The door had slowly opened, with a female face slowly, shyly tilting past the door only the slightest bit as she peered inside. Her skin was a pale blue, suddenly going darker blue around her eyes, which contrasted sharply with her brown eyes. Her hair was smooth, silky, also pure black, and was parted to the sides in a she-bob style, which gently curved around her face, though a few strands dangled in front of her talisman. Wait, talisman? Yes. The most noticable thing about her, was the yellow talisman (with multiple red chinese symbols) that was hanging off her forehead, dangling down in front of her face. Thankfully, it was in between her eyes, so her vision wasn't impared. She tilted her head left and right around the room, then slowly opened the door fully, standing behind it and taking a deep breath, holding her suitcase in front of her protectively.
She was wearing the traditional outfit, entirely blue, but Kyle could notice black pants that exceeded the skirt, stopping at her knees. This was a difference for the outfit--there had to have been a reason.
She slowly started hopping her way into the room, the skirt flaring up with each downwards fall from her hop. Kyle would have arched an eyebrow at this. Ah, that would explain why. She didn't want to flash her panties with every hop. So why didn't she just walk?
She looked incredibly out of place...amazingly nervous, but soon looked over at Kyle, flashing an embarrassed grin over at him. He could see that she had pointed fangs, much like he did.
"U-um...hi...I'm, uh...the new girl. But, uh...I'm sure you could have guessed that." She tilted her head to the side, blinking at him curiously. "...My name's Xiu Juan Jiang Li Lian Shu Feng! It's a pleasure to meet you, new roomie! What's your name?"
This is what he got for being honest with his parents. Shipped off to Paragon to train his powers. For gods sake, hed been fighting crime since he was thirteen when his powers developed, before his parents had even a clue! He did not want to be here, he knew what he was doing, but his parents absolutely insisted that he was too reckless. Too reckless! Hed like to see them stare down an evil genius and an army of killer robots, fight ancient monsters from the depths of the earth, or battle radioactive thugs! He didnt need some old fart to tell him how his powers worked, he could do it fine! Hed been trained, after all! Well, the training had been cut short when his mentors were both killed the first week, but still
Well, he couldnt entirely blame his parents, he supposed. Politics had had a hand in this too, somewhere. Hed been getting tips from a military organization called STUDS for a while, and theyd made the deal with his family to send him here. That proceeded to make him angrier, why would they think he wasnt good enough when hed been doing missions for them for three years!?
Billyboy just shrugged and clicked on his mp3 player, turning on an angry song to fit his mood. These clothes were totally lame, he wanted to wear his costume if he was gonna have to do this, but noooooo. He was being forced to work with amateurs! Nobody else from the Caper Brigade had been forced to come!
He found his room after a little pointless wondering he made look like a perfectly normal stroll. One side of the room was already decorated, but he didnt even bother to examine his room mates stuff. He just plopped down on his bed and began unloading his things, throwing them to the floor, in the closet, under the bed, and on his bedside table, then proceeded to take a portable game system out of his pocket and begin playing, not even bothering to organize it. If his roomy complained, hed set them straight!
(OOC: This sounds like itll be a ton of fun, Blarg! Cant wait to see where it goes!
For anyones info, Billyboy is an invulnerability/energy melee tanker. Hes strong and tough, but a bit of an idiot when it comes to fighting right. Hes basically a free energy generator, but he can wear down if he tosses too much around, which tends to happen when he uses his flashy fighting style he call Raz Mataz. Think of the power unstoppable, he can take a lot of damage and dish it out, but all the sudden hell found himself worn out.)
((OOC- Hey, thanks for coming. I knew that there were some people that wanted a super-teen RP, so I decided to start one! Just to let ya guys know, it is winter, there is snow starting to fall, and for some strange reason, thunder as well. Hopefully, we can get this as popular as Paragon University. Hopefully. But anyway, just have fun! And remember, ya need to make a teacher. Just list the specifics for him/her/it and then everybody can use it.))
"Xiu-er-shwa-umm... right, I'll just call you Xiu if ya don't mind. My name's Kyle Vladeski. My friends call my Fangs." He lowered his head and his eyes. "Or they used to." he clenched his clawed hands. "Until the damn Rikti. We lived in Kings Row. We were all pals. But the Rikti had to come, didn't they? They wiped every single one of my friends out. Then my Mom-" He stopped short. He didn't even know why he'd started saying that. Why had he? "But yeah, call my Kyle, Fangs, that damnable Vampire, I don't care. Your bed is over there." he said pointing obviously to the bed. It seemed as if he was trying to change the subject. "All your books are in that little cabinet, the remote is on top of the TV, the bathroom has all the 'hair care' products in it, and in case of an emergency, there is an automatic under every bed." Xiu thought he was kidding, but the deadly serious expression he held was not one to kid about. "Anyway, I'll be stuck here all day. The rules say that when we get roomies, we gotta give 'em a tour of the school. Whenever you're done, just tell me. I'll be taking a nap till then." He closed his eyes and went deathly still. He was hardly even breathing.
Xiu Juan tilted her head to the side, frowning a slight bit as he changed the subject. She sat on the bed, however, not trying to press him back to continue what he was saying, and listening intently. She was just about to proclaim "sheh-sheh" to him, which was thank you in her native tongue, but he instantly collapsed and then fell to sleep. She bit her tongue, holding her words...she didn't want to wake him up and irritate him first thing. Lord knows there's nothing worse than a roomie that hates your guts.
She sighed and shook her head, lifting up her briefcase over to her lap, opening it up and starting to move the possessions she had inside it around to the table next to her bed. Among them were a few books (entirely in chinese, but the diagrams on the cover showed pictures of two people kicking the hell out of each other), a cell phone, an MP3 player, a wooden flute, a wrench, plyers, needlenose plyers, plenty of clothes, a laptop (with a mouse), a Nerf N-Strike Maverick (complete with numerous, numerous darts), several replacement talismans (each with the same symbols as the one she currently had on), and an english translation of "The Book of Five Rings". But after she placed them all up and put them away, as well as other things that were not listed, she stared down at the very bottom of her briefcase.
Down, at the very, very bottom, was a small package, almost obsessively wrapped up in cloth, bubble-wrap, tissue paper, and what-else-have-you-got-for-me-Johnny. With a slight smile on her face, she reached down and picked up the package, slowly lifting it up and putting it on the table just next to the bed--carefully, almost as if the entire thing was made out of shatter-with-a-single-touch china. When it was fully unwrapped...a small, handheld, dark-oak box could be seen, with plenty of carvings on the lid of chinese symbols and figures. She smiled sadly as she opened up the lid, and was greeted with a mirror, which showed her own reflection...and started playing a hauntingly beautiful melody.
Xiu Juan sighed, flopping back onto her bed, stretching out as she stared up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes, smiling fornlorly as she just listened to the song play.
She was here now. She was moved in. She just hoped the song didn't wake up Kyle. Actually, she didn't want to wake up Kyle, either. She knew how irritating it was to have a nap disturbed. Maybe she'd just let him sleep for now.
Kyle's eyes snapped open at the music. He gently got off the bed like he was almost like he was floating. He slowly turned his head to the box, listening to it intently. He took off his beanie and cocked his pointed ears, all the better to hear it. When it was over, his mouth was slightly agape and it seemed he was in a trance. All of a sudden, he snapped out of it. His red eyes refocused themselves, his mouth closed, and he breathed regularly. "Well, that was a nice nap. It felt like I slept for hours!" he was trying to be friendly. The only person in the entire school who actually liked him was the principal. He yawned and said, "Well, we better get going. Like I said, I gotta show you everything so you won't be lost tomorrow when school starts." he yawned once more and put the grey beanie back on his head. "Come on, it's starting to get dark." Not that Kyle actually cared. He preffered the dark. All Vampires did. Of course the whole 'sunlight burns Vampires' thing was a myth. As was garlic hurting them, and a stake to the heart would kill them. Except fopr the stake pert. In fact, a stake to the heart could kill anybody. Kyle walked to the door and held it open for Xiu.
Xiu Juan whirled her head to the side, blinking at his sudden awakening, but then grinned and rolled off the bed, landing onto her feet and standing up, snapping the musicbox shut, the music suddenly coming to a halt. She picked it up and pocketed it into her skirt, along with two talismans, and started hopping out the open door, grinning widely--as if she just got a Christmas present. She stopped just outside the door, peering to the left and right nervously.
"Sheh-sheh...wow, it's been a while since I last went to a real school...this is all so foreign to me."
((Xiu Juan is a linguist, so she occasionally has a habit to slip into her native mandarin Chinese, or (more rarely) French or German. If you need translations, just let me know))
Kyle sighed hopefully. He hated being a Vampire. Heck, this is the very first time anyone in this school talked to him without being forced into doing so. Maybe this girl would be different from the rest... He inturrupted his own thoughts. Shouldn't get his hopes up. "Well, come on. As you can see, this is obviously the dorms. Over there is cafateria." he said, pointing to a large building with doors on all sides. He motioned to go towards it. As they walked, he said, "The cafateria is open for Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. It's even opened in the middle of the night! But watch out for the cook, her bark is even worse than her food!" he felt a bit uncomfortable talking like this. It had been years since he had a real friend. He didn't want to screw it up now, just when things were going well. "You wanna go in, or do you want to go ahead and see the rest of the grounds first?" he asked inquiringly.
She had crossed her arms, staring over at the cafeteria door. The look on her face had suddenly turned gravely serious, as if this was a matter of life-or-death importance to her. She turned over to him, nodding solemnly. "Let's go inside. There's several things I always need to make sure of whenever I'm at or near an eatery. Otherwise, things can become...very unpleasant for me, and nobody ever has any knowledge of it until it's too late."
Kyle raised an eyebrow. "Strange... that's pretty much how I am too. You know, raw steak every day. Gotta get those fluids." He chuckled nervously. He opened the door for her, and they weent inside. As they went indside, a blast of noise and smell hit them. There were students everywhere. Kyle frowned. "It looks like some people have decided to have an early dinner." And he was right. Every manner of food was being cooked. The strange combination of smells was soothing, calming; contrasting like black on white with the number of sounds and voices. "You wanna get something to eat? It's getting late, and you won't like to see me when I haven't drank my blood. It gets--as you said--unpleasent."
((Oh, the flooding powers of two RPers on board at the same time))
Xiu Juan clutched her chest with one hand, her eyes closed tightly, suddenly starting to take slow, deliberate, paceful breaths. It may have been soothing and calming for some people, but the mass amount of food and people eating food made four particular scents prominent, and they pounded Xiu Juan with an overwhelming sense of nausea and sickness--as evidence, her blue face was tinged with a soft hint of green, proving the ill effect the mass wave of scents was having on her. Her stomach growled, obviously upset just by the four scents that she was breathing in, and she swayed back and forth slowly. Her voice was slurred heavily, pausing in between words to try and muster up enough strength to speak them. "G-go right...a...ahead. J-just...point me in the...direction of the bathroom...a...a-and where you'll...b-be...and I'll...be with you...i-in...a bit."
Kyle raised an eyebrow yet again. "To the left, down the hall, second door on the right." He watched as she quickly scuttled over in the directions he specified. "Well, I better be getting something to eat." His kind demeanor that was with Xiu left as quickly as it came. His face became emotionless, his back slumped a bit. He literally faded into the crowd, almost as if he wasn't there. Just another student. Nobody special. He went to the line to get himself some food. "Lets see. Steak, burger, pork chops, lamb chops, and... hmm... haggis. Never tried it. Why do it tomorrow when it can be done today?" He got what he ordered and recieved his daily raw steak as an after-meal desert. He walked slowly over to a table close to the bathrooms, so that Xiu could see him fairly easily.
((OOC- Come on, please make a teacher. We still need about five more!))
((Heads up Billyboy! Here comes PerkyGoth! ;-p ))
Susan Mayer watched the cab speed off. Really, she hadn't been that bad of a fare. It wasn't her fault that the upholstery had been punctured by her thorns. If he hadn't managed to hit every single speed bump, she might not have been so uncontrolled. Susan shrugged, and started the walk up the garden path towards the Administration Office.
"Can I help you?" The older woman behind the desk looked up at Susan with a smile. Her nameplate said "Mrs. Bachelor."
"Yeah...I've just transferred in. Susan Mayer." Susan handed over a packet that contained her transcript and course list from her last school, along with her immunization records and emergency contact information. She had promised to call her parents at least once a week. They were a little worried about her, but they had their hands full with her older sister and younger brother. Having a science experiment living at home was a bit much.
"Welcome to Golden Eagle High, Susan. You're assigned to room #6108. Here's a map of the campus, and the schedule for your classes. You'll start tomorrow. Your roommate has already arrived. He's a bit older than you, so if there are any problems, let me know and I'll reassign you."
"He?" Susan raised an eyebrow. "I have to live with a boy?"
Mrs. Bachelor laughed. "We believe in teamwork here. We've extended that to our rooming situation. It's worked out so far." She smiled. "You'll be fine dear. Now go drop your stuff off and hurry back to the cafeteria for dinner. You'll have plenty of time to explore the campus afterward."
Susan hoisted her duffel bag back on her shoulder, and picked up the map. After a moment of studying it, she headed off in the direction of her new home.
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Only a few wrong turns later, Susan punched the "up" button for the elevator in the dorm. There was no way she was lugging her junk up 6 flights of stairs. No Sir. When the elevator finally spit her out on the sixth floor, Susan was beyond irritated. It might have been easier to take the stairs after all. Faster anyway.
Dragging her duffel bag behind her, she headed down the hall. Locating #6108, she took a deep breath and put her key in the lock. The door opened immediately, and she blinked at the chaos that greeted her.
"E-gad! What's with the flowers?" Susan stared at the unoccupied side of the room. It had been decorated for a ... girly girl. Flowers, hearts, and ugh. Sprites. Pictures of little flying people. "This won't do at all. We'll have to repaint." She addressed her last sentence to the boy in the room playing a portable game.
Susan threw her duffel bag onto her bed, and looked at herself in the mirror. Long orange pigtails, check. Bright shining blue eyes, check. Blue button-down shirt with minimal rips, check. Tartan short skirt, check. Leg warmers and Mary Janes, check. Yup, she was ready to face the cafeteria.
Walking over to her roommate, she stared at him for a moment. "I'm Susan. Want to go get food?"
((OOC: Okay, so Susan's got grav/thorn powers - the dominator set from CoV. But she's not a villain. Yet. So treat her as a hybrid grav controller/spines scrapper. I'll develop it more as we go along. Also, decided to make a support staff character, rather than a teacher. Hope that's okay. Greetings!))
Writing: Cape Fic
Featured Art: MechaTerp & CorporateRock, by Shia
Music: DJ Pyrria
((Ms. Warren. Somewhat old, but the only evidence of this is her graying hair. Others have remarked that she has the looks of a 20-ish supermodel. Because of this, her age is almost impossible to guess--and it has made her the target of several pickup attempts, from both other teachers and students alike, which she always shoots down with a friendly joke. As a geography teacher, she uses her powers of light manipulation and control to form makeshift holograms in order to create accurate (and very flashy) maps. She's friendly and very humorous, and often gets the title of "children's favorite teacher". What the children DON'T like, however, is how she often flashes light right smack into their eyes if they're dozing off in class, ignoring lessons, or harrassing other students))
Xiu Juan slammed the women's bathroom door shut behind her, hopping her way erratically over to the sink...she was leaning against the wall, her breath becoming harder and harder to maintain. Soon, however, she managed to muster enough strength to stand in front of the sink, wetting her hands and wiping her face off (doing her best, of course, to keep her talisman dry). She looked up at the mirror with a still-dripping face, her skin having gone from it's natural light-navy-blue to a sickening seaweed green. Instinctively, her hands reached into her pocket, pulling out her music box and opening it up. She stared down at the little mirror as the music continued it's playing from where it left off last time, and felt her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. She felt that she was on the verge of vomiting all of her organs up now, and her body felt like it was on fire. She struggled to keep her eyelids open, but couldn't even manage it for more than a second. Silently, wordlessly, multiple discolored fluids spurted out of her mouth, spattering around the sink, and Xiu Juan slumped down, hitting her head on it and cracking the substance from which the sink was made, flopping down on the ground and staying still. The musicbox lay onto her stomach...still open...still playing it's song, though the bathroom's muffling meant that only those already inside it could hear, or only those near the door outside could hear.
Chris " Cool Mint " Coffey sauntered down the 6th floor hallway. The sixth floor was reserved for the new kids, those having less then one year at Golden Eagle High. Chris wasn't new to his powers or this highschool. He had been in room 6108 when he first started here four years ago. Now he was captain of the football, wrestling, and baseball teams. Not bad for a guy without enhnaced reflexes or superstrength. Sure he wasn't the best on the teams but his presence commanded authority and his jock good looks made all the girls flock to him. Not to mention when Chris spoke almost everyone listened to his melodic voice, he had been told angels gave him his body and gods gave him his voice. That would make his attitude and playfulness property of the devil. Yes, he did have a temper but it wasnt red hot it is minty cool.
Chris first came here four years ago after an accident in which Chris froze his entire water bed into a solild block of ice. It would't of been to bad except that ice is a tad heavier then water and his bed crashed through the first floor roof. His parents not knowing what to do with thier super powered son called an old army buddy and within two months he was enrolled in Golden Eagle high. The first year was the toughest for him being away from his firends and family and occasionally freezing a teacher solid. Yes, he knew the principal on a first name basis, had a seat reserved with his name on it in the detention room, and just created general havoc where ever he went. After 3 years though Chris had cooled down a lot. Through proper training and enouragement had become one of the best students.
He walked up to the door of room #6108 and suprisingly the door was already open and two new kids were conversing. Chris cleared his throat hoping to get thier attention, whether he got it or not he didn't care.
" Yo, this is my room, the freak boy has to go, but you can stay", he said as he winked at the ragity ann look alike.
OOC: Cool mint Ice Ice blaster.......6' 00" White hair blue/green eyes, athletic build with very big shoulders and lats, has normal color skin but when he uses his powers his skin turns a blueish green color, also he emits a mint flavored smell all the time.
"Freak boy?!" Billyboy growled as he flipped off the game and threw it to the side, standing up his full height and a little more as he lifted slightly off the ground to look imposing. He wasn't about to get walked over on the first day of school, no way, he'd never be able to show his face if he just turned tail and ran. "Listen up, buddy, I've got this room marked on my schedule card, so either you're half retarded or just a stupid [censored]! I'm not leaving, I'm already unpacked, so just walk away with your tail between your legs before I have to get rough with ya!"
His lanky figure became several times more frightening as his eyes suddenly seemed to set aflame, radiating a hot white energy. He slammed his fist into his palm and his hands lit up as well, looking like small circular storms of whirling energy. That should be enough to scare the guy off. He hoped.
Chris had seen it all, or what he thought was it all. This new student had took offense to being called freak boy. What more it looked like this new kid would be great on the football team, they needed a new water boy. Chris looked this new kid in the eye, man this kid thought he was tough.
"Ok, I'm sorry for calling you a freak, pyscho.", Chris said with a smirk of satisfaction. "Thing is, I'm the floor resident so no matter what it says on yer stupid card, I make the rules, and the rule is clean up yer mess and get out of my room, pyscho." Chris then proceeded to encase the new students feet in ice as best as he could. "This should cool you down. Oh and by the way my name is is Chris " Cool Mint " Coffey, and here is your new schedule card. You don't need a new one Raggity Ann you can stay here if you want." Chris then leaned against the wall wondering what was next.
(OOC.....Alright billy boy ball is your court lol)
((Pyrria, I was at first disappointed when I saw your intro, as I thought you'd beaten me to the punch with a goth character. Well, you did, but that's okay! Not only is Susan a terrific character, you made me think outside the darkwave box for a change!))
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The tidy older woman glanced up as she entered, and if she did a double-take, it sure didn't show on the surface.
"Prob'ly sees all kinds," the girl mused as she smiled a performer's smile that never reached beneath the surface. That surface was nearly pure white, with sharply-contrasting deep red, clownlike markings around her eyes. It would have clashed horribly with her somewhat somber school uniform, but for the diamond-patterned, garishly parti-colored tights worn beneath the prim skirt. Gesture of defiance or desperate clinging to her past, she wasn't sure. What the heck...they were warm.
"It's not makeup," she blurted, answering a question that hadn't been asked. "The masks do this...we look the same underneath..."
"Cassiopeia Parnell," The blunt statement of her name was politely stated, but cut off what might have been a ramble before it could really begin. "We've been expecting you. I understand about the...tatooing, for lack of a better word, that the mask left you with. I also trust your weapon was left in the secure locker?"
Her sword. She felt utterly naked, utterly ungrounded without it. Her smallsword - only the uninformed called it a "rapier" - was a part of her, an extension of her own body, of her will. She had been training, every day, with that very weapon since she was ten years old. Since she had stopped being just a little rugrat nuisance, climbing on tentropes and pestering the Strongmen. Now it was locked awy. Locked!
"Yeah..."
"All right, dear," the woman's manner softened at just the right moment, nipping a sulk in the bud. "Go ahead and put your things in room 6110, and report back here when you're done. Principal Williams would like to talk to you. There's no getting around the fact that there are going to be some adjustments for..."
"For a Carnie?"
"For someone rescued from the Carnival of Shadows." The emphasis was unmistakeable. "Stow your things, Cassiopeia. And welcome...we're glad you're here."
For a moment, she struggled against herself, wanting to scream at the woman, to tell her that she was a Carnie, always would be a Carnie. That she was a Harlequin Fencer, at 16 years old the youngest ever in that troupe. That she had already begun learning the strictly disciplined mental techniques that led towards becoming a Ring Mistress. But something in the woman's manner stopped her, something genuinely welcoming, something infinitely patient with teenage angst. It reminded her of her ever-patient foster mom. Dammit.
"Casey," she smiled. "Call me Casey..."
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"...Raggity Ann you can stay here if you want."
Oh-oh. Casey instantly sensed the potential conflict playing out across the hall from her room. The tone of voice, the body language...all things she had been trained almost from birth to recognize. Things just might get real interesting in a big hurry...and her weaponless. Great. Just great...
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((Yep...Casey is a kid "liberated" from the dread Carnival of Shadows, a trained Harlequin Fencer and still darned proud of it. She resents being taken from her "home," for all that she's a decent kid at heart and always had misgivings about many of the things her beloved Carnival was doing. She doesn't want to be here, but the alternative is the Juvenile Corrections Wing of the Zig...and she knows it.))
"And in this moment, I will not run.
It is my place to stand.
We few shall carry hope
Within our bloodied hands."
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Chris then proceeded to encase the new student's feet in ice as best as he could. "This should cool you down. Oh and by the way my name is is Chris " Cool Mint " Coffey, and here is your new schedule card. You don't need a new one Raggity Ann you can stay here if you want."
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Susan laughed. "You two are too much! Quit posturing and let's work this out as gentlemen...adults...nevermind." She snatched Billyboy's original schedule card and compared it to her own. "Yup, right room on both." She looked at Chris. "We could make it into a triple, I suppose. My parents will have a heart attack when they hear this."
Turning, Susan ran her hand over the wall near her bed. "I hate this wallpaper anyway. Should we knock it out? Then we'd have space for three." What am I doing? she wondered. Why should I stay here with these two psychos? She snickered quietly. 'Cause it'll be fun....
Writing: Cape Fic
Featured Art: MechaTerp & CorporateRock, by Shia
Music: DJ Pyrria
((Dollhouse - I like your thinking! Oh, the fun they could have together...the torment they could inflict...the poor poor boys. Heh. Welcome aboard!))
Writing: Cape Fic
Featured Art: MechaTerp & CorporateRock, by Shia
Music: DJ Pyrria
((OOC- Ok, a few might have read on the Paragon University RP about me starting this. For those who don't know, this is following the same lines as Paragon University. (As in, no real story line, we just make it up as we go along.) With and added twist. Istead of most not knowing their classmates and teachers are superheroes, that's ALL that this school is. It is a school for young heroes and heroines, helping train the next "Statesman" or "Sister Psyche" of tomorrow.
) There is one bathroom that includes a shower, two beds, a TV, and a small fridge (like one of the hotel fridges, but a tad bit bigger) in every dorm room. There is also a trunk at the foot of each bed, a personal little cabinet and chest of drawers for each student (for storage purposes).
)) The boy was 17. He had lived on the streets until the principal noticed his 'extraordinary' powers. So, Mr. Williams took him in, fed him, clothed him, showed him how to use his powers. But most importantly, gave Kyle meaning. He had just been a kid on the streets before. Now, he lived in Golden Eagle High, Paragon's one and only school for young supers. Kyle walked along, his hair black and going down his neck. He really didn't care wht it looked like. He was wearing a deep grey beanie and his eyes were white with red pupils, no iris seen. He sighed, if anybody was there they would have noticed long fangs in the front of his mouth; the rest of his teeth pointed and sharp. His clothes were the same as all of the students, a bland uniform with khaki pants. He opened his hand to wipe off a snowflake that had fallen on his suit. It appeared as if his fingers ended in claws. ((Think the monstrous option from CoV,))
This is a high school. The students should sct like teens, not adults, unless that is approved by me. If you want to make it so, PM me or just ask here.
The students live here. They get dorms and everything else needed for living. Every student has a room mate, so next poster get's to be mine. (Good luck.
The student in question cannot bring weaponry into the school, unless it is what drives or controls their powers. During class, you must wear the school uniform. (unless you can't Ex: you are a robot/cyborg, your power comes from whatever you typically wear, or taking off your armor/whatever can make you leak radiation, become very weak, die, etc.) The uniform is a blue or black dress shirt and khackie pants for guys, and a blue or black dress shirt for girls with a uniform skirt. (Think an Anime uniform look.) Hats, berets, necklaces, and anything needed to channel powers are allowed. No sun glasses unless you need them, and any complaints with the outfit are to go to the president. (good luck with that as well)
When you join, you may make a student, (preferable) or a teacher. (If youmake a teacher, you may only make one. Once it is made, it is expected for any player who wishes to use them be able to. The whole goal of this is for the students, not the teachers.) Every teacher besides the few I will mention later on have super powers and are either currently super heroes, or retired super heroes. No exceptions unless you PM me the reason.
While making a young hero, note that amost anything is allowed. No villain types, but when you see my student, you'll know what I mean.
All that's left is to describe the teachers (not including your own) and the principal.
Principal Williams: This man is tall, very muscle-bound, and very old. Most of the teachers will call him 'sir' or those more chummy with him, 'Eagle.' (Short for Golden Eagle, his hero name from the days of yester year.) He speaks with a very slight British accent. (Temporarily lived in Britain and eventually just got used to the sound of it.) He typically wears a tan suit and tie. with a gold button that is shaped like an eagle on his chest. (Every student wears this as well.) What little hair he has is a whitish grey, and he sports a large mustache. His eyes are a strange gold color. He is very strict, but will go easy if he knows exactly why the student got into trouble, and he knows the student could not help but do it. (Ex: radiation leaks, accidental use of powers, transformation into a hidious beast, etc. This is a school for the super powered after all.) His powers are Flight, Enrg/Enrg Blaster, and MA/SR Scrapper. (Yes, I do know that is two ATs.)
Mr. Simmons: Mr Simmons does not have any powers. He never has, he probably never will. His features are bland, boring, slow. He almost always wears a blue vest and tan dress shirt with matching pants. Pretty much everybody (including other teachers) thinks he's boring. He teaches math. (After all, the students still have to do their studies.)
Ms. Maurice: Ms. Maurice is a librarian. Her powers are super speed. (And acording to the students, eyes aon the back of her head.) She can spot a trouble maker from a mile away, whether a mugger, an evil mage, or simply a mischevious student.
Mr. Wolfe: Mr. Wolfe is PE teacher. He's tough, he's mean, he enjoys yelling. He used to be a SS/EA Brute until he turned into a hero. He wears his costume pretty much all the time. Skintight armor that is attached to his skin all over his body, cargo pants, combat boots, tied sweatband, and a thin strip of a mask. His permanent armor is grey, his cargo pants are black, he has a brown leathure belt with equipment, and his mask is black as well. As customary with all of the students and teachers, he wears the golden button proudly. He is almost viscious while dealing with his students. He is a pretty important part of the RP cause he is the one that usually trains the students in the use of their powers.
Mrs. Wolfe: This is the loving wife of Mr. Wolfe. She teaches history, super history and non. Most of the students love her, for she is kind and helpful. Her powers are very strange for a history teacher, (even a super powered one) she is a 'Peacebringer.' Really, she does not have any Kheldian merged with her, but the Peacebringer was the closest thing to what she was. She has all the powers of the Kheld, but cannot transform. Most of her classes focus on super-powered history. Ex: the mages of ancient times, the people who called themselves 'gods,' The Rikti War, Brass Monday, etc.
Ms. Snar'kyzmo: SHe is an alien. No helpful powers, unless you include Super-Grumpiness and Super-Agravating. Will send students to detention at a slight whim. Has blue skin, green hair, and purple eyes. Not a person ya want to mess with.
The rest of the teachers are up to you.
Note: Please follow the rules above. You can make rather rude or annoying students if ya want, have them mess up school property, whatever. But remember, the princaple will punish you, probably send you to detention, or even expel you. (Which means you'll have to stay in your dorm and on school grounds, and you won't have use of your powers. Detention means you'll be placed in a white room with nothing there. There are hidden machinery inside the walls preventing your powers to work.) One last thing, although there are school uniforms, students are allowed to ware pretty much anything they want when not in school. Ex: after school, during weekends, holidays, etc.
Okay, so we've gone over all the rules and teachers already in. Remember, the teachers are allowed to be used by anybody. If you make a teacher, any player that joins the RP is allowed to use him/her/it.
Please don't hate me for this. I just wanted to make a 'Sky High' type thing... except actually good. This is the very first RP I've really ever made without help or persuasion, so I hope ya enjoy!)) Let the RPing begin!
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Kyle was walking on dusty path, going towards his dorm. There was supposed to be a new student here. He was hoping that it wouldn't be his room mate. ((Of course, we all know otherwise, don't we?
The clouds that were currently covering Paragon City rumbled with thunder. That's strange. he thought. Snow storms never have thunder... But of course, pretty much everything in this city is strange. Just look at Kyle. He was a Vampire. Kyle snarled at the thought. Curse his father. Vampires weren't exactly loved in this city. For instance, today when Kyle's blood lust hadn't been quenched in a few days, ((he usually only needs it every few days)) he had gone onb a rampage, totally unable to stop himself. He had nearly killed a student, but hadn't bit her. Principle Williams had her transported to the nurse, and the student had been healed almost immidiately. They had Kyle strapped down to a chair, the chains hardly holding him. Once he had sucked the blood from half a dozen raw steaks, he regained his control and had collapsed to the floor. Mr. Williams let him off easy, because he knew how Kyle could not have controlled himself. But he got sent to his dorm to the rest of his days to calm down and meditate a bit. Even Mr. Wolfe had been a bit easy on him. But only a bit.
Kyle had finally gotten to his door, #6734. He opened his door and took a deep breath. He really had to ask the cafateria ladies to always give him a raw steak. He didn't want to be permanently expelled. Or worse. Go to the Zig. He shuddered. No. Never. He plopped down an his bed, face first, ready to take a nap. He closed his eyes when-- *knock* *knock* He groaned. He knew exactly who it would be. He had no friends, and the teachers said they wouldn't call on him unless absolutely necisary. It had to be the new kid. "Come in." he said in a low, almost musical, tired voice.
((OOC- So there we go. The next person who posts is my room mate. I don't know when the next time I'll post, I actually have scool myself to do. Just come on in and have fun! Oh, and make a teacher. We need about 5-8 more. But a different subject please.))