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Academy 218: Why

Lenny Boggs

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Basic Information

Name:

Leonard Skynyrd Boggs

Age:

16

Gender:

Male

Appearance & Attire:

At a glance, Lenny can be mistaken for a mop. A pale, lanky youth of 16, Lenny is only recognizable in crowds for his bright red hair -- Other than that, he's very easy to miss. He slouches, smells like cigarettes, and hides most of his thin frame under layers of hoodies and baggy shirts.

Underneath those layers of clothes, however, is a lithe and limber young man. He holds very little fat, and has a body fit for a gymnast or swimmer. His pubescent limbs seem awkwardly too long for his body with thin, narrow fingers and toes. His face is most noticeably affected by this overall thinness, with a jaw that pokes out visibly, accentuated by his pointed cheekbones and thin lips. He holds something of a delicate face, with a rosy nose and ears that seem perpetually red, despite his intensely vacant eyes. All in all, Lenny looks decidedly unimpressive for a teenage boy. Lenny spends most of his time indoors, having spent most of his life homeschooled, and spends most of his money on video games. As a result, his wardrobe is fairly basic. He owns clothes in sevens, assuring that he can be dressed for a week with as little time spent on laundry as possible. He owns seven pairs of the same jeans, seven t-shirts, seven button-up shirts, seven hoodies, and so on. Most of them are in soft shades of navy, taupe, or maroon. Lenny does not dress to impress, he dresses because he has to.

Skills/Talents:

Lenny is a skilled mountain-biker, using his bike to traverse the city as well as the craggy forests and hills. Other than those that, Lenny is self-admittedly talentless, which he has few qualms with. He has high grades in all of his classes, and speaks basic Spanish.

Brief Backstory:

Leonard Skynyrd Boggs was born at home, in a small apartment in Boston.

His parents were blue collar metahumans from Georgia. His father, Harley Boggs, had thick green skin, while his mother, Rhiannon Boggs, was a telepath. Although fearful of Lenny's metahuman abilities that he had displayed since infancy, they registered him with NEST and were generally supportive. They died in a car accident shortly after his sixth birthday, leaving Lenny and his brother Creed in foster care. Luckily for the two, this was short-lived. Lenny and Creed spent a short time living at a NEST base, before it was finally decided that custody of the boys would be given to their grandmother, who lived in Black Fall, Pennsylvania.

With his grandmother a doddering old woman, most of Lenny's upbringing, or lack thereof, was from Creed. Creed shared his metahuman status with Lenny, although Creed's powers were much more volatile. It was for this reason that Creed and Lenny were both homeschooled, as their grandmother hoped to protect them from the outside world. While Lenny flourished in the online school setting, Creed unenrolled himself at 18, preferring to devote his time to a metahuman rights group in Black Fall.

Their grandmother was eventually placed in hospice care, causing NEST to search for a new home for the boys. Rather than let the already dangerous Creed have guardianship over his potentially dangerous brother, NEST has placed the two at Academy 218 in the hopes of turning the two into productive citizens.

Power Information

Power Class:

Elemental

Power:

Lenny can absorb, redirect, and expel energy. This pertains to all types of energy, although Lenny sticks to mainly three: Kinetic, thermal, and electric. When absorbing energy, Lenny can either siphon it slowly from a distance, or more quickly with direct physical contact.

When expelling it, the combination of whatever he's absorbed takes the form of a blue plasmoid, either as a blast, beam, or wave, dealing concussive force. Redirecting energy is a combination of both, absorbing through one arm and firing it from the other, making himself a conductor. This is usually reserved for large amounts of energy he can't safely absorb.

Aside from this plasma energy, Lenny can also use the energy in its natural form. If he absorbs a large amount of electric energy, this can be used as an equal amount of kinetic energy, or an equal amount of heat energy, and so on. This allows Lenny to start fires, charge batteries, or simply jump further.

Limits:

The amount of energy Lenny can absorb is finite. Although he is unsure of what the set limit is, stopping a speeding train, putting out a house fire, or absorbing a power plant would all definitely kill him. Although he can absorb larger amounts of energy slowly, or redirect large amounts, quickly absorbing any large amount would either cause him to begin ashing, or simply cause him to explode.

Secondly, Lenny's plasma bolts can injure him with the recoil they present. As he's only able to fire them from his hands, a beam too large, or from redirecting too much energy at once, could potentially break his arms, or blow them off entirely. Similarly, expelling large amounts of heat can burn him, and large amounts of electricity can shock him -- He is not completely immune to his absorbed energies.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Lenny has never left the city, and has thus been surrounded by potential batteries his entire life. Being in a forest, cave, or any other natural environment would essentially take him away from all power sources but the sun, and even then, his solar absorption can easily be negated by putting him under a roof. If he was locked in a basement or closet with nothing to absorb, he would have to rely on his below-average strength to get out.

Different types of energy can damage Lenny if he absorbs them too quickly. For example, if he quickly absorbs the energy of a bonfire, he would become severely dehydrated, and possibly burn his hands. Absorbing solar energy too quickly would give him hypersensitive skin, damaged vision, and lowered stamina. Quickly absorbing kinetic energy would topple him with severe vertigo, and quickly absorbing a large amount of electric energy would shock him, giving him nerve jolts, and possibly stop his heart altogether.

Lastly, Lenny has no defense against physical attacks. While things like cars and trains retain enough kinetic energy to be absorbed and stopped, fists, swords, and other melee weapons do not. Lenny's energy absorption has a threshold of sorts, which stops him from being able to absorb body heat, the electricity in the ground, or the kinetic energy of a thrown punch.

Relationships

Family:

Creed Boggs - Brother
Susan Boggs - Grandmother

Dynamics:

Creed Boggs | Mixed | Brother |"Creed's alright, 'cept for when he's not."|

Creed Boggs

Basic Information

Name:

Creedence Clearwater Boggs

Age:

19

Gender:

Male

Appearance & Attire:

Creed is as attractive a skinhead with the surname "Boggs" can be. Although his ears stick out like his younger brother, he has a chiseled jaw, pouty lips, and eyes that seem to stare through others. He is tall, at an even six feet, and goes to the gym every other day. He shaves his hair once every three days.

His skin isn't as pale as his younger brother, but far from tan. His face, while attractive, shows signs of violence. His left eyebrow has a scar dividing it where he had once been stabbed, which he usually hides with an eyebrow pencil. His nose, although fairly straight, is crooked in places it has been broken. These features, even though detrimental to most, have only helped Creed's "Bad Boy" image.
Most of his clothes are black or grey, from his underwear to his jacket. The majority of his tops are t-shirts and polo shirts, whereas all of his bottoms are black slacks or jeans. Nothing he owns is too loose or too tight. As a member of The Immortals, he often wears their uniform of red suspenders coupled with combat boots. However, he has no problem wearing less suspicious clothes if need be. In cold weather he wears his Immortals jacket -- A black bomber jacket with their insignia, a large red skull, on the back.

Skills/Talents:

Creed holds few talents but violence. He is an adept boxer, having been taught by one of the higher-up Immortals early into his initiation, and can usually best an untrained human without using his powers. Besides boxing, the closest thing Creed has to a talent is his skill for spitting very far.

History/Bio:

Creedence Clearwater Boggs was born at home, in a small apartment in Boston.

His parents were blue collar metahumans from Georgia. His father, Harley Boggs, had thick green skin, while his mother, Rhiannon Boggs, was a telepath. Creed had a fairly happy childhood, doing things most young boys did. He enjoyed swimming, playing with action figures, watching cartoons, and generally, being a boy. However, his childhood was not without upsets. Creed’s neighbors were strongly against metahuman rights, going as far as to frequently vandalize his family car, spraypainting the door to their apartment with slurs, and generally antagonizing the family whenever possible. When Creed was 11, his parents died shortly after a car crash. Creed believes that they could have been saved, but received sub-par care because of their status as metahumans. Shortly after this incident, Creed and Lenny were sent to live in foster care.
After Creed and Lenny spent a short time living at a NEST base, before it was finally decided that custody of the boys would be given to their grandmother, who lived in Black Fall, Pennsylvania.

With his grandmother a doddering old woman, Creed grew up with little supervision. His belief in metahuman superiority was fueled after discovering “The Immortals”, a gang of metahumans in Black Fall, who shared the same ideas. He devoted all of his time to The Immortals, going as far as to drop out of school. The Immortals were responsible for Creed earning his first NEST strike, coaxing him to attack and hospitalize the son of a senator with strongly anti-metahuman beliefs as part of his initiation.

Their grandmother was eventually placed in hospice care, causing NEST to search for a new home for the boys. Rather than let the already dangerous Creed have guardianship over his potentially dangerous brother, NEST has placed the two at Academy 218 in the hopes of turning the two into productive citizens.

Power Information

Power Class:

Cerebral

Power:

Creed can telepathically trigger pain responses in the brain if he has made eye contact with his target. This can be anything as minor as a headache to something severe as the sensation of being stabbed. Though Creed's imagination is the only limit, more intense pain requires equally increased focus -- the worst pain Creed could give someone would require he solely focus on his target and be unable to move or respond to outside stimuli.

Limits:

Creed's powers don't work on Cerebral metahumans, anyone wearing a helmet or sunglasses, and the blind. Additionally, Creed can't actually kill anyone unless they die of shock, which is very rare. The pain caused by Creed's powers ends when he stops focusing, as the stimuli for pain is no longer present. Creed is also unable to use his powers if he is in an extreme state of panic, fear, or anger -- He needs 100% concentration.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Creed's biggest weakness is not any unseen flaw in his power, but his personality. Creed is incapable of teamwork, and has trouble seeing others as equals, much less as superiors. Creed's cockiness frequently gets the better of him, and he often walks into situations too assured in his abilities to plan or think ahead.

Relationships

Family:

Lenny Boggs - Brother
Susan Boggs - Grandmother

Dynamics:

Lenny Boggs | Mixed | Brother |"Lenny's a good kid, he just needs to go outside more."|

Academy 218 (Superhuman School)

Any teacher openings?
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If anybody wants to have a character-relationship pow-wow with the resident Sasquatch, hit ya boy up.
I should also mention I'm calling dibs on all Samsquanch jokes.

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Yan rolled to his side, coughing himself into consciousness. He was naked, though at least mostly covered with a stained blue comforter. He opened one eye, with an audible crackle as his sand-caked eyelids separated, and looked at his surroundings. Keeping an eye open always helped him adjust to waking up, after all. There was a stain on the ceiling from a persistent leak that had now grown into a crimson-brown splotch that hung ominously above him, threatening to break open and soak him in stagnant rainwater at any minute.

He folded himself up, leaning against the wall his futon pressed against, collecting his thoughts for the day. First order of business, as always, was breakfast. Yan leaned across his futon and sprawled over the comforter, letting a few stray rays of sunlight that had escaped through the closed blinds touch his skin. He began to rifle through what appeared to be a pile of trash, looking for something with a ferocious intent. He had been sleeping for about 13 hours, and because he hadn't yet figured out a way to do drugs in his sleep, that meant he was already starting to feel the effects of minor withdrawal. Irritability. Stress. A lack of focus.

He overturned a small soiled napkin, and found his well-earned prize. A small, clear plastic bag, the kind that would have normally held earrings or loose gemstones, filled with hot pink dust. Though Yan didn't smell it, it carried a distinct chemical smell not unlike ammonia, and though the room he was in was dark, it still sparkled amidst the shadows. Yan stood up and cleared his throat, spitting on the floor as he held the bag in the sunlight. After a few moments of inspection, Yan plopped down on the futon once more, pulling the comforter over himself out of decency and setting the bag in front of him. Next to the futon, beside a skunky-smelling empty glass, was a small pistol-like device, holding a vial that had been caked in chalky pink residue. Yan unscrewed the vial from the device and carefully tapped half of the bag's contents into the vial, before screwing it tightly back on.

With a satisfied chuckle, Yan ran his fingers through his wild, uncombed hair. He had earned extra Zen by being paid for information, a practice he occasionally dabbled in -- This time, he had given a triad member's location to an RSF officer. He wasn't on either side. He was on Yan's side. He chuckled to himself again, stabbing a vein in his foot, and squeezing a small trigger.

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Yan sat motionlessly on the subway, staring out of the window. The lower ring wasn't much of a sight to see normally, but he wasn't quite in a normal mindframe. He was on his way to a local soup kitchen. The noodles they used were always too thick and the broth was always too thin, but anything would've tasted good to him. Arriving at his destination, he stood up with a groan, as if he held a tremendous weight on top of him. His feet slid towards the door step by step like a deep sea diver's, and he looked like he might have fallen over at any second.

"You alright there, son?" An elderly man asked him, stroking his beard pensively. "You look a little green." He was short and portly, and his black beard was forked in two. The subway slid to a complete stop, and the doors opened with a hiss.

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A lizard sat across from Yan, flicking his black forked tongue at him. His eyes were beady, and a distinctly reptilian yellow. He grinded his teeth impatiently, and the sharp edges seemed to sparkle in fluorescent lighting of the subway. Yan paused for a moment, trying to decipher his strange, garbled words. Before he could, the lizard hissed loudly, which Yan took as a clear sign for him to leave.

He made his way out of the subway station, limply dragging his feet through inky, polluted puddles and scattered bits of trash. The sky had soured to an unpleasant gray that suggested a storm to come, as well as the possible rupture of the crimson water stain above Yan's nest. The people around him seemed to move infinitely fast, as if he were covered in molasses while his fellow pedestrians skated through the pavement with ease. Luckily for Yan, he usually went unnoticed in the lower ring. Zen-Men were a dime a dozen, and this afforded Yan a level of anonymity. He arrived at the soup kitchen surprisingly quickly, opening the door with a grunt. There was a man in front of him in a red jacket. talking loudly. Yan couldn't understand him and the loud noises frightened him, but he was not going to leave without his soup, whether or not this guy moved.

"'Scuse me. You in line?"

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Age
19

Sex
Male

Element
Air

Home
Lower Ring

Profession
Beggar/Thief

Stance on Benders
Like most complex political issues, Yan doesn't care about whether or not benders should be allowed in The Republic.

Appearance
Yan stands about a head shorter than most men and has a scrawny physique that suggests he is malnourished to a degree. Along with his pale skin and the notably dark circles around his sunken-in eyes, Yan more or less looks constantly ill. His fingernails are caked with layers of black grime, and his teeth are brittle and stained. Yan wears a waterproof jumpsuit tucked into boots, and avoids combing his hair or performing self-grooming of any kind. Yan is known for his habit of constantly smiling, which most people find either unnerving or endearing.

Personality
If Yan were an animal, he would be a rat. Although he's not exceptionally smart, Yan possesses a fair degree of low cunning and street smarts, and can be sly when he needs to be. Yan is selfish and crude, and is known (by those who even know him) as an underhanded deviant who can't be trusted. Yan's sole motivation for staying alive is Zen, a psychoactive street drug named for its lethargic hallucinatory highs. Known for being an especially trashy street-drug, "Zen-Men" like Yan are stereotypically thieves or beggars -- Yan is both.

Yan is a skilled liar and can typically talk his way out of most situations, or bluff his way into them, especially if Zen -- or money to buy more Zen -- is involved. Yan's life on the streets has taught him to look out for himself above all else, jading him into a self-centered cynic.

History
Yan was born in the Lower Ring, to an unexceptionally poor family and unexceptionally poor life. Introduced to Zen at an early age, Yan has known little else but poverty and addiction, which have become second-nature to him -- Yan sometimes has trouble figuring out whether or not he's sober, as he's spent the majority of his life either high or coming down. Eventually outed as an addict, Yan was kicked out of his house after stealing money from his parents to support his habit as a teenager.

With a natural penchant for small crime, he has since kept himself alive through burglary and mugging pedestrians, though more often than not he settles for begging. He is a fairly successful addict, as he manages to eat enough to stay alive, and avoids law enforcement by having a permanent hideout rather than carrying his belongings with him. He has made himself a nest at the highest floor of one of the lower ring's many abandoned buildings.

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Likes
Zen
Sleeping
Candy
Egg-Based Foods
Parties with Free Drinks

Cough Medication

Dislikes
Not Having Zen
Bright Lights
Loud Noises
Unenclosed Spaces (Vast plains, empty indoor stadiums, open sea, etc.)
Working
Meat
Strangers

Habits
Smiling
Chuckling
Scratching Himself

Fears
Being deprived of Zen

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@Exit Would you prefer sheets in the OOC before they're accepted, or are we free to add them to the characters tab?