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Akatsuki Academy

*awards McFazzer with cookies.*

Akatsuki Academy

welp, i'm in this now. >.> gonna see how long i can keep up the unisex this time.

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*bakes cookies for 200th ooc poster*

Akatsuki Academy

Morgan

Morgan hadn't the slightest clue what was going on. From the moment of arrival after slipping into the crowd gathered in the main hall, this whole place had been nothing but a madhouse. However, this was something that became oddly comforting to the new recruit. It was chaos, but it wasn't dangerous. People here seemed to do whatever came to them naturally without worry of what was socially acceptable. None of the activities going on in the room would ever be allowed at the previous schools, but then again it also seemed that the administrative themselves were just as unorganized and behind in social norms.

All that aside, they did seem to get Morgan's blood pumping. Sure, it meant another few hours relaxing against a wall, but the idea that the entrance exam was being turned into a game was quite intriguing, not to mention the total upgrade to 5-star accommodations. Although taking a closer look around seemed a bit more daunting. Not much others that were the same age or younger, most seemed to have a good four-plus years advantage. It wouldn't be the first time Morgan stooped this low, though last time wasn't with the slightest intention; but if there was any trouble to come up, Morgan could always try a little acting to receive a bit of help from the other players.

Akatsuki Academy

<.< well.... that ic count. xD

Akatsuki Academy

<.< so sloww...... jk xD

Akatsuki Academy

Morgan Bacan

Name: Morgan Bacan

Title: Cream Puff

Race: Human.

Age: 15

Height: 163.5 cm

Weight: 53.5 kg

Appearance:

Personality:
Never wanting to be a bother, Morgan always made as little of a mess as posible, and always cleaned up afterwords. Morgan never talked back, but always felt the need to give an opposing view in order to allow others to "open the mind and make a better informed decision," as mother always strived into her children. There was never any conflict with any given orders so long as it fell into Morgan's definitive set of morals, though stubbornness always got in the way otherwise. Having an open mind made Morgan quickly adaptable to most situations, though in turn never really allowed for any personal wants or desires. This, again, in turn, created a bit of a rift between conversation with those perceived with a responding conscious. Cats, plants, shadows, and the like all remain susceptible random conversational partners.

Short Bio:
Following the birth of Morgan, the Bacans suffered a great loss as their father quickly left town upon hearing news of his three newborns. Mother always spent her days working to earn what money she could while teaching everything she knew to her children. It wasn't unheard of for the Bacans to skip a day here or there to help out either around the house or earn a bit of extra money for the time. However mother was always strict to make sure that whatever lessons her children missed; they were to learn it past the point of which they had to for class. Morgan was lucky enough to gain admittance to the academy, for one reason that was never really understood, but hopefully, as being the eldest, this would allow in the future for the rest of the kids to join in turn.

Manifestation:
Binary Talk-show Host: Morgan sees it as having an internal conversation that can't be heard out loud; a bit like telepathy. Through this power, most/all computer based systems have a knack to be persuaded into doing whatever operation within its means that Morgan so desires. This has a variable range of about 15 ft, though Morgan tends to try to stay within 5 ft for the personal respect given to the object in question.

This power has the added bonus to run machines off of Morgan instead of it's normal power supply. This gives a bit more absolute control over the object at the cost of higher focus and exhaustion from prolonged use.

Weapons:

A Shield attached to Morgan's wrist via a computerized nano wire cable reel, allowing it to stay attached or be reeled back relatively fast with up to 200lbs of force.

A hardened cased 3D-printer, with a handle, of sorts that allows Morgan to create miniature spider-bot drones and the like suited for combat purposes. Or otherwise be able to bash people upside the head with.

Equipment: A satchel/hand bag for the most valuable of personal items (money, books, junk food).

Other: Theme?

Akatsuki Academy

M

@Queue13

What gender is Morgan? I can't see a single pronoun relating to him/her and Morgan is a unisex name. The image is kinda ambiguous too

@Brithwyr

you could always give Morgan a good pantsing. though be prepared to face the consequence.

Akatsuki Academy

Morgan Bacan

Name: Morgan Bacan

Title: Cream Puff

Race: Human.

Age: 15

Height: 163.5 cm

Weight: 53.5 kg

Appearance:

Personality:
Never wanting to be a bother, Morgan always made as little of a mess as posible, and always cleaned up afterwords. Morgan never talked back, but always felt the need to give an opposing view in order to allow others to "open the mind and make a better informed decision," as mother always strived into her children. There was never any conflict with any given orders so long as it fell into Morgan's definitive set of morals, though stubbornness always got in the way otherwise. Having an open mind made Morgan quickly adaptable to most situations, though in turn never really allowed for any personal wants or desires. This, again, in turn, created a bit of a rift between conversation with those perceived with a responding conscious. Cats, plants, shadows, and the like all remain susceptible random conversational partners.

Short Bio:
Following the birth of Morgan, the Bacans suffered a great loss as their father quickly left town upon hearing news of his three newborns. Mother always spent her days working to earn what money she could while teaching everything she knew to her children. It wasn't unheard of for the Bacans to skip a day here or there to help out either around the house or earn a bit of extra money for the time. However mother was always strict to make sure that whatever lessons her children missed; they were to learn it past the point of which they had to for class. Morgan was lucky enough to gain admittance to the academy, for one reason that was never really understood, but hopefully, as being the eldest, this would allow in the future for the rest of the kids to join in turn.

Manifestation:
Binary Talk-show Host: Morgan sees it as having an internal conversation that can't be heard out loud; a bit like telepathy. Through this power, most/all computer based systems have a knack to be persuaded into doing whatever operation within its means that Morgan so desires. This has a variable range of about 15 ft, though Morgan tends to try to stay within 5 ft for the personal respect given to the object in question.

This power has the added bonus to run machines off of Morgan instead of it's normal power supply. This gives a bit more absolute control over the object at the cost of higher focus and exhaustion from prolonged use.

Weapons:

A Shield attached to Morgan's wrist via a computerized nano wire cable reel, allowing it to stay attached or be reeled back relatively fast with up to 200lbs of force.

A hardened cased 3D-printer, with a handle, of sorts that allows Morgan to create miniature spider-bot drones and the like suited for combat purposes. Or otherwise be able to bash people upside the head with.

Equipment: A satchel/hand bag for the most valuable of personal items (money, books, junk food).

Other: Theme?

Chasers - Boundary of the Crimson Sky [remake]

Odelia Adams

It wasn't long before the beast found them; tearing through the support walls, causing the top two stories to crash down on the eastern half of the building. "Come on, this way!" ordered the gentleman up at the front of the group, trying his hardest to get the rest people to safety. Odelia couldn't exactly remember his name, but for the moment it didn't matter. They ran long and fast down the hallway, past the nondescript family photos hanging on the wall, with nothing but the pale red light coming in through the shattered windows to light their way. More crashes could be heard from behind as the monster continued to rip through the building behind them at a gaining speed. "Quickly, DOWN THE STAIRS AND OUT THE DOOR!" The man was yelling as he looked back to help the few people behind him before spotting the monster hot on the trail. His heart was paralyzed with fear as the people flew past him. His thoughts jumped back to his wife, his three daughters, his good times at the neighbor's parties, even his ---. His arm was nearly pulled out of his socket as the last of the people tried to pull him along to safety, though he quickly was brought back to reality enough to escape on his own accord. He followed the person down the stairs, giving one last one second look back thinking of where to go next as the person in front exited the building.

The door nearly closed before he caught it with the back of his hand and pushed it open, mentally prepared to regather the group outside before continuing the flee to someplace other than here; maybe his house, or at the very least across the bridge should there be a way to actually outrun the terror. More crashes could be heard behind him, everything from the remaining windows to walls, ceilings and pipes were all being ripped apart as the beast tore after them, no doubt less than 15 feet behind him now. But now he stood still, underneath the door-frame gazing outward as the monster slowed to a crawl until finally stopping close enough for him to feel its hot breath down his neck. What lay before him was far worse than anything he could fathom, completely defeating his spirit and will to live. There was probably only about nine other people within his group to safety; but there in front of him solely stood an eleventh person, surrounded by an ambiguous mass of red goop, torn cloth, and faces twisted into the emotional embodiment of true suffering. "Harron? Is it Harron? I'm sorry; so many people, so many names. Anyways, I must apologize: I never meant for it to go this far. I will say, however, I felt quite inspired by you. I'll try not to drag this out too long. I--" A big couple of taps to the head turned the whole world black.

"... miss. Young miss. Excuse me, but you can't be here, especially not at this hour. You should go home to your parents. I can drop you off if you'd like."

Odelia woke up in a haze, quickly making sense of her surroundings. Apparently she fell asleep at the bank; her lollipop had fallen into the grass and Bosco laid at her side. She looked up at the man who had woken her: some area official, but nothing even as close as big of a patrol officer. She stood up, dusting off the dirt and grass while picking up her worn teddy bear and placing another strawberry flavored lollipop into her mouth. She looked at the man with a blind smile before simultaneously using her psychic powers to send a flying rock at the back of the man's head and quickly dislocating all the major joints within his body before flinging him into the nearby harbor. There wasn't much left to do that Odelia could think of. It wouldn't be surprising that by now all the other jobs were finished by now so she headed back to the cafe. If nothing else, she wouldn't mind spending a little something now for something sweet.

Chasers - Boundary of the Crimson Sky [remake]

*Eating carrots fills Queue0013 with determination*

Will be getting up a post, sorry for the wait.

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*is posted now.... time for chaser class? ^-^*