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Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

Ten four. I can do that. Gives me some time to work on this rp I'm working one.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

whoops. Mah bad hehe. @Lord Wraith

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

CONNER NATHANIEL HUGHES

MATHER PARK

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 6:05pm | Search Party Registration}

Conner felt a smile cross his lips as he firmly shook Alexander's hand. "Conner Hughes." He couldn't help but feel a little foreboding that a girl from the school went missing the week he came to town. The thought sent shivers down his spine. He moved with the line and stuck his hands into his pockets.

"Couldn't imagine what her family's going through." He was silent for a moment then said: "Have they checked the woods?"

His own... experience with being lost made him wonder if she was in a similar situation. Lord help her if she was like him. He felt a certain sense of urgency. Conner felt his heart start to race at that grim pine of thinking. He felt the itch and a fang sprouted, cutting his cheek. The coppery, hot taste of blood filled his mouth. Self-consciously he tugged his collar up to hide his neck.

"How long has she been missing?"

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

Woot first post done. Damn it feels shorter than I thought it was gonna be.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

CONNER NATHANIEL HUGHES

Conner's Apartment

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 5:39| Conner's living room}

The couch sagged under Conner's weight he plopped down on the plush cushions. A sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He beheld the product of his last few hours of work. The apartment was neat, tidy, in perfect order. It was a small one bedroom affair, with a kitchenette, living room, a tiny dining room, and a surprisingly large bedroom. In the few hours following his landing in Crestwood Hollow, Conner had unloaded his things, put everything away, and cleaned the place top to bottom. Sheer frustration drove him. His flight had been delayed and he had arrived just after noon. Missing the first day of school made Conner angrier than he cared to admit. For hours that familiar itch of scale growing down his back fueled those embers in the pit of his belly. Truth was the combination of the long flight, being held over twice and for no less than twelve hours each time had driven him a little crazy- never mind the fact he hated flying!

In the end the clean, orderly apartment made him feel content for the first time in nearly thirty six hours. A sigh escaped his lips as the itch subsided. Conner wiped his brow and sank into the cushions a little further. Things were looking up from the second he'd gotten off that damn plain. He was in a nice neighborhood, overlooking a park, and his neighbors were nice enough, even giving him a casserole; said casserole lay in scattered remains on the kitchenette counter. What’s more, Crestwood reminded him of his home, quaint, quiet. Sadly a tension hung over the town that was impossible to ignore. The recent disappearance of a girl had the entire town scared and confused. His neighbors had had said they would joining the search party. A big gathering would occur in a nearby park around six or so. A glance at the wall clack told him it was twenty to six.

Conner spent the next several minutes drumming his fingers`s on the arm of the chair and his leg refused to quit bobbing up and down. He needed a distraction or he’d go mad he just knew it. Dressed in a thin, black sweater, dark grey slacks and a thick pea coat headed out the door. Conner stopped when he brushed his hair back and felt his quartet of fashion disasters were growing in again. With a huff he stomped back inside to retrieve a dark grey wool fedora; he just wasn’t in the mood to deal with the pain it was to shear the damn things. He fussed with his hat in the mirror for a moment or so before heading back toward the door.

MATHER PARK

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 6:05pm | Search Party Registration}

More people than he expected were at the park that evening. Conner expected ten, maybe twenty, but he lost count how many people shuffled about. Worst part was he could feel the amount of eyes on him. Standing well over six feet tall with a farm boy's physique and having impeccable taste in fashion had that affect Conner knew, hell he relished the looks he got once upon a time. Since that cursed monster inside him reared its ugly head however Conner couldn’t help but think people knew what he was when their eyes fell on him. "If only past me could see what we’ve become," he joked under his breath. “The disappointment would be palpable.”

Conner shook his head of such thoughts, trying to conjure up the old Conner; a swaggering mountain of a guy with confidence for days. He shook his shoulders, straightened out that coward's posture, and got in line behind another young man with short brown hair and tanned skin who- if Conner allowed himself to be honest- was rather attractive with. In a rush of anger fueled courage at how timid he was fast becoming he struck up a conversation with the other young man.

“Did you know the missing girl by chance?” he asked, tapping the other boy’s shoulder.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

Good. I know how to start my character's part then.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

@Lord Wraith

So basically it is the night after the first day of school and all the characters are searching for the missing girl yes?

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

Fury

_______________________________________________ Conner Nathaniel Hughes _______________________________________________ 18 | ♂ | Bisexual _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 6'-8" • Weight | 231 lbs • Ethnicity | Caucasian • Hair Colour | Auburn • Eye Colour | Reddish orange //Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: • Scars mar his arms and he has a large scar running down his back two inches wide. | Description Abilities, Skills and Resources ___________________________________ [+] //Abilites: • Hyperhuman Ability | Transformation and Pyrokinesis: Conner can create and control fire. There isn’t much to be said about this power as it is fairly straightforward. The fire he commands is oil based, liquid fire, and only ignites when it makes contact with the air. This is possible thanks to the pair of long thin bladders full of oils that run along either side of his windpipe, thus why his neck is so thick. The catch is, his control and power are directly linked to his emotions. The calmer he is the better control he has, the angrier he is the hotter and larger the fire he can create. The only thing is he can’t summon the fire from the air, he must first breath it like a dragon. Only the fire he creates himself can he control. Markus has had years to learn and control this power, and has a fairly decent lid on his explosive temper. Conner has patches of reddish, dragon-like scale, running up and down his arms, neck, and back that is extremely tough and fireproof. He could stand in the heart of a gas explosion and be completely unscathed. This acts more like a disease, as everytime he seems to lose control, go into a rage if you will, the patches of scale grow, covering more of his body. When agitated his sense of smell becomes stronger but his eyesight worsens. His strength when his feral for starts to take hold is doubled. • Limitation(s) | Conner can only control the fire he creates by breathing it. If he can’t open his mouth then he can’t use his powers. While his scale covered upper body is immune to fire, the case is not the same for the parts of him that are still flesh. What’s more his eyes are vulnerable to his own fire. Conner has a finite amount of fire he can spew at any given time, and once spent he must wait until his fire bladders replenish. • Weakness(es) | There is a chance he can lose complete control of himself, becoming nothing more than an enraged animal. When this happens, the scales on his arms and back grow to cover more of his body, morphing him into something of a bipedal dragon complete with claws, tail, horns, and fangs. There is no hint of the man he is when he is in this state and it takes nothing short of nearly killing Conner to get him out of it. When he is pulled from this state, he finds more scales on his arms and back. Every time he loses control like this, become this monster, he knows he’s a step closer to staying that way. His power also gives him one major weakness, water. He can’t touch distilled water as he is allergic, irritating his scales. Should he ingest distilled water his fire bladders, the source of his fire breath, become blocked and he can’t breathe fire until the water is washed out. When he becomes the monster the scales on his chest glow, if hit with water it causes him extreme pain and he can’t breathe his fire. Another glaring weakness is his neck, should someone pierce the scales on his neck, and open one of the two firebladders that run up either side of his windpipe will cause the flames to spew out and into his throat, potentially killing him. //Skills: • Skill 1 | Archaeology: Conner was a successful archaeologist for much of his life, having a vast knowledge of ancient cultures- particularly the Hellenistic Era- and can decipher ancient languages and discern artifacts at a glance. •Linguist: Conner can speak and read several different languages and dialects, both ancient and modern. Germanic and Latin based languages are his bread and butter and he speaks passable Vietnamese, Japanese, and Mandarin. •Boxing: Conner learned boxing from his father who was a champion in his day, and participted in his school’s boxing tournaments regularly. He’s adept at it and quick for a boy his size. //Paraphernalia: • Item 1 | An old Drachma- good luck charm A beaten up brown satchel A beaten up journel

Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Conner is a bull of a boy, barrel chest, treetrunk arms and legs, and neck thick with muscles and covered in scale. He is deeply tanned and has patches of reddish scale dotting his arms and back along with a myriad of scars. The day he hit puberty he shot up and started packing on the muscle from working on his father’s farm. Conner is fiercely handsome with a square jaw, red-orange eyes, and laugh lines around. He carries himself with dignity, walks with purpose; It is rare so see him without a smile on his face, but his grin has a feral aspect to it. Much to Conner’s profound ire he has four fours sprouting from his upper forehead that grow back over his scalp, despite the pain it brings him, Conner shears his horns off, which becomes a pain as they grow in ridiculously fast. He wears hats to hide what he can’t cut off. Conner tends to look like a man/dragon hybrid to other people, particularly when he is agitated, or in pain. Conner likes to present himself like a gentleman, wearing the nicest clothes he can, opting for suits and button downs. He keeps his medium length hair slicked back at all times and keeps himself cleanly shaven. Character Synopsis ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Conner was born near Manchester to his loving parents on a sheep farm. Since he could walk Marcus worked the farm with his father while his mother homeschooled him. She was an author and poet herself, so he grew to love history from her. Within time they agreed to let him study abroad in Germany when he was thirteen. There he started learning French, German, Italian, and developed a serious love for the Hellenistic Era. In the summers he would return home to the Irish countryside and continue to help his father. The year he turned fifteen Conner and his class were on a spelunking field trip, he discovered his powers. Conner was exploring further down, his overdeveloped curiosity driving him on when the cavein occurred. Everyone but Conner made it out. He fell twenty feet, broke his leg and became pinned. The pain woke something inside him and he puked up blood and fire before blacking out. When he woke back up he was in the middle of the woods in a burned up clearing, naked. He was found days later by rescue teams. He remembered his classmates running in fear from him before he ran off. Months passed as Conner came to terms with his new powers, even experimenting with them a little. Around the farm her could do more than before, feeling stronger than he ever had. Eventually his staying home wasn’t doing anything for his education so his mother had a solution. That he go to Crestwood Hollow in America where the HSCP held classes for hyperhumand. He was… skeptical, being nothing like the rigorous schooling he loved so dearly in Germany but the novelty of his poets became mundane and he was ready for a new challenge. With money they’d saved up, Conner’s parents paid for him to move there and enrolled him in the school. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Conner is a jovial lad who loves keep things upbeat and good god does the he love to lecture. Get him going about history, especially anothing having to do with the Hellenistic Era and you’re liable to sit there for hours, and he’d be more than happy to do so. Always looking on the bright side this one, and rarely lets life get him down. For Conner this is a matter of survival, as a positive mindset keeps his rather explosive temper down. Since his powers manifested, he has had a growing problem with it. So he is forced to think happy thoughts, and laugh at whatever life throws at him because if he didn’t he’d be no better than a beast. Conner is a scholarly to his bones with an intellect to match his vast curiosity. He loves a good mystery and relishes deciphering old texts and scrolls even after years of retirement. He has a funny habit of talking to himself in Gaelic, often cursing in it too. When he becomes focused on his books the world fades away and it takes nothing short of physically pulling him away to get his attention. Over the last five years Conner’s temper has become harder and harder to keep down, foten flaring black from the littlest things, but he keeps a learned handle on it, often boxing at the gym to work off excess stress and rage (he brings his won fireproof bag). He’s seriously protective of his collection of coins and other artifacts he’s collected over the years. Damaging, stealing, or just touching what isn’t yours makes Marcus go very quiet with a look that could kill. Miscellaneous Conner has a pet dog named Duchess, a spoiled rotten Akida with white fur. Conner’s mother thinks his allergy to water is purely genetic and is merely amplified by his powers since her aunt was allergic to water as well.

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Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

@Lord Wraith

Ok. I’ll make the necessary changes tonight. I’ll come up with some weaknesses too, he does seem a tad op I guess.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

Fury

_______________________________________________ Conner Nathaniel Hughes _______________________________________________ 18 | ♂ | Bisexual _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Basics: • Height | 6'-8" • Weight | 231 lbs • Ethnicity | Caucasian • Hair Colour | Auburn • Eye Colour | Reddish orange //Piercings/Tattoos/Scars: • Scars mar his arms and he has a large scar running down his back two inches wide. | Description Abilities, Skills and Resources ___________________________________ [+] //Abilites: • Hyperhuman Ability | Transformation and Pyrokinesis: Conner can create and control fire. There isn’t much to be said about this power as it is fairly straightforward. The fire he commands is oil based, liquid fire, and only ignites when it makes contact with the air. This is possible thanks to the pair of long thin bladders full of oils that run along either side of his windpipe, thus why his neck is so thick. The catch is, his control and power are directly linked to his emotions. The calmer he is the better control he has, the angrier he is the hotter and larger the fire he can create. The only thing is he can’t summon the fire from the air, he must first breath it like a dragon. Only the fire he creates himself can he control. Markus has had years to learn and control this power, and has a fairly decent lid on his explosive temper. Conner has patches of reddish, dragon-like scale, running up and down his arms, neck, and back that is extremely tough and fireproof. He could stand in the heart of a gas explosion and be completely unscathed. This acts more like a disease, as everytime he seems to lose control, go into a rage if you will, the patches of scale grow, covering more of his body. When agitated his sense of smell becomes stronger but his eyesight worsens. His strength when his feral for starts to take hold is doubled. • Limitation(s) | Conner can only control the fire he creates by breathing it. If he can’t open his mouth then he can’t use his powers. While his scale covered upper body is immune to fire, the case is not the same for the parts of him that are still flesh. What’s more his eyes are vulnerable to his own fire. Conner has a finite amount of fire he can spew at any given time, and once spent he must wait until his fire bladders replenish. • Weakness(es) | There is a chance he can lose complete control of himself, becoming nothing more than an enraged animal. When this happens, the scales on his arms and back grow to cover more of his body, morphing him into something of a bipedal dragon complete with claws, tail, horns, and fangs. There is no hint of the man he is when he is in this state and it takes nothing short of nearly killing Conner to get him out of it. When he is pulled from this state, he finds more scales on his arms and back. Every time he loses control like this, become this monster, he knows he’s a step closer to staying that way. His power also gives him on major weakness, water. He can’t touch distilled water as he is allergic, irritating his scales. Should he ingest distilled water his fire bladders, the source of his fire breath, become blocked and he can’t breathe fire until the water is washed out. When he becomes the monster the scales on his chest glow, if hit with water it causes him extreme pain and he can’t breathe his fire. Another glaring weakness is his neck, should someone pierce the scales on his neck, and open one of the two firebladders that run up either side of his windpipe will cause the flames to spew out and into his throat, potentially killing him. //Skills: • Skill 1 | Archaeology: Conner was a successful archaeologist for much of his life, having a vast knowledge of ancient cultures- particularly the Hellenistic Era- and can decipher ancient languages and discern artifacts at a glance. •Linguist: Conner can speak and read several different languages and dialects, both ancient and modern. Germanic and Latin based languages are his bread and butter and he speaks passable Vietnamese, Japanese, and Mandarin. •Boxing: Conner learned boxing from his father who was a champion in his day, and participted in his school’s boxing tournaments regularly. He’s adept at it and quick for a boy his size. //Paraphernalia: • Item 1 | An old Drachma- good luck charm A beaten up brown satchel A beaten up journel

Appearance Details ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Conner is a bull of a boy, barrel chest, treetrunk arms and legs, and neck thick with muscles and covered in scale. He is deeply tanned and has patches of reddish scale dotting his arms and back along with a myriad of scars. The day he hit puberty he shot up and started packing on the muscle from working on his father’s farm. Conner is fiercely handsome with a square jaw, red-orange eyes, and laugh lines around. He carries himself with dignity, walks with purpose; It is rare so see him without a smile on his face, but his grin has a feral aspect to it. Much to Conner’s profound ire he has four fours sprouting from his upper forehead that grow back over his scalp, despite the pain it brings him, Conner shears his horns off, which becomes a pain as they grow in ridiculously fast. He wears hats to hide what he can’t cut off. Conner tends to look like a man/dragon hybrid to other people, particularly when he is agitated, or in pain. Conner likes to present himself like a gentleman, wearing the nicest clothes he can, opting for suits and button downs. He keeps his medium length hair slicked back at all times and keeps himself cleanly shaven. Character Synopsis ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Conner was born near Manchester to his loving parents on a sheep farm. Since he could walk Marcus worked the farm with his father while his mother homeschooled him. She was an author and poet herself, so he grew to love history from her. Within time they agreed to let him study abroad in Germany when he was thirteen. There he started learning French, German, Italian, and developed a serious love for the Hellenistic Era. In the summers he would return home to the Irish countryside and continue to help his father. The year he turned fifteen Conner and his class were on a spelunking field trip, he discovered his powers. Conner was exploring further down, his overdeveloped curiosity driving him on when the cavein occurred. Everyone but Conner made it out. He fell twenty feet, broke his leg and became pinned. The pain woke something inside him and he puked up blood and fire before blacking out. When he woke back up he was in the middle of the woods in a burned up clearing, naked. He was found days later by rescue teams. He remembered his classmates running in fear from him before he ran off. When his parents heard of the HCSP they felt compelled pulled to enroll him in the school in Crestwood Hollow. Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Conner is a jovial lad who loves keep things upbeat and good god does the he love to lecture. Get him going about history, especially anothing having to do with the Hellenistic Era and you’re liable to sit there for hours, and he’d be more than happy to do so. Always looking on the bright side this one, and rarely lets life get him down. For Conner this is a matter of survival, as a positive mindset keeps his rather explosive temper down. Since his powers manifested, he has had a growing problem with it. So he is forced to think happy thoughts, and laugh at whatever life throws at him because if he didn’t he’d be no better than a beast. Conner is a scholarly to his bones with an intellect to match his vast curiosity. He loves a good mystery and relishes deciphering old texts and scrolls even after years of retirement. He has a funny habit of talking to himself in Gaelic, often cursing in it too. When he becomes focused on his books the world fades away and it takes nothing short of physically pulling him away to get his attention. Over the last five years Conner’s temper has become harder and harder to keep down, foten flaring black from the littlest things, but he keeps a learned handle on it, often boxing at the gym to work off excess stress and rage (he brings his won fireproof bag). He’s seriously protective of his collection of coins and other artifacts he’s collected over the years. Damaging, stealing, or just touching what isn’t yours makes Marcus go very quiet with a look that could kill. Miscellaneous Conner has a pet dog named Duchess, a spoiled rotten Akida with white fur.

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