Karl Kadaver

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Toby found his way to the cafeteria without any issues. He'd been plotting his approach for a couple of days now, and he'd be damned if he was going to let anything stop-

Suddenly, Miss Jasmina strode in front of him like a bat out of Hell, which Toby was pretty sure wasn't far from the truth. Thrown off balance, he stopped and watched the teacher as she found the buffet and grabbed some food. He always had a healthy respect for authority figures, but it seemed like Jasmina had it out for everyone...the guys, for sure. But he wasn't here to stare at teachers; he was here to finally ask out Artemis. Finally...

He glanced over the scene, deciding not to eat anything; he was still full from his protein shake (however brief it might be). After a few moments, he found Artemis. She was waving at some guy...Toby's countenance fell. Jace... Everywhere Artemis was, so it seemed, was he. Were they friends? Were they something more? They had similar occupations, with her being the animals' caretaker, and he being the resident MD. They probably had a lot to talk about. They were pretty much Toby's antithesis. Toby started to think that maybe this whole thing wasn't such a good idea. Maybe Artemis hated him anyway. It was no secret what Toby's job was, after all...

No.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? He tried to remain as cool as he could as he made his way to the table where Artemis and Jace were sitting. He took a seat across from them and smiled at Artemis. "Hi, Artemis."

Then, he nodded to Jace and Gallus. "Jace, Gallus. Hi."

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Leo had one job: Protect Natalia Dawson. It wasn't too difficult of a job, seeing as she was always in her (albeit spacious) bunker. It also didn't hurt that she was easy on the eyes. It was at this moment, however, that he went to her usual spot in front of the monitoring equipment, and failed to find her. He sighed. I go to the loo for five minutes and she disappears like bloody Harry Houdini. He pinched the bridge of his nose, contemplating where she might have gone. She never tells him these things, of course. This must be some kind of game to her. A strange version of Hide-and-Seek. "I hope you're bloody amused, Nat, because I'm not," he muttered. He wandered about the bunker before finally deciding on the hot springs. After all, that's where he goes when he needs to relax...which, with taking care of someone who openly challenges the super powered residents of her home to kill her...is pretty often.

Upon entering, he removed his glasses and wiped the condensation from the lenses. Upon placing them back on his face, he spied Nat at the far end of the pool. He quickly bowed his head and covered his eyes, not out of reverence, but out of embarrassment and not realizing that she was still clothed. "Jesus, Nat! Tell me when you leave the area. It's why we have communication devices!"

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

I just finished my antibiotics for a sinus infection. We're probably going to a corn maze today, so I won't be on here until tomorrow.

Lan Party - A Wreck-it-Ralph Roleplay

Bump?

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Toby was already on his third protein shake of the morning by the time the morning announcements came on. In the year and a half that he’d been a “guest” of Miss Dawson’s Home, this had become routine. Four shakes in the morning, before what ‘normal’ people would consider breakfast, four before lunch, and finally four before dinner. Granted, he didn’t enjoy the shakes (who would?), but it beat being tired and hungry all the time. He’d heard through the grapevine that it had been Miss Dawson’s idea. At the very least, someone had left a flowery-worded message on the whiteboard in his apartment’s kitchen, with instructions. Neither his parents, nor the medical professionals who had overseen him in the past had thought of it, he knew that for certain. The fact that someone who at least worked for Miss Dawson went out of their way to actually help Toby put him in a minority; he actually didn’t mind living at the Home. In fact, given the choice, he’d probably stay here, where monsters like him belong. He knew that there were many others who felt differently, so when such matters came up in conversation (what few conversations he’d had) he kept his head down and stayed quiet, usually with noncommittal grunts or nods.

He set his cup down and looked in the mirror in his bedroom. “Hi!”

Wow. Too forward much? Not to mention that his smile seemed just a little too big. Facial expressions still gave him some trouble since ‘the incident’. Or incidents, if you’d prefer.

He’d already decided that today would be the day. He was finally going to talk to that girl, Artemis. He should try to approach her during breakfast at the mall. He figured she’d be there; pretty much everyone was there at that time.

“S’up?” Nah, too casual.

But casual would be his approach. He didn’t’ want to seem too nervous. He had to relax. There was this girl in his old high school. He wanted to ask her to the spring dance, because that’s what normal kids did. So he asked her, without any prepping. Bad idea. He stumbled, he stuttered, his voice cracked, and his skin turned a nice shade of sunburnt. Needless to say, she rejected him. No one would want to be seen with a monster like him. He wondered briefly if the other kids had seen him as a monster at that time, or if it was afterward…

“So…I don’t know if you know me. I’m Toby, the-“

Butcher? Slaughtermaster? He chuckled to himself. ‘Slaughtermaster’ sounded like a cool name for a supervillain. Or maybe a death metal band. But villainous or not, that was his job. According to his superior, Toby was the only ‘youngster’ to make it through more than a week. Sure, his first week had been sloppy, but over time, he perfected his technique. Just a quick… Nah, best not to think about that now. Save it for work. He decided to introduce himself as the butcher. Or maybe butcher’s apprentice. Yeah, apprentice sounded good. Did saying his job even matter? What if she hated what he did?

He downed the last of his shake, and immediately set to making another. He’d drink it on the way to breakfast. After getting dressed in his usual attire, a tan-brownish hoodie, cargo pants, and a greenish t-shirt, he grabbed his last shake and headed out the door toward the mall.

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Amira heard the trumpets blaring through the loudspeakers as she stepped through the entryway to the bar. This was normal for her; a person could almost set their watch by Amira’s arrival, and that was the way she liked it. She stepped behind the counter and found the black apron that she always kept there. She grabbed it and donned it with one swift motion, tying the apron strings behind her with little effort. She hated her job, but if it meant that she could live rent free and be provided for, she would do her job as best she could. Just about the only thing she liked was the uniform, a smart white blouse and black skirt. It was a uniform in the purest sense, nothing flashy or special. It was no flak jacket, but just knowing that she was dressed like everyone else in her ‘unit’ gave her a sense of comfort and security. She brushed a stray strand of hair behind ear and took a breath. Then, she flashed an ever-so-slight smile and asked her first customer:
“How may I help you today?”

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

Toby Kirtman

Name: Tobias “Toby” Kirtman

Age: 16

Powers: Amorphous Physiology. Simply put, he’s a real life shoggoth. He can create organic matter anyplace on his body, such as teeth, tentacles, hair, extra organs, etc. He can change his body’s shape to anything that could be found in the natural world, though his shapeshifting isn’t perfect. Something will always look “off”. For example, if he tried to change into another person, he would change into what he thinks they look like, not what they actually look like. Using his abilities for long periods of time burns untold amounts of calories, so he is usually hungry and tires quickly.

Weapons: None to speak of, but like stated before, he can use his body to create weapons that are as hard as bone.

Bio: When Tobias was a newborn, he nearly melted in his mother’s arms…literally. After running several tests on his, his doctors determined that there wasn’t anything biologically wrong with him…he was still human, or at least he had human-like DNA. Still had all of his major organs (although they tended to move around every now and then…), and he had all of his fingers and toes (but again, they tended to move around…). With some instruction, and monitoring by medical professionals, Toby was mostly able to pass for an average human being (with only a few hiccups here and there)…until he hit puberty. Because the chemicals in his body are always in flux in the first place, his hormones went more out of whack than the average teenager’s, and his form became less stable. For roughly a year, he tried to hide from the public but locals will never forget the tales of some inhuman creature, dubbed the [REDACTED] Monster, terrorizing the streets and surrounding area at night. Animals would go missing, never to be seen again, local plant life seemingly disappeared in large chunks, and a few houses were broken into and their refrigerators raided. By the time he was able to get himself back under control, the damage had been done. Wanting to keep everything as secretive as possible, the professionals assigned to his care created a cover story of Toby being transferred to another school: Miss Dawson’s Home for the Truly Gifted.

Dreams/Wishes: He wants to be able to get more control of his form, and maybe live like a normal person. Pretty simple.

Evil, Good, Walking the Line: Tries to be good, seen as evil. Occasionally gives in to his ravenous hunger.

Siblings (If Any): None

Pets (If Any): He wasn’t allowed to take his pet rabbit, Samson, with him.

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Amira Landau

Name: Amira "Mira" Landau

Age: 24

Powers: Hard Light constructs. As long as she is near a source of light, she can form it into any solid object she desires. This power is limited by the amount of light present, and she has a tendency to burn out artificial lights when she uses her power.

Weapons: As per her discharge, she's not allowed to possess any weapons. Although, she does carry a Maglite wherever she goes.

Bio: Much of her past is shrouded in mystery. What is known (what she chooses to reveal) is that she is an Israeli expat now living in the United States. She's also known to have been in the military for an unknown number of years, and she earned a certain amount of respect, until it was known that she had powers. She was dishonorably discharged and sent to Miss Dawson's as a sort of punishment. Although she went willingly, she's hardly happy about it.

Dreams/Wishes: A world where Powered humans and Normal humans can live together in harmony. Barring that, maybe simply a place where Powered humans can live without the interference of non-powered humans.

Evil, Good, Walking the Line: Good, if a bit of a Knight Templar at times.

Siblings (If Any): None.

Pets (If Any): None.

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And now, with Madame Kitten and Love Dove's approval, Miss Dawson's Bodyguard!

Hider

Name: Leo Armistead

Age: [REDACTED]

Powers: [REDACTED]

Weapons: [REDACTED]

Bio: [REDACTED]

Dreams/Wishes: To protect Miss Dawson’s Home. Especially Miss Dawson.

Evil, Good, Walking the Line: [REDACTED]

Siblings (If Any): [REDACTED]

Pets (If Any):[REDACTED]

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Reboot] (Closed)

AH! I didn't know this was here! I'll get my character posted in a few hours (I'm at work).

I've also been thinking of another character. I'll PM @Madame Kitten and @Love Dove with the details.

Lan Party - A Wreck-it-Ralph Roleplay

I'm merely lurking.

Miss. Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted [Closed for Now]

I can agree to this.

What Are You Listening To?

I have pretty much every one of his songs on my playlist.

Lan Party - A Wreck-it-Ralph Roleplay

@Bad Ass Muppet
You're approved!