#character: three

[princejacque]

Things are gettin’ spooky over at The Academy

[goldenkid]

character introduction: impulse control gang

the impulse control gang is made up of the three kids who appear in the valley below the mountain, with no memories and a strange pull towards the summit... link here if you’re confused. it’s made up of nahida, tomas and three:

Nahida: her power is: lightning! lightning blasts! explosions! she finds herself the leader of the gang, but as her memories start to return she suspects there’s some bad things in her past... she’s strong but impulsive, electric (literally), good at making decisions in the moment but great at second guessing herself later. she has a big ol case of impostor syndrome, but she’s doing her best!

Three: his power is plants! more specifically controlling them, their growth, usually using them as weapons. a good fighter! very grumpy though, silent and closed off and definitely Not Part Of The Team. he’s the suspicious one, who hates the idea of being used as pawns in some greater scheme. three wants control, and there’s no way he’s gonna let himself be used.

Tomas: moral support, the backup guy and a stabilising element in this chaos trio. he’s there to help, and he cares about his teammates, his friends! his power is telepathy, mental communication - which causes some problems because as it turns out, tomas isn’t as calm as he seems: he’s repressing a whole load of freaky memories that have been shoved to the back of his mind. trouble is, the back of his mind is now open to the world, and he’s struggling to stop everything from devolving into chaos. he’s doing his best.

and that’s them!! i made an intro for the other three main characters here. now i can start posting about all my kids and people will have some context. ask to be added/removed to the tag list! @concerningwolves

[nervousnachoperfection-blog]

I hope that didn't happend

Im still in shock...is Six really dead?? I hope the is a miracle but i doubt it, poor five shw is pretty much alone, with only the android on her side and trust...because Ryo and Wexlr are not the perfect crew. Also it seems like three was enjoying being with Portia a little to much. I NEED a fourth season PLEASE!!!

[entireoranges-creativity]

[princejacque]

Three: Every time I see a post about updog I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help the poster complete their joke.

Two: Okay, but what’s updog ?

Ten: Updog is a long sausage in a bun often served with ketchup, mustard, onion, and/or relish.

Four: No, that’s a hotdog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Five: You’re thinking of update. Updog is when you end a sentence with a rising intonation.

Two: No, that’s uptalk. You’re thinking of the fourth-largest city in Sweden.

Six: surely that’s Uppsala, whereas Updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

One: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Ten: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Seven: No, that’s an updraft. Updog isn’t a noun at all, it’s a verb; it basically means to chew someone out, or harshly lecture them.

Nine: No, that’s upbraid. An updog is a small dog that likes cuddling on people’s laps.

Eleven: No, that’s a puppydog. An updog is when the Mets win.

Eight: No, that’s an upset. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Twelve: What’s a henway?

Three: Oh, about 5 pounds.

[princejacque]

Ms. Boucher: Alright, class, how about we go around the room and describe ourselves in one sentence, yes?

One: I have done nothing wrong in my life, ever.

Two: I hate capitalism.

Three: I'm legally changing my name to Coolkid McGee.

Four: I crave mischief.

Five: My hobby is painting but without the "ting".

Six: Sometimes you gotta romance the Eldritch Abomination.

Seven: number fifteen burger king foot lettuce the last thing you

Eight: Life is soup but I am fork.

Nine: I honestly don't know how I'm still alive but I must be doing something right.

Ten: Fuck.

Eleven: The fact that people can perceive and hear me is mortifying.

Twelve: I'm punk and I cried.