LovelyAnastasia

Summer Camp for Supernaural Teens

((That minute on the eoad to the camp a late comer was arriving in a jet black taxi. Once it arrived a scrawny looking human child stepped out the door. He had black hair, was quite tall and firey orange eyes. As the taxi drov e of new smells greeted his strangely strong sense of smell. Smells that were foreign and supernatural nothing like the smells at his old orphanage where everyone was scared of him. Unsure of what to fo he stood there and waited.))
(Sorry ignore this for now. I am new and was unsure of how to join))

@Minimum

Just popping in.@KatherinWinter I think a new person wanted to join but didn't understand the rules. :D
@Minimum Dearling, once you subscribe to the thread, you can post up a Character sheet which KatherinWinter will either okay or ask for tweaks on. Once your character is accepted, then you can enter in the RP.

X-Men: Most Wanted (Mid-High Casual)

@LovelyAnastasia are you still in this or what?

@Revans Exile

....
Well, confederate flag, I'm not in anymore.

Apologies @MistressCyanide but it seems I no longer feel comfortable or welcome in this rp, so I must decline action. See you around I hope.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Anna

Wonderful. Delicious. Energy. The dark circles under her eyes faded and she knocked back her fourth glass of juice. Licking her lips, she grinned. Running one of her six hands through her hair, she chuckled. She was reenergized. Excellent. Picking up her plates and empty glass, she looked up. Her pure white eyes found a girl, the complete opposite of Anna herself, sitting just a bit away from her. A bit sheepishly she ran the back of her hand over her face, hoping she hadn't looked too barbaric. It was a bit embarrassing...

Clearing her throat, she stood and took her dishes to the kitchen. Rinsing them off, she followed the housekeeper's instructions. To the gym them. Brushing her platinum hair out with her fingers, she looked down at her clothes. Eh... They were going to the gym anyway. This would be fine. Plus, she didn't really have anyone to dress up for around here anyway. It would be fine if this was what she wore.

Once she was in the gym she started her stretches. It was best to get loose before doing anything physical. Whatever they were to be doing in the gym, she didn't want to go and hurt herself because of it.

The Five Demon Princes

Hermessent/Hermonia

Hermonia grinned at May, but said nothing more. Instead once the bus had stopped, she pleasantly followed the flow of girls. They all had brought so much with them. Tilting her head to the side, her eyes narrowed slightly, their dark depths flickering red before turning back to regular black. From the bus she grabbed a bag which she slung over one of her shoulders. She looked elegant and even fashionable in the bright pink uniform, though red or black would of surely suited her tastes far more.

Following the group, she enter the complex and looked about in disinterest. Umiko-Urita-no, Uriko, had summoned the boys to come and greet them, but no sooner than she meet face to face with one of the boy than the little loud mouth turned tail and ran off. Coward. This overly good looking boy was nothing. The one that stood behind him, examining the options it seemed, was unnaturally good looking too. With black hair. This stunk of the abnormal. But just how abnormal was the question.

Following Bessie's exampled she tilted her head back almost a bit haughtily, brushed her long black hair over one shoulder and went to claim her sleeping quarters. Choosing the third room, she threw her bag onto the bed with quiet a lack of interest. The room was too orderly. She didn't like it. Snapping a finger, a small air pressure flew through her room. It was weak, but a good wind did wonders in whipping things about, unsettling sheets and tipping the mirror on its axis. A little stress relief, that was all it was. And it wasn't near enough. But there was work to be done.

With a small demure smile, she picked up her notebook, a pen and a ruler. By passing the girl's common room, she head straight to the co-ed common room, every step overly graceful and fluid, as if the air passed beneath her feet. Urita, or whatever her name was, had dragged one of the poor boys into her clutches, but quiet little Bessie remained a curious observer. Standing by the quiet girl's side, Hermonia watched on too, her stance perfectly straight and her face a beautiful mask of elegant beauty. Her poise was remarkable, but her thoughts were dark and those lovely lashed black eyes of hers flickered red for a moment.

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Drienuhn/Darien

Drienuhn was unimpressed by the man creature who had silenced the Tale-Teller. To say he was annoyed would be too exaggerated. More like irritated. Peeved. He was not one to show much emotion, but he also did not like people looking down on him. Standing, he rubbed the back of his neck as Taelor and Ruomahl made a fuss about the female who had shouted out orders. Entering the co-ed common room, he merely stood with his pockets in his uniform slacks, the slight slouch to his posture looking more like a magazine model's pose than a real stance. With narrow dark eyes, he looked at the girl with the long black hair, standing by the girl who was sitting. That girl... There was something not very 'mundane' about her. Perhaps it was the cold look in her eyes. Whatever it was, it kept it to himself. It was none of his business. He didn't care as long as it didn't effect him.

One of the human girls, the shocking loud one, claimed his brother and even he couldn't hold back a small smirk. He almost pitied Roumahl. That human was surely the over energetic and nagging type. An hour with her and ones ears would surely start to bleed from such loudness. Father would of loved her. His long dark hair fell over his shoulder as he moved. Quietly he sat in one of the chairs and rested quiet casually, with his chin in his palm. His eyes slowly ran over the quiet girl. This one was far more his kind of girl. Quiet. He continued to watched her till a small slow smile crept across his face.

Summer Camp for Supernaural Teens

Tomohina

Too much. There was just too much. Everyone talking and shouting and the sounds of the powers and all of it bouncing off trees- She had to distance herself. She couldn't handle this for much longer. It was just too much. Oblivious to the fact that someone had been trying to talk to her, she stayed perfectly still, eyes closed trying to bear the chaos of sound. Growing pale, she stumbled back and turned walking hastily away from the fire pit as well as the group. She'd be able to better hear them and focus at a greater distance.

She just couldn't take being so close to people. She had even been all the close to her own family. This many people was just overwhelming. The petite Japanese girl folded her white cane up once she was at a good distance. Stripping off her shoes, she cradled them in the crook of her arm, walking to the place behind the girls' cabin. Setting her things there, she listened closely to what was going on at the firepit. It was no longer so intense and she had an easier time telling which sound wave belonged to who and what.

Ivy had been preforming for everyone, to which end her brother had to help reign her back in. A new girl, Phoebe, had joined the group, but the one called Raven had fainted and thus taken up most of the attention in the group, leaving the new girl dancing in the wind. Something about feathers. Ah, yes, the one called Solis who had spoken to her in odd overly long and rambling sentences. Perhaps he was nervous and skittish much like the kind whom he shared wings with? Of course there were others too. The small oddly proportioned one who was the boy in the dress; a friend of Ivy's brother.

So rowdy... Like they were all fighting for a light light shot in a movie... Or maybe that was just her introverted personality getting exhausted by all the energy the group had. No wonder it had been a chaotic smashing of sound wave after sound wave. With a small tilt of her head, she continued to keep an 'eye' on the group, but did not engage. Whistling, she tried throwing the sound waves, manipulating them to change direction, frequency, anything that might help her practice control as she observed the others from a grand and comfortable distance. It didn't work as well as things like voices.

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Anna

She was late to come down to breakfast. And she was by no means in the best condition when she did come down. The six foot tall teenager with six arms and pure white eyes had dark circles under her eyes. Her platinum hair was damp and she was wearing a shirt and a pair of shorts obviously meant for working out. Not sleeping. Her bare feet padded on the floor as she went in the direction of the wonderful smell in the air. By passing other kids she just didn't know and was too tired to pay mind to, she went straight for the food. Three hands were filling up her plate with a mountain of food, one hand patting her yawning mouth, one scratching the back of her head, and the last resting on her hip.

She hadn't slept well last night, so instead she had exercised, hoping it would help her go to sleep. But even when she did sleep nightmares often woke her up. It was something that happened so often, she was used to just dealing with. The giant girl tore a piece of bacon in half, suddenly feeling quiet ravenous. Someone was yelling, and someone else was yammering, Anna just ate, not waiting for anyone. Knocking back a glass of juice, she refilled it while chowing on a toast, egg and bacon sandwich she had slopped together. Shoveling in her meal she started to feel way better. Food was seriously amazing!

Orphanage for Supernatural Kids

Are we waiting on someone? Aren't we all being sent off to bed?

X-Men: Most Wanted (Mid-High Casual)

Yes, but I felt the need to specify that she can only handle lightyears old light. The sun is too close, so it overwhelms her.

Summer Camp for Supernaural Teens

Tomohina

It would be important to remember who all these people were and what they did, so she could avoid another embarrassing fumble, like she had with Ivy. Raven had telekinesis. Her voice was rather teasing and the waves had an interesting strength to them. Whatever that meant, she was sure that the girl was probably very strong. She couldn't see the demonstration, but the slushing around of water gave her a vague idea of what was going on.

Roy could control energy. His voice held a sort of static to it, like the sound waves were too energetic to be bound in by just his voice. But even as he demonstrated his power, she couldn't see it. It was a bit frustrating. She had to be on her toes. She had to be alert and always listening closely. Every little sound could change the entire picture. Actually, this was a bit more than stressful and overwhelming. She really just wanted to go back into the forest. To isolate herself from having to listen to every little thing so she didn't mess up again.

Tomohina kept her eyes closed and kept both of her hands on her white cane. Whatever the thing was in front of her sizzling and giving off odd sound waves, she'd rather not touch it. In truth she didn't even know if it was alright to touch it. Had others touched it? She didn't know, so she kept her hands to herself, relaxing only when it disappeared.

Solis, the boy who had offered his help, had... wings? The fluttering of feathers, like a very large bird hovering just above them made her tense. It was just Solis then. That was his power. In a sense she was a bit envious. How many wonderful things must he see when flying up in the sky so freely? Even his voice held some sort of freedom to it.

Everything was quiet for a moment. Anxiety rose up into Tomohina's chest, like an uneasy sort of pressure from a storm cloud. Hesitantly she made her way into the center of the gathering. Every step was cautious and yet somehow unnaturally graceful. Standing in the center, dark hair swirling around her in silken locks past her shoulders, she kept her eyes closed. The petite girl was very delicate and doll-like, as though she were living porcelain.

"My name is Tomohina," she spoke in a soft voice. Her voice was so soft, it was almost as if she were whispering. Slowly her dark lashes lifted and two deep and unending pools of shimmering darkness revealed themselves. Her eyes were sightless and yet somehow saw everything. It was all to easy to get lost in there shy glimpse. Yet the second time she opened her mouth to speak, the sound of her voice was no longer traveling just in front of her. Instead it was a whisper behind every person ear, gentle like the sigh of the wind, but clear and calm. No word was lost, but instead held a haunting sort of echo to it.

"This is the most I can do with my control over sound," her voice sighed gently, "I apologize if I end up eavesdropping sometimes... Sound is the only way I get to see things around me."

And with that she drifted back to where she had been before, outside of the circle of people, leaning against the nearest tree half hidden in its shade. Again she closed her eyes, and like a sleeping figurine, she stood perfectly still, listening.

X-Men: Most Wanted (Mid-High Casual)

Starry Eyed

Name: Asha Nightenlowe
Mutant Name: Starry Eyed
Age: 20
Gender: female
Appearance:

Her mutation suppressed:


Powers:
~Star Solar Energy Manipulation: She is able to absorb solar radiation and convert it into a unique energy type which she can manipulate for various uses. Her powers are stronger related to her exposure to starlight. It is possible this is absorption of some sort of cosmic energy.

~Bio-luminescent: In her natural state, Asha's skin and hair are luminescent with a shimmering, rainbow-colored light of solar radiation. She is unable to control this vibrant appearance, and hides beneath black layers of clothing. With practice, Asha can be able to appear human.

~Light Energy Blasts: She can project the solar energy in a beam of variable intensity and diameter, from a wide concussive blast to a thin laser-like cutting beam, but this is currently uncontrolled and occurs often when she is under intense emotion.

~Force Fields: currently also uncontrolled and occurs under intense instinct to protect either herself or someone else. Unpredictable.

~Heat Manipulation: Asha can both withstand extremely high temperatures and emit warmth.

~Flight: Asha is able to propel herself into the air leaving a rainbow-like trail behind. The upper limits of her speed have yet to be determined. She is also able to carry others while flying. This is the only power she seems to be able to currently control. Unless she has a nightmare. Then she starts floating.

~Enhanced Strength: Asha also appears to be stronger than an average human.

Weakness:
Star Solar Energy Dependent: Excessive use of her powers drain her stored solar energy reserves. At night time, the depletion is negligible given that she is constantly replacing the used energy. During the day, it is possible for her to completely use up her stored energy and not have access to any special abilities until she is again exposed to starlight.

Personality: A rather skittish person, due to emotional and sometimes physical abuse from her family, it can be a bit hard for her to trust others. However she tends to be rather passive about most things, avoiding any situation she might lose control of. She only fights for what she thinks is good and right, never wanting to seek out conflict. Unfortunately though she does have an anger problem, from suppressing such feelings towards her family. Asha is a kind person though, she is just troubled with the burden of her mutation and how it alienated her from others.

Rap-Sheet: No crimes

History:
Asha came from a regular middle class family with three older sisters and two younger brothers. Her mother was a pastor and her father was a lawyer. She was a standard teenage. At first.

When she turned eighteen however, one night she started changing. The starlight seemed to absorb into her skin and hair. Asha started glowing like a rave light and as she started to panic she started to float up till her back was pressed against the ceiling.

Her mother came to see why she screaming, and when she looked up she saw a bright alien creature with her daughter’s face. Her father came to her room too, but his face held no awe. It held disgust. His daughter was a mutation. Abomination. A monster.

So he had he dress in heavy dark clothes, pulling her out of school and trying to keep her up in her room and away from light as possible. And the more he kept her from the star, the more sickly she got. She couldn’t turn off the lights under her skin, so it was starving her body of energy, getting fuel from anything it could to keep the lights going.

Asha flickered on and off for many months. The disgust from her father who kept her from the others as if she were diseased... And how he’d hiss at her and treat her like a mangy dog form the streets... It was more than she could bear.

When Asha thought of death, it would be replaced with stars. Sickly and miserable, her mother took her out of her room one day. She seemed nervous. Where was her father? He was always her handler. But her mother had her pack two suitcases of her favorite things and dragged her to the car.

Just being out in the night air gave Asha strength. Looking up at the stars, she felt healthy again. The stars’ light and energy flowed into her. Asha began to glow with the energy of a million of fairytale lights. She stared up at the sky the entire time her mother drove, entranced by the night sky.

“Oh my starry eyed daughter,” her mother’s voice broke the spell, “I’m so sorry... This place... Your own kind... They can help you.” Her mother looked like she was about to cry. Asha was so dazed with the rush of energy, she jut smiled at her mother. Little did she know that’d be the last time she saw her.

“Mama,” she whispered, “Mama, don’t cry...”

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After a year learning about how her powers worked and how to control them, Starry Eyed grew bitter about her past. People who had made her think she was a monster... People who others just for being different... Things like this were despicable crimes of hate that everyone just seemed to over look. But the mutant who thought that they were the next step in evolution? Maybe they were right, but maybe they were wrong. She wouldn't become the someone else's monster just because people hated her. If she gave into her anger, than she was just proving them right. There has to be a way to live together. There has to be a way to co-exist. But the hate needs to stop. Too many innocence were losing their lives.

Goal: To do what she believes is right... no matter the cost.