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InfernoBlaze said
Oh and I just remembered, with the room mates list and all...Did Valjean join the Academy the same year as Chris and Henry? (Maybe we should have a School Year section in the CS for the full/returning students, so as to not raise such questions.)


Probably not, because they've been at the academy for over a decade. Although, I dont know for sure. Allen?

Oh, and welcome Maxx, my brother.
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Well, the more detail the better! Character sheets tend to be where they all start, and it gives everyone an idea of your character, as well as a base for you to work off of. I like it to be details so I have more to work with.

Hey Allen, you should post the room mates, because it seems people will be going to the admin building soon.
True Night said "Is that a promise? If you think you can deliver on it meet me at the arena after class tomorrow. Then you can witness what I do on my free time for yourself."




OH SNAP
"I wish I could give you some, three more years and you'll be able to share a drink with me." Henry said, giving Dana a huge smile. He couldn't get drunk himself, his body filtering out any toxic substance through a super enhanced liver, or simply breaking it down on a molecular level due to his acidic blood, which while not alien blood, was still far more toxic than any normal humans and could technically be considered a biohazard if exposure was a constant. He chuckled at Dana's statement with the children. "That's not true," Henry began, crossing his arms across his chest and mock huffing. "The small ones are too bony anyway..."

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned his head to look to see who had called his attention. He looked down, and his chameleon like eyes blinked a few times, the pupils expanding and dilating a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly. "Holy shit." He said to himself, for once at a loss for words. The man before him was thin, almost sickly so, tanned, and had an unkept beard. Normally he wouldn't have recognized the person, but his right arm was gone. Like, GONE, gone. As in not there anymore. That voice... he hadnt heard it in over a decade. "Christopher Fox... Where the fuck have you been?" He said, quickly kneeling down and scooping up the man before him in a huge bear hug, before realizing what he was doing, and that he was most likely going to crush him on accident if he kept it up. He set him down and pretty much focused on the man in front of him. His friend, whom he hadn't seen in so damn long. He gave him a once over again, making sure he was okay, before turning and looking over his shoulder to look at Dana and Theresa. "Girls, you probably don't know this man, but this is Christopher Fox. An old friend of mine, who I haven't see in forever." he said, trying to alert them of how much this meant to him. "I haven't seen him in over a decade.. Chris, this is Dana and Theresa, two friends of mine they came here after you... went on leave for a while." Henry said. He didn't want to say exactly what happened to the girls. That was Chris' business on if he wanted to tell them or not.

Henry had been injured in the incident himself, his legs being badly broken by shrapnel. Unlike Chris, and most of the students, he was able to make a full recovery, and with his set of abilities, was able to do it within about two weeks. He was a bit shaky on his feet after that for a little while, sure, but he managed fine within about a day. He thanked his lucky stars for his abilities to not only exist underwater for a very long period of time, but also recover from such devastating injuries. He wished Chris could've done the same. Henry was no stranger to the islands jungles, and he had known his friend was alive. He hadn't been allowed to go looking for him, and with not only his scholarship, but also well paying job on the line, he couldn't risk breaking the rules. He would've gone out now that he could, this... this was a whole new level of a day. He had met a lot of people today. But this might've taken the cake. He knew he must've been suffering. The worry lines that were etched across his friend's face were proof of that. He made a promise to himself to get his friend back on his feet. One step at a time.

"Go get yourself some food. I'll wait right here." Henry declared. "I have some champagne for you as well, if you care to try it." Chris had most likely never tasted alcohol, so there was a first time for everything, if he was willing. Plus, champagne was a celebratory drink. So why not?
"Well, Henry, as you know," the lizard man said, cracking a smile. "I'm from Canada, came here..." He said, getting lost in thought for a moment, counting back the years. There was last year, when he graduated, the year before that, when he caught the biggest shark on record in the academy waters, the year before that with the Dolphin rehabilitation effort that the school had done for charity, the one where he banged that one hot chick... It had been a while. "Damn, eleven years ago. I feel old now, and I'm only twenty-two!" he said, half to her, and half to himself. He, looked over as Alex approached, and gave a small smile. "Good afternoon. Welcome to the academy. I'm Dr. Olin, or just Henry. Whichever you refer to me as is your choice. I respond to both." He said, giving a warm smile to the girl. She just had this aura of friendliness to her. He wished he saw more of that. Most of the students he had seen had very negative outlooks on things. He couldn't blame them, but it was nice to see something different. It was a breath of fresh air. He was about to say more when Jaska spoke up. "Oh, yes, of course Jaska." Henry said, standing up out of his seat and to his full, gargantuan height.

"I'll be back in just a few." He said, and was off, quickly returning with another plate of fish, but this time holding a wine glass of champagne . He set it down in front of Jaska. "If you want more after this, just go over and get it. Tell them Dr. Olin sent you." he said. "Excuse me, everyone. I need to go and address some other students. If I don't see you all again today, have a wonderful evening, and I hope you enjoy your stay here on the island." He said, giving them a smile. He sipped his beverage, before moving away. His tongue flicked casually behind him. He smelt smoke in that area, and he could guess why. But he couldn't do anything about it yet. One of them could potentially control fire, or smoke. And he hadn't seen any of them smoke yet, so he technically couldn't do anything about them yet. He was sure Vespera would've noticed him flicking his tongue every few seconds when he was in the area. The woman tended to have a knack for noticing things he did, as he noticed things she did. It was an unspoken respect between predators. She might consider him an apex, but he knew full well the lines of their unspoken food chain were blurry at best. He wouldn't be surprised if she challenged him to an arena battle in a few days or weeks.

Dana and Theresa were relatively easy to find. All he had to do was find the wheelchair, which was harder than you'd think at first, but he was able to figure it out after a few seconds of searching. As he approached, he noted a pink haired girl. She was thin, and had a good complexion, and was what most would consider beautiful. He felt like most of the people around were either hideous or handsome. Eh. He knew full well which of those categories he fell into. He was one handsome gator! "Dana, Theresa! Long time no see girls!" he said, announcing as he took a few steps forward. He didn't want to surprise them. He placed his free hand on the top rail of Dana's wheelchair, and took a small sip of his champagne. His eyes, which had currently been looking at both Dana and Theresa (one eye on each girl), looking over to Sydney, and focused on her. "And who might this be?" He said, giving her the most suave smile he could give for a lizard man. He probably failed miserably, or looked like a dork. Oh well, nothing broke the ice better than causing someone to laugh.
You could have the power to talk to toasters?
InfernoBlaze said
I have literally rofled with every single name Henry has been given, with wannabe-Godzilla at the very top.


This RP is going to be full of moments that you will consider funny. My character eating a fork is just the beginning.
"And you also never get the joke..." Henry said to himself, resuming to his earlier position of simply sitting there, with his chin resting on his knuckles. He contemplated getting more food, but decided against it for the time being. He wasn't feeling hungry, and he only ate when he was. He was about to excuse himself back to the teacher's area and socialize with the director, or maybe the current head of the science department, when another person called upon him to speak. It was the dark, thin girl who had as much food as he did. His lips curled up into a smile when she spoke.

"Well," He began, scratching his chin. "Depends on the set amount. For the average twenty piece it normally takes about 75 troy ounces. Or, 2,625$, if you dont include tax, assuming we're talking silver here." He said. "I would say the 107 piece, but I'm certain you don't care much for that." He declared, giving a smile. He actually had no idea how much it took, only how much the average silver twenty piece weighed, another thing he had learned from the cooking club. He might as well become a full on member. No harm in doing it. He decided to finally respond to Red's comment. "I dont know, but I'm glad I'm not a power instructor." He said, giving the other young man a smirk. "So," he said, leaning forward in his seat. "What is your name, and where did you come from?" He said to Lynn. He heard the high pitched squeaking of a wheelchair and immediately knew who it was. Dana, and undoubtable Theresa as well. Friends of his. He resisted the urge to get up and talk to them, see what they were doing. But he knew he couldnt do that! He was in the middle of a conversation with the slender girl. If she shut him down, he would get up and move, but until then, he would play nice. He had no reason not to. He was a dragonfly, not a social butterfly, but he would try.
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