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Aug 16, 2018 09:12AM

682117
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Aug 16, 2018 09:12AM

682117 May I request for the Psychology Classroom and an Archery Range?
Aug 16, 2018 09:03AM

682117 Apartment for Julien Bellamy please
Aug 16, 2018 08:54AM

682117 ((Again, I do apologize for any misconception on my responses that may have been taken out of context. I love your group and I want all my charries to do well. If I feel too much needs to be flipped then my idea must be scrapped. I'm just slowly starting to understand the full plot and theme, but I promise I will try to come across more cordial.))
Aug 16, 2018 08:50AM

682117 ((It's understandable I've been there for me it's work, work, work, and then roleplay))

Cethin rolled his eyes at Margo unable to see what her problem really was at present, "Look, we got off on the wrong foot. I apologized and you still act like holding a grudge against me is going to fix the problem. I come here to clear my thoughts and others just make it difficult. Since when did Chess Club become so popular to those of dramatic attributes?" He knew very well just how dramatic he was being just by speaking of dramatic people in his horrible way of conveying his thoughts to others. Cethin was not the people person and he could tell that Margo was becoming more and more agitated, "Look, I'm used to getting what I want so when I want a friend I usually get one, or someone buys me one." He was referring to his parents buying people off to make Cethin appear approachable. "If you have your mind set on hating me go ahead, but at least let me know before you start so I know to hate you back." He moved his rook up and knocked her pawn off the board.
Aug 16, 2018 08:39AM

682117 ((How do you mean passive aggressive I promise if I had a problem you would be aware hahaha. First time I ever heard that, but I have been told people don't know how to take me at first so perhaps in small doses lol. Thanks for being honest with me ^_^ I swear if passive aggressive is what you are getting I'll shorten my own personality to fix the problem. I try not to talk to people on here too much anymore because of personality problems that are only perceived rather than fact. In the words of the Animals, "Oh Lord please don't let me be misunderstood." ))
Aug 16, 2018 06:59AM

682117 ((Hey "Outsider" or Whales...Whatever, I hate if this is coming off as rude, but I'd really like to roleplay with Cethin so I can develop my character more. If you wouldn't mind, I don't mind roleplaying him with you and I get you got a life just like the rest of us. I just really would enjoy it if we could get back on track :( pweeez))
Aug 16, 2018 06:40AM

682117 5 ♦♥Adonis Darryl Nirandrax, Dragon, Entirely Against Defacto/ Brigmore/ Shade/ Pushing to pursue a Teaching degree/Pansexual
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Aug 16, 2018 05:40AM

682117 Zayn moved toward Ava as they were dismissed for only seconds before having to fight this crazy teacher of theirs. "Sorry, I just...I've been feeling weird recently and I don't feel balanced." He tried to explain how he felt about a week ago when his world became upside down. "It's just like my powers are running wild. I don't know what I can and cannot do anymore." He felt his face blushing again and glared toward their dog-breathed instructor. He even gestured for a few kids to come their way. "The key to fighting a guy like this isn't in the defeat, because I promise we will be defeated....It's just we need to keep more flashes as a distraction. Who is good at that?" Zayn continued looking around, before pointing at Ava, "You can move around from place to place if you do that why not try to keep his focus on you while we fight, okay?" He was trying hard to take lead of the group, but it seemed almost natural for him to do so. He wasn't very good at following others as it was. Sweat dripped from Zayn's brow and he glanced toward the professor once more. "I am looking to get out of this with minimal damage. If we keep him distracted he will have no choice but to take us out quickly so less pain on our parts." He was trying to be reassuring. He wasn't sure why he even tried to get out of the classroom to begin with or was it he wasn't sure why he didn't go through with leaving. This had t be the worst group effort ever to take place in Addermire history.
Aug 16, 2018 05:30AM

682117
☛ | BIOLOGY | ☚

「01.」 Supernatural
━━━
▾ ⋮ name: Asher Exodus Shamdon
▾ ⋮ species: Incubus
▾ ⋮ power lvl: (5)
▾ ⋮ wealth : 1

「02.」Age
━━━ 19
▾ ⋮ date of birth: October 30
▾ ⋮ place of birth: Syracuse, Portermount
▾ ⋮ influence: Moon
▾ ⋮ year: Graduated
▾ ⋮ house: Elderlock
▾ ⋮ profession: Public Pleasure/Paid Work/Sex Work

「03.」Disposition
━━━
▾ ⋮ personality:
>+positive+<
▻+Optimistic - Ash tries to keep a positive outlook on his dreary life. It almost seems horrible when he is happy at all the wrong times.
>+Attentive - Polite is one way to describe Ash, but also the fact that he can bend himself to the will of others and know just what they need to be satisfied leaves obliging as a better word.
>+Zealous - He is passionate when it comes to his beliefs. He holds a lot of energy for the cause of the Defacto. Not being a member himself he just doesn't know the right people to get in touch with. However, if the mundane were the subject of conversation Ash is the first to put the subject to rest.
>+Realistic - Having suffered after graduation due to his own set-backs Ash has acquired a realist view on the world around him. Mundane will always be beneath the Sparks and war is inevitable.
>+Courageous - Bravery would not be the word to describe Ash because he will not stand for others only himself. His courage comes from youthful bliss...ignorance. He never knows when going too far is truly too far. However, society deems courage as a positive attribute and he will often label himself as such with an air of being dignified.
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<-negative->
<-Faithful - If someone could ever bear being with someone as overbearing as Ash they will find themselves a keeper. He pays attention to details and will often give every bit of his existence to being a faithful lover. Those who may wish to consider him a friend will certainly have a loyal one as long as said friendship does not interfere with any of his other loyalties. He is faithful more to his view point than anything or anyone else.
<-Leery -He may hold courage to face danger, but he is no idiot. Ash is well aware of how the world works and how people seem to think. He will never let his guard down no matter how long he has been doing something or been around someone.
<-Assertive - Confidence is attractive, but forcefulness is not. Asher has been noted to push others into actions they never truly wished to be apart of to begin. He controls the room and the atmosphere always.
<-Vengeful - Consider it a warning, do not cross this Incubus. Asher doesn't play with money or emotions. If someone started playing with his they wouldn't be doing it for much longer.

▾ ⋮ history:
▻Born in Syracuse, to Ashmodai Shamdon (Archdemon) and Asteria Jules (Witch). He was brought up believing that the Primordial Chaotic Evil would one day come into the world and save all those born under the moon. Naturally, this was all a bit of a fairytale for Ash who has never even seen the mundane realm. When Asteria would read stories to her son each night as a child he would hear of the mundane folk who followed the Sparks as their rulers. He heard stories of wars breaking out and the creation of Portermount and many others which would one day shape how he viewed the world around him. His father, Ashmodai was a cruel and wealthy man who did not see too many problems in the world with or without Chaotic Evil. He was a businessman who sought to achieve optimal wealth. However, Asher was his father's only true concern and therefore Ashmodai instilled upon him the values that Chaotic Evil presented the children of the Moon with. The mundane were nothing but worthless livestock to be dominated and shown how to live. Asher never met and probably never thought to meet a mundane. However, he loved his father dearly and felt that whatever the man would speak was to be life laws.
Growing up in a society created to keep another society out and maintain it's own stability was the norm. Asher would face different trials than what the mundane would face in childhood. It never has been the matter of doing mathematics and learning languages like it is for the mundane, for the Shamdon family it was about taking the first steps into succeeding and achieving great goals. "If each Spark wasn't destined to do something great then they would have been born untouched by the Abyss." Asher's father instilled the quote into Asher's mind nearly every single day. He was able to use the quote during the simplest of task such as going to get the newspaper or learning Asher's first ability as a Spark.
Eventually, Asher had to leave the care of his mother and the teachings of his father for Addermire. They lived not far from the school's great wall which Asher could see from his bedroom window. For Asher he was going beyond that wall he went to sleep watching every night since he was a baby. His mind swirled with wonder and amazement. His parents held his hand as they entered the gates and kissed him goodbye. Unfortunately, for Asher this would be the last time he ever saw his parents again. They were going to be completely gone forever after his first day of school.
Asher entered questioning almost immediately before being presented to House Elderlock. He often sent letters to his mother and sometimes his father during his first semester. He was a very inquisitive student who tried signing up for every class offered at the institute his first year. He had to have some help getting started, but it seemed the boy was truly meant for greater things. He made top scores in all his classes and he seemed to always be the study buddy everyone wanted.
It wasn't until his second semester when Asher was given news about his parents disappearance. They felt he was mature enough to handle the news, but the news changed the boy into the man he is today very quickly. The next year he attended the school again unable to fully understand his parents were never coming back he still held hopes that they would be there waiting for him at the end of term. His emotional state reflected in his grades as they began to decline. He spoke with many professionals and even once had a few angels try to shift his emotions empathically to something more positive. He just became a morbid boy with an uneasy smile. Nothing seemed to work for Ash...he knew his parents were never coming back and the world he grew up knowing was just as dull as the mundane world he heard so many childhood tales of. War seemed better than living the life that he was.
It wasn't until his fourth year that he saw a brighter side to life. He met someone...He just started Psychology and was eager to know more about why he felt the way he did after the demise or vanishing of his parents. He wanted to know the problem so he could discover the solution, but he found the solution before the problem. Professor Bellamy, a stud in the eyes of many of his students, no doubt. Ash saw the man who was there to help take all the pain away and just by listening to him talk everything in the world seemed better for some reason. Ash signed up for the course in the next semester as well ready to pursue a dream for psychology...or so he thought. Professor Bellamy was a Cupid which induced tranquil and desirable feelings just by presence. For Asher he was his first crush. The Professor, however, saw something in Asher enough to push the matter. After a study between the two after class hours Asher left Professor Bellamy seeing the world in an entirely different aspect.
By sixth year. Asher became fully aware that he was indeed an Incubus. He had also mastered his aura as well as seduction. At this time his young boy crush on Professor Bellamy had become something of a respect for Bellamy rather than dreaming of him. Asher was to see a counselor for aiding him in which career paths he should be focusing toward. His improved grades and personal outlook showed for an exceeding future, but fate has a cruel way of playing games on the mind. Bellamy had inflicted poor naive Asher with the impression that Asher would one day enter the mundane world as a god. Their private lessons paid off for the growing numbers of the Defacto before they even existed.
By Seventh Year, Asher had no clue what path he was going to take in his life and he seemed to be realistic in the matter that he wasn't destined for greatness.No matter what became of him the world would still go around. He knew the facts and had the knowledge to learn plenty more, but he simply stopped. He took his courses just as any other student. He succeeded and he was to leave the school if he did not choose to pursue a teaching degree. He learned business and he learned that he had no future in it. The same could be stated for both healing and psychology. Asher did not have a place to pursue his dreams in the world. He was going to be one of many forgotten in the ranks of Portermount. He darkened even more after graduating feeling himself to be superior to others yet slumming to the bottom of the food chain.
He spent his father's wealth while going through school and he left penniless and alone. Professor Bellamy spoke of a group who would gladly accept Asher into the ranks, but no word was ever heard of it again. Asher graduated and walked beyond the wall which he dreamed of entering since he was a child. Now he was entering the world which he dreaded from the start. Odd jobs were easy to pick up, but they didn't pay the bills. His family home had to be sold and everything he owned had to be posted in auction. The money was only to pay his debts leaving him with just enough to get by for a week.
He wasted that money on drinking and it eventually led to him making money by sleeping with others. Slowly this became the greatness that his father told him he was destined for. He was to lay with the most elite and make a penny from their time, but that was it. His life in society never amounted to anything more.
Presently, Asher continues his escorting services as well as taking any odd job he can from cleaning homes to taking care of bodies that no one wanted to clean up themselves. His abilities became something of use for the public, but not at all how he had once dreamed. He was the little guy and he was never going to make it big for as long as he remained with no hope and no feeling of remorse for the world around him.
▾ ⋮ lineage:
▻ mother - (sparked) Asteria Jules (Witch)
▻ father - (sparked) Ashmodai Shamdon (Archdemon)
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Aug 15, 2018 08:50AM

682117 4 ♦♠ Asher Exodus Shamdon, Incubus, Future member of Defacto/ Elderlock/ Fully graduated working and living within Syracuse./Moon/ Bisexual
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Aug 15, 2018 06:38AM

682117
| BIOLOGY |


「01.」 Supernatural
━━━
▾ ⋮ name: Julien Demetrius Bellamy
▾ ⋮ species: Eros/Cupid/Amore (Sub-category of Angel)
▾ ⋮ power lvl: 6
▾ ⋮ wealth : 6

「02.」Age
━━━ 137
▾ ⋮ place of birth: 1881, Bordeaux, France
▾ ⋮ influence: Sun
▾ ⋮ class: Psychology
▾ ⋮extra-curricular course: Archery Instructor

「03.」Disposition
━━━
▾ ⋮ personality:
▻+positive+
+Empathetic - As an Eros, Julien feel the emotions of those around him. As a professor to students, he reflects on those emotions he detects from those around him and will often relate to his students a new feeling. Which in general is anyone around him as he likes to keep an even mood in his class room. Manipulating other's emotions for their own well being is what he does.
+Prudent - Julien exercises prudence in every matter he considers to be important which is every matter he considers at all. A careful thinker who holds plenty of wit and common sense, Julien always seems to know best.
+Vivacious - Julien is certainly the lively attractive one. He doesn't allow for much silence to go on around him and he doesn't allow much time to think while he flaunts his personality and his body all over the place. He is happy to intrude on conversations just by feeling the mood out. Being full of energy he is able to relate to the younger generations and somehow still remain sexually appealing.
+Savoir Faire - Where hyperactivity may be good in a classroom, Julien has had years of practicing just what to say at the right time. Being brought up in France love isn't the only thing he knows a thing or two about. He is enthusiastic but once the suits walk-in he holds a bit of finesse about him.
+Adaptable - As previously described, Julien can fit into most situations. He seems to mesh in with every generation from young to old. He holds wisdom from the ages as well as a bit of liveliness that can never die. No situation is too much for him to handle, yet.

>-negative-
-Duality - Julien has been noted to bounce between the positives of two different aspect of himself. This misleads students at times as Julien can reflect the positive and the negative aspects of human emotion as well as thought processing. The lines between what is good and evil seem distinct for Julien, but from another perspective he seems to have no differentiation between what is good and what is evil.
-Deceptive - Don't let the emotional manipulations be your trick. Julien is eloquent giving wan that the tongue is just as dangerous as the sword. He must show off in order to keep everyone's trust and for as long as eyes are on him, no one would ever suspect anything dark coming from such a fun-loving person.
- Prevaricating - A masterful manipulative man with a know how on when to avoid touchy subjects. This leads others to be suspicious of him, but his lighter personality seems to overshadow his darker side.
-Enthusiastic - While normally a good thing, Julien has a way of making it seem uncomfortable. Who gets so hyped for Psychology? It strikes many as off, but he plays the part pretty well.

▾ ⋮ history:
▻ 6 years after the end of the Franco-Prussian war, Pierre Bellamy returned to his home in Bordeaux. There he met a widowed baker's daughter, she was beautiful in every possible way. She was a Vila born in Bulgaria and her mother was a Vila, as well. Liliya Ivet lost her father to the war, but she found love in Pierre who found that no woman would ever come to replace the unnatural beauty he could not turn his gaze from. With her mother's blessing they married and help run the bakery. Five years later the two were expecting. Liliya's mother died the very moment of her son's birth. June 4th, 1881, Pierre sold the bakery and moved his family to the City of Love, Paris. Julien grew up handsome and strong with the nurturing heart of his late grandmother.
Luckily, the family made it for themselves during the Long Depression without too much hardship. Even as economic failure became inevitable for nearly all of Western Civilization this was not a trial faced by the Bellamy family. Liliya worked hard as a baker in Bordeaux, but even harder in Paris. Pierre did odd stock jobs. As the stock market crashed in France he sought the opportunity to buy buildings and land. For some it worked and for others it did not. Pierre bought a great amount of land in his old home of Bordeaux. He spent weeks riding out and working on his new profit. By the time their little son Julien was eleven, Pierre's hard work paid off for his family. The Long Depression was nearly over and the family now was an heir to a vineyard estate in Bordeaux. The luck and wealth of the Bellamy family seemed to astonish so many given their status before and after the Long Depression.
By the age of 15 Julien's family was well in the clear, but not until Julien discovered he was Sparked. Liliya kept from Pierre what she and her mother were and now she was burdened with keeping another lie. Julien was at his boy's school when a fight broke out and he was pushed from the top of the school bell tower. The protrusion of wings which helped him to land before vanishing led to very suspicious parents questioning the ethics of the school which ultimately led to Julien being banned from his studies there. When Pierre questioned him it was quickly diverted by his mother and never spoken of again. Liliya hired a number of tutors to study with Julien within the safe confines of their home, but that would not stop Pierre from discovering what they were.
All of Julien's youth took place during the Belle Époque, the Beautiful Era, and his father sought to making it a beautiful era for him and his mother, Liliya. Unfortunately, Julien was 21 in the year 1902 when both his parents were gruesomely murdered. His abilities remained in check long enough for his father to pay it no mind, but now Julien was alone. He had nothing more to do with his life than join the military. Julien was raised with his mother's stories of old gods and old powers before man. He knew he was a Spark just as his mother always taught him, but now what was he to do with powers he has been suppressing all his life. By the time of the Great War Julien was enlisted as a medic at the age of 33 he was ready to see war one way or another.
It was early August when Julien was sent out against the German army. The French were taking an old province back lost during the Prussian War. Julien saw to tending the wounds of many in need of medical attention, but this was not the life he imagined for himself. The very camp was under siege. Julien was going to die on the first front of battle. Fortunately, Julien was not the only Spark and he wouldn't be the last to carry the weight of mundane sins. Many Fae took up arms or needles rather not being of the fighting sort mostly he met many healers there to aid the mundane.
It was probably the war that changed Julien's outlook on life, but he survived the Great War and he was met by many more battles. Luckily for him he never truly saw the battlefield until the aftermath, but it was hard collecting the injured and dead when being shot at the entire time. The base was supposed to be in a safe spot, but they weren't nearly as safe as they thought. Julien witnessed thousands of injured soldiers crying for help while bombs and cannons all scattered the battlefield. Each soul was looking for a chance to live, but Julien could not save them all and it wouldn't matter anyway because the mundane would always go to war again.
Julien survived many wars as a medic, until someone started checking his credentials and realized by the time of the Vietnam War Julien should have appeared much older than twenty-five. The world was a bad place and it was going to only get worse for the young Frenchman. From nymphs he had met during World War II he acquired the ability to shoot using bow and arrows. It came in handy when Julien had to fight the mundane for his life. By the time the wars for Julien were over he decided fighting was no longer the answer. He fought many years for the world and could not return home. He had his entire estate sold and all of his families money was gone. He was starting from scratch with as few paper trails as possible.
Everyone holds a different opinion about when the Sparks stopped being apart of the Mundane world, but for Julien he had to stop before the turn of the next century. The world was spinning out of control and it seemed everyone was against themselves. Eventually, after staying low long enough the Sparks were invited into Portermount where they would never have to worry over the mundane world ever again...or as recent events have shown otherwise. Julien applied for a position as a teacher at Addermire and was happy to get the job. He wanted to ensure the future generations of Sparks were well informed of the world around them. His years of studies allowed him to understand his own powers over empathy and reading out the room. It seemed perfect for him to get the job as psychology professor. It was no two subjects, but it was a single subject which aided youths in learning where they fit in the world and how they decide where they fit.

Professor Bellamy has remained at Addermire ever since and has little to no care for the ways of the mundane, but he lived with their kind long enough he could tell you exactly what he thought of their kind as a whole and truthfully the thought is gruesome. Julien never has learned much about his own kind or where he would even begin to belong in the world of the Sparks. Such a question never occurred to him again and probably never will. He feels he found his place in the world as a teacher and pushing the next generation to do better, or what his version of better might be. Professor Bellamy has also gained a bit of insight on his own life and as much as he denies it something dark is twisting inside of him. He has gown more prejudice toward the mundane as the years have gone by. He saw the years of war better than most. Julien believe's without a higher order to dictate the mundane they will simply slip back into their times of war once more. The pressure is on as the following week led to events no one really knows much about. Julien hasn't even felt much difference on a personal perspective, but many other's would notate that he has darkened since previous years.

▾ ⋮ lineage:

▻ mother - sparked/Vila (Liliya Ivet)
▻ father - mundane (Pierre Bellamy)

Aug 14, 2018 04:41AM

682117 ((Helloooo? Is this still a thing for us?))
Aug 13, 2018 08:53AM

682117 3 ♦♠ Julien Demetrius Bellamy, Angel-Eros/Cupid, Psychology Professor, Possibly linked to villainous activity within Portermount, Be very suspicious!!!/ Sun/ Pansexual
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Aug 13, 2018 04:24AM

682117 Zayn's form still flickered from solid to storm as if someone were going to open a window and he would quickly blow away. Breathing heavily he pulled his shirt back over his head. The sleeves were cut out of it and the collar quickly became soaked by his sweat. Zayn had taken this course for the second time and was not about to go through what his weaknesses were again. He never even noticed the classroom filling up and people starting up for class. Sarang was no one to test and Zayn knew he should file in with the rest. He was lost to the back of the group while fae would flash sparks or show a cool kick in mid-air. A Siren sang and broke her nail followed by running and crying. Another showed some sort of impressive burning light and so on. He was hopeful that everyone got enough of what he can do and didn't wish for Sarang to say anything to him. His bag was in the corner still and his image slowly became more real as he focused more on what his procedure was before starting class. Zayn's chest rose and collapsed hard still from his vigorous workout. He felt this day was going to be a hard one for him. He had no idea where the moon phase was, but he had noticed that his powers were not in check and he was losing control more and more.

Zayn had given no thought to the previous week's event of an earthquake. Sure it was the first ever recorded earthquake in Portermount, but what did that have to do with anything. He wasn't sure how it effected him, but he did notate the loss of control he once held over his powers. It was as if his natural element was trying to rip him apart to be free. He felt as if something inside of him wanted out. He wanted out of himself and nothing was going to stop it from happening. He felt his soul tearing in two and his body pushing to become shreds. Then reality hit once more. He realized "Sparky" and "Stormboy" were references to him. That was good, he wouldn't have too much he would need to demonstrate. "Sir, sorry to interrupt what I presume was a well rehearsed introduction to the newer students, but wouldn't it be easier to know your weakness before finding your strength?" Stupid, stupid...stupid!!! What was Zayn thinking, trying to get everyone killed by this demonic professor who has seen the best of them fail? He only opened his mouth to make sure he was still in reality and his words weren't leaving his head out his mouth. Oh no, they were leaving his head and running rampant out his arse. Now he just made the wrong decision and he felt it coming. He even held a slight blush over his cheekbones. He was about to be singled out and he knew it. He looked over at the girl referred to as "Squirrel. He hadn't noticed her previously, she must be a year or so below him, but that made no difference he was losing track all over again. He had to get out of the situation. Maybe he could play it off as if he were in the wrong room...No! Sarang has seen his face and wouldn't be so naive to believe something like that..."Bathroom!" Awe man, now it came out...What was he doing? Zayn's eyes were wide his palms as sweaty as his collar and he knew this was his moment of defeat. He had simply self-sabotaged just by opening his mouth. "I mean the.... fourth floor bathrooms are flooded if you wish to inform our janitorial squad?" Oh yeah, way to play it off smooth, dumbass.
Aug 12, 2018 06:17PM

682117 Thank you :)
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Aug 12, 2018 11:57AM

682117 ok
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Aug 12, 2018 11:53AM

682117 you pick I already posted ahahahahah
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Aug 12, 2018 11:51AM

682117 absolutely already posted :)
Aug 12, 2018 11:50AM

682117 Zayn entered the large workout room knowing he wanted to warm up before class started. It was already a late start on his regular routine and he was feeling out of sorts. He had been, ever since everyone got shaken up, over a week ago. He laid his gym bag down in the corner and started to wrap his knuckles with boxing tape. During class hours all clothes were required, but during free periods guys could sweat without their shirts clinging to their skin. He started on the five hundred bag and drew back fist and knees plowing into it with the clash of thunder every time he made contact.
He continued running the thought of a cold Canadian winter biting against his lips until it hurt to speak or even breath. He felt sweat already dripping from his brow and not realizing at all he had taken on the appearance of a swirling humanoid storm. The entire room was filled with wind and lightening. He struck the sand bag with his arm and lightening ricocheted all over the room. He finally settled and calmed down. Human for a bit, but his form continued to flicker. He was breathing heavily and with each of his breaths the air pressure changed in the room. He controlled himself as he continued punching the heavy bags, but he wasn't going to lose focus again.