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

@Madame Kitten Was hot and humid. Pretty nice now, though.

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

New Challenge: Sum up the OOC with a word or phrase.

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

Jace spun around and gave Artemis a thumbs up, "Alright, not a problem!" and turned back around, immediately tripping over a sign for a clothing store, then landing on his face. Not only did he now have competition for the woman he had a huge crush on, he just ruined his suit and made himself look like an idiot that had no short term memory. The mimic sighed and got up, dusted himself off and fixed the sign that may have just been traumatized, and resumed his B-line for the infirmary. Ugh... he was getting a night working the bar now, he was sure of it.

Gallus looked up at Artemis, a comically-sized watermelon cube partially in his beak. He dropped it and turned to face the girl, then answered in an equally hushed tone. "Slow down, Casanova. Are you sure you wanna be going out with the guy that, oh what did he do again..? Oh yeah, murders all our friends?" The bird squawked angrily and ruffled his feathers, having a grudge against Toby, ever since Jace had gone into the butcher's shop one day looking for him in regards to the man who was missing a finger earlier. He'd seen one of his best friends, a chicken named Issac, get brutally executed with a dull, bloody cleaver and forced to run around without a head for the masochist's amusement.

In reality, it was clean. A freshly sharpened knife and the body was held down until the nerves stopped firing, but Gallus' mind had a field day coming up with a way to demonize anyone who worked in that accursed shop.

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

Jace looked down at his watch and finished off the pancakes that were his breakfast, leaving the rest of the fruit for Gallus. "Crap... I'll see you guys at the lake after work!" He took off through the mall at a run towards the infirmary. The resident medical professional, officially still in training but quite capable on his own, was late for an appointment with one of the more elderly patients, and decided that deafening himself and being late to important things maybe wasn't worth an extra ten minutes of sleep.

Gallus quickly set his sights on the abandoned food, and began to eat hungrily. He was well-fed, yes, but a little extra something never hurt, especially if it was blueberry-flavored.

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

I didn't know him well, but I wish him luck in whatever he goes on to do.

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Sicari rolled her eyes. "Might as well... and call me Icarus, it's an actual name I use. I just thought up Chryseis on the spot so that Salarian couldn't pin anything on us if something went wrong." She made her way over to the bar and took a seat beside an already drunk Batarian that was muttering various slurs, mostly about humans and the bartender's inability to make a decent drink. Decent or not, she was in need of some form of alcohol to help tolerate the horn dog of a Quarian they managed to pick up. She liked the Asari, she seemed capable and decent, but Simbel... Simbel was another story.

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

Jace looked up at Toby, a little more than envious of at the moment. Before being noticed, though, he was back down in his plate with a piece of cantaloupe on his fork, and moving towards his mouth. "If no one does anything stupid today, I guess I'll come, too. The infirmary's usually pretty empty, anyhow." He stated rather flatly, ignoring that he wasn't invited. Besides, he liked swimming, that's something that makes for a pretty good alibi in this scenario.

Gallus chirped happily at Artemis' touch, having a fondness for being stroked. "I'm well, what of you?" The bird asked, tucking his beak under his wing for a moment to straighten an askew feather.

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

With an angry parrot pecking at his face, Jace finally woke up. Not because of the trumpets, no, be he had managed to use his powers to deafen himself slightly, just enough to reduce the noise of the brass instruments that had woken him for the last three-and-a-half years, every single day. He crawled out of bed, satisfied with the fact that he finally found a way to get more than a little sleep... Gallus, on the other hand, was the best alarm clock one could have. In the form of an extremely clingy parrot.

Jace disabled his ability and made his way to the dresser, and sighed. "Hey Gallus, how's Artemis been doing? You spend part of the afternoon hanging around her animals, anyway."

The parrot, having an actual understanding of the English language, answered. "She's good, still sad about Fred, I think."

"Fred?"

"That runty pig, smallest one the place's seen in awhile."

"Ah." Jace finished buttoning up the front of his suit and straightened his tie as Gallus lighted down on his shoulder, and headed out towards the mall for breakfast. He wasn't looking forward to his job in the infirmary, he had a feeling someone was gonna get injured that day, and he didn't want to perform any kind of surgery that day. He could do it, he has before, he just felt inexperienced among the professionals.

He bumped into the mall's front door soon, earning a sarcastic remark from Gallus, then proceeded in and got his breakfast of pancakes and various fruits. He didn't hate eating meat, he just preferred to stay off of Artemis' hit list. The surgeon sat down across from the fellow red-head, and started eating quietly, as Gallus jumped off his shoulder, then hopped over to her.

"Hey Artemis."

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

Hey everyone, I've finally joined this place that looks awesome! I'm so glad to be here and able to participate in this roleplay, let me know if things are about to go bad... or if Artemis actually kills someone.

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

Jace "Spades" O'Shea

Age: 16

Power: Mimicry
A true Jack of all Trades, but master of none.

Weapons: 21 razor-rimmed Ace-of-Spades playing cards, blackthorn shillelagh.

Bio: Jace lived a good, lucky life. Irish through and through, and born in the heart of Dublin, he could be considered one of the luckiest people alive. He bluffed his way through school perfectly, his teachers never even bothering to check the work he never did. Until his thirteenth birthday, his luck held out. It ended abruptly, at 7:07pm, March 7th, the exact moment of his birth, all those years ago. His mimicry abilities, once hibernating inside him, woke. The first thing he copied was, unfortunately for him, a king cobra while his mother was beside him, watching a nature documentary about snakes. He grew fangs, his skin became scaly, and his pupils narrowed. Miss. Dawson was called and Jace was deported. At first, he was always angry, refusing to conform to anything. He mellowed out over the years, but continues to dream of his freedom... he's also a sucker for romance.

Dreams/Wishes: Freedom (obviously), an intimate relationship

Good/Evil/Walking the Line: Good

Siblings: 3 older sisters, 1 younger brother.

Pets: A parrot named Gallus.

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Name: Aaron Fletcher

Age: 17

Powers: Electrokinesis, total immunity to electric shocks
Electrokinesis, also called fulgurkinesis, electromagnetism, and lightening control, is simply the ability to manipulate electricity. Side effects of this power typically include hyper activeness, static electricity build-up, an inability to rest, and being periodically struck by lightning.

Weapons: Several folding knives, including an ivory and stainless steel spring-loaded switchblade, and his Electokinesis abilities.

Bio: Aaron Fletcher, mother a stripper in her last year of college and father a drunk frat boy, neither of whom cared about him, grew up on the streets in a bad neighborhood somewhere in New England. He went between foster homes for most of his childhood, several of which were barely better than where he came from and let him do whatever he wanted. Therefore, he performed poorly in school and had very few friends, one of which dared him to go into a power station through a hole in the fence when they were seven. Once inside, he wandered and nudged an exposed wire through a hole in his pants. For most, this would be a premature death, nearly 30,000 volts of raw, unfiltered electricity tearing through your body with nowhere to go.

For Aaron, it was an awakening, the moment he realized that the most dangerous thing he knew of couldn’t kill him. He felt truly alive for the first time, and started doing stupid things that would get others killed for money. He’d shock himself with jumper cables and car batteries for $15, drop various household items into pools for $30, and would stand in thunderstorms with an umbrella for $100. Moral of the story, he made a lot of money during the humid summers. With a little kleptomania in his personality coupled with the fact that he was a fantastic liar, he could afford to buy a small house and pay off the mortgage immediately at thirteen.

Somehow, he managed to unknowingly avoid both the United States government and Miss Dawson until his 17th birthday, the former getting him first. The façade he settled on involved him being falsely detained for no good reason, and it worked for a while. Once it failed a few times among several ace interrogators, he was employed by the CIA to work alongside the janitors that handled the electrical systems for a brief time, around three months, and was given a handler that was connected to Miss Dawson. He was handed over to the Home after short-circuiting the Capitol Building and part of the Pentagon for the third time, which was very recently.

Somewhere along the line, Fletcher became a bit of a narcissist and constantly fusses over his appearance. Much of the time he can be seen wearing a scarf, despite the weather.

Dreams/Wishes: To become rich, and maybe take someone along for the ride.*

Good/Evil/Walking the Line: Walking the Line, leaning towards good.

Siblings: N/A

Pets: None

*He comes across as arrogant, but he softens up to someone who gives him a chance.