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1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

@DeadDrop@ReusableSword
I think whole-wheat bread is really lame

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1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Sage

lmao nah

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

The Guardsmen

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_{"Fuck you Jones, you ain't suspending me!"}

_{Personal Information}

Name: Nick Kostashe
Age: 18.
Grade: 12th.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight.

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_{Superhuman Profile}

Ability Classification: Manipulation

Ability Name: Electrokinesis

Ability Overview: He can absorb electricity from outlets, then discharge it with a ranged orb or by touch. He is immune to electrocution. This is all he knows as he's just discovered his powers.

Limitations: When discharging through ranged attacks Nick will become incredibly weak. His hair will stand up when he is charged up, and when he isn't charged up with electricity he will be weak as it's essentially his energy source. He also does not know his own physical limitations (knowing when to stop) and he is still human in a sense he can die easily like one.

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_{Appearance Information}

Height: 6'0
Weight: 185LBs

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brown

Physical Features:

Nick stands at 6'0 feet even and appears to be around 190 pounds. His face lacks any acne and he appears to be in good health and shape. His average build is evident from his scrawny arms and legs, he has some fuzz on his upper lip. Signaling to others he's a mature man and that he's - freaking hip.
Clothing:

Nick wears a GVHS baseball varsity jacket, he is a jock after all. Under it would be his white wife beater and a pair of jeans fits snug around his waist. It's seen better days, along with the black combat boots that accompany it. Around his neck is the cross of Christ, in gold - with a gold chain. Can't forget the chain. He always has a cig in his mouth or on his ear.

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_{Psychological Information}

Personality Traits:

Reckless| Assertive | Courageous | Faithless | Tasteful

Likes:

Women | Drugs | The US Military

Dislikes:

Blacks | Canadians | Teachers

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_History

Hometown:

Greenville, Illinois

Occupation:

Illinois National Guardsmen

Clubs:

GVHS Baseball Team. Greenville Rifle Club

Backstory:

Born to the rich Kostashe family of Greenville, the wine corporation his father owned - Zach Kostashe who was the CEO and a WW2 Vet put the family on an expensive suburb in Greenville, Illinois. His father served with the Marines in the Pacific against the Japan, just like his fathers had before him in various conflicts spanning back to the revolution that freed America from British rule. His father, after seeing the horrors of war vowed never to take up arms again. This was until he was drafted to Vietnam.

He went to public school, like everyone else - growing up and hearing about the war intrigued Nick. He always wanted to be a soldier and fight for glory and the U.S. When the US went to war with North Vietnam Nick was itching to sign up but his enlistment was held off by orders of his mother, he was to graduate first before joining his father. Most mothers would be against their sons joining the military, but with the draft and the Kostashe military lineage words alone wouldn't stop his son.

This is why when Nick was old enough he planned on joining the Illinois National Guard, however, throughout high school he had behavioral issues. Time after time he'd find himself in Mr. Jones's office, for fighting or being out line with a teacher. Mr. Jones always seemed to be looking out to take Nick down, because Nick would always be been in detention. Maybe the rumors were true, Mr. Jones really did hate the school and his life. Yet, this only fueled Nick's hatred towards the fat old man. When he was 17 he enlisted in the Illinois National Guard as an engineer and did his training over the summer.

When he started the twelfth grade, little did he know Mr. Jones had pulled some strings to get him to fail a few courses, therefore, causing him to fail the grade? Nick was seriously pissed he had to the twelfth over again, especially with Mr. Jones. Despite that, his longtime girlfriend Brenda Voegel broke up with him again - thus leaving the man alone to himself and determined to get out of this small town. One night on base during a MUTA drill, planned and executed by the ruthless SSgt. Meaford, Nick was setting up electrical equipment - he accidentally grabbed a live wire without thinking and electrocuted himself.

For some reason he didn't die, his partner - Specialist Sparrows, he looked at Kostashe as was wondering why he wasn't dead. Kostashe bullshitted himself, despite the fact he was smoking. "Yea, just a tiny zap man." which the gullible Sparrows ate up. "Yea brother be careful with that.". Writing it off as a fluke it would be back at school where he'd find out his powers. When he went to the boy's bathroom and turned the lights on, he sucked the outlet dry. Confused and panicked, Kostashe ditched class that day (gaining a detention from Mr. Jones) and went out to the forest where he ended up experimenting a bit with what he'd gained. Still confused, he went back to school the next day.

Still trying to wrap his head around the whole eletrical shindig.

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_{Relationships}

Mr. Jones - Hated
An absolute prick of a VP, always getting me in trouble - fuck you old man!

Mr. Hines - Neutral
Never see the guy, heard he is fucking every female teacher here. The dog!

Alex Fusco - Best Friend
She's my next door neighbour, has been for years. Fucking weird ass geek. Yea..

Brenda Voegel - Loved?
My on and off girl, we're off right now cus she's a bitch.

Staff Sergeant Meaford - Disliked
My staff sergeant from the guard, hard ass - wants to run a fucking MUTA-5 every month.

Mom and Dad - Loved
My parents, I mean I love them. But sometimes, my dads a huge prick and god do I hate when he steps to me.

Specialist Mike Sparrows - Liked

Buddy I have known since I joined the guard, trustworthy. I hope he wont run his mouth.

Coach Wenzel - Liked

Old geezer, from world war one? Hard on the boys on the team but he makes us win, no matter what.

@DeadDrop

Sage James Breckenridge

_{"Nothing is that important."}

_{Personal Information}

Name: Sage James Breckenridge
Age: 17
Grade: 12th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual

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_{Superhuman Profile}

Ability Classification: Manipulation

Ability Name: Ink Manipulation

Ability Overview:

Enables sage to Manipulate Ink through specific telekinesis, and can do anything he imagines with it.

Limitations:

Sage however is not able to create ink, and can only use ink within the 15 yard radius his powers affect. When in his control, Ink can only act as ink would without his interference, he can't make ink solid unless with external support, nor can he make it gaseous.

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_{Appearance Information}

Height: 5'11
Weight: 145lbs

Eye Color: Hazel.
Hair Color: Platinum, AKA White.

Physical Features:

Sage is 5'11, with hazel eyes that stand in gentle contrast to his ghostly white hair, he is thin, and maintains a clean appearance. On his left arm he has a long, straight scar reaching from his wrist to his inner elbow. His left ear is pierced, as well as his septum, and he wears stainless steel pieces in them both. (See photo for reference)

Clothing:

Sage has a bit of a "California Hippie" flare to his style, although he doesn't embrace the full "flower power" wardrobe, he does borrow some for his regular wear. More often than not, he can be seen wearing his Poncho and Jeans with a simple pair of black (ankle high) shoes.

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_{Psychological Information}

Personality Traits:

Absurdist | Pollyannish | OCD | Absent | Artistic

Likes:

Art | Philosophy | Depressents

Dislikes:

Politics | Psychology | Stimulants

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_History

Hometown:

Greenville, Illinois

Occupation:

Works at the only Record store in the City.

Clubs:

N/A

Backstory:

Sage has lived his entire life in Greenville, and he wouldn't mind dieing there either. It's a small, slow town, but it's peaceful and the people are nice enough. When Sage was 11, he was official diagnosed with a minor form of OCD, because of this, he will often flicker lights 4-9 times before entering a room, depending on how bright the room is, and has to open and close doors 3-7 times, depending on the type of door. Because it's fairly mild, he doesn't require any medication or therapy, and he doesn't particularly mind the quirks. At 14, Sage became particularly interested in philosophy, and during his semi-frequent visits to a local bookstore, he found a copy of The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus, a book that explained to him the philosophy of Absurdism, one he now embraces. Since then, he's made sure to carry a copy in his backpack, taking it with him everywhere.
<Backstory description goes here! Describe as much or as little of your character's past as you'd wish. If you'd rather keep some information held back to be revealed during the course of the story, feel free.>

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_{Relationships}

Rebecca Breckenridge - Mother
Leroy Breckenridge - Father

@hagroden

@Ogobrogo, just so it's easier for you to see them

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Sage Winter

"Goodbye Mrs.Harris, I'll see you soon!" Sage said kindly to his final customer of the evening, seeing her out the door. With a content sigh, Sage turned the sign hanging on his door from "Open" to "Close" and locked it, then watched as the bouquet of pinks and oranges danced and flirted though the skies while the sun set. He stood there for a moment, smiling, before turning around to begin closing down his shop. Before he began his ritual, he walked over to the cashier counter a lifted one of the peppermint candies he kept stocked from the transparent fish bowl there were held in, and untwisted the wrapper, opening it. Lifting the Candy to light, he inspected it like one was looking for a counterfeit before placing it on his welcoming tongue. Then, with the sweet mint in his mouth, he got to work.

The first of his duties for the evening was to return all his flowers to the cold storage, a lane of fully transparent glass shelving units, each with an air condition built in the base, to avoid being seen, they kept the flowers at a cool 1.11 Celsius and maintained a humidity level of 90%. Walking through the store, he collected each type of flower and placed his newest stock far in the back, and the oldest in the front. He had seven cold units, each with three rows available for his flowers, allowing him to neatly organise and store each of his Twenty-One species together. After he had each of his bundles and bouquets stored neatly, he went through the store and wiped down each stand, surface, and counter, making sure they were all pristine. Next, he went into the back office and collected his broom and dustpan, and swept the shop from door to door. Returning to his office, he exchanged the broom and dustpan for a mop and bucket, he went to the private restroom to fill it, and mixed in an exact measurement of lavender scented floor cleaner, and mopped as one normally would.

After the mopping was finished, he took the cleaning supplies back to his office, and began to count out his cash-draw, comparing it with the store's copy of the day's receipts to make sure all the money was in order. As usual, he had the day's sales to the dime. Logging in to his computer, he recorded the day's sales and checked on the incoming shipments and his orders. Everything was as it should be, and he had already taken note of the store's stock, so he knew he didn't need to place any further orders. As he stood to leave, he did a final walk-through of the Store to make sure he hadn't forgotten to take care of anything. He checked the lock on the doors, the temperature of the coolers, as well as their humidity, and set the store's thermostat for a war, twenty-two degrees.

And with that, it was time to leave. Walking back to his office, he logged off his computer and shut off the stores interior and exterior lights. Turning off the lights to his office as well, he turned to collect his keyring before noticing something in the mirror. He felt a pull of familiarity as he saw what looked to be the face and smile of a brunette woman that shared his facial features.

"Mother?" He whispered softly, then shaking his head. Of course, it's only a smudge. he thought to himself, picking up a rag to wipe it away.

As soon as his finger touched the mirror, he felt an immediate change in temperature, and with a gasp, he looked around to find himself in a dark, and beautifully eerie forest. With confusion, he looked back to the mirror to find that he was instead facing a tree, and a rather large one at that. Stepping backwards, he felt the tile he was standing on just a moment before turn to grass, and then to pavement. Looking down onto his feet he saw cobblestone, old and damaged, but evidently well made regardless, moving his vision forward, he found himself on a long path, a path with a fork about 12 meters ahead of him, with two signs.

With a curious smile, he began to walk towards them.

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Sage James Breckenridge

_{"Nothing is that important."}

_{Personal Information}

Name: Sage James Breckenridge
Age: 17
Grade: 12th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual

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_{Superhuman Profile}

Ability Classification: Manipulation

Ability Name: Ink Manipulation

Ability Overview:

Enables sage to Manipulate Ink through specific telekinesis, and can do anything he imagines with it.

Limitations:

Sage however is not able to create ink, and can only use ink within the 15 yard radius his powers affect. When in his control, Ink can only act as ink would without his interference, he can't make ink solid unless with external support, nor can he make it gaseous.

---

_{Appearance Information}

Height: 5'11
Weight: 145lbs

Eye Color: Hazel.
Hair Color: Platinum, AKA White.

Physical Features:

Sage is 5'11, with hazel eyes that stand in gentle contrast to his ghostly white hair, he is thin, and maintains a clean appearance. On his left arm he has a long, straight scar reaching from his wrist to his inner elbow. His left ear is pierced, as well as his septum, and he wears stainless steel pieces in them both. (See photo for reference)

Clothing:

Sage has a bit of a "California Hippie" flare to his style, although he doesn't embrace the full "flower power" wardrobe, he does borrow some for his regular wear. More often than not, he can be seen wearing his Poncho and Jeans with a simple pair of black (ankle high) shoes.

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_{Psychological Information}

Personality Traits:

Absurdist | Pollyannish | OCD | Absent | Artistic

Likes:

Art | Philosophy | Depressents

Dislikes:

Politics | Psychology | Stimulants

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_History

Hometown:

Greenville, Illinois

Occupation:

Works at the only Record store in the City.

Clubs:

N/A

Backstory:

Sage has lived his entire life in Greenville, and he wouldn't mind dieing there either. It's a small, slow town, but it's peaceful and the people are nice enough. When Sage was 11, he was official diagnosed with a minor form of OCD, because of this, he will often flicker lights 4-9 times before entering a room, depending on how bright the room is, and has to open and close doors 3-7 times, depending on the type of door. Because it's fairly mild, he doesn't require any medication or therapy, and he doesn't particularly mind the quirks. At 14, Sage became particularly interested in philosophy, and during his semi-frequent visits to a local bookstore, he found a copy of The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus, a book that explained to him the philosophy of Absurdism, one he now embraces. Since then, he's made sure to carry a copy in his backpack, taking it with him everywhere.

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_{Relationships}

Rebecca Breckenridge - Mother
Leroy Breckenridge - Father

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

You ok there pal?

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

buddy looks op maybe you should have 1 power like everyone else

@DeadDrop

>"like everyone else"
>mfw there's one character sheet uploaded

@hagroden Ah, I see. I'm afraid that would be a bit too much. I'd appreciate it if you could limit the set to either one strong ability or two weaker ones. I apologize for not setting that expectation earlier, but, let's go with more X-Men and less Superman. I'll update the guidelines to reflect this.

@Ogobrogo

No problem my guy, just seeing if it was an option. Give me a bit to find something else