I can see Joseph becoming a golfer with the private golf course. Maybe play baseball a time or two just so I can make an "Angels In The Outfield" reference a time or two...
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Name: Adrian Horne
Grade: Junior
Codename: THE GREAT RUBBERBANDO!!!!!!! (Though pretty much everyone else will be calling him Rubberbando)
Powers: Able to stretch his body and limbs up too three miles long from toes to fingertips. Can also contort, remold himself, and flatten or inflate. With a little training Adrian has learned how to remold himself to look completely different, with a wig and contacts he can change everything about himself to look like anyone else entirely
Appearance:
Stands at around a modest 5'9 and is 142 pounds before the incident. His weight now, despite looking the same, is a meager 52 pounds. Normally wears simple, comfortable clothes. T-shirts, fairly loose jeans, sneakers.
Clubs or Achievements: Student and trainer at Bella Dance Academy, knows how to play piano, member and vice president of high school thespians club.
Brief Bio: Adrian from the start seemingly had his path laid out for him. His father was one of England's finest Shakespearean actors of the last 20 some off years, and his mom was a talented ballerina dancer who fell for his father during rehearsals for a performance of The Nutcracker. The two moved to Central City when Adrian's father was hired to work with the city's performance center of the arts as an administrative. Meanwhile his mom Bella proceeded to create Bella Dance Academy.
With Adrian following in both of their footsteps the path may seem daunting, but thankfully on top of being skilled in their arts. Both had a very approachable personality and willingness to work with their son in dance and acting, even with their son's seemingly goofy nature. A goofy nature that only got worse when Adrian started going to his school's drama classes and seeing the similarly silly classmates who quickly grew to be close friends.
Though that isn't to say Adrian is some dork who has twinkle toes and knows the lyrics to every Disney song ever (Seriously he has a staggering collection of Disney VHS tapes in their original clam shell cases). Adrian is a man who expects a lot from himself. Someone who doesn't ask for respect but demands it through his work. In local high school acting competitions Adrian has been a constant favorite to win, and in dance his ballet techniques have made him a teacher of sorts for the younger, more inexperienced students. Though when someone makes fun of him for his time in ballet and dance. Adrian calmly smiles and simply usually says “I'm the only guy in a class of about 14 cute girls... momma didn't raise no fool.”
When it came time to cut loose, Adrian was planning a quiet night at the house watching The Producers on DVD with a bowl of popcorn when one of his classmates told him about a big party going on. Eventually he got talked into going, something he now deeply regrets.
(I haven't decided if he'll be gay or not. I feel like it would be the right move but its also a serious stereotype if he was also.)
Grade: Junior
Codename: THE GREAT RUBBERBANDO!!!!!!! (Though pretty much everyone else will be calling him Rubberbando)
Powers: Able to stretch his body and limbs up too three miles long from toes to fingertips. Can also contort, remold himself, and flatten or inflate. With a little training Adrian has learned how to remold himself to look completely different, with a wig and contacts he can change everything about himself to look like anyone else entirely
Appearance:
Stands at around a modest 5'9 and is 142 pounds before the incident. His weight now, despite looking the same, is a meager 52 pounds. Normally wears simple, comfortable clothes. T-shirts, fairly loose jeans, sneakers.
Clubs or Achievements: Student and trainer at Bella Dance Academy, knows how to play piano, member and vice president of high school thespians club.
Brief Bio: Adrian from the start seemingly had his path laid out for him. His father was one of England's finest Shakespearean actors of the last 20 some off years, and his mom was a talented ballerina dancer who fell for his father during rehearsals for a performance of The Nutcracker. The two moved to Central City when Adrian's father was hired to work with the city's performance center of the arts as an administrative. Meanwhile his mom Bella proceeded to create Bella Dance Academy.
With Adrian following in both of their footsteps the path may seem daunting, but thankfully on top of being skilled in their arts. Both had a very approachable personality and willingness to work with their son in dance and acting, even with their son's seemingly goofy nature. A goofy nature that only got worse when Adrian started going to his school's drama classes and seeing the similarly silly classmates who quickly grew to be close friends.
Though that isn't to say Adrian is some dork who has twinkle toes and knows the lyrics to every Disney song ever (Seriously he has a staggering collection of Disney VHS tapes in their original clam shell cases). Adrian is a man who expects a lot from himself. Someone who doesn't ask for respect but demands it through his work. In local high school acting competitions Adrian has been a constant favorite to win, and in dance his ballet techniques have made him a teacher of sorts for the younger, more inexperienced students. Though when someone makes fun of him for his time in ballet and dance. Adrian calmly smiles and simply usually says “I'm the only guy in a class of about 14 cute girls... momma didn't raise no fool.”
When it came time to cut loose, Adrian was planning a quiet night at the house watching The Producers on DVD with a bowl of popcorn when one of his classmates told him about a big party going on. Eventually he got talked into going, something he now deeply regrets.
(I haven't decided if he'll be gay or not. I feel like it would be the right move but its also a serious stereotype if he was also.)
Kindred checking in. I'm still going with the same powers as I said last time. Should I start him off as an opposing force first or just go along with the joining?
Lets just make him good this time. Cut to the chase and all that.
“The events that night in Central City are still hazy, as are certainly some of the young minds that are involved. However for right now here's what we do know...
Around 12:16 am, a party had been going on at the G06 warehouse just off the pier near the abandoned industrial area of the city. We're not sure on who had rented out the warehouse yet or necessarily who was running the event to begin with. All of the permits and paperwork have led into a loop of different people who each either have different stories or don't even know whats going on themselves.
Those who were still at the party around this time became exposed to some kind of reaction to a nearby explosion. While no one was killed or too seriously wounded from the blast itself. It resulted in a mix of airborne chemicals that most if not all of the young people in attendance inhaled to some degree of dosage. Once the party was shut down and the young people were sent home however. That's when things started getting interesting.
Reports quickly began coming in of almost supernatural occurrences. Many of the same young people had begun developing super powers over night. Though others weren't as lucky, the chemicals causing them to mutate into beastly forms. Those involved have become nicknamed by the media and general public as 'big bang babies' with the explosion being called 'the big bang'. While we're under orders to arrest any on sight, some of these young men and women have essentially started doing what they can to help control matters. Fighting back against those using their powers for underhanded and nefarious means.
All we know for sure right now is things are probably going to get worse before they get any better....”
For our lives now, for everyone we know and love, its us versus them.
I don't know who exactly is the 'them' of that line, but we have something deeper here.
That explosion, the party itself, there's no coincidence here. We were set up from the start to be expose to whatever that stuff was.
They've been at it for some time now, slowly picking up some of the other people who were there that night. Some willingly joining them, most probably not though.
They're the others too, the ones who mutated their minds are gone, twisted into some kind of monster beyond all human form.
I made sure you're the only person I want seeing this message, its encrypted, and will be completely wiped from existence as soon as I find out you read it. They might think of you as a menace now, some kind of threat, but I know you have it in you to do something about all this, the right thing to do. As for who I am? Just call me Apollo for now. Trust me, I might be the only 'friend' you have anymore.
As soon as I hear back from you, we can get this show on the road.
Around 12:16 am, a party had been going on at the G06 warehouse just off the pier near the abandoned industrial area of the city. We're not sure on who had rented out the warehouse yet or necessarily who was running the event to begin with. All of the permits and paperwork have led into a loop of different people who each either have different stories or don't even know whats going on themselves.
Those who were still at the party around this time became exposed to some kind of reaction to a nearby explosion. While no one was killed or too seriously wounded from the blast itself. It resulted in a mix of airborne chemicals that most if not all of the young people in attendance inhaled to some degree of dosage. Once the party was shut down and the young people were sent home however. That's when things started getting interesting.
Reports quickly began coming in of almost supernatural occurrences. Many of the same young people had begun developing super powers over night. Though others weren't as lucky, the chemicals causing them to mutate into beastly forms. Those involved have become nicknamed by the media and general public as 'big bang babies' with the explosion being called 'the big bang'. While we're under orders to arrest any on sight, some of these young men and women have essentially started doing what they can to help control matters. Fighting back against those using their powers for underhanded and nefarious means.
All we know for sure right now is things are probably going to get worse before they get any better....”
For our lives now, for everyone we know and love, its us versus them.
I don't know who exactly is the 'them' of that line, but we have something deeper here.
That explosion, the party itself, there's no coincidence here. We were set up from the start to be expose to whatever that stuff was.
They've been at it for some time now, slowly picking up some of the other people who were there that night. Some willingly joining them, most probably not though.
They're the others too, the ones who mutated their minds are gone, twisted into some kind of monster beyond all human form.
I made sure you're the only person I want seeing this message, its encrypted, and will be completely wiped from existence as soon as I find out you read it. They might think of you as a menace now, some kind of threat, but I know you have it in you to do something about all this, the right thing to do. As for who I am? Just call me Apollo for now. Trust me, I might be the only 'friend' you have anymore.
As soon as I hear back from you, we can get this show on the road.
Yeah basically...
Are you talking the real world time or roleplay time?
Well how much more are you planning with the rave before whatever is next.
So how long will it take for shit to hit any particular fan? I don't mind waiting with Joseph and Nicholas but I hope it wont be like a month or something.
Alright post made, wanted to make something a little different from everyone else, play into Nathan's comic relief status a bit.
“Hey Nate... some weird guy in a suit is at the front door looking for you.”
Nathan McFadden had a moment when his hungover brain refused to make sense of what his roommate said, or even where he was at the moment. Finally it coughed up the second bit of information. He was in Cocoa Beach, Florida, last night he DJ a party at some nice hotel for a surfing competition's after party. Now that he got that settled he realized what his roommate at the shack he was crashing in told him. “Oh shit... alright alright. Dude what time is it anyways?” Nathan moaned as he got up, throwing on a shirt over the speedo he usually slept in.
Nathan sloughed over to the front door, a weirdly nice looking man holding an envelope, looking at the young blond man with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah whats up bro?” Nathan asked having to hold himself upright against the door frame. Nathan suddenly had the envelope put to his chest. “Read this privately Mr. McFadden.” The man quickly started to take his leave as Nathan just looked on quizzically. “Yeah sure mister mysterious man figure I'm probably hallucinating...” Nathan called back to the guy before before shaking his head. Figuring he might as well comply as he closed the front door behind him.
The lightly tanned man was thankful his roommates weren't seeing him right now. Not only was that guy weird but Nathan had a sneaking suspicion his body was wobbling something fierce. Not even in the traditional sense, but literally swaying to and fro in a way only a spineless fish could. Stuff like that happened when he was hungover or drunk. One time he got so drunk he ended up with a beer belly that practically redefined the term as it hung out a few feet from him. Of course having these powers meant being able to fix that kind of stuff and be back to muscular glory in no time. Still he needed to be able to remind himself to look normal when he was doing anything. One real lapse of thought can cause him to go from stud to what the hell is that in no time.
Getting back to his room Nathan flopped down onto the cheap mattress he was sleeping on and got his pillows propped up to get comfy. After all one can't read really neat secret documents while uncomfortable, that's just a fact. Letting his finger get morphed into something more shaped like a letter opener Nathan opened the envelope with it and quickly watch the plane ticket flop onto his stomach. A ticket to Haiti? FUCK YEAH! Man he knew Kelly Slater was a cool guy but he didn't realize the guy was this cool! The letter came out next, and either Kelly has a sick sense of humor or Nathan's smile quickly fading meant something.
'Nathan. You don't know me, but I know you.
I know it's hard to trust someone you don't know, but I'm asking you to just read this letter and give me a chance. The government has targeted you. That blood test you took last month was taken by every teenager in the country. It was looking for people like you. Special people. You're not the only one. There are hundreds, if not thousands. I'm giving you a choice. Stay where you are now, and die, or be taken away to live out your days as a lab rat - or, alternatively, leave your home, get on that plane and do not look back.'
'You will never be able to have the life that you have planned now, but I can offer you a new life. A life where you can be a part of the downfall of the government's genocide of people like you and I. Your powers are a gift, I can help you use them for good. If you decide to take that ticket, know that a lot of hard work and danger will be coming your way. But ask yourself - is that not better than death? I hope to see you in Haiti. Look for a man holding a sign saying 'Smith Family' when you arrive there. He will take you to your new home, should you choose to take the flight.
'Regards, -W.V.'
'P.S.: If you have family, it's best that they don't know where you're going.'
Dude, the fuck?
Nathan for a second glanced around the room, hoping some guy was going to pop out and tell him how the prank was so good. Sadly it wasn't happening though, what the hell blood test was it even talking about? More importantly why the Hell was the Government after him? What did he do? Yeah his all elastic or something but he has never used it to do anything bad. Sure he uses it to look more beefy than he normally does (Not that he'll ever admit it, all natural baby), and occasionally by himself he used it to get beer out of a fridge while lounging on the couch. IS ALL THAT NOW A CRIME OR SOMETHING? Seriously Nathan was not sure what the Hell to think right now. On the one hand all of this is so messed up none of it feels real. On the other he sure as Hell isn't normal being able to stretch all over the place like those old Stretch Armstrong dolls. On the third non existent hand, free trip to Haiti!
Nathan had to keep mauling over the choices for a moment, holding the ticket and letter in his hand and tapping it against his other hand as he was trying to figure out what his confused brain was going with. As he did that though Nathan started to glance out the window. His eyes widened almost unnaturally when he realized someone was outside, the guy was wearing a suit and shades and coming towards the shack. “Shit!” Nathan mouthed under his breath. Well guess that settles that.
In a frantic rush Nathan hurried to get all of his clothes shoved into the single piece of luggage he had. Almost forgetting to put pants on himself until he was almost finished “Crap crap crap CRAP!” Nathan finally got all his things together when he saw the man just at the door, yeah defiently back door exit time! WAIT! Almost forgot the surfboards, never forget the surfboards! Nathan got everything together, quickly throwing the backdoor open and running out the door, dialing a taxi as he ran away.
“Hey man how did the job interview go?”
“Really good, hey why was Nathan running away from the house like that?”
“Who knows, you wanna play some Road Rash 64?”
“Hell yeah.”
~ Later at the airport ~
Nathan was no stranger to the airport, thanks to a few trips to California, Hawaii, and once to Australia as a graduation present. Though that said the young man still stuck out like a sore thumb as he glanced around at the business men and families around him. Shit his mom and dad, he never did call them. Nathan scratched the back of his head, sadly he didn't really see a need too. Sure he loved them a ton, but by now they did their thing and he did his thing. They didn't talk too much and at least as far as Nathan could tell they didn't mind. Sure if he needed money he'd usually return home, help work at dad's surf shop or mom's bake cart for a while, then head back out to do whatever. It was a good system, well it was until all this crap. Seriously the Government has to put its funds into going after guys like him? Don't they have anything better to do? Nathan sighed as the plane was about to start boarding, who knew going to Haiti could be both so awesome and suck so hard at the same time?
Nathan is from... well I already said where his from in the profile didn't I? Anyway. I'll post tomorrow, had a nine hour shift at work today and I'm beat.
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