Saltwater Thief

Northwood Academy

Congrats on the new job, @kittyluna45!

As always, I'm open for some sort of collab for between now and the Theater post if there is anyone interested or has an idea for something. :-)

@Siaya Dragalorn

Same here. Sorry I've been quiet, but I'm still about.

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I would certainly consider it. I kinda feel responsible for the decline as well ^_^;

Northwood Academy

Tobias Rivenridge and Stella Herbalem

Outside during Lunch, 12:30-1:30 PM

What an odd little school full of odd little folk, Tobias thought to himself as he walked from the first half of his school day toward the Dining Hall for his lunch break. So far, nearly everybody he'd seen was some sort of peculiar or strange. And he wasn't saying that simply because they were Americans. Still, there had been two run-ins he'd rather enjoyed. One was that Yorkshire lass Elizabeth from his English class, and the other...

"Tobias!" He turned about at the mention of his name to find Stella, the underclassman from that morning walking toward him, waving with a curious container cradled in her arm. He smiled at her and waved back as he stoppd to let her catch up. "Stella! How are you doing?" he asked as she got close enough to casually speak to, "Morning classes go alright?"

"That they did. I made some scones in Home EC. Would you like one with lunch?" She asked with a smile. She held out the container for him to take his pick. "How did your morning classes go, if I may ask?" Tobias noticed that there were some traces of flour on the younger girl's uniform.

"Morning classes were alright," he replied as he looked into the container at the pastries inside. "Ah, so these are why you've got some flour on yourself there. Let's see..." Taking one of the scones, blueberry from the looks of it, Tobias took a small bite. "Wow," he exclaimed, "These are really good!"

Stella's smile seemed to widen after that and blushed at the mention of the flour on herself. "Thanks! I've made somethings similar to that before, but I had a little accident, as you can see... anyways... is it alright if I join you for lunch? Or did you have plans with one of your own classmates?"

"Don't see why not," he said as he tossed back the last little bit of the scone, "Only classmate I've really gotten to know at all is off somewhere else for lunch." Truth be told, it was nice to have someone to eat with; most of Tobi's life he'd spent off by himself, with just his notebook to keep him company. Besides, Stella was quite pleasent to be with and talk to. "Any particular place you'd like to sit?"

Stella seemed to think for a moment, and then looked at Tobias. "How about outside? It does seem like a lovely day, and I noticed some tables outside that I'm sure are there for just this purpose," she said.

"Suppose I can't much argue with that logic," he responded with a flick of a grin. Looking around, he saw a handful of outdoor tables that were unoccupied. "How's about that one over there, under the tree?" he suggested as he indicated one that sat in the shade of a tree he didn't know the name of. Stella probably would, though.

Stella nodded, looking the tree over for a moment and then looked back at Tobias. "That would work for me," she said. "Shall I meet you there once we get our food?"

"Sounds good to me," he said as he nodded once toward her. They both parted for a short time to get their seperate lunches, and a small while later they returned to sit at the table and eat. "So, what classes have you got?" Tobias inquired, "Aside from the usual core stuff and Home Ec, I mean."

Stella pulled out her piece of paper and looked at it for a moment. "Besides the core stuff and Home EC, I'm signed up for Theater, Horticulture club and dance. What about you?" She asked, between bites of her food.

"Off the top of my head..." he replied as he thought about it, "I've got Soccer, Track, and Art and Design. With Chess and Science Club." He took another couple of bites out of the sandwich he had before continuing. "It's a bit funny, really. I've never had a school with as much focus on club activites as this one."

"Same here, but Northwood did advertise as making 'well rounded' individuals," Stella said between bites of sandwich. "Though I do find it nice that since the school is so small you can intermingle between the class years. I heard that its very rare in public schools here in America," she added. She turned her head for a moment towards the roof, and then back.

"Well, I am quite possibly the worst person on campus to answer that question," Tobias said with a chuckle at his own joke. "Clubs aren't this big over in Britain either. They're there, and some places encourage 'em, but a lot of people just don't care enough. Smaller school does have it's advantages though. There's still uniforms, but, well, that's Boarding Schools for you." As he spoke, he spared a quick glance of discontent toward his clothing, but it was gone soon enough. There was no reason to spoil the lunch with sour faces, he figured.

"I hear you. I'm use to being able to wear what I want, but I guess it is a small price to pay to be here," she said and smiled. "I never really did clubs in middle school, but it is nice they have one for plants here," she said, resuming in eating her sandwich. "However, it seems they don't really have one for, how did you put it earlier, tinkering?"

"Yeah, that's unfortunate. I'm hoping the Science club has something close, but I'd kill for a mechanical or a shop club of some kind. I suppose there's just not enough people with the interest." Most likely because they're all more into intellectual crud than practical things, he thought to himself, but that's none of my business. A few moments passed in silence as they both ate a little more. "So, Stella," Tobias said, "You said you like plants. What is it about them that you like?"

Stella paused, seeming in thought for a moment, before replying. "There is something just soothing about gardening. I honestly can't explain it very well. You could say I've just always had a connection to them, or that I have a really good green thumb. They seem to bloom like crazy around me," she said with a chuckle.

Tobias paused to think about the words Stella had chosen for a moment. They bloom like crazy around her... could that be similar to...? Nah, there's no way. Is there? Realizing he'd left the conversation hanging, he shook his head from side to side for a moment to clear his head. "Sorry, went and got lost in my own skull again. That's interesting though, wish someone in my family had had that. Could've used some green around the house, I think." A glance down at his watch caused Tobi's eyebrows to raise in surprise- it seemed the time had gotten away from him. "Well, it looks like I'd best be finishing up here, I'm told the French 3 room is notoriously difficult to find and the teacher does not take well to tardiness. I'll see you around, then?" he asked as he started together his things.

Stella nodded, gathering her own things. "I should get going as well. I'm sure I'll see you later then," she said and got up. She gave him one last smile before heading back inside.

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@agentmanatee@Saltwater Thief just sending a gentle nudge your way

@my Lalia

I have been pretty busy and investing a lot of time, perhaps unnecessarily so, into a new RP I got heavily involved in. I apologize, and I will be putting up a post before this weekend is here.

Northwood Academy

Welp, I made a thing. Please note that although he isn't expecting it, interactions and conversations are welcome to be struck up with Tobi as anybody pleases. I'll probably give it a week or so, and if nobody's approached I'll move on to early morning soccer.

Northwood Academy

Tobias Jonathan Rivenridge

Mon, 09/09/1974, 6:00 am
Location: Droms, Floor 1, Room 6

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The obnoxious tones of an alarm filled the room. Despite how tiny the sound actually was, it still managed to somehow become the most unwelcome of cacophonies.

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It had always perplexed and eluded him. For all of Tobi's mechanical genius, he never could figure out how to make an alarm that was peaceful and welcoming to wake up to. Even the most pleasant of noises was treated with ire and disgust after no more than a few days.

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Perhaps it was the neurological link between the noise and the act of waking from sleep. Coming to associate just about anything with the varied unpleasantness of leaving the world of dreamers and rising to make peace with the day, he reasoned, would certainly deprive whatever it was of any particular appeal it might otherwise have. The fact that he was still adjusting his sleep habits to account for the six hour time difference from England certainly didn't help.

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By this point, the alarm's tones rang like thunder over his head. With the sharp glare of a man unduly disturbed, he remembered the one thing he COULD include on his alarm clock- an off switch that triggered with a little jolt of power. With a stretch he reached his arm out, extended his index and middle fingers, and willed a small jolt of electricity through his fingers and into the receiver. There was a tiny flash of blue and white... but still the alarm persisted. Tobias sighed exasperatedly as he tapped the receiver again with a more potent charge. After a brighter flash of similar color... the incessant beeping continued. Now snarling in a mixture of annoyance and frustration, the young mechanical wizard (in more than one sense of the word) tapped it thrice more, the charge supplied building each time, until finally the alarm quivered to a halt with a sputter of electrical sparks. Still incensed but relieved all the same, Tobi closed his eyes to catch an extra five minutes' worth of rest.

BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP

Now, most people at this point would get up, hit the top of the clock, and resolve to tinker with the electrical receiver later. Most people have more patience with their personal projects than Tobias Jonathan Rivenridge at 6:00 in the morning. With freshly renewed exasperation, Tobias grabbed the clock and whipped his arm about, sending it crashing against the wall of his dorm in a scattering of charred black debris with a crashing noise that sounded like broken pieces flying apart. The clock itself was probably ruined and in need of replacement, in fact. But at least the alarm had stopped.

Rising from his mattress and rubbing his head in dismay, Tobias quickly and firmly decided that matters of broken clocks could wait until the evening. Breakfast was being served in a half-hour, and if he knew boarding schools- and he most certainly did- being late for breakfast was a sentence to six hours of a growling stomach and a whole host of other problems that came when food was not consumed. The one good news of the morning thus far was that his frustration and energy expenditure had swept any lingering sleep from his eyes and mind, and in quick succession he had gotten dressed and was waltzing out the door toward the dining hall.

Mon, 09/09/1974, ~6:30 am
Location: Dining Hall

Upon reaching his destination, Tobias made for the line to get food almost immediately. With everybody else in his grade range having known one another for three years, and occasionally more, he figured he would be more than a bit ostracized, if for no other reason than lack of familiarity. That was perfectly fine by him; Tobias was used to flying solo. What he was not used to was how horribly Americans undercooked their bacon. A fact that he came to grips with as he sat down by himself with his plate of eggs, bacon, pancakes, and hash browns and realized the second of the list was as stretchy as taffy. He couldn't just ask for more well-done pieces- he'd seen the reactions of the cooks when someone had beseeched them for a syrup that wasn't maple already. There just had to be a better way...

Those always were the magic words for him. "A better way." No sooner had they popped into his head than he had whipped out his black notebook from his bag and flipped to a page with a few blank spaces. Unlike his green, red, and blue notebooks, the black one was not for class notations- it was reserved purely for his ideas and calculations. And so, in between bites of food, Tobias was scribbling away on a method to crispify his own bacon that was compact, easily used, and easy to carry. He didn't expect to be disturbed; in fact, he was willing to bet most people, even at the academy, would look at what he was writing and scratching out and confuse themselves too much to want to strike up a conversation with him...

Northwood Academy

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Name: Tobias Jonathan Rivenridge

Age: 17

Year (in school): 11th/Junior

Appearance:

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Ability: What makes Tobias unique, apart from being exceptionally intelligent when it comes to mechanics and engineering, is the fact that he is essentially a living dynamo- he can produce electricity from his body to a seemingly infinite amount, although the more he makes the less control he has over it. While he mostly uses it to power his personal inventions, if pressed he can also throw caution to the winds and hurl raw lightning at people.

Biography: Tobias was born in England, where his family can trace their roots back to the 1500s. Growing up near Manchester meant he was consistently exposed to industry and machinery, and he took to those concepts like a moth to a flame. The way steel gears and iron bars fit together and were brought to life fascinated him, so much so that he spent most of his childhood taking apart the toy trains and reassembling them rather than playing with them. Eventually, he moved on to mixing the train parts to make better trains. From there, he steadily moved up. Guitars, stereos, typewriters, and cars as a matter of course. As he progressed into early High School, he even started inventing devices of his own. But, at some point, he hit a wall; there simply wasn't a way to feasibly supply some of his devices with power. It tormented him, thinking about his inability to progress because of such a menial detail. But then, one day, something happened. One of his homemade machines came to life when he touched it. While it wasn't connected to any source of electricity. Curious, he tried it with another invention- it whirred and clicked as he envisioned it as well. Further experimentation and theorizing on his part led to one, singular conclusion; he had somehow become able to generate electricity of his own accord. Further reinforcement was provided a short time later, when the oddest of letters arrived in the mail. Supposedly it was for an American Academy that catered to those of "Unique and potent talents". Why were they addressing him now, when he'd been in High School for 2 years already? Good question. Still, they were offering to pave him through to what could potentially turn into a full ride to a prestigious University- who was he to say no?

That said, his new transfer means he knows next to nobody and he has no idea why the school has such a suspicious air about it...

Personality: Remember that one kid who was the go-to expert on all things mechanical or technological in school? Tobias is that guy. He's not a nerd, in the typical sense. What he is is a borderline mad scientist with mechanical concepts. As such, he tends to be incredibly confident in most things, even outside his expertise. Though some might perceive it as arrogance, he doesn't quite go that far. The best summation would be to say he's good at what he does, and he knows it.

0 - Soccer
1 - PE
2 - Maths 3
3 - English 3
4 - French 3
5 - Science 3
6 - World History
7 - Art & Design
8 - Track
9 - Chess & Science

Northwood Academy

Adjusted.

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Name: Tobias Jonathan Rivenridge

Age: 17

Year (in school): 11th/Junior

Appearance:

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Ability: What makes Tobias unique, apart from being exceptionally intelligent when it comes to mechanics and engineering, is the fact that he is essentially a living dynamo- he can produce electricity from his body to a seemingly infinite amount, although the more he makes the less control he has over it. While he mostly uses it to power his personal inventions, if pressed he can also throw caution to the winds and hurl raw lightning at people.

Biography: Tobias was born in England, where his family can trace their roots back to the 1500s. Growing up near Manchester meant he was consistently exposed to industry and machinery, and he took to those concepts like a moth to a flame. The way steel gears and iron bars fit together and were brought to life fascinated him, so much so that he spent most of his childhood taking apart the toy trains and reassembling them rather than playing with them. Eventually, he moved on to mixing the train parts to make better trains. From there, he steadily moved up. Guitars, stereos, typewriters, and cars as a matter of course. As he progressed into early High School, he even started inventing devices of his own. But, at some point, he hit a wall; there simply wasn't a way to feasibly supply some of his devices with power. It tormented him, thinking about his inability to progress because of such a menial detail. But then, one day, something happened. One of his homemade machines came to life when he touched it. While it wasn't connected to any source of electricity. Curious, he tried it with another invention- it whirred and clicked as he envisioned it as well. Further experimentation and theorizing on his part led to one, singular conclusion; he had somehow become able to generate electricity of his own accord. Further reinforcement was provided a short time later, when the oddest of letters arrived in the mail. Supposedly it was for an American Academy that catered to those of "Unique and potent talents". Why were they addressing him now, when he'd been in High School for 2 years already? Good question. Still, they were offering to pave him through to what could potentially turn into a full ride to a prestigious University- who was he to say no?

That said, his new transfer means he knows next to nobody and he has no idea why the school has such a suspicious air about it...

Personality: Remember that one kid who was the go-to expert on all things mechanical or technological in school? Tobias is that guy. He's not a nerd, in the typical sense. What he is is a borderline mad scientist with mechanical concepts. As such, he tends to be incredibly confident in most things, even outside his expertise. Though some might perceive it as arrogance, he doesn't quite go that far. The best summation would be to say he's good at what he does, and he knows it.

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@Feisty-Pants

We don't all have a record of writing a top-quality post in 14 minutes to shoot for. Especially when said post is still in the planning stages because of the amount of content it entails Dx

Northwood Academy

Hi folks, I got persuaded by multiple people to come fill one of the open slots here, so here's the CS.

For those that use the Chatzy, I go by Dan on there.

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Name: Tobias Jonathan Rivenridge

Age: 17

Year (in school): 11th/Junior

Appearance:

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Ability: What makes Tobias unique, apart from being exceptionally intelligent when it comes to mechanics and engineering, is the fact that he is essentially a living dynamo- he can produce electricity from his body to a seemingly infinite amount, although the more he makes the less control he has over it. While he mostly uses it to power his personal inventions, if pressed he can also throw caution to the winds and hurl raw lightning at people.

Biography: Tobias was born in England, where his family can trace their roots back to the 1500s. Growing up near Manchester meant he was consistently exposed to industry and machinery, and he took to those concepts like a moth to a flame. The way steel gears and iron bars fit together and were brought to life fascinated him, so much so that he spent most of his childhood taking apart the toy trains and reassembling them rather than playing with them. Eventually, he moved on to mixing the train parts to make better trains. From there, he steadily moved up. Guitars, stereos, typewriters, and cars as a matter of course. As he progressed into early High School, he even started inventing devices of his own. But, at some point, he hit a wall; there simply wasn't a way to feasibly supply some of his devices with power. It tormented him, thinking about his inability to progress because of such a menial detail. But then, one day, something happened. One of his homemade machines came to life when he touched it. While it wasn't connected to any source of electricity. Curious, he tried it with another invention- it whirred and clicked as he envisioned it as well. Further experimentation and theorizing on his part led to one, singular conclusion; he had somehow become able to generate electricity of his own accord. Further reinforcement was provided a short time later, when the oddest of letters arrived in the mail...

Personality: Remember that one kid who was the go-to expert on all things mechanical or technological in school? Tobias is that guy. He's not a nerd, in the typical sense. What he is is a borderline mad scientist with mechanical concepts. As such, he tends to be incredibly confident in most things, even outside his expertise. Though some might perceive it as arrogance, he doesn't quite go that far. The best summation would be to say he's good at what he does, and he knows it.