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The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

The only beats he tries to miss are the ones his daddy gives him.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Procella May Kennedy

Procella May Kennedy

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

▼ | S T A T S : |

▸ B I R T H N A M E : | Procella May Kennedy.
▸ N I C K N A M E / A L I A S : |
▸ G E N D E R : | Female
▸ A G E : | 17
▸ H E I G H T : | 5'2.
▸ W E I G H T : | 105 lbs soaking wet, which she often is.
▸ E T H N I C I T Y : | Caucasian, but a quarter Cherokee.
▸ Y E A R : | First year.

▼ | P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N : |

Procella looks like she might blow away if one strong breeze hits her, which is about as misleading as appearances can get, aside from thinking that the lisp and face tattoo make Mike Tyson seem harmless. She's got short cut brown hair that's streaked with grey - she appears to be going grey rather prematurely, but is at least doing so with style. Her nose is a bit upturned and there are a few faint freckles on her cheeks. She doesn't have a very prominent jawline and her face is more rounded. Her skin is fairly pale, and one might not guess at her grandmother's Cherokee blood. She tends to stand with a very slight hunch, and favors her right leg. She usually stands with her arms crossed over her chest, curling in just a bit, as if she were cold. She nearly always wears a rainjacket of some kind - she's cold-natured, and with her slim build she usually needs it to stay warm. Procella's eyes are a dull blue-green, and she has pretty ugly fingernails from chewing on them. Bad habits. She has a scar on the palm of her left hand and on the outside of her right leg from a time, jagged, but usually not too noticeable (the right leg scar is on her thigh and hidden unless one were, ah, getting to know Procella). She suffers from an incurable genetic condition most commonly known as resting bitch face. She generally isn't too expressive, which doesn't help much. Not the most approachable. Her coat and - to a lesser degree, her hair - tend to sway and ripple a bit even when Procella is sitting still, as if a gust of wind was perpetually rushing them. This usually isn't super noticeable, but is more prominent when Procella loses her cool. She has a tattoo of a thunderbird that spans her back and the right side of her chest, similar to this.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

▼ | P E R S O N A L I T Y : |

Procella is a bit broody. She's not mean, just slow to warm up to people and never good at initiating conversations. She tends to be slightly self-conscious - as most teenagers, and, hell, adults - often are, and usually questions the motives of people coming up and striking conversations. The positive side is that Procella is very unlikely to be ensnared into a timeshare seminar. The downside is that she's not exactly a social butterfly. Procella tends to be more of a thinker than a doer - she plans and mulls over her choices before committing one way or another. This makes finding a place to eat with her nightmarish and playing board games with her similar nightmarish. She's got a pretty dark sense of humor, which can alienate some people who, understandably, take her seriously. She's not averse to making friends, just not particularly good at it, and slow to open up. This can make her a little easily manipulated on that front. She's fairly clever and has a good work ethic, and generally does well in classes. Prefers to think things rather than to say them, and has admiration for those who can put themselves out there.

▼ | B A C K S T O R Y : |

I really hate backstories. Essentially, she grew up in a fairly decent family, but due to it being a military family, she moved around a lot and never developed a lot of lasting relationships. Close ties with her family, however. She considers her powers more of a curse and is generally afraid for how they'll impact her life, and hopes that the Promise can enable a semblance of a normal life heading out.

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▼ | P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N : |

Elemental

▼ | P O W E R D E S C R I P T I O N : |

Procella is - as you may have noticed by the motif thus far - a walking hurricane. Her powers are usually not quite so dramatic, but a walking tropical breeze doesn't sound quite as cool. Her body is both a magnet for and a source of violent weather changes. Her ability to directly control these changes is somewhat limited - she can alter them to some degree, but isn't really capable of precise action. Her atmospheric powers are also theorized to help out on the Promise, as she could, in theory, help retain some semblance of an atmosphere if the hull was ruptured and the systems were critically damaged. Her powers give her a general immunity to electricity, but she hasn't put this into practice too much. The source of the scars on her hand and leg are from being struck by lightning while trying to test out her powers on a water tower - the lightning didn't harm her, but she fell off the ladder and hit the barbed wire fence nearby; she may shrug off a taser, but it could still cause her to seize up a bit or flinch. Procella's powers are generally focused on wind, rain, and lightning (the ladder to a much lesser degree) but she has produced hail on occasion. It wouldn't be technically accurate to call her power "atmospheric manipulation", as that implies a greater degree of finesse and control than she really has, but it's not entirely off the mark. She could, with time and experience, learn to willfully alter more subtle nuances of the air around her, like humidity, or produce more specific weather effects, like hail, etc. As is, these are mostly accidental byproducts. Her "lower level" powers are useful but mostly situational. She, when angry, can accidentally discharge electricity, but not like hurling lightning bolts or anything. She could probably ruin a computer by poking it if she was really furious, and if she was hand-to-hand fighting for her life, could zap her target pretty well (or, more likely, they'd get zapped trying to grab her - she's not much of a fighter). Procella, if properly hydrated, could also exude a decent amount of mist, which would be more her speed - rather than trying to fight and running the risk of killing herself or someone else, she could slip away. She can affect the temperature and humidity to some degree, but not with a lot of precision. While likely not of much use on the Promise, her ability to affect the wind could pretty severely fuck up any long-range sniping. She could also probably manage to produce a bout of thunder at will, which has little direct impact, but has its uses. Her ability to "generate weather" can also lend itself to some creative uses - she's clever and practical enough to figure out ways to sustain herself without breathing, and could probably make her scent near-impossible to follow if she put her mind to it. Chemical weapons used against Procella would likely not be very effective, as she could pretty easily turn toxic gas back on her attackers (see: any use of mustard gas in WWI when the breeze was blowing).

Limits

Firstly, we'll talk about the "inertia" of her power. Procella generally doesn't like going all-out, because she doesn't have much control over things once they get to that level. Her lack of precision has hurt others and herself in the past, so she's less than totally willing to go to that level. Once things start really rolling, it's hard for her to just flip it off - when the air starts circulating, the pressure drops, etc, it takes considerable energy to reverse that. Maintaining and reaching that level is very energy-exhausting as well, and requires a bit of focus. Active weather manipulation takes a lot of concentration on her part - if someone was running at her, she wouldn't really be able to whip up a hurricane to stop them in the span of a few seconds. In a large melee, she could duck into a corner and start working her magic, but in a one on one confrontation, her options are more limited. She's got the potential to be a better direct fighter, but has had little training and shied away from really fine-tuning her abilities, or the more creative applications of her abilities. Procella is immune to her own abilities, but not to the repercussions of them - very few buildings tend to withstand hurricane force winds, so if Procella goes full-strength, she runs the risk of dropping a building on herself. Again, less of a problem in the Promise, but debris flying around can still do plenty of damage to her. This coupled with her aversion of using her abilities means she probably won't go full force unless she's truly furious or in severe danger of her own life. Procella's limp also inhibits her fighting abilities a bit, and makes her more cautious to get into a confrontation.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

Procella has a limp from falling off the water tower, and occasionally uses a cane, but sometimes doesn't - she doesn't want to get labelled the cripple girl, after all.

@He Who Walks Behind

I fixed up the link and got rid of the excess indent tags.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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Abraham Gene

_{@SepticGentleman}

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Abraham looked towards the approaching man at the prompting of his voice. "Poster caught your eye, stranger?" Indeed, though this time it was the man's own head that enraptured Abe's attention. The guy was wearing a mask on his face. He wondered if he planned on blowing something up or was just so hideously ugly that he hid behind it. Whatever the case, security wasn't jumping on the guy, so whatever his reason was didn't matter to him. Strange, sure, but Abe was in space now. The bar of expectations of weirdness should be set pretty high by now. He looked at the man (though he was not quite sure where to look at) with a smirk, then back at the poster.

"With it being that orange and shiny, how could it not?" Abe replied. "Yeah, it caught my eye. So what's it about, really? This Archie guy looking for a special someone to catch some hands?"

Truth be told, that was one thing he learned from fighting rings on the street. Sure, it was mostly for fun and money. But people also used them as hunting grounds to scope out some able bodies to do a bit of dirty work for meager pay. He wasn't sure if such practice existed on board this station, but it was big. Big enough that some things could go missing - or some people. But public advertisement for such a recreation sounded unbelievable. There was something more to what the poster was advertising than it told us.

It didn't help that it was formatted in such a way that it seemed to speak to those who already knew what it was.

"I can fight," Abe continued, "but I don't like being a part of someone else's game."

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Concept: Nick posting, and everyone is happy. We can continue.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

@Mega Birb, if anyone tries to dictate what writing style in how you fill out your sheet, their roleplay isn't one worth joining anyways.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

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Abraham Gene

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Abe was one of the lucky few that made it onto the shuttle without being drugged and kidnapped, but was only just on the other side of a thin line that kept him away from that circumstance. He believed that, if he refused, they might have just taken him anyways. If face with a no win scenario, it's better to take the better option so that you're at least left with something – then you can bide your time and win later. But it is hard to call yourself lucky when you were forced into something, especially when that “something” is being strapped onto a rocket and getting shot into space. The trip was so stomach wrenching, and the force was so powerful, he was positive that he'd throw up everything he had eaten if he had actually bothered to eat today. He was fortunate in this regard – word had it that some among them were already puking on themselves or on the floor. This is the sort of thing Abe meant when he was thinking about being left with something and winning later.

Whatever promise that the Promise had was unclear to him at best. He just hoped it wouldn't be a waste of time.

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As the pod approached, the port at the bottom of it's central spire opened and the pod flew seamlessly into it. Abraham and many other students lurched forward when a series of braking systems enclosed around the pod as it flew through the port's bowels. As it came to a stop, the seat belts released from around the normal students.

The whole process of transporting the group 350 miles had taken twenty minutes.

The doors opened, and a flood of people in all shapes and sizes rushed in. Abraham unlocked his own restraints, but he was still too disoriented from the blast-off to stand. A variety of strangers came into pod to help the new first years get out of the pod and help them stand, and to Abe's aid came a younger woman. Blonde and thin, dressed with a wool peacoat over her regular clothes as space travel can be quite chilly at times. She had the most ethereal blue eyes that looked to glow in the dark. She offered her hand to him with an uncomfortable smile.

“Hi, welcome aboard the Promise!” She said in a thick Slavic accent. “What's your name?”

Abe looked her up and down and gave her a weak smirk. “The name's Abraham, darlin',” he replied queasily as he took her hand to help himself up - “Oof!”

The girl might have been somewhat tall, but she was tiny in comparison to the man, and had to use her whole body just to support Abraham's weight.

“...But you can call me Abe.” He finished.

The girl laughed a little. “What if I just call you Abraham?”

“Oh man, that's cold.” Abe joked. “Well what do I call you then?”

“My name's Andrea.” She said with a smile. “This will be my second year on Promise.”

“Is that right? So, I hope you don't mind my asking, but what's with the...?” Abe drew circles around his eyes.

“Do you start every conversation about powers?” Andrea joked back. “It has to do with being a cerebral, I guess. There are so many different kinds meta-humans on board, that you just learn not to question anything. All of it becomes normal after a while. I promise you'll eventually feel at home here.” She guaranteed with a smile as the two finally hauled themselves to the door.

“You people and this place sure like their promises.” Abe commented. He looked at her as she left him leaning against the frame. “Is there a problem?”

“Oh, uh, your first steps!” Andrea said. “There's a sort of custom on board that encourages newcomers to take their first steps on their own.”

“Even the people who were forced here?” Abe asked, picking up on the hypocrisy.

“It's hard to get, I know.” Andrea agreed. “But it's easier to understand the longer you've been here.”

Abe just sighed and shrugged. Holding tightly onto the doorway for him to keep his balance, he stuck a foot through the doorway and felt the dock firmly beneath his boot - but his ankles felt wobbly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wasn't intending on embarrassing himself here. He wasn't weak. He didn't need help. He braced his legs and steeled nerves. Pissed himself off a little, honestly. He opened his eyes, steeled his face, and let go of the doorway and walked out. Posture straight and legs strong. Andrea watched him stroll away from the shuttle, alarmed.

“That's... impressive.” She said. “Most people can barely hold their lunch in, let alone...”

“Most people aren't like me.” Abe interrupted with cocksure bravado.

“Uh... right...” Andrea said. She was skimming his surface thoughts for any clues, but what she gathered was just too big a flurry of overwhelming and aggressive emotions for her to discern anything– but how Abraham conducted himself betrayed all of it with a convincing portrayal of moxie.

“So, what do you think--” Abe tried asking, but Andrea put a finger up.

“Uh, excuse me, I-I'm sorry, but I've got to be somewhere. Help more of the newcomers! Feel free to look around and mingle and... stuff. Sorry – got to go!”

Andrea hurried off in a rush towards another section of the shuttle, seemingly finding her way through the crowd well, and leaving Abe out to dry and curious. He shrugged his shoulders and promised himself to go find her later as he started walking off and looking at the walls, and listening to conversations to see if he can't find himself a place to be. There were a couple of desks with long lines, but he'd wait those out. A large orange poster on a wall caught his eye though, and a group made up mostly of athletic folks were surrounding it. As Abe approached, they allowed him some space to read.

“Presented by Andrew 'Archie Davis... the Combatica Challenge.” Abe muttered to himself. He doubted he'd find himself a place here, but it looks like there might be something for him after all.

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Andrea Pasternack

_@JunkMail

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Andrea was in eager retreat from Abraham and whatever danger she felt he presented. Her mind was flurrying – for some, some reason, God, she couldn't think why. Something about him just felt threatening to her and... Lord, the walls were closing in on her. Spiked, prickly, suffocating walls - breathe - she had to breath! In and out. In through the nose... out through the mouth... she was beginning to regain her nerves now and was trying to think back on something. There was a reason for this sudden anxiety. There had to be. There's a reason for everything, she just had to think back. Maybe he reminded her of something or someone...

“Welcome to the Promise, Wednesday.”

That voice. She knew that voice, the one with the distinct British accent. She turned around to see Arianna and found immediate comfort in being around a familiar face. A girl with beautiful blonde hair, thin like she was, and Andrea likely had some British influence on her Slavic accent, so it was no big surprise when people might have confused the two as sisters. That was one suggestion she couldn't complain about – they may as well have been. Arianna's help in getting herself to fit in was invaluable.

“Arianna!” Andrea exclaimed out of relief.

Arianna turned around curiously and then gave her an excited wave. "Hello, love!"

Andrea greeted her with a warm hug and found solace in her touch. “I'm glad I managed to find you out here. Who's our new passenger?”

"This is Wednesday!" Arianna proclaimed proudly. "Wednesday, Andrea Pasternack. Polish beauty queen."

"That's enough of that." Andrea jested with a smile.

She looked Wednesday up and down as though she was reading her. Wednesday felt threatening in a similar way to man she helped out, prompting reluctance as she was still somewhat shaken by him, but Wednesday was different in that she carried a greater burden on her; a vulnerability, which made her feel more trustworthy than the man. Maybe it was foolish on her behalf, but experience taught her that the difference between people molded by responsibility and molded by choices was that the former was held in higher favor on moral grounds than the latter. Andrea glanced away for a moment as if to look at someone – no one was there – and then back at Wednesday's eyes wand tilted her head to the side.

“She has weary shoulders,” she commented absentmindedly in her soothing voice. Her face softened to a delicate and gentler expression.

“What are you worried about, miss?” She asked.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

I'm gonna steal your fucking bones.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Andrea:

■ Henry: "Every child and young adult that comes aboard this ship is afraid. Even if they hide it or don't want to admit. Every single one. I know. I wasn't any different either. Henry was there for me. So was the rest of the faculty. They were there for everyone. It might take them a while, but they'll learn to appreciate them. They'll learn to owe them everything. Just like I did.

■ Wednesday: "She doesn't have to talk to me. She doesn't even have to like me. I don't even have to be a psychic. It's in her eyes. She was forced to do things she doesn't want to do. She got caught up in a storm. She got trapped. Whenever she is ready, I'll be there to talk to her and understand her. People want to be understood, especially after they've done terrible things. They want others to understand how someone could rationalize what they've done."

■ Jasmine: "I used to be like her. I mean, minus the sports. I might actually be more like her sister, but Jasmine's attitude was a lot like mine back in high school. Number me a mix between the two. I'm glad that she turned out alright! She still has her spunk, and I hope that doesn't go away."

■ Phoebe: "She's more of an academic like me, but she had to compete with her sister to get where she was. I didn't realize how lucky I was back then, because things just worked out for me. I look at Phoebe, though, and I see the girl I could've been. She's sixteen years old and she's already got a leader's spirit! I'd like to help her get to where she needs to be."

■ Lynwen: "I like her. She's not too energetic, so talking to her isn't going to exhaust me or anything, but she has passion. She buries it so most people can't see, but she's strong willed, honest, and means well. Who knows, maybe I can befriend her over yoga or something."

■ Elias: "He's a smart man who hides away in his office and pretends like he doesn't care. He does what he can, though, and I appreciate him. I doubt he wanted to keep me of all people around when I came aboard last year, but he's been patient. My only complaint is that I don't think he's nearly as patient or empathetic as he should be."

■ Archie: "I don't really understand him at all. Reading minds doesn't work if you don't understand how they think. But as someone who's been here a long time, I think he has a lot to offer to the community, so I guess I can't complain. But even after a year being here, I still don't know what to expect from him."

■ Gavin: "He seems like a sweet kid. I don't know why he gets as much flak as he does. Not everyone is good at the same thing, he just has to find what he is good at. It takes time and he's only sixteen. I get the feeling he's going to need a friend, and I'll try to be there for him if no one else will."

■ Abraham: "Honestly, he's scary. That's what I think. I try not to judge based on first impressions, but he's hiding something. There's a presence beneath his surface thoughts that's hard to access, and it's not good. There is some really bad stuff he's hiding in there. He built and tall, and he's cunning, and I don't think I can trust him. Even if he's hiding something that's hurting him, even his surface thoughts are suspicious, and three's too much potential for harm and... I... I don't know. I just think he's bad news."

■ Grit: "Pardon my ignorance, but I haven't been to America. Is this what it's like there? I thought the stereotypes were just that."

■ Uril: "He seems okay, but his power seriously bugs me. That just isn't right."

Abraham

■ Andrea: "Damn."

Abe, you dog.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

Andrea Pasternack

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

▼ | S T A T S : |

▸ B I R T H N A M E : | Andrea Pasternack
▸ N I C K N A M E / A L I A S : | Seven (7), Kintsugi, Icarus (Don't you dare), Snow (Don't you dare), Needles (Don't you dare)
▸ G E N D E R : | Female
▸ A G E : | 19
▸ H E I G H T : | 5'9"
▸ W E I G H T : | 116 lbs.
▸ E T H N I C I T Y : | 45% Polish, 35% Finnish, 12% Swedish, 8% Norwegian.
▸ Y E A R : | 2nd year

▼ | P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N : |

Since a young age, Andrea has developed beyond her years. She stand taller than many women, though not all, and even some other boys her age. Long, naturally wavy bright blond hair you'd see was well taken care of, but still appears a little bit brittle, and is further accentuated by hazel blue eyes and pale skin, and just as often done up with makeup so that her skin appears to possess an even skin tone without the underlying blood creating pictures on her skin. Her complexion, otherwise, gives you the impression that she was quite the beauty - and still is - but there is something else present in her face that'd give away a history with struggle. Where perhaps she passed through a dark time in her life and is coming back from it. Faintly noticeable, but ever-present bags sit under her eyes. Not wrinkles, but something that makes her skin look as though it's being pulled on tight. Pink but dehydrated lips and a tired expression, always trying to mask it with a kind, faint smile where tries to keep her mouth closed to hide the barely yellowed teeth. No scars on her face or freckles to speak of, though there are puncture scars on her arms. She wears a little button nose, the left nostril of which is adorned by a piercing with the littlest diamond you ever did see. She also has earring studs, one on each lobe. Other adornments includes a silver band on her left hand and red polish on her fingernails, giving it a clean looking guise, but closer inspection reveals that she picks at it. Perhaps the result of a nervous tick?

Her frame is petite and slender, with breasts at 28E and legs for days. She lacks enough strength to be even remotely threatening though, and while she can carry most of the stuff she'll ever need to carry, nobody will be asking her to do the lifting for them. Most of her workout routine is concerned about jogging and yoga. It keeps her cardio up and figure right, but not much more than that aside from the mental therapy they provide. Despite her looks and body type, she doesn't dress provocatively at all and so she is spared from sexualization at first glance. She might dress in "sexier" clothes behind closed doors if she's just doing it for herself and doesn't plan on going out. Typically, she is fitted with a black wool peacoat, buttoned all the way down. But underneath, one of her favorite outfits has any color of blouse tops, short sleeved, long sleeved, button-up or v-necked, it didn't matter - with a strap with a buckle going around her waist and it's usually tucked into a lace pencil skirt, often black. Underneath, she likes black leggings or yoga pants and she prefers to wear shoes or boots with thick cuban heels.

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▼ | P E R S O N A L I T Y : |

What we have today are remnants of what she used to be. You can still see the sun shining through the cracks, and she seems to glow a little brighter each day than the last. A couple years ago, she might have been louder, haughtier, more entitled and very much naive. But now you have a girl who has been humbled and jaded. She's soft-spoken. Delicately gentle. Timid. Sensitive to a fault, where she holds people's opinions of her in too high a regard, but she's also someone who's appreciative and generous. There's an air of wisdom around her, the kind that people have to suffer for, but she has always been sweet and kind. She is liberal with her love and willing to share it with people around her. She's got the heart of a mother, trying to protect people she cares about, even people she doesn't, and a particular soft spot for children. She tries to dole out as much advice as she can to keep people on the right path, and one of the first few things people think about after they're subject to such behavior is "what the shit has this girl been through that she's acting this way?"

A history of substance abuse tore her apart, and it took the Promise to build her back up. Even every now and again, she falls in this little pit of despair that she tries to not let other people see. When people build her up, she tears herself down. So guilty a conscience that she apparently seeks to punish herself even when others tell her what happened wasn't her fault. She's quick to forget about the positive reinforcement she receives and latches onto the negative. It's not that she doesn't value it. She does, and she exercises gratitude every day and deliberately tries to find reasons to like herself, but she ends up losing her way while walking through those woods. Her biggest wish is to just feel normal again, and feeling like the outcast out of everyone she meets feels like torture. She clings to the Christian values she was raised with, but her faith has since shattered. She finds it hard to believe in a God, or in a God who loves her, but the teachings of Christ are something dear to her. They tell her that everyone is worth saving. They told her that when Jesus sat with pariahs. With the beggars and whores, the bastards - all of them. She wants to believe there's still a chance for her, so she still carries on while trying to love thy neighbor, not be the judge of a person's worth, and sharing what she has. She wants to believe that being kind and remaining true to herself is all it takes to show herself worthy of the life she was given. She tries not to get involved in political discussion with people, since she has no desire to argue, but it follows that she votes liberally and progressively.

Despite her history, still don't make the mistake in believing the "dumb blonde" stereotype. She became the valedictorian of her high school one year with a 4.5 GPA and 126 IQ, and was accepted into Cambridge s University to practice public law. While tragedy struck that forced her to drop out in her second year, she very well could have kept going if she were remain devoted and drop other responsibilities. Book smart, nuance savvy, knows three languages, and is politically aware, she's a girl whose wits you don't want to challenge. While she's no human calculator (closer to being a human dictionary TBH), she could probably debate circles around you if she wanted to. As suggested by a successful high school career, she's good at scheduling and juggling priorities. Also musically and artistically minded according to her penchant for singing, love for acting and theater, and painting. Singing is something that can be practiced at all times, but the latter two had to be fit into her busy schedule with careful time management.

It takes a lot to rile her up. She'd sooner shut down or dodge drama when she can, but she has been through too much and understands all too well what it's like being on the bottom rung to let it happen to other people, and certainly not to watch another berate them for it. It's a passionate anger that makes her lose sight and perspective, and it's embarrassing for her when it happens. She can also be a hypocrite sometimes. She is the first one to give people her condolences and sympathy, but she hates pity. She could appreciate it when she was first on-board and in dire need of help, but she's in recovery now and trying to be on her way to being normal again. The last thing she wants now is people's pity. She wants to move on, not to remain in her past. She can even be a little bit cruel, unprecedentedly so, when the victim of her lashing out was just unfortunately unaware or oblivious, only trying to do what they thought was best and offer their condolences. Andrea knows she's in the wrong when this happens, but she struggles trying to control or even contain her emotions

Ultimately, she is a generous girl who means well. She's loyal to kind hearts, and she loves unconditionally. If you're looking for a friend, you'll scarcely find one more devoted and understanding.

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Andrea's story is one of a girl who was set up for success in every possible way, but lost everything. Growing up, Andrea was completely unaware of her own privileged life, and how lucky she has been for the majority of it. She was born to a Christian high-middle class family in Poland. They could afford good schools. Andrea was working early, she learned how to drive, was raised faithful, and she learned English and French on top of her native language. Hard work carried her to be her high school's valedictorian. She had boyfriends, broke her heart a couple times, and move one. All the while, she had multiple opportunities made available to her such as offers for placements in a couple different commercials by different producers with the help of her loving family - oh, and she could sing. Everything was essentially handed to her on a silver platter, and that is not to knock her own intelligence down, no. She was smart and balanced her early life out nigh perfectly. In the senior yearbook, was voted Most Likely to Succeed. Amidst all this fortune and the popularity she had in school, it didn't do much to alter her nature. She's naturally been a sweet-tempered and reasonable girl, if a bit naive of her place and the place of others in the world. She denied the existence of her privileges and good fortune and insisted that she has worked hard to earn what she has – which may be true to some degree, as she is no stranger to responsibility, but it's clear that a lot of things in her life has been handed to her, and she is currently on the beginning of a long road that's keen on not giving a single damn about "all the good things" she's accomplished. Right outside of high school, the world is very different.

Right out of high school, not even a legal adult yet, and Andrea already had high expectations of where she planned to go, but she was determined to smash those barriers. She wanted to travel to the United States to pursue law at Harvard, which was a massive undertaking on its own. At the same time, she also wanted to balance with it an acting career, which would help pay for the expenses. Then the heavy hand of reality squashed her Legally Blonde fantasies: despite valedictorian status and scholarships, Harvard never replied to her applications. She went down the list applying, and all the while also auditioning for acting gigs so that she wasn't wasting her time. Oxford? No. Yale? No. Stanford? No. She got only small gigs playing extras in commercials. Submitting submission after submission, at this point only waiting to see if one of the big colleges notice her, she eventually got acceptance at Cambridge University in the UK. The university was prestigious in its own right, but it didn't make Andrea feel very special after being ignored so many times. Still, she persisted through Cambridge, where she sought to practice public law and become an attorney

Trying to balance her life became challenging when she was on her own in Cambridge. She survived her first year, but entering her second year of university, she was caught like a tight-rope between trying to survive, succeed in school, and salvage an already drowning acting career. She was being stretched thin. She felt herself falling apart at the seams with her pushing herself far beyond what she was capable of. She refused to let go of acting and "come back to it later". She had no family around to support her. They could give her money, but they couldn't give her more hours in the day. She was barely sleeping, always hungry, until one "concerned friend" wanted to give her something that'd help pick her up in no time, claiming that it was ten times better than coffee. Andrea was desperate and she didn't want to think about what it was, and it only struck her when it was too late after she consumed crystal meth. The magnitude of the situation she found herself in was overwhelming, and she didn't want to accept that she did it. She tried to ignore it, but the addiction swooped in and snatched her up. It might have helped at first. It might have started like, "well, one more tiny hit couldn't hurt," but in no time at all her grades were already plummeting as this new addiction started taking over. It was during a particularly bad trip that her powers manifested and she began seeing crazy ass phantoms and things were being moved by her mind. She thought she was going absolutely insane, or maybe it was just a really bad trip. It got so bad, though, that she ended up dropping out entirely. She couldn't support paying for college. She could't support her own addiction. Any chances at landing good jobs in acting completely shriveled up. She had nearly no marketable skills and she practically turned homeless overnight - and she still had no idea what it was she was seeing. The drugs she took helped her to ignore them. She didn't know what to do. She just knew she had to survive, and she was desperate... so she did what she could and sold her body on the streets of London.

It was a vicious cycle. A vicious cycle that lasted only four months. In a mere four months, everything she wanted was taken. Everything she stood for was stripped. She didn't feel like the same person, she felt dirty and sinful and suicidal. Her faith shattered. She was afraid. Her powers were inexplicable. The money she made was just enough to feed her and fuel her addiction to meth and at some point, cocaine fell into the mix. All throughout it, constantly daydreaming about the life she originally aimed for. In a mere four months, everything she used to be she felt was dead. But as far as the governments were concerned, she was still a registered person. A meta, even if she was a druggy... and she was randomly chosen. Why they hadn't decided to rescind that order is mystery to her to this day, but whatever they thought they were doing, they thought they were saving her: a young drug-addicted girl. When she was first sent to the Promise, their first action was to detox her and put her in rehabilitation programs alongside her usual classes. It was agonizing. She couldn't imagine what it would have been like for a person doing this for multiple years, but whatever medicine they were pumping into her was burning her insides. It wasn't long before all the substances were gone, but the psychological damages remained. From the addiction, to the depression - what she has done to herself has traumatized her. She wanted nothing more to punish herself, but the faculty insisted that it wasn't her fault. They promised her that they'd put her back on the road to recovery and assign her a particular teacher that might be able to help her through these motions - and at the same time, help her to understand the powers she has. All she could do was cry tears of relief.

She has now been on board the Promise for a year. Not as many as some, but putting her a year ahead of all the meta-humans to come. She has gotten healthier with each passing day and is finding new reasons to keep on smiling. Her old nature is beginning to resurface, and her very sensitive history has gotten her into some personal conversations and relationships with the Promise personnel, endearing herself to many of the teachers as they become more familiar with one another - one in particular being the peculiar Dr. Peter Brooke. Even in the past year, she has gotten to control her powers very quickly compared to many students (though that may be the nature of her abilities with its ease of accessibility). Though many of her darkest emotions are still buried along with the lingering urges of her old addictions, she is finding it easier to find hope in tomorrow and to accept herself and what she has been through. Still, she looks back on her life with regret, and if there was an opportunity to go back and make different decisions that didn't lead her down a path of suffering, to be normal, she'd take it in a heartbeat. Even if it meant never meeting the people she met on board the Promise... not that'd she ever tell them that. Some of the Japanese students and staff have taken to calling her "Kintsugi" as a pet-name (as well as the fucking weeaboos), after the art of repairing broken pottery by filling the cracks with gold. Those whose favor she's not earned, or those to whom she's the subject of ridicule, have dubbed her as "Icarus" - but few would dare to be so cruel to call her that to her face. Other name-calling includes "Snow" (referring to blow), and "Needles".

Aside from Kintsugi, the only name she has come to appreciate is "Seven" (7), after a character from early 21st century pop-culture television show Stranger Things.

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

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Cerebral (Extra-Sensory), Other

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Psionic Phantoms?: The exact nature of Andrea's power is hotly disputed among the faculty. One popular theory is that Andrea is capable of seeing another plane, so to speak, with bio-luminescent eyes. A plane which exists within our own as an additional dimension of space. Within this plane exists corporeal entities and apparitions. According to this theory, the nature of the apparitions are unique. They exist as a streaming consciousness existing within a polydimensional temporal plane, and between units of time – thusly invisible to anyone else. It's been suggested that they are made of an electrically active gas, and while mostly inert, are inexplicably bonded together ionically – it held up that this high-energy being was able to pass information along so easily, as though they were made up of neurons. Perhaps the true power is the ability to see them and the mental link Andrea shares with them, but the apparitions are no less incredible. It's claimed that these "spirits" possess incredible cerebral-type powers, from telekinesis to telepathy to mind-linking, chaining the consciousness of multiple people together through a third party.

While the apparitions are incapable of speech and verbal communication, in theory, as well as intangible with three dimensional objects, they are capable of carrying out simple tasks and understanding her communication. This includes scouting out a particular area and retrieving information that Andrea can utilize as he sees fit; this gives him the appearance of a pseudo-omnipresence in his environment. To a certain degree, Andrea is even able to control them, or at least influence them and their decisions, via a mental link to make those kinds of demands. This mental link also grants her a form of protection from some psychic and telepathic abilities. When telepathy is used on her or if anyone is infiltrating her mind in any way, the apparitions sense another presence in Andrea, and therefore becomes hostile at the alien presence in their environment. Deafening shrieking and wailing provides a defense mechanism that will hurt and hopefully ward away the invader, but at the same time, will also harm Andrea in the process. The screaming is so loud and endless and chaotic, that people's ears will begin bleeding in mere seconds.

Accesible Psychic Interface?: The second theory appeals better to those who are reluctant or too afraid to accept the possibility of extra-planar creatures, ghosts, or aliens - what have you - living alongside us. Instead, they approach the topic from a different perspective. Cerebral powers manifests differently in different metahumans, and it is possible that how it developed in Andrea allows her to interact with her psychic abilities in a more out-of-body way and the development of glowing eyes simply might be her being able to see her own meta-human/psionic energy flowing around her. Whereas a archetypal psychic would simply move things with their mind, Andrea either subconsciously created a medium or interface to perform these feats, or the powers manifested that way on their own by creating the interface without psychological interference. But the results are the same: flexible psychic telekinetic and telepathic abilities. While perhaps not powerful enough to lift impossibly heavy objects or structures like tractor trailers (or at least not yet), the interface allows her to subconsciously multi-task a huge variety of objects. The phantasms are innumerable, and the limit to the number of small, insignificant objects she can lift have not yet been met. However, it is worth noting that the number of objects decreases depending on the weight of the objects she has to lift. This could be due to the number of phantasms in her interface that she commits to lifting a certain object or prying into a certain person's mind.

In addition to those feats, if she is not operating through real ghosts, then this theory's attempt at covering her psuedo-omniawareness is to suggest she has the power of scrying. To look through her mind's eye and watch a certain location, or detect the presence of people around her by just barely listening in to surface thoughts of those around her. Not quite reading minds per say, but sensing mental presences in the area. Her ability to be aware of multiple things at once, if not through ghosts, can connect multiple consciences together where she is the crossroads where these consciences meet. It is assumed that it can be done through her sharing her mind with two consenting parties as a sort of forum for them to nearly instantly share thoughts and feelings and emotions. What lends so much credence to this theory as opposed to the phantasm theory is the wear and tear this puts on Andrea. She can only do that so often before exhaustion sets in, her nose starts bleeding, and she starts getting dizzy. The mind can only handle so many thoughts and feelings at once, and doing it too often - even scarcely enough so it won't apparently damage her - can still trigger periods of depression or bipolar disorder. As for the screaming - well, Andrea has been through a lot. It is entirely possible that her ability to sense mental presences could allow her to sense when one is occupying the same space as hers, and that it is an automatic subconscious response to danger as to hide her insecurities.

Schizophrenic Psychic?: There is no shortage of people on the Promise, whether they're student or faculty, that sees Andrea and thinks she's crazy. With her power, it's come to be expected. She's accepted that. Their ignorance is no skin off her bones. But for people who have heard about her history, or have read up on her may not say it out in the open, but would pin her craziness on her history with substance abuse. It's a judgmental point of view that doesn't make people popular, because Andrea is still one of the sweetest and generous people her friends know, and no one would be so cruel to suggest that in front of her... but that doesn't mean they don't exist. The third theory entails her just being a ridiculously powerful psychic that has gone nuts with the drugs frying her brain, making her too dangerous to keep on board the station. There are some people who are so afraid of these rumors flying around that they probably would jettison her out an airlock if they had an opportunity to do so. Cerebrals are dangerous to keep around at the best of times. Her claims of seeing ghosts just gives her haters ammunition to use against her.

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With the nano-machines coursing through her body, it's difficult to determine what her limits are. What is known is that accumulative weight does have an effect on her capability to telekinetically manipulate objects. What has so far been observed is that slight noticeable changes was observed when she was asked to lift a three hundred pound object and a large amount of insignificant, miscellaneous items (pens, pencils, paper clips, etc.). While she could lift all of the miscellaneous items in the room, putting a three hundred pound object in the mix gave her visible signs of strain. When asked to instead lift a five hundred pound weight, she was found to lift fewer objects. The five hundred pound weight could also be held in unison with the three hundred pound weight, but with much fewer miscellaneous items - she preferred that she didn't. If she were to focus all of her energy into a single object, she learned that she could lift even her own teacher, Dr. Brooke, whose body was made of an iridium alloy and weighed about sixteen-hundred pounds (though the man was only hovered above the ground, truthfully). With her in her second year, and more in control of her powers, the limits have gotten higher. The only real limits that haven't changed is her inability to move energy around (she could lift a paper that was on fire, but not the fire itself) and telepathy. Try listening to more than one conversation at a time, or reading more than one book at a time. While she can multi-task and perform actions in the background, you need to pay attention and focus on a single book or person if you plan on actually reading or listening.

Her weaknesses are more distinct however. Her inability to read the mind of her own teacher could very well have something to do with him thinking at the speed of a super-computer, but she felt like she couldn't even access it. Electromagnetism can disrupt her ability to focus on thoughts, like how throwing a rock in a pond creates ripples and it becomes harder to see your reflection. In addition to that, simply getting to it - hearing it at all - felt impossible. Dr. Brooke surmised that it may have to do with the iridium in his body: it was denser than lead and had close atomic numbers. When putting a subject in a lead-lined room, Andrea was completely unable to detect that the person was even there. Her inability to control energy is a limit, but when confronted with a meta who would wish to do her harm, it becomes a weakness. Controlling gases is also nearly impossible for her. Seizing free floating matter is very difficult for her to grasp, like trying to grab smoke, but having it slip between her fingers. She can influence its flow, but she wont be able to hold it. The self-defense mechanism of psionic screaming whenever another presence occupies her mind doesn't just hurt the invader. It hurts Andrea, too. These screams are so terrible that, if lasting even as long as five seconds, her and her invader begin bleeding from the ears. But it's not even the ears being damaged, rather, a very intense sensory overload on the brain. Linking consciences together is also incredibly draining to Andrea for reasons already explain, and she can very easily begin bleeding from the nose from the process.

Her incredible multitasking can take her attention off of herself if she is carrying a lot of items around. Like, an absurd amount of items. Until that point, she is still aware of herself and surrounded, but the more she carries, the more spaced out she appears. She's still aware of her surroundings, but her focus on simply controlling the objects and where she plans on taking them can make her forget to think about herself. Part of this can be subsided if she can take the focus on the specific movements of objects. If she's making simple motions and patterns, like say making tornado of debris around her or a group of people, she is able to divide her attention to focus on her own safety. That wouldn't take much to maintain. Most she'd have to do, really, is think about the spinning motion of a ceiling fan and go with the flow.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

Andrea has a teacher that no one else, or very few have, Dr. Peter Brooke. He also gives personal advice and tests her limits more than any of the other teachers.

The Promise - The Ghost Note Wuz Here. He said "Say the N Word."

HAH

I can get in on this.

Sorry for being so slow with the IC everyone, grandma took a fracture to the spine this Christmas and has been in the hospital. She'll be fine- just set me back a bit.

@JunkMail

Grandma's gettin turnt up.

Abraham:

■ Henry: "I've seen freaky. Freaky in the streets, freaky in the sheets - I even got rocketed up into a space station, so I expected plenty of freaky waiting for me when I got there. For some reason, I never thought to imagine that the station's equivalent to a high school P.E. teacher would be the bastard child of Godzilla and Mr. Rogers. He's alright. Just, well, a freak, and way too eager to help me."

■ Wednesday: "Ever heard of Buridan's ass? It's the same issue with this one - confused penis."

■ Jasmine: "Oh, hello chica. A'ight boys, want some man-to-man talk? First of all: athletes. Second of all: if it's just for a night, go for the loud ones. Take my word on this."

■ Phoebe: "As I understand it, miss goody two-shoes here is the younger sister of--" *makes absurd hand gestures around his ass* "--and this girl is--" *sucks in his tummy* "... and honestly, I can't see the resemblance. Seems like a bookish bitch, but I ain't going out of my way to mess wit' her... Sammy would be sixteen years old too right about now."

■ Lynwen: "She has to be the most boring little girl I've seen ever. Is there a stick up her ass? And no jokes, either, I ain't about that jailbait life. If there's one thing I'm curious about... what would happen to all the air if she decides opening a portal outside the station is just a swell idea?"

■ Elias: "Well, I've never tried giving a teacher a swirly before..."

■ Archie: "Dude, this guy is fucking cool. Yeah, he can hang out with me; he's funny and his head is neat as shit to watch."

■ Gavin: "His new nickname is allowance. Just kidding. I'm over that high school phase. But even being sixteen and not a total pest, you couldn't catch me dead with him. Imagine that. The pocket change I used to carry before I came here is probably more money than he has seen in his entire life."

■ Grit: "I know these types. I know these types really, really well. And I'll let you in on a hint: they may be big, but they're little bitches. Tear them down. More than once if you have to, then let them know you beat 'em. Remind them every time you see 'em - and they'll never think to step in your line of sight again. He'll try me. They always do. Then I'll 'explain' why I'm the king."

■ Uril: "What the fuck."