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Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

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Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016

Student Name:

Casper Vaile

Gender:

Male

Nationality:

American/Swedish

Age:

16

D.O.B.:

January 6th 1999

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Brown

Ethnicity:

Caucasian

Height:

150 Cm

Weight:

40 Kg

Powers & Abilities

Power Name:

Enhanced Strength

Power Description:

My strength is beyond human limits.

Abilities:

With super human muscles, my strength is far beyond that of any ordinary person. While not visible upon my frame, my strength is quite fearful. Due to the fact that my body would break under the sheer pressure of my strength, my power is accompanied by enhanced durability, but only enough to prevent my power from being harmful to myself. As of now it does not effect my exterior frame further than protecting me from lighter bludgeoning.

Passive - My strength is on par with ten grown men at all times, greatly enhancing my capabilities such as power and speed.

Active - With enough adrenaline, I can infuse my muscles further and gain more strength, however it drains me drastically and leaves me incredibly fatigued once the adrenaline leaves my frame. At this level I could rip a vault door from place but it would leave me tired and useless until I manage a good rest.

Drawbacks & Weaknesses:

I have no defensive powers. My skin is just as vulnerable to blades and bullets as any other’s.

I have no tricks up my sleeve. My power is very straight forward and enhances my physical capabilities but it doesn’t stretch beyond that. I cannot ever lift a truck or toss a car. The latter could be possible if I activate my powers further but it would leave me fatigued and drained.

If I stay in my 'powered' mode for too long, my body will start hurting and the next day it will feel like I have been through heavy workout and I'll be incredibly sore.

About You

Family:

I’ve lived with my dad, Kyle, my whole life. Mom passed away a few years back. Her name was Maria.

Personal Statement:

I grew up with an American father and a Swedish mother, both of whom are incredibly open minded and accepting individuals. They raised me rather well, but throughout my childhood, I kept mostly to myself and it grew with the years. Being a small, fragile looking little guy kind of left me out of most things. It’s okay, though. I had a few friends that I hung out with from time to time.

It was early that I learned that my mother had been struggling with a terminal illness but it didn’t show itself very often. In fact, she was a very strong woman but with her energy being constantly sapped, it eventually became too much. What could be considered a perfect little family was down one member December of 2012. Her passing was hard on both me and dad, but together we managed to struggle through it.

With her gone, I grew even more reserved and kept to myself most of the day. The passing of a year was enough to eventually crack a small hole in the shell I had created and I started to speak more and spend more time with my father. Our relationship grew stronger once the mourning had been going on for a while and things started looking up.

Kyle continued with his yoga studio, a rather successful business, and my grades at school were picking back up. Before and after my mother passed on, my life was rather straight forward. My supernatural ability showed itself very recently, a month ago actually. It’s been really hard to deal with and I’ve accidentally broken several things because of it. I know that I'm strong but I've never used it to hurt anyone, ever.

I guess I am recorded as a behaving kid but I’m not a saint. I slip up at times and sometimes really mess up. I try not to, and I always try my hardest at whatever I have been tasked to do. Dad always says that a mistake is just another stepping stone to success. He’s all “Yoda” sometimes.

I get along with most people but I’ve had ‘that one bully’ following me around in every school I’ve been to. For most part, people leave me alone and while considered weird, I’m not someone people usually dislike without reason. At least I’ve gotten that impression.

Since an early age I’ve found great interest in the concept of mutants and powers all together. Given the fact that I noticed how I was 'different' at such a young age, I quickly grew interested in what other people could do. I happily spent many hours on the internet, reading up on various incidents concerning powers and mutants. It kind of caused some paranoia, though. So many people had problems with their powers and so many accidents had occurred. It filled me with a hint of worry. What if that would happen to me? Mutants are considered walking bombs by some and others simply hate them and I understand why. We are unpredictable, dangerous and a sneeze can lead to an inferno from some of us.

All of this did however add to my shyness, and wanting to stay away from others. Staying away from others means that nothing bad could happen. I don't want to add to the statistics of mutant accidents and disasters. As most things have two sides however, it made me think about how far a person is willing to take this. How far is a mutant willing to take their powers in order to gain something? I could use my powers to hurt those who bullied me. Used wrongly, the power of Strength could do a number on almost anyone, a bad thought.

I have decided to stay on the good side of everyone and just keep my powers as low key as I can. That way I don’t get into trouble.

Oh, and I do have some hobbies, too. I love medieval history, especially swordsmanship. You might not think a shy little guy like me knows his way around these things but I have been studying it for a while now. It’s only in theory, though. I’ve never actually held a real sword. I also enjoy learning about the history of weaponry… Is that bad? I don’t know…I just think they’re really interesting. Well, I know how to sew and people say I’m good with a needle.

I love colours as well, especially black and pink together. Maybe you can tell on the pink stripes in my hair or the various bracelets I wear...or my shirt in the picture. I also love Converse shoes and have a few pairs of them, pink, green, red, blue and purple. Oh, and I have a cat named Fang. I like cats.

Sample post

Blasting music into his ears was a habit. No, it was required. Casper had often stated that without music, he can’t function. With the headset firmly planted on his head, the young man turned to the song ‘Masterpiece’ by Madonna just before his attention turned back to the shooter game on his Playstation Vita.

Lately he had been rather distracted, not getting enough sleep. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, because everything was going so well. His dad’s business was blossoming, no one had made life hard to live and every day passed without any notable casualty. Another shot was fired. Might as well keep going, one of them was bound to hit the spot. Maybe that was the problem though, the fact that everything was going so well. Maybe it had pulled the vigilance out of him.

“Casper!” A sudden voice brought the boy back to reality and after almost dropping from shock, he turned to meet the voice. It was Gregory, the café owner. Casper always used to sit in the corner of that café after a long day at school.

“Yes…?” The boy returned, pulling his headset down to his neck.

“Your dad’s been calling you.” He handed Casper a phone. Oh, this happened sometimes. Casper had his music blasting too loudly and his mind tended to wander off. It could leave his cellphone vibrating in his pocket without him noticing it. Luckily Kyle had the number to Casper’s favourite place, and knew the owner.

“Oh…” He returned, reaching for the phone. “Hello?”

“Habibi, why don’t you pick up?” Kyle was a good man, always calm and collected. He was also incredibly patient and into all the new age stuff Casper could barely understand.

“Sorry…” Casper replied, lowering his head slightly. Worrying his father wasn’t something he liked to do but…it just happened sometimes.

“I am on my way home. Do you want something to eat?” Given the fact that the two were complete opposites, it was safe to assume that their eating habits were as well. The social, fun loving and spiritual father was a vegetarian, but Casper barely even ate vegetables.

“A burger?” He spoke, hoping for something greasy and unhealthy. Funny, he never gained any weight and still looked like a skeleton, despite all the burgers he ate.

“Would you like some gasoline with that?” Kyle joked. While trying to get Casper to eat healthier, he wasn’t a tyrant about it. Sometimes it was hard to believe that Kyle even could lose his cool. “I’ll be home in thirty minutes, habibi. Love you.”

“Love you too, dad.” He hung up, handing the phone back to Gregory. Well, that was his queue to leave. Putting the headphones back, Casper finished his tea and slipped his bag on. It was a simple shoulder bag made out of cloth, by his father. The man owned a small new age store where he sold bracelets and other trinkets that he made. People seemed to really like those things and no matter Casper’s opinion on the whole religious aspect of it, he liked them too.

The way home was an eventless process with the occasional car passing by. Casper always did enjoy taking walks, though. They were refreshing to say the least and he could always escape into his own little world with every step he took. Upon reaching their apartment, Casper stepped into his room and dropped his bag on the bed. He hadn’t told his father of the sleeping issues, not yet. Should he, though? Things were going so well, he didn’t want to ruin it. Perhaps he could start seeing a therapist, they tended to help, didn’t they? Well, he knew one thing that was bothering him, his powers. What if he ever screwed up and NEST came to get him? He had enough control of his powers to never use it accidentally but you’d always hear about these perviously ‘normal’ people who’d go nuts and start killing everyone. What if one day that would happen to Casper? Not likely, Casper could barely hurt a fly if he tried. Was it this that was bothering him? Maybe, but it was too general, too broad. This couldn’t be it.

Hearing a key slide into the slot noted Kyle’s arrival. He could think about this later. Right now though, he didn’t want to spoil dinner.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

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Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

PITY - Application for Academic Year 2015/2016

Student Name:

Leo Yan

Gender:

Male

Nationality:

Chinese

Age:

19

D.O.B.:

27th January 1995

Appearance


Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Brown

Ethnicity:

Asian

Height:

165 Cm

Weight:

60 Kg

Powers & Abilities

Power Name:

Enhanced Strength

Power Description:

My strength is beyond human limits.

Abilities:

With super human muscles, my strength is far beyond that of any ordinary person. While not visible upon my frame, my strength is quite fearful. Due to the fact that my body would break under the sheer pressure of my strength, my power is accompanied by enhanced durability, but only enough to prevent my power from being harmful to myself. As of now it does not effect my exterior frame further than protecting me from lighter bludgeoning.

Passive - My strength is on par with ten grown men at all times, greatly enhancing my capabilities such as power and speed.

Active - With enough adrenaline, I can infuse my muscles further and gain more strength, however it drains me drastically and leaves me incredibly fatigued once the adrenaline leaves my frame. At this level I could rip a vault door from place but it would leave me tired and useless until I manage a good rest.

Drawbacks & Weaknesses:

I have no defensive powers. My skin is just as vulnerable to blades and bullets as any other’s.

I have no tricks up my sleeve. My power is very straight forward and enhances my physical capabilities but it doesn’t stretch beyond that. I cannot ever lift a truck or toss a car. The latter could be possible if I activate my powers further but it would leave me fatigued and drained.

If I stay in my 'powered' mode for too long, my body will start hurting and the next day it will feel like I have been through heavy workout and I'll be incredibly sore.

About You

Family:

My mother Lin Yan is the only immediate family I grew up with. My grandfather Bo Yan was always rather close to us until he passed away a year ago. My father left soon after I was born and I haven’t heard of him since.

Personal Statement:

I’ve always been somewhat of an activist. As a child I was quickly bullied for not having a father and being asian. Some people thought I knew ‘martial arts’ and tried to fight with me, leaving me rather beat up. Funny how their stereotype would eventually come to fruition. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret anything. This isn’t a sob story. In fact, I am happy it happened to me rather than someone else who might not have been able to handle it. Either way, my treatment would eventually spark an interest in activism and human rights when I turned thirteen. I wanted to dress as colourfully as I could to attract all the ‘assholes’. At this point I had in fact dedicated most of my free time if not all of it to martial arts and put it to much use. I can’t tell you how often my mother scolded me because of my behaviour.

I wanted to take care of others and be a light in the darkness, someone poor unfortunate souls could lean on and rely on. Of course, back then I was driven by anger and a zealous intent. I hated bullies and I hated judgemental people. It was around this time that I realised that I am gay, another thing to add to the list. I fell in love with another boy named Vale, but nothing came of it. He found a girlfriend, though. I don’t know if this is relevant but I don’t have any secrets. If it’s interesting to know, there you have it.

After a while I noticed how my strength was tremendously accelerated. I had been in countless fights before, almost everyday, but never had my strength been on that level. I nearly broke a poor guy’s ribs with a punch. I was suspended from school for a while at that point, and it allowed me some time to think. With this newfound gift, I would be more fearsome than ever before. No one would want to go up against me and I didn’t need to wave it around because soon after returning to school, now sixteen years old, word had gone around. People still picked fights with me but only in groups.

I joined a gang of young mutants and noticed a boiling hatred growing within my heart towards humankind. We called ourselves The Liberated. We took care of each other, sheltered one another and more often than not ended up in gang fights with other supremacist gangs. We were childish and filled with rage. We constantly told ourselves and each other that no one understands us and that everyone is the enemy. To elevate my knowledge of what I stood against, I became politically interested and active. I always listened to the latest debates, always kept up with the news. Needless to say, this fuelled me. It fuelled all of us.

When I was eighteen years old, I was elected as the leader of The Liberated. People looked up to me both as a leader and a ‘champion’. The latter was a title they branded me with. At this point I started analysing what we were doing, what I was doing. Politicians used words as their weapons and they changed more than we ever could with violence. We were nothing but thugs, nothing but children. We were just like other gangs of nazis and racists beating other people for not believing what we do. We were wrong.

One could call it a quick change of heart but all around me I saw the people I cared about being hurt. They were constantly surrounded by negative energy and if they weren’t bruised, they had bruised others and if they weren’t angry, they were crying. Violence births violence, sadness causes sadness. This wouldn’t work, it hadn’t worked. I vowed to focus to on taking care of my friends, of everyone that needed it. ‘Punishing the wicked’ was that started this whole mess. I couldn’t keep throwing oil into that flame.

So that’s me. I am sure there is more to tell, but that will be revealed in due time. I won’t hide the fact that I am indeed a rebel, but I matured from the scared and angry kid I used to be. I am looking forward to meeting the people on this campus and see where they stand. This world needs more professional and passionate activists fighting for equality without throwing punches. I am sure there is a lot to learn here.

Sample post

”What the hell is this!?” An assertive voice cracked through the fight. Two boys no older than thirteen had been beating each other to the point of bloodshed and neither were ready to stop. Stepping into the fire was a young man, asian in appearance. His bright red converse would perhaps not draw him a hoodlum, and neither would the several rainbow bracelets along his forearms. One could perhaps also point out the pink dyed streaks in his black hair.

“This piece of shit called me a freak!” One of the boys shouted, his hair a bright blonde but now dirty from the fight. He seemed rather scrawny, but so did the other boy.

In front of the blonde child stood another, a boy with dark brown hair and clenched teeth. They were both breathing heavily and stood bruised from the battle that had taken place. “That’s ‘cause you are! Both of you!” He ran forth to throw a desperate punch towards the larger, asian young man. Leo as his name was easily caught the boy’s fist and shoved him back.

“Go home.” Leo frowned at the child who understood that he was outmatched at this point. He returned the frown but spun around and ran away from the scene.

“I could have taken him…” The blonde child continued, wiping some sweat from his forehead.

“What are you doing, James?” Leo placed a hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow. “He calls you a freak and you attack him?”

“You always told us to stand up for ourselves!” The boy crossed his arms and avoided eye contact.

“Yes, I did. I also told you not to start fights. Be thick skinned, James. Don’t be stupid. Nothing good will come from fighting people.” A large change from what Leo would have said three years prior.

“But…” James tried but couldn’t help but sigh. “It’s hard to just take it…”

“I know, James.” Leo knelt down and placed his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “It is hard, but…” Cutting him off, Leo heard a pair of footsteps behind him and quickly spun around to meet a metal pipe heading for him. Luckily, he managed to catch it and clenched his fingers around it. “Go, James.”

“Leo!” The child cried out, watching the four young adults that had just stormed the scene.

“It’s going to be fine, just go…and don’t call for help. Just go home.” Leo didn’t move his gaze from the newly arrived attackers.

“Look here…” The one in the back spoke. “It’s the lord faggot himself.”

Leo pulled the pipe from the one who had swung it and threw it to the ground. “I don’t want to fight you.”

“Oh but we want to fight you, pretty boy.” The third man drew a knife. “Think you can take all of us?”

It took a moment for Leo to respond, turning his head slightly to see James shivering in fear behind him. With a heavy sigh he finally spoke to the men. “Come…”

(Also, Storm.)

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY) - Super-School Interest Check

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Never mind, Tyler posted a detailed response.

Oh and by the way, since we're looking at all of your incredibly creative powers, I am going to just drop my own character's power here.

My incredibly creative power is.......Enhanced Strength XD.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY) - Super-School Interest Check

Hello, everyone. I am really happy to see so much interest and I can see a lot of passion! That's great! ^^

I am looking forward to RPing with all of you.

If anyone has any question, don't be afraid to either ask here, in the OOC later or in a PM to either me or Tyler.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

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Post here.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Casper watched the scene unfold and stayed completely quiet as it did. Who were these two? Wait, he recognised one of them, it was that Harley guy, wasn’t it? It was. The other kid, he had no idea. Red hair, slim frame…no, he didn’t ring a bell. They had saved Casper though, and it was safe to assume his gratitude. “You alright, bud?” The red haired boy spoke, bringing Casper back from his thoughts.

“Y-yeah…” He gulped, looking between the two. What had happened, exactly? Something with the bully’s phone? It seemed like it, but it was hard to tell, not to mention the fact that Casper was ready to fall to the floor. His legs were tired, his heart was racing and he felt the little energy in his frame ready to leave. “Th-thanks…” Casper looked down, avoiding Lenny’s eyes as he did. He was saved by these two. Saved…this is who Casper was, wasn't it? A weak little coward who couldn’t stand up for himself and needed others to do it for him. In all honesty, these two were probably misfits as well, with Harley over there taking the prize. Despite this, they stood up against the bullies and saved Casper’s ass. It was so humiliating, not because he was afraid of being embarrassed, but because it showed him how weak he really was.

“I’m…” The smaller boy continued, rubbing his arm slightly. It still hurt a bit from being pulled by Philip. ’Damn, I’m fragile…’, Casper sighed at the thought. “I’m…going back to my…room…” That piece of candy wasn’t worth this. Maybe he could get it later at some point, in between classes. That made sense. “Thanks…again…” He finished.

Despite the turmoil in the boy’s mind, he wanted his saviours to feel appreciated. He was very grateful for their help, it was just that he wanted to be able to help himself, too. Everyone needs a bit of help from time to time but this was ridiculous. When exactly would Casper grow a spine? He hadn’t the past sixteen years and for it to sprout now was probably a pipe dream. “Bye…” He raised his head weakly as he turned around and started walking back to the dormitories. Inside that Playstation Vita he was actually someone. If only he could escape into that world and stay there for as long as he wanted. No…that wouldn’t be the best course of action, not that it was possible to begin with. At least not for him, some other meta probably could, but not Casper. The best way to deal with all of this for Casper was to grab a gun and shoot things, that always made him feel better. Apart from a few airsoft pistols in his bag however, he didn’t have access to anything else. This would work, though. He could go and shoot a few trees, or something. Not today, though. Not today, he could do that later. He really missed the shooting range back home.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Pausing the game, Casper let the portable console drop to the side of the bed along with his hand. ’I’m hungry…’ The boy sighed heavily as he slid down to the pillow and rubbed his eyes. When was Diego was going to get his fight started with that beast? Hopefully that wouldn’t result in one less roommate. Diego was a good guy who had taken a little too much water over his head. Then again, how could he not have taken it too far with that guy? Creed seemed like the kind of person that would challenge you to a fight if you looked at him wrong.

Casper wasn’t quite hungry enough to eat something heavy so perhaps a snack would do the trick? Turning his playstation off, Casper lowered his feet the floor, feeling the stinging pain echoing throughout their length. ’I wonder how long this pain is going to last…’, Casper had never overdone it like he had at the obstacle course. He was proud of succeeding, of course, but it would leave him in pain for the next few days. He was sore beyond belief. Adding pressure to his feet, the boy finally managed to stand with a heavy breath. There was a snack shop at the academy and he had a little money to spend, not much but enough to get his hands on a snack.

’God, this hurts…’, he gulped as he walked across the room towards the door. He slid into his green converse shoes and headed out into the corridor, hoping for a smooth trip down to the shop but the boy would find himself stopped once he reached the bottom floor.

“Ghosty!” He heard a familiar voice.

’I am so not in the mood for this right now…’, no rest for the wicked, was there? At least this didn’t happen in the shower.

“So, where are you goin’?” Philip grinned widely at the much smaller boy. Ironic, Casper hadn’t even managed to get out of the dorms before he ran into trouble. Well, in all honesty, things had been going abnormally smooth since he arrived at the island. It was about time for some shit to hit the fan, right? “C’mon, Ghost! Why don’t you like talking to us?” Philip continued, placing his hand over Casper’s shoulder.

“Maybe he’s just ready to wet himself.” Greg pitched in, crossing his arms.

“Nah, I’m sure little Ghosty makes sure to put a diaper on every time he leaves his room.” Philip chuckled and patted the boy on the head.

“P-please…guys…” Casper mustered the courage to speak but it didn’t go beyond that.

“P-p-p-p-please?” Philip laughed louder, ruffling Casper’s hair. “He’s just so cute isn’t he?”

“Like a kitten, right?” Greg nodded.

“Why don’t you come with us, Ghosty? We’ve barely even hung out since you arrived! We feel left out! Besides, you have to show us how you get your hair so fabulous!” Philip continued, easily pulling the smaller boy along closer towards the entrance. Getting a snack wasn’t worth all of this crap. Well, that settled it. From now, Casper won’t leave his room unless he had to go to classes. There were no other exceptions. He was so tired to dealing with this crap.