Turned 18 just a month agoSEX:
Bisexual with a preference for womenRELATIONSHIP STATUS:
Single and lookingPERSONALITY:
Buffy Black has always been a confident, competitive if a somewhat temperamental person when she's challenged. Having come from an excessively large family, Buffy has had to push herself to stand out, despite having two decent, fair, and loving parents for most of her life. Yet her need to be noticed is born from the simple fact that most of her cousins and nieces and nephews are also rather good at the things they do, although her name is normally the first on everyone's lips, but having such a large family as hers meant that she became competitive as a result. Some of her uncles and aunts got it into her head that she needed to prove herself worthy of their attention, and while she figured out that they were just disappointed in themselves, even jealous and envious that she was better than them or their kids, their words still had an impact at an early enough age that it kind of stuck, the need to push herself and never say never attitude. It was both a blessing and a curse because she always did pretty well in school and she was pretty confident in herself, but there was always that little voice in the back of her head saying she needed to do more.
Then she found MMA. It gave her a constructive if aggressive, outlet for some of those negative feelings and emotions that were always in the back of her head. Tennis was all well and good for a while, but it wasn't physical enough for her, there wasn't enough there to hold her attention, that and it didn't help the tennis court she used to go to back home in Chicago had been populated by the spoiled brats of the local rich and snobby, so making the mistake of winning against those same kids normally resulted in butthurt feelings and the occasional threat to 'tell their mommy or daddy' the 'mean poor kid' wasn't going to play to their level. As a result, Buffy turned to a sport that only others like her could even begin to appreciate, where blood, sweat, and tears actually meant something and no amount of money could replace honest to goodness skill. You either had that fire in your heart, that passion to fight to the last, and a modicum of honor to boot, or you didn't. It was just that simple. And that's the kind of person Buffy is in a nutshell, you either liked exactly what you saw with her, or you didn't. She isn't a fake person, she doesn't compromise, and she doesn't take well to assholes or spoiled brats.TYPE:
Intelligent Jock if such a thing existsPOWER THEME: Telekinetic
- Can use her mind to fly and manipulate objects with a simple thought. She can potentially lift up to seven times her weight, but extensive use of her abilities gives her extremely bad migraines, nose bleeds, can even be forced into temporary unconsciousness. A prolonged coma is also possible if she pushes herself too far too fast. She also has to know where an object or person is to be able to do anything with it, so line of sight is important. Starts off with being able only to move small objects such as legos or baseballs to a total of ten feet, but she has the potential to move objects as far as a hundred feet away from her, or of a size of a fully loaded Mustang. While she doesn't need to make any fancy hand gestures or wave her arms around, it does make it easier if she's able to 'conduct' the objects she's trying to manipulate with subtle finger gestures and movements of her hands, but it's not necessary, it just makes it harder if she doesn't.CHARACTER FLAW:
. Peanut Allergy
- Deathly allergic to peanuts, and while she carries an epinephrine pen/injection at all times, she has an understandable fear of peanuts, to the point she'll run out of a room if she even sees a sealed jar of peanut butter.Doesn't back down
- Pretty self explanatory, but once a challenge has been issued, there are few things that can stop her from seeing them through to the end. As a result, she can be easily baited if you know what buttons to push.Overuse = Health Problems
- Overuse of her powers causes serious health related issues. Can range from minor to severe headaches, nose bleeds, bouts of unconsciousness, to a prolonged comatose state if she pushes herself or is pushed too far too quickly. A quick example would be repeated blocked explosive hits against her barrier, thrown cars, or something else equally big or explosive. Has thus far only managed to hold back a single car before the train to migraine city hits her.To See To Move
- She has to be able to see what's coming at her to be able to redirect or manipulate the object she's trying to 'grab' with her mind. A fastball going sixty miles per hour for example she could handle with relative ease, so long as she saw it coming. Something as big as a Mustang would be much harder, but not impossible.Social Creature
- Having spent most of her time around a really large collection of cousins, nieces, nephews, aunts, and uncles through most of her life, Buffy became a naturally social person as a result. While she's very comfortable around crowds, and as a consequence doesn't see the point of shutting a bathroom door or dressing in private, among other things, she also has a problem with being alone. She gets irritated and grouchy if she doesn't have at least one other person to talk to. Part of that is just because the silence seems deafening to her, but having survived a hurricane alongside her folks, Buffy has a slight instinctual fear of the literal calm before the storm.Only Human
- Even though she can take a hit and keep on coming through sheer force of will and a too stubborn to die attitude, Buffy is still just your average senior with the body to match. She might be fit from a life of sports and academic pursuits, but she's still, on her own, no stronger or faster than your average person.BIOGRAPHY:
Buffy Black had a relatively normal childhood growing up. While she had no brothers or sisters, her parents had a lot of nieces and nephews on both sides of the family, having a fairly large collection of brothers and sisters themselves which naturally meant when everyone paired off, they had families of their own. So Buffy was never really alone, having grown up with her cousins over the years who she still remains in contact with to varying degrees. Everyone has their favorites after all, but while her childhood was relatively mundane and boring, there was one caveat to her upbringing that should be mentioned. It turned out that somewhere along the Black family line, an allergy to peanuts was inherited. No one knows which side of the family it came from, but when a twelve year old Buffy came into contact with peanut dust, just the dust, she swelled up like a balloon and had to be rushed to the ER. As a result of that childhood trauma, and the constant need to carry a pen around just in case it happened again, Buffy has broken out in fear induced hives if someone even mentions the word peanuts around her.
Beyond that though and growing up in the great city of Chicago down in Illinois, Buffy has had nothing of note happen to her. Sure, she was used to being the center of attention because of her good looks, academic achievements which while she was never the smartest kid in her class, she always ranked in the top five consecutively, and her love for MMA and tennis, but she was never a spoiled brat or anything like that. She was just used to a certain lifestyle from being surrounded by so much family all the time growing up, but she didn't demand it. If anything, being alone and isolated is a good way to see her get grumpy pretty quick, but even she likes her privacy from time to time. That and while her parents were pretty decent and treated her fairly, some of their relatives had a tendency to leave their kids with Buffy's parents, sometimes without so much as a phone call in advance, and while that didn't bother them too much since they both worked from home, it did cause more than a few episodes of family related drama.
And then the hurricane came. While no one was killed thankfully, Buffy's mother, Martha, was left without a left leg from the knee down when a heavy cabinet was pushed down on top of her, and their house was summarily flattened. As a result, they had to move out of Chicago since every one of their family couldn't give them a place to stay for a while, or simply couldn't be bothered to help them when they needed it. Needless to say, they've been cut from their lives like the cockroaches they are. Still, while moving down to MWH and the city it's a part of hadn't been in the cards, Buffy has done alright for herself although she still sends the occasional check home for her mother's physical therapy bills which has helped her father out immensely despite his protests to the contrary. While she's taken to living with a cousin, who is away from home more than he's in town due to business related trips, Buffy is a responsible enough young adult that she's given almost free reign of his house so long as she doesn't do anything too crazy or destructive and keeps bringing in enough money to cover rent and such. That hasn't been a problem thus far though with a part time job and her finding the MMA circuit near MWH's campus.Miscellaneous:
. Face claim is Daisy Ridley, just making a note here for future reference.
MMA gold medalist in the local Chicago circuit before joining MWH, she still keeps up a training regime though.
Occasionally sends money home from her MMA fighting she does on the side. Surprisingly, you can make a decent amount of money in her new neighborhood as well, but she has a regular job that helps pays for the rest of her living expenses.
Used to play tennis, but gave it up once she discovered MMA
Is deathly allergic and afraid of peanuts
Buffy might not be the smartest person in the room, but she's a pretty good contender.
of her extended family and regularly calls or Skypes them whenever she can.
Cannot stand being isolated or alone for long periods of time.
Joined the boxing team for MWH shortly after school started
Grace Young has been showing her how to play the guitar. While Buffy's no Jimmy Buffet or anything, she has an ear for the instrument and has learned a great deal thanks to her friend.
Dante and his sister, Grace, opposites of the same coin, and rich as sin to boot, yet they aren't the asshole types I had expected of at least one of them. Hell, if anything, they're more approachable than some of the kids I used to know back in Chicago, Illinois, once you get past the initial awkward introductory phase anyway. And me, well, I know I'm too blunt and honest for my own good sometimes, so I didn't exactly make it easy on the brother, but a couple of things were working against me at the time of our first meeting. The first and most important is that we had only moved out to MWH and the surrounding area because our house had been flattened by a damned freak occurrence in the weather that resulted in a hurricane blasting through our neighborhood, and as a result we had found out just how much certain members of our family thought of us when we were trying to get our bearings after we pulled ourselves from the rubble. Or to be more precise, after me and my dad dragged mom out because a cabinet fell and nearly took her leg right off. That was the worst day of our lives, and not only could none of our very extensive family help us out, but the few that could have didn't want to be bothered to lift a finger, so needless to say moving to MWH was a rough transition. Thankfully, a cousin of mine was able to help us get situated pretty quickly, got my mom into PT to adjust to having a fake leg, and life was quick to reassert itself once the last box was unpacked. I moved out to my cousin's place, and since he wasn't ever home, and I've always been responsible anyway, he trusted me to keep the place cleaned up and taken care of.
But to get back to the point, Dante and Grace became a part of my life when I was still reeling from all this, and add on top of the fact that I was starting a new school in a completely different state, and I wasn't exactly at my best. Dante got the brunt of it though because I was having trouble with my English classes, and shortly after the transfer papers went through and everything, someone assigned the statue with the stick up his ass to be my tutor, and since I was in no hurry to be cut from the boxing team due to bad grades, I endured him. That's to say, I didn't make it easy on him as he walked me through my least favorite subject, but no matter what I might have done to provoke a response from him more because I hated appearing weak in anything, living with as many cousins, nieces, and nephews as I did had been like living with a bunch of pseudo brothers and sisters that weren't there every hour of every day, but near enough it didn't matter, you learned to be the dominant, strong one pretty quick, Dante just weathered the storm like the stony face gargoyle I had likened him to. But then I met him in the last place I had ever expected the rich prick to be, and that was during a local MMA tournament that I had signed up for. Damn but that guy can kick some serious ass. And he looked pretty good without a shirt too, but that was hardly important as we went a couple of rounds in the ring with both of us coming out pretty bloody and bruised with him as the winner, barely. Son of a bitch and his Krav Maga, damn, but I gave as good as I got. Afterwards I slowly warmed up to him, and actually made an effort to get to know him. And while I still hated English with a passion, even before our meeting in the ring, I hadn't tried to cut out of tutoring with Dante or tried to slack off save to try and poke the bear when it got to be too much for me.
Grace is another story altogether though. While I had problems with her brother, she I warmed up to almost immediately from day one. I met her shortly after settling into MWH, when I got lost in the school and found myself in front of the music hall, where Grace was in the middle of practicing for a future performance. Before I knew what was going on, I wound up wandering in and she noticed me just as she and the rest of the group was finishing up, and we hit it off pretty quick after that. Something about the girl makes her very approachable, easy to talk to, and it helps she's pretty easy on the eyes to boot, but I've always been into the soul of a person rather than how they look on the outside since good looks are fleeting and are useless in judging a person's true nature anyway. It took a couple of conversations, and a random meeting at lunch where Grace saw me sitting alone before we started to become a regular thing together, but Grace asked me if I wanted to learn the guitar, and that was how that got started, and our friendship took off from there. I'm nowhere near her level, or so I think anyway, but I've found I genuinely like the instrument and I'm able to pluck a song or two with minimum difficulty or having to look up the notes constantly thanks to Grace's help in that area. She's a good teacher and a better friend than I deserve, and while she's a little looser than I'd like, that's just a consequence of being raised differently is all and not a negative in her favor. Anyway, while I'm only a part of the school's boxing team, which means no need for a cheer squad, I've seen Grace in the crowd a couple of times, sometimes with her brother no less. Beyond that though, the only thing of note that they've been a part of is the fact Grace and Dante were present for a peanut related incident at a shithole of a restaurant I've since gone out of my way to avoid like the plague.
To sum up a long story, the waiters fucked up my order, but thankfully Dante grabbed the offending nut before I could eat it. So while I was having a near total breakdown in the bathroom about the same time Grace had flown up to management like a bat outta hell, Dante followed me as far as he could to the bathroom and when it became apparent that I wasn't coming out on my own, he sent Grace in after me where she found me struggling with my injection of epinenephrine. She got me calmed down as I shook and trembled like a leaf from that very close call that thankfully hadn't required a shot, otherwise I doubt I'd be here right now telling you about it. From there though, it became readily apparent to me that Grace and her brother were worth keeping around for the long haul, and I felt safe and trusted them enough to bring them home to meet my family, my parents first naturally. My mother especially loved Dante although why I could never say, but my dad was all for me and Grace once he learned she was who I had been taking lessons from. Whatever the case, we've been pretty fast and good friends since and I doubt anything could pull me, Grace, and Dante apart now.
Ai Haruno is an interesting guy. Hailing from across the sea, Ai came to America in a foreign exchange program around the same time my family and I moved out to New York. Whereas I was a stranger to the state, he was a stranger to the whole damned country, so that alone got my attention and didn't make me feel quite as awkward in the school we'd be attending together. Of course, the only reason I met was because Grace introduced us, but I had seen him in the gym a couple of times before, practicing his assorted self-defense techniques he had picked up in his homeland. Still, as for him being some famous singer back home, I could have cared less about all that, especially since after trying out the kind of music Ai's known for, I made it no secret I wasn't a fan. Don't get me wrong, I like Ai a fair bit, he's a nice guy, a good friend to have around especially since he's so relaxed if a bit socially awkward, and he has a pretty good singing voice, I just don't like his kind of music is all. So no, I'm not friends with him just because he's famous. I could care less one way or the other about his singing career, so long as he enjoys it and he's happy doing what he's doing. Will I be attending any of his concerts though? Nope, not a chance in Hell. I will say this though, the little guy can fight if he had half a mind to throw his weight around. Don't let his short, diminutive stature fool you. For being such a calm, collected person, Ai can move pretty quick and he hits pretty hard. Believe me I know, I've sparred with him on more than one occasion.
Arek Czeslaw Ellis:
Arek, the preppy nerd of MWH, yet despite his admittedly outdated views on a lot of things, due more to a well-meaning but religious borderline nutjob upbringing or so I like to think, he himself isn't a bad kid. If anything, he's like that annoyingly smart little brother I never knew I wanted, or needed. Needless to say, he's a good guy, smart, intelligent, and despite his eccentricities, I'm a fan of some of his quirky personality traits. He's a damn science nerd, and while I'm pretty smart, he makes me look like an idiot. That's not a bad thing in this case though, but it was established pretty quick that if he preached at me in the slightest, I'd likely punch him in the throat at least once just to shut him up. Beyond that, we have had no issues, and while I haven't invited him to meet my family, it might be sooner rather than later if things keep going as they are. Thus far though, we've only seen a couple of movies, seen a few concerts, and he's even gotten me into to observe some of his D&D games, which honestly weren't that bad truth be told even though I'm not a fan of the fantastical stuff he is. But in Arek's case, it's just another of his little brotherly endearing qualities that he possesses.
Dalton Carver, one of the few people I can relate to that doesn't have a pair of boobs. If anything, I'd almost feel safe in saying we could go further in our close friendship, but I'm comfortable with where things are right now. Besides, he's got enough on his plate then having to worry about me as well, beyond what he does already anyway. Since moving to New York a year ago, it didn't take much for me to find Dalton and feel almost drawn to the southern boy who lost the family farm when he was a kid. But I didn't become his friend out of sympathy or pity, I became his friend because he's genuinely a nice guy and he's hilarious to boot. He's got a far more positive outlook on life than most people I know, myself included, but that's not saying much in my case. Point is, he knows a great deal about me than a lot of people can claim, save perhaps Grace and Dante, in that order, and I know just as much about him in turn. The fact his mother's sick I've kept to myself, but he knows that if he ever needs to talk, I'd be there for him.
Juniper 'June' Renae Wrigley
The artsy tree hugger of MWH, and I mean that in the best way possible. June's one of those friends I made strictly at school, thus far, but that's not to say I don't like her. I do like her, she just doesn't have a lot in common with me is all. She's more into volunteering for planting trees and rescuing animals and stuff like that, which hey, more power to her if it makes her happy, but that's not my thing is all. I will say this about her though, after meeting her near her art class one day before a tutoring session in math and spotting one of her nearly finished projects, I have to say she's pretty good behind a brush, but her math skills are laughable. I know, that sounds harsh, but she's made a great deal of improvement thanks to my help, so she's far from stupid.