead to endless opportunities. Another thing the initial creation of a machine taxes the body, two factors are considered, the size of the machine and the complexity. A small pulley system has almost no affect on her stamina, something of human size would be very draining at the least, and something like a full semi truck can leave her almost comatose.

There is also a limit to the number of machines that can operate at once, how many again depends on the size and complexity. Once this said limit is passed machines start to break apart, or even meet a violent end for the more volatile creations. When a machine is deassembled the matter that made it up returns back to its original form, that is unless the machine is destroyed by force.

Bio: Thisa is a single child who hails for a standard middle class home. From an early age her parents pushed “constructive toys” onto her, ones such as Legos or Lincoln Logs. Her father worked as an automobile technician, and her mother an aerospace engineer, because of their own success they wanted to pass it down to their daughter. Thisa took well to the toys eventually progressing from simple plastic pieces to tool kits and personal projects. Thisa created a scrapbook filled with designs and other miscellaneous drawings, some of which became a reality. One such was a robotic arm designed for a competition, a simple middle school level one so needless to say Thisa’s arm won without contest. Moving onto the present day Thisa is a fresh transfer, Saint Dmyphna's Highschool offered great opportunities despite the cost of moving out there in the first place, and while Thisa isn’t much for people the prospect of meeting new people was still exciting in of itself.

[SillyGoy]

Timothy “Tim” Aquinas

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Description:



An unassuming youth with pale skin, brown hair and emerald eyes, Timothy is lean and rather thin. Thin-framed eyeglasses sit upon the bridge of his nose, windows to eyes that brighten up in a charming, childlike way when he smiles. He stands at a good 6’0” tall, and prefers simple clothing: many of his shirts are black or grey and without print, and the ones that do have only minimalistic designs. His pants and other apparel are equally unassuming. But never is he seen without his only apparent accessory: a small pendant in the shape of an elaborate Celtic crucifix of silver, hanging from his neck by a chain.

Described by Cadwal as having a "cherub's melody," Timothy has a deceptively effeminate voice in manner and less so in inflection.

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Age: 16

Gender: Male

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Personality:

“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to Your Name give glory.”

The foremost thing one might notice about Timothy is his zeal. A devout Catholic, he is well-read in the Bible and zealous. And unlike some others, Timothy has taken the teachings of the Scripture to heart, making him a genuinely friendly and caring person. Love his neighbor, love his enemy? Timothy most certainly does. Honest and loyal, his care for the well-being of others extends to the spiritual: he is convinced that those of heathen faiths – especially the People of the Book But Do Not Believe – and true unbelievers must be enlightened sooner or later. Then there are the Ones Who Come in His Name but Twist His Words, like Westboro, which he finds especially despicable.

Timothy is especially fond of literature, especially medieval history. He knows full well how Duke Enrique of Savoy invaded Monferatto from the Duke of Mantua as he had run out of patience with waiting for Emperor Rudolf of the Holy Roman Empire to answer his petition to have the mentioned territory transferred to the custody of his daughter, Margherita, as she was kicked out of the Mantuan Duke’s court for not having sired a child for her husband, the Duke’s late brother, before he died. Always hungry for more knowledge, his learning of this subject which he most adores is supplemented by the Holy Ghosts whom he summons and who are more than willing to answer his many, many questions. They may also be the reason why his favorite video game is Medieval II: Total War.

Quite softspoken, the mildness of his words is such that people are often left cynically wondering whether or not Timothy is mocking them. The sincerity with which he prays before eating his meals is viewed by some as merely an exaggeration: a mockery of those who practice Christianity. However, Timothy does not practice deceit. What he does is honest.

He believes his unique ability to summon fallen Crusaders is given to him by God.

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Talent:

Esoteric Knowledge: Timothy is well-read in obscure history books, and can regurgitate most of what he has learned, knowledge extracted from the literary works of people Like E.B Sledge, Sir Arthur Lloyd, and Peter H. Wilson. But, ever humble, Timothy only shares what he knows when the situation calls for it.

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Ability:

Tongue of Fallen Martyrs: Timothy can communicate with summoned Holy Ghosts telepathically, surmounting any distance and time and in pure thought, eliminating the language barrier. Cadwal is a special case, and is an exception to the rule.

Legiones Ecclesiae: At his command, Timothy can call forth Holy Ghosts of the most proactive members of the Church-Militant, namely, Crusaders. Having had this unique gift since early childhood, he has improved the ability in that he can keep indefinitely one Holy Ghost and dispel them at his whim. With a whispered plea and holding a holy symbol of Christianity (like a cross, or his pendant), Timothy beckons the departed souls of those who killed and died in the name of Christ from the ether and into the worldly earth. Fading into existence, they are then at the summoner's beck and call. However, the summoned are picked at random: Timothy does not yet have the ability to call specific people.

Holy Ghosts are the summoned spirits of Christian martyrs. These can be an unknown Crusader or even someone famous like Joan of Arc. Partly transparent, hued an otherworldly blue, and possessed of bright, glowing eyes, these entities are twice as strong and fast as a man and immune to pain – but not harm. While they are ghosts in a sense, they are still shackled to following the laws of physics. However, they do not need their spectral organs to live as they are already dead. Therefore, a bullet is most effective at tearing a Holy Ghost's tendons than holing their heart.

Maintaining a Holy Ghost is done automatically by the soul but at the expense of the body. Timothy is completely alright with one summoned, but is easily winded when he has summoned two. At three and four, he is forced to sit down, with him being pale at the latter. Having five summoned simultaneously will knock him to deathly unconsciousness and will take heavy tolls on his health. While Timothy can keep one Holy Ghost indefinitely, having two or more will strain Timothy's soul so much that after fifteen minutes, they will be forcibly dispelled.

Holy Ghosts are summoned with what they had on their person the moment of their death. While her visit could potentially be a very enlightening experience, Joan of Arc would not fight at her fullest since she wore a dress during her death at the pyre. Crusaders who died in battle are more valuable in that they are usually in full gear when summoned. However, all are prized and valuable relics of the past, and some of them possess ancient knowledge no longer available in the present.

It would appear that Holy Ghosts have lost much of their personality during their centuries in limbo. What they haven't lost, however, is hatred of the heathen, the unbeliever, and the heretic.

Holy Ghosts, being soul-bound to their summoner, are able to communicate with Tim telepathically in pure thoughts, defeating language barriers.

Holy Ghosts can be seen, heard and touched by other people. However, they don't feel much due to their slightly incorporeal properties. They mimic the natural body temperature of a human being, but have got no odor of their own.

Cadwal of Godwyn is a deceased English knight who perished in the First Crusade, struck down by an arrow to his thigh, knocking him off his horse, and delivering a wound that subsequently became gangrenous and from which he did not recover. Acting as a sort of guardian angel, even he himself is not sure what is exactly at work as he shares his mind and soul with Timothy, acting as the boy's second conscience and trying to steer him towards the right path.

Cadwal "sleeps," becoming completely inactive for four hours each day. This is to relieve some of the stress of Timothy's soul from having to maintain another thought-form. Cadwal does his best to time this with Timothy's regular sleeping hours.

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Bio:

Born to two middle-class parents as the middle child of a litter of two boys and one girl, there isn't much to say about Timothy, considering his overall and overwhelming averageness which is offset only by his unique and (as he believes) God-given ability. While he was baptized, going to Church was never something routine for his family. Therefore, he sees his powers as a gift from God when they emerged when he was six years old.

Like many children, he thought up an imaginary friend. It was a knight, and his young mind could only describe it as "blue" and "like glass." When he was alone, he would play with the knight, and started a little game with his older brother and younger sister when he introduced the knight to them, and they made their own imaginary friends. Little did Timothy know, however, that his siblings' imagined creations were far different to what he had, for as time went on, the knight's responses became purely his own, and Timothy slowly lost the need to parrot them. Like another person living in his head, the knight would comment on day-to-day life, and when the young Timothy eyed upon a Bible, the knight energetically pleaded the boy to read it.

As little Tim read, his young mind was full of questions even from the starting book of Genesis. He would ask the knight in his head, who formally introduced himself as Cadwal of Godwyn, to explain it all for him, and he spent so many sleepless nights doing this sort of cooperative storytelling that his mother became worried at his lack of sleep and consulted a physician. On his third grade of elementary school, his family had to move elsewhere, and he was saddened by the sudden loss of friends; but Cadwal was always there and would never leave his mind. Upon his insistence, his father took him to Church one day, and was deeply happy at finally worshiping at a proper place.

As he became older and thus more aware of the sheer unnaturality of his unique ability, Tim wondered if he could do more with it. Praying to God, and after consulting Cadwal, he tried to call out an angel to advise him on what to do when his parents were divorcing. However, the only being that faded into existence was not a magnificent scion of Heaven, but a short-lasting, flickering blue ghost of a woman in armor. Timothy could not but gasp "Who are you?" at the figure, who replied with a sagely "Who I am is not important. But your faith in God is," before fading back into nothingness.

Encouraged by Cadwal, Timothy was henceforth convinced of his being blessed. Ever since then, he has been practicing and perfecting this unique ability of his by prayer and meditation.

Speaking with wizened words, Timothy prevented his parents' divorce by driving them to tears as he preached about the sanctity and inviolability of the oaths a couple takes in their marriage ceremony, with the help of his two beloved siblings.

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Other:

Drowning in early adolescent male hormones, Timothy wanted to masturbate once (just to try it) but was halted by Cadwal (whom he thought was sleeping), who lectured him fiercely of the value of the "seed" and how it must not be wasted.

[Obscene Symphony]

And here you see Aila in formalwear. (Image not mine, I found it on tumblr somewhere)

Name: Aila Duquesne (pronounced 'Doo-kaine')

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Skill:
Aila has an incredible voice. With uncanny range and crystal clarity at any volume, she can out-sing and out-speak any competition.

Ability:
Mockingbird. Aila can flawlessly imitate any sound she's heard before, especially voices. If she hears your voice once, she can replicate it perfectly. She can also use several voices at a time, making it sound like whatever she's saying is being said by multiple people. However, this puts a lot of strain on her voice and doesn't last too long before ending in sputtering coughs. Her voice carries unnaturally far, and she is able to throw her voice (make it sound like it’s coming from somewhere else). Her power is very much give little, take little. It has little consequence other than losing her voice/dizziness when overused, but isn’t exactly taking down any buildings either.

Personality:
Aila is a lighthearted, fun girl who’s quite easy to get along with. She’s outgoing and confident, socially adept and mischievous, making fast friends and able to laugh at pretty much anything. She’s sarcastic to a definite fault, but can take on a mothering nature when her loved ones are hurting. Otherwise, she likes innocently poking fun at those she likes and playing tricks on people using her ability.

Bio:
Aila was born and raised in the French quarter of New Orleans. Her parents were a happy couple who owned a dance studio. Her father was skilled in dance, while her mother was a skilled piano player, and Aila fit right into the family with her silken voice. Her childhood was happy and relatively uneventful, save for the many vocal competitions and recitals she was entered into throughout her childhood. She blossomed in competitions and practice with her mother, and her father taught her to dance (she wasn’t fantastic at it, and it was more a bonding exercise than anything.)

Other:
Aila has a hard time not showing off her abilities during the day; she’d happily sit somewhere doing parlour tricks to impress people all day, so long as someone got a laugh out of it. She also wants to be an announcer for school events, loves birds and can’t cook for shite.

[HylianRose]

Name: Isabelle "Belle" Castillo

Age: 17

Gender: Female (Though she has been mistaken for a male.)

Personality: Artistic and bubbly, Belle tends to get on people's nerves. There are some people who also say she's a bit bi-polar as she can go from being happy and bubbly, to suddenly running off to do something with a blank stare on her face. She never likes to sit still and loves meeting new people and making new friends. She can't stand sweet foods and she hates, 'perfect' people.

Talent:

Artist: Belle is good at all facets of the arts; literature, digital and traditional medias, and music.

Ability:

People Whisperer: Belle can use her artistic abilites, music, paint, literature or otherwise, to make people feel a certain way. In this, she can impart emotions on to the person viewing, hearing, or touching her art. Once the art has been created, she no longer has control over it, though the art will lose it's power within a day or two.

Bio: Belle is the daughter of a wealthy family and is treated as a princess. However, she has other plans. She hates the dresses they put her in and the things they make her do. She'd much rather spend her time doing art, listening to her imaginary friend, "Muse." After a fight with her parents, Belle ran away from home, choosing to stay at a nearby school. Her parents, unable to bring their daughter back, reluctantly decided to fund her and now she will occasionally go home to visit with the promise that they won't try to hook her up with a 'prince' and she won't do any art.

Other: ...Uh... Belle isn't afraid to speak her mind. At all. :|

OH, and she has a pet cat named Kiri. He's a fat, black and white cat that lives in her room.

[deadpixel101]

Name: Alice and Nathan Deries

Picture/Description: Alice and Nathan are a set of twins, hailing from the southern country of Spain they have sun washed complexions and dark hair. Alice, stands at nearly 5'3 while Nathan is 5'5. Both being quite slender and lithe in total build, they give of a sort of glass doll impression. Heart shaped faces and large green eyes add to this look, though admittedly large ears and thicker brows take away from it. They are two sides of a single coin, being nearly the same with some differences between them.

Age: They are both 16 years of age. (Though Alice was born 23 seconds before Nathan)

Gender: Alice is female, Nathan is male.

Personality: Alice is a much more outgoing and perky type of person, she can be a tad overbearing and clingy if given the chance, though she usually means well. She is somewhat aloof and the sort to take things personally even if not meant to be. Kind and sweet she has her faults. Nathan is a more hushed sort of person, he keeps his lips pursed at most times, thinking things through more than not at all. Slightly awkward at times he isn't the most apt socially, but he doesn't mean to be off-putting. Has trouble being decisive, especially if the decision can result in someone being hurt. Blames himself for trouble more than anyone else. Can come off as cold but really he is a just unsure.

Talent: Alice has the uncanny ability to out-eat anyone. She has come to be a bit embarrassed of it recently,. but she won some eating competitions here and there. Nathan has found he is an exceptional baseball player, pitching and batting the ball harder than anyone would have imagined he could.

Ability: Alice: Legato. Nathan: Forte. Legato is the ability to absorb energy into the users body and nullify most of it. I.e they are hard to knock down. Forte is the ability to expel large amounts of energy, so, they can hit unnaturally hard.

Bio: Nathan and Alice grew up in Spain for the first five years of their lives. Their father was a wealthy man, who started a mattress tycoon that sold world-wide. He moved to eventually expand his business farther, and the twins followed him always. Traveling often they lived colorful childhoods, and didn't really stay anywhere too long. Making friends here and there they always felt together, because they also always had each other. Eventually their father met another woman. The twins mother having died during their births, he had been trying his best to raise them alone. Settling down in America, the twins at age 16, have found steady ground to stay on, and a new mother to love. Their powers had awakened years ago, but they were never in one place long enough for it to become wide-spread news if ever found, so they sort of don't now how to keep a lid on them yet.

Other: As expected they are nearly glued to each other. Alice is Nathan's safety blanket, and vice-versa.