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Syren - The Sounds of War (Oct. 14, 2011, RP never started)

Name: Syren
Clan: Pop of the West
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Appearance: She is small, only 5'2", but her platinum blonde-dyed hair reaches all the way down her back. The roots are showing at the top, revealing a brunette history she'd rather cover up. Those sparkling baby blue eyes that wowed the public in her youth have dulled a little now, but they can still render a man weak in the knees just with a glance. Her face needs a little more makeup than it did before to maintain that radiant glow, but she's still what most people would call attractive.
She still dresses as she did in her glory days, the halter tops that stopped right above her midriff and tight shorts that can't quite make it down to cover her knees. It's remained her trademark after all these years. It's amazing how many different shades of pink she's been able to find for her shirts, but she still can't find a way to hide the slowly emerging bulges playing havoc with her curves. That's why she's taking this final shot at glory.
Bio: Syren grew up in the South but when she started showing some talent, her momma got stars in her eyes. She moved the family out West and trotted Syren out to all the record labels. She didn't really get any bites until she turned 18 and was all fully developed into the polished pop star that record execs love to sign. She made her first album within 6 months, none of the written material her own despite offering up songs, and "Syren's Call" became a number one hit in twelve countries, propelling her to stardom.
However, Syren couldn't contain the lightning in a bottle she had captured with her smash hit. Two follow-up records were widely panned, and when she finally got to release some of her own material, while it was critically successful, it too was ignored by the populace in favor of the newer pop stars of the day. She was resigned to being just another faded star appearing on infomercials and dancing competitions, when she got summoned by the High Council. Amazed that the Rolling Stones would call her to such a meeting, she's intent on using this opportunity to relaunch her career, and possibly taste glory one last time before she becomes too old for the pop game.

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Jennifer "Raven" Mays - Journey of the Elementals (June 21, 2011-March 19, 2015

Name: Jennifer "Raven" Mays

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Mastery: Nightshade

Rank: Mage

Appearance: She has dark black medium length hair, a very obvious dye job, the front fringes of which almost cover brown eyes. Freckles dot her face, though she tries to cover them up with makeup and she has both ears as well as her nose pierced, the nose piercing somewhat botched, scarring present.

Her build is nothing special, standing 5'5", she is slightly overweight, and she hides it as best she can under her robe, which is colored to match her adopted hair color, with a dull gray sash tying it off. She's had no desire to alter it in anyway, preferring the solid black.

Demeanor: Raven is a depressing person, mostly due to the events of her life so far. She always speaks in a hushed tone, about 10dbs above a whisper, and the majority of the stuff she has to say is about how bleak her life has been up to this point, and how the world sucks. No one at the Academy has yet been able to coax a smile off of her, and the only thing she shows any semblance of enjoying is practicing the dark arts.

History: Jennifer was born to hard-working peasant farmers from outside of the port city, who mostly focused on providing vegetables to the restaurants of the city. Her freckles, pale skin and bright red hair immediately set her apart from the other children in the area, and when she was brought out to play with the other children, they teased her relentlessly for it. Ten minutes couldn't go by with a shot at her looks, and she was the butt of every joke. Her parents refused to believe her complaints or do anything outside of supposed talks to their parents, but it never stopped. It got so bad that one day when she was six, the other kids trapped Jennifer inside a drainage pipe, sealing her in for two hours before they got bored and left. That time in the darkness wasn't so bad for the young girl however. She felt at home stuck in the shadows, it was like an enveloping cloak around her, and for the first time she felt content. Comforted. Normal.

When she was eight and the torment had degraded to mostly verbal attacks, she started exhibiting different talents. Magical talents. Her parents urged her not to use her newly developing powers unwisely, however, the thought of revenge was too strong for the young girl. The next day she was back out amongst the other kids, and she tried to use her magic to turn them all ugly, to punish them for what they did, but her magic was newly found. It was weak, unable to do anything but muss one of the other girl's hair. She was further ostracized from the group and remained an outcast until she was called away to the academy at age ten.

Upon arrival she was quickly disappointed to learn that she would not be able to turn all the mean kids back home into toads or anything like that, and sensing the dark motivation in the girl, the focusing placed her in the Nightshade specialization. Her disappointment didn't lift, continuing to override her personality, but she did embrace her chosen class, dressing in all black and even dyeing her hair to match. She's been slowly progressing through the ranks at the academy, hoping to one day gain enough dark powers to return to her home community and properly pay her bullies back for the early years of her life.

Link: Here

Concept of RP from this thread: Here

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Sammi "The Viking" Makela - Wealth, Adventure and the Open Sea: A One Piece RP (June 11, 2011-Nov. 8, 2012)

Name: Sammi Makela
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance: Sammi is a tall woman, standing 6'0", with long blond hair and light blue eyes showing her supposed heritage. She cuts an imposing figure, years on the sea have given her a very toned body. She likes to think she could be in the running for beauty of the sea, but other people would probably not put her up that far. She's usually wearing a red tank top, black pants, sandals and a sky blue headband.

Background: Sammi was born on the island of Lillestad. When she was growing up, she would wait at home for her father after he returned home from long days of fishing the sea. Once he was home, he would tell young Sammi stories of the sea, and of their ancestors who were supposedly great warriors long ago. As she grew up, she was more attached to the sea and determined to make her living off of it, but her father said no. No daughter of his would have to work for pay. This shocking commandment angered the young girl.

Sammi decided that her father couldn't tell her what to do and snuck away to the port on the other side of the island, looking to get on whatever ship she could. The only ship in port that day belonged to one Captain Hartley. He looked skeptical to take on the young girl but made a deal with her. He would allow her to sail with his crew, if she treated him to a proper meal beforehand. Sammi wasn't thrilled with the prospect of having to cook for a spot, especially if it meant she was pretty much auditioning for a chef's spot, but she was relieved when she realized that any cooked meal would do. The two went to a local tavern and the dinner was actually rather enjoyable, except for desert, that was strange tasting. The fruit on top of her parfait seemed a bit off. However, that was nothing compared to the conditions that Captain Hartley sprung on her.

He told Sammi that in order to be on his ship, every member had to be useful, and while she didn't appear to bring much to the table, he could fix that. The fruit that adorned her desert was the Nawa Nawa no Mi fruit, one that he couldn't trust to a member of his crew who might use it's powers for mutinous purposes. However, a doe-eyed young girl, still with the shred of innocence and wonder, and a drive for the open sea, she could use the power. And that's how Sammi was drafted into the pirate lifestyle.

Sammi became indispensable on board the Thrasher, her newly gained abilities making things easier, but she got a lot of guff from the crew members on board who were not pleased that she got the Devil Fruit that Hartley had been holding onto for so long. All the Captain told her to do was to stand her ground, and use her powers if she needed to, with his blessing. After a couple of upside down hangings from the rigging, the crew started to back off, but they weren't willing to help her at all during the raids the ship performed. There were a couple of close calls at first, Sammi had never fought in any kind of conflict in her life, and her powers were not always able to be used to their full potential, which depressed her. She confessed this to Hartley, who had been the one to come to her aid during those times she was almost captured and she told the Captain that maybe she should just be taken home. They got talking about her old life and when Hartley learned about the stories she was told as a child, he urged Sammi to embrace her heritage, to become the fierce warrior of her families past. With some training from the Captain, she got better at fighting, and after some time, she was one of the most feared members of Hartley's crew, her weapons, fighting style and heritage earning her the nickname of "The Viking."

One night, when the ship was docked in the port of Belhampton, Hartley and Sammi were on land looking for a place that would cater to their crew, but they need not have bothered. The Marines were ready to take care of that for them. They blitzed the ship and captured everyone before heading into the town for the main prizes; the captain and his devil fruit companion. It was a quick run through the town before the landing party caught up to the two. Hartley told Sammi to get away as far as she could while he held them off. Sammi was reluctant to abandon the Captain to this fate, but it was an order. He told her he would find her the next day, but as dawn broke on the woods North of the port, the captain and the Marines were nowhere to be found. Sammi was the last Thrasher crew member remaining, and the Marines would be sure to come back for her.

Faced with the task of finding another ship so she could get off the map until the heat died down, Sammi went looking for a crew that could use her talents, maintain the level of integrity that she had cultivated with Hartley, and most importantly, help eventually break the Captain out of the Marines compound. Captain Peter's ship was the first one she came across, so that is where she began plotting how to eventually break Hartley free.

Personality: Due to her time on the Thrasher, Sammi has grown to put up a very tough front, feeling it necessary to assert herself amongst the male-dominated profession she had become a part of. In battle she fights with the ferocity of the Vikings that Hartley told her of in the past. However, when by herself or with people she truly trusts (so far Hartley is the only one that has qualified), she exposes her true nature. She is much more open, quick to let the emotions come out, the anti-thesis of the image she projects on deck.

Skills/Abilities: In battle, Sammi's weapon of choice is a twin pair of hand axes, useful for boarding opposing ships, or taking a chunk out of someone's neck. They don't allow for a lot of range, and when thrown, they aren't very accurate, but in close, she is a force, and opponents usually are in close, whether they like it or not, thanks to her ability.

The night she ate the Nawa Nawa no Mi fruit, Sammi gained the ability to generate and manipulate various lengths of rope, that can be used to help patch the ship, fetch things, or tie her opponents up into neat little packages to be chopped. She's gotten much better with her talents with the years of practice, but she's still vulnerable since they are slow moving ropes if not given a little boost to start, and if she's not able to loop the target on the first try, they are able to go on the attack, but again, getting in close is a bad idea with her axes going.

Bounty: 35,000
Final Bounty: 13,000,000

Role on the crew: First Mate/Fighter

Link: Here

One Piece - Legends of the Blue Sea (April 17, 2015-April 20, 2015)

Name: Sammi Makela

Gender: Female

Nicknames/Aliases: Sam, I guess, but I prefer Sammi. Don't think my crewmates would call me what the Navy calls me.

Epithet: 'The Viking'

Age: 22

Appearance: Sammi is a tall woman, standing 6'0", with long blond hair and light blue eyes showing her supposed heritage. She cuts an imposing figure, years on the sea have given her a very toned body. She likes to think she could be in the running for beauty of the sea, but other people would probably not put her up that far. She's usually wearing a red tank top, black pants, sandals and a sky blue headband.

Approximation of what Sammi looks like (With Blue eyes instead of purple)

Bounty: 135,000 belli

Hometown: North Blue, Lillestad Island (If it has to be one mentioned in the manga, I'll swap to Rubeck)

Pirate Crew: TBD

Role: Cook/Fighter

Abilities & Skills: In battle, Sammi's weapon of choice is a twin pair of hand axes, useful for boarding opposing ships, or taking a chunk out of someone's neck. They don't allow for a lot of range, and when thrown, they aren't very accurate, but in close, she is a force, and opponents usually are in close, whether they like it or not, thanks to her ability.

As the cook, she is able to cook food decently enough. It's not going to rival the great chefs, but it's not going to taste like bilge water either.

Devil Fruit Sheet

Name: Nawa Nawa No Mi

Type: Paramythya

Effects: Enables the user to growth lengths of rope out from their body, usually the fingers and toes. These ropes can be fully manipulated by the user until they are detached from the body. After detachment, they can still be manipulated, but can no longer grow in length.

Techniques: They allow Sammi to help repair the ship, fetch things or tie up opponents in a neat package for chopping up. She hasn't refined it to the point where she has actual technique names for what she does, aside from "The Whip" or something similar.

Weaknesses:The ropes are slow moving if not given a momentum boost to start, so if Sammi doesn't loop something on the first try, she's left vulnerable. Also they are extensions of her body, so if sliced while attached, she feels the pain, even if it doesn't physically affect her.

Personality: Due to her time on the Thrasher, Sammi has grown to put up a very tough front, feeling it necessary to assert herself amongst the male-dominated profession she had become a part of. In battle she fights with the ferocity of the Vikings that Hartley told her of in the past. However, when by herself or with people she truly trusts (so far Hartley is the only one that has qualified), she exposes her true nature. She is much more open, quick to let the emotions come out, the anti-thesis of the image she projects on deck.

Biography (Cause it's kinda long)

Sammi was born on the island of Lillestad. When she was growing up, she would wait at home for her father after he returned home from long days of fishing the sea. Once he was home, he would tell young Sammi stories of the sea, and of their ancestors who were supposedly great warriors long ago. As she grew up, she was more attached to the sea and determined to make her living off of it, but her father said no. No daughter of his would have to work for pay. This shocking commandment angered the young girl. Her mother tried her best to help her learn the tricks of the house; how to cook, how to clean in the shortest amount of time, stuff like that. She learned, but she never liked it, and would still pester her father to take her out onto the ocean. Every time he would say no.

Eventually, Sammi decided that her father couldn't tell her what to do and snuck away to the port on the other side of the island, looking to get on whatever ship she could. The only ship in port that day belonged to one Captain Hartley. He looked skeptical to take on the young girl but made a deal with her. He would allow her to sail with his crew, if she treated him to a proper meal beforehand. Sammi wasn't thrilled with the prospect of having to cook for a trip, especially if it meant she was pretty much auditioning for a chef's spot, but she was relieved when she realized that any cooked meal would do. The two went to a local tavern and the dinner was actually rather enjoyable, except for desert, that was strange tasting. The fruit on top of her parfait seemed a bit off. However, that was nothing compared to the conditions that Captain Hartley sprung on her.

He told Sammi that in order to be on his ship, every member had to be useful, and while she didn't appear to bring much to the table, he could fix that. The fruit that adorned her desert was the Nawa Nawa no Mi fruit, one that he couldn't trust to a member of his crew who might use it's powers for mutinous purposes. However, a doe-eyed young girl, still with the shred of innocence and wonder, and a drive for the open sea, she could use the power for him. And that's how Sammi was drafted into the pirate lifestyle.

Sammi became indispensable on board the Thrasher, her newly gained abilities making things much easier, but she got a lot of guff from the crew members on board who were not pleased that she got the Devil Fruit that Hartley had been holding onto for so long. All the Captain told her to do was to stand her ground, and use her powers if she needed to, with his blessing. After a couple of upside down hangings from the rigging, the crew started to back off, but they weren't willing to help her at all during the raids the ship performed. There were a couple of close calls at first, Sammi had never fought in any kind of conflict in her life, and her powers were not always able to be used to their full potential, which depressed her. She confessed this to Hartley, who had been the one to come to her aid during those times she was almost captured and she told the Captain that maybe she should just be taken home. They got talking about her old life and when Hartley learned about the stories she was told as a child, he urged Sammi to embrace her heritage, to become the fierce warrior of her families past. With some training from the Captain, she got better at fighting, and after some time, she was one of the most feared members of Hartley's crew, her weapons, fighting style and heritage earning her the nickname of "The Viking."

One night, when the ship was docked in a port on East Blue, Hartley and Sammi were on land looking for a place that would cater to their crew, but they need not have bothered. The Marines were ready to take care of that for them. They blitzed the ship and captured everyone before heading into the town for the main prizes; the captain and his devil fruit companion. It was a quick run through the town before the landing party caught up to the two. Hartley told Sammi to get away as far as she could while he held them off. Sammi was reluctant to abandon the Captain to this fate, but it was an order. He told her he would find her the next day, but as dawn broke on the woods north of the port, the captain and the Marines were nowhere to be found. Sammi was the last Thrasher crew member remaining, and the Marines would be sure to come back for her.

Faced with the task of finding another ship so she could get off the map until the heat died down, Sammi went looking for a crew that could use her talents, maintain the level of integrity that she had cultivated with Hartley, and most importantly, help eventually break the Captain out of the Marines compound. And at this point, she was even willing to cook for it.

Theme Song: Just because it's prettiful and I like it.

Other: Sammi likes to drink. A lot. Enough that she'll betray herself and flirt if necessary to get free drinks.

Link: Here

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{A Shawna @NeoAJ and Jack @Bee collab}

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There wasn’t much research available to compare the mood entering this particular dance, but despite Jack’s pump up speech, Shawna had to conclude it was definitely more subdued than anything else. It seemed like everyone was going to show up fashionably late to an event that promised to be crawling with “authority figures” intent on enforcing this whole “no emotions” idea of theirs. It still didn’t make any damn sense. But it was the first function where Shawna was attending as a patron, not a volunteer at coat check, and it was going to be memorable damn it.

Besides, it wasn’t like they could completely eliminate everything, and Shawna had been practicing some more covert techniques that would be of use here. She may now have the ability to stuff a flask in her cleavage, but it certainly fit well into the secret pouch of her purse that she decided to bring. Best $75 she ever spent having that dude from Fort Lauderdale guide her to the best stashing spot she could have on her person. She took out the container, unscrewed the top and unleashed some of the sweet silver-shining liquid. Tequila wasn’t her first choice, but it was going to be the most effective since her father’s whiskey supplies were now off-limits. Sated, she handed the flask towards her escort for the evening. “Would like you like a bit of the Jose Cuervo special Jack? Or are you saving it for later?”

Man, this party was LAME. He figured there would be more energy than there was right now, but considering that this was about one of the most whack Valentine’s Day dances he’d ever been to, he shouldn’t have been that surprised. That didn’t mean he couldn’t carry a party on his own, however. Jack had many tricks up his sleeve that would hopefully make the party better than it was right now.

Apparently, Shawna had her own idea of a party as well, watching her pull a flask out of seemingly nowhere and take a sip out of it. Jack had no idea that Shawna was even remotely capable of such a thing. He was gawking just a bit. He knew damn well what a flask implied. However, he couldn’t really drink, considering he was driving. ”I’m driving tonight, dude. Can’t drink right now.” She shrugged, chuckling. ”Didn’t know you had that in you… or on you, I guess.”

Shawna legit giggled at that. “There is a lot you apparently don’t know about me, Jack ma boy! And I respect that choice. You are being exactly the kind of gentleman my dad would approve of. Plus, I heard what happened last time at one of these things. Definitely a good idea to keep the ability to get your car out of harm’s way.” She took another swig and then tucked it back into the designated compartment. There was so much padding on her purse, no one would ever tell it was in there. Plus, and this was the ingenious part, it looked metallic, but it was actually made out of silicone. No way it could set off a metal detector. It was genius if she did say so herself.

“Anyway, I think our work is cut out for us. Doesn’t seem to be much of a vibe going here.”

Jack chuckled, “I see that now.” Jack quickly eyed Shawna’s purse, watching her stuff her flask away and act as if nothing had happened. Damn. Too bad Jack couldn’t get away with that. There were many a situation where something like that could potentially prove to be useful. But he wasn’t a girl, and having a purse like that as a man like him was plenty a reason to suspect him.

“Hey, I’ve been in whacker. Just stick with me.” Jack continued to walk along, ”Hopefully we find something neat.”

“Hey, worse case, as you said, we bail on this thing and go get burgers or something,” Shawna affirmed. “Or, just be really cheap, eat whatever food they got from the caterers and save our money.” As the two got closer, the strains of slow cheesy pop ballads could be heard wafting from the club. Shawna rolled her eyes at hearing the sounds of Charlie Puth. And not the good Charlie Puth, when he sounds like he actually knows what he’s talking about, the lame Charlie Puth when he sounds like he got all his knowledge on love from a sex education class in Utah. “Let’s hope the playlist is just running through all the terrible songs first.”

”Man, these tunes are… WHACK.” Jack wasn’t entirely looking to hear what appeared to be the most inappropriate song for an event like this. They were supposed to be turnt up and not be listening to Charlie Puth try to weasel his way into someone’s pants. Why would he try to Marvin Gaye and get it on when he has a bunch of other people One Call Away? It made no sense.

”So, what do you wanna do first? You wanna get a couple of drinks or something first?”

Shawna shrugged. “I dunno, I guess I thought there would be more to these things. I mean, the rumors I’ve heard… Anyway, um, sure, drinks sounds good, Jack.”

”I did too… Jack glanced at Shawna, before walking over to the drinks table to see what was up. There was your standard variety of drinks - a punch fountain, water, lemonade, and some unidentifiable fizzy drink. ”Yo, if you want something good, lemme make you some of the Jack special.” Since Jack had been to many a dance, and they tend to have the same sort of refreshments there, he had figured out a way to make the most of what he had.

Taking a couple of cups out of their sleeve, Jack got a couple scoops of punch in both cups, before following up with splashes of lemonade. Turning around, Jack raised the cup to Shawna’s face, offering it to her. ”Here, I call this the Jack special.”

The cup was graciously accepted by the woman in the white-and-blue dress. Her dad would have told her to never accept a drink from a boy in a social setting, but at this point, Jack struck her as the last male who would put anything in her cup.

Shawna took a sip, then paused. It tasted like someone put something in her cup.

The punch and lemonade flavors worked well, but there was definitely something extra in there. Something boozy. Was it vodka? There was nothing else other than the lemon and fruit. It had to be something like that.

Which means Jack probably shouldn’t be drinking it if he wanted to get the Viper home.

“Jack, if you’re really committed to this whole not-drinking thing you have going, I’m going to recommend you don’t drink what you just gave me.”

Jack was a bit confused, before he connected the dots in his head. ”Oh shit, they spiked these things?” Jack looked at his cup. ”Damn! I almost took a sip myself.” Jack took a glance at the bowl he just got the punch from, ”Well, at least you don’t have to take your special flask out when it’s already done for us.”

Shawna tilted her head back and forth. “Well, I may still go to it, but it’s nice to know there is someone looking out for us. Here, c’mon, take me to the table, we’ll see if we can’t find you a nice non-spiked drink.” She took the other cup from Jack to make sure he wasn’t tempted and drained her initial one so she wouldn’t be carrying around two cups and looking weird. “Worse case, the water is bottled. I doubt it’s going to be spiked… Unless someone was really committed and did that thing I saw on the internet to get it full of vodka…”

Shame Jack was driving. Spiked punch sounded great right now, but he had to abide by his word. He was Shawna’s ride home and he didn’t feel like wrapping the Viper around a tree, especially with Shawna inside of it. ”At that point I’m just gonna call us an Uber. If our water bottles have vodka in them, then clearly someone wants us to party.” Jack glanced over at the table, the one that he could safely assume that Shawna wanted to head over to.

”Alright. I’ll take you to your table.” He smiled, sticking his elbow out so that Shawna could hook it.

“One sec, Jack,” Shawna told him as she sampled the wares of the punch fountain. Heavily syruped fruit juice and flat ginger ale… and nothing else. “I can confirm that you are clear to drink out of the fountain. It appears to be clean.” She gave the thumbs up as she came over and hooked her arm around Jack’s. “Escort me, sir.”

Smiling softly, he appreciated Shawna’s initiative. Looking out for his tail like that was always something that Jack could appreciate. Shuffling over to the nearest table, Jack pulled out the nearest chair, allowing Shawna to sit in it as he would opt to stand instead. ”Man, if the tunes weren’t so whack I figured we could go dance or something. But, how the fuck are we supposed to get turnt to this shit? I thought this school knew how to party.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was told too,” Shawna sighed as she took the seat that Jack had pulled out and rested her head on her arm. “I guess this is what happens when the teachers do all the planning and monitoring and bullshit like that. I swear, sometimes they take way too much interest in their students for their own good.” She looked over at the bored-looking DJ, slowly spinning the most inoffensive pop hits of the past three decades. Some dude was warbling about being taken higher now. Garbage.

She looked over at Jack. “I guess there are definitely worse people I could be here with to bask in the glory of this crappy music with though. That makes it a better party than it would be otherwise.”

Jack eventually plopped down into the nearest seat and sighed. He glanced over at Shawna as he listened to her talk about the party. ”That’s mad gay, Shawna…” Jack teased, before he had a mini brainwave, ”Hey, speaking of gay, why don’t we go find your Sunshine? Gives us something to do, at least.”

Shawna looked around to try and spot her Sunshine, but it turns out she didn’t have to. Sunshine had spotted them first. However, Shawna was quick to notice her girlfriend making her way across the dance floor. She returned her wave and stood up, ready to greet the bringer of more punch. Dang, I’m going to be buzzing quicker than I thought I guess…

She blushed slightly under the tender peck on the cheek but made sure to adjust herself so none of the punch splashed on a dress that was highly susceptible to showing off Red Dye #5. Sunshine meanwhile had a message for Jack.

”I appreciate what you’re doing for our girl here, Jack, I really do. But let me make it very, very clear that if I so much as see you look at her the wrong way, I’ll break your perfectly chiseled jaw. Got it?”

Shawna had to giggle about how protective Sunshine was being. Not that she had any doubts that her girlfriend could take on her fake boyfriend in a fight. “Don’t worry. My dad made very clear the repercussions for askew glances.”

Well, that didn’t take long. As soon as Jack turned around, there Sunshine was. Jack laughed at the idea of Sunshine breaking his jaw, but he understood the sentiment. Anyone else he’d stand up and challenge their statement, but since this was Shawna’s girl he’d figure he’d let it slide. ”Got no problems on my end over here.” Jack said, holding his hands up.

”I’m just here so that Shawna doesn’t get in trouble.”

"My knight in shining armor," Shawna confirmed. "He's no match for my queen in... a stunning dress, hun. Still can't believe you found that. As Sunshine remarked about the quality of the refreshments, Shawna nodded. "More where that came from too. Plus Jack is graciously serving as the DD tonight." She winked at her official date, who could now be considered a good friend.

Wild how much better this calendar year was going for Shawna considering the shitshow of last year. Even if the dance was lame. At least someone had the good sense to request some different music. She wasn't much for the 1D crowd, but anything was better than what they were playing. Of course, now that Sunshine was back in her orbit, Shawna doubted she would pay the music much mind anymore.

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Erika Staal and the crew of the Black Angel - The Spirit of Chivalry (Jan. 29, 2011-May 13, 2011)

Captain's Sheet

Name: Erika Staal

Age: 26 (Earth Years)

Sex: Female

Appearance: Erika is Caucasian, standing at 5'7", weighing 130lbs. She has short, blonde hair, the bangs swept across her forehead, with the rest coming to rest just at chin level. Her eyes are blue, the kind of blue seen underneath a frozen pond, and her gaze can be just as icy. She can be described as fairly attractive; nice face, good body. She will wear the standard issue military uniform when on duty, but when off, she prefers to go more casual, with a standard t-shirt and jeans/shorts combo. She wears a necklace considered a family treasure, as it bears a fang from the now extinct polar bear.

Personality: Erika is very ambitious. Feeling as though she is fighting through a male-dominated fleet, she tends to over compensate a little bit, willing to take on missions that any sane person would refuse. She also tries to avoid relying on anyone else's help, not wanting to seem like the little sister that everyone has to save. She gets along well with her crew, they are her trusted partners in this fight, and will defend them to the death. With her superiors, she is barely respectful, still sure she's better than them, and would be in their position if she could get past the the preconceived notions about women in the military. The only person she is willing to take advice from is Lt. Lidstrom.

History: Erika was born on Earth, to a large Canadian family. She was the youngest child out of five kids, with four older brothers. They had a proud military history, all Staals serving for the Earth in their battles, and naturally Erika wanted to serve as well, to prove she could be just as good as her older siblings. She enlisted and after a year's training, she became a pilot on a Corvette, just like the other Staals before. She was good, but she felt she could run the ship better than Captain Brind'Amour. They fought the good fight in many battles, but in one mission, the Hurricane took heavy damage and the entire crew had to bail. Erika's escape pod was the only one that did not malfunction, the rest all perishing. She was retrieved and immediately assigned to a new Corvette that had been commissioned and built to replace the other losses, and was to be staffed by survivors of other destroyed ships, as well as a new recruit.

Notes: Erika was just recently put in charge of her ship, she's seen this as a long time coming, despite her short time in the army and completely re-branded it to suit her image.

Ship Sheet

Name of Ship: Black Angel

Type: Corvette

Members: Captain: Lt. Commander Erika Staal, F, 26, ex-Hurricane

Pilot: Lt. Nicole Lidstrom, F, 39, ex-Red Wing, a veteran pilot, it came down to her and Erika to see who officially be captain of the ship, and Nicole was the first choice, but turned it down as she preferred to remain pilot. Despite the age difference, she has a lot of respect for Erika, and maintains a picture of class in whatever she does. She also advises Erika on some of the more complicated moves that are performed in battle.

Comm. Officer: Martina St. Louis, F, 35, ex-Thunderstrike, another veteran, an intellectual, joined the army to pay for school, then stayed in when she couldn't find any higher-paying jobs. She's shorter than the others, and doesn't look like much help, but she's very effective at relaying orders, and keeping on top of things.

First Gunner: Michael Green, M, 25, ex-Soaring Eagle, all offense, all the time, Michael doesn't know the meaning of "Cover fire". He goes after whatever enemy ship he can spot, and sometimes gets caught out of position because of his gung-ho attack style.

Second Gunner: Danielle Briere, F, 33, ex-Flyer. The oldest out of the gunners, she's trying to mentor the other three but not doing a very good job. She was the bottom gunner on her old ship, and not used to taking this role. She's still a very good shot though, able to hit targets that almost shouldn't be hit.

Third Gunner: Carrie Price, F, 23, ex-Rampaging Moose, almost the complete opposite of Michael, she's great at deflecting incoming shots, and playing defense, but when called upon to fire away on offense, she's not that good. Also a bit moody, she was picked on a lot on her former ship, which also knocked down her self confidence for a while, until she got a lot better at knocking incoming missiles out of the sky.

Fourth Gunner: Jeff Skinner, M, 19, a rookie, right out of the training academy, Jeff couldn't believe his luck in getting placed on a ship with almost all girls. He tried to score with most of them, especially with Carrie but predictably, got shot down by all, especially by Carrie. He's raw, and doesn't know many tricks, but his talent is unquestioned.

Craft:



Exploits: None for now, this is a relatively new crew, taken off of pieces of other crews that had lost too many members to continue.

Link: Here

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Brandon "Colt" Robertson - Demigods: A Camp Half-Blood RP (Jan. 19, 2011-Sept. 10, 2012) + Demigods 3.0 (Dec. 8, 2012-Nov. 13, 2014)

Name: Brandon "Colt" Robertson
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Ethnicity & Appearance: Brandon is 3/4 Caucasian, 1/4 Hispanic, his grandmother on his mother's side having immigrated from Mexico. He's tall, standing at 6'3", with short dark brown hair, mud brown eyes and perpetually tanned skin due to his heritage. He is built, weighing 220lbs, most of it muscles, thanks to years of practice on the football fields, especially in the legs. He advertises his love for this game by constantly wearing football jerseys, primarily of the Cowboys, wherever he goes, in addition to crisp blue jeans and black running shoes. He has a tattoo on his upper back of a blackened wild horse, a nod to his nickname.

Personality: Brandon is well, let's call it self-confident. He is incredibly sure in his own talents, so much so that he puts himself above all others when it comes to what he can do. The culture he grew up in didn't help, constantly putting him on a pedestal because of what he could do with a football. Once he found out he was a god child, this only made him even more cocky. He is also very hot-headed, once he gets insulted he automatically leads to a confrontation. He is exactly what you expect out of a brash young athlete.

Divine Parent: Ares
Demigod Abilities: Brandon has super strength, enough to break bones with a punch and send people flying. He has slightly enhanced speed, he can run 40 yards in 4.4 seconds. He also has an innate proficiency with weapons. He can pick up almost anything and as long as it can be used to stab, beat or shoot someone, it becomes deadly in his hands.
Weapon(s): Brandon has a pair of Smith and Wesson SW1911 semi automatic hand guns, a "gift" from a SMU booster for leading the Mustangs back to the top of the national football picture. He's become very accurate with these guns and are his go to when he gets in trouble that can't be solved by hitting things. Since he was too young to use these guns before, he used to use a Louisville Slugger baseball bat, since he preferred the All-American approach to violence, but with his latest acquisitions, the bat has become emergency use only.
Enchanted Item(s): Brandon had the ring that he received for winning the 2021 Outback bowl over South Carolina enchanted during one of his summers at camp so that it would be able to generate a brief force field for defense purposes. It doesn't last very long but it is usually enough to protect him if he gets into trouble.

Biography: Brandon is the only child born to his unmarried mother in Denton, Texas. He never knew his father growing up, his mother said he left right after he learned she was pregnant. She raised Brandon as well as she could though. She didn't have much free money but made sure a football was in his crib from the day he was born. As he grew up, he was broiled in the Texas culture. Boys grew up to play football, shoot guns and eat huge steaks. Brandon was no exception. Though steaks were hard to come by for his two job mother, and no one would give a child a gun, the football took to him like a hand to a glove.

As he grew up, Brandon was aware that he was talented, much better than the kids of his age. He was able to run right past them, and if they got in his way, he would just bowl right over them. The papers couldn't explain it, but they were quick to anoint the kid as the next big thing in Texas Football. High schools across the state were clamoring to have him transfer so they could claim to have him on their roster. But Brandon was determined to stay put and went to Denton High.

After his first season for the Broncos, on his 15th birthday in April, his mom revealed to him why he was so much stronger and faster than the other kids his age. 15 years ago, Maria Robertson was down on her luck after leaving home young and working at Chicas Bonitas, a strip club in Dallas. It turns out that one gentleman was very interested in her one night and wanted the VIP treatment. She consented and the two spent the night together. This was getting a little bit too much for Brandon. However, the next day the guy revealed to her that he was actually Ares, the Greek God of War, and that she would be carrying one of his children. Maria was happy, since she assumed this would mean godly sums of money, but that greedy bastard never came through on child support and since he keeps changing his appearance and his name, she couldn't track him down. Not until she was contacted a couple months earlier and told that due to his status, he was selected to start attending a special camp in New York every year. Normally, a 15 year old being told by his mom that she was a stripper would be a bad thing, but still, learning he was a demi-god? This softened the blow a bit.

Brandon took this news pretty well, especially since it did prove that he really was better than everyone else. He was godly. His ego started to swell a bit more, but his talent kept backing it up. He broke a 50 year old Texas state single season rushing record in his junior season, which led to effigies of him being hung and burned in Arlen, and then broke his own record the next year, while leading the Denton High Broncos to back-to-back state class 4A championships. Meanwhile in the summers, instead of training like his coaches wanted, he would go to the Camp and intermingle with the other demi-gods. It was just for a couple of summers until it became time to go to university. Literally every BCS school was after him, imploring him to coming to their school. Instead, once again he opted to stay close to home, attending Southern Methodist University back in Dallas.

He's done well there, leading the school to it's first Bowl game appearance in 10 years in the 2021 Outback Bowl, following it up with a Rose Bowl appearance and a win over the vaunted Purdue Boilermakers there. Now with a 4 month summer, he comes back to Long Island in May to "share his awesomeness" with the other campers. This year, he was finally promoted to counselor of the Ares Cabin.

Relationships With Other Characters: Brandon is single and likes it that way. He likes to be able to play the field, do as he will. But who knows? Perhaps someone can tame that wild nature of his.

Notes: Brandon is projected to be a high first round pick in next year's NFL Draft if he leaves school early. He is not planning on doing this however. He has already made it known that he will not be playing anywhere that is known for snow, except for Indianapolis.

He also has yet to go on a quest despite his status and his length of time at camp. He believes this could be due to the fact that Ares is ashamed he made a demi-god of a stripper's son and doesn't want to acknowledge it.

Links: Here & Here

Project Untamed

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It's tough to imagine a prettier sight then the duelling streaks of purple and orange that paint the sky over the New Mexico desert as the sun is just beginning its ascent. Sure, it's a pain in the butt for most people to wake up early enough to catch the view. But as that big ball of fire begins to rise out of the east, illuminating the rock formations and sending the shadows of brush scattering across the sand, the contrast of color is unlike anything that could be seen anywhere else.

It made Savannah Payton pity those poor fools who decided city living was the way to go. How could people live in those urban zoos like that if they knew what was waiting out here for them? Freaking mindblowing.

It wasn't hard for Sav to get up to catch those first rays. Her 6:30 wakeup time meant she was out on the track by 7am, and the last few weeks, that meant it was the perfect time to see that natural beauty as it graced the Land of Enchantment. As far as she could remember, Savannah was always one of those early risers. The mornings were the best time to run, without the traffic blitzing by in an attempt to beat the rush hour gridlock. Of course, growing up in small-town Sweetwater, Texas, it wasn't exactly bumper-to-bumper traffic. Still, the peace was something to be treasured, especially on perfect fall days like this. The Rocky Mountain chill wasn't truly taking hold yet, but it was cool enough that the desert heat didn't dominate proceedings.

By this point, Savannah had been on the track for almost an hour, pacing herself as she continued to lap imaginary runners in her mind. Today was an endurance day and she was determined to complete her set amount of laps before peeling off and heading into the cafeteria to refuel. The plan was to alternate between long-distance days and sprint days until she got to university and her coach could determine what she should specialize in. It kept her loose and limber. Of course, no matter what speed she ran at, Sav knew she looked good doing it. She's seen some of the photos Bradley has gotten of her mid-stride, and honestly, they are some of the best photos she's ever taken. Even if her hair is a pink mess. Still can't remember why I would ever go blonde and pink... oh well. It'll be brown again soon enough. I hope.

The thoughts were the only things running through Savannah's mind while she was running through her regimen. She rejected the idea of having music playing while she ran. It meant that she couldn't listen to her surroundings, and then how would she know if someone was trying to sneak up on her and attack her or something? It was not worth the trade-off in security just to be able to listen to some Pale Waves while she went through her exercises. If she was in the school gym, that would be a little different. She'd usually be in the corner on the treadmill or doing her leg pumps, and then she would have Sol with her. Sol could give off some dangerous vibes at times, but the mutual respect built in the workout room over the past few weeks made them surprisingly fast friends. Plus, it always helped to have another set of eyes on the lookout.

As her Fitbit beeped to let her know that she had reached a full hour out on the track, Savannah breathed a huge sigh as she finally slowed down to a walking pace. Her duffel bag was still waiting for her on the bleachers, so she went over and grabbed her towel, patting herself all over. She didn't sweat enough for a shower she reasoned, although even if she was dripping like a New York liberal in an Amarillo country bar, she probably wouldn't have bothered. One, the showers were one of the most vulnerable places in the school, even without factoring in the fact that she would be completely naked at the same time. Two, if someone was else there, that meant seeing another woman naked and for some reason, the thought just wasn't palatable at all. It was unnatural to be taking in that kind of sight. At least that's what her parents taught her back in Sweetwater.

Satisfied with herself, Savannah tucked the towel back in the bag, separating it from the satchel that held her books and supplies for her first two classes. She tossed her bomber jacket on over her tank top and made a beeline for the cafeteria. The staff had done very well catering to the students like her who adhered to a vegetarian lifestyle. She already knew what she would be eating in approximately seven minutes time. A cup of fruit salad, with as many strawberries as she could muster, and a steaming hot bowl of oatmeal with vanilla soy milk. It was a formula at this point. Right down to her table mates.

For someone who was moving to San Agustin from out-of-state, it was amazingly quick to make best friends here. From the day that she arrived, it was clear that Savannah had a lot of common with TJ and Erica. They had the same diets, they shared the same level of activity, they shared a hefty amount of distrust in Leo Brooks. It made sense that they would hang out and have each others backs. There was a level of trust there that Erica would bring the plans, Tyler Jane would bring the confidence and Savannah would bring the incredibly cautious optimism to whatever they could cook up. It worked well.

Which is why Savannah was surprised to see neither of them in the cafeteria as of yet. Bradley was there. Savannah gave a wave, but there was no way that she was going to sit next to him when he had his bowl of crickets going. It was disgusting to watch him eat. He swore they were packed with protein, but there was no way she was going to find out if they truly tasted like chicken. Not that she had any idea what chicken tasted like either. There was an empty table nearby though. So after looking around to make sure no one else was making a claim on it, she decided to sit down, facing the door. There likely weren't going to be any more threats emerging from the people already gathered.

Unfortunately, that meant Savannah had a perfect vantage point to see her gym buddy walking in with the most hated guy in the school. At least in her opinion. She should have been able to rationalize it. Sol and Leo made a lot of sense hanging out together. But still, seeing the boxer with that... clear slice of evil, it was like raking Savannah's back with claws or something. It wasn't a backstab, but it still hurt like hell and smacked of betrayal. She shook her head trying to convince herself that she knew it wasn't anything like that, or that it meant anything, but it still put Savannah on such an edge that she hurriedly turned to her food in order to take her mind off the knowledge that one of San Agustin's alpha males was here and in her social circle by extension. Just please don't sit with me. Please don't sit with me. Please don't sit with me...

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Jordan Kelly - The Road to Indigo (Feb. 2, 2011-Oct. 14, 2014)

Name: Jordan Kelly
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hometown: Fuchsia City

Appearance: Jordan is a tall, tanned Caucasian, standing at 6'3, a fairly average looking young man. He's got shaggy, dirty blond hair and blue eyes, nothing remarkable about his clothes either. He wears a black and ocean blue Fuchsia Sharks baseball hat, a black t-shirt worn underneath a gray hooded zip-up sweatshirt, a pair of blue jeans and a beaten up pair of gray sneakers. He has a pair of ray-ban sunglasses he will wear when conditions are appropriate, and he wears a Sharpedo tooth hanging from some string around his neck because it "looked cool."
Personality: Jordan is what you would call a "beach bum". Laid back, not really caring a lot about anything, just out for a good time. More interested in surfing than training, he doesn't really try to push his Pokemon at all. He's got a good heart and will try to help, if it doesn't take much effort, but in the end, he'd still prefer just relaxing on the sand.

Profession: Trainer
Talents: He is an excellent surfer, he wants to get a Water Pokemon so he can learn how to surf on top of it, but he has yet to find one that is good enough.
Inventory: 5 Pokeballs, 3 Potions, Sleeping Bag, Frying Pan (perfect for Beach BBQs). He's traveling light, partially because it makes easier to travel, partially because he couldn't be bothered to bring anything else.

Starter Pokemon: Scyther, named Vince

Biography: Jordan was born and raised in Fuchsia City, the son of a Safari Zone ranger and a housemaker. His father's job kept him away from the house at all hours of the day and night, he had to be ever vigilant and on the watch for poachers. His mother resented him for staying away from the house so much, and raised Jordan to avoid Pokemon, saying they sucked the life out of people. This point was only further hammered home during his first swim in the ocean. He had gotten away from the beach a little bit and a Tentacool stung him hard. He was quickly pulled to safety, but he had sworn off Pokemon for good.

He remained steadfast in his beliefs, his mother was very happy, his father couldn't tell what had happened. It stayed that way until his parents when on a long overdue workation to the Sevii islands for a couple months and 13 year old Jordan was left to stay with his uncle, who lived on the Fuchsia Beach. His uncle was an avid surfer and Jordan came out with him every day, mostly because it was summer, and everything on TV sucked. His Uncle would go out there almost every day on his Blastoise, surfing the good waves that crashed on the Kanto shores. Jordan was still a bit frightened from his earlier experiences with the ocean, but when his uncle hoisted him aboard that Turtle Pokemon and he felt the spray of the water hitting his face, he knew he found something he could truly enjoy. He started going out with his uncle, but since he didn't have a Pokemon, he just used a surfboard. He was a fast learner and he would keep going out with his uncle every chance he could get after that. He had slight ambitions to get a Pokemon like his uncle, but it didn't really matter now. He was enjoying the thrills he got when surfing. When he wasn't out riding the waves, he was hanging out on the beach with other like-minded teens, but it wasn't going to last.

His parents grew weary of his laissez-faire attitude around the house. It had been two years since he graduated high school and he showed no ambition to do a thing with his life. He would stay out on the beach like he always did. There was a huge fight between his parents one night when Jordan was down at a beach bonfire. His father figured he had the perfect solution and his mother was so opposed to it she started throwing china around. When Jordan finally returned from his little party, his father was sitting there, waiting for him, surrounded by a sea of shattered porcelain. On the kitchen table was an egg. His father told him that since Jordan didn't seem to want to pick his path, his father would pick it for him. He was going to be flown out the next day by his father's Fearow, to Pallet, where he would be registered for the Pokemon League challenge. The egg contained his Pokemon. Jordan would have no say in the matter, and if he ever wanted to return home, he had better get cracking on the League path. It would be a rough ride. Jordan mustered what little protests he could, but it was no use. Jordan was taken to the tiny town in the West part of Kanto and stranded there. No money, no way home, just the clothes on his back, a few meager supplies and the egg his father had given him. Soon after he arrived, the egg hatched, revealing that his dad had at least given him a good start, a Scyther appearing before him. He was disappointed it wasn't a Water Pokemon, but the little guy was showing a fair amount of spirit. Jordan named him Vince and decided if he was going to have to fight his way back home, he better start now, so he could get back out on the waves he loved as quickly as possible.

Notes/Other: His uncle is the famed Surfing Guru of Fuchsia Beach.

Link: Here

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Chelsea Ibuki - Team Oren: A Pokemon RP (Dec. 30, 2010-Jan. 14, 2011)

Name: Chelsea Ibuki
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Hometown: Blackthorn City

Appearance: Chelsea is 5'7", 122 lbs. She has deep blue eyes and long light blue hair, similar to that of her mother. She wears it straight down around her head, tied off with a bandanna at the top. She's normally seen wearing a red tank top with some vague Chinese symbols on it that comes up above her midriff, a pair of skinny blue jeans, black sneakers and a pair of fingerless black gloves.

Profession: Trainer

Type Specialty: Dragon

Pokemon: Horsea

Bio: Chelsea is the only child of Blackthorn's Gym Leader Clair and an unknown father. Clair was thrilled to have a daughter she could try to mold into her image and use to keep the family line strong in the city. They had a good relationship going until Chelsea was ten and the time came for her to begin her Pokemon training. She shocked her mom by saying that she didn't want to train Pokemon. After watching her mother's methods, involving many punishing nights in the waterfalls and whirlpools of the Dragon's Den, she decided she wasn't going to put what she considered her friends through such trials. Clair was furious and their relationship was instantly shattered.

After her tenth birthday, Chelsea was given little to no attention by her mother and as she grew older, this lack of love at home turned her cold. Ironically Clair's lack of feeling for her daughter is exactly what she needed to become just like her. She still wasn't training any Pokemon, however. She held fast to her goal to be anything like her mother, even if she couldn't see she was failing on the mental side of that ambition. They continually grew distant as Chelsea floated her way through "normal" school until she hit 19.

Chelsea was home for the evening she heard her mother making a phone call. The discussion and the piece of paper that Clair was holding piqued her daughter's interest. She grabbed the upstairs phone and listened in. There was a man on the line, talking about setting up a team in a far off land. He was asking if Blackthorn had any trainers who might be considered worthy enough to join. Clair said there were none. The man brought up the daughter he had heard Clair had, but that only brought out words from Clair such as "failure", "disappointment" and "frigid bitch". Chelsea couldn't contain herself after that last one. She ran downstairs, denouncing her mother before yanking the phone out of her hands. "I'm coming. Be ready," was all she told the man on the other line. With that she snatched the invitation out of Clair's hands and was out the door.

In a way, Chelsea was ready for this. She had been looking for an opportunity to get away from her mother and the culture she cultivated, and this was the perfect opportunity. But in another way, she wasn't anywhere near ready, seeing as she didn't even have a Pokemon. She knew how to rectify that though. She went into the Dragon's Den to see the elder of the Dragon-User's Clan.

When Chelsea got there, she told the elder that she was finally ready to start as a Dragon trainer and get a Dratini of her own. But the Elder took a look at the young woman. He saw way too much of Clair in her for his own liking and rejected her outright, saying she had waited too long and would not be receiving any Pokemon from him. The raging girl stormed out of the shrine and was about to go steal one of her mother's Pokemon when she came across something on the shoreline. It was a tiny Horsea, seemingly kicked out of the water by some unknown forces. It was battered, but still able to make feeble cries. Seeing that little Pokemon, a dormant force awoke in Chelsea, one of compassion that had been sealed away by years of family torment. She picked up the little Horsea, and brought it to the Blackthorn Pokemon Center. Obtaining a spare Pokeball from the Joy on duty, she captured the Horsea and with it set off for the area designated on the map, ready to prove her mother and her family wrong.

Other: She does now a bit about basic battling strategy, having been allowed and then forced to watch Clair's regular gym battles against challenging trainers, but other than that she is a rookie, here only on her mom's reputation.

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Brian MacKenzie - Society of Justice 3: Crisis on the Earth (Nov. 26, 2010-Aug. 13, 2014

Name: Brian MacKenzie

Hero Alias: ?

Age: 21

Powers:
I guess you can call me the perfect healing machine. Any wound I take, I can regenerate, like it was never there. It's a bit painful when I do it, but I barely notice it anymore. Not only that, I can heal anyone around me, the exact same way. Again, it's painful, but it gets the job done. Also, thanks to some "professionals" who met me when I was younger, I have some control over dark energy. Like, have you ever played Mass Effect? Then you have a good idea of what I can actually do with that, although you have to scale it back a bit, I'm not pro at it.

Weaknesses:
-I have to remain still if I'm healing up, otherwise, you know stuff would get a little out of place. It makes me a sitting duck, but I'm not having my bone stick out of my arm again. That sucked. Plus, you know, the pain.
-Same thing if I'm healing someone else, only both people have got to be still.
-I'm not immortal. I can't survive like, a shotgun blast, or decapitation or anything like that. I'm not that good.
-Beer, but then again, you could have guessed that.

Weapons: N/A

Appearance (both civilian and hero costume):
All right well I kinda of stick out a little bit, being 6'4" will do that for ya, and I'm lanky too, there isn't much muscle. If somehow you saw my hair, you'd see it's mostly short, a bit longer in the back, it's straight and dirty blond, almost brown, but not quite. My beard is some how lighter in color. Don't know how. It goes around like a chinstrap, I'm told it makes me look better. My eyes stand out too, they are a deep blue like a Yukon lake in winter. Normal everyday attire? It's nothing fancy, I just stick with a random t-shirt I grab, blue jeans, my old pair of sneakers, and depending on the season, an assortment of baseball hats between spring and fall, and my red toque in the winter. (Yes toque. Don't test me on this.)

I was supposed to have a costume? Shit, um well, I've been wearing this motorcycle helmet I picked up cheap from a secondhand store, and this leather jacket I don't wear unless I'm out looking for people who need help. I don't know, what about my powers screams "biker healer"? I'm sorry, I'm a bit new to this whole superhero thing. Going to need some work on that.

Personality: I like to think I'm a pretty fun guy to hang out with, you know, very open. I'm usually the first to help out in trouble, I guess that's why I started getting into the superhero realm, once I knew about it. I'm very social, I like being in the crowd, much more fun than being alone. I'm um...not very good at describing myself. You're better off asking people who know me for that.

Biography: OK, get comfy, cause its story time.

I was born in Port Hood, Nova Scotia, to a poor family. We lived pretty close to the ocean, close enough where the winds from off the Gulf could knock you right over if you weren't careful. According to my folks, it was pretty normal life at first, running around, drinking juice, kid stuff. Then when I was eight, I was playing with my brother on the bunk beds and we both fell off the top bunk, I landed on my arm, he landed on his leg, both totally broke. My bro was freaking, I was freaking but paralyzed, like I couldn't move. I was calling out for the folks, and when they got to me they saw my arm literally put itself back into place. They couldn't believe it. My bro was still crying so I tried to put him at ease. I wanted to see if his leg was really broken and then as I touched him, the leg started healing too. It was crazy. They were sure something was wrong so they took me and him to Dr. MacInnis. He said we were perfectly fine, even though they saw our limbs broken. And then that's when the government came in.

See Canada? Not as peaceful as you all might think. There was some real freaky stuff going on. I was taken to a military facility in Fort MacMurray, Alberta where testing went on. A lot of testing. They wanted to see the extent of my powers, short of full on blasting me in the head, and I passed through everything, without a scratch. I even healed one of the construction workers who got into a nail gun incident. They said while they had seen the regeneration powers before, I was the first to be able to regenerate people. They said I would be very useful. After a couple years, they said they wanted to try something they hadn't tried before, cause no one was able to handle it. I was just like 10, so I figured, you know I could do it. I don't remember what happened after I said yes, but when I woke up I could do things. Float things. Not very well though, but enough to be noticeable. They had me work on it, training for a couple years, but I was never really that good with it. I didn't get more time because in 2003, Prime Minister Martin shut the whole thing down. Said it wasn't needed anymore. I think he was just looking for something to cut.

The guys in the facility returned me home, parents were pretty happy actually. The scientists said that with my studies, I could reenter the school system, but I would have to keep everything secret. I didn't want to stand out, so I did. I went through all of high school and the couple years I worked to end up some nest money without showing off any of these powers. I finally got enough saved up so I could attend university, and I enrolled at Nova State since it was cheap and they offered me a little scholarship money. During my first year, I kept hearing about all these attacks on the streets and stuff and, I don't know, it just got to me. I figured I couldn't let this stand so I started going out at night, wearing that helmet, seeing if I could help anyone. I'm pretty sure that's not the best way to survive here, so I thought I could join up with you guys. I mean, I gotta be some use, right?

Notes: Um.....not sure what to put here. I'll just leave it blank.

Link: Here