Young Writers Society

Welcome to the Academy For Heroes-in-Training! Years have passed since our last batch of trainees passed through our halls, and much has changed here at the Academy. As you read about our adventures, you'll come to know several incredible young men and women, with whom the fate of the universe rests!

Who am I, you ask? I am none other than the head proprietor of The Academy, Doctor Headmaster!

I know, I know. I'm cool.

Now, if you'll be joining us, this is your Senior or Junior year in The Academy. We've heavily reduced our student body to accomodate more focused training for our brave individuals, and I'd like to welcome you back personally for the new term. We have many adventures ahead of us, so I'd like to know a bit about you.

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[b][u][size=150]Your Name Here[/size][/u][/b]

[b]About You[/b]
[i]Please answer a series of questions so we can all get to know you better. [/i]

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[b]Q:[/b] Do you identify as a male, a female, or something else?
[b]A:[/b] Simply choose your gender.

[b]Q:[/b] How old are you?
[b]A:[/b] 19-22

[b]Q:[/b] Which universe are you from?
[b]A:[/b] Place your comic book/video game/book/TV show/combination thereof here.

[b]Q:[/b] Which superhero is your parent or ancestor? Are there more than one?
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[b]Q:[/b] Tell us about your social skills. How well do you get along with others?
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[b]Q:[/b] If you had a choice between love, power, or helping others, which would you choose?
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[b]Q:[/b] Are you excited to be graduating this year from the Academy?
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[b]Q:[/b] What is your best memory? Your worst?
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[b]Q:[/b] Would you consider yourself a team leader, a damage dealer, a supporter, or a tank?
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[b]Techniques[/b]
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[i]Major Technique 1[/i] Name and describe this technique, including pros and cons.
    [i]Major Technique 2[/i] Name and describe this technique, including pros and cons.
    [i]Minor Technique 1[/i] Name and describe this technique. May be passive.
    [i]Minor Technique 2[/i] Name and describe this technique. May be passive.
    [i]Minor Technique 3[/i] Name and describe this technique. May be passive.
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[b]Stats[/b]
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You may spend [b]ten[/b]  of these to begin with, spanning over all stats. Over the course of the  storybook, you will be rewarded with further points. Place one block  (▲) per level you wish to show in each stat.

[i][u]Health: [/u][/i]
[i][u]Magic/Energy (whichever applies to your character):[/u][/i]
[i][u]Offense:[/u][/i]
[i][u]Defense:[/u][/i]
[i][u]Speed:[/u][/i]
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Now, as you work to tell me about yourself, I'd like to let you know what I'm looking for. Try to conform to one of these archtypes:

Characters


Of course, we here at the Academy have rules and guidelines, so why don't I tell you those now!

Rules


Important Documents
1. Stat Sheet - Used to keep track of stats and levels, RPG style. Composite levels will be increased periodically, and stats will increase by your spending level points. An example has been completed for you.
2. Post & Collaboration Doc - For easy-access posting, reference, and collaboration. Use this to help you write with others.

Subject to change at a later time.

William Wallace Ward-West

About You
Please answer a series of questions so we can all get to know you better.



Techniques



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Atalanta Tsavorie

About You
Please answer a series of questions so we can all get to know you better.



Techniques


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It was a quiet, warm day on the Academy’s Planet. The distant dwarf star that bathed the sphere in light hung in the amber distance; moons high above and planets far away could be seen rotating off the horizon. Everything was peaceful, tranquil. Everything was calm. Doctor Headmaster stood on the balcony outside his office, ankles crossed as he leaned against the marble archway, dusting the top of his red fez with a soft towel. He’d been waiting for this exact moment for weeks: when the distant Planet Sho aligned itself with the tiny star, giving energy to the transdimensional gateway that would bring in his incredible students. And he had only a few seconds remaining until the hour stru--

“Doctor Headmaster, Professor Song is on the line for you; she wanted to know if you were still available for dinner toni--”

“--of course I am!” The headmaster turned around on his heels, holding out his hands as if to welcome a stranger. He looked at his hands and then back to his secretary, making a bit of a face. “Do you think that’s too much glamor? I don’t want to frighten away the newcomers, and Lord knows I’ve given enough of an impression to those older students of mine. I was thinking, though, that I might add a bit of glitter. Douglas--you know Douglas, don’t you?--he adores glitter, and I think I may have some lying around in the old art cupboard.”

His secretary hesitated, fumbling with her glasses. “Er, I’m sure they’d give the same reaction either way, sir. After all, nothing really can top your life-sized Optimus Prime costume from three years ago.” She straightened her skirt and adjusted an antenna on her forehead. “So, did you say that was a yes for Miss River?”

“Yes, yes.” Doctor Headmaster turned around and smiled at the morning sun, stretching. “Also, Miss Havana, would you bring me some Tylenol? I’ve been standing here for six hours, and my knees are beginning to fidget.”

But the moment Havana turned to leave, there was a loud thunk in the distance, and the plasma rings around the gateway began to oscillate, generating the equivalent of seventy-nine suns in energy. Doctor Headmaster clapped his hands together and rushed to his balcony, watching the sight with awe. Blue lights flooded the courtyard of the school, and suddenly there was a small mass of young men and women--and some inbetween--standing, sitting, and hovering on the grass. The chatter was immense! But Doctor Headmaster clapped his hands together and laughed, and everyone grew silent across the mass.

“Welcome to The Academy!”






Will McCoy | West’s Room

“Y’know, dude. I really think this is it. This is the year that everything changes.” Will threw a baseball into the air and let it fall into his gut, pushing out a plume of breath. West sped over him, lying in the floor, and stowed a pair of jeans in the closet.

“Change isn’t really that great when things are pretty freakin’ sweet already.” He put down a large object on his dresser and pulled the covering off of it, revealing a toucan in a cage.

“You brought Sam back!” Will hopped up, poking a finger into the bird’s cage. He flew away to his other stoop and settled his wings, giving Will a look. “He still hates me. Why does he hate me?”

West ran in and out of the room, the sound of a flushing toilet roaring down the hall. “Probably when you dated Rebecca Garris. Birds hate Rebecca Garris.”

“Remember the time the power cut out, and she ended up making out with you by accident?”

“Good times,” West murmured, and Toucan Sam squawked. Will tossed the baseball back into the air and let it spiral down into his palm. West tossed the last of his shoes into his closet and sat on his bed, letting out a long huff of air, along with a burp. “So why do you want things to change?”

Will laid still, thinking for a long moment before clicking his tongue against his teeth. “My granddad always told me that I needed to do only two things to make him proud. Two things. And, I mean, I’m sure he really didn’t mean it because, hell, parents are supposed to be proud because you try, so how much more can that be true for grandparents? But. He always said he wanted me to be the best person. Not the best person I could be, but the best person. And he wanted me to bring home the best girl. Not the best girl I could find, or that I could find that actually cares more about me than a toucan, but the best girl. Period. No loopholes or anything.”

He sighed and sat up, rolling onto his knees and then to his feet, arms crossed. “I dunno if I can do it, man.”

West shrugged, grabbing his bag and hopping to the floor beside Will. “You probably can’t. But hey, there are many worse places to look.”

Will flipped off the lights as they left the room. “Yeah. Like a tiki bar.”

“Or a construction site.”

“Um. Something about Canadian Milk Factory.”

West paused for a moment, thinking. “I knew a girl once who was often called a Canadian Milk Factory. Didn’t really get it until now.”

“Is it funny now?”

“I’m waiting on it.”

The two left the dorm hall and followed the stairs out to the courtyard. West, watching the sky for random planetary birds, suddenly asked, “Why did Stark want to see you, anyway?”

Will was programming his watch to keep track of the weird time system in the Acadesphere. “Not sure. He said something about high expectations and...” he trailed off, and West walked into his shoulder with an umph.

If that had been a cheesy romantic movie, this would be the moment when sax music played as the most beautiful girl Will had ever seen walked onto the lawn. She had a walk that would make Tyra Banks quit her job, eyes that could change tides, and a scowl that could kill a suitor-to-be if he got too close.

“Rachel Wayne,” West said, bored, “it’s this same deal with you ever year on the first day.” He threw out his hands to the left. “‘Oh, she’s the most beautiful,’” to the right, “‘Oh, she’s the most interesting,’” and to the center, ‘Oh, she’s the most deadly creature I’ve ever seen!’” West shook his head, grabbing his buddy by the shoulder. “Honestly, dude. You want change? Stop being such a girl for that girl.”

Will slowly nodded, watching her walk into the girls’ hall. Tiny, individual rain clouds poured out of vents on the sides of buildings and shuffled through the air to the dozens of flower bushes surrounding the lawn. A routine clap of thunder struck before the tiny clouds shook and released their rainwater into the plants. “I guess you’re right. I mean, there are plenty of worms in the ground.”

“Do you often use worms to describe girls?”

“Not often enough, I feel.”

“Don’t.”

They were soon in the Task Force center, home to Tony Stark and the universe’s most snooty supercomputer, Chives. They entered the heavily-air-conditioned room where Stark was standing, facing the massive computer screen with his arms folded behind him. As Will put his bag down, the lights cut off on the sides of the room, and Stark turned around on his heels, head tilted to the side. “McCoy.” He nodded. “West.” Again. “Will, if you’d be so kind as to swiftly answer several questions Chives has for you?”

“Uh,” Will looked at the massive screen and shrugged, “sure.”

“Very well,” said the screen, “we’ll make this prompt since you kept us waiting for so long.”

Will raised an eyebrow. “I’m here five minutes earl--”

“--a good leader should not make excuses, McCoy.”

Will slowly nodded, not sure if the computer could see him.

“The clock strikes midnight after the royal party, and you find a glass slipper in the entryway. What do you do?”

“Track the owner down and return it.”

“You’re at a party and discover that there are two charities requesting assistance. One for childhood obesity, the other for athletic programs in public schools. Which do you contribute to?”

“They’re both the same group wanting more money. I fund neither and buy a kid a bicycle on the way home.”

“You have time in the morning to make one piece of toast. Wheat or Rye bread?”

Will hesitated. “Uh, wheat.”

“Wrong,” said Stark, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Rye is the bread of champions.”

Will looked at Stark oddly. “What is this even about?”

“You’re our second choice to lead task force groups for this term. We just needed the final bits of your application.”

“Uh huh. Second choice.” Will looked at West, who gave him a shrug. “Then who’s your first?”

The sound of a boot tapping the floor rang through the room, and the highback chair at the end of the table swiveled around, Dramatic Dr. Claw style. “I am.”

It was Brianna Stark, tall, dark, and han--deadly. Will poked his chest out a bit and watched her rise from her seat, giving her daddy that perfect smile. It both made Will sick and turned him on. Just a little.

“McCoy, you and my daughter will be leading our two task forces this term, and I want you to get together and claim your victims out of our eligible pool. You are to consider team dynamics above all else. Keep in mind, you may have to assemble a real team one day,” he winked at Brianna, “so be serious about this. Since Brianna has experience leading a group already, McCoy, your team will be shipped out later this afternoon on Mission #1.” He reached down into a box on the table labeled YARD SALE and took out a plastic squeaky mallet, banging it down on the table. “DISMISSED!”

William West| Task Force Center

After the teams were picked Will met West in the Center.

West rushed to the door, an inch away from Will. “So, who are we working with?”

“You’re on Bri’s team.” West was speechless. “With Dougie, and Dove.”

“I am going to be in hell, what did I do to deserve this?” West sunk into a chair, his head in his hands.

Will’s expression sank. “Remember the time you made me grow blue fur?”

“That was hilarious.” West popped his head out. “I mean, I am so sorry. That was too mean, I crossed a line with---you lying sonuvabitch. At least try and hide your tell. Is it that hard to not scratch your chin?”

“You would be surprised.”

“Whatever Wolfenstein, who is on our team?”

Will scratched at his head. “Um, Wayne, Addy, Laila and some Junior kid.”

“You finally took a man’s move,” West patted him on the shoulder. “Now you just grow a pair and ask her on a real date.”

“So saving the world’s not a real date anymore?”

“Not unless it’s at a nice Italian place.” West kissed the air with his fingers.
“Maybe our first mission is in Ro--.”

On the word mission a pack fell from the ceiling, crashing into Will’s head. “What the hell.”

West grabbed a page. “The Ohio Invasion...our first mission is Aliens?”

Will took the page from him and stared at the headliner. “It’s a newspaper article. They gave us an actual newspaper article. You would think they would choose somewhere flashier, like New York.”

“A little cliched, don’t you think?” West picked up another paper. “Are you supposed to read all of this?”

“I guess so, I thought Stark was supposed to debrief us.”

“Want me to give you the cliffsnotes version of it?” West started gathering the notes.

“Coming from the guy who paid nerds to write book reports all through the Academy.”

“Not my fault, Catcher in the Rye is boring.” West shoved the papers at Will.

“Rye bread is for champions, my friend.” Will filmed through a stack of papers. “Champions.”

“Now I’m hungry.” West checked his watch. “I’ll leave you to your reading, I think I saw the cafeteria on my way in.”

“Don’t eat so fast. You’ll have a heart attack.” Will sat back and propped the newspaper on his knee like an old man.

“I’ll try my best, Mom,” West grabbed his bag and dashed out.