[OOC] Primas Learning Center - School for Ex-Heroes

[Tancuras]

Primas is a school in some shitty little town, far off the beaten path and away from civilization proper. A tiny place, looks like it used to be a hospital or something. Built by the few people who actually give a shit about us, it doesn't have a lot of resources. A shitty little school in a shitty little town.

We used to be called heroes. Unexplainable things started happening around the world, and we stepped up to fix it. It was the first time it had ever been seen - we developed strange abilities, and used them to fight back against invading forces. A lot of us died. Some of us lived. We saved the world. The ungrateful fucking world. So what did they do? Some of us got locked up. Some went missing. Experimented on, studied, whatever. When they discovered that our abilities couldn't be explained, replicated or harnessed, they tossed us to the curb and told us not to do anything stupid.

You know how much that fucks you up, living through an apocalypse when you're that age? Most people went on their normal lives. Rebuilt civilization back to it's old shitty self. Not us. We were dragged around by our hair for years. We were only kids, so we missed a big chunk of what makes you functional in this world. Before we knew it, we were all grown up, minor celebrities. Not many people wanted anything to do with us, and once they abandoned us, we still needed to eat. Can't mooch off your parents forever. Some of us got minimum wage jobs. Is that what you get for saving the world? Working at a fucking Walmart?

So one day we're contacted by Primas. Telling us they 'care', and they want to help us fit back in with society. So here we are. Finishing fucking high school so we can go on to be good little consumers. What a joke.

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WELCOME TO THE PLC

The Primas Learning Center is on the grounds of the discontinued Colkirk General Hospital, making it a spacious and comfortable place for learning.

The Primas Learning Center is a school for adults, who were once adolescent victims of The War, based in the town of Colkirk, Montana. The PLC first became a necessity eleven years ago, in 2004, when strange forces invaded our world and our children, developing the necessary abilities to defeat the invaders, became our guardians.

When the dust settled and The War was over, many of our youth needed to assimilate back into their old lives. We provide the lessons and resources necessary to help our students complete their education, find employment and, most importantly, come to terms with their lives and fit in with society. We have highly skilled psychologists to cope with post-traumatic stress and a physical education program that teaches students how to control their abilities.

The faculty has come together at the PLC because it truly cares about the victims of The War. Each staff member is fully willing and able to meet the needs of their students. We look forward to meeting you. Please contact us today.

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Floor Plan - Colkirk General Hospital

1. Tower - Offices
2. Classrooms
3. Common Room
4. Cafeteria
5. Gymnasium
6. West Wing - Female Dormitory
7. East Wing - Male Dormitory
8. Administrative Building - Under Construction
9. Parking
10. Groundskeepers Building
11. Park

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FACULTY
Tomas Sparv - Dean - 57/Male/Caucasian
Jolien Hoffman - Administrative Assistant - 39/Female/Spanish
Sara Ford - Counselor - 36/Female/Caucasian
Wilmer Aall - Math, Physics - 41/Male/African
Kiri Sato - English, Languages - 28/Female/Japanese
Isaac Adams - Physical Education - 34/Male/Caucasian
Lucas Baek - Biology, Chemistry - 52/Male/Caucasian
Iris Hammer - Psychology - 36/Female/Caucasian
Cristin Seonuir - Skills for Academic Success, World Issues - 32/Female/Caucasian

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CHARACTER SHEET

Name:

Age: Primas is an adult ed center, as the event that created the heroes is already several years passed. 19+ only.

Gender:

Appearance: Description or pic.

Personality:

History: What happened after the war, up to enrollment at Primas. "The War" is not something reflected upon until later.

Abilities: Skills and supernatural abilities that manifested during the war, making you a hero. May be a bit rusty after the years.

Belongings: Personal belongings. Primas is a boarding school, but some may have a vehicle, instrument, magical weapon manifested during the war, etc.

[hoppiholla391]

finally finished this, yikes. hope im not too late!

Amelie Song

NAME—
Amelie Ki Song

AGE—
20

GENDER—
Female

APPEARANCE—


PERSONALITY—

Amelie has been called birdlike more than once—small, soft, and eager to stay away from any trouble, awakening protective instincts in just about anyone. She's almost painfully shy, stemming from a genuine fear of other people—in large crowds, she can become almost nonverbal, choosing to sign or mime instead. It takes a lot of work to get to her clever, compassionate, fiercely protective core, but once her considerable defenses are down she'll support her friends, subtly but totally. Her loyalties aren't unconditional, but those bonds she does have are very strong. Understandably, she suffers from PTSD and an anxiety disorder, both from being a child soldier on the front lines, and what came after.

She wasn't like this before the war and her subsequent experiences. She was always outgoing, loud even, joking with friends and charming strangers. Any who knew her before would be shocked at the change after almost a decade. Deep, deep down though, there's a seed of rage and bitterness festering, held down for the moment by fear and self-distrust.

HISTORY—

For some of the heroes of the War, the transition from child soldier to civilian was difficult—sometimes, impossible. Amelie never got the chance to try. She was one of the youngest fighters in the War, still in her pre-teens when conflict first erupted, and lost her immediate family to the ashes—convenient, that no one questioned where she'd gone when she disappeared.

Being a lab rat was an excruciating process, one she tries not to dwell on and never speaks of, even if to this day she insists the scientists were just trying to do their jobs. Most of the time spent in the facility was in isolation—her keepers were worried about her impersonating one of them and escaping, so they largely kept her in solitary, only bringing her out to perform some test or another. This treatment contributed to her quietness today, and her fear of sudden noises—the slam of her cell door opening without warning still haunts her nightmares.

She doesn't entirely remember leaving the facility, or the circumstances of her departure—she thinks she remembers fires blazing and alarms wailing, but that could just be a fever dream. She seems sure that one of the small needle scars on her arms hides a tracker, and lives in fear that those who used her before will one day come to take her back for more tests. A Primas official approached her in the scant weeks after she gained her freedom when she was still homeless on the streets, and although she has little trust for any kind of authority these days, she had little other choice.

ABILITIES—

Amelie is a powerful shapeshifter—or, she would be powerful, if she weren't so afraid of herself. Back during the War, her form morphing from a white tiger to a massive polar bear to an albino constricting snake as necessary was a common sight at some minor battles; nowadays, transformations are extremely rare, and only into largely harmless forms. She hasn't mimicked a person since before the War. Most of this is due to her conditioning—the technicians at the facility wanted to duplicate her powers, not have to deal with her rebellion, so they made sure she understood that her abilities were evil. Using them extensively is physically painful these days, although that's almost entirely psychosomatic. On a smaller scale, though, Amelie is also afraid of herself. She clearly remembers the gleam of blood on her own massive claws at an age when she should have been worrying about her freshman year of high school—in contrast, she avoids violence at all costs now, and thinks of that side of herself as a monster. It'll take time and effort to work past the mental blocks she's put up.

For now, she only uses a few forms regularly: a small white dove that can be seen in the park on the hospital campus, a large white moth, and on occasion a white ferret. She's lost many of the finer skills she developed during the War, such as shifting select parts of herself, or copying a person exactly. Deep down, though, she misses the confidence and power of her larger, deadlier forms.

BELONGINGS—
None other than the necessities, aside from the downy feathers, small scales, and animal hairs that always seem to cling to her pockets.

[Tyrant from the West]

Changed mah man's picture so that it would be more in-line with the others.

[Willem3141592]

This seems like an interesting RP. I hope I can still join.

Marc Willems

Name: Marc Willems
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Marc is 1.86 meters tall (6'11") and has an athletic build. He has short brown hair and his eye colour is grey. He has a smooth pale skin as it is seldom exposed to the sun. He has a strong jawline and rather heavy eyebrows. Not much is seen of this because he covers nearly everything of his body to reduce external stimuli. He wears usually wears jeans and a hoodie with the hood over his neck. His hands are covered by rather thick gloves. He also wears a linen scarf, most of the time this is pulled up to cover his nose. He always wears sunglasses to reduce the brightness of the light and noise-cancelling headphones.

Picture

Personality: At his core, Marc is a positive and friendly person. However, events have made him cynical and rather sarcastic. While he likes being around people, his powers have made it hard for him to truly enjoy company and with much over stimulation he can become very irritable.

Abilities: Super senses and nerve system, which include: sight, hearing, sense of smell and taste, touch, balance, reflexes, muscle control and dexterity.

The downside to this all is that he can't control any of it. He is not able to power down and is constantly bombarded with sensory input. This gives him very heavy headaches. He's also very sensitive to everything, walking past a thrash bin might make him throw up, flash-bangs and the like will render him unconscious due to exposure. Even a slight touch on exposed skin is able to hurt Marc.

History: During the war Marc had been working closely with the military. With his set of abilities he was a perfect scout/infiltrator. After the war he struck around with the military and completed his training as a soldier. While he was being researched, nothing done to him was involuntarily, probably because he had worked closely with the military before. As he aged and grew older, his powers matured too, become stronger and less controllable every passing year. To cope with this he started insulating himself more and more and eventually developed an addiction to pain-killers and alcohol to numb his senses. After being discharged from the military he tried to calm down his powers, yet was unsuccessful and he tried to isolate himself from society and the noise it made. Eventually he heard from Primas and decided to sign up, hoping to learn to control his powers and rejoin society.

Personal belongings: Marc is rather attached to his sunglasses and headphones as they're able to suppress most of his surroundings. He also keeps a bottle of pain-killers on him at all times.

[Tancuras]

@Willem3141592 Accepted, but just out of curiosity, do you mean he's 6'1? Because 6'11 is 2.1 meters, 1.86 is 6'1. Just not sure which one is the typo xD

[Willem3141592]

@Tancuras

I mean 6'1, it was indeed a typo. I'll change it in the character tab :)

[Oni_]

I don't mean to sound impatient, but is there any chance of an IC being put up soon? I somewhat fear this will die before it begins.

[Tancuras]

@Oni_ Yeah, sorry. I thought I'd wait for the last couple people we're missing from the interest check, but they are taking too long. It'll be up in a bit.

[hoppiholla391]

@Tancuras any word on my CS...?

[Tancuras]

@hoppiholla391 Sorry! It's accepted. I looked at it, I guess I forgot to let you know, sorry :(

[hoppiholla391]

no problem! i guessed you'd missed it, lol.

[Uruvion]

I'll be making my post tomorrow morning. Good night all.

[knighthawk]

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[Tancuras]

@knighthawk Accepted, welcome aboard.

[Kaithas]

Yo, this still open?

[Tancuras]

@Kaithas Yep!

[hoppiholla391]

heyo, sitting in a train station right now on my way home, ill make my first IC post later tonight. sorry about not posting sooner!