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Commencement: A Pacific Royal Collegiate & University RP

B A N J O
B A N J O

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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 _________________________________________________________ Andrew(?) "Banjo" Olyphant (Almost certainly not...) _________________________________________________________ April18th | 22 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ In A Relationship With Calliope | Male | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ As yet unrevealed | As yet unrevealed | Australia _________________________________________________________ Strigidae | 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 || Light brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 6'0" ◼ W E I G H T || 170 lbs ◼ S C A R S || Nil ◼ T A T T O O S || Nil ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Nil ◼ O T H E R || Dishevelled ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ 2 0 2 7 P E E R R E V I E W - A P P R O V E D B Y T H E R O N D E M E T R I O S 2 0 2 7 P E E R R E V I E W - A P P R O V E D B Y T H E R O N D E M E T R I O S ________________________________________________________________________________________ Banjo has proven to be a frustrating House member. Despite quite frequently showing remarkable aptitude when his heart and mind are actually in the task at hand, or if he feels he has a point to prove, too frequently he displays little to no effort and is willing to try to coast by on the bare minimum. He has shown to be needed to be pushed in virtually every endeavour, he’s overly critical of everyone involved and present, and even the activity itself. Then upon completion will often either brag about his success or diminish the exercise as not having been worthwhile in the first place. Or often both. Which makes his successes even more frustrating. If Banjo knows the names of more than a dozen of his fellow Housemates, he has not yet displayed this knowledge. Despite having been here four years. Confusingly, he is not unwilling to clean or participate in rudimentary day to day maintenance or repair, or lending assistance in basic day to day things for his fellow Housemates or even members of neighbouring House Ursus. Yet, for some reason has virtually no House spirit, competitive drive or value in the notion of House points whatsoever. Drawing attention to this generally results in dismissive laughter at best, a barrage of ridicule at worst. I am unsure how much hope House Strigidae can be expected to have for him to prove himself a quality upstanding member of its number, let alone hopes for demonstrating any leadership ability in his senior year. Written by 2027’s Captain of House Strigidae

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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Banjo was stuffed in an orphanage/care facility from before he could remember until he reached school age. He was then retrieved from this care facility at school age and relocated to a boarding school, by an intermediary he calls "The Butler" due to the man's dress and being provided with no other name. He was then moved around to different boarding schools within Australia - sometimes extremely lengthy trips across state lines - at various times, sometimes for questionable behaviour, and sometimes for seemingly no reason at all over the next ten years. Over these years he feels he doesn't have a set 'home', or a place which is his. He formed a friendship with a young boy named Mamili Motlop, at a school in Darwin, despite only knowing him for about two and a half semesters, and came to take on many of the Aboriginal views towards custodianship of country. He didn't own anywhere, this whole land felt like he belonged to it. On April 18th he was relocated one final time. A footlocker containing all of his worldly belongings was his luggage for an International flight to Vancouver, before the long drive up the Western Canadian coastline to Dundas Island, where he would receive more permanent schooling. The school his parents - whoever they were - had planned for years for him to attend. In his first year here, Banjo was seriously hospitalised after an altercation with the Hyperhuman terrorist, Hyperion, after speaking up and making a target of himself in front of the students in attendance. This briefly made him something of a school hero, despite his own thoughts and opinions on his actions, but the ensuing violence did little to break his resolve or outspoken personality. Much to the chagrin of the faculty. Now in his final year at P.R.C.U, is there anything else this place could teach him, and would he show any willingness to learn? 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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ When not using his hyperhuman powers he is a dishevelled looking lean, but average looking teenage caucasian male with sun-bleached, light brown hair and blue eyes. He wears his proper school uniform to the letter of the regulations, but in a rough, untidy state. He's also taken to adorning the uniform's dress peak cap in combination with the regular uniform before school hours and as soon as the clock ticks 1601 - because he's found it irritates certain members of the faculty. When using his power he appears as jet black, due to not reflecting any light as he is absorbing it at the time. He is surrounded by an aurora corona - the effect of surrounding light bending around his person to be absorbed. 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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorely lacking stable consistent parental figures and because he was bounced around so much to different boarding schools irrespective of his behaviour, he's prone to misbehaving and pressing boundaries. He has a strong antiauthoritarian streak and enjoys little more than talking his way out of trouble - as such he's found comfort in law and is presently considering the legal profession in his higher education. Not opposed to provoking people just for provocation's sake. Will get himself into trouble purely because he enjoys seeing if he can extricate himself from it. Banjo gets bored easily and is a prankster, and yet might possibly the last human being you would want to ever get into a prank war (or have believe, he is in a prank war...) with. There are people in this world who have a clear understanding of social grace, and where the lines of public decorum lay... it is yet to be seen if Banjo actually has any understanding or recognition of any such lines. This coupled with an incredible creativity, when he puts his mind to something, as well as remarkable resourcefulness and determination when he puts a plan in place have seen him expelled from many, many, MANY schools. Banjo can be practically self-destructive in nature when it comes to defending or protecting others from what he sees as authoritative abuse of power. If he can't see any alternative way to "get people out", he will draw the ire and take the abuse himself, almost without thought. People who have viewed this in action have seen it as a form of heroism (facing up to Hyperion), he views it as just another way he's broken from his upbringing. Despite being outspoken there's a number of things he does and enjoys, which he doesn't talk about because of how he'll be viewed. Chalk it up to dumb machismo. Similarly, he's loathe to open up with most (Calliope being the solitary exception) about the worst aspects of his life, in part because of this dumb machismo, but also because he doesn't want to burden people with his problems, and due to his memories being tampered with doesn't exactly KNOW the full extent of his own past, as well as... again... dumb machismo. Due to his powerset he has no scars from anything he's endured over the years, and combined with his personality, its very easy for people on the outside-looking-in to think he's never gone through anything. Views pretty much anyone who would get into the teaching profession as having issues with power-hunger. Not limited to teaching, he views any and all who are in or would move into law enforcement much the same. Can be abrasive. Will be abrasive. By anyone's definition IS abrasive. But that's all part of the charm...

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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 || P H O T O - T H E R M O K I N E T I C E N E R G Y M E T A B O L I Z A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Fundamental __POWER SCALE || 05 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Δ Banjo's HZE conversion allows him to draw upon ambient heat/energy/light in a way that enhances his musculature and creates and strengthens neural pathways, also creating a greater capacity for intelligence. The nature of his powers also means he has acute thermoception (can determine local temperature to a tenth of a degree) and tolerance to extreme heat and cold. When he uses his power, he turns completely black as ambient light is being absorbed and there is no reflected light, and appears to be surrounded by an aurora corona due to the effect of bending light around into himself. When using his power, local temperature and light will drop as he draws upon it, in proportion to how much energy he is drawing. L I M I T A T I O N S || His biggest limitation has been himself. Due to the intelligence gained from early use of his powers, he now sees great potential for things to go wrong in using or abusing those powers - to the extent where he believes he even has the capacity to cause the complete heat death of the planet, solar system and universe beyond. He is, of course, not anywhere near capable of this at this point. He merely fears his potential. Whilst his powers create new neural pathways, and clear and strengthen existing neural pathways, they do not bestow upon him any NEW knowledge or intelligence. They merely grant him the capacity for increased intelligence (and perhaps grant focus/allow him to think more clearly). Likewise, the way his powers affect his musculature are exponential working off his initial baseline strength... so in other words, he would not have to use his powers to absorb as much energy in order to lift a large object if he were well trained and fit, as he would if lazy and ignoring any kind of training regiment. He won't use his powers in close contact of others, and is even extremely loathe to use them indoors in general. W E A K N E S S E S || As well as his own fear of his powers he's been having recurring nightmares where he finds himself encased in a small, confined, vacuum-sealed space - acute claustrophoblia. At this point his power taps out at barely above a peak-level human (think Super Soldier Serum enhanced human ala Captain America) in terms of strength, speed, agility, stamina. He's potentially capable of exponentially more though, but again his unwillingness to take that plunge, and see the true depths of his capabilities, stands in his way. Use of his powers whilst in direct contact with another COULD potentially cause devastating harm and/or death, since he draws heat and light. This is not a baseless fear he has. So far he has never hurt anyone in this way, though. He's just terrified of it happening. Whilst intelligent and quick-witted, he's fairly young and in many ways still naive. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ We're finally at that point where we address all of those questions of his origin! What exactly IS his real name? Who is the Butler? Who tampered with his memories? Why have they been running all of these years? Why the claustrophobia, and the nagging fears he sometimes gets? There ARE actual answers to these questions... and we're gonna get to 'em! U P C O M I N G S T O R Y A R C S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Red Right Hand || Description Pending (No spoilers!)

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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ L O C K P I C K I N G || Banjo is capable of picking simple locks. Don't ask. It's a boarding school skill. ...which isn't uncommon for people who have spent as many hours in detention as he has. ◼ R I D I N G || This is not a skill he advertises, but he is a highly competent hill and trail horseback rider, having frequented many Agricultural and Rural Boarding schools back in Australia. He's also handy at the tasks that came with it, whether it be establishing a campsite, fixing fences, baling, even having some experience in livestock management. He spent one summer shearing in Rawlinna Station, East of Kalgoorlie, for the MacLachlans. T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ S I L V E R T O N G U E || Banjo is adept at talking his way out of trouble, or producing mitigating circumstances as well as finding technical loopholes that allow his behaviour or at least cast it in the "grey" area. He'd been called a #*$&% for a long time. Little did he know he's ACTUALLY been a naturally talented lawyer for years. 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ D R E S S P E A K C A P || Banjo has taken to wearing his dress peak cap outside of regulation hours when he can't technically be told off for it, because he's found that doing so grates on certain faculty members. When not dressed in his uniform, he tends to wear his own clothes, which are almost entirely op shop specials, including an impressive range of Australian band t-shirts. I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Z I P P O L I G H T E R || Banjo carries a scratched up chrome zippo lighter and at most times a pack of smokes (Winfield Blue). He tends to only smoke when alone and working at something requiring his concentration. He'll invariably "juice" after smoking, masking the fact he ever did it from his breath and system. T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ L O C K P I C K S || Banjo carries a small set of lock picks in a foldable travel grooming kit in his back pocket. 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Banjo suffers from claustrophobia, and has nightmares of being trapped in a confined space, with creeping darkness engulfing him. Due to his memories being tampered with, he's unsure of why, and his struggles with it frustrate and anger him. Unable to comprehend it, he views it as a confounding weakness in himself. ◼ After five years he still struggles to sleep in the large beds provided by P.R.C.U, having spent his life sleeping in small single beds, cots, swags and with his own warmth. He surrounds himself in a "nest" of his own clothes to try and counter it, but between the bed and the intermittent nightmares he seldom sleeps well. ◼ Banjo has a tendency to get 'conscripted' into numerous intermural sports, particularly rugby, lacrosse and hyperball, as punishment due to poor behaviour and expected restitution for loss of house points. ◼ Banjo participates in Debate and Model U.N. of his own volition. Few people have realised he actually does the latter though, and he doesn't exactly advertise this. - 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Welcome Home #1.003: I've Been Through The Desert On A Horse... Which Shall Remain Nameless ◼ Welcome Home #1.012: Greetings and Shit-you-takings -

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"Well, shit...

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...get y'self a better bloody mentor, I s'pose. F'r a start..."

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"Aspirations..? Have you met me?

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Y'r serious..?"

*Subject Sighs*

"Alright, when I got here I figured I'd be in-and-out and off some bloody new place within two months.

We're comin' up to four years now. I'm still here. What, are we lookin' for like tangible bloody things, or-- Oh, I know! I wanted to get through school and get me BAR card. That's lookin' like that'll happen. Grades are no sweat there, and I'm all set for the BAR exam. Could prob'ly crush it tomorrow, truthbetold. Now me other grades... well, let's keep it PG, eh?

So I guess there's that. You're probably lookin' at a future lawyer."

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"When I told that terrorist Hyperion to go fuck himself..?

...Yeah.

...I'd probably give him the finger as I did it, if I had to do it over.

...no, wait! Double birds!"

*Subject flips off interviewer with both hands*

"That and the time I tried cafeteria sushi when Rory and Trevor were on chef duty, aside... no regrets.

Well, let me put it this way, have you ever thought of the possibilty of a raw prawn taking up the same blended space with poorly cooked - I'm not entirely sure it WAS cooked - chicken, wrapped in uncooked rice and seaweed, with a bit of avo mixed in? Yeah, uncooked rice. Bone dry, hard and crunchy. They tried to bind it with some kind of sriracha. Can you imagine that?

No..?

Well, every day I live in envy of you then.

If I couldn't go the instant sunbath cleanse, I suspect they'd have dropped me via salmonella."

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" T H E B U T L E R " / " H A R O L D H O L T " || A S S O C I A T E " T H E B U T L E R " / " H A R O L D H O L T " || A S S O C I A T E _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The one throughline in Banjo's life. He's the man who has transported him through all of the schools Banjo has ever attended. He's become more laconic and careful with what he says, after it became obvious Banjo had been trying to squeeze information out of him. He seems to be Banjo's "Handler" and seems to equal parts respect his ability to find and remove himself from trouble, and find it incredibly frustrating due to the nature of his role. Banjo has no means of contacting him. He seems to just keep tabs on developments regarding Banjo and appears when something comes up. Usually - let's face it - to reprimand him. ▅

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A L E X Z I M M E R M A N || R O O M M A T E A L E X Z I M M E R M A N || R O O M M A T E _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Banjo's roommate, along with another called 'Big Steve' (who's name is not even 'Steve' but stuck as a nickname from a mistaken identity in his first week) and an as yet unnamed third person. Alex was a late transferral to H.E.A.T Program after Hyperion's Attack. Doesn't like bullies, and has started to grow into himself after a life of being "small for his age" (very late bloomer, grew 2 inches and added fifteen pounds in the last year). Always viewed himself as 'Just little Alex' but started to think maybe, just maybe, he could be something more. Some lofty dreams, huge comics fan. His favourite hero is Superman, but has an in-depth knowledge of comics across the board. May perhaps use comics too frequently in analogies and examples. Well read in general. All he really had in Onanole to keep him preoccupied was a book store called 'Poor Michael's Emporium'. ▅

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☮☮ Barnes, Haven ☮☮ "Haven's great. End of. It takes a good sort for me to have access to their place, so's the balcony door gets left open for them for a late night, and me to not pull something great off with it. Maybe I just haven't thought of anything good yet." ♫♫ Kruger, Katja ♫♫ "Katie the Hypie Jaapie... Holds her friends incredibly close. Crushingly close. You shouldn't have to tap out from a hug." ☮☮ Tyler, Rory ☮☮ "A good bloke. Too good. I almost feel bad when I prank him or bust chops. I mean... I'm not gonna stop... But I almost feel bad. Almost."	♥♥ deLeon, Calliope ♥♥ "Dunno what I did to get this lucky. Pretty much at the point of not questionin' it anymore, lest the magic breaks." ☮☮ Roth, Lorcán ☮☮ "The boy in the bubble has tales and adventures he could tell this bloke. Nice thing, he has asked me what Australia was like and genuinely seemed interested in checking it out. Like, not just common courtesy. But then he has also asked Gil about English cuisine." ☮☮ Mitchell, Aurora ☮☮ "Kind hearted sort. Have to admit, I may get a bit protective. Been through similar stuff, and she's still sore from it."	☮☮ Penada, Pallyx ☮☮ "I recognise too much of myself in her. Which means she's bad news in all the best ways. Also... someone here who's genuinely good for a laugh. Which doesn't go unappreciated." §§ Galahad, Gil §§ "I got my hands on these twelve big ol' black and white headshots in a manilla folder. I'm still not sure how I'm gonna use 'em yet. But thissun'll be good, just watch. Oh. Umm... I'm sure there's probably a real flesh and blood human in there at some point... maybe? But I'm yet to see it show it's face beneath the Hollywood glitz and plastic." ☮☮ Hisamatsu, Mei ☮☮ "Another from back home. There's not many of us, even if our experiences are very different. She stayed put in the big smoke in Melbourne with family. I went everywhere and, well... yeah."	§§ Cahors, Amma §§ "I caught her lookin' at me the other day with an expression as if she was gonna devour me. I'm still not sure of the context there. Can't be good, but. The thought of bein' alone with her terrifies me." §§ Baxter, Harper §§ "We have a term back home, FIGJAM. She is good, but. Much as I'll never admit it... She just needs to unclench some or the bird's gonna blow a fuse. Her 'the bird' that is. Not Haven." ♫♫ Banjo ♫♫ "She's a rippa bloody pony. Only gets better when everything turns to shit as well. Sound like anyone you know?"

Commencement: A Pacific Royal Collegiate & University RP

Last Month Of Previous Semester

Banjo slipped quietly through the back way, around the A.R.C to get to the community farm, sneaking furtive glances behind himself to ensure nobody was watching where he was going.

Just as he had for the last few months when he had spare hours.

"You again..." Laura spoke. "You know you could just come in the front way. But then your friends might see you, hey? And then what would they think?"

"Do I look like I care what anyone thinks?"

"Ah... right now..? Yeah, you do. The usual?"

"Yeah. Yeah, the usual."

Laura smiled. "Go on then. She's already all tacked up. Figured you'd be coming. Just clip a radio."

Banjo was about to open his mouth and she pre-empted him.

"Just take it, its the rules."

Banjo put a raised foot in a stirrup and pulled himself up into the saddle.

He opened his mouth, and Laura faced he other way miming every word he would say perfectly, they'd had this conversation far too often already.

"I'm stickin' to the flats, she's the most sure-footed thing here and I'm me... if I eat dirt, bring the shotgun and put us both out of our misery..."

Laura smiled and turned around. "About that, what if I said I might have something more fun in mind..."

Banjo only gave an unimpressed grimace, that could only pre-empt delivery of his relationship status. "You know--"

"No... not anything like that. Also... ew. I let the stock out to feed in the outer, thought you might want to help me bring them in."

"..."

"...you knew I wasn't gonna stick to the flats. Didntcha?"

"Be a waste of the most sure footed hills pony here, and like you said, you're you." She rode alongside, and handed him a clip-on radio.

They rode out to the hill trails and curled around to start bringing in the ag stock.

"Keep wondering why you take that one. Is it just the--"

"No, it's not the name. Trust me when I say that has nothing to do with it."

"Ahhh... is that why you're embarrassed."

"I take 'er cos she's the best mountain pony here. Two parts thoroughbred, one part Sable Island horse with a bitta Canadian Rustic Pony mixed in. I take her on and off the trails. Could put 'er in tap shoes and dance her back up the hills. Can go anywhere. Do anything."

"But she's a bit small, isn't she? You wouldn't want anything a bit bigger, like Palamon?"

"Palamon's a bloody clydesdale. I'm not pullin' a plough or patrollin' a bleedin' parade. I take Palamon on the slopes, we'd both be in for a ghost train ride..."

Laura smiled. "Ok."

Banjo waited for it. He picked up his pace a bit.

"So it's not because she's called 'Banjo'..." He could hear her smirking in her voice behind him. He stuffed his tongue in his cheek.

"I assure you. It's not a bloody selling point."

"I mean, you see how it could be found funny..."

"Bloody hilarious." He deadpanned.

"So is that why you sneak in the back way. Don't want to be seen riding a little pony called 'Banjo'?"

"Look, she's not named after me! She was called that before I ever got here!"

Laura tried not to openly laugh. Her face hid it poorly.

"It's a gender neutral bloody horse name! A coincedence!"

A pair of cows caught sight of the riders and broke for the safety of the hills.

"And she's a rippa bloody pony at that, I won't have her coppin' no more shit." He opened up Banjo to a gallop and looked to cut the cattle off, but they'd already started their descent. "Aww Hell..." He called out as he saw the cattle break. "Hiy!" He let out a gutteral grunt to the pony and urged her on.

Laura watched as Banjo's tail and hind legs disappeared down the steep descent, and pulled up her own mount. Waiting interminable seconds. She reached back for her clip on radio and called to him, only to be met with silence.

"Banjo? Banjo!?"

A few seconds later the cattle emerged from down the steep hill. She waited a little longer for what chased them back up.

Banjo performed a neat little sideways dressage passage gait back up the hilltop, smirking all the way.

"Told ya... I could have her tap dance all the way back up here."

Laura shook her head, and turned her own horse to get back to task. A clip of his heels into her sides, and Banjo was back at a trot.

They continued bringing cattle in, as the sun slowly descended.

Along the way the pair saw a sagged section of fence. They stopped and Banjo re-staked the post and fixed the tension, whilst Laura watched on.

"Come on... getting dark."

"Well, it'd be quicker if you leant a bloody hand. Whose bloody job is this supposed to be anyway? I'm just a bloke borrowin' time on a rental pony." He planted his foot back in the stirrup and threw himself back over into the saddle again.

"About that..." As the pair rode back towards the setting sun, the in paddock and the stables.

"I'm a senior with no post-grad. Not looking for any fancy law degree or doctorate. Last few weeks now. Most of the community contribution kids are volunteers, but they like us to pick a successor to at least watch over the whole deal. Someone who actually knows what they're doing to make the transition smoother."

"Eh..?" Banjo looked surprised at what he was hearing.

"Awww bloody no. No bloody way. I've got a prime gig set up over at the library now. Took me years to get it all wired. I barely have to do anything at all now. They leave me bloody be. I go in-Smooth ride-Get left alone and I'm in and out."

"Yes. But is that still what you want? You could come out here, ride around, fix a fence and be left alone, with all this."

"You understand that sounded a lot more appealing in your own head before you actually spoke those words, right?"

"There's volunteer kids on community contribution. You train them. You basically do as much or as little as you want. Depends how much you want to delegate. It's all up to you how hands on you want to be."

"What part of anything about me makes you think I want to either have, or be, a boss? Responsible for anything beyond meself?"

Laura ignored his protestations. "Look... just think about it. Give it a few weeks to marinate. If you don't like the idea, let me know, I'll still have a couple weeks to find someone else. But you know all of this. You can fix fences, you can handle the stock, Hell, you're better at handling the hill rides than I am."

Banjo sighed, and looked out at the fast setting sun.

"Don't think I don't know what this is... find yourself a bloody Aussie to put in charge of the sheep dip..."

Laura laughed.

"Just think about it..."

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_{Location: The Farm/The Beach - Pacific Royal Campus}

Welcome Home #1.003: I've Been Through The Desert On A Horse... Which Shall Remain Nameless

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Previously: What? As If There was a whole previous game with aspects of existing continuity? That would be preposterous. Good day, sir! I SAID GOOD DAY!

It was early morning, and despite the forecast for a warmer day, there was still a chill in the morn. It was Canada after all.

Banjo made his way to the Community Farm for his first day in the role. He was supposed to be there earlier buuuut-- well, he was him. He was a little curious to see the kind of kids who'd be waiting for him though.

Supposedly four freshmen. There were people who had been previously working the farm as their Community Contribution, but they all stepped down or transferred after it became news that he'd be in his role. Either because they'd hoped to get the role, or because they otherwise weren't eager to be working in a position "under" him. He had a reputation.

These four however. Freshmen. Didn't know him. Didn't even have the sense to ask. The thought of the job was probably more on their minds than whoever the person caretaking would be.

Banjo saw the four talking and looking confused. They were presumably wondering why nobody else was here. Even if they weren't on time, surely they'd be at the farm doing other duties..? He stood back and considered them with a smirk, before approaching.

He slowly walked towards them rubbing his hands together. One of the students noticed him and turned to face, tapping another on the shoulder and soon they were all aware of him and waiting.

He kept rubbing his hands together as he approached, then gestured to his hands with a nod of his head. Another student caught on and began mimicking him, rubbing his hands together. Banjo nodded and straightened up as if proud that someone had picked up on it, with a widening smile. He kept rubbing his hands together. Others started to pick up on it, rubbing their hands together and smiling, happy to be participating in some kind of ritualistic comeraderie, until Banjo finally broke the silence.

"So who here hasn't 'ad their hand up a cow..?"

The smiles dropped from their faces. Their hands suddenly froze.

He cackled at their reaction. Eventually they all broke and a few started chuckling in relief. Others remained stunned.

"Buncha bloody drongos. It's your first day. But seriously, keep warmin' your hands up. Y'r gonna be milkin' cows. Hey, somethin' tells me, you're gonna be a natural, Lonely Hearts." He said, referring to a quiet, weedy freshman still reeling from his initial joke.

"Umm... You are going to be teaching us how to milk the cows, right Mister..?" A blonde girl asked.

Banjo ended the sentence with a sudden hand gesture.

"Two things, Blondie: First, the word 'teaching' does not exist here. Nobody is teaching anybody anything. You're going to be observing a bunch of boring chores around a farmyard environment and if any of you pick up how they're done by osmosis, then goody for you. Second, there's no Mister here. Least of all me."

A mousey girl next to the blonde girl raised her hand.

Banjo gave a screwfaced "Are you kidding me?" expression, but she continued to raise her hand and wait to be addressed.

Banjo eventually shook his head at her inability to take a hint.

"Yes? Next-to-Blondie?"

"Umm... Shouldn't we, like, introduce ourselves or something?"

"Why? I don't care. Also, Next-to-Blondie, considering the kind of shit and substances you're likely to be getting on your hands comin' round here... it'd be appreciated if you kept them below face level."

"Then how do we ask questions? Also, don't you need to know who we are to fill out our Community Contribution cards?" Asked the remaining boy. Before covering his mouth, realising he hadn't raised his hands.

"You just did it, Hugh. Congratulations on your first stage of personal development. As for the other stuff. It doesn't matter and I don't care. That's going to be a common answer. May want to write that last one down."

He walked towards the milking sheds.

"Now come on, I don't want to piss away all of today dealing with you lot. Day looks too damn good." He looked up at the sun with a smile across his face.

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Banjo sat on the upper flybridge of the Butler's boat in a 'Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' black band t-shirt and shorts, as the older man whistled and cast another line into the Pacific.

Most of the simple conversation had been had already. What are you hoping to catch? What bait have they got you on? Areas re-trodden to death already.

Dundas Island had a range of fish in its waters from salmon and chinook to halibut, and the bait of choice to the man at the tackle shop was invariably herring, and generally to reasonable success.

It was dull and repetitive, but whilst the older man baited lines, his attention was busy elsewhere and conversation would be nil to stilted.

So Banjo sat up in his chair on the flybridge sunbathing in the traditional sense of the word.

Meanwhile, the man downstairs cutting bait in the mezzanine was getting wary of the silence. Silence and Banjo meant boredom was settling in. Boredom settting in with Banjo was bad news. So silence from the rambunctious young adult was as ominous as rolling dark cloud on the horizon.

"That your classmates over there on the shoreline?" He called up from beneath.

"Possibly. Could be anyone. Most of the school's taken to the beach for the last week without classes. Other than Community Contribution duties, most kids on the island have free days."

The Butler could hear the disinterest dripping off every word. He was happy just to lounge around.

Maybe.

"Yeah, must be. I reckon I see your bird over there on the shore, under the umbrella in a two piece..."

The boat started rocking heavily. It got slightly darker as if passing under light cloud cover and a chilled breeze blew through.

"Oi, careful! What are you doing up there?"

Banjo's breathing quickened and halted, as is body turned blacker than the darkest night and the orange corona surrounded him. Muscles and sinew re-knitted within his flesh and his synapses flared and fired once again from the familiar exquisite sensation. His body stopped seizing and he regained control after the initial change, reverting to his usual appearance. Muscle throbbed with potential.

The boat rocked harder still as there was an almighty splash, as Banjo jumped overboard from the flybridge and started swimming. The Butler steadied himself grabbing onto the bait table.

"Oi! OIII! You little nutcase! Don't jump off the fly! Least of all juiced up to the bloody gills! It's 38 feet and you still damn near tipped her!"

But he was already barely in earshot.

The Butler's smile widened, and he stretched out on on the lounge in the cabin, hands behind his head, and his hat pulled down just above his eyes, glued on the lines.

Another beautiful restful day in paradise.

Banjo powered through the water with long clean strokes. As he got closer he could see he was being lied to, not necessarily that Calliope wasn't there under an umbrella... more that it would have been impossible to tell.

Presumably the cunning old bastard just wanted him off his boat for some more free time.

The thought would normally be enough to make him get back on out of spite, but truth be told he was getting bored stiff anyhow. Fishing made a nice change, but he just went out on the water too much. Almost every day. He didn't understand how he wasn't sick of it. Banjo was done with it and he was only spending a little extra time with him because of the holidays.

As he approached the shore, he worked a little harder and got himself into a wave, to body surf closer to the shore. The wash breaking gently over him. He considered catching another, but he was close enough to shore now, it'd probably be quicker just to do it under his own steam.

With three more strong strokes he found himself at wading depth, and got to his feet for the walk ashore.

He could make out Lorcán's board on the shore, and a grin creased across his face at the thought that maybe it wouldn't be so far fetched that she might be here.

Calli generally did not care for the beach. At all. But she generally had her finger more on the social pulse of what their other team-members were up to, and if there were a few of them here, well that certainly upped the odds.

His shorts squelched, he furrowed his brow and tried to wring out the edges. They'd dry soon enough though. Maybe. Shirt would at least. He took his shoes and socks off and carried them. He'd have to find a rock or something to dry them off on.

Commencement: A Pacific Royal Collegiate & University RP

Commencement: A Pacific Royal Collegiate & University RP

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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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Banjo was stuffed in an orphanage/care facility from before he could remember until he reached school age. He was then retrieved from this care facility at school age and relocated to a boarding school, by an intermediary he calls "The Butler" due to the man's dress and being provided with no other name. He was then moved around to different boarding schools within Australia - sometimes extremely lengthy trips across state lines - at various times, sometimes for questionable behaviour, and sometimes for seemingly no reason at all over the next ten years. Over these years he feels he doesn't have a set 'home', or a place which is his. He formed a friendship with a young boy named Mamili Motlop, at a school in Darwin, despite only knowing him for about two and a half semesters, and came to take on many of the Aboriginal views towards custodianship of country. He didn't own anywhere, this whole land felt like he belonged to it. On April 18th he was relocated one final time. A footlocker containing all of his worldly belongings was his luggage for an International flight to Vancouver, before the long drive up the Western Canadian coastline to Dundas Island, where he would receive more permanent schooling. The school his parents - whoever they were - had planned for years for him to attend. In his first year here, Banjo was seriously hospitalised after an altercation with the Hyperhuman terrorist, Hyperion, after speaking up and making a target of himself in front of the students in attendance. This briefly made him something of a school hero, despite his own thoughts and opinions on his actions, but the ensuing violence did little to break his resolve or outspoken personality. Much to the chagrin of the faculty. Now in his final year at P.R.C.U, is there anything else this place could teach him, and would he show any willingness to learn? 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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ When not using his hyperhuman powers he is a dishevelled looking lean, but average looking teenage caucasian male with sun-bleached, light brown hair and blue eyes. He wears his proper school uniform to the letter of the regulations, but in a rough, untidy state. He's also taken to adorning the uniform's dress peak cap in combination with the regular uniform before school hours and as soon as the clock ticks 1601 - because he's found it irritates certain members of the faculty. When using his power he appears as jet black, due to not reflecting any light as he is absorbing it at the time. He is surrounded by an aurora corona - the effect of surrounding light bending around his person to be absorbed. 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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorely lacking stable consistent parental figures and because he was bounced around so much to different boarding schools irrespective of his behaviour, he's prone to misbehaving and pressing boundaries. He has a strong antiauthoritarian streak and enjoys little more than talking his way out of trouble - as such he's found comfort in law and is presently considering the legal profession in his higher education. Not opposed to provoking people just for provocation's sake. Will get himself into trouble purely because he enjoys seeing if he can extricate himself from it. Banjo gets bored easily and is a prankster, and yet might possibly the last human being you would want to ever get into a prank war (or have believe, he is in a prank war...) with. There are people in this world who have a clear understanding of social grace, and where the lines of public decorum lay... it is yet to be seen if Banjo actually has any understanding or recognition of any such lines. This coupled with an incredible creativity, when he puts his mind to something, as well as remarkable resourcefulness and determination when he puts a plan in place have seen him expelled from many, many, MANY schools. Banjo can be practically self-destructive in nature when it comes to defending or protecting others from what he sees as authoritative abuse of power. If he can't see any alternative way to "get people out", he will draw the ire and take the abuse himself, almost without thought. People who have viewed this in action have seen it as a form of heroism (facing up to Hyperion), he views it as just another way he's broken from his upbringing. Despite being outspoken there's a number of things he does and enjoys, which he doesn't talk about because of how he'll be viewed. Chalk it up to dumb machismo. Similarly, he's loathe to open up with most (Calliope being the solitary exception) about the worst aspects of his life, in part because of this dumb machismo, but also because he doesn't want to burden people with his problems, and due to his memories being tampered with doesn't exactly KNOW the full extent of his own past, as well as... again... dumb machismo. Due to his powerset he has no scars from anything he's endured over the years, and combined with his personality, its very easy for people on the outside-looking-in to think he's never gone through anything. Views pretty much anyone who would get into the teaching profession as having issues with power-hunger. Not limited to teaching, he views any and all who are in or would move into law enforcement much the same. Can be abrasive. Will be abrasive. By anyone's definition IS abrasive. But that's all part of the charm...

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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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ L O C K P I C K I N G || Banjo is capable of picking simple locks. Don't ask. It's a boarding school skill. ...which isn't uncommon for people who have spent as many hours in detention as he has. ◼ R I D I N G || This is not a skill he advertises, but he is a highly competent hill and trail horseback rider, having frequented many Agricultural and Rural Boarding schools back in Australia. He's also handy at the tasks that came with it, whether it be establishing a campsite, fixing fences, baling, even having some experience in livestock management. He spent one summer shearing in Rawlinna Station, East of Kalgoorlie, for the MacLachlans. T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ S I L V E R T O N G U E || Banjo is adept at talking his way out of trouble, or producing mitigating circumstances as well as finding technical loopholes that allow his behaviour or at least cast it in the "grey" area. He'd been called a #*$&% for a long time. Little did he know he's ACTUALLY been a naturally talented lawyer for years. 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ D R E S S P E A K C A P || Banjo has taken to wearing his dress peak cap outside of regulation hours when he can't technically be told off for it, because he's found that doing so grates on certain faculty members. When not dressed in his uniform, he tends to wear his own clothes, which are almost entirely op shop specials, including an impressive range of Australian band t-shirts. I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Z I P P O L I G H T E R || Banjo carries a scratched up chrome zippo lighter and at most times a pack of smokes (Winfield Blue). He tends to only smoke when alone and working at something requiring his concentration. He'll invariably "juice" after smoking, masking the fact he ever did it from his breath and system. T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ L O C K P I C K S || Banjo carries a small set of lock picks in a foldable travel grooming kit in his back pocket. 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 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Banjo suffers from claustrophobia, and has nightmares of being trapped in a confined space, with creeping darkness engulfing him. Due to his memories being tampered with, he's unsure of why, and his struggles with it frustrate and anger him. Unable to comprehend it, he views it as a confounding weakness in himself. ◼ After five years he still struggles to sleep in the large beds provided by P.R.C.U, having spent his life sleeping in small single beds, cots, swags and with his own warmth. He surrounds himself in a "nest" of his own clothes to try and counter it, but between the bed and the intermittent nightmares he seldom sleeps well. ◼ Banjo has a tendency to get 'conscripted' into numerous intermural sports, particularly rugby, lacrosse and hyperball, as punishment due to poor behaviour and expected restitution for loss of house points. ◼ Banjo participates in Debate and Model U.N. of his own volition. Few people have realised he actually does the latter though, and he doesn't exactly advertise this. - 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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"Well, shit...

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...get y'self a better bloody mentor, I s'pose. F'r a start..."

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"Aspirations..? Have you met me?

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Y'r serious..?"

*Subject Sighs*

"Alright, when I got here I figured I'd be in-and-out and off some bloody new place within two months.

We're comin' up to four years now. I'm still here. What, are we lookin' for like tangible bloody things, or-- Oh, I know! I wanted to get through school and get me BAR card. That's lookin' like that'll happen. Grades are no sweat there, and I'm all set for the BAR exam. Could prob'ly crush it tomorrow, truthbetold. Now me other grades... well, let's keep it PG, eh?

So I guess there's that. You're probably lookin' at a future lawyer."

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"When I told that terrorist Hyperion to go fuck himself..?

...Yeah.

...I'd probably give him the finger as I did it, if I had to do it over.

...no, wait! Double birds!"

*Subject flips off interviewer with both hands*

"That and the time I tried cafeteria sushi when Rory and Trevor were on chef duty, aside... no regrets.

Well, let me put it this way, have you ever thought of the possibilty of a raw prawn taking up the same blended space with poorly cooked - I'm not entirely sure it WAS cooked - chicken, wrapped in uncooked rice and seaweed, with a bit of avo mixed in? Yeah, uncooked rice. Bone dry, hard and crunchy. They tried to bind it with some kind of sriracha. Can you imagine that?

No..?

Well, every day I live in envy of you then.

If I couldn't go the instant sunbath cleanse, I suspect they'd have dropped me via salmonella."

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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 _________________________________________________________ Andrew(?) "Banjo" Olyphant (Almost certainly not...) _________________________________________________________ April18th | 22 | Caucasian _________________________________________________________ Marital Status | Male | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ As yet unrevealed | As yet unrevealed | Australia _________________________________________________________ Strigidae | 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 || Light brown ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Blue ◼ H E I G H T || 6'0" ◼ W E I G H T || 170 lbs ◼ S C A R S || Nil ◼ T A T T O O S || Nil ◼ P I E R C I N G S || Nil ◼ O T H E R || Dishevelled

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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Banjo was stuffed in an orphanage/care facility from before he could remember until he reached school age. He was then retrieved from this care facility at school age and relocated to a boarding school, by an intermediary he calls "The Butler" due to the man's dress and being provided with no other name. He was then moved around to different boarding schools within Australia - sometimes extremely lengthy trips across state lines - at various times, sometimes for questionable behaviour, and sometimes for seemingly no reason at all over the next ten years. On April 18th he was relocated one final time. A footlocker containing all of his worldly belongings was his luggage for an International flight to Vancouver, before the long drive up the Western Canadian coastline to Dundas Island, where he would receive more permanent schooling. The school his parents - whoever they were - had planned for years for him to attend. 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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ When not using his hyperhuman powers he is a dishevelled looking lean, but average looking teenage caucasian male with sun-bleached, light brown hair and blue eyes. He wears his proper school uniform to the letter of the regulations, but in a rough, untidy state. He's also taken to adorning the uniform's dress peak cap in combination with the regular uniform before school hours and as soon as the clock ticks 1601 - because he's found it irritates certain members of the faculty. When using his power he appears as jet black, due to not reflecting any light as he is absorbing it at the time. He is surrounded by an aurora corona - the effect of surrounding light bending around his person to be absorbed. 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 ________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorely lacking stable consistent parental figures and because he was bounced around so much to different boarding schools irrespective of his behaviour, he's prone to misbehaving and pressing boundaries. He has a strong antiauthoritarian streak and enjoys little more than talking his way out of trouble - as such he's found comfort in law and is presently considering the legal profession in his higher education. Not opposed to provoking people just for provocation's sake. Will get himself into trouble purely because he enjoys seeing if he can extricate himself from it. Can be abrasive. Will be abrasive. By anyone's definition IS abrasive. But that's all part of the charm...

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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 || P H O T O - T H E R M O K I N E T I C E N E R G Y M E T A B O L I Z A T I O N __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Fundamental __POWER SCALE || 05 __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Δ Banjo's HZE conversion allows him to draw upon ambient heat/energy/light in a way that enhances his musculature and creates and strengthens neural pathways, also creating a greater capacity for intelligence. The nature of his powers also means he has acute thermoception (can determine local temperature to a tenth of a degree) and tolerance to extreme heat and cold. When he uses his power, he turns completely black as ambient light is being absorbed and there is no reflected light, and appears to be surrounded by an aurora corona due to the effect of bending light around into himself. When using his power, local temperature and light will drop as he draws upon it, in proportion to how much energy he is drawing. L I M I T A T I O N S || His biggest limitation has been himself. Due to the intelligence gained from early use of his powers, he now sees great potential for things to go wrong in using or abusing those powers - to the extent where he believes he even has the capacity to cause the complete heat death of the planet, solar system and universe beyond. He is, of course, not anywhere near capable of this at this point. He merely fears his potential. Whilst his powers create new neural pathways, and clear and strengthen existing neural pathways, they do not bestow upon him any NEW knowledge or intelligence. They merely grant him the capacity for increased intelligence (and perhaps grant focus/allow him to think more clearly). Likewise, the way his powers affect his musculature are exponential working off his initial baseline strength... so in other words, he would not have to use his powers to absorb as much energy in order to lift a large object if he were well trained and fit, as he would if lazy and ignoring any kind of training regiment. He won't use his powers in close contact of others, and is even extremely loathe to use them indoors in general. W E A K N E S S E S || As well as his own fear of his powers he's been having recurring nightmares where he finds himself encased in a small, confined, vacuum-sealed space - acute claustrophoblia. At this point his power taps out at barely above a peak-level human (think Super Soldier Serum enhanced human ala Captain America) in terms of strength, speed, agility, stamina. He's potentially capable of exponentially more though, but again his unwillingness to take that plunge, and see the true depths of his capabilities, stands in his way. Use of his powers whilst in direct contact with another COULD potentially cause devastating harm and/or death, since he draws heat and light. This is not a baseless fear he has. So far he has never hurt anyone in this way, though. He's just terrified of it happening. Whilst intelligent and quick-witted, he's fairly young and in many ways still naive. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ We're finally at that point where we address all of those questions of his origin! What exactly IS his real name? Who is the Butler? Who tampered with his memories? Why have they been running all of these years? Why the claustrophobia, and the nagging fears he sometimes gets? There ARE actal answers to these questions... and we're gonna get to 'em!

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"Well, shit...

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...get y'self a better bloody mentor, I s'pose. F'r a start..."

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"Aspirations..? Have you met me?

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Y'r serious..?"

*Subject Sighs*

"Alright, when I got here I figured I'd be in-and-out and off some bloody new place within two months.

We're comin' up to four years now. I'm still here. What, are we lookin' for like tangible bloody things, or-- Oh, I know! I wanted to get through school and get me BAR card. That's lookin' like that'll happen. Grades are no sweat there, and I'm all set for the BAR exam. Could prob'ly crush it tomorrow, truthbetold. Now me other grades... well, let's keep it PG, eh?

So I guess there's that. You're probably lookin' at a future lawyer."

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"When I told that terrorist Hyperion to go fuck himself..?

...Yeah.

...I'd probably give him the finger as I did it, if I had to do it over.

...no, wait! Double birds!"

*Subject flips off interviewer with both hands*

"That and the time I tried cafeteria sushi when Rory and Trevor were on chef duty, aside... no regrets.

Well, let me put it this way, have you ever thought of the possibilty of a raw prawn taking up the same blended space with poorly cooked - I'm not entirely sure it WAS cooked - chicken, wrapped in uncooked rice and seaweed, with a bit of avo mixed in? Yeah, uncooked rice. Bone dry, hard and crunchy. They tried to bind it with some kind of sriracha. Can you imagine that?

No..?

Well, every day I live in envy of you then.

If I couldn't go the instant sunbath cleanse, I suspect they'd have dropped me via salmonella."

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Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Sorry I've not written anything IC so far, I was writing my first post as a collab that's stalled a bit. Promise I am still here.

@Ezekiel

Don't think anyone's in a position to nitpick anyone for pace on here, my dude.

I'm about as active as anyone on here, and I've been dragging my feet by my own standards too, due to lack of time. It'll get done when it's done.

Commencement: A Pacific Royal Collegiate & University RP

Good new stuff. Pretty much have my sheet done.

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

Holmes stuff is straight fire, @DocTachyon

Absolute Comics Presents - What If? [A DC & Marvel One Universe RP]

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Commencement: A Pacific Royal Collegiate & University RP

Do I bring Calliope back for this or nah?

@PatientBean

Personally...

...hope so.