Trying to get a character sorted, but I'm on holiday for a week and the hotel charges for WIFI. Soci need to use a pubs across the way. I'll try and get it up by tomorrow night though.
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Rucks hadn't received a reply by the time someone else tried to start up a conversation. He assumed that the blonde girl was a little upset over his lack of cigarettes.
The new guy - although there were several other new people too - called himself Midas, what was he? An Ancient Greek? He didn't look too shabby though, brown hair, stupidly tall too. Also what was with that intro, six days since his last abuse? Had Rucks accidentally walked into an AA meeting?
Either way, maybe an introduction wasn't the worst idea in the world, Rucks spoke up next, "My names Rucks Kennithson. It's been what? A half year or so since I last used my powers? I forget," reflecting on it, it was a statement he could be proud of for once.
The new guy - although there were several other new people too - called himself Midas, what was he? An Ancient Greek? He didn't look too shabby though, brown hair, stupidly tall too. Also what was with that intro, six days since his last abuse? Had Rucks accidentally walked into an AA meeting?
Either way, maybe an introduction wasn't the worst idea in the world, Rucks spoke up next, "My names Rucks Kennithson. It's been what? A half year or so since I last used my powers? I forget," reflecting on it, it was a statement he could be proud of for once.
Rucks didn't hear anybody come into the common room, so it came as quite a shock when someone spoke up. At first he didn't think it was him they were talking too, but as he looked up he saw that he was wrong. Sat across the way from him was a blonde woman, staring at him expectantly, "you wouldn't happen to have some smokes and a lighter, would you?" she asked, the words hung in the air for a moment as they settled in and Rucks returned to reality from his idle thoughts.
He had never been one for smoking, he tried it once and found that it messed with his head too much, too many distractions were already in the world, especially for Rucks when he constantly saw rifts, areas that had been stretched and shrunk, created or deleted and thus could be easily manipulated. Filtering out these cracks was hard enough without his judgement being clouded. But he supposed that it must have some bonuses for people to take to it so much.
"Sorry," he began, formulating his words carefully, trying to get off on the right foot for once, "I don't smoke, can't stand the stuff,"he took a moment to pause, would the campus even allow that sort of stuff? He supposed they couldn't stop them, after all everyone attending the school would be a fully grown adult.
He had never been one for smoking, he tried it once and found that it messed with his head too much, too many distractions were already in the world, especially for Rucks when he constantly saw rifts, areas that had been stretched and shrunk, created or deleted and thus could be easily manipulated. Filtering out these cracks was hard enough without his judgement being clouded. But he supposed that it must have some bonuses for people to take to it so much.
"Sorry," he began, formulating his words carefully, trying to get off on the right foot for once, "I don't smoke, can't stand the stuff,"he took a moment to pause, would the campus even allow that sort of stuff? He supposed they couldn't stop them, after all everyone attending the school would be a fully grown adult.
Rucks arrived at Primas on the day school was to start, he'd driven there. Surprising considering his abilities, but he tried to stop using them as often some time after the war, not the best idea when the government finally came after him but he felt that fitting in was in his best interest. As he parked he was confident, it would be a hellish few years but he felt it would be worth it.
He grabbed his case from the boot of his car, it was rental. It HAD been rental for years, but he never quite took it back. It was all he had stolen after the war, but he felt they owed him something. He strolled towards the main building at a leisurely pace, trying his best not to look around too much, just in case anyone else was around. He wasn't quite ready for any kind of interaction yet.
As Rucks stared up at the Primas Learning Center, he felt some strange kind of hope. Something he hadn't felt in years, running did that to you it turned out. He'd been promised solace from the world, somewhere that he could re-integrate to society by receiving education. He smiled as he thought of that, at last a normal life, or, at least as normal as he would get after the war.
As he opened the entrance doors, he had to take a moment, he hadn't been in education since he was 15. He doubted he would even remember most of that, and to top it off now he was a fully fledged adult. With all his opinions and knowledge that he had half picked up over the years and then guessed at the rest. If he was going to learn things that everyone else knew, he was going to have to do a damn lot of re-learning. He sucked up his worries and walked through the doors, electing to visit the common room and wait, he was fairly sure that was a sensible idea.
He grabbed his case from the boot of his car, it was rental. It HAD been rental for years, but he never quite took it back. It was all he had stolen after the war, but he felt they owed him something. He strolled towards the main building at a leisurely pace, trying his best not to look around too much, just in case anyone else was around. He wasn't quite ready for any kind of interaction yet.
As Rucks stared up at the Primas Learning Center, he felt some strange kind of hope. Something he hadn't felt in years, running did that to you it turned out. He'd been promised solace from the world, somewhere that he could re-integrate to society by receiving education. He smiled as he thought of that, at last a normal life, or, at least as normal as he would get after the war.
As he opened the entrance doors, he had to take a moment, he hadn't been in education since he was 15. He doubted he would even remember most of that, and to top it off now he was a fully fledged adult. With all his opinions and knowledge that he had half picked up over the years and then guessed at the rest. If he was going to learn things that everyone else knew, he was going to have to do a damn lot of re-learning. He sucked up his worries and walked through the doors, electing to visit the common room and wait, he was fairly sure that was a sensible idea.
I don't mean to sound impatient, but is there any chance of an IC being put up soon? I somewhat fear this will die before it begins.
Name:
Rucks Kennithson
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Personality:
Rucks is a tough one, we'll not literally he's not really the greatest at punching. But personality wise he sure is. He's a cynic, well it's the best way to describe him. He trusted people enough in the war, he tries be be a harsher judge if character now.
If you get to know him he's pretty neat though, good with his hands and some gaffa tape if you need something fixing and he tries his best to stand up for his friends.
History:
Rucks was one of the lucky ones, he could escape. Something which so many wanted to do after the war, but so few could. He was watching over the years you know, as they hunted us down, took us from our homes. Our families. He probably could of helped, but he didn't. God only knows why. But he was there, those wormholes of his are unmistakeable.
After the first year he tried to settle down, a courier. Must have been nice, to easily be the best at what you did. Forget amazon prime and their next day delivery, this was always within the hour. But people are strange, well. I say that but only because they don't like people with strange abilities turning up at their door. It lasted a while though, before he disappeared again. To somewhere new no doubt.
It was another year before he popped up on the radar, turns out they were interested in him after all. He didn't escape too easily, back in the day he could open a gateway to anywhere in the world at a click of his fingers; what changed?
Primas. That's where he's gone, or at least where he's going. Education, it's looking up for that kid. Hopefully he won't need to rely on those powers soon. It'll be better for him, to not have the world look down on him despite all he did all those years ago.
Abilities:
Space-Time Manipulation
Derivatives:
Chronolock: An ability which allows the user to isolate themselves from our space time for a short while. This ability can be used as a four dimensional shield for up to four people.
White hole creation: The ability to condense a reverse flow of time into a singularity which then sends out a powerful shockwave.
Spatial distortion: The ability to create, destroy and tune areas of space to the users will. This can be used to increase or decrease distances, or to change an areas time flow. This also allows for instantaneous travel.
Pocket dimension: A small pocket dimension that can be used for storage. If you had a couple of thousand years you could probably fit a planet in there.
Time distortion: The ability to seemingly slow down and speed up time in an area. This can be used for neat tricks such as pretending to control gravity.
Belongings:
Rucks didn't bring much with him, of note were his scarf, a leather bound notebook and fountain pen - both of which are worn - and an old pocket watch. Sentiments of his old life.
Rucks Kennithson
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Personality:
Rucks is a tough one, we'll not literally he's not really the greatest at punching. But personality wise he sure is. He's a cynic, well it's the best way to describe him. He trusted people enough in the war, he tries be be a harsher judge if character now.
If you get to know him he's pretty neat though, good with his hands and some gaffa tape if you need something fixing and he tries his best to stand up for his friends.
History:
Rucks was one of the lucky ones, he could escape. Something which so many wanted to do after the war, but so few could. He was watching over the years you know, as they hunted us down, took us from our homes. Our families. He probably could of helped, but he didn't. God only knows why. But he was there, those wormholes of his are unmistakeable.
After the first year he tried to settle down, a courier. Must have been nice, to easily be the best at what you did. Forget amazon prime and their next day delivery, this was always within the hour. But people are strange, well. I say that but only because they don't like people with strange abilities turning up at their door. It lasted a while though, before he disappeared again. To somewhere new no doubt.
It was another year before he popped up on the radar, turns out they were interested in him after all. He didn't escape too easily, back in the day he could open a gateway to anywhere in the world at a click of his fingers; what changed?
Primas. That's where he's gone, or at least where he's going. Education, it's looking up for that kid. Hopefully he won't need to rely on those powers soon. It'll be better for him, to not have the world look down on him despite all he did all those years ago.
Abilities:
Space-Time Manipulation
Derivatives:
Chronolock: An ability which allows the user to isolate themselves from our space time for a short while. This ability can be used as a four dimensional shield for up to four people.
White hole creation: The ability to condense a reverse flow of time into a singularity which then sends out a powerful shockwave.
Spatial distortion: The ability to create, destroy and tune areas of space to the users will. This can be used to increase or decrease distances, or to change an areas time flow. This also allows for instantaneous travel.
Pocket dimension: A small pocket dimension that can be used for storage. If you had a couple of thousand years you could probably fit a planet in there.
Time distortion: The ability to seemingly slow down and speed up time in an area. This can be used for neat tricks such as pretending to control gravity.
Belongings:
Rucks didn't bring much with him, of note were his scarf, a leather bound notebook and fountain pen - both of which are worn - and an old pocket watch. Sentiments of his old life.
Since people are posting CS's I'll glue what I have here. I would love to find theimage in a smaller version but it's an old one I dug up and I dot have access to reverse image search.
Name:
Rucks Kennithson
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
static.zerochan.net/Nee..full.1675069...
Personality:
Rucks is a tough one, we'll not literally he's not really the greatest at punching. But personality wise he sure is. He's a cynic, well it's the best way to describe him. He trusted people enough in the war, he tries be be a harsher judge if character now.
If you get to know him he's pretty neat though, good with his hands and some gaffa tape if you need something fixing and he tries his best to stand up for his friends.
History:
Rucks was one of the lucky ones, he could escape. Something which so many wanted to do after the war, but so few could. He was watching over the years you know, as they hunted us down, took us from our homes. Our families. He probably could of helped, but he didn't. God only knows why. But he was there, those wormholes of his are unmistakeable.
After the first year he tried to settle down, a courier. Must have been nice, to easily be the best at what you did. Forget amazon prime and their next day delivery, this was always within the hour. But people are strange, well. I say that but only because they don't like people with strange abilities turning up at their door. It lasted a while though, before he disappeared again. To somewhere new no doubt.
It was another year before he popped up on the radar, turns out they were interested in him after all. He didn't escape too easily, back in the day he could open a gateway to anywhere in the world at a click of his fingers; what changed?
Primas. That's where he's gone, or at least where he's going. Education, it's looking up for that kid. Hopefully he won't need to rely on those powers soon. It'll be better for him, to not have the world look down on him despite all he did all those years ago.
Abilities:
Space-Time Manipulation
Derivatives:
Chronolock: An ability which allows the user to isolate themselves from our space time for a short while. This ability can be used as a four dimensional shield for up to four people.
White hole creation: The ability to condense a reverse flow of time into a singularity which then sends out a powerful shockwave.
Spatial distortion: The ability to create, destroy and tune areas of space to the users will. This can be used to increase or decrease distances, or to change an areas time flow. This also allows for instantaneous travel.
Pocket dimension: A small pocket dimension that can be used for storage. If you had a couple of thousand years you could probably fit a planet in there.
Time distortion: The ability to seemingly slow down and speed up time in an area. This can be used for neat tricks such as pretending to control gravity.
Belongings:
Rucks didn't bring much with him, of note were his scarf, a leather bound notebook and fountain pen - both of which are worn - and an old pocket watch. Sentiments of his old life.
Rucks Kennithson
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
static.zerochan.net/Nee..full.1675069...
Personality:
Rucks is a tough one, we'll not literally he's not really the greatest at punching. But personality wise he sure is. He's a cynic, well it's the best way to describe him. He trusted people enough in the war, he tries be be a harsher judge if character now.
If you get to know him he's pretty neat though, good with his hands and some gaffa tape if you need something fixing and he tries his best to stand up for his friends.
History:
Rucks was one of the lucky ones, he could escape. Something which so many wanted to do after the war, but so few could. He was watching over the years you know, as they hunted us down, took us from our homes. Our families. He probably could of helped, but he didn't. God only knows why. But he was there, those wormholes of his are unmistakeable.
After the first year he tried to settle down, a courier. Must have been nice, to easily be the best at what you did. Forget amazon prime and their next day delivery, this was always within the hour. But people are strange, well. I say that but only because they don't like people with strange abilities turning up at their door. It lasted a while though, before he disappeared again. To somewhere new no doubt.
It was another year before he popped up on the radar, turns out they were interested in him after all. He didn't escape too easily, back in the day he could open a gateway to anywhere in the world at a click of his fingers; what changed?
Primas. That's where he's gone, or at least where he's going. Education, it's looking up for that kid. Hopefully he won't need to rely on those powers soon. It'll be better for him, to not have the world look down on him despite all he did all those years ago.
Abilities:
Space-Time Manipulation
Derivatives:
Chronolock: An ability which allows the user to isolate themselves from our space time for a short while. This ability can be used as a four dimensional shield for up to four people.
White hole creation: The ability to condense a reverse flow of time into a singularity which then sends out a powerful shockwave.
Spatial distortion: The ability to create, destroy and tune areas of space to the users will. This can be used to increase or decrease distances, or to change an areas time flow. This also allows for instantaneous travel.
Pocket dimension: A small pocket dimension that can be used for storage. If you had a couple of thousand years you could probably fit a planet in there.
Time distortion: The ability to seemingly slow down and speed up time in an area. This can be used for neat tricks such as pretending to control gravity.
Belongings:
Rucks didn't bring much with him, of note were his scarf, a leather bound notebook and fountain pen - both of which are worn - and an old pocket watch. Sentiments of his old life.
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