canaryrose

Lanius School of Villainy and Mischief

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Weirdness Magnetism [Gravity Falls RP]

On a Greyhound bus driving into Gravity Falls, Avery stared out the window at the steadily approaching town. They had been waiting to start their study here for months, and they were finally getting their first real glimpse of the town! It looked smaller and more normal than they had envisioned it, but that was fine. Smaller towns were generally weirder, and thus, more interesting. Excitement thrummed through them, although it was tampered down by fatigue. God, were they tired.

Their red-eye flight from Detroit to Portland had taken eight hours, and they hadn’t been able to get a wink of sleep. Once or twice they had come close to sleep. However, they were then rudely awakened by a screaming toddler in the seat behind them. After getting off the plane, they had immediately boarded the bus and settled in for a two-hour drive. However, as their destination approached, sleep had become even less likely. For the last hour or so, Avery had been idly scrolling through Oregon-related conspiracy theory and urban legend blogs, journals, and forums, barely able to keep their eyes open. But the sight of Gravity Falls made Avery feel awake.

When the bus came to a stop, they gathered up all their luggage out from underneath them (two suitcases and a duffel bag- they had way too many collared shirts) and shimmied their way off the bus. They took a breath of the fresh, warm summer air, and sighed deeply, satisfied. This was going to be so interesting! First stop, though- hotel.

Just then, their stomach made a horrendous gurgling noise. No. First stop, breakfast. But that just meant they had to find a restaurant open at 8 AM. They glanced around at their surroundings for a moment, and then reluctantly dug around in their pocket for a phone. Looks like they’d need Google Maps for this one.

They were just typing in the password to their phone when they started to hear the beginnings of a conversation. Or rather… just a kid talking to himself about motels and food? Strange. They swiveled around, only to see the aforementioned teenager talking to a young woman who appeared to be writing something down. Oh. That makes more sense. If they were going to a diner and then to the motel, well… wouldn’t it be in Avery’s best interest to follow? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. The girl seemed to be a local based on the one-sided conversation they were hearing. Maybe Avery could talk to her? It wasn’t like they were stalking children or anything. No, just following them to the diner.

So Avery conspicuously followed Amelia and Ludwig to the diner, trying not to eavesdrop as hard as they could. It wasn't too hard, considering one of the pair wasn't talking and the other was only responding every once in a while. Once they got to the diner they entered behind the two teenagers and took a seat at the bar. Not really a bar. Front table? Front desk. Diners were weird. They signaled over the waitress.

“Can I have a cup of coffee, two cream, three sugars? Oh, and… the Hungry Man’s Special. Please. I am starving.” Avery smiled up at the waitress like a dear, and she took their order and the menu and walked away.

Now, Avery was waiting for their order. They whistled quietly and examined the diner. It was rustic-looking- like, real rustic, not trendy hipster rustic. That was refreshing. And the food looked… very true to its name. Hopefully, there was a healthier restaurant in his town. Maybe following two teenagers to food wasn’t the best idea. They weren’t exactly known for prioritizing their cholesterol. Or their skin. Now that they were sitting idly, though, Avery didn’t exactly know what to do. They could pull out a book, but they were here, finally, and they were gonna waste time researching from tertiary sources when they could research from a primary source? Hell no! A bit of nervousness nettled them, but they dug around in their duffel for a moment and produced a sign that they had pre-made for this sort of occasion specifically.

‘Talk to me about urban legends! I’ll give you $15!’ They put it down on the countertop and waited, antsy. One never knew how this sort of thing would go.

Weirdness Magnetism [Gravity Falls RP]

Avery Washington

Hey kid, what’s your name?
"I am not a kid, but it's Avery Sage Washington."
Huh, interesting...you look more like a...

Llama

Depth perception is kind of a problem for me. Why don’t you save me the trouble and tell me how you look?

Appearance

How old are you anyway?
"26 and counting! The years sure do fly by, huh?"
Why don’t you lay your past on me? What are you even doing here?
"In Gravity Falls? I'm here to study. Well, not study as in traditional school. I'm working on my Ph.D. in sociology at the University of Michigan and Gravity Falls is an area I'm researching. The particulars of my thesis would probably bore you, but I'm studying urban legends in the American Pacific Northwest. Their formation and perpetuation, specifically. Of course, I don't actually think monsters and paranormal forces are real. People just love to tell stories about them, and those stories eventually turn into things that people believe to be true. That's the short version of where urban legends come from. And Gravity Falls has a lot of them. Like, seriously. The amount of urban legends emerging from Gravity Falls is staggering. It's more than quadruple the amount emerging from any other area in its region, let alone in the United States. I'm hoping to figure out why. What makes Gravity Falls such a hotspot for American mythos, how did these myths emerge, and why have they perpetuated for so long? Because of the scope of my research, I'll be staying in Gravity Falls for quite a long time to get to know and earn the trust of the locals and the surrounding area. Maybe a year or longer? Luckily, I have awesome funding and an awesome advisor who is going to let me study here for as long as I need. As long as I come up with any substantial findings, though. Or else it's back to Michigan with me.

The rest of my past? It's not really important to my studies, but I'll indulge. I grew up in Tulsa, Oklahoma, moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan for college, blah blah... my childhood's not important and I don't want to talk about it. I majored in sociology at UMichigan, got my B.A, decided to go to California for grad school for some reason, moved back to Michigan for my doctorate, and now I'm working towards that. What do you mean besides school? The rest's not important.

Well. I have two siblings, one older and one younger. I only really talk to my younger sister nowadays. I... didn't have a lot of friends growing up. As a teen or a child. I was too nerdy, too smart. Coming out was... tough, but it worked out for the better. Nothing that significant happened in my childhood. No supernatural experiences, no traumatic experiences, no nada. Not that exciting. Can we move on?"
Anything else you wanna share? Go for it!
"I'm nonbinary- agender, specifically- and use they/them pronouns. I'm also pansexual."

"I am a giant nerd. It's no secret! Some of my faves include comics, Dungeons & Dragons, fantasy and science fiction novels... I'm pretty much into everything!"

"I am always wearing some sort of button-up with a fun print on it. I put a coat on when it gets cold, and I put on a short-sleeved one when it's warm."

"My other idea for a thesis topic was a study of the Illuminati mythos. Funny how things change!"

"I'll be keeping a journal, logbook, and a tape recorder of all my findings and interviews here in Gravity Falls. Maybe multiple journals, if I'm lucky."

"I don't believe in the supernatural, but I think it'd be cool if it was real. All these legends that people attach themselves to, make part of their culture... surely they hold some truth?"

Weirdness Magnetism [Gravity Falls RP]

Avery Washington

Hey kid, what’s your name?
"I am not a kid, but it's Avery Sage Washington."
Huh, interesting...you look more like a...

Llama

Depth perception is kind of a problem for me. Why don’t you save me the trouble and tell me how you look?

Appearance

How old are you anyway?
"26 and counting! The years sure do fly by, huh?"
Why don’t you lay your past on me? What are you even doing here?
"In Gravity Falls? I'm here to study. Well, not study as in traditional school. I'm working on my Ph.D. in sociology at the University of Michigan and Gravity Falls is an area I'm researching. The particulars of my thesis would probably bore you, but I'm studying urban legends in the American Pacific Northwest. Their formation and perpetuation, specifically. Of course, I don't actually think monsters and paranormal forces are real. People just love to tell stories about them, and those stories eventually turn into things that people believe to be true. That's the short version of where urban legends come from. And Gravity Falls has a lot of them. Like, seriously. The amount of urban legends emerging from Gravity Falls is staggering. It's more than quadruple the amount emerging from any other area in its region, let alone in the United States. I'm hoping to figure out why. What makes Gravity Falls such a hotspot for American mythos, how did these myths emerge, and why have they perpetuated for so long? Because of the scope of my research, I'll be staying in Gravity Falls for quite a long time to get to know and earn the trust of the locals and the surrounding area. Maybe a year or longer? Luckily, I have awesome funding and an awesome advisor who is going to let me study here for as long as I need. As long as I come up with any substantial findings, though. Or else it's back to Michigan with me.

The rest of my past? It's not really important to my studies, but I'll indulge. I grew up in Tulsa, Oklahoma, moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan for college, blah blah... my childhood's not important and I don't want to talk about it. I majored in sociology at UMichigan, got my B.A, decided to go to California for grad school for some reason, moved back to Michigan for my doctorate, and now I'm working towards that. What do you mean besides school? The rest's not important.

Well. I have two siblings, one older and one younger. I only really talk to my younger sister nowadays. I... didn't have a lot of friends growing up. As a teen or a child. I was too nerdy, too smart. Coming out was... tough, but it worked out for the better. Nothing that significant happened in my childhood. No supernatural experiences, no traumatic experiences, no nada. Not that exciting. Can we move on?"
Anything else you wanna share? Go for it!
"I'm nonbinary- agender, specifically- and use they/them pronouns. I'm also pansexual."

"I am a giant nerd. It's no secret! Some of my faves include comics, Dungeons & Dragons, fantasy and science fiction novels... I'm pretty much into everything!"

"I am always wearing some sort of button-up with a fun print on it. I put a coat on when it gets cold, and I put on a short-sleeved one when it's warm."

"My other idea for a thesis topic was a study of the Illuminati mythos. Funny how things change!"

"I'll be keeping a journal, logbook, and a tape recorder of all my findings and interviews here in Gravity Falls. Maybe multiple journals, if I'm lucky."

"I don't believe in the supernatural, but I think it'd be cool if it was real. All these legends that people attach themselves to, make part of their culture... surely they hold some truth?"

@Akayaofthemoon

pwease

《 H. E. R. O. 》

The last thing Patricia remembered was a sudden collision to the back of her head, and then darkness.

Patricia woke with her face nestled into someone’s warm, comfy shoulder. She noted several things as she slowly came back to consciousness. One: she was drooling, two: her head hurt so bad it felt like her brain was being crushed by Superman, three: someone was saying her name, and four: the voice that was calling her name was not one that was good to hear. At that realization, she snapped her head up from Kat’s shoulder and stared, bleary-eyed, at the other girl. Her headache got even worse with the sunlight, making her squint, but she knew the girl sitting next to her as Malady. And they were definitely not on the boat anymore. Something had gone very, very wrong. Patricia’s expression morphed into one of panic and bewilderment. “Oh my God! Get away from me!” She tried to shove Kat away, only to find that she couldn’t. She glanced down. Oh. That’s why. A pair of isolene handcuffs bound the two girls together by the wrists.

She glanced up again, her eyes filled this time not with panic but with confusion and suspicion. If they were handcuffed together, that could mean two things. The first was something that she didn’t quite want to think about. The second was that Malady was here against her will. She imagined that the second was more likely. Patricia’s heart still hammered in her chest, though- being handcuffed to a supervillain who could kill you with a touch was not her ideal scenario. She took a few additional seconds to look around their surroundings and was even further confused by what she saw. They were in a tiny metal cage of some sorts, on… an island? This place looked like it was torn straight from the Pirates of the Caribbean. She fixed Kat with a look of bewilderment and groaned. “Where am I? What are you doing here? Why are we... handcuffed together? We aren't on the boat!” Patti launched a furious volley of questions at Kat and tried to subtly scoot away from the other girl. Unfortunately, the length of their cuffs stopped her from doing so. While doing that, she used her only free hand to search her clothes for her stuff. Nada. Damnit.

Guess our plan worked. I did get kidnapped! Thanks, new guy... God, I am so dead.

@Hitman

Weirdness Magnetism ~ Gravity Falls RP

@Rabidporcupine WHY ARE THERE THREE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE JEREMYS

Weirdness Magnetism ~ Gravity Falls RP

haha if most of the characters are teens my character idea is... going to be sorely out of place

Weirdness Magnetism ~ Gravity Falls RP

holy shit, akaya, interested! not sure if i'll have time or inspiration but I can't wait to see you try your hand at gming

《 R W B Y :: Grimm Adventures 》

maybeeeeeeeeeeeee

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Duplica

Name:
Abigail Mary Nielsen

Code Name:
Duplica

Nicknames:
Abby

Gender:
Female; she/her pronouns

Age:
21

Date of Birth:
October 18th

Physique:
Abby is an average-sized woman at about 5'5" and 137 pounds. She's not skinny, but she's not fat either, and certainly not muscular. She has medium-brown eyes, full lips that can often be found pressed into a smirk, and a petite nose. Her nose is pierced in the left nostril, although it can't be seen in her costume. Her hair is naturally a mousy brown but is bleached a platinum blonde and cut into a shoulder-length bob cut. She has fair skin that sunburns rather easily.

Blood Type:
B+

Occupation:
Villain

Side:
Villain

Affiliation:

Tier:
B-

Personality:
Abigail is what could easily be described as a "spoiled bitch". She's catty and mean, never one to miss out on a damaging joke at another's expense. She's unkind to friends, family, and foes alike; although she certainly knows when it's time to suck up or flatter someone. With that unkindness and flattery together, she finds it easy to wrap people around her little finger. Those she can, that is. When she runs into someone she can't manipulate or bully into giving her what she wants (which is often nowadays) she short-circuits, falling back on her base instincts. Fear and flattery. She has a tendency to be emotionally toxic to both friends and acquaintances and often has a self-important air about her. Not that she doesn’t have the potential to be a good friend and a caring person- she does, deep down, but most don’t get past the bitchy part of her. And why would you want to?

The belief that she is entitled to everything she wants permeates Abigail’s behavior. She really doesn’t like to be told no, which usually results in her temper coming out in full force. She’s not used to the idea that you have to work to get the things that you want, so she’ll often take the easiest route to get her way. With some caveats, of course- she won’t do anything she deems beneath her. Whether she has to circumvent the law or not doesn’t really matter to her, though. She tends not to let silly little things like the law get in her way. Or morality, for that matter, although she does have two rules for herself: no murder and no torture. That’s more out of a belated sense of obligation than any real compassion, though. They’re lines she’d be willing to cross if it came down to it, but not lines she’d be willing to cross casually. Unless if it would be in her best interest, of course- Abby is notoriously selfish, prioritizing herself above all others. She’s also quite vain, caring almost an excessive amount about her appearance.

Although she might not sem it, Abby is an intelligent woman deep-down. She’s not too emotionally mature herself, but she knows how to work people until they give her exactly what she wants. She’s also got a good mind for strategy, although she’d never say or admit that out loud. Way too nerdy for her. This has been a significant factor in why she hasn’t been caught as most amateur villains are- she instinctively knows how to maneuver herself and her clones to minimize risk.

Backstory:
Abby was born to a blessed, simple life. Her mother and father, Rachel and Jonathan Nielsen, were wealthy, influential members of their small farming town of Ashland, Nebraska. They owned a fairly expansive, profitable corn farm and ranch on the outskirts of town. Jonathan was the elected county sheriff and Rachel was the daughter of the wealthy owners of a corn farming enterprise. Neither had powers. Throughout her early childhood, Abby went to school, made friends, played piano, snuck makeup out of her parents’ bathroom- all normal things for a normal girl. She was rather popular in school throughout her years in Ashland and had a lot of friends. She was a bit of a bully, too, but her parents reasoned she would grow out of it with time.

Abby got powers at a normal age, around 12 or so. They weren’t powerful, but they weren’t weak, either. The emergence of her powers shocked her family. They weren’t a superpower sort of family- they were all just normal, respectable people! And having 7 different Abigail’s wandering around the house wasn’t exactly normal or respectable. As much as Abby’s parents wouldn’t admit it, they were irked with their daughter’s abilities. Maybe a little scared, too. They didn’t like her powers, and Abby realized that. She started to resent her parents a little. The clones were awesome. Couldn’t they see that? She’d make them see.

She started to act out around 13. She saw the scared looks when she cloned herself, the villains and heroes fighting on the TV screens, and it all triggered something inside of her. She started with shoplifting, ironically. She didn’t need to steal, she had everything she could ever want at home, but it was easy to steal when you could just spawn another version of yourself, sit on a bench in the food court, and let the chaos play out. She realized she liked it. The risk and the adrenaline, the feeling of planning out the heist of a butterfly clip or a headband, felt amazing. So she escalated. Again and again and again.

At 15, she was eventually caught and arrested for shoplifting an expensive ring from a JCPenney. But she could count on her father to pull some strings and get her out of trouble. No one wanted to arrest the sheriff’s daughter and face his wrath. She was arrested four more times before she was 18 but got out scot-free each time, although each time disappointing her parents further. All they wanted was to cover up her troublemaking nature and avoid any rumors, so her behavior went largely unpunished.

Once she was 18, her parents were more than happy to ship her off to Castleburg for college. She attended UCNA for a time as an English major, her parents fully funding her education. If this meant they could get a troublesome burr out of their hair, so be it. Maybe Castleburg would even shape her up a bit. In Castleburg, Abby quickly realized that she could no longer get away with murder. That made her angry. She wasn’t stupid, and she could see how Castleburg treated superpowered criminals. Daddy wasn’t around to get her out of trouble anymore. In her sophomore year of college, Abby got into a fight with her roommate over some stolen food. If asked later, she would freely admit that she had stolen it- it was food in their shared fridge, and it looked good! Abby ended up punching her roommate in the face over this and broke her nose. Her roommate ultimately decided not to press charges, but she was kicked out of UCNA.

Abby had enough common sense to realize that she couldn’t just go crawling back home to Nebraska. Explaining to her parents that she had been expelled from university for assault would be shameful, and that shame was beneath her. She had good powers! Why not try to do something with that? She thought about applying for HERO but figured that it would be a waste of time. They wouldn’t want to hire her. At the end of the day, she was out of money. A bit of villain work would be her best bet. Not enough to get thrown in prison, but enough to get by. She certainly didn’t want to be a career villain.

So, she started stealing. With her power, it wasn’t too hard to be an independent villain, and she started to make away with more and more money. She named herself Duplica. It was the only name she could come up with that didn’t sound completely stupid and that wasn’t already taken by some other, probably better, self-duplicating supervillain. So far, she hasn’t robbed too many places- mostly homes or stores in some of the various boroughs around town. She’s even taken a couple of lower-level, low-risk jobs from various villain agencies around town, but that’s not quite a regular thing.

She’s been out on the streets for 3 months now. She’s inexperienced, but not completely new to the game. But she’s in over her head. Abigail won’t admit it to herself, but she is in way, way over her head. She doesn’t know anything about gangs, or stealing, or crime. A month ago, the Brookside Bruisers caught her running a burglary in their territory and beat her so hard she was left bloody and bruised. Thankfully not stabbed, but they warned her that she would be if they caught her there again. And she believes them. Abby would go home, but… she can’t go crawling home now. Her parents don’t want her there. And she’s above grunt work in some sort of restaurant or community college. She can make it as a villain. Right?

Power:
Abby has fairly standard self-duplication powers. While standing still, concentrating, and with a little bit of space, she can generate copies of herself. They’re solid, squishy, and realistic replicas of Abigail. They’re not complete replicas, though. If someone were to stab one of them, they wouldn’t find blood and bone. They’d find a strange blue goo, and that the clone would hardly feel any pain as it was stabbed. It would just keep going. They’re as strong as her and as fast as her, but not nearly as smart. Most of her clones are only able to form monosyllabic grunts and words on their own, barely able to tie phrases together. They only speak on request by Abigail. If left on their own, they’ll most likely charge their opponents without a care for safety or strategy. As far as Abigail can tell, they don’t think. They’re just empty husks that look like her. But they do listen to her! The vast majority of her clones follow her orders without even a second of hesitation.

She can create up to 18 clones safely at a time, she’s found. After that… well, things get weird. The quality of her clones deteriorates as she summons more. The first clone she summons might be able to speak, listen, and report back. But by number 10, her clones start to lose fingers, toes. Even an arm once at 16. Their faces get messed up, their bone structures twist and grow. Once, at clone #19, she created a clone without any legs or arms and a twisted face- just a torso. But the problem isn’t the ones missing parts. The problem is the ones who don’t listen. She’s created three of what she terms as “psycho clones”. Their faces are warped, their bodies missing pieces, but they’re smart. Too smart. Once she gets past clone 18, the chance of accidentally creating a psycho clone grows. And those things are bloodthirsty. The only thing that’ll stop them from killing (preferably Abigail) is a bullet to the brain. This aspect of her power freaks her out, but she’s always trying to grow her clone capacity. If she just concentrates a bit more, she knows she can do it.

OTHER:

• Abby has a mild addiction to nicotine, specifically vape. She is often sighted with a Juul or a vape pen in her mouth.
• She skateboards.
• Abby has a mild Nebraskan accent, which she works hard to conceal.
• Hex code is #1d7572.

@Hitman I hate her so much. Here's my villain C: Affiliation is left blank on purpose, she's meant as a part of a team currently in development. Most details aren't completely solid, I might go back and edit a bit later.