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Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Trigger

London
2:37 A.M.

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Rain battered the streets as a solitary figure made his way along the pavement. Trigger held his overcoat shut tight with one hand, and desperately used a newspaper to try and shield his hair from the downpour with the other. Fucking rain. Why did it always have to be rain. You spend ages getting your hair just right, and then, by some divine providence, the heavens decide to open up and ruin it completely. Anyway, look on the silver lining, it wouldn't be long until he could go home and lie down. He ducked into a greasy spoon diner, taking off his overcoat and hanging it on a coat stand as he escaped the cold night air.

Looking around the place you could see the type of people who usually frequented places like this around this part of town. Taxi drivers, travellers, and of course the obligatory drunk twenty-something passed out in the corner after a long night of not being able to handle his liquor. Unhealthy burger sat in front of him, half eaten and attracting flies.

Trigger sighed, making his way over to the counter and taking a seat on one of the stools. He glanced at his newspaper, now completely ruined, and gently tossed it onto the counter. It was definitely 'one of those days'. The attendant behind the counter approached him, disinterestedly asking what he would be having. A coffee and a full English breakfast would suffice. After all, it's breakfast time somewhere, right?

He sipped on his coffee. Unfortunately for the patrons of this diner, Trigger was there for business rather than pleasure. Not that the place was exactly pleasurable to begin with, but at least the coffee was hot. He muttered some words under his breath and in an instant his consciousness rose from his physical form and hung lazily in the air like cigarette smoke. He was certain of what he'd find, but if Constantine had taught him anything, it was that it was always better to be safe than sorry. His astral form floated through the bar and into the men's toilet. It was a good job he couldn't smell in this form, at least.

In the toilet, a skinny, wiry man wearing glasses was washing his hands, just as the door to one of the toilet stalls slowly opened, and Trigger's target emerged. A minor vampire had sprouted up and had been causing mischief in the past few weeks. It hadn't taken long for the apprentice magician to pick up his trail, especially with John's help. This had turned into a solo mission not long after, another of his wise teacher's tests he often liked to spring on the young Geordie. Trigger had tracked the creature to these toilets; he was an amateur, for sure, using the same modus operandi since he showed up in town, and the press had affectionately named the series of murders "The Greasy Spoon Spree".

He finished the spell and his consciousness returned to him. Drinking one last sip of coffee and straightening his suit jacket as he rose from his chair, he made his way to the toilet. Magical energy swirled around his hands as he braced himself against the door; the energy was an impossible thing to look at directly, like you were looking into another dimension of moving stars and dark colours. Suddenly, he burst through the door, whipping out the energy like a lasso and grabbing the vampire by the neck just as it was about to sink his teeth into the thin man. He reeled him in, placing his foot on the vampire's neck as it struggled beneath him.

"Honestly mate, I know the food isn't great here, but next time maybe try the salad?" Trigger mocked. The vampire snarled beneath him, grabbing his foot and using his unnatural strength to throw Trigger off him and back into the main dining area.

Trigger tumbled to the ground. Note to self: less quips, more incapacitation next time. Before he had time to get his bearings, the vampire had leapt out of the toilet, snarling and aiming for Trigger's throat, its claws slashing at the air as he dove towards him. The magician barely had time to react but quickly created a small shield around his arm just before the creature could go at his throat. His brow furrowed; this was getting to be a lot stickier than he'd initially planned. As the vampire swiped and snarled at him, Trigger managed to get his foot on the creatures hip and in one quick movement grabbed it by the hair, rolled back and kicked it off to the other end of the room. He rolled to his feet, keeping his shield up as he sent eldritch blasts towards his foe as he walked closer. The vampire dodged each of the blasts and leapt at Trigger again, which he expected and narrowly managed to avoid. Ranged attacks weren't working; the creature was too fast. Trigger would need to resort to some up close and personal means of attack. His eyes darted to his right, his coffee and plate of food still lay on the counter. Fuck it. If he was good at two things, it was improvising and fighting dirty.

The vampire spun around to face him, and was met with some scalding hot coffee in his face. As it screamed it tried desperately to wipe the liquid from its eyes. Just as it managed to regain its vision it caught sight of the last thing it expected to see: a full plate of sausage, bacon, eggs, beans, and all that other good stuff that made up Triggers nations favourite breakfast. The full English hit the vampire square in the face, stunning it again, allowing Trigger to slide on his knuckle dusters and send a hard punch to its mouth, knocking out one of its fangs in the process. His magic shield morphed into a lasso once more as Trigger sent a hard hook to the side of the vampires face, spinning it around and giving him the opportunity to tie its hands together in a makeshift pair of magical handcuffs. He sent one last hard punch to the vampires temple, knocking it out and causing it to slump the floor.

Trigger looked around. Unsurprisingly the place had cleared out during the scuffle. More surprisingly, though, was that the drunk twenty-something was still snoring in the corner, albeit now he had slumped over and was using a piece of toast as a pillow. Trigger grinned, maybe tonight wasn't so bad after all. He gazed at the obligatory 'No Smoking' sign that hung on the wall as he removed his pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and lit one. Maybe not the classiest move, but he definitely needed a smoke after that dogfight.

"Didn't you see the sign, pal?" Spoke a voice from the corner, sipping on a cup of tea. A figure Trigger hadn't seen on his survey. He'd have said it was an impossible for him to miss in such a small area, but the past few years had taught him nothing was impossible.

"They should hang a 'No Vampire Attacks' one right next to it, I'm sure it would do just as good a job at stopping that too." He joked, grinning. The figure rose to his feet, and the signature bleach blonde hair and tan raincoat of John Constatine came into view.

"Yeah very funny, Trigger. Good job with the vampire by the way, I didn't realise they were weak to sunlight, garlic, and undercooked rashers of bacon, that is definitely one for the notebook." Trigger groaned at his joke, and moreso the fact that he had seen his improvised 'weapon'.

"Yeah yeah, enough taking the piss. Did I pass your test then, old man?" He replied. Constantine chuckled.

"Yeah you passed alright. But that's not why I'm here I've got big news for you. Ever wanted to visit America?"

"I'd prefer Berlin or Spain, but can't complain about a free holiday. Why are we heading out there?"

"We aren't heading out anywhere. This is a solo mission, Trig. One that might last a while. Robin has put out feelers to recruit a new set of Titans, and I volunteered your skillset and sunny disposition."

Triggers heart dropped a bit when John broke the news to him. His usual confident bravado weakening a bit to let his inner insecurity through. He was still relatively new to this superhero business, and he'd just made a number of mistakes handling one vampire. What use could a team like the Titans have for him?

"The Titans? Why am I joining them? Did I do something wrong here? Look I know using breakfast foods as a weapon isn't the most conventional thing, but it's hardly an excuse to send me halfway across the world, John." He pleaded.

Constantine's expression softened, understanding etched in his features. "Look kid, it's nothing personal. I like you and you're a great help to me here, but I'm worried about you too. It's not like you have many other friends to hang about with and I'm not much company for a young guy like yourself, I thought it would be good for you to meet some other people your age."

"Ouch, thanks John, way to make me feel like a loser. It's kind of hard to have a social life when you're constantly moving about fighting this weeks next big demon. And it's not like I don't have friends back in Newcastle!"

"I know, I know kid. But that's exactly why I thought this would be a good idea. You see those guys back in Newcastle how much? Maybe once or twice a year? What happens when they settle down and have kids? You join the Titans and you'll be used to the best of your abilities and get the chance to socialise outside of sitting in bars all night. Plus, when I was your age I was going at it alone too, it might be good for your magical development." Trigger thought on John's words. He was probably right, as much as Trigger hated to admit it.

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Titan Tower
Jump City

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Trigger woke up slowly and stared at the ceiling. This was a long way away from home that was for sure. The past while had been a blur. Moving to Jump City, joining the Titans, and settling in all happened so quickly. He hadn't realised it until now but he had even gotten used to hearing the American accent more than just when he watched TV. He sighed, thinking about home. If he could even call it that. His home had been wherever the next supernatural threat had been. But at least it was somewhere vaguely familiar. He didn't feel so different back home, but here he could barely go outside without someone commenting on his accent, always reminding him of how different he felt here. He looked around his room. He'd tried to make it feel like home as much as possible, but it was no easy task for him to get settled in one place. A few posters decorated his walls, and a picture of him and Constantinte sat on his windowsill. He hadn't realised how much he'd have missed the old bugger. He'd never properly said it to him, but he had really became something of a father figure to Trigger since they met. It was strange being out in the world on his own. Coincidentally, Trigger's phone buzzed next to him as he had these thoughts. It was John, texting him to check in with how he's been getting settled, and sending a photo of the latest demon he'd done battle with. Trigger would text back later, right now he was craving nicotine.

He crawled out of bed and after a quick shower got dressed. A pair of black jeans, white trainers and a t-shirt would do for now. He slid a packet of cigarettes into his pocket and headed out of his room. Glancing around the hallway and listening out he could see that for once in his life he was the first one up. He hadn't been taking to the time difference too well that was for sure.

He put in a pair of earphones and headed up to the roof. Leaning out over the city he gazed at the giant skyscrapers piercing the horizon. Slipping a cigarette into his mouth he flicked his thumb like a lighter and a small magical flame, flickered its way into existence above it. He held it up to the cigarette and lit it, shaking his hand to get rid of the fire. It was some city that was for sure, like nothing he had ever seen. His eyes traced the massive bridge stretching into the mainland. He wondered what his life would have been like here if he was an average person. What job he might have had and where he might have been at this exact moment. Definitely not smoking off the top of Titan Tower that was for sure. He still hadn't properly explored the city other than the times they'd been on mission. He scratched his nose with his thumb and flicked his finished cigarette off the tower.

Heading back down to the common area, he decided to start on breakfast. He flicked on the TV and the ever more familiar face of Sam Ansel came to life on the screen. Trigger listened half-heartedly to the news as he began to cook. It wasn't long into this task that he heard footsteps approaching and turned over his shoulder to see, Robin entering through the door. He grinned, turning to him and jokingly saluting him.

"Reporting for duty, Captain. What's the battle plan for today?" He joked "Seen any of the rest of the gang this morning? It's not like me to be an earlier riser I won't lie, chief."

Young Heroes

Interested!!

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Trigger

Name:
Colin "Trigger" Bennett
Alias:
Trigger
Appearance:
Trigger stands at 5 foot 11 and has a lean, boxers physique. He takes great pride in his appearance, whether it be what he looks like physically or the clothes he wears. He has naturally curly brown hair, but slicks this back, leaving only the ends curling out. He couples this with a well kept moustache with a small patch of hair just under his bottom lip.

Taking note from his mentor, he doesn't have a superhero costume so much as a few suits tailored to allow him ease of movement in a fight. Trigger traded out the trench coat for one of his many vices though, jewellery. He often wears a necklace or a cuban chain even when on mission. One of his ears is also pierced and he can't remember the last time he took the earring out. He does not, however, wear rings on missions, specifically after a time he punched an opponent while wearing one and promptly broke his own finger.

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human (Demon blood)

Alignment:
Neutral, but closer to Hero than Villain

Mentor:
John Constantine

Skills/Meta Abilities:
Trigger possesses an innate connection to magic owing to his magical lineage. Though he has received training from the seasoned sorcerer John Constantine, Trigger remains relatively inexperienced in wielding magic. Unlike most practitioners, Trigger's demonic heritage exempts him from bearing the burdensome physical toll typically associated with wielding dark magic. His unique lineage grants him the ability to perceive magical auras and behold supernatural entities invisible to ordinary eyes, such as ghosts. His training primarily focused on spells demanding meticulous preparation, such as Astral Projection, Divination, Sigil Magic, Exorcisms, Minor Illusions and Minor Summoning. He is also adept in telepathy and telekinesis.

In combat, Trigger's paramount skill lies in his capability to unleash formidable eldritch blasts composed of pure magical energy from his palms effortlessly. Furthermore, he can mold these blasts into a whip, providing versatility beyond mere ranged attacks. Defensively, he can swiftly conjure protective barriers with a simple swipe of his hands. However, his proficiency has yet to reach the level where he can erect a spherical barrier around himself without resorting to ritualistic methods.

Additionally, Trigger exhibits a modest proficiency in pyrokinesis. While he can amplify the size of flames to a certain extent and manipulate their trajectory, his current abilities confine him to conjuring only diminutive flames akin to those produced by a standard lighter.

Weaknesses:
Despite his magical prowess, Trigger is at the end of the day only slightly less vulnerable than the average human. His demonic heritage grants him a slight boost in endurance, but not so much that he could stand toe to toe with a super strong villain in a hand to hand fight and hope to not be at best sent the hospital for a few days or at worst killed.

Along with this, while his demonic heritage grants him some major advantages, it is also a double-edged sword. The inherent darkness within him constantly threatens to overpower his will, tempting him with the allure of forbidden magics or even demonic possession. This internal struggle not only undermines his focus but also leaves him vulnerable to manipulation by malevolent forces seeking to exploit his vulnerabilities.

In terms of his skillset, his most formidable skills come from his youth as an amateur, almost professional boxer and years as a gang enforcer. His skill with his hands and his footwork exceeds that of the average fighter. This, combined with the brutal methods used by his former gang make him a formidable foe up close. He has a penchant for brass knuckles and has fought dirty more times than he cares to admit.

Outside of combat he has a keen interest in mixology, and can make an array of cocktails from memory. He's also not a half bad chef when he makes his signature dishes.

Personality:
Trigger is best described as a cocky person. He comes accross as overtly confident in every facet of himself, from his abilities as a spellcaster to how good his hair looks. It almost borders on arrogance at times. Quick-witted and sharp-tongued, Trigger navigates life with a perpetual smirk, always ready with a clever quip or witty retort to lighten the mood—even in the face of danger. He has a resilient spirit that refuses to be crushed by adveristy, and at times refuse to bow to authority. He has a deep reservoir of courage within him and is able so stand tall in the face of any foe. He also has a great deal of compassion within him, and though his methods may not always line up directly with what a "hero" is, he truly believes that he does more good than bad at the end of the day.

Beneath his charismatic exterior lies a complex inner world shaped by insecurity and uncertainty though. He is still very new to the superhero life, and it is not one he ever thought that he would be apart of, in fact quite the opposite. Caught between the desire to prove himself and the fear of failure, Trigger often finds solace in sarcasm and humor, using them as coping mechanisms to navigate the unfamiliar terrain of his new life. However, his penchant for taking the piss out of his friends can sometimes backfire, people who aren't used to him or the fact he's poking fun at them because he likes them might take offence to the things he says. He is also fiercely stubborn, wanting to prove himself to other supers in any way he can. This can sometimes manifest in wanting to handle things himself or refusing to accept help when he might need it. Yet, despite his abrasive tendencies, there remains a glimmer of warmth and compassion beneath the surface—a willingness to stand by his friends when the chips are down, even if his methods may seem unconventional.

Likes:
Almost any type of alcohol, Lambert and Butler cigarettes, Boxing, Attractive Women, Karaoke, Any night involving all of these

Dislikes:
"Fun Sponges", Authority, Snails

Backstory:
Colin "Trigger" Bennett was born and raised in Newcastle, England. He never knew his father and was raised by a single mother struggling to make ends meet. As a child he had a lot of behavioural issues and struggled with a lack of direction in life. Thankfully, a sense of order and a second family was granted to him in the form of a local boxing gym. The coach has noticed Colin getting into trouble in the area and after meeting with his mother decided to take him on for free. Despite the hardships of his upbringing and less than ideal living conditions, Colin possessed a natural athleticism and a fierce determination to succeed - a drive that led him to pursue boxing as a career as a means of escaping the cycle of poverty and to give himself and his mother a better life.

From a young age he showed great promise in the ring. Earning the moniker 'Trigger' for his ability to 'pull the trigger' in a match and knock his opponent down. His lightning fast reflexes and tenacity earned him a reputation as a rising star in the British amateur boxing scene and he was aiming to turn pro after he turned 18. However, his dreams of glory were cut short when tragedy struck not long after his birthday. A devestating fire during a match at his gym led to the destruction of the entire gym and left Trigger an orphan, with no solace and no source of income. Faced with mounting debts and grieving too much to get back into boxing, Trigger had to make the difficult decision to join a gang of loan sharks and drug pushers as an enforcer. It was a decision born out of desperation—a path he never imagined himself taking, but one that seemed inevitable in the face of overwhelming adversity.

For years, Trigger toiled in the shadows, his days consumed by violence and his nights haunted by the ghosts of his past. He did things he never thought he would, and regretted the life he could have had. Yet, beneath the tough exterior he presented to the world, a spark of something more lay dormant—a latent power waiting to be unleashed.

He was providing backup for a drug trade, when the rival gang decided to pull a bait and switch and murder Trigger and his accomplices to take the drugs and money for themselves. It resulted in a bloodbath, they well and truly got the jump on them and Trigger was the last one left alive. Faced with death and no escape, something broke within Trigger and his senseswere suddenly assaulted by a surge of raw, primal energy—a dark and potent force that seemed to seethe and writhe within him, begging to be unleashed. It was as if a dormant power, long dormant and forgotten, had suddenly awakened within his very core, responding to the violence and turmoil that surrounded him.

With a sense of awe and disbelief, Trigger watched as tendrils of shadowy energy coalesced around him, twisting and writhing like living creatures in the night. His muscles tensed, his heart pounded in his chest, and a strange, exhilarating rush swept through him, suffusing his being with a sense of power and purpose he had never known before.

He didn't know what had happened, or how he had survived. But the feeling of this power was intoxicating. He leant into it, allowing it to consume him. Over time less of him began to control himself, and his demon blood took over. He beceme more demon than man and ended up waging war on his own gang overcome by blood lust. It wasn't long before Constantine caught wind of the sudden increase in demonic killings and tracked him down.

Constantine easily subdued Trigger, and after exorcising him he discovered the truth. Knowing he couldn't allow Trigger to roam free for fear of this happening again he had two options: kill him, or train him. In a surprising turn of events, Constantine took him on as his apprentice, and the two formed a close father-son relationship over the years as time went on.

It's been a few years since then and Trigger hasn't done much at all outside of accompanying Constantine and doing all he can to learn about his magic abilities and how to hone and control them. It's been a slow process, but he's definitely getting there. Constantine however was more than a bit worried about Trigger's social life. The last thing he wanted was him to grow up to be an antisocial weirdo like himself. He put some feelers out into the superhero community and discovered that the Teen Titans were looking for new members. He pulled some strings and managed to get Trigger on the team, albeit against his will initially.

I want to make an older woman call me "Daddyyy"

Freud would have a field day with this

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

<Snipped quote by Half Pint>

We are getting there slowly. My work schedule is indeed not normal, but I am looking forward to seeing this get off the ground.

@Master Crim

No worries, I've sent you my application :)

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

I'd be interested in making a CS for this if it's still starting?

Imbroglio: a Wedding RP Interest Check

Interested!

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Just finished my app! Just as a heads up I'm going to be in Prague from tomorrow until this Sunday so I'll have limited access to the internet. I'll keep checking my phone though and will reply when I can!

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Done!

Rafael

R A F A E L P R A D O II
R A F A E L P R A D O II

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▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ Rafael Prado II _________________________________________________________ December29,1998 | 24 | Hispanic _________________________________________________________ Single | Male | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Alicante | Valencian Community | Spain ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B U I L D || Muscular ◼ 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 || 6'-0" ◼ W E I G H T || 185 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Tan - ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Rafael's main motivation is to make his grandfather proud. He was the one who got him just about every opportunity he's ever had and he wants to repay him back for this somehow. On top of this, he feels a need to "prove himself" to the world. He's felt like a nobody all his life and he wants to show that someone who comes from nothing like him can make a difference even if it's a small one. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Rafael's main goal is to do well at school and earn a degree as simple as that sounds. It's not something he'd ever thought he'd be able to do and he wants to try his best to do it. The opportunity to potentially join H.I.T. is just the cherry on the cake. He understands that he'll never be able to use his skills the way he wants, so the prospect of using them as an agent to help others sounds like a dream he never knew he had. He's fed up with the way he and his fellow Hyperhumans have been treated, and he wants to be a good representation to hopefully change people's perspective. A more personal goal of his throughout pretty much his whole life is to find a group that he 'belongs' in. He's never really had close friends who weren't hooligans and the death of his parents has always left him feeling like he's been missing something. He wants people he can trust and open up to. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Rafael speaks fluent English and Spanish His nickname as an MMA fighter was "El Guapo" - _________________________________________________________

▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Rafael's life has always been one of making the best out of what he had. His mother unfortunately died in childbirth and his father with little support from those around him did the best to provide for Rafael on an electrician's salary and bring him up as best he could while also working a full time job. As a result, Rafael spent a lot of time at his grandfather's house, and even more time making trouble with his friends on the street. To say he was a "well-behaved child" would be a lie. He struggled to focus in school and was caught bunking off more than once. This pattern of behaviour carried on into his teens, when unfortunately his father was struck by a bus while crossing the road and died shortly after. Rafael moved in with his only real family, his grandfather, and his behaviour only got worse. He'd often lash out in school, getting in fights and causing even more trouble than before. His grandfather, not someone to be a soft-touch when it came to bad behaviour, decided to formulate a plan. He saw a lot of himself in the young Rafael and did for him what his own father had done for him at that age - he enrolled him in a boxing gym. At first Rafael was apprehensive, but after weeks of being forced to go he began to find it as a great outlet for channelling his anger. Boxing, however was only a passing interest for Rafael, and he later evolved his skillset by joining an MMA gym much further away from his home. He would travel 1 hour there and back to his gym every day just for the opportunity to train. His grandfather had given him a purpose in life and it had changed his entire outlook on the world. Of course, this led to a fledgling amateur series of fights by the time he was in his late teens. He didn't have the grades to waste time applying to university and didn't want to resign himself to a life of regular work, so this was his hail Mary chance to make something of himself and pay his grandfather back for everything he had done for him. Everything was going well until his last ever official MMA match. He was losing, and losing quite badly. There were no tricks, no cheats, no advantages involved - the guy was just better than him. Bloodied and bruised, he went into the final round feeling something had changed within him, and something had. His first punch broke his opponents collarbone and sent him flying backwards into the cage wall. This was luckily seen as a freak chance shot, but Rafael knew something was different. Following much experimenting he confirmed his suspicions, he was far too strong for this to be natural, he was a Hyperhuman. He went to the only person he knew he could trust, and his grandfather surprisingly took it extremely well. He later explained that Rafael's grandmother was in fact a Hyperhuman, and he himself was surprised when their son wasn't. This however, put Rafael's life plan in jeopardy. He couldn't keep competing knowing he had such an inherent advantage, and it was far too risky to fight in public knowing that one stray punch could reveal him as Hyperhuman. Instead, he picked up a trade, being an electrician like his father was, and resigned himself to a life of keeping his head down and not making waves. Suffice to say he was depressed with this sudden change in his life goals. That is until a few years later, when his grandfather had gone to the effort of seeking out the PRCU and getting in contact on behalf of his grandson. Rafael was surprised, and it took a lot of convincing to get him to agree. In truth, a large part why he felt sheepish to go was because he didn't feel smart enough to get into any university, let alone the only one for Hyperhumans! He eventually agreed though, and spent the next year brushing up on his English before making the move to Canada. ▅ 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 ||S U P E R S T R E N G T H __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION ||Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION ||Somatic Rafael has the ability of super strength. His muscles repair and enhance themselves far quicker than they damage themselves and as a result enable him to display superhuman feats like lifting and tossing a car at his current max exertion. He primarily uses this strength in tandem with his striking skills though, leading to a deadly combination of being able to hit accurately, powerfully, and with correct technique being paired with having the strength to smash through brick. His strength extended to all parts of his body, but are most prevalent in the parts he's used most in fighting, so his arms, legs, head, and shoulders. L I M I T A T I O N S || At his current level Rafael can only lift up to a car in weight and it takes more than a few hits to break through walls or metals. A lot of stronger materials he'd only be able to dent or bend with great exertion. He also does not have an infinite pool of energy and while feats of strength are considerably easier for him, this doesn't mean they take less effort in relation to his peak strength. W E A K N E S S E S || Rafael doesn't have any defensive capabilities as a result of his power and is as vulnerable to anything as a normal human would be if not wearing protective clothing. His main weakness in relation to his power is overexertion which can occur when pushing his strength passed it's limits. This results in exhaustion or even injury if pushed too far. Currently the worst injury he's received as a result of this was a broken arm, but the limits for injury are boundless and very much related to the action being performed at the time of injury. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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Rafael's eyes glanced around the room as the interviewer began her series of questions. He'd never been for a proper interview before and he was sure there must have been some etiquette he was missing here. Did he answer truthfully and potentially ruin his chances with his less than polite approach to most things? Or did he lie and possibly get caught in the lie?

"Mr. Prado?" The interviewer's voice woke Rafael up like an alarm. He jolted up straight in his seat for a moment before settling and scratching his beard.
"Oh, um, what would wake me up in the night?" He took a moment to think again rubbing the side of his face with his palm. Touching his face had evolved from a nervous tick into something he did when put on the spot. "Well back in Alicante we used to live near the port right? So around the middle of every month-"

Rafael often spoke with his hands, he was holding his right hand out flat and twisting it up and down slightly as if to signal he wasn't quite sure of the exact date. "- this big tanker shipment would come in from overseas right? And I'm telling you these guys had no regard for a guy getting a good nights sleep! Every month it was the same, they would blow that damn horn anytime they pleased!" He made a pulling down motion with his hand, miming a ship captain pulling the horn as he made the noise with his mouth. "It was so annoying! You'd think they'd change their schedule or someth-"

Rafael noticed himself rambling, being truthful was one thing, but he was sure this interviewer had no interest in the shipping schedule of Spanish ports. He gathered himself quickly, cutting off that line of conversation before succinctly ending with "Sorry, so either the ship or my alarm if I was working the night shift." He smiled, seemingly happy with his answer.
_{A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?}

This question caught Rafael slightly off guard. He sat up, straightening his trousers and bringing a knuckle to his mouth in thought. After a few seconds he looked up at the woman sat opposite.
"I'm sorry, but what does dishevelled mean? I am not so sure." Rafael didn't feel insecure asking for English clarifications. His confidence in speaking a second language was quite high, it's just every now and then he needed a hand. If anyone had a problem with it that was on them anyway. the interviewer gazed up for a second, tapping her pain on the table before answering.
"Like untidy...or messy?"
"Oh!" He replied, a smile returning to his face once more. "Well as much as a guy like me can't relate to being 'dishevelled' I'm not sure why that should affect the help I give the fella or not?" His cocky demeanour refused to allow him not to joke about his own appearance. He adjusted himself in his chair, putting an elbow on the desk in front and leaning forward. "I've met a million better men wearing clothes they found on the street than I ever have guys in expensive suits with nice watches. My answer is that I'd help the man definitely!"

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For once in the line of questioning, Rafael didn't need time to think. He let out a small laugh before answering.
"Look, I really wanna get into this school. But if there's one thing I ain't it's a liar. I'm gonna tell you the truth here and I know the right answer is the opposite. You probably want to hear me say that I'd follow instructions, go to my dorm and sit with my fingers in my ears." His smile turned into a smirk, his confidence was his greatest ally and worst enemy. "But I'm going to be honest with you, there ain't a man alive who's put me on my ass yet and I don't believe there's one who could. If someone's gonna come here and cause trouble, stop me from learning how to be a functional member of society?" He pressed his hand to his chest in fake shock, his answer was the truth but it didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with it. "Then I'm afraid I'm going to have to teach them a lesson they won't soon forget." The conversation hung in the air for a beat before Rafael spotted another opportunity to tease the interviewer. "And what better place to learn a lesson than Pacific Royal? Why I think I'd be offered a job after the class I'd teach!"

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Rafael is 6 foot tall and has a well built physique, with broad shoulders and a body built less for appearance and more for use in the cage. He takes pride in his appearance in all aspects, not to say he's vain, just that he likes looking good. His hair is dark black and it's only very irregularly that he lets his hair grow out. He also sports a full beard, which he on occasion shaves into a moustache when he's feeling daring - or just when he wants to shock his friends by showing up with one and not saying anything beforehand.

Rafael's style could be described as skater mixed with sporty. He likes brands like Obey and BAAPE among others and often styles a good pair of trousers with a football top or something similar. A staple outfit of his is a baggy t-shirt, cargo trousers and a necklace.

He dislikes any uniform really due to never having had to wear one before. He tries to skirt around the school uniform as much as possible, often carrying the blazer rather than wearing it and rolling up the sleeves of the shirt.

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Confidence and cockiness often overlap when it comes to Rafael's personality. He does everything with 100% assuredness or at least pretends to and definitely lets you know about it. This has benefits and drawbacks though, it definitely makes him much more brave than he used to be, but maybe to the point of stupidity at times. He has that innate belief a lot of young people do that he is almost invincible, and hasn't had a near brush with death or major injury to bring him back to reality. This makes him prone to doing stupid things in an effort to impress those around him or just make them laugh.

Rafael takes a lot of his personality from his grandfather, almost imitating him in some aspects. One major part of both their personality is their humour. Rafael is someone who likes to laugh and make those around him laugh. He's always got a horrible dad joke up his sleeve, and enjoys playfully teasing his friends and bantering back and forth.

He often takes a 'big brother' approach to a lot of his relationships, especially with those considerably younger than him. Since training from a young age he'd often have taken on responsibility for helping newer people or younger bullied kids who showed up to learn to fight, and this attitude has extended into many other portions of his life. Despite maybe not giving the best advice, he's always there to try and give it whenever he thinks it's needed, and is fiercely protective of those around him. This plays into one of the less attractive aspects of his personality - his brashness and anger.

When you get Rafael angry it can often be hard to calm him down despite his usual sunny demeanour. It also makes him prone to making even more rash decisions in the heat of the moment, putting himself in danger either to protect someone or just to get revenge for a perceived slight.

He's definitely someone who is easy to befriend, but hard to fully get to know. He'll chat to you about anything, but often avoids certain personal questions or gives vague non-answers. He barely ever speaks about his parents, and has a hard time revealing weakness.

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_{S K I L L ||MMA}

Rafael was an amateur MMA fighter in a previous life and still keeps up his training to this day. His style was well rounded, but he focused much more on striking and had a fluid Muay Thai style incorporating technical kicks and elbows. Furthermore, he has a good knowledge of wrestling and is a purple belt in BJJ.

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Rafael is perfectly capable of telling good jokes, he just often chooses not to. He has a seemingly endless supply of awful dad jokes and puns stored in his head, and takes much more pleasure in a groan of anguish than a laugh at his jokes.

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P R A D O, R A F A E L I || G R A N D F A T H E R P R A D O, R A F A E L I || G R A N D F A T H E R _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Rafael's grandfather and of course, his namesake. "Rafa" as he's affectionately known, grew up in a very different world, and made his way as a boxing prize fighter and later a plumber after he contracted Parkinson's and had to stop fighting. His wife was Hyperhuman and as a result he has a great deal of sympathy for Hyperhuman's and does anything he can to help those around him. His grandson is like a son to him, he would do anything for him without even so much as a 'thank you' being needed in return. He currently resides in Alacante.▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Just writing a draft CS now! Just to clarify, is "Student Synopsis" our bio?