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The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story (Rebooted!)

You already know what the fuck 'boutta happen.

The Witches Of Shipden Peak

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Location ⋗ The Patch. Interactions ⋗ McDonald @Bartimaeus | Simon(Safeguarded)@Prosaic | Manon @PatientBean | Phalko @CasLink School of Magic ⋗ Abjuration & Evocation Items ⋗ ???	_

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Everyone had broken into a dead sprint to get away from the beast. Phalko, apparently adept in Conjuration, actually teleported away. Stormy found that rather impressive. He'd have to ask them about that after this was all said and done. Keeping up with Simon, he was looking back and forth between every member of the group, but his attention was completely taken over by the Black Shuck suddenly appearing before them. There it was again- that haunting choke in the air that felt like death had taken shape and looked at them. Stormy was already preparing to raise more defensives when it vanished again, in the corner of his eyes, and off to somewhere else. He started running again once he couldn't see it. It's playing with us before it-

Stormy heard something hit the ground, and he turned around to see that Zhalia had fallen, and the beast was staring at her. Everything in his mind completely stopped, and the only thought he had left was to do whatever every Abjurer did best.

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Class would be ending in five minutes, and the gymnasium floor had been blackened from countless attempts of Stormy's students to penetrate his defensive magic. Fireballs, small familiars, conjured firecrackers and even a skeletal cat of all things did nothing but give the janitor a long day. The magic protections prepared before this lesson held, and standing among a class of fatigued witches was a pale green dome. Inside of it was Stormy, or Mr. Wheeler as they knew him. His arms were crossed, wrapped by glowing chains saturated with magic. He looked at all of his students, visibly drained from raining utter hell upon the man who didn't even flinch behind that dome, and let it disappear so he could wrap things up.

"You all look killed. We'll stop now. You all did great, you didn't simply give up because it was too difficult. That is exactly how you improve. Jordan, the firecrackers were clever, but you'll be seeing me after class for that." Someone in the group laughed, but everyone looked absolutely tired of this. Today was the first time Stormy had brought them here to throw themself upon him. He didn’t know his Abjuration students had been practicing to this degree in their other classes, and frankly, it made him proud. ”Listen, I don't want any of you to feel discouraged for not making it past my barriers. I know you're all frustrated. This is what your own Abjuration should become one day. If one of you were inside of that dome with me, nothing- and I mean nothing would harm you. From now on, this will be a regular part of our lessons. When I test your nullification, you should aim to make them this strong. Your forcefields will be the same way if you put in the effort, and I will show you how."

”How’re we supposed to do that? You’ve got magic chains that make your magic stronger.” One student said, looking ready to fall over.

”Even if I didn’t have these chains. I would have no trouble defending myself from all of you, and I don’t say that to demean any of you. I say that, because that is what Abjuration is supposed to do. As Abjurers, you are healers, you are protectors, and you are a line of defense between those who need protection and whatever the world throws at you.”

Their teacher, which one of them had long ago nicknamed “Mr. Stormy” for the look he got in his eyes when talking about this very subject, spoke in a way that held as much conviction as his magic held strength. His students were children, and children often stopped paying attention when they got bored, but everyone gave him his undivided attention right now. ”The path to unbreakable defense is a long one, but it is worth it. As someone who studies Abjuration, it is your responsibility to make yourself into something that cannot be overpowered. Be unbreakable, and-“

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-Be a wall that danger breaks against

Stormy turned and darted towards Zhalia, as two more of his green-black barriers manifested. One appeared in the air between her and the Shuck, and the other appeared in Stormy’s hands. Without another moment’s hesitation, he wound his arms back and hurled it towards the beast with as much force as he could manage. If the Shuck broke its attention away from Zhalia, it could have seen this and moved. If it failed to get out of the way of the flying shield, it would likely have a significant oration of its energy drained as the shield either passed through or crashed against it. Whatever it did, Stormy kept running, until he was behind the shield with Zhalia. Stormy bent down to help her to her feet. He’s carry her in his arms if he had to.

”Come on- We aren’t leaving you here. We’re almost there! I’ve got you.” In the back of his kind, he was ready to summon even more of those barriers. Stormy would strain his magic as far as it took to get everyone through this. If he had anything to say about it, he wouldn’t let that mutt land a scratch on any of them.

Paradise in Walson

Tara Graham

Tara Graham

Gender

Female - She/Her

Age

17

Personality

Tara is an inward person. She’s quiet and prefers to just chill off to the side rather than be in the center of attention, she tends to just coast with the bare minimum effort put into things, when when she needs to try her best. Whether or not Tara willingly goes out of her way to do something in an unlazy way depends on her mood, but she’s nice to people when it matters. Tara can often be found doodling away at something in a notebook, or watching something about boats… She thinks boats are cool.

Forcing Tara to do something she’s not in the mood for often doesn’t work out. She isn’t known for being the most committed person, and has a hard time getting in the mindset to do most things. Around her friends, Tara is more or less the cool one that always has smack or junk food to share. Very rarely does she seem to get upset, unless people are actively trying to get on her nerves.

Most of that, however, is something of a front. Tara rarely cares about most things, but deep down, she also rarely feels like anyone she’s friends with cares about her, often feeling like she doesn’t belong in a group, or that people might be saying things about her when she isn’t looking. Her carefree attitude is a result of these insecurities, and is the only “bad” thing about her people seem to be aware of. Tara has a habit of letting these feelings build up without and proper way of dealing with them, so any positivity in her day comes from having nothing to do other than distract herself from her insecurities rather than deal with them.

Power

Universal Antimatter Tara's powers allow her to create a glowing substance in her hands that resembles the properties of conventional antimatter. The term "antimatter" refers to a particle corresponding to another particle that, upon colliding with its counterpart, results in an annihilation- a net zero existence of matter. An atom of a hydrogen and an atom of antihydrogen render each other nonexistent. Tara's power creates antimatter that destroys any and all forms of matter upon contact, resulting in the atomic structure of a given target being erased from existence. Tara's power subverts the laws of mass conservation, stating that mass can't be destroyed, only changed. Once matter is reacted with her antimatter, it simply no longer exists in any form. This can include solid objects, or the oxygen in the atmosphere. When matter if annihilated with Tara's power, a violent burst of energy is released based on the volume of antimatter used. A charge of antimatter with the size of a golf ball would produce an explosion big enough for a small person to crawl through. The blast radius and energy released by an antimatter explosion increase as Tara creates larger projectiles. Tara has some broad control of the movement of her antimatter, but in the sense that a grenade launcher has broad control over the movement of an explosive projectile. When antimatter leaves arm's reach, Tara no longer has that control, and whatever happens is out of her control. While she is completely immune to the atomic annihilation of her power, Tara is most certainly not immune to an explosion that she could potentially be caught in.

Skills

-Driver's license
-Knows how to cook
-Good at keeping secrets
-Pretty damn smart

Weakness/Flaws

-Insecure
-Unmotivated
-Passive
-Discomposed

Background

Tara was born to Lydia and Virgil Graham, in Walton hospital 17 years ago. Her mother was a doctor, and her father had retired from military service upon hearing the news nine months prior. Virgil Graham was never a bad person. He always wanted to raise his daughter right and help her reach the dreams she desired. Virgil, however, came up short in that regard. For many years after his retirement, the man struggled with raising a child, though not for lack of trying. His wife was always there to remind him to be just a little gentler with holding their infant daughter, or just a little quieter when she was asleep. The man did the best he could, but over time, the stresses of adjusting were something he never learned to adapt to.

Virgil had already been coping with undiagnosed symptoms anxiety, which only compounded his upward battle to raise his daughter right. Lydia Graham did her best to steer him in the right direction, but friction built up overtime between them. By the time Tara was almost 10 years old, her parents filed for a divorce, and she never saw her mother again. They both loved their daughter very much, and they ended things in terms that weren’t hostile, just disappointing. Virgil tried to do things without his wife help, because he didn’t want to depend on her for every piece of advice he needed, but it only made things worse.

Having only a single parent that was emotionally out of touch meant that Tara often experiences very little closeness with the man for the rest of her life. Tara’s father always treated her like a child who needed to be told how to do things and pushed to do them whether she actually wanted to or not. Virgil tried to raise her like a father, but not a dad. The two of them constantly argued over every little thing. Tara’s grades in school, what she did when she wasn’t home, or even whether or not she’d go to college. Tara couldn’t ever catch a break when it came to her father, and he never learned to see things from her perspective.

Living like this for the next seven years caused Tara to simply give up at some point. One day, she stopped giving her best effort and found it was easier to just do the bare minimum, since her best was never appreciated. Tara developed a burned out sense of the world, as well as her own insecurities about the things she did. Her relationship with her father was strained, and for a while now, he hasn’t been able to put his disappointment with her into words. Tara has no idea what she’ll do after high school, but the answer probably comes down to “nothing.”

Paradise in Walson

Tara Graham

Tara Graham

Gender

Female - She/Her

Age

17

Personality

Tara is an inward person. She’s quiet and prefers to just chill off to the side rather than be in the center of attention, she tends to just coast with the bare minimum effort put into things, when when she needs to try her best. Whether or not Tara willingly goes out of her way to do something in an unlazy way depends on her mood, but she’s nice to people when it matters. Tara can often be found doodling away at something in a notebook, or watching something about boats… She thinks boats are cool.

Forcing Tara to do something she’s not in the mood for often doesn’t work out. She isn’t known for being the most committed person, and has a hard time getting in the mindset to do most things. Around her friends, Tara is more or less the cool one that always has smack or junk food to share. Very rarely does she seem to get upset, unless people are actively trying to get on her nerves.

Most of that, however, is something of a front. Tara rarely cares about most things, but deep down, she also rarely feels like anyone she’s friends with cares about her, often feeling like she doesn’t belong in a group, or that people might be saying things about her when she isn’t looking. Her carefree attitude is a result of these insecurities, and is the only “bad” thing about her people seem to be aware of. Tara has a habit of letting these feelings build up without and proper way of dealing with them, so any positivity in her day comes from having nothing to do other than distract herself from her insecurities rather than deal with them.

Power

Universal Antimatter Tara's powers allow her to create a glowing substance in her hands that resembles the properties of conventional antimatter. The term "antimatter" refers to a particle corresponding to another particle that, upon colliding with its counterpart, results in an annihilation- a net zero existence of matter. An atom of a hydrogen and an atom of antihydrogen render each other nonexistent. Tara's power creates antimatter that destroys any and all forms of matter upon contact, resulting in the atomic structure of a given target being erased from existence. Tara's power subverts the laws of mass conservation, stating that mass can't be destroyed, only changed. Once matter is reacted with her antimatter, it simply no longer exists in any form. This can include solid objects, or the oxygen in the atmosphere. When matter if annihilated with Tara's power, a violent burst of energy is released based on the volume of antimatter used. A charge of antimatter with the size of a golf ball would produce an explosion big enough for a small person to crawl through. The blast radius and energy released by an antimatter explosion increase as Tara creates larger projectiles. Tara has some broad control of the movement of her antimatter, but in the sense that a grenade launcher has broad control over the movement of an explosive projectile. When antimatter leaves arm's reach, Tara no longer has that control, and whatever happens is out of her control. While she is completely immune to the atomic annihilation of her power, Tara is most certainly not immune to an explosion that she could potentially be caught in.

Skills

-Driver's license
-Knows how to cook
-Good at keeping secrets
-Pretty damn smart

Weakness/Flaws

-Insecure
-Unmotivated
-Passive
-Discomposed

Background

Tara was born to Lydia and Virgil Graham, in Walton hospital 17 years ago. Her mother was a doctor, and her father had retired from military service upon hearing the news nine months prior. Virgil Graham was never a bad person. He always wanted to raise his daughter right and help her reach the dreams she desired. Virgil, however, came up short in that regard. For many years after his retirement, the man struggled with raising a child, though not for lack of trying. His wife was always there to remind him to be just a little gentler with holding their infant daughter, or just a little quieter when she was asleep. The man did the best he could, but over time, the stresses of adjusting were something he never learned to adapt to.

Virgil had already been coping with undiagnosed symptoms anxiety, which only compounded his upward battle to raise his daughter right. Lydia Graham did her best to steer him in the right direction, but friction built up overtime between them. By the time Tara was almost 10 years old, her parents filed for a divorce, and she never saw her mother again. They both loved their daughter very much, and they ended things in terms that weren’t hostile, just disappointing. Virgil tried to do things without his wife help, because he didn’t want to depend on her for every piece of advice he needed, but it only made things worse.

Having only a single parent that was emotionally out of touch meant that Tara often experiences very little closeness with the man for the rest of her life. Tara’s father always treated her like a child who needed to be told how to do things and pushed to do them whether she actually wanted to or not. Virgil tried to raise her like a father, but not a dad. The two of them constantly argued over every little thing. Tara’s grades in school, what she did when she wasn’t home, or even whether or not she’d go to college. Tara couldn’t ever catch a break when it came to her father, and he never learned to see things from her perspective.

Living like this for the next seven years caused Tara to simply give up at some point. One day, she stopped giving her best effort and found it was easier to just do the bare minimum, since her best was never appreciated. Tara developed a burned out sense of the world, as well as her own insecurities about the things she did. Her relationship with her father was strained, and for a while now, he hasn’t been able to put his disappointment with her into words. Tara has no idea what she’ll do after high school, but the answer probably comes down to “nothing.”

Paradise in Walson

Also, we should probably make a discord server so we can talk back and forth a little easier as a group in the meantime.

Just a thought

Paradise in Walson

How many players are you looking for before you consider starting the official thread?

Paradise in Walson

Oh now this sounds good.

Count me the fuck in.

The Justice Society

Does this mean we can finally kick JSA off?

The Justice Society

You gonna make a character?

The Witches Of Shipden Peak

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Location ⋗ The Patch. Interactions ⋗ McDonald @Bartimaeus | Simon(Safeguarded)@Prosaic | Manon @PatientBean | Phalko @CasLink School of Magic ⋗ Abjuration & Evocation Items ⋗ ???	_

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Fan-fucking-tastic. A zombie dog looking for a snack on someone's mortal coil.

Stormy could feel the pressing of necromancy against the barriers. It was like water crashing against the hull of a ship, pressing it inwards only to wash away in the drowning power of Abjuration. The black chain-like patterns across the barriers rumbled with the impact in the sense a piece of sheet metal might react when struck with a hammer, but it wasn't until the beast slammed against them that Stormy could feel just how much of a life span the shields would have left. When the Shuck crashed against one of the shields, it flexed and let out a metallic whine, as if a church bell had rung submerged underwater. The sound echoed through the dead silent forest, and the others accompanying Stormy might have felt the ground jolt slight from the impact. When it made a second leap against the shield, the sound was much sharper, and something broke away; A splinter of the glowing shield was knocked loose and fell to the ground with a flicker, disintegrating like glass into nothingness. There was now a jagged hole in part of a shield...

A hole that its gaze could potentially pass through unfiltered if it was smart enough to realize.

"Necromancy. Okay. Those shields aren't holding much longer- We need to get out of here. It's trying to drain us with that stare, I can feel it trying to get past the shields, and if it keeps breaking them, we're in trouble." Stormy looked over and saw that one of them was on crutches. Fuck. "Simon, here-" Stormy shuffled over towards Simon and touched him on the shoulder, causing a seafoam-green light to spread across him, eventually covering his whole body. He glowed in the night like a campfire. Simon might feel whatever necromantic energy he was being exposed to recede once the shell of magic covered him.

"You can't run on those, and it might try to go after you first. This'll keep you from getting frozen by it, but I can't do this for everyone. I'm going to slow it down, but Zhalia's right. We need to move. Let's go." Stormy turned and started to leave, trying to move just slow enough that Simon, however fast he could move, wouldn't be left behind. As long as the Black Shuck didn't break out too soon and sink its teeth into Simon, he was relatively safe from its gaze. The barriers would hold for up to ten minutes without damage once Stormy stopped concentrating on them, which was right now.