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Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

I do want to point out that Nathan's victim mindset and general withdrawal from the people around him isn't something that I intend to keep permanent, but to change over time as his character develops. He's stuck believing that he's nothing but a freak, someone that people get uncomfortable around, which is what he's been dealing with from non-mutants for the last 17 years. Thanks to Connor especially, I think he'll start to see that maybe he isn't as segregated from those around him as he thinks he is.

Also, @Caits, I think it'd be good for Nathan if he and Kalinda developed a friendship, a big part of his social dissociation is due to the fact that he thinks he's more machine than man, someone who can sense the emotions of those around her might be able to help him understand that he is an actual person, not just a robot. I don't want to try and force it, just figured I'd bounce it off of you to get your thoughts.

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

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Nano

Location: Academy
Interacting With: Conner @Caits

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Nathan felt hands on his back, and immediately lifted himself to a crouching position, his fist clenching and his arm readying to strike before another wave of nausea slammed through him with enough force to make him crumble back to the ground. He turned his head to the person standing above him, Trying to focus his vision onto the man's face. After several moments of struggle, he was able to make out the man's blurry silhouette through the darkness. The ringing continued, and after a few moments of focus he saw that the man wasn't attacking him. Looking back to the floor, he closed his eyes and struggled to drown out the ringing in his ears. The ringing subsided a bit, not completely, but enough to make out bits and pieces of what he was saying.

"Hey... Deep Breath... three. One, two... just an Illusion... Concentrate... break it. It isn't real."

Nathan clenched his fists as the ringing flooded back to it's full volume, his eyes staying tightly shut as he tried to focus. His heaving subsided, and his gasps slowed as he forced himself to take slow, deep breaths. He felt the trembling throughout his body subside slowly, and the knot in his stomach untwisted, but the darkness still clouded his vision.

It isn't real, it's just an illusion, just focus, it isn't real.

He slowly opened his eyes, watching the darkness slowly recede to display the carpet on the floor below him. Letting out a sigh of relief, he moved back up to his knee, steadying himself by placing his hand on the ground and speaking softly.

"Thank you."

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

Just to clear up any confusion, Nathan is having a Panic Attack.

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

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Nano

Location: Academy
Interacting With:

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Nathan continued to rise, hyperventilating and looking every direction frantically, the darkness around him only increased as well as his panic. As he felt his head brush against something, he threw his fist upwards, feeling his arm shoot through something, he continued to punch. His already extremely limited vision began to blur and his hearing was quickly drowned out by an incredibly high-pitched ringing. He cupped his hands over his audio-receptors, groaning in pain as he lowered himself to the floor. His entire body began to tremble as his breaths turned to quick, fearful gasps. Dropping to a knee, he applied even more pressure to his head, trying to silence the ringing.

" Wha- What's happening, what's happening?!"
He murmured between gasps, his body continuing to spasm as he felt the walls and ceiling close in around him. If he had any food in his stomach he would have vomited by now, but instead he began to dry heave, his body convulsing as he did so.

Sgrub: Chapter One

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Sgrub: Chapter One

@effervescentF
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Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

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Nano

Location: Academy
Interacting With:

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Nathan stopped moving upon seeing Mimic disappear, standing still and ready for a possible attack from him. Realizing Mimic had decided the fight was over, he returned his hood over his head, leaving the training room without waiting to hear yet another condescending lecture. In the last few years of his life he had heard plenty, and had learned to stop listening. People loved to demine the choices of someone in circumstances they had never themselves been through, and he was far from interested to listen to the ramblings of a man that threw more temper tantrums than the hulk.

As he walked towards the desks intent on finding himself a seat, he froze, hearing the laughter over the intercom. As darkness soon followed, he began to worry, he had never actually experienced darkness before, his optics had always adjusted automatically to provide him with clear sight. He stood completely still, tense and ready to defend himself from whatever could possibly be coming, relying on his enhanced hearing to maintain awareness of his surroundings.

"What the hell is going on?!"

He called out, steadily growing more and more terrified of the encroaching darkness, and he began to float above the ground as his panicking increased.

Sgrub: Chapter One

i'll set shit on fire whats up

if you don't mind i'd super appreciate it

Sgrub: Chapter One

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Topcake McNo
Nice Try Asshole
Try Again?

Your name is Fortid Ischyr and you CAN'T STAND SHIT! You are CONSTANTLY ANGRY, and you ARE ALWAYS ANNOYED. Because of this ANNOYANCE you have decided to partake in a RELEASING career; That being, a THRESHECUTIONER. Thanks to this aspiration, your weapon of choice is the SICKLE, which you've actually gotten pretty badass at. You train with the SICKLE during battles in EXTREME roleplay games that you often do with some of your friends, and you've become pretty notorious for SLAUGHTERING trolls and their Lususes both. Speaking of Lususes, you have the BEST one ever, whom is basically just an ENORMOUS FUCKING SCORPION.

You are currently on your 9th sweep, and you LOVE pop punk music, although a lot of your friends think you're a nerd for it. You have a few other INTERESTS, such as CAGE FIGHTING and watching mediocre sci-fi, which you refuse to think is anything other than BADASS AS HELL.

You've also been using TROLLIAN, a semi-new IM service, and your troll tag is rampantCrone. You are PERPETUALLY AGGRAVATED, and tend to yell ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY.

Fortid Ischyr

Name: Fortid Ischyr
Age: 8 1/2 Sweeps
Gender: Male
Blood: Sapphire
Appearance: Credit Taiyakidesu on Deviantart (Ignore Trolltag)
Symbol: See image above (On Shirt)
Lusus: ScorpioDad
Handle: rampantCrone (RC)
Quirk: YOU YELL A LOT, BECAUSE YOU'RE PISSED A LOT. But when you're not angry, you talk pretty normally.
Personality: Being in the Blue Blood Caste, he's a natural trickster that keeps his true intents indiscernible from his false ones. He finds it simple in his constant tone of voice; Anger. He is prone to being pissed off, primarily because every breath he takes fills him with more and more irritation. He hates almost every aspect of everything, and the few things he doesn't hate, he makes up for in aggressive adoration.
Bio: You hatched early, and made it through the trials even earlier. This caught the attention of your Lusus ScorpioDad, one of the most aggressive monsters in that cavern. His aggression rubbed off on you, and you quickly became experienced in strifing with him on a casual basis. After he became too easy for you to fight, you began to explore other ways to strife. Finding extreme pleasure in roleplaying led you to become one of the most infamous killers in the flarping world, and after a lack of people daring to battle with you, you begin a real world career of battling in caged coliseums, mimicking the savagery of your ancient ancestor the most lethal Cafe Fighter know to troll society, The Gladior, and he scorched his way through armies of enemies with Brisin Arif, the same Karambit Swords you now wield. You take pride in these blades, rumored to bring forth waves of flames with each swing, and use them exclusively during any sort of strife. Due to such long-term use, you've become an expert with them, and even though they were forged to fit the Gladior (whose size you will eventually reach, hopefully) make them too big for knives. For now, they just look like really badass swords you can spin on your fingers horrifically fast.

Sylladex: Stick/Poke (When he puts something into his Sylladex it creates a small symbol on the back of his hand, which he has to stab to retrieve Items)

Strife Specibus: KarambitKind
God Tier: Prince of Wrath
Moon: Prospit
Land: Stone and Sulfur

Sgrub: Chapter One

@effervescentF@Nerevarine@KiltmanBagz@auspiciousPetal@Leslie Hall
Alright guys, so here's a link for the pesterchum download, and my handle is the same as my character's. (rampantCrone)