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Name: Bee
Age: 18
Location: GMT -0500

Status: Kind of moved to Tumblr. You can find me at the-bee-rps.tumblr.com

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Oliver and Todd? Hah! Fantastic. I'm gonna be out for a few hours, but I'll hopefully be able to get in a post tonight.
"It's perfect the way it is, honestly, but if you want me to style it for you sometime, I can totally do that," Asher offered and drew his hand away when he was finished fondling her locks. Completely ignoring the fact that he just stared at her breasts, he went on to say, "Don't worry about it; I'm sure you're not the only one who missed the table." He took her hand somewhat firmly and gave it a gentle pump.

"I'm Asher. Pleasure to meet you, Kirina. Beautiful name, by the way." Admittedly, he said that a lot to people, but he thought he meant it this time. There was a ringing quality to her name that he just adored. Asher shot a look to the guy that blurted out something about a party and rolled his eyes back to Kirina.

"Seems like it," He murmured agreeably. Asher actually loved going to parties, but while he agreed with the guy's sentiment, he was a little more, well, classy than just blurting it out for the whole room to hear. He let out a small chuckle at her "majoring in disappointment" spiel. That was cute. Personally, Asher didn't think he could disappoint his parents if he tried.

"It's totally fine. I love ramblers," He said, "I'm majoring in Musical Theater with a minor in Business Management. The minor was my dad's idea, really, and I guess it kind of makes sense if I want to learn how to promote myself as an actor, you know? I think it's super cool that you like to make movies. My brother actually is a screenwriter. You might know him-" In the middle of his own ramble when some guy turned around and started talking to them. His opener about spiking the drink was a little disquieting for Asher, but he didn't let it show because it sounded like he was joking. Maybe.

"Hey Jake. I'm Asher," He introduced himself. After a beat, he looked Jake over, more assessing than anything. "You wouldn't happen to be in Whitehall, would you?" It wouldn't hurt to ask. He was still on the search for his roommate, after all.
Basic Information

Name: Oliver Long
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Ollie
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 139
Status: New Student
Appearance

Hair Color: Medium brown
Eye Color: One yellow-green, one blue
Ethnicity: Caucasian American (one-quarter Chinese)
Physical Appearance: Oliver has a wiry, slender build with toned muscles in places that normal people don’t typically have muscles, particularly around his joints and back. His eyes are narrow and somewhat almond shaped. They’re two different colors; The right a yellow-green color and the left an icy blue. His pupils contract vertically like cats do. His hair is auburn, medium length and straight as a ruler. It lays where it lays in there’s not much he can do about it but slick it back with gel if he’s feeling fancy. He has smooth facial features that claim back to his Chinese roots; High cheek bones, oval shaped face, etc. His cuspids and molars are a little sharper and more pointed than a normal human’s teeth would be. His fingers and toes are long and the nails, while blunt, can be pretty sharp.

Attire: Oliver doesn’t usually wear loose-fitting clothes. He doesn’t wear super tight clothes either. Just close-fitting things like skinny jeans, polos, and so on. He has a secret fondness for flannel as well. He likes showing skin as well, so if his shirt has buttons, three to four of the tops ones will be undone.
Personality

Outward & Innate Personality: Oliver has a sense of charm and humor that can be lost on a lot of people, but he’s perfectly unflappable when it comes to adversity. He doesn’t change himself for anyone or any reason. It’s that kind of stubbornness that gets him into fights, but it’s also the kind that fires him up for competitive sport. Oliver has always been driven to be the best at everything he does no matter what. He puts on an air of confidence about himself and his cat puns, even though the latter can be particularly abrasive, but he’s not a constant gloat. While he’s certainly not opposed to talking about himself, he is very capable of holding stimulating, intellectual conversations or just hanging out. He’s curious and independent almost to a fault.

Inwardly, Oliver has suffer massive amounts of pressure to be the absolute best at everything he does from his family, his grandfather in particular. He fears failure which is why he doesn’t let it be an option in his train of thought. He enjoys the company of others, but he’s hesitant to let himself rely on other people for anything. Sometimes he’ll disappear and go off on his own, just so he knows that he can, before coming back, fully expecting things to be the same upon his return. He can be quite a cynic in terms of his view of the world.

Hobbies/Interests: Contrary to what his power might suggest, he enjoys swimming quite a lot as well as other beach and water-based activities; Sailing, snorkeling, volleyball, scuba diving, fishing, surfing, jet-skiing, etc.
He likes to read books and study Chinese calligraphy. He’ll be the first to tell someone the tattoo they think means “courage” is actually “soup”.
Oliver has a habit of reviewing complex math algorithms online for kicks and will occasionally invent a loose theory or two and pitch it to his math nerd friends on internet forums.
He likes to skateboard and made a point of bringing both his regular board and his longboard with him.
Oliver loves music, but he’s absolutely miserable at playing piano, despite the year of lessons he endured on it.
Maintaining his nails is a big thing for him, so he can give a mani-pedi to anyone who asks for it.

Skills/Talents: Martial arts is something that’s run through his family for a long time. He’s been studying since he could stand upright on his own. He’s also skilled at parkour and the general scaling and jumping over or onto things. He tried gymnastics for a few years in middle school, but ended up quitting when it started interfering with his grades.
He speaks pretty decent Chinese.

Prized Possession: A long smoking pipe given to him by his grandfather.

Quote(s): “Is it me or is it freezing in here?

You could say I have a talented tongue.

Oh, I seem to have lost my fav-fur-ate book, The Great Cats-by. Maybe you could help meow-t?”
History/Bio: It's a super secret.

Family:

Mother - Elizabeth Long
Father - Dewu “Daniel” Long
Uncle - Sheng-Li Long
Grandfather - “Yeye” Tai-Zue Long
Grandmother - Susan Long
Brother - Hugo Long

Relationships

Relationships: None yet.
Abilities

Power Class: Animal 5

Power: [i]Shapeshifting
- Oliver can take on many of the physical qualities of a feline. When his adrenaline spikes or when he wills it, he can lengthen his nails into very sharp, very strong claws that are about an inch to an inch and a half long. He can use them to climb walls if they’re not made of thick metal, glass, or some other impenetrable material. His teeth can lengthen as well to about an inch with his cuspids. His irises can expand over his whites to compensate for his expanding pupils, improving his night vision. His tongue is pretty long and a little rough, but he doesn’t use it much for anything aside from eating and… well… Anyway.

Enhanced Senses - He can see at farther distances. He can be exceptionally sensitive to changes in temperature and air pressure (guessing when it’s about to rain). Oliver has a very keen sense of smell and hearing as well. Everything and everyone has their own particular scent making it easy to remember people or find them. He can hear a whisper about five feet away from him, a normal conversation next door, and a shout from a few rooms away. Needless to say, he’s very particular about food because of sensitive taste buds.

Cat-like Reflexes - Oliver is extraordinarily quick on his feet already because of his martial arts training, but when his adrenaline is going and his agility increases even more. He doesn’t always land on his feet, but he does more often than he doesn’t. He can jump nine feet into the air with a running start and he has a very good sense of balance. Not a lot can trip him up and he can move swiftly on a tightrope with five textbooks on top of his head if he tried. He’s a light sleeper and is usually the first to react to any type of noise that happens while he’s sleeping. He is a silent walker and highly flexible. If there’s a space some inches wide, he can probably cram himself into it.

Nine Lives - Oliver doesn’t literally have nine lives, but he can withstand near-fatal injuries better than most people. So, it may appear as if he died, but really, he’s not.

Purring - It’s a mystery to him, but Oliver tends to purr when he sleeps as opposed to snoring. He rarely purrs when he’s awake unless he’s feeling very, very comfortable.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks: He fucking hates dogs and dogs tend to hate him. It’s an irrational fear/dislike that can lead him to overreacting to conversations, pictures and even dog-like behavior. That said, anything related to canines will seek him out to hunt him, generally speaking. Along with this, he has a primal fear of storms. As in, someone would have to physically remove him from his fetal position to get him to go anywhere if there is a storm outside.

He’s a little colorblind. He didn’t used to be, but recently, he’s stopped being able to see reds clearly.

If he’s listening for something in a crowded room, it’s very difficult for him to isolate the sound. He tends to hear everything at once unless someone close to him is speaking directly towards him.

Coming from a warm climate, he has a higher tolerance for warm weather than he does cold weather. Even the slightest draft can set him shivering.

If he breaks a nail, it takes a while for it to grow back to its full length and strength. His recovery time in general takes a little longer than most people because of his unique physique. If he ever receives a head injury, he’s more likely to wake up with a bit of memory loss than most people.

Other: None.
I'm cooking up another character to put in here, just as a heads up.
Vera

"Sure you could have, Sam," Vera whispered back oozing sarcasm. She shot him a playful smirk. Really, didn't know- and didn't want to know- who would win that fight. Valjean was ruthless and Sam had a mostly good head on his shoulders it seemed. It would be a shame if he lost it. Chris' arrival surprised Vee in more ways than one. She heard tell that he was coming back, but to actually see him now... She felt like she should say something. Like a "Hi" or a "How are you?" or maybe "Can I try growing your arm back?" She frowned at Vespera, but didn't otherwise dignify her with a reply to her rude comment. She had all the sensitivity of a cold brick.

Vee pointedly looked away from Valjean and ignored him as he went on his rant. Listening to his jabber would only serve to aggravate her further; A true waste of her precious energy. She thought about something else and Ethan came to mind. She missed him on the boat and over the summer, if she was to be completely honest with herself. The fresh wave of rage brought her focus to Deborah when she came more than her words. Her exchange with Valjean put a knot in her stomach and she shot a quick look back to where she came from only to find Shannon looking right back at her. Vee didn't need to be an empath to see she wasn't amused.

"Don't worry about it, Henry," She said to his apology. Better him than her or anyone else for that matter. Her mood brightened considerably when Tess wheeled Dana over to their little group. She smiled when Tess looked at her and was prepared to return her greet until she followed it up with a question. It jarred her for a second, switching topics like that, but by the time Henry echoed her question, she had a response. Vee supposed it was a little strange not having him in her shadow, but she insisted it was good for him to branch out of his comfort zone.

"Yeah, he's probably in the admin building looking for his roommate," She guessed with a light shrug, "I'll walk with you." Vee checked back to Sam. "You coming?"

Ethan

Ethan accidentally bristled when someone touched his shoulder. He wasn't a fan of physical contact, especially touches of the unexpected variety. Inwardly, he cringed at his own reaction and managed a hasty recovery, forcing his shoulders to settle as he slowly turned to face the shoulder-tapper. On instinct, he looked up since most people were taller than him, but to his surprise, he had to drop his eyes several inches to meet the eyes of the other boy. He blinked owlishly a few times.

"H-Hello?" He choked out, "Can I help you with something?" He looked a little bit younger than him, but even if he was a new student, Ethan wasn't totally sure how he would help him.
Heh. S'okay, Jazz. I edited her sheet. Hopefully it's gone in. The internet's been a little sketchy for me, too.
Nah, he's in there. In the middle-ish. I spelled his name wrong, though. Gonna fix that.
Mr Allen J said
I updated my sheets with what my characters think of Vera and Ethan.


Heh. Boy scout. Amanda cracks me up.
Vera

Sam. Vera committed the name to memory and was about to politely decline his offer for a cigarette when Valjean wormed his way into their conversation. Involuntarily, she grimaced at the sound of his voice before she actually processed his words. Generally, whatever he had to say either irked or disgusted her. This time, it happened to be both. Squaring her shoulders, she looked at Valjean without angling her body to face him.

"We're not here to fight-" Sam spoke and apparently, they were here to fight. At least the boys were. Sensing the situation spiral out of control, Vera's eyes darted to and fro, searching for a way out. She shifted her weight on her feet, putting herself behind Sam a little more just in time for Vespera slither up beside her. Oh, great. Like she needed someone else to stir the pot. She shot the other girl a hard look, nonverbally telling her to piss off before she made things worse- Oh, no.

Vera rolled her eyes to the sky. Already, Valjean was powering up. Fan-fucking-tastic. There was no talking him down from his pedestal, so as a last-ditch attempt to salvage the situation, she turned to Sam and put a hand on his shoulder. His annoyance shot through her and mingled with her own for a second. The move wasn't to try and tamper with his emotions, just to get his attention.

"Sam," She urged, "This guy's not worth your time. Seriously. He does this to everybody." Vee saw Henry come over in just enough time for her to get out of his way as he made a grab for Sam and Valjean. Relief washed over her. Henry was a great guy, but he could be downright spooky when he put his mind to it. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited patiently for the scolding to come to an end. When she was addressed, she flashed him a grateful smile and shot a sidelong glance to Sam. She hoped he wouldn't mind if she introduced them. It was a little patronizing in her mind, but with the tension so high, she didn't want to press it.

"Henry, this is Sam. Sam, this is- ah, Mr. Olin?" She passed her hand between them as she spoke. Vee was so used to calling him Henry, but since he was a teacher now, she wasn't totally sure what he would rather be called.

Ethan

A warm feeling spread through Ethan's chest at Morrison's greeting. His shoulders relaxed a fraction of an inch and his pulse steadied considerably. Absently, he began fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. Home was the Academy. That place he was confined to over breaks and holidays was a constant and grossly high level of hell. Memories of that place threatened to enter his conscious mind, so his reply was quick and hollow sounding despite the effort he put into sounding genuine.

"Oh, you know. Same old stuff. Nothing new. I'm glad to hear your vacation went well." His tone picked up sincerity as he turned his thoughts away from himself. "I'm glad to be back for another year." All true facts. Some more fortunate than others. "Did you find out your roommate assignment yet?" It looked like he had something in his hands. Ethan couldn't read braille, so it could have been anything. A small part of him wished that they were rooming together, even though it probably wouldn't be possible given their age differences.
Oh, goddamnit. You ninja'd me, Jazzy.
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