cerozer0

Yo~!

oh my.

its ryo.

what the fuck is up my dude? welcome (back?) to rpguild!

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@reiko BRUH i rlly wanna see alex cockblock kingsy hardcore during this party. he'd be so fuckin bashful aaAAa

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holaaaa i here

The Runaways

gross ok posted dont look too close 8')

The Runaways

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Location: Motel Room > Kitchen
Interacting With: Lia @Write, Andy @Roosan
Mentions of: Cody, Jay

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As Gloria chewed down her tasteless eggs her lips tilted up, the shadow of a cheery smile. Even if they were runaways, fugitives, homeless, they could still have moments like this. Playful little scenes, to be stored away and forgotten later on during their next move, but her camera wouldn't easily forget. She could snap a sudden candid photo, most of her friends none the wiser, but she had left her polaroid with her bag and she still had her hands full with a paper plate and a subconscious instinct to move whenever someone came too close to her. Glo would just have to remember this moment herself, it seemed. Another mouthful of eggs went down without any issues and she pressed her back against the closest wall, staying prim and proper and absolutely silent until Lia turned her eyes upwards to her. Glo smiled cheekily as she was appointed team deputy for the day and, while balancing her plate on one hand, she gave a half-hearted salute.

"You can trust in me, Lia~." She purred. Another spooning of eggs and suddenly her plate was a lot less heavy and a lot more empty and Glo turned away from the happiness that collected on the couch to dispose of her empty plate and wash her hands. The water then pelted her skin after a second of odd, clogging noises was freezing cold and clear, so clear. Glo stared at the stream of water, running over he flesh, turning her otherwise brown skin an odd, pale blue. Distractions had been coming in numerous ways recently. Gloria had once found herself just staring down a stray cat, watching it move in and out of jagged shadows to stay cool. She only looked away when someone had called her name, and only then did she realize the stark shadows the cat was seeking had all formed into one single darkness. Dusk to night. Distraction to distraction.

Glo shook herself out of the trance as soon as she heard Andy's voice ring out behind her, and with a flick of the wrist she turned the chilly water off and turned. Water flicked from her fingertips, dusting the walls and floor, and her smile grew further as she said, "A walk outside would be nice, but playing board games for seven hour straight seems a bit more likely." Her accent came out fresh as day this time. Rs rolled and tongues clicked, the English language sounding heavy and a bit foreign coming from Glo's mouth. She blushed slightly, a single, still chilled hand raising to press away the heat, and then her head turned to stare out at Cody and Jay, eyebrows furrowed with stifled laughter. It really was a shame to keep everyone holed up in here but whatelse could they do? Go out on the town all together and get caught?

No thank you, fate.

"We'll find something to do today, eventually-- something that both exciting and safe." Glo was craving something more mundane for herself, to be honest. A job or five to keep them all well fed and under a roof, but the others deserved more than board games and TV for the rest of the day. She gave a small smile and pressed her back against the wall again, hands lifting idly to pull her wild hair into a messy bun. "If anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear 'em."

The Runaways

@Roosan
_{whipers hello what shall they do today h e lp}

⋆ Greenwing Academy for Troubled Supers ⋆

@LetterA omg nerd stop drawing its like ur a fuckin artist or smthing

eat ass

finish ur charact e r s N E RD

⋆ Greenwing Academy for Troubled Supers ⋆

Robin

"Oh Jesus, are you even trying?"

T H E . O R I G I N A T O R

Name:

Robin Lowe

Age:

Sixteen

Height; Weight:

5'5"; 149lbs

Stripes:

Ten

Reason for Admission:

- Flooded the boy's bathroom with ink and doodles... Three separate times.
- Sent little, scary drawings into the girl's locker room on multiple occasions.
- Started one too many scarps in the school yard (that smile of his started wars, one of the teachers had said).

Years Admitted:

Four

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Special Abilities:

Art Manipulation

Physical Strength:

Hideously weak. No, seriously, Robin bruises easier then a peach and sometimes has trouble even opening a door. He isn't unhealthy in the slightest, in fact he's quite harsh on himself when it comes to eating right and exercising, but in the end he just finds himself with lack luster muscles and an inability to change this fact about himself. He's quick but not extremely so, and seems to have two left feet. Overall rating: 3/10

Mental Strength:

What Robin lacks in physicality he makes up for in smarts. Brute strength is replaced with brute honesty, wailing fists pushed aside for startling, harsh commentary. He is a little spitfire, a smiling manic with a mouth he obviously keeps unfiltered to rile people up. Robin has the eyes of an artist (albeit, a bad artist) and he uses his observant nature to point out various flaws and insecurities of people, places, or things. His bad mouth has often gotten him into trouble, and his excuse for all the horrid yet intellectually accurate words he spews is normally "I don't like lying to people's faces, ya know?" Due to his mental-oriented nature, he is relatively well off in the ways of mental fortitude. Overall rating: 9/10

Weaknesses:

• Drawing: Yes, an art manipulator with the inability to draw (draw well at least). Even if Robin is aware of his sucky art he never lets on. Sometimes he'll draw a scribble and look proud, but in the end it's just a scribble that will eventually leap off the page to wreak havoc and nothing more.
• Fighting: Robin likes to stay on the analytical side of things and often lets his drawings do the dirty work for him. He bruises easy and isn't a fan of violence in general, even if his words say otherwise.
• Observant People: People who can see through his smiley facade scare him, greatly.
• Water: Like, really. Water gets all his papers soaked and all the colors bleed together to make an even bigger mess than before. It's a real mess when Robin and water collide.
• Women: Gynophobia, the fear of women in a social and physical sense. Spurred from Robin's awful mother, he often has trouble talking to and approaching women in public, and will at times scurry away in an effort not to see any at all.

Restrained?:

Yes

Details:

Robin's restriction is literally censorship. Yep, when his words or drawings get too out of control, his collar puts into act a various amount of bleeps or blurs to ensure that Robin can no longer speak out with his horrid words or draw anything too big and deadly-looking.

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Background Info:

Robin liked drawing. Ever since he was young he made hideous attempts at art and showed it off like masterpieces. The first time his power came into action he was five and he had just drawn a huge bunny-cat combo. It leapt off the page with vigor and trotted across his room savagely, spurred by the boy's imagination alone. Robin had to squash it with a book to get it to vanish. He drew more creatures after that and honed his powers. His mother called him a freak. His father called him a genius. Robin called himself "an artist".

Robin didn't like his mother. She was the opposite of a war; she was boring and chilling and lazy. Her voice gave Robin nightmares and he eventually grew a fear of all women because she was either overbearing or nothing at all.

He went to public school and did well in most classes, besides gym. He always got caught trying to sneak out in gym. The extra punishment laps never helped him like the class any better.

Robin hung around as the head of a small school gang once. They enjoyed his plots and followed his word like monkeys. He liked them. They ended up not liking him after a certain smile and harsh set of language and devised to bully him one day in the boy's restroom. That was the first instance of ink and doodles running rampant. The entire first floor men's restroom was coated with ink stains for the rest of the year. Robin looked pleased rather then apologetic.

This accident happened many more times after that.

The second time it happened Robin was skipping class. The third time was Robin getting some relief from his boredom. The fourth incident happened when one of the taller girls got too close and scared the hell outta him. The last incident happened when he sent a few naughty scribbles out to rile up some upperclassmen. He was locked sent away for good after that.

Interests:

• Mischief: Robin's one true love. His words are normally meant to stir the waters in an effort to spawn some issues or playful problems. Of course, they're also the reason he often ends up with black eyes and bloody noses.
• Drawing: Even if he's god awful at it, drawing still helps Robin unwind and his creations are helpful, even if they're a bit harder to control.
• People Watching: "It's not perverse, it's just a hobby!" Robin enjoys looking out for peoples weak spots, and people watching is just how he does so.
• Graffiti: Though Robin is god awful at sketching and painting, he is surprisingly adept at graffiti, and when given the time and place and items he'll gladly put his tag up (in record time to boot!)
• Smiling: Robin's snarky grins have earned him a reputation of being a "fake ass". He'll smirk even when he's putting down another poor soul with his harsh words. Sometimes a more sadistic light can be caught shining between his teeth, but for all intents and purposes they're just regular, seedy smirks. And he loves making them, for some reason.
• Cooking: Robin's a killer chef, and he adores making food as much as he enjoys eating it.

Other:

• Estranged from his mother
• Really likes animated movies
• Really hates sweets

⋆ Greenwing Academy for Troubled Supers ⋆

@LetterA
done

Robin

"Oh Jesus, are you even trying?"

T H E . O R I G I N A T O R

Name:

Robin Lowe

Age:

Sixteen

Height; Weight:

5'5"; 149lbs

Stripes:

Ten

Reason for Admission:

- Flooded the boy's bathroom with ink and doodles... Three separate times.
- Sent little, scary drawings into the girl's locker room on multiple occasions.
- Started one too many scarps in the school yard (that smile of his started wars, one of the teachers had said).

Years Admitted:

Four

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Special Abilities:

Art Manipulation

Physical Strength:

Hideously weak. No, seriously, Robin bruises easier then a peach and sometimes has trouble even opening a door. He isn't unhealthy in the slightest, in fact he's quite harsh on himself when it comes to eating right and exercising, but in the end he just finds himself with lack luster muscles and an inability to change this fact about himself. He's quick but not extremely so, and seems to have two left feet. Overall rating: 3/10

Mental Strength:

What Robin lacks in physicality he makes up for in smarts. Brute strength is replaced with brute honesty, wailing fists pushed aside for startling, harsh commentary. He is a little spitfire, a smiling manic with a mouth he obviously keeps unfiltered to rile people up. Robin has the eyes of an artist (albeit, a bad artist) and he uses his observant nature to point out various flaws and insecurities of people, places, or things. His bad mouth has often gotten him into trouble, and his excuse for all the horrid yet intellectually accurate words he spews is normally "I don't like lying to people's faces, ya know?" Due to his mental-oriented nature, he is relatively well off in the ways of mental fortitude. Overall rating: 9/10

Weaknesses:

• Drawing: Yes, an art manipulator with the inability to draw (draw well at least). Even if Robin is aware of his sucky art he never lets on. Sometimes he'll draw a scribble and look proud, but in the end it's just a scribble that will eventually leap off the page to wreak havoc and nothing more.
• Fighting: Robin likes to stay on the analytical side of things and often lets his drawings do the dirty work for him. He bruises easy and isn't a fan of violence in general, even if his words say otherwise.
• Observant People: People who can see through his smiley facade scare him, greatly.
• Water: Like, really. Water gets all his papers soaked and all the colors bleed together to make an even bigger mess than before. It's a real mess when Robin and water collide.
• Women: Gynophobia, the fear of women in a social and physical sense. Spurred from Robin's awful mother, he often has trouble talking to and approaching women in public, and will at times scurry away in an effort not to see any at all.

Restrained?:

Yes

Details:

Robin's restriction is literally censorship. Yep, when his words or drawings get too out of control, his collar puts into act a various amount of bleeps or blurs to ensure that Robin can no longer speak out with his horrid words or draw anything too big and deadly-looking.

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Background Info:

Robin liked drawing. Ever since he was young he made hideous attempts at art and showed it off like masterpieces. The first time his power came into action he was five and he had just drawn a huge bunny-cat combo. It leapt off the page with vigor and trotted across his room savagely, spurred by the boy's imagination alone. Robin had to squash it with a book to get it to vanish. He drew more creatures after that and honed his powers. His mother called him a freak. His father called him a genius. Robin called himself "an artist".

Robin didn't like his mother. She was the opposite of a war; she was boring and chilling and lazy. Her voice gave Robin nightmares and he eventually grew a fear of all women because she was either overbearing or nothing at all.

He went to public school and did well in most classes, besides gym. He always got caught trying to sneak out in gym. The extra punishment laps never helped him like the class any better.

Robin hung around as the head of a small school gang once. They enjoyed his plots and followed his word like monkeys. He liked them. They ended up not liking him after a certain smile and harsh set of language and devised to bully him one day in the boy's restroom. That was the first instance of ink and doodles running rampant. The entire first floor men's restroom was coated with ink stains for the rest of the year. Robin looked pleased rather then apologetic.

This accident happened many more times after that.

The second time it happened Robin was skipping class. The third time was Robin getting some relief from his boredom. The fourth incident happened when one of the taller girls got too close and scared the hell outta him. The last incident happened when he sent a few naughty scribbles out to rile up some upperclassmen. He was locked sent away for good after that.

Interests:

• Mischief: Robin's one true love. His words are normally meant to stir the waters in an effort to spawn some issues or playful problems. Of course, they're also the reason he often ends up with black eyes and bloody noses.
• Drawing: Even if he's god awful at it, drawing still helps Robin unwind and his creations are helpful, even if they're a bit harder to control.
• People Watching: "It's not perverse, it's just a hobby!" Robin enjoys looking out for peoples weak spots, and people watching is just how he does so.
• Graffiti: Though Robin is god awful at sketching and painting, he is surprisingly adept at graffiti, and when given the time and place and items he'll gladly put his tag up (in record time to boot!)
• Smiling: Robin's snarky grins have earned him a reputation of being a "fake ass". He'll smirk even when he's putting down another poor soul with his harsh words. Sometimes a more sadistic light can be caught shining between his teeth, but for all intents and purposes they're just regular, seedy smirks. And he loves making them, for some reason.
• Cooking: Robin's a killer chef, and he adores making food as much as he enjoys eating it.

Other:

• Estranged from his mother
• Really likes animated movies
• Really hates sweets

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

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Location; Blue Cabin
Interacting With; Alex @reiko, Jess@Undine

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Ah, work, work, work

King had turned to unpacking a little bit, because even if he wanted to rush out and cause some mischief he was still tied to the reality of responsibility. Clothes upon clothes stacked on his claimed bed, prepped to be put into one of the many dressers that line the camp, and all the while King hummed a forgetful tune. He hadn't expected the ruckus to come to him, for some reason, and when the doors burst open he audibly gasped and grasped his chest. At the sight of Alex, however, his panic turned to warm happiness and he rose to greet her. She wasn't the last visitor, however, as just as she peeked in Jess did as well and another familiar blonde who King tried and failed to ignore.

Of course, though, just as he did that he also found his sister mysteriously gone. Great. Astrid had probably gone to flirt with the enemy again. Hateful thoughts towards Aiden Philips grew with that very idea, burning through his mind like a storm. Aiden had a smile that could start wars and the mouth that could summon storms and King did not like him at all. Well, that could be considered a lie, but during the summer it was his job to hate Philips. That's what rivals did, that's how the story went. That's just how things were in this fantasy world of theirs. They were stereotypes after all, of the perfect summer teen movie. King shook away the brotherly urge to hunt his sister down because he really shouldn't control her likes and dislikes, and instead he turned his attention to the pretty ladies hanging out in his doorway.

Alex and Jess. Alex and Jess. King's heart surged for a moment over the thought of this being his last first time seeing them after the long school years that none of them shared.He pushed away the thought again; it was still too early to be sentimental.

"Hellooooo ladies~. Jesus--" King couldn't help himself, couldn't help the smile pressing wide against his lips or the way he rushed forward to bring them both into a strong-armed group hug. The smell of summer and places he had yet to visit lingered in their hair and he soaked it in with a loud sigh and then fell back to rub the back of his head sheepishly. The sunlight that drifted in behind them caught his gaze for a moment. It was literally golden, shining off their shoulders like a shower of magic. Beauty settled behind them and King took it all in with wide eyes and a faltering smile. He hadn't expected to be thrown so off guard by others, but here he was, breathing in and out as if winded and feeling all to emotional and emotionless at the same time. King's hands rose suddenly to grasp Alex's left shoulder and Jess' right, and he squeezed reassuringly for himself and himself alone.

"I've miss you guys-- God you don't even know how much." He smirked his usual King-smirk and pushed them gently out of the cabin's shade, closing the door behind him so he too could bask in the golden sunlight and breathe that summer air. "What's up? How was your school year? Did you miss me?" He took up a confident stance and leaned forward, eyes twinkling mischievously.