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ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

@Lemons
Sorry if he seems edgy. This guy okay?

Jared Moore

Jared Moore

Full Name: Jared A. Moore

Nicknames: The Gray Man (Self-Given Title), #1834 (Prisoner number), Dr.Moore (He has a doctorate in Biochemistry)

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Appearance:

Appearance

(He doesn't actually own a katana, nowhere near as cool looking)

Personality: One of the kindest and gentlest people out there. Like, seriously, kid let's mosquitoes drink his blood and doesn't kill them. Jared is an extremely passive and quiet person, and has never started up a conversation in his life. He takes a lot of crap from people and doesn't put up to much of a resistance, but be sure to keep in mind that he has little in terms of releasing this pent-up stress. He enjoys studying, spending time with his family, playing video games, and raising his ant farm. Jared is complacent with anything, however, as long as he has something to take up his time; a board game, a book, or a stove and a couple ingredients. Honestly, he's kind of bland, which is probably why most people besides his parents never took interest in him. Remains calm under nearly any scenario, and only ever freaks out when something he cares about is missing, or he has never experienced it before. (Ex: In a gunfight? Jared is calm, despite only having a gun pointed at him a few times in his entire life. Wake up in a strange laboratory? Oh no, how will I get home, my parents must be so worried, oh god, how'd you even get here in the first place, stupid...).

Jared had developed numerous unhealthy habits throughout his life. He rarely sleeps more than 6 hours a night, averaging about 4. Jared had taken to insulting himself when things do not go his way. Jared has tried several narcotics, but has never been addicted to one. Jared has a very sedentary lifestyle, and is slightly below average physically. While Jared is a very good chef, he usually prefers eating junk food as it is more convenient.

Biographical Information: Born to a father who owned a gun store and a mother who was a professor at Maryland University, Jared was an only child and his family was never strapped for cash. Jared developed very quickly as a child, learning how to read at the age of 3, and performing basic geometry at 7. Jared was raised in a "Plastic bubble", as his parents rarely let him leave the house, preferring to keep him somewhere safe. The only real "Danger" Jared was ever exposed to as a child were when his father began to train him in the use of firearms, disguising it to his mother as "Firearm safety lessons". Considering the numerous weapons that littered the household, it was honestly for the best that Jared was trained in firearm discipline at a young age. Jared entered Kindergarten at the age of 5, and was quickly alienated. None of the kids knew him, he entered in the middle of the year, and he was extremely pale for his age. Despite being a social pariah, however, Jared consistently outperformed his peers, rapidly ascending through grade levels. Jared began cooking for his parents at the age of 9, hoping that it would help lessen their workload. His parents later on tried entering Jared into cooking competitions, but every time Jared vehemently refused.

Jared went his entire academic career being bullied. Maybe it was his stutter? How he was always shifty-eyed. How he never spoke unless spoken to. Or maybe he just entered kindergarten at the wrong time, and was screwed over by chance. Whatever it was, the abuse started light. Taking his shoes. Name calling. Locking him in the bathroom. But slowly, almost at a snails crawl, it escalated. Swirlies, knocking lunch out of his hands, and stolen bikes were common. But as the abuse escalated, so did Jared's progression. He grew smarter faster than he did as a child, and managed to graduate high school at 16. He was offered a full-ride at John Hopkins, and for the next two years, he experienced almost no abuse whatsoever. He didn't have any friends, but keeping his lunch money was a godsend in a collage environment. His parents were supportive in his college career, sending him money regularly for basic necessities. After the two years passed, however, his three largest aggressors joined the ranks of John Hopkins (This confused Jared until he realized that they had bought their way in). With his biggest bullies joining the university, Jared's stress was through the roof. He barely managed to keep it together for the next three years, but, at the age of 21, he graduated with a Doctorate in Biochemistry. Three hours after the ceremony, he was coughing blood, with his shredded diploma strewn across his limp body.

It didn't matter that he could just ask for a new diploma. That he was finally free of the constant abuse. What mattered was that they had assaulted Jared for years, and never even gave him a reason for the abuse. Jared returned home, celebrated with his parents, grabbed his M1911 while they slept, and went to a summer party that he knew the three would be at. Crashing the party, Jared shot the three, dead. Jared was arrested 30 minutes later, and put up no resistance. He pled guilty, and was sent to the Maryland penitentiary to live out a life-sentence, no bail.

Life in the penitentiary was actually very comforting. Sure, no video games or junk food, but you don't have to work for a meal, and the library was always open. Designated prisoner #1834, Jared was assigned to a cell with CJ Thompson, imprisoned for child pornography possession and distribution, 10 years. CJ quickly grew to be Jared's first friend, and the two confided in each other their motives and secrets. Near the end of his stay in the prison, Jared was actually wondering if he was in love with CJ, but this was most likely him mixing up platonic and romantic love. The two were practically inseparable and the other prisoners were actually surprisingly nice to a convicted murderer. Two years into his imprisonment, Jared confided something in CJ that he had never told anyone before.

"I'm just tired. I-I know I'm young, a-and not supposed to be. B-but I'm tired of people, of life. I-I have had a better time in prison than anywhere else in my life... And that just makes me feel l-like my life was a waste. It gets harder and h-harder for me to sleep every night. I can't get the thought that things could have been so much different out of my head... I just don't know what to do."

"Listen, man, life is the biggest struggle out there... We do so much, but in the end, we don't manage to do anything right... But you can't let the What-if's, should-have's, and if-only's hold you down. We're here now, and that was because we were the ones who made the decisions that put us here. I made a lot of mistakes in my life, and I don't got a lot to show for it. You were a doctor at 21! But I don't have a single regret. When I get out of here, I'll live enough for the both of us, man."

Jared fell asleep to CJ's words, letting unconsciousness take over his mind. The next time he woke up, he was gasping for air.

Jared had no clew where he was. He was blindfolded at all times, and either kept in a sensory deprivation chamber, or occasionally allowed to remove his blindfold in a white, featureless room. Not a single person talked to him the entire time, and he was moved around via doping his food with sleeping pills. Jared spent a majority of his time in the chamber, and he was unable to tell the difference in time. Sometimes he experienced hours as if they were seconds, and other times the minutes crawled by so slowly they felt like years. Every now and then (Hourly), the water in the chamber rose to the point where there was no air left, and Jared was forced to hold his breath for minutes on end until the water returned to normal. When Jared felt like he couldn't handle it anymore, he decided to try and choke himself in the white room, using his blindfold. To his surprise, no one attempted to stop him. Halfway through the attempt on his life, however, he looked down to see he was entirely see-through. Surprised at his new capabilities, he tested his newfound power for several minutes, until realizing no drugged food had come through the door slot in a suspiciously long amount of time (Or at least, long to him since his perception of time was screwed over).

(When the RP starts, Jared will discover the door is open, and will make a break for it, meeting up with the other characters. Sorry if the background seems kinda edgy, it's hard to find a motivator for murder unless it's edgy, or the character is crazy).

Ability: Befitting of a man who seeks to disappear, Jared possesses the power of Invisibility. When he is unobserved, Jared is able to turn invisible, and is undetectable by any sense except touch and smell (and taste, but that's kinda irrelevant when you can still touch him). This invisibility extends to electronics, and recording devices cannot pick him up while his power is activated. Thermal detection also does not work, as his power masks his body heat to appear to have the same thermal activity as the surrounding air. Additionally, his power covers anything he is wearing (like clothes) and holding (Must be able to carry in both hands comfortably). His silence also applies to these items.

However, the invisibility can only remain active as long as he holds his breath (Slightly longer than 2 minutes). If Jared starts to struggle for air (about the 1 minute, 45 second mark), he remains invisible, but people are now able to hear him. The scientists working on him unlocked this power through a combination of water boarding, isolation, and sensory deprivation. While he is unsure of the exact reasoning behind it, Jared believes that the scientists were attempting to replicate his power for militaristic purposes. Either way, the torture pushed him to his limit, but years of bullying has pushed him there more times than he could count, so he's not as mentally scarred from the torture as some of the other prisoners.

His power works through a combination of thermal stealth, light-warping, and lowering sound-wave frequencies to the point where they are undetectable.

Strengths: Considering academia was one of the few areas Jared excelled in, he is highly intelligent. Like, IQ of 150 intelligent. Jared is well-versed in most subjects, but excels the most in Biology and Chemistry. Jared is unsettlingly good at handling traumatic situations, and can remain calm under high-pressure scenarios. Jared has an INCREDIBLY large knowledge of weapons, and can handle most forms of firearms with ease. He is adept at the use of knives, but is most proficient with pistols. If his bullies knew about his collection back home, let's just say that the teasing would have stopped much sooner.

Skills: At a young age, Jared had dreamed of being a secret agent, and instead of playing with other kids, he pretended to sneak through forests to assassinate a high-profile target. He has retained this stealth that he had inadvertently trained by avoiding bullies, and even without his power, he can blend into crowds easily. As stated above, Jared has an amazing proficiency with fire arms, and has trained slightly in the use of knives. His father really should not have brought extra stock home... It is unlikely Jared will use these skills on actual people unless in self-defense. Finally, Jared had been cooking for his parents when they come home from a long day of work for years. As such, he is a very proficient chef, and can make something out of nearly any combination of ingredients.

Weaknesses: Not having any friends has left Jared with little in the social department (When he was 7, he went an entire year without speaking a single word, and no one noticed). This social deprivation has also left him highly trusting and naive towards anyone who shows him the slightest bit of affection. Years of physical and emotional abuse has left him with incredibly low self-esteem and a hard time communicating. When met with failure, Jared will belittle and insult himself, resulting in even poorer seal-esteem and making everyone around him feel awkward. This also could take up precious time in a situation where rushing is imperative to success.

Other:

• Height is 5'5
• Weighs 140 lbs
• O+ blood type
• Extremely insecure about his height, would do nearly anything if it could give him an inch or two.
• Owns Owned a roach farm. He raises roaches, and then feeds them to his ant farm.
• Proficient understanding of the English, Japanese, and Hebrew languages.
• Believes that his short height was caused by his bullies stealing his lunch money during puberty, limiting the nutrients his body needed to grow.
• Jared has an obvious stutter, and would prefer it if no one said anything about it.
• Both of his parents have realized that he has disappeared from the prison, but the warden has refused to say anything.

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Karada tried his best to fit in among the rabble that were awaiting the bus to L.O.S.E.R. Although, being a blond, blue-eyed, relatively tall young man in an impressive suit who was part of a scandal that reached national news outlets... It was harder than he expected. In order to ignore the horrible situation he found himself in, Karada instead decided to focus on his surroundings: they were on a fairly vacant road, already nearly on the outskirts of town. The forests were visible at a distance... The location itself was only a block away from the homeless shelter, and Karada quickly began to pray that no one asked him for a handout. After all, he only had 200,000 Yen left to his name, and he planned on making it last as long as humanely possible. Karada was one of the first to arive, as expected considering he had to fly out to this town... Waiting all alone took forever, but slowly, more people began to join him in the wait. Karada counted 5 people, not including himself, and was waiting exasperatedly for the rest of the class to come. I mean, surely this wasn't it? Karada pulled out and lit a cigarette, a habit he has developed when waiting impatiently.

After another 30 minutes of waiting, a decrepit old truck slowly began to pull up to the group of 6, and the window rolled down to reveal a man who was at least in his fifties, as evident by his massive beard. W...Was that his quirk? And this man is a staff member?

...

Noticing quickly how the man appeared to have a random assortment of paperwork, food and half-drunken beverages, Karada realized that he expected EVERYONE to ride in the back... Karada briefly considered whether this was even legal, but he slowly made his way to the flatbed and, after 2 attempts, got himself onto the shaky surface. Walking himself to the far back, as far as he could get from any of the sides and risk being thrown out of the truck, Karada slowly kneeled down, sitting on the dusty and dirty flatbed. This is going to be a bitch to clean... Karada thought, glancing down at his poor suit pants. Karada glanced at his future classmates taking them in, doing his best to analyze them and their potential threat to him. Some were especially easy to pick out, such as the shirtless young man with horns who seemed to have an animal based quirk. Possibly communication with rams or goats? Or maybe it was an enhancement quirk, and it had the aesthetics of an animal? Another, more tanned student had harpoons dangling from his arms, near the shoulder... Whether they were prehensile or not would change the power of such as quirk by tenfold...

The rest of the students seemed to be like him, and were not mutants. As such, it would be impossible to actually tell what their quirk was without outright asking, and the thought was impossible for a young man that was raised in a high class environment, such as Karada. There only appeared to be a single female student out of the bunch, and Karada was sure to keep her in his peripheral vision at all time. He would have also used his quirk, but being on a moving vehicle made that option impossible.

Karada realized he was so busy investigating the other students that he completely forgot that the surroundings were slowly shifting. The trees were now all around them, and the oppressive gray sky was ready to downpour at any moment. Luckily, the winds didn't bother Karada that much. He was used to the cold, and his suit provided him with a slight protection against the cold. The scene reminded him of youth, being locked outside of the house while dinner parties were being held by his parents... Reading and playing with the family dogs... Sleeping in the rain because he did something wrong... Nursing wounds...

Karada slowly removed and put out he cigarette. The filter felt white hot to the touch, which wasn't caused by the heat of the flame. The suits materials pricked him like needles, leaving him gasping for air and clutching his heart. It was moments like this that all the things in his youth came crashing down on him, threatening to bury him under their mass. After what felt like an eternity. but was barely more than 5 seconds, Karada steadied his breathing, leaned back in the truck, and prayed none of his classmates saw him having an episode. The thought that one of his classmates may remember him from the scandal briefly filled him with intense fear, and he was about to have another fit when the voice of the bearded driver rung out, bringing him back to the present.

"Line up side to side at the bottom of the stairs. Give your name up one at a time. The boss doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Karada made the perilous journey to escape the truck, slowly masking his way to the side and lowering himself to the ground. After he finished doing so, he immediately lit a new cigarette - Gotta keep up appearances. The school itself was far from impressive, looking more like a house than a institute of education. Hell, with the staff that they've seen so far, Karada wouldn't be surprised if they had to cook their own meals! But to be honest, Karada planned to cook his own meals either way. He felt more comfortable knowing what was in his food. A man that demanded all attention though, was the red-eyed, horned individual standing at forefront of the school, seemingly welcoming the group of students to their education. The figure was very imposing... The brief thought to run had crossed Karada's mind, but turning revealed that the shuttle bus had already departed. Puffing out another burst of smoke, Karada made his way to the slowly forming line, taking the far right as his position.

"Karada Fudosan. It's an honor, sir."

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

This looks pretty cool! If there is still room, I'll post a CS tomorrow.

Slice of Life, Superpowered RP, Anyone?

Sounds interesting, reminds me of Misfits. Mind posting the CS when you finish it?

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

The sun was low in the horizon, coloring the sky in a deep orange-gold that was beautiful to gaze at. The sound of automobiles sounded in the distance, and every now and then a bird flew over head. The smell of the city was filled with a queer combination of the exhaust of vehicles and the smell of people just beginning to cook their dinners for the day. The restaurants on the side of the road, however, were the only thing that captivated Shiina, her mouth watering at all the options laid before her. Itamemono, Yakitori, Tempura, Takoyaki... Hell, with the money her mom gave her for dinner, she may be able to afford some expensive sushi! Ogata simply gazed at the various names of the restaurants, attempting to pick out the ones that had delicious sweets, until Shiina pushed her back into her bag. There was no way she was risking being discovered as a magical girl... Although, that would make her even more popular... No, the risk was too great! In the end, she settled on a smaller Udon shop that she heard her friend Kumiko talk about during lunch.

Several minutes and 500 Yen later, a steaming bowl of noodles was placed in front of the drooling pink-haired school girl, and she slowly slid the Higashi she bought for Ogata into her bag. Picking up and disconnecting her chopsticks, Shiina quickly began to devour the food as if she hadn't eaten in days. I have to remember to thank that guy taking mom out tonight!, Shiina thought to herself. She was glad that her mother was beginning to go out and look for somebody. After all, raising a child alone is difficult, and considering how Shiina acted, her mother must have been going through a tough time. These thoughts were disturbed when she realized that she hadn't used the bathroom the entire day. Embarrassed, she quickly devoured the rest of her bowl, wiped her face of noodles that missed her mouth, and quickly made her way to the bathroom.

The bathroom was very nice, considering she was in some random Udon shop. Her friend, Satoko, talked about them as if they were gas station restrooms... But then again, considering very few people were eating in the shop, it seemed as though not many people came to the shop. Not complaining about the unexpected cleanliness, Shiina, entered one of the stalls and did her business. Quickly leaving, she washed her hands and returned to the restaurant, realizing that she left Ogata all alone! She quickly checked her bag, thankful to see Ogata playing on Shiina's phone and breaking pieces off of the (relatively) large Higashi. Closing the bag, she turned towards the man behind the counter, realizing she now had more room in her stomach for dinner.

"Hey, Ojiisan! Another bowl this way!"

"It's Ojisan, brat! I'm only 45..."

Taking another 500 yen, the old looking shopkeeper began to prepare another bowl of Udon, allowing Shiina to have plenty of time to gaze around the shop. It had a wooden floor and was very traditional in style, with paper room dividers blocking off separate parts of the shop, and the only light being provided besides the outside sun were paper lamps. It seems as though while she was in the bathroom the dinner rush came in, as the number of customers seems to have more than tripled in the short time frame. In fact, the crowd was so large that Shiina decided to try and look for any of her classmates or friends, but before she could begin, she heard a voice close to her call out.

"Here ya go kid, thanks for the patronage"

A steaming bowl of Udon was deposited right in front of Shiina and, feeling a second wind overtake her, she began to eat, albeit significantly slower and more carefully than earlier. Despite this extra precaution though, it was still very messy. Numerous separate thoughts began to overtake her, such as what her mother's (possible) boyfriend was like, the types of clothes she planned on buying, if anyone she knew was in the shop, and what patrol was going to be like tonight.

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

What time of the year is it? Is it the beginning of the school year, or has it been going on for a while now?

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@GodOfWar
None of our quirks are flashy, so we can save a ton on special effects!

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

@HereComesTheSnow
Yeah, and she's one of the few of us that has an actual finisher, which opens up a lot of combos (Like shortening the distance between her and an enemy, and then using her finisher)

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

Alright, so far we have:

• Fiery champion of justice with a sweet tooth (DPS)
• Technology illiterate maiden with super speed, knives, and a watered down version of Mystic Eyes of Death perception (DPS)
• Stereotypical "Believe in yourself!" dumb-dumb with ribbons (CC/Support)
• The Smarty pants with space manipulation and a big sword (DPS/Support)
• The upbeat yet determined girl with sanic speed (DPS)
• The independent loli that loves animals (Ranged DPS)
• The meek newbie with a power so complex that I can't even understand it, in a good way. (DPS, Support, Some CC)

Jesus, We're prepared for pretty much any situation

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

@VitaVitaAR
Ah, alright. Thank you for clarifying.