Cruallassar

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Michael finishes his chapter and closes his book with a thin whap of paper coming together. Standing up, he starts walking toward the others. "Welp, all I know right now is this is a way more eventful lunch period than I had planned. My compliments to the school event coordinators. Now, who has a guess as to the way out?" He looks around the delightful hellscape to see what there is to see.

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Michael had stayed in his seat when the other table fellow had gone toward the altercation. He had looked up and sized up the situation in a somewhat similar fashion, and was considering moving toward the exit to head the brigand off when someone else started a fight...probably not the greatest of ideas, and it was at that point where Michael leaned back in his seat and took a bite of his sandwich, carefully watching the fun. Then someone got stabbed and the whole place became hell.

Well then.

Michael guessed that this meant lunch break wouldn't be ending any time soon. He picked his book back up and resumed reading it, though he kept an eye on the other survivors. At least his corner was relatively devoid of dead bodies...it would be more comfortable without the supheric air though.

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Michael went through his first three classes relatively uneventfully, learning the expectations and intros of each one and committing them to memory, and picking seats close to the door. He marked a few people in them as just being notably noted, but naturally, none of them stood out as particularly interesting as of yet. To be expected...the interesting people weren't likely to stand out while silently attending class, unless of course you were Michael himself. As the bell rang for lunch, he picked up his lunchbox from his locker and microwaved himself a ham and cheese sandwich, saving his apple for after school, before assuming a seat at a mostly empty table diagonally opposite an older @neogreggory kid. Ignoring the other apart from an initial glance, he pulls out his book again and resumes reading while he eats his lunch, taking a moment out every few moments to glance around the cafeteria at the other students.

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As the bell rung, Michael had already slid his book back into his back and charged off in the direction of class with a quick bye in the sports girl's direction. His first class was right nearby, so he made sure he was opening the door as the closing chimes rang through the school. Sitting down, he proceeded to comport himself in his usual impressive manner...he could leave reading his book in class for English class or something he didn't actually have to learn anything for.

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Michael nodded amiably, returning his book to its being read position. "I'm not familiar with those. Aren't finals every year though?" He added that last almost as a musing to himself, then appeared to think nothing of it as he checked his watch to see how close classes were. Habits of being in the classroom at the first bell didn't form themselves, after all.

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Michael looked up briefly when the other girl sat town to sort her schedule. "No problem." He responded, sizing her up in about half a second. Sports girl...usually a bit shallow, but a hell of a lot nicer to hang out with than the guy version. Even still, predictions he may make, but it's a bit premature to assume them to be true...he'd just be unsurprised later if they were. Then the obvious book question...hmm, plus one point. "Quite. Ender's Game." He said with the appropriate degree of friendliness, holding the book up for a moment to show the cover.

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Michael hopped out of his dad's truck, slinging his pack onto his back with a brisk farewell, and walked quickly and surely onto the campus. He still had some time to kill before classes, and despite the many people arriving and milling about and socializing in groups like that one over there, he wasn't really one who cared. Instead, he headed towards a table that was nice and centrally located with regard to all his classes, sat down with his back next to him, and pulled out a novel to read until class.

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@Cruallassar

We will send you mad as rest of us soon ernough! :)

@PrinceAlexus

Hah, you presume too much...

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Huh. So far, I'm the only relatively normal person here.
I'm not used to that feeling.

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Michael Forester

Name: Michael Forester

Alliases: Mike, and also his gaming username Cruallassar.

Age: 15

Powers/Abilities: Having no context, I will provide three possibilities individually developable depending on the story arc. Firstly would be shadow powers, including shadow manipulation, dematerialization, transportation and camouflage, among others. Second would be author powers, able to write additions to reality...such as a gun or magic object. Thirdly might be the Force. These are three power probabilities that have distinct meaning with regard to this character.

Height: 5 feet, ten inches.

Appearance: Almost-black hair, brown if you look at it in the right light and are able to see the lighter coloration. Brown eyes are slightly inset on a smooth, yet thin and angular face with a narrow chin. He tends to wear a casual smirk, and has an otherwise narrow build.
Attire-wise, he can nearly always be found wearing black jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt, even in summer 100 degree weather. He has a watch on his right wrist, and between classes, he has a black backpack that looks like he stores his entire locker's worth of books in it. He also wears a black pouch on his belt with an array of pens and pencils.

Personality: Intelligent, reserved, a ready wit and a lack of respect and/or knowledge for popular society are all attributes that would easily describe Michael. His speech patterns resemble Ultron and he can converse intelligently with anyone and on anything he deems intelligent, and scathingly with anyone on anything he deems not. Casually superior is what he would categorize himself as if asked, but it is easy to tell when he decides to take something...or someone...seriously. He makes it show. His compliments are to be treasured, his friendship is difficult to gain and harder still to lose, and while he would absolutely not take a bullet for his friends...he would certainly summon the fires of hell to avenge them, if needed to. (Metaphorically speaking of course...he's more into sentient computer programs, battlesuits, shadow/elven magic, and safer forms of fire. He's not self-destructive, after all.) He is someone who can be trusted by anyone but his enemies, feared by those, consulted on matters of intelligence, and ignored when it comes to social events and pop culture. Because in that, he will be standing quietly in the darkest corner he can find.

History: Michael is the oldest in a family of 6, and was homeschooled his whole life until this point. It was decided that his mom's attention was better served teaching his siblings, and he would benefit more from an actual highschool, since he was teaching himself most of his subjects...or simply ignoring them...at that point. So, at the age of 15, (Since he was plenty smart enough and because his birthday was just before the school year started so he'd be either the youngest or the oldest Freshman in the school...) our story begins.

Anything else?/Trivial facts.
One can list off popular singers, bands, and actors for an hour and he isn't likely to be familiar with more than ten of them.
He knows nearly everything about Star Wars...well, compared to anyone around him anyway.
He has started writing a book twice, failed each time, but has more established world built for each one separately than many existing movies, shows, or novels.
If you see him packing his bags, class will end in about 20 seconds. If you watch his hand thereafter, you will see him count down the last three of them. His watch is synchronized with the school clock, and he prides himself on being the first to class and the first to leave.
He walks faster than some people jog.