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Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Nicholas Philip Raynor, & Sylvia Lana Bertoose

Silently staring at the situation, sat a young man, apparently looked over and missed by everyone else. Which is fair, he was fairly invisible for the most part, mostly having been playing with what looked like some sort of gaming hand-held to avoid most of the situation, though admittedly he had looked up to watch the fight, a bit too nervous to outright intervene, especially in this kind of place. His abilities couldn't really hold a candle to these guys. After all, they had all kinds of devastating abilities and he...what? Could heal people? Not like he minded it, though. He just knew he would be ready for an extra-hard beating if something went down that he -had- to interfere in. Ugh.

Its not like he was completely oblivious to the situation, though. While he had been focusing his eyes on the gaming media, his ears had been listening closely, and just the entire situation had been more offensive and aggressive than he had ever wanted to be. It seemed everyone in the room was hostile or misunderstanding. Maybe coming here -wasn't- the smartest idea in this little world of his. He eventually closed up the small gaming system, which was blue in color, before opening up what was a brown backpack on the floor next to him and sneaking it into one of the backpack's many compartments before zipping it up, his blue eyes looking up as Adam walked in. Oooh dear. Oh dear. Well, at least as long as Adam hadn't figured out that -someone- had skipped the first power-based training session. But who could blame Nicholas? He was scared of just a small amount of these fellows fighting. An entire group was monstrous to think about. Still...he had to keep his cool. He couldn't be cooped up in here forever. Still, watching the pretty boy and the big jack-ass fight told him what to expect, and it wasn't pretty.

But it wasn't like he could forget who had stood on the sidelines and almost facilitated...nay, -seemingly enjoyed- the fight and its outcome. The young lady with the one eye. He may not be part of big groups often, but just from experiences in the past, he knows how to spot someone manipulative. She was smart, alright...or maybe it was just coincidental and she just enjoyed it. All the same, he didn't necessarily like it, but she was the only person here he could talk to, to -not- look like he wasn't supposed to be here or like he was someone to talk to by Adam. He turned towards Sylvia, standing up as his blue jeans hung lazily to his legs, looking a bit too long for him and even being rolled up inward to avoid being stepped on at the ends, whereas above it, he was wearing a plain black t-shirt, with a backpack hanging on his back once he readjusted it, sitting down next to her. “...So. Does this happen all the time, or are you new here, too?” He asked, his voice sounding a bit nervous, but also middle of the line for most male voices, nothing too notable, like an accent. If he had one, he hid it pretty darn well.

Now wasn't this the cheerist of all times?

Sylvia just watched, who's more or less her brother, and some big old ape fight. She was not disappointed. Though, she wished that they had used their powers, or broke something. There's barely any damage done! A broken chair? Don't make her laugh. That damn thing will be swept up in moments. Sylvia was wondering what old Vespera was up to, her eyes scanned the room- suddenly, she had lost all interest in Spider-Tits. She had to work out what she'll do next. With Jake gone, there was no one for her to spend the afternoon with. Sylvia sighed. Maybe she should have jumped in after all. And what? Get your ass kicked too? She thought to herself with a sigh. Well, what's done is done. Though, Sylvia knew she would have to avoid Gabe for the rest of the day. Because knowing her, she'd go on a rampage the second she learned that Jake got into a fight. Worse. Without anyone for Gabe to direct that anger at she could - audible gasp! - direct at anger at Sylvia.

Yeah, fuck that.

There she was, sitting in a chair with a guitar in her lap. Staring at the (lame) aftermath. She should go do something, but it seemed like "something" came to her on a silver platter. Well, no. A average kid that had to be around her age (Going off her extensive experience) wearing a backpack, looked like.... He really reminded her of that one kid. The one who did stuff with light, and was shy as all hell. What was his name again? Ethan! Yes, the boyscout. She wondered what happened to him, she wanted to pop his cherry, but meh. That was the past now. This kid was right in front of her. A present opportunity.

Though, she'd have to test if he was w-i-l-l-i-n-g! Sylvia didn't have time to waste on quitters. Sylvia gave Nicholas a confident smirk. "I wish. I'd make coming here waaaaaay more interesting. Just two sweaty men, beating each other's brains in." She started laughing. She knew that the boy was the shy, pure, type. Something she could play off of easily. "And don't be so nervous, kid. You're in paradise. I'm surprised a kiddo like you haven't left that attitude behind."

The silverhaired girl kept laughing. She looked down and played her guitar a little bit. "Me? I'm far from new here. Sylvia-motherfucker-Bertoose at your service."

Nick couldn't help but mentally facepalm. Ugh. Great, so she enjoyed watching two idiots beat the hell out of each other? At least with boxing, there was some level of meaning behind winning a match and it wasn't just outright killing each other. He'd seen enough of that in his old school, and he didn't like it any better here, either. He quickly ran his hand through his curly hair, moving to the back of it and scratching the back of his head. "No offense, but I find watching two people just beating the heck out of each other -just- to do it pretty boring." He stated simply, looking at where the fellows once laid before looking back at Sylvia. "Sylvia? Nice to meet you. Name's Nicholas Raynor, but you can call me Nick." He stated. His eyes drifted down to her guitar, before smiling. "Nice guitar you got there. I mostly prefer the acoustic type, but bass has its place." He found himself rhyming, almost smirking at his own sillyness. Hell, it wasn't like he could avoid it if he tried.

"... Would you prefer that they make out on the floor, then?" Sylvia winked at Nick. She wasn't neccessarily into man-on-man, but she just wanted to see how he'd react. Nicholas. He introduced himself as. Not exactly the most interesting name, but during capture the flag, she heard that a bitch-face here was named Atticus. What's up with that? "A pleasure to meet you, Raynor. Because I'll be your tour guide." She said with a smirk. Maybe playing around with Nick might not be all that bad. The boy made a comment about her guitar. "Oh this?" She raised it up and presented it to him. He would notice that it was painted black, and had a variety of white stickers on it. "This is the best guitar in the world. You wouldn't all the crazy bullshit I've done with this." One time, I shoved it up a boy's ass! "Acoustic guitars are great and all... but I like this one. Not because it's a bass guitar, because this one here actually has some fucking personality."

Nick leaned back, eventually moving to take off the backpack, which looked a bit heavier than it initially would have, now hanging off of its straps in his hand before being set down, as if something heavier than normal books sat within it. This was all done so he could lean back completely, enjoying relaxing in his seat rather than remaining nervous. After all, one on one talks weren't bad, infact, they were what he preferred.

At least, until the comment about the guys making out. At first, he blushed at the comment, before breaking out into laughter, moving to lean forward. Thats it, that comment got his attention even more-so. Not that he had anything against their kind, but just the thought of those two kissing and making out was more than just hilarious after what he had just seen them do. "I'm sorry, but I don't think those guys could hate each other more, even if you gave them a reason to. Not that I mind the guy who's hair got torn out. Its more the guy who's got to take offense to everything in existence." He stated, before noting that comment. "Well, I appreciate it, but I don't think I'll be venturing out -too- much. Studies and such...and no offense, but I prefer -not- to get into trouble more than I already have set myself up to." He found himself saying somewhat distastefully.

"Ahhhhhh, you don't quite understand. You need a bomb-ass bitch like me, to show a boy like you around. In case you didn't realize, I'm popular as fuck." Sylvia laughed as she said to him. "Either way, you're not getting rid of me that easily. So you better get used to it, kid." She was determined to spread sunshine and happiness to all of Nicholas's adventures! Whether he wanted to or not, Sylvia was going to make a man out of him! A man that passes out in Denny's parking lots with several needles shoved into his ass. Sylvia didn't respond to what he said about Jake and Abe - Because fuck that ancient history. She didn't care about them anymore.

"And...hrm. Really? It -is- a very nice bass. To me though, I like subtle things in music. The things you don't really notice. But it certainly does look like one of the most amazing guitars I've ever seen. I bet you put some real love in how you play it." He stated.

Before he was completely thrown off by what she had said, finding himself having to recount it. Oh dear...oh dear, oh dear. "No offense, Sylvia, but I mean it in the most honest way, that popularity has done no one good except people who are looking to sell a product. And right now, I'm not intending to buy right now. However, we can definitely have lunch sometime or hang out. But no offense, I don't plan to live the "popular" way, if you get my drift." He stated blatantly. He was one of those guys who wasn't swayed by the girl who obviously wants to tease and perhaps even do some rather distasteful things to him. Mostly because he's seen the kind of bitches popular girls can be, and beyond that, he's seen what happens to most popular kids. It wasn't something that he wasn't used to hearing about and seeing in media.

Sylvia started giggling like a maniac. This boy must be so uptight. Probably homeschooled and lived a life of momma telling him the perversion and evils of the world. Nothing made her laugh harder. "Maybe you should learn what I'm selling first..." She said in a sultry tone. Sylvia didn't have the hots for this guy (What am I even supposed to get the hots for?), but once again, just wanted to see what he'd say in response. "A little popularity never hurt anyone. All you'd have to do is be seen with me, and everyone would know that you're worthy of my presence. Like... right now. Everyone watching is getting that idea righ now!"

The future rests in the hands of those who can fend for themselves and hold things of substance, not to those who want to spend all they have in a shot of some expensive drug. Ugh. Either way, Nicholas found her whole prospect over what she was selling a typical tease. Some girls liked it, some guys responded, and he had in the past. And despite the fact that a light blush quickly took form on his cheeks, he found himself frowning, ignoring the speel about being popular. Still not interested."...What kind of powers do you have, anyways?"

"Powers, huh?" Sylvia asked with a raised eyebrow. She honestly found the subject of powers as quite stale. When you're here for multiple years, kids come and go, and you'd see the strangest and most powerful abilties out there. "Sound Manipulation, homie. If it has something to do with sound, I can fuck with it." She snapped her fingers, and made Nick's voice very high pitched. To comical levels. He would sound like Micky Mouse. She hated using the same trick twice, but at least he wasn't around to see it the first time. "Ob-serve!"

Again, the young man was interested. Sound manipulation? As she snapped her fingers, he didn't speak at first, waiting for something. He then began to speak. "Power? I do-waaait a sec, is that -my- voice?" He asked, noting the high pitched voice that clearly wasn't his own, before beginning to laugh loudly. "That's absolutely hilarious! I wish I could do that to myself, just to laugh. Aaah. Man. That was good." He found himself finishing up with a pleasant sigh. "My power...is a bit unique. I don't have a real name for it, but its mostly...well, its this." He stated, before snapping his fingers. Instantly, a small, but incredibly bright small flame took hold on his right thumb, glowing a bright white color. "This flame doesn't really usually burn, so it might seem useless, but it can actually heal people, and better yet...well, it makes you feel good. Its...kind of hard to explain, but it makes you feel stronger than you did before. If you want to see what I mean, feel free to touch it."

"Cooooooool..." Sylvia said with feigned interest. Oh, boy. This guy can spout fire from his dick! She definitely hasn't seen that one before. She rolled her eyes. Well, the super-human scene was one big lottery, and it turns out that Sylvia won it. Though, she figured she could screw with him a bit. Healing flames or not, she had been presented with materials. "... Oh, goody. I don't have to worry about getting burned with we do it..." It was more blatant, but what the hell. He looked like he had enough brain to figure out what's going on here, and that was enough for Sylvia to stop beating around the bush!

And with that, Nick was done. He had even offered her a chance to feel his power in action, but nope. All she cared about was either teasing him or sexually offering herself to him, depending on which was the case. And with that, he was done. "I don't think we'll ever do it, to be very frank. I'm sorry, but I'm just not interested in someone more interested whats in my pants than a genuine friendship." He stated very frankly, standing up and taking ahold of his backpack and slipping it back onto his back, where it belonged. He then moved to walk towards the door. "Take care, no hard feelings." He found himself finishing before walking through the door, speed-walking his way towards the exit of the building. It seemed the only way he might escape her is maybe by getting somewhere she can't interact. Maybe finding Adam wasn't such a horrible idea...

"Waaaaaaaait, come back!" Sylvia immediately got up off the chair, and followed after him. With a hand extended. She didn't brighten his day yet! She couldn't let him get away. "Let me change your mind by seranading you!" She took in a deep breath, and changed her voice to mimic Micheal Jackson's (At his best). She raised the volume of her voice so that everyone could hear her sing badly, "... I wanna rock with you! All night! Dance you into day! Sunlight! We're gonna rock the night away!"

Academy 218 Character Files

Name: Nicholas Philip Raynor
Nickname/Alias/Etc: “Bible Boy” “Nick”
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Height: 5'6 feet
Weight: 140
Status: New Student

Appearance

Hair Color: Dark Brown, almost Black
Eye Color: Blue with hints of Green
Ethnicity: Caucasian- Polish, Native American, and French are in his blood, with a light trace of Jewish.
Physical Appearance: Nicholas is fairly average in general in terms of appearance, although he does remarkably look like the kind of guy that would be pushed around in school. He has pale white skin with some darker hues of tan around his arms and hands, possibly due to his Native American traits. His hair is curly and wild, and sometimes a mess for him to deal with, to the point where he has to keep it short for the most part, except his bangs, which he allows to curl downward, whereas the rest of his hair is kept to form a roundish-flat shape. In terms of muscularity, there's nothing remarkable here, being despite not weak, he does not regularly work out, and prefers to keep his weight down by eating properly, and because of this, his arms are fairly smooth. His head is diamond-shaped, with a short nose and shaved facial hair, giving him a clean face. His ears are fairly large and pronounced, but they do not dip, instead being curved and smooth versus sharp. His complexion holds a few moles and freckles on his cheeks, but for the most part, he looks fairly clean. His eyes are large and somewhat beady, with dark Blue eyes with hints of green hues on the edges. His jaw-line is somewhat sharp, but for the most part, it blends with his cheeks fairly well, but his chin is quite sharp, jutting out blockily quite a bit from his mostly healthy-looking face.

Attire: Most of Nicholas' attire is mostly casual, ranging from blue jeans with a light t-shirt underneath a hoodie, to khaki shorts with a button up shirt, some times baggy, sometimes tight, it just depends on the occasion. He -does- have a few suits at his disposal, though, if ever needed. He usually totes around a backpack to keep his things in, notably.

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality: Nicholas is somewhat a strange, yet kind and noble fellow, but not because he dislikes talking to people. For the most part, he doesn't really fit well into being the center of attention, finding it uncomfortable or strange due to his lack of experience, and so often will prefer one on one conversations with people rather than conversing with a group. However, that's not to say he's incapable, but it is surely his preference to -not- take on the pressures. Despite this, he does enjoy conversing to people and making a joke here and there, but not all the time, more-so discussing topics of interest as well as philosophical or social concepts. Because of this, he can come off as older than he actually is. Inwardly, Nicholas is a silently but desperately frustrated with people picking on him and calling his faith stupid, but often unsure of how to even begin to liberate himself of these insults, and as such, often distracts himself with other hobbies. Because of this, he can sometimes find himself stricken with fear of being shot down or made fun of because of his faith, and sometimes studies in private out of fear, though he has ways to temper that fear. Despite this, if someone inquires, he will happily share his faith, and he is quite open to sharing his feelings if the person he's talking to is gentle enough that he has faith that they won't betray his weakness. But beyond all this, deep inside of his hidden thoughts, a silent sense of right and wrong reigns, and because of that, his mind has a rather moral sense to it. Because of this, if he -does- see something wrong going on, in his mind, he knows its wrong, so he keeps from doing it, but out of fear, he keeps from interfering most of the time, due to inner fear, unless it involves bullying another student. This doesn't ignore his natural emotions, though, there are times that he will feel wronged by those who he trusts, or just cut out of a group for being different. If that is the case, he will often pull inward and distant from others for a short time.

Hobbies/Interests: Unsurprisingly, Nicholas is largely a Christian, and his interests involve studying the Bible and the character studies of the characters from said book. At the same time, however, he does enjoy looking at art, cooking, and video games, especially.
Skills/Talents: Nicholas is a wiz kid at playing video games, and is usually capable of finishing them in record time, not that he makes a habit out of it. Furthermore, despite not having an extreme interest in it, he is quite good at playing the acoustic guitar, even doing so at times where he would feel depressed in the past. He also has a small amount of mixed martial arts training he garnered in his free time for the sake of self defense.
Prized Possession: His Holy Bible, unsurprisingly. He keeps it hidden in his backpack usually.
Quote(s): “Em, hey, are you guys sure about this?”

History/Bio: Nicholas was brought up in a middle-class family that were mostly well-to-do due to his father being busy with his flooring business. Because of this, in his younger years, he was home-schooled by his mother, who was a deeply spiritual Christian and imprinted on Nicholas a great deal of his beliefs, being taught, alongside his younger and older sisters, everything implied by the Bible. Because he was home-schooled, he spent a great deal of his time alone, playing video games and just being a normal, average kid. However, his sisters were often harsher to him than his mother as, being the middle child and the only son, his mother defended him when the two of them would argue with him, and as a result, they began to pick on him and insult him. This strengthened in frequency as he got older, and around ten, he became notably lonely. Because of this, his mother enlisted him in a public school rather than home-school him, seeing it as a proper opportunity for him to make some friends. It was anything but. Being home-schooled and believing everything he had been told as a young boy, he found himself in situations where he was beaten up and picked on because he refused to shut up or back down. This resulted in him becoming much more reserved in presenting his beliefs, keeping silent more. But the beatings didn't stop, and he was often criticized for often interfering with activities that he considered wrong, especially involving bullying other students. Despite this, he gained a steady, small group around him for the students he did defend, and he found himself not -quite- as lonely, and because of this, he found himself motivated to stand up for more students against local bullying. It seemed things had changed for the better.

That was before something happened. At fourteen years of age, Nicholas was doing his typical routine. Reading his Bible in the corner of the lunch room, keeping to himself. Then a group settled beside him, staring at him silently. He didn't look at them, being too caught up in the book...too caught up to notice one of them reaching for it. It wasn't long before it was stripped from his hands, and quickly passed to another of the students, before the students dragged Nicholas outside. It was then Nicholas recognized this group. They were the typical jock folk, looking a bit older than the kids he was used to seeing around this time. Probably sixteen, seventeen years old. Moments later, they were out behind the school, no one else was around, as it wasn't recess, after all. It was there that Nicholas saw it, his bible, in the hands of one of the older boys. He pulled out a lighter, and in a sinister smirk, caught it aflame, throwing it to the ground, before walking up to Nicholas and proceeding to beat him brutally. Nicholas anger, which usually was kept silent, burnt angrily. He didn't do -anything- wrong. And that Bible meant a lot to him. He had kept it since he was young, and to him, it was incredibly important, not as just holy scripture, but something...more. A way for him to pull away from the chaos of life. With that, and with his own anger brimming from being beaten so brutally, something changed. White flames took hold of his hands as his anger took on physical form, and despite the searing pain they caused him, they forced those who were holding onto him to let go, before he outright ran towards the fellow who had burnt his bible, slamming his right fist into face and breaking his nose in one simple punch, and downing him in one stroke as the flames soon ceased. His hands were burnt terribly, and he yelled out in pain as he fell onto the ground, his hands having turned a charcoal brown color. The other students watched in awe, some fearful of dealing with a boy who could conjure flame so quickly and violently. In the back of his mind, the young Nicholas wished he had never gotten so angry, and hadn't hurt himself so badly. That his hands didn't hurt so damn much. And then the flames raged again...but this time, it was different. They were soothing, and within seconds, his hands were painless. Furthermore, he felt something...strange, overtake his mind. He wasn't sad, or angry anymore, or...at least, not as much. He felt...strong. He was able to look at the situation clearly, as if the sting from the personal wound didn't hurt as bad. He looked at the student he had hurt in anger, laying on the ground and holding his nose in pain. He remembered all of the teachings he had been taught, about doing good unto others. To love others as yourself. What kind of hypocrite would he be if he didn't act in the same fashion? And within a second, he reached out, a flicker of a flame reaching out and covering the young man's face, and within seconds, healing the fellow out of guilt for him, though it was with some hesitance.

This became public news quite easily, as by the time this was over, teachers had arrived. Parents argued about having such a dangerous individual at the school, and eventually, Nicholas withdrew from the school, taking on home-schooling and studying of his own volition. A few months later, and a letter came in from Academy 218, offering him schooling there. He hadn't heard about it, but his father told him that it was a prestigious Academy for people just like himself. He quickly stated his confirmation to go.

And now, six months later, he leaves home, and now makes his way to the new school, probably a -little- late in the semester, but he didn't care. He was just happy to be going somewhere he didn't have to be judged so badly. He already had enough of that.

Family:
Mother- Rachel Raynor
Father- Hubert Raynor
Sister- Arietta Raynor
Sister- Relena Raynor

Relationships

Sylvia Bertoose | Neutral | Teaser | “She's nice on one hand, and at least somewhat interesting to talk to, but on the other hand, she's constantly teasing me about getting in my pants. I don't have interest in that.”

Adam Blackmore | Respect | School Teacher Ninja | “I swear, the guy appears whenever I'm not looking, for the most part. Its almost like he knows how to catch me off guard. However, he is quite reasonable when it comes down to it, so I have nothing but respect for him.”

Aislin Rose | Good | Acquaintance | “It's nice to have someone thankful for what I can do, even if it honestly feels really small to me. She's pretty sweet and nice, so I may see about talking to her in the future about hanging out.”

Jake and Gabe Valos | Good/Intimidated | Acquaintance | “They seem to care a whole lot about Jaska, which I can respect, especially with Jake. With Gabe, however, I'm...actually kind of intimidated. I'll have to watch what I do around her.”

Henry Olin | Good | Teacher | “The guy was in terrible condition when I met him. I'm glad we worked things out. He seems really nice and sensible, and I think he might end up being one of my favorite teachers.”

Abilities

Power Class: Elemental/Cerebral/Other 5
Power: Flames of Hope - These flames are not true flames, but rather, flames that are manifested from Nicholas' own subconscious, and because of this, though they bear similarities, it is not true fire. Because of this, in its natural state, these flames do not burn. Quite the opposite, actually, for Nicholas can use them to heal those around him. The amount of healing is determined by Nicholas' himself, and beyond that, the flames do more than just heal physically. They also raise the morale level of those who are touched by the flames, causing them to feel braver, stronger, and perhaps give them much less of a chance to be crippled by fear when things go to shit. However, when Nicholas gets exceptionally angry, another state takes hold. The flames become destructive and are extremely hot, even more-so than normal flames, causing him to burn most objects capable of being burned with fire easily. It is notable that because these are not true flames, in its healing form, these flames cannot be put out by water or smothered.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks:

First: Range. Due to how Nicholas power works, it can only be initiated if either he or his flames can reach a person, and Nicholas can only toss them a finite distance, about 10 feet or so.

Second: Excessive Use. Excessively using his healing properties too much in a single sitting can outright begin to damage his own body. Albiet, at a slower rate than his offensive flames would, but prolonged exposure to this over-used state can result in temporary or permanent damage to his hands and to any other part of his body in contact with the flame.

Third: Offensive Flame. Because of how they are influenced by his rage, they know neither friend from foe. In this state, any of his flames that touch himself will burn just as bad as if they touched anything that has incited his anger, leaving him completely vulnerable to let his own anger burn him to ashes if he does not get it under control. Furthermore, if his arms are held during this state, his abilities are -useless-, being he cannot move the flames with his mind alone.

Fourth: Himself. If he cannot hold a high enough confidence when using the morale-based part of the flame on others, it will be ineffectual.

Other: NA(for now)

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Right. I have my character sheet ready. Do I post it on here, or on another thread?

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Posted it in there!

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Em, hi. I don't know if you guys would find it out of hand to have someone relatively new to RPG join, but I'm not new to RPing...and at least, not to the old site. I just wanted to check and see before I threw any ideas out for a character, since it does seem like you've got a lot of players going at it here.

Huzzah! Hello!

Hi guys! I've been around these woods before, but not since the site changed its layout. Em, I'm personally looking for casual and advanced level RPs, preferably something involving charrie development, not too grim, and with some level of fantasy or mystical-stuff. I look forward to RPing here again!