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Apollosarcher
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STATUS: A quiet day is a good day, especially when it doesn't have to be productive. 2 yrs ago
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A quiet day is a good day, especially when it doesn't have to be productive.
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I made a new RP for the first time... In years. roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… please give it a look!
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Fallout Tactics has death claws that can talk, scary killer robots, and the ability to have a tank. It just doesn't... Sit well with the rest of lore.
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Very sick, will post when not hurting.
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I'm awake at weird hours again.
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First post is up.
It was Monday was driving up the mountain road, the school was set back in a little mountain town. The businesses their lived off the kids who spent money and worked their during the free time. With the school having a focus on independent projects and bringing students together over in-depth courses. He enjoyed his vacation but he would be happy to get back, he was one of the schools best fencer's. Still he wasn't a jock by any stretch he had more in common with the other kids music, gaming, and exploring. As he came over the hill he was saw the academy.
Disney Academy was huge, with two extremely large dorms halls. The one to the east hosts all the girls and the western hall was for boys. To the North was the class rooms and administration. In the center was a three massive indoor pools, with sauna's, hot tubs, and even a Japanese style natural hot spring. South was the gate which lead into the small town outside of it. Further up the mountain was a ski slope and resort for parents who came to visit during the winter months or for students and winter athletics.
He parked over by his building emptying out his car and placing his stuff in his room. Surprisingly each students got their bathroom and bedroom. Though they all ate together in the cafeteria on the bottom floor of there buildings. After getting things in order he walked back towards the administration to pick up his class schedule for the year, wondering who he might run into as he did.
Disney Academy was huge, with two extremely large dorms halls. The one to the east hosts all the girls and the western hall was for boys. To the North was the class rooms and administration. In the center was a three massive indoor pools, with sauna's, hot tubs, and even a Japanese style natural hot spring. South was the gate which lead into the small town outside of it. Further up the mountain was a ski slope and resort for parents who came to visit during the winter months or for students and winter athletics.
He parked over by his building emptying out his car and placing his stuff in his room. Surprisingly each students got their bathroom and bedroom. Though they all ate together in the cafeteria on the bottom floor of there buildings. After getting things in order he walked back towards the administration to pick up his class schedule for the year, wondering who he might run into as he did.
Well the healer saved the bender and is also now quiet embarrassed.
When he looked up at the Bei Fong he saw the Fire bender talk the Lightning across the shoulder he knew it was bad. He jumped off using the water to push off he landed by the bender. Carefully he removed the armor and set to work, lightning was dangerous he'd been taught how to deal with however. Placing a hand over the benders heart he made sure to keep it beating next he work worked on the nerve damages moving the water over carefully finding hot spots, lucky he'd grounded himself so he wouldn't get shocked.
Next he began to heal the flesh itself, carefully he used water to seal the wound and try to fix the damage to the shoulder itself it would need a weeks rest but he would be have full motor control of it. "He's fine, now at least his arm needs a weeks recovery and shouldn't bend with it for two weeks at least. However I've stopped the nerve damage and any chance at it giving him heart problems." He stood up carefully. "Oh umm, hello I'm Sorin... I wanted to join as a healer." He blushed a little as he looked back towards the group, he'd kind of forgotten proper manners, worried that if he didn't hurry the man might suffer long term effects.
Next he began to heal the flesh itself, carefully he used water to seal the wound and try to fix the damage to the shoulder itself it would need a weeks rest but he would be have full motor control of it. "He's fine, now at least his arm needs a weeks recovery and shouldn't bend with it for two weeks at least. However I've stopped the nerve damage and any chance at it giving him heart problems." He stood up carefully. "Oh umm, hello I'm Sorin... I wanted to join as a healer." He blushed a little as he looked back towards the group, he'd kind of forgotten proper manners, worried that if he didn't hurry the man might suffer long term effects.
Working on post now.
I plan to put the first post up in about five hours.
Sorin gulped, he stepped off the train looking around in awe. His home had always seemed so distant from everything else, now he was here. He had picked up a map of the city and made a notes from what locals had told him on how to find the recruiting office. Carefully he made his way down the halls, turning right finding the office. "Hello, I'm here to sign up... This the White Lotus recruiting center correct?" He added nervously.
Sorin signed his name and soon had his vest on, thirteen an unlucky number. He hoped he wouldn't fail, he just wanted to heal other to fight. Though he would if he had to, for others not himself. No better way to stop wounds than prevent what causes them... Right? His mind wandered as he shuffled in quietly and took a seat next to girl who looked quiet tough.
He stared down at his shoes pulling some water out of one of his flasks he began to form a little ice sculpture. He liked to do it, most for the challenge art if he could make it life like. He began to work on one of the Avatar's, the one who had died most recently. She was remembered fondly among the water benders, even if she had been unorthodox she had been the Avatar. Slowly it began to take shape, he began on her profile and then her face and hair. He had seen painting of her and some sculptures he hoped his wasn't bad.
Carefully he finished the little Avatar statue and smiled. It was nice even though it would melt it reminded him why he was here. Why even one person can make all the difference in the world. He sighed then looked back at the arena, he'd succeed then show them his talent as a healer. He hoped he could make even a small difference, then maybe he could matter to the world.
Sorin signed his name and soon had his vest on, thirteen an unlucky number. He hoped he wouldn't fail, he just wanted to heal other to fight. Though he would if he had to, for others not himself. No better way to stop wounds than prevent what causes them... Right? His mind wandered as he shuffled in quietly and took a seat next to girl who looked quiet tough.
He stared down at his shoes pulling some water out of one of his flasks he began to form a little ice sculpture. He liked to do it, most for the challenge art if he could make it life like. He began to work on one of the Avatar's, the one who had died most recently. She was remembered fondly among the water benders, even if she had been unorthodox she had been the Avatar. Slowly it began to take shape, he began on her profile and then her face and hair. He had seen painting of her and some sculptures he hoped his wasn't bad.
Carefully he finished the little Avatar statue and smiled. It was nice even though it would melt it reminded him why he was here. Why even one person can make all the difference in the world. He sighed then looked back at the arena, he'd succeed then show them his talent as a healer. He hoped he could make even a small difference, then maybe he could matter to the world.
Well Peter Pannel is done.
Name: Peter Pannel
Nickname: Pan
Age: 17
Grade: 11th
Appearance:
Personality: Fun and sometimes a little immature, through that comes from growing up the way he did. Surprisingly very ordered and clean, stemming from having to take care of five other kids. Peter is friendly and very outgoing, very athletic as well. He is often wary of strangers but can quickly warm up to them.
Background: The son of two famous British scientists, he lived in England until he was six. His Mother and Father were both killed in an accident. Sent to live with his aunt in California he had only his watch his parents had built and told him to keep safe. He spent only six months with his aunt before running away. He escaped and nearly two years later he had formed a gang of kids. They used an old Fire station in North California as their home.
The Neverland fire station spent a lot of time being rebuilt. Eventually it sparkled like new, the children with him were younger and he cared for them all. He made sure they all went to school and had clothes and meals. All while attending school himself, at night he messed around with the strange watch his parents had given him. When he turned thirteen the watch seemed to activate itself, a women appeared. More like a girl actually, she had little wings and was hologram the watch displayed.
Her name was Tinkerbell and she was a present for Peter, a sister of sorts. Not only Tink but also access to his parents bank account with that he set the Neverland Fire station up. The kids under his care would all be seen through school and well cared for. Next he sent himself off to Disney Academy, using a scholarship from his schools fencing team. He often got into fights, mostly with the jocks of the school, Peter Pannel was always the first to go fight for someone else and often the last one standing. His street fighting style was very much reliant on watch the other's moves and moving to counter them. It also took advantage of the fact he was smaller and lighter using the advantage of a small frame to build momentum for attacks.
Hobbies and other information: Avid fencer, B- student, and constantly getting in trouble.
Nickname: Pan
Age: 17
Grade: 11th
Appearance:
Personality: Fun and sometimes a little immature, through that comes from growing up the way he did. Surprisingly very ordered and clean, stemming from having to take care of five other kids. Peter is friendly and very outgoing, very athletic as well. He is often wary of strangers but can quickly warm up to them.
Background: The son of two famous British scientists, he lived in England until he was six. His Mother and Father were both killed in an accident. Sent to live with his aunt in California he had only his watch his parents had built and told him to keep safe. He spent only six months with his aunt before running away. He escaped and nearly two years later he had formed a gang of kids. They used an old Fire station in North California as their home.
The Neverland fire station spent a lot of time being rebuilt. Eventually it sparkled like new, the children with him were younger and he cared for them all. He made sure they all went to school and had clothes and meals. All while attending school himself, at night he messed around with the strange watch his parents had given him. When he turned thirteen the watch seemed to activate itself, a women appeared. More like a girl actually, she had little wings and was hologram the watch displayed.
Her name was Tinkerbell and she was a present for Peter, a sister of sorts. Not only Tink but also access to his parents bank account with that he set the Neverland Fire station up. The kids under his care would all be seen through school and well cared for. Next he sent himself off to Disney Academy, using a scholarship from his schools fencing team. He often got into fights, mostly with the jocks of the school, Peter Pannel was always the first to go fight for someone else and often the last one standing. His street fighting style was very much reliant on watch the other's moves and moving to counter them. It also took advantage of the fact he was smaller and lighter using the advantage of a small frame to build momentum for attacks.
Hobbies and other information: Avid fencer, B- student, and constantly getting in trouble.
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