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@nodogs@Salsa Verde

Putting my character sheet down for approval. Adjust the power as you see fit, as this is your thing. I've just taken a few things from that supwerpower wiki about healing. And, of course, please point out any other details I might have gotten wrong or if something is too over the top.

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◧◩◪◨ ▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Female ► Sexuality - Bisexual ► Nickname - - ► Occupation - Influencer. ► Qualifications - - ► Residence - NYC, New York ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - - ► Tattoos - - ► Piercings - Ears. ► Style - Hanna wears all sorts of fashion because of her work, mostly for sponsorships and promotion. Privately, however, the general rule is tight for legs, loose up top, and sneakers. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN Being stuck in fucking nowhere for years was absolute torture for Hanna. Bizzarely obsessed with appearance, social status, and doing normal things, her focus was always anywhere besides academics. Even if being able to grasp what she had to learn, Hanna cheated more than once out of unadulterated laziness or for the sake of making some thirsty boy do her bidding. She was a member of the 'mean girls' after all. While their influence reached quite far, they were not overtly nasty to other students. Even if some kind of bullying did occur, it was mostly online and towards other girls that had either actively or passively offended the group. The term 'offended' is used extremely loosely here. It could entail just wearing the wrong shirt to school or having an absolutely pathetic follower count on Instagram. Hanna was not the worst of the bunch. There were two others in their little circle that could be considered 'mean' in that subtle, psychological way--Jennifer Elkmann and Madeleine Otten. They were definitely more overt and outspoken. Hanna was more of the silent, resting bitch-face staredown that even made the teachers uncomfortable. However, Hanna did converse with people in her classes whenever the other two were not around. She was a bit of a 'bridge' between the sociopath Queens of the school and the regular or even rejected crowd. Hanna was most likely some manner of Neutral Evil, if one would have used nerd terms. However, this tale was slightly different online. Hanna was no stranger to shit on people that did not deserve to exist on social media, specifically Instagram. It was an unhealthy obsession, which eventually turn into a lucrative business. Contrary to popular belief, Hanna only went through two relationships during the time at Ritman. The first, and most extensive, was with one of the school athletes named Jonnathan Robson. A year later, during one of many house parties, Hanna cheated on Jonnathan with one of the cheerleaders, Alison Helliwell. The outcome was a spectacular scene and intense drama at the party, as well as several days at school. Being who he was at heart, Jonnathan tried to get them to agree to a threesome rather than being hurt or mad. This did not go down well with Hanna, and any and all relationships promtly ended. Whenever this kind of thing happened among the 'mean girls', it became the town gossip for weeks, especially in the teacher lounge. PSYCHE The toxic attitude surrounding the 'mean girls' thing faded after graduating from Ritman. The attitude has always been there and will be there in the future to some degree, but there is no longer a Jennifer and Madeleine to fuel the fire. Hanna put all of her effort and time into the social media presence, which eventually took a good turn about a year after high school. The follower count skyrocketed, the sponsorships rolled in, and one complicated social environment was trade for another. The 'influencer' world was not unlike what Hanna had experienced in high school. It was just larger in scale, not to mention the fashion and moddeling world that came creeping ever so closer. Hanna would not cosider herself spiteful, just uninterested. If she had to analyze it, which she is definitely capable of, the conclusion would most likely land in Hanna being unfulfilled or shallow. The social media thing has taken a toll on her, mentally and physically. The realization that she engages with a hostile industry that feels no remose when taking advatage of people or absuing them has surely made Hanna more humble. She has secretly wished for a change in environment and social circle. The people that Hanna naturally attracts are often unhealthy company. They are obsessive-compulsive narcissists that take joy in character assassinations and degenerate indulgences. However, the influencer business is like any other addiction. It is difficult to get out of it even if you want to. Hanna needs an excuse, any kind of excuse, to close it all down or at least reduce the amount of clout chasing she does herself and is subjected to. Time after Ritman has made Hanna more verbal. She is quite well spoken, but there is still a clear hint of the old resting bitch-face thing where she does not say anything. Her lack of verbal filter online has spilled into the real world. She can, at times, when pressured, say things that can leave a bad taste in people's mouths. It is not always intentional, though. The real and online worlds sort of bleed together, as if Hanna was constantly on a bad trip from shitty drugs. There is a bit of derealization and depersonalization going on with her, as a result of constant dopamine drowning and presence of people that are horrific caricatures of themselves. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER Hanna can manipulate health to varying degrees. Health in this case is the state of physical and mental well-being of a person or animal that is clearly alive. She can increase or decrease the healing process to the point of rapid regeneration or indefinitely preventing recovery at all. At some stage, Hanna is able to sense or detect injuries and diseases in an entity before it is apparent or felt. Wounds and diseases that Hanna has healed or prevented are also subject to be re-inflicted by her hand. However, she cannot cause new wounds or diseases with this ability. Moderate to severe pain can be alleviated by physical contact with Hanna. The more contact, the less pain someone will feel. However, the relief will subside the same instant as contact with Hanna is broken. This can affect certain mental and emotional duress. However, the effectiveness might depend on who the person at risk is. Physical contact is also necessary when Hanna has to heal a wound. Depending on circumstance and severity, the healing process itself might be extremely painful, as the body is not used to rapid cellular regrowth and tissue regeneration. As for Hanna herself, the ability does not work automatically. She must go through the same process of focus as with healing a third party. However, the process will seem to be automatic in regards to poisons, toxins, viruses, parasites, and other such things. That is, Hanna cannot get infected or sick by external influence. Further, the healing process could also remove minor imperfections of the skin, such as scars, acne, rashes, burning, and other inflammations or harm caused by elements. This ability might just be the tipping point that Hanna needed to fully change for the better. It is a way out of previously destructive behavior, especially unwillingness to change. This ability gives her a much needed excuse. She can always hide behind a statement such as "this healing thing sort of requires me to be nice", even if she would genuinely want to deep inside. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- ▼ STRENGTHS ► Immunity to sickness, poison, and parasites. ▼ WEAKNESSES ►For serious wounds or advanced diseases, Hanna must eventually sacrifice her own well-being as a health transfer. This will show itself as fatigue, fever, and other common symptoms of a general cold or influenza. ► Radiation and other advanced hazards cannot be healed. ► This ability cannot de-age or revive someone from the dead. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Are there any plans to go through previous character relations or is everyone (somewhat) unknown to each other, even if they attended the same school?

@Prisk

I like it, Picasso. Did you have any power aesthetics you’d like to add to it? Also I’ll let nodogs answer that last question you had.

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Agreed, and the formatting is particularly difficult to parse on a phone or tablet.

It's the main thing that's holding me up, since I'm waiting to even work on it until I can be at a computer for a reasonable amount of time.

@Gisk

May be easier to just write each section on a word doc or note pad first and then copy and paste into where the coding instructs.

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I will try to put something together because this totally reminds me of Chronicle and I love the film.

@Mao Mao

You were in the last one homie

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מאיר

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▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Cis-Male ► Sexuality - Hetero ► Nickname - Magi ► Occupation - Professor at MIT ► Qualifications - Valedictorian at Ritman Valedictorian at MIT Graduate PhD in Linguistics Specialization in Ancient & Dead Languages Multilingual ► Residence - Boston, Massaschusetts ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Meir has quite the collection of scars covering his body, he considers them battle scars after surviving multiple thrashings by his bullies in school. ► Tattoos - Meir only has one tattoo which is the date of when his Grandparents were liberated from Auschwitz and reunited. 13th of Sh'vat, 5705 is written in on his right arm. ► Piercings - Pierced, but rarely worn. ► Style - Since most of his day is spent on campus or researching, Meir is usually dressed in a combination of business formal, casual, and professional. On his personal time off you can catch him wearing plain shirts, Henley's, and sweaters paired with jeans and sneakers or boots. His hair is usually just a naturally curly shag. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN Riman High was far from kind to Meir, in, well everyway imaginable. Every bully needed a target and what better person than the nerdy Jewish kid that had just moved into town. If you couldn’t have guessed by now that particular kid was Meir. Whether it was his stick like figure, his generic cliched thick rimmed glasses, or his bordering obsession with books and languages it was his name that made him stick out. Most kid had simple names like Chris or John, but his parents found it necessary to paint a target on his back by naming him Meir Amos Maggid, yuck. Because of this he was branded as a nerd, a geek, and a total loser really. The years were kinder to him as they went on, the upper classmen graduated never to be seen again, thus leaving Meir at the helm of his own fate. His reputation and the vicious rumors that surrounded him since freshman year began to die down until they were nothing but echoes of the past. Like most nerds he found solace in his professors and hanging in the back of class, particularly like a wallflower. With no contact from females of any group besides a snide laugh or a pointed finger, he was never concerned with the realm of women. Instead, he focused on the realm of academics. I guess you could say he was an overachiever, which also made him a target. Assignments were always handed on time, tests never wavered under a perfect score of a 100%, and each paper had every prim and proper citation one could possibly achieve. Now reading and obtaining media regarding dead and foreign languages wasn’t cheap. That’s when Meir made the most of his brain and began to attend SAT’s for kids at other schools for the right price and writing term papers at a marked-up price. What he lacked in brawn he surely made up in brain. He never got caught and eventually graduated as Ritman High’s Valedictorian, with accolades to boot. Despite the hardships he faced, there were plenty of other students in attendance that took the heat away from him and allowed him to prosper once the daily swirly’s and noogies were out of the way. PSYCHE As long as Meir could remember he’s always been an introvert. It’s not that he didn’t want to socialize or didn’t know how, but much rather the anxiety he would get any time he tried to get it out. Now this could be due to his bullying in school or just how he was generally raised. All he did was stay inside and focus on reading. His first experience with the love of languages and dialect came from when he had to read the Torah and learn Hebrew in order to celebrate his Bar Mitzvah. There’s a difference between being lonely and being alone and the latter was where Meir resided. What he couldn’t get from the outside world he found in his father’s library. Now this didn’t mean he disliked people, but just the opposite. Meir is a true idealist. always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. He is the kind of person you can relentlessly vent to and have no fear of being judged. On the Meyer’s Briggs scale he falls under INFP otherwise the mediator and falling under the sign of Scorpio in terms of astrology. Meir has embodied characteristics from both archetypes. As far as star signs go, he is quite the jealous person, secretive, distrusting and is prone to engage in violence (now more so than in ritman). Yet he is also passionate, assertive, and also determined, this guides his research as he will scour all of his resources and tool at his disposal to find the truth or the answer he’s looking for. Leaving Ritman High was like hitting the reset button his life, he was able to start over away from everyone who’s ever known him. This took form in many ways, one specifically being his attention to his body. Rather than be the scrawny kid from High school, Meir decided to devote his time to learning about fitness and creating a regime for him to follow. By the time he graduated from college he was a beefier and hunkier piece of man, which boosted his confidence and social standing. Despite his family being large on religion, Meir decided to become a reformed Jew and leave most of his religious customs behind and going so far as getting a tattoo which is otherwise forbidden in Judaic religion. His growth and personality have only gained him a net bonus. Meir is now able to confidently talk in front of a class room of students and flirt with women while also being able to withdraw from the outside and find cathartic release in just being alone. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER Everyone is familiar with how the Dinosaurs were wiped out. In case you didn’t know, it was a giant meteor from outer space. Now what they didn’t tell you is that it wasn’t just some ordinary meteor that wiped them out, but something much more powerful. Over the next several millennia the first civilization of men unearthed the remnants of this prolific meteor. What they found inside the meteor was something else something greater, within the meteor were shards of celestial energy that remained alive all these centuries. This abundance of energy stored inside was treated as a gift from the gods and worshiped as so. During ceremonial rituals the best suited candidate to represent the village would be chose to consume a small shard of this radiant energy. Once bonded with the host the shard granted powerful magic and a surplus of new knowledge and ideas. Civilizations prospered and thrived under the leadership of these powered individuals, much faster than what normal homo sapiens could achieve in the same timeline. However, this amount of power was uncontrollable back in the day and for all their success there was a harvest. Unable to master the power in their vessel the crystal would corrupt and overpower the user, wiping out entire civilizations seemingly overnight, forever branded as ‘lost’. Many historians theorize that civilizations such as the Maya, Indus, Anasazi, Cahokia etc. were lost, but they were just the dregs of once great civilizations. This didn’t mean the crystal was lost however, instead the crystal would trap the bonded soul inside which was intended for use from the new owner. Thus, in turn creating a link to past crystal owners and serving as an encyclopedia on information such as language, architecture, and innovation. And so, the shard was passed from civilization to civilization across the ages until one day it was marked too powerful for use. Instead of implanting it into a person the elders locked it away, planting the crystal within the front of a book. The pages had no writing or invisible ink, there were no photographs or illustrations, just simply a crystal in the front of an otherwise normal book. The powers granted by the shard granted the user a tether to the celestial plane allowing for the access to magic. With the shard serving as a connection to past lives, the user is able to incant and recite the words necessary for these spells. This takes shape into what Meir calls as Constellation Magic which he can then use to mimic spatial anomalies into magical powers. His powers and past lives also grant him to preordained abilities learned from past magicians. These include illusion casting (limited) and telekinesis while the rest are still being learned. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

- ▼ STRENGTHS ► In a world ruled by science and logic, magic is only reserved for people who perform party tricks or those desperate enough to busk on the street. Having an otherworldly power and magic that is beyond explanation allows for potent weapons against those in opposition. Magic is rather versatile and can be choreographed with several other spells at once. Not only that, but dependent on the amount of magic used and incantation length directly effects the strength of the spell being used. It’s almost limitless to say as magic requires a constant learning for the exploration of new possibilities. ▼ WEAKNESSES ►Despite being quite powerful so early on with magic and the possibilities being so endless, Meir is still a newly anointed magician. While he has access to telekinesis, illusion casting, and his own magic, he is restricted to only being able to use one at a time. Meir is also very weak in hand-to-hand combat and his best defense works from a good distance. Despite having mana flowing throw his veins he can overuse his powers easily, thus forcing him to be smart on use and conservation of magical energy. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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▼ PERSONAL DETAILS ► Age - Twenty-five ► Gender - Cis-Male ► Sexuality - Hetero ► Nickname - Magi ► Occupation - Professor at MIT ► Qualifications - Valedictorian at Ritman Valedictorian at MIT Graduate PhD in Linguistics Specialization in Ancient & Dead Languages Multilingual ► Residence - Boston, Massaschusetts ▼ PHYSICALITY ► Scars - Meir has quite the collection of scars covering his body, he considers them battle scars after surviving multiple thrashings by his bullies in school. ► Tattoos - Meir only has one tattoo which is the date of when his Grandparents were liberated from Auschwitz and reunited. 13th of Sh'vat, 5705 is written in on his right arm. ► Piercings - Pierced, but rarely worn. ► Style - Since most of his day is spent on campus or researching, Meir is usually dressed in a combination of business formal, casual, and professional. On his personal time off you can catch him wearing plain shirts, Henley's, and sweaters paired with jeans and sneakers or boots. His hair is usually just a naturally curly shag. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

LIFE AT RITMAN Riman High was far from kind to Meir, in, well everyway imaginable. Every bully needed a target and what better person than the nerdy Jewish kid that had just moved into town. If you couldn’t have guessed by now that particular kid was Meir. Whether it was his stick like figure, his generic cliched thick rimmed glasses, or his bordering obsession with books and languages it was his name that made him stick out. Most kid had simple names like Chris or John, but his parents found it necessary to paint a target on his back by naming him Meir Amos Maggid, yuck. Because of this he was branded as a nerd, a geek, and a total loser really. The years were kinder to him as they went on, the upper classmen graduated never to be seen again, thus leaving Meir at the helm of his own fate. His reputation and the vicious rumors that surrounded him since freshman year began to die down until they were nothing but echoes of the past. Like most nerds he found solace in his professors and hanging in the back of class, particularly like a wallflower. With no contact from females of any group besides a snide laugh or a pointed finger, he was never concerned with the realm of women. Instead, he focused on the realm of academics. I guess you could say he was an overachiever, which also made him a target. Assignments were always handed on time, tests never wavered under a perfect score of a 100%, and each paper had every prim and proper citation one could possibly achieve. Now reading and obtaining media regarding dead and foreign languages wasn’t cheap. That’s when Meir made the most of his brain and began to attend SAT’s for kids at other schools for the right price and writing term papers at a marked-up price. What he lacked in brawn he surely made up in brain. He never got caught and eventually graduated as Ritman High’s Valedictorian, with accolades to boot. Despite the hardships he faced, there were plenty of other students in attendance that took the heat away from him and allowed him to prosper once the daily swirly’s and noogies were out of the way. PSYCHE As long as Meir could remember he’s always been an introvert. It’s not that he didn’t want to socialize or didn’t know how, but much rather the anxiety he would get any time he tried to get it out. Now this could be due to his bullying in school or just how he was generally raised. All he did was stay inside and focus on reading. His first experience with the love of languages and dialect came from when he had to read the Torah and learn Hebrew in order to celebrate his Bar Mitzvah. There’s a difference between being lonely and being alone and the latter was where Meir resided. What he couldn’t get from the outside world he found in his father’s library. Now this didn’t mean he disliked people, but just the opposite. Meir is a true idealist. always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. He is the kind of person you can relentlessly vent to and have no fear of being judged. On the Meyer’s Briggs scale he falls under INFP otherwise the mediator and falling under the sign of Scorpio in terms of astrology. Meir has embodied characteristics from both archetypes. As far as star signs go, he is quite the jealous person, secretive, distrusting and is prone to engage in violence (now more so than in ritman). Yet he is also passionate, assertive, and also determined, this guides his research as he will scour all of his resources and tool at his disposal to find the truth or the answer he’s looking for. Leaving Ritman High was like hitting the reset button his life, he was able to start over away from everyone who’s ever known him. This took form in many ways, one specifically being his attention to his body. Rather than be the scrawny kid from High school, Meir decided to devote his time to learning about fitness and creating a regime for him to follow. By the time he graduated from college he was a beefier and hunkier piece of man, which boosted his confidence and social standing. Despite his family being large on religion, Meir decided to become a reformed Jew and leave most of his religious customs behind and going so far as getting a tattoo which is otherwise forbidden in Judaic religion. His growth and personality have only gained him a net bonus. Meir is now able to confidently talk in front of a class room of students and flirt with women while also being able to withdraw from the outside and find cathartic release in just being alone. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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POWER Everyone is familiar with how the Dinosaurs were wiped out. In case you didn’t know, it was a giant meteor from outer space. Now what they didn’t tell you is that it wasn’t just some ordinary meteor that wiped them out, but something much more powerful. Over the next several millennia the first civilization of men unearthed the remnants of this prolific meteor. What they found inside the meteor was something else something greater, within the meteor were shards of celestial energy that remained alive all these centuries. This abundance of energy stored inside was treated as a gift from the gods and worshiped as so. During ceremonial rituals the best suited candidate to represent the village would be chose to consume a small shard of this radiant energy. Once bonded with the host the shard granted powerful magic and a surplus of new knowledge and ideas. Civilizations prospered and thrived under the leadership of these powered individuals, much faster than what normal homo sapiens could achieve in the same timeline. However, this amount of power was uncontrollable back in the day and for all their success there was a harvest. Unable to master the power in their vessel the crystal would corrupt and overpower the user, wiping out entire civilizations seemingly overnight, forever branded as ‘lost’. Many historians theorize that civilizations such as the Maya, Indus, Anasazi, Cahokia etc. were lost, but they were just the dregs of once great civilizations. This didn’t mean the crystal was lost however, instead the crystal would trap the bonded soul inside which was intended for use from the new owner. Thus, in turn creating a link to past crystal owners and serving as an encyclopedia on information such as language, architecture, and innovation. And so, the shard was passed from civilization to civilization across the ages until one day it was marked too powerful for use. Instead of implanting it into a person the elders locked it away, planting the crystal within the front of a book. The pages had no writing or invisible ink, there were no photographs or illustrations, just simply a crystal in the front of an otherwise normal book. The powers granted by the shard granted the user a tether to the celestial plane allowing for the access to magic. With the shard serving as a connection to past lives, the user is able to incant and recite the words necessary for these spells. This takes shape into what Meir calls as Constellation Magic which he can then use to mimic spatial anomalies into magical powers. His powers and past lives also grant him to preordained abilities learned from past magicians. These include illusion casting (limited) and telekinesis while the rest are still being learned. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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OBLIVION— interest check

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Delbrook Academy: Senior Year [ FULL ]

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^{Big Thief - Masterpiece}

Casper wasn’t sure what the allure of the beach was to him. Maybe it was the soft sea foam that formed from every wave or the intoxicating smell of the salt fresh from each tide. Regardless of what it was, he was drawn to it, to the point that it became a habit for him before school everyday. Unlike most of his peers, his functioning hours laid between twilight. 2am-6am was his favorite time as it felt like that’s when the world finally felt like it was a ghost town and no one was there to occupy it but himself. Between the soft faded clouds, peeked the head of the sun. Within a few minutes everything was doused in a medley of pinks, purples, and oranges. Looking at his phone it was almost time for the first and last day of his Delbrook career. Birds began to sing while he popped AirPods into his ear and hit play before he started down the road on his skateboard. It’s not that he didn’t want a car nor that he couldn’t afford one, but he didn’t really need one since he lived decently close to campus and it saved him money for things he considered more important, like creating an EP for labels to listen to.

Like their mascot, Casper rolled in like a rising tide. He was greeted with the new class of freshmen that moved up from the middle school and he couldn’t help but wonder if he looked that young when he was their age, they get tinier every year. The halls were as clogged as always, pushing past the loitering crowd and peering into the cafeteria to see if he recognized anyone. Nothing. Guess everyone was either still arriving or already in home room. He walked past the center of the school at a crossroads looking at the massive image of Poseidon etched on the wall and kind of scoffed, after all guys who were into Greek mythology were the equivalent to girls who got into astrology. He liked both so what did that say about him? The drum of the five minute bell pulled him back in, the only thing more terrorizing than the bell was the default alarm on the iPhone. Luckily he made it in time just to catch the makings of a line formed outside Miss Goldman’s room. Spanish was cool and all, but Creole was more up his alley or that’s what his mom led him to believe.

“Hola, cómo estás Profe?” That should have gotten the heat off him for now, making his way to his seat. He found himself comfortably square in the middle of the chart. Everyone already knew him by Caspian, Cas, or Casper so there was no need to write his nicknames on the board. She went over the typical spiel as she did every year prior. It was nice to know they had the autonomy to do whatever they wanted in their free period. Casper mostly slept since he spends four or so hours up on the beach. Just then the speaker came alive with static before the Sea god himself began to speak. He half rolled his eyes at the dystopian practice of standing up and reciting something so indoctrinated within them since elementary school, but nonetheless he humored their principal and stood up idly until it was over. Casper turned and made sure he greeted his new and old peers before the principal finished the rest of his message and they headed over to the auditorium. More pleasantries that put mostly everyone to sleep until they perked up at the announcement of the carnival. This was almost undoubtedly a risky way to start the year, but as they headed onto the field, Casper only head one thought in his mind. Funnel Cake.

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_{"If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets."
-Hikaru Murakami}

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_______________________________________ N A M E Caspian 'Casper' Wells O N L I N E - N A M E S CaspianSees Th3FriendlyGhost NewHere A G E 19 G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Queer P L A C E O F O R I G I N Portland, Maine C U R R E N T R E S I D E N C E North Long Beach 'Norf Norf', Long Beach, California E T H N I C I T Y Filipino/Haitian _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5ft 11in Weight: 170 Hair: Moss green Eyes: Dark Brown Body Type: Slim Build Body Marks: LBE (Lame Boyz ENT, his musical group) in a mimic Japanese style on his forehead, Apple under his right eye, John Frusciante’s face on his right hand _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single F A M I L Y Father: ∞ Zoren Wells - Aircraft Pilot at Long Beach Airport Mother: ∞ Islande Wells - Social Justice and Human Rights Professor at Biola University P E T S A 6 year old Bengal Cat named Ishii H O M E S W E E T H O M E ∞ Yo MTV Cribs ∞ Come on in! _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Music, but not just listening to it, but performing it. Mostly in the musty basements of college houses, stationed right next to the laundry and dryers. Or in the backyards of his highschool peers on the seldom whim of doing so. ✔ Fashion. Whether that's fast fashion, designer, or a thrifted set he loves blending it all to make his own unique look. ✔ Lobster Rolls. Can't be a native of Maine without having a taste for those little cretaceous arthropods and their cute little chelicerae. ✔ Skateboarding. If you've ever seen Lords of Dogtown, yeah, that's the kind of vibe he's going for. If you haven't he's pretty much your local skater boy. ✔ Japanese Art. If it wasn't evident from his tattoo, he has a deep appreciation for Japanese art. Whether its something as simple as the characters in their alphabet or their writers like Hikaru Murakami, he loves it all. ✔ Environmentalism. If he had a back up plan to his passion for music it would be his interest in conservation of the environment. ✔ Paraphernalia. Like most students and artists, Caspian isn't a stranger to drugs and alcohol. If anything it gives him the necessary level of inspiration. ✔ Astrology. Surprisingly Caspian is pretty well versed in the signs. His big three are Aquarius Moon, Capricorn Rising with a Scorpio Sun. ✔ Noir Films, Vinyls, Photos taken on disposable cameras, recording shows on camcorders. D I S L I K E S ✘ Hates seeing people being taken advantage or pressured into uncomfortable situations. ✘ People who don't curb their dogs. ✘ Those who don't really have a respect for the environment around them. ✘ Musicians using their fame or talent to solicit things from others. ✘ Long division and derivatives. ✘ Shrimp, despite liking mostly if not all other forms of seafood. ✘ Scented vapes. ✘ Stereotyping based on looks alone. ✘ Gatekeeping hobbies or locations people intentionally show but hide on social media. You're a lame if you do that. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Placid ♣ Responsible ♣ Detached ♣ Creative ♣ Humanitarian ♣ Confrontational ♣ Loyal ♣ Social ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y - ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E 3.8 | A- F A V O R I T E C L A S S Music Theory E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Music Theory | Music Production | Guitar E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R Marching Band | Concert Band T R A N S P O R T A T I O N A pretty sick 5 speed bicycle, but most days his trusty skateboard. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N To Casper there's only really two paths set up for him once he graduates. The first one is to make a living off his music. If that means performing from tiny ballrooms to sold out venues in nothing but a cramped van, so be it. If not playing than producing would do just as well. If his music dreams fall through he would fall back on pursuing Environmental conservation in college somewhere in California or maybe back on the East Coast. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Casper doesn't have a job persay, but he does volunteer every Wednesday at a food kitchen. Mostly cooking meals and helping families pick out groceries fit for their religious beliefs. Other than that he makes what little money he has off of house shows or guitar/drumming/singing lessons. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Bixby Skatepark Long Beach ∞ El Dorado Nature Center ∞ Earl Burns Miller Japanese Garden ∞ Gemmae Bake Shop R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Music Lessons ∞ Volunteer Work ∞ Cultivating a college worthy resume ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Spends any free time he has playing mostly single player games on his PS5 Once in a while will go hiking and forage for edible mushrooms. Takes a yearly trip overseas with his parents. Understands both of his parents native tongues fluently but knows about a handful of words between the two. Inuyasha T H E M E S O N G CANNON - BROCKHAMPTON Face Claim: Dominic Fike | #17A5A5

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_______________________________________ N A M E Caspian 'Casper' Wells O N L I N E - N A M E S CaspianSees Th3FriendlyGhost NewHere A G E 19 G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Queer P L A C E O F O R I G I N Portland, Maine C U R R E N T R E S I D E N C E North Long Beach 'Norf Norf', Long Beach, California E T H N I C I T Y Filipino/Haitian _______________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5ft 11in Weight: 170 Hair: Moss green Eyes: Dark Brown Body Type: Slim Build Body Marks: LBE (Lame Boyz ENT, his musical group) in a mimic Japanese style on his forehead, Apple under his right eye, John Frusciante’s face on his right hand _______________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single F A M I L Y Father: ∞ Zoren Wells - Aircraft Pilot at Long Beach Airport Mother: ∞ Islande Wells - Social Justice and Human Rights Professor at Biola University P E T S A 6 year old Bengal Cat named Ishii H O M E S W E E T H O M E ∞ Yo MTV Cribs ∞ Come on in! _______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Music, but not just listening to it, but performing it. Mostly in the musty basements of college houses, stationed right next to the laundry and dryers. Or in the backyards of his highschool peers on the seldom whim of doing so. ✔ Fashion. Whether that's fast fashion, designer, or a thrifted set he loves blending it all to make his own unique look. ✔ Lobster Rolls. Can't be a native of Maine without having a taste for those little cretaceous arthropods and their cute little chelicerae. ✔ Skateboarding. If you've ever seen Lords of Dogtown, yeah, that's the kind of vibe he's going for. If you haven't he's pretty much your local skater boy. ✔ Japanese Art. If it wasn't evident from his tattoo, he has a deep appreciation for Japanese art. Whether its something as simple as the characters in their alphabet or their writers like Hikaru Murakami, he loves it all. ✔ Environmentalism. If he had a back up plan to his passion for music it would be his interest in conservation of the environment. ✔ Paraphernalia. Like most students and artists, Caspian isn't a stranger to drugs and alcohol. If anything it gives him the necessary level of inspiration. ✔ Astrology. Surprisingly Caspian is pretty well versed in the signs. His big three are Aquarius Moon, Capricorn Rising with a Scorpio Sun. ✔ Noir Films, Vinyls, Photos taken on disposable cameras, recording shows on camcorders. D I S L I K E S ✘ Hates seeing people being taken advantage or pressured into uncomfortable situations. ✘ People who don't curb their dogs. ✘ Those who don't really have a respect for the environment around them. ✘ Musicians using their fame or talent to solicit things from others. ✘ Long division and derivatives. ✘ Shrimp, despite liking mostly if not all other forms of seafood. ✘ Scented vapes. ✘ Stereotyping based on looks alone. ✘ Gatekeeping hobbies or locations people intentionally show but hide on social media. You're a lame if you do that. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Placid ♣ Responsible ♣ Detached ♣ Creative ♣ Humanitarian ♣ Confrontational ♣ Loyal ♣ Social ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y - ____________________________________________________________________________ S C H O O L I N F O G R A D E Y E A R 12th grade G P A & A V E R A G E 3.8 | A- F A V O R I T E C L A S S Music Theory E L E C T I V E C L A S S E S Music Theory | Music Production | Guitar E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R Marching Band | Concert Band T R A N S P O R T A T I O N A pretty sick 5 speed bicycle, but most days his trusty skateboard. P L A N S A F T E R G R A D U A T I O N To Casper there's only really two paths set up for him once he graduates. The first one is to make a living off his music. If that means performing from tiny ballrooms to sold out venues in nothing but a cramped van, so be it. If not playing than producing would do just as well. If his music dreams fall through he would fall back on pursuing Environmental conservation in college somewhere in California or maybe back on the East Coast. ____________________________________________________________________________ A F T E R - S C H O O L I N F O E M P L O Y M E N T Casper doesn't have a job persay, but he does volunteer every Wednesday at a food kitchen. Mostly cooking meals and helping families pick out groceries fit for their religious beliefs. Other than that he makes what little money he has off of house shows or guitar/drumming/singing lessons. F A V O R I T E P L A C E S ∞ Bixby Skatepark Long Beach ∞ El Dorado Nature Center ∞ Earl Burns Miller Japanese Garden ∞ Gemmae Bake Shop R E S P O N S I B I L I T I E S ∞ Music Lessons ∞ Volunteer Work ∞ Cultivating a college worthy resume ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Spends any free time he has playing mostly single player games on his PS5 Once in a while will go hiking and forage for edible mushrooms. Takes a yearly trip overseas with his parents. Understands both of his parents native tongues fluently but knows about a handful of words between the two. Inuyasha T H E M E S O N G CANNON - BROCKHAMPTON Face Claim: Dominic Fike | #17A5A5

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

@VeyrinDay[@everyone]

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It was hard to know whether or not the words that left her mouth were genuine or crafted from tricks of the trades, she had hoped it was the latter as it had been a few years since joining Tsukiyama. Things were different this time around, her first gang, Sons of Angels, was just a means to an ends. For some reason she felt like she could finally find peace with her peers, but for now old habits still die hard. Luckily for Hikari, Kiyo recently just cleared all the excess empty bottles in her car so they didn’t spill out once she opened the door, a little habit she started to develop on tails. “Seems like he got his money’s worth before you know. Well anyways lets hope you don’t have to wear his skin for too long. Cigarette?” She asked with the orange end of the filter popping up out of a cramped carton. Hikari didn’t seem like the type, but then again none of them did, regardless it was just good manners.

She sunk back into her seat before the engine turned over once more and she took off. “She’s my pride and joy, I’ve had her for a few years now. The only reliable house and bed I’ve known, take as much of a rest as you need. I’ll get there before the meeting starts.”

“Out of nowhere, the mind comes forth.”, she didn’t quite know what Hikari meant by this, but she let it rattle in her brain before she slipped a disk into the tray and let the colorful jazz slip them into a stream of unconsciousness.

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Headlights pierced the nights fog jutting from the grates below the hideout. Lights dimmed and the hum of her car fell silent. “Right on time” she said before opening the passengers side door to let Hikari out. With no time to dawdle they entered right away. Familiar faces populated the room around her and the smile of Tsuki seemed like a good omen, that or it was just a particularly strong joint. Regardless, she found a seat before pressing the wrinkles out of her pants. It was all business from the start, Tsuki found no avenue for wasted breath or intel. Kiyo hung onto every word just waiting for her name to be called so she could get a head start on her mission, alone hopefully.

After hearing all of the assignments she was a bit remised to have not been on the all girl mission, then again she wasn’t one for glamour or sex appeal. Not that having an eyepatch lent any kind of support in that aspect, maybe someone would find it exotic. Explosives weren’t her speciality, but she has played the role of saboteur quite a handful of time. As good as she was at stealth, the possibility of it going south was what excited her the most. After all, punishing the weapons dealers with her own weapons seemed poetic.

She stood and began to walk towards her group assignment, “We’ll be the first ones done Tsuki” she said confidently, before leaning on a table next to Hiroto.