I have been silently observing what has been going on. I did state I didn't know which ideas I was gearing toward, but now that I think of it, I like #2 and #6.
For Ju-V, or American Gods, I would have to rework Yuri, but I can do it, it won't be a problem. I literally don't have anything else to do. I do work full time, but I don't let that get in the way of me having free time. I also hang out with my friends all the time, but I still manage to make time for things in my life that bring me happiness.
Yuri listened as they addressed everyone gathered speaking on the irregularity of how the year started. Yuri mentally rolled his eyes at the mention of the events now passed. He would have laughed had he not thought of the consequences when Dr. Lehrere spoke about vengeance and how it wasn’t their job to seek it. Truthfully, who in their right mind would go after someone who could do everything that Hyperion could? No doubt it would take countless sacrifices to even bring them to justice, but the question then rose, was Hyperion deserving of justice or death? His focus floated away like a butterfly in the breeze until Miranda explained how the team swap worked. He grabbed the envelope from Jess and thanked them with a smile.
The time had finally come for the team swap. He listened attentively and had already made his choice. He didn’t know why it felt odd for this to still happen after all they’d been through, but perhaps this was a way to get them to focus on what they were truly at PRCU for and fill the air with something other than grief. Better yet, he still had questions and he wanted answers to them. This was just another step to figuring out the things he wanted to know. The whistle blew and Yuri watched as the teams were decided once and for all. He had chosen to stay with Firebird. He saw no reason to leave the team he’d started this journey with, and he really didn’t know any of Blackjack’s members nor any of Eclipse’s members. For now, it was best to stay where he felt familiar. He’d made some sort of progress with those who still remained on Team Firebird and he hoped to become more acquainted as time went on. He raised the corresponding airband for Firebird and did not make a choice for his secondary, his reasoning behind his actions was simple.
He took a moment to look at all those who had chosen Firebird as the team they would continue on with. He smiled momentarily when his eyes fell on Coop who made mention of his reasoning for leaving Firebird to join Blackjack. He covered his mouth and giggled.
“Always,” Yuri said, “Too bad you’ll miss all the fun, but don’t worry sexy I’ll always be here.”
Thankfully Harlowe had decided to stay with Firebird, and Yuri was thankful. He didn’t know her enough yet, and he felt like there was more to her that he was eager to discover. Tista had decided to stay with Firebird as well and he was overjoyed. When the team swap was complete, Yuri smiled as he joyously introduced himself to each member and gave Harlowe and Tista a warm hug. His mind fell back on the envelope with the house invitations. He stepped away from the group to open the envelope and looked over each invite.
Greetings and Salutations Yuri,
We are pleased to announce that after review, we have found you to possess great creativity, a trait that we truly hold dear and revere in House Myotis.
We hope that you'll make ours your House of choice upon receiving your offers.
Sincerely, Robert Priest Sr.
Greetings and Salutations Yuri,
We are pleased to announce that after review, we have found you to possess great sociableness, a trait that we truly hold dear and revere in House Lynx.
We hope that you'll make ours your House of choice upon receiving your offers.
Sincerely, Viktor Bordeaux
Greetings and Salutations Yuri,
We are pleased to announce that after review, we have found you to possess great honour, a trait that we truly hold dear and revere in House Alces.
We hope that you'll make ours your House of choice upon receiving your offers.
Sincerely, Anthony Strum
His eyes went from one to the other before he finally made a decision. Creativity. Sociable. Honor. Each house represented one of these, but which spoke to him? Which reached out to him in a way that he could feel? He was creative. He was sociable. Was he honorable? Yuri placed all but one invite back into the envelope and began his approach towards the house which sparked his creativity. The House Myotis was his choice.
Greetings and Salutations Yuri,
We are pleased to announce that after review, we have found you to possess great creativity, a trait that we truly hold dear and revere in House Myotis.
We hope that you'll make ours your House of choice upon receiving your offers.
Sincerely, Robert Priest Sr.
“Excuse me,” He said, “I would like to accept the invitation to House Myotis. I believe this house will allow my creativity to flourish.”
Location:PRCU Rec Center - Dundas Island, Pacific Ocean
First Class:#2:23:I am NOT a Victim
Interaction(s):Open to Interaction
Previously:Flirting with Danger!!!
Strike
Dodge
STRIKE!
Block
The words of his old trainer played over and over in his head as his fist collided with the punching bag. With each strike, the bag retreated from his touch, as if feeling the pain from the heavy blows. His mind flooded with the events several nights ago. He thought he was safe here. He thought this place would allow him to see more of who he could be, safely. He remembered his old tutor who helped him uncover many things about his abilities before he came to PRCU. He never wanted to feel powerless. He never wanted to feel trapped. Yet that night he had. In the moment, he could do nothing but watch, and it angered him.
After witnessing the power of Hyperion, he was in awe. The being was able to completely obliterate their protection without breaking a sweat and this knowledge sent a tremor in his soul that he’d never forget. He remembered watching it all unfold as one by one those who opposed Hyperion were cut down. It all made sense now. When he’d first arrived at the campgrounds and tried to commune with the weather, it didn’t respond. It was as if something more powerful was controlling it, it felt artificial. He should have known then that something wasn’t right, and when the great Hyperion appeared in a surge of lightning, he stood in awe, wondering how it must feel to wield so much power. Every ounce of his being trembled as he listened to the words Hyperion spoke to various individuals amongst them. As if trying to recruit them, and for a moment Yuri was intrigued. Yuri felt an odd sense of curiosity. That dissipated when Hyperion’s pointed arm ended Cass.
He didn’t know either of the individuals harmed. He wished he had gotten to know them. Who knew how Banjo felt healing in the hospital wing alone? Did he have friends to visit? The funeral would have felt different if he knew Cass on a personal level, but he didn’t and he struggled with trying to understand how to feel. Should he be sad for someone he didn’t know? Should he seek vengeance for someone who took a stand for them? What were they here for?
STRIKE!
His mind playfully dangled on a dangerous idea of the reason why they were enrolled at PRCU. The weapon that was used in the battle. A weapon to neutralize their abilities, if only for a short time. Something that humans would use against them. Hyperion’s words repeated again. They could be Gods, but they were not Gods, they shouldn’t be able to rule over humans just because of their abilities, or should they?
FOCUS!
One thing was certain. He needed to know more. He needed to know more, and he would find out. It would take time but he would find out. Yuri focused one last kick on the bag and it flung around before stabalizing. Sweat dripped from his forehead, glistening on his neck and bare arms. His shirt clung to him as he stood still.
“I am not a victim. I am not a victim."
He paused for a moment and looked at the punching bag envisioning Hyperion's masked face.
Yuri turned to Harlowe after his display of rampant wind and smiled. She had asked him if he could control the wind or something akin to that and he nodded his head in response.
“That’s the gist of it. Wind, the very thing that blows through your hair, but also more than that. The very atmosphere around us is subject to my beckoning call,” Yuri said, a proud smile on his face. That year of training with his mystery teacher before coming to PRCU had allowed him to understand if only slightly, some of the things he could do. “So far I’ve been able to summon a rainstorm, hail and fog. I’m working on a tornado, but I’m nervous.”
Just as he finished, a rather handsome guy made himself known. He even spoke his name. Coop. Yuri smiled at the thought of meeting new people. Harlowe was nice and now Coop seemed like the chill type. No doubt he was straight, which meant Yuri had to make sure he flirted with him every chance he got. Gleefully floating over to Coop, Yuri looked between Harlowe and the handsome young man.
“Well well, aren’t you just an eye full,” Yuri said, “I am Yuri and it’s a pleasure to meet you. Both of you.”
Listening to Harlowe speak, Yuri tapped his chin as she asked about the trials and the reason behind all of it.
“Maybe it’s to test us. When I think of trials, I think of various tests to gauge our abilities and knowledge, though—”
His words stopped as Tista stepped into the ring. He eyed her, taking in her beauty. In fact all of his teammates that he’d been able to look at were very appealing to the eye. Tista introduced herself and after she finished speaking, Yuri’s attention drifted off towards the cliff that jutted out over the water below. For a moment he was on the beach, allowing the salty breeze to overtake him. The wind blew through his hair, his eyes darting around as small crabs scurried over the black sand. The waves crashed against the shore, leaving behind remnants of ocean flora. Kelp littered the beach as far as the eyes could see. Blinking, he returned back to reality and looked at Coop, Harlowe and Tista.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Yuri. We were talking about our gifts and the trials.”
Yuri closed his eyes, “Mother Nature, say hello to my new friends.”
Wind blew through Yuri’s hair followed by Harlowe, Tista and Coop. The heavy breeze rustled his clothes slightly, but when he opened his eyes the wind stopped.
“Harlowe here can manipulate sound, which is amazing, but I’m not quite sure what this delightful specimen can do,” Yuri said, pointing at Coop, “but I’m sure it’s as equally impressive as his introduction. Care to share?”
I owe the vast majority of you an apology. Last week, there was an incident where players had located a draft from my personal workshop thread and brought it to the attention of others in the Team Blackjack specific channel. This led to a dialogue with several players voicing opinions as to how I wrote not only my post but my character. Suffice it to say, I didn't appreciate the violation of privacy or unsolicited input. This was in addition to already having a hard time GMing after adjusting not only to a larger player base but unfortunately I knowingly took on a player that I historically do not get along with.
I'm not perfect, far from it. I let emotions get the better of me and thought I could migrate the issues by muting the general chats in the Discord and appearing offline so as to focus on the game solely from a GM perspective. Unfortunately, issues continued to boil up and I thought I would teach these alleged 'troublemakers' a lesson by laying a trap.
On May 8th, I posted the following draft to my workshop thread, full well knowing it was public:
GM Post:
-Send both Blackjack and Firebird to bed for the night -GM excerpt? Campus attacked, and several cast members are killed. Likely reduce players down to a more manageable number, and apologize to the rest.
The thunderstorm masked any sounds of their arrival as Hyperion and Autumn set upon the Southern Plateau like predators at a buffet.
-The surviving members of Blackjack, Eclipse and Firebird gather for the swap, clearly shaken.
Was it all just a dream?
Cass kept hoping he would wake up. His arm was in agony, a bloodied batch of bandages covering the stump where he used to have a hand. Axel's dead eyes haunted him, he hadn't been able to fly away fast enough. Haleigh was the next to fall, her wheelchair proving to be the ultimate liability. Things only got worse after Rory started borrowing powers, and the chaos continued to spiral from there. Between Blackjack and Firebird, there were eight dead students. Who knew how many on Eclipse? Who knew how many more throughout the rest of the school. How were the Collegiate students supposed to defend themselves against Hyperion?
How was this Hyperhuman on Hyperhuman violence bringing about Hyperion's goals? None of this made sense to Cassander.
-Immediately after the swap, the three teams enter the hedge, initially faced with the same scenario.
Survivors: - - - - - - - - - - -
Deceased: -The rest.
Previously...
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The thunderstorm masked any sounds of their arrival as Hyperion and Autumn set upon the Southern Plateau like predators at a buffet.
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Location:Sub Location, - Primary Location
The Homecoming Trials #1.0X:Post Title
Interaction(s):None
Previously:None
Cass kept hoping he would wake up. His arm was in agony, a bloodied batch of bandages covering the stump where he used to have a hand. Axel's dead eyes haunted him, he hadn't been able to fly away fast enough. Haleigh was the next to fall, her wheelchair proving to be the ultimate liability. Things only got worse after Rory started borrowing powers, and the chaos continued to spiral from there. Between Blackjack and Firebird, there were eight dead students. Who knew how many on Eclipse? Who knew how many more throughout the rest of the school. How were the Collegiate students supposed to defend themselves against Hyperion?
How was this Hyperhuman on Hyperhuman violence bringing about Hyperion's goals? None of this made sense to Cassander. He had tried to help, tried to protect them. Inside his powers had been turned against him, took his own hand off along with half of Trace's face.
Or at least he had thought it was Trace. It wasn't until the body hit the ground that it was revealed to be Iñigo. The speedster from the other team had been cleaved clear in half by Autumn using powers taken from the now dead Ryan Clarke.
Somehow they were expected to continue with the Homecoming Trials, as though nothing that happened the previous night mattered, as though they hadn't just lost half their classmates. Standing alongside the remaining members of Blackjack, Cassander looked toward Firebird and Eclipse. There should have been thirty-six students including himself here today.
Instead, he counted only nineteen left.
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This post was circulated, as was intended, through the targeted parties, discouraging several players from posting and ultimately leading to a player leaving. While in many ways this was a desired outcome, it was not the way to go about removing a player from the roleplay, nor the way to address when I have issues with players. By going about handling the situation in this manner, I no doubt off-put several players, and while several were in on the joke, many more were not.
In particular, I want to extend an apology to @Kuro, @Mao Mao, and @webboysurf whose characters were named in the 'draft' post.
Thank you for being transparent about it and owning up to how it may have made other players feel and apologizing for the unintended outcome. Even though this had nothing to do with my character, I do want to say that I am thankful that you gave me a chance to participate in this beautiful story. I hope to be here until the end (if there ever is one) :)
How could anyone be so adorably cute, flirtatious, and sexy all at once, while maintaining a level of approachability and intelligence that seemed to draw others in, or dispel them? He understood he wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but that was the way of life.
Yuri took his time packing for the camp. Team 78. He had been chosen for Team 78. The Firebirds. He smiled as he bounced around in the air as if weightless. He sat in midair wondering just how much fun it would be and who he would meet and how many friends he would make. He also wondered who he would find appealing to the eye. He’d finished his training ahead of time to make sure he was ready. Camping was definitely not his thing, but he wouldn’t dare let anyone know how prissy he could be. Clearing his throat, Yuri glanced in the mirror and smiled. Today would be a good day, today would be the day of many more, but something stirred in his mind. A feeling he couldn’t quite shake. It was a bit of uneasiness that he questioned the origin of.
During the ceremony earlier that day, Yuri had been incredibly silent for someone who is often begged to silence. He was observant of what was going on and his face focused on every word, every face, and every breeze that flowed through. Now in the assigned group that would be his “team” for the homecoming trials, he couldn’t help but notice as he floated above them, the various looks. Some were deep in thought, possibly trying to figure each other out. It seemed to take less time getting to the campsite than it took him to gather his things for the adventure, but once there everyone seemed to disperse and go about whatever they were doing. Pizza was being prepared, or rather they would have to help make their own, and tents were up. The size of the tents was adequate. He didn’t know who he would be sharing a tent with, but he was eager to find out.
Playfully floating over to the pizza station, his eyes landed on the dark storm clouds. His head tilted and he closed his eyes. Something felt different, powerful, perhaps even manufactured, but whatever it was the storm clouds made him slightly uneasy. He was in his own little world watching the lightning streak across the bosom of the dark clouds. The thunder raised its voice slightly to let others know it was there. His attention snapped when loud music filled his ear. He turned and floated quickly over to Harlowe. She was speaking about her gift and he was intrigued.
“Sound manipulation. How marvelous indeed. How loud can you get?” Yuri asked realizing he never introduced himself to anyone within their group. Before he could, another spoke explaining that their power was speed. It fascinated him to learn about others’ gifts.
“So you can manipulate sound and you can move extremely fast. That’s awesome!,” he said, his excitement getting the better of him. In response, the wind ripped through the campsite like a stray dog blowing some pizza to the ground and scurrying through the hair and clothes of everyone gathered.
Yuri blinked a few times and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry about that. I’m Yuri, Yuri Choi. It’s nice to meet you all.””
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Yuri San Choi _________________________________________________________ September 21, 2003 | 19 | Mixed (Korean, African American) _________________________________________________________ Single | Male | Homosexual _________________________________________________________ Cupertino | California | United States
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Yuri San Choi is the son of Han Choi and Denae Parker. The two married before Yuri was born and it was when Yuri was born that Denae passed away due to complications with the birth. Her dying wish was that Yuri be taken care of. During the entire incident, all she wanted was for Yuri to survive. A mother’s love. Han did the best he could to raise Yuri. It wasn’t until Yuri turned 18 that things changed.
Han Choi, a man of extreme wealth, hailing from old money with deep roots, decided to enroll his son in various self-defense classes. Ninjutsu, Tai Chi, and Taekwondo were the main focuses. Yuri was only 8 when the classes started. He barely had any free time, but he often enjoyed spending any time he could with his father whenever the man wasn't away for business and he was left in the care of a relative. Nonetheless, his love for his father never waivered until his 18th birthday. Yuri's powers blossomed when he turned 18, and his father was shocked. Still, he didn't want his son to be discriminated against, so using his connections he found someone to teach Yuri how to control his power until he could make a decision. For a year Yuri met with his teacher in secret before Han Choi decided to send his son to PRCU and leave him in the care of H.E.L.P. in hopes that his son would grow to understand his abilities and hone them to remarkable levels. After witnessing his son’s power he knew without proper understanding, Yuri could cause chaos. He was aware of H.E.L.P. due to prior business with them. Thankfully he managed to get his son safely into the care of H.E.L.P. After Yuri was safely in PRCU, Han Choi went silent, but he left Yuri ways to communicate should he need to. One could call Han Choi an ally of the cause.
Yuri arrived at PRCU at the age of 19 confused and shaken, with mixed emotions about his father. He understood the danger he could put others in, but he often wondered if there was a different way other than leaving him with strangers. What he vowed, after arriving at PRCU, was to focus, learn and understand, and to just have fun.
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H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || Atmokinesis __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Elemental
The HZEs within Yuri allow him to psychically control weather-based atmospheric phenomena. To break it down further, one with this ability can psychically generate clear skies, cloudy skies, winds, rain, fog, etc, at will. In addition, he can psychically generate wind storms, thunderstorms, tornadoes, hail storms, etc. This allows Yuri to fly due to the wind currents around him moving rapidly and supporting his weight at any given time.
L I M I T A T I O N S || Area of Effect
Yuri cannot generate atmospheric phenomena if the area affected does not have the necessary resources to produce the desired effect. In other words, if he is in a dry, hot area, it is nearly impossible for him to summon a rainstorm when there is no moisture present. The area of effect is also limited. It would completely drain Yuri to produce a storm the size of several states. Attempting to create a nationwide storm would result in hospitalization. One to three states are his limit so far.
W E A K N E S S E S || Emotionally Unstable
His true weakness is his emotions. Because of the intensity and violent nature of his power, he must always maintain his emotions. Even when utilizing his gift, Yuri cannot afford to lose control. If he loses control, the phenomena he created can run chaotic and it becomes extremely difficult, almost impossible to regain control of the phenomena because nature is so unpredictable,
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Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?
His eyes opened to the rumbling of a storm overhead. Slowly he rose from the bed and positioned himself on the side of it. The urge to urinate had made itself known. He could hear the wind viciously rasping at the window, beckoning to be let in. The flash of lightning filled the dark room with a quick burst of light before darkness took its place once again. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, glancing around the room as if expecting someone to be there.
“Get it together Yuri.”
He spoke softly as his eyes finally fell upon the sleeping body next to him. How could he sleep so peacefully when Yuri was wide awake? Was it more than just the urge to pee that awoke him? He couldn’t think about it now. Either he would wet the bed or make his way to the bathroom, and the latter was out of the question. Standing as silently as he could, he moved in the darkness towards the bathroom.
A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?
His brown eyes searched the desperate gaze of the man before him. Panicked asking for help. Tattered clothing and unkempt hair proved that this man was in need of something, but what kind of help did he need? Always one to analyze the reasons for numerous things, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this man truly needed help, and without batting an eye, Yuri nodded.
“I will help as much as I can.”
A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?
”An intruder?” Yuri questioned as the alarm blared. Loud and annoying, yet needed to prepare them should anyone dare to set foot where they didn’t belong.
Yuri’s eyes darted around everyone gathered wondering what was happening, who was given the charge, and what the instructions would be. In his mind he was curious as to what the intruder looked like, what made them tick, and how dangerous were they. Still, he stood ready to act if need be.
“Mother Nature, protect us from that which threatens to harm. Let your eternal breath sweep the thorns from our path.”
The sudden gust filled the room in response to Yuri’s request.
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