Өยг รtгคภﻮє єyєร (Accepting!)

[Aye-Aye Eye]

[[ I have Bea in the cafeteria line, Rowan hasn't been rped at all yet so he can meet up as well I guess? xD Whichever one you want. ]]

[darling lady]

Either or would be wonderful thank you, I just didn't want to RP with solely my cruel teacher. xD


Actually, I have to go, so I'll RP tomorrow. Night my darlings.

[Aye-Aye Eye]

Leo turned back to unpacking, finished with the two clothes bags he turned towards the last filled with electronics and bathroom supplies. "As long as I get six hours of sleep, he can howl as much as he likes," He ripped open a pack of toothbrushes and the rest of his travel kit, moving to settle it all in the bathroom. "If you need a toothbrush, I brought extras. Boxwell's a Central Asian Shepherd. They're supposed to be dangerous, but as you can see, he doesn't really meet the standard." The Senior's voice was raised to be heard from the bathroom. Unpacking had only taken about twenty minutes in all, a new record. Now to make the bed.

Bea suppressed her tapping foot and let out a yawn instead. She was maybe seven people away from the trays and the waiting was cruelly dull. She took a step backwards without paying an ounce of attention, and straight into the person behind her. Her attention jerked back and she looked behind her, having to look up a bit. The eyes she looked up to however, were stunning. And moving. "Sorry, my fault." She took her hand out of her purse and took a step away in apology.

[grim.]

Name:
"Adam. What's it to you?" Adam Rayne Blade.
Gender:
"Are you blind?" Male.
Age:
"That's for me to know, and you to eventually maybe find out one day." Sixteen.
Grade:
"You tell me." Ten.
Looks:
Mark:
"God I was mad when I woke up with it. I just remember waking up and my back was burning like I'd just gotten fresh ink. I did alright. I got this covering my whole back, it totally wiped out my other tat's too, like they were never even there. And the ink is so damn dark, it looks washed out in that picture but it's not. It's black, very, very black."
Personality:
Adam has an intriguing, or quite complicated personality. Usually one to cause chaos then sit back and watch his handiwork, Adam comes across as a cold, emotionless, vicious, cut-throat person who doesn’t care about anyone or anything else. At least that’s what people see when they brush the surface. Full of smart-ass comments, slang that no one understands, and private jokes only he gets he’s constantly getting into trouble. Whether it’s with the lawmen, the guards, his allies, wandering merchants, even the odd ‘tough guy’ he meets up with, he’s always out to raise a little hell.
His rough appearance doesn’t help his situation either, dangerous flashing brown eyes, pale skin with a few varying tattoos, scars, burns and nearly shoulder length ragged black hair. Adam, is well, impossible to get to know. He keeps everything hidden and kept to himself though his skills with scaling buildings, thievery of all sorts, fist fights, knife fights, and bar brawls are no secret. Still, even if you manage to get to know him he might hold out on you, ‘keep you in the dark’ so to speak. He tends to lie about things, and hold people at distance. Mostly it was his upbringing. He learned to trust only himself, and those he knew he could one hundred percent depend on, which in the end only turned out to be his "brother" Jeremy..
Adam, even with his tough guy act towards authority, and his funny-man, smart-ass personality towards others doesn’t prevent his other emotions. Somewhat ‘weak in the mind’, Adam can easily go overboard on things, over exaggerate, and even his emotions and actions with go way overboard. You could almost call him bi-polar with frequent and varying mood swings he can go from totally calm, cool, and collected, to a burning inferno of anger and rage in less than a second. He tends to try and bottle up his emotions, and doesn’t like to depend on others or have others know what he’s thinking. Nearly a sociopath he knows what most people think before even they know. He can gauge a person’s personality, what they truly are, what they pretend to be, and everything just by observing their actions, speech patterns, looks, and multiple other factors.
He also isn’t shy to confront people or get right into their face, though he does usually give a few subtle warning before he explodes on you. Lean and short as he is, he may look weak but he is much, much stronger than you might guess. Years of physical exertion, and being raised as a member of the Black Hands he learned how to fight fast, and he learned how to fight well, with quick efficiency, that within a minute or less could leave his opponent bleeding out on the ground or out stone cold.
As for his job, well that’s something Adam takes pride in but keeps to himself for the most part. He's a dealer, he actually picked up the trade from his father. He's managed to keep it undercover for years, he started up when he was eleven. Nobody really knows how an eleven year old managed to keep a dealing operation going but it's how he makes his money, and he actually makes quite a bit selling the harder drugs to the junkies at steep prices. He's also made a habbit or breaking-and-entering once in a while to steal things for people, charging them quite a bit for it. Although he may look shady he's swift, decisive, and leaves no evidence behind. At least that's what he used to do, now he just survives with ease.
Adam may as well be that one person you always thought was going to grow up and go on a massive killing spree. His aggressive, defensive, behavior, the way he physically exerts himself and his emotionless penetrating gaze would usually keep people away from him. Though, it was mostly due to his upbringing and he lives by the motto; “Kill or be killed.” One might not think of Adam as the 'romantic' type and he usually isn't. He usually keeps his distance from people, holding them at bay to avoid physical or emotional pain on either side.
He's also immature; he's that one guy that talks slang, does stupid things, gets into fights, steals things and so on and so forth. He's never planned on making it to twenty, and plans to be dead before that ever happens. He's never wanted to ‘grow up’ and grow old and frail; “I'm here for a good time, not a long time.”
History:
"Oh man, there's nothing to tell. I was born in a raunchie city. I lived in hte hood, my parents were addicts and alcoholics, my mom overdosed and died four years ago, my dad got alcohol poisoning and died two years ago. i lived with my "brother's" family for a while and then I came here. End of story."
Power:
"Precognitive Telepathy."


'Nearly a sociopath he knows what most people think before even they know. He can gauge a person’s personality, what they truly are, what they pretend to be, and everything just by observing their actions, speech patterns, looks, and multiple other factors.'


Like you wrote, he knows what people are thinking before they know, but this is actually because of his power. He cannot communicate mind to mind like most telepaths, and can only hear one person's thoughts at a time. But he hears the thoughts before they even appear. This can become quite confusing though, as people's opinions may change, changing the thought before they have thought it but after he has already heard it.


Pets:
"Snirt and Bob."
Crush?:
"No. Just no."
Anything I missed?:
Nope. (:

[Aye-Aye Eye]

[[Gotta go! Night!]]

[Quitting :I]

Thorn -- Single -- Fifteen -- Seduction -- Crushless -- In His Dorm, with Ryu -----
I nod to him, getting the name nailed to the memory board in my head. I don't smile, thoug, and I wonder if he was gay. It would be funny to have a guy all ga-ga over me, even if I didn't even like that gender. Still not smiling, I give his bird the evil eye, and I warn him silently not to squawk or do anything to or at me. I then put on a fake smile, and I can tell that this isn't going to work out. "Thorn, not Thomas." I correct, seeing that he liked to push buttons, and I've always hated button pushers.[/size][/quote]

Ryu Doyle---16---Grade 10
Duncan's feathers fluffed up when Thorn gave him a glare, but he seemed to have gotten the message, and he stayed silent. Ryu nodded, "Alright, Thorn." He corrected. "Isn't that more of a girl's name?" He muttered, holding back a smirk as he looked over at Duncan, as if for approval. The bird bobbed his head before staring down Thorn's dog. Duncan had never really liked dogs, since they tended to like to chase him. "What kind of dog is 'e?" Ryu asked, gesturing to the dog. He was already pretty sure what it was. They had lots of dogs back home at their farm in Ireland, and he was sure they had a couple that looked like Bruno.

[Bat]

Name: "Piper Marie Johnson."
Gender: Female "Duh!"
Age: 15 1/2 "Almost 16!"
Grade: "Tenth grade."
Looks:
Mark: "My eyes look like this. They always have people in them, reflecting my mood. If I am romantic, they dance. If I'm happy, they jump around and have fun. If I am mad, they punch and kick eachother, and so on. They are usually different, and quite interesting."
Personality: "I am a happy girl, very outgoing. I am not popular, and I usually have only a few close friends instead of many extended ones, so I know who I can trust, however, I am nice to everyone unless you make me mad or angry, and you will regret it, and feel my wrath. I love the theater and performing on stage, and I love to have fun. I can be very stubborn at times, and I have a sarcastic sense of humor."
History: "I was born in a small town, growing up with my dad after my mom was killed in a car crash when I was 10. My dad is the best guy in the world. He has always been there for me and he always will. Anyway, I have had a pretty normal life until one day in eighth grade when a boy named Landon called me a b*tch, and, well, he felt the wrath."
Power: Empathetic Healing! She basically knows when something is wrong with someone or something that is making them mad or sad, and she knows how to cheer them up, even if they never show what they are feeling.
Pets: "I have a pet great dane named Griffin, here he is . He may be intimidating at times, but he is such a sweetheart."
Crush?: Not yet.
Anything I missed?: Nope!

[darling lady]

Mark:
"God I was mad when I woke up with it. I just remember waking up and my back was burning like I'd just gotten fresh ink. I did alright. I got this covering my whole back, it totally wiped out my other tat's too, like they were never even there. And the ink is so damn dark, it looks washed out in that picture but it's not. It's black, very, very black."

Accepted, except they are born with the Mark. They do not develop it later, like with the powers. That is explained in the intro, but I don't really care if anyone reads that part. So yeah, born with it. Otherwise, accepted. I will PM you your power.

[darling lady]

Bat I love the mark! Accepted.

[darling lady]

Madame Finn

“I prefer to stick with formalities. It is a surprise I am not calling you Miss Whiskerrs.” She replied back tartly. “Ten years was not that long ago. If you cannot remember at least a bit of that time, it is a surprise you went into teaching, as it will involve actually using one’s mind.”
She stopped and gave an even more chilling glance to Eve. “That reminds me. You do not remember the most basic lesson of our school, do you? I do not want anyone using their powers except when needed. That means you should not scan the minds of the students unless you absolutely need information from them. It is an invasion of privacy. One I breeched much more discreetly than yourself when I felt your mind go a wandering. Just remember, you aren’t the only Telepath, and I bet you aren’t happy when someone reads your thoughts.”
Starting once more with her stride, she continued her path, going down the stairs. It was truly a wonder that such a cold woman would be warm-hearted enough to start a school, as she was not a people-person… As Eve had probably just realized.

Elian Zenith

His fingers were drumming away on his leg, as he waited in line, only about half-aware of his surroundings. The girl in front of him suddenly took a step back, right into him. He smiled, but cursed himself under his breath,. Their fighting teacher had warned them to remain aware constantly, if they wanted to live to see the age of twenty. He shouldn’t have zoned out.
The girl apologized, and his smile instantly grew. “Oh, it’s quite okay.”
She stepped back, but Elian was quick, grabbing her and forcing her to a stop before she could move anymore. Once she stilled, he let her go, offering yet another smile, but this time a small one. “I apologize as well, but you were about to step into the person in front of you in line.”

Ivy Tiensee

This was becoming quite annoying. Every room was the same, and none held any clues as to how to get out of there. She had even tried the front doors, but they were massive iron doors that looked like only a giant could move them. Sighing in an angry defeat, she stalked to her room, deciding to search for a way out later. She found the room thanks to the papers she had shoved in her pocket, which contained other so called ‘important’ things, like her schedule. She didn’t plan to go to any class, hoping to have gotten out by then. Her roommate, ‘Pea’ or whatever it was, seemed absent, and she had no idea who’s luggage was who’s. She wasn’t exactly carrying a bag when she had been dragged here, but had been told that clothing and other items would be provided. She flopped onto the bottom bed, playing with her bracelet to pass some time.