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Post by yuki on Jun 4, 2006 9:37:47 GMT -5
Okay, First I am going to make a list intro. Then I am going to do a regular intro ONLY because I do not have one made for this already. First name: Aonabe Last name: Watashiro Age: 17 Height: 5'9" weight: Unspecified Physical appearance: Long white hair, really pale skin,a bit of muscle. Weakness: Fire Personality: Aonabe tends to keep to herself. She has a split personality and is easily frustrated. Sexuality: Bisexual. Abilities: art of Druid and dark arts. history: Given up at birth by her parents, Aonabe has grown up in a life of hate. The foster parents she was sent to live with were drug addicts and alcoholics. They were abusive, and always managed to find some way to hurt Aonabe. Not able to take anymore pain, the young girl, at only the age of eight, ran away from the foster parents and grew up in a cave embedded in one of the mountain walls. She was only about the age of ten when she discovered she had the powers of the Druids, later that same year she also discovered she had the ability to do any dark arts she pleases. That is how she has been living since she was young. PICTURE: i38.photobucket.com/albums/e129/x_snowfire_x/ecb1575b746ce79b.jpg
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Post by yuki on Jun 4, 2006 9:44:15 GMT -5
SETTING:
A large brown building was built on the outskirts of a small town called Armington. Thick trees surround the building, giving the students a sense of protection from what may lay behind the school. To the left of the school (if you are facing the front doors), there is a large lake, shaded heavily by trees. Few rays of sun show through. To the right is a large court where the students can play Volleyball or Tennis, if they so may choose.
The building is about four stories high, the top two floors are dorms, while the bottom two are for the classes. In the basement of the school is a pool for the swimming team, and for those water-loving students who hate the outdoors. In the next room by the pool is a gym where those select few students may play basketball or dodge-ball, or whatever else.
Also next to the tennis/volleyball court is a baseball and football field,where those boys can show off to the girls, if they choose. Inside the building, the structure is similar to a Victorian style house, only larger. Paintings of past presidents and famous gifted people hang on all the walls,and under them are tables with vases holding flowers. The registration desk is set to the right when you walk in, and there are several flights of stairs and elevators to the left.
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Post by Evoth on Jun 4, 2006 19:56:07 GMT -5
Never really done a Gifted rp but I'm willing to give it a shot. I'll do a list intro too.
First name: Kayin
Last name: Crotona
Age: 18
Height: 6'4"
weight: 210
Physical appearance: Short jet black hair, tanned skin, athletic.
Weakness: electricity
Personality: Opened to people but can be cold at times. Cool and collected.
Sexuality: Hetero.
Abilities: Ice and water.
history: Grew up with normal childhood. His parents but divorced when he was young. Kayin grew up near the oceans of Alaska. It was there that he found his love for the ocean and its icy waters.
Upon a boating accident he discovered his power to control water and the ability to freeze it. When his parents found out about his abilities he was casted out. Kayin was forced to come to the gifted school where he has started a new life.
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Post by yuki on Jun 4, 2006 20:50:06 GMT -5
|ooc: okay, here's my paragraph intro.|
It was the first day of school. Small groups, with a bunch of girls chattering away, were scattered across the campus, which was freshly mowed. People were still arriving, which were filled with many more girls. Blue jays and sparrows flew across the blue and white sky, chirping merrily, and small rodents scurried in the shadows of the Oak trees.
Many different fish caused ripples to explode over the surface of the lake that was placed to the left of the school. More trees were planted a few inches away from the bank, only shadowing the shallow ends of the water. Under one of the trees was a slim figure, whose head full of black hair rested back against the base of the trees, and her eyes were firmly closed.
The figure's legs were outstretched towards the water, and her arms were folded across each other and relaxed gently on her lap. A brown bag rested against the upper part of her right leg. It carried the girl's main stuff. Like make-up, mainly black eyeliner and mascara, a few half-filled pens and two notebooks. One was used for work, such as classwork and homework, while the other was used for doodling, which she usually turned to to do in the middle of the teacher's lessons.
She was a decent drawer, but was better at her powers. She only had two, but treated them like her best friend, apart from the white-and-brown falcon that was perched on a limb above her. It, too, was resting silently,. but was also listening for anyone or anything that may come close.
The power that the girl was best at was the ways of the druid ( in the Celtic religion, the word Druid denotes the priestly class in ancient Celtic societies which existed through much of Western Europe north of the Alps and in the British Isles. Druidic practices were part of the culture of all the tribal peoples called Keltoi and Galatai by Greeks and Celtae and Galli by Romans, which evolved into modern English "Celtic" and "Gaulish".). Everytime she has a spare moment, she's always practicing it, to become better. Her second power she was decent at. The power of the Dark Arts, meaning she could summon any thing or creature she desired, conceal herself or anyone else, conjure up potions, and alot more.
The girl was awoken by a rustling noise coming from a shrub nearby. She blinked a few times, clearing away any sleep or whatnot. She looked towards the green shrub, waiting for what was in it to come out. She raised her almost pale hands, ready to attack if it tried to attack her first. A small rat scurried from the small branches. The girl rolled her hazy brown eyes, then fried it. She whistled and her feathery friend swooped down to eat it.
The girl stood up and brushed the dirt particles from her clothing and stretched slightly. She picked up her back and slung it over her shoulder. Aonabe, which happened to be the girl's name, leaned against the tree and gazed around the campus which was still filling up with students.
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Post by Evoth on Jun 4, 2006 23:23:00 GMT -5
A young male walked down the paved pathway to his school. His emerald eyes darting back and forth between the his female peers. Occasionally flashing a smile or waving to them. A cool breeze blew through the campus as he pushed his jet black hair from his eyes.
A female student called out to him, "Hi Kayin." He smiled and waved to her.
That's right, the student was known as Kayin, Kayin Crotona. He was known on the campus for the ability to control water and ice. Kayin enjoyed the his power, it seemed to make his personality. Cool, calm, and collect. But in moments can strike out with anger.
Kayin threw his black backpack over his shoulder and continued along the path. His destination was deviated when the lake came to view. He was always drawn to water but he had to resist. The warning bell would ring soon.
"Gah!" he exasperated. Kayin's nature had gotten the better of him. He ran to the lake's edge and threw his backpack aside. A calming sensation seemed to over take him as he dipped his fingers into the cool waters. "Beautiful." he said quietly.
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Post by yuki on Jun 5, 2006 9:36:10 GMT -5
Aonabe's hair flew up in her face as a gust of wind blew from the rushing of the boy. She let out a small snort and turned to look at him. Pleasant sight for her, he was bent over the water's edge. Aonabe rolled her eyes and turned back towards the school.
The bell had started ringing, and all the students started filing into the school. Aonabe grabbed her backpack that she had placed back on the ground, placed a white towel on her shoulder for her feathery friend, and walked inside. She hated school, but at least this school understood what she was like, as they all had similar things.
Aonabe looked down at her schedule,noticing that she had English 3 first period. "English.. Great." she muttered to herself and turned down the third corridor, the English and Math hall. She folded back up her schedule and stuck it in her capri pocket. She entered the classroom, which was already full, and moved toward a seat in the back. Most of the preppy girls preferred the front, in which the other girls liked the back, away from the teacher.
Aonabe pulled out her two notebooks from her backpack, along with her pens, and threw it on the floor beside her. She flipped open her sketchbook and picked up the only pencil she had and began doodling randomly, waiting for the day to begin.
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Post by Evoth on Jun 5, 2006 14:37:53 GMT -5
As Kayin ran his fingers through the water he watched it slowly turn into ice crystals. It relaxed his mind and body. He simply forgot about the world around him. That is until the ring of the school's bell shattered it.
"Crud!" he exclaimed. Kayin grabbed his backpack and darted for the door. He ran down the tiled halls of the school. Each footstep echoing off the empty halls. "What my class?" He said looking at each sign. He ran by the math room, the teacher was about to start his lecture.
He pulled out a crumbled up piece of paper and glanced over it while trying to avoid running into the hall monitors. At the back of his mind he could hear the bell ringing. Without any thought he burst into his English room and fell flat on his face. The students started laugh at him.
The teacher rolled her eyes, "Late as usual Kayin. Perfect way to start the year." Kayin put his hand to his head, "Son of a -" His teacher cut him off, "Don't use that kind of language in my classroom young man!" He didn't utter another word.
Kayin stood up and wiped the dirt off of his blue tank-top and grabbed his bag. He couldn't believe he had done it again. But then again, when he enters into his tranquil world it can be expected. An empty sit sat near the back of the classroom. Kayin sighed and took it.
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Post by Malice In Wonderland on Jun 5, 2006 22:55:15 GMT -5
OOC:
Might I join? mesa do list intro too....then regular....
But..regualr tomarrow..cause me gotta go.....XD me tree....
First name: Crimson
Middle name: Patrick
Last name: Maxwell
Age: 17
Height: 6'0"
weight: 120
Physical appearance: Long black hair with a red streak in it she has 5 pirceing..one in her right eye brow and two ear pricing in each ear. In the lower piercing she wears a black stud in the upper a Cross.
Weakness: Spiders, Anything with eight legs
Personality: To most people she seems mean but when you get to know her shes very nice, though she has her 'look-at-me-wrong-and-die' moments. She is very Religious and is an Irish Catholic.
Sexuality: Unspecified
Abilities: To make shadows take on any form and shadow-y stuffys and fire
History: When she was born her mother died from child birth and she was sent to England to be with her Aunt. They soon after moved back to Ireland and she loves it. Her aunt spoiled her sick. When she found out she had the ability to morph shadows and control fire she took advantage of that and made her aunt's last days fill with wonderful memories of talking shadow and dancing flames. When her aunt died as well her husband took her to the states to find a gifted boarding school and left her there. He had never been fond of her and wanted to do that ever since her ability was shown but her aunt wouldn't let him. Now she is stuck at a boarding school.
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Post by fantasyluver on Jun 6, 2006 2:45:27 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry I don't have a list intro first, bleh not to good at them but the information should all be in there.))
Isabell was cursing herself. "Late, already your first day to a new school and you manage to be late.'' Now she wasn't the type to talk to herself often but when she was frustrated she would. She sighed as the school was finally in sight. "Here we go." She told herself. Keeping a half decent pace to the school. She didn't look to be anything special.
Just like any other teenager. She wore a pair of blue denim jeans. A black T-Shirt with some random solgan popular for these days on it. She had a pair of tennis shoes on. So she didn't look to be anything adnormal, but that wasn't the case. Just like the other students at this school she was a gifted teenager.
She had just turn 17 years old and still needed help with her 'gift' as people called it. She was an empath, and had control over weather. Well if you could call it controll she wasn't too good at it yet, and the worst part about it all? When she was upset she would sometimes be using her power with out notticing, and the wind would pick up. So this mixed with being an empath, meaning she could feel others emotions, wasn't a good combination at times, thus why she needed to be here.
"Almost there.'' She told herself as she enterd the big doors. She knew she was late and she had too look at her schedule to see what class she had. '' History. '' The paper said. She sighed. "O fun.'' She looked at the hall where her class was supposed to be and sighed walking in. She took a seat closest to the door as she got some nice stares for being late including from the teacher and just tryed to ignore everything. 'Why could't I have got something usefull like being able to turn invisable.' She thought to herself. Her first day at her new school, and not to mention her new 'home' and she was doing just great.
She started to play with her hair out of habbit. Occaisonally twirling a lock of her dark brown hair around her finger. The curl would go back to being straight as that was how it was naturally and it wouldn't look like she did a thing to it. Once the stares had died down she took a moment to let her brown eyes search the room. Looking at students, the teacher even the littlest things like how many desks and where the clock was at in the room.
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Post by yuki on Jun 6, 2006 14:34:30 GMT -5
Aonabe looked at the boy who had sat in a seat near her. She watched him for a few moments, taking in his pyshical appearence,then she returned to her sketch. It was a playground. There was a swingset, and a slide, and in the middle was a merry-go-round.
As a child, when she had ran away from her foster parents, she found shelter in the park several blocks from their home. She had always sat on the merry-go-round, as most kids avoided it. She made it her favorite place to be. She dazed out for a few minutes, her pencil just easing along the lines of the merry-go-round.
When the teacher started the lesson, Aonabe came back to earth. She let out a sigh and placed her pencil down, looking up at the teacher. English was one of her best subjects, apart from her gifts. She liked writing in the class, like the poem assignments the teacher gives randomly.
Aonabe placed the towel on her shoulder and her feathery friend flew to it. It closed its wings to keep from hitting Aonabe, and dozed off, waiting for first period to be over.
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Post by ward on Jun 6, 2006 16:58:01 GMT -5
First Name: Frankie Last Name: Ward Age: 17 Height: 6' Weight: 160 lbs. Physical Appearance: Short, blonde hair with orange tips. (When she's not changing it) Weakness: Fire Personality: Intelligent, but laid back. And very sarcastic. Sexuality: Lesbian Abilities: Physical appearance changes when she wants it to, electrical compatability. History: Nothing as dark as most. When she was 4, she discovered that she could attach herself to anything electrical and can use that to her liking. She discovered this by sticking her finger in a socket. She never actually used her ability until she was 9. Until then, it had all been to play pranks and stuff. She always knew she could change her appearance, and that got her into alot of trouble.
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Post by yuki on Jun 6, 2006 17:04:30 GMT -5
|ooc: yes, you can join.|
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Post by Evoth on Jun 6, 2006 17:09:14 GMT -5
Boredom had already begun to set in. Kayin despised being at school. The only real thing of interest were the girls, the pool, and the lake. He sat there touching his tender forehead. "Ow, I shouldn't of ran into the class like that." Kayin poked the small bump and winced.
Clinching his fist he used his ability. A small ice cube materalised on his palm. Kayin looked around and made sure no one was looking before placing it to his head. The chill rushed over his body. It reminded him of his home. The icy waters and chilly breezes that blew while out on the ocean fishing.
As sudden breeze hit him and Kayin turned to see Aonabe's falcon fly in. He was surprised to see such a creature here. But then again, he didn't know Aonabe. As he was about to say 'hi' but the teacher snapped at him. Kayin grumbled silently.
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Post by yuki on Jun 6, 2006 17:14:41 GMT -5
Aonabe grunted at the teacher. She hated this teacher, but loved the class he taught. Aonabe glanced back at the boy, seeing an icecube in his hand,and pressed to his forehead, she turned her attention back to the front of the class. She brushed her hair back out of her face.
The patted the falcon lightly on the head before handing him a small rodent that she had caught earlier the day. She was saving it for now, knowing he was bound to go hungry soon. The teacher started explaining something that was totally useless to them at this point in time. He started rambling, causing many of the students to do something else..
Right along with them, Aonabe flipped back open her sketchbook and started in on the merry-go-round that she started earlier. Once she had finished shading them in, she started in on a small figure,curled up almost into a ball, leaning against one of the bar's on the merry-go-round.
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Post by ward on Jun 6, 2006 17:21:25 GMT -5
Frankie sauntered into the classroom, looking as if she didn't even know she was late. Picking an empty seat near the back, she had no bags, but a small tape recorder. She attached a cord from it into her arm, and sat back to relax. She could listen to the lecture later on, without even having to get the tape recorder out. It was all recording in her head. She watched the rest of her classmates. She couldn't even remember what class she was in. Bored, she began copying their appearances.
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