Eric Horst

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| DR. SAM CRANHAM | | 27 | | MALE |

| BIOTECHNOLOGIST | | GRAY-ASEXUAL |

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At exactly 5'11, Sam stands slightly above the crowd. His wavy brown hair is kept at a decent length, away from his chestnut brown eyes. Unless the occasion calls for contacts, he's often seen wearing glasses. He weighs in at around 162 lbs, and being on the thin side, his clothes sometimes feel a bit big on him, even if they look fine. He dresses very business casual under his lab coat.


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Born in Denver, Colorado, Sam lived in a family of four, as the first born son of a banker and a somewhat successful actor. Sam was the one to take care of his younger sibling, his sister Josie, since their parents were often out, their jobs absorbing much of their time. Sam always had a curious mind, which aided in his studies in school. He didn't have perfect grades, especially when it came to subjects like English, as his social awkwardness made pubic speaking difficult for him. When the day came that was to head out to University, his mother quit her job as an actor to take over the care of his sister, meaning he had no need to worry about how his sister would fare.

University was one of the most peaceful times in his life, as he no longer had to worry about anyone but himself, and his grades in Biology and other related subjects swiftly rose, as his studies in Biotechnology began. He wanted to recreate humanity, in fact, it had been his goal since childhood. Humans were always in a rush, so what if he extended their lifespans? Maybe he could force humanity to evolve ahead of time? With his goal in mind, his time in University passed quickly, and within four years, he had his Ph.D.

He applied to several research facilities, however, he got a reply from a site he hadn't applied to, in fact, he wasn't even aware of it's existence until he received the invitation. It was then, that the experiments could truly begin.




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Although his intelligence is rather high, Sam spent many of his years studying and caring for his sister, so he never had any friends, nor the time for them. He has little idea of how to act around others, so he always sounds like he's plotting somebody's death when he speaks to others. Being asexual, he holds no feelings of sexual desire towards others, though he is perfectly capable of falling in love, though the facility is the first place he's had time to even breath in.

He's often thinking about new ways to genetically engineer new mutations in humans, and can often be found "Moping About" when an experiment fails to yield results. He actually holds a surprisingly amount of empathy for the subjects, though he rarely shows it, and is far more attached to them then he should be.

He's a listener over a talker, and thinks before he acts, so he's often hesitant to proceed with particularly dangerous tasks, with good reason.

X-Men: The New Era

Jason Green

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Location:

The School's Interior, The Lounge

Interactions:

Open

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The doors from one of the offices pushed open, and out stepped a hooded figure. Hooded, but not particularly menacing on first glance. In fact, one probably wouldn't think much of them if they happened to be around to see the hooded one, at least not on first glance. Normal humans probably would have a least felt a shiver, but that was when the hood was down. The wearer of the hood remained rather silent as they stepped out of the nurses office, in deep thought as to the events that had unfolded prior. Much had occurred in the past week, and he was still trying to wrap his brain around it. Jason Green had been a not so average kid about a month ago, although not very social and constantly paranoid, his life had been a simple one.

A little over a week ago however, was when his life changed, and he found himself here, in the Ashford Institute for the Gifted, which he had previously assumed was one of those fancy private schools that you had to be rich and extremely intelligent to get into. Being neither of those with only an above average intelligence score, and a family that lived in an apartment, he never had even thought of trying to get into the place. Of course, now he actually knew what the school was for.

He had been put through many tests over the past week, as they wanted a full test of what his powers could do, alongside his normal capabilities. Jason was never an exercise nut, in fact he only ever ran when he was in the mood for moving at a quicker pace, or he was late for something, so many of the tests had left him somewhat tired. He apparently was a later arrival, and there were many other students already within the school grounds. Some of the testers had encouraged him to go interact with them before classes began the next day, so he found himself heading in the direction he thought the Lounge to be.

Being the newest addition to the school, he figured he'd be target for at least one of the local bullies, as that was how it worked with his previous two schools and even the short time he'd spent in college, which was one of the reasons he'd been discovered. As he left the ten foot radius of the nurses office, the presence of mutants disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was alone, at least until he found the Lounge.

Apparently, next to the telekinesis, the ability to detect mutants was also one of the abilities he had had for most of his life. He always knew when mutants were around, or at least when they were close to him. It was a rather annoying mutation, 'Mutation' was what they had called his abilities, as being in small rooms like the nurses office with more then one mutant sent off the equivalent of a fire alarm in his brain. It wasn't loud or anything, but the ability was more annoying than anything. He honestly hoped they could do what they said and help him control it and the rest of his mutations... oh there it was.

He was broken from his train of thought when his eyes landed on the entrance to what he could only assume was the Lounge area, which contained several of what he could also only assume were his fellow students, unless the teachers were really good at blending in.

He wasn't tired enough to bother heading to one of the unclaimed rooms, but he had never been one to start a conversation, so he went with the easiest option, he plopped himself onto a chair, ran a hand through his bangs, still with his hood on, as the zipper on his backpack, the only thing he had with him besides the clothes on his back, trembled, and unzipped itself, a fictional book floating out, trembling the entire way, before moving to face level, and dropping into his hands. He had been meaning to get some reading in, and now was as good a time as any. Unwinding after a long week was essential for keeping a comfortable lifestyle.

X-Men: The New Era

Jason

No Hood

Name: Jason Green

Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

X-Men Code Name: Not Known Yet At This Time

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Physical Description:
Height: 5'11" or 180 cm
Weight: 163 lbs
Eye Color: Dark Red
Hair Color: Ginger
Clothing Style: Extremely Casual

Mutations:
Telekinesis:
Gifted with the ability to move objects with nothing but his mind, Jason can currently lift objects as heavy as a standard Sedan before the strain becomes to much. He often uses his hands to help focus his mind into moving an object, and his power is limited to objects only, he can't use this on living beings. This power also has granted him a limited ability to create weaponry out of psionic energy, though he's limited to things as large as knives currently.

X-Factor Detection:
Jason can sense the presence of other mutants, though he can only do this within a limited range of 20 feet around him.

Personality: A somewhat shy, and silent individual, Jason is that one guy you probably wouldn't notice unless you found his life style, or possibly him, interesting. He doesn't hate people, he just doesn't like most of them, but he's more shy then he is hostile, not that he's any kind of push over. He keeps to himself, and secretly is a large nerd about a number of topics.

Background: Unknown currently, he refuses to speak about it.

Recap of Mutations Awakening: He was working on a project for a school fair, involving air bubbles underwater, when he unconsciously reached for the cookie jar he had thought was right next to him. The sound of glass sliding against wooden table jolted him, and it wasn't until he saw the cookie jar, that had previously been on the other side of the table, sliding towards him, that he understood what was happening.
Even then, it was unclear to him what was going on, and he began telling people he was a wizard, demonstrating whenever he had the chance. He was threatened by a group of older kids to stop with the freakish acts, and in fear, he accidentally formed a crude blade out of pure psionic energy when he made an attempt to defend himself, cutting open one of their cheeks. His family was forced to move shortly after, and he began keeping his mutation a secret.
His parents are still dumb founded as to how this could have occurred, but they've long since accepted it, even if they still worry he might accidently lift the house in his sleep and hurl it into the ocean.
On very rare occasions, he would have a strange, tingling feeling in the back of his head when he was around certain people, though he never could figure out what exactly it could be.

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Application and stuff. :P

Dr. Cranham

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| DR. SAM CRANHAM | | 27 | | MALE |

| BIOTECHNOLOGIST | | GRAY-ASEXUAL |

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At exactly 5'11, Sam stands slightly above the crowd. His wavy brown hair is kept at a decent length, away from his chestnut brown eyes. Unless the occasion calls for contacts, he's often seen wearing glasses. He weighs in at around 162 lbs, and being on the thin side, his clothes sometimes feel a bit big on him, even if they look fine. He dresses very business casual under his lab coat.




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Born in Denver, Colorado, Sam lived in a family of four, as the first born son of a banker and a somewhat successful actor. Sam was the one to take care of his younger sibling, his sister Josie, since their parents were often out, their jobs absorbing much of their time. Sam always had a curious mind, which aided in his studies in school. He didn't have perfect grades, especially when it came to subjects like English, as his social awkwardness made pubic speaking difficult for him. When the day came that was to head out to University, his mother quit her job as an actor to take over the care of his sister, meaning he had no need to worry about how his sister would fare.

University was one of the most peaceful times in his life, as he no longer had to worry about anyone but himself, and his grades in Biology and other related subjects swiftly rose, as his studies in Biotechnology began. He wanted to recreate humanity, in fact, it had been his goal since childhood. Humans were always in a rush, so what if he extended their lifespans? Maybe he could force humanity to evolve ahead of time? With his goal in mind, his time in University passed quickly, and within four years, he had his Ph.D.

He applied to several research facilities, however, he got a reply from a site he hadn't applied to, in fact, he wasn't even aware of it's existence until he received the invitation. It was then, that the experiments could truly begin.






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Although his intelligence is rather high, Sam spent many of his years studying and caring for his sister, so he never had any friends, nor the time for them. He has little idea of how to act around others, so he always sounds like he's plotting somebody's death when he speaks to others. Being asexual, he holds no feelings of sexual desire towards others, though he is perfectly capable of falling in love, though the facility is the first place he's had time to even breath in.

He's often thinking about new ways to genetically engineer new mutations in humans, and can often be found "Moping About" when an experiment fails to yield results. He actually holds a surprisingly amount of empathy for the subjects, though he rarely shows it, and is far more attached to them then he should be.

He's a listener over a talker, and thinks before he acts, so he's often hesitant to proceed with particularly dangerous tasks, with good reason.

X-Men: The New Era

Alrighty then, there's that, that took a bit longer then I expected, ah well, anyways, I'm leaving him as a bit of an open character if you wanted to know, he'll grow and his story will possibly be revealed and such as time goes on or people get curious. Which they probably won't. XD

Jason

No Hood

Name: Jason Green

Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

X-Men Code Name: Not Known Yet At This Time

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Physical Description:
Height: 5'11" or 180 cm
Weight: 163 lbs
Eye Color: Dark Red
Hair Color: Ginger
Clothing Style: Extremely Casual

Mutations:
Telekinesis:
Gifted with the ability to move objects with nothing but his mind, Jason can currently life objects as heavy as a standard Sedan before the strain becomes to much. He often uses his hands to help focus his mind into moving an object, and his power is limited to objects only, he can't use this on living beings. This power also has granted him a limited ability to create weaponry out of psionic energy, though he's limited to things as large as knives currently.

X-Factor Detection:
Jason can sense the presence of other mutants, though he can only do this within a limited range of 10 feet around him.

Personality: A somewhat shy, and silent individual, Jason is that one guy you probably wouldn't notice unless you found his life style, or possibly him, interesting. He doesn't hate people, he just doesn't like most of them, but he's more shy then he is hostile, not that he's any kind of push over. He keeps to himself, and secretly is a large nerd about a number of topics.

Background: Unknown currently, he refuses to speak about it.

Recap of Mutations Awakening: He was working on a project for a school fair, involving air bubbles underwater, when he unconsciously reached for the cookie jar he had thought was right next to him. The sound of glass sliding against wooden table jolted him, and it wasn't until he saw the cookie jar, that had previously been on the other side of the table, sliding towards him, that he understood what was happening.
Even then, it was unclear to him what was going on, and he began telling people he was a wizard, demonstrating whenever he had the chance. He was threatened by a group of older kids to stop with the freakish acts, and in fear, he accidentally formed a crude blade out of pure psionic energy when he made an attempt to defend himself, cutting open one of their cheeks. His family was forced to move shortly after, and he began keeping his mutation a secret.
His parents are still dumb founded as to how this could have occurred, but they've long since accepted it, even if they still worry he might accidently lift the house in his sleep and hurl it into the ocean.
On very rare occasions, he would have a strange, tingling feeling in the back of his head when he was around certain people, though he never could figure out what exactly it could be.

X-Men: The New Era

Room for one more? ^^

Twisted Tales ~ Once Upon a Nightmare

Gordon Edwards

Name: Gordon Edwards
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Mundane
Tale: N/A

Appearance:
His appearance is anything but remarkable, but his clothing style sets him apart from the crowd. His stature is around Five foot Eleven and a half, marking him as the tall somewhat lanky figure in the crowd. His build seems thin at first glance, but years of manual labor and constant rushing from place to place has toned his body, although it can only be noticed if one is bothering to look. His skin is a decent tanned color, but somehow still pale. His hair is a chestnut brown color, while his eyes are brown, almost black in color. His clothing style consists of oddly warm clothing.

Powers/Skills:

Investigator:
Working as a detective for hire as a part time job/hobby, Gordon has become surprisingly competent at discovering clues and spotting abnormal behavior from other living beings. His mind works quickly to formulate any possible reasons something might have happened or a reason for strange behavior from others. Because of this he's generally un-trusting of many people.

Jack Of All Trades:
Taking many odd jobs over the years to help his family have given him many useful and non-useful skills in which he has access to.

Fitness:
Rushing to make deliveries and lifting heavy objects have toughened Gordon so he can run faster and lift things weaker individuals would struggle with.

Brawler:
Not a skill he uses often, he at least can throw a good punch or kick somebody into a table if need be. He's deadlier when he has a weapon nearby however.

Personality:

Not much of a talker, Gordon is a member of the rare middle lower class, which generally is seen as hostile to just about everyone. Free moments are spent in the pub, drinking. He's long since learned his limits, and it's more to give him something to do then to get drunk. The hunt for information is always on for Gordon, as his curious mind is always active.

Spending much of his time interrogating others and being ordered around, he's not the friendly type, and doesn't know much about things like friendship, so he can be seen as a cold person with a colder view on the world. He'd joke about that being his reasoning behind his warm clothing, but he prefers keeping trivial things to himself.

History:
The middle child in a family of five, Gordon was born to a tailor and a hunter. His life was a cold one, and with his father always out on the hunt, his mother was the one to teach him how to fend for himself. He took up his first job at the age of three, and from there his life truly began.

He was always a curious boy, often getting into trouble for being in places he shouldn't have been, including several Upper Class buildings, the slaughter house of a Butcher Shop, and many other places a child or person of his class should have been. With jobs never paying as much as desired, the young boy spent many years moving around jobs, taking on more then one at a time. He picked up many skills along the way, never truly mastering any, yet still learning.

Around the age of fifteen, he cracked his first case. One of the local girls was missing a pillow, and he found it in the bedroom of a neighbors house, atop another pillow and several stolen blankets. His mind was a sharp one, though he was uneducated, he could at least read other people like a book, which he learnt to do, if very slowly, in another of his jobs.

When his family made the decision that it was time for him to move out, his mother gave him some of her hand crafted clothing for his journey to the city he planned to go to, making him promise to send the family any currency he could spare whenever he could. Then the blight struck. He was on his way to the city when it started, and he didn't arrive until it was over. Devastated, his view on the world slowly grew more cold, until he began wearing the warm winter clothing no matter the weather, as a reminder that he had survived. The scarf he wears was one of the items his mother made for him.

He began going to the pub every spare second, drinking, and listening. Listening for interesting stories and possible cases to investigate, though his degrading view of the world around him has tricked his mind into believing it's all an inconvenience and he does it merely to stop the annoying chatter in the background.

Twisted Tales ~ Once Upon a Nightmare

Alright, I've tried thinking on a few NPC characters that might live within the city, so here's two, alongside one location, since it's a staple. I went into a little more depth then I should have, but I wanted to flesh them out a bit.

NPC- Greggor The Bartender

Name: Greggor Jamesson
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Race: Mundane
Tale: None

Appearance:
He stands at Five foot Seven, weighs a hefty One Hundred and Eighty pounds, with greasy blond hair and a short, yet somehow well trimmed beard. His eyes are a hazel color, and his skin is pale, yet lightly tanned from many years of working indoors. He's a somewhat bulky fellow, not overly heavy, but looking the part. His clothing consist of typical bartender attire, including an apron and and collared shirt, the sleeves always rolled up.

Powers/Skills:

Bartender: He serves drinks, food, and often hears interesting rumors and gossip, though he'll probably charge you for it all.

Personality:
As a bartender, Greggor is a rather social person, though he isn't the most friendly to those who've over stayed their welcome, or refuse to pay their tab. He greets all patrons with a booming laugh and a deep and masculine "Welcome!" and often will point out the odd balls and the dark faces in the crowd for newer patrons, as a way of helping them remain out of trouble. He often remarks that his wife makes better meals then he does, though many of the frequent patrons of his tavern would disagree. An eternal optimist, Greggor is cheerful more often then not, and that spreads to many of the patrons, though a few drinks don't hurt.

History:
Living in Ravenport all of his life, with a long line of bartenders in his family, it was only natural that he would become one himself. His father taught him about the bar, the drinks, and food, and what every aspiring bartender needed to know, and he was on his way. When his father died at the age of Sixty Four, Greggor took over the bar, which is how he met his wife.

She had come in to drink her sorrows away, and they soon hit it off, marrying a few months later.

Greggor has seen many strange and odd things in his time as a bartender, so not much surprises him, though he is far from a desensitized individual.

He does not discriminate about who he serves, as long as he's paid for the drinks.

NPC-Grace The Musician

Name: Grace Hendricks
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Race: Mundane
Tale: None

Appearance:
At Five foot Four and a half, One Hundred and Thirty pounds, this short woman can often be spotted out on the streets, or within the confines of the bar, trying to make a living. Her long hair is a dark red color, wavy and thick, while her devious grayish-blue eyes stare at the world around her, plotting more ways to make money. She is often seen wearing dresses and skirts of green, sometimes with fur attached to keep her warm, and add to her beauty.

Powers/Skills:

Musician: Taught by many other street performers in the art of music, Grace knows her way around a lute, which she uses to entertain those with money to spare and drunken patrons of the local bars.

Charm: She often uses her looks and sickeningly sweet tone of voice to charm extra money out of listeners, making her deadly to your wallet.

Personality:
Not much is known about her, other then she's very flirty towards both men and women alike, usually to get what she wants, and that she really gets into her music when she plays it. Money seems to be her top priority, though it's possible that as long as she gets a stable source of income, a home, and can continue playing music, she'd be the happiest woman alive. That's about all anyone can read from her, she's otherwise quiet, and generally willing to let others listen to her for free if they can't afford it.

She acts over the top flirty when refused extra payment, to the point of stalking those who refuse. Some have gone missing.

History:
Although not much is known about the Grace's past, it can be derived from the way she protects the lute she carries around with her, that it was a gift, or holds some meaning to her, possibly as past husband, a mentor, or deceased family.

She's been living within the confines of the city for months now, but nobody seems to know if she's been around longer then that, or if she recently popped up, either way, nobody can argue that she has both talent, and beauty on her side.

Ravenskull Tavern

Name: Ravenskull Tavern
Age: Open For Business For About 40 Years Now
Tale: None

Appearance:
Nothing fancy, this building is somewhat dark and foreboding on the outside, yet cheerful and inviting on the inside. The decorations are sparse, mostly consisting of old hunting trophies and old family paintings. It rests near one of the roads that branches between the Slums and the Shopping District.

History:

Opened up by the Jamesson Family about 40 years back, this Tavern has stood through thick and thin, serving as a drinking spot for anyone and everything with money to spare. Reviews have said it's a comfortable place with good food and better booze.

Twisted Tales ~ Once Upon a Nightmare

And there we go. Sorry if that took a bit long. It can be tweaked if you so wish. ^^

Gordon Edwards

Name: Gordon Edwards
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Mundane
Tale: N/A

Appearance:
His appearance is anything but remarkable, but his clothing style sets him apart from the crowd. His stature is around Five foot Eleven and a half, marking him as the tall somewhat lanky figure in the crowd. His build seems thin at first glance, but years of manual labor and constant rushing from place to place has toned his body, although it can only be noticed if one is bothering to look. His skin is a decent tanned color, but somehow still pale. His hair is a chestnut brown color, while his eyes are brown, almost black in color. His clothing style consists of oddly warm clothing.

Powers/Skills:

Investigator:
Working as a detective for hire as a part time job/hobby, Gordon has become surprisingly competent at discovering clues and spotting abnormal behavior from other living beings. His mind works quickly to formulate any possible reasons something might have happened or a reason for strange behavior from others. Because of this he's generally un-trusting of many people.

Jack Of All Trades:
Taking many odd jobs over the years to help his family have given him many useful and non-useful skills in which he has access to.

Fitness:
Rushing to make deliveries and lifting heavy objects have toughened Gordon so he can run faster and lift things weaker individuals would struggle with.

Brawler:
Not a skill he uses often, he at least can throw a good punch or kick somebody into a table if need be. He's deadlier when he has a weapon nearby however.

Personality:

Not much of a talker, Gordon is a member of the rare middle lower class, which generally is seen as hostile to just about everyone. Free moments are spent in the pub, drinking. He's long since learned his limits, and it's more to give him something to do then to get drunk. The hunt for information is always on for Gordon, as his curious mind is always active.

Spending much of his time interrogating others and being ordered around, he's not the friendly type, and doesn't know much about things like friendship, so he can be seen as a cold person with a colder view on the world. He'd joke about that being his reasoning behind his warm clothing, but he prefers keeping trivial things to himself.

History:
The middle child in a family of five, Gordon was born to a tailor and a hunter. His life was a cold one, and with his father always out on the hunt, his mother was the one to teach him how to fend for himself. He took up his first job at the age of three, and from there his life truly began.

He was always a curious boy, often getting into trouble for being in places he shouldn't have been, including several Upper Class buildings, the slaughter house of a Butcher Shop, and many other places a child or person of his class should have been. With jobs never paying as much as desired, the young boy spent many years moving around jobs, taking on more then one at a time. He picked up many skills along the way, never truly mastering any, yet still learning.

Around the age of fifteen, he cracked his first case. One of the local girls was missing a pillow, and he found it in the bedroom of a neighbors house, atop another pillow and several stolen blankets. His mind was a sharp one, though he was uneducated, he could at least read other people like a book, which he learnt to do, if very slowly, in another of his jobs.

When his family made the decision that it was time for him to move out, his mother gave him some of her hand crafted clothing for his journey to the city he planned to go to, making him promise to send the family any currency he could spare whenever he could. Then the blight struck. He was on his way to the city when it started, and he didn't arrive until it was over. Devastated, his view on the world slowly grew more cold, until he began wearing the warm winter clothing no matter the weather, as a reminder that he had survived. The scarf he wears was one of the items his mother made for him.

He began going to the pub every spare second, drinking, and listening. Listening for interesting stories and possible cases to investigate, though his degrading view of the world around him has tricked his mind into believing it's all an inconvenience and he does it merely to stop the annoying chatter in the background.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek Alright, sorry for the inconvenience. ^^