vanovick

Aphorism: Skyline Institute

Application :D (unpolished as you wished)

Ryika Syverson

Name: Ryika Syverson

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Appearance

History: Ryika was born as an only child to a middle class family of elitist track stars. Her parents raised her under a lifestyle of track and field athletics, aiming for her to follow her parents footsteps, eventually the Olympics. Ryika enrolled in Skyline Institute by order of her parents, who were successful graduates of the school. Her enrollment was planned the moment her parents confirmed she was able to see the island, and was eligible to attend.

Personality: Ryika is used to being successful and receiving praise from others, and her parents have raised her to act confidently. As a result, she is easily frustrated when she isn’t in such a position and things don’t go her way. She is extremely sheltered by her parents and is rather gullible.

Nationality: American

Word: Bolt - Ryika can summon various forms of bolts (bolt locks, screws, crossbow bolts, and bolts of lightning, a jet of water, molten glass. She can also use the word to quickly increase her movement speed, and to launch herself and projectiles. Another application is forcing individuals out into the open (bolting). (range of 6.5 meters)

Word Location: Inside of right shin, just above the ankle.

Viva La Fabre! Super-Power RP!

Hello! I was wondering if this rp is still ongoing? I am interested in joining.

Viva La Fabre! Super-Power RP!

Or actually... http://youtu.be/Hxm3VdgSjv8?t=1m45s Until 3:16.

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Alicia and Ben]

Alicia unslung her spear as she peeked outside the window. “No zombies yet...ready to go?”

“No, not at all” Ben responds as he puts on his backpack “Where are we going?”

“Didn’t you hear the announcement? Everyone to the media center.” Alicia unlocked the door. “We’re going to have to be quick if we don’t want to meet up with any more zombies.”

“Yeah… okay.” Ben checks the room for anything that he might need later on, then grabs his weapon, ready to go. “You first.”

She slung the door open as quickly she could and got into a defensive stance. Glancing around, she didn’t sense anything amiss and started going down the hallway towards the front lobby.

Ben slips out the door close behind Alicia and locks it once he was through. Still might want to consider staying here instead of the media in the future. If there is a future. He followed down the hallway after looking if the way to the ninth grade hallway was clear. Just to reinforce Alicia’s actions.

The pair gradually makes their way past the front entrance and cafeteria to the media center doors, luckily avoiding any students or zombies. Unsurprisingly, the number of bodies strewn about the area had increased greatly since Ben last passed by.

Ben rolls on the ground. Intense. Flakes of dry blood cling to him and fall as he moves.

Alicia watched Ben roll on the bloody ground. "What the heck are you doing?"

“What does it look like I’m doing?” *Silent Thunder face*

"Don't you think doing that would increase your chance of infection?"

“Maybe? I dunno. But it’s not like I’ll get infected by just getting blood on my skin.”

"Your pores though. Whatever. Let's see why Irene called us here."

“Got it.” Ben rolls to the media center doors.

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

vanovick said
[Ben]Rolls around.

[Ben]

You cease rolling.

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Ben]

Rolls around.

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Ben]

You emerge from the fetal position you had assumed once you hear the laughter of Irene above you. She must've been the one "attacking" you. You would almost prefer a zombie. Almost. Then you could kill them.

"Why."

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Ben]

You are being attacked. You flail and roll of the bed, emitting a high pitched shriek as you fall.

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Ben]

You must have dozed off. You're used to naps throughout the day anyways. The clock in the room tells you it's 3 am. Matt and Irene, nowhere to be seen. You got ditched. Wow.

A single zombie was tapping on the door. You know the door locks behind you, so you search through the draws and find a spare key on a lanyard. Perfect. You open the door and quickly spear the zombie through the head, pushing it back and lock the door before you attract the attention of anymore. You don't want to wander throughout the school without sunlight and the shifty lighting, so you opt to go back to sleep. The room should be secure anyways.

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Ben]

You dump your blood-soaked left hand glove, in the proper disposal bin, but keep the right hand one, which was only slightly soiled, and clean off your spear with the surplus of paper towels available in the room. You work on organizing your supplies, moving water and food items to separate compartments in your backpack, as well as medical related items together in another. Then, you improve your backpack's water bottle compartment's height to accommodate your baseball bat at the right side. Easy to reach, convenient, and secure. You test it out, experimentally swinging it with your left hand in one smooth movement once you draw it across your body. Slightly awkward, but effective nonetheless. Matt and Irene seem pretty worn out from the look of them. Your phone still has no signal. Crummy iPhone 3GS. You're not surprised in the slightest at the fact. The charging case you use with it was completely drained for charging devices, but it still had a small light with some leftover power remaining in the case for an emergency at least.

You refocus on your main weapon and think of improvements. Possible a blade on the end that was suppose to hit the puck. It worked rather effectively slashing the leg with the bladed end, and then cutting at the neck or head. A blade on both ends would allow you to swipe the leg, and then spin the stick to finish them with a downward slash of the hook shaped end. You sound so cheesy.