It's cool. I know the feeling of utter exhaustion myself XD. I'm fine with casual or free, whichever works best for everyone else.
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John was walking through the city, heading back to his apartment after a long day of traversing Redbridge. He was exhausted and about ready to keel over. As he passed an apartment building he heard footsteps behind him. His stomach dropped in fear. He didn't know which was worse. The footsteps belonging to Blades, or Outcasts. He whirled around, his hands starting to glow with a white light, absorbing the light from sources in nearby apartments. As he finished his rotation, a red light shot through the air and grazed his shoulder. His arm burned like hell and he clenched his teeth to keep from screaming. Good news was that now he knew who he was dealing with. A Blade patrol. In his opinion, much better than angry Outcasts. John dove behind cover as did the Blade who had shot him, and his two partners. John closed his eyes, blocking out the sound of the lasers from the Blade's guns hitting the rubble he was hiding behind. Finally his hand began to glow brightly. Tendrils of light snaked out, creeping towards the blades. The tendrils wrapped around their throats and lifted them into the air. The Blade's clawed at their throats, trying to get air. John stepped out from behind cover and looked at them, anger in his eyes. He considered intensifying the heat of the tendrils so that they burned the Blade's but his conscience took over. He waved his hands and the Blade's were sent flying back, hitting an apartment building with an audible thud. His hands were shaking as he started to return to his original path, the gun in hand.
John was impressed by Captain. She seemed to be around his age yet she commanded a certain respect. One that was hard to ignore. One that only came when someone was extremely passionate about something. He respected that. Though he was still gonna be an ass. After Captain demanded they find a room, he strutted out towards the stairs, shouting over his shoulder, "Will do your majesty." He walked up the stairs and opened a the first door he saw. It opened into a room with a large double bed and a bookcase. He tossed his messenger bag with his few possessions on the bed before going back downstairs, and after poking around, found the training room. He crossed his arms and waited for the others to arrive.
Name: John Daniels
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Power: Light Manipulation:John's power enables him to manipulate light from any source and weaponize it, turning it into a sword, or a concentrated beam that can burn through metal.
Bio: John knows abandonment. When he was eight his mom left him and his older sister alone in their apartment in Redbridge. She never came back. So when the city called for an evacuation he told his sister to go without him. He'd known about his powers and while he was reluctant to let his sister go, he knew it was for the best. He didn't want her getting hurt while he and the other Outcasts were stuck in the city to rot. Ever since then he's been searching for a way out. He doesn't believe that they're stuck there forever.
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Btw I don't really care who rooms with John so if you want to give me a heads up that's fine but I don't need one really.
John listened as Leo explained the reason for this meeting. "That's a real noble prospect, but like Ms. Screamo over here said," he gestured to Rosalina, "we kind of need a leader to do that." He walked around the couch and started shouting, "Oh great and mysterious leader, if you are in our presence, show us a sign!"
John parked his rinky dinky, old VW Beetle on campus and got out, stretching. After the drive here it was nice to finally have some walking room. He pulled a large suitcase off of the luggage rack on top of the car and then popped the trunk where he had stowed a slightly smaller duffel bag. He made his way towards his dorm, stopping and asking for directions every time he felt like he was lost. He finally reached his room and dropped everything onto one of the two beds before flopping down on the ground. He sighed with relief. "I made it."
Name: John Doyle
Age: 18
Bio: Since birth, John has always been a charismatic little know it all. His parents were wealthy and influential politicians, Jane and Matthew Doyle, and he was given the best education money could buy. John was popular and smart. Girls loved him and so did teachers. His parents had dreams of him following in their footsteps and becoming a politician. And then in his Junior year, John met a girl. Lucy. And she was bright and beautiful, but in an unconventional, shy, way. He fell in love with her and she brought him into her world of art, saving him from his predetermined destiny. He became interested in film, acting and directing. And then, after applications were sent during senior year, John and Lucy broke up. Not so much broke up as she got accepted to an art school in London, and they decided they didn't want to do the whole long distance thing. Ok so they broke up. But John moved on, and he's majoring in Film at this college, his first choice even.
Personality: John is smart in the way that he always knows what to say, and even what to do. He's educated on the world and has his own views. But he isn't exactly an amazing student. He procrastinates and would much rather party than do his work. Except when it comes to his art. His short films and his acting mean everything to him. Maybe cause it's the place where he can be his own person, free from the demands of others.
Appearance: John has always been told he was a very handsome boy. He has ocean blue eyes that sort of twinkle with mischeif, and his mouth is always in a slight smirking position. His golden hair is quiffed up and he stands at about six feet tall. His skin is lightly tanned and he also has a smattering of freckles across his nose
Facts about John:
His favorite color is royal blue.
His favorite food is steak.
His favorite book is The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
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