Alan Peregrine
Walking around the school campus was a great feeling for Alan. It had been years since he’s been here to just be here and enjoy life. He’s visited many times before since he graduated, but they were never just causal visits. There was often something else going on, a matter to be taken care, an emergency that needed to be dealt with, or they simply needed an extra pair of hands or a boost in power.
Al’s memory of this place has always been a mix of good and bad. On the good side there were the endless adventures to be had with friends from all sorts of places and stories to be told in whispers and prideful shouts. And then on the bad side there was the battles they needed to win or else and mourning that they often had.
Inside the never-ending forget that surround the school there is a grave full of young and old bodies. Al visited them many times before to mourn his own loss, but the professor always had it worse. He built this school to protect and teach those that looked for it, and in doing so he suffered losses. In a way maybe the reason the Professor always wore a black and white suit was because he always mourned those losses.
Al’s always been an easy going guy and not a lot of things make him panic, but there’s always something that gets to him. The years he’s spent in this place has taught him that the first sign of danger is when there’s no one around. Even when there was a mission to do there would always be someone in the building and Al knew that this was not the case.
As an Aerokinetic, wind manipulator, air manipulator, etc. Al had the ability to hear things from far away, among others. Sound carried through the wind traveled to him on instinct. It was not something he had active control of. When his powers manifested it made living troublesome because everywhere he would go he would hear things that he could have been better off not hearing. Over the years, he’s learned to restrain just how much he hears and how far the sounds could travel, but it’s never been something he’d been able to turn off.
Al continued to walk around the campus getting close and closer to the main building all while using his powers. In a large open area like the New York countryside there was always wind and this made Al comfortable because this way he would never be too powerless. Using his powers he manipulated the air to make sound travel to him and the lack of voices made him worry.
Al was no longer taking a quick stroll he was flying. Using his abilities he boosted his speed and flew to the main building hoping nothing bad has happened.
Walking around the school campus was a great feeling for Alan. It had been years since he’s been here to just be here and enjoy life. He’s visited many times before since he graduated, but they were never just causal visits. There was often something else going on, a matter to be taken care, an emergency that needed to be dealt with, or they simply needed an extra pair of hands or a boost in power.
Al’s memory of this place has always been a mix of good and bad. On the good side there were the endless adventures to be had with friends from all sorts of places and stories to be told in whispers and prideful shouts. And then on the bad side there was the battles they needed to win or else and mourning that they often had.
Inside the never-ending forget that surround the school there is a grave full of young and old bodies. Al visited them many times before to mourn his own loss, but the professor always had it worse. He built this school to protect and teach those that looked for it, and in doing so he suffered losses. In a way maybe the reason the Professor always wore a black and white suit was because he always mourned those losses.
Al’s always been an easy going guy and not a lot of things make him panic, but there’s always something that gets to him. The years he’s spent in this place has taught him that the first sign of danger is when there’s no one around. Even when there was a mission to do there would always be someone in the building and Al knew that this was not the case.
As an Aerokinetic, wind manipulator, air manipulator, etc. Al had the ability to hear things from far away, among others. Sound carried through the wind traveled to him on instinct. It was not something he had active control of. When his powers manifested it made living troublesome because everywhere he would go he would hear things that he could have been better off not hearing. Over the years, he’s learned to restrain just how much he hears and how far the sounds could travel, but it’s never been something he’d been able to turn off.
Al continued to walk around the campus getting close and closer to the main building all while using his powers. In a large open area like the New York countryside there was always wind and this made Al comfortable because this way he would never be too powerless. Using his powers he manipulated the air to make sound travel to him and the lack of voices made him worry.
Al was no longer taking a quick stroll he was flying. Using his abilities he boosted his speed and flew to the main building hoping nothing bad has happened.
