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1: I'm waiting on the GM to see where I can fit my Character(Which I PMed him) into the RP 2: Formatting on the new version of the site is still being worked on my Mahz. He's only one man after all, and there's more important things to deal with. Check his Dev Journal to keep updated.

Gamer and Caits, let's give it a day or three and see if Midori will post, alright? I don't want to use my idea till I'm sure I need to.

Cograts!!!! Also, I'm going to hold off on my post until Machine posts his. What's going on with Esa is also in PMs. Gotta love collaborative efforts! XD

Welcome back! I'm new! XD By the way, I'm waiting for Midori to post now, because what I have in mind kinda requires me to know where everybody is.

Smiling lightly and glancing back to the kitten in question, Rendyl picked up Twilight and hugged him gently against her chest. It was clear she felt deeply for the tiny creature, supposedly due to him being the only being since coming here to genuinely like her. ~_Thank you. Now when do I meet my new friends, Sir?_~ She asked, turning back to Vlad. Before he could answer, her expression flickered slightly, and she blinked a few times at Vlad. Rendyl set the kitten back down on the bed and stood, walking over to Vlad to stand before him. ~_Sir? What is going on? I can sense the others moving around more than usual._~ The young woman held her hands together in front of her, looking up into Vlad's face. ----------- Outside the room, sharp clipping sounds could be heard as someone walked towards the door...

Am I clear to post?

White. Utilitarian. That's what one would think of this room. A simple bed with white sheets was against the center back wall, a white desk with a simple white stool to the left of the bed, and a small nightstand to the right of the bed. There was nothing very special about the room, as the occupant had desired it to be. A single energy efficient bulb hung from the center of the roof, illuminated everything with ease. On the center of the bed, a girl sat cross legged, her eyes closed. She was dressed to match the room; white shirt, white sweatpants. Her blonde hair hung down, nearly reaching the small of her back, the bangs held back by a pair of simple hair clips. In her lap was a greyish kitten, whom she was petting gently with one hand while the other served as a pillow for the tiny creature. When the door opened, the girl barely reacted. She kept her pose with her closed eyes, her breath even. She hadn't even jumped slightly in surprise, simply pausing her moving hand. The kitten lolled his head lazily in the direction of the door, only half-interested in who was there. "What do you think of the others?" The voice of the man who had visited her....it seemed like a lifetime ago she had been in a room as utilitarian as this one, but less clean. Rendyl slowly opened her eyes to look at him. An old man past his prime, but he looked exactly the same standing there as he did in her cell earlier that year. She didn't respond by opening her mouth. She didn't seem to respond in any way to outward appearances. She had been given something by this man. Something she could not decide was a gift or a curse. She resumed petting her kitten, and spoke....with her mind. ~_**They have potential.**_~ But she knew that would not be enough of an answer for this man, a scientist by definition. ~_**A motly band of rebels, brought together by random selection, in their eyes. They act defiantly, having chosen a path they thought was of least resistance. I have not been aware of them long, so if you want their life stories, I cannot give you them.**_~ Rendyle sighed with only the quiet sound of breath escaping her mouth, gently lifting the kitten from her lap as she stretched her legs to move off the bed. Still petting the kitten lightly, she walked over to the desk, looking down at the notepad she had in the center of it. ~_**I wrote down some of my firs thoughts, but I have found I can now store information in a mental drawer. So I do not need this anymore.**_~ Reaching out with her petting hand, she grabbed the parchment and turned, walking towards Vlad and offering it to him. On it were a few lines of scrawled notes about what she first gleaned when she came here. ~_**That is all first impressions, so I will detail what I think to you now.**_~ ~_**Roxy. I have not been able to learn much about her. She tends towards sarcastic remarks and feels strongly about her opinion. She has recently started becoming more sure about herself, and has shown to use her brain when she needs to. Her ability to control shadows, while now limited, has not been fully explored. Cassandra is hotheaded and prefers to express her opinion in a confrontational way. As for her talent, the ability to control light might be turned towards unexpected applications if not watched.**_~ Rendyl headed back for the bed, gently setting the kitten down on the warm sheets to wander upon the white vastness of the bed. ~_**Alastair, the one with a unique arm. All I have felt from him is anger and cruelty. I would describe his lack of control as enjoyment of letting loose his anger. But he thinks. His mind is never at rest. Another mind that rarely pauses belongs to Lucy. Her delight is feeling in control of herself, and is not afraid to express her feelings towards people she does not like. Her ability to control metal is a dangerous one, if you intend to restrain or attempt to control her, do not allow her to find any sort of metal.**_~ Rendyl stood at the foot of the bed as she rattled off these facts to Vlad via telepathy. It was second nature to her now, compared to when she first woke up in this room. All those voices screaming around her, her own thoughts barely able to form in her own head. She had been coached and taught meditation techniques by tutors, until three months after being taken from that cell, she had finally been able to block out the stray thoughts around her and focus on those she wished to hear. ~_**Flippy is like Alastair. But where they differ is that Flippy has visible boiling blood, being able to form things with his own blood, and tends towards fury when provoked. Sandra, or Sparks as she prefers to be referred to, has the ability to sense and manipulate electric currents. I believe that can also mean she can enhance her body in this way.**_~ The young woman turned and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the grey ball of fluff curl up beside her, and she resumed petting his back gently. She had requested a companion several months ago, and was only answered a month past when she found the kitten on her bed one day when she woke up. ~_**Allison seems to have a clever mind, and tends towards trying to avoid work with it rather than for the greater good. Her talent mirrors her desire to be looked over by becoming ethereal in a way, able to pass through solid matter.**_~ Rendyl looked up at Vlad, eyes soft, but unwavering as she stared at the man ~_**Do I pass my test? Or will I lose Twilight?**_~ She was referring to the kitten, whom she had named after the darkened sky of a late sunset.

I have a post in the works that'll hopefully breathe life back into this RP ^_^ Also HAI THAR!~

It was a bit of a pain, but hey, it's better than waiting five minutes to be told RPG was down. It'll improve as Mahz irons out the wrinkles and sweeps away the dust.

Then lucky I wanted it so badly I went ahead and created a CS while I waited =3 **_Name_**: Rendyl Manenson **_Age_**: 17 **_Gender_**: Female  **_Personality_**: A cool, calm demeanor, Rendyle rarely showed any emotions other than a calm contentment. But that didn't mean she was completely inactive. She has a general dislike for people who disrespect others, and will attempt to call them out on it. She's honest and upfront to the best of her abilities, but if you anger her somehow, she won't be shy to express it to you. **_Ability_**: [Telepathy](http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Telepathy) , all basic level abilities, Some to all advanced abilities. Limits: Range is about fifteen feet, can only affect up to four targets for mind altering, a crowd for general use, overwhelmed by too many thoughts or too intense thoughts, cannot understand anything other than English thoughts, cannot read impulsive thoughts. **_Bio_**: Born to a family who never had much money that lived in a less than hospitable area, Rendyl started off on the wrong foot with being a girl, which her father and mother both wanted a boy. On top of that, she had been born mute as well. As she grew up, her parents tried treating her like a boy, giving her tough jobs and not paying attention to her pleas or begging. It didn't lead to a prim and proper Rendyl, to be sure. She quickly learned to take care of herself first. She taught herself to appear small and invisible, and to steal what she could without being caught. She was successful at first, stealing only tiny things like a few dollar bills from her parents' bedroom, a pack of gum from the drug store down the street. But that caused her to be too confident, stealing more and more money from her father and mother to support her desires. It landed her on the street with nothing but a few pieces of clothing and a small knapsack at the age of 15. It went downhill from there. Rendyl tried going to the homeless center, but when they said they'd take her to an orphanage, she ran. She stole to live, sneaking money from other homeless people when she found it, snatching food from stores. The latter finally landed her in a detention cell. She had tried to steal too much at once, being caught on the video surveillance and being apprehended in the parking lot. Resigned, she sat there on the cell bed, hearing catcalls from the older guys down the hall who had seen her escorted in during lunch, when her cell door popped open, and a man came in with an offer. participate in a test, and they'd drop charges....