Garden Gnome

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: Her Room -> The Mess Hall -> Chimera's Lair -> Southern Plateau ( Pacific Royal Campus )}

Welcome Home #1.066: Finding strength in being alone

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_{Interaction(s): Rory Tyler @Webboysurf}

Previously: Not a Joke

As the trumpets sounded announcing the sign of another new day, Mei got ready for the day ahead. This would no doubt be another day filled with challenges and she needed to prepare herself both mentally and physically for anything that stood in her way. For that she required plenty of energy, both for her own mental processing as well as to fuel her caloric intake for the maintenance and upkeep of her powers.

Dressing in her neatly ironed and pressed uniform, she made her way to the mess hell, not just by walking, but by swinging on her web rope chains through the heights of the university campus.The breeze as she swing in the air brought her happiness and she would take any happiness that would come her way. She knew that either Rory or Haven would no doubt do something that worked against her favour and was already expecting to happen at some point of the day. One would often wonder how she was able to ensure such punishments over the years dished out by Rory, and many would have abandoned such chances and sought out something else long ago, but Mei still clung on, for some unfathomable reason. There was a limit to her bountiful patience and it would eventually run out one day, and many would think that it would be reaching ever closer as the days, weeks, months and years passed.

Mei herself felt the pull and tension of her patience tugged at her and tried to resist the desire to give up, especially considering that Rory had both done and said things of intimacy to Haven and he had never done with her. Many would have taken that as a sign to move on, but Mei’s stubbornness had allowed her to persist this long. Perhaps, the time for her to move on was indeed finally on her horizon. After all these years, there was no one who could say she did not try hard enough or even put enough effort into the chase. At the mess hall, she piled up plates full of rashers of bacon, croissants and other delectable treats with a meal size resembling something of a size that her fellow teammates Katja would eat. Her unique physiology allowed her to consume such large amounts of food without ballooning in shape, her metabolism working tirelessly to convert the food into energy pockets in her body.

Everyone then began to pile into Chimera’s Lair and Mei followed the rest of the group into their seats in the stadium. The anthem was sung and then came the speech by Jim and the new visitors. Mei didn’t care much about the Alexandria Foundation, but knew enough of them to know that they would be a problem. Then came the announcement that the accreditation of engineering, law and medical fields would be lost, and once again Mei felt the all powerful intuition of Asian parents swooping in to save the day. She had fought with her parents endlessly over her major of choice, but in the end, it was her who relented in the end, no match for the relentless might of the all-powerful Asian parents.

While others would push their children to pursue science, law or medical fields, her parents instead pushed her to embark on a culinary path to take over the family business. That decision then, to major in culinary arts instead of aerospace engineering had saved her from the predicament many of her fellow teammates and students faced now. While she observed the strong reactions of her teammates around her, she said nothing. She knew that they would have been affected by the new changes this would bring, and said nothing to make it worse.

As the team proceeded to the plateau and began setting up their tents, Mei had her eyes on both Rory and Haven the whole time, monitoring the actions and movements of the pair. The moment Rory made his move to walk towards Haven, she promptly moved close enough within earshot of the pair. When he popped the question, Mei acted in calming anger, using her enhanced reflexes to shoot out several bursts of silk webbing towards Rory’s ankles and feet, aiming to bind them together to trip him once he moved. She did it so quickly in the hopes of remaining undetected. She then moved towards him and thrusted the handmade silk knitted towel that she had finally completed, the words “Not a Joke” clearly visible on the main surface of the towel. “Here, a hand knitted towel made by yours truly.”

Without looking back to see Rory’s reaction, she headed towards an unoccupied spot on the plateau and began setting up her own tent, settling on the fact that she would be sleeping alone.

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Beach - Pacific Royal Campus}

Welcome Home #1.036: Not a Joke

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_{Interaction(s): No one in particular}

Previously: Do or Do Not, There is no Try

Mei was flabbergasted. Rory thought that her asking him to the dance was a joke. She tried to see if he was pulling a fast one on her, and was actually pranking her for some reason, but his expressions along with the way he behaved made it such that he was serious in thinking that she was just joking by asking him out to the dance. That was inconceivable. The fact that he thought of such a thing. The devil on her shoulder telling her that if Haven had asked him the very same thing, he would have never treated it as a joke. The Angel on her shoulder agreed with the devil, which made Mei fumed internally although she tried her best not to express it visibly, keeping an awkward smile as she made her way back to her spot on the towel. As an idea of how she could convey the message of her not being a joke to Rory came to mind, she instantly got to work. Filling up a spool that she retrieved from a small bag beside her, she filled it up with her organic silk. Once that spool was full, out came the knitting needles from the bag as well, and Mei started working on hand knitting a towel for Rory.

Her plan? To hand make a face towel for Rory with the words “Not a Joke” embroidered on them, so that hopefully the message would be clear enough when he looked at the towel. That was of course if Rory didn’t throw the towel after receiving it or stash it somewhere and never look at it ever again. It was simply a chance she had to take, and Mei would try anything.

As the others went back to change for the evening ahead, so did she, returning to the beach dressed in a yellow hoodie and a pair of comfortable orange coloured track pants. She chose an empty spot at the campfire that Lorcán and the others were beginning to set up and resumed knitting intensely again hoping to get this little project done before something else came up to ruin her plans again. As the evening deepened, the group began to talk about their future careers after graduating from PRCU. As the others began to speak, Mei’s gaze continued to focus between her own work and that of Rory and his actions from her spot directly opposite Rory and Haven.

As he began to show signs of affection towards Haven, not a single moment was left unseen by Mei’s eyes. Annoyance bubbled deep within her so much so that she paused her knitting to very quickly flick a small ball of silk over Rory and Haven’s heads in exasperation. Despite the annoyance rising within her, her visage remained stoic, and flashing a smile should anyone catch her gaze. Internally, her confidence had been eroding over time. Despite her best efforts, Rory had never behaved like that to her. That was one of the reasons why she wanted to complete her little project in front of her as well, before she lost her nerve to carry on. Steeling herself, she remained silent for the time being well her friends continued to speak about their plans for their future career paths.

After Banjo spoke up, Mei finally felt that it was time for her to contribute to the conversations as well. “I’ll be applying for the Royal Australian Air Force to pursue my dream to become a fighter pilot. I’m studying Culinary Arts in accordance with my parents’ wishes as a backup plan just in case being an airforce pilot doesn’t work out.”

Pausing for a brief moment, she then continued with gusto.

“Of course, I’ll still be working to better the lives of all hypes everywhere, no matter where I am.”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Beach - Pacific Royal Campus}

Welcome Home #1.028: Do or Do Not, There is no Try

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_{Interaction(s): Rory @Webboysurf}

Previously: Sunblock the Saviour

Mei continued to lounge on her towel under the umbrella as the rest of her team began to gather at their spot under the umbrella. She may have even dozed off for several minutes as by the time she roused herself, the area around them had become rather lively, accompanied with a cooler filled with drinks as well. While the lid of the cooler was still open, Mei had seen fit to snatch a raspberry seltzer with the help of a long web from the cooler- all from her seated position, like a frog tongue reaching out to nap a fly for its meal.

That saved her the effort of walking all the way over to the cooler to retrieve her drink before making her way back to her towel. Everything was just more efficient and cooler when she got her powers involved. Her gaze began to lock onto Rory, homing onto him as she noticed him moving about, now at this very moment heading towards Lorcán and Aurora. Her ears were on full alert as she listened to his every word the moment they left his lips. Mei opened the seltzer, taking a gulp of her drink as she attentively processed Rory's words about his supposed invitation to Aurora for the upcoming senior dance that would take place after the Homecoming Trials. Mei had plans of her own (well-thought out or not, that remained to be seen), and all of them involved Rory in some shape or manner. It was perhaps known to most of the team that she had crushes on both Lorcán and Rory, but the one for Rory was very much deeper than the former.

She knew how deep Lorcán's affection for Aurora ran, that was plain for all to see, and therefore her crush for him had never really progressed through any significant amount. Rory was better, and more suitable for her in almost every sort of way anyhow (according to her own thought processes, ill-advised or not), his personable golden retriever-like behaviour a joy to behold in every shape and form. Her full attention continued to hang onto the answer Aurora would eventually give, hoping that she would reject him in favour of going with Lorcán, so that Mei herself would then have her chance by presenting Rory with her own invitation. Mei had fought for many opportunities in her life, and this would be no different. Afterall, good things weren’t just going to end up in her lap without any fight.

Not even the sound of Haven almost choking on her drink nearby or Banjo’s distinct cackling in the distance distracted Mei from her task. She remained fully focused on Rory and Aurora, waiting for the inevitable reply to come at last. She knew that Haven was also listening in, and as a fellow competitor for the golden retriever, Mei knew that she was at a disadvantage (she is most certain that Rory liked Haven more), therefore she needed to have more initiative if she was to even get a fair shot of even succeeding at all.

The Aurora reply finally came and just like that, Mei made her move. She was up from her towel and already making her way to Rory and Aurora before their conversation was done. As the red head finished speaking, Mei swooped in and tapped on Rory’s well built shoulders.

“Hey Rory! So..uhh.. Would you like to go to the dance with me?” Straight and simple without any beating around the bush. That was how she did things, leaving nothing to chance. Mei wasn’t the type to give up easily.

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

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_{Location: The Beach - Pacific Royal Campus}

Welcome Home #1.009: Sunblock the Saviour

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_{Interaction(s): Harper Baxter @Qia, Aurora Mitchell @Melissa}

Previously: Nil

Mei lounged blissfully on the beach, laying on a towel spread out on the beach that was their sanctuary. She was nestled under a vibrant orange umbrella that shielded her from the sun’s strong rays. With her toes buried in the warm sand, she watched with a smile as the beach came alive with the hustle and bustle of students, both new and returning, enjoying the last remnants of freedom before the semester officially kicked off at Pacific Royal Collegiate & University. The wide expanse of the sea stretched out in front of her, the waters shimmering under the bright sunlight. Waves crashed gently against the shore, leaving behind a trail of foam that glistened like sparkling diamonds in the light.

She didn’t need to inhale deeply to smell the salty tang of the ocean mingling with the scent of both sunscreen and sunblock that perpetually hung in the air. Despite the protection of the umbrella, Mei didn’t want to risk having a sunburn before school started, and reached for a bottle of sunblock beside her and began to apply it to her exposed skin. She began to rub and slather the creamy lotion over all the different parts of her body not covered by her two piece bathing suit, smiling as she felt assured by the wee protection the sunblock lotion would provide.

As she settled back onto her spot on the beach, she closed her eyes momentarily as the familiar sound of seagulls filled the air. Their raucous cries echoed overhead as they soared in the sky, their wings casting fleeting shadows on the sand below.

Mei opened her eyes and found herself gazing at the seagulls, watching their graceful movements as they flew with ease and so freely. Suddenly, Mei's reverie was interrupted by the sound of her friend Harper's voice booming through a megaphone.

“No littering, maggots!”

Mei couldn't help but grin at Harper's choice of words. That was Harper alright. She could not help but raise a thumbs up in affirmation at Harper's direction, not looking to see if the other girl saw her reaction or not. As Mei continued to watch, one of the students nearby grumbled followed by Harper’s response, which made her chuckle in amusement.

“Who the hell made her the beach police?”

“I heard that!”

Mei then looked over as Aurora arrived praising Harper for her beautiful drawings. That was no surprise. Mei had always wished that she could draw as well as Harper. She had tried and practised over and over before, but seeing her ugly drawings constantly was disappointing and soon she abandoned that activity altogether. She clearly had no future being an artist.

“Hey Aurora, glad you could join us! How are you doing this fine day? Better late than never."

Mei paused as she got up and used her hands to frame the redhead in her view in a dramatic manner.

"Lovely two-piece by the way. They look amazing on you!”

Commencement: A Foundation Institute RP

M E I
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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Mei Hong Hanh Hisamatsu _________________________________________________________ June 6th, 2007 | 21 | Japanese-Vietnamese/Asian _________________________________________________________ Single | Female | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Melbourne | Victoria | Australia _________________________________________________________ Canis | Team 21 - Blackjack C H A R A C T E R S T A T S C H A R A C T E R S T A T S _________________________________________________________ ◼ B U I L D || Lean/Athletic ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Black ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Brown ◼ H E I G H T || 5 foot 7 inches ◼ W E I G H T || 136 lbs ◼ S C A R S || N/A ◼ T A T T O O S || N/A ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Ear lobes ◼ O T H E R || N/A

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Mei was born in Melbourne, Australia to Japanese father and a Vietnamese mother. The couple owned a Japanese barbecue restaurant and while they were wealthy by any means, they were also not poor. They lived life as a middle class family and all was well especially when the young girl had doting parents who were only all too happy to indulge in the girl’s love for food and eating. As she grew old and big enough, Mei began helping out her parents in their restaurant after school, serving customers and even in the kitchen sometimes when they were short handed. She would spend the off peak hours resting up or doing her homework, and began working once the dinner time came around. Life was bliss for the three of them, and that was how the young Mei hoped her happy life would continue forever. Unfortunately, one day all of these would come to an end. It wasn’t long after her ninth birthday, when Mei was playing with her schoolmates in her school field trip in a nature park. After ascending a hill, standing near the edge of a cliff, one of her schoolmates who didn’t like her thought it would be funny if she fell down the cliff with everyone watching. Thrown off guard and grasping at air frantically as she fell, silk webbings spurted in a long line from both hands as the sticky web stream stuck itself onto the trunk of a large tree as soon as it made contact. Her fall halted, she found them web thick and strong enough to handle her bodyweight and by then her teacher had begun to help by pulling her up to safety. This changed everything. Everyone began to treat her differently after that, and somehow word began to spread around her family’s restaurant as well. The wary looks, curious stares and constant gossiping never stopped. After the restaurant closed one night, Mei heard her parents talking about enrolling her in a school for Hyperhumans. Her parents didn’t want to wait for something to happen, especially now that it was known to many that their daughter was a Hyperhuman. Her parents eventually told her about Pacific Royal Collegiate & University in Canada, and convinced her that it was in her best interest to join the special institution dedicated to helping Hyperhumans learn and control their abilities. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C ________________________________________________________________________________________ With a soft and gentle face accentuated by her distinctive facial features, Mei presents a rather comely and pleasing appearance. Just one of the many genes inherited from her parents, her expressive deep brown almond-shaped eyes are without a doubt her most recognisable facial features. They twinkle with delight and excitement whenever she finds interest in something, and the twin brown orbs emote expressively in times of happiness, anger or displeasure. Long black locks that reach down to her waist, she usually wears them naturally down, only placing it into a ponytail or a bun when she engages in exercises or any other activity that requires agility. Comfort is key to her dressing style as she often engages in bouts of highly physical activities. The clothing she wears is often easy to move around in and not too restrictive. These can range from loose fitting t-shirts and oversized sweaters and pants/skirts to form-fitting exercise attire, depending on her mood and the circumstances. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y ________________________________________________________________________________________ Strong-willed, passionate and headstrong. These words sum up Mei well. A fun-loving and passionate soul, she loves having fun and works hard just as she plays hard. It is natural for her to devote all her attention to something once it catches her interest. Highly-devoted, she is committed to those she loves and befriends. Since young, she has always been the type to mingle and play around with the boys while still holding her own. Highly passionate about what she believes in, and armed with an ironclad determination and fighting spirit, she can often prove to be a feisty challenge not everyone can handle. Possessing a whole lot of spunk, she is not one to turn down a challenge. Mei enjoys other people taking an interest in her activities and sometimes doesn't even mind them getting into her space. She enjoys lending a hand and sharing her experiences, especially with the people that she cares about. Intensely loyal, once her trust is gained, it is not taken lightly, and she'll always be there to back up her friends and trusted allies alike without hesitation. She is also known to be stubborn, and insisting on doing things her way once she has found a preferred way of doing things. She finds it difficult to admit that she has made a mistake and will often persevere and would rather suffer in silence than admit that she is wrong. In certain rare occasions where she would actually see the reason not to persist, she might relent, but these situations are few and far in between.

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A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || SPIDER PHYSIOLOGY __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Expulsive __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Somatic __POWER SCALE || TBD __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || TBD She can create, shape and manipulate her own silk, a natural protein fibre, some forms of which can be woven into textiles. The protein fibre of silk is composed mainly of fibroin and is produced by oversized spinnerets that are used to create different types of webbing. These spinnerets are mutated and enlarged from the ones found on the common spider to withstand the mass amounts of spider silk they excrete from the associated glands. Unlike spiders, these mutated spinnerets are located in her wrists with small orifices that can open and close at will. There are two different kinds of web spigots, with the major one being used for draglines and web spinning, while the minor web spigots are used for cocoons, swatting and netting. Her manipulation of silk webbing can range from simple forms like spinning a strand, or a more complex form like building webs and even creating items from it. There are two different types of webs used by spiders, the dragline silk and the flag line silk. The flag silk is weaker but far more elastic, great at absorbing the impacts of shock. The dragline silk is the stronger of the two and slightly stretchy, and is the main spider silk type used for the main support of its web. She is able to create both at will, although practice is required to do so. It can come in many shapes, be stretchy or strong, it may be thick like cord or thin like wire. With enough practice, she may eventually be able to make it more or less sticky, controlling their density to make them razor-sharp or controlling the direction they fly in. A common spider’s silk is incredibly strong, and compared quantitatively weight for weight, silk webs are 5 times tougher than most steel of the same diameter, and while it may not be as strong as Kevlar, it is tougher than both the common steel and kevlar when compared at the same weight. Apart from her organic web powers, her strength is also enhanced, allowing her to lift up to 2 tons unassisted with her silk webbing. Assisted with her silk webbing, she is able to withstand far heavier weights by strengthening its integrity to support the weight that is needed at that point of time. L I M I T A T I O N S || ENERGY/CALORIE DEPENDENT The effectiveness and amount of organic webbing depends on her health and nutrition.The organic webbing takes about a week to decompose on its own if there are no interferences. Despite its strength and durability, silk webs still have a weight limit and threshold, and those possessing a strong enough force should be able to break through and overcome it with ease. The production of the silk webbing naturally also requires a large metabolism from her which means that she has to consume larger portions of food, more than the average amount of someone of her size, especially protein-rich diets to cater to the energy needed for the production of the silks. She is almost always hungry, and has to eat 5-6 meals a day, and most of these are not small meals at all. She needs to constantly make sure she is accompanied with snacks or eat a massive meal beforehand, or she will feel weak and dizzy. The distance of how far she can shoot her web is at an estimated 60 feet. It can reach significantly further distances if she shoots it in a ballistic parabolic arc. W E A K N E S S E S || VULNERABLE TO MANY TYPES OF DAMAGES Her silk webbing is not too different compared to its pure natural counterpart. It is vulnerable to sharp piercing and thrusting weapons/attacks, although depending on the thickness of the particular thread/rope it is trying to cut or pierce through, more force or time needs to be expended to do so. Another easier way to get rid of it is to expose it to high heat or extreme cold. Like any other pure silk, it is more difficult to set on fire and burn once ignited, therefore constant heat or fire needs to be applied to it for it to be burnt through. The amount of heat varies on the thickness and integrity of the silk. When exposed to constant heat/flame, silk burns faster than cotton, however due to its self-extinguishing properties, once the flame is removed, it will stop burning unlike cotton which will continue burning until extinguished externally. Freezing it and shattering it at subzero temperatures is also another viable way to destroy it for those with access to cyrokinesis. Corrosive chemicals or powers can also eat through the silk webbing easily as other textile materials. Blunt force can also inflict serious damage if the force is bigger than current weight and tensile strength of the silk webbing in question can handle. Her silk webbing is definitely not invulnerable in any sense of the word, but can be reinforced at all. The biggest damage causer would definitely have to be constant exposure to extreme heat/flame and any forms of sharp piercing or thrusting element attacking it relentlessly. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Mei’s goals are centred around two main plot points. Living out an idealised romance, inspired by the long lasting love that her parents had shared to this day, and to help better the world for the treatment of all Hyperhumans. Experiencing first hand how hyperhumans are treated by the rest of the world, she yearns to improve this, and hopefully her efforts will be recognised and Hyperhumans will be able to live in society without any stigma that plagues the world of today.

S K I L L S & T A L E N T S S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Trilingual || Mei is able to speak three languages fluently. English, Japanese and Vietnamese. ◼ Observation || With a keen eye for details, Mei is able to pick up on small minute information than many people might otherwise miss. This can include things like small details, irregularities in patterns, spelling mistakes. ◼ Agility || Mei is highly agile and fast on her feet, a skill that complements her powers very well. When you're swinging in the air on a long rope of web, you need to be swift and agile to control your direction and speed of movement. T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Parkour || Talented in parkour, this is a talent that also ties in well with her powers as it promotes quick thinking while maintaining physical fitness. It also encourages creativity in route navigation which is essential in getting around across obstacles. It also aids in building core strength and cardiovascular endurance. C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L _________________________________________________________ A T T I R E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Heart Locket || This was a gift by her parents that contains a happy photo of the three of them within. It was given to her just before she left for PRCU to help her if she gets homesick. I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Headphones || When Mei wants to have some alone time and chill, she'll put on her headphones and listen to her music playlists. Her favourite genres range from Classical music (Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, etc.) to Korean pop music and OSTs. T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Swiss Army Knife || A multipurpose pocket knife that she carries that can be used for any type of purpose/needs she may have at any time. A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Mei has a recreational pilot license in Australia which she attained when she was just 17 years of age. Being a fighter pilot was her childhood dream. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

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Try every, do everything. Within limits and without breaking any rules, of course. Here in PRCU, you are with like minded mates and you don't have to worry about being judged for being a Hyperhuman. Treasure your time here and learn as much as you can. Utilise every opportunity given to learn and better yourself, for you may not have the chance to do so once you leave this sanctuary. See that activity that looks like fun? Give it a try. See that person that looks like you might get along with? Approach them and say hi! Appreciate life here and you will always remember your time here fondly.

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I didn't really know what my life would be like when I first started. All I wanted was to live in a world where Hyperhumans could live in harmony along with the rest of society. I hope to be able to champion this cause to better the lives for all Hyperhumans so no one would have to feel such undignified discrimination for just being a Hyperhuman. That has not changed.

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I had been so apprehensive in the beginning, and that had caused me to not fully utilise all the resources the school had to offer, feeling that it was too good to be true. Had I been more open and less overly cautious about everything, I would have far more opportunities to learn and better prepare myself for the world and the society out there.

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𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢 - 𝙰 𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎

This sounds interesting. I’ll be keen.

The Spirits Within / Aeon (Interest)

Honestly, this concept intrigues me as well. Consider me interested.

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Hi..I'm still working on my character..almost half done now...