Realistic or Modern Adriano's School of Peculiarities [Characters]

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Students and teachers are only allowed to have one power. Please use realistic face claims or write a written description.

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[apolla]

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Ashleigh Burke​

• Basics
• The Physical
• Power
• History
• Extra

• NAME: Ashleigh Burke
  
  NICKNAME: Leigh
  
  AGE: 18
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
  
  HEIGHT: 5'5
  
  WEIGHT: 130lbs
  
• LIKES:
  
  DISLIKES:
  
  STUDENT OR TEACHER: Student
  
  NEW OR OLD: Old
  
  SCARS: none
  
  TATTOOS: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
  
  PIERCINGS: ♥
  
• POWER/MUTATION: Weather manipulation
  
  STRENGTHS:
  -create anything from small rainstorms to large hurricanes (though thankfully that hasn't happened yet)
  -control/create rain, wind, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog and/or temperature changes
  
  WEAKNESSES: Her power is based alot on her emotions, and if they get too out of control, she might just set off a storm wherever she's at.
  
  FEARS: Hurting someone... again
  
  
• HISTORY (2-3):
  
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Code by apolla

Spoiler: Writing Sample

coming soon

 

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ain't no rest for the wicked

anastasia

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name

anastasia rose nikiforov.

age

seventeen.

gender

female.

sexuality

heterosexual.

peculiarity

vampire physiology.

anastasia's peculiarity is quite different compared to pop culture's portrayal of a vampire. for starters, anastasia's skin is not affected by the sun but instead, her supernatural powers are weakened by the sun, making her more vulnerable to others. she can easily retract fangs at will but cannot pierce the skin, instead, anya must slice the skin open and allow the blood to flow out for her to feed on. blood is the only source that can truly nourish her hunger; human food and drinks won't affect her yet won't satisfy her needs. garlic, however, can cause anya to burst out in a terrible rash and she often avoids it. anya is immortal thanks to her specific diet so she doesn't age appearance wise and she heals quicker than an average human. anya posses superhuman senses, almost otherworldly, as she can easily outrun others and can hear another person's heartbeat. yet, if anya is starved from blood, she's loses her self-control and will turn into a blood-hungry killer until she fills her hunger completely. as much as anastasia hates to admit it, she does have fears. she afraid of love; anastasia knows the full extent of her terrible curse and she’s afraid of letting her walls down and outgrowing what could be her only shot at true love. anastasia is also deathly afraid of large dogs from being bitten by one during her childhood.

writing sample: Kat’s day was relaxing for her. She had spent the day in the garage, her haven as she preferred to call it, working on her bosses’ car while her tiny radio played music in the background. Her ginger hair was messily braided while her face and overalls slowly collected oil stains as she played underneath the hood. To Kat, cars were nothing more than toys to tinker with, a puzzle she just had to solve and her wrenches were just her tools to help her solve it. Kat sang awfully along to the music throughout the day as her overalls continued to collect more oil. Kat hardly noticed what the time was when she heard a car door slam. She slipped out underneath the car hood and peered over, noticing James was speaking to another man with Jackson by his side. Kat’s brow furrowed together as she wiped her sweaty face, spreading the tiny splatter of oil on her cheek, before wiping her hands off. Kat swiftly closed the hood of the car and switched off the radio before dashing towards the two boys once the stranger left. Kat strolled into the Porter's house, pouring herself a cold glass of water for herself when she heard a familiar voice call out. Kat placed the glass down and rushed to the foyer with a grin on her lips. “Afternoon, boys,” The young woman called out, her South London accent flooding between her words as she stopped in front of them, giving both James and Jackson a smile, “How’s the car doin’? Is she driving smoothly?” Kat asked curiously as she dusted her hands on her overalls, flickering her gaze between James and Jackson.

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persona .

likes

• cigarettes

• blood

• heights

• retro outfits

• cherry lollipops

• flirting

dislikes

• rejection

• sunflowers

• garlic

• commitment

• immortality

• lemon candy

appearance

• five foot, seven inches.

• 125lbs.

• dark brown hair.

• green eyes with gold specks.

• lithe body figure.

• clothing style tbd.

etc

• student.

• new.

• ear / tattoos.

personality

anastasia, to put it nicely, is very eccentric. she's not very orthodox when it comes down to it and often is questioned by her actions. anastasia is blunt with her words, only knowing basic english to get her by. scared of growing old while those close to her die, anastasia finds it hard to commit to other people and thus, sleeps around and sometimes ends up eating them if they anger her. anastasia's emotions are often locked and bottled up inside of her so she appears independent and strong in front of other but really, anastasia just needs a shoulder to cry on. anastasia is dauntless and reckless, she's not afraid of most things but often her recklessness gets her into trouble. anastasia doesn't enjoy being told what to do and those who do, better watch out.

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biography .

history

anastasia was happily living in minsk, russia, with her two wealthy yet loving parents. caterina and viktor nikiforov were lovers since the 1920s, viktor was a normal human before he devoted his life to caterina and persuaded her to let him join her world. anastasia didn't show any peculiar traits like her parents, but she was sheltered in her family's mansion for her childhood with the rest of the town feared the nikiforovs. at the age of five, anastasia watched two men waltzed up to her home and lit her world on fire, literally. her father quickly rushed his love and his daughter out, only to slowly pass away with caterina dead beside him and little anastasia crying salty tears.
anastasia was quickly moved to america and thrown into the foster care system. she spent the rest of her childhood moving from house to house; most families were terrified of the young girl and couldn't nourish her strange diet. she came to the conclusion that she's was unlovable, that no one would give her an ounce of love. anastasia became independent, hunting for her own special diet while bouncing from house to house. at the age of sixteen, anastasia received an invitation to attend adriano's school. with nowhere else to go and a chance to find people that were like her, anastasia packed up her things and headed straight to the school. anastasia inherited the trust fund her parents' left for her at the age of seventeen. she had no use for the money and left it in the bank for safe keeping.

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[Expo]

Luccas "Luck" Sanova

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• Appearance and Others

• Biography

  Age (16-19): 17
  Gender: Male
  Height: 6'0
  Weight: 175 lbs
• Extras

  Likes: Jokes, pranks, fooling around.
  Dislikes: Trouble, most education
  Student or Teacher: Student
  New or Old?: New (?)
  Scars:
  One pale scar that cuts from the tip of his left eyebrow, down to his jaw, in an L shape, and a small scar on his upper lip. He also has a fiery sparrow tattooed on his right bicep.
  Tattoo: A phoenix across his upper right bicep.
  
  
• Ability

  Power/Mutation: Manipulate and conjure fire.
  Strengths (Power-related): Can create weapons from the flames. Chains made of sparks/fire, swords, knives, ect.
  Weaknesses (Power-related): Flares in emotion, particularly strong ones like anger and frustration, can cause things to melt beneath his touch and make him super-heated.
  Fears: Water, which is tied to his childhood.
• History

  Luck was born in a small rural farm town in Scotland where he was raised beneath extremely religious Catholic parents. His father was a fisherman and his mother worked the small farm they lived on. Luck's powers didn't exhibit themselves until he turned six when he set his family's barn on fire and burned it to the ground. His parents believed him to be possessed by the devil and subjected him to extreme methods of purging him. Some of these included holding him beneath the surface of the icy pond on their property, which is where his fear of water stemmed from.
  
  When Luck grew older he received an invitation from the school of peculiarities and his parents, glad to see him go, sent him off to California. Luck entered the institution and lived two different lives. One where his abilities could flourish and he could connect to people like him (here he was easy going and allowed himself the enjoyment of taking on a jokester roll), and one where he attended public school among normal people. In this school, he tended to blend in, worried that an unfortunate encounter could cost him exposing himself. For some extra spending money, and the American cultural experience, Luck took on a part-time job at a bookstore, which also allowed him some extra information about his history, both in country and ability (though he'd never want to admit it).
• Writing Sample

  Luck sighed, his fingers tapping a beat against the counter of the bookstore. The boy's eyes mindlessly scanned the titles of psychology and sciences, then jumped to the isle full of fantasy. Luck often liked to brush through fantasy stories. They amused him with how they truly believed the world of peculiarities was only fake. Luck's eyes filled with flashing images of his school, his secret school, that no one really knew about. He recalled how it was vastly more interesting than Ridgemont High, where he attended, and how he would much rather learn about fire and his abilities than silly quadratic formulas.
  The bell above the shop door rang, and Luck turned to look at the gaggle of girls that had trooped into the shop, giggling. They all sported the same outfit for the fall weather. Baggy college sweaters and patterned leggings and boots that most surely didn't belong in the California weather. They peered at him over the shelves, whispering behind their hands, and Luck huffed, looking down at the grains of wood on the table.
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  Nationality: Luck is from Scotland and thus carries a scottish accent.
  

 

[erzulie]

Name: Luccas Sanova
Nickname: Luck
Age (16-19): 17
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0
Weight: 175 lbs

Likes: Jokes, pranks, fooling around.
Dislikes: Trouble, most education
Student or Teacher: Student
New or Old?: New (?)
Piercings/Tattoos/Scars?:
One pale scar that cuts from the tip of his left eyebrow, down to his jaw, in an L shape, and a small scar on his upper lip. He also has a fiery sparrow tattooed on his right bicep.

Power/Mutation: Manipulate and conjure fire.
Strengths (Power related): Can create weapons from the flames. Chains made of sparks/fire, swords, knives, ect.
Weaknesses (Power related): Flares in emotion, particularly strong ones like anger and frustration, can cause things to melt beneath his touch and make him super-heated.
Fears: Water, which is tied to his childhood.

Appearance: (Credits to artist, bottom of page there is an attachment)
History (2-3 Paragraphs):
Luck was born in a small rural farm town in Scotland where he was raised beneath extremely religious catholic parents. His father was a fisherman and his mother worked the small farm they lived on. Luck's powers didn't exhibit themselves until he turned six, when he set his family's barn on fire and burned it to the ground. His parents believed him to be possessed by the devil and subjected him to extreme methods of purging him. Some of these included holding him beneath the surface of the icy pond on their property, which is where his fear of water stemmed from.

When Luck grew older he received an invitation from the school of peculiarities and his parents, glad to see him go, sent him off to California. Luck managed to find a family that would take him in, at least for a few years until he turned 18. He went to a public school in their area, named Annie Ridgemont High School, while simultaneously attending his school for peculiarities. In public school, he's able to hide his peculiarities well. He doesn't act out, he's quiet in class and maintains fair grades. However, at Adriano's school, he flourishes, using his powers for pranks and fun. As he goes to two schools, he also maintains a small part time job on the side to save money to eventually move out of the house he currently lives in.

Other:
Writing Sample:
Luck sighed, his fingers tapping a beat against the counter of the bookstore. The boy's eyes mindlessly scanned the titles of psychology and sciences, then jumped to the isle full of fantasy. Luck often liked to brush through fantasy stories. They amused him with how they truly believed the world of peculiarities was only fake. Luck's eyes filled with flashing images of his school, his secret school, that no one really knew about. He recalled how it was vastly more interesting than Ridgemont High, where he attended, and how he would much rather learn about fire and his abilities than silly quadratic formulas.
The bell above the shop door rang, and Luck turned to look at the gaggle of girls that had trooped into the shop, giggling. They all sported the same outfit for the fall weather. Baggy college sweaters and patterned leggings and boots that most surely didn't belong in the California weather. They peered at him over the shelves, whispering behind their hands, and Luck huffed, looking down at the grains of wood on the table.

Your cs is fine except for a few things. Firstly real face claims only and secondly you put that after receiving his invite he was taken in by a family, after getting their invites the students are taken in by the Institution, they live there and they are enrolled at East Shore Highschool since it is closer

 

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code by @sadvalentine

m a g g i e .

BASIC

name; Maggie Salazar
nickname; Mags [by most], Sal [few]
age; 17
gender; female
sexuality; heterosexual///
race; central american+african american/cypriot
alignment; chaotic good
peculiarity; Super/Enhanced Strength - She has a strength that is unmatched by the normal human. Able to carry about 2 tonnes above her head, and hurtle metres long metal scaffolding towards a target. During her first month, she constantly crushed things in her hands without any real thought to it, but has since dialed that occurence down to rarely, say, when something makes her angry and the can in her hand explodes suddenly.
Durability - Her bones, muscle, and all, have conformed to her increased strength so that she does not damager her body when lifting high weights and fending off enemies. Thus, a simple scratch is much harder to come by for her. God help the poor soul who tries to butt heads with her. She won't feel a thing. Literally.
eye colour; deep chestnut
hair colour; deep dark brown
build; petite curvy hourglass, toned muscle
height; 5'7"
weight; 127lbs
zodiac; gemini
student/teacher; student
new or old; old
scars; a crescent shaped scar on her right cheekbone. It's disguised with her freckles, but with a keen eye, it's always there.
tattoos; none that she has yet mentioned
peircings; one in each ear, and a septum piercing she hardly dresses
faceclaim; aiyana lewis
likes; thunderstorms, lightning, tequila & rum, pomegranate's, art, pop culture, science fiction, reading, books, writing, dance, singing, swing, jazz, poetry, skincare, g-shock watches, thoughts and reflections, being able to confide in people and have others confide in her, starting conflict, vogue, fashion, textiles, random pieces of information, plants, following blogs, action films - though all films in general, persuading people, comic books, the smells of burning wood, sandalwood, hibiscus, quite frankly - psychotic people make her feel sane, lemon meringue pie, Jane Austen, gaming, perfume, wearing heel's, drinking games & winning them, working out, deceiving, sarcasm, psychology - she always says, if she actually went to uni/college she would have become a psychologist,
dislikes; perverts, hypocrites, drugs, smoking, having her photo taken, mind blocks, hiatus, some criminals, murderers, admitting her own corruption, smelling like smoke/having to stand smokers, jewelry - save for her mothers heirloom, being compared to others, being taken advantage of, snitches, some downers & pessimists, people who ruin the fun for everyone else, all darklings, arrogant people, overly enthusiastic people,
clothing; She always wears her mother's gold necklace. It was her last gift to her before she turned. Rose treasures nothing more. The necklace consists of a thin gold chain, and a simple real emerald cut into a circle. the only arrah of clothes she has to wear are more than a couple yellow, white and blue tops, five pairs or so of black jeans & gingham skirts, two different overalls. her only shoes are a pair of plain black heels and slim black boots.
theme song;
strengths;
- The support of her friends, and her mission to eradicate the darklings for what they have done, will never fail to give her a strength
- Bullets meant for her do not usually go very deep, or do not penetrate at all if they are from a fair distance away.
flaws/weaknesses;
- However, a bullet to her heart from in front of her would probablt immediately kill her like any human. She doesn't know.
- She can't take long and strenuous attacks. At some point, she will reach a point where her body cannot take what is being delivered, especially with added attacks; for example, if she had to hold a pillar up to keep a building from caving in and she had darklings at her sides, she would undoubtedly strain to the point of losing all mobility
- When her anger gets the better of her, she has little control over her strength. In bad cases, the same can be said for her temper.
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name; Maggie Salazar nickname; Mags [by most], Sal [few] age; 17 gender; female sexuality; heterosexual/// race; central american+african american/cypriot alignment; chaotic good ​

DEPTH

ethics/morals; Plenty of times in the past she hasn't stopped a fight, hasn't spoken up about an injustice, hasn't shared something she could have. The list goes on. But, Rose has good intentions, only the best. Anything and everything she does, she does with good reason; most of the time anyway. As far as anyone knows, the world, and its people have never done anything directly against her that she couldn't explain, so why should she have any need to make a turn in the wrong direction? Perhaps she is getting angrier at the worldd....Rose likes to think that she has a good ethic and possesses good morals, and she honestly really does. Though, like any other human being, she makes mistakes. The oddest mistakes. And allows her anger, to dictate her.
skills;
- She has a pretty good run, which enables her to reach above average speeds. She gives that credit to the power in her legs. She runs better without shoes; something she doesnt have to worry about
- She has always had an affinity for making things, be it childish d.i.y as a kid, or whole projects before she was forced out of home. Often she will even fashion bits of furniture out of metal pieces. Anything malleable is preferred, but she still likes working with wood and techy fiddly bits
personality; Rose has always been a pretty optimistic human being, always trying to see the good in people and situations. She doesn't like to frown, and she doesn't like to be faced with realities that are too hard for her to handle, so Hope, is a good word to summarise her. Despite this fact, it doesn't take much to break her down to her core. Heck, she wouldn't stand very long in an interrogation unless she cared for whatever she was hiding, then, undoubtedly, she would brave anything till her last breath. She is an emotional young woman, capable of plenty of triggers, and not because she has experienced them first hand, but because they make her utterly angry inside. She is more likely to cry angry tears in her lifetime than cry sad tears. Day to day, Rose keeps that smile on her face for the people who mill about her and those special few who she calls her best friends. It isn't normal to see her frowning while going about her day, not unless darklings are involved. Something pretty bad must have happened for someone to see her this broken way on a good day. That makes her pretty closed off from others. The people that underestimate Rose's calm and collected demeanor are likely to face her wrath, be it through words laced with sarcasm and condescendence accompanied by an eye-roll, a swift punch to the throat for trying to attack her [of course, physical contact rarely happens, and mainly with drunks], or a demonstartion of her destructive capabilities. When it comes to her friends, and the people she works with, Rose takes on a protective side. She is always wary of the people surrounding her, and is not afraid to stand up to someone threatening the safety of herself and others [physically; remember what i said about her not speaking up on what she hears around town?]. She is a loyal compatriate to whomever, may find themselves in her company and in need of a helping hand. She is usually generous and definitely understanding and accepting of all others. She tries her best to get along with everyone, and if that doesn't work she at least tries for a mutual understanding. This is mostly because she knows that in times of conflict and "war", a room full of friends and mutuals is far, far better than a room full of enemies. Sometimes, Rose can go a little to far with the drinks that can be scavenged and supplied, and this makes her quite mischevious, flirtatious, and excited for more. Although in the past it has never caused her to lose any real self control, or hurt someone for that matter, it has been the antagonist of more than fewer of her mistakes. The people enjoy her company when she has a buzz all through her, and a confident walk. In a fight, or generally life threatening situation, her demeanor naturally changes to a much more suave, confident, brave and sure one. It's what she needs to bare life's great troubles
quirks/defining traits;
- she subconsciously pulls at the curls abover her forehead and fiddles with them there to keep her hands busy
- When she is nervous she wrings her hand together, but she moves it behind her back when she can see people notice.
history; - On May the twenty fifth, Maggie Salazar is practically born into royalty. She is a healthy baby girl, loved by her very few family members, and daughter to George and Maria Salazar. She is cared for everyday since.
- Maggie ages with a permanent smile and average grades in school
relationships; most of the relationships she has with other people are healthy. There are some people she respects, some she has silent agreements with, and others that she knows she can trust. Rose doesn't out right hate anybody or have any enemies; and she wants it to stay that way. She respects every one of her circle of super powered friends to some extent, and would do almost anything, for any of them. Who knows if that will change.
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[SmolKitten]

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Name:
Kali Orme

Nickname:
Kal

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Height:
5'2

Weight:
128 pounds

Likes:
-Darkness
-Money
-Tattoos
-Climbing
-Free Running
-Skateboarding
-Piercings
-Music

Dislikes:
-Light
-People
-Authority
-Education

Student or Teacher:
Student

New or Old:
Old

Piercings/Tattoos/Scars?:

Spoiler

Power/Mutation:
Umbrakinesis-User can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc.
This also effects her appearance, the edges of her body form into what seems like smoke.

Strengths (Power related):
-A certain amount of invulnerability
-Can create solid creatures from shadows
-Can use shadows to teleport
-She can cause things to appear invisible by blocking the light
-Create and dispel shields from the shadows
-Create weapons with it

Weaknesses (Power related):
-She has an aversion to light which means she has to constantly wear sunglasses as her eyes are extremely sensitive to light
-Things like teleporting and creating and controlling creatures of the shadows rapidly drains her energy and makes her extremely ill
-She doesn't have much control

Fears:
-Losing control
-Tight spaces
-Light

History:
Kali was born the way she was. Her eyes are a vibrant blue that seem to glow and the whites of her eyes are in fact black. She was also born with what appeared like smoke emitting from her body. She was born at home in England where her mother died in childbirth, her father running with her soon after when authorities tried to take her away. He ran to America where he kept her hidden, not wanting her to be targeted.

She spent her days in the basement, safely hidden from the light outside and only venturing out in the dark. They moved frequently, people quickly getting suspicious of the English man always hiding away in his home. Kali knew no different and the only person she ever had contact with was her father. That was until she decided to defy him. He had always told her the sunlight was dangerous to her but she had never experienced it. She waited until he had left for work before she snuck out, using the shadows to teleport herself to the other side of the locked door. She was found by a neighbor a few steps from her front door, burns covering her body and screaming. The woman thought she had been on fire due to the shadows being emitted from her and didn't notice her eyes due to them being clenched shut. An ambulance was called immediately and her father called. When they realised she was different, things escalated and she ended up on the front of many newspapers and a story on news stations, drawing the academies attention to her. They immediately invited her to join them and moved her father out of the country. She's been here now for five years.

Other:

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Writing Sample:

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When everything started, the worst possible place to go was hospitals. It was then any camp the military tried to set up. Schools, supermarkets, any kind of large store or mall, amusement parks, airports and basically anywhere housing masses of people was a terrible idea. Going to any of those places, even a year on, was a death wish. Anyone with half a brain stuck to the back roads and scavenging from small stores and houses. Those were safest. They held less risk and if you ran into any infected it was fairly easy to control the situation.
However, when things got dire and you're leaving a trail of blood behind you, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is why Logan was attempting (and failing) to open the glass doors to a hospital in the middle of a very large city with a very agitated dog sat at her heels. What city, she had no clue. The signs had been destroyed a long time ago and she had no real map to help her determine her whereabouts. All she knew was she was headed north. Sticking to her rules, she had no discernible destination, but a direction; that was good enough for her.
Roughly five hours prior to her attempted break in, she had entered the outskirts of the city. Desperate for more food to last until the next town she would happen across and after not finding enough in the last town, she took to scavenging through houses on the outskirts. Finding a few cans in the first three houses, she moved onto the next. She whistled, hatchet held high, ready for attack. What she didn't expect was an elderly man in the early stages of infection to come at her with a knife. Most of the elderly had died at the very beginning, not having the strength to fight off infection, thus she was caught off guard. The man managed to embed the kitchen utensil into her calf before Rodney distracted him, jaws clamping around his leg, a few seconds later her own blade came swinging down, right into the back of his head. For a few moments, she lay, catching her breath and acknowledging the pain searing through her now damaged leg. She had ran out of medical supplies a few months back and had survived by being incredibly cautious as to avoid injury. She could definitely no longer avoid it. Pulling herself to her feet, she left the knife exactly where it was and used the walls and surfaces to navigate herself until she found the bathroom in hopes of a first aid kit. Nothing. She found nothing.
So here she was, a ripped shirt found in the man's room tied tightly around the knife wound, trying to pry open the doors of the hospital. She had decided against trying anymore houses and stores were sure to be cleared out. The hospital was the one sure fire place she would get the medical supplies she needed.

 

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Name: Jax Gordan
Nickname: Several derogatory terms directed towards his mutation
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 238 lbs

Likes: Fantasy, heights, gemstones
Dislikes: Being stared at, tight spaces, shedding
Student or Teacher: Student
New or Old?: New
Piercings/Tattoos/Scars?: None

Power/Mutation: Dragon Physiology
Strengths:
•Jax can fly for short periods of time.
•Jax has a specialized internal organ that creates a toxic gas from digested food, which can be expelled on its own or ignited to breathe fire.
•Jax's scales are bulletproof, fireproof, and a whole lotta other -proofs. He also has densely packed muscle fibers, making attacks that breach his hide a bit less effective.
•Jax is noticeably stronger than most normal humans, being able to lift objects of around half a ton with a little effort.
•Jax is literally armed to the teeth with natural weapons.
•Due to his mutation being linked to his biology instead of his conscious, Jax doesn't gave to worry as much about keeping it in check.
Weaknesses:
•Jax's mutation is impossible to hide.
•Jax is very large for his age, (and humans in general) which combined with extra appendages, makes him a bit of a klutz.
•Jax has abnormal dietary requrements, and his metabolism makes him constantly hungry and quick to tire.
Jax's dense musculature makes injuries take a while to heal.
•When he gets sick, or every few months if he doesn't, Jax's scales molt for about a week. During this period, his new layer of scales is soft and vulnerable to the elements until he's done shedding.
Fears:

Appearance:
History (2-3 Paragraphs):
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Name:
Kali Orme

Nickname:
Kal

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Height:
5'2

Weight:
128 pounds

Likes:
-Darkness
-Money
-Tattoos
-Climbing
-Free Running
-Skateboarding
-Piercings
-Music

Dislikes:
-Light
-People
-Authority
-Education

Student or Teacher:
Student

New or Old:
Old

Piercings/Tattoos/Scars?:

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Power/Mutation:
Umbrakinesis-User can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc.
This also effects her appearance, the edges of her body form into what seems like smoke.

Strengths (Power related):
-A certain amount of invulnerability
-Can create solid creatures from shadows
-Can use shadows to teleport
-She can cause things to appear invisible by blocking the light
-Create and dispel shields from the shadows
-Create weapons with it

Weaknesses (Power related):
-She has an aversion to light which means she has to constantly wear sunglasses as her eyes are extremely sensitive to light
-Things like teleporting and creating and controlling creatures of the shadows rapidly drains her energy and makes her extremely ill
-She doesn't have much control

Fears:
-Losing control
-Tight spaces
-Light

History:
Kali was born the way she was. Her eyes are a vibrant blue that seem to glow and the whites of her eyes are in fact black. She was also born with what appeared like smoke emitting from her body. She was born at home in England where her mother died in childbirth, her father running with her soon after when authorities tried to take her away. He ran to America where he kept her hidden, not wanting her to be targeted.

She spent her days in the basement, safely hidden from the light outside and only venturing out in the dark. They moved frequently, people quickly getting suspicious of the English man always hiding away in his home. Kali knew no different and the only person she ever had contact with was her father. That was until she decided to defy him. He had always told her the sunlight was dangerous to her but she had never experienced it. She waited until he had left for work before she snuck out, using the shadows to teleport herself to the other side of the locked door. She was found by a neighbor a few steps from her front door, burns covering her body and screaming. The woman thought she had been on fire due to the shadows being emitted from her and didn't notice her eyes due to them being clenched shut. An ambulance was called immediately and her father called. When they realised she was different, things escalated and she ended up on the front of many newspapers and a story on news stations, drawing the academies attention to her. They immediately invited her to join them and moved her father out of the country. She's been here now for five years.

Other:

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Writing Sample:

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When everything started, the worst possible place to go was hospitals. It was then any camp the military tried to set up. Schools, supermarkets, any kind of large store or mall, amusement parks, airports and basically anywhere housing masses of people was a terrible idea. Going to any of those places, even a year on, was a death wish. Anyone with half a brain stuck to the back roads and scavenging from small stores and houses. Those were safest. They held less risk and if you ran into any infected it was fairly easy to control the situation.
However, when things got dire and you're leaving a trail of blood behind you, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is why Logan was attempting (and failing) to open the glass doors to a hospital in the middle of a very large city with a very agitated dog sat at her heels. What city, she had no clue. The signs had been destroyed a long time ago and she had no real map to help her determine her whereabouts. All she knew was she was headed north. Sticking to her rules, she had no discernible destination, but a direction; that was good enough for her.
Roughly five hours prior to her attempted break in, she had entered the outskirts of the city. Desperate for more food to last until the next town she would happen across and after not finding enough in the last town, she took to scavenging through houses on the outskirts. Finding a few cans in the first three houses, she moved onto the next. She whistled, hatchet held high, ready for attack. What she didn't expect was an elderly man in the early stages of infection to come at her with a knife. Most of the elderly had died at the very beginning, not having the strength to fight off infection, thus she was caught off guard. The man managed to embed the kitchen utensil into her calf before Rodney distracted him, jaws clamping around his leg, a few seconds later her own blade came swinging down, right into the back of his head. For a few moments, she lay, catching her breath and acknowledging the pain searing through her now damaged leg. She had ran out of medical supplies a few months back and had survived by being incredibly cautious as to avoid injury. She could definitely no longer avoid it. Pulling herself to her feet, she left the knife exactly where it was and used the walls and surfaces to navigate herself until she found the bathroom in hopes of a first aid kit. Nothing. She found nothing.
So here she was, a ripped shirt found in the man's room tied tightly around the knife wound, trying to pry open the doors of the hospital. She had decided against trying anymore houses and stores were sure to be cleared out. The hospital was the one sure fire place she would get the medical supplies she needed.

that is exactly what my character would have as a power

 

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that is exactly what my character would have as a power

Bro this is almost a year old