Voidself

Supers: A Superpower RP

Delta smiled at him after he introduced himself as Theodore to the new recruits, Delta's greeting to him was friendly in turn.

"Good evening Theodore! I see a restful night's sleep has eluded your grasp yet again. This here's Justin and Carson. Epsilon nabbed Carson from Phi and I carried Justin off before he made the mistake of brushing shoulders with him."

"Sounds like Carrot Top had a hell'uv'a day. I wouldn't wanna hang round Phi if'ya paid me."

He didn't say anything else on the matter because he didn't have the time to. His words were snipped off by the familiar sound of snapping flooding the room from the hallway. That could only mean that one person was making her grand entrance with vigor. The door swung open and nearly rattled against the wall as Kana strolled in, her enthusiasm was infectious, naturally infectious. Kana was powerful in the way that she held herself, an undeniable charisma seemed to cling to every word that left her. Her first words were along the lines of beating Phi down and he nearly wanted to laugh at the obscurity of it. Her super charged attitude was a lot more than anyone gave her credit for, she genuinely wanted to take a stand. He kind of wanted to see her take a stand. It would definitely be interesting.

"How about you, Mr. D? Wanna go track this guy down and give him the good ol' one-two?"

He leaned forward on his elbows to watch her more closely as she punched at the air. She was sparking like a firework and it was making light bounce off the walls. His amusement surfaced on his face when he watched Delta zip behind her in less than a few seconds. Delta's fingers pressed against her head and Theodore nearly started laughing. It was always fun to watch their superiors prove just how superior they actually were. He knew that it could very well be him getting told off but he hadn't been taught humility at a young age. He wasn't about to learn it now, he'd made that pretty clear a long time ago. Silent and watchful, often times it was hard to tell his emotions but right now his amusement was blatantly clear in the tight-lipped smile and his dancing eyes.

The next girl entered very soon after Delta's small speech, as warm as her name and just as bright. She was smart and she had her own deal of enthusiasm, though it wasn't quite the fiery explosion that Kana's was. He tended to listen when she spoke, there was just something about her that didn't bother him quite how the rest did. Sometimes he thought it had to do with her kindness.

”I’m sure we’ll be able to beat Phi with patience and hard-work,” Sunny said with her natural optimism and she took her seat beside him. ”It’s nice to meet you guys. I’m Sunny. ”

Sayuri chimed in next, his gaze turned to her sharply as he noticed her presence for the first time. "I for one, would not underestimate Kana."

Tired, he'd been so tired he hadn't noticed that she'd been sitting there nearly the whole time. He couldn't believe it, what an idiot he was sometimes. He wondered if he should offer her a wave but realized he was clutching an apple in his primary waving hand and glanced at it sadly. Tossing the half-eaten apple into his left hand, he twiddled his fingers at her and tossed it back over as Danny entered the room. A jagged demeanor and a quick temper, he'd never really been too fond of the boy. Just as Ol' Red finished talking, Danny spoke up.

“You’re scared as hell. I can see it in your face. But thinking about it too much isn’t going to change a damn thing and crying about it sure as hell won’t help either…getting stronger might. If we can take out that damn Phi guy, maybe we’ll get our lives back…or what’s left of them."

He heard the redhead start to defend himself just as Epsilon pulled into the room, his form melded with shade and completely intimidating. He wouldn't ever want to mess with Epsilon, even Epsilon who had been wounded, it was just too risky.

"Matell. Cruz. If you feel so strongly about fighting Phi right now, then I'll allow you two to take as many people as you want to fight him, right now. No doubt he's still haunting Pavar. Probably finishing off any loose ends as quickly as possible, so time's off the essence." Epsilon moved toward Kana. "If a fight is what you two want so badly, then fight Delta or I. Kill one of us and you'll have our permission to go fight Phi." he turned, looking toward Danny. "Even with blood I've lost today, I doubt the whole lot of you could even do me in, but by all means if fighting with your fledgling powers is so exciting be my guest and make your move."

He cocked his head as he watched Kana, she still seemed ready for a fight and she eagerly spoke her wishes to fight an Omega and he couldn't keep the grimace off of his face. Danny even seemed to get a little worked up, he was practically going blue in the face. He didn't speak his own peace, he didn't really care all that much but the redhead sure did.

"I'm sorry to butt in, I don't know the struggle of being cooped up in a big metal bunker and I'm new so this could come off as unbelievably idiotic." His voice started to remind Theodore of his father in a sickly bittersweet way. "First off. Epsilon, can I please request that you sit down? You recently sewed up a pretty severe wound and if that busts open then you might have more blood on the floor than what you started with. Even if it doesn't bust open, you suffered blood loss and you are going to end up in a very bad way if you don't rest at all. I know a little about wounds and stuff but I'm not exactly the E.R. doctor that my father was. I just- I've got anxiety and it won't leave my mind so please, sit down. You don't have to but I'd like it if you did."

Redhead furrowed his eyebrows worriedly. "Second off. I watched Phi kill two boys today, right in front of me. I didn't even really know them and I wish I hadn't even gone to that coffee house. It was a sight that my panic riddled mind will never manage to get over, I'm never going to forget that and I'm a coward to boot so I'm never going to stop freaking out about it either. It's not an easy thing- I can only imagine what kind of training it would take to take this guy down. I do however understand that it's got to be grueling because if you mess up, even a little, then you're as good as dead. I don't know about you but I don't want to die. I don't know the two of you either but I don't want you to end up dead. You both seem alright, your battles will come to you in time, I'm sure. I'm sure that you'll get to throw down with Phi some time and I'm sure you'll get to move things back on track. I don't know when, but just- Don't be so rash, eh? Sometimes taking a coward's point of view is good. Caution is key with me, just don't try to fight a battle before you've judged it."

Jesus, that was a speech if I've ever heard one.

Supers: A Superpower RP

i'll be getting my next post up later today. ouo

Supers: A Superpower RP

It had started with a headache and a sky full of stars, it had drove into his head like a hammer and it had left that memory clean. A night sky and a bundle of dandelions sprouting beneath his palms. It was normal for these guys or that's sort of what he'd been told, this place was a haven, it was safe here, it wasn't home. Home was Manhattan, home was the air that reeked of car exhaust and the sound of alarms blaring through his window each night. Home was very far away, home was nothing but a color-drained, stonewashed, smoky framed memory. Home hadn't even been that great, though he'd never felt so isolated in a place as he had felt in Pavar. It was easy to become lost in Manhattan, it was easy enough to find a place to hide away but Pavar had been small and he had felt trapped.

Trapped was a good word for how he constantly felt, he didn't know where he wanted to be but he knew it wasn't here. There was something that made his skin crawl about the powers in general, it confused him first off, he still didn't get why flowers rose to meet him and he still didn't get why he could make trees bend towards his will. He didn't get why he'd been chosen for whatever this was and it made him miss New York. If he had been in that apartment in Manhattan then he never would have wandered into the darkness with his headache and he never would have rolled around in the grass like an idiot and he never would have uncovered the power at all. At least that's what he figured. It wasn't sound logic. Any excuse to defend Manhattan was a good excuse.

He wasn't ever going to get over anything, that much was blatantly clear.

The day started with another type of headache, but the sky wasn't full of stars and he wasn't driven by some imaginary force to go outside. There weren't any dandelions and there wasn't crippling fear of the unknown. Just another day at the weird academy for messed up super kids. He had been up most of the night, caught up in the aimless task of plotting natal charts until around four a.m. He was tired, he always woke up tired, it was as if he never really slept at all. It was kind of his own fault though he wouldn't admit it if you begged him to. Drained, he would often snap at people upon waking up but there didn't seem to be anybody to snap at right this moment.

He'd slept in, he was always trying to sleep in and he'd finally managed to knock out a few daylight hours. Normally he would have woken around nine and he would have thrown a minor fit about how exhausted he was but he'd managed a good lot of sleeping today. It looked like he had almost lost the entire day. Groggily, the boy had risen and dressed for the day though he'd done it all in a tired haze. His hair was a rumpled mess and he was pretty sure that he smelled a little sweaty but he wasn't in the mood for a late shower and he lumbered out of his room with a pen still tucked behind his ear.

He was hungry, exceptionally ravenous and he could have eaten just about anything that was offered to him at this moment. He knew he could grab something in the mess hall and that's where everything seemed to be right now. He could hear the low murmur of voices before he entered and he barely took notice of them in his sleepy stupor, should anyone have approached him then he might have snapped at them as his ritual demanded. He grabbed an apple before finally scanning the room. The first sight was very glaringly obvious and he couldn't have overlooked it even if he wasn't half asleep.

New people. Wonder where they dug those poor scraps up?

He realized very quickly that he was standing there clutching an apple and staring at them blankly. He exhaled in a long yawn and arched his spine, rocking onto his tiptoes for a moment and dropping back down. The whole process took a lot longer than it should have but he was feeling a little more awake after it. Biting into the apple slowly, he chewed as he approached the table and sunk into a seat near Delta. He could hear the redhead seemingly talking a mile a minute about his parents and he felt a slight pang in his chest at the thought of his own father. He sometimes missed waking up to the smell of buttermilk pancakes and cinnamon, the smell of coffee and the sound of an old country station crooning on the stereo.

For his credit, he managed to keep his mouth shut for most of the time the redhead seemed to spitting out words. For his credit, he just drew in a breath and glanced to Delta. He didn't feel too temperamental today, there wasn't a reason to get snippy with anyone so he kept his tone relatively friendly. It didn't quite match up to the constant look of petulance about him.

"Hello, Delta. Hello, you and you, whoever you are." he said, "I'm Theodore. I apologize for the interruption."

Supers: A Superpower RP

i will be the first to issue a hello! ouo i am super excited to join you all!

Supers: A Superpower RP

Name: Theodore Harrison.

Age: 19.

Gender: Male.

Power: Plant Manipulation: The ability to manipulate plants.

Personality: Haughty and spoiled, Theodore breezes through life like he owns it and often doesn't take the feelings of others into consideration. A selfish nature but also a quiet one, he becomes overwhelmed by loss of control and that can force him into sullen solitudes. These solitudes often end in spiteful anger and he is also prone to fits of frustration, easily unsettled by even the smallest things. Though he isn't all negatives, he has a childlike awe for the small things things in life and he becomes heavily interested in whatever he sets his mind to.

Likes: Cats, starry nights, collecting books, reading, summer days, nature, cloudy days, astrology, astronomy, Christmas.

Dislikes: Cigarette smoke, winter days, fog, frost, most insects, chocolate, dogs.

History: Born in Manhattan, New York, he spent a good portion of his life living in a very expensive apartment with his single father. He never knew much of his mother and he never cared to know much, his father didn't like talking about her and he didn't like pressing for details. They moved to Pavar when he was fifteen and he's kind of been holding a grudge about it ever since, he'll swear up and down that he was cheated out of a perfectly fine life in New York.

Awakening.

The night was a cold one, stars clinging to the sky and reminding him of snowflakes on black fabric. It was dark, darker than anything and yet it brought him some edge of comfort. He'd left the house in a flurry, his father had been far too asleep to notice him as he tore out the door and he found himself here now. He was barefoot, the cold air making his skin break into gooseflesh as he stood in the dew-speckled grass and stared into the dark sky. It was strange, the urge, the drive to leave the house and he didn't know where it came from. It had followed the headache, the stabbing ache that ripped through his temples until he'd been forced awake in a cold sweat, it had left a ghost of pain until he'd stumbled out the door.

The night was good to him, he'd always liked the way stars looked, it comforted him in so many ways. He drew in a deep breath as he stepped forward, his plaid pajama pants were getting damp at the hems and his arms were folding around himself to block out the chill. He didn't know why but he felt like something was right when he finally planted himself in the cold, wet grass. He dug his hands into it as he lied on his back. The cold was cutting through his clothes and the night sky was beckoning his gaze. It was so silent, everything was so silent, except for the thundering in his head.

He could feel something shifting under his palms and he turned too swiftly, sprouting between his fingers was the long stem of a dandelion. It held his eyes for a long, frozen moment and he pulled back in horror, rising beneath his palm were other dandelions. Their yellow heads were bobbing frantically from the sudden movement and he stumbled back on his knees as he stared at it in horror. It was a cluster of fresh dandelions and there was no doubt about it, they almost seemed to glow yellow in the darkness.

"What the-" he froze when he felt something curling over his fingertips and tore his hand away from the grass, wound around his fingers were tendrils of a root and the offending plant was lying like a discarded corpse surrounded in clumps of dirt. He could feel a slamming in his chest as he stared at the uprooted plant and he got to his feet.

Is it me? Am I causing this?

Turning his gaze to the lone tree in his front yard, he swallowed thickly and rested his hand to the trunk. He tried to focus on what he wanted it to do and he felt it begin to shake beneath his hand. One of the branches were spiraling downwards, seeming to bend until it strained and he jumped when it scraped against his back. He heard the startled noise escape himself and he shoved a hand against his mouth.

This was beyond his control but this was by far the best thing that had happened to him since the move.

Superpowered RP: Looking For Five New Players (High Casual/LOW Advanced)

@Voidself
We're checking him and other applicants out. We'll get back to you as soon as we decide it best to start accepting applicants (so, soon^TM).

@Marx

sounds good to me! uvu i'll be ready and waiting.

Superpowered RP: Looking For Five New Players (High Casual/LOW Advanced)

Name: Theodore Harrison.

Age: 19.

Gender: Male.

Power: Plant Manipulation: The ability to manipulate plants.

Personality: Haughty and spoiled, Theodore breezes through life like he owns it and often doesn't take the feelings of others into consideration. A selfish nature but also a quiet one, he becomes overwhelmed by loss of control and that can force him into sullen solitudes. These solitudes often end in spiteful anger and he is also prone to fits of frustration, easily unsettled by even the smallest things. Though he isn't all negatives, he has a childlike awe for the small things things in life and he becomes heavily interested in whatever he sets his mind to.

Likes: Cats, starry nights, collecting books, reading, summer days, nature, cloudy days, astrology, astronomy, Christmas.

Dislikes: Cigarette smoke, winter days, fog, frost, most insects, chocolate, dogs.

History: Born in Manhattan, New York, he spent a good portion of his life living in a very expensive apartment with his single father. He never knew much of his mother and he never cared to know much, his father didn't like talking about her and he didn't like pressing for details. They moved to Pavar when he was fifteen and he's kind of been holding a grudge about it ever since, he'll swear up and down that he was cheated out of a perfectly fine life in New York.

Awakening.

The night was a cold one, stars clinging to the sky and reminding him of snowflakes on black fabric. It was dark, darker than anything and yet it brought him some edge of comfort. He'd left the house in a flurry, his father had been far too asleep to notice him as he tore out the door and he found himself here now. He was barefoot, the cold air making his skin break into gooseflesh as he stood in the dew-speckled grass and stared into the dark sky. It was strange, the urge, the drive to leave the house and he didn't know where it came from. It had followed the headache, the stabbing ache that ripped through his temples until he'd been forced awake in a cold sweat, it had left a ghost of pain until he'd stumbled out the door.

The night was good to him, he'd always liked the way stars look, it comforted him in so many ways. He drew in a deep breath as he stepped forward, his plaid pajama pants were getting damp at the hems and his arms were folding around himself to block out the chill. He didn't know why but he felt like something was right when he finally planted himself in the cold, wet grass. He dug his hands into it as he lied on his back. The cold was cutting through his clothes and the night sky was beckoning his gaze. It was so silent, everything was so silent, except for the thundering in his head.

He could feel something shifting under his palms and he turned too swiftly, sprouting between his fingers was the long stem of a dandelion. It held his eyes for a long, frozen moment and he pulled back in horror, rising beneath his palm were other dandelions. Their yellow heads were bobbing frantically from the sudden movement and he stumbled back on his knees as he stared at it in horror. It was a cluster of fresh dandelions and there was no doubt about it, they almost seemed to glow yellow in the darkness.

"What the-" he froze when he felt something curling over his fingertips and tore his hand away from the grass, wound around his fingers were tendrils of a root and the offending plant was lying like a discarded corpse surrounded in clumps of dirt. He could feel a slamming in his chest as he stared at the uprooted plant and he got to his feet.

Is it me? Am I causing this?

Turning his gaze to the lone tree in his front yard, he swallowed thickly and rested his hand to the trunk. He tried to focus on what he wanted it to do and he felt it begin to shake beneath his hand. One of the branches were spiraling downwards, seeming to bend until it strained and he jumped when it scraped against his back. He heard the startled noise escape himself and he shoved a hand against his mouth.

This was beyond his control and this was by far the strangest thing that had happened to him since the move.

this is my first character for this site, haha. ouo i hope he's good and i can edit or change anything if it seems wrong.

hi! ouo

i'm an avid roleplayer on tumblr but things are getting kind of boring in that neck of the woods so here i am! ouo my url is kind of a joke, it was the first thing i could think of but i hope to find some fun here and i can't wait to get started!!