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The Coven of Briarwood Community College

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The Coven of Briarwood Community College

Sorry for the delay y'all! New Zealand heightened the lockdown level today since we have a few community cases of Covid again. I thought I'd get my stuff done this morning and still make the 24 hour deadline, but my time management skills were not on point. My apologies to everyone for keeping y'all waiting!

@Laser Kiwi

I just don’t know if anyone can possibly forgive you ever at all.

The Coven of Briarwood Community College

Okey dokey yall, my first post is done. I wanted to write more but since Kyle just showed up I figured a small description of where his head is at, his intentions, and description of self was enough for a first post. I should note while he is super duper magical and all, he doesnt realize it yet. So next post will probably involve something magical but if yall wanted move Kyle around or interact with him yall just try to keep him in character from his bio and have fun with it.

The Coven of Briarwood Community College

Kyle

Kyle Hishamie

Interesting Fact about the Salem Witch Trials. There were actually more people accused of being witches in the town of Andover than in the town of Salem. Although most of the accused witches were women, some men were also accused. A majority of the people who claimed to be "afflicted" by witches were girls under the age of 20

Kyle, sitting at attention in class, managed to finish writing down the notes from the lecture right before the end of class. With a small bead of sweat running down the nape of his neck, Kyle realized something about himself he had not known before. It has been years since Kyle sat down in a classroom, and even longer since he felt like he needed to jot down serious notes. It isn't as if the Salem Witch trials were particularly hard to learn about, but the sitting still amongst civilians and learning about something other than his MOS turned out to be slightly more difficult than he remembered. At times he found he needed to force himself to snap back to reality when he caught his attention drifting away from the professors words. In truth, Kyle had not paid too much attention in the beginning of class. Almost as if he had just arrived on the scene. It would be easier to concentrate too if extremely hard to remember details of somehow vivid but easily forgettable dreams had not been the subject of his minds attention span. Get your shit together soldier, Kyle had said to himself with quiet trepidation under his breath and in the middle of class, Think of this as just another battlefield. Except....if you fail you wont die...Ok not a battlefield exactly but still get you're shit together man

His discipline and mental fortitude could only take him so far though. Kyle kept his mind awake and on point by taking several small and quick gulps of water from his water bottle that he had brought with him and powered on until the end of the lecture. Kyle had not spoken yet to any of his classmates, but at the sound of many people leaving together to go to a study group he stayed in his seat for a few moments after everyone had left. The professor could see Kyle putting his notes together and into the binder he brought and getting ready to leave so the professor paid him no mind. As Kyle gathered his things and stood slowly he began to think to himself. I should...go to that study group thing with the others it was an open invitation after all. I mean, what if I missed something important in the moments my attention was not where it should have been? Kyle began to walk towards the class door, Binder in one hand and water bottle in the other, when he stopped right in front of the door hand outstretched. But...I shouldn't bother others, they don't know me and everyone was.....well no matter. I should at least attempt to exchange lesson information with at least one of them. Kyle left the classroom and walked with a purpose, shoulders broad and head held high even if inside of him he felt the complete opposite. I may not be worth the time it takes to exchange class notes but I missed parts of the lecture, that's on me and I need to take responsibility.

The dreams he had been having as of late continued to burn in an insatiably curious way in his mind. Kyle could almost make out certain parts but just as he would start to remember the details would vanish from his memory. It was beyond irritating to Kyle but he tried his best to push the thoughts out of his mind. He had fallen behind the other students and did not want to get lost trying to find them. It was mostly a straight shot, or rather the way to the destined location was easy to get to, to Poor Yorick's. Kyle had never been, but learning more about the city he was in by reading maps was something he did every time he moved to a new city or base. It helped put his mind at ease for in the event of an emergency he wouldn't be completely lost at least. Although.......his sense of direction left much to be desired. It took a fair bit of time but pretty soon the group of students he has seen leaving together and more were in view at least. Kyle was wearing a V neck dark blue, long sleeve shirt with black jeans and slip on shoes with black socks. Not the most comfortable thing to run in but as his physique was in excellent condition since he kept up his army training regiment after been released Kyle had been able to catch up without breaking a sweat. It simply took awhile, to the point where they were almost at their predestined location by the time he had caught up.

Kyle had not seen the rat, the injured man, or anything out of the ordinary besides some minor distress that he had no idea the cause of. When Kyle was within loud voice speaking distance he spoke up hoping at least on person would respond. Howdy, Kyle said in a loud enough tone to be heard but not loud enough to be considered shouting, Im..Kyle..From class. I was hoping I could join ya'll. Kyle rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. Christ he hated talking to people. He was sure they would tell him to fuck off. He looked so out of place, a young muscular adult who just sorta came from nowhere. He had stayed silent the entire class so did anyone even notice him? Hopefully not.

The Coven of Briarwood Community College

Kyle

Kyle Hishamie

23/M/Scorpio/Heterosexual - Loner/Humble/Innovative - Freshman General Studies - Unemployed

Relationships

NPC/Father = Verdock Hishamie(Alive/Estranged)
NPC/Mother = Mary Hishamie(Deceased)
NPC/Older Brother = Conrad Hishamie(Disowned from family/strong bond but as of late very distant)
Roommate =

History and Bio

To many people, living life is something that should never be taken for granted. The belief that the will to live is essential in personal growth, the ability to accomplish, and in keeping up ones mental health has been drilled into the minds of the general populace because in a sense it is. Motivation is key to success, at least for those who are not Kyle Hishamie. It is not as if He plans on killing himself, or if handed a loaded gun he would not point the tip of gun towards himself. Not because he has a will to survive but simply because his survival instinct would not let him. That same instinct kept him moving when he was a child and he would feel the weight of his fathers hate and anger towards him, kept him moving when his older brother left t he family to seek out his own fortune, to keep moving forward no matter how cruel the other children were, and it kept him alive in the army.

He enlisted after graduating high school in order to get as far away from his father as possible. At some point in his early life he came to the conclusion that if he became a piece of government property, he could keep his father away without fear of his father coming after him with force. After all, how could his father force him to return home to work for the family business if he was contractually obligated to not do so. Kyle joined the army, active duty, and it was there that he felt the most will to live he had ever felt. For a time.

Almost immediately after basic training he was sent to Baghdad on his first deployment. There was no immediate war looming, but it was not as if the locals appreciated any kind of American in their neighborhood. within his first six months he had four confirmed kills without even being in a firefight. This killed a certain spark that had been dimly going inside of him, for how can a man keep his humanity when humanity attacks him in the market, outside his base, and on patrol on civilian roads. While Kyle quickly and calmly dispatched enemies that would attempt to sacrifice themselves with explosives, in an attempt to get rid of the American forces stationed there, at some point he simply did what he did to keep his battle buddies safe and not so much the same for himself. Normally a deployment would last no more than a year, but due to his exemplary skills Kyle was given the order stay another year. To serve another tour without so much as rest home back in the states.

Kyle did indeed return home to Fort Gordon after being deployed for two years, going awol was not an option, but he had not returned home the same man that he once was. As a child he was insatiably curious, warm hearted, imaginative, and pacifistic even with his fathers cruel jabs and taunts and abuse. He knew his father may be the God of his world as a child, but he held some small hope that when he was old enough to leave that would be the start of a new life. He believed that the army would give him the funds and knowledge he would need to be able to be self dependent. Instead, after his deployment and two more years at Fort Gordan he fulfilled his service contract and left the base as a man who simply lived to work. As a man who kept to himself, who no longer saw everything as an opportunity, who truly hated himself but was cursed with enough intelligence to know that just because he felt this way this was by no means an excuse to be a burden on anyone else. He had saved most of the money he made, so Kyle was able to rent an apartment, and after almost a year of being alone and unemployed Kyle enrolled in community college. Kyle had always had outstanding grades but he felt like some big time college was not necessary and would only draw attention to himself. His plan was simple. Get a degree, find a job, work until he dropped, stay in the background. Its not as if he believed he deserved to be lesser, but Kyle had entirely lost his will to strive. To find the American dream, to obtain all that he never had as a child. Friends, family who cared for him deeply, and that thing that all men and women have. To hope.

To give a little bit more insight into Kyle here is a bit more information. Kyle had never had a job before enlisting, as his father would not let him. Verdock Hishamie repeatedly stated that when Kyle came of legal age he would work for him so there was not a single reason Kyle needed another job. Verdock never recovered from his wifes untimely demise, which was shortly after Kyles birth. Depression is a hell of a thing. Kyles older brother Conrad was one of the few people who cared about Kyle, but not even brotherly love could keep Conrad tied to his fathers home forever, to have to deal with their father as they did. Kyle always made good grades all throughout school, and while he was never considered......"popular" lest say, the young man was considered to be talented and bright in most that he did.

Kyle, at this time, is 23 with dark brown eyes and Mediterranean skin. Kyle is of Greek and French descent and is stands at 6'2.

Powers

Knack

Kyle can typically find a way to combine or to repair whatever items he has on hand. That is to say he isn't a miracle worker and if something is broken beyond repair he cant just make it come to life. He simply....usually can find a way to fix what's broken but not beyond repair or to make whatever suits his needs with very outlandish things on hand. This knack has come in very handy in his previous line of work even if he himself didn't realize what this truly was.

Gifts

Kyle has a natural affinity with the element of light. At this current time, this does not mean much as Kyle is not even aware of his powers.

Due to Kyles innate nature, due to his souls true shape and character, he has the unique ability of emotional suggestion. Emotional Suggestion is a it sounds, this allows Kyle to share certain emotions and mental states within a certain range. The sobriety of a target can also affect the potency, the more inebriated a target is the more difficult it is to actually affect the target. Black out drunk is an example of what is not affected by this power.

The range for this power is 5 feet on average and 10 feet when Kyle himself is emotionally riled up, but this is rare as Kyle does not feel strongly about much at this time due to his mental state being less than healthy at the time of enrolling in BCC. So this gift is less than powerful as it could be. Targets within 3 feet of Kyle though have a chance of more or less experiencing this power in a different way somewhat. Normally, Kyles targets would simply become overcome with the emotion or mental state that Kyle has sent out, ex. Kyle stands 5 feet away from his target. He sends out a wave of angry emotions to his target. This will cause the person or animal to behave in their own way how they would if in that situation they naturally were overcame with inexplicable anger. Kyle cannot control a persons actions through this power, so it is more useful on unsuspecting or uninformed targets. But I digress, the target within 3 feet would not only feel the way Kyle wants them to but they also gain a sort of six sense on Kyles actual emotional and mental state. Think of it like the person 5 feet away can only be affected by Kyles power. But the person 3 feet away can sort of peer through the window of Kyles soul to see how he truly feels in that moment. Something Kyle does not want and tries his best to keep from happening, ya know.....if he knew that's how it worked.

Kyles powers are useful but come with a price. He can only use this power effectively when in direct sun or moon light, as his affinity towards light is what powers this exemplary talent. If Kyle uses this ability when he does not have the connection towards a natural light source the ability becomes extremely unreliable and has an extremely high chance of not working at all. If this happens Kyle will feel some slight head pain or nausea. The target of this power does not become entranced by Kyle as this ability simply is an attempt to overwrite a persons emotional and mental state with a different one, not to make them become a different person or to do something they would not naturally do. Kyle can only affect a person when eye contact is made, and the way the emotional and mental state is through magical suggestion. Kyle needs to keep eye contact and speak to his target, Further more the amount of emotions and how intense of a mental state Kyle tries to suggest to person to have is key to understanding the drawbacks of Emotional Suggestion. Simple suggestions such as Your shoelace keeps coming untied, doesn't that irritate you? which would arouse mild irritation could cause a minor pain behind Kyles eyes, the same kind of pain you would receive if you had gone without breakfast and lunch and had to work the entire afternoon and night, up to a mild form of dizziness. More intense Suggestions such as Is it not a shame that while you have friends who adore you, you have no one who can truly say they love you? Someone who wishes to spend their life with you? which can cause intense depression or severe underlying anger could cause a crushing migraine up to falling unconscious after a slight time delay and body pain.

Kyle can fall comatose and even die with extended serious use of this power or if too many failed Emotional Suggestions take place within a short period of time. Kyle can also succumb rapidly to worse and worse pains when he tries suggest something to a person who also has magical abilities that are more aligned on the psychic category. Those who have powers that fall in line with the elemental manipulation category for example would not normally under non strange conditions cause Kyle to be affected in some way out of ordinary when he uses his powers. He still feels the drawbacks but not as heavily as if he had done so to a psychic, which would cause worse pains as mentioned previously.

The Coven of Briarwood Community College

Yay ok so another quick update from my mobile telephonic device. Turns out we are going back to regular store hours starting tonight so add another hour to my time frame. It’s 7:23 atm and we close at 11 although I should be off by 1030.

The Coven of Briarwood Community College

Yay hi guys! At work currently for another 3 1/2 hours if y’all are willing to wait I can get home and create a masterpiece then but if y’all don’t want to my feelings won’t be hurt

The Coven of Briarwood Community College

WIP

Kyle

Kyle Hishamie

23/M/Scorpio/Heterosexual - Loner/Humble/Innovative - Freshman General Studies - Unemployed

Relationships

NPC/Father = Verdock Hishamie(Alive/Estranged)
NPC/Mother = Mary Hishamie(Deceased)
NPC/Older Brother = Conrad Hishamie(Disowned from family/strong bond but as of late very distant)
Roommate =

History and Bio

To many people, living life is something that should never be taken for granted. The belief that the will to live is essential in personal growth, the ability to accomplish, and in keeping up ones mental health has been drilled into the minds of the general populace because in a sense it is. Motivation is key to success, at least for those who are not Kyle Hishamie. It is not as if He plans on killing himself, or if handed a loaded gun he would not point the tip of gun towards himself. Not because he has a will to survive but simply because his survival instinct would not let him. That same instinct kept him moving when he was a child and he would feel the weight of his fathers hate and anger towards him, kept him moving when his older brother left t he family to seek out his own fortune, to keep moving forward no matter how cruel the other children were, and it kept him alive in the army.

He enlisted after graduating high school in order to get as far away from his father as possible. At some point in his early life he came to the conclusion that if he became a piece of government property, he could keep his father away without fear of his father coming after him with force. After all, how could his father force him to return home to work for the family business if he was contractually obligated to not do so. Kyle joined the army, active duty, and it was there that he felt the most will to live he had ever felt. For a time.

Almost immediately after basic training he was sent to Baghdad on his first deployment. There was no immediate war looming, but it was not as if the locals appreciated any kind of American in their neighborhood. within his first six months he had four confirmed kills without even being in a firefight. This killed a certain spark that had been dimly going inside of him, for how can a man keep his humanity when humanity attacks him in the market, outside his base, and on patrol on civilian roads. While Kyle quickly and calmly dispatched enemies that would attempt to sacrifice themselves with explosives, in an attempt to get rid of the American forces stationed there, at some point he simply did what he did to keep his battle buddies safe and not so much the same for himself. Normally a deployment would last no more than a year, but due to his exemplary skills Kyle was given the order stay another year. To serve another tour without so much as rest home back in the states.

Kyle did indeed return home to Fort Gordon after being deployed for two years, going awol was not an option, but he had not returned home the same man that he once was. As a child he was insatiably curious, warm hearted, imaginative, and pacifistic even with his fathers cruel jabs and taunts and abuse. He knew his father may be the God of his world as a child, but he held some small hope that when he was old enough to leave that would be the start of a new life. He believed that the army would give him the funds and knowledge he would need to be able to be self dependent. Instead, after his deployment and two more years at Fort Gordan he fulfilled his service contract and left the base as a man who simply lived to work. As a man who kept to himself, who no longer saw everything as an opportunity, who truly hated himself but was cursed with enough intelligence to know that just because he felt this way this was by no means an excuse to be a burden on anyone else. He had saved most of the money he made, so Kyle was able to rent an apartment, and after almost a year of being alone and unemployed Kyle enrolled in community college. Kyle had always had outstanding grades but he felt like some big time college was not necessary and would only draw attention to himself. His plan was simple. Get a degree, find a job, work until he dropped, stay in the background. Its not as if he believed he deserved to be lesser, but Kyle had entirely lost his will to strive. To find the American dream, to obtain all that he never had as a child. Friends, family who cared for him deeply, and that thing that all men and women have. To hope.

To give a little bit more insight into Kyle here is a bit more information. Kyle had never had a job before enlisting, as his father would not let him. Verdock Hishamie repeatedly stated that when Kyle came of legal age he would work for him so there was not a single reason Kyle needed another job. Verdock never recovered from his wifes untimely demise, which was shortly after Kyles birth. Depression is a hell of a thing. Kyles older brother Conrad was one of the few people who cared about Kyle, but not even brotherly love could keep Conrad tied to his fathers home forever, to have to deal with their father as they did. Kyle always made good grades all throughout school, and while he was never considered......"popular" lest say, the young man was considered to be talented and bright in most that he did.

Kyle, at this time, is 23 with dark brown eyes and Mediterranean skin. Kyle is of Greek and French descent and is stands at 6'2.

Powers

Knack

Kyle can typically find a way to combine or to repair whatever items he has on hand. That is to say he isn't a miracle worker and if something is broken beyond repair he cant just make it come to life. He simply....usually can find a way to fix what's broken but not beyond repair or to make whatever suits his needs with very outlandish things on hand. This knack has come in very handy in his previous line of work even if he himself didn't realize what this truly was.

Gifts

Kyle has a natural affinity with the element of light. At this current time, this does not mean much as Kyle is not even aware of his powers.

Due to Kyles innate nature, due to his souls true shape and character, he has the unique ability of emotional suggestion. Emotional Suggestion is a it sounds, this allows Kyle to share certain emotions and mental states within a certain range. The sobriety of a target can also affect the potency, the more inebriated a target is the more difficult it is to actually affect the target. Black out drunk is an example of what is not affected by this power.

The range for this power is 5 feet on average and 10 feet when Kyle himself is emotionally riled up, but this is rare as Kyle does not feel strongly about much at this time due to his mental state being less than healthy at the time of enrolling in BCC. So this gift is less than powerful as it could be. Targets within 3 feet of Kyle though have a chance of more or less experiencing this power in a different way somewhat. Normally, Kyles targets would simply become overcome with the emotion or mental state that Kyle has sent out, ex. Kyle stands 5 feet away from his target. He sends out a wave of angry emotions to his target. This will cause the person or animal to behave in their own way how they would if in that situation they naturally were overcame with inexplicable anger. Kyle cannot control a persons actions through this power, so it is more useful on unsuspecting or uninformed targets. But I digress, the target within 3 feet would not only feel the way Kyle wants them to but they also gain a sort of six sense on Kyles actual emotional and mental state. Think of it like the person 5 feet away can only be affected by Kyles power. But the person 3 feet away can sort of peer through the window of Kyles soul to see how he truly feels in that moment. Something Kyle does not want and tries his best to keep from happening, ya know.....if he knew that's how it worked.

Kyles powers are useful but come with a price. He can only use this power effectively when in direct sun or moon light, as his affinity towards light is what powers this exemplary talent. If Kyle uses this ability when he does not have the connection towards a natural light source the ability becomes extremely unreliable and has an extremely high chance of not working at all. If this happens Kyle will feel some slight head pain or nausea. The target of this power does not become entranced by Kyle as this ability simply is an attempt to overwrite a persons emotional and mental state with a different one, not to make them become a different person or to do something they would not naturally do. Kyle can only affect a person when eye contact is made, and the way the emotional and mental state is through magical suggestion. Kyle needs to keep eye contact and speak to his target, Further more the amount of emotions and how intense of a mental state Kyle tries to suggest to person to have is key to understanding the drawbacks of Emotional Suggestion. Simple suggestions such as Your shoelace keeps coming untied, doesn't that irritate you? which would arouse mild irritation could cause a minor pain behind Kyles eyes, the same kind of pain you would receive if you had gone without breakfast and lunch and had to work the entire afternoon and night, up to a mild form of dizziness. More intense Suggestions such as Is it not a shame that while you have friends who adore you, you have no one who can truly say they love you? Someone who wishes to spend their life with you? which can cause intense depression or severe underlying anger could cause a crushing migraine up to falling unconscious after a slight time delay and body pain.

Kyle can fall comatose and even die with extended serious use of this power or if too many failed Emotional Suggestions take place within a short period of time. Kyle can also succumb rapidly to worse and worse pains when he tries suggest something to a person who also has magical abilities that are more aligned on the psychic category. Those who have powers that fall in line with the elemental manipulation category for example would not normally under non strange conditions cause Kyle to be affected in some way out of ordinary when he uses his powers. He still feels the drawbacks but not as heavily as if he had done so to a psychic, which would cause worse pains as mentioned previously.

The Golden City (Open Superhero RP)

Akiva Hishamie

The color blue had always held a small and strange sway over Akiva. As he stood only a few feet away from the glass that separated him from the sea life in the aquarium Akiva thought that no place like the aquarium in Oceano Beach. Akiva already felt like his usually lazy demeanor was a little dangerous, and when he visited the aquarium he usually ended up putting down his guard completely. He couldn't help doing that to himself it was just a bad habit. Most jobs he worked on did not lead him to large bodies of water or to aquariums in general but he made it a point to try to avoid any aquarium based jobs if possible. Not that there was a lot of work options in that area, which Akiva appreciated. A small dolphin suddenly swam past the glass slowly, circling around the underwater tank it was in. As it swam closer to the glass the smaller children that were watching squeaked with glee and excitement. Akiva was surrounded by the munchkins, suddenly aware he was the only grown man watching this seriously. Akiva blushed slightly and chuckled softly, turning around and walking out of the group of children that had formed around him.

He stumbled out of the group awkwardly, trying not to kick any of the small children who had no idea what the definition of personal space was. As he was able to escape her stumbled, hopping on one foot for a second until he centered himself. He ignored the faces of the parents that were present, ignoring their stifled laughter. Walking away with what little pride he had, Akiva walked away from the dolphin exhibit with his hands in his pockets and an embarrassed smile on his face.

Akiva found an exit as he walked on that would lead him out of the aquarium and proceeded through it. As Akiva looked up into the daytime sky, he was extremely gladdened that he could be here and was not arrested in that gas station incident. Akiva looked down and pulled his hands out of his pockets. He opened them, and as quick as he could he made a pulse of energy underneath the palm of his hands. Akiva narrowed his brows and sighed out loud. Having powers meant that he could do so much more than the average man. But when he did the punishment for him was always twice as much. He would have been put to death if caught, or dissected, or used as a weapon. Akiva truly didn't know, people were always able to surprise him when it came to the depths of their cruelty.

Akiva shook his head, eager to be rid of such melancholy thoughts. No work meant not being allowed to think like an adult today. Akiva paused for a moment, thinking back on what he had done so far and what to do next. In the morning he had gotten into that little..situation but had been able to get away from the police. He was sure that he had entered and left hiding his face from any camera angle, and the unlucky cashier probably wouldn't be able to describe him very well. But to make sure, Akiva went to a store afterward to purchase new clothes. Akiva decided on a pair of slim fitting black jeans, a simple gray v neck, a hooded black long sleeve jacket, and a pair of black and white converse. As Akiva left the store and pulled his hood up on his jacket a thought struck him. He had made decent money from the last job and he probably should have given Chenoa some sort of...well reward. Akiva did not know what else to call it, besides a reward for her efforts. She may not have understood everything that happened but she had put in a lot of effort. Kinda. Akiva went through the numbers in his head and decided on his next course of action.

Akiva pulled out his wallet and thumber over the top of the bills he kept on him. He had about a grand in different types of bills in his wallet, which after buying clothes was very much lightened. Sighing, he knew what he had to do. Since he felt like he owed someone more, if he did it now he would not have to do it later. It took Akiva about an hour to walk back home, to which he boldly walked back inside expecting an extremely angry sister but instead found nothing. Akiva panicked for a moment when he could not hear anyone home, his sister not home, but calmed himself down. If she chose to leave that was her choice, but Akiva worried none the less. Her health was at risk whenever she went out and was especially more so when she went out alone. Akiva sighed but continued to his room, immediately going to his stash of money hidden away. He mainly had 100 dollar bills but Akiva figured she wouldn't mind. Akiva put the cash in a vanilla envelope, closed it, and put in underneath his arm on the inside of his jacket. Altogether he had about two hundred grand in cash, and even more in offshore accounts. While he and his sister had money, they preferred to spend very little on luxuries. The less flashy the better, and most of their money they put into accounts not easily accessed so whatever cash they have is cash they withdrew after completing a job and getting paid. So 5 grand did not seem like a poor gift.

Akiva traveled by taxi to the cafe that Chenoa worked at, but kept his hood on so he could hide most of his face. He left the vanilla envelope, as well as a note left inside the envelope, in the mail slot then got back into the taxi. He laughed to himself. He left her a note written in blue pen which had stated," For Dove ". He hoped Chenoa understood that it was meant for her since he had called her that as a nickname. With the debt repaid Akiva decided that since he had a little bit more spending money with him that he deserved a treat. He gave the driver instructions to go to the aquarium.

Which brought Akiva's train of thought to an abrupt stop as he finished remembering what he had done so far today. Kill a man, pay a girl, see a fish? Akiva laughed out loud at his own weirdness. He did not mind when a few people stopped and stared at his antics, but his laughter died out anyway. Akiva took out his phone and called another taxi service for a pickup, deciding on where to go next.

The Golden City (Open Superhero RP)

Akiva Hishamie

Ending and begining, solo style.

3 days ago

The long dull silence of the night crept around Akiv like a snake swallowing its prey. After all the events that had unfolded, he had been left drained both physically and mentally. Normally for Akiva, when he accepted a job, it was very cut and dry almost to the point where he could have written down the events that would transpire beforehand and end up being 100% accurate. Not that he was some sort of genius, it's just that in his line of work things tended to be that way. Anything unexpected meant trouble and could spell out almost certain death if you were unable to handle the situation. As Akiva sat in the bck seat of the Uber car he requested, being taken home, he looked out the window at the pale moonlight. He has heard before that on a night where the moon is full and when its glow shines out throughout the night, the supernatural can occur in your laugh at a random moments notice. Akiva laughed softly to himself as he thought of this, reminding himself that technically he was considered supernatural himself. With the window cracked slightly he could feel the slight breeze on his face, hear the sound of city hustle and bustle with what nightlife could be found.

People went on that night as they usually did with whatever they usually liked to do. Akiva watched, in his ride home, people walking down the sidewalk going about their business without a care for what was going on in the world they lived. "I killed a man today", Akiva thought to himself, "and the world still goes on. What kind of justice is that"?

Akiva did not think for a single moment that what he did could ever be considered a "Good" act, but if killing a man who hurt and killed others could not be considered good then what could be? Was doing nothing, avoiding this man, or trying to go to the police with no legal evidence a good thing? Akiva could not see it like that. If he could not take the law into his own hands when presented with an opportunity to rid the world of Filth like Houston Donovan, then what was the point of even being alive? Akiva thought how he had actual superpowers, even though at times he thought of it more like a curse than a gift, and that he could do.....not he DOES do a lot with them. Akiva sighed rather louder than he meant to. His powers were yet another reason why he could not understand how some people had such naive definitions of good and evil. He performed acts of both on an almost daily basis so what did that make him?

Scratching his head Akiva gave up mentally on the train of thought that pursued him. He never got anywhere when he tried to argue with himself on the topic of good and evil. He settled on gazing intently on the world outside of this drive home. No matter what he thought, Akiva was glad life was interesting.

His thoughts did though end up turning to Chenoa, The Dove. She...was definitely one of the weirder ones that Akiva had met during his line of work. He was glad that she was not able to uncover his true objective though. Akiva worked better as a solo rogue since others tended to slow him down or try to intervene in some way. It was good to meet another who was special like him, although her powers did seem a lot more useful and less hazardous than his powers were. The way she jumped at the chance to do something in his line of work did worry him a little but he ended up chalking that up to something he would not understand. Akiva has been involved in his line of work for so long that by now he figured that what he did would seem somewhat exciting to normal people, so long as any killing was kept out of sight. Akiva wasn't that ignorant. He wouldnt hate seeing her again, Akiva thought.

As Akiva walked up the stairs to the third floor of his apartment and as he walked inside it he made sure he was not injured or bleeding in any way he had not yet seen. If he was Camille would flip out again, something Akiva never looked forward to. He was greeted by his twin sister, Camille Hishamie, after he walked inside. They lived in a simple apartement, nothing very fancy but away from prying eyes, and he could see her standing in the kitchen from the front door. When her eyes darted from what she was doing over to the sound of the front door opening Camille dropped everything she was doing and ran to the front door as fast as she could. Camille jumped into Akiva as she hug tackled him.

"Akivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa", Camille squeaked.

Akiva grunted and laughed, returning the hug after regaining his center of balance. Just as fast though Camille reached up as she hugged him and bopped him on the back of his head, causing a loud thumping sound to echo thoughout the room. Akiva laughed, not stunned at all. "I kow what its for but Ill ask anyways. What was that for Cam", Akiva asked teasingly.

Pushing Akiva away and regaining her composure Camille crossed her arms and walked back to the kitchen to continue what she was previously doing. "Oh, I don't know let's see. We can start with you taking a job without consulting me. You know you are terrible at picking decent jobs but noooo you try anyway."

Akiva walked over to the front of the kitchen and sat at the counter on a bar stool. "It was more like a personal favor to an old...to a guy i know. Honestly, I probably won't talk to him for awhile he is such a dumbass". Akiva laid his head on the counter and closed his eyes.

Camille eyed Akiva as he spoke but released a heavy sigh after a few moments had passed. "Honestly...what am I going to do with you. Go get washed and changed, I will make dinner".

Akiva silently and slowly stood up and began to do as he was instructed. It was a general rule in the house that after a job Akiva was supposed to wash, change, and eat dinner. If it wasn't a rule, as it was not one for the entirety of them working together, Akiva would sometimes forget to take care of himself. Camille narrowed her eyes as he walked away, the bottom right corner of her mouth twisting to form a suspicious frown. "You idiot", Camille said softly to herself, "Such an annoyance". Camille gripped the hilt of the knife she picked up, to assist in cooking, quite tightly.

present day

As Akiva walked out the door he narrowly avoided getting hit by a hairbrush thrown by his sister. Camille was angry with him for passing up another job that would have in fact brought them a sizeable chunk of cash. So to avoid any more unpleasantness Akiva decided a day out would be needed. Akiva walked downstairs and immediately was hit with an overall pleasant wave of combined sunshine, fresh air, and the chance for a new adventure. That being said, as he looked around in youthful passion, he realized that more than likely today would be a nap day.

It was still fairly early in the day, so since he had no job to complete and could not return home Akiva decided to simply take a stroll. He walked to whatever destination came to mind, first stopping off at a store to pick up a drink. As he was choosing one of the many different types of carbonated beverages that was presented before him, an event began to occur. A man wearing a black ski mask walked in quickly and calmly, aiming for the main counter.

The man glanced around, saw that there were no police officers within eyesight, and pulled out a small revolver front his brown leather jacket. "This is a robbery", The man said underlining what he said with a serious and angry sounding voice. He pulled out a duffel bag that was folded up and held underneath his arm on the inside of his jacket and tossed it to the cashier. Alerted by the sound of a firearm being pulled out, a sound he knew well, Akiva did not rise up to standing up straight. He had been crouching to get a better look at his options but upon hearing the situation changing Akiva went from civilian to master criminal in 0.01 seconds. Akiva quietly crept around the aisles of the convenience store, avoiding being seen by the mirrors the store put up to make it easier to catch shoplifters. Akiva reached the aisle that directly lined up behind the robber and the cashier, although the catch being that if the robber wanted to see him all he needed to do would be to look behind him.

The thief impatiently looked down at his watch on his right wrist several times over the course of the minute it was taking for the robbery to take place. The cashier was incredibly nervous and distraught, unsure of what to do in this situation. It was true that underneath the single counter, the store kept a black box their where they deposited all of the store's money at the end of the day. The unclear fact was though there was a key to it, only the manager had one. The cashier did not make this clear to the robber, and after offering what little money the cashier station had in the register the employee pretended to fumble with the lock. Not much time would pass before the robber would try to do something drastic, that much was clear to Akiva.

With the seconds rolling by Akiva knew he had to do something, simply on pure instinct. Akiva truly did not care if the store was robbed. It was easy money and if you do it right you can get away with hundreds of dollars for no effort at all. There was no proof of what Akiva was feeling, nothing logical to it, but he had a gut feeling that this was gonna end badly. The man didn't seem patient enough, did not understand how the money keeping system worked, and if he was here to just rob the register that was just....really really dumb. There was no way that the gun the guy had wasn't going off today.

As Akiva raced in thought, planning his attack, the dumbest of things happened. When Akiva speaks he usually talks while moving his hands and or arms. As he planned his attack mentally, he subconsciously moved his arms a little but just enough to bump his elbow into the shelf next to him. Chips and items were knocked off the shelf, causing a rather obvious noise we all know too well. The robber, startled, jumped around to see Akiva trying to regain his balance. The man aimed his weapon at Akiva. As he tried to yell out a threat to Akiva, the rather unsuccessful robber activated the sensitive trigger to his weapon. Akiva was able to utilize his fight or flight capabilities to there absolute maximum, his years of experience baring its fangs as he was able to barely adjust himself to avoid the bullet's trajectory. As he was crouched, the gunner was aiming somewhat downwards. Since the man was inexperienced or rather unskilled, he aimed for the head. Akiva recognized the danger and used the advantage of the carpetless floor and the traction from his shoes to slightly slide enough that his body was able to twist towards to the ground.

Akiva landed on his back but was able to quickly recover. While the shooter was dazed from what he had accidentally done, Akiva reached behind him and felt the solid surface of another object. He pushed himself towards his forward, momentarily slighting out of the robber's sight. In the front of the next aisle over Akiva jumped off the ground and dashed to the farthest away aisle but with his body close to the ground. The robber, with his senses returned, felt like the only thing he could do not was not let this guy get away. He shot his gun, he wasn't gonna be able to get out of this easily, but of course, he had no idea the monster he just unleashed.

In Akivas mind his timeless struggle waged war inside his mind. Did this man deserve to die, or would that be tooThis guy tried to kill him, so wasn't it fair that he tried to kill the robber in return? If he didn't kill him, how far should he incapacitate the man? What was the right thing to do, overall wise? Akiva thought of this quickly in his mind, but he was a professional. His body moved as well, dashing around and down the aisle while his opponent ran around the aisles slowly looking for him in a panic. The clerk had ducked behind the counter for protection so Akiva did not have to worry about that. Akiva was able to find the robber, quite efficiently. The robber saw Akiva between the spaces between the shelves and fired two rounds in Akiva's general direction. He missed, which allowed Akiva to locate the robber's exact position. He dashed around to the aisle the robber was in, causing the robber to panic even more. It was not a very large store, a medium size convenience store, so the man knew that he could not get away from this guy in the store. Akiva was able to close the distance between the two of them with a bolt forward, Akiva's anger showing in his eyes. Akiva reached up as the man tried to aim at Akiva and grabbed the mans gun hand. Keeping the gun out of his direction he used his other hand to jab at the man's stomach, then when the man hunched over Akiva slammed his knee into the man's face. With a nose covered in blood and pain in his body, the robber fell to his knee. Akiva reached with his right hand and grabbed the mans face.

He wanted to do it. He wanted to kill the man. This man was the worst kind of criminal, someone with no skill, and how could he forgive someone who tried to shoot him?

"Now..receive...."

Akiva tried to finish his sentence, to expel the power within himself and end this mans life. He wanted to do it, but for all of his effort, he found himself unable to. Akiva let go of the man's face while grabbing the gun out of the man's hand with his other hand. He was ok with killing to an extent but not like this. Not to someone who was so..helpless. As he turned around and began walking away, the robber jumped forward off the ground and tried to grab the gun from Akiva's hand. Akiva swung around, making the gun out of reach, and as he slammed his right hand into the side of the robbers bare head he muttered: "My Intentions" with a voice filled with venom. Akiva slammed the man's head to the ground as he sent a surge of yellow energy from his hand into the man.

Akiva was silent. He slowly stood up straight but his eyes neve rleft the man. He felt no remorse, he tried to let the man go. Reaching for the weapon was a sign of pure stupidity. He had to die. Akiva had overloaded the mans brain by sending a surge of his own energy directly into the mans head. Similiar to when a computer gets overloaded, goes haywire, and shuts down with smoke rising. The robbers body shook for a few moments before going still.

Police sirens suddenly filled the store coming front the fornt of the store. Akiva snapped back to reality and dashed to the back of the store and to the exit. The police had responded to the sounds of gunfire but had not covered the back yet, more police were in route though. As Akiva exited the back of the store, activtaing all of the alarms that would follow, e chuckled to himself. It was gonna be that kind of day huh?