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Post by Shura on Nov 20, 2003 15:25:08 GMT -5
Chars in this freefrom RP must be mutants with one primary power eg. superhuman physical attributes, energy maipulation, psychic powers, mutability of form etc. Join as a student or faculty member for some free Rping before action starts.
Zaen strolled down the hallway on his way to history class, reflecting on his life. He was in an academy for gifted youngsters, mainly orphans, leftovers from a generation altered by widespread radiation and genetic engineering. A mere babe when the Great Wars ravaged the planet and civilisation withdrew to small, isolated communties such as Haven, the city that the Academy was attached to.
The Academy was a world of it's own, presided over by the great psychic, scholar and philosoper, Dr.Karpov, where the students lived and worked to develop their talents and learn the more mundane studies as well.
Zaen was 17, and had lived within it's walls for as long as he could remember, taking occasional trips to Haven, and the surrounding wasteland. He was thankful that haven was one of the rarer outposts that made use of advanced technology, as advanced as the digital age had been, anyway.
That he was a mutant was obvious to anyone who paid attention to detail. His hair was a light silvery colour, short, spiked at the fringe and at a contrast to his tanned skin. His moody eyes were a striking purple colour, with a white jagged streak that cut the iris in half like an extremely thin lightning stroke. He was of middling build, and although it did not show, he was stricken by a constant, terrible weakness which would normally incapacitate him were it not for the drugs he took daily. But despite this, he had been told that he was the most advanced psioic in the Academy, excelling in telekinesis and energy manipulation, though professor Karpov believed that much more could be unlocked if he learned to control it. That was also a problem, as sometimes the sioic energy would lash out indiscriminately when he was under extreme stress.
Zaen's radical mutations had made him largely unpopular at the school, though he did have one true friend. That was Alex, an almost polar opposite to himself. While he was terribly weak, Alex's hulking, handsome frame made him easily one of the strongest students on campus. While Zaen was highly intelligent, Alex was not given to philosophy or contemplation, but he enjoyed physical sport. While Zaens powers lay in his psionics, Alex's regeneration power, extreme strength and endurance meant that his skills lay on the other sid eof the board. Nevertheless they were best friends, as together they made up for each others defects. Alex would help Zaen in his martial arts training (using his strength drugs) and Zaen woul lend a hand during academic studies.
It was a warm, lazy summers day, and Zaen wondered if any oither students were taking their own sweet time to get to class.
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Post by Trickshot on Nov 20, 2003 17:21:07 GMT -5
Fynn ran through the dorm hall. He was late for history, and he hadn't studied for the test on the battle of Vernon Mount. The professor would kill him, due to his power he had little patience for forgetfulness. Dr. Hampton remembered everything. From the dates of every political treaty signing to what he had for breakfast on the 4th of May - back when he was seven years old. It was this mutation that had speeded him through university at the age of 14. Fynn was 17 and had a hard enough time with putting the events that lead up to the Great War in sequential order. It wasn't that he was stupid. Give him any formula and he could solve it in minutes - it was what made him such a good programmer. He remembered the time he had hacked the schools database to change that Alex's science grade to keep him on the ball team, or when he saved Naomi's English coursework after she accidentally deleted it; retrieving the code string by string from the hard drive's temporary storage cache.
He had been running for a solid minute, and his pumping legs were exhausted. He slowed and pulled up the goggles he kept hanging around his neck, fixing them over his eyes. His body glowed gold, and vibrant energy instantly flowed around him. He manipulated his personal field, concentrating it to his hands and bringing them behind his back. He jumped into the air and let loose, thundering down the arts corridor with a viciously snaking yellow trail behind him. He was thankful for the goggles as his eyes could not take the short range exposure to his aura for long. As he flew past the classrooms, his reflection was burned momentarily into the decorative mirrors that dotted the walls. These snapshots of his motion fused to the glass by the discharge from his field captured his visage perfectly. Short brown hair adorned his scalp, his thin frame twisting as he moved through the air. His skin was of a normal shade compared with the rest of the pupils, except for the energy burns that ran all over his body. This was from the first time he unleashed his powers. His body took about 5 seconds to adjust to the field. 5 seconds of agonising pain and scarring that Fynn would never forget. Still, the cuts had eventually closed and all that was left was the brown-ochre pattern that ran over his skin. It was all joined up in a continuous flowing shape, looking somewhat like a tatoo design. It was almost beautiful, except for the memories it invoked every time Fynn ran his finger over what had been one of the deeper ones which still retained a slight ridge.
Sighting the history door ahead, Fynn glanced at his watch. Only 5 minutes late, its not too bad. And then he crashed straight into Zaen, who had just turned the corner.
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Post by Wyrmfire on Nov 23, 2003 4:09:02 GMT -5
Cicero jumped out of the way as a brightly glowing figure blew past him into another student. The figure would have been too fast for most to see coming, but Cicero saw Fynn several bends of the hallway away. Running over to the pile-up, he extended a hand to help the unfortunate participants up. On this hand were rapidly fading sparks of light that weaved all over his skin in a complicated pattern. "Jeez, guys, are you okay? I've seen gentler car accidents! Let me help you out there."
Cicero was fairly short, with constantly untidy hair and clothes that are a couple sizes too big. He always tried to be friendly, because he was fairly young for the academy(fifteen) and new here, but also because people don't look at their wallets as closely when you're nice. His parents had been killed years before, in one of the later atomic blasts, and this had left him with a chronic fear of being left alone. He used his powers to get by for a while, but he was caught stealing when he let his guard down, and only the uncommon kindness of the local law enforcement sent him to the academy instead of the wilderness outside of town.
Cicero had the ability to manipulate photons. He could use this to create perfectly convincing illusions, although only in the visual sense, and also to see around corners and "zoom in" as if he were looking through a microscope. He used his powers often, in part because he was still trying to get over the sense of vertigo that his own powers gave him, but also because the use of his powers caused sparks of light to travel over his body, an effect he liked.
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Post by Trickshot on Nov 23, 2003 16:38:47 GMT -5
"Sorry, Zaen" said Fynn as he rubbed a hand over his head. He picked up his rucksack from the floor. "And thanks, Cicero," he added, subtley patting his pocket to check that his wallet was still there. After all, he knew full well why Cicero was at the academy. Fynn didn't dislike him at all, in his opinion he was good kid, but was always cautious when he was around. "Guess that power of yours saw me coming, huh? Good thing or I'd probably of hit both of you." Fynn gave a nervous laugh to test if anyone was angry with him.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Nov 23, 2003 22:57:52 GMT -5
Zero closed the door of the restroom and began to walk down the hall. His long brown hair trailed behind him in it's usual braid as he put on his sunglasses. Not that he was one of those kind of mutants, no his X factor was a bit different. First was his low-level precognition, which only seemed to work in battle, allowing him to dodge almost any strike as if it was in slow motion.
His main power though was largely undeveloped due to his recent arrival here and realization of it's existance. He was able to manipulate the life energy in his body, conceavably allowing him to fly, heal, fire energy blasts, and form energy weapons. But that was beyond him for now, his only means of defense is the wooden katana hidden in in his leather jacket.
His boots clicked on the floor as he walked down the hall, ignoring a group of older girls who pointed at the priest's collar and the Japanese style school uniform he wore. Not that he was a priest, he just like the way they looke on him. He smiled and blew a bubble as he came about the corner and saw a few kids had been involved in a collision. He wiped the smile from his face and walked past, only saying one thing in a perfectly monotone voice. "Your all Late."
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Post by Wyrmfire on Nov 24, 2003 2:16:20 GMT -5
Cicero rolled his eyes dramatically. "Who cares about history anyway? It's not like we'll ever use it, and I can get Zaen's help with some 'studying'."
The boy concentrated for a moment, and suddenly his head was a satirical version of the professor's, with an oversized nose and ears, and coke-bottle glasses. "I know everything. Do more homework. Shine my shoes or I'll give you an F. Poo-poo."
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Post by Shura on Nov 24, 2003 6:27:26 GMT -5
Zaen cursed under his breath, but was only mildly irritated. He ws more concerned for Alex, who ws rubbing his head. As the crash happened Zaen had involuntarily released a tiny psychic shockwave which had given him a headache nothing more.
He reproached Fynn, 'Ouch, can't you see past those goggles of yours. Maybe that'll teach you to stop playing superman when there's other people in the hall.'
'Cicero, have you taken anything? Don't make me probe you.'
Alex stood up aggressively, but Zaen held a hand in front of him, holding him back. 'Was just kidding, man. He's alright.'
After dusting himself down, he followed Zero into the classroom. 'What are you so smug about anyway? You're just as late as the rest of us and once your energy factor improves you'll make some mistakes too.'
As they entered, it was apparent thatv their seats were the only ones still empty. Professor Wong, a tall but slight man who wore a suit and thin spectacles at all times, was drawing up a list on the board. WHen the latecomers arrived, he spoke without even looking at them.
'Fynn, late 8 times this term, I would that htta you of all people could get here quickly'
'Cicero, late 13 times this term. A life of vagrancy beckeons...'
'Zero, Zaen and Alex. I am most disappointed that you have soiled your so far impeccable records. Get to your seats.'
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Post by Hussar on Nov 24, 2003 7:41:10 GMT -5
Apple polisher Michael Whiteland sat near the window smirking at the latecomers. He sighed to himself and went back to his history book. Of course, he had no need to read it. Because of his link to machines, he could pick out any piece of information in the book simply by accessing the internet. Any machine with any sort of electronic component is his to command. He lives in a world surrounded by a constant bombardment of information leaked into the air by electronics.
This knowledge gave him incredible creative abilities. Give him a set of tools and some parts and he could create a cold fusion reactor.
Even though he looked like he was reading, he was actually surfing some of his favourite websites while simultaneously cracking several government databases for fun.
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Post by Agent Regina on Nov 24, 2003 9:55:09 GMT -5
Kalama (which is a Hawaiian female name meaning; flaming torch.) sat staring ahead at the front of the history classroom, she wasn't feeling especially happy today. Kalama doodled on her workpad and decided to chew aimlessly on her pen. Her dark ebony hair reached just past her chin, and her red specked eyes wandered around to see her classmates fall into the room, her small glasses nearly fell off her face when she was woken up from her daydreaming session.
"Ugghh, I hope it's not this bad all the time." She muttered.
She wore a longsleeve polar neck top, a beautiful purple colour, and she wore a long heel-length skirt in a dark shade of brown. The clacking of her black boots against the floor as she shifted in her seat uneasy of being a 'new girl' and being a 17 year old orphen she wasn't too happy about her situation either.
~A mutant....~ She reminded herself of her present situation,........and had to control her emotions; the tears almost welling up in her eyes. This was so hard for her to do, a new school, a new place to live.
Kamala was a mutant of fire, she gained this ability through great sacrifice, one which burdened her always.
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Post by Wyrmfire on Nov 24, 2003 14:13:35 GMT -5
Cicero tried to keep himself occupied by playing with the new watch that Fynn "gave" him, but he quickly tired of it. Looking out the window (from across the room, since he had a bad habit of slipping out when nobody was watching), he noticed that Kalama was looking a little depressed. Holding his recent find up unobtrusively behind his desk, he wrote a few words in the air with his finger: "Want it? Good watch."
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Post by Trickshot on Nov 24, 2003 15:42:55 GMT -5
Fynn snapped his pencil lead as he frantically made notes, trying to win back the approval of Professor Wong. He muttured under his breath and quickly pushed more leads out to the tip. In his haste, he held down the button too long and ejected the entire contents of his mechanical pencil onto his textbook. He paused to note the interesting shapes they made, and then swept them on to the floor with his hand. He decided that he'd done enough for one history lesson, and used his mid-row seat privileges to look around at some of the other students. He noticed the new girl looking a bit unsettled, and saw Cicero trying to cheer her up with something. He couldn't make it out from this angle, but he didn't care that much anyway. A quick glance at Michael revealed that he was surfing the net, aswell as a few more interesting activities. Being a computer person himself, Fynn could recognise the concentration that others missed. He subtley pulled out his palm-pilot and started up an instant message, which he knew Michael would detect instantly. He wrote: "Hey pal, how's it going? Just thought I'd let you know that the encryption on the IDSU mail database isn't so hot, it's probably your best way in." Fynn replaced the pocket PC and slouched over his desk, thumbing through the pages of his textbook. He wondered how much of this lesson was left. He made to look at his watch and realised it wasn't there. Cicero! He screwed up a ball of paper and threw it at the thief's head when Wong's back was turned, and then proceeded to make more notes. Fynn hoped that now that Cicero knew that he knew the whereabouts of his watch he wouldn't have to resort to anything more severe, and that Cicero would simply give it back.
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Post by Wyrmfire on Nov 24, 2003 17:36:54 GMT -5
Rubbing the back of his head with a wounded air, Cicero turned back towoards Fynn and tossed back the watch. Too bad he caught me, it was a good one, he thought wistfully. By way of apology, he tossed his friend a pencil, too. It was his only one, but it wasn't like he actually needed one to take notes. He would have to concentrate until he could get it transcribed, but the glowing would be worth it.
Unfortunately the professor saw the last part of the exchange, and looked grumpily at Cicero. He did his best to look innocent of any wrongdoing, complete with a shining halo over his head, but the professor just harrumphed and went back to the usual boring stuff. Relieved, the boy went back to yawning, and looking around outside, although he started getting a little dizzy when he went fairly far out.
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Post by Hussar on Nov 25, 2003 1:08:54 GMT -5
*The words, "Thanks a bunch" scrawl their way across Fynn's palmtop.* Michael smiles beautifically.
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Post by Agent Regina on Nov 25, 2003 3:59:34 GMT -5
Kamala had noticed the attempt to brighten her spirits and smiled at the amusement of the two friends over the watch.
~Perhaps it won't be that bad...~She thought.
The Professor had expained the current topic to her long before the class began and so she was making notes with her notepad and pen. She seemed to be doing quite well, obviously she had burried herself in her studies far too often during her lifetime, and therefore needed no help to get up to date with the work, as well as making notes on the present lesson.
~I wonder who they all are?~ Her mind wandering from the task at hand.
~Well, there's a time and place for introductions, get to work.~ She mentally scolded herself and returned to work.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Nov 25, 2003 11:12:39 GMT -5
Zero was leaning back in his chair, attempting to balance a pencil on his finger. He had removed his gum earlier as it's flavor had run out. Concentrating he furrowed his brow and stabbed a note as it flew past the back of his head. He smiled slightly and opened it, sighing he crumbled it. ~Always talking about me... it gets old.~ He tossed it over his shoulder and pulled an old Gameboy Color from his jacket. Glancing around, he flicked on the power and began to play Mortal Kombat 3. He muttered to himself, "Never a boring moment at Mutant High..."
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