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Superpowered RP: Looking for more players

Sorry for taking so long haha. Thank you for providing that list! I decided to go with the Atmokinesis idea. I hope I did ok with my CS haha.

I was wondering, that storm that she caused, could that be a sort of historical event for the town? Like maybe it's known as the Great Freak Storm of 2013? Just a thought I had haha.

Superpowered RP: Looking for more players

Name:

Sayuri Suzuki

Age:

14

Grade:

Freshman

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Power:

Atmokinesis - the ability to manipulate the atmosphere, like making storms.

Personality:

Sayuri is quiet and reserved. She prefers the company of books and enjoys being in libraries or coffee houses. She loves music and must always have music on. She can be a bit distracted sometimes since she has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. She can sometimes have mood swings that come out of nowhere.

Likes: Anime, music, manga, reading, sci-fi, researching, libraries, learning, swimming, kayaking.

Dislikes: Rudeness, tardiness, being told her opinion is wrong, not being taken seriously, black coffee, hovering adults, being part of a group, not having her own private space.

History:

Sayuri was born in a small seaside town in the countryside of Japan. Her mother is Japanese and her father was American. They lived in Japan for the first five years of her life before moving to Pavar. She speaks fluent Japanese and English with native accents. She is an only child and sometimes she wishes that she had siblings, though this feeling is usually at war with her introverted personality. She’s always done good in school and she had plans to eventually go to Oxford to earn a degree in Astrophysics, however, a very powerful event in her life changed everything.

When she was 12, her father was killed in a mugging as he was coming home from work. Her father’s death devastated Sayuri and her mother. She started feeling depressed and she had nightmares. Her mother became distant, when before she used to be warm and loving. Sayuri felt her mother drift away into herself. It hurt Sayuri that her mother was still there, but leaving her to fend for herself emotionally. Her mother started taking pills and no longer treated Sayuri like her daughter. She became cold and threw herself into her work as a bank executive.

Sayuri began to have difficulties managing her emotions. She started to have more mood swings and she occasionally felt the urge to snap at people and tell them mean things - though she never did. Her grades began to suffer. She was still learning, but she wouldn’t do her homework and didn’t care about turning it in. She didn’t care about the future or where she would go to school. Life seemed meaningless to her. What was the point of living when you could get mugged inches from your car and murdered?

Even after realizing she had a gift, it only made life harder for her. Her gift was volatile and it meant that she had to try and keep a tighter reign on her emotions. It was enough to make someone crazy. Sayuri believed that she would eventually go crazy.

Awakening:

Everyone was crying. Her mother was crying - the last time she ever would. Her aunts and uncles were crying, the hypocrites. They never liked her father and it made her sick that they were pretending to now. All of her father’s friends were there. He hadn’t had any blood relatives. Her father had always told her that she was his whole world.

Sayuri hadn’t been able to cry. Her mother had slapped her in the car minutes before the ceremony at the graveyard, but she couldn’t cry. It was like she’d dried up before she’d even had a chance to shed a single tear. Even the black suits and black dresses and black mesh covering her aunts’ faces, and even the priest making his speech over her father’s casket as it was being lowered - none of it let it her cry. It made her angry, but she couldn’t even hold on to that anger. It was leaking out of her. Leaking out like the tears were supposed to.

She looked up at the clear sky and the scorching sun. She felt hot in her black mourning dress. Her father would have thought this was funny. People wearing ridiculous clothing during a hot summer day. The sky was trying to cry too. She could feel it in her bones. But it couldn’t cry. Not until she did.

The priest stopped speaking and people formed a line to pour dirt into the hole where her dad would live for the rest of eternity. When it was her turn, she picked up a handful of sand.

“What a strange custom,” she thought - and then she opened her hand and started to cry. She fell to the ground and a pain so absolute blossomed inside her soul and filled her completely. She let out a silent scream and tears streamed down her face so violently that she could feel herself being hollowed out. Someone was at her side, she didn’t know who. Water began to pool underneath her and she thought it was strange that she could cry so much as to create a pool. And then it seemed to go dark. She could hear people calling out to her, but she didn’t want to hear them. Thunder boomed. Someone tried to move her and she cried out. There was a flash of light and then - boom! The thunder was right on top of them and she could feel buckets of water pouring down on her. Why were they throwing buckets of water at her?

She finally looked up. The sun was gone. Instead, dark living clouds covered the sky. They roared with anger and sadness and she knew that it was her own anger, her own sadness, trapped in those clouds.

“Where did this rain come from?” She heard someone yell. Everyone around her was drenched and trying to find cover. It began to hail and large chunks of hail hit the ground around her. One of her uncles would later have a black eye were one large piece of hail hit him. Lightning fell from the sky. The wind howled and she could feel it fly by her faster than she ever had before. Part of her mind registered tornadoes in the distance. People were trying to stay on the ground, but she saw the priest carried past her by strong winds. She almost laughed in hysteria.

She could feel bits of debris hitting her face, but she didn’t care. Her emotions were pouring out and she didn’t want it to stop. But part of her knew that she had to stop. And so she did. Her energy had expended itself. She could feel the clouds moving away. Rays of sunlight shone through the dark clouds. The rain stopped and so did everything else. When she looked up at the sky again, the sun was back. She fell to the ground and let herself smile sadly.

“Goodbye father,” she said. She has not been able to cause a storm like that again and wasn’t sure if she ever could.

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I was wondering about that haha. I was like, would my character come out of the bathroom and be like, "Is this a bad time?" haha

I'm still trying to think up a good character, I'm sort of deciding if I might want her to have a different power haha

Superpowered RP: Looking for more players

Hello! I'm very interested in this, though I am very behind it seems. I am trying to catch and have been looking over the CS's and the OOC.

I have an idea for a character with Atmokinesis (Storm Manipulation), but I wanted to run that by you first before making an App.

The ability would be very similar to Storm from X-Men. I know that someone already has Electrokinesis and that's why I wanted to ask first. My character wouldn't be able to control electricity exactly. Instead, they control lightning, and it has to come from the sky and she can't shoot it out of her hands and stuff like that. With Atmokinesis she can generate wind storms, make it rain hard or a little, and make snow and cloudyness and things like that. Though she doesn't have direct control over wind the way someone with Wind Manipulation can. And she doesn't manipulate water either, just the rain downpour and how much it pours down and stuff like that.

I was thinking that it would be tied to her emotions.

Hopefully there's still room! Let me know what you think of this ability and if you have any suggestions.

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There was a loud sound as the bus ran over something the the wheels popped. Kids screamed as glass shattered as the loose seat-belts smashed into them. Glass went everywhere and Dylan felt a sharp sting on his cheek - later followed by a feeling of wetness running down his face.

Dylan reached his hand up to touch the wetness and his hand came away bloody. It wasn't very much blood, but his cheek stung a lot. It felt kind of like getting a paper cut.

The two chaperones and the driver were screaming at the kids to remain calm, which wasn't very encouraging as the adults didn't seem very calm.

"Please remain calm," Mr. Cole said, "is anyone hurt?"

"Just a scratch on my cheek," Dylan said quietly. He was in shock, he thought. Had they run over spikes? Why would there be spikes? It couldn't have been spikes.

Dylan asked Josh to move so he could get into the isle. He felt too clausterphobic in the corner.

"I need to get off this thing," Dylan told his brother as he passed him. A girl knocked into him as she ran past, screaming and knocked Dylan onto his brother. Dylan apologized absently and stood again. Many of the kids had scared faces. Someone was screaming very loudly in the very back. Dylan looked and wished he hadn't. He wondered what Josh would think.

In the back, where the girl was screaming, a boy - maybe it was Stan - was facing the wrong direction in relation to his body. Dylan felt his stomach churn. He needed to get off this bus.

He made his way past the hysterical kids and somehow made it out. The doors were open and Mrs. Staffer was already outside, bent over the grass on the side of the road.

Once he was outside, he could breathe again. He reigned in the feeling in his stomach and went to stand on a stop in the grass with enough distance away from the driver.

The fog was thick and he could barely see his hands in front of him. The bus behind him was merely a shadow and the only sounds he could hear were those of the panicked bus riders and the bus driver. The small relief he had felt from being outside started to waiver as the fog started to feel as though it was smothering him.

Then he heard something. There was a sound in the distant. Coming closer very quickly. He tried to listen to it to discern what was making the sound. He thought it sounded like - an engine. But the bus' engine was off.

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Dylan frowned as he watched the "No Signal" text on his phone blink.

"Sorry, I don't either," Dylan said.

A cacophony of "Me neither," "not me," "I don't either," rang out.

Mrs. Staffer said, "Alright then. Don't worry guys, I used to drive when all we had were plain old maps." She laughed and Dylan knew that it was likely every student on the bus was rolling his or her eyes. Probably even some of the chaperones.

"I bet she was driving when the dinosaurs were still around," Dylan heard a kid say.

Dylan snorted and whispered to Josh, "Yeah, because I'm sure there were busses around at the same time as the dinosaurs millions of years ago." Dylan realized he was probably taking the statement a bit too seriously but things like that irked him. If someone was going to make a stupid joke, it should at least make sense.

"There should be a map under the seat, Kally," Ms. Mindy said from the back.

"Wow," a girl said from one of the seats in front of them, "look at the fog."

Dylan looked out. The fog had been light, but now he couldn't see anything at all. At least before he had been able to discern trees passing them by, but now all he saw was a wall of fog. He placed his hand against the window. He thought he could feel the spot that he touched grow colder. The fog seemed to grow thicker near his hand. He heard something that sounded like a whisper and he shuddered.

"Did you hear that?" Dylan asked his brother, looking back at him with his hand still up against the window.

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Dylan wondered whether he should join the game of cards some of the kids were playing, but it did seem annoying having to fix the cards each time they got messed up.

He brought out a WIRED magazine and started reading an article about a smart watch, but he kept having a weird feeling. Josh had mentioned that he was feeling odd too. He wasn't sure if Josh was picking up on his feelings through the "twin thing" that twins tend to do, or if he was getting a weird vibe about this trip all on his own.

They finally left the city limits. Once they left the last stretch of shops, there was nothing but desert at either side of them. Mountains loomed in the distance in either direction.

Dylan moved around in his seat, trying to get more comfortable. He was trying to keep from being fidgety and he noticed that he had been tapping his foot habitually for a while now and the muscles in his leg felt kind of tense.

The bus went over a bump in the road and the game of cards had to start over since everything spilled onto the floor and there was no way of knowing who had what without anyone cheating.

"Hey Dylan," a girl's voice said from behind them. Dylan turned and smiled at Felicity. "Do you have a sharpener? I broke my pencil when the bus went all crazy."

"Sure," Dylan said, smiling. He went into his backpack and brought out a pencil sharpener with it's own container for catching pencil shavings. "Here you go," he said, handing it to her. She smiled at him, flipping her blond hair behind her shoulders. Dylan was stunned for a few seconds when her hand touched his as she took the sharpener. It seemed like it was in slow motion.

She was about to hand it back to him. "Keep it," Dylan said, smiling, "I have like fifty of them."

"Ok, thanks," she said. When Dylan turned back he tried to avoid looking at Josh and he could feel his face going red.

"So, umm, how's your book?" Dylan asked.

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Dylan

Dylan was still thinking about the weird stuff he had seen in the hallways when he heard Josh.

"Good," Dylan said, distracted and looking back at the hallway they had come out of. There were plenty of kids coming out of it now and the front lawn was quickly filling with students getting in line to get on the bus.

"How about you?" Dylan asked, looking at his brother. Dylan noticed that Josh looked a bit spooked and was about to ask what was wrong when the supervising teacher spoke.

"Ok everyone, have your permission slips out and ready to turn in as you enter the bus." She spoke loud and, since they were close to her, Dylan's ears rang from how loud it was. "Whoever doesn't have their permission slips cannot go on the trip. No exceptions."

Dylan took out his permission slip from his backpack to get it ready. Dylan took one last look at the hallway and then decided to shake it off.

"Did you hear that they opened that new super fast ride at the theme park?" Dylan asked, smiling at his brother. "Hope you're not going to chicken out."

"Alright, start moving forward," the teacher said - making Dylan jump.

He showed her his permission slip and she smiled, "The twins."

"Yup," Dylan said, rolling his eyes at Josh. The teachers seemed to like to call them "the twins," as if they only existed as a pair.

"Okay, get on. It's open seating so sit wherever you'd like."

Dylan smiled and boarded the bus. He made his way to the middle of the bus and got in one of the seats, waiting for Josh. He had a bad feeling. He couldn't identify it and didn't even know what it was that he was feeling exactly. He felt uneasy. Next to him, he noticed a crack in the window, small and seemingly inconsequential.

"Cracks in the windows. Cracks in the world," Dylan said, absentmindedly - not knowing where the words were coming from.

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Oh, that's a great idea! I'll think of some to add for Dylan.

And awesome post! I can already tell this is gonna be fun!

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Name: Dylan Davenport
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Power(s): Freeze Time (slow molecules) and Blow things up (speed up molecules). These will be weak at first.
Personality:
Kind and loving. Dylan is usually quiet and reserved, but will speak out when he doesn't like something. He doesn't like to express his opinion often and doesn't like to make others feel uncomfortable, for the most part. He likes to talk about academic things, like research and politics, but also likes to talk about movies and books. He can be outgoing, but usually prefers to just hang out with a few friends rather than party or be in a large group. He likes to help people in need and it gives him a sense of self-worth and satisfaction.
Recently, Dylan has become much more of a philosopher and likes to daydream a lot about the future, the human condition, and astronomy. This has made him a bit moodish at times and people have noted that he has been more serious lately. He feels like life can be overwhelming and he wants to find a purpose in life. He is afraid of never finding that one thing that makes living worthwhile.
Likes:
Movies, books, writing, making music, swimming, the beach, helping people, academic research, studying.
Dislikes:
Playing sports, rudeness, fake humility, ignorance about a topic and still speaking about it, mean people, cussing, disrespect, math, unhealthy foods, movies with poor dialogue, sitting next to strangers on the bus or train, cats.
Activities/Hobbies:
Reading, hiking, making music, writing, researching interesting topics, making YouTube videos about the research topics he's interested in.
Appearance:
Dylan likes to wear dark blue jeans and a gray shirt. He has a swimmer's body and is very lean. He isn't super muscular, but doesn't have much excess fat on his body. He is about 5'8. He usually goes with a grey shirt and a comfortable cotton sweater.