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Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

~Graham Turner~

"No, its just you and your annoying coughing."

A voice sounding none too pleasant answered him from his right. He quickly turned his head and spotted the source: a scowling dark haired women. With blue streaks to boot. For a moment Graham was shocked. There were other people here. He then shook his head. Of course there were. Why wouldn’t there be? It’s not like one uses a train to kidnap a single person. Unless, of course, they were like a head of state or something, and last time he’d checked, Graham was not one.

His thoughts flew by rapidly. An entire string of logic passed in a fraction of a second. Then his attention shifted back to the rude chick. For a moment he started to cut back, but he held his tongue at the last minute. Perhaps antagonizing someone you’ve just met in a strange location isn’t the brightest idea. He sucked in his breath, calmed down slightly, and started walking down the aisle towards his heckler. Along the way, he noticed plenty of people, all around his age, give or take a couple years. He felt slightly embarrassed for not having noticed, but his vision had just started clearing up. The faeries had gone away.

He stopped a seat before her, holding onto the chair to steady himself. Then, before he could even think of stopping it, his retort slid out.

“Hey...my Koffing may be annoying, but I love the feller. Really airs out the lungs, y’know?”

Graham wore a grin that stretched from ear to ear. He was kicking himself mentally. A Pokemon pun? A groan-inducing Pokemon pun that she’ll probably not even catch. That’s the best he could come up with. Slight disappointment wrapped it’s arms around him. Still, the smile endured. If he was going to be cheesy, might as well own it. But the sooner he could retreat from this failed engagement, the better. Probably.

Graham unknowingly grabbed a button on his blue and red flannel shirt, fiddling with it. He slid into an empty seat a few up from Alexis, by a window. His hand stopped playing with the button, slid through his red locks quickly, then finally settled on tugging at the bottom of his black tee-shirt emblazoned with the smiley face so commonly associated with Nirvana. Fear had receded into nervousness. And Graham’s natural response was to touch. Anything at all.

After a few moments, he sighed.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Yesssssss, another bald bro.

@SwordfishKnight

Bald is beautiful, yo. ^.^

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@Lennon79

Guns are glorious. Alright, I'll see about whipping something up to just kill some time. It's a big ol' base. Might as well someone get around to cleaning it xD

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Name: Ramses Quentin Reinholdt
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Ramses

Large and in charge, Ramses Q. Reinholdt towers over many at a whopping 200cm and 100kg (6’5ish and 220lbs). The burly man’s in great shape, rather muscular, healthy; all because of the job. He’s not a fisherman, he’s a soldier. Might as well look the part.

With a shaved head and a not-so-shaved chin, Ramses strives for a somewhat intimidating look. His sunglasses, which he does love to sport, do not exactly help that image. As far as clothing goes, when in the field, he tends to slant toward efficient clothing. Dull colors, many pockets, steel-toed boots. If it’s green or brown, he’s down. On his personal time, however, he’s much less picky. A tee-shirt and pair of khaki pants will do him just fine.

Nationality: Fisherman’s Horizon

Trained At: Balamb

Weapon/Combat Style: Firearms. While being competent with most guns/rifles, Ramses is an excellent marksman. Cool under pressure, excellent aim, attributes that lend well to his preferred weapon: the sniper rifle. It’s the unlucky man that lands in Reinholdt’s sights. It’s the unluckier man that ends up close.

Should an encounter draw too near, the marksmen becomes a gunslinger. Disturbingly quick on the draw, Ramses is a menace with his revolver. Primarily, he’ll just carry the one, resting in the holster resting on his left hip. If he’s expecting a lot of trouble, he’ll carry another in a shoulder holster under his left shoulder.

Interesting to note, Reinholdt is terrible with magic. All magic. “But who needs fireballs when ya got good ole fashioned firepower?” And while his bulk does make him a touch more durable, his speed suffers for it. Add in the heavy equipment he carries and one can see why he tends to be a more “static” combatant.

Limit Break: Scorched Earth: When pushed just a little too far, Ramses likes to get some space and cool down. To do so, the burly man quickly retreats, pulling pins on a few of his grenades and dropping them along his path. At the end, he lobs one final grenade at his foe, shooting it to set it off.

Personality: As cliche as it sounds, Ramses truly is cool, calm, and collected. Not one to be overly emotional, nor frighten easily, the man tries to be a beacon of courage for those around him. But he’s only human. He has fears and insecurities just as much as the next guy. Ramses just has a better poker face. But when it comes to the mission, the objective comes first. Succeed at any cost. Death in victory is preferable to life in defeat. That being said, he does quite strongly value human life. He prefers to incapacitate over kill whenever possible, most likely due to his pacifist hometown.

Outside of “work”, Ramses is a pretty easy guy to get along with. Not too loud, not too quiet. If he has a chance, he’s probably trying to fish, but he’s willing to talk about anything and patient enough to work with less sociable people. He’s a strong believer in teamwork. “A team will always trump the individual.” This is something he has taken to heart, thus he attempts to bond with whoever his team happens to be.

Biography: Raised in the quiet, peaceful haven of Fisherman’s Horizon, Ramses never really showed any interest in violence. That honor belonged to his older brother, Norman. Ramses was content with just spending his days fishing with his father, but ole Norm wanted a more exciting life. He used to talk about running off to join Garden, to become a SeeD and live the adventures that were spoken of in excited, hushed whispers by FH’s youth (talk the adultfolk would not much approve of). Every night he would fill Ramses’ head with images of swords, magic, and dragons.

But those whispered dreams were never to become a reality. Norman, while playing one day, fell in the water. No one was around to see him. No one knew that Norman Reinholdt was robbed of his life. Not until Ramses accidently found his body, his clothing having caught Ramses’ hook one faithful day.

It took Ramses a while to accept what had happened. But times heals all wounds. The pain was still there, but Ramses dealt with it the only way he knew how. He decided to take up Norman’s dream, to experience the adventures that his brother now couldn’t. His parents disapproved, but allowed it nonetheless.

And so, Ramses ended up at Balamb Garden. He trained. And trained. And studied. And trained some more. He was about average in everything, only slightly above with his shooting skills. So he focused on that, determined to become outstanding. He had too. Norm would be disappointed if he didn’t give 120% or more.

And so he trained. Again. And again. And again again.

At the age of eighteen, Ramses was accepted as a SeeD. Since then, he hasn’t done anything really of note, mainly due to a lack of any large assignments. But he continues forward. Eager to get his chance. To explore the world, and finally see what it was that had possessed his brother.

Additional information: Ramses is horribly terrified of spiders and heights. While he doesn’t immediately shut down, it is best if he gets away from these triggers as soon as possible.

GF: Halwyss
Appearance:

From the depths of nowhere emerges Halwyss. A gargantuan spider made of bark, with a back of dried leaves and in the place of a head, a woman donned in pink. Pink dress, pink hair, pink eye. Around her head is a crown of twigs. Her hair covers the left half of her face, upon which multiple eyes roll in search of their next prey.

Elemental Affinity: None
Junctions:
Hit-J
Spd-J
Abilities:
Luck +50%
Spd +20%

Upon summoning, Halwyss traps nearby enemies in her web, slowing enemies further away and downright stopping nearby foes in their tracks.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

~Graham Turner~

~Little Red Coughing Hood~

Nothing. Nothing exists. The universe exists. Is the universe nothing? What is nothing? In the bleak, utter darkness, something begins taking shape from nothing. A familiar mop, a striking face, a small body. It was him. The observer was watching himself from aware. But where was he?

A static erupted. From nothing, there was numbness. The darkness, the complete and total darkness, became less and less. Nothing was retreating into nothing. Blades of light cut into it from somewhere.

“Hnnngr…? Whhhrrr. Mmmrmg.” murmured the barely conscious boy.

From the light came sound. His sound. His voice...joined with something else. The tingling started to fade with the dark. He heard rattling. He felt his body move. Wait, he heard? He felt? He was real? Of course he was real. Why wouldn’t he be? Wait, was that a train?

The boy’s eyes slowly opened, and the world came into focus. He was in a seat alright. In a...a subway car? He wasn’t too sure, having only seen them in movies. Subways aren’t exactly native to eastern Kentucky. The walls were rather barren. The chairs were bland, but comfy. He couldn't quite make out many details, his eyes still a touch fuzzy, blurring everything they came across. The walls, the door, the kid.

Then he realized he wasn’t alone. His eyes shifted to a form in the seat across from him. Some other kid. He called to the other, little more than a groan with a slight affliction, but got no response. Out like a light, it seemed.

Graham rose to his feet. Err, attempted to. The feeling hadn’t yet returned to his body. He collapse like a ton of bricks. He groaned, he grunted, and he grasped, but he couldn’t seem to push himself up. Immediately that is. His hand found the seat, and he pulled himself up. He held onto it, steadying himself. Tossing one last look over to his sleeping buddy, Graham slowly made his way to the door once his legs began to wake ever so slightly.

He tried the handle, and to his surprise, the door jerked open. Not for the last time, Graham asked himself where in the world he was. Last thing he remembered was…

Well, he couldn’t remember. Why couldn't he remember? Why didn't he care?

He looked out into the hall and stumbled forward. There was a window opposite his door. He grabbed hold of it and looked out into nothing. He looked left and right, not catching sight of anybody else. He wasn’t alone, was he? He couldn’t be alone. Please, don’t let me be alone.

“H-hello? Is…” Graham began, but was interrupted by a cough. His voice sounded horribly gravelly and scratched. What the hell had happened to him? “Is anybody out there?” he finished as the coughing subsided. His head pounded something fierce. He had a slight shiver, and he brought his hands up to his arms, holding himself. He was scared. All he wanted at the moment was his comfy bed. Nice pillows, warm blanket, the works. Maybe he could find some here. Trains have those, right? He'd just ask someone...

If there was anyone.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Oh? Well, I hate to hear about the inactives. Shame that. Here's hoping they return!
But in any case, I'll head off to whip up a bio. Should I post it in OOC here when I'm done, or PM it to you?

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Gotta say, this is a nifty read. Huuuuge Final Fantasy fan, with eight probably being me favorite.
Any chance of a spot being open? If not, s'all good. Content with simply lurking. The brutality has gotten it's gnarled hooks into me, so I'll be along for the ride one way or another.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

@XxFellsingxX
What subjects do we still need as far as teachers go?

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

start already

@Vec

I-I can't stop watching. It's so...so mesmerizing.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

It's the weekend, so Ogo is free at any time.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Gotta say, I'm digging the lineup. It looks pretty gnarly :3