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Oh Carlos, dear Carlos, sweet brave Carlos
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Oh Carlos, dear Carlos, sweet brave Carlos
I've been gone a bit. Not super sure what's going on, we've moved to the first day of classes, yes?
Everyone got sorted, everyone involved in the Slytherin Quidditch team's mess got in trouble and will serve detention after class, and now everyone's on their way to DADA. Seems to be the third/fourth class of the day?
Hey guys, sorry I've been off for a little while - exams. Thankfully, they were all crammed within two weeks, so I'm home free now! Brilliant that someone's already began shipping haha XD
Speaking of which, has anyone else been looking at characters and deciding possible friends, enemies, arch-nemesis', or is that just me? :)
Same, except I've got nothing so far
The man certainly liked to go on. Celso sat watching the portly man go on at length about his school. He supposed it made sense. The Insititute was his bay after all. His talk of the history of the school was disappointingly empty of detail however. Sure he gushed about its purpose and how close that purpose was to his heart. He couldn't help but think Cesar would've just soaked this up with joy. Celso however, sat there aware of the holes in the story. Professor Portwood seemed to completely gloss over the negative. It made sense though. First day with open doors again, he couldn't be expected to say anything that wasn't full of hope and optimism. The rest of the speech was just and outline of the obvious. Typical school rules and routines, except for the lines about abuse of abilities and stuff like that.
Celso took the opportunity to take a better look at the assembly hall. Large and elegant, and far nicer than any building he'd ever been in, especially any school building. It was clear they spared no expense. The students around him varied greatly. Even coming from such a cosmopolitan city as he did, he could only remember a few times that he was around such a variety of people at one time. And that was without the difference their unseen abilities would provide. Each with their own motivation for coming here, their own gifts, their own struggles, their own stories. Everyone had a story, he'd often thought as he walked unseen through the streets of Buenos Aires. Some more exciting than others. Did the mutant status of all the students here make their stories interesting by default? Were they all worth his attention? Would it be offensive if he considered their gifts as just a feature to make them special? Could he get to know these people without getting all into a cause of some sort like his family? He guessed it didn't matter at this point. He was here and he was going to be a writer. Whatever happened from there, he'd just have to accept.
After dealing with an annoyingly happy lady with an unnerving level of knowledge, a short trip to his dorm, and another short trip to the cafeteria, he found himself seated at a table with strangers. He was hiding. Well, more like dull. The five people at his table could clearly see him, but they were content to treat the stranger who said nothing and ate his food as if he wasn't even there. But why was he hiding? He'd never been shy. And yet somehow, surrounded by strangers who he knew to be different in a similar way to himself, he was hesistant to make himself known. But the students around him did nothing to betray that they were different from normal teenagers in any way. They were discussing their homes, celebrities, and sports using the same American slang he'd seen on television. One of the boys was even flirting with the girls. Poorly.
He had finished eating and begun walking out when a commotion arose on the other end of the dining area. It seemed a few of the students, apparently unable to wait even one day got into some big fight. The other students were rising to get a look and so he couldn't quite make out the details. All he could see was a darker looking boy. Something off but he couldn't quite tell from there. He yelled something and stormed off. Assuming it was over, Celso began walking again. A collective gasp caught his attention and her turned to find the largest one was flying through the air at him. Stunned, he didn't even think to move as he was frozen in place. He watched as the body narrowly missed him and sped right past him, hitting the floor a few feet away. Eyes wide he walked to the other boy. "Que barbaro! Are you all okay? What happened?" he held a hand out to him, but he merely turned his head. Refusing Celso's help, the guy glared angrily in the direction of the other boys and then turned to walk out without a word.
He turned to find a boy was making vegetables float around, apparently oblivious to what had just happened. Celso suddenly became very aware of how ridiculous and interesting this year was going to be. With all the crazy things, what could possibly make him nervous about interacting with these people. So long as he wasn't the next one to be flung across a room. He smiled and exited the cafeteria. He'd had the idea to check out the gym and get a look at the swimming pool after lunch. As much as he was looking forward to getting to know these people now, he didn't really like the idea of sitting down after he'd already eaten. Besides there had to be others who had already finished. He headed up the stairs feeling happier and more optimistic. In his current mood he was sure to stand out a little more. Which was just how he liked it.
Celso took the opportunity to take a better look at the assembly hall. Large and elegant, and far nicer than any building he'd ever been in, especially any school building. It was clear they spared no expense. The students around him varied greatly. Even coming from such a cosmopolitan city as he did, he could only remember a few times that he was around such a variety of people at one time. And that was without the difference their unseen abilities would provide. Each with their own motivation for coming here, their own gifts, their own struggles, their own stories. Everyone had a story, he'd often thought as he walked unseen through the streets of Buenos Aires. Some more exciting than others. Did the mutant status of all the students here make their stories interesting by default? Were they all worth his attention? Would it be offensive if he considered their gifts as just a feature to make them special? Could he get to know these people without getting all into a cause of some sort like his family? He guessed it didn't matter at this point. He was here and he was going to be a writer. Whatever happened from there, he'd just have to accept.
After dealing with an annoyingly happy lady with an unnerving level of knowledge, a short trip to his dorm, and another short trip to the cafeteria, he found himself seated at a table with strangers. He was hiding. Well, more like dull. The five people at his table could clearly see him, but they were content to treat the stranger who said nothing and ate his food as if he wasn't even there. But why was he hiding? He'd never been shy. And yet somehow, surrounded by strangers who he knew to be different in a similar way to himself, he was hesistant to make himself known. But the students around him did nothing to betray that they were different from normal teenagers in any way. They were discussing their homes, celebrities, and sports using the same American slang he'd seen on television. One of the boys was even flirting with the girls. Poorly.
He had finished eating and begun walking out when a commotion arose on the other end of the dining area. It seemed a few of the students, apparently unable to wait even one day got into some big fight. The other students were rising to get a look and so he couldn't quite make out the details. All he could see was a darker looking boy. Something off but he couldn't quite tell from there. He yelled something and stormed off. Assuming it was over, Celso began walking again. A collective gasp caught his attention and her turned to find the largest one was flying through the air at him. Stunned, he didn't even think to move as he was frozen in place. He watched as the body narrowly missed him and sped right past him, hitting the floor a few feet away. Eyes wide he walked to the other boy. "Que barbaro! Are you all okay? What happened?" he held a hand out to him, but he merely turned his head. Refusing Celso's help, the guy glared angrily in the direction of the other boys and then turned to walk out without a word.
He turned to find a boy was making vegetables float around, apparently oblivious to what had just happened. Celso suddenly became very aware of how ridiculous and interesting this year was going to be. With all the crazy things, what could possibly make him nervous about interacting with these people. So long as he wasn't the next one to be flung across a room. He smiled and exited the cafeteria. He'd had the idea to check out the gym and get a look at the swimming pool after lunch. As much as he was looking forward to getting to know these people now, he didn't really like the idea of sitting down after he'd already eaten. Besides there had to be others who had already finished. He headed up the stairs feeling happier and more optimistic. In his current mood he was sure to stand out a little more. Which was just how he liked it.
I just can't seem to write today.
PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016
Student Name:
Gender:
Nationality:
Age:
D.O.B.:
Appearance
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Ethnicity:
Height:
Weight:
Powers & Abilities
Power Name:
Power Description:
Abilities:
Drawbacks & Weaknesses:
About You
Family:
Personal Statement:
Student Name:
Celso Olivero
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
Argentine
Age:
18
D.O.B.:
1 March 1997
Appearance
Hair Color:
Black
Eye Color:
Brown
Ethnicity:
White
Height:
171cm
Weight:
70kg
Powers & Abilities
Power Name:
I cannot think of a simple way to name it
Power Description:
I can change how well others perceive me (and perhaps other objects)
Abilities:
My ability affects the minds of others, so it's a little difficult to explain since I never experienced it myself. I only know what my friends and family tell me, so my explanation might not be entirely accurate. With my ability, I can change the minds of other people in how they perceive me. I can become completely imperceptible to a person, meaning that they will not be able to see me, hear me, smell me, touch me (well, I will feel it but they won't), taste me, or be able to register my presence or interaction with the world. If I apply my power enough, they even become unable to recall any memories concerning me. To them, it will be like I never existed until my power wears off. On the other hand, I can make people hyper aware of my presence. They can be looking away from me but know I'm there, in the same way you can normally "sense" other people around you. I draw attention to me. People's eyes are drawn to me and their senses in general are more responsive to anything I do. For instance if another person and me are speaking at the same time at the same volume to a third person, I could amplify my words in the third person's mind. They won't necessarily be perceived as louder, the person just pays attention to me more I guess. Those are the two extremes of my power, but I can work in between them.
While most of the things I do with my power require direct concentration, I can passively make myself stand out more or less to small degrees to entire groups of people. If I don't want to be seen or bothered, people just pass over me. When I'm doing something impressive or just want to be noticed, I stand out more. Becoming actually imperceptible to one or more people or really forcing someone to look at me requires active concentration and focus.
My power works on just one or multiple people at one time. Like you'd think, it's more difficult to affect multiple people, and it's easier to make myself more perceptible than less perceptible. My power mostly applies to me and anything small I touch like my clothes. My ability to hide my clothes with me makes me think I should be able to do the same for other people or objects, but I haven't been able to do it.
While most of the things I do with my power require direct concentration, I can passively make myself stand out more or less to small degrees to entire groups of people. If I don't want to be seen or bothered, people just pass over me. When I'm doing something impressive or just want to be noticed, I stand out more. Becoming actually imperceptible to one or more people or really forcing someone to look at me requires active concentration and focus.
My power works on just one or multiple people at one time. Like you'd think, it's more difficult to affect multiple people, and it's easier to make myself more perceptible than less perceptible. My power mostly applies to me and anything small I touch like my clothes. My ability to hide my clothes with me makes me think I should be able to do the same for other people or objects, but I haven't been able to do it.
Drawbacks & Weaknesses:
I cannot read the mind of people I'm affecting so I have no way of really knowing that it's working.
My ability doesn't affect machines such as cameras or microphones so they still record me.
Any real use of my ability requires active concentration.
It is almost impossible for me to become imperceptible to someone who was already focusing on me.
I don't know if I'm capable of using my power on more than one person with different effects on each one.
OOC Note: Psychics may be resistant, immune, or aware of the ability's use depending on their specific ability and proficiency with that ability, but Celso has no way of knowing that himself at this time.
My ability doesn't affect machines such as cameras or microphones so they still record me.
Any real use of my ability requires active concentration.
It is almost impossible for me to become imperceptible to someone who was already focusing on me.
I don't know if I'm capable of using my power on more than one person with different effects on each one.
OOC Note: Psychics may be resistant, immune, or aware of the ability's use depending on their specific ability and proficiency with that ability, but Celso has no way of knowing that himself at this time.
About You
Family:
- Father: Martin Olivero
- Mother: Cecilia Olivero
- Sister: Cecilia Olivero
- Brother: Cesar Olivero
- Mother: Cecilia Olivero
- Sister: Cecilia Olivero
- Brother: Cesar Olivero
Personal Statement:
I have been aware of mutants all my life. My uncle Cesar was a mutant and an outspoken activist. He wasn't famous like Adrian Costa, but he was gaining some renown in the city until he passed. He wasn't killed or anything, it was heart disease. My father will tell you they did try to kill him though. My father and mother are also politically active, just not like he was. But that is common here. My older brother in particular has always been fascinated by mutants and equality for mutants. He loves studying mutants, and has spent a lot of time researching abilities and events and cases. He's going to school to become a lawyer, even with all the corruption. He really took after his namesake, except he's not the mutant.
I tried to avoid a life full of concern for strangers like my parents. Like many teenagers, I wanted to distance myself from my family. Keeping informed, forming opinions. It all seemed like a chore. My concerns have always been swimming, football and River Plate, girls, and doing well in school to make a good life for myself. That was really it. I competed as a swimmer, among the best in Buenos Aires for butterfly stroke. Football I play for fun and am somewhat good. I was going to be an engineer like my father, but then a teacher showed to me the power of written words. Writing became another interest and passion. I thought why do engineering work when I could be a journalist or author? When I discovered my ability, it did not change anything. There was no reason to worry about how the world treated mutants. I could easily hide it. I have known about your academy for a while. My father had told me about a school that had closed down. I laughed at the idea of ever attending a place like this. I didn't need it.
I discovered my ability a few months before my 16th birthday. My brother and sister were away, and my parents began to ignore me. No matter what I did, they would not respond. I spent one and one half hours trying to make them see me. When my sister returned, she surprised me from behind as I yelled at my father. In that moment, that I was surprised, my parents suddenly became very aware of me. I think I nearly gave my father a heart attack going from full imperceptibility to pushing myself fully onto his mind. I was afraid then, but now I love my ability. It's harmless, easy to hide, useful, and fun. When I want to be left alone, I'm left alone, and everybody pays close attention when I'm swimming or playing football. I don't accidentally disappear or make myself obvious as much these days. It still happens more than I like.
Until a year ago I thought I could live my life without thinking about other mutants. They could be like the starving children of other countries. A sad detail in the world, but one I could pretend I was too busy to worry about. Cesar changed my mind. He planted an idea that I have not been able to let go. In his time researching he found many times when mutants were talked about unfairly. People like me who had their stories forgotten, or twisted, or who had no chance to even have them heard. He suggested to me that I could tell them. I realized how my ability and my writing could go together. I could tell a story no one else could, and help tell those of other people. I now see why PITY is a good place for me. I do not know anyone who is like me. The world refuses to understand us. I want to tell our story, but I cannot do that without living it and also knowing other people who are living it.
I tried to avoid a life full of concern for strangers like my parents. Like many teenagers, I wanted to distance myself from my family. Keeping informed, forming opinions. It all seemed like a chore. My concerns have always been swimming, football and River Plate, girls, and doing well in school to make a good life for myself. That was really it. I competed as a swimmer, among the best in Buenos Aires for butterfly stroke. Football I play for fun and am somewhat good. I was going to be an engineer like my father, but then a teacher showed to me the power of written words. Writing became another interest and passion. I thought why do engineering work when I could be a journalist or author? When I discovered my ability, it did not change anything. There was no reason to worry about how the world treated mutants. I could easily hide it. I have known about your academy for a while. My father had told me about a school that had closed down. I laughed at the idea of ever attending a place like this. I didn't need it.
I discovered my ability a few months before my 16th birthday. My brother and sister were away, and my parents began to ignore me. No matter what I did, they would not respond. I spent one and one half hours trying to make them see me. When my sister returned, she surprised me from behind as I yelled at my father. In that moment, that I was surprised, my parents suddenly became very aware of me. I think I nearly gave my father a heart attack going from full imperceptibility to pushing myself fully onto his mind. I was afraid then, but now I love my ability. It's harmless, easy to hide, useful, and fun. When I want to be left alone, I'm left alone, and everybody pays close attention when I'm swimming or playing football. I don't accidentally disappear or make myself obvious as much these days. It still happens more than I like.
Until a year ago I thought I could live my life without thinking about other mutants. They could be like the starving children of other countries. A sad detail in the world, but one I could pretend I was too busy to worry about. Cesar changed my mind. He planted an idea that I have not been able to let go. In his time researching he found many times when mutants were talked about unfairly. People like me who had their stories forgotten, or twisted, or who had no chance to even have them heard. He suggested to me that I could tell them. I realized how my ability and my writing could go together. I could tell a story no one else could, and help tell those of other people. I now see why PITY is a good place for me. I do not know anyone who is like me. The world refuses to understand us. I want to tell our story, but I cannot do that without living it and also knowing other people who are living it.
@World Traveler
Celso:
Scent - Shampoo scent doesn't last long since he doesn't have much hair. He's active, so he makes sure to keep clean. His products are all generic clean scents. He's drawn to the "aquatic" type scents of cologne.
Voice - Celso speaks with a bit of an accent, not heavy but not quite easy to ignore. He speaks English a bit more slowly as he makes sure to use the right words, but he doesn't stop or say "um" often. He has a smooth and lilting voice. He speaks loudly enough that he is easily heard, but never any more than necessary.
Body - Celso walks quickly and lightly. He'll make himself at home wherever he is and so takes up more space than necessary. When seated he sometimes messes with a ring and thin silver chain he wears, but remains still otherwise.
Celso:
Scent - Shampoo scent doesn't last long since he doesn't have much hair. He's active, so he makes sure to keep clean. His products are all generic clean scents. He's drawn to the "aquatic" type scents of cologne.
Voice - Celso speaks with a bit of an accent, not heavy but not quite easy to ignore. He speaks English a bit more slowly as he makes sure to use the right words, but he doesn't stop or say "um" often. He has a smooth and lilting voice. He speaks loudly enough that he is easily heard, but never any more than necessary.
Body - Celso walks quickly and lightly. He'll make himself at home wherever he is and so takes up more space than necessary. When seated he sometimes messes with a ring and thin silver chain he wears, but remains still otherwise.
*poke-poke*
What's up everyone? It appears Scotsman and Innsert have been gone a few days, but everyone else? Should we do the time-skip?
@Ariamis
@The Scotsman
@Mike73
@Swarley
@Innsert
What's up everyone? It appears Scotsman and Innsert have been gone a few days, but everyone else? Should we do the time-skip?
@Ariamis
@The Scotsman
@Mike73
@Swarley
@Innsert
I wanted to hold off until I was done because I hate posting incomplete sheets, but I've restarted the sample post twice now so I figure I could put this up and let you GMs give me feedback on it while I try to get the sample done. I made up some random famous South American mutant activist. Hope that's cool.
Edit: Done
PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016
Student Name:
Gender:
Nationality:
Age:
D.O.B.:
Appearance
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Ethnicity:
Height:
Weight:
Powers & Abilities
Power Name:
Power Description:
Abilities:
Drawbacks & Weaknesses:
About You
Family:
Personal Statement:
Edit: Done
PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016
Student Name:
Celso Olivero
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
Argentine
Age:
18
D.O.B.:
1 March 1997
Appearance
Hair Color:
Black
Eye Color:
Brown
Ethnicity:
White
Height:
171cm
Weight:
70kg
Powers & Abilities
Power Name:
I cannot think of a simple way to name it
Power Description:
I can change how well others perceive me (and perhaps other objects)
Abilities:
My ability affects the minds of others, so it's a little difficult to explain since I never experienced it myself. I only know what my friends and family tell me, so my explanation might not be entirely accurate. With my ability, I can change the minds of other people in how they perceive me. I can become completely imperceptible to a person, meaning that they will not be able to see me, hear me, smell me, touch me (well, I will feel it but they won't), taste me, or be able to register my presence or interaction with the world. If I apply my power enough, they even become unable to recall any memories concerning me. To them, it will be like I never existed until my power wears off. On the other hand, I can make people hyper aware of my presence. They can be looking away from me but know I'm there, in the same way you can normally "sense" other people around you. I draw attention to me. People's eyes are drawn to me and their senses in general are more responsive to anything I do. For instance if another person and me are speaking at the same time at the same volume to a third person, I could amplify my words in the third person's mind. They won't necessarily be perceived as louder, the person just pays attention to me more I guess. Those are the two extremes of my power, but I can work in between them.
While most of the things I do with my power require direct concentration, I can passively make myself stand out more or less to small degrees to entire groups of people. If I don't want to be seen or bothered, people just pass over me. When I'm doing something impressive or just want to be noticed, I stand out more. Becoming actually imperceptible to one or more people or really forcing someone to look at me requires active concentration and focus.
My power works on just one or multiple people at one time. Like you'd think, it's more difficult to affect multiple people, and it's easier to make myself more perceptible than less perceptible. My power mostly applies to me and anything small I touch like my clothes. My ability to hide my clothes with me makes me think I should be able to do the same for other people or objects, but I haven't been able to do it.
While most of the things I do with my power require direct concentration, I can passively make myself stand out more or less to small degrees to entire groups of people. If I don't want to be seen or bothered, people just pass over me. When I'm doing something impressive or just want to be noticed, I stand out more. Becoming actually imperceptible to one or more people or really forcing someone to look at me requires active concentration and focus.
My power works on just one or multiple people at one time. Like you'd think, it's more difficult to affect multiple people, and it's easier to make myself more perceptible than less perceptible. My power mostly applies to me and anything small I touch like my clothes. My ability to hide my clothes with me makes me think I should be able to do the same for other people or objects, but I haven't been able to do it.
Drawbacks & Weaknesses:
I cannot read the mind of people I'm affecting so I have no way of really knowing that it's working.
My ability doesn't affect machines such as cameras or microphones so they still record me.
Any real use of my ability requires active concentration.
It is almost impossible for me to become imperceptible to someone who was already focusing on me.
I don't know if I'm capable of using my power on more than one person with different effects on each one.
OOC Note: Psychics may be resistant, immune, or aware of the ability's use depending on their specific ability and proficiency with that ability, but Celso has no way of knowing that himself at this time.
My ability doesn't affect machines such as cameras or microphones so they still record me.
Any real use of my ability requires active concentration.
It is almost impossible for me to become imperceptible to someone who was already focusing on me.
I don't know if I'm capable of using my power on more than one person with different effects on each one.
OOC Note: Psychics may be resistant, immune, or aware of the ability's use depending on their specific ability and proficiency with that ability, but Celso has no way of knowing that himself at this time.
About You
Family:
- Father: Martin Olivero
- Mother: Cecilia Olivero
- Sister: Cecilia Olivero
- Brother: Cesar Olivero
- Mother: Cecilia Olivero
- Sister: Cecilia Olivero
- Brother: Cesar Olivero
Personal Statement:
I have been aware of mutants all my life. My uncle Cesar was a mutant and an outspoken activist. He wasn't famous like Adrian Costa, but he was gaining some renown in the city until he passed. He wasn't killed or anything, it was heart disease. My father will tell you they did try to kill him though. My father and mother are also politically active, just not like he was. But that is common here. My older brother in particular has always been fascinated by mutants and equality for mutants. He loves studying mutants, and has spent a lot of time researching abilities and events and cases. He's going to school to become a lawyer, even with all the corruption. He really took after his namesake, except he's not the mutant.
I tried to avoid a life full of concern for strangers like my parents. Like many teenagers, I wanted to distance myself from my family. Keeping informed, forming opinions. It all seemed like a chore. My concerns have always been swimming, football and River Plate, girls, and doing well in school to make a good life for myself. That was really it. I competed as a swimmer, among the best in Buenos Aires for butterfly stroke. Football I play for fun and am somewhat good. I was going to be an engineer like my father, but then a teacher showed to me the power of written words. Writing became another interest and passion. I thought why do engineering work when I could be a journalist or author? When I discovered my ability, it did not change anything. There was no reason to worry about how the world treated mutants. I could easily hide it. I have known about your academy for a while. My father had told me about a school that had closed down. I laughed at the idea of ever attending a place like this. I didn't need it.
I discovered my ability a few months before my 16th birthday. My brother and sister were away, and my parents began to ignore me. No matter what I did, they would not respond. I spent one and one half hours trying to make them see me. When my sister returned, she surprised me from behind as I yelled at my father. In that moment, that I was surprised, my parents suddenly became very aware of me. I think I nearly gave my father a heart attack going from full imperceptibility to pushing myself fully onto his mind. I was afraid then, but now I love my ability. It's harmless, easy to hide, useful, and fun. When I want to be left alone, I'm left alone, and everybody pays close attention when I'm swimming or playing football. I don't accidentally disappear or make myself obvious as much these days. It still happens more than I like.
Until a year ago I thought I could live my life without thinking about other mutants. They could be like the starving children of other countries. A sad detail in the world, but one I could pretend I was too busy to worry about. Cesar changed my mind. He planted an idea that I have not been able to let go. In his time researching he found many times when mutants were talked about unfairly. People like me who had their stories forgotten, or twisted, or who had no chance to even have them heard. He suggested to me that I could tell them. I realized how my ability and my writing could go together. I could tell a story no one else could, and help tell those of other people. I now see why PITY is a good place for me. I do not know anyone who is like me. The world refuses to understand us. I want to tell our story, but I cannot do that without living it and also knowing other people who are living it.
I tried to avoid a life full of concern for strangers like my parents. Like many teenagers, I wanted to distance myself from my family. Keeping informed, forming opinions. It all seemed like a chore. My concerns have always been swimming, football and River Plate, girls, and doing well in school to make a good life for myself. That was really it. I competed as a swimmer, among the best in Buenos Aires for butterfly stroke. Football I play for fun and am somewhat good. I was going to be an engineer like my father, but then a teacher showed to me the power of written words. Writing became another interest and passion. I thought why do engineering work when I could be a journalist or author? When I discovered my ability, it did not change anything. There was no reason to worry about how the world treated mutants. I could easily hide it. I have known about your academy for a while. My father had told me about a school that had closed down. I laughed at the idea of ever attending a place like this. I didn't need it.
I discovered my ability a few months before my 16th birthday. My brother and sister were away, and my parents began to ignore me. No matter what I did, they would not respond. I spent one and one half hours trying to make them see me. When my sister returned, she surprised me from behind as I yelled at my father. In that moment, that I was surprised, my parents suddenly became very aware of me. I think I nearly gave my father a heart attack going from full imperceptibility to pushing myself fully onto his mind. I was afraid then, but now I love my ability. It's harmless, easy to hide, useful, and fun. When I want to be left alone, I'm left alone, and everybody pays close attention when I'm swimming or playing football. I don't accidentally disappear or make myself obvious as much these days. It still happens more than I like.
Until a year ago I thought I could live my life without thinking about other mutants. They could be like the starving children of other countries. A sad detail in the world, but one I could pretend I was too busy to worry about. Cesar changed my mind. He planted an idea that I have not been able to let go. In his time researching he found many times when mutants were talked about unfairly. People like me who had their stories forgotten, or twisted, or who had no chance to even have them heard. He suggested to me that I could tell them. I realized how my ability and my writing could go together. I could tell a story no one else could, and help tell those of other people. I now see why PITY is a good place for me. I do not know anyone who is like me. The world refuses to understand us. I want to tell our story, but I cannot do that without living it and also knowing other people who are living it.
Should have my character up later tonight. Hopefully he'll be up to standards and I'll be able to post after that.
Nolan trudged along, behind the rest of the mixed group of first years. As they all had the same classes, he'd found that it was easiest to find the next classroom by sticking to the crowd. A few had taken up an upperclassman Ravenclaw on his offer to lead them around, but Nolan found he enjoyed struggling with the rest of the group. Seeing a bit more of the castle than they would otherwise. After all, the teachers had to expect the first years would struggle to navigate the huge castle. Of course, their next class was Professor Quinn. He didn't expect she would be as understanding.
He'd struggled with the thought of trying to explain his actions to her the night previously. He was even going to try and get her to let Caelum and Chandler of the hook. After all if he hadn't left the compartment, they might have been left alone. He had remembered Roy's complaints about the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and felt trying to get out of punishment might just make everything worse. Nolan remembered the stern face looking down at them all the previous night outside the headmistress's office and suddenly felt it'd be good to get there as quickly as possible. As the three students heading the group began to turn down one corridor of the dungeon, he realized it looked very familiar.
"No, this isn't the way. We came down this way to the Slytherin common room last night. I didn't see any classrooms." A few turned to look at him. One girl he recognized from his own house seemed annoyed with him. Oh, was he not supposed to have told them the common room was that way? No, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw both supposedly had obvious common room locations so he was sure the others weren't a secret. Regardless a few other Slytherins confirmed what he said and the group went a different way. Hopefully the dungeon corridors didn't shift around like the staircases. They didn't, did they?
As he walked behind the group, he'd helped lead them around to find the class before this and was glad to just follow and observe the castle for a bit. It had been a good day, mostly. The early start had made it difficult to get going, but the excitement of the first day was enough to quickly change that. The Archer boys had even lucked out and not received a Howler in the flurry of exploding red enveloped that had arrived at breakfast that morning. However, Nolan was already starting to get a bit anxious. Though most of the classes so far had covered policies and other introductory material, he could tell these magic classes weren't going to be any easier than Muggle classes he'd had before. For now he was just hoping to relax, then hope DADA would pass quickly so he could get some lunch. He'd met his fellow Slytherins at breakfast and wanted another chance to get to know some of them better. Lunch might be a good time for that.
One of the students leading the group, a Gryffindor boy called out that he found the classroom. Looking around he noticed that some of the faces he remembered form the previous night seemed to be recalling the woman who had so casually frozen them all then refused to budge on their detentions. He looked around for Caelum or Chandler. Judoc said Quinn was merely stern and no one to be afraid of. Still Nolan found her intimidating, and would rather face her with someone he knew.
He'd struggled with the thought of trying to explain his actions to her the night previously. He was even going to try and get her to let Caelum and Chandler of the hook. After all if he hadn't left the compartment, they might have been left alone. He had remembered Roy's complaints about the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and felt trying to get out of punishment might just make everything worse. Nolan remembered the stern face looking down at them all the previous night outside the headmistress's office and suddenly felt it'd be good to get there as quickly as possible. As the three students heading the group began to turn down one corridor of the dungeon, he realized it looked very familiar.
"No, this isn't the way. We came down this way to the Slytherin common room last night. I didn't see any classrooms." A few turned to look at him. One girl he recognized from his own house seemed annoyed with him. Oh, was he not supposed to have told them the common room was that way? No, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw both supposedly had obvious common room locations so he was sure the others weren't a secret. Regardless a few other Slytherins confirmed what he said and the group went a different way. Hopefully the dungeon corridors didn't shift around like the staircases. They didn't, did they?
As he walked behind the group, he'd helped lead them around to find the class before this and was glad to just follow and observe the castle for a bit. It had been a good day, mostly. The early start had made it difficult to get going, but the excitement of the first day was enough to quickly change that. The Archer boys had even lucked out and not received a Howler in the flurry of exploding red enveloped that had arrived at breakfast that morning. However, Nolan was already starting to get a bit anxious. Though most of the classes so far had covered policies and other introductory material, he could tell these magic classes weren't going to be any easier than Muggle classes he'd had before. For now he was just hoping to relax, then hope DADA would pass quickly so he could get some lunch. He'd met his fellow Slytherins at breakfast and wanted another chance to get to know some of them better. Lunch might be a good time for that.
One of the students leading the group, a Gryffindor boy called out that he found the classroom. Looking around he noticed that some of the faces he remembered form the previous night seemed to be recalling the woman who had so casually frozen them all then refused to budge on their detentions. He looked around for Caelum or Chandler. Judoc said Quinn was merely stern and no one to be afraid of. Still Nolan found her intimidating, and would rather face her with someone he knew.
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