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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@Hedgehawk Yeah, I can't find anything wrong with Ito at all. Everything is rock solid. So you're accepted, my bro-dude! Move him on over to the character tab and post whenever you want to!

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

_{Location • Apollo Cafe
Time • 8AM-8:30AM
Interactions • Luciana @Allycat; Gus @Lionhearted; Brief mention of Emma @Rockette}

Silence and Vivian Lucasta never did get along but neither did she and crowds. Not that the group that was gathering over where she had spotted Dal was upsetting her in any way, but something that Vivian could feel swirling in the pit of her stomach was the anxiety that she always felt when unwarranted loud noises were upon her. She felt it, too; the sensation that crawled up the back of her spine and all the way up to the nape of her neck. It always happened when Vivian, through no fault of her own, of course, retreated into a social bubble that always had her withdrawing herself from Confident Vivian.

But Vivian kept smiling. It was her default reaction for everything -- good or not. It was an unhealthy coping mechanism but it was one that didn’t make anyone suspicious of how terrified she got sometimes. As she curled her mouth and showed her pearly whites, she felt a small bump from Emma, that Daughter of Nyx who saved everyone. When she quietly apologized, Vivian nodded. “No worries~” She didn’t know if the girl heard her, but soon she was gone almost as soon as she left. Vivian caught the sight of her holding two drinks as she left the cafe.

Gus spoke up, which prompted Vivian to internally panic. She had no idea of knowing if he was perceptive enough to spot how much she was struggling to keep up her positive energy and just smile, but when he specifically mentioned Dallas’ general area, she let out a breath of relief. Never had she felt such a weight being lifted off her shoulder. “Oh, no it’s okay. Besides, he’s busy and--”

Vivian was cut off by both the sounds and sight of her dearest friend in the entire world (or at least at the school), Luciana. Almost instantly, Vivian stood up and embraced Luci in a tight hug, jumping around just briefly. Just by doing that, whatever positive energy Vivian was giving off would have been felt throughout the entire cafe and magnified almost twice. Only the feeling one got when their best friend showed up so randomly would generate such a reaction from a girl who was about three seconds away from falling out of her chair.

“Luci!!! I’m so happy you’re here!” Vivian said, still holding onto her friend, still embracing her as tightly as her slender arms would allow. “Yesterday was so miserable. You wouldn’t believe how terrible it was.” She sighed, exasperated. “And oh my god, I know! I haven’t checked my roommate yet. I don’t think mine was even here when the names were said to us yesterday. Who do you got? Or have they not told you yet?”

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_{Location • Olympus Academy — Hestia Housing Building, Apartment 2D
Time • Sometime after 8:00AM
Interactions • Emma @Rockette}

When the fight had ended and the group was escorted back to the apartment building, the overall morale wasn’t high. A lot seemed sour about how the staff came in and assumed direct control of a fight that was pretty much near its end. Damien didn’t feel anything one way or the other. During the entire night, the amount of raw void energy he siphoned from Emma was enough to kill him. He knew this because, by the time he had reached his room and collapsed near his bed, the swirling madness inside him had finally done what he had feared.

The first hours that had Damien on his bed, face down no less, felt like he had overworked his entire body and every muscle in his body was being consumed by some flesh-eating parasite. Every second that seemed to pass only made it worse. Despite having the desperate urge to scream, despite every fiber in his being wanting to take his power of shadows and end it right then and there, Damien didn’t take the coward’s way out. That wasn’t who he was. That and he knew it was only temporary. No matter how bad the pain got, once he gave it two or three hours, it would subside.

...Only it didn’t.

Throughout the night and after the rays of sunlight illuminated the darkness from his room, Damien was hunched over on the floor, holding his stomach as though if he were to remove his hands it was going to explode. Groans slowly made their way from his mouth and Damien was experiencing a first: genuine fear. The times before were nothing like this. His intake of his sister’s power, though it was substantially larger than previous times, didn’t dissolve after a couple of hours or even by the time morning came. It remained and the anguish growing deep inside him only seemed to make it worse.

“Why won’t it dissipate?”

Words felt like poison as his lips burned and his voice was lower than a murmur. Damien’s eyes opened and he saw only the color of a blinding red but everything he saw was like blood seeping through the cracks of each side of his room. When he turned his head one direction, a deep crimson consumed his vision and hid the white walls from him. Additionally, the pain in his stomach expanded to his head. It was about to explode and Damien had no way of knowing whether his body was going to consume itself or if when his new roommate came in was going to find nothing but the clothes on his back covered in black goo.

For probably the first time, Damien wasn’t okay. A depressing, sickly feeling crawled up his spine. It was at that exact moment did Damien feel the hours of gradual fatigue hit him at once. His entire body lifted itself into the air like he was a man possessed and his limbs contorted themselves. First, his arms folded inward, cracking limbs and bones as Damien couldn’t hold it in. His legs soon did the same as they twisted like a rope and soon Damien’s body was a ball, every inch he was in his vertical frame was reduced to this ball of human flesh wrapped in black leather.

And with a needle of white coming from the sides of the walls and Damien Black felt it pierce through him as easily as a hot knife sliced through butter. With this spike inside him, Damien’s ball-like form had exploded, splattering the walls of his room, the furniture near his bed, and the windows in a black goo that should have been red…

Suddenly, Damien rushed upright, heart heavily with how fast it was beating and the overwhelming sense of dread coursing through his body. “It felt so...real.” He was so thrown by what he just experienced that the Son of Nyx wasn’t sure if what he experienced was a dream. There was no way that could have been a dream. “It was so vivid and ...real.”

If it was indeed a dream, then what caused it? Surely it wasn’t his sister’s powers. Could that happen? Oh, what was he thinking? Anything was possible and he knew his sister inside and out. If there was one thing about Damien that he took an unbridled pride in, it was how close he was to Emma. They knew each other’s deepest secrets, including the extent to their powers. Both knew how dangerous the other’s powers were and them being side by side was the only way they knew to keep them in check.

“That had to be it.”

He was throwing out guesses at this point but it was the only thing that made sense. Or at least, maybe since he had just awoken from that dream, he wasn’t thinking clearly. The only thing he knew was the last time he siphoned her powers, he felt more empathetic than he usually was. Now, it was the dreams. How many more times can he do this before it consumes him like what he just drempt?

As he thought on that, the question would have to be answered another time. It wasn’t long until he heard the door to his apartment open and instantaneously, he smelled the intoxicating aroma of black tea mixed with green tea enter his and his roommate’s apartment. He put on a pair of gray sweatpants and walked out of his room. To his surprise, he didn’t see his roommate (whoever that was) but instead, his darling sister holding what he could only assume was a black tea with one splash of milk from Apollo Cafe.

“I was wondering who that was.” Damien laughed, smiling lazily. He was trying to hide it but the bags under his eyes and disheveled hair was a clear indication that he slept like shit and he felt even worse. “I’m kind of surprised you didn’t sleep in. Nobody would blame you if you chose to hibernate for the entire semester.” He remarked as he took a sip of the semi-bitter tea, just as was exactly how the Gods intended black tea to taste like.

&&𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑.

request type. // Set: Signature and Avatar
stock and images. // 1 2 & Gif image.
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Put On A Happy Face"
misc. // Since this is based around The Joker, the sort of vibe I'm wanting is very chaotic and just flat out crazy. Feel free to literally go crazy with colors. The Joker is a pretty unpredictable character, so you have the freedom to do what you feel is best. <3 If at all possible, can the gif image be included in the signature in some way? Also, if you use one of the still images for the signature, use the other for the avatar.

Freeform Kingdom Hearts RP

Shit too bad this didn't go anywhere.

Post a random fact about yourself.

No sleep makes for a cranky Tundra.

that's so meta || character storage thread

Jade Taylor

⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"We’re all going to burn"

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

Willow Jade Taylor

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

N/A

▼ | GENDER : |

Female

▼ | AGE : |

18

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'11
▸ WEIGHT : | 125lbs
▸ ETHNICITY : | German-American
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Blonde.
▸ EYE COLOR : | Bluish-Green.

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |
Jade has been described as having what’s called a “pear body” with measurements that do not make her too skinny but nowhere near curvy. She works out on the regular, which may attribute to her lean build and tight features (stomach, buttocks, legs, etc). Her skin is nowhere near flawless. As a young adult, especially one with the life that she’s had, there is bound to be evidence of previous stress. There are marks along her arms -- well, scars more like it. They have, for the most part, healed due to her metahuman ability, but those kind of scars don’t ever go away that soon. She does tend to keep her blonde hair unkempt, but she has a preference of looping it into a single ponytail. And aside from a slightly angled jawline and the sometimes heavily application of make-up, Jade is relatively above average as far as her natural looks go. Her genes have gifted her with being pretty and that’s honestly the only thing that can be said about that.

▼ | ATTIRE : |
When it comes to her style, there’s something to be said about how Jade can make an outdated look appear to be stylish. For her, sometimes being sexy and being comfortable are one in the same. She generally likes to dress lowkey but with a flavor or two added from the grunge style. This usually translates to some generic tops, flats, jean shorts/pants, dresses often paired with a jacket of some sort, skirts with thigh-high socks, fishnet stockings, flannel shirts if she’s feeling it, and, of course, beanie knit caps for when she can’t be bothered to do her hair in the morning.

Basically, Jade goes through two modes: the mode where she puts effort into looking good and it will show and the mode when she can’t be bothered and will just throw on that doesn’t make her look completely hideous, even though nine times out of ten, she looks around looking like a female bum.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

”Just because they say you can’t do it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

▼ | PERSONALITY : |
There’s a lot to be said about Jade as a person. On the surface, she appears to hold herself with confidence. Dressing the way that she does and not giving a fuck about what anyone might think takes a lot of balls and even more confidence to support the weight of the world that she carries on her shoulders. It might not seem like it, but even at the age of eighteen, Jade has seen more trauma in her life than anyone her age should. Because she hasn’t let it drown her is even more reason that she has a strong will to survive.

First impressions with Jade always seem to go as well as they possibly could. She’s a friendly girl and has just enough of a down-to-earth personality that doesn’t make her boring (which she is anything but), yet it doesn’t make her too overbearing. Her usually chill demeanor always serves as a gesture for people to befriend her. It’s when they see she’s got a chip on her shoulder and a bit of an edge/anger problem that might be a problem later. Being friends with Jade, however, does guarantee that she’ll fight for you at any given moment she senses people might cause a problem for her friends. She’ll defend that person or those people until she dies. Another thing that attracts people to Jade is her love for adventure and her loose interpretation of the rules.

Just as there is an upside to Jade’s overall persona, the biggest downside boils down to two things: her temper and recklessness. Maybe she’ll punch a few people, maybe Jade will do something a little more than what some normal people call “obeying the law”, and maybe -- just maybe -- Jade will blow up at someone so intensely it might actually get physical power wise. Truth is, she doesn’t think half the time. Jade is a passionate young woman and her superpower is an extension of herself, so it only intensifies her unpredictable nature. It doesn’t help that she goes through very high and lows. When she’s high, she feels like she’s at the top of Mount Everest, but when she hits a low, that’s when her emotional instability is seen clear as the fire that can random shoot from her hands.

▼ | SKILLS : |
Street Fighting /// If you had grown up in the slums of Seattle, it was either learn how to defend yourself or die trying. Jade opted for the former. She took up boxing as a form of self defense. She won a few junior competitions during her seven years being a practictioner until an incident involving her uncle forced her to quit and move cross country to North Carolina.

Mechanic /// Through her uncle being the leader of a motorcycle gang, Jade was always around bikes from a young age. Her daily routine was school, boxing, and then hanging about at her uncle’s motorcycle club/garage. There she learned how to take apart motorcycles and put them back together; but eventually that knowledge carried over to automobiles in general. If it has an engine, it was likely Jade knew how to work it and what needed fixing just after a few moments of looking at it.

Eye for Style /// Just because she’s rough around the edges doesn’t mean Jade can’t rock a look. She can make homeless rags look stylish with the right snip here and there. Her mind is wired in just the right way so that she can spot what goes with what. She knows when to take a risk with a certain outfit and when to play it safe. Colors are a huge factor, too!

▼ | BACK STORY : |

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Ever fight a Thunder-God!?"

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-Red | Fire Manipulation

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Jade has always burned with an intense passion and with that emotions run high. And her abilities are a direct extension of that. She is able to concentrate high heat from in her body and project it outward from her body, though mainly her hands. This heat, when physically realized, is fire -- hot, burning, melt-your-face fire. She has been noted to possess the range of five feet in front of her when projecting streams of high-temperature fire from either or both of her hands without any difficulties arising. And as noted during her time at Academy 003, Jade is also capable of generating her own fire for uses such as concentrating the heat into her hands for a literal "burning touch" that can induce burning sensations on skin, causing them to blister, blacken metal after a few seconds of touching them, and completely evaporating small amounts of water. Additionally, Jade is also able to create smaller constructs such as fireballs and hurl them towards a target and she can do it multiple times.

▼ | LIMITS : |

Despite being able to manipulate and generate fire, Jade herself is not actually immune to it completely. If her own fire is thrown back at her, though it will not harm her in the same it would a person without her abilities, she will still get burned. The same also could be said about when she is thrown into heated places. Like everyone else, she is subject to smoke inhalation and burns if the heat is bad enough to get past her partial fire immunity.

Jade's abilities are also quite limited to offensive capabilities. Some say it's because of the wildness of her personality, which often reflects on the overall control she might have. Her manipulation isn't perfect, so it goes without saying that her accuracy when she wants to hit something isn't exactly -- well, accurate. She might miss her marker by a few inches or might completely obliterate it. Either she's too emotional and her fire runs wild like her spirit or she holds back too much, thus doubting her potential.

When Jade activates her burning touch, she can only do it three fingers at a time. If she even attempts to go past that by an inch, it will literally backfire and cause her feel some burning sensations.

Lastly, if Jade ends up soaking wet in water, she will temporarily be unable to use her abilities until dry.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

Jade has two weaknesses: anything cold and anything to do with her mental state. When faced with the opposing element, JAde will lose. this is not something she can force out with her will. When her fire comes into contact with anything cold (as long as it is as strong or stronger than her), she will lose. And when Jade is losing control of her mental state, depending on the state of her reserves, which again also depends on just how frantic she might be acting, it'll backfire on her. Jade's abilities will be severely weakened and might even cause a double-edged scenario where she feels more of the fire than her targets do.

High altitudes also present a problem because where it is harder to breathe, Jade cannot properly focus; and if she can't focus, no fire. Also, no food means no fuel and no fuel means no fire.