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[R0be0]

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[Noel]

Name: Noel Janlarsa
Age: 14
Faceclaim: Asa Butterfield

Personality: Noel handles difficulties and challenge better then most children his age. He can discuss things maturely, and is quick to think when trouble inevitably arises. He talks like someone a few years older than he is, and is irritated when someone treats him like the child that he technically is. Despite often sounding like an adult trapped in the body of a child, emotions still have a heavy grasp on his actions. Noel will let anger control him, foolishly attacking someone who infuriated him. He'll cry openly, and laugh more than necessary. That said, Noel is hard to shake from his calm state; it takes a solid push to make other feelings appear.

Power: Noel has the power of Projection. He can make a copy of himself and use it as he pleases. This copy is not the same as his real body; it can slide through walls if he decides it can't be touched. He can Project this copy to a location he knows, though he struggles with this the further the distance. The projection can always touch what the real Noel is touching; if Noel is holding a knife, then the projection will as well, even if it goes through a wall. However, anything the projection picks up that the true Noel does not have, such as a coat, will literally slide right through him as he shifts to and from being intangible.

The projections -he can make several, though that is extremely hard for him to control- simply vanish when Noel is done, and his consciousness returns to being in his real body alone. Any wounds the Projections take do not physically appear on Noel, but the pain does. Typically, pain breaks his concentration, and the projections will vanish if he's hurt.

[elfaron.]

ｎａｍｅ- "just em is fine, thanks."
ａｇｅ- "seventeen, going on eighteen."
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ- "female, just as i look!"
ｐｏｗｅｒ- "so, maybe i can control metals and magnets and that sort of thing...? cool, huh? it's pretty convenient."

ｐｏｗｅｒ ｉｎ ｄｅｐｔｈ- what em has is magnetism and metal manipulation (only adding control over all metallic objects, not just magnetic ones) powers, which could easily make her quite powerful if she learned how to harness all of her abilities. she can potentially generate and manipulate magnetic fields, release magnetic energy in one of many ways, create force fields (that can or can not attract metal), create objects (even semi-living ones) from magnetism, use her magnetism to fly, mess with electronic connections, magnetize objects or other humans, detect magnetic fields and metallic objects, reshape and move metal objects, and even have limited mind control and motor skill manipulations, and she could, eventually, learn how to track people simply from the iron in their blood or metal on their bodies, or do things as complicated as electricity manipulation. However, at this point in time, she can only move and control metals, create small force fields, interrupt electronic signals, magnetize things, detect magnetic fields and metal objects, and change and reshape metal objects. Her powers will eventually develop further, but they're obviously very new to her. At this point, she's also very prone to screw-ups, ex. she could accidentally break a computer if she gets too close, or accidentally magnetize someone if she touches them. She also cannot control her powers when in extreme heat.
ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ- emery seems like the shy, sweet, intelligent loner, and she'll remain that way until she warms up to you, which can take from a day to a few months. once you get past her soft, outer shell, however, you'll realize that em's snarky and opinionated, with the frequent sarcastic, witty comment. she has a sense of humour, though it's mostly dry and deadpan- normal jokes are, to her, generally stupid, though she loves a good pun. while she's a pretty compassionate person, sometimes em will accidentally- and even not-so-accidentally on occasion- let an insensitive comment slip. this is usually when she's annoyed, in which case she will more than likely apologize profusely. however, she knows that she's gotta be tough sometimes, and with her stubbornness and determination, she can make a stand when the need arises.
ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ- em, though she'd never say it herself, is a very beautiful girl. she has wavy, armpit-length hair that is a subdued red in color, nicely framing her round face. her lips are large, and she has a tendency to accentuate this with bright lipstick- that is, on the occasions where she actually buts on more than a dab of makeup. another one of her larger facial features are her dark brown eyes, which are quite rounded. she also has prominent, somewhat thick eyebrows, and the more obvious parts of her face are contrasted by a small nose, along with quite tiny ears. emery's natural complexion is quite pale, sprinkled with faint freckles over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. she likes to wear jeans with slightly too large t-shirts that hide her figure, complete with converse and hoodies. she also has a tendency to keep her hair down, preferring it in curtains around her face rather than back behind her head.
ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ- for as long as she can remember, em's been fascinated with magnets, metals, and things of that nature. when she was about six, her minor obsession was to the point where she would carry a magnet with her everywhere and put it to anything she thought might stick. while this sounds like an average child, she took it literally everywhere, and her parents couldn't stop her for weeks. she's kept this fascination since, enjoying testing the different properties of metals when she has spare time. at age seven, her parents divorced, and her father remarried a couple years later. emery's not to close with her real mum anymore, but she's extremely close with her stepmother and even closer with her father. over the summer, she's just moved from a small town in the pacific northwest, and isn't excited to go from part time private school and part time home-school to a public school. Her twin brother Evan lives with her mom, and she misses him a lot as they don't get much contact.
ｌｉｋｅｓ ａｎｄ ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ- likes; science, novels, reading in general, learning, sleep, confusing people, thinking, food, trying new things dislikes; ice in her drinks, close-minded people, heat, sitcoms, sharing things she's written, singing, the word 'nonplussed', documentaries
ｆｅａｒｓ ａｎｄ ｄｒｅａｍｓ- fears; fire, bleeding to death, drowning, always being underestimated, losing everyone she cares about dreams; being a novelist, being a scientist, being cared for, being a role model
ｈａｂｉｔｓ ａｎｄ ｈｏｂｂｉｅｓ- habits; biting her fingers, playing with her hair, tapping out rhythms with her fingers/pencils fastening and unfastening things, clicking pens hobbies; reading, writing, chemistry, rock collecting, singing, acting
ｓｕｃｃｅｓｓｅｓ ａｎｄ ｆａｉｌｕｒｅｓ- successes; winning the science fair, honorable mentions in a poetry contest, a+ in science and English, a- in math failures; f in band class, c+ in phys ed, anything involving cooking

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{ｓｈ ｗｉｐ ｇｕｙｓ}

[sunday;]

chapter one

name ➳ mitchell emerett finley winters
nicknames ➳ mitch; emmy from his sister; fin from his parents
age ➳ seventeen
gender ➳ male
birthday ➳ january the twenty fourth, ninety-ninety-six at three forty eight am
birth place ➳ paignton, south devon, england

chapter two

hair ➳ chestnut brown
eyes ➳ hazel-y
skin ➳ peach
height ➳ five foot; eleven inches
weight ➳ one hundred and fifty two pounds
modifications ➳ n/a

chapter three

three positive traits ➳ quick reactions; adapts easily; organised
three negative traits ➳ sensitive; overly quiet; petulant
disorders ➳ mdd; ocd
talents ➳ long lasting memory
weaknesses ➳ socialising; easily paranoid; terrible at any conflict [verbal/physical/etc]
phobias ➳ apiphobia; spectrophobia
favourite song(s) ➳ "destination" - imagine dragons; "requiem for blue jeans" - bastille; "i miss you" - ed sheeran
favourite book(s) ➳ anything christie; "ocean of blood" by darren shan; "the dream thief" by isabel hoving

chapter four
crush ➳ n/a
partner ➳ n/a
orientation ➳ openly demisexual
ex's ➳ n/a
friends ➳ idc whoever wants to
enemies ➳ idc whoever wants to
chapter five
bedroom ➳ hidey hole
pets ➳ n/a; has the average bug supply in every house
power ➳ night vision
mother ➳ louise marie winters
father ➳ elliot daniel winters
sibling(s) ➳ rowan mark winters [twelve]; holly cara winters [four]
other ➳ could he be deaf in one ear? i think it'd be awesome owo

[ the face-claim :: joe brooks ]
[ the skeleton goes to :: playing with fire ]
[ images are copyrighted to their rightful owners ]
[ i wasn't sure about the length of the form so i went with this ;u; ]

[lyre]

{ Still waiting on three forms, hopefully they can be finished up by today, and I'd love to get my starting post up by tonight, if possible. Tomorrow night, if not all the forms are up, we'll start anyway, and the users who haven't had time to make a form will just join a few pages in. I don't want to procrastinate this too long, because I'm so excited for it. So, guys, if you haven't gotten a chance to make or finish your forms, try and put up just a few basic things like picture, name, age, etc. It really doesn't have to be very in depth. c: }

[lyre]

{asian; omg jojen <3 GoT forever c:}

❝ ｂｒｉｔｔａ ❞

She lived in a normal town, in a normal house, and was, by all appearances, fit for such a life. But if you truly believed Britta to be normal, you were either an idiot, or just completely out of her loop. Because even before that fateful night, she wasn't normal. She lived in a broken home, and it kept breaking, more and more every night. It was shattering, before her eyes, and sometimes she felt she was shattering right along with it. She couldn't get away from the hurt and the pain and the gore of it. It just chased her around and around in circles, until she was too tired, and she just cried herself to sleep. That was her life, when, in the public eye, she seemed normal.

Let alone the night she got her powers. Britta was sitting on her couch, a rundown leather thing with scuff marks all over the side, reading her book. She felt peaceful, for a moment. It was only for a moment, though. Her mother walked into the room, if you could call it walking. It was more like she rolled in, as a storm rolls into a valley, thundering, pouring, and flashing with vivid licks of lightning. She was a hurricane, and she rolled in. The whole room paled at her coming. She wasn't a big woman, in fact, she was rather small. She had dark hair and dark eyes, just like Britta's younger brother. She was short and stocky, with thin wrists and a pointed nose. Britta, compared, was more like her father, whom she never really knew. She had tawny hair, tussled in ringlets that looked delicate, almost like she'd been a portrait of a young woman back in the 1700's. Her face, angelic and caramel, completed the picture, and made her look younger than her seventeen years. She must have looked thirteen when she saw her mom walking in. She cowared; she could feel herself doing it and she hated herself for it. Why, she asked herself, was she such a craven? Why, she wondered, could she never stand up?

Because, a voice in the back of her mind answered, you are weak, and you are a coward, and you can't even muster the courage to help yourself. Pathetic.

Yeah, she agreed silently, you're right.

But that was as far as her thoughts wandered. Her mom paced the room, yelling about the mess, about everything, about her. She called her worthless, she called her trash. She called her spoiled and bratty, she called her a lot of things. Britta couldn't help but listen. She wasn't strong enough to tune the woman out. She listened, and she hurt. The words certainly did cut her, and they made her bow her head. Inside, though, she brooded, and broiled. She was a good kid; or at least, not as bad as this...she didn't deserve this, did she? Was this normal? Sometimes the girl wondered if every mother was like this. She had a feeling they weren't.

It was not a violent encounter, though nearly. As her mother was storming about, a ring from downstairs inturrupted her. She promised she would be back, that Britta wouldn't get away that easily, and turned to leave. When she was gone, the teenager took a shaky breath; safe, for now. She had to blink a few times though, to save her face from tears. Weak. Weak. The word ran through her head, and she knew it fit her. Too weak to keep from crying. Too weak to do anything but.

Britta dipped her head back to her novel, and for a moment clutched it hard. She felt constantly betrayed by this woman who was supposed to protect her. She felt lonely around her, isolated, ostrasized. Sometimes she felt nearly a phantom, like she didn't exist but halfway. She felt she'd been cheated out of something when she got this woman for a mother. Something precious had been lost to her forever;she couldn't put her finger on what it was, innocence, clarity, love, patience, kindness, bravery, happiness...she didn't know which quality she truly lacked. But deep within her she was absolutely positive she was missing something key. She was lacking, wanting, and it was her mother's fault. She blamed her for that.

She was reflecting on these thoughts, her curly golden hair cascading over her chest and shoulders, the tendrils resting on her open book. She glanced down at the pages, and saw a sentence that chilled her, "And I should die there smothered." Britta read it and scowled, for she knew that though her plight and the character in the book's was very different, they had the same problem at heart. She was being smothered with hate and anger and cruelty. She was dying.

As she read those words and processed them, something strange happened. She could just barely fill it, as one feels a wisp of a breeze on their skin. It felt light and diaphanous, like a shimmer, or a glisten. She looked at the page and wondered why all of a sudden her hands and legs felt like that, but there was no more page to look at. She gasped, and threw a hand to her gaping mouth. She felt underneath her, on the couch, the book, on her legs. She uncrossed them to find it open to the same page it was before...before it fell. Suddenly nothing was clear. She heard her mother talking to the postman downstairs, arguing. That was expected. But though she heard it, Britta didn't really hear it. She wasn't listening, and it only registered in the back of her mind. She was suddenly focused on her hands and her book, and the magic that had just taken place. She didn't understand. Britta grabbed the book again, and turned it over, leafed through the pages, and finally threw it to the other side of the room. In her mind she tried to remember that strange feeling of bubbling wind on her skin, the sensation she had felt when whatever had just happened, happened. As she remembered she tried to apply it. She pretended she felt it around her body, and suddenly she could swear she did feel it, truly. The next second she had fallen through things that a moment ago she thought were solid and sturdy. The couch and floor, for example. In a second she was gasping as she fell a story, and hit the ground floor with a thud and a painful grimace. Her arm and leg hurt where she fell on them, but she was mostly okay. If Britta knew anything, it was that she was tougher than she looked.

The next part was what was hard...understanding what the hell just happened. She was in a different room than the entrance, where her mother was. She was in the kitchen, now, on the cold tiles that lined the floors. She looked up, she looked down, she looked at herself and then closed her eyes. She looked at everything, but saw nothing. She was blind to the realities of the world for the moment, too immersed in the strange fantasy she seemed to be involved in. Scared, confused, and utterly baffled, Britta curled up on the kitchen floor, afraid movement would trigger "it" again, and silently cried her way into sleep. She thought not of school or of her mother, or of her brother whom she loved. She thought of nothing, really. She couldn't think; her mind was too crowded. It was fit only for slumber.

[elfaron.]

ｅｍｅｒｙ ａｕｔｕｍｎ ｒｕｓｈｅ
female; seventeen; magnetism
tagged; n/a

Oh, right. 'By the way, you're going to a public school. I already have your supplies. Tomorrow's your first day.' It sucked. There was no other way to put it. She knew that both her father and her mum were terrible planners, but this bombshell? Only a few hours in advance? No, it wasn't enough already, being forced to move, away from the few friends she had made in her, oh, ten years of living there- god forbid, while Emery was friendly, she was not the type to go out of her way to befriend others, and neither were most others in the small neighborhood she grew up in. So she had only a handful of friends. Which she was fine with. More time for reading, or studying, or whatever she wanted or needed to do. Less time focusing on drama.

Emery had always stayed out of drama. Always. Her friends were arguing? Em stepped back and let them work it out. Or not work it out, because, hey, sometimes they didn't. Either way, Em made sure to never get involved. Ever. Going to a public school? Well, as far as she knew, simply breathing could cause immense drama. The education was crap, the staff was crap, there were far too many distractions from other students... she wasn't looking forward to it. So many prissy girls and jock guys and insults... please, please, for the love of god, no. Emery did not want to be in an environment like that. Ever. And now, being forced into one without any prior notice? She was upset, to say the least.

Or, she would be, if she was focusing on that fact. At the moment, she wasn't.

No, Emery didn't want to focus on how dreadful her parents could be. She was curled in her bed, warm under her soft, dark covers, a book in her hands. She couldn't even remember the title, and if you were to ask her, she'd probably just show you the cover as she read. All she knew was that one moment, it was nine pm and a hundred pages later it was one in the morning, and she was falling asleep at her book. With a yawn, Em rubbed her eyes, placing the book on the desk beside her bed. She was so warm and cozy, and really, really didn't want to get up. How funny it would be, she thought, if she could just magically shut off the light without getting out of bed. Of course, that was impossible at this house, the light switch was positioned at the complete opposite end of the room, and it wasn't like she could just turn it off with her- the room around her went black, and Emery jumped. Strange timing for a power fl- but the light was the only thing off, her clocks were still working perfectly, her fan still running. And it couldn't have been a simple lightbulb burnout, the light in her bedroom was brand new, all the wiring was fine- had she just... turned it off with her mind?

But that was impossible. People didn't just turn off lights by thinking 'hey, I wish this light would shut off'. It would make for a pretty interesting story, sure, but that didn't just happen. Not in real life.

And there was a foolproof way of proving it. If she could turn it off with her mind- which she obviously couldn't-, then she could turn it back on, right? So, if she couldn't do that, then she obviously couldn't have shut it off in the first place. Simple logic, really. She focused, and...... the light flicked back on, the light switch clicking as it did so. So, she wasn't controlling the light itself, but the... metal switch. She could control metal. She was about to scream with joy, before she realized- 'hey, it's one in the morning. I probably fell asleep. This is just a dream. Really, how stupid am I, thinking I can actually move metal with my mind? That's absolutely ridiculous. Insane, really; perhaps I should be sent to some sort of asylum. Except that's where the real nuts go. So probably not.' She shook her head slightly. She was tired and delusional, she just needed to sleep. Or, moreover, she was sleeping, and just needed to wake up. Taking advantage of her mystical dream powers, she shut off the light once again, before curling under her covers. What she didn't expect was to wake up in the morning and find that it hadn't been a dream after all.

{OOC:// i hope this is okay, i know it's a little short compared to yours}

[Artesian]

((I'm sorry, but due to my increasingly busy schedule and my cutting down on my CS roleplays, I must withdraw from this roleplay.))