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"Well you know, I'm sure that if we talked this through, we could really just clear all this under the rug right?" A ever bright and cheery smile adorned Matthew's face as he talked to the guard who was had a firm grasp on Matthew's arm as he led him through the halls. "I mean, I haven't even been in here that long, and there's no real re-"

"Shut up." The guard growled out, "You've been chosen for the Sunday Community Room, so just shut up and let me bring you there."

"Aright! Alright!" Matthew said, as he tilted his head backwards to look up towards the guard. "I just thought that ma-"

"No. No more talking" The guard clamped down on Matthew's arm harder. "Here. Just get in there and bug them, if I'm lucky, you'll piss them off enough for one of them to use their freak powers to kill you." The guard shoved Matthew forward and into the common room.

"Well, that wasn't very nice at all!" Matthew grumbled, "If I still had my bat, I could teach you a lesson..." A pout on his face, he shook his head and a a bright smile soon reappeared. "Oh well! Time to make new friends!"

Matthew looked up to get a full look at where he had just stumbled in. There were several people in the room, one was drawing what looked to be a very pretty picture, another seemed to be playing a kind of wonderful music piece, and the others were talking about... something? Oooh, and there was someone reading the back. It was clear to Matthew that he should play it calm, and make a nice subtle and causal entrance. Doing so would no doubt win him points with the reader and the musician, and allow him to easily enter the conversation that was occurring in front of him.

"HI THERE!" Matthew shouted as he fully leaped into the centre of the room, "MY NAME IS MATTHEW! HOW ARE YOU?"

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Cool, should I dump it in the character bin?

The White Island Prophecies

Yay! More people!

I'm going to work on some more back story for Markous.

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Modification in the bio area. Serial Hero, is what I would describe someone obsessed with saving people, sometimes to an unhealthy degree.

Matthew Sana

Alias/Nickname: Divide

Age: 16

Appearance:
Short for his age, Matthew has dark black hair, with bangs that cover his dark almost black eyes. He'll try to wear white clothing, but ends up usually sporting pinkish or red clothing from blood stains. When possible he will bleach his clothing however, so more often or not he will have a full white suit.

Personality:
Matthew is a oddly happy person for the environment that he was raised it. To a degree where he was almost put away not for his powers but purely because of his happiness. He'll smile wide eyed at people who mean him harm, but won't then won't waste a second to break their limbs or crush their bones. Blood thirsty would be putting it lightly. Matthew thrives on causing other people harm, and will do it all while sporting the largest and most innocent smile on his face.

Biography:
They say a serial killer is most dangerous because, they will kill again and again. In the same way, Matthew could be described to be a serial hero. He would roam the streets wielding nothing more than a baseball bat, or a copper pipe, or even just with his own two fists, picking fights with people that he should have no business with fighting, and trying his best to save people's lives. Sure, most of the time the people he "saved" were in no real danger, and the villains he "defeated" were sometime just as innocent (sometime more) as the people he was saving, but to Matthew this was his calling. His white suits which would start the day pristine and clean would be covered in his blood and the blood of his victims by the day's end.

After a quick bleaching, Matthew would start the anew the next day. His parents were long dead, and any family that would have cared about him, didn't even know that Matthew existed. Instead he lived day by day, beating up thugs and living off what he could take from them. Of course, being only sixteen it was only a matter of time before something went wrong.

It was one night on what seemed to be an ordinary day that Matthew, picked a fight with a undercover officer. He was stunned, identified and then found out to be super human. Something that Matthew himself didn't even know about. He was quickly arrested and put away for assaulting an officer. It wasn't long before he was moved to a more secure prison, and it wasn't long before Matthew starting to plot his escape.

Skills:

Fighting: C+: Matthew has not been formally instructed to fight, but has instead picked up all of his skill from fighting on the streets. His style is random and with no specific style, but is focused on breaking limbs and causing as much bleeding from the face as possible. He is a capable of taking on a normal human, while using a weapon.

Street Smarts: B+: Having lived on his own, basically homeless for quite a bit of time, Matthew has developed an ability and awareness of how to survive on the streets. He is acutely aware where to get food, and other resources.

Laundry: A+: Matthew is exceedingly skilled at doing the laundry. He has gained quite a bit of experience from bleaching his suit every day and can now fully clean his clothing from almost anything. He is a bit a fanatic for cleaning however.

Powers:

Cell Division:
The ability to the regenerate damaged cells on will. The takes a rather large mount of energy for Matthew to do, and is limited to only heal only injuries that Matthew is aware of. Matthew can also use this power on other people.

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Hey, wanted to make my characters powers more clear.

It's basically a regeneration ability that he has to focus to use, it'll take energy so he can't spam it, and he can't use it to recover from things that would kill him. He can also use it on other people as well.

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Here's my CS.

Matthew Sana

Alias/Nickname: Divide

Age: 16

Appearance:
Short for his age, Matthew has dark black hair, with bangs that cover his dark almost black eyes. He'll try to wear white clothing, but ends up usually sporting pinkish or red clothing from blood stains. When possible he will bleach his clothing however, so more often or not he will have a full white suit.

Personality:
Matthew is a oddly happy person for the environment that he was raised it. To a degree where he was almost put away not for his powers but purely because of his happiness. He'll smile wide eyed at people who mean him harm, but won't then won't waste a second to break their limbs or crush their bones. Blood thirsty would be putting it lightly. Matthew thrives on causing other people harm, and will do it all while sporting the largest and most innocent smile on his face.

Biography:
They say a serial killer is most dangerous because, they will kill again and again. In the same way, Matthew could be described to be a serial hero. He would roam the streets wielding nothing more than a baseball bat, or a copper pipe, or even just with his own two fists, picking fights with people that he should have no business with fighting. His white suits which would start the day pristine and clean would be covered in his blood and the blood of his victims by the day's end.

After a quick bleaching, Matthew would start the anew the next day. His parents were long dead, and any family that would have cared about him, didn't even know that Matthew existed. Instead he lived day by day, beating up thugs and living off what he could take from them. Of course, being only sixteen it was only a matter of time before something went wrong.

It was one night on what seemed to be an ordinary day that Matthew, picked a fight with a undercover officer. He was stunned, identified and then found out to be super human. Something that Matthew himself didn't even know about. He was quickly arrested and put away for assaulting an officer. It wasn't long before he was moved to a more secure prison, and it wasn't long before Matthew starting to plot his escape.

Skills:

Fighting: C+: Matthew has not been formally instructed to fight, but has instead picked up all of his skill from fighting on the streets. His style is random and with no specific style, but is focused on breaking limbs and causing as much bleeding from the face as possible. He is a capable of taking on a normal human, while using a weapon.

Street Smarts: B+: Having lived on his own, basically homeless for quite a bit of time, Matthew has developed an ability and awareness of how to survive on the streets. He is acutely aware where to get food, and other resources.

Laundry: A+: Matthew is exceedingly skilled at doing the laundry. He has gained quite a bit of experience from bleaching his suit every day and can now fully clean his clothing from almost anything. He is a bit a fanatic for cleaning however.

Powers:

Cell Division:
The ability to force the division of cells and to also control the process of mitosis. This gives Matthew a healing factor, however it must be controlled by Matthew and requires quite a bit of energy to cause. Matthew must also manually think about what exactly he wants to be healed, and if he is not aware of an injury or does not know how to heal it, Matthew can not treat it. He can also cause this division in other people as well, this requires direct contact on to the area that he uses the power on however.

The White Island Prophecies

Joos said
Craft - Love it, love it, love it! I like how you have portrayed the father. And how the Gors bandage your wounds. That's exactly what they would do even in the heat of battle.But, of course, technically speaking his mother wasn't murdered and he knows that. She was caught in the crossfire, an innocent civilian who was not supposed to be there. But that's a minor nit.You are accepted.

Awesome, I'll make sure to keep hat in mind!

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Awesome, I'll have a CS up by tomorrow, just going to reserve this spot for it.

The White Island Prophecies

Well here's my intro post... reading the others makes me feel significantly less confidant about it. It's for the Miner's Apprentice.

Markous Lodio

I had only seen seven summers when my world was changed. It was only seven summers when I started to track my age by how many times I had to visit my mother’s grave. My mother who was killed. Murdered. Murdered by Gors. Murdered in front of me, while I just watched. There was nothing I could do.

The blade in my shoulder wasn’t what stopped me from doing something. It was my own weakness, my own fear, my own fault that caused my mother to die. I could have stopped them. I could have at least died as well, then maybe I would have some sort of honour. Instead, I sat there and stared as I watched them burn my mother.

Set a flame, her flesh melted away as she screamed from the pain. Her golden hair that I loved with all my heart turning black, as flames danced down them towards her head. Her cheeks went away first. They slipped off her face as if they were wet clay on a plate. The rest of her flesh followed, large swaths turning black. I sat there as they made me watch, made it so that I would forever remember exactly how my mother was killed.

I lay there as they raided my home, took everything that I had ever known, and then watched them bandage my wound. Making sure that I couldn’t even die. I was given no mercy. I was left there in the wreckage of what was once my home, with nothing but the memory of my mother’s screams to keep company.

By the time my father had come back, I was blue from the cold. My father… My father blamed himself. His cries were what woke me from my stupor. His arms wrapped around me, as he begged for forgiveness. I didn’t understand. I still don’t. It was my fault, yet my father just looked at me with pity. He looked at his home with despair, and he looked at what was left of my mother with something I had never seen in him. Pure hatred.

He swore to me that day, he made me swear to him, that we would avenge my mother. We would not let her death be forgotten. Those that had killed my mother would rue this day. They would die at our hands. We would burn them. We would turn them to ash.

When he tried to light a fire to warm me, I screamed. I could see my mother was in those flames. I could hear her screams once more. My mother was dying all over again. I couldn’t take it. I cracked, I broke. I leaped into the flames screaming, trying to grab for something that wasn’t there. Funny how seeing my mother burning didn’t brake me, but the memory of it did.

It has been ten long trips to where my mother’s remains were buried. My father could not bear to be near where we were once a happy family, and our new home is nowhere near it. I spend the time that I do not work, training. I’m training for the day that I will finally be able to crush the Gor that killed my mother, the Gor that destroyed my world and shattered my father.

My father who even with all his bravado and his speeches, turns from a proud lion into a meek mouse at the very idea of leaving our home. My father who is no longer the man made that oath with me all those years ago. He is a broken shell of a man, unable to see that we must leave, we must go and hunt those Gor and that if we cannot find the one that killed my mother, than we must simply kill every single last filthy Gor that stalks this planet.

It is because of my father’s meekness that I am leaving. We will be visiting my mother’s grave for the eleventh time soon; it is during that journey that I will leave. It is during that journey that I will start my life once more. It is then, that I will avenge my mother, or die trying.

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