Thomas walked into the the coffee shop. They always met here when something had happened, it was sort of like a tradition. He saw Max and Claes, and walked over to them. He had his hands in his pockets - he had forgotten to pick up his gloves - so he nodded. "It's good to see you," he said in his British accent, "I'm sorry I have to be so informal, but it appears that I never picked up my gloves as I left the house.
As he sat down, he got the waitresses attention, "Excuse me?" he asked her, "Would it be possible for you to get me a cup of tea? Thank you."
Thomas turned his attention to Max and Claes, "Have the girls not arrived?" he asked.
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Stíofán ó Conaill
Stíofán slowly woke up, and opened his eyes slowly. It was quiet, almost too quiet, as if something was missing, however, Stíofán did not know what, though. He opened his eyes groggily, and reached instinctively to his bed side table for his glasses. However, they weren't there. I must have put them in a different place last night, he thought, in Irish. He moved the duvet off of him,and got out of the bed.
Firstly, Stíofán noticed that the room was completely plain. This seemed weird, but he wasn't bothered by it. He looked around, and noticed a picture frame on the chest of drawers. He walked over to it, and tried to focus on it, but couldn't. completely, due to his missing glasses. He looked closely at it, and saw that there was two men, one who couldn't be any older than himself. They both had ginger hair and pale skin, but he couldn't think that either were familiar. Then he realised, as he saw his reflection in the plastic of the frame that protected the picture. The shorter one was him, he couldn't believe what had happened. How did I... forget myself!? he asked himself. He dropped the photo as he saw a pocket watch. He looked inside, and saw a picture, of him, with another pale skinned boy, but this time, he couldn't have been much more than 15 or 16. With tears beginning to form at the corner of his eyes, he put the pocked watch pack down. He grabbed the photo, and flung in against the wall. His face was red with anger and he couldn't believe he didn't know anything about himself. He realised that he didn't even know his own name. He saw am Irish flag, and a teddy bear, next to it, which had a shamrock on it. Stíofán could make out a ribbon, but he didn't know what it said. Stíofán walked up to it, and read the name 'Stíofán ó Conaill'. That must be me, he thought. He was about to throw the bear against the wall, but heard gears as a hole appeared in the wall behind him. He walked out, and joined the congregation of people.
Stíofán slowly woke up, and opened his eyes slowly. It was quiet, almost too quiet, as if something was missing, however, Stíofán did not know what, though. He opened his eyes groggily, and reached instinctively to his bed side table for his glasses. However, they weren't there. I must have put them in a different place last night, he thought, in Irish. He moved the duvet off of him,and got out of the bed.
Firstly, Stíofán noticed that the room was completely plain. This seemed weird, but he wasn't bothered by it. He looked around, and noticed a picture frame on the chest of drawers. He walked over to it, and tried to focus on it, but couldn't. completely, due to his missing glasses. He looked closely at it, and saw that there was two men, one who couldn't be any older than himself. They both had ginger hair and pale skin, but he couldn't think that either were familiar. Then he realised, as he saw his reflection in the plastic of the frame that protected the picture. The shorter one was him, he couldn't believe what had happened. How did I... forget myself!? he asked himself. He dropped the photo as he saw a pocket watch. He looked inside, and saw a picture, of him, with another pale skinned boy, but this time, he couldn't have been much more than 15 or 16. With tears beginning to form at the corner of his eyes, he put the pocked watch pack down. He grabbed the photo, and flung in against the wall. His face was red with anger and he couldn't believe he didn't know anything about himself. He realised that he didn't even know his own name. He saw am Irish flag, and a teddy bear, next to it, which had a shamrock on it. Stíofán could make out a ribbon, but he didn't know what it said. Stíofán walked up to it, and read the name 'Stíofán ó Conaill'. That must be me, he thought. He was about to throw the bear against the wall, but heard gears as a hole appeared in the wall behind him. He walked out, and joined the congregation of people.
My CS;
Name: Thomas Macker
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Weapons: Does high intelligence count as a weapon? Because if not, just a glock.
Appearance:
Thomas is 6 foot 1 inch, with a slightly athletic build, and brown hair, with a short beard. He generally wears a suit, black, with the collar undone, or with a bow tie, but more commonly the former. He wears silver cuff links with the initials TM on them. He always will be wearing a pair of sunglasses, and if he needs to touch other people, will wear black leather gloves.
Personality: Thomas tries his hardest to get what he wants. He will fight for a cause he deems worthy, even if it goes against the norm. Due to his high intelligence, Thomas will often think that he is better than everybody else. This can sometimes get him into fights. Due to his powers, he tries not to let himself get into any romantic relationships, but this can fail.
Bio: Thomas' powers did not develop until he was around 16, growing up in the outskirts of London. Usually seeing it more a curse than a blessing, he began to lose contact with his friends, figuratively, and literally. Firstly, Thomas has high intelligence, which he has had since with a very young age. His first "supernatural" power, is that he sees the thoughts of anyone that he looks into the eyes of. Due to this, he wears sunglasses to stop it. His other power, is that anyone he touches becomes 'mentally linked' with him, until he lets go. This means that he can delve deeper into their minds, however, they have the opportunity to look into his, but they hardly ever do, they usually do not know what is happen, and some don't even realise. When his powers started developing, he began to become more introverted, not wanting to scare people by knowing their thoughts. When he was 21, he had a girlfriend, but fell, and touched her, and learnt about another relationship behind his back. She swore it was a one night stand, but Thomas didn't know if he could trust her or not, and hasn't had a romantic relationship since. At 24, he helped solve a murder case when his sunglasses fell off, and he looked into the eyes of the unknown murderer by accident. He then decided to move to the US, to New Horn City, where he could help people with his powers, and finally find a good use for them.
Name: Thomas Macker
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Weapons: Does high intelligence count as a weapon? Because if not, just a glock.
Appearance:
Thomas is 6 foot 1 inch, with a slightly athletic build, and brown hair, with a short beard. He generally wears a suit, black, with the collar undone, or with a bow tie, but more commonly the former. He wears silver cuff links with the initials TM on them. He always will be wearing a pair of sunglasses, and if he needs to touch other people, will wear black leather gloves.
Personality: Thomas tries his hardest to get what he wants. He will fight for a cause he deems worthy, even if it goes against the norm. Due to his high intelligence, Thomas will often think that he is better than everybody else. This can sometimes get him into fights. Due to his powers, he tries not to let himself get into any romantic relationships, but this can fail.
Bio: Thomas' powers did not develop until he was around 16, growing up in the outskirts of London. Usually seeing it more a curse than a blessing, he began to lose contact with his friends, figuratively, and literally. Firstly, Thomas has high intelligence, which he has had since with a very young age. His first "supernatural" power, is that he sees the thoughts of anyone that he looks into the eyes of. Due to this, he wears sunglasses to stop it. His other power, is that anyone he touches becomes 'mentally linked' with him, until he lets go. This means that he can delve deeper into their minds, however, they have the opportunity to look into his, but they hardly ever do, they usually do not know what is happen, and some don't even realise. When his powers started developing, he began to become more introverted, not wanting to scare people by knowing their thoughts. When he was 21, he had a girlfriend, but fell, and touched her, and learnt about another relationship behind his back. She swore it was a one night stand, but Thomas didn't know if he could trust her or not, and hasn't had a romantic relationship since. At 24, he helped solve a murder case when his sunglasses fell off, and he looked into the eyes of the unknown murderer by accident. He then decided to move to the US, to New Horn City, where he could help people with his powers, and finally find a good use for them.
@nanix Oh don't worry, I can assure you that Stíofán wants plenty of Nanix too, 
I'm gonna post a CS before I go to bed (UK time)!
Seamus
I was passed a book, and told to write down my name and skills, I did as asked, and then passed it onto the next person.
Seamus:
First aid training,
Can drive gearshift and automatic,
Knowledge of some Air Traffic Control procedures,
Small knowledge of flight,
Can be a good doctor, provided given a medical textbook
I was passed a book, and told to write down my name and skills, I did as asked, and then passed it onto the next person.
Seamus:
First aid training,
Can drive gearshift and automatic,
Knowledge of some Air Traffic Control procedures,
Small knowledge of flight,
Can be a good doctor, provided given a medical textbook
Half-listening to the music coming out of my single headphone, half-listening to the man giving the speech, I realised that this man wasn't just speaking nonsense. I wondered whether I could help or not. After all, I was a trained first aider. Surely people could use one of those, in case people became unwell. I thought that I could help these people, and maybe it would make God forgive me for killing those two people.
I slowly, and quietly removed the headphone from my sleeve, and pulled down my hood. I stood up, and said "I'll help, too."
I slowly, and quietly removed the headphone from my sleeve, and pulled down my hood. I stood up, and said "I'll help, too."
Stíofán reluctantly agreed with Kalib, by giving him a nod. Why should I have to risk my life to do their dirty work!? he asked himself If they can trust me to do an omega's work, then they should bloody well make me one!
Stíofán walked outside, and noticed the hunter on the roof. He hoped that if he didn't act too suspicious, then the hunter would think that he was just a human. He walked down, and turned a corner, so that he was out of the hunter's sight. Then, Stíofán went to the building that the hunter was on, and began climbing.
Stíofán walked outside, and noticed the hunter on the roof. He hoped that if he didn't act too suspicious, then the hunter would think that he was just a human. He walked down, and turned a corner, so that he was out of the hunter's sight. Then, Stíofán went to the building that the hunter was on, and began climbing.
I was listening to my music, and saw someone walk into the women's loo. This was weird, as it was a man, not too much older than myself, who went in. I would have followed, but both of my weapons were on the table.
It must be fun to ride horses regularly, I've tried horse riding, and quite like it.
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