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So, we finally finished!
We're nearing the end... I think. It's really hard to tell.
Sorry, I had other matters to attend to.
Floyd Edwards




Arriving from what seemed like no-where, Floyd just lazed around the tower in various locations, seemingly to find somewhere comfortable enough to nap. His relaxed attitude often, ironically, led him to be curious about different locations and the potentiality that they offer, if only for his dormant necessities. One suitable place he discovered was a window in the shape of a large circle split into quarters by the borders; its sill was reasonably thick to the point where he could lay in it adequately. The unfortunate part was how the walls were too good at being walls, in that they just didn't provide any respite for the poor boy as they were too hard and strong. He supposed that this point was for the better, however, as it actually required him to move to find pillows. Whilst on his magnificent quest for a few cushions, the youth got out his collection of cards and went through them individually, making sure to be careful with each. He had grown fond of the Prediction Princesses that he had come to know and... acknowledge, yet Floyd felt a desire to build a new deck from the card packs he'd hope that he would accumulate. Two thoughts came to his mind immediately; Blackwings and plants. Of course, in his favourite video game of Pocket Creatures, the birds beat the plants, however in this case he decided to take the side of the underdog.

Finally, the impending realisation that there was an Introduction assembly dawned upon him - this was supplied by the lack of students littering the hallways. His quick feet carried him to the location just in time for him to sneak in and hear his dorm placement; as it turned out, he was not that late and there was another twenty minutes of waffling that wasted his time before at last, the headmaster had preached that he was in the Earth dorms. A tempestuous amount of accomplishment surged over Floyd, as he lacked the wit to realise that Earth was supposedly for the less academically bright. Nevertheless, he continued to feel as if he had won a marathon and climbed a mountain at the same time. In no hurry to go to his dorm, Floyd quickly sneaked a bite of toffee from his bag that he had sneaked into the academy through less-than decent ways. The deliciousness of such treats were more valuable to him than his own cards, as it turned out, but his act was not of malice - he just really enjoys sweet snacks. Unfortunately, not everybody shares this emotion, as one of the staff only needed a quick glance to discover the illegal contraband that had entered this school. It was as if it was all in slow motion, from the teacher's discovery, to his eyes widening and mouth opening, to Floyd realising this and finally to Floyd running away. How saddening, that his addiction had come to this.

"Hey, kid! You're not allowed that!" The teacher squawked as he chased in hot pursuit; it appeared as if he was one of the softer ones... Perhaps Floyd could get away from him? He decided to answer this question with another: Will the piece of toffee he just threw at him throw him off? He never found out the answer, as whilst looking back to throw the toffee, Floyd did not even allow himself to see the wet floor sign and ultimately, the wet floor. The fall came as gracefully as somebody falling should; not at all. The sudden squeaking sound that followed his slip was as threatening as a demonic chant to the boy, but the appearance of his feet so far off the ground was just the harbinger of his demise. A short sickness of motion imbalance was followed by a large thud, pain and blackness.

Waking up on top of a hospital bed made Floyd a winner at something; the first at blacking out from being chased by a teacher in the year. Such an accomplishment, however, was not one that he was going to flaunt, yet deep inside it still brought him some joy, as if he was an underachiever. The youth made an on-point descent from the bed by falling off of it, once again prominently displaying his clumsiness for everyone to gaze upon; sometimes he was glad that he was barely ever embarrassed, although spotting the doctor stifle a chuckle disconcerted him slightly. Before leaving the medical room, he quickly glanced at the time and discovered it to be only ten minutes after he fell, so he decided that it wasn't really that important to do the paper work and just wrote incomprehensible scribbles wherever he was forced to write. His escape from that fun-sized hospital meant that Floyd had now gained a lot of time to do nothing, which was perfect for him, because now he could nap. The youngling was able to steal some cushions from the janitor's supply closet as he was busy cleaning up some mucky water that was spilled from his mop bucket. Poor man, who could've done that? After finally completing the first quest he set himself, Floyd laid the cushions perfectly on the sill, carefully laid himself upon them and drifted away into blissful sleep.

That was, of course, until the obnoxious sound of an old man's voice woke him from his slumber, forcing upon Floyd the slight dread that he was still not in his uniform. Despite this, he was forever more bothered by how rudely the announcement had been, as if he was standing in the street and someone had thrust a baby into his arms in hopes that he would look after it appropriately, except nothing like that at all. From all of the internal arguments he was having, all of Floyd's emotions abruptly decided to attend the special even in the B1 Arena, praying that he might get a few cards out of it. He at least hoped it would be quick, as he had other matters to attend to, such as more napping. The lighting in Arena B1 rivaled anywhere else in the school, at that moment; the brightness caught him off guard and caused him to squint to find seating, before finally the bleachers made themselves apparent. Placing himself upon a random location, he decided to have a short power nap until somebody else decided to speak.
Floyd Edwards





Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Floyd is quite tall, being 6'1".
Personality: Whilst Floyd enjoys dueling, he isn't too bothered by the though of losing and as such adapts his play-style to be whimsical and away from the ordinary, as he is loath to be predictable. The youth has a generally laid back attitude, preferring to watch life go by without a care in the world, although some matters can aggravate him.
History: Floyd wasn't too fortunate in being able to choose his life; whilst not being entirely poor, his family's financial difficulties meant that he gained his deck after his sister got her own paying job and rebuilt her own, leaving him to have a hand-me-down. He loved dueling others in the school yard so much that he decided to participate in Card Shop games, eventually leading to his addiction with tournaments as he loves the free cards he gets for participation, some of which he donates to younger kids.
Favorites: Floyd absolutely loves Power Tool Dragon; as much as he would like to have a deck with it in, he can never seem to find it.
Chosen Structure Deck: Pretty Princess Party
Chosen Pack: Raging Battle
Current deck:

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Riley Harper, the Ghoul's Advocate
Alias: Vito Age: 17 Personality: As expected, Riley could come across as stoic and unsociable, however his cold demeanor is only the foundation for the true personality of this boy. Although usually mute, he can hold a deep conversation with those he would prefer time with, usually people he had been around for longer than a few moments. Unfortunately, he occasionally opens himself up to those he becomes infatuated with immediately with, being destroyed by rejection. One of Riley's favorite past times is completing logic puzzles, as he finds exercising his mind fun, especially when you have to control two spirits. As such, he partially idolizes the Riddler. Despite this, his usual battle plan is to simply ambush the enemy and attack them at full force, this tends to result in failure for him. Powers: Fortunately for Riley, he has the gift of controlling two spirits from the grave to assist him in battle, Spook and Boo, whose names he constantly mistakes for each other as they appear as the same ghastly, grey entity. The duo have the power to control and move tangible objects at Riley's whim, doing as he asks; they act in such a way that is akin to poltergeists. However, they can seldom become overpowered forms of themselves, especially when the power of the supernatural is heightened, such as on full moons and Halloween. Weakness: Riley is incredibly vulnerable to anything that blocks his thought pattern; this ruins his mental connection to his bretheren spirits and as such he is rendered useless. Spook and Boo cannot perform much if there is nothing to control; they need an object to take over, as taking over a person is too much hard work and it pains them to do so. If you punch him it'll probably hurt. Bio: Riley was born in to the perfect upper-middle class family that feasted on fried chicken occasionally, his mother being an estate agent whilst his father had a simple office job as an accountant. He enjoyed things that didn't seem real, such as how things used to fall off of his shelves randomly - his parents labelled this as natural despite not giving a reason, to which he grew irritated from. Riley knew there was much more to life than, well, life. He saw death as a gateway to another world where many more people existed. After gaining friends from after-school groups that were interested in the unexplained, him and his comrades ventured to a haunted house on the outskirts of Jump city. After many attempts at a successful séance, spirits were finally contacted due to Riley leading it; they named themselves Spook and Boo. All of the other children ran out immediately, yet Riley's strong twelve year old heart was trying to handle the pressure of the fright that coursed through his veins. The two ghouls tried their best to petrify the poor kid, yet he prevailed as he saw them as two annoying people instead of unexplained beings. His acceptance of the ghosts intrigued them; no mere mortal was to stand their fright, unless of course Vito was better than the average Joe, perhaps there was something different about him. Of course, they only stand with him as assistants to his cause - whatever that may be. He himself does not know where life will lead him, to be the villain or to be the hero... Such choices fell upon inquisitive minds. Often, if you had to ask yourself that, then you were probably a villain, yet it is unknown if this bias will stick with Riley. With Spook and Boo to accompany him through his own journey to unravel himself, Riley was finally beginning to understand the complexities of life; who to save and who to leave to suffer. Arc Ideas: Nada. Other: Titans Forever
If he was punched or flash banged would that sever his mental connection? To be honest this whole possession thing seems OP, though I know you made it so it's only inanimate objects, it still seems pretty strong. Also, where would you find nothing to possess?
The premise I was going for is that Spook and Boo could not control things that were extraordinarily large, for example they'd be able to control things from toy robots up to a car, and that's if they controlled it together. Also, yes, anything that would throw a person off would probably relinquish his link to them, for however long he is disoriented.
Riley Harper, the Ghoul's Advocate
Alias: Vito Age: 17 Personality: As expected, Riley could come across as stoic and unsociable, however his cold demeanor is only the foundation for the true personality of this boy. Although usually mute, he can hold a deep conversation with those he would prefer time with, usually people he had been around for longer than a few moments. Unfortunately, he occasionally opens himself up to those he becomes infatuated with immediately with, being destroyed by rejection. One of Riley's favorite past times is completing logic puzzles, as he finds exercising his mind fun, especially when you have to control two spirits. As such, he partially idolizes the Riddler. Despite this, his usual battle plan is to simply ambush the enemy and attack them at full force, this tends to result in failure for him. Powers: Fortunately for Riley, he has the gift of controlling two spirits from the grave to assist him in battle, Spook and Boo, whose names he constantly mistakes for each other as they appear as the same ghastly, grey entity. The duo have the power to control and move tangible objects at Riley's whim, doing as he asks; they act in such a way that is akin to poltergeists. However, they can seldom become overpowered forms of themselves, especially when the power of the supernatural is heightened, such as on full moons and Halloween. Weakness: Riley is incredibly vulnerable to anything that blocks his thought pattern; this ruins his mental connection to his bretheren spirits and as such he is rendered useless. Spook and Boo cannot perform much if there is nothing to control; they need an object to take over, as taking over a person is too much hard work and it pains them to do so. If you punch him it'll probably hurt. Bio: Riley was born in to the perfect upper-middle class family that feasted on fried chicken occasionally, his mother being an estate agent whilst his father had a simple office job as an accountant. He enjoyed things that didn't seem real, such as how things used to fall off of his shelves randomly - his parents labelled this as natural despite not giving a reason, to which he grew irritated from. Riley knew there was much more to life than, well, life. He saw death as a gateway to another world where many more people existed. After gaining friends from after-school groups that were interested in the unexplained, him and his comrades ventured to a haunted house on the outskirts of Jump city. After many attempts at a successful séance, spirits were finally contacted due to Riley leading it; they named themselves Spook and Boo. All of the other children ran out immediately, yet Riley's strong twelve year old heart was trying to handle the pressure of the fright that coursed through his veins. The two ghouls tried their best to petrify the poor kid, yet he prevailed as he saw them as two annoying people instead of unexplained beings. His acceptance of the ghosts intrigued them; no mere mortal was to stand their fright, unless of course Vito was better than the average Joe, perhaps there was something different about him. Of course, they only stand with him as assistants to his cause - whatever that may be. He himself does not know where life will lead him, to be the villain or to be the hero... Such choices fell upon inquisitive minds. Often, if you had to ask yourself that, then you were probably a villain, yet it is unknown if this bias will stick with Riley. With Spook and Boo to accompany him through his own journey to unravel himself, Riley was finally beginning to understand the complexities of life; who to save and who to leave to suffer. Arc Ideas: Nada. Other: Titans Forever
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