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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:39 am
Though considerably less more, than more less.
If they're not done, they're not done, don't yell at me. Unless you really want to.
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 8:43 am
Your Name, please... Nicholas Q. Svaldi Any other names? Nic, I suppose, if those extra two syllables are too much Please state your gender...Male. Though I think you could have figured that out. And how old are you, sir?9 years old, technically. The biological clock would tell you something more like 17, though. Please state your species... Human, if you could call it that With what do you consider yourself aligned?Me, myself, and no other. And your personal history, please?Ah, I had you're typical American childhood for all of 3 months, until I started walking and talking. It appeared that my ability took it upon itself to age me at it's own pace. Naturally, my parents were concerned and turned me almost immediately over to a laboratory. When they first began to perform tests, they found nothing odd, until they attempted to perform one that would have been damaging, at which point my ability took over and caused all kinds of mayhem to the lab. After everything was damaged pretty much beyond repair, one of the scientists took it upon himself to look after me, which meant holding on to me for a few months, and then passing me off from institution to institution, until I eventually ended up here, at this school, the system's last hope, more or less. Nothing to upsetting, just a typical reaction, I suppose, to extreme abnormality. Keep an eye out for him...Nicholas Svaldi usually wears dark and earthen tones, not for personal favor, but because it attracts less attention. He is a big fan of pockets, too. You can fit all kinds of interesting things in there. His shoes are either boots, practical and durable, or moccasins, quiet and comfortable. His hair is usually on the longer side, since it grows at an intenser rate than would otherwise be expected, and is usually brown, though has been known to vary, by no control of his own. Personality: He is comparatively anti-social, though not for a dislike of people or anything like that, in fact, he enjoys people and can deal with them well enough, for short periods of time, anyway. Mostly, he doesn't like attention, since whenever he gets it, things go bad. He is, however, extremely sure of himself and his abilities, and, dare I say, a little bit egotistical. As far as other things go, though, it would appear that Nicholas is rather curious about other people, and pays very close attention in order to learn anything that might benefit him. He's still getting used to being a 'teenager', or at least dealing with the psychological changes that accompany it, so although he only has the perspective of a 9 year old, he still gets the impulses and feelings associated with his age, and doesn't have as firm a grasp on it. Character Weakness/Flaws: It would appear that without assistance, his powers are relatively useless. Also, his age will prove to be a disadvantage, especially since he appear so much older, and people would think he would have more experience, and better control. He also is extremely naieve, or so it would appear. [b Please describe anyweapons/armor you have: Uh, none. I don't think. And any items you have: Uh, I got a matchbook in my left pocket, a pocketknife in my right, and a pencil. Also, please describe any battle skills/magical powers you have: Ah, here's the fun part. I have the ability to intesnsify things. Not, mind you, multiply or increase. Intensify. I can make fires give of more intense heat, but I don't technically make them hotter or bigger, though they will feel hotter, and grow larger faster. They are just having a more intense effect. The same process works on almost any effect. My limit, at this point, seems to be about an increasing factor of 5, and a limiting factor of .7 times the original effect or force. This doesn't give me a very large combat advantage in and of itself, but it does prove invaluable in other ways... Friends: None, as of yet. Enemies: Likewise, none. Lover: It would appear that in my nine years of life I've yet to aquire one... stare Dorm: Uh, lemme check... Pic: Uh, add a bit more hair, and darker skin. And I don't usually walk around with a sword, nor look at people over my back shoulder. 
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:05 pm
Hello, may I please ask-
-SH!
Sorry, I just have to-
-SHH!
Here, why don't you take the paper sheet...
-SHHHHH!!!
NAME=
- Shh, Just Shh.
Nickname=
- Shh.
Gender=
- Male.
Age=
- 16
Species=
- Human
Alignment=
- Lawful Evil
Physical Description=
- Standing at Six-foot-five-inches, Shh is rather tall. His dark black hair is usually unkept, unless he feels compelled to make an impression. He has a thin build, and the lines show, especially on his face and arms. The sunken cheeks and wiry frame often make him look like he's been starved, which is mildly true, considering he doesn't eat as much as he ought to. Scars and scrapes are a common sight near his lips, hands, and forehead, a result of the metal claw he has taken to carrying around. Pale skin is the result of too much time spent in tunnels, run-down houses, and anywhere he can avoid people, which usually means not outdoors. His eyes are piercing, and full of emotion: anger, sadness, stress, weariness. His communication is mostly through them, and body lanuguage. He usually wears an undersized black shirt, ripped and stained with blood and soil, and a pair of slacks, almost equally worn through, but at least the right size. His feet are covered with moccasins, once brown, but now stained red on the tops, and charred black on the feet. The undersized shirt shows his ribcage, and a strong stomach. I'd describe to you his teeth, but his mouth opens so rarely, it would be a waste of my time and yours.
Personal History=
-Shh was born deaf, due to complications during the pregnancy. Over the next five years, though, he developed the ability, or misfortune, as he sees it, of hearing. He hates almost all noise, except for a couple decibles here and there. One day, he woke up, and his mother was snoring. He walked upstairs to her bedroom, calmly opened the door, walked over to her sleeping body, and strangled her. After the screaming and struggling had subsided, he was back in perfect silence, and he returned downstairs to his book. Of course, murder isn't looked favorably upon in most cultures, and so Shh was forced to flee. He found refuge for a short while in a monastary. It was there, as well, that he found his name, harshly spoken by the monks whenever a visitor rose their voice. Shh. Such a simple name, and one of the few noises he tolerates. What's more, when it's uttered, other noise seems to calm down, if not cease. In time, of course, Shh knew he had to move on. Especially since the residents of the monastary were starting to really push the whole 'Love God' thing on him. He hit the streets. Except they were kinda noisy, so he stuck more to alleys and such. Close enough to people to be able to steal food and sleep in abandoned apartments and such, but far enough away to not get caught in the hussle and the gawd-awful noise. He started wearing earmuffs and plugs, so he could venture out a bit, and soon he began to develop what he considered to be a relationship. Most of us would call it stalking at worst, and being incredibly creepy at best. He took to a certain girl. Her voice was just the right pitch to not get on his nerves. She was beautiful. And she smiled at him. He took to following her like a puppy, sometimes closer and more obvious, sometimes further. One day, he was further away, up in a building, in silence, without muffs or uncomfortable plugs. He watched from his window as she crossed a street. And a large car sped towards her. He was too far away to do anything about it, but he tried, bursting out the window, into the noise, and a full two-story drop that broke his right foot. He wasn't going to make it. Holding out his hand, he put all his will into stopping the car. And it did. The car's front end hit an invisble brick wall of sorts. A moment of relief flooded him, and the street was silenced. He closed his eyes, and exhaled. His focus dropped. The car demolished the whimpering girl in a horrible, screeching wreck. Shh hit his knees, and the noise around him grew. He was angry. Very angry. He ripped the throats out of the first three people he came across, and used his newfound ability to stop things to escape the cops who tried futiley to pursue him. Since then, he's been on the run, never staying anywhere more than a week, for fear of noise, and attachment, and society in general. Until he read about the Acadamy. Strapping on some noise-canceling headphones, and praying that this would be the one place he could find peace, or at least silence, he headed in.
Weaknesses/Flaws=
-Extremely quick to anger, and definitely not a social person, for more or less obvious reasons. Save for a few sounds and pitches, almost anything will drive him over the edge. He also tends to latch on to things a bit too much.
Personality=
-Cold and angry, he figured out early that a dead man doesn't flap his jaw as much, and people tend to be quieter knocked out. That being said, there is a tender, loving side to him, and he will look out for those things he loves if it kills him.
Weapons=
-He has a metallic claw, which perfectly fits his right hand. He made it himself, a slow process when you consider he was grinding down metal without making any noise. It's fingers end in a wicked point, and the sides are blades sharp enough to cut through most stone. He usually stabs it through the waist of his pants, where he can grab it quickly and easily.
Magical Powahs=
Shh can stop physical objects. Or reduce their velocity, or whatever you want to call it. If it moves, he can stop it. Bigger things take more effort, energy, and focus. A car he can only do on extreme adrenaline and complete focus. He could stop a baseball in his sleep.
PICTURE!! AGAIN!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!! Arghh. I'll get one. Eventually. Just no time soon. I'll RP without it for a while, so be quiet. I don't love you anymore.
Friends=
-Anybody who's quiet or speaks in the right vocal range.
Enemies=
-Anything that makes horrible noise.
Lovers=
-Hah. Like anyone could put up with Shh for more than 5 seconds.
Dorm=
-None assigned. I sure wouldn't want to be his Dormmate.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:54 am
Name: Vince Crushfield
Nickname: Whatever you want, baby...
Gender:Manly-man.
Age:22, which is very early to be startin' school.
Species:Satyr, baby.
Alignment:Right? Oh, uh, neutral.
TBC
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