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~POWER~
Pyrokinesis: the ability to manipulate or produce heat and fire. This allows one to change temperatures, conjure fires, and have an immunity to heat. Type: Elemental
{First Name} Dean
{Middle Name} Mateo
{Last Name} Romano
{Age} 16
[Birthday] July 7
[Zodiac Sign:] Cancer
(view spoiler)
{Birthplace} Boston, Massachusetts
[Birth Time] 3:45 am
{Gender} Male
[Sexuality] Heterosexual (straight)
{Appearance}
(view spoiler)
[Hair] messy/unkempt, brown
[Eyes] hazel-grey
[Height] 5'10
[Weight] 143
[Skintone] medium
[Build] some muscle, but fairly scrawny
{Piercings, Markings, etc} his ears
{Personality}
Dean is your average teenager, with his interests in music, food, and the usual teenage culture. However, he is one of those kids who never talk unless spoken to, and avoid eye contact with even classmates. Dean is awfully shy, sometimes going by a day without having a real conversation with anyone besides the closest friends. He is introverted, keeping everything and anything to himself. It's a sort of defense mechanism, in his irrational fear that something will happen to him. Living with his dyslexia and learning problems has made Dean the target of bullies, having an effect on his sanity and thought process. He sits in the back of classrooms, walks with his head down, and tries to stay out of the way. He never shows his powers, as he hates the attention he fears he'd get.
Living in Boston, with his small group of dance buddies, the real side of Dean had been the regular. The silly side, where he makes lame jokes, teases people, and says random things to make his closest laugh. He was openly friendly, and could feel comfortable with himself. At the Academy, Dean has completely shut himself down with anxiety, with a peculiar, quiet personality. It is most difficult to get through his mental walls, to get him to open up about feelings and such. He fears being left alone to fend for himself, or solitude for the rest of his life.
Dean is overall a harmless creature, sometimes basically nonexistent. Towards his mother, Dean is the sweetest, always helping her out and going the extra mile to make her happy. After all, each other is all they have, with no close relatives on his mother's side, and an empty father's side. Dean tends to stress about what people will think, have a hard time with school, and shelter himself. He is seen as defenseless, allowing others to walk all over him, and obeys those who threaten him. He just wants to fit in again, to be happy and worry free. The labs have left him hateful towards the scientists, as well as very secluded.
{History}
Dean Mateo Romano was a love child. His parents, Allise, a young native Spanish woman and Matthew, a wealthy business man, fell in love at a bar, and were tossed in the whirlwind of a seven month questionable romance. When Matthew found out that his girlfriend was pregnant, he jumped ship and disappeared. No note, no trace. His phone number had changed, leaving Allise no way to contact who she had thought was the love of her life. Allise was left distraught, suicidal, with the child she hadnt even wanted from the beginning. Drugs, alcohol, and even suicide attempts were involved. She had no way to earn money, having been fired only weeks earlier from her job, and she had just come from high school. She was lucky the landlord had been nice, assisting with loans and counseling. Alisse picked herself up after a good cry on the phone with her mother, who had convinced her to keep the child. Dean. The boy was born on a hot July night, in a run down hospital in downtown Boston. She had vowed to take care of her new son to the best of her ability, regardless of what her friends told her.
Between hiring babysitters, finishing up real estate classes, and working three jobs, Allise managed to raise the unstable mutant child. He had acquired a learning disability since birth, and speech as a child had come slow.
School was a major issue for Dean, as he couldn't focus with the addition of ADHD caused by neglect and boredom around the apartment growing up. The two lived together in a crummy apartment in Boston, Massachusetts, for the remainder of Deans childhood, both working together to put food on the table and live another day under a roof. This taught him to be very modest, as well as spiteful towards the topic of fathers. His mother never said a words about Matthew, and pretty soon, Dean couldn't care less.
In school, Dean was enrolled in the special education program, or in other words, the handicapped class. This distinctive separation from his peers at such a tender age caused a rift in between dean and the other kids, who looked at him as some kind of poor freak. Not only did he wear the same clothes repeatedly, but he was retarded. It didnt take long for kids to pick on him, and Dean put up with it for all ten years of schooling. He never told his mother, not wanting to place an added stress on the busy young mother. His mutant abilities were also kept secret, between him and his mother. Nobody else knew.
Somewhere in middle school, Dean had met Evan. Evan had been somewhat quiet, like him, but took the nerve to talk to dean one day, who was sitting alone on a bench for lunch, per usual. The Evan kid persisted in talking to him, even when Dean hardly answered, and the tradition continued for several days. Evan would sit by him at the bench, talk while he silently listened. Eventually, Evan was able to bring Dean from his shell, soon developing the same interests. The two became best friends, and Dean was introduced to Evan's world. The world of dance. It distracted him from his thoughts of being not good enough, or being a complete mutant freak. Dean took a passion to dance, often coming to Evans practice sessions to watch in the mirrored room. He couldn't afford lessons, like Evan, but his buddy had learned to teach him. Over the years, dean had been invited to Evans dance studio, to perform for free due to his natural talent. He was still quiet in school, the same shy dean, but there was a purpose for him now, not just an accident trouble child.
Then, he was taken. It was all a lie, Child Protection Services come to take him away from his mother, who had been reported as unable to take care of him. The parting was brief, they hardly allowed dean to pack before he was escorted to that black car, with the tinted windows. He remembered crying and screaming, refusing to be taken from the one person he loved so much, but the men in black suits locked the doors and prevented the windows from opening. As soon as they were out of view, a needle had been stabbed into his neck, and he was unconscious. He was taken to a top secret facility, where mutants were experimented on, tested for their abilities. Somehow, a year later, the facility had been breached. Him and his fellow cell mate, Scarlett, had been able to escape. The two were on the run for several weeks, before somehow they received their letters upon waking one morning in the alley they hid in.
[Strengths]
+music
+manners
+dance
+creativity
+gentleman
[Weaknesses]
-speaking
-ADHD
-pizza
-crowds
-shy
-school
-dyslexia
[Likes]
*red
*basketball
*his mother
*rap, hip hop
*warm weather
*dance
*sweats
*italian food
*spicy
[Dislikes]
•peanut anything
•cold
•camping
•lying
•argument
•seafood
•jeans
•classes/academics
•winter
~[Relationships]~
Family:
-Mother, Annalise Rose Romano, 34, Real Estate Agent
-Father, unknown
Friends:
None, he is fairly new and hardly speaks to anyone.
Crushes/Love Interest Type:
None. Dean is uncertain and confused about love, just like any other teenage boy.
{Relationship Status} Single
{Other}
(view spoiler)
~POWER~
-Indestructibility (view spoiler)
-Regenerative Cells (view spoiler)
Type:SuperHuman
{First Name} Samuel
{Middle Name} Harper
{Last Name} Reid
{Age} 19
[Birthday] October 3rd
{Birthplace} Cape May, NJ
[Birth Time] 11:10pm
{Gender} Male
[Sexuality] Heterosexual
{Appearance}
(view spoiler)
[Hair] Dark Brown
[Eyes] Blue
[Height] 6' 4
[Weight] 169
[Skintone] Fair
[Build] Lean and Muscular
{Piercings, Markings, etc} None
{Personality}
Samuel is the definition of dark and brooding. Life hasn’t been kind to him and it certainly shows in his personality. He shuts everyone out, never talking about where he came from or who he really is, but who had there been to tell anyway? The solitude that he’s been subjected to his entire miserable life certainly didn’t help his already present anger issues and grief. He typically lashes out at anyone who tries to get close to him or dig too deep into his personal life. He’s set up plenty of walls around his heart and nobody has been able to pierce it yet, though that fact only bothers him when he gets really down. All he has to do is keep telling himself that he doesn’t need anyone and he will be fine. Right? His cold attitude is matched only by his harsh expressions and words. Without having a family, or really anyone, love has never been a part of his life. Everyone that he’s tried to get close to has either run away scared or flat out rejected him. This produced the frigid and menacing Samuel that is seen today.
{History}
[0-5] Samuel Harper Reid was born on a cold October night, in Cape May, New Jersey. After only being in the world for a week, his parents abandoned him upon finding out about his mutation. His skin was constantly shifting from extremely soft and fair skin to cool and shiny metal. They took their newborn baby boy to the local orphanage and left him there, claiming they couldn’t take care of him when really they just didn’t want to have to bear the responsibility of caring for a child like him. With his parents out of the picture, he grew up surrounded by sorrow, sadness and wishes that would never come true. Starting at an early age, the other kids seemed to shun him. Perhaps it was because of his height, which was taller than most kids his age. Or perhaps it was the ever-deepening frown that he wore. Really though, it was his powers that made him the outcast. With not a single companion, he got into trouble as he sought out attention from the women who took care of him. This however, didn't have the effect he desired.
[6-10] By the time he was old enough to really understand the situation he was in, he was known as the trouble-maker. He made his first switch to another orphanage when he was seven, having to start all over with another batch of children who treated him like an outcast. The attention he'd seeked from the women of his first orphanage had only caused them to send him away, with the hope that his powers would remain a secret. They knew what was being done to children like him and they wanted to spare him, being the loving people they were. This was only the first of many switches and only succeeded in making him more bitter. It seemed as if every time he tried to get close to someone, they decided they didn't want him and sent him away. That's how it seemed anyway. Combined with the bullying that began, he was even more miserable than before. Names like, “reject” and “freak” were frequently hurled at him. He drew away from everyone, giving up on trying to make friends or find someone to share his problems with. Dreaming was his only escape, the only time where he could have the life that he wanted but sleep only lasted for a few hours out of every day and it was never enough.
[11-13] As the years went by, Samuel fell deeper into a depression. He just wanted to know why nobody wanted him, why everyone disliked him so much. His parents abandoned him and his peers would only talk to them when they were making fun of him. Things were rough, just like they’d always been and he just wanted some kind of happiness or peace to come his way but it didn’t seem likely. At the tender age of 13, a man came to the orphanage looking for a child to adopt. Samuel retreated to his room, having already been rejected by plenty of families, he didn’t want to go through that again. As he was sitting on his bunk, contemplating the same question over and over again, What's wrong with me?, that same man came into the room with a smile on his face. He couldn't remember the last time someone had smiled at him and he immediately trusted the man. Upon speaking with him, well mostly just listening, the man promised to take him away from there and give him a better life. With that promise and the man's smile, he left the orphanage behind and for the first time in his life, he felt hopeful. Things would get better, he could just feel it. Finally, someone wanted him.
[14-19] Things took an even worse turn in Samuel's life. The man's promises were broken the minute they left the orphanage. He was put into the back of a black SUV, thinking that he was being taken to a home where he could finally be accepted and loved. What he got was far from that. Taken into what looked like a government facility, he was told that 'his kind' were wanted for testing. It sounded shady and he didn't like it one little bit. Using his strength and virtually indestructible skin, he fought his way out and was once again alone. Left to fend for himself on the streets as a teenager, it was there that he discovered the most about his capabilities. Things were rough, he slept out in the cold most of the time but he never got sick from the harsh conditions. He couldn't find a way to get food for weeks and during that time he should have starved to death, but he didn't. It was an endless cycle of suffering with no relief. He was on the brink of death plenty of times, and yet his body simply healed and never gave in to the darkness that wished to consume him. Even though there wasn't much left of his life before he was taken by the man who lied to him, there certainly wasn't anything left now. Years of isolating himself diminished his emotions, leaving him numb and cold. He was an empty shell of an empty shell with nothing to do but think and teach himself to be strong. Strength is what he depends on instead of love, instead of companionship and he plans to use it to free himself from the life that he never deserved, to give himself the one that was taken away from him when his parents abandoned him as a baby. After weeks of dying but not dying, he started to get the hang of things. He trusted no one, but that actually ended up helping him. With no attachments, he was able to get what he needed without having to rely on the viscous gang members that patrolled the streets. He kept his powers hidden as much as he could, only using them when he absolutely had to. Time went on, and he continued to introvert himself and almost enjoy the solitude of being on his own. Almost. There was still a part of him that longed to have the things he knew he couldn't; a mother, a father, a family, a friend even. He buried those things deep, forming a constant ache inside of him that he did his best to ignore and hide underneath anger and a cold exterior. One day, things changed when he found a cream envelope tucked into his backpack....
[Strengths]
+Emotions(view spoiler)
+Fierceness
+Physical and Mental Strength(view spoiler)
+His Heart(view spoiler)
[Weaknesses]
-Emotions(view spoiler)
-Drastic Changes(view spoiler)
-Claustrophobia
-Bullying(view spoiler)
-Social Interactions(view spoiler)
[Likes]
*Being Alone
*Freedom
*Dreaming
*Cold Temperatures
*Sunshowers
[Dislikes]
•People
•Memories
•Families
•Everything He's Missed Out On
•Loud or Annoying Sounds
~{Relationships}~
Family: None/Unknown
Friends: None
Crushes/Love Interest Type(view spoiler)
{Relationship Status} Single
{Other}
(view spoiler)
-Indestructibility (view spoiler)
-Regenerative Cells (view spoiler)
Type:SuperHuman
{First Name} Samuel
{Middle Name} Harper
{Last Name} Reid
{Age} 19
[Birthday] October 3rd
{Birthplace} Cape May, NJ
[Birth Time] 11:10pm
{Gender} Male
[Sexuality] Heterosexual
{Appearance}
(view spoiler)
[Hair] Dark Brown
[Eyes] Blue
[Height] 6' 4
[Weight] 169
[Skintone] Fair
[Build] Lean and Muscular
{Piercings, Markings, etc} None
{Personality}
Samuel is the definition of dark and brooding. Life hasn’t been kind to him and it certainly shows in his personality. He shuts everyone out, never talking about where he came from or who he really is, but who had there been to tell anyway? The solitude that he’s been subjected to his entire miserable life certainly didn’t help his already present anger issues and grief. He typically lashes out at anyone who tries to get close to him or dig too deep into his personal life. He’s set up plenty of walls around his heart and nobody has been able to pierce it yet, though that fact only bothers him when he gets really down. All he has to do is keep telling himself that he doesn’t need anyone and he will be fine. Right? His cold attitude is matched only by his harsh expressions and words. Without having a family, or really anyone, love has never been a part of his life. Everyone that he’s tried to get close to has either run away scared or flat out rejected him. This produced the frigid and menacing Samuel that is seen today.
{History}
[0-5] Samuel Harper Reid was born on a cold October night, in Cape May, New Jersey. After only being in the world for a week, his parents abandoned him upon finding out about his mutation. His skin was constantly shifting from extremely soft and fair skin to cool and shiny metal. They took their newborn baby boy to the local orphanage and left him there, claiming they couldn’t take care of him when really they just didn’t want to have to bear the responsibility of caring for a child like him. With his parents out of the picture, he grew up surrounded by sorrow, sadness and wishes that would never come true. Starting at an early age, the other kids seemed to shun him. Perhaps it was because of his height, which was taller than most kids his age. Or perhaps it was the ever-deepening frown that he wore. Really though, it was his powers that made him the outcast. With not a single companion, he got into trouble as he sought out attention from the women who took care of him. This however, didn't have the effect he desired.
[6-10] By the time he was old enough to really understand the situation he was in, he was known as the trouble-maker. He made his first switch to another orphanage when he was seven, having to start all over with another batch of children who treated him like an outcast. The attention he'd seeked from the women of his first orphanage had only caused them to send him away, with the hope that his powers would remain a secret. They knew what was being done to children like him and they wanted to spare him, being the loving people they were. This was only the first of many switches and only succeeded in making him more bitter. It seemed as if every time he tried to get close to someone, they decided they didn't want him and sent him away. That's how it seemed anyway. Combined with the bullying that began, he was even more miserable than before. Names like, “reject” and “freak” were frequently hurled at him. He drew away from everyone, giving up on trying to make friends or find someone to share his problems with. Dreaming was his only escape, the only time where he could have the life that he wanted but sleep only lasted for a few hours out of every day and it was never enough.
[11-13] As the years went by, Samuel fell deeper into a depression. He just wanted to know why nobody wanted him, why everyone disliked him so much. His parents abandoned him and his peers would only talk to them when they were making fun of him. Things were rough, just like they’d always been and he just wanted some kind of happiness or peace to come his way but it didn’t seem likely. At the tender age of 13, a man came to the orphanage looking for a child to adopt. Samuel retreated to his room, having already been rejected by plenty of families, he didn’t want to go through that again. As he was sitting on his bunk, contemplating the same question over and over again, What's wrong with me?, that same man came into the room with a smile on his face. He couldn't remember the last time someone had smiled at him and he immediately trusted the man. Upon speaking with him, well mostly just listening, the man promised to take him away from there and give him a better life. With that promise and the man's smile, he left the orphanage behind and for the first time in his life, he felt hopeful. Things would get better, he could just feel it. Finally, someone wanted him.
[14-19] Things took an even worse turn in Samuel's life. The man's promises were broken the minute they left the orphanage. He was put into the back of a black SUV, thinking that he was being taken to a home where he could finally be accepted and loved. What he got was far from that. Taken into what looked like a government facility, he was told that 'his kind' were wanted for testing. It sounded shady and he didn't like it one little bit. Using his strength and virtually indestructible skin, he fought his way out and was once again alone. Left to fend for himself on the streets as a teenager, it was there that he discovered the most about his capabilities. Things were rough, he slept out in the cold most of the time but he never got sick from the harsh conditions. He couldn't find a way to get food for weeks and during that time he should have starved to death, but he didn't. It was an endless cycle of suffering with no relief. He was on the brink of death plenty of times, and yet his body simply healed and never gave in to the darkness that wished to consume him. Even though there wasn't much left of his life before he was taken by the man who lied to him, there certainly wasn't anything left now. Years of isolating himself diminished his emotions, leaving him numb and cold. He was an empty shell of an empty shell with nothing to do but think and teach himself to be strong. Strength is what he depends on instead of love, instead of companionship and he plans to use it to free himself from the life that he never deserved, to give himself the one that was taken away from him when his parents abandoned him as a baby. After weeks of dying but not dying, he started to get the hang of things. He trusted no one, but that actually ended up helping him. With no attachments, he was able to get what he needed without having to rely on the viscous gang members that patrolled the streets. He kept his powers hidden as much as he could, only using them when he absolutely had to. Time went on, and he continued to introvert himself and almost enjoy the solitude of being on his own. Almost. There was still a part of him that longed to have the things he knew he couldn't; a mother, a father, a family, a friend even. He buried those things deep, forming a constant ache inside of him that he did his best to ignore and hide underneath anger and a cold exterior. One day, things changed when he found a cream envelope tucked into his backpack....
[Strengths]
+Emotions(view spoiler)
+Fierceness
+Physical and Mental Strength(view spoiler)
+His Heart(view spoiler)
[Weaknesses]
-Emotions(view spoiler)
-Drastic Changes(view spoiler)
-Claustrophobia
-Bullying(view spoiler)
-Social Interactions(view spoiler)
[Likes]
*Being Alone
*Freedom
*Dreaming
*Cold Temperatures
*Sunshowers
[Dislikes]
•People
•Memories
•Families
•Everything He's Missed Out On
•Loud or Annoying Sounds
~{Relationships}~
Family: None/Unknown
Friends: None
Crushes/Love Interest Type(view spoiler)
{Relationship Status} Single
{Other}
(view spoiler)
~POWER~
Netherkinesis(view spoiler)
-Death Force Manipulation
-Darkness Manipulation
Type: Elemental
{First Name}
Auberon
{Middle Name}
Lyssander
{Last Name}
St. Germain-Fairchild
{Age}
17 Years of Age
[Birthday]
April 30th
[Zodiac Sign:]
{Birthplace}
Newcastle, England
[Birth Time]
12:00
{Gender}
Masculine
[Sexuality]
Homosexual
{Appearance}
[Hair] Brown
[Eyes] Hazel
[Height] 5' 11"
[Weight] 145 lb
[Skintone] Pallor
[Build] Athletic
{Piercings, Markings, etc}
{Personality}
Although Auberon is very smart, he has many flaws. First of all, Auberon is shy and timid and often does not speak unless spoken to first. He may appear athletic, but he would rather be in doors, away from the harsh sunlight, playing some RPG that came from Japan. He has a severe case of Ceraunophobia, along with Atychiphobia. Above all else, he is afraid of himself, his powers, and what he is capable of. Although he loves using magic, he is scared of what it can do and is constantly worrying if there would be any price he will have to pay for using it.
{History}
Born to Orpheus Arthur St. Germain and Morgan Mab Fairchild, his birth caused the death of his mother. His father never loved him and when ever his father got drunk, which was often, he would abuse Auberon and yell at him, saying he killed his mother and that he was a monster. Auberon never felt loved and at school, the abuse continued. As the boy who killed his mom, throughout his school carrier the kids would beat him up and say the most horrid things. He was crippled, scared of everyone who he saw, in fear that they, too, would lash out at him.
His father married Beatrix Goodfellow when he was in high school. Beatrix had her own child, a daughter named Persephone. His stepmother hated him and would encourage his father's addiction. He would now abuse both children, who got accustom to locking themselves away in their shared bedroom and play any game they could to drown out the noise of drunken rants. One night, while Beatrix was out doing her mysterious night job, Auberon's father came home very drunk. He had never been this wasted and in this state, he attempted to rape Persephone. Auberon managed to get his father off of his stepsister, but now his father was focused on him.
He raised his arm when his father began to deliver a blow, and with his other hand, he caught his father's arm to prevent him from punching him in the face. To his horror, his father's arm began to go necrotic, the flesh decaying around the area where Auberon's hand met his father's arm. He let go and watched as his father backed away, screaming in pain as he slowly decomposed there, in the middle of the living room. A month later he was contacted by the School and was offered full scholarship.
Prior to being contacted, his sister came up with a complex lie: removing all their father's belonging and saying he got drunk and left the family while Beatrix was out working. The two grew even closer after Auberon saved Persephone's life. With the month that followed the death of his father, he began to attempt to control his Necrokinsis only to find he had Netherkinesis. He knew leaving Persephone would be hard, but they both thought it was the best course of action. So he came to Maxwell's Academy for the Gifted.
[Strengths]
+Games - Persephone and Auberon were introverts who kept themselves locked up in their room and played games ranging from cards, chess to first person shooters and everything in between.
+Mathematics - He became good at math through his games and can use this to his advantage in games to get the upper hand and beat nearly any opponent.
+Learning New Languages - With his skill at math, he became quite good at learning new languages. He is fluent in Japanese, Latin, Gaelic and Russian.
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[Weaknesses]
-Social Interactions - His sister and he were not very popular and often were cooped up in their bedroom with their games. They get anxiety when out in public and he can not function all too well without her. Going to this school is a big step for him.
-Sibling Complex - Although he is homosexual, there seems to be some hint of incestuous heterosexual relationship between him and his step sister.
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[Likes]
*Animals
*Music & Dance
*Games
*Cosplay
*Being Pantsless
[Dislikes]
•Body Piercings
•Bullies
•Cold Temperatures
•Loud Noises
•Being Alone in Public
~{Relationships}~
Family:
Orpheus Arthur St. Germain - Father(Decreased)
Morgan Mab Fairchild - Mother(Decreased)
Beatrix Titania Goodfellow - Stepmother(Missing In Action)
Persephone Salem Goodfellow - Younger Stepsister(Alive)
Friends:
Crushes/Love Interest Type
An older, dominate and stronger male; but even though he's strong and tough, he has a sense of humor and can be romantic at times. He likes blondes over brunettes.
{Relationship Status}
Single/Open to Males/Available for Dibs
{Other}
Persephone Salem Goodfellow is also a Mutant with Etherkinesis.
Beatrix Titania Goodfellow is an Elite member.
~POWER~
Type: Psionic Manipulation
-Empathy
-Telepathy
-Telekinesis
{First Name} Gabriel
{Middle Name} Blanket
{Last Name} Johnson
{Age} 18 years old
[Birthday] 3/11
[Birth Time] 7:58 A.M
{Gender} Male
[Sexuality] Heterosexual
{Appearance}
[Face Claim] Garrett Clayton
[Hair] Brown
[Eyes] Green
[Height] 5"8
[Weight] 147 pounds
[Skintone] Fair
[Build] Athletic
{Piercing, Markings, etc} n/a
{Personality} Gabriel is a very fun-loving boy and loves to play the guitar and piano. He has kept his mother's piano and plays it frequently. He didn't take it with him when he was chosen to go to 1 of the 4 houses though. He took his guitar and can sometimes be seen playing lovely music throughout the house. He loves pools and beaches and likes to meet new people. He can sometimes get nervous when around girls he likes and cute girls. He likes to flirt and loves to sing. He is known by his friends as Romeo who is looking for his Juliette. He has a love for water and loves to surf. He is known for his romance and charm and can make a song in a few hours. In all his songs are meaning and purpose. He puts his entire heart into all of his songs which makes them very good.
{History}
The young Jackson Johnson was always the lady charmer and always had flings with many women until he met Sandra Holloman. They met at a convention where they instantly fell in love and got married only months after. After 2 years of marriage Sandra became pregnant with their son, Gabriel Jackson. Jackson and Sandra couldn't wait to start their family until they started to get into arguments which resulted in their marriage failing. 3 months after Gabriel was born they got divorced. Jackson moved to Miami while Sandra stayed in Orlando with baby Gabriel. Jackson soon met another woman, Erin Hoffman and married her after only 3 weeks of dating. They soon had a child after 2 years, Terra Johnson.
Gabriel grew up with his mother and always kept in touch with his father. Sometimes his father would come to Orlando to see him and sometimes he would go to Miami. When Gabriel turned 4 he moved to stay with his dad for a few years and there is where he met his 2 year younger sister, Terra and his stepmother. Gabriel loved it in Miami. He went to school with his younger sister and protected her from hurt, harm, and danger. He started to take singing classes and dancing classes. When he got in middles school he started to sing in his school choir and after a year he became leader of the choir. He took the choir to the championships and won when he turned 12.
After his 12th birthday he moved back to Orlando with his mother. In Orlando he started to make songs with Sandra because she played the piano and he played the guitar. He soon learned how to play the piano and he started to play both in Talent Shows for school. 5 weeks after his 13th birthday his mother was killed by a thief who tried to break into their house as she fought him and was stabbed in the stomach. Gabriel moved back to Miami where he stayed as he started to play the piano more frequently than the guitar. When he turned 16 he moved to Paris, France to stay with his maternal grandmother for a year. There he learned how to speak fluent French and made a few songs in French. There he also met his ex-girlfriend, Selena Yates. He had taken a mighty liking to her and spent the entire year with her. As their bond grew stronger so did their relationship. After his year in Paris Selena begged her parents to let her go with him, but they disagreed. With 1 last kiss, Gabriel left Selena in France as he came back to Miami and started to go to college also he worked with his little sister at their dad's Beach Shop. Him and his sister went to Maxwell's Academy after his father told them of their mutant heritage and they received a letter.
[Strengths]
-Very good basketball player
-Good at using his powers
-Very good singer
-Very good dancer
-Good at playing piano and guitar
[Weaknesses]
-Can't control his powers when he had emotional outbreaks
-Girls
[Likes]
-Singing
-Dancing
-Playing the guitar
-Playing the piano
-Any music
[Dislikes]
-Being rejected
-Being told what tomdo
~Relationships~
Ex-Girlfriend-Selena Yates
Family
Sandra Holloman-mother-deceased
Jackson Johnson-father-alive
Erin Johnson-stepmother-alive
Terra Johnson-half sister-alive
Friends n/a
Crushes/Love Type: Gabriel likes girls who are caring and considerate for others. He wants a girl who will feel the same thing he will feel for them.
{Relationship Status} Open
{Other} His half sister is a mutant
Type: Psionic Manipulation
-Empathy
-Telepathy
-Telekinesis
{First Name} Gabriel
{Middle Name} Blanket
{Last Name} Johnson
{Age} 18 years old
[Birthday] 3/11
[Birth Time] 7:58 A.M
{Gender} Male
[Sexuality] Heterosexual
{Appearance}
[Face Claim] Garrett Clayton
[Hair] Brown
[Eyes] Green
[Height] 5"8
[Weight] 147 pounds
[Skintone] Fair
[Build] Athletic
{Piercing, Markings, etc} n/a
{Personality} Gabriel is a very fun-loving boy and loves to play the guitar and piano. He has kept his mother's piano and plays it frequently. He didn't take it with him when he was chosen to go to 1 of the 4 houses though. He took his guitar and can sometimes be seen playing lovely music throughout the house. He loves pools and beaches and likes to meet new people. He can sometimes get nervous when around girls he likes and cute girls. He likes to flirt and loves to sing. He is known by his friends as Romeo who is looking for his Juliette. He has a love for water and loves to surf. He is known for his romance and charm and can make a song in a few hours. In all his songs are meaning and purpose. He puts his entire heart into all of his songs which makes them very good.
{History}
The young Jackson Johnson was always the lady charmer and always had flings with many women until he met Sandra Holloman. They met at a convention where they instantly fell in love and got married only months after. After 2 years of marriage Sandra became pregnant with their son, Gabriel Jackson. Jackson and Sandra couldn't wait to start their family until they started to get into arguments which resulted in their marriage failing. 3 months after Gabriel was born they got divorced. Jackson moved to Miami while Sandra stayed in Orlando with baby Gabriel. Jackson soon met another woman, Erin Hoffman and married her after only 3 weeks of dating. They soon had a child after 2 years, Terra Johnson.
Gabriel grew up with his mother and always kept in touch with his father. Sometimes his father would come to Orlando to see him and sometimes he would go to Miami. When Gabriel turned 4 he moved to stay with his dad for a few years and there is where he met his 2 year younger sister, Terra and his stepmother. Gabriel loved it in Miami. He went to school with his younger sister and protected her from hurt, harm, and danger. He started to take singing classes and dancing classes. When he got in middles school he started to sing in his school choir and after a year he became leader of the choir. He took the choir to the championships and won when he turned 12.
After his 12th birthday he moved back to Orlando with his mother. In Orlando he started to make songs with Sandra because she played the piano and he played the guitar. He soon learned how to play the piano and he started to play both in Talent Shows for school. 5 weeks after his 13th birthday his mother was killed by a thief who tried to break into their house as she fought him and was stabbed in the stomach. Gabriel moved back to Miami where he stayed as he started to play the piano more frequently than the guitar. When he turned 16 he moved to Paris, France to stay with his maternal grandmother for a year. There he learned how to speak fluent French and made a few songs in French. There he also met his ex-girlfriend, Selena Yates. He had taken a mighty liking to her and spent the entire year with her. As their bond grew stronger so did their relationship. After his year in Paris Selena begged her parents to let her go with him, but they disagreed. With 1 last kiss, Gabriel left Selena in France as he came back to Miami and started to go to college also he worked with his little sister at their dad's Beach Shop. Him and his sister went to Maxwell's Academy after his father told them of their mutant heritage and they received a letter.
[Strengths]
-Very good basketball player
-Good at using his powers
-Very good singer
-Very good dancer
-Good at playing piano and guitar
[Weaknesses]
-Can't control his powers when he had emotional outbreaks
-Girls
[Likes]
-Singing
-Dancing
-Playing the guitar
-Playing the piano
-Any music
[Dislikes]
-Being rejected
-Being told what tomdo
~Relationships~
Ex-Girlfriend-Selena Yates
Family
Sandra Holloman-mother-deceased
Jackson Johnson-father-alive
Erin Johnson-stepmother-alive
Terra Johnson-half sister-alive
Friends n/a
Crushes/Love Type: Gabriel likes girls who are caring and considerate for others. He wants a girl who will feel the same thing he will feel for them.
{Relationship Status} Open
{Other} His half sister is a mutant
Jordan, I love your character! He's totally adorable <3 However, the mutations you have chosen have already been claimed on the mutations thread. I encourage you to look there and see which mutations have not been taken yet and claim some that you would like to use for Gabriel as well as any future characters you would like to make.
~POWER~
Ice Manipulation: He possesses the ability to freeze any moisture in the air around him, and thereby form ice objects, freeze things and lower temperatures as he pleases. (view spoiler)
Type: Elemental
{First Name}Matthew
{Middle Name} Orion
{Last Name} Lush
{Nickname} Mattie
{Age} 18
[Birthday] January 15th
{Birthplace} Charleston, South Carolina
[Birth Time] 10:32am
{Gender} Male
[Sexuality] Heterosexual
{Appearance}
(view spoiler)
[Hair] Blonde
[Eyes] Crystal Blue
[Height] 6' 0
[Weight] 153
[Skintone] Fair
[Build] Slender and fairly Muscular
{Piercings, Markings, etc} None
{Personality}
Matthew Lush has to be the sweetest boy you'll ever meet. A hopeless romantic, he is a sucker for girls and always is chasing after their heels. He has a big heart for a teenage boy, and believes that love can solve most any problem. Violence is something Matthew hates to see, and only feels that he can only express himself with love. Although he may be steadily reaching adulthood, Mattie is a true child at heart, and is alot louder and innocent than you'd think. He tends to express everything and anything that gets on his mind, sometimes earning a few punches here and there. He can't help his tendency to run his mouth, since Matthew can find almost anything to talk about. Give Matthew sugar, and he'd bounce off the walls for hours. He has the tendency to become excessively hyper, a generally fun guy you'd want to be around. Even though Matthew seems like the guy you can't take too seriously, he is very independent and driven in what he wants to pursue, and can make any goal his accomplishments. Most of all, Matthew just wants to be accepted by his peers, for them to just love him for him. Crazy as he may seem, he is the perfect friend and cuddle buddy.
{History}
[0-6] On a chilly winter night in Charleston, South Carolina, a beautiful baby boy was born to Miranda and Quentin Lush. He had the bluest eyes they'd ever seen and extremely fair blonde hair that was whispy and light like cirrus clouds. He was born perfectly healthy,a side from the fact that his skin was freezing to the touch. The doctors got him all cleaned up and put him into an incubator right away, not even letting his parents hold him. They were astonished by how cold he was. He'd just come out of the womb, having been surrounded by his mothers 98.7 degree body heat. It was impossible, completely impossible. They did their very best to keep him warm, wrapping him in a heated baby blanket and tending to him carefully. However, after twenty four hours with no change in his condition, they sent him home with his parents, believing that his thermoregulatory system just was not functioning properly. The doctors told his parents to enjoy the small amount of time they had with him, because without the ability to regulate his body temperature, he wouldn't make it more than a few days at most. Their beliefs however, were wrong. Little Matthew Orion Lush could control his thermoregulatory system, which was more highly advanced than that of any normal human. No, there wasn't anything wrong with Matthew, he was simply a mutant. His parents discovered that fact quickly, completely thrilled that he was going to live but also very afraid of what he would become. The years went by and he slowly grew room an infant to a toddler to a little boy. At the age of five, the matter of schooling came up and his parents decided to homeschool him because everyone knew what happened to mutants and they didn't want that for their child. They started teaching him simple things, but something just wasn't right. It seemed like Matthew couldn't focus. He was constantly running around when they would try to teach him, squirming in his seat, daydreaming and he had a tough time following instructions. After getting through kindergarten with him, they decided that he needed someone more qualified to teach him, a real teacher. They sent him to actual school, but within the first week the calls started. His teach complained about his inability to focus and his constant fidgeting. As suggested, he was taken to multiple pediatric doctors and after about a month of constant appointments, at the age of six, Matthew was diagnosed with Predominantly Innattentive Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
[7-12] When Matthew turned 7, his parents decided they couldn't stand how their son acted, how he couldn't focus in school or pay attention to what they said. As a precautionary decision, Matthew was forced to take medication, little ADHD pills Matthew absolutely hated the taste of. If he was feeling rebellious, he'd even freeze the pills from the inside out, destroy them to his parents' exasperation. All his parents wanted was for Matthew to be normal, hide his powers, his true self from the world. Not to mention the fact that extended family, neighbors, almost everyone that had an impact on the couple's life, had shunned the family because of their defective son, saying he was diseased, ill, not right because of his powers. His parents were willing to do almost anything to have a normal son so people they cared for would care for them again, that they wouldn't be the disgust, the disappointment of the family name. Matthew's powers always seemed to bring trouble as he was in his youth, with nearly everything around him turning to ice when he was angry, and the house always being incredibly frigid. What with the rising war, his parents tried their best to make him blend in; medications, a little therapy and counseling here and there, mixed with discipline and strict rules as to when and how he was allowed to use his powers. As a young child, Matthew was getting easily fed up with all the restrictions, all the fretting his parents did over him. He couldn't understand why they wouldn't love him for what he was, why they tried to change him. At 11, his parents bought him his own drum set, as well as lessons. The idea to distract him from his powers had been offered by a counselor, and clearly it worked. At first, Matthew had absolutely hated his drumming instructor, hated his lessons. It grew on him as the weeks passed, and Matthew developed a musical talent and passion for drums as he grew up. It gave him a chance to be free, to do what he wanted. When he immersed himself in his music, he could forget about all the times he was scolded in class, about every heartbreak, about his parents. He was free. His power flares had calmed down, and Matthew was beginning to be alot more focused in class. Still here and there, he'd be jittery or start doing other things he shouldn't be in class, but who could blame him? It was an improvement.
[13-18] As high school passed, however, his parents had been particularly tough on him. They were set on what college he'd go to, and always lectured him that he would never pass if he didnt start paying attention. Tensions between the family began to increase, and only drumming, Sophie, and being holed up in his room exploring his abilities could calm him down. The pills were given in larger doses, the rules around the house were beginning to suffocate him. He couldn't use his powers or simply stay away when guests were over, he had to keep his grades at a high C, he had to go to counseling every Wednesday night. Matthew was simply so sick, always wanted to blow up at someone, escape the madness, anything but keep living the life he was. With his flirtatious behavior, he had always managed to attract all the pretty girls at school. Once he got in his first serious relationship at 15, he had had the worst experience with his abilities. He had leaned in for a kiss on the second date, but once his lips met Ellie's... her whole face had frozen over with ice, and snow began falling from nowhere. Matthew had been so nervous, that his powers had freaked out with all the medication he had taken. Not to say the least, he lost his reputation at school, was labeled as a freak, and Ellie had avoided him for the rest of high school. He had never felt more alone and rejected in his life. So when that enevelope with the purple seal appeared in the mailbox one particularly stressful night, Matthew wasted no time packing his bags. He would finally be able to escape the expectations and demands of his parents, be his own person, be surrounded by people like him. The parting was brief, and he knew he would miss his friends, his home, his drums, and Sophie, but Matthew never missed the pills, nor his counselors, nor his parents. The academy freed him, and he was finally able to be happy again.
[Strengths]
+Positive Attitude
+Musical Talent
+Flirting
+Independence
+Compassion
[Weaknesses]
-Paying Attention
-Heat/High Temperatures
-Self Control
-Peer Pressure
-His Litttle Sister
[Likes]
*Ice Skating
*Snowcones (Cherry)
*Girls
*Music
*Drumming
[Dislikes]
•Doctors
•Medication
•Silence
•Arithmetic
•Being Interrupted
~{Relationships}~
Family:
-Mother {Miranda Mae Lush}
-Father {Quentin Levi Lush}
-Little Sister {Sophie Marie Lush}
Friends:
None so far. Matthew is new to the school and hasn't had a whole lot of time to mingle with the other students. While he is quite the social butterfly, he's mostly spent his time goofing off in the courtyard and getting settled in.
Crushes/Love Interest Type
(view spoiler)
{Relationship Status} Single
Type: Elemental
{First Name}Matthew
{Middle Name} Orion
{Last Name} Lush
{Nickname} Mattie
{Age} 18
[Birthday] January 15th
{Birthplace} Charleston, South Carolina
[Birth Time] 10:32am
{Gender} Male
[Sexuality] Heterosexual
{Appearance}
(view spoiler)
[Hair] Blonde
[Eyes] Crystal Blue
[Height] 6' 0
[Weight] 153
[Skintone] Fair
[Build] Slender and fairly Muscular
{Piercings, Markings, etc} None
{Personality}
Matthew Lush has to be the sweetest boy you'll ever meet. A hopeless romantic, he is a sucker for girls and always is chasing after their heels. He has a big heart for a teenage boy, and believes that love can solve most any problem. Violence is something Matthew hates to see, and only feels that he can only express himself with love. Although he may be steadily reaching adulthood, Mattie is a true child at heart, and is alot louder and innocent than you'd think. He tends to express everything and anything that gets on his mind, sometimes earning a few punches here and there. He can't help his tendency to run his mouth, since Matthew can find almost anything to talk about. Give Matthew sugar, and he'd bounce off the walls for hours. He has the tendency to become excessively hyper, a generally fun guy you'd want to be around. Even though Matthew seems like the guy you can't take too seriously, he is very independent and driven in what he wants to pursue, and can make any goal his accomplishments. Most of all, Matthew just wants to be accepted by his peers, for them to just love him for him. Crazy as he may seem, he is the perfect friend and cuddle buddy.
{History}
[0-6] On a chilly winter night in Charleston, South Carolina, a beautiful baby boy was born to Miranda and Quentin Lush. He had the bluest eyes they'd ever seen and extremely fair blonde hair that was whispy and light like cirrus clouds. He was born perfectly healthy,a side from the fact that his skin was freezing to the touch. The doctors got him all cleaned up and put him into an incubator right away, not even letting his parents hold him. They were astonished by how cold he was. He'd just come out of the womb, having been surrounded by his mothers 98.7 degree body heat. It was impossible, completely impossible. They did their very best to keep him warm, wrapping him in a heated baby blanket and tending to him carefully. However, after twenty four hours with no change in his condition, they sent him home with his parents, believing that his thermoregulatory system just was not functioning properly. The doctors told his parents to enjoy the small amount of time they had with him, because without the ability to regulate his body temperature, he wouldn't make it more than a few days at most. Their beliefs however, were wrong. Little Matthew Orion Lush could control his thermoregulatory system, which was more highly advanced than that of any normal human. No, there wasn't anything wrong with Matthew, he was simply a mutant. His parents discovered that fact quickly, completely thrilled that he was going to live but also very afraid of what he would become. The years went by and he slowly grew room an infant to a toddler to a little boy. At the age of five, the matter of schooling came up and his parents decided to homeschool him because everyone knew what happened to mutants and they didn't want that for their child. They started teaching him simple things, but something just wasn't right. It seemed like Matthew couldn't focus. He was constantly running around when they would try to teach him, squirming in his seat, daydreaming and he had a tough time following instructions. After getting through kindergarten with him, they decided that he needed someone more qualified to teach him, a real teacher. They sent him to actual school, but within the first week the calls started. His teach complained about his inability to focus and his constant fidgeting. As suggested, he was taken to multiple pediatric doctors and after about a month of constant appointments, at the age of six, Matthew was diagnosed with Predominantly Innattentive Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
[7-12] When Matthew turned 7, his parents decided they couldn't stand how their son acted, how he couldn't focus in school or pay attention to what they said. As a precautionary decision, Matthew was forced to take medication, little ADHD pills Matthew absolutely hated the taste of. If he was feeling rebellious, he'd even freeze the pills from the inside out, destroy them to his parents' exasperation. All his parents wanted was for Matthew to be normal, hide his powers, his true self from the world. Not to mention the fact that extended family, neighbors, almost everyone that had an impact on the couple's life, had shunned the family because of their defective son, saying he was diseased, ill, not right because of his powers. His parents were willing to do almost anything to have a normal son so people they cared for would care for them again, that they wouldn't be the disgust, the disappointment of the family name. Matthew's powers always seemed to bring trouble as he was in his youth, with nearly everything around him turning to ice when he was angry, and the house always being incredibly frigid. What with the rising war, his parents tried their best to make him blend in; medications, a little therapy and counseling here and there, mixed with discipline and strict rules as to when and how he was allowed to use his powers. As a young child, Matthew was getting easily fed up with all the restrictions, all the fretting his parents did over him. He couldn't understand why they wouldn't love him for what he was, why they tried to change him. At 11, his parents bought him his own drum set, as well as lessons. The idea to distract him from his powers had been offered by a counselor, and clearly it worked. At first, Matthew had absolutely hated his drumming instructor, hated his lessons. It grew on him as the weeks passed, and Matthew developed a musical talent and passion for drums as he grew up. It gave him a chance to be free, to do what he wanted. When he immersed himself in his music, he could forget about all the times he was scolded in class, about every heartbreak, about his parents. He was free. His power flares had calmed down, and Matthew was beginning to be alot more focused in class. Still here and there, he'd be jittery or start doing other things he shouldn't be in class, but who could blame him? It was an improvement.
[13-18] As high school passed, however, his parents had been particularly tough on him. They were set on what college he'd go to, and always lectured him that he would never pass if he didnt start paying attention. Tensions between the family began to increase, and only drumming, Sophie, and being holed up in his room exploring his abilities could calm him down. The pills were given in larger doses, the rules around the house were beginning to suffocate him. He couldn't use his powers or simply stay away when guests were over, he had to keep his grades at a high C, he had to go to counseling every Wednesday night. Matthew was simply so sick, always wanted to blow up at someone, escape the madness, anything but keep living the life he was. With his flirtatious behavior, he had always managed to attract all the pretty girls at school. Once he got in his first serious relationship at 15, he had had the worst experience with his abilities. He had leaned in for a kiss on the second date, but once his lips met Ellie's... her whole face had frozen over with ice, and snow began falling from nowhere. Matthew had been so nervous, that his powers had freaked out with all the medication he had taken. Not to say the least, he lost his reputation at school, was labeled as a freak, and Ellie had avoided him for the rest of high school. He had never felt more alone and rejected in his life. So when that enevelope with the purple seal appeared in the mailbox one particularly stressful night, Matthew wasted no time packing his bags. He would finally be able to escape the expectations and demands of his parents, be his own person, be surrounded by people like him. The parting was brief, and he knew he would miss his friends, his home, his drums, and Sophie, but Matthew never missed the pills, nor his counselors, nor his parents. The academy freed him, and he was finally able to be happy again.
[Strengths]
+Positive Attitude
+Musical Talent
+Flirting
+Independence
+Compassion
[Weaknesses]
-Paying Attention
-Heat/High Temperatures
-Self Control
-Peer Pressure
-His Litttle Sister
[Likes]
*Ice Skating
*Snowcones (Cherry)
*Girls
*Music
*Drumming
[Dislikes]
•Doctors
•Medication
•Silence
•Arithmetic
•Being Interrupted
~{Relationships}~
Family:
-Mother {Miranda Mae Lush}
-Father {Quentin Levi Lush}
-Little Sister {Sophie Marie Lush}
Friends:
None so far. Matthew is new to the school and hasn't had a whole lot of time to mingle with the other students. While he is quite the social butterfly, he's mostly spent his time goofing off in the courtyard and getting settled in.
Crushes/Love Interest Type
(view spoiler)
{Relationship Status} Single
~POWER~
Object Animation (view spoiler)
Type: Manipulator
{Name} Brennen Lucas McAllister
{Name} Halle Grace McAllister
{Name} Thomas Hayden McAllister
{Age} 5
[Birthday] March 10
[Zodiac Sign] Pisces
{Birthplace} Chicago, Illinois
[Birth Time] 9:07 PM, within a minute of each other. Brennen, Halle, then Tommy.
{Appearance}
http://lh5.ggpht.com/_d-t2upWJjiM/TQA...
(view spoiler)
Halle is the only girl of the triplet bunch. Brennen has dark brown hair, and is a few inches taller than the youngest, Tommy. Thomas has blonde hair, and all three of them have blue-green eyes.
{Personality}
Brennen (view spoiler)
Halle (view spoiler)
Tommy (view spoiler)
{History}
Three beautiful babies were born to Adam and Elena McAllister on a March evening, all coming out as healthy. They were deemed healthy, normal, and without the mutation genes at birth. But that was where the doctors had been wrong. The couple had brought home the three bundles a day later, getting them settled into their new home in Chicago. The children were raised by loving parents, ones who swore to protect them no matter what. Their father was a successful lawyer where they lived, as well as an Elite force member. Adam couldn't hate mutants more than a fat kid and diets. The beings were brutal, had killed half of his family who had been a part of an elite group. He'd do anything to protect his family... Even if it meant hurting them. The McAllister triplets' powers had showed itself when they were three, playing together with Halle's dolls, Brennen's race cars, and Tommy's little army troops. All the triplets had to do was imagine what could happen, hear those engines roar before they actually revved to life. Tiny, plastic toy engines that worked with the manipulation. The triplets soon learned they could bring objects to life, wether it be stuffed animals, dirty laundry, or pillows. Even if the objects that came to life had a mind of its own, it was still exhilarating as you could imagine for three- three year olds. Their powers were kept secret between the triplets, only used when they were left alone.
Once Elena had found out walking in on the children one time, their perfect happy little world came crashing down. Their mother had immediately yelled at them to clean up their toys, to go to their rooms- even when they were already in their room. Elena was terrified what would become of her children if her husband were to find out that his very own offspring... Were mutants. Elena personally loved mutants, had a mutant nanny growing up who treated her better than anyone else could have, the woman who was taken away from her so brutally by the elite. But Elena had loved her husband, never said anything about her passive nature in regards to the mutant species everyone was so against. After nearly seven months of keeping the powers a secret, the triplets had been causing trouble in their parents bathroom, with the shaving cream can squirting uncontrollably around the room, the lights flickering on and off, the towels skirting around the room as Halle chased after it, squealing for all to hear. Their father had come home early that day, and he hadnt been happy with what he saw when he snuck up to the bathroom to see. The triplets had been given the most disgusted, betrayed look by their own father, one who had loved them and tucked them into bed with a story each night. His wife, who had run up to see what was going on, was slapped across the face brutally in front of the children, told that the three couldn't be in his sight anymore. The triplets didnt understand, thinking it was the shaving cream on the walls, or the disarray of the drawers that their own mommy had taken a spanking to the face with. They immediately had comforted their crying mother, apologizing for making a big mess, all four of them wailing together for the night.
A year passed by of relentless abuse, the children and Adams own wife being mistreated, blamed for everything wrong. Adam had tried several times to "cure" his children, trying online remedies and therapy that was advertised. Nothing worked, and Adams fuse was running short. He couldn't kill his kids. He still, deep inside, loved them terribly. But he couldn't have mutants living in his house. Living conditions worsened, with Elena always blocking the blows directed at her children's heads and stomachs, sacrificing herself several times to save them. Then the letter came, from the academy. Someone had been looking out for them, an opportunity for safety. Even their human mother was invited, to escape the abuse. Elena packed the triplets bags while her husband was at work, almost making it out the door to be faced with Adam again. He had found out what the plan was, furious, and punished the family harshly with verbal and physical abuse. Elena has managed to contact the number on the invitation, call the headmaster for help in escaping. It was their last hope, and time was running out.
[Strengths]
+love
+the other two triplets
+their mom
+playtime
+being crazy
+making messes
[Weaknesses]
-reading
-nap time
-each other
-obeying rules
-paying attention
[Likes]
*their dog, Alfie
*toys, lots of them
*snacks
*coloring
*the treehouse in their backyard
[Dislikes]
•fighting
•their daddy
•veggies
•rainy days
•seperation
~{Relationships}~
Family:
>Adam Grey McAllister; Father; Business Lawyer; Member of the Elite; 37
>Elena Jane McAllister; Mother; Former Preschool Teacher; Photographer; 35
>Brennen Lucas McAllister; Brother; 5
>Halle Grace McAllister; Sister; 5
>Thomas Hayden McAllister; Brother; 5
>Alfie; Golden Retriever; 2
{Relationship Status} Still young!
{Other}
#triplets
#troublemakers
~POWER~
Literary Animation: Oliver has the ability to project narrative stories into reality. As he reads aloud from any piece of writing, words tumbling from his silver tongue, the narrative assumes tangible life. The characters and environments manifest themselves within his surroundings. (view spoiler)
Type: Manipulation
{First Name} Oliver
{Middle Name} Jaxon
{Last Name} Drew
{Nickname} Ollie (view spoiler)
{Age} 18
[Birthday] April 20th
{Birthplace} Fort Valley, GA
[Birth Time] 8:16am
{Gender} Male
[Sexuality] Straight
{Appearance}
(view spoiler)
[Hair] Brown, Fluffy, Untamed
[Eyes] Brown
[Height] 5’ 7
[Weight] 141
[Skintone] Fair
[Build] Slim and Frail
[Accent] Hint of Southern
[Scent] Paper and Mahogany (view spoiler)
{Piercings, Markings, etc} Oliver has a birthmark on the underside of his jaw that closely resembles the shape of his favorite fruit; a peach.
{Personality}
Oliver is not the kind of guy you would meet everyday. He is loving, sweet, kind, gentle and extremely soft spoken. He is compassionate and is much more prone to express his emotions, rather than hide them like most guys his age would do. Vulnerability is something that comes along with his personality. He wears his heart on his sleeve, but it hasn’t been much of a problem because nobody has ever tried to take it or manipulate it. He is rather innocent in that his background left him fairly sheltered, but he definitely understands how dangerous the world can be and as a result he is extremely cautious. He is shy around people that he doesn’t know, but if you bring up literature at all, you can be sure that you’ll be getting an earful. He could talk for days about all of the poems and books that he fancies.
{History}
[0-7] Oliver was born on a rather chilly April morning, three months earlier than when his due date was set. With his parents flustered and the doctors fretting, he was successfully brought into the world prematurely. However, his vocal cords and lungs were severely underdeveloped and he spent the first six months of his life cooped up in the hospital, fighting for his life. Every breath he took was like a step forward, towards a hopefully healthy and bright future. When he was three months old, his body had formed quite well and he had improved considerably. He was released on the condition that he would be hooked up to a respirator when he was sleeping, simply to ensure that he was getting the oxygen that his fragile body needed. WIth the regular administration of oxygen during his sleep, he continued to grow over the days that turned into weeks and the weeks that turned into months. His lungs developed steadily with the assistance of the respirator, but his vocal cords were still relatively weak and even when he was two years old, he still couldn’t speak. The doctors didn’t have any answers, all they suggested was that they give him time. Around the age of four, speech started to come at an extremely slow rate. His first word wasn’t comprehensible at all and down to this day, his parents still have no idea what he had said. His voice was constantly breaking as he grew up, seeming to get better each year but only his parents could ever understand him. They knew that school was going to be a challenge for him, so they took the initiative to make things as easy for him as they could, knowing that he was struggling fiercely to communicate. They taught him to read and write before he started Kindergarten, teaching him to write out what he wanted to say instead of saying it, though his desire to speak made him very unhappy with the decision his parents had made for him. The years passed by and he was always quiet at school, never speaking and always writing what he wanted to say.
[8-14] Absorbing absolutely everything that he was taught in school, his intelligence was quite astonishing. Talking to his friends and getting distracted in class wasn’t really an option for him, so he filled his head with information rather than gossip and talk of normal children things. Graduating from Elementary and transitioning to Junior High, he’d still never spoken a word to any of his peers. The rumors started and they weren’t pleasant. The kids would taunt him, try to get him to speak but he was far too embarrassed and shy to do so. They would only laugh. His voice didn’t sound like theirs at all and he couldn’t help but feel like an outcast. His parents had even given up on him, delving into their work and not even bothering with his speech, though he didn’t let that stop him. Every day, he would stay up late at night, after his parents had gone to sleep, and would practice speaking. Progress was slow but as puberty hit and he stuck to his routine, amazing things started happening. The breathy and raspy sound to his voice was beginning to vanish, the breaks becoming hardly as noticeable. He had never felt more hopeful in all of his life. He started to come out of his shell more, interacting with some of the kids at school, though it was still very timid. He wasn’t ready to dive in too deep yet. His fourteenth year of life proved to be his best, his voice sounding almost completely normal. Prolonged conversation was still difficult, but he had a plan to fix that. To his parents surprise, he began volunteering to read to the Kindergarten classes at the local library, getting both practice and much satisfaction from indulging in his passion, reading.
[15-18] Things had never been better; his grades were superb, his voice was always improving and the rumors about him at school had stopped. People no longer questioned whether he could talk or not, because it was clear that he could. It seemed as if life couldn’t get any better and then...it took a turn for the worse. A calm morning in Fort Valley, Georgia, the smell of fresh grown peaches in the air, he went to the library as was customary on Saturday mornings. The kids were just as excited as always and he couldn’t help but reflect their wonderful attitudes. He had picked out The Very Hungry Caterpillar to read, and started out with his voice gentle and soft, like always. Suddenly though, something happened that he couldn’t explain. The caterpillar in the book began crawling off the page. All of the kids saw, because he dropped the book and a whole ruckus started. He rushed out of there, but the swirling suspicions followed him, making the next two years of his life miserable. He had reverted back to seclusion, not speaking with anyone and trying to understand what had happened that day. Delving into books like never before, he found that a deep passion for them was truly awakening, even though he’d always loved to read. He only ever dared to read aloud when he was alone, in his bedroom. It was there that he discovered what he was truly capable of. He flew under the radar as much as he could after that, never volunteering to read again and talking as little as possible to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. He was different. He always had been. When the letter came, he finally felt like he could be accepted and taught to reach his full potential. WIth that hope and the long lost support of his parents, he sought out a fresh start.
[Strengths]
+Self Control
+Perseverance
+Memorization
+Vocabulary
+Fluent Speech
[Weaknesses]
-Choking Under Pressure
-Being Forgetful When Rushed
-His Soft and Gentle Nature
-Vulnerability
-His Journal
-Caffeine
[Likes]
*Reading
*Studying
*Peaches
*Huskies
*Shakespeare
[Dislikes]
•Large Crowds
•Feelings of Intimidation
•Threats
•Children’s Books
•Seafood
~{Relationships}~
Family:
{Annabel Lee Drew} Mother, Children’s English Teacher
{Edgar Allan Drew} Father, College Literature Professor
{Luna} Dog, Female
Friends:
Ollie’s friends are mostly character’s from his favorite books, seeing as he can form actual relationships with them. People have tended to shy away from him because of his quiet and soft spoken nature, assuming that he is weird and simply an introverted freak but that isn’t the case. So, to his dismay, his classmates and such couldn’t really be considered friends. Though, he hopes to finally be able to make some that aren’t brought to life from the pages of hardbacks at the Academy.
Crushes/Love Interest Type
While he has always had a small crush on Juliet Capulet, his real interest in women are far from what he finds within the pages of Romeo and Juliet. His dream girl is someone who will accept him and not treat him like he’s weak, even though he is. While violence doesn’t suit him, neither does being babied and that’s precisely what he doesn’t want in a relationship. It would have to be be rooted in love, truth and loyalty because his fragile heart could never take betrayal well. While he would want someone who could see more than weakness in him, he would definitely need someone who could take care of him.
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{Relationship Status} Single
{Other} (view spoiler)
Type: Manipulation
{First Name} Oliver
{Middle Name} Jaxon
{Last Name} Drew
{Nickname} Ollie (view spoiler)
{Age} 18
[Birthday] April 20th
{Birthplace} Fort Valley, GA
[Birth Time] 8:16am
{Gender} Male
[Sexuality] Straight
{Appearance}
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[Hair] Brown, Fluffy, Untamed
[Eyes] Brown
[Height] 5’ 7
[Weight] 141
[Skintone] Fair
[Build] Slim and Frail
[Accent] Hint of Southern
[Scent] Paper and Mahogany (view spoiler)
{Piercings, Markings, etc} Oliver has a birthmark on the underside of his jaw that closely resembles the shape of his favorite fruit; a peach.
{Personality}
Oliver is not the kind of guy you would meet everyday. He is loving, sweet, kind, gentle and extremely soft spoken. He is compassionate and is much more prone to express his emotions, rather than hide them like most guys his age would do. Vulnerability is something that comes along with his personality. He wears his heart on his sleeve, but it hasn’t been much of a problem because nobody has ever tried to take it or manipulate it. He is rather innocent in that his background left him fairly sheltered, but he definitely understands how dangerous the world can be and as a result he is extremely cautious. He is shy around people that he doesn’t know, but if you bring up literature at all, you can be sure that you’ll be getting an earful. He could talk for days about all of the poems and books that he fancies.
{History}
[0-7] Oliver was born on a rather chilly April morning, three months earlier than when his due date was set. With his parents flustered and the doctors fretting, he was successfully brought into the world prematurely. However, his vocal cords and lungs were severely underdeveloped and he spent the first six months of his life cooped up in the hospital, fighting for his life. Every breath he took was like a step forward, towards a hopefully healthy and bright future. When he was three months old, his body had formed quite well and he had improved considerably. He was released on the condition that he would be hooked up to a respirator when he was sleeping, simply to ensure that he was getting the oxygen that his fragile body needed. WIth the regular administration of oxygen during his sleep, he continued to grow over the days that turned into weeks and the weeks that turned into months. His lungs developed steadily with the assistance of the respirator, but his vocal cords were still relatively weak and even when he was two years old, he still couldn’t speak. The doctors didn’t have any answers, all they suggested was that they give him time. Around the age of four, speech started to come at an extremely slow rate. His first word wasn’t comprehensible at all and down to this day, his parents still have no idea what he had said. His voice was constantly breaking as he grew up, seeming to get better each year but only his parents could ever understand him. They knew that school was going to be a challenge for him, so they took the initiative to make things as easy for him as they could, knowing that he was struggling fiercely to communicate. They taught him to read and write before he started Kindergarten, teaching him to write out what he wanted to say instead of saying it, though his desire to speak made him very unhappy with the decision his parents had made for him. The years passed by and he was always quiet at school, never speaking and always writing what he wanted to say.
[8-14] Absorbing absolutely everything that he was taught in school, his intelligence was quite astonishing. Talking to his friends and getting distracted in class wasn’t really an option for him, so he filled his head with information rather than gossip and talk of normal children things. Graduating from Elementary and transitioning to Junior High, he’d still never spoken a word to any of his peers. The rumors started and they weren’t pleasant. The kids would taunt him, try to get him to speak but he was far too embarrassed and shy to do so. They would only laugh. His voice didn’t sound like theirs at all and he couldn’t help but feel like an outcast. His parents had even given up on him, delving into their work and not even bothering with his speech, though he didn’t let that stop him. Every day, he would stay up late at night, after his parents had gone to sleep, and would practice speaking. Progress was slow but as puberty hit and he stuck to his routine, amazing things started happening. The breathy and raspy sound to his voice was beginning to vanish, the breaks becoming hardly as noticeable. He had never felt more hopeful in all of his life. He started to come out of his shell more, interacting with some of the kids at school, though it was still very timid. He wasn’t ready to dive in too deep yet. His fourteenth year of life proved to be his best, his voice sounding almost completely normal. Prolonged conversation was still difficult, but he had a plan to fix that. To his parents surprise, he began volunteering to read to the Kindergarten classes at the local library, getting both practice and much satisfaction from indulging in his passion, reading.
[15-18] Things had never been better; his grades were superb, his voice was always improving and the rumors about him at school had stopped. People no longer questioned whether he could talk or not, because it was clear that he could. It seemed as if life couldn’t get any better and then...it took a turn for the worse. A calm morning in Fort Valley, Georgia, the smell of fresh grown peaches in the air, he went to the library as was customary on Saturday mornings. The kids were just as excited as always and he couldn’t help but reflect their wonderful attitudes. He had picked out The Very Hungry Caterpillar to read, and started out with his voice gentle and soft, like always. Suddenly though, something happened that he couldn’t explain. The caterpillar in the book began crawling off the page. All of the kids saw, because he dropped the book and a whole ruckus started. He rushed out of there, but the swirling suspicions followed him, making the next two years of his life miserable. He had reverted back to seclusion, not speaking with anyone and trying to understand what had happened that day. Delving into books like never before, he found that a deep passion for them was truly awakening, even though he’d always loved to read. He only ever dared to read aloud when he was alone, in his bedroom. It was there that he discovered what he was truly capable of. He flew under the radar as much as he could after that, never volunteering to read again and talking as little as possible to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. He was different. He always had been. When the letter came, he finally felt like he could be accepted and taught to reach his full potential. WIth that hope and the long lost support of his parents, he sought out a fresh start.
[Strengths]
+Self Control
+Perseverance
+Memorization
+Vocabulary
+Fluent Speech
[Weaknesses]
-Choking Under Pressure
-Being Forgetful When Rushed
-His Soft and Gentle Nature
-Vulnerability
-His Journal
-Caffeine
[Likes]
*Reading
*Studying
*Peaches
*Huskies
*Shakespeare
[Dislikes]
•Large Crowds
•Feelings of Intimidation
•Threats
•Children’s Books
•Seafood
~{Relationships}~
Family:
{Annabel Lee Drew} Mother, Children’s English Teacher
{Edgar Allan Drew} Father, College Literature Professor
{Luna} Dog, Female
Friends:
Ollie’s friends are mostly character’s from his favorite books, seeing as he can form actual relationships with them. People have tended to shy away from him because of his quiet and soft spoken nature, assuming that he is weird and simply an introverted freak but that isn’t the case. So, to his dismay, his classmates and such couldn’t really be considered friends. Though, he hopes to finally be able to make some that aren’t brought to life from the pages of hardbacks at the Academy.
Crushes/Love Interest Type
While he has always had a small crush on Juliet Capulet, his real interest in women are far from what he finds within the pages of Romeo and Juliet. His dream girl is someone who will accept him and not treat him like he’s weak, even though he is. While violence doesn’t suit him, neither does being babied and that’s precisely what he doesn’t want in a relationship. It would have to be be rooted in love, truth and loyalty because his fragile heart could never take betrayal well. While he would want someone who could see more than weakness in him, he would definitely need someone who could take care of him.
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{Relationship Status} Single
{Other} (view spoiler)
That reminds me of the Inkheart movie and Silver Tongues.
First Name} Charles{Middle Name} Edburn
{Last Name}Pierce
Aka: Mr. Nightmare
{Age} 54
[Birthday] 10/31
[Zodiac Sign:]Scorpio
{Birthplace}London,England
[Birth Time]10:31
{Gender}Male
[Sexuality]Heterosexual
{Appearance}
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[Hair]Black
[Eyes]Gray
[Height]5'11
[Weight]200
[Skin tone] Olive
[Build]Average
{Piercings, Markings, etc}None
{Personality}
Charles can be summed up in three words, an evil bastard. Growing up in a very wealthy family he has always believed in a sense of self entitlement and that his needs far exceed the needs of anyone else. His greed is nearly unsurpassed by anyone else as he will do whatever he can to get more money, if if that mean tearing down schools and orphanages for the needy just to get it. His selfishness knows no bounds as well as he always makes sure to put himslef before anyone else, even his group and even sacrificed his family to save himslef. So in the end never amke a deal with him or team up. Cause when it falls down you wont even be worth scuff of his shoe to him.
{History}
Charles was born into a very wealthy aristocratic family in London England. His father was the head of the shipping industry thus making enough money for him never having to work a day in his life.Growing up his father was often very distant and cold but taught him one valuable lesson, that when it all came down to it. Money was everything and that he shouldn't let anything get in his way getting it. And that single piece of advice allowed Charles his entire life. As he got older he began to become a slipping image of his father by taking over his company and becoming as cold as he was. Of course he married and had a song and daughter but he never really cared, it was all about the money with him. He tore down schools and orphanages just to make sure he could keep his wealth and became a true force in the royal kingdom. Until Karm a finally hit him and a massive tornado began to rip through London heading straight toward his mansion. In his depression Charles began praying for help when a man wearing black and in his late twenties appeared to him and told him that his name was Eizekial an d that he would let him live for a small price... his soul. Charles agreed and when the tornado ripped through his mansion he survived without a scratch on him, but his joy of survival was short lived when his shipping company hit rock bottom due to the tornado ripping up the docks and soon he was gonna be poor and out on the streets. He couldn't take it, and in his despair Eizekeial appeared to him again with another offer. That he would make him different from all men, more powerful then all men, but of course, it came with a small price. He had to let him take the souls of his family. Charles thought about it but agreed, he would rather then die them him be poor. So the demon gave him the powers of dream and nightmare control. With these new found power he realized he needed to rebuild his empire, so he became the highest paying job he could "a mutant bounty hunter and founded Septum Tri with other powerful individuals and began to pick off the mutants one by one.
[Strengths]
+ Dream Manipulation (view spoiler)
+ Nightmare Manipulation (view spoiler)
+ Manipulation/Persuasion
+Being a leader
[Weaknesses]
- Cannot effect those with Oneiric Immunity
- If the target does not have anything to be afraid of then Mr. Nightmare cannot control their nightmares.
-Psychic Shield cancels his powers.
-Is alot weaker in the real world without Oneirofiery
[Likes]
*Money
*Order
*The Fine Arts
*Classic Music
*Luxary
[Dislikes]
•Weak minded people
•The Poor
•Teenagers
•Pathetic People
~{Relationships}~
Family: All dead
Friends:Dont make me laugh
Crushes/Love Type: All he cares about is money, so love is out of the picture, and after selling his soul he doesnt really feel love anymore
{Relationship Status}Not looking
{Other} Leads a group called Septum Nex
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