We Could Be Heroes; A Sexy Superhero RP 2nd Arc Recruitment! MALES NEEDED!

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Quote from: Kodoku Okami on May 31, 2018, 11:49:16 PM
Beginner - Hour ~ minor injures( lacerations, light fractures) Exhausted - To an extent like she just ran a mile.
Intermediate -
Master - Half-hour ~ Major injuries(Deep cuts, broken bones and infections.) Exhausted - To an extent like she just took a long jog.

Ok, so...what do you consider "Minor" injuries and what would you consider "Major Injuries?" What I'm unclear on here is kind of...where the differences lie.

What I need you to do is break it down like this:

Beginner:
Minor Injuries (EG R, S, T): Time Limit, Cost.
Intermediate Injures (EG U, V, W): Time limit, Cost.
Mastery (EG X, Y, Z): Time Limit, Cost.

At the moment, it reads kind of...garbled, and I'm not sure what you're getting at. >.>
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Men in general judge more by the sense of sight than by that of touch, because everyone can see but few can test by feeling. Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are; and those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion. Therefore it is unnecessary to have all the qualities I have enumerated, but it is very necessary to appear to have them. And I shall dare to say this also, that to have them and always observe them is injurious, and that to appear to have them is useful; to appear merciful, faithful, humane, religious, upright, and be so, but with a mind so framed that should you require not to be so, you may be able and know how to change to the opposite.

Dubbed the "Oath of Drake,"
A noble philosophy; I adhere...for now.

Sheng

Hello there!

I've showed interest in this before and i certainly still do!
If i seem familiar, i applied about a year ago, and got pretty far in the character creation process before ultimately having to take a hiatus.

So here is my lightly revised character: Tyler Hess!

Tyler Hess

NAME: Tyler Hess

AGE: 17 (Turning 18)

SEX: Male

APPEARANCE: Tyler is a plain guy. He doesn't care much for fancy brand clothing nor fancy sneakers. Comfort is what he's going for, so you'll see him in some well worn sneakers, and a casual t-shirt or a jumper in the winter. Although he's mostly found in jeans, he can be spotted in some jogging pants occasionally. He does know how to dress up however, and the few times where the event calls for it or the mood strikes Tyler can be seen in some interesting formal clothing.  He can't grow a beard for the life of him, but as compensation his semi-long dirty blonde hair basically takes care of itself. Looking great even if it's a little messy. He's not exactly a buff guy, but not exactly scrawny either. He fits in that middle of the pack limbo between having a little extra on the sides and having a six pack.  Where he does stick out bodytype-wise is his decently tall stature, clocking in at 6 ft 2 inches. His eyes are a bright emerald green, and more often than not filled with passionate energy. You'll most likely find him with a casual smile, or a doofy one right after a terrible joke or pun.
Tyler

ORIENTATION: Straight

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

TYPE: Class clown/ Jester

POWER THEME: State shift
Description of power: His power allows him to change the state of a material. This is limited to existing states of the material, example; water into ice, but not wood into liquid wood. The state shift is initiated through his hands, and can be kept up after leaving his hands with training. A general rule of thumb for his power is: The more complicated the atomic composition, the higher power expenditure. In general, more complicated materials requires more energy and skill. Things such as mixtures would be harder and require more energy than the two pure products. He is unable to skip a material's state, and so is unable to go from gas to solid, he can however with practice make the switch from gas, to liquid and then to solid rather quickly. With his state shifts, there are no temperature changes. Only it's mechanical and physical properties change, up to the point where the shift ends where it will return to it's prior state and properties. The material that is manipulated during the shift is unmoving unless manipulated or molded by Tyler. Kept in place by the state shift Hence, the phase-shifted material would return to its original shape unless Tyler molded it.

Curent abilities:
At day one, his powers are limited to simple materials (Mostly pure water, simple gasses, pure iron). Water is the composition he is the most comfortable with, and with pure water he can change the state, from solid to liquid and vice versa, of about half a liter for about a minute before needing to release the shift. At the end of the shift his control will start to fade, and the state will start to shift slowly. If he pushes himself to this limit, he'll be burned out for around 2 hours before being able to use his powers again, and 6 hours to fully recover. With more comfortable sizes, like half a cup, he can go upwards of 5 minutes before burning himself out.

His current control of gas is very limited, due to the fleeting nature of gas. Even with changing liquid water into gas, the shift will end within seconds as the gas leaves his hands and control. 

For more complicated materials, like pure iron, he'll be able to do a state shift of around a fifth of a kilo worth of iron for about 15 seconds before burning himself out, with the same time for recovery as stated above. With more comfortable sizes, like 50 grams, he'll be able to keep the shift up for a full minute.

He can keep up a state shift without touching the thing he shifted for about 5 seconds, but after this he suffers a much more severe burnout, needing 4 hours just to try and use his powers, and 12 to be back to usual level. There is however a range to this, and if the item leaves a radius of 1 meter from him, the shift will end with him being unable to keep it up that far away.

Moderate level
Once he's trained for quite a while, the table of things which he can state shift will increase, opening up some things like simpler mixtures and more complicated elements. I imagine few elements is out of his control, but a lot of mixtures are. In other words, there's basically no pure element that he can't shift at this level, but as soon as it is a little diluted or impure he begins to have trouble. For mixtures or impure elements, he'll be able to hold the shift for a volume of around half a liter for about 2 minutes before burning himself out. 

His control of gas will increase, allowing him to start state shifting gas, at a an expenditure like what he usually had for solids and liquids. That means that he'll be able to shift about a volume of half a liter to a solid for around a full minute, after which he'll be burned out.

His control of liquids and solids will increase, allowing him to shift larger volumes for longer. For smaller quantities like half a liter, he'll be able to hold his shift for around 5 minutes comfortably, and 10 minutes if he's straining himself, and for larger quantities like 4 liters he'll be able to hold the shift for 20-30 seconds before burning himself out.

He'll be able to increase the time of which he can keep up a shift without being in contact with the material, as well as increasing the range. I imagine that this is a prime area of improvement for him, and he'll be able to keep a shift going comfortable for around 15 seconds, at distances about 5 meter radius around him.

He'll likely also explore trying to mold the things he change, by letting things liquify and solidify in turns to change it's look. However his limits to time and the extra energy it takes to change forth and back makes this very limited, and the things he can do is usually very crude and basic, and mostly limited to simple things such as water. When trying to mold he'll be able to do a fifth of what his usual level is for solids and liquids. Half a liters volume for around a minute, and two minutes if he strains himself to the point of burning out.

Mastery

Once he's mastered his skill, there is no material which he cannot shift (As long as it is actually shift-able. Still no wood into liquid wood)
Even mixtures of several different components he will be able to shift. For example will he be able to take the air, which is composed of a lot of different gasses, and make that liquid, although at slightly more strain.

His skill with gasses has increased tremendously, and he's able to comfortably shift gasses of upwards of two liters of volume into liquid, for upwards of 5 minutes before feeling the wind starting to get knocked out of him, and 10 minutes if he burns himself out.

His skill with solids and liquids are now incredible, and with ease he can shift volumes of upwards of 10 liters for about 15 minutes without feeling much burn. If he decides to burn himself out, he can have volumes of around 50 liters shifted for about 1 minute.

He has also perfected his ability to keep up a shift, even without physical contact, and can keep up smaller sizes like a volume of a single liter of solid, within 1 meter of him at the same strain as physically touching it. Further more he's able to keep the same volume at around 15 meters radius shifted for about 5 minutes. His power scales at 1:5 with liter to meter at this point, so he'll be able to keep up to 3 liters at 5 meters radius at the same strain. Deciding to burn himself out, he'll be able to keep volumes of around 10 liters at about 10 meters for upwards of 5 minutes.

He's also gotten better at molding the things he shifts, and can create rather artful recreations of what he shifts with relative ease as long as it's small quantities. Being able to mold things of around a third of a liter without any burn. For larger things, about a liter, he'll be able to mold it with some strain, and will need about two hours break afterwards to recharge. Burning himself out he'll be able to mold things upwards of five liters, but then need 4 hours before he can even use his powers again, and 10 hours before he's back to full.

At this point he's so well versed with his shifts that they are close to instant in time, and even shifts from gas to solid seems like it happened directly, and that he didn't shift it to liquid first. Although for larger things one can still see that it isn't happening in the blink of an eye, and instead is a process that just moves quickly. If he was to try and shift a long road of water, the shift would be performed at a speed of around 2 meters per second.


CHARACTER FLAW:
He suffers a lot from being unable to limit his state shift. If he activates his power and tries to state shift something that is out of his ability, he'll burn himself out quickly with little chance at stopping himself. This can especially be an issue with mixtures which he thinks is pure.

His range limit can burn him out rather quickly, if something he is focusing on shifting is taken out of his hands and removed from his range of control. As he is often unable to stop his shift, the removal of the thing he shifted from his range would burn him out in a matter of seconds.

The nature of his jokes and pranks are mostly good hearted, but he does suffer from holding very little holy at the sake of comedy. This can lead to him making jokes about sensitive subject matter, that can get him in trouble with his peers.

Tyler is also a realist, and suffers from his world view being rocked hard by the sudden appearance of super powers. This is further emphasized by his own powers defying the laws of physics, which otherwise were anchors of logic in his own head. This gives him an identity crisis, as what he held as the few actual constants in the world is no longer constant, and he is forced to reevaluate what he thought was right and wrong.

Tyler has certain triggers, which he very often is able to keep locked down. However it can happen that something hits him the wrong way, and the large smile and playful nature grows awfully serious, even angry, at a moments notice. It is something he works with, but those close to him can often time see when it is starting to surface.


BIOGRAPHY: 

Tyler grew up in a rather simple home. A big brother 4 years older than him, a mother and father that had a stable marriage. He didn’t have much going against him, and basically flew through elementary school with little issue. Spending a lot of time playing around with the other kids whenever school was finished. By the time his brother was finished with high school, he was about to start. Yet unlike himself, his brother performed rather weakly. Earning results far below what Tyler was getting, and so the expectations for Tyler were high.
His casual relationship with school quickly became his downfall though and while he was expected to be this prodigy to overcome his brother, he instead saw his grades steadily decline. His parents were far from happy with this evolution, and angry questions as to why he didn’t get a higher grade was the norm in his home whenever the grades started to roll in. Despite his parents clear dissatisfaction, he was still a well above average student.

With his parents constant comments about him not performing well enough, and his brother starting to rack in great grades in university. Tyler began to feel like the tables had turned on him. He was supposed to be the smart kid of him and his brother, and suddenly he wasn’t. He tried his best to do well in school, but even with him earning nothing but B+ to A- his parents expected
more.

They might never have intended it to be that way, but what they thought was encouragement began to form inside of him as a nagging fear. A fear of falling through. He was always told he had a brain to be great, and that he would become something amazing if he set his mind to it, but even with great results he was told he wasn’t good enough. There was always something he could do better. Nothing was ever as it should be. His brother tried to encourage him, and keep him at it but after he moved out it began to worsen.

Trying to balance his social life, as well as his school life he felt the stress began to get to him. Attempting to catch up on sleep in the weekends he was called a slacker for sleeping in. At first it didn’t get to him, but after months of him keeping at it, at trying his best and still getting no recognition. Still being seen as failing to be what he was supposed to be, his self consciousness began to tear away at him. At moments of weakness he started to feel like he wasn’t good enough, that he couldn’t live up to what he was told by his parents he should.

He never broke down. He always managed to just keep himself by, earning grades just enough for his parents not to be too concerned. However he began to retract into himself when home. Refuse to let his parents into his school activities at a fear of them disapproving. At school he was still his usual self, smiling at happy. Ready to crack a joke at a moments notice. It was all just a façade, a mask he put up to hide away his insecurities. He had always been self confident. Feeling like he could take on the world, but when things started to get harder and harder, cracks started to form in his confidence.

Even those close to him, his dear friends didn’t get to see this side of him. He carried it alone, and wanted it to stay that way. He was certain that he could do this on his own. However the longer he continued on like this, the more cracks in his self confidence began to form. By the time he was halfway through high school, carrying all those expectations on his shoulders had begun to take a toll on him. He started to attend more social events to spend less time at home. To keep himself from thinking of what was going on at home. It didn’t work well though, as the extra time spent away gave him less time to study, and the stress of studies mixed in with how the constant echo of expectations made them grow inside him. Twisting what might be encouraging words to be demands. Demands he couldn’t meet. Humor became his way out. Taking little serious to occupy himself.



He started to live a double life. The happy go lucky jester at school, and the reclusive kid at home. It didn’t help separating his lives, and he began to add on more expectations to himself at school. To always be funny, always be able to be there for his friends and always being able to attend everything. There was a little solace for Tyler though. A few friends from his childhood. The type of friends that made the noise of the world drown away whenever you were together. Whenever Tyler felt like he was on the very brink of breaking down, he found shelter in those friends. Juggling his life between the school, being social, and recharging his batteries with his old friends, Tyler found a balance that allowed him to go on. Still downwards spiraling, but continuing forward. That was how his life was up until summer break between sophomore and junior year.

Summer break started well for Tyler. The stress of exams was leaving his body, he even went on vacation with his parents. Enjoying the new sights and breathing room that came with it. Life didn’t go easy on Tyler however. The day after he got home from vacation, he saw an ominous message on social media. One of his old friends were in the hospital. There had been some accident, but the one who posted it to let them know didn’t know what. Tyler didn’t believe this. It had to be some wicked joke, and with worries starting to hammer away at his chest he took his phone and began to rapidly call every friend he had, with at least some connection to the hospitalized friend. Nobody knew if it was true, nobody could confirm or deny it. Only that they had read the message and were worried as well. Tyler couldn’t get answers, right up until the point where the poster returned his call.

Barely able to spit out the words through sobs, seven words impaled Tyler like a knife. ”He is not going to make it.”. Tyler’s head began to spin, not only did his worst fear get confirmed, but it was worse than he could ever have thought. Tyler was in clear disbelief. Even with his friend telling him that he was lying in the hospital he would not accept it. He almost threw the phone away in anger as he ended the call. There was only one thing to do and sending off a message to the mother of his dear old friend he anxiously awaited the response. Hours passed, but it felt like minutes. The phone vibrating in his pocket was like a beacon of hope lighting up, right up until the point of him reading the display. Then that hope died down as quickly as it lit down, although the worries and fears were for now replaced with another emotion. Determination.

Calling up his brother, he told him of what was happening. With no hesitation he grabbed the car key, and while still talking to his brother he began to run to the car, right up until the point where his brother yelled at him. Suddenly bursting out in aggression and told Tyler to stop. And with those words, Tyler stopped. The foolishness of his act washing over him, as he fell to his knees in the parking lot. And for the first time, tears began to run. The grim realization of his friend not being long for this world, the fact that he was about to have risked his life driving around in an emotional unstable state like this. As soon as the first tear left his eye, he realized just how dangerous he would have been behind the wheel, because once the flood gates had opened he wouldn’t have been able to drive.

A few minutes later, his brother pulled up. Picking him up and starting a race to towards the hospital. Tyler was unable to speak. His brother asked him what happened, and he couldn’t get the words out. It was as if saying them like this was accepting it, and he didn’t want to. He couldn’t. His mind was a mess of thoughts. The love for his brother, for being able to depend on him in times like this. The crashing tidal wave of sadness from the news, the uncertainty, the slight hope. It all blended together, and left was Tyler, shaking lightly in place as they reached the hospital.

Tyler flew up the stairs, almost barging into the room where his friends was. He stood there, panting and sweating, as the many eyes of his friend’s parents, siblings and grandparents rested on him. The only sounds in the room was his ragged breath, and the slight beeps of the heart monitor. Even with his worries, even with his crying, there had always been a slight shimmer of this all being a cruel joke. But in the middle of the room his friend was lying. It looked like he was fine, except for a bandage around the top of his head. Tyler felt himself stop. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t stand. It was like something inside of him was dying along with his friend.

Every vital organ is his body was in perfect condition. There was nothing wrong with him. Nothing at all! Except for one thing. His brain. His friend was just laying still. So close and yet so far away. On staggering legs he dragged himself to the side of the hospital bed. Reaching out, he touched the arm of his friend. It was still warm. It was still him. It was still his friend. One of the friends that were his solace. His way out when his worries became too much. His shelter when the world was against him. Yet here he was. Unmoving. Braindead.
When school started again. Tyler was borderline nowhere to be seen. He skipped classes, missed social events and basically never answered whenever his friends tried to reach out to him. It was like something had changed him, and if anybody tried to inquire about it they were met with aggression. Nobody was told about this. Only he, his brother and parents, and the rest of his old friends knew of it.

Tyler had been dealing with his sorrow inside of himself. Living in his own little diving bell, watching life pass him by on the outside while he was stuck in grief on the inside. He lost the interest in school. He lost the interest in his friends. His whole life began to revolve around the loss of his friend. Something he carried by himself. His parents were worried, offering him to get help by a professional, and he met their offer with anger. The only time he ever got a rest from this anger, this frustration, this grief, was when he was sitting at the place of the accident. Keeping lights alive. Keeping the memory of his friend alive. However, as months passed, there were fewer lights. There were no more flowers, and Tyler felt like he was more and more alone in his grief. By the time winter rolled around he could no longer visit the place of accident. People no longer cared. There were no room for lights, no room for flowers. It was forced back to normal. But Tyler was not back to normal. He was still in pieces.

By spring, something started to happen inside of him. Forced by his parents he started to attend a social event every now and then, and during one of these he realized just how warm he felt inside for a moment. A younger student, who was struggling with getting to know people. Tyler reluctantly was helping him get to know some of his peers, although halfway into the event, he realized just how the reluctance was melting away and replaced by something else. A warmth. A feeling he hadn’t felt since the accident. Happiness. Despite this happening, he didn’t attend more social events after that. It had shown him something he wasn’t ready to accept.

Tyler attended the funeral. Tyler kept the lights going at the place of accident. Yet despite over half a year passing, he had never visited the grave. Tyler couldn’t say why. It felt like the final step of grief, and Tyler was far from finished with his grief. However, that day he decided to go. The graveyard was in bloom, and everywhere he looked there were flowers of all sorts of colors. Although one thing in particular was more beautiful than anything else to him. His friend was buried at the base of a young tree. A sapling which would grow to be a large tree one day. This tree was in bloom as well. Tiny green leaves sprouting from it’s thin branches. Tyler fell to his knees. Tears starting to flow again as he read the plate with his dear friend’s name. As he looked at the tree in bloom. The futility of him doing this alone. The grief reopening. It was like a set of revelations continuously washing over him as the tears streamed. It was idiocy to carry this grief alone. His friend would be frowning on him if he knew that the friend that had always been happy. Always joking and smiling had lost his light.
It was spring. The perfect time to change. With the bloom of the tree symbolizing his friend, he would grow as well. Thoughts like these powered through his mind as he stayed on his knees till night rolled over the graveyard. Even with the cold starting to tug at him, he remained. It wasn’t till the last tear had left his eyes, that he began to rise. Standing up, he stood just about as tall as the small tree, and for the first time in a long time. He began to smile. Goodbye old friend

The jester got his smile back. Tyler attacked his life with a new determination. A new appreciation for life. Intended not on wasting it, and with the clarity he earned during his grief, he realized just how much it helped himself to help others. The warmth of happiness might have spread to his life once more after that day, but he never forgot how he felt during that social event. Tyler wanted to make his friend up above proud, live for the both of them, and he would do so by being the best version of himself he could ever be. Tyler turned his life around, and started to participate even more than before. School, social events, anything! Even going as far as helping to organize everything social he could get his hands on. Whether it was introduction programs for new students, extra curricular activities, school trips, parties or anything of the sort. He threw himself at it with vigor. Even with that incentive, he also attacked his studies with new energy, raising his declining grades from being generally mediocre in comparison to some of his peers, to being above average in some fields.

He even became open about his self worth issues, opening up to those closest around him about how he felt, and how he feared not being good enough. Fearing to fail to meet expectations. And while his fear wasn’t cured, and especially flared up around exam times, getting it off his shoulders alone was an improvement. What had previously been a mask of humor, became the true him. Tyler had never felt better, and while he was still scared of failing to the point of crippling desperation around exams, the cracks in his self confidence and self worth were starting to heal up, just in time with him being at the precipice of turning a chapter in life. Finishing high school.

School had always been center stage in his life, forced upon him by his parents. So apart from school, he never really had the time to develop serious skill with an instrument, nor achieve greatness in sports. He did have his hobbies, none of which he was necessarily any good at, but it was a nice breathing room from stressing out about school.  Particularly he enjoyed the imaginative worlds of video games and books, he was far from a nerd who could list every Jedi and Sith in existence, nor tell you about the flora and fauna of distant fantasy worlds.  The worlds however, as rarely as he visited them were always something he enjoyed doing. Curious to understand the world somebody else had built. Music, like most, is also something he enjoys, and he can not tell you exactly why. Something about how words are weaved together, to create rhyme schemes, syllable counts, pronunciations all meshed together with the music to ascend to something higher. As rarely as he got to do it, sometimes he enjoys just sitting down and picking things apart. Most often seen doing this with rap music. Most days however, what he spends his ‘hobby time’ on, is organizing stuff, expanding his social network to be as large as possible or social media.

In senior year, he started to further develop himself as an individual, exploring different things to find out who he is and what he likes. A lot of this is done through exposure from his friends, who introduces him to a slew of different past times. He's still learning new things he enjoys, and approaches almost everything he stumbles upon with a open mind, giving it at least one shot before knocking it.
Although, his largest past time would be organising. Be it extra curricular activities, parties or something else. He's embraced his love for taking part in all that he can, even if it is a lot of work.

Things were going well for Tyler, yet in the start of senior year, fate decided to throw a curve ball at him. The young man whom had started to find his footing was put back on shaky ground, as during their annual skiing trip, an earthquake struck. Tyler himself was out and about, visiting some of his peers as the earth began to tremble. He wasn’t too worried at first, dismissing it as a ravine which obviously wouldn’t be dangerous, the ski resort would have accounted for that. Yet those around him weren’t so sure, and as shaking became more intense, Tyler was getting unsure about his.

It had been a long day. Even with the shaking Tyler had to make sure that nobody was caught outside or in danger. Sprinting from window to window he tried to look for anyone outside, yet it seemed there were no one. All they he could do was wait it out, which he did. By the time everyone was accounted for, Tyler was an emotional mess. Because when it was apparent that there was actual danger involved, he began to get restless, constantly questioning if there could be someone out there, someone who could get hurt. He couldn't lose another one.

When everyone were being tallied up, Tyler’s eyes darted around like he was panicking. As if trying to count everyone faster, make sure everyone was there. His arms were shaking, and his eyes were distant. There were no fire in them, no smile on his lips. Right up until the point that everyone had been accounted for and were safe. Looking like somebody has pushed a mountain off of his shoulders, Tyler almost passed out right on the spot. The toll of exhaustion and emotional worries culminated in Tyler having nothing but fumes left in the tank, and with people accounted for he staggered back to his bed where he let the sweet embrace of sleep take him.

Tyler woke up a little sore, having been so tense the day before that he could most definitely feel it in his body today. He dragged himself to the bathroom, and let the water run in the sink. Waiting for water to pool up so that he could splash himself with the water to wake up. With closed eyes he bend in over the sink and cupped his hands. Lifting the water up to his face, he expected the water to splash all over when he poured his cupped hands, but it didn’t. Instead it was like something rolled out of his hands, only to splash his midriff. Tyler was surprised by his ability to screw up something he had done a million times before, but it wasn’t that bad. He was tired, and he could just throw on some new clothes.

Once more he let his hands dive into the water, yet something felt off. His body pulsed with a strange energy, as if something was surging from his very core to the tips of his fingers. His legs were trembling, and opening his eyes Tyler were met with a peculiar sight. The water in the sink were no longer liquid. Tyler had to blink repeatedly to try and figure out what on earth was going on. However, just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. Like somebody had turned off the tap, the strange surge inside of him completely cut off. As it did, the ice reverted, becoming liquid again. Retracting from the corners of the sink, creeping inwards to his hands until there were no more ice. Only liquid. The world started to blur in front of his eyes, unable to accept what was happening in front of his eyes. The next sensation that hit him was a crushing physical exhaustion, tapped dry completely, and then his vision darkening completely as his body collapsed on the bathroom floor.


Personality
Tyler is very open, and will embrace basically everyone he meets with the smile and demeanor of a friend. However this can and will diminish quickly if the openness is not returned. Even for those he dislikes he keeps up appearances with a smile when they do cross paths, although he does try to evade them as much as possible. Despite his joking nature, and his love for silliness, he can grow serious. This is mostly seen when he is alone with people, and will often go to great lengths to make sure that the one he is spending time with is comfortable. Even new acquaintances gets this treatment, and he’ll spend a lot of hours getting to know them and trying to help them if it’s needed. He’ll often go out of his way to catch his friends, if he suspects something is weighing them down, and try to get them to share it with him. Or better it in some other manner. Whether it be listening, or just offering company.

When he is with a group of friends, or generally in a group, this part of him is not prominent. Here he is a jester at heart, and jokes about basically whatever he can, be it inappropriate, in bad taste or just funny. He’s not exactly hard to convince to do stupid stuff, and even a vague pitch of something that could be funny is enough to get him on board. Whether it’s skinny dipping, pranking a fellow student or something else entirely. In fact he’ll often be the one to initiate this kind of silliness. This has often times landed him in unfavorable situations. Whether it be hurting a friend or a peer he doesn’t know so well with his jokes, or ending up in trouble from doing something silly. He doesn’t let it get to him though, and tries to better the situation either with more humor, or apologizing. That is granted that he catches that he hurt somebody, which isn’t always his strong suit.

He can be seen as a slight bit all over the place by those who  doesn't know him, but having his finger on the pulse to the extent that he has, he often have a lot of balls in the air at the same time, and juggling all of those can make him seem a slight bit forgetful at times. That also means that he can have trouble with focusing on one thing in particular, and can be the friend who's on the phone while you're hanging out. Not because he's bored, but because he simply forgets how it makes the other part feel.


THEME SONG: Shaggy: Wasn't me. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2g5Hz17C4is

Bonus song. Marvelous Mosell: Antikommerciel Masseappel. (He doesn’t understand it, and it doesn’t really matter. It’s full of energy, fun and silly looking, that’s what earns it the place.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TgZOpTk6Z9M 

Writing prompt 1

Tyler was woken abruptly by the shrieking sound of his alarm. The tone specifically chosen for being the most ear ravaging and annoying sound he could get his hands on so that he’d never sleep through it. A feat he sometimes still managed, much to his friends surprise. Tyler wasn’t so taken back by it, he had always been sleeping like a rock and even made a habit of spacing out several alarms at perfect intervals for non-stop ringing till he woke up. Reaching out for his phone, he began to deactivate the series of alarms that would follow the current one and then turned that one off as well. A groan escaped his lips as he dropped the phone onto his bed, and dragging his hand across his face. He had to work hard not to give in to the sweet temptation of just turning around and falling back asleep. This internal war continued for about a minute before he sat up in bed like a bolt of lightning shocked him awake on the spot. “FUCK!” He let out in frustration. It was exam day, and not just any exam. It was his English exam. The one subject he just couldn’t get right no matter how many hours he threw at it.

Jumping out of bed he began scraping up some clothes from his chair, pulling on the clothes he wore the day before. Grunting and letting out other primal noises as he skipped around on one leg, pulling up his pants, as he was blindfolded by the t-shirt he pulled down over his torso. Looking more like a circus act than a high school student, he frantically pushed down a wealth of hand written notes and schoolbooks into his backpack, then rushed out of the door. His hair was a mess, his t-shirt was inside out, he wore no socks in his sneakers. All he cared about was making it to the exam in time as he sprinted towards the room. Last night had been spent buried in his books, reading up on everything from the history of English literature, popular books, grammatical rules and everything in between. Still he felt the slight sting in his neck, the feeling of not being prepared. That he had missed something, and that the answer was nowhere to be found in his chaotic mess of notes in his back. It was too late to think about that though, and bursting through the door of the school he rushed the last of the way. Finally he could see the door, and those from his class whom were taking the exam before him. Slowing his sprint he came to a halt just before passing his friends, and began to realize just how much he was panting.

Beads of sweat pearling on his forehead and Tyler bend over with his hands resting on his knees. “Hey Tyler, overslept again?” a familiar voice asked in a teasing fashion, and Tyler would have replied back snarkily if it wasn’t for the fact he could barely get any air through his rapid ragged breathing. A few moments of rapid panting later, he raised his head to look at his friend. Then managed to push out through his slightly less heavy breathing. “It’s a mad world out there… People are smiling! Carefree! I envy them.. So ignorant of the horror we face…  “ Tyler said in overdramatic fashion as he raised himself back up and planted his hand on his fellow student’s shoulder and whispered, words leaving his lips like they were forbidden, as if the words themselves were cursed with evil.  “…The English exam..”

Writing prompt 2

Tyler looked at himself in the mirror. He never had any issues with his hair, but right now he just couldn’t get it to be right! He basically never spent more than a minute looking at himself and getting ready, but he had already spent fifteen minutes just trying to fix his hair. It was not a good sign. His hair being unruly was a bad omen. At least that was what he convinced himself as he latched onto the sink with both hands, knuckles going white from how tightly he held on. Staring himself down through the mirror, bright emerald eyes latching on to themselves as if trying to dive deep within himself. He stood like this for almost a minute before he exhaled deeply, followed by a brief shake of his head. Trying to regain his composure. They had been friends for a long while him and Tina, but he was still taken back, when he jokingly suggested that if she thought he was such a swell guy then they should go out on a date, and she accepted on the spot!

Tina had often times mentioned how she loved like there was no need to pretend she was something she wasn’t whenever they were together. Tyler didn’t think of this as he prepared though, all he was focused on was living up to what she expected of him, and even though it was clear to see from an outsiders perspective Tyler had yet to put the pieces together. She didn’t want a fancy date, and yet here he was dressing up. A freshly bought shirt, a tie he borrowed from his dad. Everything felt wrong to him, the clothing was too constricting, the tie felt like it was choking him. However the shirt was a perfect fit when he bought it a day ago, and the tie was not even tightened fully yet.
Nervous was not even close to explaining how he was feeling right now, walking through the streets near Tina’s home he felt how his hands were shaking. His breath was ragged, and he was desperately trying to put together something funny to say when she opened the door. Nothing came to him, he was completely blocked. All this trying only made it harder usually his jokes just popped up in his mind, but the more he tried the more his mind went blank.

Despite the weather being cool outside, he felt pearls of sweat on his forehead as he knocked on her door. Trying to control his breath so he didn’t look like an idiot panting like he had just run a mile. Come on Tyler.. Straighten your back, smile slightly crooked, bare your throat. You got it.. It’s Tina after all, you’ve been thinking of her since grade school.. Then the door swung open, and his date gave him a look up and down before bursting into a loud laughter. Tina was wearing just a hoodie and some casual jeans, and he was dressed up like he was picking her up for prom.

Hours later

Tyler’s body felt like it was on fire. His blood was rushing for his ears. Every fiber of his body felt like it was vibrating. It felt like every inch of his body was encased in electricity, sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before crashing over his very being like a tsunami. Then he opened his eyes. The soft breath of Tina brushed again his face as she slowly exhaled, parting their lips. Tyler could still feel the warmth of her lips, and imprinting itself in his mind was the unforgettable touch of the softness of her lips. He slowly took her hand, and feeling her smaller fingers intertwine with his made everything stand still around him. The only things in his world right now was her. The warmth of her hand, the echo of her kiss, the sound of her breath, the smell of her hair and the enthralling beauty of her blue eyes locked with his. "I don't want you to be something you're not, Tyler.." She whispered, squeezing her tiny hand in his. Those words hit something within him, and as they echoed through his mind he couldn't help but smiling. In this very moment, Tyler was no longer afraid of what anyone thought of him. Of what anyone wanted from him. In this moment, he felt the words of Tina melting away his insecurities. He wanted nothing more than for this moment to last forever, for the two of them to be true to each other, and never hide away who they really were to please others.


Writing prompt 3
“Tyler, I’ve told you. You can’t just arrange a naked run around the high school for the seniors.”

“Why.. not?”

“Because it’s .. It’s… It’s wrong Tyler! What would the teachers say if they found out, the principal could have you expelled for something like that!”

“Everybody is here already, it’s not like we can call it off. It’ll work out, relax. I promise”

“Are you sure?”

“Does the average quantum harmonizer fit a standard issue photonic resonation chamber?”

“..What? What on earth are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what i'm talking about."

"No i - Tyler, for god's sake."

"Just answer the question."

"About what?! I .. I'm not sure?!

“Exactly.”

With that, Tyler set into a sprint, throwing off his shirt on the ground as he began to distance himself from the group of people. Not looking back, his pants were the next to follow. Creating a trail of clothing left behind the teen. Finally his boxers came off, with some awkward hopping along on a single leg as he pulled them off fully. Now in his birthday suit, displaying everything he had, including his far from stellar level of fitness, Tyler began the rather long run around the school.

Tyler was alone in his running for several seconds, but then a roar of excitement boomed so loud he couldn’t help himself from looking back. A few people were starting to throw off their clothes, and more and more joined as the majority of the group was in hot pursuit of him. Before long a group of at least ten students were jogging along besides him, some laughing, some gawking, and then there was Tyler, raising his hands up in the air as he roared out. “MWH, MWH, MWH! Seniors! To the craziest year of our lives!” His body was euphoric, and it had nothing to do with the bodies of the beautiful females running along next to him. His trail of thought was all about how the energy of his friends was running through him, the euphoria of them breaking the rules and being free! There was no arousal- There’s a little arousal- Tyler managed to keep his mind centered for about three seconds before the tantalizing sight of his female peers jogging beside him drew him in. Like a young teen hypnotized by a slow motion scene in Baywatch, his sense of time slowed down.

Or it did, right up until him almost stumbling face first as his foot slipped in some mud. The world returning like somebody pressing the fast forward button, his arms were flailing around as he just barely kept himself up and running. The others began to snicker and chuckle, and he wrestled his thoughts from the carnal pleasures of watching breasts bounce, and with his hand scratching the back of his neck he laughed out awkwardly, the happiness once more washed over him. Reminding him just why it was he did stuff like this, for the laughs of his friends, and for the memories they wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon. Raising his hand once more, he began to pump it up and down as he roared out. “M – W- H! M-W-H!” Repeating it as a mantra as they were about finished with their lap around the school.

Something flew right by his read, a very clear whoosh sound making him turn his head to see what happened. To his surprise he was met with the playful smile of one of his friends, holding a handful of mud which he threatening took aim at him with. Not intending to let it hit, he dove out of the way. Sending himself tumbling through the mud much to his friend’s amusement. He had no clue what he had just started though. Fighting himself back up onto his legs, Tyler let out a booming roar. “MUD FIGHT!” Chaos ensued in the blink of an eye. Naked people trying to stop dead in their tracks, but sliding along the mud from momentum. There were those throwing themselves into the mud out of their own volition. It lasted but a few moments, but it was a brutal war. A mess of arms and legs intertwined as people fought to dirty each other as much as possible, ending up with a group of young naked people, lying on their backs breathing heavily between fits of laughter. As Tyler tried to regain his breath from the jog and mud fight, his eyes fell on the night sky. Twinkling stars, like the look of happiness in the eyes of his friends. Once more he felt the surge of unfiltered happiness running through him, reassuring Tyler of just how happy he was to be alive and be sharing these moments with his friends.
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Ok, so, as a quick reference, can you make a summary list of the alterations you've made? This will affect how closely we need to look at your sheet and whatnot :-)
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Men in general judge more by the sense of sight than by that of touch, because everyone can see but few can test by feeling. Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are; and those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion. Therefore it is unnecessary to have all the qualities I have enumerated, but it is very necessary to appear to have them. And I shall dare to say this also, that to have them and always observe them is injurious, and that to appear to have them is useful; to appear merciful, faithful, humane, religious, upright, and be so, but with a mind so framed that should you require not to be so, you may be able and know how to change to the opposite.

Dubbed the "Oath of Drake,"
A noble philosophy; I adhere...for now.

Sheng

Quote from: Vergil Tanner on July 26, 2018, 06:03:21 AM
Ok, so, as a quick reference, can you make a summary list of the alterations you've made? This will affect how closely we need to look at your sheet and whatnot :-)

Definitely!

I’ve made very minor alterations to his appearance and style.
Changed him from 6”1 and scrawny to be 6”2 and between skinny-lean and having a bit extra on the side.
I also added in his preferences for formal wear when necessity strikes.

I did a minor clarification of his powers, regarding how materials behave when under the influence of his power.

I did some changes to his hobbies, which before were basically non existent, to now being a few but rarely indulged in.

I think that’s about it.

Want me to find and highlight them in the sheet?
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"The secret behind every genius is a heart full of sadness, a mind laced with madness, and just a little bit of magic."

Sheng

*Hugs right back*
Hello Pen!

It’s certainly been a while since my abrupt goodbye.
Have you been doing well?
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I've been missing you, that's for certain. ;) ;) :P :P
In all seriousness, I've been doing okay. Just hanging in there, y'know?

As for your question, I'm certain you won't need to highlight the sheet, but we'll see what Vergil has to say. :)
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Didn’t know I left such an impression  ;)
And I do know. But it’s all about getting some smiles everyday, and I’m glad  to hear you’ve been doing fine.

We’ll see then. I guess I’m just excited to be back, to say the least.
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PentheWonderful

Well you certainly did. ;)

That's great to hear! We're in desperate need of more men. :P
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Oh you~
Now I have to go back and study past me to see if I still have that mojo.
And honestly, that’s a pretty tantalizing sentence if you ask me. ;)
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Oh, I'm sure you'll be fine. :P
Isn't it? ;) It's a wonder why people aren't fighting to get their male characters in.

Also, I took a look at your revised bio, and everything looks pretty good to me! We'll have to wait to see what Vergil says, of course, but otherwise, everything looks quite air tight.
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Crossing fingers!
I’m certainly picking up arms to get in, it’s the first thing I did after returning to E!

I think so too. I don’t think anything major enough has been changed to make it different enough from what it was before, and unless my memory fails me I believe it was approved then. I recall spending some time trying to get the yearbook sorted out right before my departure.
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I've had a nose, and i reckon that given how similar it is to the previous version, just send this copy to me and I can put it up in the Active Characters as is.

You still need to do the Yearbooks though :P
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Men in general judge more by the sense of sight than by that of touch, because everyone can see but few can test by feeling. Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are; and those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion. Therefore it is unnecessary to have all the qualities I have enumerated, but it is very necessary to appear to have them. And I shall dare to say this also, that to have them and always observe them is injurious, and that to appear to have them is useful; to appear merciful, faithful, humane, religious, upright, and be so, but with a mind so framed that should you require not to be so, you may be able and know how to change to the opposite.

Dubbed the "Oath of Drake,"
A noble philosophy; I adhere...for now.

Vergil Tanner

Also:

If Tyler goes after Cassie, Dante will cut him.
No joke.
He gets...possessive.
>.>
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Men in general judge more by the sense of sight than by that of touch, because everyone can see but few can test by feeling. Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are; and those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion. Therefore it is unnecessary to have all the qualities I have enumerated, but it is very necessary to appear to have them. And I shall dare to say this also, that to have them and always observe them is injurious, and that to appear to have them is useful; to appear merciful, faithful, humane, religious, upright, and be so, but with a mind so framed that should you require not to be so, you may be able and know how to change to the opposite.

Dubbed the "Oath of Drake,"
A noble philosophy; I adhere...for now.

Sheng

Quote from: Vergil Tanner on July 26, 2018, 06:51:01 AM
I've had a nose, and i reckon that given how similar it is to the previous version, just send this copy to me and I can put it up in the Active Characters as is.

You still need to do the Yearbooks though :P

I’ll get right to it then!
Quote from: Vergil Tanner on July 26, 2018, 06:51:26 AM
Also:

If Tyler goes after Cassie, Dante will cut him.
No joke.
He gets...possessive.
>.>

Marvelous! What a great way to get some interaction between the two (and probably a hospitalization)
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Quote from: Sheng on July 26, 2018, 06:46:29 AM
Crossing fingers!
I’m certainly picking up arms to get in, it’s the first thing I did after returning to E!

I think so too. I don’t think anything major enough has been changed to make it different enough from what it was before, and unless my memory fails me I believe it was approved then. I recall spending some time trying to get the yearbook sorted out right before my departure.

A very good call indeed. :P

You certainly were approved! I still remember some of the yearbook we made for Cassie and Tyler. Hopefully I still have it so we don't have to go through it again. XD

Quote from: Vergil Tanner on July 26, 2018, 06:51:01 AM
I've had a nose, and i reckon that given how similar it is to the previous version, just send this copy to me and I can put it up in the Active Characters as is.

You still need to do the Yearbooks though :P

What'd I tell ya? :P
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Quote from: PentheWonderful on July 26, 2018, 06:55:56 AM
You certainly were approved! I still remember some of the yearbook we made for Cassie and Tyler. Hopefully I still have it so we don't have to go through it again. XD
I recall having both somewhere in my inbox, i think it was some of the last things i did before poofing. Let me dig it up and send them to your PM :)
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Quote from: Sheng on July 26, 2018, 06:58:38 AM
I recall having both somewhere in my inbox, i think it was some of the last things i did before poofing. Let me dig it up and send them to your PM :)

Good news! I do still have Tyler's entry in Cassie's yearbook! :D
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Quote from: PentheWonderful on July 26, 2018, 07:01:06 AM
Good news! I do still have Tyler's entry in Cassie's yearbook! :D
Oh my! You've been flaunting that for an entire year without me being here?
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Quote from: Sheng on July 26, 2018, 07:02:14 AM
Oh my! You've been flaunting that for an entire year without me being here?

I certainly have, lovely. ;)
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Quote from: PentheWonderful on July 26, 2018, 07:06:15 AM
I certainly have, lovely. ;)

Y'see, I know you're trying to make me and Dante jealous. It will only result in Tylers slow, horrible death.

So by all means, keep going!
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Men in general judge more by the sense of sight than by that of touch, because everyone can see but few can test by feeling. Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are; and those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion. Therefore it is unnecessary to have all the qualities I have enumerated, but it is very necessary to appear to have them. And I shall dare to say this also, that to have them and always observe them is injurious, and that to appear to have them is useful; to appear merciful, faithful, humane, religious, upright, and be so, but with a mind so framed that should you require not to be so, you may be able and know how to change to the opposite.

Dubbed the "Oath of Drake,"
A noble philosophy; I adhere...for now.

PentheWonderful

Quote from: Vergil Tanner on July 26, 2018, 07:10:03 AM
Y'see, I know you're trying to make me and Dante jealous. It will only result in Tylers slow, horrible death.

So by all means, keep going!

Oh hush, not everything is about you, you know. :P :P :P
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Men in general judge more by the sense of sight than by that of touch, because everyone can see but few can test by feeling. Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are; and those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion. Therefore it is unnecessary to have all the qualities I have enumerated, but it is very necessary to appear to have them. And I shall dare to say this also, that to have them and always observe them is injurious, and that to appear to have them is useful; to appear merciful, faithful, humane, religious, upright, and be so, but with a mind so framed that should you require not to be so, you may be able and know how to change to the opposite.

Dubbed the "Oath of Drake,"
A noble philosophy; I adhere...for now.

Sheng

Barely been here a day and already stirring up drama~
This'll be fun indeed!
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    "A bit late," the term does not even touch the damage that this post invokes, but I just thought I would kick the door in here and check to see if there was an availability for new character concepts.

     I have two concept:

     Bin, a shy-guy, AV club, tech genius, with the ability to animate constructs of electricity. This can take the form of semi-sentient data programs, to free-flying Arc, his falcon sized electrical construct which can deliver powerful tazer shots. Bin is kinda your closet bad boy. You have to know him to know what he gets into on a weekly basis, from making detention and suspensions go away, to adjusting attendance, even shaving a few points of grade cards. He runs a little electronic casino online which launders the money he receives for illicit activity. He keeps his business on the up-and-up, no fixing games, no questions and all monitored by his security program so that any audits will come clean.

     Megan, the farmer's daughter who sees herself as The Fashionista, "It is all about cotton this year." Outgoing, active in theater props and wardrobe department, trending her own line of clothing (locally though hopefully will take off soon). Thinking to give her power over some seemingly innocuous material like cotton. She has little idea of the business of fashion outside of design, though she is taking a business elective class for some structure. The politics of the business is probably going to eat this country girl up and spit her out.

Feel free to choose one that fits your game better, both are able to be modified as needed.

What were you thinking just now?

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