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Miss. Dawson’s Home for the Truly Gifted!

@Lost Whispers That is great to hear boss and I hope you feel better soon, sending good vibes and internet cookies your way.

Miss. Dawson’s Home for the Truly Gifted!

Hey guys, just wanted to say that I am super excited for this to get off the ground =)

Miss. Dawson’s Home for the Truly Gifted!

Grif

"We all have something great in us."

Name
Griffin "Grif" Daniel Valentine

Age
20

Powers
Kinetikinesis
Grif is able to manipulate the kinetic energy in both himself and the world around him, he is able to use this ability to do a "crap ton of awesome stuff" as he likes to put it. Such as he is able to increase the kinetic energy within an object to send it rocketing off at unbelievable speeds. On the other end of the spectrum Grif can remove the kinetic energy from an object causing it to come to a crashing halt. He can even manipulate his own kinetic energy to allow him to move remarkably fast, deal devastating blows, and even launch himself flying through the air. Grif can even send out shockwaves of kinetic energy through the air, likewise he can send these same shockwaves through the ground or other solid objects.

Weapons
Grif doesn't really have any weapons that he uses, rather he relies on his abilities to handle situations, though he would prefer to solve things without actually having to hurt anyone if he could.

Bio
"Uhh I guess I should start with my parents shouldn't I? My mom is pretty simple if you ask me, she grew up in a rough city with crappy parents and no education, it is no real surprise that she ended up working the streets. My dad though... he is a bit of a different story. You ever hear of that villain the Devastator? Yeah the one that went around leveling whole cities, well that's dear ol' dad. Turns out that even men with the power to topple skyscrapers still want to get their rocks off from time to time, cue my mother and her uh... skills. Look I could go on and on about how my dad is a monster of a person that deserves to rot in the deepest, darkest hole possible and how my mom was some call girl that got paid to sleep with scum, but that won't get us anywhere, trust me.

Anyway my childhood wasn't so bad, despite my mom's job she tried her best to raise me right. Made sure I went to school and kept my nose out of trouble, well as much as possible. Eventually got myself a little sister to look after, luckily she didn't have the same amazing dad I did. All and all things were pretty good, great friends and family, rough neighborhood but it had nice enough people, and a okay school to go to. Things only started to get complicated when my powers show up. First it was small stuff like throwing a ball super far and running faster, but then I was ripping doors off their hinges and jumping over buildings, that was when my momma let me in on who my dad really was.

It was a lot to take in but I tried to put a good spin on it. Just because my dad was an ass hat doesn't mean I have to be right? So that is why I tried to set out and make my city better. It started out pretty great, I was stopping robberies and muggings left and right, I felt like a real hero... But then one day there was this bank robbery... I didn't mean to use so much power. I-I... I unleashed a shockwave that crumbled the building... So many people hurt and kil- ...T-That is why I am here... I want to make sure that I never do something like that ever again..."

Dreams/Wishes
Despite his upbeat attitude and good nature deep down Grif is terrified that he is like his father, that no matter how hard he tries that he is just innately bad. He wants nothing more in this world than to make up for all the damage and destruction his father has caused.

Before his powers manifested Grif always had his heart on one day going to culinary school and opening up his own restaurant.

Evil, Good, Walking the Line
The big lug has a heart of gold

Siblings
Rosanna "Rose" Delilah Valentine
Grif's younger sister, she is currently 16.

Pets
An American pitbull named Princess

Miss. Dawson’s Home for the Truly Gifted!

This looks like it will be a blast! I would love to join if you are still accepting =)

Forever Fall

This looks like it could be fun =) I would love to be a part of this if you are still accepting.

Fallout Role Play [Always Accepting]

"Ugh, 'ow in the bloody 'ell did America's listen to this shite?" A gravely voice gripped as Johnny finished his set. The annoyed tone was coming from no other than Underworld's resident Irishman, Kane, who was currently downing yet another drink. ""Or drink this shite." He grunted as he lowered his glass that had just moments before been filled with whiskey. He waved the bartender down for another drink and as he did so he noticed the performer he was just berating take a seat next to him and offered him some rather dry humor. "'onestly all country is pretty shite so the name fits." Kane said as he had his drink set in front of him. He drank along side Johnny who this time offered his take on the lovely selection of boozes down in underworld. "Aye, I've 'ad mole rat piss that tasted better than this." He said with a chuckle. "Been too damn long since I 'ad a decent drink. What 'bout you mate?"

Fallout Role Play [Always Accepting]

Sorry for disappearing guys, work has been hectic this week. I should be able to get a post up by this Friday though.

Fallout Role Play [Always Accepting]

@The Narrator Yeah, maybe we would know each other already.

Fallout Role Play [Always Accepting]

The Rad Merc

"It's the bloody truth, mate!"

Name
"Just call me Kane."
Seamus Daigh O'Kane

Age
"Hell of a looker for my age ain't I?"
225

Gender
"Last time I checked I still 'ave me dangly bits."
Male

Occupation
"Yo' 'ave the caps, I 'ave the muscle."
Mercenary
Currently employed as a guard for Underworld

Sexuality
"I fancy the lasses."
Heterosexual

Nationality
"I'm a proud drunkin' bastard!!"
Irish

Race
"I think the rads add character."
Ghoul

Karma
"Life is gonna give yo' shite, might as well give it some back."
Evil

Faction Allegiance
"Gotta watch out fer yer own arse out in the wastes."
Himself, but is working as a guard for Underworld at the moment.

Appearance
"Zombie is the new sexy."
Kane is a towering juggernaut of a ghoul, standing at a staggering 6'11 and weighting 393 pounds. He has a bulky, muscular body build with a wide frame, giving him a rather intimidating stature. His skin, like many of his fellow ghoulified kinsmen, is rotten and incredibly burned, it has a sickly green hue and is peeling off in patches. He has a few scruffs of dry, dull red hair poking from his scalp in random locations. His eyes are two sunken pitch black orbs.

Skills
"I'm a man of many talents."
Unarmed
Melee
Explosives
Big Guns

Brief History
----BEGIN VOICE MESSAGE----
"Oh so yo' wanna hear about lil' ol me eh? Well pull up a seat lad!! As yo' may 'ave guessed from my good lookin' mug I'm a ghoul, one of the few that won't try and snack on yer noggin'. I was around before the bombs dropped and everythin' went to shite, I know that is 'ard for yo' smoothskins to picture. I was born in a far off place called Ireland, that's right lad America isn't the whole world. Spent my days drinkin' and fightin', I eventually decided that I might as well get paid for it so I found work as a gun for hire, I was pretty damn good too. After a while I got hired on to help some American troops over in Anchorage, nearly froze my arse off doing it. I spent months shovin' my boot up Chinese arses, which paid off seein' as America eventually reclaimed the place. I was sent to the states to 'enjoy some much needed leave', jokes on me seein' as it wasn't long after that the world was made extra crispy."

"Turnin' into a ghoul wasn't so bad, once the first layer of skin falls off yer pretty much over the hump. What was rough was survivin' the first few years after the bombs fell, lots of confusion with fok all answers. Eventually though those damn vaults started openin' up and you smoothskins started comin' to the surface, yo' should of seen the look on some of their faces when they got a glimpse of my hide."

"In all honesty things weren't that different from before the war. People still wanted to kill each other and I was good at doin' it so work was easy enough to find. Wandered the wastes for decades, killed and cashed in, seen some shite yo' can only dream of. Eventually ended up here in the capital wasteland, got hired as some extra muscle for those ghouls down in Underworld, but I can always use the extra caps. Which brings me to this."

----GUN SHOTS HEARD----

"If yo' would be so kind as to hand over everythin' in yo' pockets lad. Or I could introduce yer teeth to the bottom of me boots."

----EXCITED BEEPING----

----END OF MESSAGE----

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

The situation was escalating quickly to say the least, then again peaceful negotiations were never this small group of misfits' forte. As his comrades readied the battle field; brandishing their blades, lining up their arrows, and even raising stone walls in defense, Shok's attention was fully engrossed with his new patient. The Tal-Vashoth had since ripped the young man's shirt off and had turned him onto his side in order to examine the wound better. "Severe blood loss, possible broken ribs, no sign of current infection..." Shok rattled off to himself as he began to clean the site with a view of the elixirs he had pulled from his satchel.

Shok sensed that the impending battle was only drawing closer and closer as he felt the tension build in the air, Ovra's and the magister's words were both filled to the brim with venom as they had their exchange. Shok's hands moved in a blur as they danced between the young man's body and his own little assortment of remedies. "The bolt hasn't punctured any vital organs. Extraction should be possible-" Shok's self monologue was cut short with the elegant exclamation from his fearless leader that truly set off the powder keg that had been brewing between the two groups.

A battle field is less than the ideal place to try and treat the wounded, but in his current line of work Shok had found that in many cases there was no other time to provide aid seeing as the patient may not make it to the end of the fight. The heat of battle was always intense, lives were wiped from this plain in the matter of moments, and this one was no different. As Shok continued to prep his patient he listened to the once high and mighty magister gurgle on her own blood and fall off of her mount, the final breaths of a severely over paid mercenary as he made the futile attempt to pull a dagger from his own heart, and the panic that flooded over the mercenary band's horses as a wave of mystic energy was washed over them. Despite all of this chaos Shok never faltered in his work, well until his patient woke up.

Shok had to admit that the question took him a bit off guard, he had been called everything from a simple freak to an otherworldly abomination, but never had he been called the Maker. Luckily though he was able to regain himself and focus on the situation. "Hallucinations, possibly do to the combination of blood loss and head injury." He said as he moved his hand to the actual bolt stuck in the man's side. Shok paused for a moment and he looked down to the young man who was weakly reaching up to him. "I am sorry, but no I am not your Maker. Now please hold still." With that Shok pulled the bolt from the young man's side and quickly replaced with layers of tight bandaging. "Deep breaths should help with the pain..." Shok added, knowing that a wave of pain had just washed over the young man.

Before he could provide any more aid Shok noticed a blur race pass his ear. It took him a few moments to realize that it was a crossbow bolt that had just narrowly missed his head. "Bothersome..." Shok said, the annoyance almost visible in his words, as he turned his head to find the mercenary that had just attempted to make his head a pincushion. Shok sneered slightly as he outstretched his hand and frost began to resonate from his fingers, moments later a spike of ice was launched from the mage's palm and sent sailing across the battlefield. The mercenary was in the mists of reloading his crossbow when the shard of ice embedded itself into his chest, piercing straight through his right lung. He gasped and gurgled in pain as he fell from his mount, this would not be a slow death for him. Shok watched with an expression twice as cold as the frost on his hands as the man squirmed on the floor before he looked back to his patient. "Where was I..."