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Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

Gonna write up a post pretty soon here, midterms hit me hard.

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

Are there any other villains who are coming to the assembly? We would love to have you! :)

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

Alan’s eyes widened. This girl, young and new to the school, already knew exactly what she was doing. And the truth was, she had a point. Alan had carved out his own niche, and had managed to make it through the school relatively unscathed, but he could see where she was coming from. But it was clear that the two youth talking to each other viewed the world quite differently. She was planning on being a villain, going on to something greater. Alan merely wanted to make it through this school alive. He stood there, speechless, for a moment. “Fair on the Machiavelli point, but don’t you think- I mean, shouldn’t we be trying to reverse this image? If we had the people cheering for us, maybe we’d actually stand a chance.” It was a weak argument, he knew it. As he opened his mouth to say more, the intercom crackled, and a voice rang through the halls.

Alan shuddered, looking about at the other students. Most were excited. A few, like him, were glancing about anxiously, trying to figure out what was to come. “Well, guess we gotta prove ourselves now.” Alan said, relatively calm despite his worry. Slowly, he began to walk in the same direction as the rest of the students, turning to see if Iris was following. He wouldn’t have been surprised to see her running ahead of everyone.

@shagranoz @Kingfisher

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

Great conversation right here. :P

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

Alan was surprised by her casual response. She was so much more at home here, compared to him. Already, she was getting in the swing of things. “I wouldn’t be surprised, honestly. They kinda do whatever they want here.” He realized he hadn’t introduced himself yet. “I’m Alan. Alan Hyll.” Her casual demonstration of her power was typical of the students at Blackwell, and he rolled his eyes slightly at the boy’s fall. She obviously was trying to step out of the shadow of her parents, and all these little things were just her way of proving that she was her own person. To Alan, this was worrisome. “A reputation is a fucking anchor at this school. It just drags you down.” He meant it. He had seen enough students been targeted by others when their heads grew too big. Only a few would bounce back from it, stronger than before. A lot just gave up, becoming some C-tier villain even the news didn't care about.

He turned to see another student enter. She stood tall, chin up with a book bag over her shoulder. He turned back to the ice witch. “See, someone like that. That girl’s isn’t going to last a month here.” He gestured towards her. He didn’t even know the girl, but there was something about the way she scanned the room and the people in it that made Alan nervous. That was true of almost everyone at the school.

@shagranoz @BreakingMe

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

(Alan – Blackwood Main Entrance)

Alan cursed quietly as he walked into Blackwood School. He had sworn he wouldn’t come back, not after all that had happened last year, yet here he was, in a broken pair of sneakers and an orange hoodie. He had only shown up for the second half of last year, as he had started late at the school, yet he gone through more than enough to know what lay ahead would not be extremely pleasant. Still, there was a sense of familiarity that came with returning to the school, despite all of his worries.

The people looked the same. Most looked even more mean-spirited, but then again, so did Alan. He hadn’t shaved for a week and it showed on his grizzled face. Pushing his glasses up, he scanned the main entrance hall, where all sorts of students chatted and played nice.

There were the Lisgar twins, who never spoke to anyone besides each other, and further down the hall he saw Eels, a “friend” who had threatened to murder Alan on many an occasion. All in good fun, of course. Further down the hall, he saw… well, this was interesting. Iris, the heiress to a fortune of villainy fame. He had heard rumours of her parents getting thrown in the chink, but never expected her to turn up here. She was young, and currently intent on glaring at every other person in the room. Alan had no intentions of interrupting until he saw Eels waking towards him. He was quick to walk over to her.

“Hey.” He muttered, turning back to make sure Eels had taken the hint. “I, uh. I’m sorry about whatever’s going on with your ‘rents.” It wasn’t an apology, merely a statement of fact.

@shagranoz

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

Here he is! Let me know if anything needs to be changed!

Alan Hyll

Civilian name: Alan Hyll

Alias: None. (For now.)

Gender: Male

Age: 16
Hero or villain: A very uncommitted villain.

Civilian looks:

This, with a thick pair of glasses. Alan is a rather lean individual, who looks stretched out and lanky. He has an honest face that is prone to frowning, and almost always looks pre-occupied. He does not care much about his attire, wearing jeans and a hoodie on most days, with a pair of non-descript sneakers.

Costume: On the rare occasions Alan does need a costume, he puts very little into it, throwing on a cheap mask (of which he has plenty) and pulling up his hood.

Powers: Alan has the ability to phase through objects. He can make himself intangible, going through objects or letting things pass through him. When active, this power also makes him invisible. Despite its defensive applications, his ability leaves much to be desired when on the offensive.

Alan’s power has many drawbacks. He uses it rarely, as it makes him feel slightly noxious when he puts his head through anything solid, as he must hold his breath. Furthermore, should Alan ever stop phasing while in solid matter, he will most certainly die, or the very best, lose a limb, depending on the circumstances. Fear of this has led Alan to rarely use his power, so he is inexperienced, though his reflexes are good enough that he will instinctively activate his power should he ever be in danger.

Skills: Alan has a basic knowledge of firearms, though he’s never fired one at another person. He also plays bass guitar and sings.
Personality: Alan is a cynical, introverted teenager, and even his power does little to change this. He is immensely self-deprecating, and not proud of his time spent as a criminal. He has a small ego, though he is witty and biting, a trait that makes him fit right in at Blackwood. Despite this, Alan is a hopeful person, and does often see the good in everyone. He also deeply appreciates all that comes with living, as his own life would have been cut short had he not been gifted with his power.

Bio: Alan lived with his father in New York for most of his youth. His father, a kind man and an enormous optimist, took great care of the budding child. Alan would often ask about his mother, but his Father would pointedly ignore the questions, moving onto other subjects with a smile on his face. Alan went to school, made friends, and generally led a normal life until he turned fifteen. At that point, Alan’s father lost his job, and Alan, trying to ease the burden for both of them, took to the streets with his older friends to get money any way he knew how. His father had taken him out hunting a few times, and although this was poor training, he would borrow his father’s handgun when he went out with his group.
The group were no strangers to this sort of thing, though with the introduction of Alan, things began changing. While they started hitting only a couple of small places a week and occasionally mugging individuals, Alan had grander plans, and ran them on a tight schedule that was well-know across all of the city. Still, Alan remained anonymous, as he and his group always made sure to cover their faces before attempting anything illegal.
As time passed, the group grew and turned into a sort of gang, with Alan playing a large role in its leadership. He personally began to lead groups, but even this grew boring. Alan had no need for the money anymore, he was earning plenty, but he had become addicted to the thrill of crime, and would never have turned away had his final heist gone the way he had planned.
On a warm summer’s day, Alan and his gang executed their plan to rob a large department store. Although Alan thought he had it all planned out, things quickly went sour, with police sirens wailing. Alan immediately attempted to cut and bail, and ran out the front doors of the building with his pistol in hand. Police had always come late in the past, and the sudden shift frightened him more than anything. As he exited the building, police officers were already surrounding it. They had guns pointed at him, and, as if in slow-motion, he felt his arm raise the pistol, aiming directly at the nearest officer. He heard shouts, then a loud crack as an officer fired. He winced, prepared for the excruciating pain and probable death that came with a slug being fired into your chest. With eyes closed, Alan braced himself to hear the sound of his own screams.
Instead? Only the sound of the glass doors shattering behind him. Alan opened his eyes, and couldn’t see himself, or anything at all. He could see the police officers shouting, questioning where the masked youth has disappeared to, and questioned whether this was the afterlife. To this day, he still jokingly muses that going to Blackwood may be purgatory for his sins.
As Alan ran home, he renounced all his future plans of crime. He unphased after passing by the police and making sure no one was nearby, and threw the mask in a nearby garbage can, wanting only to go home and see his father.
When he arrived however, his father was no where to be found. As he searched the house franticly, slowly convincing himself that he was actually dead, he heard the sound of footsteps in his father’s bedroom. He entered the room, to see a strange woman dressed like a character from television, who turned, scowled, then hugged him. Alan, increasingly confused, pushed her away, asking where his father was. The woman was vague, stating that he had left NYC for good.
It was as this point that Alan’s mother finally introduced herself, and told him they were leaving immediately. She brought him to River City, and immediately had him enrolled in Blackwood, where he now studies. She was quick to head off, and he rarely receives correspondence from her, though her last package included the masks of all his friends who had been involved in the heist gone wrong.

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

Wonderful! And I won't, don't you worry.! He's a real baddie. I'll write something up tonight!

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

@Dirty Dan brought this up, but what's the living situation like at Blackwood? Lots of options.

Academy of Heroes & Academy of Villains

Here he is! Let me know if anything needs to be changed!

Alan Hyll

Civilian name: Alan Hyll

Alias: None. (For now.)

Gender: Male

Age: 16
Hero or villain: A very uncommitted villain.

Civilian looks:

This, with a thick pair of glasses. Alan is a rather lean individual, who looks stretched out and lanky. He has an honest face that is prone to frowning, and almost always looks pre-occupied. He does not care much about his attire, wearing jeans and a hoodie on most days, with a pair of non-descript sneakers.

Costume: On the rare occasions Alan does need a costume, he puts very little into it, throwing on a cheap mask (of which he has plenty) and pulling up his hood.

Powers: Alan has the ability to phase through objects. He can make himself intangible, going through objects or letting things pass through him. When active, this power also makes him invisible. Despite its defensive applications, his ability leaves much to be desired when on the offensive.

Alan’s power has many drawbacks. He uses it rarely, as it makes him feel slightly noxious when he puts his head through anything solid, as he must hold his breath. Furthermore, should Alan ever stop phasing while in solid matter, he will most certainly die, or the very best, lose a limb, depending on the circumstances. Fear of this has led Alan to rarely use his power, so he is inexperienced, though his reflexes are good enough that he will instinctively activate his power should he ever be in danger.

Skills: Alan has a basic knowledge of firearms, though he’s never fired one at another person. He also plays bass guitar and sings.
Personality: Alan is a cynical, introverted teenager, and even his power does little to change this. He is immensely self-deprecating, and not proud of his time spent as a criminal. He has a small ego, though he is witty and biting, a trait that makes him fit right in at Blackwood. Despite this, Alan is a hopeful person, and does often see the good in everyone. He also deeply appreciates all that comes with living, as his own life would have been cut short had he not been gifted with his power.

Bio: Alan lived with his father in New York for most of his youth. His father, a kind man and an enormous optimist, took great care of the budding child. Alan would often ask about his mother, but his Father would pointedly ignore the questions, moving onto other subjects with a smile on his face. Alan went to school, made friends, and generally led a normal life until he turned fifteen. At that point, Alan’s father lost his job, and Alan, trying to ease the burden for both of them, took to the streets with his older friends to get money any way he knew how. His father had taken him out hunting a few times, and although this was poor training, he would borrow his father’s handgun when he went out with his group.
The group were no strangers to this sort of thing, though with the introduction of Alan, things began changing. While they started hitting only a couple of small places a week and occasionally mugging individuals, Alan had grander plans, and ran them on a tight schedule that was well-know across all of the city. Still, Alan remained anonymous, as he and his group always made sure to cover their faces before attempting anything illegal.
As time passed, the group grew and turned into a sort of gang, with Alan playing a large role in its leadership. He personally began to lead groups, but even this grew boring. Alan had no need for the money anymore, he was earning plenty, but he had become addicted to the thrill of crime, and would never have turned away had his final heist gone the way he had planned.
On a warm summer’s day, Alan and his gang executed their plan to rob a large department store. Although Alan thought he had it all planned out, things quickly went sour, with police sirens wailing. Alan immediately attempted to cut and bail, and ran out the front doors of the building with his pistol in hand. Police had always come late in the past, and the sudden shift frightened him more than anything. As he exited the building, police officers were already surrounding it. They had guns pointed at him, and, as if in slow-motion, he felt his arm raise the pistol, aiming directly at the nearest officer. He heard shouts, then a loud crack as an officer fired. He winced, prepared for the excruciating pain and probable death that came with a slug being fired into your chest. With eyes closed, Alan braced himself to hear the sound of his own screams.
Instead? Only the sound of the glass doors shattering behind him. Alan opened his eyes, and couldn’t see himself, or anything at all. He could see the police officers shouting, questioning where the masked youth has disappeared to, and questioned whether this was the afterlife. To this day, he still jokingly muses that going to Blackwood may be purgatory for his sins.
As Alan ran home, he renounced all his future plans of crime. He unphased after passing by the police and making sure no one was nearby, and threw the mask in a nearby garbage can, wanting only to go home and see his father.
When he arrived however, his father was no where to be found. As he searched the house franticly, slowly convincing himself that he was actually dead, he heard the sound of footsteps in his father’s bedroom. He entered the room, to see a strange woman dressed like a character from television, who turned, scowled, then hugged him. Alan, increasingly confused, pushed her away, asking where his father was. The woman was vague, stating that he had left NYC for good.
It was as this point that Alan’s mother finally introduced herself, and told him they were leaving immediately. She brought him to River City, and immediately had him enrolled in Blackwood, where he now studies. She was quick to head off, and he rarely receives correspondence from her, though her last package included the masks of all his friends who had been involved in the heist gone wrong.