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Listening to the girl, Jacob regarded her with both caution and interest. The mention of this 'Scorn' caused a sort of mental itch though, as the name sounded familiar but Jacob couldn't quite put his finger on it. Beginning to space out again, the girls words began to fade out but Jacob quickly snapped back to reality when he was pushed forward. "Woah, hey," he said bitterly, taking a few steps away and quickly checking all his pockets to be sure nothing had been stolen from him. Not like he had much to steal though; his pills, about 45 cents, and a couple of tissues. "Okay kid, back up a second, are you a conduit? How the **FUCK** do you know anything about me?!" Jacob asked, pointing an accusing finger towards Natasha. _"It's because she's been watching you- she's after you- run- hide- like you always do- baby_," a few disconnected voices spat, trying to answer the question for him. Despite trying to look threatening it was a little clear that he was the one feeling threatened, like how a blowfish makes itself look bigger.

Man I hate the new RP jitters. I wana type, I crave it! BLORG! Ugh, I always get like this for a day or two after my first IC post XP. I'd imagine everyone else is coming back. Too many cool characters to just have all of them drop 'em.

> > Damn this thing does still exist. > > > > Hey guys, I'm not sure I recognize any of your usernames but I thought I'd pop in and say hello in case there were people here I knew. I was part of a gifted RP hosted on the MC forums, but had to leave when I wasn't ready to migrate sites. > > > > So anyone I know still here? How are you all :)? > > Huh? Did Stephen take this from the MC forums to here? The more you know! Feel free to hop in if you want to! > I wonder if Stephen is someone I know... But yes, the Gifted RPs actually have quite a history and I was with them for the two chapters hosted on the MC forums (I think there were two other chapters before that). Anyways I might join but I can't say for sure. I mostly just popped in to see if there were any old friends to say hi to :P.

Damn this thing does still exist. Hey guys, I'm not sure I recognize any of your usernames but I thought I'd pop in and say hello in case there were people here I knew. I was part of a gifted RP hosted on the MC forums, but had to leave when I wasn't ready to migrate sites. So anyone I know still here? How are you all :)?

Almost near the bottom of the trash can, Jacob had begun to try and drown out whoever was chiding him about the mess he was making. "_You know littering is against the law? You're making a real mess. You're going to attract raccoons or something. You should really clean up after yourself. You're pathetic._- Hello Mister, do you need anything?" Pulling himself out of the can Jacob turned around to see a kid looking up towards him, and was a little confused to begin with. "Where'd that other guy go?" he asked, muttering mostly to himself as he tried to find whatever cranky senior had been complaining only a moment ago. Unhappily he frowned, attention returning to the kid and looking fairly lost. Her choice of outfit was a little confusing too, which just added to the unexpectedness of the situation. "I need to take my meds actually, thanks for reminding me," he mutter, his gaze a little spaced out as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little plastic bottle. Turning away from the girl he retrieved a pill and swallowed it, quickly putting the bottle away like it wasn't something that should be out in public. With that over with Jacob returned his attention to the trash can, looking in it one last time before giving up and looking back towards the girl. "Don't you have somewhere you should be? Like school?" he asked, sounding a bit impatient.

_Wakey wakey..._ With a start Jacob jolted upright, inhaling sharply as a dull stinging ran over his hand. Looking around fearfully he scrambled backwards into the alley wall, grabbing his hand to see three shallow claw marks across the back of his palm. "Wakey waked," the same voice sneered, Jacob's attention being drawn to the little gremlin like shade covered in water logged newspaper and broken beer bottles. It had been at least two days since Jacob had managed to fall asleep last, and with good reason as this or worse always tended to be his wake up call. "Waked wa-," the shade began hissing again, it's words interrupted by a shriek of pain as Jacob hurdled an empty bottle at the thing. It was an ugly little creature; like some sort of monster made from oily smoke and garbage with two burning beady eyes being the only feature on it's face. Gurgling unhappily the thing picked itself up off the ground, a clawed hand on it's head where the bottle struck it's newspaper cloak. It was weird how they worked like that; untouchable but somehow part of whatever surrounded them. Jacob frowned in disgust, pushing against the brick wall at his back to stand up and look down at the foot high burden. It's tune altered, the shade hobbled back a few steps, raising a hand in defense as Jacob stepped forward and punted the thing down the alleyway. It smashed into the opposite alley wall, wet newspaper making a smack sound to cover the smashing of glass. The shadow melted out of existence and the garbage fell to the ground, once again inanimate as it should be. "Fugly lil' thing," Jacob muttered unhappily, his attention returning to the claw marks on his hand. They weren't deep enough to really be bleeding but blood had been drawn and it stung, so quite unhappily Jacob held his hand under his arm and sat down again to contemplate what he should do with himself now that he was awake. _Food might be a good start_, he thought to himself, taking his hand out to examine how it was already scabbing over. The increased healing factor of being a conduit was always useful, especially when you were consistently in harms way. "_I could go for something to eat_," a voice responded, echoing within Jacob's head briefly before fading away. All Jacob did in response was nod, pushing himself up again and walking out of the alley way into the streets. "_You can go to Central Park. There's normally food in the garbage there_," the same voice explained, Jacob feeling a pat on the shoulder that wasn't there. ------------30 minutes later------------- "There's nothing in here," Jacob murmured unhappily, pulling out a bunch of newspaper from the trash bin and dropping it on the ground. "_You gonna pick that up?_" a grumpy sounding voice asked from behind him. "No," Jacob replied bitterly, unaware there was nobody around. Still he kept digging, hoping to find something edible.

Name: Jacob Demorri Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Around 6' 1', while Jacob certainly isn't very strong his frame suggests it, being fairly broad shouldered and built like a rugby player but lacking any real muscle. This is partially hidden by his choice in baggier clothing; a red hoodie, black sweatpants, both of which are tattered and faded from living on the streets. His face gives it away a bit though, his skin having a light olive tone to it but being fairly pale and looking malnourished as he doesn't eat or get out much. Due to lack of sleep Jacob's brown eyes have quite obvious dark circles underneath them, his lightly framed glasses doing little to hide this for him. His black hair covers most of his forehead, and it's thick enough to constantly retain some shape. Like most guys his age Jacob has developed a subtle layer of darkish peachfuzz on his chin and down the sides of his face. Side: Neutral. Personality: Jacob suffers from schizophrenia, making him more or less uneasy most of the time and somewhat distrusting. While he tends to try and avoid others human interaction is one of his favorite things, making him a little overly trusting towards anyone who shows him kindness (unless he has a reason not to like them). Jacob generally has a good sense of morality, though it can become very skewed since his thoughts aren't entirely his own. Biography: From the age of ten, Jacob had been diagnosed with clinical schizophrenia and from that point on his life wasn't entirely his own. It began as no more than nightmares, but as he grew older it evolved into voices and these voices in a way leaked imagination into reality. About four years ago Jacob's conduit gene finally revealed itself, a nightmare of his erupting into reality and slaughtering his family in the dead of night before coming for him. Running through the apartment complex screaming, it didn't take long for the police to show up and from there things got out of control. It only took a mater of weeks before Jacob was pulled out of the local foster care program and taken to Curdon Cay, the DUP having put together the case and acting swiftly. There, for five years, Jacob was under lock and key with special care being taken towards helping his condition as it was believed to be why his power even existed. Upping the Ritalin prescription helped but not much progress was made due to the lack of resources to put into helping him, and upon the shut down of Curdon Cay he was released with all the hustle and lost despite the DUP having meant to keep him under their care. Homeless now, Jacob had begun to live on the streets, completely unsure what to do with himself and his life. Ritalin running low, he's began to spread out his doses more making his mind become a little less his own again. Power: Jacob has the ability to push nightmares or voices out of his head and manifest them in the physical plain, appearing as an oily looking shadow that will quickly absorb material objects around it to gain presence and give it a sort of shell. Power-: The constructs that occur have three major classes, but their forms are very pliable and can often fit anywhere on the spectrum. Available materials also effect their forms, broken glass for example becoming claws as the shadows themselves can't touch anyone. Grunt- A minor voice or bad passing thought manifesting as a small creature with long arms (though they can take other shapes). Occasionally some retain the ability to speak, though their language is crude and hard to understand. Revenant- Often coming from a smarter and louder voice, revenants retain a fair amount of intelligence and personality, many times coming back but in a different shape. Often the most humanoid in both size and form, but have many times appeared in distorted and monstrous shapes. Nightmare- Only the darkest and most troubling thoughts become Nightmares; monsters or beasts that act quite viciously and are hard to control. While all shadows have minds of their own they can be reasoned with or to an extent commanded but not Nightmares. Both dangerous and unpredictable, even trying to kill Jacob himself. Other: Jacob isn't in true control of anything he creates just as he can't shut up the voices in his head but they will listen to him if the situation permits. Ritalin suppresses Nightmares from taking form, as well as restricting Revenants, but otherwise mostly serves to help his mental stability. EDIT: one last thing. He needs glasses to see well but doesn't need need them.

> accepted though if you could, could you put it in the character section > AWESOME :D. And yes, of course :P EDIT: Yay, first IC post :D One quick question (I'm new to these forums) what are the rules on foul language here? I know nobody likes swears every other sentence but are we allowed to use it like normal humans would?

Already applied to join an RP to get accustomed. Nice to meet you all btw :)

-moved to Character Section- ((I think that should do it :). Let me know if there's any problems with the application and I'll fix them ASAP))