Polaris North

With Friends Like These: A Slice of Life RP Inspired by the Sitcom, Friends

Well I'm still here if that's anything.

Shattered Codes.

@RainbowFactory@Blizz

The shriek caused Will to flinch but didn't let go. Wow, this girl really had a high pitched voice. When Juliet aimed a kick to his chest, Will nodded and then dodged. The kick connected with Mason's chest, effectively pushing him back. Mason kept saying he was sorry but Will still stood between him and Juliet, mostly to protect Mason actually. Who knows what Juliet might do. He then looked back at Juliet once Mason was heading out of the door. "Are you alright Juli-" And once more he was cut off when the computer began to shake.

He groaned. "What now..." He muttered to himself before walking towards the computer, placing one hand on the table as he looked at the screen. It was black before wasn't it? It had a symbol of a scale. That was the Zodiac sign of Libra wasn't it? It was a perfect match to 'Project Libra' name. This seemed really weird. Then it disappeared and the screen was enveloped in static. Then a vortex opened up, prompting Will to stumbled back.

Then a voice echoed from inside along with a raspy laughter. It spoke something about the cortex opening and that was impossible because he killed Linus long ago. He could hear Mason's question. If he didn't know about it then what the hell was happening. His mind was in a complete state of panic. Questions upon questions piled up in his head but he did address one thing that voice said. He looked back at Mason. "Mason..." He called out. "Isn't Linus the name of your father?" He didn't know much about Mason but there were multiple school activities where they had to reveal their parents or guardians. Will remembered those things.

CLOSED.

@Bourgeoisie

I'm already lurking there actually.

Summoner's Academy

Vincent managed to still keep his pace but he was struggling. Ten miles was very long and he didn't know how much they could actually do until someone falls down and gets trampled or fake-trampled under the golem's weight. He really thought that there was a better way to do this like starting with five miles first before heading over to ten. They had the potential to become summoners, and most of them was successful in the summoning process, but that didn't mean they could run a marathon right off the bat. And it wasn't like a marathon where you could slow down to a jog or walk once in a while to catch your breath. No, it was a full-out sprint! But the golem was moving in a speed where they could rest for a while with a jog but then they'd have to go back to running.

Then some student seemed to have thought that attacking the golem was actually a good idea. He managed to look at the student as he launched himself at the golem. Before he could actually touch the golem, Koga had already appeared in front of him and stopped his attack mid-way. Koga then grabbed the student's, Dante Vincent recalled, hair and then dragged him somewhere where they couldn't see after instructing everyone else to keep running. He could just imagine what they were doing. After all, Ms. Oni told them specifically not to piss him off. And now, he learned to fear this 'very open punishment system' of the school. It seemed that the teachers can go to extremes just to teach one student not to cross the line. And they were probably physical.

He shook his head and looked back in front of him. He would probably lag behind if he kept staring back. That didn't seem like an option. He took deep breaths again. It didn't work quite as well as before but oh well. He wasn't the most physically fit person around anyway. He wondered what would happen should he stumble and fall. He was really curious right now but he knew it wasn't an option. Not now at least.

His eyes trailed to one of the students beside him. Lazzerus was his name he thought. That person stared at him for a good 10 seconds before looking back ahead and then muttering something under his breath that Vincent couldn't hear either because of the thumping of feet on the ground, the ragged breaths of everyone else or the thumping of his heart against his ears. He decided not to inquire further. Talking would probably drain him.

Then someone dashed to the front of the group. It was Drake Sigurd. No, that wasn't right. Vincent didn't see him near the front of the groups where he was running with. He just pulled out from the back. That wasn't good. That seemed like a final outburst of power and energy and he would burn out quickly than any of them. He wanted to warn him, he truly did but he couldn't shout now. He would be a panting mess, stumbling around if he did as it would seep most of his energy. Well he just hoped that the guy wouldn't pass out from exhaustion or else someone was going to get in trouble.

Wait, if someone did pass out. Were they supposed to help or would they leave it to Koga? He'd rather not find out really.

Crescent Dagger Camp

@Blizz

How many people were you expecting? And not to rush but when are you going to post it up?

Science of Animals

Vladimir wasn't as surprised as he thought he would be once he heard two new voices. The new power's really helping him out. And he appreciated how the others answered his question without a single trace of doubt. The black haired male turned his head to the others and bowed as a sign of gratitude. When he heard something about clothes being spoken, he merely smiled. He forgot that all of them were practically naked under the hospital gown and it had an open backside too.

"I suppose we do need some clothes. After all, the new things that were added to us overshadowed the fact that we didn't have clothes... or at least, that's how it worked for me." He admitted before making his way towards the entrance from where they came from. His hands folded behind his back to hold together the clothing that shielded it.

Julia smiled at Dae. "Why would you be jealous of me? I'd say those wings look good on you." She said with a goofy grin on her face. She may not have grown in the nicest neighbourhood but that didn't mean she lied all the time. Her eyes stared at the glimmering beauty of his wings before saying words she never thought she would hear herself say ever again, "Las mariposas son hermosas..." She actually seemed out of it before shaking her head and averting her eyes. "Er, forget I said that. Nice to meet 'ya Dae!" She quickly added before seeing Vladimir entering the building prompting her to do the same.

"Time for some clothes~" She said in a singsong voice as she made her way inside. It didn't seem like she cared much about the outfit she was currently wearing. Well, she honestly didn't. For all she could care about, she could just be wearing her undergarments and she still wouldn't be embarrassed.

The two would soon see another scientist and Julia took it from there. She kindly asked for a change of clothing, preferably the one they came in with. She still remembered that she wore something to this laboratory and she just changed out of it. The scientist nodded and led them to different rooms and gave them their clothing. Vladimir changed into a button up shirt, cargo pants and combat boots. Julia wore a hoodie over a white shirt, pants and rubber shoes. They walked out of their rooms and then gave each other a nod.

They then went outside once more to wait for the others to change. Vladimir decided that when night time comes, he would go back inside to talk with the scientists should they not do that before his schedule. He needed to talk to them about his eyesight. Sure, detecting others were good and all but he wanted to actually see their faces instead of just sensing that they were there. Perhaps they would give him glasses or something.

Julia, on the other hand, didn't know what she would do. Monkeys didn't have any super special powers besides their great balance, strength in terms of arms and legs, and enhanced grip. She then looked around, maybe she could practice climbing in much more higher places. That would be pretty cool. But she decided to wait for the others.

Shattered Codes.

@Blizz@RainbowFactory

Will's body was ready to move the moment someone decided to do something. He was stunned at what Juliet was doing. There was something called going too far in this revenge but this was Juliet they're talking about here. She must really hold that yelling thing as a grudge. The blonde couldn't understand it too much but he knew the term revenge so he could probably relate to her if something awful was done to him.

His eyes were practically glued to the computer as well. All those files, some of them being in some other language he didn't know. Some of them he could recognize but couldn't translate because of the speed Juliet was scrolling through. He took one step to the computer to get a better look. Then something popped up, a file, 'Project Libra'. The moment Mason saw it was the moment he finally decided to act. Mason grabbed Juliet's arm.

Juliet doing it was one thing since she was a girl and couldn't possibly harm an older male but vice versa? Well that's a different story. "Mason, stop!" Will wanted to tackle him but that wasn't the right course of action. He grabbed hold of Mason's arm which was holding Juliet and then positioning his elbow on Mason's neck in an attempt to make him let go and should he get violent on him too, he could do something.

CLOSED.

Maximus

Maximus Santos

{"Happiness is a Choice"} -Anonymous

| Name |
Maximus Cirius Santos

| Nickname |
Max
He obtained the nickname because saying ‘Maximus’ was a mouthful for others so they shortened it to Max. He doesn’t particularly like or hate being called that. In fact, he couldn’t care less about what you call him.

| Birthday |
June 28

| Age |
16

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Asexual

| Relationship Status |
Single

| Classification |
Junior

| Social Tier |
B-List

| Role |
Writer - Works together with artists most of the time

| In Depth Appearance |
Max stands at a height of 5'5, pretty average for his race, and weighs quite averagely really. He has black hair that sometimes shimmers light brown under the sunlight and black slanted eyes which led most to believe that he is of Chinese, Korean or Japanese descent, not Filipino-American. Although slanted eyes doesn't look like a typical half-Filipino, it is entirely possible. His skin is littered with scars although most aren't visible when he has clothes on. He has a particularly large on on his back, presumed to have been gotten on that fight with the two men. He doesn't have much of a sense of fashion so he usually sticks with a range of clothing unless advised to wear another. He usually wears button-up shirts, sometimes with a sweater vest, black slacks and sneakers. He always wears a gold pendant, a gift from his sister when they were young. He sometimes wears glasses when at home and claims to be an instrument for his focus.

| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
- He has a habit of staring off into space when not being directly spoken to
- He spins his pencil in his hand whenever he’s trying to think of something related to writing
- He rubs or plays his pendant whenever he’s nervous or feel like his facade is going to break

| Likes |
- Writing
- Books
- Cartoons/Anime/Manga
- True Friendship
- Animals
- His pendant
- His sister and his mother

| Dislikes |
- Nosy people
- People trying to break his facade
- Secretly hates people who are too bossy
- Disappointment
- Being beaten up
- Vices
- His stepfather and his father

| Hobbies |
- Writing storylines
- Watching random shows on the internet (mostly anime)
- Playing videogames
- Cosplaying and selling doujins/fanworks in cons

| Secrets |
- He’s a brony, guy who watches MLP at that age and actually likes it
- He killed two people when he was young

| Fears |
- Having his facade broken down
- Losing his family [Mother and Sister (forget about the stepfather that bastard)
- His split personality

| Personality Traits |
- Loyal
- Secretive
- Has multiple fake personalities
- Generous at heart
- Lazy at times

| Personality |
Maximus has an ever-changing personality. It differs from person to person. He can be serious and happy, depending on the person’s wants. Therein lies one of his special talents, he can spot what kind of person you want to see and he’ll do it. Although he would need some observations to do that but it was a big school and he could easily pass off his spying as just simply passing by or hanging out by a random locker.

He’s also alright with being asked/ordered to do things since they’re mostly minor things like taking this to that place and picking up this and giving it to them. However, he doesn’t like being bossed around. Being ordered around too much like you’re a slave is practically something he doesn’t want to experience, ever. He had enough of that from his stepfather. He knows when it’s enough and he knows how to say no, it isn’t like he can’t make up an excuse so he can save his hide. He’s also pretty loyal to his friends. By friends, he means real friends, not those he just randomly calls his friends after being acquaintances for a while. Although getting his loyalty and full trust isn’t the easiest thing around.

His inner true character is something he isn’t even sure anymore. Who was he? What was he like before this whole acting charade? Was he happy back then? Questions fills his mind every night. He can’t even get his true self out when he’s talking with his mother or his sister. But he’s absolutely sure that he doesn’t need to be himself to get far in life. For his own sake, he hopes he’s right. However, his true character is just a simple, generous guy which he got from his mother. He doesn’t like too much of something and is content with just the small stuff as long as he gets to survive. He gives what he has to those who needs it the most. But getting that kind of character out of him would take quite an amount of effort and perseverance. He doesn’t easily break after so many years of doing it. And even if you do manage to break down the wall, you’ll have yourself an angry person. He doesn’t like being meddled with. He would break down, be paranoid and become a shut-in, or at least that’s one possible outcome.

And yet another dark persona rests within his heart. A split personality, one could say. This personality only comes out when his life is in extreme danger. It’s practically all his pent up frustrations, anger and wrath all poured out using violence to get out of a life-and-death situation. Of course, this doesn’t mean that he’ll automatically win. This part of him is reckless yet smart at the same time. It does anything to get out of the situation, even if it means killing someone. As Max grew up, he began to understand piece together this part of him. It sometimes appears in his dreams and fear has been implanted.

| Place of Origin |
Manila, Philippines

| History |
Maximus’s parents first met in the Philippines when his mother was off to make a journal report about the place. Needless to say, they fell in love, got married and soon had Maximus. She moved to the Philippines with him after arranging everything with her boss. Everything was going well. Then they had his younger sister, Julia. Maximus really loved his younger sister to bits and would spend time with her in his parents’ stead as they were too busy with their jobs to take care of the two.

Too busy indeed. When they caught wind that Max’s father was actually cheating on their mother, she decided to file a divorce. But unfortunately for her, divorce isn’t a thing in the Philippines. An annulment at best but she didn’t want that. And so she moved the family to America and then the divorce went through. His father moved away, taking Julia with him. It left Max depressed for about a week until they got in touch again.

In the span of time between Julia’s birth and his parents’ inevitable divorce, he got himself involved in a bad situation that turned worse every second ticked by. He was walking home from another friend’s house when he passed by two drunks who were just drinking away in pure bliss, laughing with each other with no care in the world. When Max passed by, they turned to him, grins on their faces. He knew these two, good friends of his father and they practically hated him for some reason. He never knew what. They started coming after him with broken bottles as their weapon and he ran, towards the place where they drank. He took a bottle for himself for safekeeping and then bolted out of there. But he was far too young to outrun two fully grown men even if they were drunk. And back then, he wasn’t exactly the most athletic person around. At some point, he was cornered and blacked out. When he woke up, he had blood on him and two dead men were lying in front of him. He wasn’t sure what had happened and he wasn’t jailed for it as it ruled as self-defense. He is afraid to know what had transpired at that moment.

He managed to fit in well in his new school. It was extremely different from where he came from though. The bullying reached physically and he was used to only vocal bullying. He hadn’t become a target though and he managed to keep it that way by changing masks every time he talked with someone. He became an instant favorite with the teachers and got good grades, all the while maintaining a terribly unstable social life that he managed to keep up until he graduated from that school.

Family life in that timespan was quite stable though. His mother had more time for him and he was in touch with his sister the whole time. However, Max’s mother remarried with another guy. A drunkard. But he was a rich drunkard who could get them anything he wanted if you stay in his good side. But there are times where he would go home, drunk and angry and would seek out his mother to beat. Max always covers her up and takes the beating, has scars to prove it too. He then learned to act around him so he would ease up, calm down and be happy but this took away his individuality, not that he minded. He had also gotten his love for writing. His tragic present is perfect for stories and such and he became famous in internet only.

Max soon enrolled into St. Mary’s Academy. It is a prestigious school where his stepfather went to school in. He claimed that it would be perfect for him and he’ll grow up to be an excellent person. He expressed his love for writing and the stepfather thankfully approved and so did his mother but then again she didn’t have much power in the household anymore.

Just like in his old school and with his stepfather, he entered the Academy with a smile and a fake personality. It took a while to get used to the prim and proper exterior but inside, it was just the same as his old school. A ranking, the bullies, the bullied and then the royals. Max hanged back for the starting days, making little conversation with others with the same dream profession and soon gotten himself acquainted with those who wanted to make books and picture books.

He survived his freshman and sophomore years with ease. Sticking with his writer-artist group and then making sure that none of the royals were too displeased with him really did the trick. The ‘others’, so they have been called, were also cool with him. Not too angry at him. Some have approached him every now and then and he always answers them with a smile as opposed to the high and mighty royals where he looks pretty much humbled.

| Miscellaneous |
Unfortunately, I don’t watch tv often anymore. Right now, it would probably be the news

CLOSED.

@Bourgeoisie

I bet they will.

@sakurasan

It's weird then dark, just the way I like most things.

CLOSED.

Maximus

Maximus Santos

{"Happiness is a Choice"} -Anonymous

| Name |
Maximus Cirius Santos

| Nickname |
Max
He obtained the nickname because saying ‘Maximus’ was a mouthful for others so they shortened it to Max. He doesn’t particularly like or hate being called that. In fact, he couldn’t care less about what you call him.

| Birthday |
June 28

| Age |
16

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Asexual

| Relationship Status |
Single

| Classification |
Junior

| Social Tier |
B-List

| Role |
Writer - Works together with artists most of the time

| In Depth Appearance |
Max stands at a height of 5'5, pretty average for his race, and weighs quite averagely really. He has black hair that sometimes shimmers light brown under the sunlight and black slanted eyes which led most to believe that he is of Chinese, Korean or Japanese descent, not Filipino-American. Although slanted eyes doesn't look like a typical half-Filipino, it is entirely possible. His skin is littered with scars although most aren't visible when he has clothes on. He has a particularly large on on his back, presumed to have been gotten on that fight with the two men. He doesn't have much of a sense of fashion so he usually sticks with a range of clothing unless advised to wear another. He usually wears button-up shirts, sometimes with a sweater vest, black slacks and sneakers. He always wears a gold pendant, a gift from his sister when they were young. He sometimes wears glasses when at home and claims to be an instrument for his focus.

| Quirks | Habits | Oddities |
- He has a habit of staring off into space when not being directly spoken to
- He spins his pencil in his hand whenever he’s trying to think of something related to writing
- He rubs or plays his pendant whenever he’s nervous or feel like his facade is going to break

| Likes |
- Writing
- Books
- Cartoons/Anime/Manga
- True Friendship
- Animals
- His pendant
- His sister and his mother

| Dislikes |
- Nosy people
- People trying to break his facade
- Secretly hates people who are too bossy
- Disappointment
- Being beaten up
- Vices
- His stepfather and his father

| Hobbies |
- Writing storylines
- Watching random shows on the internet (mostly anime)
- Playing videogames

| Secrets |
- He’s a brony, guy who watches MLP at that age and actually likes it
- He killed two people when he was young

| Fears |
- Having his facade broken down
- Losing his family [Mother and Sister (forget about the stepfather that bastard)
- His split personality

| Personality Traits |
- Loyal
- Secretive
- Has multiple fake personalities
- Generous at heart
- Lazy at times

| Personality |
Maximus has an ever-changing personality. It differs from person to person. He can be serious and happy, depending on the person’s wants. Therein lies one of his special talents, he can spot what kind of person you want to see and he’ll do it. Although he would need some observations to do that but it was a big school and he could easily pass off his spying as just simply passing by or hanging out by a random locker.

He’s also alright with being asked/ordered to do things since they’re mostly minor things like taking this to that place and picking up this and giving it to them. However, he doesn’t like being bossed around. Being ordered around too much like you’re a slave is practically something he doesn’t want to experience, ever. He had enough of that from his stepfather. He knows when it’s enough and he knows how to say no, it isn’t like he can’t make up an excuse so he can save his hide. He’s also pretty loyal to his friends. By friends, he means real friends, not those he just randomly calls his friends after being acquaintances for a while. Although getting his loyalty and full trust isn’t the easiest thing around.

His inner true character is something he isn’t even sure anymore. Who was he? What was he like before this whole acting charade? Was he happy back then? Questions fills his mind every night. He can’t even get his true self out when he’s talking with his mother or his sister. But he’s absolutely sure that he doesn’t need to be himself to get far in life. For his own sake, he hopes he’s right. However, his true character is just a simple, generous guy which he got from his mother. He doesn’t like too much of something and is content with just the small stuff as long as he gets to survive. He gives what he has to those who needs it the most. But getting that kind of character out of him would take quite an amount of effort and perseverance. He doesn’t easily break after so many years of doing it. And even if you do manage to break down the wall, you’ll have yourself an angry person. He doesn’t like being meddled with. He would break down, be paranoid and become a shut-in, or at least that’s one possible outcome.

And yet another dark persona rests within his heart. A split personality, one could say. This personality only comes out when his life is in extreme danger. It’s practically all his pent up frustrations, anger and wrath all poured out using violence to get out of a life-and-death situation. Of course, this doesn’t mean that he’ll automatically win. This part of him is reckless yet smart at the same time. It does anything to get out of the situation, even if it means killing someone. As Max grew up, he began to understand piece together this part of him. It sometimes appears in his dreams and fear has been implanted.

| Place of Origin |
Manila, Philippines

| History |
Maximus’s parents first met in the Philippines when his mother was off to make a journal report about the place. Needless to say, they fell in love, got married and soon had Maximus. She moved to the Philippines with him after arranging everything with her boss. Everything was going well. Then they had his younger sister, Julia. Maximus really loved his younger sister to bits and would spend time with her in his parents’ stead as they were too busy with their jobs to take care of the two.

Too busy indeed. When they caught wind that Max’s father was actually cheating on their mother, she decided to file a divorce. But unfortunately for her, divorce isn’t a thing in the Philippines. An annulment at best but she didn’t want that. And so she moved the family to America and then the divorce went through. His father moved away, taking Julia with him. It left Max depressed for about a week until they got in touch again.

In the span of time between Julia’s birth and his parents’ inevitable divorce, he got himself involved in a bad situation that turned worse every second ticked by. He was walking home from another friend’s house when he passed by two drunks who were just drinking away in pure bliss, laughing with each other with no care in the world. When Max passed by, they turned to him, grins on their faces. He knew these two, good friends of his father and they practically hated him for some reason. He never knew what. They started coming after him with broken bottles as their weapon and he ran, towards the place where they drank. He took a bottle for himself for safekeeping and then bolted out of there. But he was far too young to outrun two fully grown men even if they were drunk. And back then, he wasn’t exactly the most athletic person around. At some point, he was cornered and blacked out. When he woke up, he had blood on him and two dead men were lying in front of him. He wasn’t sure what had happened and he wasn’t jailed for it as it ruled as self-defense. He is afraid to know what had transpired at that moment.

He managed to fit in well in his new school. It was extremely different from where he came from though. The bullying reached physically and he was used to only vocal bullying. He hadn’t become a target though and he managed to keep it that way by changing masks every time he talked with someone. He became an instant favorite with the teachers and got good grades, all the while maintaining a terribly unstable social life that he managed to keep up until he graduated from that school.

Family life in that timespan was quite stable though. His mother had more time for him and he was in touch with his sister the whole time. However, Max’s mother remarried with another guy. A drunkard. But he was a rich drunkard who could get them anything he wanted if you stay in his good side. But there are times where he would go home, drunk and angry and would seek out his mother to beat. Max always covers her up and takes the beating, has scars to prove it too. He then learned to act around him so he would ease up, calm down and be happy but this took away his individuality, not that he minded. He had also gotten his love for writing. His tragic present is perfect for stories and such and he became famous in internet only.

Max soon enrolled into St. Mary’s Academy. It is a prestigious school where his stepfather went to school in. He claimed that it would be perfect for him and he’ll grow up to be an excellent person. He expressed his love for writing and the stepfather thankfully approved and so did his mother but then again she didn’t have much power in the household anymore.

Just like in his old school and with his stepfather, he entered the Academy with a smile and a fake personality. It took a while to get used to the prim and proper exterior but inside, it was just the same as his old school. A ranking, the bullies, the bullied and then the royals. Max hanged back for the starting days, making little conversation with others with the same dream profession and soon gotten himself acquainted with those who wanted to make books and picture books.

He survived his freshman and sophomore years with ease. Sticking with his writer-artist group and then making sure that none of the royals were too displeased with him really did the trick. The ‘others’, so they have been called, were also cool with him. Not too angry at him. Some have approached him every now and then and he always answers them with a smile as opposed to the high and mighty royals where he looks pretty much humbled.

| Miscellaneous |
Unfortunately, I don’t watch tv often anymore. Right now, it would probably be the news

@HushedWhispers