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The Heroes of Beacon

Chris looked out the window into the vast open sky. This was his first time flying, and in all honesty it wasn't too bad. Throughout the flight he had seen kids break down and get sick because of the speed and height at which they were flying. Those kids really amused Chris, and he was choking bad laughter the entire ride to Beacon. However it seemed that the majority of the group was completely fine with the flight, a few were relaxed to the point of actually being able to sleep a bit before their destination. After a few more minutes of looking out the window the airship arrived at Beacon. Chris smiled, his large teeth glistening, and headed towards the nearest exit.

The air outside the ship was crisp and fresh, a soft breeze blew towards the cliff's edge. The castle-like structure of Beacon loomed before Chris, and it was awe-inspiring. He had seen pictures of it, and read descriptions in pamphlets before he applied, but seeing it before him was an entirely different story. As far as Chris was concerned this was the first day of the rest of his life. He could forget about everything that happened, and focus on the future. Adjusting the gloves on his hands, he moved farther away from the ship down the path that led to the school.

Rising: A New Age of Gods

I am here! Some asshole shut our electricity off instead of our neighbors who weren't paying their bills. Asshats.

The Heroes of Beacon

Woot! I am here! Some asshole shut our electricity off instead of our neighbors who weren't paying their bills. Asshats.

IC post coming soon!

RWBY Inspired RP

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Name: Chris Quisque
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: OM & NOM: Chris was heavily heavily injured while he was younger, and that why he has scars running all over his body. However the lower portion of his skull was completely destroyed. Using cybernetics his jaw was able to be reformed, and when he was older, was turned into a weapon. His teeth are sharped and he can unhinge his jaw to allow larger bites than a human would normally be able to produce. OM are the jaws. NOM is a pair of purple gloves with small retractable blades on all the fingers.
Semblance: YOU HAVE TO DESTROY THE BRAIN!: Chris’ semblance is linked to the fact that his body had to cobbled back together. Once activated Chris cannot feel any pain. Rip off an arm. Blow off a leg. Chris will keep coming after you.
Color: Deep Purple.

RWBY Inspired RP

Sweet. Character up in a bit!

RWBY Inspired RP

Any more room in this? If so I would be very interested!

The Troupe

If Ice can make an entire room of people think he blew his brains out then I think a few ghosts will be okay xD

Rising: A New Age of Gods

And posted!

This appears to shaping up quite nicely!

Also Guy, if you don't mind I kinda interpreted Alex's "Prophecy" domain as a sort of limited precognition, that is how he was able to see Soren.

If you think that is a bit too much then I will be more than happy to edit it!

Rising: A New Age of Gods

Alexander Mond

The constant typing of keys could be heard resonating in Alex's room. It turns out that even online colleges have deadlines, and Alex was up late yet again finishing a paper. Moonlight bathed his desk in a pale light, his fingers methodically clacking against the keyboard, his eyes half closed. He paused from his work for a moment to take a sip of coffee, and stretch his back. Stepping away from his desk he walked over to the window and threw open the blinds. For some reason he really wanted to look at the moon, almost like he was compelled to. Suddenly the room began to spin, and with the sensation of falling the entire room went black.

When Alex woke up he was laying on the floor in his room, the moon still hanging heavy in the sky. He stood up and looked up at the large pale orb, a smile spreading across his face. He had always felt attached to this celestial body, and felt more comfortable at night. It was all so clear now. Alex threw open his windows and took a deep breath, the cool night air rushing in and embracing him. This was his element, his domain. While he was unconscious he had received visions, of the past and of the moon, but there was one of the future. This was the one that interested him. He saw a woman, practicing what appeared to be fencing with some sort of training dummy. She didn't know it but her and Alex were going to become very well acquainted. He walked to his closet and threw on some jeans and his favorite blue sweater and threw some extra clothes in a backpack, along with his laptop and a few other essentials. It would be a long while before he got to the woman, but he had to start sometime. He walked out his front door, and looked up at the sky, all of the endless stars. Alex debated on calling a cab, but decided against it. He would walk til daybreak, and then call one. Sliding his hand into his pockets he began walking down the street, in the direction of the person who would become his chosen warrior.

The Troupe

Brilliant post Marx, only Ice and Pathfinder need to post and we can move on to some after-show escapades.

Also, Narrator, sorry but there were limited seats :/ If a spot opens up I will be sure to contact you via PM!