barely / ᴬᴸᴵⱽᴱ !

apollo maximus ivers. senior. precog. it’s summer, then, he is about to go into high school. amongst the chirping of birds and the new orleans heat, all that can be heard from the ivers home at the end of the block is the obscenely loud yelling of a family unhinged.

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SENNA KISSINGER :

“shit,” is all she says, fixing apollo with an expression equal parts appreciative and suspicious. “you had your answer pretty quickly, for someone who goes to a school that basically bleeds mutant and proud, at least.” senna takes a small sip of her drink, eyes never leaving him. she’d seen him around gray kitchen the handful of times she bothered to pop in, and her eyes fall to the sketchbook in his hands. senna is too far away to get a good look, but it doesn’t stop her from being curious.

“i’m thinking a solid 36.” another sip. “i mean, i don’t think i ever said the scale was linear. maybe it’s sigmoidal. sinusoidal? maybe i should get some graph paper.” she giggles, a small, breathy thing, and takes another moment to compose herself. “sounds like you’ve done some bad shit. or you just don’t have much in the way of self-esteem.”

he continues his work as she speaks. she’s PRETTY, he notes, in that entirely unobtainable way that he thinks is common in a lot of people here. mutants may be partly human, but to apollo they’re an entirely separate plane of existence. such strange people. it makes him wonder how he’s one of them. “ well, not all of us can live by such a CHANT-Y notion, can we ? ‘ do no harm but take no shit ‘ is catchy on paper, but acting on it ? differnet story, you know ? being sure of who i am is the least i can do anymore. “ he hadn’t been sure what he was sketching at first, but now it’s forming into something understandable. a ballerina with a tutu made of spikes. everything about her radiates. she has no face, she doesn’t need one. he continues shading.

he licks his lips, glances up at her with a smile. “ specific, i enjoy it. hm, i think i’d prefer sinusoidal. keep the people on their feet. always fun. “ he starts to add dancers around the ballerina, but he blends them into the paper. FAR AWAY. “ i’m just self-aware. i don’t think i’m really meant to be a good person. that’s for people who enjoy cats over dogs and tea over coffee and starter non-profits. i don’t think i’m PERMITTED to it anymore. what about you, though ? not doing so well either. “

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JOSEPH KONTOS :

          it goes without saying that joseph is thoroughly surprised to be grabbed—hell, his first response was to let out an embarrassing yelp and try to wriggle away. he was a little too small for that. “wh—?!” a pause. what the hell is going on? “wh-what do you mean, stop? what the—what the hell, dude?!” to say that he was nervous would be an understatement. is there something in that room that he wasn’t supposed to see?

he uses his height as an advantage, thoroughly doing his best to seem STERN by projecting over, but he does let go of the other. he thinks grabbing him did enough to get him to at least stop ( if only to freak out a bit ). apollo steps away but places himself between joseph and the room. “ i’m serious, “ he says, never a good thing for him to say. it didn’t fit him well. “ i― i can’t help you if you go into that room. if you do you’re entirely FUCKED. “

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MAXWELL JAMES :

Max was pretty sure it was not fine, none of this was fine but for some reason, this mutant before him was actually being nice. In his a little less than a year of experience at the Xavier’s, he had met mutants with all sorts of temperaments. This one though, gave a whole different vibe. “You do?” he asked in partial awe and partial relief, totally buying the latter’s statement regarding getting crashed into while big doe eyes blinked at him, cautiously. “T-thankyou” his response to the ‘nice to meet you’. He was tempted to ask if the other really meant it. “Um likewise” he added as a formality, he had ‘prepared’ phrases and words to supply on default after having observed good social behaviour demonstrated by others. Max gets up slowly, wings fluffing up while he gingerly stretched them out “

he felt out of place being around someone with such a visible power, as he always had. it always made him feel like a real piece of work. POOR apollo and the shame of his powers that no one can technically prove he has. seeing people like max never fails to remind him that, at heart, he’s terribly weak and pliable to the forces at hand. “ oh, no, not really, just a joke. but if i did that’d certainly be cause for CURIOSITY, wouldn’t it ? beg’s the question of what makes me so attention-drawing. “ as max stands, he hands out a hand for him to shake and puts on that sunny lousiana smile of his that never attracted the right kind of attention. “ i’m apollo ivers. unfortunate we couldn’t be introduced under better circumstances, but still good to see you. do you often crash into strangers ? “

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KAI BENNETT :

        “ supernatural detection, ” was the long and short of it. they hadn’t made any progress yet, but they had only been here for a couple hours. kai had nothing but time and patience. they watched apollo as he began to sketch, noting the pressure he applied to the page, his impassive expression. maybe he’d come here for the same reasons kai had, after all. maybe he’d just come to escape for a while. “ what are you drawing here in the dark? ” asked kai, turning their flashlight so it shed light onto the other’s sketchbook. 

“ why the hole ? why not the cemetery ? “ he found himself shocked at their frankness, especially dealing with something he considered, quite bluntly, ODD, but it doesn’t show. apollo’s eyes stray momentarily from is sketch to glance at the items kai has assembled in front of them. his eyes lulled back to his work.  even though he felt as far away as his gaze seemed, he guessed it to be the outline of a person fo some sort. “ i don’t know, “ apollo says, never anything but honest, “ i don’t find out until i finish. SOMETIMES not even then. “

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CHRISTOPHER CAULFIELD :

“Repeatedly.” Topher replied glibly without even missing a beat, apparently not even remotely abashed at the simple honesty that could be found in that response. While certainly a jackass by name, he was at least a self-aware one by nature if nothing else. He reached back behind his head as he spoke, grabbing the edge of a towel and whipping it forwards, releasing it at the last second so it would travel the short distance between them. “Ogle? Please. Don’t flatter yourself; you’ll just end up embarrassing the both of us. Especially after… Well, whatever that was.”

apollo has an appreciation for a lot of things in life. soft curves, iced coffee, the smell of parchment paper. amongst these things was a QUICK SENSE OF HUMOR. he felt a smile tugging at his lips. “ i can’t say i’m surprised. at all. whatseover. “ he put on a show of rolling his eyes, but couldn’t help but flinch away from the towel. “ cheeky little shit, “ he rasps loudly. he walks forward and around topher, grabbing a towel of his own. he makes way like he might do the same but just uses it to wipe the sweat accumulating at his forehead. “ let’s be honest here. i’m the shit and you’re a fly. you were totally ogling. DEFINITELY. and it was just a warm-up. i’d like to see you try better. “

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@naiareign / CLOSED STARTER !

“ despite POPULAR belief, i’m doing really well, n, really well, “ apollo says to her, laughter in his voice. “ any coffee cup amount under five ? good day. over five, bad day. the line is very precise. i have sleep deprivation down to a SCIENCE. “

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@preholocenic / CLOSED STARTER !

apollo wraps a hand around joseph’s upper, gets way too close to him than probably necessary. he’s feeling intense, to say the least. “ STOP, “ he says, voice even and blank of emotion. his heart is pounding in his ears as he stares at him from the side, most definitely looking as crazy and inappropriate as he feels. but he needed to do this, felt it in his bones. entirely UNNATURALLY.

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@brycereid / CLOSED STARTER !

“ bryce, my friend, “ as per usual, in their friendship, apollo went into their dormroom FORGOING knocking. “ coffee friend date ? because i’m exhausted. “ you could see the bags under his eyes but over his cheery smile. “ c’mon let’s go to town. i’ll pay if you want. “ she may have cut off all ties, but lucia had NOT cut off her son’s trust fund.

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          “ —watch your step. ”

kai’s hushed whisper cut through the silence like a blade, the flashlight in their grip flickering to life as they sensed another presence in the room. there they were, sitting cross-legged on the cold floor of the hole, surrounded by texts on spiritual awareness and energy drinks—one for them, and a few extras in case they came into contact with any thirsty supernatural beings. unfortunately for them, their first guest wasn’t at all supernatural. at least…they didn’t seem to be. “ are you here for the same reasons i am? ” 

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“ thanks, “ he says, about to stumble over an empty vodka bottle. apollo came here WAY too often. almost every weekend for the obvious reasons everyone else did, and even during the week, to get some privacy from all the noise that came from living on a campus. he looks down and over the things laid out in front of him, blinks owlishly a bit at the other. “ i don’t think so, “ he says to them, low, because his mind is feeling rather quiet right now. apollo is UNNATURALLY still. his friends know he acts like this. only a few really know why: sometimes apollo isn’t alone in his head and sometimes he draws things that don’t make sense. he sits down against the wall, away from kai and their things. his eyes look a bit glazed as he sets his worn sketchbook in his lap, brings a charcoal pencil to the page, and starts to make dark marks across the thick paper. “ why are YOU here ? “ he asks, not looking up from his work.

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Time: Morning Practice Sessions Location: Training Room Status: Open

“Wow.” Topher let out a low whistle of mock appreciation, imitating a slow golfers clap as he watched on from the ‘peanut gallery’ section of the training bench. The picture of relaxed, cat-like idleness as he laid sprawled out across its length, feet dangling either side to touch the ground and sweatshirt bundled as a makeshift pillow. “I have to say I’m impressed. I might have actually go so far to say I underestimated you.” He tilted his head to the side, “I mean, admittedly, you kinda set the bar pretty low for yourself at the start, but you really brought your game towards the end. Not necessarily your A-game, or a game I doubt anyone would even want to play, but y’know, definitely some sort of game.”

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“ has anyone ever told you, you’re a JACKASS ? “ a smile threatens to seep into his voice. he doesn’t think he’ll ever be good at being angry. ( maybe if he could learn to give a damn about ANYTHING at all he could get actually genuinely angry, but lately he can’t find a stand in anything. ) he uses one hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, the other rises in a one-fingered salute as he walked towards topher. “ i’m just warming up. you make it a priority to ogle people trying to train in peace ? “ not quite what he was doing. more so trying to relieve the stress in his shoulders from getting shit sleep last night. but saying so isn’t quite as catchy as he wants, so he bluffs.

[jacexh]

While Maxwell had gained some control and didn’t morph into a large Raptor every now and then, the mutant still could use alot of work when it came to really having control over everything. Such as, manoeuvring through the wind at speeds with just his hawk wings out, his ‘partial’ transformation. This fine evening he was out, darting through the wind and flying low when he made a sharp turn only to find himself zeroing into an individual. He shrieks in alarm and re-directs his course at the last moment, crash-landing on the grassy plot. It hurt but atleast he voided slamming into someone. “S-sorry” he stammered, head craning while he grimaced, his left wing shaking.

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apollo feels a bit useless for not knowing. what good is PRECOGNITION if it doesn’t warn you away from flying probably-not-so-humans ? he doesn’t know, but found no warning in the time that it took maxwell to almost run into him. when he realizes that it’s just a boy, looking a lot younger than he is, but that might be the aura of pureness that radiates his pores, he trys to calm himself. apollo waves on a smile, looking over at him, trying to appear as unaffected and NOT-AT-ALL TOTALLY freaked out as possible. “ oh, it’s fine ! i get crashed into by people in the sky all the time. you’re totally fine. nice to meet you too, though. “

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Time: evening Location: grey hall kitchen Status: open to everyone

Senna hopped up onto the kitchen counter, legs swinging out under her. One hand clutched a mostly-full glass of water, the other spread out on the granite behind her for stability. “Do you think you’re a good person?” Her gaze was trained on the water in her glass, watching as it sloshed back and forth with the gentle rock of her body. She contemplated turning it into something more interesting, but her mind had been stretched to its limits in training, and god only knows what it would become if she tried.

“I mean, like, obviously we all want to think we are, unless you get off on that shit, but if morality is a scale 4 to 99 where do you think you fall?”

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he was only ever in their hall when he was visiting friends, but on due occasional, he did lurk around after hanging out with someone he’d lurk around. watch tv or sketch at their kitchen island if he was feeling productive. that’s exactly what he was doing when someone had PRESUMABLY begun speaking to him. his hand paused mid-stroke as he glanced up, eyes raking senna in no particular fashion. “ no, “ apollo says, too fast, and he means it. he might not love speaking of himself, but he has never been a liar.  when she speaks again, he takes his time to respond. “ maybe ten. a solid FIFTEEN, even. what of you ? “

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hey guys, i’m emily ! i’m fifteen years old, i run an rph, and i’m currently grounded ! i also go by s/he/y pronouns and live in est timezone. i really love the 100, shadowhunters, and many other gay tv shows such as sense8 & gotham. i’m going to be playing apollo ivers in this rp ( as well as some possible others in the future ). you can find more about him along with some wanted connections under the cut !

//: KEIYNAN LONSDALE, 18, cis male, he/him  //: APOLLO IVERS is enrolled at Xavier’s Institute for Higher Learning. the HIGH SCHOOL SENIOR has been at the school for FOUR YEARS and has earned a reputation for being MAGNANIMOUS and OBSTREPEROUS. what else could you expect from someone with PRECOGNITION? only time will tell if they join the revolution.

born to a running man & a not so nice lady, apollo was the outshined son who could never compare besides big brother pax. they lived in new orleans in a scary, scary hose at the end of the block.

people avoided their house because of the look originally, but once reputation spread, they did it for another reason as well.

dwelling on the inside of the house is five people. two children, pax and apollo. and three women. lucia ivers, along with two others.

the reasoning for them to be living with them was simple: they worked with the matriarch of the ivers family. they were all in business together. together they formed the ivers sisters, a team of psychic gals who would deal with your very future.

there were a few problems with this. firstly, they were not sisters. didn’t even look like it. secondly, they were not in any way, shape, nor form psychic.

they were liers of the worst type: convincing ones.

by the time apollo is born, a year after his brother, they are exceptionally popular. no one questions their legitimacy much at all. it’s not something apollo is proud of.

people at his school avoid him solely on namesake, but pax is beautiful and popular and first in his class and no one seems to remember about his mother much anyway.

apollo knows envy as a very good friend before he is even a teen.

when apollo is ten his powers manifest.

it takes him months to even understand what is happening to him, to come to terms with it much at all. it’s so ironic it makes him nauseous sometimes. doesn’t like to think about it all too hard.

he was cursed with the one thing his mother wanted more than anything in the world: precognition.

when he thought of true precognition, he thought it’d be visions: eyes turning white and pulling into the back of his head. it’s nothing like that.

it’s dreams and it’s pictures he doesn’t remember drawing and it’s thoughts that aren’t his and people that aren’t real.

and apollo is ashamed to admit it but sometimes when people ask what his ability is he lies and sometimes when they ask he just doesn’t tell. it’s just not something he likes to get into.

when apollo is fourteen, he says the wrong thing to one of the sisters. she says the same wrong thing to his mother. his mother goes ballistic.

she begs him to join the family buisness. he tells her he would rather die instead.

after that, she sends him off to xavier’s, someone else’s problem to deal with. a stain to forget, at least for a little while.

he fits in better than before as a boy with only a reputation as a bit of a slut and mess to uphold instead of a whole car of sequals.

apollo gets along with most people well, and the ones that he doesn’t get along with definitely know it. he’s expressive and hilarious and a nuisance to others. he may be a bit of a secret-keeper and a bit of a house on fire, but he’s certainly made it this far.

wanted connections !

exes ! ( & ohs ) he’s kind of, as the poets would say, out there. with a long trail of clothes behind him to follow, there’s bound to be some people he still knows, whether on good terms or not.

confidant ! he may keep a lot of secrets, but there’s surely one or two people he spills all with. this connection may compile with a few others, such as friends and good influence.

enemies ! it’s easy to hate such a loud and, frankly, annoying boy, especailly one with a continual expression of scrunched nose to bot.

other ! i’m always down for plotting either here or on discord. even without an idea, feel free to message me !