My character:

Name: Valent waers

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Ability: (main ability) telekinectic, can move things with his mind but he can also move the cellular structure of animals, plants and..... humans. (sub ability) Can manipulate people and place nightmares nd fake memories in peoples minds.

Appearance: Dark black hair, cropped to the left and the left side has white highlights. tall, midly tanned, slim and toned... usually wears dark clothes but usually its black jeans with a white shirt plus shoes/trainers.

Background: Parents were murdered by him at three but he doesn't know this and i don't think he ever will. He was adopted by an elderly couple but then they passed away and now Valent is at Genetics.....

"hey" Valent said with mild interest.
"Xander, if you need any help then feel free to ask".
Valent casually used his abilities to float around his notebooks which as usual he did because he loved to show off and believed that he had one of the strongest abilities.
"I'm free after abilities, stupid head got me lifting plates....again" Valent was usually pissed off that he couldn't manipulate the cellular structure but apprently he couldn't control his abilities.
"give me a shout later, cya "
Before Valent left he couldn't help but play around so he decided to lift rawl a few feet off the ground. As he saw the shock in his eyes he couldn't help but laugh......

((when i write my post can i say things like the shock on his face))

Rawl watched as Valent, still chuckling to himself, left the room. He hated it when people were cocky with their abilities.
Xander gave Rawl a knowing look and then it was their turn to laugh.
In the course of being picked up by Valent, Rawl's books had all dropped to the ground. Now Xander helped Rawl pick them up and they left the class room together.

"As I was saying," Xander smiled at Rawl, "I do need a little bit of help. Guy help."
Rawl knew what Xander meant. Xander was completely open about the fact that he was gay and, most, people accepted him for it. Rawl was one of these people.
"Sure what exactly is your problem."
Xander explained that his boy friend had dumped him the previous night. After Rawl had given his "I'm so sorry" statements, Xander explained how Rawl could help.
"I need to make him jealous," Xander looked hesitantly at Rawl for any signs of unacceptance.
"I think I can do that."

((Sorry about being cocky with my powers and i have no idea how i can continue this but could i have another completly diffeant scene with just me and the headteacher or something... like in abilities))

Name: Casey Summers
Gender: male
Age: 17
Ability: Pyro Kenisis and mind reading
Appearance: Blonde hair with fire red highlights. Orange eyes, and a tanned ripped body. Always wears clothes that show off his sexy body. Very prepy wadrobe.
Background: Casey discovered his powers a few days before he started school. He accidently burnt his own house down when he was playing in his room. He fell and screamed sending fire out everywhere. \Hhe walked out untouched as if the fire never touched him. His parents weren’t so lucky. He is now determined to destroy the bad guy pop.
Perspective: 3rd Person

Post edited by: FlammerBoy36, at: 2007/11/25 16:49<br /><br />Post edited by: FlammerBoy36, at: 2007/11/26 08:56

*choosing a setting is so harsh Xp...*

Name : Vincent Val' Gure (Vul-Gore-Ä) {(a.k.a Raziel.)}

Age: 17

Appearance: He is tall and stands to be approximately 6 feet. He wears slender silver glasses coated in a thick black gunmetal, giving off an onyx shine. His long black hair is pulled back in a pony-tail yet he lets two long strands seem that fall in front of each eye. The strands of hair are tipped a deep crimson. The glasses seem to darken his demeanor, though he is pale from the lack of sunlight and life itself. As for clothing, he chooses nothing special yet wishes to look sophisticated. He feels obliged to after years of clubbing with the mortals whom all look alike.

He wears a lot of dress shirts and clean fit black or blue jeans. It also seems that for some unknown reason, he has an obsession with wrist ornaments and trinkets that some would consider &quot;fashion do not(s)&quot;. He wears a thick black cross that rests on his neck and is clearly visible for he keeps his button ups open from the third button, up. The sleeves on his shirts are always rolled up allowing the lower portion of his arms to be seen freely, thought most cannot find it under the assortment of bands and cuffs. He also recently purchased a pair of full black leather gloves. He enjoys wearing them for reasons later deciphered and mostly, for his protection.

His jeans are always open at the knee though he wears a full leg stocking on both legs. Some wonder why he would do such a thing knowing that they would not be able to see his knee caps under the (most preferably) burgundy socks. He finishes his outfit off with traditional black flat Vans.


Personality: He is a complete opposite of the way his clothing portrays him. He is, if it would be possible to place a being's full personal composure into one sentence, an ass. He chooses to point out others flaws and imperfections. Some believe it was from the way he was raised but he assures them that it surely is not that and that they should mind their own business.

On the inside he believes he is innocent and unknowing of love or true understanding in another being. He knows not if these statements are true or if they are accusations he himself makes whose intentions are purely to anger and enrage him. Due to this, he is almost always angry or in a bad mood. He wants to cleanse himself of it yet he has yet to see someone who will help him allow himself to open up to his inner child.

Due to his past which will soon be unfolded, he has an extreme hatred for mankind and all those involved with the mortal population. He despises mutants as well. Some say he is ornery when it comes to his heritage but they are unknowing yet he does not admit to it nor does he deny if you were to ask him.

perspective : 3rd person

Vincent stood back against one of the cold endless walls of the corridor. He watched the two before him interacted, quite clumsily he must admit. No grace at all. Vincent looked down his nose to these people for he had been wanting such pointless friendship his entire life. He was yet to have it.

&quot;You'll both be late if you don't hurry.&quot; He took this time to but in. As Vincent removed his foot from the wall and placed it gently on the concrete below, his bangles clicked a little, giving away the whereabouts of their spectator. &quot;I suggest you hur...,&quot; the bell hand rung before he had finished his sentence.


{(did i go alittle too far with the explanation? oh btw...he calls others without powers mortals... so there's no confusion, but im used to doing vampire roleplays so im trying to adjust Xp.)}<br /><br />Post edited by: Isao, at: 2007/11/24 23:30

Valent really couldn't be asked to go to abilities and throw plates around, he needed a challenge, otherwise he would have to find it elsewhere...

There it was.

&quot;Vincent, are you coming to abilities, I get so bored throwing plates around, i can already lift the dual building&quot;
Of course it took a lot of energy and he could barely do it but Valent would never admit that...
&quot;What do you say ?&quot; Valent stood there eager for an answer....

((By the way, i am Xander2, i made a 'proper' account))

&quot;Well, what are you thinking?&quot; I asked.
Rawl appeared to be pausing for thought, eventually he smiled and said; &quot;Well, we have our abilities for a reason don't we?&quot;


My powers weren't great, other than possibly persuading him into doing something silly, I couldn't do much on my own. This was the reason I asked Rawl's help in the first place.

Suddenly, the doorknob behind us started to rotate. It was my ex retrieving his remaining items from our, used to be, room.


((Hint: Someone please introduce ex))<br /><br />Post edited by: Arctic, at: 2007/11/25 03:06

Xander suddenly looked flustered.
&quot;Quick hide Rawl!&quot; he was, thought Rawl, actually scared.
Rawl quickly ran and hid in a hall closet.

While waiting for Xander's ex to leave he surveyed his surroundings. The closet was perfectly kept! Rawl expected this was the product of having two, gay, boys sharing the same room.
Rawl shared his dorm with two other guys. One was a form shifter, named Silas, who seemed to lack the ability to tidy after himself. The other had the ability to fly (Rawl had always been jealous of this) and his name was Zach. Zach made peculiar messes, that is all his messes were on the ceiling. He didn't do it on purpose. It was actually while he was dreaming: he'd dream that he was flying and wake up with his body pressed to the ceiling (making strange shadowy stains that no one could really explain).

&quot;You've got what you needed, now can you please just leave?&quot; Xander was sounding frustrated towards his surprise guest.
&quot;You're fucked up Xander. Chill a bit sometimes?&quot; Rawl heard the door slam shut and as if on cue he tumbled out of the closet. Unfortunately on his way out he'd knocked some of the tidy piles to the ground.
&quot;Oops! Sorry,&quot; Rawl noticed that Xander looked a bit under the weather. So he did what felt natural; he embraced Xander.
&quot;Don't worry, I'm not letting go until you're alright.&quot;

((Aww that made me feel warm and fuzzy))<br /><br />Post edited by: Sxcriley, at: 2007/11/25 14:15

Casey fixed his hair in the bathroom. He was super nervous for his first day of school. He had just discovered his power a few days earlier. He could control, and throw fire. And if it touched him it didn't even burn him. He walked out into the hall way hoping someone would be his friend. He would smile at people that passed him. They probably thought he was super stupid.

&quot;Whats up?&quot;

He would say as people passed.

Post edited by: FlammerBoy36, at: 2007/11/25 16:43<br /><br />Post edited by: FlammerBoy36, at: 2007/11/25 16:51