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 Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:37 am
Table of Contents 1st Post: Table of Content
2nd Post: Christofer Vaught-Cantwell
3rd Post: Dr. Nex Medicus
4th Post: Autumn Valentine
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:38 am
{‡}C h r i s t o f e rXV a u g h t - C a n t w e l l{‡}  {‡}. . .Tell Me About Yourself. . .{‡}
[ Y ] o u r [ N ] a m e ? ? ?xSandlessDunes
[ H ] i s [ N ] a m e ? ? ?xChristofer Vaught-Cantwell
[ W ] h a t [ C ] a n [ I ] [ C ] a l l [ Y ] o u ? ? ?xChris ::: Christ
[ H ] o w [ M ] a n y [ M ] o o n s ? ? ?xEighteen [18]
[ W ] h a t [ A ] r e [ Y ] o u ? ? ?xMale, Man, Boy
[ H ] o w [ D ] o [ Y ] o u [ S ] w i n g ? ? ?xBoy, Man, Male
[ H ] a l o [ O ] r [ H ] o r n ? ? ?xHorns ::: Dark ::: Evil
[ W ] h a t [ Y ] e a r ? ? ?xSenior ::: Twelve [12]
[ W ] h o [ D ] o [ Y ] o u [ F ] a n c y ? ? ?xNo one at the moment
{‡}. . .And How Does That Make You Feel. . .{‡}
[ Y ] o u r [ F ] e e l i n g s ? ? ?x
Christofer is a quite person who likes to keep to himself most of the time. It's nothing personal towards anyone, it is just eh way he was raised and the way he was treated when he was younger. Anyways, it resulted in him keeping to his own business and not letting his morals get in the way of making decisions.
Some people will see him as a person without care and love, but in reality, that is false. Christofer loves all and cares for the world, he just knows when he should step into a situation and when he should put his head down and mind his own business in the world.
If you do get the amazing luck to actually get into a conversation with Christofer, you will find it will go on for a long while, for when he starts to talk, he does not like to stop, even if he doesn't look like it. If you are even luckier, you might get him to befriend you, and when that happens you have some one who is both loyal and will also always tell you the truth, no matter what it is about.
On that subject, Christofer does not lie and he is wonderfully truthful and hold integrity as a virtue of the highest caliber. He will hold all promises and if he says that he will do something, he will work until he dies to see that it is complete.
A small downside to his personality is that he can only focus on a few things at one time, and then as more things to to his person, he starts to loose control of himself and goes into a blind rage, making it impossible to go into crowds or socialize with large groups of people.
[ W ] h a t [ D ] o [ Y ] o u [ E ] n j o y [ A ] n d [ S ] h y [ F ] r o m ? ? ?x
Christofer likes many things, ranging from the creative arts and performing arts, all the way to his cigarettes which are never far away from him. One thing he likes most of all is conversation, for he was never spoken to when he was younger.
Things that he dislikes are hatred for people who do their duty and those who try to break away from what fate has planned for them. Along with haters in general.
{‡}. . .You Have Beautiful Skin. . .{‡}
[ H ] o w [ D ] o [ Y ] o u [ D ] o [ I ] t ? ? ?x
CHhristofer is a young man of eighteen years old and is very fit for his age, despite his smokers ways. He is very tall, reaching a height of six foot and nine inches, towering most other people of his age. His weight is two hundred pounds even, but most of it comes from the muscles that he is made up of, and his immense size. His hair is a dark red that starts almost black at the roots and fades to more of a scarlet at the tips, where it hangs lazily down around his head and in front of his eyes. Having a very light complexion, he can burn very easily and will sometimes be seen with bright red cheeks in the summer because of this, which are normally mistaken to be blushes. His eyes are a deep brown that seems to draw in colors and change them to the forests will.
His attire if formed up of a black and white or black and red striped undershirt which is worn with everything, with either a fur lined vest or nothing worn over the top. His pants are black skin tight jeans with studs places randomly around them, chains hanging in random places and holes ripped in all the right areas. His shoes are black combat booths that go up right past the shins. Gloves are worn up and over the hands and his eyes are always adorned with his special goggles. You can always find a smoke in his mouth, in his pocket, or behind his ear, for his habit had yet to even cross his mind as a problem.
{‡}. . .We Fear You Because Of All That. . .{‡}
[ W ] h y [ S ] h o u l d [ I ] [ F ] e a r [ Y ] o u ? ? ?x
The power that Christofer holds within his body is something that can truthfully be obtained by anyone willing to take the time to study the art, but the reason Christofer was admitted to the school is because of how rapidly he picked it up and the way he used it.
His power is the power of machines. The ability to tinker and destroy, to then put back to together, to create and link. He is incredibly smart and is able to play with machines, the mechanics behind it, and everything that falls into the category, ranging from pens to cars. But that's not all, he also knows the complete anatomy of the human structure with amazing clarity. In all, his ability is Bioengineering. His ideas and thoughts are very creative and wherever he goes he carries the basic tools in capsules. He can create DNA, cells, and even new life, right from the area he is in. That right there is his main power, and it has many branches, many things that can come from it, and his next power, and the reason he was sent to this school, is as such.
Human Mechanics or the art of making humans into cyborgs, is his next art. He is unable to work on anyone but himself, for he has tried and all have died of poisoning, so his conclusion is that his body is stronger than the others. This is his second power and has been used, and will only be used, on himself. Currently, his right arm and left leg are completely mechanical, with skin and a little muscle over it. It is part of his ow research along with nano technology which keeps this happening. It is his tool and has many uses.
The arm itself can change its shape by letting the skin, muscle, and machinery move and seem to grow. It's changes are only limited by size and imagination, for it cannot be longer than five feet starting from the elbow, and has to be something that us real, or has a basic shape to it.
The leg Can do the same thing, but is used more for the speed and strength, and hardly is used to transform. Something his leg can do that his arm can't is thrust from a small engine at the heel of the foot. Since there is only one, it is used mostly as a speed increaser, and not used to fly, so flight is not currently possible.
The reason all of the transformation in and upon themselves are possible is because of the Nano Machines that run through his whole body, making him stronger where he needs to be, and healthier than almost any other human. Since nano machines mate and reproduce, he never has to make new ones, but they can die and after a number of them die, he has to inject a substance into his body that removes all the dead machines. The nano machines can do many things, but the main thing they do is enhance normal cells and relay information faster and more effectively than normal cells do, increasing his normal senses.
The transformations from normal arm into something else can take up to ten seconds and the skin stays, morphing around the object thanks to the nano machines inside of his body. As this is science and ever evolving, soon he may become something more machine than human.
{‡}. . .Your Past And Your Future Please. . .{‡}
[ W ] h e n [ Y ] o u [ W ] e r e [ Y ] o u n g e r ? ? ?x
Christofer was born into a family of disease and illness that seemed to kill a new person every year or so. Lucky for them, they spawned relatively quickly and there was always a new person to come along. He is the seventh son in a family of thirteen sons and five daughters, where only four sons and one daughter remains. All dyeing from sort of sickness from one time of their life or another.
As Christofer grew up, he started to feel the affects of his family and all the death that ran along in it. It was something that he hated and every say as he started to get weaker, he looked for a cure. His studies were something that meant life to him, so everything was taking as top priority. At around the age of ten, he started to go to public school and make friends which would mysteriously disappear, only to reappear months later dead and cut to shreds. At the lack of everyone else's knowledge, Christofer was doing experiments on his friends to try things that he had heard could save his own life. It was a bloody and messy life, but it was his destiny and he believed that it needed to be followed.
At around the age of thirteen, Christofer stumbled upon the studies of Nano machines and how they worked with the human body. After a year of research, he knew this was the cure to his illness and quickly began to work on himself to cure the multiple problems he had. It wasn't in time though, because he had lost both his right arm and his left arm to a crippling disease and his lungs were about to fail thanks to cancer. The nano machines killed the cancer and saved his lungs, but didn't fix his arm and leg, so with this on his mind, he went back to work.
Around when he was sixteen, more people were ending up dead and he had destiny to thank he wasn't discovered. All the deaths were not in vain though, for by his seventeenth year, he had constructed a new arm and leg which infused itself with his own body, creating many new possibilities and healing him completely. by this time though, his whole family was dead and he was the one to carry it on.
His senior year, after teachers say what he was, he was transfered to this school which he now attends after serving one month in juvenile detention for all the murders. They would have held him longer if they could find evidence, but they never did, the bodies decayed in the sunlight, he had made sure of it, so he was let free and sent away.
Now, as he arrives at Dawn academy, his only goal is to expand his knowledge and create the perfect human: Himself.
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He has now entered into the world that is Dawn Academy and what a world it is. First being thrown into a room with an artist who he finds quite calm, yet irritating at the same time, he is then abducted and sent off to a room where his powers are locked away. This is caused by a member of 'ECHO' a group who does not believe that the schools polices are right and are striving to achieve a place where those with powers don't have to hide away.
After a more gruesome Zombie invasion hit, many are left dead and now Christofer, or now referred to as Byte by ECHO member, is rushed to a meeting in the abandon housed where he was first brought for inquiry.
[ W ] h a t [ D ] o [ Y ] o u [ D ] o [ N ] o w ? ? ?x
Currently, Christofer just started and has no classes, but soon he will gain all his classes which will help him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:41 am
{|¤|}Dr.tabNextabMedicus{|¤|}  {|¤|} Dr. Can You Tell Me A Little Bit About Yourself?{|¤|} Sure I'm ... [...]Dr. Nex Medicus
[...]working under Sandless Dunes
[...]Nineteen Years Old
[...]All for Girls
[...]Supporting the Dark Side of things
[...]Going into my Senior Year
[...]Currently Single {|¤|} Okay, and why do you do things the way you do?{|¤|} [...]Well, it seems like the reason I do things the way I do, is because of my Personality. For you see, I am a calm and collected person, and I like to think about things before I say them. I am an easy person to be around and I enjoy hanging out around others, even if they don't see that from my appearance. If you want to truth though, on the outside I may seem sweet and innocent, but on the inside I have a problem that no doctor can fix, for you see, I am a nut-case. I don't know why, but I seem to have blackouts where anything can happen, normally when my emotions hit critical points, and it could be treated with drugs but those change people and I wish not to be changed.
[...]Maybe it's also just because I like certain things and dislike others. I enjoy doctoring and medicine along with music and people. Those are the main things I like and things I dislike are interruption, poor sportsmanship, and morals. {|¤|} I see...Well, I really like your outfit, mind explaining it to me?{|¤|} [...]Certainly. My outfit is composed of a white undershirt, button up of course, topped with a white bow-tie, just to add a bit of style to it. I am wearing a nice white button-up vest, to kind of pull it together, even though it is cut lower than most. My coat is black and is actually a tuxedo coat, with tails trailing longer than most, for I enjoy that feeling. My pants are black slacks held up with a black belt, just to match the pants. Black socks and dress shoes, polished to perfection finish that portion of my body. Heading back up, I have a black cape with a red inside which adorns my body, attaching itself to my jacket. On my head is a top hat, for fashion is keen, and lastly, upon my face, is a white masquerade mask. The reasoning behind it shall be left for a different question. {|¤|} Interesting. Now why are you here instead of at a medical school?{|¤|} [...]That one is simple, it's because I have Power. You see, this school is for people who have abilities, such as myself, and thus I was sent here to try to control my powers. Anyways, I have already graduated medical school.
Not meaning to go off topic, but if your interested, my power is Anatomical Sight. It seems weird at first but for me, it is very helpful. You see, my eyes allow me to see everything on an anatomical level, meaning I can look at you and tell how your lungs are doing and what they are doing and why that is. Basically, it allows me to see the anatomy of any living organism and also see, to some point, the chemical reactions taking place inside of your anatomy. The reason I wear the mask is to hide my eyes, for it has seemed to scare many people in the past. The eyes themselves are sort of like lasers, in the fact they the intensity on them can be increased or decreased. So if I wanted to be able to see normally I would mentally switch down the intensity, but if I wanted to see your spine, I would raise the intensity.
Currently, I also have been studying only human anatomy, so even if I can see inside of other animals, I wouldn't know what to really do. Though if it is similar enough, I could guess. I always carry around a backpack that has all the tools I would need to operate, for I am hoping to come to this school and intern with the medical department. It's like my super first aid kit I carry around with me, my Anatomy pack. {|¤|} That makes perfect sense. But now you must tell me, how did it all begin?{|¤|} [...]When I was younger, my parents knew I was different. For you see, even though I am only an average sized man standing at Six foot, when I was a baby, I was completely different. My eyes of course were the first sign, for you can see the deep red glow which hides beyond the light blue. It scared them at first, and when I started to grow at a rapid speed, it was the biggest indicator. By the time I was ten, I had stopped growing and was at the height I am today. I was also just graduating from the Eighth grade and moving into high school, for my brain was able to retain knowledge like a sponge. At fourteen I graduated high school, taking the whole four years to study people of their level. I learned a lot about hormones there and it really helped when I moved into medical school. I skipped pre-med, they said I didn't need it, and I got my doctorates in three more years. Of course my last year of residency was as an anatomical surgeon. It was my job until I came here to get away from things and understand and train myself in my powers. I already graduated both school levels, so they made me a senior. I'm happy they accepted me at all.
That's my story and so far, I have just arrived here. Hopefully more will happen soon.
[...]As for what I am taking here, that right now is nothing. Later I shall truly enroll in some classes.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:42 am
| | Φ | | X,x[| A |] u t u m n X>X[| V |] a l e n t i n e x,X| | Φ | | | | Φ | | |P| l e a s e |M| i s s |A| |L| i t t l e |I| n f o r m a t i o n . . . | | Φ | | | N | a m e | P | l e a s e . . . Autumn Valentine
| W | h o ' s | P | u l l i n g | T | h e | S | t r i n g s . . . SandlessDunes
| A | n y | O | t h e r | N | a m e s . . . Not at the Moment
| Y | o u r | A | g e . . . Sixteen Years Old |16|
| A | n d | Y | o u r | E | r . . . | G | e n d e r . . . Female! Really, I mean look.
| W | h a t | D | o | Y | o u | P | r e f e r . . . A little of both, you can't be a picky eater ;]
| Y | o u r | A | l i g n m e n t . . . I like the Good things in life
| H | o w | A | b o u t | Y | o u r | G | r a d e . . . I'm a Junior |11th|
| A | n y t h i n g | S | c a n d a l o u s . . . Not with anyone right now, sorry! | | Φ | | |D| i g g i n g |I| n t o |Y| o u r |S| o u l |N| o w . . . | | Φ | | | H | o w | A | r e | Y | o u r | F | e e l i n g s . . .
I guess some people would call me shy and quite, but once you get past that part, I hear I'm a pretty nice person. I am scared of confrontation and of people so I tend to keep to myself more, shying from large situations. It's hard for me to make friends because I am scared of what people will think of me, but I really like friends. They are always so nice to me...
Once you get to know me, I hear I'm a really nice gal enjoys conversation and music. Of course music. When I get behind my instrument or hear a song that gets me going, I like to believe I change completely, not caring what others think and enjoying the simple things in life.
I like to flow through things like the air and not focus too much on just one thing, because the past is the past and if we dwell on that, we may never see the future. At the same time, I'm down to earth and ca understand that some things are important and other things are just here to waist our time in life, which is the most important things we have to offer in this world.
Lastly, I like to think that my morals are good and that helping people through their problems comes top priority on my list, even if it might hurt me in the long run.
| Y | o u r | F | a v o r i t e s . . .
Just starting off, I really like music. It's been a passion of mine since I picked up a violin when I was five and a half. Next to that would be little kitties and rainbows next. I know it sounds girlie, but their so amazing and bright.
While we're on this subject, I don't really like dark clouds and storms, especially with lightning, those scare me. Another thing which I'm not very fond of it frogs. Their icky. | | Φ | | |N| o w |W| h a t |O| f |Y| o u r |C| l o t h e s . . . | | Φ | | | W | h a t | B | r a n d | A | r e | T | h e y . . .
My clothes? Well, most of my clothes are home made. It's really simple actually, it starts with a deep forest green dress that flows down from my shoulders all the way down to my feet which are adorned with grass sandals. They are really comfortable actually and go really well with the green jacket I wear over the top of my dress. I personally think they compliment both my height, standing at Five four, and my eyes, which are a flowing green. Although my hair, a rich red, stands out against all of my attire, but it suits me well I like to say.
That? Oh, that's a heart necklace that my older sister gave to me after my first recital. It has me and her playing Violin together. She...passed away...when I was young and this is the only thing I have left, along with the Double Bass that she gave me, which I still have with me. A beautiful Instrument with a Rosewood fingerboard and a flamed back. How I do miss her, but how I do love playing the bass. | | Φ | | |W| h a t |A| r e |Y| o u |I| n |F| o r . . . | | Φ | | | W | h a t | M | a k e s | Y | o u | S | p e c i a l . . .
Why I was enrolled into Dawn Academy and what makes me special huh? Well, the reason I came to Dawn Academy is because of me...powers. You see, I have the Ability to control Resonance on a Mechanical level, though my specialty would be in Acoustic Resonance. Using my Bass, or my voice I guess, I can use the resonance to play with the Resonance and Natural Resonance Frequencies. Very simply, I can match the vibrations an object is putting out to pay around with the object itself. Acoustic Resonance is playing with sound that humans can hear, and it's what I'm best at. Of course, I'm only a junior and this is my first year, so I have a lot to learn with that.
I also have another power that helps me with my major power. It is the ability to control and manipulate Air or just the surrounding area. This right here makes it so I am able to amplify my Resonance and raise and lower dynamics at my will, along with being able to keep sound in a certain area or spreading it out at a very far distance. Again, I am still learning and more can be taught as I advance in years. | | Φ | | |B| e f o r e |Y| o u |C| a m e |T| o |D| a w n |A| c a d e m y . . . | | Φ | | | T | h e | P | a s t . . .
The past and before I came to Dawn Academy was really easy, until catastrophe hit my family and made it so this was the only safe haven left on the world. It was a long time ago, before I knew about my powers...
Mama always knew I was special, but at the age of five when I first picked up the Violin and learned to play it within weeks, she just thought me a prodigy and not a freak like I was called later on in life. It wasn't until the end of my first year playing, when I was six and a half, that the first thing happened. It was small at first and Mama put it out of sight and out of mind. Your see, when I was playing, I struck a note that not only vibrated the strings and the wood, but the house itself. It was small enough that Mama just blew it off as nerves and I could tell she was frightened, but I didn't know why until later.
Around the age of eight, it started to happen more, and Mama started to become even more frightened. It was also around this time that my Fifteen year old Sister, Snow, began to play the Double Bass. She was beautiful at it, better than I thought I could ever be, and I still think that I wont be able to be better than her, but it was then that we went to our first Recital together and things couldn't have been worse. At the very peak of our performance, I hit the a real Resonance Frequency and made the whole place shake. Most people thought it was an earthquake and left very quickly, but Mama, Sissy, and I knew different. We left the stage then and after going home and packing, we left town. At first I didn't want to so I threw a tantrum but that didn't go well, not at all.
It turned out that my voice also could do the same thing as my instruments could and as I screamed and wailed I felt the earth shake and then, the house came down while we were standing outside of it. Of course, we had to leave now, but I still wasn't happy. I was also very scared of what I could so so stayed silent almost the whole time while we traveled. We got to Grammies house in a couple of days and they let us stay for a while until another shake went through the neighborhood and we left once again.
Since then, we've been moving around lot, but it didn't get bad until last year...I was fifteen and we were living in New York, New York, the big apple and the scariest place I knew. Me and Sissy Snow were walking back from a jazz bar late one night like we shouldn't have been doing and got caught. No, not by the police dummy, that would be good, by the creepers. They were rapists and they...they got Sissy. They held me back as they beat my sister and threw her beautiful instrument off to the side. they hurt her real bad and I closed my eyes when they took her clothes off. People came before they could get to me, but it was already too late for Snow...they had stabbed her before, a bunch of sick ********, and she was quickly bleeding out. The ambulance was coming, but we both knew she wasn't going to make it.
Because of me, she was going to die. I could have saved her, I know I could have, I was just scared because he told me not to scream or he would do the same things to me. So I stayed silent and now, because of that, I watched my Sister, Snow, bleed out in front of me. With her last energy she reached down her tattered shirt and pulled out her gold necklace and held the blood speckled object out to me. She told me to take and keep it forever and then she looked at her Bass. Her beautiful bass which was aged at least Three Hundred years. She told me to take it and play it. To play it forever and never let anyone stop me...and then she was gone.
I came home covered in Snows blood and mom left as soon as we got her body back from autopsy. They never found the guys who did it, and that is what brought me here. To get away from evil people like there and learn to perfect my gift so I can protect people. She was beautiful...so perfect...so...
Oh, I'm sorry, I was getting lost in the past. As for what I'm doing now, well, nothing yet. Though as soon as I am, I will make sure to tell you guys right away.
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Fondled under pianissimos,
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[align=right][size=9][color=brown]___[u]♪[/u]_|| [/color][/size][size=10][color=burlywood]T || ext[/color][/size][/align]
[color=brown][size=9][align=center]Melodrama swayed in satin sound
– Yet the player wasn’t there...[/color][/size][/align]
[align=center][img]http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg305/xXgaahinaXx/Melody_of_Parderne_by_phungdinhdung-2.jpg?t=1290726296[/img][/align]
[size=9][color=brown][align=right]Then a climax –
Writhing passion cutting deep –
Wounding macho flesh,
And all in a work of musical art[/color][/size][/align]
[size=5][color=black][align=right]Pieces of [u]Violin[/u] by Mark R Slaughter[/color][/size][/align]
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:43 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:45 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:49 am
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