I can see Alyssa and Toby either really getting along or just feeding each others' anxiety XD Tae Min would probably be a bit too in-your-face for the poor girl, haha.
Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do.
Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support.
James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken
Mark Westbrook Stranger
Annabelle Boltagon Stranger
Vix Stranger
Charlotte Rhodes Stranger
Richard Parker Stranger
Alex Kinney Stranger
Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
I'm making a character who's been bullied; any bullies around? Otherwise, I'll say that she's transferred for the start of the year :)
Not that I know of. My first character has a history of being bullied as well (for a lot of reasons), and I had originally intended for that to be part of the story. I suppose they'll just be NPCs?
Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do.
Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
Place: In and around the colony of Philadelphia. He's a bit tied down by work and doesn't see much of the other colonies, though he very much likes the idea of adventure.
Bio: Julien is originally from a wealthy family of French immigrants. Tuberculosis ravaged the colony in the summer of 1967, which killed his mother and younger brothers. Only he and his father had the constitution to survive the outbreak, but even they were left weaker than they had been. His father, grieved by the loss of his wife and three of his four sons, took to violent alcoholism and kicked out his only remaining son to have more money to drink with. Being nearly eight years old at the time, Julien took a job as a chimney sweep (despite this, even at the time, being illegal) and then an early apprenticeship at a tailor's shop owned by a freed slave. Using this opportunity to improve his poor English, he quickly made a life for himself as a part time street rat, part time working adult. Except, he's by no means an adult. His eleventh birthday is rolling around this next December, and even for his age he looks very young. Despite this, he can handle himself surprisingly well, with the help of some good luck and a little bit of his criminal tendencies.
I think I'm slowly figuring out how Polyvore works.... astonishing. I've edited the outfit links in all my posts since the timeskip to better collages, and also added colored dialogue.
EDIT: Also, are Relationship sheets still a thing? I know I constantly update everything and can't hold everyone to my standards, but if we're going to have them I think they should be checked up on at least once per IC week or something like that? @A Tattooed Girl, what do you think?
Since Lafayette wouldn't come to America until ten years after this RP takes place, and I don't really know shit about history anyway, I'm just making an OC.
Name: Julien Henri Ciel LeFebvre
Place: In and around the colony of Philadelphia. He's a bit tied down by work and doesn't see much of the other colonies, though he very much likes the idea of adventure.
Bio: Julien is originally from a wealthy family of French immigrants. Tuberculosis ravaged the colony in the summer of 1967, which killed his mother and younger brothers. Only he and his father had the constitution to survive the outbreak, but even they were left weaker than they had been. His father, grieved by the loss of his wife and three of his four sons, took to violent alcoholism and kicked out his only remaining son to have more money to drink with. Being nearly eight years old at the time, Julien took a job as a chimney sweep (despite this, even at the time, being illegal) and then an early apprenticeship at a tailor's shop owned by a freed slave. Using this opportunity to improve his poor English, he quickly made a life for himself as a part time street rat, part time working adult. Except, he's by no means an adult. His eleventh birthday is rolling around this next December, and even for his age he looks very young. Despite this, he can handle himself surprisingly well, with the help of some good luck and a little bit of his criminal tendencies.
Ciel would have liked a chance to poke a little fun at the Frenchman's expense, but they were quickly ushered in separate directions. Ciel followed Sana towards the medical area, murmuring a quick 'thank you' when she handed him a small bag of pecans.
This was the first time he'd seen fresh food in days. His rifle was running low on ammunition so he hadn't been able to hunt the last few days he was alone in the woods, and was instead forced to subsist off of dead animals and the few edible plants he knew. He also quickly discovered he wasn't quite as good at making fires as he thought he was, so a lot of what little he had to eat was raw and likely riddled with bacteria. There were no streams or bodies of clean water in the area he was in, so his best option had been to collect rainwater using his hiking boots. And even that was risky.
Ciel quickly swallowed down a few mouthfuls of pecans, ignoring the pangs of nausea which quickly turned into intense cramping. Even if it hurt, he knew he needed to eat something and not throw it back up. If he were in the habit of giving in to his discomfort, he would likely already be dead by now. Survival was not pleasant, by any stretch of the imagination.