Tyler

Crestwood Hollow

Girl I'm not waiting until Sunday...

@FantasyChic

Same, girl, same. Survival of the fittest and all that jazz. Kick the losers (Hillan) to the curb. Keep on keepin' on. Ain't no rest for the wicked.

Crestwood Hollow

So guess what college student doesn't have any assignments over the weekend!

This one!

Plans for tonight consist of posting for another RP then finishing Sebastian and hopefully creating his first post. Depends on how I'm feeling since I'm battling a rather sudden cold.

@Lord Wraith

Bitch, you said it yourself: we're your children. You really 'bout to leave us here starving and go sleep with some other woman, bitch? B i c t h

Crestwood Hollow

What songs are y'all talking about, I can't find them

@FantasyChic

Click the gender/power of the accepted characters in the cast roster. Winter has I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing.

Crestwood Hollow

Bruh, I ain't mad. You gave the cryo Vanilla Ice. Shit's hilarious.

@Roman

I knew before I even clicked the damn link; same applies to Electric Six. Wraith is just that predictable with his lame-ass daddy sense of humour. I'm kind of offended Aiden wasn't given Prodigy's Firestarter to complete the trinity.

Crestwood Hollow

A I D E N M c K E N N A

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^{The First Day of Class, Mather Memorial High School}

The ageing doors of Mather Memorial High were wide open, beckoning in the year's students and allowing its musty corridors to receive a welcome breath of life. Indeed, these doors had seen generations pass in and out of them throughout the school's lengthy servitude to the town of Crestwood Hollow, and today was the first page of yet another chapter; sure to come with its own laughter, sadness, challenges and achievements. The air was alive with energy, as excitement and trepidation in equal measures oozed from each pupil that arrived on the campus. Girls in trendy get-ups squealed and embraced as though they had presumed each other dead; young men fist-bumped in and poked fun at one another, each jacket emblazoned with the Magics iconography; and pale youths in dark clothing loitered in inconvenient areas, spikes and studs embellishing every inch of their clothes and faces. Mather Memorial was decidedly 'neat' - everything was in its rightful place, dictated by years of conditioning.

Aiden sighed as he stood at the foot of the school's entrance, gazing up at the weathered building as it loomed over him. Memories flashed back to him, and within those few seconds it was as though he had watched a movie of his entire time at the school thus far. Of course, he had never been wildly popular, but he had enjoyed school and performed well as a result. He remembered fondly the laughter he shared with friends, the wonder he'd felt as he began to build an understanding of the world and how it worked, the sense of achievement when he'd been awarded his first A grade.

And then, of course, it had ended. Aiden's rapid decline in what was supposed to have been his final year of education had pushed his grades down and his friends away from him; he'd become reclusive, they'd said. He was acting weird. It was as though his head was somewhere else. He didn't talk much. He'd lost his spark. His teachers agreed - and so did his parents, to an extent, but at least they were able to understand why. It was terrifying, really, as Aiden considered it for what had to be the thousandth time, just how quickly things could change. And the monument of brick and mortar that stood before him only acted as a constant and inescapable reminder of that very fact.

Hesitantly, he pulled the sleeves of his XXL hoodie down over his hands, hoping to avoid skin contact with the mass of pupils as he reluctantly took his first step into the building. It might have been the beginning of something glorious for most of the congregated students, but as far as Aiden was concerned... He couldn't wait for this all to end. With his head down and his earphones firmly inserted, he managed to keep a low profile as he made his way through the hallways and towards the welcome assembly.

^{Later that day...}

It had been a long day. Indeed, most of his acquaintances had since graduated the school, passing their exams and moving onto better things. In truth, Aiden was thankful for that. He had every intention of keeping himself to himself and getting this year out of the way with as little fuss as possible. But of course, not everyone had been so fortunate and, like he, had found themselves back at Mather Memorial for an additional year. Aiden!, they'd gawked as they spotted him sitting in the corners of whatever classroom they were being held captive within. Where did you vanish to last year, man? He had repeated the same spiel a half-dozen times already, curtly informing whomever was prying that he'd had a family emergency to attend to. He kept his exchanges both brief and blunt, and soon his former peers understood that this year Aiden was not particularly interested in conversation.

It wasn't that he had anything against them, or even that he considered himself superior. But this whole school was a reminder of a life he once lived quite happily; a life he could never again hope to live. And he wanted nothing more than to leave it behind him and forget all about it.

He snapped his attention back to the paper in his hand, checking the room number assigned to this mysterious Social Conscious class he'd been allocated. The digits on the door before him were a match. It had taken him a while to find, in part due to his temporary absence from the school, but also largely because it was so tucked away. Aiden couldn't ever remember taking a class out in this little nook, all on its own in a particularly old-smelling corridor. The layer of dust and streaky glass also implied that this part of the building was fairly low on the janitor's to-do list.

Gingerly, Aiden twisted the handle and slinked into the old classroom, noting that the new teacher whom had been introduced that morning stood at the front of the room. Aiden nodded politely, before making his way to the corner of the room and taking a seat. He quietly took out his things, and began doodling intricate drawings along the lined paper of his textbook as he waited for the class to begin. Soon enough, the question: "Who am I?" was posed to the class. The group largely seemed sheepish to answer.

Aiden, too, opted not to verbally answer the question, instead writing it along the top of his page and absent-mindedly beginning to scrawl words he associated with himself in his decidedly messy script. He wrote phrases such as "Outsider kept inside" and "Time waster", but one word in the centre of the page stood out amongst the rest, drawn heavily in dark ink: "FIRE".

The Mavericks | Neo-Genesis

Maxine Faraday

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Maxine cursed through staggered breath, her beating heart bouncing around in her chest as she gasped for air. She was hid behind a parked vehicle, and could feel the chill of the cool metal against the back of her head as her eyes darted anxiously around their sockets. The sounds of the battle were indistinct from another in their levels of terror; mangled together in one fearsome cacophony mere feet away from her hiding place. Something crashed into the other side of the car with sudden force, and Maxine felt her heart stop for a second that seemed eternal. But then, there was movement, and she was once again left alone. She exhaled with relief; her brow gleaming with sweat. She had to make a move. She'd only come to this fucking city to investigate the goings-on at the power plant, maybe stop a few crooks here and there. Sure, she'd chosen to embark on this journey of vigilantism, but this... The sound of metal making contact with flesh interrupted her thoughts only briefly. This wasn't what she signed up for.

Cautiously, she peered upwards; just enough to afford herself a view of the fray in the mirror of the car, without exposing her whereabouts. It was chaos. Maxine could not even begin to count how many individuals were involved, and they didn't make the task seem any easier with the wildness in which they moved and attacked one another. An ambulance nearby creaked and shuddered as it lifted off the ground, and began moving across the street-cum-battlefield. Within seconds, a blast of flame incinerated a petite figure, and though it was too far away to make out any level of detail, the way in which it slumped to the ground told Maxine that it was very much dead. The ambulance crashed to the floor with a similar sense of finality.

Enough was enough.

Spurred on by adrenaline, Maxine shot to her feet. Not pausing to consider her actions, she raised both arms above her head with an air of purpose. The car that had concealed her groaned in protest as it was lifted into the air; a lunge from Maxine's left arm sent the mass of metal hurtling towards the murderer... And, by association, those who were attempting to restrain him. None of that mattered to Maxine; all those present had caused enough damage for one evening.

Not waiting for a retaliation, a determined clenching of her fists ripped the rear doors of the ambulance from their hinges, and Maxine flicked her wrists to launch them at indiscriminate targets. She was going to get out of this alive, whatever it took.

The Mavericks | Neo-Genesis

I am also sorry for the delay, but like I said I'm working right through til Friday and I never feel like posting when I've been at work. I'll get something up soon.

Crestwood Hollow

I think we ought to wait for Wraith to have a solid character to play as, before we begin to anticipate an IC.

Crestwood Hollow

Some day I'll be accepted in an RP. Some day

@MauveMarauder

I hope I'm not speaking out of turn, but a word of advice would be to follow the GM's guidelines. You asked about a bunch of cartoonesque powers back in the IntChk, and he told you they didn't fit the tone of his RP. But then you still applied with, as you call it, a 'weird power'. I would personally suspect that had something to do with his decision.

Crestwood Hollow

E M B E R

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^{A I D E N M c K E N N A ◼ 2 0 / 0 6 / 1 9 9 8 ( 1 8 ) ◼ M A L E ◼ H O M O S E X U A L}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'11"
◼ WEIGHT | 155lbs
◼ BUILD | Slim
◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian
◼ HAIR COLOUR | Brown (bleached)
◼ EYE COLOUR | Brown

//DESCRIPTION:

Aiden's pale skin and dark eyes give him a striking appearance that is complemented further by his angular features. Despite his good looks, his unimposing frame allows him to remain invisible to most people, and he is prone to walking along the perimeter of a room, with his hands in his pockets and his head down. His dress sense is similarly low-key, and he leans towards baggy hoodies and vintage tees. He has a scar running up the inside of his right forearm, measuring about 20cm in length, which he obtained during a childhood accident. He has both ears pierced but will usually only wear one earring at a time.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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Aiden was born in Quebec, Canada; his mother's homeland, she and husband Hugh had settled there shortly before they wed. An only child, Aiden spent the first seven years of his life in Victoriaville, before a sudden overnight move took them across the border to the USA. Aiden only vaguely remembered this, and asking his parents questions about that night always managed to ignite an argument. The family relocated to Massachusetts only briefly, and by the time Aiden was ten they had already migrated north to New Hampshire and the sleepy town of Crestwood Hollow. It is here that Aiden did most of his 'growing up': he excelled in his classes and built an impressive repertoire of talents, but he never quite managed to fit in with his peers and was always relatively independent.

As he grew older and discovered more about himself, Aiden realised that he was gay. He had always had a good relationship with his parents and didn't wait very long before coming out to them; they didn't react violently, but they weren't exactly supportive either. Both his parents preferred to just not talk about this aspect of the ever-developing Aiden, rather than outright accept it, and this drove something of a wedge between them. Though it was never severe enough to have a noted effect on the household, it left some fairly deep emotional wounds on Aiden that he never properly addressed.

A straight A student at Mather Memorial High, Aiden kept himself to himself with the goal of moving out of his sleepy city to study at a college cross-country once he graduated. However, in his final year of study, things hit the rocks. Aiden fell mysteriously ill, developing a dangerously high fever that left him bedridden. He was in so much pain that it felt like his skin was burning, and as such he never noticed the knowingly worried looks his parents would exchange as they watched over him. It wasn't until a few days later, when contact with their son's skin gave his doctor first degree burns, that the McKennas decided to reveal their secret.

They revealed to Aiden that the McKenna line was Hyper, and that all his male ancestors had displayed some manifestation of the gene by the time they turned 18. Whilst it was comforting to know that he wasn't on the brink of death, Aiden had a hard time adjusting to the immense way his life was changing. His trust in his parents was broken, and even once he recovered from his 'fever' he barely spoke to them. He had a depressive episode lasting several months, that wreaked havoc on his academic score and his familial relationships. It wasn't until he accidentally set fire to a mall and almost burned the place to the ground, that his parents decided to pull him from school. Aiden spent the remainder of term learning to control these strange new abilities he had been burdened with, and is now begrudgingly a year behind as he heads back into Mather Memorial this September.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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//ABILITIES:

◼ PYROKINESIS | Aiden can create, shape and manipulate fire. He can launch brief blasts and waves of flame at targets, as well as being able to produce sustained jets of fire. With greater concentration, Aiden is able to shape the flames to his will, forming them into balls or darts with higher precision and greater speed; this allows him to reduce collateral damage. In the future, should he develop a greater control over his abilities, he would be able to create much more complex effects, such as flame vortices or elaborate constructs of fire. Whilst he is not able to actively generate heat without a flame, his body itself acts as a passive heat source: a side effect of his powers causes his body temperature to consistently remain in the region of 120F. As such, his touch is painful and capable of inflicting minor burns with prolonged contact. His body temperature increases dramatically whilst using his powers. Naturally, he is immune to heat and cannot be burned.

//SKILLS:

◼ ACADEMIA | Aiden is highly academic; a very intellectual young man, his mind is rife with creativity and a good understanding of the world around him. His intelligence makes him a good problem-solver and an efficient persuasive force. As is often the case with the highly intelligent, Aiden has unfortunately become somewhat cynical of the world in his understanding of it; he sees things as they are, and a lot of the time he doesn't like what he sees.

◼ LANGUAGE | Aiden's upbringing has afforded him bilingualism: he can speak English and French fluently. He is also adequate at spoken Spanish and German, having studied them for several years, and has retained enough of the basics to seek directions and order meals. He knows a handful of Gaelic words and phrases, though would never be able to appropriately use the language.

◼ MINDFULNESS | Aiden has had to learn to regulate his emotions in order to maintain his quality of life; situations of stress cause his body temperature to rise, which can become a problem if he becomes hot enough to ignite things like paper or wood. Whilst it is inevitable that he will at times become stressed or angry, practicing yoga and meditation has allowed him to minimise these scenarios. His suppressed emotional states have also afforded him the perfect 'poker face' and make him difficult to read, which can be an advantage.

◼ ARTISTIC | Aiden is very artistic, and is an especially fantastic drawer and painter. He will often be found sketching in his notebook. He likes making music, and can play the piano and violin, but he finds them tedious and would like to learn guitar.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ FATIGUE | Using his powers is taxing for Aiden on both a physical and mental level. Naturally, excessive use can exhaust Aiden to the point where he becomes unconscious. This not only leaves himself vulnerable, but also puts those around him at risk as he is no longer able to control the flames he has summoned. In a similar vein, the more drained Aiden becomes, the more difficulty he has with controlling his powers, making larger feats risky business.

◼ FUEL | Fire requires oxygen and heat in order to fuel it; without sufficient oxygen, Aiden's flames will be extinguished. Similarly, although his body produces an adequate amount of heat to use his powers in cold climates, they will be much less effective and he will often find these situations problematic as he finds himself unable to perform in the same way he is used to. His flames cannot burn anything that is not ordinarily combustable.

◼ CONTROL | It is of paramount importance that Aiden be able to control his powers, as they are highly dangerous and destructive in nature. Losing control of his powers puts everyone around him in danger. Unfortunately for Aiden, his emotional state can affect his abilities and sudden emotional outbursts can have consequences beyond his control. Whilst he is adept at keeping himself level-headed, it is inevitable that his emotions will get the better of him from time to time; and having been bottled up in an effort to suppress them, they are likely to be even more violent when they do erupt.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ PHYSICALITY | Aiden is physically weak, and boasts absolutely zero training in any sort of physical combat or self defence. In a situation where his powers are not effective, Aiden would have a great deal of difficulty protecting himself. As well as a lack of strength, Aiden is also not especially fast and can be easily outran by anyone who regularly exercises.

◼ EXTINGUISHERS | As Aiden's powers are fire-based, he is naturally weak against those same substances that can extinguish fire. Water, sand and other substances are able to put out his flames and render him useless; and whilst they aren't likely to have any adverse effects on him physically, they will leave him vulnerable to other forms of attack.

◼ HEAT RESISTANCE | Heat resistant materials such as concrete, brick and some metals pose a problem for Aiden, as he is unable to effectively burn through them. Confining Aiden in a fire-resistant space would effectively imprison him.

◼ SMOKE | Whilst Aiden is immune to heat and flame, he does not have any sort of altered lung capacity, and is still adversely effected by smoke. He is able to rush into a burning building and withstand the flames, but he would still struggle to breath and begin to choke after too long.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ HUGH McKENNA | Father
◼ AMÉLIE McKENNA (née Blaue) | Mother

▼ FRIENDS

◼ TBD | ...

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | ...