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1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

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it has been updated with greater detail.

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

@DeadDrop

hmm point taken ill update it later tonight

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

If its truly that much of a problem i can change it

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

well he doesn't know he has it and doesn't know what it means all he knows is certain people make him feel weird or uncomfortable with strange feelings regarding the person when he touches them. im not having him start out with, "o you can control fire" more like, "Your warm" even if they are not. he cant just rub up against them either it has to be like a hand shake skin to skin contact that sort of thing, and even then he just brushes it off as weird. and regarding feeling those around him, to him i guess it would feel like someones watching him but worse. all in all he knows he can heal people and has been doing it for about a year now, he doesn't know he can sense others as far as hes concerned hes the only one that has ability's. hell pick up more on it later

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Liam Stromberg

_{"I'll burn that bridge when I get to it."}

_{Personal Information}

Name: Liam Stromberg
Age: 15
Grade: Tenth
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight

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_{Superhuman Profile}

Ability Classification: Manipulation

Ability Name:
Healing Touch

Ability Overview:
Healing Touch: as long as Liam has skin to skin contact of the person or area effected of a living being, he can heal most wounds at a basic level and is slowly getting better at healing more complicated injuries. the boy can also heal himself just not as well as others.

Limitations:
Healing Touch: Currently he can only accelerate the natural healing processes for himself and of the person he is touching, he has to maintain concentration and contact via touch in some way to the person he is healing. when overused he becomes nauseas and light headed with the chance of passing out or being lethargic for a few hours. depending on the severity of the injury, his hands will emit light from a subtle glow to a bright light.

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_{Appearance Information}

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 225 Lbs.

Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Blonde

Physical Features:

Liam is a tall strong young man, he has an athletic build from his father’s constant drills and fighting practices he put him through and that he does every morning. He has acne across his upper back and the back of his neck. His skin is tanned from the elbows down to his hands and from his neck up. He has several scars on his arms and legs and sports a beard thats rather lush for his age.

Clothing:

Normally Liam can be seen wearing slightly baggy darker colored pants with a white t-shirt and a red and black flannel jacket

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_{Psychological Information}

Personality Traits:

x | x | x | x | x

Liam is a quiet fellow who keeps to himself on most days. He prefers to be observant of his surroundings to try and pick up on the subtle details of others. The boy does come off as awkward at times mostly because he doesn’t pick up on most social cues. Because of this and other reasons he is rather blunt but tries to think through most of the things he talks about. He does have a compulsion to help others when they are in need and it does take a considerable amount of will power to not do so, normally not doing anything does bother him it doesn’t matter whether he likes the person or not.

Likes:

x | x | x

- Helping others
- Learning about new medical techniques
- Warm food
- New kinds of food
- Candy

Dislikes:

x | x | x

- Seeing others in distress
- The war
- Needless violence
- Being aggressive
- Politics

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_History

Hometown:

Greenville, Illinois

Occupation:

He helps out at the hospital part time with his mother. Mostly janitorial work, doesn’t have a set schedule just works when he can.

Clubs:

He is part of a small medical club that helps out during sporting events and around the school.

Backstory:

Liam was born in Greenville on the 22nd of November, his parents had moved to the area 3 years prior to this. Both of his parents immigrated to the United States from Sweden to try and escape the European conflicts. Both parents worked in the same Greenville hospital, his father is a surgeon and his mother a nurse. His home life is rather quiet as his father had been drafted to work in Vietnam while his mother stayed and worked long graveyard hours at the hospital. Occasionally Liam will go and help out his mother at the hospital, normally on the weekend or during school breaks. He doesn’t have many friends and tries his best to keep the few friends he has close.

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_{Relationships}

Stoic Stromberg – Family

His father and fighting trainer.

Olivia Stromberg – Family

His mother and medical trainer.

Mr. Jones – Neutral

The old man’s going through a hard time, can’t blame him for being a bit irritable.

Nick Kostashe – Neutral / Dislikes

Can’t say much about Nick. Us two don’t mix well sure but we just stay out of each other’s way most days.

Sage James Breckenridge - Likes

For one of the older boys Sage is rather nice and has introduced him to some good music for the year that he has known him.

I do hope the picture is okay, I normally have trouble finding the right realistic one.

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Halo: Acceptable Losses

Sargent Victor Romanov

// Location: Cryogenics bay >> Armory >> Hangar Bay //

The thaw was always a pain in the ass for him, most of his discomfort was either caused by dry itchy skin or the texture of that lime flavored mucus he was nearly forced to ingest. At least the Cryo bay was as cold and as crisp as the metal walk ways would allow, the sensation did wake him up a bit. The man looked around, most of the lower ranking members were only just beginning their wake up cycle. He had gotten permission earlier to have an early wakeup call only by a half hour, so he was waking up with the officers.

Romanov made his way at a brisk pace past the other pods and towards the ready room, saluting the odd officer as they walked past. He made it to his locker in a few minutes Pressing his finger against the lock and waiting for it to come open. The first two things he got on where his briefs and his socks. He never wore anything during Cryo some insisted wearing underwear at least, but he never wanted to risk those blisters again, or freezer burn as some called it.

It had only taken him a few more minutes to get dressed, he did take a long look at the picture taped to the locker door. An old photo of one of the times he visited home on leave, it was a picture of him and his sister. The locker room was beginning to fill with some others while Victor secured the protective armor plating on his uniform, it was heavy, but he liked it made him feel like one of the knights of old earth. Stepping out of the Ready room and down toward the armory the man glanced about the others who were walking past, New and old blood alike some had weary faces while others were more excited. Most knew what was coming, what the next step was, either way this was either going to be the biggest success of the UNSC and even humanity for that matter or the biggest farce.

He waited for a moment in line the other officers wanted to get their gear out first before the hoard of foot soldiers finished their wake up cycle. One by one the others grabbed their gear and left until it was finally his turn. The Armorer just looked at him as Victor put his hand up to a scanner and spoke his serial number so that the pad could pick it up. “Sargent Victor Romanov SN: 25486-15S58K-15864” the other man checked his side of the screen and nodded before taking a cart through some isles, in a few minutes the man returned with Victors Custom M739 SAW. He calls it custom but really it just has a flat black paint job and not the nickel finish like the base ones. He was also given M6G pistol, ammo for both of his weapons, a combat knife, two smoke grenades, and two frag grenades.

Walking back towards the hangar bay the marine stopped by the mess hall briefly, they didn’t have full meals prepared but did have a snack bar set up. A few others were picking through what was there as well, he didn’t stick around long only long enough to pick up a few flavorless nutrition bars and chocolate flavored protein bars. He stuck a few of the protein bars in his pack and ate the nutrition bars on the way to the hangar bay. He had a half hour to kill before the briefing, and he figured he would do it where he was comfortable, the belly of a pelican.

There were a few pelicans nearby with most of the others on higher decks or still locked up, he found a seat on the ramp of one while the pilot and copilot were going through their pre-flight checks. Neither seemed to mind the tall marine, this was after all his favorite spot to sit and relax. It wasn’t all that comfortable, he was out of the way and could see those who were entering and sitting down in the briefing room. Yet for him, this was the spot he would go and sit at while he was still with the Epsilon Eridani Fleet, just one of his old habits. While he sat and waited he pulled out a small square device from his pack, the device was a music player all one had to do was hold a button and say the name of a song and it would play. It wasn’t very loud but it did contain his entire library of old earth songs he has found, so as he ate the last nutrition bar he spoke to the box and it began to play, Zach Hemsley - Into the valley

The two going through their flight checks only stopped for a moment to look back at him, muttered a few words between each other, and continued with their work. Honestly he didn’t care what others thought as long as he didn’t play any that were blacklisted for whatever reason he’s never been bothered about it by any officers. Somehow he was able to kill all but 15 minutes of down time before the mission briefing and hadn’t taken all that much notice to the others who came in to the hangar bay. He figured he should find his place before he is unable to walk through the crowd. He found his place designated by the small signs on the chairs and found that one of his squad mates was already sitting down in the chair, Victor noticed the rank on the marines shoulder causing him to impulsively glance at his. Still, the man walked down to his seat a few chairs off from the other man and glanced over at him, “Sledgehammer?” He inquired while turning his music off and adjusting himself in his seat.

☽ Remedy, a Summer Camp for “Wayward Juveniles” ☾

O yeah schools starting again. Some schools around here are delayed due to fire danger. Look up chetco bar fire in oregon its already at like 110,000 acres

1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

Far out man im interested

Halo: Acceptable Losses

Victor Romanov

/// Query: Request Access to View Document: Granted // Victor Romanov // SN: 25486-15S58K-15864 //

/// Query: Name: Victor Romanov //

/// Query: Age: 27 // November 25th //

/// Query: Gender: Male //

/// Query: Home world: Reach // New Alexandria //

/// Query: Rank: Sergeant //

/// Query: Squad Role: 3rd Marine Expeditionary Force // 9th Division // 503rd Regiment // 3rd Battalion // Baker Company // 1st Platoon // Combat Team Romeo // Whiskey Squad // Second in command //

/// Query: Military Involvement: 9 years in the UNSC // Romanov was assigned to the Epsilon Eridani Fleet and His squad was tasked to a medium-sized Patrol Cutter the “Green Macaw” assigned to search civilian ships for suspected smuggling of contraband or insurrectionists for 4 years. // Romanov then requested to be transferred to the 3rd marine expeditionary force where he has been for the last 5 years. // Has had minor missions dealing with Covenant forces, most missions are hit-and-run and involve retrieving tech and weapons from small covenant encampments. //

/// Query: Background: Victor grew up in the upper class of New Alexandria, his parents were prominent business people with high government connections and were more than occasionally threatened by insurrectionists. These things come with the territory when you make weapons and tanks for the UNSC. Victor didn’t spend too much time in the city for those reasons, his favorite place to go was his uncles. His uncle owned a farm in a remote place on the planet, Victor would spend days working with the animals and tending farm land, exploring the land around the farm while being careful not to get caught by the harsh storms or the large predators of the reach. Not something one would expect from a rich kid, yet he enjoyed the thrill of adventure.

When he turned 18 he joined the UNSC, his parents protested, but they were part of the reason he joined up in the first place. He made it through boot camp just fine but was a bit disappointed to find out he was being assigned to a patrol cutter with the Epsilon Eridani Fleet. He did have a sinking feeling his parents may have pulled some strings to keep him close to home. Still, he was never far from combat, his cutter was one of 5 in a squadron tasked to searching suspicious civilian transports for contraband. His squadron was occasionally supported by a destroyer and saw many fire fights on board the ships they were searching.

He learned quickly who to make friends with and who not to, not that he wouldn’t be friendly just some of them were more prone to being hurt or killed when on mission. This scrapping with the insurrectionists continued for some time even earning him and his squad the attention of some ONI personnel when they found rather interesting contraband or weapons, sometimes Intel. Honestly he didn’t mind working with ONI agents or “spooks” as some others marines described them. As long as you didn’t lie or ask too many questions they seemed to be an OK bunch to him.

This is more than likely a reason why more and more of their missions had something to do with ONI over time. Raiding vessels and ships sometimes even military ones all so their ONI handler that was tasked to them at times could do what he needed and then they would leave. His command seemed to understand whenever they would search a ship that wasn’t on the mission log. Romanov figured he was tasked with a handler because of his squad’s knack at finding Intel and contraband that seemed important.

Still, after 4 years of being ONI’s delivery boy while getting shot at by insurrectionists, he received a promotion to Sergeant after his was shot and badly wounded on one of their raids. For reasons he did not know his ONI handler seemed to stop contacting him, he figured they were busy with something else. After this, he put in a transfer request to an open position in the 3rd marine expeditionary force. His request was approved and was quickly moved into his new position finding himself doing similar raids but this time against Insurrectionist bunkers and safe houses. It didn’t take him long to get used to ground based raids and even found himself getting along better with these marines then his old squad.

However, everything changed when a new enemy emerged from the shadows. He remembers that day the first time he heard the word covenant used with such malice. He remembers the situation report and the sudden scrambling of military options, and he remembers the new missions. Raids on alien outposts and salvage ops to places destroyed by orbital bombardment all for the hopes of salvaging some tech.

These raids continued for a little while until he was transferred out of his squad to take command of fireteam sledgehammer. He knows something big is coming down from the top brass he’s not too sure what it is but whatever it is won’t be fun. So now on his off time he’s slowly been training himself more and more trying to get some tips from some ODST’s he comes across and more veteran fighters than himself. Still, he’s not sure what he is preparing himself for but whatever it is he does not believe he is ready for the coming storm. //

/// Query: Personality Traits: Victor could be described as the strong silent type when not on mission. He tends to keep to himself unless he likes you and even then comes off as awkward or blunt towards others. He’s not one to beat around the bush and tries to keep a cool calm demeanor on and off the battlefield. This makes him at times seem monotone and seldom shows emotion towards others, he’s protective of his friends and has lost friends in combat. He is not one to be impulsive or brash on the battlefield and tries his best to think things through. //

/// Query: Physical Characteristics: 6’5” 275 Lbs.
/// Query: Portrait:

Victor Romanov

/// Query: Gear:
// M739 SAW (Squad Assault Weapon) //
// M6G PDWS (Personal Defense Weapon System) //
// UNSC Standard Issue Combat Knife //
// UNSC Battle Dress Uniform //
// Back pack with Misc. Gear //

/// Query: Relationships: Holly Romanov - Sister // "Im going to kill you right after i kill these other marines" // Clerical Error Detected: Stand By // Clerical Error Found: Siblings should not be assigned to the same platoon // Please Advise: Error Message sent to administration //

/// Query: Hobbies: Collecting and listening to old earth music. // Playing with and figuring out covenant technology. // repairing broken things from machinery to electronics. //

☽ Remedy, a Summer Camp for “Wayward Juveniles” ☾

@candlelitcraft
well Torok is at where he is going to be through the night