We Could be Heroes (Sexy High School Superheroes) Recruiting thru Friday Night

[Juggtacular]

No problem. And thanks, love a good challenge.

As for the flaw, no problem. I can come up with something else. Might not have an idea till later tonight or sometime tomorrow, but I'll figure something out. XD

[assleigh]

Happy to hear that... Honestly it would be 'unique' to have a character with wealth and no mental issues.... That's why I'd rather see you play to type rather then take a left turn into the Batman-verse. So think rich boy "problems" ... Hell even "Low Self Esteem: he believes people only like him because of the money he spends like water, the parties he throws and the car he drives" it'd flesh him out and have him want people to like him but all he knows is how to 'buy' them...

[Juggtacular]

Hmmm. I actually might use that.

[Paladin of Lust]

Go ahead if you want to. That's the thing about our GM. She comes up with all these crazy good ideas and we end up stealing them for our own use. xD

But really, go ahead. I see there're a few other people interested, hoping to see their profiles soon too.

[Sephora]

Writing up my own jock girl character now! 

[Paladin of Lust]

Great! We're looking forward to seeing her! ^_^

[Juggtacular]

Go ahead if you want to. That's the thing about our GM. She comes up with all these crazy good ideas and we end up stealing them for our own use. xD

But really, go ahead. I see there're a few other people interested, hoping to see their profiles soon too.

It's only stealing if she doesn't give consent for me to use it.  ;D

[assleigh]

I believe that stealing is a form of flattery :) So go for it

Also, I've a few things I want to know about Dontae:

• What Sport(s) does he excel at?
• Is he the Captain of any team?
• What clubs/school activities does he participate in?
• Will he be NPCing his siblings and parents (no powers for them) or will he need me to?
• Why does he smoke pot?

[Juggtacular]

1. He's a natural athlete so he can pick up most of them after a bit, but his two main sports are football and basketball.

2. Football Team Captain. He's not the Captain of the B-Ball team, but he is the Point Guard, and they usually call plays on the floor, etc... So he'll have some team respect from that.

3. Poetry Club, any club to do with Japan or Asia, and probably anything to do with music, especially if it's like editing or studio work.

4. I can NPC them if necessary. They won't be around so much that 5 people will be difficult.

5. He always saw people smoking weed, and he had friends who smoked, etc, etc... One day he asked his dad if he could, just to try it out. And his dad told him that he'd rather his first time be in a controlled environment. So he smoked with his dad, got blazed, and he's been smoking ever since. He likes the way it makes him feel, and it relaxes him. Let's him forget his troubles for a while and not worry about anything. Plus no harmful side effects...aside from a massive appetite and lethargy.

[Juggtacular]

Also, edit's to the Flaw and backstory have been made.

[Sephora]

Here is my character rough draft! :)

NAME: Maya Morales

AGE: 17

SEX: Female

APPEARANCE: She is about 6'0, which places her front and center in the, 'tall woman' category. Thanks to a healthy diet and a nonstop work-out regime, every inch of her is muscle.  She has dark brown eyes that match her hair, and a tan complexion that would probably still be present even if she didn't spend all her time outdoors.  Despite the killer body, Maya can typically be caught in hand-me-downs from her older sister's,work-out clothes, or designer duds bestowed on her by kinder and more fashionable friends.   

ORIENTATION: Straight

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

TYPE: Jock

POWER THEME: Weather Manipulation

FLAW: She is dyslexic and almost failing in every single subject.  Since her freshman year she's been struggling with her studies, and is constantly faced with the threat of being forced off the track team.  The only reason she hasn't been forced out already is because her coach has advocated on her behalf more times than she can count.   She is also desperate to prove herself.  All of her accomplishments thus far have already been achieved by her older siblings.  She would give something-anything- to separate herself from the pack. 

REPUTATION: 

BIOGRAPHY:  She was born and raised in California, as were her four older brothers and two older sisters.  Her parents immigrated to the United States after they were married, whereupon they automatically began their fight to achieve, "The American Dream".  They truly felt that they achieved this after the birth of their first daughter (Maya's older sister Rosia) when Maya's father was finally able to open his own Auto-shop.  The shop where two of Maya's four brothers now work.  Being the youngest in a family of nine, Maya's home life, while always warm, was a little chaotic.  She'd been able to relate to home alone a little too well when she was a kid, and had more than one story about accidentally being left behind at the mall (only for her mother to rush back six minutes later, kissing her cheeks and yelling at her for not staying close by).  So while Maya has fully experienced a loving household, she can't actually remember the last time her parent's had attended a parent-teacher conference.  And while her parents mean well (yelling at her and informing her that she was grounded when she was caught breaking curfew) she couldn't actually remember the last time they followed through on any of the punishments she was due for.  (Note: With such a huge family I will totally take responsibility for npcing them when necessary. ))

While no means poor, it was made very clear to Maya early on that the only way she was going to get to college was through a scholarship.  Fortunately, just like almost every other member of the Morales clan, Maya was gifted in the physical arts. 

No one could run like Maya could. 

She started breaking records in her grade in the seventh grade, and she hasn't stopped since.  She made junior varsity in her freshman year, and now that she is a Junior she is the best member the varsity track team has.  Everything should be going perfectly for the young woman, if it weren't for the fact that Maya was also arguably one of the worst students at Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson.

Every child in the Morales family was an Athlete (Except for Michael, but every family had their black sheep)  and every one of them had attended Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson.  Nearly every trophy in the glass cases of the high school are present are thanks to a Morales, and quite a few of them have the last name written on the inscription.  Maya was no different, winning more than one championship on behalf of her school.  However, rather than be awash with acclaim for her action, the people around her seemed to react as though Maya's victories were something to be expected, rather than rewarded.  She was a champion athlete, but was unable to stand out after coming from a family full of champion athletes.   Maya should be proud of the fact that she was captain of the track team, and an active member of the girl's basketball team. Instead she was was too busy trying to escape from the shadow of her sibling's success. 

Maya's siblings and their accomplishments in order:
Michael: Age 28,  the only nonathletic member of the Morales clan, and their first college graduate.  Became a Doctor and is currently in Kenya working for Doctors without Borders.
Rosia: Age 25, fencing champion in high school, got a full ride to college and became a nutritionist. 
Bruno: Age 23, Lucas's twin, Linebacker in High school.  He is a line backer for the Oakland Raiders. 
Lucas: Age 23, Bruno's twin, linebacker in High school.  Broke his leg in college and currently works as a mechanic at the Morales Auto Repair shop.
Valentina: Age 21, track star and pole vaulter in high school.  She is living with her husband in Los Angeles.  She is currently trying to find work as an actress.
Luis:  Age 20, basketball and soccer champ in high school, dropped out of Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson to go to vocational school.  He is currently working as a mechanic at the Morales Auto Repair shop. 

Scenario 1:

The clock kept ticking.

Had the clock always been that loud?  She could hear the ticking from the other side of the room. It was too distracting!  How was she supposed to focus on math when that damn clock kept catching her attention.  The clock, and the gym class outside.  She could see them from her seat by the window.  They were playing soccer, and it looked like they were having a good time.   She should be out there.  She'd be running circles around everyone else, kicking the ball through some lazy-bones legs and straight into the net.  Maybe she'd add a bit of pizzazz and make it a sliding kick.  Her team would cheer, the coach would give her a grin, and she would be a champion.  The champion. 

The clock kept ticking.

She tugs her dark brown hair out of it's ponytail before quickly pulling it back into one again, all while staring down at the numbers on the page in front of her.  She wasn't the champion right now.  She wasn't anything right now.  How was she supposed to know what that symbol meant?  Had they learned that symbol?  She glances up from her test to glance at the teacher and the other students.  Everyone looked really focused, all of them scribbling the answers down like it was the most obvious thing in the world.  Mr. McDowd-the bastard- was sitting at his desk, but glanced up when he felt her gaze on him.  Instantly she looked back down at her paper. 

She might as well have been taking the test in greek.  The class was half over, and she'd only answered six of the twenty questions on the exam.  She couldn't fail another test.  Coach would kill her if she bombed another one.  But what was she supposed to do?  It wasn't like she could study.  She didn't even know how to study for a math test.  Tugging at the edge of the designer brand skirt she'd been lucky enough to borrow from one of her richer friends, Maya tries to remember just what a pythagorean theorem was.   

The clock kept ticking.

By the time class was over, Maya had successfully finished fifteen of the twenty questions.  She'd be lucky to get eight of them right.  She hadn't cheated, though the opportunity had been present.  She knew the right people, she could have figured something out.  But she hadn't done it.  Why hadn't she done it?  If she'd just gotten herself a cheat sheet, she could have given her curve a huge bump in the right direction.  Why hadn't she done it?

The bell rings, and Maya was out of her desk and in the hall before most of her peers had risen from their desks.  Fleeing into the bathroom and finding privacy in one of the stalls, Maya sits on the sits on the toilet sit.  Covering her face in her hands, Maya fights the tears that threatened to fall.  Why wouldn't she just fucking cheat? 


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Scenario 3

Sitting at the kitchen table with her mother and father, Maya smiles eagerly as she shows the pair the ski trip flier and consent form.  "I can go, right?"  She hadn't been able to go last year: punishment from the school for horribly bad grades.  But her G.P.A was a tiny bit higher this time around, so she was free from the ban she'd been placed under last time around.  "Everyone else has gotten to go." She was speaking about every other Morales child.  The Morales family wasn't flush with extra money, but their children had never wanted when it came to things like this.

"Ahh, it's disgusting how much money this school takes from us.  Public school is supposed to be free!  But they catch us with things like this, it's ridiculous."  Her Father bemoans even as he begins to write a check to the school.  "They should stop taking you kids on such extravagant trips.  What does skiing have to do with your education, huh? You should skip it." He complains as he writes his name on the permission slip.  "It's just supposed to be for fun, everyone likes skiing."  Her Father snorts at this even as he hands his youngest daughter the paperwork. "For this much money,I could have gotten a group rate and we could have all gone skiing."[/i]

Lucas entered the kitchen, ready and eager to make trouble, but barely batting an eye at the trio at the table.  He walks to the fridge and grabbing himself a gatorade, begins the show.  "Ski trip huh?  I remember that, fun times."  He takes a quick gulp of his red beverage before smirking at his little sister.  "I'm pretty sure that's where Bruno got laid for the first time."  He takes another drink of the red, managing to maintain a poker face for about four seconds before he starts snickering.

"WHAT?!"  Their Mother squawks, slamming her hands down on the table as she rises to her feet. 

"Ohmygod." Maya's hands cover her face.  Why would Lucas say something like that? 

"Lucas, you cannot mean to say such a thing!-Where is my rosary?  Someone bring me my rosary." By then their mother was already halfway across the kitchen, grabbing the phone, and calling her recklessly sinful son.  "Bruno!?  Bruno!!  Are you there?  I know you are there.  Pick up the phone right now you stupid boy! When was the last time you went to church-huh?  You think God isn't paying attention?  Because he is--and so am I!  Bruno, I know you can hear me--Pick up the phone!-"  The rest of their mother's voicemail is unheard as she paces out of the kitchen and into the living room.  Despite this, everyone knew he would not be picking up in the middle of the call, nor was he casually overhearing Mrs. Morales's voicemail as she spoke, because Bruno's personal phone (and the number Mrs. Morales had dialed) was a cell phone.

"Ohmygod." Maya repeats, all one word, utterly humiliated by her family even though no one else could see them. 

Their Father scowled at the snickering Morales child and it didn't take long before he swatted him on the back of the head.  "En bocas cerradas no entran moscas!" He lectures before going off after his wife, trying to smooth down the chaos that had been started without any good reason.   

With both parents gone, Maya shoves the completed paperwork into her bag before sending a scowl of her own towards her brother.  "No sirves para nada"  Everyone in their family knew God didn't really understand insults in spanish, so she wouldn't need to confess to insulting her brother.

His snickering, which had gone when their father had hit him in the back of the head, returned and turned into full fledged laughter.  Ruffling his little sister's hair and ignoring her glare and her attempt to duck from the affectionate gesture, he grins down at her.  "Have fun on the trip.  Keep yourself nice and toasty."

Blowing hair out of her face after he leaves the room, Maya finally rises from her own seat.  There was used women's skii equipment somewhere in the attic, equipment that had been new when Rosia went on the trip, used when Valentina went on the trip, and almost falling apart now that it was her turn.  She didn't really care though, she just wanted a chance to skii.  A chance to get into that speed zone.  She'd gone a few times over the years on family trips, but because the three daughters had had to share equipment, it wasn't exactly the most fun she'd ever had.  This was a chance to play around with a sport she didn't get a chance to try out very often...and maybe have a few extracurricular amusements as well.  She smiles to herself as she enters the attic.  She'd heard plenty about what went on at these kinds of trips, and was ready and eager to be a part of it.  God didn't pay attention to people surrounded by snow, right? 

[Paladin of Lust]

Hi, we'll take a look, discuss and get back to you soon! ^_^

[Sephora]

Great, thank you.  ;D

[Batman4560]

I will be posting a character soon if there is still room?

[Paladin of Lust]

Yes, please do. We'd like to see what you have in mind! ^_^

[Batman4560]

I may have missed it but what State/City is this school located in?

[Paladin of Lust]

Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson High School is in California.

[AribethAmkiir]

How is time handled in the game?

[Batman4560]

I am typing up my characters background now so if anyone is looking for connections pm me and I will be happy to tell you about my character.

[JamesSureWould]

this seems very interesting. I do always love teen heroes, so let's see if I can throw something together

CHARACTER SHEET

NAME: Cameron Grey

AGE: 17

SEX: Male

APPEARANCE: Cameron is tall enough boy (Standing at about 5'11") but he's also rather lanky. Someone once described him as 'completely made of lines', which, given his tall, almost bean pole-esque, body and his sharp facial features, was rather accurate

ORIENTATION: Straight-ish

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

TYPE: Artsy Kid/Geek - Cameron isn't necessarily a nerd in the traditional sense, but he is a real theater geek. He's a senior member of the drama club, and has been featured in several of the school's plays/musicals. He also is quite interested in strategy games, and is currently trying to start a wargames club at the school

POWER THEME: Duplication - Cameron can make copies of himself. They’re all based on the same DNA, they have the same memories, and possess something akin to a hive mind. So, Cameron can experience the things his clones do and vice versa.


FLAW: Obsessive. Not to the point of needing to wash his hands 5 times before he can leave the house, or needing to only step on brown tiles at school. No, he takes medication and gets therapy to make sure it doesn't affect him that much. But it's still a part of his personality. He has a hard time stopping doing something once he gets it into his mind to try. It’s not uncommon for him to spend to take 5 days to write and rewrite an essay that others could write in an hour, or for him to go over acting scenes a dozen times after everyone else involved was satisfied.

Flirt. Cameron is slightly notorious for hitting on anything that moves. Teachers, staff, other students, it doesn't seem to matter to him. If it's a girl, he'll likely already hit on her. And it doesn't seem to be exclusive to girls either; there are a few boys in school who've been hit on by Cameron (though, in those cases, it remains to be seen whether or not he'd follow through). His constant attempts to get into the pants of girls has left him with a few victories, a few sighs of pity, a few glares of contempt and a few angry boyfriends.

REPUTATION:  (Should be added after you work out connections to other characters)

BIOGRAPHY:  Cameron was born in California to an Engineer Father and an actress mother. While his father was very successful in his field of chemical engineering, Cameron’s mother was less successful. She had a few bit appearances one some tv shows that would have loved to be called ‘3rd rate’. And while she did alright for herself with some theater performances, she was the one who was home for Cameron the most. His father worked long hours to support the family, so it often fell on his mother to care for Cameron. She changed the most diapers, she answered more of the ‘hard questions’ that every child has growing up, and she was there for more of his plays.

The only thing that his father helped Cameron with more than his mother did was his obsessive nature. Years of suffering with his own had left him numerous ways to help turn the condition into a potential tool.  Of course, the pair still suffered from their oddities. Especially when their meds wear off after work/school. It was not an uncommon sight for the pair to re-sort their clothes twelve different times, or to clean the same dish enough that paint would fade off. It was actually something of a joke among his parents; they knew Cameron was his father’s child simply because of his mannerisms.

Cameron’s life before high school was rather unremarkable. He was a good enough student, routinely getting B’s but his perfectionist streak often kept him from completing all of his homework which kept him from getting perfect marks. He was sociable enough, but other children often got annoyed by his insistence that they redo something again and again.

The family themselves are well enough off. They’ve never really wanted for anything, but they’ve never really lived beyond their needs either. Their house is a larger than average, but nothing close to a mansion. Their two Cars are nice, but not extravagant or flashy.
In fact, they only have two things that would really strike an outsider as odd. The first is that each member of the house has a personal psychotherapist that they see once a week, and have on speed dial. Cameron and his father have one for their ocd and other issues, and his mother has one for depression due to a miscarriage she suffered three years ago. The other odd thing is a laboratory located in a retrofitted bomb shelter in their backyard, which Cameron’s father uses to do experiments when he is away from work but is struck with an idea.(Should be added after you work out connections to other characters)

Writing Sample: Scenario 1

Cameron strode into the classroom with an aura of confidence that seemed to radiate off of him. Tests were one of the few times where his obsessive nature actually played to his favor. His various medications kept him relaxed enough to not be concerned about it, but he still studied endlessly for the test. It was just the only way he knew how to cope with a problem; perfect the execution through constant practice. He’d read the chapters and done the practice problems so often that he could see them if he closed his eyes.

So, perhaps that’s why he never seemed to display the nerves that some others students did on test day. He knew that he’d put in time weeks ago, and this was where he saw the rewards for his efforts. In fact, it was one of the few places he saw rewards for his perfectionist streak.

After all, despite his many attempts to find it, there was no one perfect way to act in a given scene. His constant retakes insured that he, and the other actors, knew his lines backward and forward, but he could never see any noticeable difference between his own acting abilities and those of any other actor in the school.

He got good enough grades on his homework, but he didn’t turn in enough of it in time for it really ensure he got consistent good grades. He dreaded turning in math problems that he wasn’t completely sure of the answers to, or english papers that didn’t convey his meaning exactly right. His teachers had gotten used to him turning in things days, or even a week, late; not because he needed the extra time to finish it, but because he needed the extra time to finish it exactly perfectly.

No, tests were where he was able to shine. It was where he could put his obsessive nature to good use before hand, and just coast back on the day of the exam.

His constant study habits meant that he was usually well prepared for any pop-quizzes that the teacher would give, but he was never confident during those. His heart would beat out of his chest, and he could never convince himself that he had actually done well on it until he saw the results.  The knowledge that he hadn’t done everything in his power to ace the test was something that he never quite got used to, no matter how many pop quizzes his teachers gave out.



EDIT: NEW STORY PROMPT ADDED

Alright, here is prompt number three: the ski trip.
Apologies for any spelling/grammar errors.  I am on  my phone, and on some high end pain meds.

Apologies for the strangeness of the response.  I am on pain meds, and tired from work.
This Is loosely based off of something that happened to me as kid

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There are few truths that eventually all humans learn. Death is as much of a constant as life. Light and dark are two sides of the same coin, one incapable of existing without the other. If someone asks if you're a god, you say yes. But there is one truth that is often overlooked, and it's a rather simple one; Geese are assholes.

It was this life truth that Cameron Grey was most preoccipied with as he was running away from a swarm of four angry fowls.
'How did I end up here' Cameron thought to himself as a goose managed to bite him on the ass.

Of course he knew how he ended up there; after all, when his father told him that he would have to raise the money for the school ski trip himself,  Cameron quickly realized how few jobs there were for a teen with no work experience who needed cash fast. He briefly considered prostitution or drug dealing, but decided against them. For one, there were too many variables, too many things he couldn't control. For another, he couldn't enjoy the ski trip if he was behind bars.

So, a quick glance through the wanted section of Craigslist brought him to the Shady Groves Golf Club. He was given a simple enough job, to follow golfers and collect any balls they lost, and a decent enough paycheck was promised to him.

The one thing he was told by the man who gave him the job was that 'Geese are not ducks, alright? If a geese has a ball, you let him keep that ball.' At the time it seemed like just a bit of a strange joke, but as Cameron felt the teeth of a goose rip his jeans, he wished he'd listen to the man. The man who was missing a finger...

Ordinarily Cameron would have listened, but this was a perfect storm of tempation. He was following a cute girl who always gave him a wink and a smile whenever he gave her back a wayward ball, and he hadn't let a ball go all day. It was the last hole. His obsessive nature wouldn't let him ruin a perfect streak.  He was in the zone, and no over-grown chicken was going to change that.

Of course, that's what Cameron thought before he snagged the ball from Goose's nest. Apparently geese think that golf balls look exacttly like their own eggs.  And apprently, just because you can only see one goose, that doesn't mean more aren't very close by. And apparently Geese will instinctively start to chase something (or someone) that they see another gokse chasing. These were all things that Cameron learned about geese that day, things he may never forget.

So with a flock of geese chasing him, a golf ball in his hand, and some diginity that hoped to remain intact, Cameron decided to skip rational and try something unconventional. With a quick lunge, he reached for a large branch off the ground and turned to face his feathered attackers in a fencing stance. A quick jab at one caused the flock to scatter, and three geese were flying off towards the horizon.

It wasn't until a few milliseconds later, after Cameron had let down his guard, that he remembered there were four geese. As that realization dawned on him, Cameron learned yet another thing about geese; apparently a goose ramming into an unaware teenager is enough to knock over said teenager and send him rolling down a small hill, and into a pond.

Apparently satisfied in its victory over Cameron,  the goose flew off to join its compatriots. When he had finally mustered up the willpower to pull himself out of the pond, and thus addmiting that strange series of events had actually occured, the girl he had been finding golfballs for was at the bank of the pond to offer help.

"Are you alright? Do you need a towel to dry off?" She asked with what appeared to genuine concern, ulike the caddie behind her who couldn't seem to stop laughing.

"I'm alright" Cameron finally managed to respond. "And the pond did me some good anyways. I was feeling abit toasty, what with being next to somebody as hot as you all day"

The next thing Cameron remebered was flash of white light as the girl smacked him on his head

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The rest of Cameron's time spent at the golf course was largerly uneventful. He did his job, and he got the money he was promised. After a few weeks, he finally had enough to pay for the trip and afford some small luxuries.

Most kids at school talked about how hard it was to convince their parents to sign off on the trip, and how they had to jump through hoops to get their parents to agree. For cameron, that was never really the issue. He was an only child,  and his parent's trusted him enough.

But whenever anyone asked if he had earned the ski trip, Cameron would just smile, think about the goose bite on his ass and the girl bump on his head, and nod.

[Batman4560]

CHARACTER SHEET

NAME: Ryan Crawford

AGE: 18

SEX: Male

APPEARANCE:

ORIENTATION: Straight

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

TYPE: Jockish Nerd

POWER THEME: Teleportation. At the time of gaining his powers, Ryan can teleport to any place he can see or accurately visualize. (i.e. his bedroom, a location in the school.)

FLAW: GM"s Choice- All the flaws I have typed up are rejected for one reason or another so just give me one you want and Ill play it.

REPUTATION:  To be announced.

BIOGRAPHY: 

Born in Ohio, Ryan and his family moved to California when he was ten. Ryan enjoyed playing a few sports such as Snowboarding, Baseball, and Hockey. While growing up he did his best to get better at these sports and joined as many teams as his school offered. He wan't a natural at any of these but he did find them to be a good way to build character and became a teammate that others could count on in a pinch. Ryan managed to make friends on every spectrum easily. Jocks, Nerds, and would be Stoner's seemed to get along with the boy due to his laid back nature. Enamored with comics, board games, and just a bit of trivia Ryan quickly picked up the game Dungeons and Dragons and started to develop a sort of addiction to the game and spending time with his friends. In an attempt to impress his more popular friends he often became the fall guy for many of their antics, leading him to trouble with both his school and his parents. This would be something he never grew out of but he did learn to say no from time to time.

When Ryan turned 15, he broke his right leg and had to stop playing as many sports as he was. Cutting back he stuck to Hockey, feeling it was a great stress reliever. Sadly the break did not heal correctly and he now walks a little funny, almost like he has a constant, light limp. Still he kept his friends who were both Jocks and Geek's alike. He continued to go to his former team's games and give support from the crowd. Ryan has held the same job in a local game shop since he was sixteen and placed back most of his earnings for big events such as buying his first car and trying to pay for a trade school after he graduates.

If you asked Ryan what he wanted to do after school he would most likely shrug and say. "Wherever life leads, that's what Ill do." But really he hopes to make the next big board game. Ryan does not have his head in the clouds however and plans of becoming an electrician like his father. His dad always has work and it seems like a job he could pick up on easy since he could ask his dad for help. Would he call it a dream job? No but he would call it a safe bet.

Ryan didn't date much, instead he had a single long term relationship. Jen who he started dating when he was in the ninth grade seemed like the perfect girl for him. She was a nerd, but still enjoyed watching and playing alot of sports. Some of them Ryan really liked. Short brown hair framed a stunningly beautiful face. She was tall and had curves that looked great on her body. Ryan always said that she was out of his league but she laughed it off. Things started to go bad for the two when Ryan broke his leg, forcing him to drop out of alot of sports. They stuck it out for another two years but she constantly said that she wanted to be with a star and if Ryan couldn't keep up with some of the other jocks in school than she would find someone who could. The two called it quits after two hard years.

Grades never really mattered to Ryan but he managed to keep grades good enough to stay in sports, however his family constantly push him to do better claiming "Your never going to get into a good college if you aren't the best." This saying has grown to haunt Ryan's day dreams. Still he does try to please everyone and that seems to be his biggest problem.

Scenario:

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It's D-day. That girl/boy you've been admiring for so long? You're going out with them; to do something/go somewhere nice for the day. And you're going to ask them to try dating with you. You have it all planned out. It'll work. Hopefully.
 
[Bleah not my best work. :(  ]

It had taken alot of money and favors to get everything ready for today. Ryan paid friends of his long time crush Jenny, to place notes in her desk's, locker and bags. Flowers sent to her house in the morning, and little things that had some sort of significance to her in some way in places she liked to visit. All of this was meant to be a scavenger hunt and lead Jenny to Ryan's house so he could ask her to go steady. The two had gone on a few dates in the past and Ryan had really connected with her.

Ryan woke up that morning, quickly got dressed and rushed to send the flowers to Jenny's house. His dirty blonde/brown hair was left unkept and his dark blue shirt was only half tucked in while a white button up shirt was left hanging open covered his torso. The button up shirt hung down just below his hips and partially covered up his dark blue jeans. Red high top Converse were laced up tightly on his feet. While his clothes didn't seem like they would work well together, Ryan pulled off the look well. Walking to school, Ryan thought back on their first date and remembered when he found out that she too was a nerd in many ways. Her father had got Jenny into Dungeons and Dragons at a young age and that alone was enough to get Ryan's attention. Just as impressive to Ryan was the fact that Jen liked Hockey. Maybe not as much as Ryan but she knew her teams and players. While at school Ryan had a hard time paying attention to his classes. He was to interested in watching Jenny try to figure out who had been leaving her notes and sent the flowers to her house. His heart raced and he checked in with all of her friends between classes to make sure Jenny was not being freaked out by his tactics. He could see why someone would find what he was doing to be boarder line crazy.

Towards the end of the day, after Ryan had returned home his doorbell rang. Ryan raced to the door and flung it open. The brown haired, green eyed baby faced Jenny stood in his doorway with a sly smirk on her face. Ryan invited her in and the two talked for a long while. Apparently Jenny had recognized the handwriting of Ryan after the first note and knew what was happening. Apparently Jenny planned on talking to him over the weekend about going out full time but Ryan simply beat her two it...

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Ok, another writing prompt for everybody ... Tackle it when you're pretty much 'done' with your character proposal :)
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Poster's go up in early October advertising the school's trip to the Copper Mountain Ski Resort. The place is described as a Winter Wonderland where anything can happen, and the buzz about the school is it always does. Everything from awesome displays of skiing and boarding prowess to epic parties and scandalous hook ups to award winning nature photography and inspired artwork have all been known to come out of this annual trip. There are even rumors about the boy who ate the yellow snow and the girl who spotted a yeti ...but maybe she was the one eating the bad snow?
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Given the expense, semi scandalous air about the event and the fact that its one of THE events of the school's social season... What did your character have to do to get:

• Their parent's permission
• The money to go
• everything that they needed for the trip

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Also, what sorts of things do they intend to do with their days and their nights? What do they hope will happen? What will cause them to die with embarrassment if it came to pass?
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To Spice things up, please use the following words at least once:

• Duck
• Skip
• Toasty
• Zone

Told from the perspective of Ryan:

Trip to the mountains, sounded like fun. From what I had heard in years past everyone really had a blast and there was no reason to think that this year would be any different. I couldn't afford to go last year nor could I find the time to. However this year I have vacation time and haven't really spent any more money than I had to. I already have my snowboard and some very warm clothes because of my past in sports playing. The trip itself should be easy to cover, its getting my parent's permission that might take some effort. I think that because of my injury they have become slightly overprotective of me. I can't really blame them though, after all, the break did happen while snowboarding. Maybe if I promise them  I won't snowboard they will let me go.

After school I walked home with some friends, one by one they broke off our five man group to go to their own house. After about an hour of walking I found myself alone for the last stretch of road. My pace was surprisingly fast today, maybe I had some extra energy or the excitement of the trip was just making me want to get home faster. I wanted to run but the feeling of looking like I would end up skipping held me back. When I walked into my small two floor house I closed the white, wooden door behind me and locked it. "Hello?" I called out, my parents cars were in the parking lot but the house was silent. I walked past the stuffed Duck that rested next to the house phone.

"DAD! MOM!" I shouted when I came to the flight of stairs that led up to the bedrooms. The house was as silent as a grave. Deciding to wait for a bit before continuing my search for my parents I gingerly walked up the stairs. My room had a blue door, I don't know why my parents decided my favorite color was blue when I was born but they decided to make my door and carpet blue...It creaked open slowly and light from the window hit my face and nearly blinded me for a moment. My snowboard was mounted on the wall above my window looking me in the face, almost daring me to strap it on. I walked up to it and pulled it off the wall gently.

I sat on my soft double bed and placed the snowboard in my lap. Gently I ran my fingertips along the smooth waxed wood. It had scratches from past runs down snowbanks and hills but the sunburst yellow paint looked great still. A smile crossed my lips and an idea wiggled into my brain. Standing up I walked to the staircase and stepped into the boots of the board. I looked down the stair case and bent my knees low. With a gentle hop I started to slide down the stairs one by one. Slowly picking up speed until...BANG! I crashed into the wall at the end of the stairs. Aside from a bruised pride I was o.k. Hell even the wall was fine. It honestly felt good to get back on the board.

My parents however heard me crash into the wall of all things...The both of them ran into the hall and scowled at me. My mother's green eyes beamed down at me from behind her dark brown bangs. She was shorter than me but I had been half on the ground, making sure I wasn't hurt. Dad however smiled, possibly trying not to laugh. "Hey guys, I was looking for you before....I fell." I said sheepishly. Dad reached out and helped me up and mom walked over to check the wall. "I thought you decided to give that up." She scolded. "Well, there is a ski trip at school coming up. I can pay for it but I need a permission slip signed." I said while reaching into my back pocket. Grasping a slip of paper that had some details about the trip I handed it over to my parents and started to unstrap the board.

"I don't mind if you go, but you need to convince your mom I think." Dad said and patted my shoulder before returning to the toasty living room and turning on the T.V. Mom however looked a bit less happy about the idea of me leaving for more than a day. "Mom please. I could really use this after Jen and me broke up. It will help take my mind off her and maybe I can bond with some old friends." I pleaded and gave my mom the best puppy dog face I could.

....uuuhhhh Alright fine. Go. She jotted down her name on the paper and handed it back to me then walked off to join dad. A sly grin crossed my face and I picked up the board. She didn't even say I couldn't take the board. Quickly I rushed upstairs and started to pack my winter clothes. I was honestly glad that I hadn't tossed them out after giving up on boarding. My mind was in the zone, focused on spending the days boarding with friends and the nights maybe getting to know some of the girls in my class, hell maybe I could even get over Jessica. I could only hope that my leg didn't cause me to wipe out in front of some of the better looking girls in class. It would most likely haunt me for a long time. At best though I would make some new friends, you could never have to many of those.

[Paladin of Lust]

@JamesSureWould & Batman4560: Thanks for applying, we've begun to look and discuss, and we'll get back to you as soon as we can! ^_^

@AribethAmkiir: I will endeavor to answer your question to the best of my abilities. assleigh can correct me, if I'm wrong on anything. In We Could Be Heroes (WCBH), the RP basically goes from one major event, break time, another major event, so on and so forth. So for example, we all start off at the ski trip in Colorado. When that is done, the characters all split up into various smaller groups to RP smaller plots for character growth and development (ie, forming new relationships, getting to grips with their powers, finding a date for the upcoming formal, maybe fight off some minor villain or a robber, etc) before we go to the next major school event, which is the upcoming formal. Hopefully, everyone will have a date there. But I'm going off tangent. So basically, we gather, break, gather, and break. Major events need not be a major school event (which would naturally demand that all or most students attend, but alsocan be  other plots large enough to bring our entire cast together. So the prom is one month after the ski trip. So that means, all smaller RP plots will start and end in that one month before the prom. That, I guess, is the closest explanation for time in WCBH that I can give you. 

[AribethAmkiir]

CHARACTER SHEET

NAME: Nichole Drake

AGE: 18

SEX: Female

APPEARANCE:

Nichole appears to be your average “girl next door”.  A gentle smile, honey-brown colored eyes, and a fair complexion help make her an attractive girl.  At 5’5”, she’s about the average height for a girl her age.  She has an athletically shaped body which remains that way due to her participation in soccer.  Like many teenage girls, her hair color changes often between blonde and brown, or some mix of the two. 

ORIENTATION: Straight

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

TYPE: Class Clown, Artsy Girl, Jock, Girl Next Door.

POWER THEME: Sound Manipulation – She can mimic, intensify, hush, and distort, as well as, warp, strengthen, echo, speed up, and slow down sound.  Sound meaning a periodic disturbance of the medium (air, ground, water, etc) that radiates outward in straight lines in the form of a pressure wave.  The effect these waves produce upon the ear is perceived as sound.  From the point of view of physics, sound is considered to be the waves of vibratory motion themselves, whether or not they are heard by the human ear.

FLAW: Nichole has a deep seeded need to feel wanted and to fit in.


REPUTATION:  (Should be added after you work out connections to other characters)

BIOGRAPHY:  Nichole was born to prestigious parents in the San Francisco area.  Nichole was raised by a nanny and grew up with little want or desire, other than her parent’s attention.  Being as successful as her parents were, meant they spent most of their time in meetings which more often than not occurred in other cities, or even abroad.  From the time she could walk, it seemed that Nichole was doing something to gain her parent’s attention.  When she was younger, her stunts were considered cute, creative, or even daring.  As she grew older, and it became more difficult to impress her parents or even gain a second of their time, her actions were considered rebellious.

When Nichole reached school-age, her parents sent her away to an all girl preparatory school in Northern California.  It was there that Nichole began to explore her wide scope of interests.  She was encouraged to join the soccer team, sing in a choir, and participate in the theater club.  Naturally athletic, Nichole fell in love with soccer.  She enjoyed singing and playing music, but was not considered “gifted”, and while she would have killed to earn the lead in a school play, she typically earned the spot of understudy and helped with the set and costumes, where she found that she was a fairly gifted artist.  Despite all of her activities, her parents never attended a game, saw a play, or heard her sing.

When Nichole discovered that she was accepted into Major Malcolm Wheeler-Nicholson High School, she was ecstatic.  She was excited to finally attend a mixed gender school.  She was disappointed when she didn’t make the Varsity soccer team her freshman year, but played on the Junior Varsity team and made several good friendships.  She also sang in the freshman female choir, and signed on to help the theater program with sets, costumes, and makeup.  Her grades her freshman year were excellent, receiving As and one B.

Her sophomore year was more of a struggle as her home life was turned upside down when her parents filed for divorce.  While she made the varsity team, she didn’t start and only played in four games all season.  She felt even worse about herself when her parents decided to begin attending her games, which was a thinly veiled attempt to gain her favor.  Her natural attention seeking behavior was only encouraged by two parents who decided to fight over her.  Her father bought her a car on her sixteenth birthday, and to top that, her mother took her to Mulan for spring break.  Her grades dipped to all Bs with only a single A.

Her junior year, She found a boyfriend and began to party.  She became much more focused on what was “cool”.  Nichole refused to participate in choir, skirted her responsibilities to the theater program, and later that year, her grades prevented her from participating in soccer.  In October, she crashed her car and received an under aged drinking ticket.  Then, she began failing classes.  It was through the intervention of her guidance councilor, and several teachers, that prevented her from failing out of school.  With their help, she ended her relationship with the boyfriend, who was obviously a bad influence, and was able to recover her grades.  She ended the school year with a 2.9. 

By the beginning of her senior year, her friends on the soccer team and theater program forgave her, as did the teachers, or at least, that’s how it seemed.  She joined the senior mixed choir, returned to her responsibilities with the theater program, and continued the tutoring sessions her teachers had setup the year before.  She still attends parties, but remains fairly mellow.  She’s still a bit of class clown, despite the fact that her teachers keep a sharp eye on her.

Posting prompt #1

Nichole was focusing on her breathing.  Deep, slow breathes.  In and out.  In and out.  Honey brown colored eyes watched the teacher, at the head of the classroom, pass out the answer forms and then the test booklets.  She promptly wrote her name on the top of the booklet and in the designated place on the answer form.  The last thing she needed was to forget and receive no credit at all.  Though, she needed an A to even pass the class.  She then positioned her test booklet on her left, and the answer form directly beside it and in front of her.  Her gaze drifted back to the front of the classroom and to her teacher who waited for them expectantly.  She chewed on her bottom lip nervously as she waited for permission to begin.

When asked if there were any questions, Nichole raised her hand.  ”This is open book, right?” she asked with a smile.

The teacher simply responded with a straight face.  Nichole knew the answer before the teacher spoke, but it never hurt to ask.  Some instructors were softies and had allowed such things in the past.  Of course, it was never this teacher and it was highly unlikely for this class.  Still, her question had received a few nervous snickers from her classmates, an added bonus.  She shot a smile to the boy to her left who had begun to chuckle before he stopped himself.  Nichole inhaled deeply once more, before exhaling it after a few seconds.

Upon the teacher’s “you many now begin”, Nichole turned opened her text booklet to the first question and began to read.  She underlined the key words in the question, and quickly eliminated the answers for A and C.  She then reread the question and the two remaining answers.  C’mon, what was said in the study group?  We went over this.  The QRS interval looks normal, but the T-wave is prolonged.  I don’t even see a P-wave. Nichole was fairly certain the correct answer was B and she shaded in the oval correlating to her choice on her answer form.  The next four questions were relatively easy.  The sixth question, however, she was uncertain about.  She filled in the oval for C, then erased and shaded the oval for A.  Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip and she worked the problem over in her head as her pencil wrote in the air.  Her eyes floated toward the ceiling and a long frustrated sigh escaped her lips.  Not knowing the answer, she put a star next to the question on her test booklet and moved on to the next question.

Forty-five minutes later, Nichole wasn’t feeling very confident that she was going to pass this test, though she was answering the test’s last question.  She turned back to the front of the booklet and began checking to make sure she bubbled in the oval she had intended.  She came to her first starred question and reread it.  Wait!  There had been another question asking the same thing.  She flipped through her booklet to find the question.  There.  Number thirty-three, it basically answered question six for her.  Nichole quickly flipped the booklet back to question six, erased her previous answer and filled in the correct oval.  Well, that was at least one question she would get right. 

The other questions she had placed a star next to weren’t as easy, but she was able to look at them closer and with more time.  She realized she had read one of the questions wrong, the first time through, and made the correction.  The other star questions she had no better idea than what she had originally marked.  She counted the starred questions.  Five.  If she missed all of those and nothing else she would have her much needed A.  Her eyes looked up to scan the classroom.  Most of the other students had already turned in their tests.  Was she the last one to finish?  No, there were two other people taking the test still.  She exhaled slowly and looked back at her answer sheet.  It looked like she had shaded her answers in darkly and the erase marks weren’t horrible blotches that might cause the machine to read her answer incorrectly.  Her name was on the booklet and her answer sheet.  Another deep inhale and exhale.  There wasn’t anything else she could do.  Hopefully her studying with her tutor and the study groups would pay off.

Nichole slowly stood and several faces of her classmates turning to find the sound of the noise.  The teacher watched her approach, and when she grew close enough, he whispered instructions.  She followed them, placing her answer sheet and the booklet in two different stacks, and then quietly returned to her desk.

2nd writing prompt

October rolled around and that meant there were two things up and coming, Halloween parties and the annual school ski trip.  Nichole was obviously going.  She had made it every year, since her sophomore year.  Of course, she had a boyfriend last year, which meant that she spent less time on the slopes than she had the previous year.  This year, she figured she’d find someone to hook up with, maybe when the beer and alcohol go to the hot tubs or, otherwise, one of the many parties.  There would be plenty of opportunities.

She remembered the truth and dare game she’d participated in the year before.  One of the dares she had completed was to streak into the snow.  She remembered leaving the toasty confines of the cabin had been the worst part of it.  Maybe this year she would skip the truth and dare games.  Nah, who was she kidding?  She would do it, especially if people asked her to.  It was one of the most enjoyable things to do with your clothes on.

Nichole pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, looked down the hallway to make sure there were no teachers, and then pulled up her calendar.  Her dad was home for the coming weekend.  Then he would be gone for the month.  Her mom had three days next week and, then, she too would be gone for the rest of the month.  The likelihood of catching either of her parents wasn’t very high.  It wouldn’t be the first time she’d forged her parent’s signatures.  So, if she didn’t get them, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.  She even had their permission to forge the signatures, which meant if the principle asked them they would claim they had signed the permission slip, like they always did.

Nichole put her phone away and slowly walked to the auditorium where she was working on the backdrop of the set for the upcoming musical.  She’d actually gotten a small role, which she was excited about and she was in the chorus.  Her parents were both going to be out of town for opening night, but there was a possibility that they’d be there for the Saturday performance, though that depended upon their flights arriving on time, and there being no other delays.

Halfway to the auditorium, Nichole’s mind returned to the ski trip.  She would need to get her skis waxed and make sure the bindings were tight.  She needed a new outfit, too.  There was nothing wrong with what she wore the year before, except that she had worn it the year before.  Ski pants and a ski jacket and a new ski mask with a new beanie and scarf.  She didn’t know Copper Mountain as well as she knew Aspen or Breckenridge, but she knew enough of the trails that were typically in the “no ski” zones to be able to hang with the best skiers in school.  She would need her backpack and avalanche survival gear, just in case the worst happened while they were in the out of bounds areas.  Considering they were going early in the season, and it wasn’t likely there would be much of a snowpack, the chance for avalanches was low, but it was best to be prepared.  Besides, it would make her look like she was a hardcore skier which would only make the trip better.

Nichole entered the auditorium, ducked under the partially completed arc that two of the stage crew were erecting, and made her way to where her backdrop was.  She smiled and gave a finger wave to the rest of the crew before kneeling by her artwork and pulling out her paints.  One of the freshmen asked her a question, and Nichole politely answered.  The girl was sweet, but a bit immature, in Nichole’s opinion.  The girl had blue ducks on her backpack after all.  Why a high schooler would have a duck on her backpack was beyond Nichole’s understanding, and she didn’t exactly spend any extra time trying to figure it out.

Honey brown eyes were drawn to one of the cuter actors and she smiled at him before tucking her brown hair behind her ear. 

”Hey, you’re going on the ski trip this year, right?” Nichole asked.

He had gone the year before.  In fact, if her memory served her, he had been one of the people who had played truth or dare.  It was a fairly safe assumption he’d be going again this year.

When he stopped and replied with an affirmative, Nichole’s smile widened.  ”I need to get my skis waxed.  Wanna come with?”  The boy shrugged and then said sure.  Score!  Maybe he wouldn’t mind giving her his input on a new ski outfit.  Something he thought was cute and that would help her stick out on the slope, so that he could find her easier.  ”How about tomorrow?” Nichole asked, and he once again said sure.  Double score!

Nichole pulled out her phone and sent her dad a text.  Need $$$ 4 ski trip!!  Then put her phone away and began painting.  A half hour later, her phone beeped and when she looked at it the screen displayed her bank account with a hefty deposit from her father.  She sent a new text, Thnx.  Luv ya!  She would call him later, to see how his business trip was going.  The phone call would be short, they always were, but she would show she appreciated the money, and him.

Now, she needed to focus on the set.  She would die of embarrassment if Mr. Valentine made a scene because he didn’t approve of what she was doing.

[Vergil Tanner]

Thank you everybody for your applications, and we will get back to you once we've had a little chat :)

[Birchleaf]

If there is still room for applicants, I would like to give this go. I am thinking about a student government type character, maybe even president of the student council. There are a lot of applications, though, so I will not write it up unless you are still accepting.