[u][b]PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016[/b][/u]

[b]Student Name:[/b] 
[INDENT]Erica Lankford[/INDENT]
[b]Gender:[/b] 
[INDENT]Female[/INDENT]
[b]Nationality:[/b]
[INDENT]American[/INDENT]
[b]Age:[/b] 
[INDENT]17[/INDENT]
[b]D.O.B.:[/b]
[INDENT]January 17th[/INDENT]

[b][u]Appearance[/u][/b]
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[b]Hair Color:[/b]
[INDENT]Dark Brown, normally[/INDENT] 
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[INDENT]Blue normally[/INDENT] 
[b]Ethnicity:[/b]
[INDENT]Caucasian/White normally[/INDENT] 
[b]Height:[/b] 
[INDENT]5'9" normally[/INDENT]
[b]Weight:[/b] 
[INDENT]128 lbs (I can't really change this.)[/INDENT]

[b][u]Powers & Abilities[/u][/b]

[b]Power Name:[/b]
[INDENT]Metamorph[/INDENT] 
[b]Power Description:[/b]
[INDENT]I can change my entire physical appearance at will, even my clothes. Also, I heal pretty quickly too.[/INDENT] 
[b]Abilities:[/b]
[INDENT]I've used it a lot to get out of unwanted situations before and for some more, recreational, stuff too. Once, I changed into a cop and got some bullies busted for picking on some poor kid.[/INDENT] 
[b]Drawbacks & Weaknesses:[/b]
[INDENT]Well, I can't change how much I weigh, and an X-ray of me while I look like a guy shows that on the inside I am still female. If I am a 'guy' I am not actually a guy. I have none of that, ability, it just looks like one. Also, the appearance of warm clothes does not actually make me warm. I can look like i'm ready for an arctic expedition, but really I shouldn't even be outside in the wind.[/INDENT]  

[b][u]About You[/u][/b] 

[b]Family:[/b]
[INDENT]Mother- Anastasia Lankford
Father- Draco (Dragon) Lankford[/INDENT]
[b]Personal Statement:[/b]
[INDENT]I like to read and sing, and I've been told that I'm a good poet, although I like writing short stories better. I consider myself to be quiet, but I've been told i'm really not at all. I like to observe what's going on around me more than I'd like to be a part of it, which I guess brings me to my worries. I like to blend in, and my power helps with that, but somehow you found me, and I'm not sure how or when or even if I can trust you not to kill me the second I go to this, 'PITY' place. I'm all for a good, free education, but I don't want to walk into a trap. 

My family is a part of HAM. You know, Humans Against Mutants? When I found out I was, well, a mutant, I started thinking a lot about my life so far. I never really agreed with my parent's views, and I knew that they'd turn me over in a heartbeat if they found out, so I ran away. One of the most concerning things to me right now about trusting this letter, and by extension this Institute, is how the hell did [i]you[/i] find me? This letter and application just, appeared in my bag one day, and I have no idea how. I just got to the nearest town, but when I got this I was literally in the middle of nowhere. It took me a week to get here since then, so I guess you can figure out the rest on your own. 

I'm turning in this application, because 1) If it is real, I could totally use the break; and 2) I need these questions answered. What exactly is this Institute, and will I finally get to stop running?[/INDENT]

[HIDER=Sample post]Erica looks up from her notepad and the strange application she was filling out, flinching at the loud crash of thunder that was way too close for comfort. She took a peek out of the small crack in the door to her tent, immediately regretting the decision when her face was pelted by the cold shards of hail mixed with the large raindrops of the storm around her. She took a towel and wiped her face off, turning on her small battery-powered radio. 

The signal was bad, but from what she could make out, Erica figured that the storm wouldn't last long past sunrise, and began preparing to sleep. She packed everything up in her large, waterproof camping bag. Everything except for the letter and application to PITY, which she carefully folded and put in her pocket along with the one picture of her parents that didn't make her want to cry when she looked at it and her cell phone, which she always kept off so that she couldn't be tracked. 

Finally hunkered down for the night, Erica drifted off into an uneasy sleep, only interrupted once by an extremely loud crash of thunder near dawn, and hopefully near the end of the storm. Once the storm finally was over, she cleaned up her camp and set off for the nearest town, to finally send the strange application and figure out what to do while she would wait for a response. Just before she decided to send it in, she made a few changes to the last section, adding in her worries for the future and a bit more personal information than she had originally planed to before forcing herself to actually put it in the mailbox to send.

Once it was no longer in her possession, Erica relaxed a bit, which was a mistake. She noticed in her reflection in a nearby shop window that her eyes were now two different colors, her shirt was a bit too girly of a style for a man the age that she looked, and her socks were now severely mismatched. Erica ducked into an alley as quickly as possible, changing into an easier form to hold. She was now a middle aged business woman wearing a simple blue dress, accenting the decidedly smaller curves of this form. She left the alley and went to the only hotel in town, booking a room indefinitely and locking all the doors and windows before settling in to live for a while.[/HIDER]