Swamp Fox

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Felix Karrde - The Dorm

As the sound of whay he was sure would be the world's most annoying siren rang out, Felix rolled out of his bed, landing on a bag filled with his clothes. His bloodshot eyes were spread wide as he felt his sanity begin to leak out of his ear. Or maybe that was just sweat dripping. Either way, he was filled with dread and not in any way ready for learnin'.

"Ugh, shoot me now," he begged as the siren's wail came to a stop.

Unzipping the bag he'd fallen on top of, he tugged his signature combination of jacket, jeans and t-shirt. His dark blue jeans had a two-inch wide hole in the right knee with a split bottom on his left leg, down by his ankles. His T-shirt was black with white lint scattered all across it, and his hooded jacket was an unadulterated ebony. He dressed himself sloppily by unballing his quick-change outfit and tugging all of them over his body with an ungraceful vigor. At least no one could say it looked like his mother dressed him.

With a high level of angst, he ran into the dorm's bathroom, twisted the sink's knobs, and scratched his hair and pinched it, working the grease out of his mop before he shut the water back off and ran out the door. Starving, he didn't take the time to check on Ethan. If he could just get to the cafeteria, he'd be fine. It would all be okay. Yesterday hadn't gone particularly well, but today was a new day and he was going to make the most of it. When he entered the cafeteria, though it was not yet bustling, it was already more crowded than he'd have liked. He jumped into thw line and grabbed a stack of pancakes, saturated with syrup, before he stepped into the middle of the cafeteria and looked for his table.

Just his luck.

Instead of being empty like it was yesterday, there was a small group sitting in it. However, on the plus side, he did see the one guy who had left when he joined the group conversation, next to a girl he didn't recognize. Deciding it was for the best, Felix tried again. Plus, he carved a hole in the table, if he let another group claim it, that would be an enormous waste of work.

Approaching the table and plopping down on one of the seats, Felix gave a small friendly grin. He heard the guy say he was off to get waffles for the girl. Either way, he was there now. Not quite sure of the best way to break into the conversation, he started with the best common ground he could think of.

"Hey, I'm Felix. Ya' know if the pancakes are any good? I just want an opinion before I take my first bite. I've never had a pancake that wasn't good, and it would suck if the first breakfast here jinxed it for the rest of my life."

Star Wars - A New Age

This game has my attention

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

The Desert Vampire - The Maximum Security Ward

As much as his name suggested he was a vampire, Azar was well aware that he would likely lose a fistfight against the three oncoming savages. The Growth could absorb him--sand form or not. Sarco was evidently immune to gunfire completely, and he didn't have firepower to spare. In such a desparate situation, he believed every bullet counted. As for the Behemoth, he could potentially be brought down by a bullet-storm, or maybe even choked out by the sand. But it was proving difficult to get a gust of wind powerful enough to cycle around anything, let alone cause a Behemoth to suffocate.

As the hulking beast known as Sarco came closer to his position Azar assumed he had remained unseen. So he summoned the mightiest wind he could gather, a mere puff that entered through the doorway and hugged the wall before sweeping Azar out of his corner and down the walls edge, still a respectable distance away from Knightmare, Polaris, and Copycat.

With The Growth, The Behemoth, and Sarco on their way out, Azar silently summoned another puff to toss his sinty grains behind the trio that was headed fornhis former location. Out of their range of sight, his sand grains stacked back up and quickly climbed on one another, in seconds the pile had refined itself into the form of The Desert Vampire. Whipping out both of his pistols from their holsters, Azar unloaded eight bullets into the back of The Behemoth, four from each gun, before shoving the one in his right hand into it's holster and reaching onto his back, unsheathing his scimitar once more.

Loudly, he declared, "It vould seem zat your victory as been delayed!"

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Oliver Long & Todd Thompson - The Administration Office

Oliver took the slap to his hand like a champ and gripped his hand just as firmly. Now he really felt like one of the boys. It was a good thing he was a returner, too. Oliver was dying for an in with the older crowd since a lot of the newbies were younger than him. Amusement drew up the corners of his lips. He had confidence. And Oliver liked that.

"Quite a name you got for yourself there, Todd Thompson, the baddest of the bad," He remarked, "I'll be honest. I've been looking to shake things up around here." He released his hand and tucked his fingers into the pockets of his jeans. "You know where our room is?"

"Not a fuckin' clue," Todd answered, digging into his pocket and pulling out the envelope he'd pretended to read earlier. "Ah, see here. Yeah. You got your key? I got mine. I'mma get out tonight, hang with my guys and celebrate that the gang's all together again. You want in? My cos can actually make any chemical I want him to, you're probably creative enough to know what that usually means around here."

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Alright, dude. It'll be done

Bee, shoot me a PM of what you'd say and we can take as much time as necessary by editing it into the little spaceholder I put in the IC. Mr.J, feel free to move on.

Academy 218 Character Files

Basic Information

Name: Riley Rebekah Rhode
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Interface
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 150 lbs
Status: New Student

Appearance

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Ethnicity: Irish
Physical Appearance: She has straight, shoulder-length, black hair with bangs that hang on either side of her face with red highlights streaking down the sides. She has a soft looking face with round features, but does not end up looking like a ball. Her cheeks are puffy, coated with a sea of freckles, and she has full lips colored a striking scarlet with a ring through her upper lip. She isn't particularly tall, but she has a very 'sexy' body with a belly ring. She isn't visibly muscular, but she has almost no visible body fat. She is very flexible and is overall built like a cheerleader. Her skin has a complexion that overall lands between wet sand and shining gold.
Attire: She often wears black leggings and a plaid miniskirt. On her top she may wear a spaghetti-strap top or a blouse. In general she sticks to a color scheme of black with alternating green, red, or yellow. She also wears a plaid cap with a white ball of fuzz on top when she feels like it.

Personality

Outward & Innate Personality: Riley is a fun-loving girl to her core. She doesn't enjoy working other people up or stepping on any toes, but if she does she is unapologetic. She is willing to break any rules that seem in the way of her fun or if she just doesn't see a point to them. She is brutally honest and doesn't pretend that she follows the rules, even to the people directly responsible for a reprimand. She finds pleasure in being challenged, and while she doesn't have a superiority complex, she does her best in any competition. She is sensitive to the needs of others and quite kind, offering whatever help she can give. She is straight and uninterested in any romantic relationships with girls, though she has no problem with lesbians or bisexuals as individuals. She isn't shallow and prefers to chat with people individually rather than speak loudly in a group setting. She isn't shy or reserved, and speaks her opinion loudly when she feels itis necessary.
Hobbies/Interests: She enjoys talking with friends and doing one on one activities. She likes to paint and draw, read books, play games, watch television, or play sports.
Skills/Talents: She can down a mug of beer like a champ and handle more whiskey than the average boy her age could, thanks to a lot of practice under the tutelage of her father. She has been taught to tap dance and play the bagpipes.
Prized Possession: Nut'n n' particular
Quote(s): "Ye look a bit dawn. How 'bout we have a sip n' ya can tell me all a'boot yer troubles."
Family:

Arnold Rhode - Father - Deceased
Rebekah Rhode - Mother - Bar Tender

Relationships
None thus far

Abilities

Power Class: Other 7
Power: Electronic Communication & Programming Absorption

Technomancy: She can project her will onto computers and force machines to do her bidding. Whether it be starting a car and forcing it to drive, or causing a computer to do a Google Search, even manning a turret without touching it if there is a low enough level of security.
Word Processing: She can project her thoughts onto any nearby computer as if she'd typed them out on a keyboard. If she has any songs memorized or wants to share a memory, she can also display those on nearby computers.

Developmental opportunities include:

Database Download: The ability to store every bit of information from a particular computer in her head. This would allow allow her to see everything from someone's absolute Internet History to Every Word Ever Typed to Bionicle Models to Criminal Records to Photos from Instagram. Even the times you've logged in or any programs you've looked at would be included in the knowledge she'd gain.
Hacking: She will eventually be able to bypass any firewall, password protection, or break any encryption by exerting sufficient mental concentration.
Remote Internet Access: She would be able to browse the Internet with no electronic assistance and without connecting to a wifi network. She would be able to access anybpage, unless normally would require a password, and she has to know what to look for. She would not be able to view previous versions of the page or pages no longer in existence.

Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks:

Other:

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Todd Thompson - The Administration Office

When he heard the words "You're Todd," he grinned a bit, preparing to make a memorable first impression. "Oliver Long. Looks like we're roomies, roomie. This your first time here too?"

As he felt Oliver's eyes rolling up and down his body, Todd had to suppress the urge to smash his fist against the guy's cheek. Obviously looking at the outstretched hand before him, Todd asked "Is that so? It ain't my first time here. I'm Todd Thompson, the baddest of the bad. The bane of the administrative stiffs. You want a friend, keep looking." Smacking his hand against Ollie's, he took hold and squeezed, pulling the grip closer together. "If you're lookin' for trouble, you've found it."

Felix Karrde

Felix waved to Morrison nonchalantly, "Nice to make your acquaintance." Then he turned back to Ethan and rested his hand on his shoulder, "You need to ease up a bit. You look like you've just seen a ghost. Waita-" Felix stopped. "We don't have ghosts here, do we? Please tell me you can't see ghosts." Deciding to drop the matter before it could go on, he said "I've got my key. You'll be fine for a while." Jerking his chin, he motioned for Ethan to follow him. "Com'on. Let's go see the place and get our bags."

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Alright. I'll leave Jerry alone for the rest of the act and just do Todd & Felix. I updated my relationships for Todd, btw.

Edit: Alright. Bee, I'll let you conclude.

The League - The Rogues Gallery

Updated. Darksaber is a former military general with Cole MacGrath style powers and delusionally believes he is a Sith. Driveshaft is a woman who can shift her consciousness between vehicles. Good?

Academy 218 - Superhuman School (Always open)

Yeah. You can write your opinions first, and I'll follow up and maybe have him head their way. I'm just waiting on Bee for Felix, and I'm thinking of where to send Jerry.