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 Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 1:47 am Post subject: Teenage superheroes |
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Hey, welcome to my storybook. This storybook is about a school that the "gifted" May go to to learn to control and properly use their powers.
Rules: Look at the storybook sticky, it will tell you the rules.
Rules about this storybook:
-No being God, or Godlike powers.
-No one can be unbeatable, or have a power{ example: mind control} that no on ecan defend against
-Using your powers out of school is forbidden (but that doesn't mean you can't  )
-Don't do tupid stuff
Before you make a post, Fill out a format describing your characters if you can get a picture of him/her, that would be great.
Here's my character
Name: Gray Morrikin
Age: 15
gender: male
power: transforms into a human torando
personality:clever and cunning. Acts younger than he is, and usually is energetic. He has fun joking around but when it comes to business, he is in all seriousness.
Hair: shaggy blonde
eyes: a shade of grey
body build: Thin lightly muscular
Bio: his father was a pilot and his mother was a nurse. They both served in the army and that's where they met. His father used to take him on plane rides. In one of his rides, he did a barrel role, and Gray, being buckled in unproperly, fell out. In mid-air he discovered his powers, and brought himself safely down to land. His mother met him with broken arms, not seeing what he had become. His father, who saw it from a sky view, avoided his son in fear, and he left the family because of it. His mother went into a stage of depression, where she found out about his "talent." She left him at the army base, and ran away to his father. They left him alone, and to suffer. He was tooken in by a monk there, who found out about Bartholemew Matthew's school for the gifted. He sent Gray off to it, where he has lived since.
Gray in his human form: (looks like this without a robotic arm. He also has hair only to about his jawline and his eyes are grey)
http://images.quizilla.com/E/ED/EDL/edlover4ever/1130004465_linspicsed.jpg
Gray when he is in his human tornado form:
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| Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 3:24 am Post subject: |
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| I'm going to probably join in a little while...but I'm going to wait a bit, watch and see how things happen. |
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| Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 7:37 am Post subject: |
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How's this for a character?
Dirk Benverhaust
Biography: Dirk was your less than average boy. In fact, Dirk was retarded. Retarded, until one day someone threw a radioactive brick at his head. The brick woke up the other half of his brain and the radioactivity mutated it somehow to make him super intelligent.
He was noticed for his intelligence, but as far as everyone else was concerned, he went from being the village idiot to the village nerd. Not much of a promotion.
He was picked out to go to the super hero school, but he doesn't know what he's supposed to get out of it.
He's taken to watching MacGyver re-runs and has turned it into a science of it's own. Expect him to create things using common household items.
Of course, this sort of thing will get him into trouble, especially when things start going missing. |
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| Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 12:02 pm Post subject: |
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| I will join later, got my character, but don't have time to write. |
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| Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 9:03 pm Post subject: |
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Cool, so many new characters!
Gray pushed open the large wodden doors to the entry of the school. Inside, he saw what looked like a normal school, and was dissapointed. A thin elderly man with large spectacles walked up to him.
"You must be Gray, am I correct?" Gray inspecting the man. Nothing seemed "Super" about him. "I am principle Matthews, Bartholemew's grandson. Welcome to the school for the gifted!"
"Glad to be here sir!" Gray said, lying through his teeth. So far he saw no one like him. Maybe this school wasn't the place for him. It looked like a normal school so far. BORING
"Don't jump to conclusions yet, Gray. This school isn't as boring as you think." Principle Matthews shot him a wink. "Not so super, eh?"
Principle Matthews led him down a hall to his office. He opened his door, greeted the secretary, whose pen was scribbling down notes vigourisly. Gray followed the principle in, and the secreratry, who had saw Gray, Grabbed her pen quickly, and started to write using her hand. Matthews led Gray into his office where he sat him down in a comfortable armchair.
"She's telekinetic. She can move things with her mind." Principle Matthews said. "For example," The minitaure globe started to wobble for a moment, then started spinning very visciously. "I am doing all of this with my mind." The globe then stopped spinning.
"Does every student here have powers?" Gray asked, suddenly fearing that there was also "normal" kids in the school.
"Most do, a few others though, haven't completely discovered their powers." THe principle opened a filing cabinet, and pulled out a manilla folder. He plucked a few papers out of it, then put it back. He gave the pile of papers to Gray.
"The first paper is your schedule. Your classes, in order should be, flying 101, math, english, "using your powers", lunch, scenario 203, history, science, super hero skills, and then you have your free period. Any questions?" Before Gray had a chance to answer, Principle Matthew kept on talking.
"The next sheet consist of your dorm, its room number, and on th eenvelope attached to it, it has a key. That key is fire proof, and cannot be bent in any shape or way. When you get to your dorm, make sure to place your hand on the pad, so it can recongize you for the first time. Then press the key up to the lower slot in the pad, and it will recongize this as your key only. You may check out your room now, come back if you have any questions." Principle Matthews then shhoed him out of his door, and shut the door behind him. He left the building, and started his way across the campus towards his dorm room. He heard a click and the P.A. system clicked on. "Boys and Girls, our new student has arrived, you can go back to your normal activities. Suddenly the boring Normal students who had been walking by him changed. Some of them flew to their dorms, others, strecthed like rubber bands, others leaped like monkeys. This school was amazing! As he reached his dorm he climbed up the spiral starircase to room 312. The door looked normal, and with no keypad like principal Matthews had said. He rang the small doorbell to the side of the door. Nothing happened. He then reached for the knocker and knocked. He heard a click, then a robotic voice told him to back away mometnarily. The worn down dark green paint and the normal door transfromed into a silver door, with a keyslot in place of the knocker. Gray stood back for a moment and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help it in the least but his face shined brightly. He was having fun already. He followed the principles directions and the door slid open. |
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Name- Cedric Allen
Nick Name- Bloody Hands Cedric
Gender- male
Age- 16
Power- can control his own blood at will and can make it solid into weapons.
Hair- thick, brown, messy.
Eyes- brown
Personality-outgoing and friendly. Values his friends more then his life. Hates those who believe they're better then everyone else. Strong willed.
Body Build- Average build, though a little taller.
Bio- He killed his family when his powers awoke. Ever since that day he has been determined to make up for what he did by never letting someone he knows die. He was brought up by a family of super humans till he was old enough to go to school.
Here you go http://www.lovemanga.co.uk/wp-content/images/2006/08/CH_final_sm.jpg
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Cedric was siting at his desk fddiling with a knife. Then the loud speaker came on telling everyone to go about there normal business.
"Time to go I supose."
Cedric got up, grabed is black leather jacket, and walked out the door. Before he could grab the handle the door slid open. Standing there was a boy a little younger then himself.
"Never seen you around here before. Judging by that key, were roon mates. I'm Cedric, and you are?" |
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Sounds like fun, here's my character.
Name- Viamire Workings
Nick Name- Mirror, Mir
Gender- Female
Age- 14
Power- Can teleport using mirrors, can travel from mirror to mirror at the speed of light, can shapeshift while in a mirror, can mimic the powers of anyone looking in the mirror she’s in
Hair- Brown
Eyes- Blue, but they turn silver when she’s using her powers
Personality- Serious, a total perfectionist. Looks down upon people who are lazy.
Body Build- Slender and healthy
Bio- Viamire grew up rich, but not as spoiled as one might think. If she wanted something, her widowed father would make her work for it, usually by learning 10 new words, or memorizing a passage in a book, or something complicated. Due to her father’s constant pressure, Viamire works 24/7 to “better herself”. She is mature for her age and has skipped two grades. She can play the violin and the piano, and can speak in 5 different language. She only reads the “classics” and keeps up to date on world news. She tries to be the perfect lady. She never takes time to have fun, in fact, she probably doesn’t know how. Because her standards are so high and because she’s so busy doing other things, she has no real friends. The only thing “Childish about her is her much loved stuffed rabbit Ronnie that she sleeps with.
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| Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 5:26 am Post subject: |
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Name:
--Marrissa Hock
Age:
--15
Gender:
--Female
Appearance: I've provided links, and also described her.
--Long, fine, honey-colored hair that is middle-torso-length,
--Delicate, full, lips.
--Bewitching brown eyes
--Slightly tan complexion
--Elegantly arched eyebrows
--Tall and slender
--Always wears fashionable clothes
http://www.worldwidestarsearch.com/images/image14.jpg
Power:
--An ability to create a large amount of wind that she can contain, with a movement of the hand.
History:
--Only child. Her parents move around a lot, and hired a person to stay with her and keep track of her. They just moved here and are unhappy with the location. They're gone on vacation and leave her at the mansion so she can continue to go to school. They are unaware of her superpower.
Personality: (I included some bad traits in here, but these are only when she's at her worst.)
--In the "popular" group. Cheerleader.
--Very flirty
--Insensitive
--Is a hard worker
--Fun-loving
--Tends to be jealous
--Has to be the best at everything |
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Beep, beep, beep. Sleepily, Marrissa slammed the snooze button on her alarm clock. Loud and obnoxious, someone repeatedly banged on her door.
"W-What?" She mumbled. The door flew open and a middle-aged woman wearing a modest, wrinkle-free suit, with a strict bun, marched in, stopping next to her bed.
"Get up." The woman said with an emotionless voice. Marrissa opened one eye.
"Go away Mannie," she muttered, pulling the silk sheets up to her shoulders. She always called her Mannie, which was short for the nickname Marrissa had given her, Mannequin, because she was always robotic and emotionless.
The woman sat up even straighter, which was almost impossible, and adjusted her bifocals.
"You will address me as Miss Cockwill, and if you don't get up, I will call your parents."
This got Marrissa's attention momentarily, but she shrugged, "Go ahead. They left me here in the god-forsaken place anyway. It's not like anything worse could happen." Miss Cockwill drew a deep breath.
"You force me to do this," and she picked up the telephone and started to dial the number, "I'll tell them that you are neglecting your studies and they will cut off your allowance," she said as waited for them to pick up.
Marrissa jumped out of bed, "I'm up, I'm up already! You're such a fun Nazi..." Her voice trailed off as Mannie's eyes widened.
"What? What's the matter?" Marrissa asked nonchalantly.
"What on earth are you wearing? Are those scrappy pieces of fine silk actually your night attire?" Mannie asked, pointing a bony finger at Marrissa's lacy lingerie.
"Of course!" She said, laughing, "Listen, you've done your job and annoyed me endlessly, so can you get out of my room now?" She shoved Miss Cockwill out of the room and slammed the door, locking it.
She rushed through her daily routine of beautification and endless fashion choices before gulping down a glass of one-percent milk, grabbing an energy bar and hopping into the spotless black limousine waiting for her.
"Hi Joe," she said, glancing at the pair of clear green eyes in the rear view mirror.
"Good morning Miss Hock," a smooth, male voice replied.
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Flicking her honey colored bangs out of her eye's, and checking to make sure she looked fantastic in her compact cosmetic mirror, she sashayed into the miserable little school's hallway. She like the way her strappy heels clicked on the plastic floor.
That old guy had already given her a long, boring lecture on how everything worked, as if she needed it. He had said this was a school of superhero's, or something like that, she hadn't really paid much attention. Everyone looked pretty lame to her.
She knew she looked good, and couldn't help but notice not a few of the guys jaws drop. She couldn't help but smile a little, what losers.
Looking closely at the numbers on the lockers, her gaze returned to the slip of paper in her hands. 21-16-2 she finally found her locker. The gray paint was chipped and peeling. Disgusting.
Gingerly, she entered the code and pulled the handle. It didn't open. She tugged, but it didn't budge. Cooling her irritation, she carefully re-entered the combination and pulled the handle. No luck.
Suddenly her annoyance flew out of control. She flicked her wrists expertly and a blade of air cut the lock off. It landed on the floor with a clank, causing many to turn and see what happened.
God, how could she have been so stupid? She cursed inwardly and tried to maintain a how-on-earth-could-that-have-happened look. It worked. One of the drooling losers helpfully picked it up and examined it.
"Huh. What happened?" He asked in a dull voice.
"O-Oh! I-I was just trying to open my locker, a-and it fell off. Rusty old thing," she said, giving him her best flirty look, and taking it from his hands. His mouth dropped. Idiot. Suddenly he snapped into action.
He leaned against the locker, obviously trying to look sexy.
"Sooo...you wanna go out sometime?" He asked, winking, "Say...Friday?" She smiled apologetically. "Ah--sorry. I can't, gotta go!" She slipped out of his way and headed towards her first class.
The loudspeaker blared something, but she couldn't hear what it said, so she ignored it. Almost immediately, everything in the school hall came alive. |
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| Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 12:51 pm Post subject: |
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Viamire exited her science classroom, clutching their latest test tightly.
96% She thought Disgraceful. She made a quick glance at Dirk's paper as he also exited the classroom. 100%. He grip on the paper tightened. She felt her nails dig into her skin and quickly loosened her grip.
A lady must always be calm and in control of their emotions She reminded herself.
She had History next. She headed off in that direction, only to be knocked left and right by students lacking the ability to crowd the air above their head. She scoffed and slipped into the nearest girl's restroom. It was empty. She went to the mirror and touched the surface. With a bit of concentration is gave like water at her touch. Focusing on the restroom near her history classroom, she slide in.
She pulled herself of the mirror, right into the face of another girl.
"Oh!" The girl cried, backing away quickly. |
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Dirk left the classroom stupider than when he entered it. He went to his locker to deposit the books (he wasn't sure why he needed them anyways) and began to unlock it. He entered in the 12 digit code and the locker swept open. He took out the books for his next class.
He closed the locker and saw the school bully. The other students gave them plenty of space.
For all Dirk's intellect, he didn't know the bully's name. It was probably Hannibal.
"You think you're so smart, don't you?"
"You mean; 'Do you think you're smart?'"
"Yes, Do you think-" Hannibal stopped himself and balled his hands into his fist. Dirk didn't need a probability reading to determine where it was heading. Even as Hannibal's hand started moving, Dirk was moving his head out of it's path. At the same time, he pressed a button on his calculator.
The taser fired perfectly and hit Hannibal square in the chest. He convulsed as Dirk hit the Power button.
Dirk shocked him a few more times, until he collapsed onto the ground. Teachers rushed towards him. He frowned: the tazer had drained his Calculator Battery. The next thing he knew, he was heading to the Principal's office. |
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"Excuse me," Viamire said, stepping daintly around the spray of water from the fausette and dropping to the floor. The gril continued to stare at her, open mouthed.
How rude, Viamire thought. She looked the girl over, but no name came to her. She must be new, Viamire deducted, refusing to believe that her photographic memory would every let her down.
"Are you new here?" Viamire asked. The girl nodded and then straightened up and threw her hair over her shoulder.
"My name's Marrissa," She said, regaining her wits and trying to gain controll of the situation. |
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| Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 1:22 am Post subject: |
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(OOC: Rather presumptuous of you to make her look stupid...but I'll post off it anyway...)
A little shocked, Marrissa closed her mouth.
"Umm...my name's Marrissa," she said, flicking the hair out of her eye's. Yet another "super student". Though perhaps a bit more geeky, she thought, looking over the modest clothing the girl was wearing.
She wondered if she should extend her hand, but decided against it. She might get it liquefied, or dissipated, or something else weird.
Giving a backward glance at the girl one more time, she turned her attention to the mirror, and tucked a stray lock of hair into place. Straightening her outfit, she gave herself a critical eyeing in the mirror. Perfect.
Was the girl still standing there? Marrissa didn't know, and like she cared, the girl was too weird anyway. For some reason, she reminded Marrissa of Mannequin. |
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| Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 1:58 am Post subject: |
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(Sorry, I wasn't trying to make her sound real stupid, just surprised. I mean, come on, a girl just popped out the mirror, you'd be shocked too. And Viamire thinks most people are stupid, at least until proven other wise)
"My name's Viamire," Viamire stated, just to be polite. A lady is always polite her father had told her. The girl turned around and looked a little surprised to see her still standing there.
Viamire curtsied and left, hoping she had shocked the girl at least a bit. |
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