Minato Namikaze

The Greenbriar Miracles

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"Ah for fucks sake."

His tired, croaky voice came from underneath several blankets on a couch in a small room. He threw his hands up to his head and cradled his pained cranium, sore from last night's solitary alcohol. He groaned and stumbled out of bed and slouched to the washroom. The man he saw in the mirror didn't seem familiar to him. The cold lines and and dark stubble on his face didn't match up to the picture he had of himself in his head. He opened the compartment behind the mirror and grabbed the bottle of Advil, he hastily opened it and poured three pills into his hand before swallowing them dry. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, then returned to his room. What he saw confused and bewildered him.

He had been asleep for easily eleven hours, maybe more; getting to bed at around seven in the morning. However, the world beyond his window remained illuminated by morning sunlight. Furthermore, the clock atop his wall read ten AM. He furrowed his brow and doubted himself, but seeing no solution he put it aside. "I need a coffee, shit." He thought while closing his eyes and trying to master his headache. He slowly walked out of the room and threw on his white hoodie and backpack, grabbing his phone and keys off the table near the door. He opened his front door and squinted through the blinding light of the sun into the semi crowded street. Walking down his front steps he pulled the hood over his eyes and began the commute to the coffee shop.

"This is a really strange hangover." He thought with confusion. Last night he had been on the cliffs by the ocean, spending the night with a bottle of Jack. He told his mom that he was going to a grad party to avoid questioning, he came here more often than he'd like to admit. The sounds of the roaring ocean isolated him from the small town life he lived, and the drink calmed him down - numbing him. It wasn't any different from the other times he had done this, however everything around him seemed slightly off. Like when the picture on your TV isn't quite right, almost like interference. Sounds and light seemed to have an inconsistency contrary to what he normally experienced the morning after. He hoped the coffee would fix this.

He stood outside the shop staring at the quaint little sign that read "Cliffside Cafe" before pushing the door open. He approached the barista and ordered a double double before sitting down at a window seat and taking a book out of his bag. "The Catcher In the Rye" was plastered across the cover. He quite liked this book, he felt that it was an eye opener for people. He was engrossed in the pages and his eyes flickered from word to word, "...You'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused, frightened, and even sickened by human behavior. You are by no means.." His reading was cut short by a feminine voice cutting through the air. "Sir? Your coffee." She handed him the hot cup and walked off. He opened the lid and allowed the liquid to cool a little before taking that first revitalizing sip.

It was as if the whole world had taken it with him. Everything sped up a little, like the lowest fast forward setting on the DVD player. He nearly dropped his coffee all over the book in shock. "This is not okay. What the shit?" He looked around in panic, before closing his eyes and trying to calm down. Something wasn't right, maybe he was having a panic attack? He didn't know. However, when he opened his eyes, things had returned to normal. "I should see Doctor Green..." He thought with adrenaline coursing through him. He packed up his things and walked out of the shop with coffee in hand. His phone went off in his pocket, startling him and almost making him drop his drink once again. He paused to pull the device from his jeans and glance at the notification. "Tyler, I need the software by tomorrow. I'm sorry for the short notice, double pay for this though. You're a life saver.". "You've got to be kidding me, I don't have the drive for this today." His current employer breathing down his neck with a short notice deadline made his morning much worse than it already was. Although he couldn't complain about the five hundred dollars he'd be receiving the next day. "Looks like it's another day of work." He thought grudgingly. He settled down in a park just off Beach Street and found cover in shade to pull out his laptop.

The Greenbriar Miracles

My character

Name: Tyler Blackwell

Appearance:6'3 with brown hair, green eyes and black square glasses. Dress in hoodies and jeans, occasionally cargo pants. Sometimes wears plaid. He fidgets often and has a slight slouch. He has a deep and rather loud voice that dominates conversation.

Personality: Tyler is an introverted and pessimistic guy who stays inside most days working on code or sleeping. He's been diagnosed with clinical depression however he refused to take the medication prescribed to him. Despite his shut in nature he does posses a few close friends that he's acquired over his years in school. Tyler doesn't talk much, preferring to speak when he can actually say something meaningful rather than mindless conversation; however if you breach the right subject he's likely to not shut up. He's extremely intelligent, breaking the genius quotient at an IQ of 158. He often lets this go to his head and has developed somewhat of a superiority complex against his peers, he believes that his way is the right way since he is smarter than the people who disagree with him.

Likes: Computers, Video games, Metal music, Reading, Philosophy

Dislikes: Most people, Being told what to do, Social events, naivety

Hobbies: Programming; particularly malware and security exploits, perfecting video games, reading

Background: Tyler was born into a broken home, his father abused his mother for several years before abandoning both of them - and his mother lived off unemployment to supply the drug problem she developed after his father left. His mother ignored him for a large portion of his childhood and didn't notice the extraordinary rate of progression at which he developed. Tyler learned to read when he was two, and could solve math problems when he was three. The teachers definitely noticed though, skipping him through grades 2, 6, and 9. This made him far younger than all of his other classmates and put the possibility of friends quite far out the window. He found his first true hobby in grade 3 at the school computer by toying around with the back end components of the operating system. It took him several years to buy his own computer however, by the tenth grade he had become a well versed coder fluent in many programming languages. He even had managed to find a friend or two, albeit they rarely spoke outside of school. He soon realized that he could turn his programming talent into a source of income by selling his code online, the software with the highest demand obviously being malware. He made several hundred dollars a month by selling malicious code on the deep web, keeping most of it saved in a paypal account. By the eleventh grade Tyler had slowed down and began to look at the world for what he perceived it to be - terrible. He developed apathy towards the things in his life and began to miss school, doing many of his courses online. The school councilor noticed this behavior and referred him to a doctor in the nearby city, after a few sessions with him Tyler was diagnosed with depression and put on medication. He didn't even try the medication, choosing instead to try and find a purpose to work towards in his life. He though about this for a long time, close to a year, before decided that his purpose was change. Society had to be remodeled, and with the growing dependence on computer systems to house the security of government and corporation secrets he was the perfect person to do it. He joined an online "hacktivism" group to attempt to reach his goals.

The Greenbriar Miracles

Is this okay?

My character

Name: Tyler Blackwell

Appearance:6'3 with brown hair, green eyes and black square glasses. Dress in hoodies and jeans, occasionally cargo pants. Sometimes wears plaid. He fidgets often and has a slight slouch. He has a deep and rather loud voice that dominates conversation.

Personality: Tyler is an introverted and pessimistic guy who stays inside most days working on code or sleeping. He's been diagnosed with clinical depression however he refused to take the medication prescribed to him. Despite his shut in nature he does posses a few close friends that he's acquired over his years in school. Tyler doesn't talk much, preferring to speak when he can actually say something meaningful rather than mindless conversation; however if you breach the right subject he's likely to not shut up. He's extremely intelligent, breaking the genius quotient at an IQ of 158. He often lets this go to his head and has developed somewhat of a superiority complex against his peers, he believes that his way is the right way since he is smarter than the people who disagree with him.

Likes: Computers, Video games, Metal music, Reading, Philosophy

Dislikes: Most people, Being told what to do, Social events, naivety

Hobbies: Programming; particularly malware and security exploits, perfecting video games, reading

Background: Tyler was born into a broken home, his father abused his mother for several years before abandoning both of them - and his mother lived off unemployment to supply the drug problem she developed after his father left. His mother ignored him for a large portion of his childhood and didn't notice the extraordinary rate of progression at which he developed. Tyler learned to read when he was two, and could solve math problems when he was three. The teachers definitely noticed though, skipping him through grades 2, 6, and 9. This made him far younger than all of his other classmates and put the possibility of friends quite far out the window. He found his first true hobby in grade 3 at the school computer by toying around with the back end components of the operating system. It took him several years to buy his own computer however, by the tenth grade he had become a well versed coder fluent in many programming languages. He even had managed to find a friend or two, albeit they rarely spoke outside of school. He soon realized that he could turn his programming talent into a source of income by selling his code online, the software with the highest demand obviously being malware. He made several hundred dollars a month by selling malicious code on the deep web, keeping most of it saved in a paypal account. By the eleventh grade Tyler had slowed down and began to look at the world for what he perceived it to be - terrible. He developed apathy towards the things in his life and began to miss school, doing many of his courses online. The school councilor noticed this behavior and referred him to a doctor in the nearby city, after a few sessions with him Tyler was diagnosed with depression and put on medication. He didn't even try the medication, choosing instead to try and find a purpose to work towards in his life. He though about this for a long time, close to a year, before decided that his purpose was change. Society had to be remodeled, and with the growing dependence on computer systems to house the security of government and corporation secrets he was the perfect person to do it. He joined an online "hacktivism" group to attempt to reach his goals.

Death Note (With Some Twists)

Is the OOC being made?

Death Note (With Some Twists)

@Alina13 Well the Shinigami could've gotten into a group fight and lost their notes all in one spot, or maybe one Shinigami stole multiple notes from others and dropped them.

Also, interested.

Academy of Noble Arms

(Ignore this post, I had began posting as someone else also did and my post conflicted with theirs.)

Academy of Noble Arms

@Altasaire Is that your chaos ability?

Academy of Noble Arms

Winston had enough of this little girl speaking to him like he was an idiot, He believed himself to be smarter than everyone else in the room. It was time to prove to them that he wasn't some nerd they could push around like a rag doll.

"I'll toss a bullet up into the air as an escape route alternate to my backpack, I'd rather not reveal the location of all my ammunition right now. This should go without a hitch assuming that grey kid doesn't butt in, that would complicate things. He began calculating his move as he stood up from his chair, reaching into his bag as he did so and pulling a bullet out.

"Have you ever played chess?" Winston asked calmy, retaining his temper. After asking his question he underhand tossed a bullet eleven feet up into the air,

"I assume her noble arm isn't just rocks, chances are she can do something to that bullet. So I'll consider it a tester, But I know that she doesn't know about the one in her pocket; or the supply in my backpack. Making those points my main basis for assault, hopefully those rocks don't have some ridiculous hidden ability."

After his forethought Winston concentrated the abilities of his noble arm and teleported to the bullet he had placed in Nishka's back pocket, placing him directly behind her at a close enough distance behind her to smell the shampoo in her hair.

"This is referred to as a checkmate."

The taunt was uttered into her ear as he positioned his firearm behind her skull with unexpected speed.

"One more word out of your disrespectful mouth and I'll put a bullet through your cervical vertebrae and paralyze you for life, Even if your noble arm is capable of stopping my bullets; Human reaction time isn't fast enough to catch them before they hit you. You have no chance of success here, so how about you sit down and keep your mouth shut around me next time."

Academy of Noble Arms

Just for future reference for anyone, Whenever Winston is thinking to himself the text will look like this. Sorry for confusion.

Academy of Noble Arms

@Altasaire
"What a nuisance, he's obviously doesn't appreciate the flow of thought."

"Yes it would seem we're in the same class, although I hope her and I aren't seated together. Being next to someone like her would slow down my efficiency by atleast forty percent."

He glanced over at Nishka,

"No offence of course, I just don't want you slowing me down is all." Winston's fake smile and derogatory comment were made with the intention of sparking a reaction from the girl. As he finished his remark he reached into his bag under the table and pulled one of his bullets out of the bag and slid it into the metal railing inside the desk, without the two people noticing of course.

"If tries to start a fight I've got the enormous advantage, Wouldn't be so bad to humiliate her on the first day; after all all she has is a bag of rocks." He internally chuckled at the seemingly useless noble arm. One of Winston's pet peeves was people assuming that their abilities exceed someone else's before knowing a thing about them, exactly what the girl had done in the hallway. When he had planted a bullet in her pocket his only intention was to gain an edge in the event of a fight, they seemed pretty common from the display outside. However after she put her big head on display he had decided to teach her a lesson.