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Allow me to voice my interest.
Name - Michael Cullen
Alias - Seraphim
Powers - Solar manipulation.
Weakness - Night time.
Experience - Extensive military training, is an avid swordsman.
Appearance -
Age - 22
Brief Bio - His powers are natural, but his life style is far from it. During his youth he had no control over his "gift" Making him more than just a little bit of a hazard. Blasting random points with focused heat and almost freezing others led to the quick notice of the powers that be. Thankfully this isn't one of those dark agencies but one that legitimately wanted to aid him, but he was still forced into isolation to protect those around him. It took about a year of attempts before one of the trainers stopped seeing his gift as a deformity and more an extension, leading him to treat it like a muscle. How do we train muscles, physical exertion...He wasn't told till he was 14 that this was just a placebo, but by that time he was so ridiculously into pushing the limit that he didn't care he was tricked.
When he turned 18 he entered the military services, and despite his lack of field experience he excelled as both a scout and a combat deterrent. Mike's career is both decorated and largely classified, but when to Supers engage in battle word gets around. His nickname came from his adoration of chivalry and the idea of fair combat, it was only until later that his enemies would call him that due to his seemingly divine gift. At the end of his most recent victory with another super that single handily eliminated an entire unit of tanks, that he was seen as too valuable to only deal with petty squabbles.
Notes - He is a knight to his core, and so long as he can help it he will protect those that he sees as just. He does not actually like his nick name or his armor, but understands the importance o symbolism when seen by the public...Though he does have a strange habit of referring to female associates as Lady.
Commitment - [once a day would be a minimum with the exception of the Christmas holiday. ]
(hopefully this is a good place holder. I am not overly attached to the back story so if its not to your liking let me know.)
So rude! She was so nice, Did she really need too...."shades on" Rock her?! Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!

On another note, Sal and Eden are that odd kind of similar, I see interesting synergy in combat!

Sooo are we to rp the classes and such, (I doubt these characters share a major, or is this a special kinda college with a very small roster?)
Just be like, *Kazumi kicks in the door* "I have arrived! Now, LOVE me!"

Its just my vote though.
I was being facetious, darn these text boxes and their inability to convey tone my tone of voice!
Flamelord, I got one word. Magickz (Though I loved your description, Thinking about the G's alone made me wonder if anyone on board said jet was in a space suit.)
I apologize about the fabled triple post. I had a post typed up and I hit refresh when the site went down.
A few months of japanese culture is a tad overbearing for someone used to...just about anywhere else, let alone someone who spent their youth in such Isolation as Michelle. The language was even overwhelming. It was hardly inviting or easy to learn, so many different key pronunciations but that did make it easy to tell what the people meant, it was hard to lie in this precise language. So she took a little solace in the fact what people said is what they meant.

At times she questioned her resolve particularly when the other girls seemed so....squeaky. It was with the few conversations that she determined that she would be buying the best pair of noise cancelling headphones that money could offer. This had made her appear far less approachable than what she is, but this hardly bothered her. Though they are somewhat basic classes it was to aid her in the transition to the culture, and the ridiculous amount of information she needed to digest before she could make anything close to an educated analysis of the events that are going to transpire....Hardly a comforting thought for her. As her father had once said, "An unknown is the worst possibility." Some may see this as a paranoid rant, but surviving means knowing....

Just when she thought she had established a schedule she was brought to a room with no explanation other than to wait. Or at least she thought that much she didn't bother to make eye contact or even ask. Upon her arrival she looked about only to spy other girls with looks that are in a similar state of uncertainty, this fact made it easier to wait for further instruction. Though the ice-cream was more than a little unsettling...
-.- do not hit refresh while posting.
A long winded explanation to say the least, Sal was reminded of a spastic parakeet chirping away at its own voice. As she listened it was as if he actually had put more than a little thought into selling a photo of her. He asked a question in there, "Wait what? How can I know how classes are going they haven't started yet?"

Opening the door to her house Haiden seemed all to ready to go inside, anyone else she would likely to have strangled but kiddo had earned her trust...sort of. As they entered her kitchen she looked around trying to find something breakfast/not bad-ish. Thoughts of how she should actually buy groceries more than once a month, "Raiden?" She looks back from her cabinet expecting some retort only to see him flipping out over his watch.
Of course breakfast has to wait, some people care about first-impressions. Sal sighed watching the kid burst out mid conversation. She grabbed her messenger bag,along with a "To Go" protein drink. Casually she walks to the side of her house....Her Scooter flies out a moment later. With ease she catches up to Haiden.
"Oh and to answer your question, Its an F-U cup." She smirks as she leaves him in her proverbial dust.
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