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[firstclassmutants]

Altair McCormick accepted.

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Character Name: Altair McCormick

Faceclaim: Carey Mulligan

Sexual Orientation: questioning

Age: 18

Alliance (X-men/Brotherhood/Human/Rogue): Rogue

Power (it’s limits, use and proficiency): 

Carey's power is shapeshifting. She's limited to only certain parts of her body. Or changing her appearence to that of another person. She cannot change into an animal. However, she can change her nose into a pig snout. If that makes any sense. The quality of her shifting is uncanny. However, to pull of faking another person, she cannot speak. For her voice remains her own no matter what. 

If Teacher at the school then subject: NO)-;

Short Bio( two paragraph minimum about personality and background): When Altair was born, her mother passed away during birth. Before leaving, her father told the doctor that Altair was a mistake and was to be left on the streets. Pegging the man insane, he was sent to months of therapy. Telling the therapists his daughter was destined to be a monster. Although Altair never met her father, she dreams of seeing his smile as she was born. Truthfully he never smiled at her. Only yelled in fear. 

Altair was placed in a foster home where she stayed for a couple years. She grew up without friends, even if many people tried to befriend her. Altair was always mentioned as a beautiful, friendly, happy child. But she preferred to stay alone and color in her notepad. A few times she ditched school to walk around town. She could never be found unless she wanted to. She came to term with her powers early in age, giving her an advantage. If being chased she simply changed her nose and hair color to confuse whoever tried to find her. Though she deals with abandonment issues, Altair is a loving girl who cares for everyone. She never cares for herself.

Writing Sample (two paragraph minimum): Being nice sometimes had its downfall. Altair had been asked to attend the home and school for Mutants like herself. At first she thought she might be welcomed into this new place. But as the day got closer, her anxiety grew and grew. It’s okay, Altair. If things go wrong, change your appearance and hide. She told herself. She doubted that would work. Surely the others there could see right through her mediocre powers. 

Her foster parents had no clue about her. All they knew was that Altair was accepted into a boarding school. Altair was scared to death. She thought numbly of her mother, searching blindly for her strength. Surely her mother was like her. Why else would her father have ran off? He didn’t know what do to. Truthfully, Altair didn’t blame him. She wished she could run off. 

The RPer

Your name: Rose

Age: 16

Timezone: GMT -5

Availability (how often you can be online): Always! (-: MISFITS

[firstclassmutants]

Reese Logans accepted.

Please send link.Character Name: Reese Logans

Faceclaim: Martin Johnson

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Age: 18

Alliance (X-men/Brotherhood/Human/Rogue): Rogue

Power (it’s limits, use and proficiency): Bone Manipulation. The ability to grow his bones out of his skin and use them as weapons, or armor. He can't break any bones, cause they just repair themselves. The only problem is it takes quiet a while, maybe 5 minutes or so, to extend/grow the bones, giving the enemy a lot of time to counter attack. He can grow out multiple layers of bones, making his defense strong, but when it comes to offense, if he just grows out his arm bone into claws, or a spear, it works just like a sword or blunt object, making his offense normal, nothing too special.

If Teacher at the school then subject: N/A

Short Bio( two paragraph minimum about personality and background): Reese is not the boy you want to bring home to your parents. Unless of course, you’re trying to piss them off. Reese is a loud mouthed New Yorker and player, who has absolutely no self control when it comes to his behavior. With that being said, he doesn’t have much regard for girls’ feelings either. Girls are just pawns in his life’s game of chess. Yet, chicks can’t seem to stop lining up, knowing what’s in store for them. In some cases, it’s almost as if the girls are using him. Some guys call him a jackass, others a hero. But your words are the last thing that will get to Reese Logans. In fact the only thing that gets him riled up, is not getting what he wants. He does whatever he wants, and gets whatever he desires, and you better hope you’re not the person that gets in the way of it.

He found about his powers when he began high school. Afraid of losing his popularity status, he kept it a secret from everyone, even his parents. The only person he ever told was his older sister. His sister was actually the only person he was nice to, and respected. He loved his sister more than anything, and would go to great lengths to protect her. One night she came home crying about a bad breakup with her boyfriend, whom Reese never liked, and he became furious. He stormed out, with his sister not far behind, to the boy’s house, and used his powers to kill him. His sister was horrified, and immediately notified their parents. Soon the whole town found out, and nobody wanted to talk to Reese, not even his permanently traumatized sister. You could guess nobody’s parents wanted him in town anymore. Consequently, his parents sent him far away to boot camp. He killed a guard using his powers in attempt to escape, but was caught. Now aware of his powers, the bootcamp sent him to this academy, to protect the other students, and in hope that being around other mutants like himself would fix this seemingly incorrigible boy. Reese is constantly at battle with his subconscious. He tries his best to suppress the memories of his past life, and the family and friends that never really cared about him, but he can’t control his recurring dreams of that fateful night, and his unforgiving sister. His method of struggling with guilt includes binge-drinking, partying, drugs, meaningless sex, and having an utter lack of respect and compassion for any one around him. His rough past has built him an impenetrable, icy exterior, and though he’d never admit this, all Reese really wants is to feel loved, and cared about, and to find a place where he really belongs and doesn’t have to hide himself under this bad-boy facade. And perhaps to see his sister again, and reconcile; find and become the man he was always meant to be. He resents his powers for causing so much trouble to him, He's a rogue mutant mostly because he isn't much of a team player, and doesn't care enough to be a part of the X-Men or the Brotherhood.

Writing Sample (two paragraph minimum):

 “Great.” Eve said, pushing the wheelchair out of the room before Anna could even protest. Quickly, Eve pushed by all the students of Beaumont who hung out in the hallways of their dorms.

“Move, I’m transporting a fucking cripple, holy shit, get some morals. She’ll never walk again.” Eve yelped, and pushed on by.

“See Anna,” Eve began, “That’s how you get your way. You need to be an assertive bitch.”

Eve continued rolling on until they hit the elevator. She pressed the very top floor and waited about 30 seconds until she heard the ding of the elevator. She wheeled Anna out and perched her angled toward the nicest view of Beaumont.

“People don’t like me.” Eve said sadly, “Only because they think I’m some homewrecker.”

She pulled out a small bag of pot, ground up and ready. She ripped open her blunt wrap pack, and pulled out a sleek watermelon flavored sheet.

“I’m not.” Eve said, beginning to roll the joint, “I do it because I feel bad about myself in general. I crave attention. I like the feel wanted.”

Eve finished the blunt and put a lighter up to it. She inhaled the illegal smoke and breathed slightly.

“It gets lonely.” She said, passing Anna the blunt.  

The RPer

Your name: Anna

Age: 14

Timezone: EST (NJ)

Availability (how often you can be online): 2 or 3 times a week at least

[firstclassmutants]

Casey Wyatt accepted

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Character Name: Casey Wyatt

FaceCharacter: Chord Overstreet

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Character age: 19

Alliance: Rogue

Mutation: Probability Manipulation. Ability to alter probability, causing unlikely things to happen or likely things not to happen. The user can cause random unlikely events to occur more often, and liable events to not happen. Requires mental concentration, the larger the probability change, the more draining it will be. 

BIO:

Before his mutation Casey was an average honor student raised by ultra conservative parents in Houston. Casey’s father is a well-known Baptist minister and his mother a former Ms. Texas. Casey’s older brother Michael is the captain of the football team. Because of his family’s achievements Casey fell back into the shadows and felt as though nothing he did was ever good enough, especially since his parents (like the rest of Texas) are huge football fanatics.

 Casey was a kind-hearted, socially awkward, closeted, introvert, in school he had a few friends, and he never really spoke to anyone else unless spoken to first.  His sexuality made it very difficult for him to be close to his family. At 16 Casey’s father kicked him after catching him fooling around with his current boyfriend, this occurrence made his mutation manifest. Casey got hit with a very bad migraine and he mentally knocked everyone is home unconscious. (He’s never shown any signs of being able to do this again) After his ability manifested Casey hitched hiked his way to Vegas. There he used his ability to scam hundreds and hundreds of people. He soon became very vain, arrogant, and self-absorbed. Although has harder exterior, Casey’s still remains that kind-hearted, socially-awkward kid inside.

Sample:

RedHot Cherries” read the glowing neon sign outside the new gay bar. The bar was swarmed with all the local gays grabbing on anything and everything and there sat Casey. He looked down on all of them; he knew he was superior to all of them in every way. He looked around trying to find someone that catches his eye, nothing. He sipped his drink contemplating on how to spend the rest of his time in this godforsaken club. “Not interested” Casey got out before a nice looking guy was even able to say hi. “It’s the same thing every day no one understands me. Am I really the only special one here?” Casey thought to himself.

Casey decided to do a quick mind scan on the guys in the bar “Married, crabs, crabs, herpies… Ughhh this is so boring” Casey made his way out of the over-crowded, over-rated club. Outside Casey ran into an awkward girl who looked worried, almost scared. Casey quickly read her mind to find that she herself was a mutant as well. “You’re a mutant?!” Casey said telepathically. Jamie skittishly looked around “Was that you?” she asked. “You’re like me…” Casey said, hoping she didn’t run away. Jamie slowly stepped back nodding yes, “Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just like you” Casey replied reassuringly.  Jamie’s glance shifted between Casey and the people carelessly walking by. Casey tired of her distance and decides that the girl was too much trouble and left her standing near the blaring club.

Justin

18

Eastern standard time

(Disclaimer: McRae told me i could use Jaime in my sample)

[firstclassmutants]

Jamie Stevenson accepted

Please send link.The Character Face Claim: Emily Browning Character Name: Jamie Stevenson Age: 19

Alliance: Rouge (for now?) Alias: The Piper Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Power: Animation. Jaime is able to control inanimate objects. Her powers, so far, are limited to medium sized objects. The larger the object the more concentration and energy she needs.   

  Background information: Raised by her distant aunt after her mother died when she was 8, and never knowing who her father was, Jamie has always felt displaced. Her aunt, who had three of her own children to watch over, left Jamie to her own devises most of the time, it was during this time alone when she was 12 that she accidentally willed a book to come to her. She kept her mutation a secret, feeling that it would make her more out of place than she already felt there.  She left her aunt’s home right after she turned 17. She keeps a small leather bound book of poetry her mother would read to her before she died with her at all times. For almost two years Jamie simply wandered around from place to place trying to find home, somewhere where she feels wanted.

Personality: Jamie is quite standoffish and keeps to herself most of the time, or just observing the people around her. She’s usually uncomfortable in social settings, but she’s been getting better at interacting with people. She also has a habit of being very blunt and lacks social graces. Sometimes people misinterpret it as bitchiness, but Jamie means well. When someone does take interest in her, she tries her hardest to say the right things, but usually she ends up embarrassing herself.

Jamie is an avid reader. During her two years of traveling, she would buy the first book she saw at local used-books stored. She also has a habit of using her powers absent-mindedly, especially for small items, which has shocked some of the people she has met on her travels. 

Sample of writing:

Welcome to Dove Creek, Colorado, the sign read. It was old and decrepit looking, the once golden paint, looked dingy and brown, and was peeling off around the edges. Jamie looked over at the man in the driver’s seat; he picked her up sixty miles back. His mousy brown hair cropped short and messy, like he bad just rolled out of bed. His green and black plaid flannel rolled up to his elbows, bits of his forearm still covered in grease. His nail beds caked in the black substance .She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, “You’re a mechanic.” she observed. His eyes flashed to her then back to the road again, he smiled, “That’s right, eight years now.” His eyes flashed over to her again. She was absentmindedly playing with a loose curl. “So,” he began, “What’s a young girl like you hitchhiking? It’s dangerous thing for a young girl to be doing. Especially such a,” he licked his lips, “pretty girl, like yourself.” She looked down at her lap, heat rushing to her cheeks, “I would appreciate you would keep such comments to yourself…. It creates an uncomfortable atmosphere.” The man turned quickly turned his head to look at her, eyes wide, “Uncomfortable? You’ve said three things this whole time.” He looked at her waiting for a response. “You really should watch the road. It’s quite hazardous if you don’t” she commented in a matter-of-fact voice.

He slammed of the breaks; she had barely enough time to brace her hands against the dash. “Out!” She looked at him and blinked twice. “Oh.” She said sounding slightly surprised, “You mean now.” He glared. Taking no notice of this Jamie opened the car door and retrieved her worn hiker’s backpack from the bed of the pick-up. Just as she was about to close the door, she stopped for a moment and made a “come here” gesture with her hand, a small leather bound book floated up towards her. “Can’t leave this.” The man stared, mouth agape. Before she could even shut the door, he sped off.  She watched as the car fled down the narrow road. What had she said this time? She began to mull over the conversation again. Maybe should shouldn’t have mentioned being uncomfortable. She turned about to look at her newest town, Dove Creek.

After wandering around for an hour she found a small book store. When she entered she was immediately hit with the scent of must. She wrinkled her nose and walked over to a random shelf she pulled out a bright green book. She looked at the cover, on it was a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes smiling, the cover read, “Ten Steps to a Better You.” She furrowed her brow, the book looked shallow and boring but she decided to keep with her tradition and buy it anyways. She walked over to the counter and put the book down. The elderly lady behind the counter smiled at her, “Find everything okay deary?” Reaching into her back pocket she pulled out a small coin purse, “No.” she answered, “I wasn’t looking, it was a random selection.”  The old lay frowned, “Well if there’s any way I could help. I’ll be sure to.” Jamie shrugged as she placed a dollar on the counter, “You could buy some air freshener.” 

Yourself Name: McRae Age: 17 Time zone: EST How active would you be: at least 4-5 days a week

[firstclassmutants]

Jasmine Vaillencourt accepted.

Please send link.Character Name: Jasmine Vaillencourt

Faceclaim: Diana Agron

Sexual Orientation: Bicurious

Age: 19

Alliance: Rouge

Power: Mutation: Mediumship. Jasmine has the ability to communicate with the dead and ask them to do her bidding. She can allow the spirit to enter her body and talk to other people, but has little control over it. She has, on multiple occasions, ended up involuntarily possessed. And when asking the dead to do her bidding the spirits ignore her more often then not. Jasmine can also see the spirits, but the visions disturb her and she does her best to ignore what she sees. 

Short Bio:

There was always a certain terror that came with being able to see the dead. There were times, when she was much, much younger, that Jasmine would talk to the dead as if they were normal people. Jasmine treated the people that only she saw as she would treat anyone else. She was kind to them, loving, helpful. Jasmine wanted to help these lost souls move on, she didn’t want them to be stuck alone in the world of the living. But that was before the spirits started taking over her body. With out warning, or consent on her part, Jasmine would feel herself being pushed out of her own body, being cast aside to watch as her body moved with out her control. The experience was terrifying, and it wasn’t long before the spirits that were taking over her body drove everyone away, and Jasmine was alone. 

It wasn’t long until Jasmine found another ability of hers; she could ask the spirits to do anything she wanted. But that didn’t mean that they would listen to her. Most of the time, when she asks something of a spirit, Jasmine is laughed at and told to get better control over her powers. However, the ridicule of the dead didn’t stop Jasmine from trying and testing her gifts. 

Dreams and thoughts of the dead haunt Jasmine often. She can’t seem to escape the spirits, even when she’s asleep. All of the dreams have left Jasmine with a fear of sleeping, as strange as it sounds. 

Over all Jasmine has a delicate and sweet look about her, it’s a quality she likes to use to it’s fullest. She wants people to think that she can’t defend herself when she actually can. Jasmine makes sure that she gets along with everyone that she can, but that doesn’t mean that she wont lash out at certain people. She gets along best with the people who believe that she’s weak and needs to be taken care of. 

Writing Sample:

Walking from the door to his bed, Jason sighed. If he decided to leave now, he would be undoubtably early. On the other hand, if he stayed he would be late; and there for he would be ‘typical Jason’. Jason took a moment to collect him self. This wasn’t like him; he was never nervous, especially around girls. So why was Abby still different from him? Abby always seemed to be different for him. With out saying a word to his new roommate, Jason turned to the door a final time and yanked it open. He knew in the back of his mind that if he didn’t leave now he would end up regretting. Being early, for once in his life, would show that he had changed. If there was one thing that he wanted to prove with this meeting, it was that he was different. 

Walking briskly to the place that he had chosen, just in front of the woods and near the Nyx house, Jason tried to sum his feelings up into a single, solid thought. When Abby and he had broken up it was like losing a best friend. Possibly even worse. One of the times that Abby had needed him to be there the most, he had failed her. There was a time when Abby could, and would, tell Jason everything. When the two were close enough that it was nearly impossible to tell if they were dating or just best friends. But in just a short period of time, Jason had ruined that. He had ruined them. Jason could feel his usual cocky grin dropping from his face as he thought of the past before the sound of an approaching person shook him from his thoughts. Quickly, plastering a smirk onto his face, he turned. “Abby.” he said simply, his voice seemed to be failing him. 

The RPer

Your name: Caitlyn

Age: 16

Timezone: uhhhh. idek i think its central. 

Availability: a lot~

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Liam Abernathy accepted

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Character Name: Liam Abernathy

Faceclaim: Jensen Ackles

Sexual Orientation: Open/Has no preference

Age: 21

Alliance He’d like to say neutral as he never liked to pick sides, however Liam has a tendency to lean towards Brotherhood beliefs as he would do anything to be a free man and to be treated as an equal among society.  I will still classify him as rogue/neutral however.

Power (it’s limits, use and proficiency): Liam possesses the power of invulnerability. Meaning, he is immune to all forms of  physical damage. He is unable to feel physical pain, is never seen bleeding from physical injuries, nor can he suffer loss of limb. However he is highly susceptible to internal damage such as poisons or mental based powers. 

Basically he can take a whole lot of kicking, and requires proper training in self-defense to be able to use this gift to the best of his ability.

If Teacher at the school then subject: Not a teacher.

Short Bio( two paragraph minimum about personality and background):

Born and raised in Dallas, Texas as the oldest boy in a family of four to two loving parents. Liam has always been good natured and fun loving; if a tad slow on the uptake of things. His sense of right and wrong has always been blurred, even from a young age and often lacked the ability to grasp another’s discomfort when he got in their personal space. Most of the time he was well liked by his peers and had a wonderful attendance record, which balanced out his rather poor grades nicely. Between his home life and public life he had a good childhood, due largely in fact to the point that he rarely ever fell ill since he was a young child.

In fact, since reaching the age of six he never seemed to bruise, get the sniffles, or a cough. His parents however, thought nothing of it and simply believed him to be a lucky boy. Liam enjoyed sports in his teen years and proved to be quite talented at them before enrolling on several of the school’s teams. Yearning to perhaps enlist in the military or seek employment at the local fire department once he finished high school, he liked to help people and it wasn’t until the anti-mutant campaign rolled into his neighborhood did he start to feel like he might not just be lucky after all.

As he watched the footage on the television, and was told the stories from the paper he felt an internal panic start to awaken within himself. Retreating to his room with one of the steak knives from the kitchen he spent a good couple of hours preparing himself for the moment of the truth, finding out if he really was human or not. He wasn’t sure he could accept it if he wasn’t but when the sharp blade left not a mark on his skin, no matter where he tried on his body it dawned on him that he was one of the beings his neighbors and family hated and feared. Why? Why did it matter that he was like this, it wasn’t as though he could harm anyone with this so the following night at dinner he shared the news with his family, followed by a short demonstration to prove it.

Expecting acceptance and reassurance that he was still their son and brother, and part of him thinking this would be a definite help for if he joined the army. Instead he was cast out of his home and branded locally as a mutant. His so called friends wouldn’t see him, his girlfriend refused to even acknowledge previous plans the two had to live together after high school. Truly at a loss for what to do with himself, emotionally confused, he didn’t want to wait around for the anti-mutant group to descend upon him. He waited until he was able to sneak back into his house to collect some of his belongings before he set out, he only wanted his old life back and couldn’t understand what was so wrong about his ability when he’d seen the other mutants on the television. He was nothing like them…was he?

  Writing Sample (two paragraph minimum): Just what do you expect to do with yourself now? A soft voice cooed up from the back of his mind causing him to remove his baseball cap and run a hand through his hair, truly he hadn’t though much past getting to the subway. However as he sat on the low bench, replacing his cap back upon his head it dawned on him just how fucked he was. He wasn’t rolling in dough and he spared a moment to check just how much money he had on him. At the grand ol’ age at seventeen he was royally fucked straight of the ass on this front as he had a grand total of twelve bucks tucked haphazardly in his wallet and, a movie stub to….he squinted at the title. Well, he couldn’t tell because Gary had drawn a dick on it, so he crumpled it up and tossed it into the nearest garbage can before making sure his wallet and all his money in the world was tucked away into his jacket.

First of all, he needed a place to stay and as charming as Gary was, Liam doubted his best pal would let a mutant bunk with him. No one in his town was all too keen on the unnatural, well Gary might be but it was too late to show up there now. He’d just gotten to the subway station, with a pause he wondered how much longer he could milk the use of his phone and patted his jeans down for the device before fishing it out of his pocket to find that he had several dozen missed calls and messages.

Several were from Gary, Pam was ignoring him. Figures, hope that necklace he got her choked her. He hastily scrolled through the numerous messages from Gary, most were angry at him for not saying something sooner-to which Liam could say he hadn’t known but it didn’t work in the movies so it wouldn’t work here. Gary wanted to know what happened with his folks, as he bit his lip and began to respond he was about to hit send when his phone oh-so-kindly messaged him to tell him that his service with cell provided had been terminated, and for him to have a nice day.

Letting out a loud curse, without even thinking he whipped the phone away from himself where it shattered into several dozen pieces. Liam stared at it for several moments, not entirely processing what he had been stupid enough to do. “Oh for…” he groaned and pulled his hat brim down low.

He couldn’t believe he had just done that. On top of being homeless, dirt poor, and a mutant he needed a new phone.

Four years later and Liam Abernathy still needed a new phone.

  The RPer

Your name: Dresden

Age: 18

Timezone: EST

Availability (how often you can be online):  I am only daily, generally in the afternoons and evenings.

[firstclassmutants]

Violet Summers accepted

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Character Name: Violet Summers Faceclaim: Kristen Stewart Sexual Orientation: Asexual  Age: 19  Alliance (X-men/Brotherhood/Human/Rogue): Rogue Power (it’s limits, use and proficiency): Kills on touch. If anyone touches her skin they die instantly and painlessly. She hasn't found a way to stop it but she doesn't want to.  Short Bio( two paragraph minimum about personality and background): Violet was born in New York to two very rich, very caring parents. It didn't take long for her to realise she was a psychopath and therefore it didn't take long for her to learn how to hide it. She doesn't care for anyone else and therefore assumes she's asexual, not like she could have a relationship like that anyway.  At school she was the popular one, her charm, intelligence and beauty drawing in friends. However, when she discovered her ability when she killed her closest friend, she had to run. She has been on the run ever since using her very full bank account to stay in various hotels.  Writing Sample (two paragraph minimum): Violet woke up in the warm hotel suite. Her breakfast was sitting next to her on the side table still warm. She got up and walked to the blinds opening them to the picturesque view of the Statue of Liberty. She smiled and then picked up her breakfast taking it out into the terrace.  She finished quickly and called for the porter to come and fetch her breakfast. In the meantime she had a shower, not too warm, the cold feeling when you step out was not one of Violets favourite things do she tended to avoid it. She stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around herself and then Wales out of the bathroom into the waiter. The young mans eyes bulged as he fell backwards dropping the plate. Violet rolled her eyes. She dragged the man to the balcony and dropped him over the edge. Such a shame for a man that young to have to commit suicide. It would mean she'd have to switch Hotels again. What an inconvenience.  The RPer Your name: Perrine Age: 16 Timezone: GMT Availability (how often you can be online): Hopefully every night

[firstclassmutants]

Amanda Deadmen Accepted

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Character Name: Amanda Deadmen

Faceclaim: Sophia Bush

Sexual Orientation: She's straight but can fall for a girl.

Age:18

Alliance (X-men/Brotherhood/Human/Rogue): Rogue

Power (it’s limits, use and proficiency): Telekinesis. She's just a beginner but she can move light objects. Use: To move Objects. The heaviest she would ever be able to summon at her full powers is probebly the size of a person.

Short Bio( two paragraph minimum about personality and background):

Amanda deadman is terribly fragile. Her parent’s turned their backs on her when she was sixteen, She loved them with all that she had inside of her so she was never able to recover from the loss. They said goodbye to her because she was mutant and they couldn’t handle that. With no where to go she was forced to live on the streets, Meeting her best friend (It would probs be a good idea to make up a character here) it wasn’t long before they left her too. She had never had someone truly love her the was she had loved them. Through all the losses she has still not managed to loss heart, Her naiveness still going strong. She bottles this pain up by putting on a smile, pretending things are just fine and just continuing to laugh at the little things. The chances of her finding someone to love her are very slim but she’s not going to let that hold her down. After all a smile is a beautiful mask.

Writing Sample (two paragraph minimum):

Will started playing with the blanket. picking off the little fluff balls to try and avoid answering questions about him. One thing that no one knew, not even his closest friends like Abby. Okay, so maybe it was easy to figure out by watching him but it wasn’t really public knowledge. Will hated talking about himself, absolutely hated it.

He’d rather talk about the other person or surface topic. Need him and he was there in an instant but expect him to talk about his problems and he clamed up. It wasn’t because he didn’t need people, He needed his friends. but he didn’t know how to talk about his problems. Plus he always had this secret fear in the back of his head that if he let people in, they would see would a loser he actually was and leave him. He couldn’t deal with that possibility.

So he went with the easy answer, the simple one. “Well, I’ve missed you. It’s not the same without you around the dorm but me personally? I’ve been… I’ve been good”

Will laughed lightly at her next comment. Letting his head fall into his hand as he laughed. “Dear lord, we have the most disturbed humor. Laughing at things that other people would cringe at” He shook his head amused. “Yeah we got it going on”

Will listened to her wishes. “Well you know, As a infirmary assistant I would say releasing you early would be a bad mistake. But as your friend well… we should get into trouble. When your in less pain maybe we can sneak off somewhere” When Abby was finally able to actually move maybe, hopefully her will and Matt could go on a misadventure around town.

Okay, Will needed a second to digest that info. Abby’s sorry? for what? Will’s a smart guy but he really couldn’t figure that one out. His head went back in a shock for a second and he couldn’t speak because he had no idea what to say “Uh.. you’re sorry? for what? I don’t even know how to begin to understand. I must of missed that part where you did something wrong”

The RPer

You have a shrine to me, The Name's Amy savage.

Your name: wat. um, Amy?

Age: 16

Timezone: pacific

Availability (how often you can be online): eh, around once a day.