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Got a catch-up post up! :D Sorry again for the delay, we seriously underestimated how long it takes to move all our things to our new apartment.

Also! Never got a chance to establish relationships with everyone, so I might be sending out some PMs later today.
A U R O R A Z H A N G


Z H A N G R E S I D E N C E

Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 5:26 AM

If ever there was a testament to the breadth, depth, and height of a father's love, Rory thought it would be this: waking up in the buttcrack of dawn after two consecutive all-nighters to join your daughter in her weird photosynthesis thing. She and her dad were up on the rooftop, sat huddled under a warm duvet and testing the fortitude of the deck they built over the past three weekends. Their TV had been on nonstop HGTV all day, every day, as though that would help them absorb all the DIY tips they needed and magically turn her dads—the least handy people she knew—into proper carpenters. Spoiler alert: it didn't. The wooden platform and its railing were rickety and unpolished, a mishmash of recycled planks and an accident waiting to happen.

Rory wouldn't have it any other way.

Her eyes flicked up to her dad as his hand moved to stifle a yawn. The dawn light shone on the purple under his eye, casting deeper shadows that perfectly reflected his sleep-deprived state. Rory knocked her head against his shoulder and smiled. "Thanks for doing this with me."

"Are you kidding?" Xian tousled her hair affectionately. "Do you know how lonely I've been since you started sleeping early like a normal person? I'm getting as much Rory-time as I can."

Rory laughed. Her body underwent a lot of changes when her powers manifested, but nothing more apparent and life-changing than the metamorphosis from night owl to early bird. Before the emergence of her power—also known as two months ago—Rory had never been a morning person. She'd grown accustomed to the sporadic schedule of a prolific writer with a penchant for barely meeting deadlines. There were lots of late night hot chocolates, midnight Disney movie marathons, and 2AM Just Dance tournaments that have earned them a complaint or four over the past years.

But now it was like she had grown an internal alarm clock attuned to the sunrise, one she was unable to snooze or turn off. Every morning, minutes before the sun would rise, she would wake with a feeling she could only compare to hunger, even though it wasn't exactly that. It resonated throughout her entire body, beckoning for her to sate its appetite. When she explained it to her dads, she said it was like having a voice whisper right in her ear, bossy and incessant just like pop.

The craving goes away the moment sunlight touches her skin, as it did now. Rory sighed contentedly, feeling a lot like she'd just eaten a whole cake, and watched as streaks of orange and yellow and purple paint the sky. All at once, she felt more awake and energized. She felt the warmth of the light within her, enveloping her. It was so familiar and so natural to her; she could hardly remember what it was like before.

When she had her fill, Rory turned to her dad with an excited grin. "Fully charged! Can I practice it right now?"

Xian nodded, standing up to brace himself for what was going to happen--which could be literally anything, as he'd learned over the past few weeks. "Alright, sunshine, show me what you got. This time, remember to control it. The principal probably wouldn't like you causing a blackout."

During the summer and within the confines of their home, her dads had encouraged her to freely use and experiment with her abilities. Any collateral damage was pre-approved. But in school, she would need to show restraint. Lots of it. Her dads have been worried nonstop; they've seen and worked with so many ostracized hyperhuman students that they're torn between allowing her to stay true to herself, as they've always preached, and keeping her safe from smallminded people that could hurt her.

"Yep, yep, I remember," Rory waved his concerns away. Like her dads, she was aware of how people like her were treated--she grew up around them, has heard many accounts of their plight. Unlike her dads, she had hope that the students in Mather Memorial were more openminded than people give them credit for. Wasn't that why they agreed to that new program? When she finally gets to tell her friends about her new abilities, she was certain they wouldn't treat her any differently. "Okay, here goes!"

The exercise today was simple: make her light warm but not bright. She tried to think of the lamp she had on her bedside table for reference: it had a dull yellow glow, but it still burned when she accidentally touched it. Instead, her mind drifted as it often did, and she thought about Street Fighter and Hadouken and how cool would it be if she could do that?

Turns out one stray thought was enough to derail her focus. Before she knew what was happening, a small beam of light burst out of her hand. It was bright and solid and it went barreling towards their rickety railing. Rory tried to stop it to no avail, losing her balance instead (as you would when your already unstable DIY rooftop deck gets blasted and blown to pieces). She saw her dad's panicked face as he tried to grab her hand and thought about how, were circumstances any different, she would be laughing at how funny he looked with his mouth and eyes wide open like that.

Then she fell.

N O R T H C R E S T W O O D H O S P I T A L

Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 1:48 PM

Rory left the hospital sporting a pink cast on her right arm and a sheepish grin directed at her dads, who'd gotten an earful from a very angry mother just minutes before. She tried to console her mom that a broken wrist was pretty lucky all things considered, but that had only seemed to add to her fury. The doctor advised her to take it easy the rest of the day, and while she wasn't normally the type to skip skipping classes, she begged to at least be allowed to attend the last class of the day. Rory had been looking forward to meeting the cool new teacher, the only one brave enough to help out hypes in school. She had also been excited to be able to share her abilities with hypes her own age, and not just her parents or their friends.

It took her biggest, saddest pair of puppy dog eyes (one she liked to use sparingly, for maximum effectiveness) for them to relent.

M A T H E R M E M O R I A L

Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 2:33 PM | The Loft

Rory rushed to the top of the main building, giving no pause to the reprimand one of the teachers called out for running down the hallway. She stopped only momentarily to catch her breath and tuck a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. When she noted a pause in the discussion happening inside, she slipped through the door as discreetly as she could--an endeavor made obsolete by her loudly announcing her presence afterward.

"Hi guys, sorry I'm late!" she waved her broken arm at the group. From a brief sweep of the room, she recognized a couple of faces, noting Felix in particular. Rory grinned and took the empty seat next to him. After the fiasco during the game, she had made it a personal mission to help him out, but he had been nonreceptive to any of her attempts. Maybe Mr. Lehrer was what he needed!

Rory gave him a little wave and leaned in to whisper. "So what are we talking about?"
Sorry for the hold up on my end! Been a busy couple days. I've got my post started, though, and it's looking like I'll finally have time tonight. :D

F L A R E


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Aurora "Rory" Zhang
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Age 16 || Bisexual
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Physical Profile

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Abilities, Skills and Resources
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Appearance Details
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Rory is bright smiles and star-filled eyes, nose crinkled by laughter and hair tousled by expressive hands. She is fun-sized and light and made for climbing trees and squeezing through tight spaces. Her mood can be read entirely from the curve of her lips: upwards is good, happy, her default; a pout is not getting her way; curled up is mad and prepare for retaliation; downwards is bad, rare, and a precursor to tears. There is always a spring in her step and despite a proclivity to trip over nothing and for spatial miscalculations, she has somehow kept her skin smooth and free from blemishes.

The clothes she wears only need to fit two criteria: cute and comfortable. If it's one or the other, she'll wear it. If it's both, she'll wear it repeatedly. Oversized sweaters and pastel blouses are her go-to, as are plain white sneakers that go with everything. She has reading glasses she's supposed to wear but is often forgotten in the deepest recesses of her backpack, and her hair is kept short because it is easier to manage.

Character Synopsis
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Rory was born in Boston, Massachusetts. Her mother, Avery, was working as an editor for a publishing company specializing in children's literature around the same time her father Xian got his first big break. He'd sent in numerous manuscripts that never saw the light of day, but his most recent one had publishers fighting for him. His trilogy was destined to be a hit, and it was Avery that was to guide him there.

Working so closely, it seemed almost inevitable that they got together. Both finding out that the other was a Hyperhuman only solidified this. They got married within a year, had Rory the year after, then separated the year after that. Turns out that no matter how compatible they were, it wouldn't change her father's sexuality.

Her parents parted in amicable terms, with her mom helping her dad sort things out. They both eventually found the right person for each other—Hyperhuman activists (although not powered themselves) they met at a Hype Equality Rally—and that's the family Rory has always known. She has a dad, a pop, a mom, and a pa. It's both a blessing and curse when you have two sets of parents, and she loves every bit of it.

Rory moved to Crestwood Hollow with her two dads when she was ten. Her dad had one book left to write and needed a change of scenery for inspiration, and Rory was never one to pass up new adventures. They bought a house in the block adjacent to Mather Park, within view of that haunting Hanging Tree, and have lived there since. She visits her mom and pa at least once a week, although recently they have been swamped with work.

Her power manifested during the summer; Rory was over the moon. The world she knew growing up was a very pro-Hyperhuman one. Her parents were very involved with the community: staging rallies, sheltering displaced Hyperhumans, raising money to help those unable to find jobs because of their abilities. Even her dad's best-selling trilogy was rife with thinly-veiled pro-Hype sentiments.

When word of the program in Mather Memorial reached her, she volunteered immediately.

Personality
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Sprightly and good-natured, Rory is a natural people person with a genuine sense of wonder. There is no shortage of laughter or amusement in her wake. Her friends will say she's a goofball, but Rory prefers to think she's just keen on spreading (literal and figurative) sunshine wherever she goes. She is the first to make light of stressful situations and the first to point out the silver lining when things are bleak.

Rory is sincere to a fault, heart on her sleeves and everything. She will cry her heart out, will be petulant and vindictive, will confess her love openly and unabashedly. Any and all endeavors she finds compelling will be attended to wholeheartedly, doubly so if it is for a friend in need. It is only when she is shaken to her core, unable to release the grip of fear, that Rory is less than true to herself. She will cower behind her brand of silliness, between forced laughter and exaggerated cluelessness, before ever admitting that she is afraid.

Growing up essentially coddled by two sets of parents has perhaps skewed Rory's perception of the world and may have made her unprepared for the harsh realities in store for her.

Miscellaneous
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Schoolwork isn't filed under things she finds compelling, and so Rory's grades are middling at best and barely passing at worst.

She is an honorary cheerleader; the squad was rooting for her to pass tryouts, but while she had more than enough spirit, she was lacking in coordination.

She's part of the Art Club. One of her goals in life is to do the illustrations for her dad's books.

People are often surprised to find out that she is an avid reader.



@Odin Thanks! I thought I had switched to the imgur link! Changing right now.
@Lord Wraith If you're still accepting, I've got a sheet for you. Hoping she fits in.

@Lord Wraith ahh, is it too late for new applications?
love the idea of soulmates. <3

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