QueenNugget

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Sitting back down, Ashley focused her attention back to the Headmaster as she finished her speech. She was disappointed that she didn't get to speak with Lalisa any further, maybe even ask her to join Sister's United. She sighed through her nose and shrugged her shoulders. She turned and glanced at the guy named "Fillan", regretting her decision to not punch him in the face, but then looked to the person next to him, an intimidatingly tall guy she didn't like the look of. Maybe she could punch him too, later, to make up for her mistake.

Just then, a loud ringing sound rung out throughout the cavernous area. She jumped up to attention, looking around in alarm. Becoming irritated from standing and sitting repetitively she witnessed as the lights dimmed and slime-like substances started to pour in, quickly trying to surround them. She noticed as the slime substances took forms of various animals and humans. The other children around the darkened room took up fighting stances, pulling out weapons, preparing to fight the nasty creatures. Ashley quickly snuffed out her surprise and alarm and looked around the area for any sort of weapon to defend herself with. Not finding anything of use, she slammed her foot down onto the seat, splitting the wood in half. She then proceeded to pull off a large piece of wood, using it for some kind of makeshift dagger.

Feeling a sense of pride for women, she ran swiftly into the heat of battle, where most of the slime creatures were at. There were many senior warriors in this area, protecting the weaker students. Deciding that she didn't need to be saved, she darted at one of the creatures, holding her "dagger" at mid height. It sensed her coming, turning around, but it was too late for it. Ashley slammed the stick into the creature's neck, and then kicked it off as it tried to grasp onto her. She was yet again alarmed by how similar these slime-substances looked to actual humans and other animals. She frowned, not liking about how little she knew about these monsters.

Not wanting to be one-uped by any of the guys, even the senior warriors, she did this various times, soon becoming exhausted and fatigued. She huffed, her heart racing and her muscles becoming tired and sore. Ashley furrowed her eyebrows, refusing to stop, she pushed herself back into the middle of the battle. She tried continuing to fight but her body said otherwise. Ashley soon found herself surrounded in battle by multiple enemies, exhausted and tired, she gripped her makeshift dagger prepared to defend herself.

Xmen: Mutant Liberation Army

Hider

Pressing himself against the bare wall, boredom had overcome Sammie long ago. He flopped his arms down by his side and sighed dramatically, leaning his head back and scooting further and further down the gray-ish, white-ish wall that created a room that had been his home and his confinement for around two years. Although it had not been long, he missed the feeling of putting pen to paper, the sound of the ball point scratching across the surface of the pages, his neat handwriting filling up the blank space between the lines, the smell of fresh ink as it escaped from the cartridge of pen. Oh, how he missed that.

He often found himself dreaming of another reality where he could be sitting at home, pen and paper in hand, a coffee in the other, sitting beside a warm fire as he attained message after message of publishers hoping to get their hands on his work. Staring blankly at the wall that seemed to stare right back at him but with much more ferocity, he heard loud booming sounds and what he presumed were explosions near him. Becoming frightened but also excited, Sammie jumped up and ran to the far end of the room, cautiously waiting as the thunderous booms approached rapidly. He witnessed guards rushing past his confinement box from a small window that sat right above where Sam could see, his head struggling to peer through it as he craned his neck. Right as the guards past him room, one of the explosions went off right in front of his door, blasting through the metal and the dingy white walls that held him. He instinctively threw himself to the ground, curling into a tight ball, hoping not to be hit by any flying debris. His heart pounded as the smoke cleared and he waved his hand in front of his face, coughing. At least, that's what he thought he was doing, he couldn't currently hear from the ringing that filled his ears.

Once he could see and hear again, Sam noticed a mysterious person stride past. Deciding that person was probably the one who caused the blasts, he walked on the outside of the room, trying not to be noticed by the person. Once he slowly exited the room he was supposed to be in for many more years, he looked around the hallway, just to be sure the coast was clear from any guards that might be still willing to attack. He drifted further down the hallway, not sure on what to do, his mind racing from all the thoughts of panic. While his thoughts were clouded, he didn't realize he was following the person until they were pretty far. Coming back to his senses, his first thought was to flee, but then he realized that his story could make for a great one. He gasped, but quickly covered his mouth which was now pulled into a smile, for he didn't want to be discovered.

Hiding behind the corner, he stumbled over a guard's unconscious body that lay still on the cold ground. He was about to pass the body when his eyes were drawn to a small notebook attached to the guard. My notebook! How convenient! He exclaimed to himself as he bent down and grabbed it. His pen also was with the notebook/journal and he quietly squealed to himself as a rush of relief and an electrified feeling washed over him. Sammie tucked them under his arm and stood, trying to decide what to do. On one hand, if I go back to my room, I probably won't get sentenced further. But. If I continue to follow the mystery man or woman, it could make for much more interesting story that just going back to the first option. Hmm, choices, choices. He thought to himself, but he already knew the answer. Anything that with the best story was the better option. Always.

Staying at a distance, he followed the person, trying to stay quiet, occasionally stopping to write down notes. He soon seen that another person was coming into view, but he didn't want to get too close, just in case, but the suspense was slowly killing him as he kept himself back. He scribbled down descriptions of both the people as the mystery dude began talking to the other person.

Xmen: Mutant Liberation Army

Sam Smith

Name: Sammie (Sam) Smith

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship: Single

Alignment: Neutral Good

Abilities: Telepathy- Sam is able to communicate with others through forms of writing.
Reality Warping/Animation- He is also able to make creations out of nothing from also writing it down

Weaknesses: -Although Sam has great writing abilities, he isn't good with pressure and that minimizes his imagination to create things.
-He is't able to help or hurt himself in any way and can only make outside forces
-He lacks physical strength

Strengths: -He is able to control anything he makes, without it getting out of hand
-He can also communicate with anyone he focuses on through his writing


Appearance: Sammie has short, fluffy, light brown hair that is extremely messy and is styled into into thick spikes, along with his bangs. He has pale skin that looks as if it has never seen the light of day and wide, purple eyes. He wears contacts which is why his eyes are purple but he also wears thick framed, black, very large and circular glasses. He likes to think that wearing both contacts and glasses can help him see in the dark. He is very short, only at a whopping 4'8, which makes him very small compared to others, but he is average in body size.
For clothing, Sam usually wears a grey beanie and a jean jacket that has way too many pockets for no reason. He also wears a bright yellow scarf that has white, different sized polka dots scattered across it. He also wears a pair of brown cargo shorts and slipper-like shoes with white ankle socks. He carries around a dark green journal and a fancy black pen with him at all times. He carries them in a secret pouch inside of his jean jacket

Personality: Sammie is a usually talkative and outgoing person and it can sometimes be said that he is a bit hyperactive. He enjoys being around people, but for mainly one specific reason. As an inspiring journalist, Sam loves to take notes about almost anything he sees or hears, whether that be a rumor or a fact, he'll write it down. Most times, he'll be attracted to a crowd, hoping for a good story he can publish. He sometimes gets paranoid that other journalists or reporters are around, trying to get the scoop out of him, so sometimes Sam will pause mid sentence and look around before continuing. He has excellent creative writing abilities and he enjoys writing short stories of other people and will read aloud his writing very dramatically. He hopes that one day, his writing will be noticed by a professional company or editor and his career will take a great turn. But for now, he waits.

Weapon(s): His journal and his pen can technically be weapons

Backstory: After his dad left him at a young age, Sammie began collecting bits and pieces of information from others. He wasn't close to his mom at all and he wasn't able to tell her how he felt about things, so that distanced him from her even more. His mom tried to connect with him sometimes, but Sam would get very quiet and give her one word answers like "yes" or "no". With the information he would gather from others, he would make up stories and act them out with the other kids at his school. Not growing up with his dad made him very lonely and isolated and he often blamed his mistakes on his mom, always bringing up how his dad left because he believed she wasn't good enough.
One afternoon, when he was eight, he noticed that there were reporters hanging around a crime scene that had just taken place. Sammie tried to weave his way through the crowd, but one of the reporters stopped him claiming that he was too young. The reporter and Sam ended up talking together and Sam was giving his first journal notebook. Coming straight home, he began his work as a journalist, inspired by the reporter. He started writing his thoughts and feelings out in it. His mom was very confused as to why she heard her son's voice in her head very clearly. They both later discovered as to how Sam could talk to others through writing and also create things out of nowhere.
As he got older, his powers grew and so did his mind. He started "studying" people, wanting to jump start his career. He soon began writing paper after paper of these people and he published them. They got many responses, but not good ones. He had exposed many powerful companies, whom of which were not pleased to see this fourteen year old boy snooping around in their business. Although he had exposed them for cheating people and other bad stuff, charges were pressed against him and he was filed as dangerous for his talents, arresting for "hacking" and "exposure". He was very confused, as he thought he was helping the public, not hurting it.

Other: He is the type of person you'd meet at a coffee shop

Xmen: Mutant Liberation Army

@TheUnknowable

Yep, pretty much

Xmen: Mutant Liberation Army

Sam Smith

Name: Sammie (Sam) Smith

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship: Single

Alignment: Neutral Good

Abilities: Telepathy- Sam is able to communicate with others through forms of writing.
Reality Warping/Animation- He is also able to make creations out of nothing from also writing it down

Weaknesses: -Although Sam has great writing abilities, he isn't good with pressure and that minimizes his imagination to create things.
-He is't able to help or hurt himself in any way and can only make outside forces
-He lacks physical strength

Strengths: -He is able to control anything he makes, without it getting out of hand
-He can also communicate with anyone he focuses on through his writing


Appearance: Sammie has short, fluffy, light brown hair that is extremely messy and is styled into into thick spikes, along with his bangs. He has pale skin that looks as if it has never seen the light of day and wide, purple eyes. He wears contacts which is why his eyes are purple but he also wears thick framed, black, very large and circular glasses. He likes to think that wearing both contacts and glasses can help him see in the dark. He is very short, only at a whopping 4'8, which makes him very small compared to others, but he is average in body size.
For clothing, Sam usually wears a grey beanie and a jean jacket that has way too many pockets for no reason. He also wears a bright yellow scarf that has white, different sized polka dots scattered across it. He also wears a pair of brown cargo shorts and slipper-like shoes with white ankle socks. He carries around a dark green journal and a fancy black pen with him at all times. He carries them in a secret pouch inside of his jean jacket

Personality: Sammie is a usually talkative and outgoing person and it can sometimes be said that he is a bit hyperactive. He enjoys being around people, but for mainly one specific reason. As an inspiring journalist, Sam loves to take notes about almost anything he sees or hears, whether that be a rumor or a fact, he'll write it down. Most times, he'll be attracted to a crowd, hoping for a good story he can publish. He sometimes gets paranoid that other journalists or reporters are around, trying to get the scoop out of him, so sometimes Sam will pause mid sentence and look around before continuing. He has excellent creative writing abilities and he enjoys writing short stories of other people and will read aloud his writing very dramatically. He hopes that one day, his writing will be noticed by a professional company or editor and his career will take a great turn. But for now, he waits.

Weapon(s): His journal and his pen can technically be weapons

Backstory: After his dad left him at a young age, Sammie began collecting bits and pieces of information from others. He wasn't close to his mom at all and he wasn't able to tell her how he felt about things, so that distanced him from her even more. His mom tried to connect with him sometimes, but Sam would get very quiet and give her one word answers like "yes" or "no". With the information he would gather from others, he would make up stories and act them out with the other kids at his school. Not growing up with his dad made him very lonely and isolated and he often blamed his mistakes on his mom, always bringing up how his dad left because he believed she wasn't good enough.
One afternoon, when he was eight, he noticed that there were reporters hanging around a crime scene that had just taken place. Sammie tried to weave his way through the crowd, but one of the reporters stopped him claiming that he was too young. The reporter and Sam ended up talking together and Sam was giving his first journal notebook. Coming straight home, he began his work as a journalist, inspired by the reporter. He started writing his thoughts and feelings out in it. His mom was very confused as to why she heard her son's voice in her head very clearly. They both later discovered as to how Sam could talk to others through writing and also create things out of nowhere.
As he got older, his powers grew and so did his mind. He started "studying" people, wanting to jump start his career. He soon began writing paper after paper of these people and he published them. They got many responses, but not good ones. He had exposed many powerful companies, whom of which were not pleased to see this fourteen year old boy snooping around in their business. Although he had exposed them for cheating people and other bad stuff, charges were pressed against him and he was filed as dangerous for his talents, arresting for "hacking" and "exposure". He was very confused, as he thought he was helping the public, not hurting it.

Other: He is the type of person you'd meet at a coffee shop

Xmen: Mutant Liberation Army

@TheUnknowable

Are you still accepting forms?

Living the Supernatural Life

Meredith

Name: Meredith Odile

Nickname: None

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Powers/skills: She has the ability to use any gun or weapon without trouble and she can use it skillfully. For skills, she can play the violin and piano, along with cooking (If she's up for it).

Species: Human

Weakness(es): Pretty much anything that can't be hurt by bullets or a normal weapon is a weakness to Meredith.

Crush: None

Relationship: Single (Straight)

Appearance(s): She is pale in skin tone, and has long mint-green colored hair that is pulled up into two pigtails on either side of her head. She has choppy bangs that curve and reach the top of her eyes. She has serious dark green eyes and always has a look of annoyance on her face. She is short, only around 5'0. Her daily outfit is always an expensive dress with boots that reach halfway up her calf. She wears lots of jewelry, including a pearl necklace, a choker made of diamonds and many expensive bracelets. She wears three gold rings on her left hand, each on her index finger. Her dresses are usually knee-long and frilly, consisting of pastel colors. Her nails are painted mint-green like her hair. She hides a pistol under her dress and a knife in her boot.

Personality: Even though she is extremely rich and could have a lot of friends, it's her attitude that drives people away. She prefers to stay away from people because she doesn't really enjoy company. If someone were to approach her, she would drive them off with snarky comments. She could be nice to people, but she likes who she is. She also happens to be a gang leader, so being cautious and cunning is partially why she stays away from other people. She chooses not to tell people about being a gang leader for obvious reasons. She has sharp gunman skills and will not hesitate to pull out her gun if you annoy her too much. She also has a heavy french accent and often speaks French if her nerves are shot.
It's difficult for her to make friends, especially if they don't come from the same background as her. She also dislikes ignorant or naive people and she will show it. She often tries to take the role of "leader".

History: Becoming gang leader at age 8, due to her father and older sister passing away was when she starting becoming more distant and cold. She never really cared for her mother, sending her away as soon as possible (because she's a gang leader and she can do that). She lived alone in her mansion with her closest friend, Bailee, who took custody of Meredith. Throughout her life, she was home-schooled and was taught in the art of war, since she had a knack for using weapons efficiently.

Other: Nope

Last rule: Have fun

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Ashley sat down in her seat, her hands in her pockets. She was still a bit irritated from that guy, Mikale, or whatever his name was, she didn't care. She sighed through her nose and closed her eyes when she noticed Lalisa had walked over to another boy and had offered him a cookie too. She thought about running over there and tossing that one too, but she knew better of it, it would just start chaos and she didn't want to deal with that right now. Plus, it would result in a lack of trust from Lalisa and that wouldn't be good for her overall plan. It was surprising how just a cookie could determine her future.
Soon enough, Ashley began constructing a plan on how to build SU(Sisters United) back up again, especially in a school full of magic users. It was different than her old school, where a large amount of kids didn't have powers, as she did. She thought about starting up a few clubs, if they weren't already created and then becoming leader of those groups. Ashley wondered whether archery or volleyball was a club/sport here. Probably. If they were, she'd have to join them. She frowned when the idea popped up in her head that she would actually have to be nice to the guys here in order to win everyone else's trust. She took a very deep breath, but decided she would go with it until the very end, in which she would kill them. At that, she smirked.
While thinking about this, some person had decided to start talking to her. She made the slightest jump, not noticing that the person had come up to her, but she refused to acknowledge that she did. She opened her eyes and immediately stood up, realizing it was a guy. She was just about to punch him when the thoughts about her plan came up again. Right. Said said to herself. Through clenched teeth, she answered him.
"I'm fine. I'm...Ashley," she forced herself to say.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Ashley scoffed. "Oh, so now you believe you can order me around? Well, think again because I'm not so easily tricked," she stood her ground, eyeing him. "You must have a lot of confidence in yourself to challenge me, but I'm not listening to you anymore, so goodbye," although staying where she was, refusing to move. She was extremely tempted to accept his offer, but she was smarter than that. She wanted to say, "Nice try, though," but she would never give a compliment to someone like him, or any guy in fact.

Highschoolers, Fight on!

Ashley whipped her head around, infuriated that a guy would dare approach her and rudely interrupt her conversation. She balled her fists and lifted her chin, making eye contact.
"How dare you!" Ashley began raising her voice. "I don't know who you think you are, but you'd better back up quick! It's was quite obvious that I was in a conversation, a conversation that didn't include you," She harshly poked him in the chest, her eyes narrowed as she stared him down. "It's quite sad that you didn't realize that," she said, turning back to Lalisa. "And yes, all guys are lesser to us, they're just the dirt we walk on. If you need an example-" Ashley began pointing around the room, at every male person, including the one she was talking to. She also pointed to to guys which one of them had his arm over the other. "See? They pretend to care for each other, only to betray them in the end," she then grabbed the cookie out of Lalisa's hand and threw it across the room. "And no, he doesn't get that cookie," she crossed her arms, still furious.