Hope [R16+] (OOC/SU)

Swolligator · Jul 30, 2011

"When there is nothing left to live for and no one left to turn to; there is only Hope."

Hope, something you don't have much of. It's a funny thing that when your life gets turned upside down, the one thing you have left is hope; hope of a better future, a better outcome, a better life. But none of that matters now, where you were in the past and where you will be in the future mean nothing to where you are in the present. Right now you are an outcast, a traitor to your race, a heretic. However it was not you who chose to be like this; it was you who were chosen to be like this: a chosen few set amongst the rest.

Like your fallen comrades from society, you possess something extraordinary, something reserved for the television and comic books for people to awe over. You possess an ability of sorts, one different from each other out there that allows you to have extraordinary feats. From conjuring fire to changing form, animating sculptures to destroying buildings, you each possess abilities different from everyone else. No two people share the same ability. While some come very close to having the same ability, their difference is still there.

However, in today's society, having abilities is not as revered as it was decades ago. Now people are actually fearful and hateful towards those with abilities; even one's own family would turn against them as if they possessed some sort of deathly disease. With no place to call home and unable to contain the power within, people cursed with abilities do the only thing that they can; they go on the run. Many run to escape from those that want to kill them, in search for a bright future for them; a place called Hope.

Hope is something of a myth. A place lost to normal society bar legends told by drunken patrons and school children; a place where people with powers are said to live together in peace. The only problem is that due to the amount of discrimination in the world; Hope was long ago lost and some even doubt its existence, but for those on the run, finding the place called hope is their only chance of a bright future. The location of Hope has been lost; nobody but its citizens hiding in secret knows of its location, so many die before they can reach sanctity. A haven lost in time is the goal; one not many people make.

Finding a place called Hope is not the only problem people with abilities face. Religious zealots believe anyone with abilities to be demons that need to be wiped off the face of the earth. Average citizens feel uncomforted by the presence of ability ridden people within their midst. Practically everyone on the face of the planet is against you and your kind; only a few will aid you in any way they can. Even these kinds of people are as rare as yourselves. Anyone with a gun is likely to shoot you; the armies, navies and air forces of the world are actively hunting you. For people with abilities; the whole world is against them. Well, most of it anyway.

Outcaste by your friends and family, actively hunted by strangers and trained forces, treated less than human, you must go on the run, search for a long lost Hope that is your survival in this offal pit of a world. Others like you but in different ways are also doing the same, some longer than others, it would be wise to team up with others to better ensure your safety, but then again, two's a couple and three's a crowd…

Scattered in all reaches of the world, every year people run to survive and hope for salvation. The probability of these people surviving is slim, the probability of finding Hope even slimmer. A fight for the death against the world is your present and you must fight your hardest to survive, or perish in the annals of history.

So are you ready? Hope awaits.

Accepted Characters:
雷影イチロ as Michael Beleren - Multi-Vision
Skymin as Oakley Madison - Growth Armour
The Final Watchman as Brian Sheppard - Direct Energy Manipulation
Raikiri as Christian Calaway - Smoke Manipulation
Eight as Justin Handel - Thermal Energy Manipulation

SU:

Spoiler:

Rules:

1) First and foremost; activity is a must. If you can't keep active in the RP (something around 2-3 posts per week), then don't apply. I've had RP's die due to inactivity. If you are going to be inactive for a long period of time, please notify me, and you will be kept in the RP, able to catch up when you return. Failure to do so will result in being booted out.

2) There will be no reservations, so it is up to you to get your SU done.

3) Secondly, I am the GM so my word is law, which means that there is to be no plot or character Bunnying unless otherwise given permission and Godmodding is an absolute no. You will get three chances and three warnings, once all three have been given then you are booted out. You have been warned.

4) Realistic and literate posts are a must. Sometimes taking more time to write a post makes it better. I would like this RP to be close to reality, so keep things realistic unless it comes to your ability. Having a nice long, descriptive post is much nicer than short one-liners, but sometimes, as in conversations, it is hard to do this, but include thoughts and feelings to add more guts to it. Using txt language will not be tolerated either, it's just messy and disgusting.

5) Thirdly, the RP is set for R16+ due to the level of reality wanted. So this means violence, but limited gore. No adult themes, but relationships are allowed. Swearing and cursing are to be kept to a minimum. Anything that is past this will get a warning for you to tone it down.

6) So I know you have read the rules, and not copied someone else, please PM me, in your own words, the main idea of the rules. You will get accepted once I receive this PM.

7) Overall, have fun and respect your fellow role players. It's not fun when someone slows us down or when they go "Superman" on us. You will lose more than you win, you are only human after all, and you just have the luck (or lack thereof) to possess abilities.

Skymin · Aug 1, 2011

Ah! Yes!! <: I'll get cracking!!

UNDER CONSTRUCTION!

Main Information:

Name: Oakley Madison
Age: 23 (born 12th October)
Height: 167cm / 5' 6"
Weight: 57kg / 128lbs
Location: Melbourne, Australia

Appearance:

Nationality: Caucasian

Physical: Oakley is fair in all aspects of her body. Her long, ringleted hair with a clean and neat fringe practically glows a light blonde, her skin pale and unblemished by pimples (apart from a mole on her chin and small scratches on her face) and her face quite attractive. She is averagely tall and less-than-averagely weighted. Her teeth are straight (due to years of braces when she was younger) and her eyes are a milk-chocolate brown, practically melting in her eye sockets. She keeps herself clean and well groomed; there is rarely food on her face or dirt on her hands. She is perfectly average, except for the odd growth of armor on her right hand (though does spread to random parts of the body depending on the situation (you should probably go read the ability section now)). Though whenever the armor grows, she keeps it in pristine condition. However, once it grows over her fingers, the tips become quite sharp and she has a tenancy to accidentally scratch herself when she touches her face or arms.

Clothing: Oakley has always been partial to summer dresses, leggings and a pair of ballet flats, fit with appropriate accessories, such as an anklet, a simple necklace or a flower clip in her hair. During the winter though, she wears tight jeans and a cute top, with maybe a hoodie or a jacket. She dresses cute, simple and a little bit "classic", picking patterns, designs and accessories that seem to have come from an indie band's album art or a museum exhibition featuring 1800s daily life. To hide her ability though, she would wear gloves, a coat or perhaps even a fake cast. Though when the armor grows past her bicep, it is practically impossible to hide.

Personality: Quirky and awkward are words that are frequently used to describe Oakley, though awkward is the more honest approach and quirky is just a filler space to protect her feelings. Sure, she can talk to people fine and she has no trouble making friends, but as soon as something slides from the status quo, she crumbles, she panics, she stutters, she twitches, she has a hard time trying to find the right words. If something is causing a problem, she'll avoid it until it goes away or inevitably unnoticeable, and then she'll avoid it some more.

When nothing's bothering her, Oakley likes to enjoy her life. She can be fairly optimistic when things are going well or sticking to a routine.

She has a few habits that could be called annoying; constant tapping, playing with her fingers or touching her face when she's stressed or nervous. Which proves to be quite often. Whenever she's reminded of an unresolved issue, she says a few words to avoid the conversation, rubs her chin, starts to stutter and if the conversation hasn't changed yet, either excuses herself or stays silent. There have been a few situations though where conversations are unavoidable, such as when her parents first found out about her ability.

Oakley has a style in the way she decorates or dresses; alternative or indie would be the best way to describe it. Not exactly hipster, but she likes to use Victorian, Elizabethan and Jacobean era with a contemporary mix of clothing, materials and accessories. She listens to different music and buys different furniture. She likes to be unique.

When push comes to shove, Oakley would be the one to run away. Only if her loved ones are in danger is when she stands to fight, though she would do less punching and act more as a human shield or distraction.

History:

Pre Ability: Oakley was born in Surrey in England, though didn't stay there long enough to remember anything about it. Her parents moved to Melbourne in Australia when she was coming on six months. She grew up like any kid did; went to school, made friends, had trouble with bullies, did homework, had detention, learned an instrument, started high school, made more friends, chose a career, graduated. Everything was going well for her; she planned to study interior design and landscaping at university; it was her dream to buy old, abandoned homes and fix them up. She even started university, moved out of her parents' home and found a group of friends to move in with. Life was grand. Perfect, in fact. Everything was going to plan, everything was going splendidly. She even got a job as she started her second year of university. Nothing could ruin what she had for herself. That was, until her abilities came to the surface.

About three or four years ago, she and her roomates, Kirsten and Stephanie, had been at a bar. Not a particularly flashy one, but decent enough to supply enough liquor for the three to get ridiculously drunk. As it creeped past 2am, the three decided it was probably a fantastic time to head on home. Since a car was totally out of the question, they walked. It wasn't a long walk home, maybe 30 minutes max for their condition. Only problem was that their usual route home was next to a main road, though since it was quite late, there were barely any cars, if not any. Taking this into consideration, the girls walked on the very edge of the road, laughing their way home. Just as they were reaching the home stretch, the last 500m home, a car swerved around the corner at high speeds, heading directly for them. Oakley saw bright lights in her eyes, then darkness.

When Oakley came to, she found herself impaled in a car, staring directly into the face of a bloodied driver. He wasn't dead, oh no, his heavy breathing was much too loud. She looked around the scene, finding Kirsten and Stephanie at her feet. There were a few people standing at the scene, on their phones. One looked directly at Oakley and gave a shout, though it was too muffled to really hear. Then she looked at herself. Her right arm was impaled into the bonnet of the car, though it didn't hurt. No, something didn't feel right about it. She slowly pulled it out, only to discover her arm was not an arm anymore. Grown quadruple its size, it was now covered in silver plates of armor, extending up her arm and to her shoulder. She freaked, she panicked, she tried to pull it off. As she started to hyperventilate, the armor started to move past her shoulder and down her torso, ripping through her shirt and bra as it did so. And it hurt, it hurt like hell. Like her bones were being broken, healed, then re-broken again. She yelled in pain and the small crowd and her now awake friends ran to her side to see what was going on. When she heard mutterings and a "What's wrong with your arm?" from Kirsten, she knew she wasn't hallucinating. The crowd moved in, Oakley panicked some more, the pain grew more intense and then she ran. God knows where she was headed. God knows why her friends stopped chasing her. All she knew was she ran until her body hurt all over, then she ran some more.

Post Ability: After a few miles, she finally figured where she was going. The armor had receded, now back to her shoulder and she needed clothes. She ran home (luckily, her roomates hadn't returned home yet, probably at the hospital), packed her clothes and left. She wasn't sure why she wanted to leave, only that seeing her roomates again was probably a bad idea. The armor had now subsided down her arm and had shrunk back to its normal size, so could be hidden under a coat or something. So she left the suburb and bussed over to a few suburbs over; where her parents lived. She was greeted with happy faces and welcomed her back. She explained she was visiting briefly, though didn't mention why. The night after she came, she wandered into the shed to try and solve her problem. Everyone had heard of the ability-wielding freaks of course, and Oakley could not be one of these. She definitely could not. Her condition had to be forced away. So, she tried to break the armor. It worked, though it was not a simple process. Each piece of armor had a small point where, if hit with a focused amount of force, would break. She found this out the hard way, after a series of hammering, chiseling, screwing and even burning. When the breaking point was found, each piece shattered one by one. And it hurt. Like hell. After a night with a cloth in her mouth, silent yelling, crying and blood all over the table, the armor was removed.

It grew back in the morning, deformed and out of shape along with the agonising pain. Her parents came downstairs to find her trying to rip off the armor. They insisted she saw a doctor but she refused, then avoided the whole subject altogether. Avoided, as in ran away. Her parents called the police to try and find her and figure out exactly what was going on, but she had left before the anyone had the time to arrive.

Now, Oakley lives in a small town in Queensland. She lives in a hostel, works as a mail courier and keeps to herself. She likes the routine that she has built for herself and keeps her armor subdued; it constantly sits halfway up her hand. She's content with her life at the moment, though does miss her old one. Still, nothing has gone wrong in the last three years.

Ability: Oakley has the ability to "grow" a somewhat impenetrable armor on her body, usually on her right arm (though it does crop up on other parts of her body as well). The size, rate of growth and the form it takes all depends on her own emotional turmoil; some days she wakes up and her body is clear of it, other days she could be hopelessly sad and it has formed all the way up her shoulder and down her torso. If her emotions are cluttered, the armor grows in a distorted like fashion and some grows on random parts of her body. If it is focused and directed on one thing, the armor grows solidly up her arm.

As the armor grows, up her arm, it grows in size as well. Once it reaches her shoulder, her entire arm has tripled, quadrupled even, in size. The growth can be a painful process depending on how fast it moves. Slowly, it's like an itch. When it's fast, it's as if her bones are expanding and trying to force through her arms.

She can subdue her armor by calming herself (which isn't particularly easy for her) though it usually disappears completely while she sleeps, though has woken to find it grown over most of her body after a nightmare. Because she is always thinking, most of the time it covers between small plates on her fingers to halfway up her forearm.

Miscellaneous:

Common Saying:"C-can we maybe talk about something else?"

Quest · Aug 1, 2011

~~Under construction as I need history and saying.~~

Edit: I got halfway through the history and writer's block struck... I'm still fighting through it so I may change a hell of a lot later.

Edit: Done for the most part, will likely change a bit more.

Main Information:
Name: Brian Sheppard
Age: 24
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 180 lbs
Location: New York City, New York, United States

Appearance:
Nationality: Caucasian

Physical: Brian is an average man with an average, athletic build. He isn't a small person and no one would classify him as a big mini tank. Being as fit as he is, he has muscle and visible abs from working out and running. His nearly straight white teeth gives him a warm smile, allowing people to feel safe when with him. His face seems to be more of an oval shape without blemishes or scratches of any kind. Naturally, his eyes are a light reddish-mahogany color that have an inner warmness within them. Some may call them odd though after seeing other 'special' stuff, lets just say the eye color wouldn't be that weird.

His skin is a bit pale, putting contrast with his short, messy dirty blonde colored hair. His arms show visible scars from constant fight. Some may call him handsome for these reasons, though he tends to not care. When nervous, happy, or on occasion, extremely angry or sad, his hands will glow from an icy blue to a yellowish white light (Powers will explain).

Clothing: On to clothes and such, Brian seems to look like the average Joe that strolls the streets of NYC. He usually wears his favorite, zip-up blue sweatshirt, most of the time unzipped, over various shirts with several sayings on them, usually motivational or joke one. Besides those shirts, he will tend to where shirts with decals or band shirts. To match this, he is usually found with headphones in his ears.

He tends to wear torn-up jeans with a plain black belt and grey Adidas sneakers. He also wears a necklace with a charm that means fearless. Overall, who would think he was any different?

Personality:
Brian is one of those people who'll stand up for something, whether it be rights or just to protect a loved one. Tending to be kind to others, there is odd accounts where thoughts will go through his head, sometimes after seeing something happen or just the thought if it happening, starts to manifest a feeling of hate in which he has extreme trouble controlling. These were what first let him feel and see his powers. Most of the time though, Brian is calm and collective, never jumping to the extremes.

Some also call Brian adventurous when they meet him, though it was rather forced upon him when people found out about his powers. He was also forced to learn some other stuff, such as parkour and martial arts, to get away from people with guns or who want to kill him, and other language, specifically Spanish and Japanese.

Brian can be trustful with people though, with his secret, it tends to be rather hard most of the time. He'll tend to play video games when extremely bored. Pretty much, he isn't really anti-social at all and loves to hang out with friends.

When nothing is happening, Brian tends to tap his fingers or anything he is able to use into a beat. This habit kinda started back when he was learning to play the drums and it stuck with him ever since.

History:

Pre Ability: Brian was born in Ames, Iowa to a pair of parents who owned a movie theater, meaning his life wasn't to special. Brian, as you would expect, grew up as a normal kid. He went to school, getting both good and bad grades, had friends, met girls. You know everything that normally happens. Everything was good for him, especially when he made a band with his friends. Eventually, he graduated and moved out. No one would of expected anything odd about him and there was no reason too. He was twenty when this all turned around though.

Brian's band mate had secured them a gig at a local club, due to the fact that it was an all age night, and everything was hunky dory. They went in, played a couple songs, and finished within hours. Allowed afterwords by the owner to stay and party for free, they did so, spending the rest of the night there. The party lasted for hours until a scream was heard throughout the club. The band mate and long time thread was on the ground, dead. He had been murdered and Brian was sad, yet furious, activating his ability. Both his hands shown a bright red as he spotted a man leaving through the back door, a blade in hand.

Brian chased after the man, hoping to do something, after all, somone already likely called the cops... After the man turned to face him. The man looked straight at his hands, causing Brian to see them for the first time. Stunned, he lifted them, twitching is right arm a bit, sending a now blue orb of energy at the man. Knowing how people thought of freaks like him, he ran...

Post Ability:

After revealing his power, Brian left not only the club, but the city. Taking all of the money he had and clothes he could carry, he loaded his car and set out.

Brian spent the last four years driving through the country, from Ames to Miami to LA to New York. Not staying in places too long, he recently stopped in New York City. So far, he has been there for the last several months, where he got a job and rented an apartment. Over the years, Brian has gotten more control over his abilities, learning new things about them and seeing his limits. Brian has never thought he would be a hero or anything and has thought about simply never using his powers. Lately, he has thought about staying in NYC, that is until ha heard about Hope.

Ability:
Brian's power is actually quite simple to understand. He is able to manipulate energy. This being the case, Brian is able to make solid beams or blasts from his hands. The way he receives his energy is rather interesting. Brian seems to absorb energy, both electrical and solar. After absorbing, his body seems to change it into a form of ambiance, causing it too easily be focused.

For him, it is easier to control, as he has had it for awhile, and starts when emotions are at a high. He knows when his power is forming as his hands begin to glow, the colors based on his feelings. Red for anger, icy blue for sadness, a yellowish light for happiness, and orange for most other feelings. He always considers himself a human mood ring.

Brian is also able to momentarily hover by allowing the energy from his hands push him off the ground. As his powers are still forming and the amounts of energy changing, know one knows if he could randomly exert it all, causing an overload of sorts. Hopefully, he'll learn to control it completely before this happens.

Miscellaneous:
Theme Song:

Spoiler:

Common Saying:
"Why wouldn't you try? There's no reason to quit."

Swolligator · Aug 1, 2011

Okay people who have posted, I'll have a nice read tonight!

To those who sign up later on, You may have your character speak another language, they don't have to be able to speak any English at all, just as long as your posts are in English. Sometimes its fun to play charades with characters.

Now, bad GM needs to get started on his own SU.

EDIT:
@Skymin, Oakley sounds good, and your ability is fine as well, just waiting on the rest of the History.

@The Final Watchman: Your clothing and personality sections are a little short, they need to be a bit bigger please. Also your power... where does he get the energy from? I'm guessing by the description, it is somewhat similar to Scott (Cyclops) and his brother's power from X-Men. I think this needs a little bit more explanation.

@Arcaray: Your SU is good, however I am going to have to say no to Telekinesis as an ability, it is in a way "too common" and too easily explained. You need an ability that reflects your character as well as not being a common ability. Also you might need to read the rules.

Skymin · Aug 2, 2011

I think I might re write the history for something a little less complicated. BARE WITH ME.

Legend · Aug 2, 2011

First try. I do expect to have to make some changes.

Name: Christian Calaway
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Height: 6"2/ 188cm
Weight: 193lbs/ 88kg
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada, United States

Appearance:
-> Nationality: English

->Physical: Christian is a rather large man, standing tall with a fair amount of muscle growth maintaining an athletic build. His skin is fairly pale, with only his face only a shade darker when compared to the rest of his body. His brown hair is fairly short, with only a few strands brushing across his small cold blue eyes. They are streaks of gray hair resulting from a build up of stress. This makes Christian appear a few years older than he actually is. Christian has a long and thin face to the point of nearly appearing gaunt. Christian has a few battle scars, ruining his near perfect face (sarcasm XP). His nose has a prominent bridge, likely a result of his fair share of broken noses and his chin a small scar running across it. Christian keeps some facial hair, though it is alive only in the form of dark stubble. He has noticeably long arms and legs, with an almost stocky torso in comparison. Christians stands tall with excellent posture, though his posture does not carry over when he sits down, preferring to slouch.

-> Clothing: Christian dresses like a biker in the simplest of terms. He is most recognizable by his motorcycle racing jacket. Its base is black with red and white accents on the sleeves, shoulders and torso. Under the jacket, Christian sports a plain black shirt with no notable designs. However this is rarely seen as he loves his jacket more than he should. Christian favors a faded pair of blue jeans, held up by a leather belt with a silver buckle. To protect his hands, he wears a pair of fingerless black leather gloves. Unlike his blue jeans, the gloves are actually in good condition. Christian's favorite pair of black leather boots are the finishing touch to his look. The boots are relatively pristine despite the fact they are quite worn and fairly dirty, having seen plenty of action in the past year.

Personality: Christian is a man of honor and ideals. He follows his only personal code of justice and is fairly morally conscious, pursuing what he believes is true justice at the time. He punishes those who promote chaos or injustice, and supports those he believes are not. He believes in fairness, but understands that true justice is relative and not an absolute concept. That being said, Christian pursues justice regardless, hoping to make the world a better place one step at a time. Christian's greatest desire is to make a change in the world. At times, Christian has been known to take his personal quest too seriously and be overzealous in his pursuit. He is not above taking morally questionable actions.

Christian is a stern individual, taking life very seriously. He is rigid, structured, methodical, and cautious in all aspects of life. This leads to Christian being strict and overbearing, hating those who are ignorant to the effects of their actions. Stupidity is almost a crime to Christian. He takes life one step at a time and rarely acts on instinct, relying on his intelligence to make the best decision possible. To this end, Christian is an opportunist and is able to capitalize on many opportunities life gives him. Christian remains calm and collected, being logical whenever possible and not letting his emotions govern his actions. Not one for humor and preferring to keep serious, Christian is not a fan of jokes especially those of poor taste. However, he is known for being sarcastic and mutters the occasional wisecrack.

When interacting with others, Christian remains reserved. He enjoys social interaction and speaks with a polite tone, but does not go out of his way to meet people. Rather, he prefers that people approach him. Christian is a reliable person and he is quick to gain others trust (though he is slow to do the same). Christian despises lying and those who lie, rarely associating with those who fail to keep their word. If he is friends with someone, he assumes the role of the honorable friend and does his best to help them in any way he can. He is loyal almost to a fault, seeing treason as a crime. In a large group, Christian favors being in second in command, acknowledging the fact he is poor at motivating others and would make a terrible leader.

Christian is still human and has his faults. As mentioned before, he can be overzealous in his personal quest for justice and is overbearing at times because of his need for order. Christian is judgmental as well, rarely giving those second chances, especially for those who betray him. Christian also does poorly in relaxing, constantly needing to do something. He is known to be stubborn, refusing to admit defeat even in the most foolish of disputes. Christian can also be disrespectful to others if he feels they do not deserve it.

Habits…Christian has a few. His most prominent is that he has a nasty habit of cracking his knuckles especially in stressful situations. Christian also frequents bars or establishments that serve alcohol, as he enjoys alcohol as a means of maintaining his cool, on top of other benefits. He may or may not be an alcoholic.

History:
-> Pre Ability: Christian was born in London, England but his family moved overseas to New York City when he was only 3 years old. For the most part, he spent his days in the Upper East Side, as his father was an influential business man who commanded great wealth. While Christian lived in comfort, he also lived in relative obscurity. He had a poor social life, as he received home schooling from his overbearing and overprotective mother. He had limited time outside of his "classroom" unable to experience the outside world. TV time was limited to an hour and the internet was inaccessible till he was 12. Sheltered, Christian's only interactions outside of his family and books were "rich" people gatherings where he mingled with children that primed for business school like he was. An independent thinker, Christian grew tiresome of these gatherings and as he grew older and he became more outspoken and rebellious. Christian yearned for a more free life and the ability to go out and explore. Eventually his parents caved in to his complaints (mostly his father who was less protective) and he was allowed to attend a public high school program at 14.

It was there that Christian became more exposed to the world. The sheltered life could not prepare him for a world of chaos. Crimes happening regularly and a world that could not help itself bothered him. It motivated Christian to developing his own philosophy and outlined his goals: Christian wanted to help the world the best he could. He took his studies seriously, using the work ethnic that his mother implanted in him by his mother to earn high marks in school.

The outside world was otherwise kind to Christian and he matured like everyone else, experiencing the ups and downs of school life. It was euphoric for a while until he experienced some of the lows such as bullying and heartbreak. Regardless, Christian loved his days in high school…until the event.

-> Post Ability: Christian's powers first manifested at 18 in the middle of gym class. A basketball was coming at him and it phased through his hands, smacking him in the face. When looking at his hands, Christian realized his hands had become little more than vapor. Panicking, Christian ran from school and head home, giving himself the day off to come to terms with this event. Christian spent the next week at home attempting to develop some basic control over this "curse" as he was quick to call it.

Perhaps it is more accurate to say that Christian was only allowed to stay a week in his home. Word was passed around that Christian was a "monster" like the ones from those comic books and movies. Increased police activity hunted for the "freak" and Christian's desired nothing more than Christian's removal. His father was more willing than his mother to offer Christian some help and directed him to a sister of his in North Carolina. Hopping on the next flight down south, Christian left the sights and sounds of New York City for a new beginning.

Christian's aunt was more tolerant of Christian's "gift" and her husband was more than willing to put him to work at motorcycle repair shop. He would repair and build motorcycles for hours receiving lessons from his uncle. Despite having no experience working with his hands, the work was enjoyable and Christian became quite the enthusiast. He even bought his own bike a few years later and did his own customizations to it. Christian's younger cousins thought it was awesome to have a relative with superpowers, and he would often manipulate his generated smoke into shapes and designs to amuse them. For them, it was playtime. For him, it was training. For the next 4 years, Christian was able to live in hiding from being branded a freak.

Christian's safe haven was eventually lost to him thanks in part to the neighbors selling him out after discovering he had powers. Forced to run, Christian packed his bags and rode away on his motorcycle, promising to keep in touch the best he can. With no particular destination in mind, Christian decided to travel cross country. It was the beginning of a vagabond lifestyle.

Travel across the United States was a terrible experience by any stretch of the mind. In fact, it was quite eye-opening. Exposure to new cultures and a better appreciation for life were the first lessons. In his travels, Christian operated in a very methodical manner. Christian would often stop in small towns and cities, work for a time, perform a noble duty in his quest for justice and leave before word of his powers was spread. He decided he would not burden others with his problems and never stay in a given area for more than few weeks. Christian would go to a local bar every night to stay on top of gossip and watch the local news for any significant updates. This process has defined Christian's life for a long time. But it has brought him a new destination.

Hope.

Ability:
Smoke Manipulation: Christian has the ability to control, generate, manipulate and transform into smoke at will. With this power, Christian can become intangible (by transforming his entire body into smoke) and fly (by changing his lower body into smoke and using density properties to maintain a controlled state of flight). When intangible, Christian is immune to most attacks (as well as being able to flutter around as a cloud). The main offensive of this ability of his power comes from his ability to manipulate the density of the smoke produced, being able to grasp his opponent with surrounding smoke (his tight grip can be broken by powerful forces) or he can simply use the smoke as a blunt weapon. He can also shape the smoke into different shapes, just as giant fists, and use them to attack. The trade-off is that Christian must be tangible to attack as when he raises the density of his smoke, it becomes progressively more solid. Therefore, this power is either entirely devoted to offense or defense limiting its adaptability. As his body is a living embodiment of smoke, Christian's principle weaknesses come those provided by smoke. Strong gusts of wind and confined spaces limit Christian's capabilities greatly as they make his powers either difficult to control (wind blows smoke around) or limit the area to operate in. Also Christian's powers require extreme concentration, frequent mental calculations and emotional control. As such stirring Christian's mental and emotional state will cause to make mistakes that develop opportunities for others to take advantage of. Christian's body, as a result of years of intangibility avoiding attacks, has a rather low pain tolerance. Therefore, being physically harmed causes a little more pain than it would for most. Christian's control over his body state is also fickle and finds the control slip from time to time, becoming smoke at inopportune times.

Misc: Christian spends most of his time at bars drinking (rum and cola cocktail please) and smoking (he favors cigars) in a social environment. Because of years spent in bars, Christian has gotten in a number of barfights and has molded the experiences into a makeshift fighting style inspired by boxing, karate and wrestling. While the style is quite brutish, relying on his size and occasionally his superpower, it has proved to be quite effective. He also dreams of experiencing true love like they do in the movies. Christian owns and rides a motorcycle everywhere, performing his own repairs. For a reference of the motorcycle, here is a picture: https://www.ultimatemotorcycling.com/files/2011-kawasaki-ninja-zx-10r-abs-preview 1.jpg He is usually seen writing in a logbook/journal. This is not to be confused with a diary, however. He records all the towns, cities and locations he has been at and the dates that he was in a given area as well as any events that occurred in the time he was in a given location. He also writes down any research he may come across in his search for Hope.

Theme Song: Rise Today by Alter Bridge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljYgGbu7Mcg)

Common Saying: "Where there's smoke, there's fire"

Eight · Aug 2, 2011

Main Information:
Name: Justin Handel
Age: 19
Height: 5'5''
Weight: 126lbs
Location: Brussels, Belgium

Appearance:
Nationality: German
Physical: The Handel men have always been short, and Justin is no exception. However, he does not share their typical stockiness thanks to a side effect of his abilities which gives him a much quicker metabolism, though he did used to be more rotund, similarly to his father. Despite his small frame and thin build, he has a somewhat round face which gives off the impression that he is a much younger man than his years. Adding the fact that any facial hair to grow on his face is very light, it is easy to say that he finds it hard to attract women of his own age (before he obtained his powers, he was the sort of male whose cheeks were targeted by elderly female relatives).

As alluded to briefly before, Justin's hair is fair and his complexion pale - blonde does not show up very well on pallid skin. He is sometimes plagued by acne, but the outbreaks are sparse and not severe - there are one or two 'pits' in his face where particularly troublesome spots have been but these are only noticeable close up. Aside from this, his skin is unblemished, with no freckles, moles or birthmark to distinguish him.

Being on the run has led to Justin avoiding people, but he has always ensured that his hair is kept clean and well-cut (though he is not one to spend hours in front of a mirror grooming himself, he takes pride in his appearance). He maintains that it is easiest to care for when kept short, as he inherited his mother's fine, flyaway locks as opposed to his father's coarseness. The fringe is side swept to the right, and does not obscure his vision in any way. It is not completely straight and somewhat shaggy, but not unkempt to the point where he looks like a tramp, and used to be very light blonde in hue (another trait he shares with his mother, whose family tree contains some Scandinavian blood). Recently, Justin has dared to allow himself to stand out a little more by having his hair (and eyebrows) dyed pillar-box red.

His eyes are nothing remarkable - muddy brown and round - and his lashes are of standard length for a male. One can barely see his eyebrows in some light, and because of this he hates getting sunburn (reddish-pink skin and light hair do not complement one another). His other features are sharp in comparison to his face type, making them seem smaller than they actually are. There is a small cleft in his chin, but other than that, it is not particularly strong or defined.

Clothing: Justin favours simple clothes: jeans and t-shirts make up most of his wardrobe, not that he can fit much in a small wardrobe in a seemingly smaller apartment. His lack of muscles mean that vests and the like look strange on his body, though he will get his legs out on occasion and wear shorts. During the colder months he is seen to be wearing several different t-shirts layered on top of one another (and a thick, hooded jacket, he does have a thinner one for spring and autumn) and large, fleece-lined boots.

There is not much range in the spectrum of colours owned by the German - ironically (and completely coincidentally), he wears the colours of his native country's flag (reds, blacks and orangey-yellows). There are a few shirts in his collection which are blue or green, but these are often shoved to the back of the closet or worn when everything else needs washing and he cannot afford to go to a laundrette. Many of his jeans are long, and the fact that he has not purchased many since the awakening of his powers means that he wears a belt to hold them up. The bottoms of the legs are worn from dragging across the ground, for Justin prefers to wear trainers when not sporting thermal boots.

In terms of accessories, Justin mainly wears fingerless gloves. He will only take them off when bathing, and strangely enough he wears them the wrong way round - that is, so that the 'holes' that would normally be on the backs of the hands are actually on his palms. There is a reason for this, and it lies within his abilities. Other than shades, scarves and baseball caps to hide his face when he ventures into busier areas of the city, there are no more notable accessories.

Personality:
Going on the run and trying not to draw attention to himself has been almost as difficult as controlling his powers, as Justin is a naturally loud and outgoing person who finds it nearly impossible to stay out of the spotlight. He thrives on human contact in the sense that he enjoys people watching and praising him rather than actually interacting with them, but this is not to say that he is a complete narcissist (he does have a large ego and a bundle of self-confidence to go with it, but he usually means no harm). Because of his personality, he finds it hard to make friends, for he would rather let them come to him than to put the effort in himself. When friends with someone (and it doesn't take much for Justin to accept someone as his friend), he puts himself first but not intentionally. It takes a lot to make him realise his own selfishness, and also for someone to build up their worth in his eyes.

Another important facet of his personality is his temper. Though he appears laid back and calm, his temper is fairly short - sometimes he will go into a rage at the slightest incomprehensible thing and not stop until he has no more energy to be angry; Justin becomes angry more than he becomes sad, believing it to be a complete and utter waste of time to mope and dwell on things, such as having to leave one's family. He has few secrets aside from the obvious, and is generally an open book. It is seemingly impossible for him to be anything but a good citizen, but this is not to say that he does not possess a mean streak - he can be vindictive, if given the right motive and wound up the wrong way. Justin hold grudges for a long time, and is the type of person to remember the most minor of arguments and upsets. Strangely, his memory seems to fail in all other cases.

Justin loves the company of women, though his brashness and childish features often turns them off. He has not been completely unsuccessful in the past and has had one or two serious relationships (both rather short-lived due to his personality). His passion for the opposite sex makes him a very competitive person, and only serves to enhance his attention-craving persona - he is very competitive. However, if he does ever find someone who can put up with his idiosyncrasies, he will eventually become attached to them and seem a very different person.

There is more to Justin than meets the eye. He may seem like a headstrong idiot who rushes into everything he does, but in actuality he is very intelligent - he is just lazy and feels that being smart does not impress as many people as say, being funny. Deep down he is soft-hearted, but this is buried within so much brashness that it is rare for him to exhibit anything else but egotism.

History:
Pre Ability: Justin was born in Düsseldorf, Germany, to parents Sacha and Geraldine Handel. He has two older brothers and three younger sisters, and this is where the competitive aspects of his personality originate from. His father worked at Rheinmetall AG, an international company specialising in the development of auto-mobiles and weapons; Sacha's role was in the creative department and he spent a lot of time working at home.

The most curious of his siblings, Justin would sneak into his office and read over his designs, even though (at first) he had no idea as to what the blueprints meant. In time, he learned what all the strange lines and letters meant, and began to develop his own projects. Beyond this Justin's life was normal for a young boy with brains - homework, tests, more homework. At school he excelled in languages. mathematics and chemistry, believing them to be the most useful for following his dream - to surpass his father. He was not so skilled at physical education, and was often picked on for his height and weight. At this point, Justin was an introvert.

During his later years at Gymnasium, Justin noticed a slow and gradual change in himself beyond those already occurring - he was hungrier than usual, but did not put on any weight. In fact, it was the opposite. Within a month or two of the increase in appetite, he went down a jeans size. His mother believed him to have some sort of illness and rushed him to the hospital the winter of Justin's sixteenth birthday. Despite her concerns, the doctors could not find anything wrong with him other than a very dramatic increase in his metabolism. Several tests were carried out, including one for an over-active thyroid, but they were baffled when his levels came back completely normal.

Life continued as normal, and Justin found himself swamped by students who didn't recognise him after the Christmas holidays. For the first time he found that girls were attracted to him, and little by little came out of himself and began to take more pride in his appearance. He got his first girlfriend, Claudia, in the May of that year and the two dated for a few months. They broke up when Justin was found to be too obsessed with himself, but he quickly moved on to the next girl, Josephine. She broke up with him for similar reasons. That summer, he found that his appetite was the opposite of what it had been in the winter.

Shortly before the start of the next school year, Justin was in his father's study like normal, devising his own ideas based on the information he could scrummage from the masses of paperwork (none of them were ever submitted to Rheinmetall, but Sacha Handel was impressed with how his son was able to come up with decent ideas of his own). It was a hot August day (for Germany), and Justin was toying with the idea of a more modern version of the No. 77 grenade that could be adapted to work underwater as well as on land. As part of his methods for formulating a concept, he would visualise the device in front of him, and use his mind to scrutinise it from various angles (Justin being a visual and kinaesthetic thinker and learner). He did this as usual but was startled by the fact that an orangey-yellow sphere was forming in his palm - so startled that he flung his arms forward as if it were an insect, which resulted in the orb hurtling towards the opposite wall and exploding.

Post Ability: Of course, an explosion isn't something to be ignored. His father instantly rushed upstairs to the office and was horrified to see what had occurred: the outer wall was completely destroyed and Justin was petrified on the floor, eyes wide and sweat dripping down his face. He only moved when Sacha went to touch him, for Justin's skin felt as if it were on fire. When the emergency services were called, Justin realised that the police would most likely question him, and that if he told them what happened he would be deemed as one of them. It was at that very moment that it hit him: he had an ability that humans weren't supposed to have. He was a freak.

Summoning all his strength, Justin left the room, telling his father that he felt sick, that he wanted to go to the bathroom. Instead he fled to his room, packing his school bag with as many things as he possibly could and climbing down the drainpipe outside his and his brother's bedroom window (and almost breaking his neck in the process, though thin he was still ungraceful). As the emergency services arrived, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, tormented by not only the awakening of his powers, but leaving his life's work of blueprints behind.

From this point on, Justin devoted his time on the run to investigating his abilities - in an isolated place, of course. Some way south-west of Düsseldorf lay the Eifel National Park. It was here that he dedicated himself to learning how to control the energy and to work out how it operated. It was all well and good during the warmer months, but as winter approached, he found his appetite to be extremely ravenous and his body easily weakened. He knew from the tourist information around the park that there was a settlement not to far from the place, so the teen headed to the town of Kesternich. Justin continued to head west out of Germany and into Belgium, using his powers in order to bypass border control. Getting to Brussels was fairly simple, as no one had really heard of him there. By this point he was almost eighteen and managed to find an apartment and a job in a very obscure antique shop. It was while working in this shop that he overheard the owner talking about something called 'Hope'. Thinking it to be an interesting place, Justin decided to head off to find this mysterious place.

Ability:
Justin is able to produce detonating thermal energy by converting heat in the atmosphere or from the food that he eats. In warmer climates and seasons, he relies on the former, and the latter for colder climates and seasons. Because of the rate at which his body uses energy, he has a high metabolism and is therefore slimmer than he should be.

The detonating energy itself is manifested as small spheres in the palms of his hands, though Justin has learned to alter the shape of it (handy for infiltrating, he simply need to fill the empty space of a lock with the energy and make it explode). He is also able to increase the power of the energy, but the bigger the explosion the more time and energy is needed to create it. Currently, Justin is at what he deems to be Level Five - he can create five small bombs, two larger bombs or one that is bigger than its predecessors yet all but wipes him out. His knowledge gained from spending time in his father's office means that he can add certain things to his energy bombs in order to change their properties. So far he has mastered his own versions of frag grenades and smoke bombs, though he can only implement these changes in the smallest bombs that he uses.

As he trains his powers and improves his knowledge, Justin will be able to use more bombs, more powerful bombs and different varieties (such as flash, incendiary and tear-gas). He is not immune to them, nor are his allies (unless they have some sort of power/ heat negating ability). His biggest weakness is the cold - without heat energy, he has nothing to convert - though it can be argued that his competitive personality is also a large flaw in his powers.

Miscellaneous:
- Justin is mostly fluent in English, though there are a few idioms and colloquialisms that confuse him and sometimes uses the wrong words to express himself. Conversely, there are a few that he has picked up, but he tends to overuse them to the point that they can become cringeworthy. He also speaks French, but not fluently.

Theme Song: Na Na Na - My Chemical Romance (censored version posted here to avoid rule breaking)

Spoiler:

Common Saying:
"Kaboom!"

Quest · Aug 2, 2011

雷影イチロ said:
@The Final Watchman: Your clothing and personality sections are a little short, they need to be a bit bigger please. Also your power... where does he get the energy from? I'm guessing by the description, it is somewhat similar to Scott (Cyclops) and his brother's power from X-Men. I think this needs a little bit more explanation.

Like I said, major writer's block yesterday. I'll get it now. :P

Edit: Done for the most part.

Swolligator · Aug 2, 2011

Wow, some very good SU's there., can't wait till the others are finished.
Also Welcome to Domo Genesis and Eight.

@Skymin: Yes, not a problem.

@The Final Watchman: A bit better, but ACCEPTED none the less.

@Raikiri: Very good, I like it, ACCEPTED.

And now I might as well give you a look at my Character, Completed.

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Swolligator · Aug 2, 2011

@Domo Genesis, your Physical appearance is a little too short, could you add a bit more to it if you can? Your history is a little short as well, mind extending it if you can?
Lastly I am going to have to decline your ability of Wind Manipulation as it is too common, I'm looking for 'unique' powers, not commonly used ones.

For now, you have not been accepted, but once you fix up your SU a bit, get a new superpower (if you need help, I can help you come up with one through PM) and read the rules.

Arcaray · Aug 2, 2011

I think I'll scrap my current SU and write a new one. I didn't really know where my character was going, and I know the power was poor. But then again, so was the character itself, so originality was a definite no-go. I'll give it a proper think this time, and write up a much better one!

Swolligator · Aug 3, 2011

Sure, not a problem, entirely up to you.

Skymin · Aug 3, 2011

I think... i'm done. I'm sorry its a little vague, oakley is a little hard to write about. she does a lot of running away.

Swolligator · Aug 3, 2011

Well there is nothing else to say, its very good, so ACCEPTED, Skymin.

Skymin · Aug 8, 2011

WELL THANK YOU.

Where is everyone?! Why are there not more sign ups!!?! COME ON.

TornZero · Aug 8, 2011

I'm making my character, but I've hit a block on the history part. T^T

MichaelaTheUchiha · Aug 8, 2011

[FONT=&quot]Okay, I'm going to try to join. xD

Complete? Let me know if I need to add, delete, change anything.

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Searn · Aug 8, 2011

Anyway, it's a WIP. So this is actually the first time I've decided to write First Person in a RP, if you'd rather me write third, I'd be fine with that, too. I just feel my writing is a bit stronger in First. Anyway I'll finish this tonight hopefully.

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Swolligator · Aug 8, 2011

Hey guys, sorry I've been away for a bit, assignments got me down. But now I'm using the University computers, so I can continue.

@Searn, First or third person, it doesn't really matter, its entirely up to you which you use. And Blood Manipulation is acceptable.

@Eight: Your SU is remarkable, nothing else to say but ACCEPTED.

@Michaela: nice to see you've joined, good to have some old faces. ACCEPTED, was a nice SU, and Psionic Blast is a little Over Powered, so I hope you don't go OP on us, but its fine.

ALSO, as a note, there IS a difference between Justin and Brian's abilities. Brian's uses Direct Energy such as sunlight, electricity, etc to work and comes in the form of some sort of light radiating from his palms. Justin's on the other hand uses Thermal Energy, so is dependant on the conditions rather than a source of energy.
Just to clear things up. :)

MichaelaTheUchiha · Aug 8, 2011

No worries about that OP thing; most likely she'll just use her physical fighting skills first, but if she has any trouble, she'll probably be knocking out people and then killing them with her katana...That's mostly what she did during her "missions". I was going to do plant manipulation, since she's lived in the forest for four years, but I realized that was too common. And would probably not get me accepted.

It's glad to see some old faces too. xD Hopefully this super powered RP will stay alive. Unlike the last one...

Also, thanks for the acceptance. I think this is the best SU I've made; complete with research about Okinawa and the Yakuza. Yes, that's an actual branch in the Yakuza, and it is stationed in Okinawa. I just hope I don't get hunted down,. =P

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