CrabInATree

Calling all Supers

Jake Star, 27

Geokinetic / Alger, Washington

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“The Ray will allow the US Government to properly prosecute criminals based not only on their sanity, health, and guilt, but now on blood status- to lock up the real criminals where they belong.”

"Good its about damn time they figured out a way to round up those damn freaks! Maybe now us good respectable people can sleep a little better at night!" An older drunk man half shouted at the television, his beer sloshing a little as he yelled.

"The only thing respectable about you Dan is the deodorant you actually remembered to wear today. Now keep it down before I have to cut you off." Called the bartender as he polished the same glass he had already polished three times in the past hour. The Hog's Horn Tavern, a little dive about 4 miles out of Alger, Washington, was even more dead then usual today. They had maybe seen three or four regulars, but Dan was the last one there, like always.

"Bah, I aint disturbin no one. Am I Jake?!" Dan called back into the kitchen, his words starting to slur just a little.

Jake stood in the back room, stooped over an empty fryer, his hands white from gripping the counter so hard. You're mask is slipping, calm down. He could feel it, even if he couldn't see his face. His face was a snarl as he was momentarily unable to fight down the building rage he felt in his stomach. The ray...THE RAY. And that obese disgrace of a woman was trying to sell it like it was a good thing?! Why the hell couldn't they just leave supers alone?!

Calm down Jake, you can't lose it here.

"Did you hear me Jake." Dan called his voice getting louder and turning into a full on shout.

Jake took a soothing breath. He had to relax, this was not the place to lose his cool. Losing his temper could be dangerous, and the normals expected him to act a certain way, he had to keep the act going. "My great grandmother can hear you Dan and shes been dead 30 years." Jake called from the back, forcing his casual smile back onto his face. He heard Dan Hmph indignantly and the bartender chuckle a little. Good, they hadn't seen his reaction.

Current crisis averted, Jake came out into the bar and grabbed a beer, popping the lid off with a twist, and sat and leaned against the bar. Dan wasn't going to order any food, so it would seem suspicious for Jake to keep hanging out in the back. A ray... A way for the government to hunt down and prosecute his kind. It wasn't bad enough that in order to live in his peace supers were forced to register and shove off to Alaska, now they would actively hunting them down? How would this work? Would they scan the whole population, or only scan those who suspected of being supers? The first option seemed like an extreme and difficult process, but who the hell could tell these days.

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So is class about to start? Because Alex will totally flip out and most likely trip and break his neck simply wont stand for being late for class

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So, if electrical impulses are what ultimately causes a body to move, could I use them to increase my own reaction time? Would that be dangerous? I'm sure If I used to much I could hurt myself. What about using small, delicate impulses to help with a persons damaged nerves? I know I've read a study about small electrical shocks helping the nerve damage brought on by diabetes. How hard would it be to get a shock small enough, and would there eve be a point? If I stopped administering the shock would the nerves just return to their former damaged state? Could I even get the shock to the right place without hurting them......God I need a hobby.

Alexander finally put down the book on anatomy he had been studying, letting it close with a thump. Here it was, a beautiful and cool day, and what was he doing? Reading a science textbook. Yeah Alex, real cool, no wonder your always surrounded by so many adoring friends. Alexander allowed his body to slide and he laid his head back on the roots of the giant oak he was laying underneath. He stared up into the massive oaks branches, and actually smiled a little bit.

He had to admit life had gotten a lot better sense he started at the academy. He was still horribly awkward and lacked any sort self confidence, but he didn't feel like he was walking around on egg shells anymore. Bruises had faded, and though he still had some permanent physical reminders of his father, he didn't care as much. He had even found that he loved the science classes he was able to take, and hoped that maybe he had found something he could be good at.

Slowly Alexander lifted his hand and examined it. Concentrating, he let small flashes of lightening arc from his fingertips. They didn't travel far only an inch or two towards the palm of his hand. He still felt like he wasn't grasping something. Controlling the shape of the lightening should have been easier. He understood the concepts all well enough but it never seemed to fully click. He had a feeling he knew what the problem was though....

Lightening was wild. It was the embodiment of energy, it was unchained and explosive. You couldn't tame lightening. Oh sure you could direct it, give it a path of least resistance, but sometimes it decided "Hey, screw you buddy!" and did whatever the hell it wanted. In essence, lightening was free, and Alexander...well...

Alex concentrated harder. He could feel the small arcs of electricity, sense them searching for a path to take. As he shot another few sparks from his fingers he held onto them this time. He pushed his will against them, shaping them slowly into a ball. It took more concentration and time then he felt it should have but eventually he managed to shape the small charges of electricity into a ball of lightening. It wasn't very big, a little bigger then a ping pong ball, but it was some of the most complicated work Alexander had been able to accomplish. It flashed and surged, held in place by his will, until finally it vanished with a small zapping sound. "Damnit...." Alex whispered to himself, aggravated with himself. He could do some things, send larger flashes of lightening, charge small objects, even shock a person if they annoyed him enough...not that he ever would. But still, it never felt like enough.

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Im sure Alexander will be friends with anyone if they can get past his awkwardness.

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Alexander

Name: Alexander Fulger

Age: 15

Element: Lightening

Appearance: Alexander is an average height of 5'9" with a slim but toned build, snow white hair, and piercing blue eyes. His attire often consists of an old hoodie and a pair of jeans. He has glasses, that he should wear, but often refuses too.

Personality: Alexander is a quiet young man who has a tendency to keep to himself. Although he often wants to join in a conversation, he has trouble speaking his mind, a true shame because he is actually quite insightful even at such a young age. He is intelligent and talented, but thinks little of himself and lacks the self confidence to truly put his talents to good use. He has as exceptionally kind heart, and will go out of his way most times to help others.

Hidden deep inside Alexander is strength and determination that he rarely lets others see. He knows, deep down, that he could be something more, but childhood traumas and an inability to truly believe in himself holds him back. The only times his strong, fierce side become evident are when he is defending someone who he truly thinks of as a friend.

When it comes to his studies few are willing to push themselves quite as hard as Alexander. He loves learning to use his abilities and has a tendency to become truly enthralled with his practice, almost to the point where he forgets that there is anyone else around.

History: Alexander's life was never one of ease or happiness. His mother, Lianna Fulger, it is said, was a kind and loving woman, if a bit quiet. She was a talented water elementalist, but rarely used her powers. His father, Edward Fulger, is still considered one of the most powerful and influential fire elementalists to ever live, and perhaps one of the cruelest.

Alexander's mother died giving birth to him, so his only way of knowing her was a locket that his grandfather gave to him. His family has always had money, and so he never wanted for any material thing growing up. He father, however, treated the boy as if he was a disappointment, and openly blamed him for the death of Lianna. He grew up being pushed to his limits by his father who only cared about having a worthy heir to the Fulger dynasty. His father payed for private tutors and attempted to raise Alexander to be just like him, however, the boys quiet and subdued nature enraged the man and caused him to lash out both mentally and physically at his son.

The only bright point in Alexander's life was his grandfather, who he was allowed to see on rare occasions. His grandfather was a saint of a man, and would shower Alexander with love and praise, and tell him how truly proud Lianna would have been of him. Sadly, when Alexander was only 10, his grandfather passed away. He did however, leave Alexander his "lucky hoodie" and his great grandfathers walking stick, to items that Alexander can rarely be found without.

Even though the loss of his grandfather nearly crushed him, Alexander still pushed himself and showed real promise, but an inability to truly believe in himself always stopped him from achieving his true potential. Three years ago, Edward remarried and his wife gave birth to another baby boy. His father, believing that Alexander was a lost cause, sent him away to the academy where he could, "Either learn to become a real man or never burden the Fulger doorstep again." Though perhaps a little scared, and rather alone, Alexander can feel a growing spark inside himself, a drive that will, perhaps, push him to become something greater then his father ever was, and if he's lucky, make the spirits of his mother and grandfather proud.

Equipment: His grandfathers walkies stick and a locket with his mothers picture in it.

Ivan

Name: Ivan Vonderbull

Age: 36

Element: Blood

Appearance: Ivan is tall, around 6'2" with a strong build and crimson hair. His eyes are silver and his skin fairly pale. His clothes are always striking and fashionable, but often consist of some form of button up shirt and a jacket or vest.

Personality: Ivan is highly intelligent and well read. He spends a vast amount of time going over the books within the library, though he is incredibly secretive about what it is he is researching. He likes to keep his library quiet and any overly boisterous students learn quickly it is better to stay quiet then incur the librarians wrath, though he is always willing help a student in need. He does, on occasion, enjoy the company of other teachers, and has a slight tendency to flirt with some of his female comrades, if only in an innocent and friendly manner. He is surprisingly brave and actually quite strong, although he rarely shows it.

History: Ivan, was not a handsome lad growing up. He was short, acne ridden, and a good deal overweight. He was a talented student and had an aptitude for his element, but this only made him more of an outcast in the eyes of regular people. There was something that seemed even more disturbing about manipulation blood. His parents were both non elementalists and thus were intimidated by their own child. They still loved him, but it was difficult for a non-elementalist family to deal with such a strange child, and so he was shipped off to the academy.

Even at the academy Ivan was considered...strange. He was woefully unpopular and was forced to spend most of his time alone. As a consequence of his nonexistent social life he was able to spend a great deal of his time studying his element and its many uses. He poured himself into his studies and by graduation was already a force to be reckoned with. After the Academy, Ivan sort of just, disappeared. There is no record of where he was or what he was doing, but five years after leaving the academy he suddenly reappeared.

This Ivan looked almost nothing like the other had. He was taller, thin and muscular, and his face was clean and striking. He asked the headmaster for a position at the school and after some private discussion, it was agreed too. Ivan has been working at the school ever sense. What exactly he is searching for among the thousands of books is unknown but to a select few, but Ivan shows no signs of going anywhere soon.

Equipment: A large journal that he keeps notes in and a small ring with what looks like a sharp hook in impeded in the top of it.

Class Taught: Generally Ivan only acts as the librarian, although he will substitute for one of the other teachers or give a student private lessons when needed.

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So for us new players, have we been at the school for the past three months or are we new or a mixture of the two?

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Snowball fight? Like an extreme snowball fight?

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They are.......

Hider

questionable

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Although there seems to be a lack of the before promised waifu's, I'll still throw in my hat for consideration.

Alexander

Name: Alexander Fulger

Age: 15

Element: Lightening

Appearance: Alexander is an average height of 5'9" with a slim but toned build, snow white hair, and piercing blue eyes. His attire often consists of an old hoodie and a pair of jeans. He has glasses, that he should wear, but often refuses too.

Personality: Alexander is a quiet young man who has a tendency to keep to himself. Although he often wants to join in a conversation, he has trouble speaking his mind, a true shame because he is actually quite insightful even at such a young age. He is intelligent and talented, but thinks little of himself and lacks the self confidence to truly put his talents to good use. He has as exceptionally kind heart, and will go out of his way most times to help others.

Hidden deep inside Alexander is strength and determination that he rarely lets others see. He knows, deep down, that he could be something more, but childhood traumas and an inability to truly believe in himself holds him back. The only times his strong, fierce side become evident are when he is defending someone who he truly thinks of as a friend.

When it comes to his studies few are willing to push themselves quite as hard as Alexander. He loves learning to use his abilities and has a tendency to become truly enthralled with his practice, almost to the point where he forgets that there is anyone else around.

History: Alexander's life was never one of ease or happiness. His mother, Lianna Fulger, it is said, was a kind and loving woman, if a bit quiet. She was a talented water elementalist, but rarely used her powers. His father, Edward Fulger, is still considered one of the most powerful and influential fire elementalists to ever live, and perhaps one of the cruelest.

Alexander's mother died giving birth to him, so his only way of knowing her was a locket that his grandfather gave to him. His family has always had money, and so he never wanted for any material thing growing up. He father, however, treated the boy as if he was a disappointment, and openly blamed him for the death of Lianna. He grew up being pushed to his limits by his father who only cared about having a worthy heir to the Fulger dynasty. His father payed for private tutors and attempted to raise Alexander to be just like him, however, the boys quiet and subdued nature enraged the man and caused him to lash out both mentally and physically at his son.

The only bright point in Alexander's life was his grandfather, who he was allowed to see on rare occasions. His grandfather was a saint of a man, and would shower Alexander with love and praise, and tell him how truly proud Lianna would have been of him. Sadly, when Alexander was only 10, his grandfather passed away. He did however, leave Alexander his "lucky hoodie" and his great grandfathers walking stick, to items that Alexander can rarely be found without.

Even though the loss of his grandfather nearly crushed him, Alexander still pushed himself and showed real promise, but an inability to truly believe in himself always stopped him from achieving his true potential. Three years ago, Edward remarried and his wife gave birth to another baby boy. His father, believing that Alexander was a lost cause, sent him away to the academy where he could, "Either learn to become a real man or never burden the Fulger doorstep again." Though perhaps a little scared, and rather alone, Alexander can feel a growing spark inside himself, a drive that will, perhaps, push him to become something greater then his father ever was, and if he's lucky, make the spirits of his mother and grandfather proud.

Equipment: His grandfathers walkies stick and a locket with his mothers picture in it.

The Revenant's Wish

Certainly interested.