Ti

Primality

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John was already jogging around the campus in the early hours. The morning run had become a routine, as he found the sedentary lifestyle here frustrating, leaving him unsettled and filled with pent-up energy. Sweat gently poured from his brow as he weaved between the buildings, always finding some unusually placed gulley or alley to traverse. That was another thing he had to grow used to, the fact that everything just seemed unusually cramped in these parts, with buildings in the town pushed together tightly like sheep at the feeder, as if, if they were built further apart, they’d be excluded from the area.

He was winding back toward the campus when he saw a figure ahead of him. Unmistakable red hair. It was Mary, who was the closest to him among the students, relative country bumpkins, both of them. Admittedly, he was still deciding whether he was sweet on her, or if it was just the fact that she reminded him of home. Not that he had any immediate interest in romance, given the upheaval of everything that had led him here. He raised his hand in a wave toward her. She appeared to glance back, but, given that her hands were full of a couple of cups of hot coffee, he could easily forgive her for not waving back. He recalled that she was in a dorm with a boy named Avery. It was good that they seemed to be getting along.

John walked into the cafeteria, already bearing witness to Linda’s disapproving scowl. “You can’t eat in here stinkin’ like that,” she gestured toward his running gear with her oversized ladle. He grinned widely and waved his hand. “Jes’ grabbin’ me some breakfast, ma’am. Won’t be underfoot long.” Linda shook her head as she turned away, and he went over to help himself to the buffet. He grabbed two hot plates and began to load them up with scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, hash browns, and beans. He remembered Emil was European, though he tried to think about what Europeans tended to eat. They eat a lot of cheese, don’t they? He grabbed a few slices of processed cheese, or what seemed to pass for cheese in these parts, and put them on the edge of his plate. He took a jug of orange juice and carried the ensemble out of the dining area.

“Brought ya some breakfast, hope yer hungry.” It seemed to be good timing when Emil called out that he’d already brought over a plate for him, presenting him with the cholesterol-laden breakfast. At the suggestion of the hot plate, John said, “Ain’t no harm in havin’ one.”

John settled down and opened the window in his room as he heard the telltale scratches against it. Appearing through the opened window was a ginger Maine Coon, who licked its lips as it moved over to the saucer filled with breakfast bits from John’s own plate. John moved his hand to scratch the cat’s neck. “Mornin’, Benny. Gotcha somethin’ to fill that belly.”

He headed toward the communal washrooms to prepare for the day, but the place was already flooded. Must have been Conner again. He waved to Hugo as they passed, removed his sweaty clothes, and walked into the shower to rinse off the grime. Soon, he was back in the room, dressing smartly in his uniform. That was definitely something about this place, it was fancy and sophisticated, with these trimmed garments that were probably worth more than his entire wardrobe, including his Sunday best. He made a mental note to take good care of his uniform as he dressed sharply and set off toward the Opening Ceremony.

Primality

@Scribe of Thoth Hopefully Avery is a coffee fiend and isn't all "Why is someone leaving this gross stuff in the dorm every morning???"

@AWildSquirtle

I want the latter now.

Primality

John Summers

J O H N S U M M E R S

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^{W I N D ( A I R ) ◼ 2 1 S T J U N E ( 1 8 ) ◼ M A L E}

_{"Sometimes you just have to hold on and ride it out."}

A P P E A R A N C E:

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Tall at an impressive 6'5", John Summers has often been accused of having his head in the clouds. With his broad shoulders and a life rooted in the farm country, he carries the rugged appeal of someone who’s spent his days covered in muck and sweat, and yet somehow manages to look good doing it. His sun-bleached, tousled blonde hair falls messily across his forehead, giving him a windswept look, as if he’s managed to dodge every hairbrush in sight.

His deep green eyes, softened by an easy expression, make him approachable despite his blunt manner. His tanned skin, slightly weathered from long hours working under the sun, carries faint freckles, and his calloused hands reflect years of hard, honest labour.

John’s movements are deliberate and purposeful, shaped by a lifetime of manual work in the fields.

B I O G R A P H Y:

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Born into a family of farmers in the rural countryside, John grew up with dirt under his nails and hard work from the moment he could walk. His mother, a rancher with a fierce heart and stronger arms than most men, taught him the value of resilience. His father, a simple man, believed in the value of straightforward truths and honest labour. Summers were spent in golden fields, hay-scented afternoons, and evenings lying on bales while staring up at the starlit night. Life was good: it was simple, predictable, and hard work felt rewarding. As the oldest sibling, he often had to look after his younger brothers and sisters, showing them the ropes.

School was focused on the practicalities needed for farming. Maths centred on accounting, buying, and selling, while science was focused on agriculture and improving crop and product yields. Sport was mandatory, and several families competed actively in the local area. Rivals were made and broken on the playing fields, with general good competition and sportsmanship, though a few disputes were settled with a punch or two when things got rough. John’s sport had always been track, where he could give a solid sprint at a push, in moments when it felt like he was being carried by the wind.

Tornadoes were an infrequent occurrence in these parts, and when warnings came, everything had to be locked down, and the family retreated into the storm shelter. It was in these moments of almost solitude that the family bonded through fear and card games, looking out for and caring for one another.

This simple life came to a stop when a sudden and unexplainable gust knocked down a row of market stalls, scattering goods and people alike. These phenomena began to grow more frequent and stronger around John, as he started to feel what seemed like the raw power of a tornado surging within him, an untamed and wild force. It had started with dreams, vivid visions of being high above the world, the fury of the air around him, as if he were the storm itself: powerful and immovable, flying over the landscape. People began to talk, and when men in suits arrived in an expensive car to the local village and started asking questions, trouble followed. His family attempted to hide him, but someone had spoken, and he had to face the truth.

He was identified as a ‘Primalist’ and was invited to the Merryweather Institute. They strongly warned that, unless he was taught to control this unknown power, he would end up hurting everyone around him. Faced with the difficult decision, he chose to go with the men to enrol, encouraged by his mother’s steady hand and his father’s quiet support.

He would learn to harness this raging tornado inside of him, and one day, be able to return home.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

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John is simple and straightforward when it comes to his interactions. He can be blunt in his mannerisms, which stem from a background where people are simply honest with each other, with little duplicity involved, except when people attempt to save face. This bluntness is tempered by kindness rooted in empathy, as he grew up in a community where neighbours often helped each other out. He believes actions speak louder than words and often lets his deeds do the talking instead of relying on speech. He is practical and usually one of the first to roll up his sleeves and get things done, working well with his hands.

John doesn’t waste time on false politeness or pleasantries, and he pays little attention to what is being said, being more committed to his values to guide him on topics. He can be a loyal and dependable friend to those he deems worthy of considering as such.

He is not immune to the occasional reckless streak, and his horsing around in the fields has translated into him growing bolder and wilder with his newfound strength and primal powers. John can forget that others are not like him, overextending his natural endurance and strength in pursuit of his abilities, seeking greater heights. Though, he has learned quickly that even the strongest winds can’t hold you up forever.

Since coming to the academy, he has unofficially adopted a pet cat which is frequently seen around the grounds of the dorm area.

A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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John has hands-on practical experience as a farmhand, ranging from agriculture and animal husbandry to tasks such as riding horses. This also includes repair and maintenance of buildings and equipment. He is familiar with operating heavy machinery, such as tractors and forklifts. Years of physical labour have made him tough, with quick reflexes.

When it comes to his primal powers, he has started to understand wind manipulation, from gentle breezes to strong gusts. He hopes to harness these wind powers for short bursts of flight or gliding through the air.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Open to friendships, rivalries, slow-burn relationships, or impromptu. He is most likely to connect with people who value honesty and loyalty. His bluntness could upset sensitive personalities and characters. His general, predictable routine can erupt spontaneously to liven up the atmosphere.

Primality

@Aeolian
Hehe I can totally see Paige sarcastically calling Hugo, "Daahhling."

@Chrys

Now imagining Asterion from Baldur's Gate 3 saying it.

There was that habit in school where people sometimes called others by their surname, so everyone going around simply referring to him as Darling.

Primality

True, but American movies always has 18-year-olds underage drinking.
Over here, it is legal.

Primality

I was thinking, probably raise mine to 18 too. Legality around drinking/etc, and themes like that could put people on edge if under 18.

Primality

You may want to look at the character tab, @Expendable as Sara Jane and Sarah Jean the blonde blue eyed electricity/lightning girls could get confusing pretty quickly!

Primality

Hugo certainly wouldn't. He'd find all that hustle and tussle immature and brutish lol

@Aeolian

Don't worry, John will use Hugo's pretty scarf to wipe his brow and cover it in dirt. Hugo might have to take it to the cleaners to remove those stains.

Primality

Not to jump the gun before being accepted, but @Ti did... did we just become Best Farmer Friends?

@AWildSquirtle

We need to have a weekly race on the Institutes' lawn mowers. The drunker the characters are, the better.

Primality

I didn't have a chance to reply to the interest check before you made the thread. I hope you don't mind applications from those who didn't post there. I have mine below for consideration.

John Summers

J O H N S U M M E R S

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^{W I N D ( A I R ) ◼ 2 1 S T J U N E ( 1 8 ) ◼ M A L E}

_{"Sometimes you just have to hold on and ride it out."}

A P P E A R A N C E:

---

Tall at an impressive 6'5", John Summers has often been accused of having his head in the clouds. With his broad shoulders and a life rooted in the farm country, he carries the rugged appeal of someone who’s spent his days covered in muck and sweat, and yet somehow manages to look good doing it. His sun-bleached, tousled blonde hair falls messily across his forehead, giving him a windswept look, as if he’s managed to dodge every hairbrush in sight.

His deep green eyes, softened by an easy expression, make him approachable despite his blunt manner. His tanned skin, slightly weathered from long hours working under the sun, carries faint freckles, and his calloused hands reflect years of hard, honest labour.

John’s movements are deliberate and purposeful, shaped by a lifetime of manual work in the fields.

B I O G R A P H Y:

---

Born into a family of farmers in the rural countryside, John grew up with dirt under his nails and hard work from the moment he could walk. His mother, a rancher with a fierce heart and stronger arms than most men, taught him the value of resilience. His father, a simple man, believed in the value of straightforward truths and honest labour. Summers were spent in golden fields, hay-scented afternoons, and evenings lying on bales while staring up at the starlit night. Life was good: it was simple, predictable, and hard work felt rewarding. As the oldest sibling, he often had to look after his younger brothers and sisters, showing them the ropes.

School was focused on the practicalities needed for farming. Maths centred on accounting, buying, and selling, while science was focused on agriculture and improving crop and product yields. Sport was mandatory, and several families competed actively in the local area. Rivals were made and broken on the playing fields, with general good competition and sportsmanship, though a few disputes were settled with a punch or two when things got rough. John’s sport had always been track, where he could give a solid sprint at a push, in moments when it felt like he was being carried by the wind.

Tornadoes were an infrequent occurrence in these parts, and when warnings came, everything had to be locked down, and the family retreated into the storm shelter. It was in these moments of almost solitude that the family bonded through fear and card games, looking out for and caring for one another.

This simple life came to a stop when a sudden and unexplainable gust knocked down a row of market stalls, scattering goods and people alike. These phenomena began to grow more frequent and stronger around John, as he started to feel what seemed like the raw power of a tornado surging within him, an untamed and wild force. It had started with dreams, vivid visions of being high above the world, the fury of the air around him, as if he were the storm itself: powerful and immovable, flying over the landscape. People began to talk, and when men in suits arrived in an expensive car to the local village and started asking questions, trouble followed. His family attempted to hide him, but someone had spoken, and he had to face the truth.

He was identified as a ‘Primalist’ and was invited to the Merryweather Institute. They strongly warned that, unless he was taught to control this unknown power, he would end up hurting everyone around him. Faced with the difficult decision, he chose to go with the men to enrol, encouraged by his mother’s steady hand and his father’s quiet support.

He would learn to harness this raging tornado inside of him, and one day, be able to return home.

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

---

John is simple and straightforward when it comes to his interactions. He can be blunt in his mannerisms, which stem from a background where people are simply honest with each other, with little duplicity involved, except when people attempt to save face. This bluntness is tempered by kindness rooted in empathy, as he grew up in a community where neighbours often helped each other out. He believes actions speak louder than words and often lets his deeds do the talking instead of relying on speech. He is practical and usually one of the first to roll up his sleeves and get things done, working well with his hands.

John doesn’t waste time on false politeness or pleasantries, and he pays little attention to what is being said, being more committed to his values to guide him on topics. He can be a loyal and dependable friend to those he deems worthy of considering as such.

He is not immune to the occasional reckless streak, and his horsing around in the fields has translated into him growing bolder and wilder with his newfound strength and primal powers. John can forget that others are not like him, overextending his natural endurance and strength in pursuit of his abilities, seeking greater heights. Though, he has learned quickly that even the strongest winds can’t hold you up forever.

Since coming to the academy, he has unofficially adopted a pet cat which is frequently seen around the grounds of the dorm area.

A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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John has hands-on practical experience as a farmhand, ranging from agriculture and animal husbandry to tasks such as riding horses. This also includes repair and maintenance of buildings and equipment. He is familiar with operating heavy machinery, such as tractors and forklifts. Years of physical labour have made him tough, with quick reflexes.

When it comes to his primal powers, he has started to understand wind manipulation, from gentle breezes to strong gusts. He hopes to harness these wind powers for short bursts of flight or gliding through the air.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

---

Open to friendships, rivalries, slow-burn relationships, or impromptu. He is most likely to connect with people who value honesty and loyalty. His bluntness could upset sensitive personalities and characters. His general predictable routine can erupt spontaneously to liven up the atmosphere.