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Life in Gloomminster

This is the only context I will provide for my character until further notice.

Life in Gloomminster

Well well well,

we gotta stop meeting like this lol

Count me in Thought

I call dibs on a magic artificer

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

I don't know about you but I'm not reading shit until I know I'm approved.

I read enough to write a sheet and that's all.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

I feel like most of us have mostly moved on from this, honestly. With how long this has been stagnant, and all. I'm gonna take my leave, and let you guys decide what you want to do with Marie.

M for F Lickalot - a doubling friendly thread

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Leah Jordan

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Location: The Hammer > SWORDS
Skills: Punching things and throwing rocks
First Day Fit

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Leah didn't catch the weird change to her skin, because she was too busy hauling on the grip of that hammer to pay attention to anything else. Once that didn't work, she gave up and left the snotty little kid to worry about it himself. She then made her way back across the field, passing by everything else and thinking that this year would possibly going fine after all. What was the worst that could happen? Sure, an infinity stone could fall out of the sky and blow the place up, or a fresh-faced villain with a vengeance could roll up and-

Okay, maybe that one was a bit too much for her.

Anyway! Fuck that! Leah elected to go any do something fun, and she rolled up to where a bunch of students in her classes were wearing armor and holding what looked to be foam swords. She caught and overheard the explanation of passive powers, and it caught her interests. "Got room for one more?" She asked, internally stifling an unamused facial expression at the tone that Megan chick took with Mads. Oh, right. Mads... She'd have to talk to her later about the runs Agatha gave her. Honestly, she could tolerate Diana long enough to square up with the green-haired chick, whats-her-face, and that Victoria girl she wasn't entirely familiar with. Still, though, something about that girl with the braids unnerved Leah. And not in a good way... If powers were allowed, she might pull out a sword made of rocks.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

Tyrae

T Y R A E B A R R E T
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^{_{"There’s probably something philosophical in all this. The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long? Something like that? Yeah, that sounds about right."}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ Y E A R B O O K P H O T O ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ S T U D E N T S U M M A R Y ▅▅▅▅▅ Tyrae Louise Barret _________________________________________________________ November23rd,2004 | 19 | African American _________________________________________________________ Single | Male(He/They) | Bisexual _________________________________________________________ Home City | State | USA ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅ P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B U I L D || Athletic ◼ H A I R C O L O U R || Black ◼ E Y E C O L O U R || Yellow-Orange ◼ H E I G H T || 5'-6" ◼ W E I G H T || 163 lbs ◼ S K I N T O N E || Dark - ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅ M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S ▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M O T I V A T I O N S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Tyrae grew up being treated like little more than an animal to be tolerated, all because of something he couldn't decide to be born with or without. Home was his place of safety, and deep down, he knows that he was one of the lucky ones who had a place of safety at all. The thing that motivates Tyrae above all else is the fact that there is potential for the cycle to be broken.. As long as someone's hurting for the way they are, their right to live peacefully is debated by someone, and they have to fight for everything they get their hands on if they want to keep it. When he first learned this, it lit a fire in him, figuratively and literally. G O A L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Tyrae wants to make the world safer and bring people together in the process. Some people might call them an unrealistic dreamer in need of a reality check, but he has an unexplainable drive to get up and be somebody who matters. He wants do get out there and do something about the way things are, and set an example for others so that they hopefully want it just as much as him. If he can have an impact on the world that benefits people, then he'll consider it a sign that he's doing something right. - ▅ N O T E S ▅ N O T E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Tyrae's theme song. ► A weird and somewhat expected side effect of Tyrae's powers is that he always smells like burnt wood. ► Give this man an electric guitar and an amp, and you will be left thinking that God himself descended to earth to blow you away. ► His color code is FFBD00 - _________________________________________________________

▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅ S T U D E N T S Y N O P S I S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Tyrae grew up in the states with his father and mother as a single child in California. Jason and Allison Barret raised their kid as best they could, even when that kid one day came home from school in clothes partially burnt to ash, and a broken nose. His hyperhumanity surfaced in front of a crowd, outing him in front of everybody, and more than one or two people didn't take kindly to it. From then on, the entire family had to take some rather stringent precautions to make sure their son not only refrained from burning the house down, but to make sure no one else was hurt. Between having his general health tanked by an anti-hype bracelet to the point he felt ready to fall over dead, the month long debate over whether or not his teachers would allow him to set foot in class, and the multiple fights he lost at school, life was rough for Tyrae. His family helped him turn the garage into a space where Tyrae could practice with their powers in safety, and eventually found colored contacts that would hide his glowing eyes from people that weren't already aware of his hype gene. At the age of 14, Tyrae learned he could bend metal like clay in his bare hands without getting burned, and this changed his outlook on life. He started snatching up scrap metal whenever he could and turning it into things. A knife, a sword- it didn't’ matter. Tyrae just wanted to use his fiery powers for something. Growing up was a challenge when he could do these things. Tyrae had left home every day having to face the fact that he wasn't even human. On the days when someone bigger than him picked a fight with him, he could either throw a punch back or stay in school without being expelled for his hyperhumanity. It was soulcrushing to live like a muzzled dog, but Tyrae managed. He found safety at home, knowing he could always escape life to the garage or the kitchen where he could dive head-first into something productive. At home, life was the complete opposite of the outside world. He'd experiment with fire in the garage, put it to use, be creative, and forget that life outside his from door existed for a while. That was the routine that Tyrae stuck to until he was 18. The next year was spent making preparations for him to head off to PRCU. ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅ A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || P Y R O M A N C Y __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Exoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Somatic Tyrae’s hyperhuman abilities take the form of acute pyrokinesis and a resistance to extreme heat. He produces flames by converting his HZE ions into thermal energy. Because this heat is a product of the ions in his body, Tyrae has direct, fine control over the heat. This allows him to create concentrations of flames, with examples including a stream of fire, a sphere of pure heat, or drawing small shapes in the air. The other half of Tyrae’s abilities is made possible due to “inert” HZE ions collecting excess heat and retaining it in his body, or dispersing it in higher temperatures. As a result of this, Tyrae’s body naturally sits at around 140°F. When his body is exposed to high enough temperatures, his HZE ions begin to break down, causing a reaction that rapidly expels heat before it can damage any part of him and making him fireproof to the point that he can bend yellow-hot steel with his bare hands with some effort. L I M I T A T I O N S While Tyrae’s heat resistance allows him to virtually ignore amounts of heat that would kill other people, the most his body can comfortably handle sits roughly around the forging temperature of steel, roughly 2200°F. Beyond that, Tyrae begins to feel pain, and past steel’s melting point, his skin is damaged and destroyed just like anyone else’s. Tyrae is also only capable of manipulating heat that he himself creates. He cannot simply light a match and control the flame that comes from it, he has to use his HZE ions to manipulate fire. Even if he starts a fire with his power, Tyrae is only able to influence the produced heat from his powers, no matter how small a fire he starts. W E A K N E S S E S Tyrae may be fireproof, but anything he wears or comes into contact to might not be. Any flames that Tyrae produces can burn through flammable material no different than regular fire, and because Tyrae has no control over heat he doesn’t actively create, he would be unable to stop a fire that gets out of control. Tyrae also has to balance both sides of his power against each other. If he cannot use one, he cannot use the other. Tyrae’s powers involve either converting HZE ions into pure heat or simply destroying them outright to protect himself from heat. Without HZE ions, he can’t do either. This means that Tyrae’s heat resistance can potentially be overloaded , causing him to be vulnerable to heat like anyone else. Alternatively, if he uses his fire too much, he could overload himself and burn up in a fireball if his own creation. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E Tyrae has a face covered in freckles, and is on the short side, being around 5’6”, but is built pretty athletically from hammering away at metal for hours. He’s covered in little nicks and mysterious burns here and there from a lot of hands-on things he did before PRCU became a part of his life. Tyrae’s hyperhumanity is evident due to the fact that his eyes are yellow-orange like fire, and tend to glow a little in the dark. He often wears clothes made for comfort and a lack of bagginess when he isn't wearing the PRCU uniforms. Feeling cold isn’t an issue for him, so he tends to wear very thin clothes that one might wear throughout summer. On days when formality isn't a consideration, Tyrae is almost always seen with a leather jacket on and dressed in muted colors. P E R S O N A L I T Y Proud, daring, and a dash of compassion for others to back it up. Tyrae’s a bold man who doesn’t let anyone tell him not to be. He hangs onto friendships in a very ride-or-die way and always tries to live his life to the best of his ability, no matter how painful life has a reputation for being. Nothing can keep Tyrae from believing in himself and basking in the glory that comes from being alive, and he'll do it with as many people as he can, because he believes hating and abandoning others to leave them without anyone to turn to is one of the cruelest things a person can do. If he sets his mind to some task, then Tyrae will throw everything he has at doing it. Tyrae always has his head held up with confidence, and is known for being just a little intense at times. Tyrae has always had the gift of boundless, hyperactive creative energy. He is always thinking about something to make from a piece of scrap metal, always thinking of some other form of art to try his hand at, and always internally bobbing his head to the beat of a drum. This hyperactive engine he calls a brain can sometimes get the best of him, which results in him spending several hours making something when Tyrae swore he just got started. Around his friends, Tyrae is the one who brings the energy. Always smiling and laughing about something, that intensity behind his eyes borders on infectious. Tyrae is a strong believer putting people before anything else, and bringing them together when the way forward seems unclear. ________________________________________________________________________________________

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_{Y O U A W A K E I N T H E D E A D O F N I G H T, W H A T W O K E Y O U?}

That would be his phone. 6:30am. He shut the alarm off and got ready for the day ahead of him. Tyrae's morning routine was usually relatively light. He grabbed a shower, went downstairs to snatch up some breakfast for himself, and then grab everything he needed for school. Tyrae always looked on these mornings with dread. They sucked, and there was never a shortage of hate thrown his way. Still, Tyrae had to get through them all the same. The walls had to go up today, every time, or they wouldn't go up at all. He slid the inhibitor bracelet on, and went about his day.

_{A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?}

"Hell, you're looking rough, man. What's up?" Tyrae asked upon being approached, he wasn't doing anything important at the moment, so he could spare the time to help someone out.

_{A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?}

He was already up and heading to the most crowded areas. Tyrae made his way to where the Quadrangle was, and used his powers to get everyone's attention. Like a pair of floating lanterns, two fireballs came into being over his shoulders, which caught the eyes of several people.

"EVERYBODY GET INSIDE, STAY IN GROUPS AND MAKE SURE THE DOORS ARE LOCKED!" People were already getting to safety, so Tyrae decided to stand guard in case anyone came this way. He had, of course, zero intention of harming anyone, but he would do his best to shut down any attempts to harm the students here. A lot of them were kids as young as 14 or 15, and needed protection.

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PRCU roleplay: A school for superheroes!

PRCU lore:

@Zoey Boey

Not you

anyone but you

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Young Justice

Location Rooftop
Interactions Team comms, Nymph

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This was a lot to take in at first. Cora could hear the shouts after she saw Talos swoop down and join the fight. According to Rain's report, they were using weapons that fired based on electrical power sources. That was consistent with the brief bit that Nymph managed to squeak out. "Got it. I can disable those by frying the power sources. I just need to be close so I can. I'm at the hatch on the roof, and I don't see anybody guarding it. I'll check." Stormcaller opened the roof hatch and dropped down into whatever hallway it led to. As she neared any security cameras, they would appear to glitch out and their feeds would warp as if a magnet was interfering with them. Stormcaller took in the surrounding area. Lights began to flicker as she passed by them, though they never really stopped working.

"Stormcaller here, I'm on the top floor. Looks clear, I'm gonna meet you on the 36th floor, Nymph. Keep your head down until I'm there. Once I'm nearby, the cameras won't be able to pick up on us." She said, and then cautiously looked around for the stairs to head down. It was possible that these people had already taken over the security room, and that it wasn't just lying there empty for Cybergirl's convenience. Cora wasn't about to take the chance and blow their cover this early.