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Hello all! Glad to see that this thing hasn't started yet.
‘This must be some sort of tactic to see if we can stand high pressure situations. Cause goddamn the tension in here is suffocating!’ Linn took a deep breath letting out a long sigh through her nose. She kept her gaze to the ground as she was wedged between two very tall boys well, let’s face it many people are tall to her. It was this that caused her to flush red when she walked in and took her place next the boys before the commanders entered the room, and why she was still beet red now.
‘Come on Linn at least look sort of tough...look at your comrades for god sake!’ The fact that she was having this internal rant was worrisome, but for now she did as her subconscious told her and glanced up at the boy to her right. Looked like a surfer dude with an even stranger hair color choice. She could hear the blood flowing through his body which was rather loud and gave away his noticeable nervousness. Poor boy, at least she wasn't the only one that felt like hiding under a rock. The one at her left however, looked…not even alive. It took a good minute of her staring to notice him actually breathe, it shocked her and she jumped slightly avoiding her gaze.
Suddenly the smell of burned flesh and blood passed by her making her head shoot up looking up and down the line of teens. How she knew this was a mystery but she eventually found the source coming from a young man with blonde hair looking as if he was just coming out of a coma. He had lifted some gauze on his arm revealing burns making her to look away quickly and gag a little. Maybe she could ease the pain later like she did before when she burned her hand on the stove.
A little ways down was a girl and her dog. Dogs, she loved dogs. Hated cats but loved dogs. Perhaps a similar love of them can start conversation later on between them. She knew that this wasn't about making friends but it wouldn't hurt to have allies. Linn glanced up at the commanders and noticed their gazes were on all of them almost judgingly so she brought her own gaze forward as if to mimic confidence when her heart felt it was going to explode in her chest.
‘Come on Linn at least look sort of tough...look at your comrades for god sake!’ The fact that she was having this internal rant was worrisome, but for now she did as her subconscious told her and glanced up at the boy to her right. Looked like a surfer dude with an even stranger hair color choice. She could hear the blood flowing through his body which was rather loud and gave away his noticeable nervousness. Poor boy, at least she wasn't the only one that felt like hiding under a rock. The one at her left however, looked…not even alive. It took a good minute of her staring to notice him actually breathe, it shocked her and she jumped slightly avoiding her gaze.
Suddenly the smell of burned flesh and blood passed by her making her head shoot up looking up and down the line of teens. How she knew this was a mystery but she eventually found the source coming from a young man with blonde hair looking as if he was just coming out of a coma. He had lifted some gauze on his arm revealing burns making her to look away quickly and gag a little. Maybe she could ease the pain later like she did before when she burned her hand on the stove.
A little ways down was a girl and her dog. Dogs, she loved dogs. Hated cats but loved dogs. Perhaps a similar love of them can start conversation later on between them. She knew that this wasn't about making friends but it wouldn't hurt to have allies. Linn glanced up at the commanders and noticed their gazes were on all of them almost judgingly so she brought her own gaze forward as if to mimic confidence when her heart felt it was going to explode in her chest.
Okay. Gottcha
What! Oh damnnit I missed it? Ugh fucking drama with my dad son of a bitch...
So is there a set date/time whatever when the IC will start?
Scarifar said
@SaraRPs Most likely tomorrow tomorrow. I highly doubt he'd stay up until midnight to create the IC.
You'd be surprised I've seen role play groups that synchronized everything down to the minute
As in tomorrow like 12AM? Or like tomorrow tomorrow. Why am I so specific.
Name: Christine Perkins
AKA: None yet.
Age: 17
Appearance:
Status: Student
Years Attended: 1
Bio: Christine was born in Athens, Georgia to her pastor father and housewife mother. Athens was a small town half of it consumed by the university so that left little to the residents thus she grew up in a small southern community. She was a bit of an outcast due to her shyness and just couldn't comprehend the sheer amount of politeness and niceness that was required of a preacher’s daughter. Her powers began manifesting at the age of thirteen. She was sweeping the floor of the church and her broom caught fire, she would walk into the room and the lights would flicker, and at one point glowed so brightly that the bulbs burst. By the time she was sixteen she had a good idea of what was happening to her and tried her best to control it though her emotions were strongly tied to her powers and she would slip up. But nothing compared to what happened the last Sunday before her life changed. Christine had been a part of the choir since she was little and on that day she was to preform her first solo. As she stepped up and begun to sing, the reality that all eyes were on her was too much to bear. The curtains caught fire, the lights began to flicker and she felt strong warmth in her fingertips. Looking down they had begun to glow like little flashlights. Everyone in the church panicked and ran screaming. She was forced to reveal herself to her parents and the town began to assume that she was possessed by a demon, including her father. He wanted to perform an exorcism on her despite her pleading with him that she wasn’t possessed. However, the night of it her mother dragged her out of bed driving her to the train station. She then bought her a ticket to North Salem, New York, gave her a suitcase surprisingly full of Christine’s clothes, a teary look and a kiss then sent her off to the school away from her father’s wrath.
Family/loved ones; Katherine Perkins (Mother), Pastor David Perkins (Father), Joey Perkins (Younger Brother)
Personality: Christine is a shy girl with mild social anxiety and a severe case of aphonia (Stage Fright). This makes her put up a wall of aloofness and aggressiveness that she hates because it’s not her at all. In reality she wants to be sociable and show that she actually is good person with a curiosity that will get her killed one day but, is trapped in her insecurities. The fact that she is emotionally fragile doesn't help either; she takes everything to heart and tends to wear her heart on her sleeve.
Powers/Abilities: Plasma Manipulation- : Create/Generate/Increase, shape and manipulate all forms of plasma, including fire, electricity, and light.
AKA: None yet.
Age: 17
Appearance:
Status: Student
Years Attended: 1
Bio: Christine was born in Athens, Georgia to her pastor father and housewife mother. Athens was a small town half of it consumed by the university so that left little to the residents thus she grew up in a small southern community. She was a bit of an outcast due to her shyness and just couldn't comprehend the sheer amount of politeness and niceness that was required of a preacher’s daughter. Her powers began manifesting at the age of thirteen. She was sweeping the floor of the church and her broom caught fire, she would walk into the room and the lights would flicker, and at one point glowed so brightly that the bulbs burst. By the time she was sixteen she had a good idea of what was happening to her and tried her best to control it though her emotions were strongly tied to her powers and she would slip up. But nothing compared to what happened the last Sunday before her life changed. Christine had been a part of the choir since she was little and on that day she was to preform her first solo. As she stepped up and begun to sing, the reality that all eyes were on her was too much to bear. The curtains caught fire, the lights began to flicker and she felt strong warmth in her fingertips. Looking down they had begun to glow like little flashlights. Everyone in the church panicked and ran screaming. She was forced to reveal herself to her parents and the town began to assume that she was possessed by a demon, including her father. He wanted to perform an exorcism on her despite her pleading with him that she wasn’t possessed. However, the night of it her mother dragged her out of bed driving her to the train station. She then bought her a ticket to North Salem, New York, gave her a suitcase surprisingly full of Christine’s clothes, a teary look and a kiss then sent her off to the school away from her father’s wrath.
Family/loved ones; Katherine Perkins (Mother), Pastor David Perkins (Father), Joey Perkins (Younger Brother)
Personality: Christine is a shy girl with mild social anxiety and a severe case of aphonia (Stage Fright). This makes her put up a wall of aloofness and aggressiveness that she hates because it’s not her at all. In reality she wants to be sociable and show that she actually is good person with a curiosity that will get her killed one day but, is trapped in her insecurities. The fact that she is emotionally fragile doesn't help either; she takes everything to heart and tends to wear her heart on her sleeve.
Powers/Abilities: Plasma Manipulation- : Create/Generate/Increase, shape and manipulate all forms of plasma, including fire, electricity, and light.
Famotill said
@Quadrophenia: Okay excellent!@Scarifar: I really should have put this in the rules haha, so I apologize but do you think you could maybe write a brief description on Artists appearance, rather than the picture (You may link the picture in your description).Other than that he's good to go! Welcome to Sanctum!@Cyka: Okay, so officially going to add this to the rules after this, and I am sorry that it wasn't already but like I asked the others could you write a brief description of the character's appearance (you made provide a link to the image after the description). Other than that I enjoyed reading about Null, if I had one question it'd be how long can she maintain her protective casing? @SaraRPs: Definitely a fan of Monsoon! She is accepted, welcome to Sanctum!
:) Thanks!
Its cool man. Um usually the group starter starts with an introduction and then kind of sets things into motion.
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