Little Bird

Orphanage for Supernatural

"Relax." Sara practically snorted a suppressed laugh. "I'm not about to get THAT physical; not yet anyways. Ms. Smith would probably have a heart attack if I started throwing punches in front of the new kids." She bent down and scooped up the the clay disc she had left to the side earlier. "But," she continued, "if you're really looking to help a girl out." She casually tossed the disc, similar in make and to those used for marksmanship practices, in Leo's direction. "You can come up here, and give that a good ride across the gym when I say so."

RWBY Colors of the Wind

Finally got caught up with the series proper. lol. Gotta re-educate myself in RWBY lore.

Can't wait to get started.

Orphanage for Supernatural

I'll have a response up later today. Been picking up some oddball work shifts.

RWBY Colors of the Wind

youtube.com/watch?v=Y6PC1XG5RDc

Name: Zena Lavinia
Colour: Purple
Symbol:

Race: Human?
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Status: Student
Bio: --
Weapon: Tesla; In its primary form, Tesla resembles broadsword with a three foot blade and fifteen inch hilt. In its secondary form, the blade segments out, extending into an edged whip.
Semblance: Electromagnetic Field Manipulation
Equipment: Give me a moment while I pack.

Orphanage for Supernatural

@Wayward I am trying to make sure that I am picturing this right. Did she focus her energy and then slowly bulk up? Kind of like what the hulk did?

@KatherinWinter

That's basically the idea, though not quite as extreme in terms of muscle mass increase. It's moreso a gain in strength through stimulation.

Orphanage for Supernatural

"Alright. That's enough kiddos," Sara yelled as she crossed the gym one last time, now carrying a clay disc; an overtone of sarcasm acknowledged the fact that she was, in fact, still one of the younger children at the Orphanage. "Hush up. I've got a bit to say about my power, and I don't want to have to repeat myself to anyone that's already in here." She lobbed the disc onto the mat, where it landed softly off to the side. Limbering up, she stepped behind her barbell.

"Now, this barbell is loaded up with... roughly two tons of weight. Yes, you heard me correctly: two tons." Bending from the knees, she lowered herself to the barbell, wrapping her hands around it in an overhand grip. With helpless heave, she made the an honest and admirable attempt at a deadlift. However, the small girl could barely hope to budge the two thousand pound weight. "I know what you new kids are thinking," she said after reasserting her composure. "And I'll say right now that, yes, I can't lift this... normally."

She sprung a mischievous grin, continuing. "That brings us to the first lesson in Sara Kapros 101." She stepped back from the weigh, entering into a horse stance. "Haaaaaaaaaaaa-!" She let out a shrilling, ascending scream. In the first few seconds, it seemed a pointless ritual, but quickly yielded substance: her muscles began to flex, even grow, as though the few seconds she spent screaming had equated to years of weight training. By the time she fell silent, her body had come to resemble one expected of a sport star, rather than the small girl she had been before.

She bent back down to the weight, gripping it just the same. With a mighty force, and a maintained form, she pulled upward and stood erect, with the weight securely lifted to her hips. Holding for five seconds, she slowly returned the weight to the mat; Ms. Smith would freak if she heard that kind of weight drop to the floor. As soon as the weight reached the floor, her body returned to its normal physique. "Alright, hopefully that gives ya'll the jist of that little trick. I can do that to pretty much increase any aspect of my physical performance; strength, speed, endurance. Now, for my next demonstration, I'll need a volunteer to assist me."

Orphanage for Supernatural

"Sure! 'bout time!" Sara gleefully kicked off from the floor and ran across the gym into an attached weight room. A moment later, she returned with a forty-five pound bar bell and a gym mat. Her restlessness grew more apparent as she ran back to the weight room, returning yet again with a pair of forty-five pound plates; she would continue to stack plates onto the barbell until it was filled up. "Please," she said, albeit insincerely, to Leo. "I'm sure the the newbies have seen way worse than me. Besides, I'll start slow anyways. My powers ain't all about breaking things."

Orphanage for Supernatural

Young Sara had emerged from the changing room in full gymnasium regalia at roughly the same moment that Ms. Smith arrived. Having been laying on a couch during her psychiatric check-in, she wasn't enthused by the prospect of sitting down; restlessness filled her, as it always did first thing in the morning.

She remained standing as the matron of the Orphanage spoke. Having heard the same mold of speech for two years already, Sara hardly paid much attention, spending the few moments loosening up with a session of shadowboxing. "So can we, like, start already?"

Orphanage for Supernatural

"Will you not go to breakfast?"

"Huh?" A young, dark brunette girl lay out upon a soft couch, only half aware of her surroundings. Coming to at the sound of the question, she peered, annoyed, at the man sitting in the armchair next to her. "Why'd you stop?" she asked the man. Only a moment earlier, the middle aged man, a Telepath and the hired Orphanage psychologist, had been engaging in a relaxation exercise, the sudden ceasing of which had left the girl in a daze.

"Because, Sara, breakfast is almost over," the psychologist said, jotting down a brief note on his pad.

"Oh." Sara scowled, meaner than a girl her age had business scowling. "Nah. I had an apple when I woke up. Can't stand breakfast right before Gym; makes me want to vomit. Besides, lunch is right after."

"I see." The psychologist jotted down several more notes.

"What do you write in that thing anyways?"

"Progress," the man replied, evading Sara's gaze.

"Whatever." Sara rolled her eyes. Kicking off of the couch, she sprung to her feet. She shot a glance at the grandfather clock at the other end of the room and spat. "Almost time for gym," she said.

"Do you feel that you're ready?" the psychologist inquired, now standing up as well.

"Of course I'm ready." the girl pulled back from the doctor, bearing a glove-adorned fist as though prepared to fight the man if she had to. "I always feel better after Gym." Not breaking sight from the doctor, Sara picked up a worn out, hand-me-down Gym bag and slung it over her shoulder. "If you're not going to help me, stay out of my head." Still brandishing her fist, she backed out of the room, slamming the door shut. At a sprinting pace, she began the trek to Gym.

Orphanage for Supernatural

Name: Sara Maria Kapros
Age: 13
Power: "Chi" - Existent predominantly as a latent energy manifesting in times of emotional distress, Sara is naturally disposed to the ability to tap into the core of her 'life force' also known as "Chi." Manifesting this energy allows her to surpass, often greatly, her own physical limitations. Fully manifested, her powers enable her to exert her energy as external projections of kinetic force, projectiles and shielding energy fields.
Bio: Side-effects of Sara's powers became apparent when she was only eight years old, manifesting in an overtly augmented level of energy expended through aggression. Diagnosed as having severe anger issues, a psychiatrist mandated her admission into a psychiatric ward at a children's hospital. This move proved to be counterproductive, as her aggression only from being shut away. It came to a head when she was ten years old, and attacked her own parents for having left her "locked up" for a year. During the incident, her powers manifested in true form as she blasted a ten foot hole out of the hospital wall. Following this incident, she was restrained, and ultimately sent away to the 'Orphanage for Supernatural.