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Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

"Wait wha-"

Ashlynn wasn't able to complete her reply before getting hit in the jaw so suddenly. She fell on her back and the next wave of strikes began as suddenly as the first. She tried hard to form telekinetic armor around her body, but it never fully developed in time. The half-done armor was crushed into sparkling dust in no time at all; it was so brittle under their monstrous strength.

She yelled out in agony. The cries reverberated throughout the warehouse, but the only ones who heard it were her attackers.

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

It was past curfew. Or at least that's what it seemed to be, because Ashlynn didn't wear a watch. Being out past curfew was a severely punishable offense, but only if you got caught; and besides, she needed to get out of the academic bastion of Prometheus Academy as it felt a bit too stuffy.

She was taking a shortcut to her motorcycle, which she rode on her way to Ceteris. She underestimated how fast the sun went down at this time of year, and now she was taking the most dangerous route to her vehicle- through narrow and dark alleyways.

Suddenly she heard someone whisper something behind her, and before she could turn around or react, blacked out.

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She soon came to. Head aching and ears ringing, she woke up in an abandoned warehouse. It was dark, barely lit, and smelled like mold.

"Ew," Ashlynn said as she looked around, getting up and dusting herself off. Her eyes locked onto a group of 12, all cloaked.

"If you were looking for a good time, you sure picked the wrong girl," Ashlynn said coldly. She formed telekinetic blades on her arms, ready to rumble.

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

Ashlynn Rock

Name: Ashlynn Rock

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Height: 5’7

Weight: 110 lbs.

[size=3]Appearance[b]:[/size]

[b]Head: Fair pale skin; chocolate-brown mixed with auburn-red hair that goes down to the middle of her back, with wispy bangs swept to her right eye. Light green eyes. Head is covered by a light grey motorcycle helmet with a shark fin on the top, complete with a shark-teeth design lining the edges of the visor.

Torso: A black, leather, slim-fitting motorcycle jacket. Has matte black shoulder pads on both arms, with silver rivets/bolts. Zipped up all the way, but can be unzipped partially or fully. Wears a plain white tank top underneath.

Arms: Covered by the jacket. Has elbow guards/pads on both arms. Wears matching black gloves with hard knuckles. Wears a wide rubber bracelet that says "NEVER SHOUT NEVER" on top of her jacket sleeve on her left wrist.

Legs: Slim-fitting flat black jeans, meant for riding bikes. Matching knee pads and shin guards with silver bolts/rivets. Racing/Sports Motorcycle boots with appropriate reinforcement. Bottom of boots have mounts that can have rollerblade parts attached to them. Odd.

[size=3]History[b][/size]: Ashlynn had a few really close friends in the past. A regular life, with friends, family, and going to school.

And then somehow a group of people found out she was Wanderer. How? It's said that one of her so-called "friends" was anti-Wanderer, and ratted her out. Rumor has it that everyone else that was close to her were murdered or killed and that the whistle-blower was paid a handsome reward. But those are just rumors. ..Right?

After capture, she was put in what seems to be a laboratory and tested. They tried to discover her power; what makes her tick. They thought she would shoot lightning or make shields or something. Ashlynn herself didn't even know she WAS gifted with abilities. At that time in her life she would have much preferred typical shoot-lightning-from-hands powers or the ability to fly, because the unspeakable happened.

Out of torture and ridiculous amounts of pain brought on by the scientists, she materialized solid spikes from her entire body; creating almost porcupine or pufferfish-like weapon out of her own body. The spines pierced everything that surrounded her, and when the spines retracted (and disappeared), she was the only one in the room alive. She made it out of the laboratory and set out to arrive at the only safe haven for people like her- The Academy.

Having finally reached the academy, she definitely has to make new friends. For her, it's kind of hard, seeing what she's been through, and that affects her personality a little. She's a little less trusting of people now.

[b][size=3]Personality[b][/size]: Likes sweet-tasting, uniquely-flavored tea served cold and Rocky Road ice cream (probably because of her name). Has a thing for wearing hats. Likes rollerblading, especially on campus; which is strange, because she doesn't seem like the person to do so (she was actually told this at one point).

Somewhat cold and distant at first, and almost to the point of volatile. Can be flirty in a "poking-fun", sharp-tongued, and teasing way as well and is overall wonderful once she warms up to you. With no "filter", she is blunt and will more than likely not tell you what you want to hear, but instead what you need to. Called either Ash or Rocky by her close friends.

[b]Powers: Primary Psion, Secondary White Magic

[size=3]Guild[/size]: Psion

[size=3]Theme song [OPTIONAL][/size]: The Heavy - Short Change Hero

Cancer

Name: Cancer

Gender: Male

Age: 21 (approximate)

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 150 lbs

[size=3]Appearance[b]:[/size]

[b]Head: A bone-white helmet that is stylishly designed like that of a grinning skull, with dead-black voids for eyes. It seems to function as a sort of combination between mask and helmet.

Torso: Wears a black leather motorcycle jacket (typical "biker gang" style) that has a collar. The lining of the jacket has a sort of red fur, either faux or from some exotic animal. The jacket has some external armor on the chest, back, and shoulder areas, colored dark grey in contrast to the jacket's black.

Arms: Covered by the jacket. Has elbow guards/pads on both arms. Wears dark grey gloves with hard knuckles.

Legs: Black motorcycle pants made of leather. Wears heavy-looking black boots with dark grey accents.

[size=3]History[b][/size]: He does not remember a good majority of his past, his memories have seemed to been wiped at one point in time. Or, it could have been trauma. Having no memory of his origins, a then-18-year-old Cancer wandered from town to town, trying to figure out who he was, and learned he had powers.

Fast forward to the present: At this point in time, he does not consider his "origin story" to be important and just.. Lives.

[b][size=3]Personality[b][/size]: Cancer is generally a happy-go-lucky person and is very easily excited. Cancer is also a bit vulgar, and will do or say things most people don't find socially acceptable. He also has an occasional short-term and long-term
memory problem.

He rides motorcycles as a method of transportation often and is quite fond of them. Specifically, he rides a heavily modified cafe-racer.

[b]Powers: Primary Black Magic (Dark, Electricity), Secondary Summoner

[size=3]Normal Summons[/size]

Griega: Coming as a jumble of small mechanical parts, these summons are bone-white in color. Griega assembles and attaches themselves onto Cancer's limbs, and make them look more armored and robotic after doing so. Their only purpose is to give Cancer extra mobility (via flight, mid-air jumps, etc), as they push highly compressed air out of various port holes located on their body. When attached, the turbines on their bodies produce a low rumble when idle which grows in ferocity during increased use and load. Under full load, they sound like fighter jet engines.

R3NDR: Pronounced "Render", it is a creature that is composed of multiple flat planes of mirror-sheen black. Its irregular and jagged shape makes it look that of those tessellation tile activities that your elementary school teacher probably made you do. ..Or maybe a shattered mirror. While its main purpose is to use itself as a mobile shield, it is also occasionally used as a stepping stone or offensive weapon via physical contact. Forever hovering unless otherwise commanded, they usually follow Cancer around in combat. Interestingly enough, this particular summon creates questions whether or not creatures from other worlds have to be "organic" in nature.

[size=3]Guild[/size]: Black Magic

[size=3]Theme song [OPTIONAL][/b][/size]: Brother Ali - Forest Whitaker

Prometheus Academy: Open-world, multiple locations, unique classes and an overarching story.

Hi threedawg, this seems pretty cool! Count me in. :)