Snagglepuss89

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@Ashevelendar Relation sheets are just us dicking around mostly, not required. If you're accepted feel free to move it and post.

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"While I had the initial first impression that we were kindred spirits, as I looked deeper into her psyche the writing on the wall changed. I simply saw 'Spousal Abuse' scrawled over and over and over. Somehow I get the impression we're also polar opposites."

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Oh lord, Lawrence losing his only Kindred Spirit sans Polar Opposite to crazytown.

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@JanuaryWhistles

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Times Lawrence has pissed off an Aberration count: 1

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Lawrence B. Ellison

An Apartment Somewhere on Campus. Population: Lawrence

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"♪ Well I wake up in the morning at 11:47 and I can't believe I have to face the horror of another fucking day. ♪"

Before the song could go any further Lawrence's hand silenced the alarm with no small amount of annoyance. 11:47? He wished. No, right now it was the glorious time of 2:45. The rest of the song was accurate at least, and with a long sigh he dragged himself out of bed and over to his dresser. Today would probably be the last day he could walk around his apartment in his underwear, and he lamented that for a moment before shaking himself awake and getting dressed for the day. A long sleeve button up, his usual choice of shirt, covered up a myriad of tattoos adorning his body. As numerous as they were absurd, usually. He didn't bother to adjust the cuffs or collar before slipping on his usual pair of dark jeans and making his way to the kitchen. He wanted to be at least a little awake when his new roommates arrived to rest up before orientation.

After setting about brewing his usual cup of morning lifeblood, Lawrence made his way over to his jacket, hanging up by the door, and slipped it on to complete his day-to-day outfit. Almost unconsciously he patted it's pocket to make sure his copy of Meditations was where he left it, before making his way to the kitchen once more to finish his morning routine. He was just about to raise his mug of black gold to his lips when a hard knocking broke through his morning haze. The door? There was no way the new arrivals had been assigned rooms yet.

Upon opening it, after several annoying moments of intense knocking, he was greeted by two guards with very serious expressions on their faces. Although that was nothing new. Was he finally going to find out why they had been keeping an eye on him as of late? Uncertainty began to heighten his heart rate, but he quelled it quickly.

Knowing and not knowing the reason doesn't change it, relax.

Before he could ask though, one of the two spoke first:

"You're to come with us and greet the new arrivals."

Greet the...?

Ah, his power. It made a certain amount of sense, even though it did throw off his plans for the day. Still, he knew better than to argue with the guards, and considering the circumstances, that probably meant this was a direct order from the director herself. Seeing no use in arguing with a mountain, he slipped his shoes on and began to make his way out the door. His journey was cut short immediately though by a hand on each shoulder. Both guards were giving him hard stares, more specifically the mug in his hand.

They stood like that for a moment, before Lawrence sighed.

"Look guys, can't I at least take my coffee? My power relies on my mood, if I miss my morning coffee all I'm going to be doing is making those volatile pissed off bags of superpowers even more volatile and pissed off. I'm sure the director would care more about that than me holding a mug in my hand."

The guards looked at each other for a moment, weighing their options. Which would the director be more pissed off at? A battlefield of nonverbal communications occurred between those two sets of eyes, before they both shrugged and took their hands off his shoulders.

Relieved at his own success, he took a sip of that life saving liquid and followed behind the two.

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The Doc, The Bipolar, Their Warden, and Her Prisoners

@dragonmancer

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When he came in sight of the new arrivals, memories flooded back to him from one year ago. Unpleasant memories. He too was treated the same as them, even though he willingly surrendered himself to USARILN East. It was, of course, a smart precaution, but he had resented it all the same. The collars, the threats, the guns pointed at him. Which he noted with irritation seemed to be the case once more. Naturally, the possibility of being shot and killed if one of these loose cannons decided to try their chances worried him, but he quelled it as much as possible. He needed to be calm so that he could calm them, it was the only thing he could do to help himself not catch any stray bullets today.

Of course, he didn't recognize any of the gathered faces, aside from two. One was Lilianna Brandt, a surprise he quickly got over. She, of course, hadn't been properly oriented yet either, although he couldn't possibly imagine her learning anything new about the Institution from this. More likely than not, it was just to normalize her to the people who she'd probably be closest to during her stay here. Students who arrived at the same time tended to band together more than students that arrived in different years, regardless of their age differences.

The second face was of course that of the director. She didn't scare him in the sense that he was terrified she'd go berserk and murder him or that he had nightmares about the woman. He would be lying if he said she wasn't a wholly intimidating presence though. He knew part of that image at least had to be manufactured, but the most time he had ever spent with the woman was during his orientation. So he wasn't in any position to judge for sure, and quite frankly he didn't ever want to be in that position. If she wanted nothing to do with him then the rest of his life would be all the smoother.

Almost out of nervousness, he sipped his coffee as one of the arrivals spoke up, full of defiance. Unsure if the question was directed at him or the director, he glanced her way.

Her eyes met his. After a slight pause, he decided it best that he be the one to answer. They would probably trust his answer more than hers on this one, considering their roles.

"Well the chains are more of a safety measure- for you."

He sipped his coffee once more as if choosing his next words carefully. He wanted to start with something that would potentially make him angry, eyeing the Aberrations for ones looked to start a fight first. He had to pick the targets for his power carefully.

"Yeah, it sounds like the stupid sort of obvious lie you'd hear from a movie villain, but it's true in a sense. If you try to fight back, you will be killed, and until that was made perfectly clear to you guys it would almost be unfair to give you the opportunity to do so at all. Once we're finished with the orientation and you really understand the consequences of your actions, your freedoms will expand considerably, so please try to be patient for a bit. I know it sucks, I was in the same spot a year ago."

He paused to let his words sink in, before taking another sip- longer this time- and continuing.

"But, now as you can see I'm here, so it does get better. I'd say you get about as much freedom as your average boarding school student, which isn't too terrible compared to, say, a life in chains. As long as you follow the rules then USARILN East won't really care what you get up to in your free time. You'll even get some spending money every month and be able to walk around town."

He glanced to the director once more, more specifically the gun in her hand, before ending with:

"Of course, the difference is breaking those rules comes with much, much, much harsher consequences. So, yeah, it's a mixed bag. It's better you understand that as quickly as possible though."

With that he fell quiet, his free hand drifting into his pocket to clutch his copy of Meditations. During his orientation not everyone was... able to control themselves. He was thankful that nobody died who didn't have it coming that day, but that didn't mean he would be so lucky twice.

Being hit by a stray bullet was not on his to-do list. It took a lot to piss him off these days but that would take the cake.

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Have I mentioned that you guys are allowed to romantically go after NPCs? At least, the notable ones that have a high chance of surviving through a good portion of the story.

Not that I'm recommending it, but the option is there.

@January

In other words:

"I'm not going to play a character but this is RPGuild so please show me some sweet text love during your stay here."

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@DiggertonAlready planting your flag, eh?

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Hah, yeah, I was making edits to it after posting. Formatting here and there.

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All right, finally finished this at least with the characters already posted. It goes without saying, but these are obviously his views on the characters, some will be wrong and some will be right. I only looked at the personality and appearance sections when writing these.

Interview With The Doc

Look, I know they call me 'Doc' but do you really need me to psychoanalyze the newbies? I'm sure you have people for that.

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What? My opinion? Why does that matter? You know what, nevermind, let's just make this quick so I can get back.

People The Doc Likes:

People The Doc Dislikes:

People The Doc Is Neutral On:

Lily - Lily first? All right, I guess I have known her a week longer than the others, so I'm game. I guess it makes me a horrible person if I say I prefer her when she's depressed instead of manic, but you guys never really cared about how terrible we are. I mean, of course I want her to be in a good mood whenever possible for her sake, but... Wow that's a lot to handle at once. Still, that doesn't bother me too much. What bothers me is her powers. Taking on the injury of someone else? I'm not sure whether I respect her for having the mental fortitude to do that, or worry about her sense of self worth. What is she saying about her own value if she can damage herself readily? This is all speculation though, I'm not inside of her head (Magical hocus pocus aside) and I hope I'm wrong. Still, I'd be lying if I said that didn't affect my view of her.

Emma - All right, so Emma. Another person I'm not quite sure how I feel about, exactly. On the one hand, I appreciate how kind she is to everyone, and if taken at face value that's pretty great. On the other hand... Emotions are sorta my thing, you know? I deal with Aberrations every day, so I've seen all kinds. I'm not saying she's secretly a void of emotion or an ocean of depression, but an act is an act. I don't really care for people who put on a front. So, it's hard to say one way or the other how I feel about her. I respect her good qualities and have no respect for her "bad" ones, if you can even call it that. If she can't trust me enough to take off that mask I won't be able to trust her enough to become her friend.

Grant - He's something between a kindred spirit and a polar opposite. I wouldn't consider myself lazy but I can definitely relate to someone that doesn't give a damn about appearances or being "productive". Still, that bone he has to pick with authority? Grow up. Now I don't mean that in the sense of "Oh, you need to get over everything that's wrong with you and live a happy life", but there's clearly a deeper problem there than teen angst. Instead of lashing out he needs to realize that the people trying to help him are trying to help him. He's almost an adult, having these issues isn't a problem but not trying to fix them is. Needs an actual therapist. So if he blows up on me, I get it, but it's not going to win him any points. Other than that, he seems all right by me.

Chris - Another of those people I would describe as being in between a kindred spirit and polar opposite. I think we have similar tastes in company to a degree, in that we both can respect a more muted attitude in people. His preferences in that regard though seem much stronger than mine are. The real difference lies in the fact that the guy doesn't seem comfortable with himself, at all, and that's an issue. Self acceptance is a pretty big part of life, you know? Someone who can't talk about themselves with others clearly has a lot of honest introspection to do. Kinda feel like I should introduce the guy to Stoicism and see if anything good comes from it, seems like the perfect type to benefit. Still, I'm not here to take on an apprentice. If he wants help accepting himself I'll do what I can, but if he doesn't then I can't see much of a friendship developing during his time here. I'd feel like I was hanging out with an empty shell.

Sander - This guy's harder to get a solid read on than most, I'll give him that. I feel like I could flip my "Calm the fuck down" magic switch on 24/7 around him and I'd still be weary of getting caught up in a tantrum. Still, he seems... reasonable, which I like. Dude clearly hates this place and everything about it, but he falls in line instead of trying to be a rebel and wasting his time. I'm perhaps not so much of an... idealist as he is, but as long as he doesn't go full radical one day and start marching in the streets I think we'll be fine. Rather, as long as he doesn't expect me to join him when that happens, because honestly I would rather just read about it later.

Callan - So, Callan, our resident hero-complex. I'm not even quite sure where to start with her. She's... weirdly normal, in the sense that her powers and life at the Institute don't seem to be able to make a dent in her in her natural personality and schedule. Not that I've known her since birth or anything, but I just get the feeling that if I had met her before and after she awoke from her dreams, she would be the same person entirely. I can't say that I really "get" the hero complex thing she has going on though. That and the amount of effort she puts towards achieving her ideals is disproportional to their size. She's both spreading herself too thin, and not putting enough effort to make up for it. If one or both of those realities doesn't change, she's either going to burn out or break. Whether she's aware of this and doesn't care, or is unaware of it entirely, who knows? I don't.

Kursai - I enjoy a good verbal spar, but holy Hell I think she and I have different reasons behind why. It's one thing to burn your friends in a fun way, it's another to try and torch every individual you come across indiscriminately. I get that she doesn't really have to worry about an Aberration accidentally killing her in a bit of rage, but tempering her tongue with a bit of wisdom would go a long way towards helping her get by in life. Personally? I think it's fun, in a way, but I can't really agree with going around making potential enemies left and right. It's careless, dangerously so. I feel like she's missing a reason not to though. Perhaps not exactly lacking a will to live, but a will to live well. I may not have much ambition in my life, but I at least try to live well by my own definition. Maybe one day she'll find what she needs.

Padma - We're in no way kindred spirits, just polar opposites. I'm fine holding a conversation with her, really, but she's going to have to run circles while I sit in a chair. It's not that I hate being active, but I prefer to exercise my mind in my free time rather than my muscles. She'd be useful as a partner in learning some physical skills, which I can totally get behind, but I can't commit to that every day of the week. I don't feel like she'd accept a "Hey, how about we do this once a week" commitment from anybody. Still, there's something that can be said about discipline, and she seems to have that in abundance. She may be a bit... lacking in flexibility though as a result. Perhaps a brick wall to my river? Something I can admire but not relate to.

Marcus - I swear this guy would get along great with Emma because I get the exact same vibe from those two. He's the class clown to her social butterfly and neither one feels entirely natural. I like the humor, personally, it's a lot better than the usual angsty, whining, and angry bags of hormones that usually wander the halls. I'm not quite saying it's a mask, I think he's genuinely someone who likes a laugh. Still, it almost feels like he's putting... to much of himself into it, and neglecting other aspects in the process. I'm not sure if he's consciously doing that or not, but it makes getting a real read on him difficult. So, I think I'm going to just wait and see when it comes to him, and hopefully not regret it.

Lincoln - I don't like the guy. I don't like most assholes though, and that hasn't stopped me from hanging around Aberrations yet. I don't particularly care one way or the other about how much of a prick he is, I just care about whether he'll be a liability in the long run or an asset. The guy seems like a gamble to me, and not a very wise one. If he manages to not kill me or his peers, then great, we have another useful asshole around to put up with. If he does though... I hope it's not a mistake the Institute makes again. I'm probably digging my own grave when I say I do think he deserves a chance like everyone else, and he should use me to chill the fuck out before he goes causing any damage. If he does. At least his power isn't one of the more lethal ones out there.

Zoe - Hot headed Aberration? Never seen that one before. Like I've said before though, I'm so used to this by now I don't even care that much. On the one hand, she's honest and straightforward, which is good. On the other, she's honest and straightforward, which is bad. Tactfulness, while I'm not always the best with it myself, exists for a reason. She reminds me a bit of Padma with the whole inflexibility thing, which again is admirable but not always good. Still, she seems very... self aware of how she ticks, and her decisions and actions aren't bred from ignorance. I just wish she'd drop that self confident facade she uses as a defense mechanism. It's easier to read than Emma's and loses her just as many points. Trust people to like who you are or accept that they won't, especially if you're not going to be shy about making enemies anyway.

Hazel - A calm Aberration? I'd rather take my chances with the moody ones. That collar around her neck doesn't help matters, in all honesty she's pretty suspicious. Rather, the circumstances surrounding her are suspicious, and I'm not usually one to question these things. I've said I couldn't get a read on a couple of people so far, but she by far takes the cake in that department. It isn't even that she's trying to wear a mask as far as I can tell, but that she's missing in her own body. Maybe if my powers were stronger I could do something for her, but until then it's hard to have an opinion. Maybe one day I'll meet her for real, if I'm even right about this.

Siena - "A kindred spirit and polar opposite", just how many times am I going to have to describe somebody that way? First off, I'll be damned but she reads as much as I do. Hell, maybe she even reads more than I do these days with all the Aberrations constantly taking up my time. If knowledge were actually power I'd wager the two of us combined could probably take over this small corner of the world with little difficulty. Still, she's lost in a way that I'm not even sure can be helped. Plenty of people around here are trying to hide their true selves, or trying to avoid introspection so that they themselves don't have to know what lies belief the surface. Her though? She's trying hard and not able to come up with any answers, and that's not something even a professional can help with, I'd wager. I don't envy her power if that's the end result of using it. I can't say that I relate to a wealthy upbringing either, but my life's been comfortable enough this past year that I can understand not having to worry about money, to an extent. Overall, if she ever finds the answers she needs about herself, I wouldn't mind sparing a chair in my corner of the library.

Samantha - A... Kindred spirit? Wow, what an actual surprise. Sure, she may not be as upbeat as I am or spoiling for a battle of wits when in a good mood, Hell if I care about that though. Previous criticisms I've made apply of course, sometimes it's wiser to be quiet than tactless, etc. If I had a major point of contention, and I do, it's that she needs to let down that wall of hers more. I understand, to a point, a year at the Institution means I've known people who left and never came back. Good people, assholes, friends and enemies have all died. I guess I could work on that flaw a bit myself, but I'm not here to give an opinion on "Lawrence Ellison". Though covering Samantha may as well be at this point. So I think I'm going to cut this short before I give you guys more info than I meant to.

If you want my real opinion? I don't really give a damn about who a person is or how they act. I don't get close to people I don't respect, that's the criteria. That respect needs to be earned, and I just don't know anybody well enough to say "Ah, yes, this is somebody I'd like to invest in as a friend". Plus, it makes my job easier if I don't have a bunch of buddies trying to take up my free time, most people who want my help don't want an audience in their time of weakness.