Elfen High 2 (Closed)

[Nationstatelandsville]

I think that Gaia's pretty cool. </greekmythology>

Name: Pierre Steinmann
Age (Actual): 20
Age (Appears): 21
Race: German/Arab
Appearance (Picture or good description):

(Image)

Powergrid/Powers:
INT: 2
STR: 3
SPD: 3
DUR: 7
MAG: 0
FIG: 3
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): His body parts, under enough force, can literally break off (like parts of a statue). They then need to be applied and held into a still position for several days while he repairs.
Personality: Pierre is nervous, shy, and has no idea how to act socially. He's generally a loner, suffers from mild depression, and is also slightly OCD. He's also very distrustful of people in general, and suspicious of everyone and everything. Also has a few mental disorders.
History:

A Short Interview With Mr. Aleister Crowley

"So, Pierre, I've heard a lot about you. Tell me about yourself."

"...what's there to tell? Look, I know I'm here because I'm different. What else do you need to know?"

"Plenty of things."

"Fine. I was born in Detroit, Michigan, to an Arabian mother and German father. My father left me when I was six. He went out one day and never came back. We never even heard of his death or anything. He just ran away."

"...and?"

"All right. You want my life story? Basically, fucking Detroit. I lived a fairly normal life until I was about 15. Me and my mother weren't exactly poor, but we didn't have a lot to go by. Her job as an accountant for General Motors was enough to support us. Of course, that shit didn't last long. When I was 15, the car companies started to fall apart. She got laid off. So, I started working a job as a sales clerk for a small shop downtown. And that's when I discovered that I was different."

"Tell me more."

"It was late. Almost midnight. The guys who worked the night shift never showed up. They were probably doing drugs or some shit. Of course, I had to work overtime to keep it open. We kept it open 24/7, which, really, was a terrible idea. Anyway, the manager called me and told to close down for the night. Unluckily, it was...well, midnight. And I was in the middle of downtown Detroit. I didn't want to leave the shop, but Mom was probably half worried to death. I tried to fake bravery and walk back. About half-way back to our apartment, several guys came out of an alley. Definitely a gang or some sort. One of them pulled a knife on me. They wanted cash. I didn't have anything on me, and tried to run. I was never much of a runner. They cornered me in an alley, and the leader stuck his knife in me. But..it broke. The knife just snapped in half. I don't know why the hell why. I hadn't been any different until then. I mean, I'd fallen from the second story as a kid and hadn't broken anything, but I scraped myself up regularly. Anyway, the leader of the group just flipped the fuck out and they started to kill me. And then...I laid them out. They just started dropping like flies. I hadn't even been in a fist-fight before. Of course, when I got back, I made up some story in my mind to myself about how his knife was broken, and how they were all pot-heads, which was why I defeated them. I felt like I had to rationalize it. In fact, I almost did."

"And?"

"Then, one day, two years later, I was hit by a car. I was walking back to our apartment at sunset, and all of a sudden, a car came out of nowhere and hit me. The driver was probably drunk. And it should have killed me. It hit me straight on. Guess what happened. I was fine. I was knocked back maybe 10 feet, wasn't hurt at all. I completely wrecked the front of his car. It was a twisted, smoking mess. And from then on, I realized I was different. That's when I had the worst idea of my life."

"Which was...look, kid, could you stop pausing?"

"Alright, s-sorry. I'll quit pausing and just tell you. I got involved in a local gang. Me and Mom were almost broke. The money was running out. I was desperate for other options, and so I joined up. We did pretty stupid stuff. Got high, vandalized some buildings, mugged a few people, but it was a good source of income. We got in a few fights, but I was taking advantage of my...ability...by then. We always won. I was shot in the head, and it bounced off. By then, I was starting to figure out some other things I could do. I'm a much faster runner than other people, and also quite a bit stronger. I could literally lift cars. Of course, I used it to my advantage. Then, one day, I came back from a break-in to some abandoned house, and Mom was dead. She died of a heart attack. I don't exactly remember what happened after that. I just remembered waking up in jail. Supposedly, I went on a rampage and literally destroyed a building. Of course, I broke out of the holding cell and ran. It was pretty simple. I just bent the bars in and ran. Spent the next year running. I was in Chicago when you found me, but you know that already. I think you saw me fight those cops. Took a few bullets to the chest in that fight, I think. Anyway, you know the rest. Anything else you want to know?"

"No. Not really. You're dismissed."

RP Sample: UNIT 2012, AWB.

Yes, I know I have 18 points on the power grid. I can take one off Speed and Durability if needed. Yes, the backstory kind of sucks, but I'm terrible with backstories.

What the hell is a 21-year-old doing at Elfen High?

[Constaniana]

I think that Gaia's pretty cool. </greekmythology>

Name: Pierre Steinmann
Age (Actual): 20
Age (Appears): 21
Race: German/Arab
Appearance (Picture or good description):

(Image)

Powergrid/Powers:
INT: 2
STR: 3
SPD: 3
DUR: 7
MAG: 0
FIG: 3
Weaknesses (Optional, but you could get more points if you do this): His body parts, under enough force, can literally break off (like parts of a statue). They then need to be applied and held into a still position for several days while he repairs.
Personality: Pierre is nervous, shy, and has no idea how to act socially. He's generally a loner, suffers from mild depression, and is also slightly OCD. He's also very distrustful of people in general, and suspicious of everyone and everything. Also has a few mental disorders.
History:

A Short Interview With Mr. Aleister Crowley

"So, Pierre, I've heard a lot about you. Tell me about yourself."

"...what's there to tell? Look, I know I'm here because I'm different. What else do you need to know?"

"Plenty of things."

"Fine. I was born in Detroit, Michigan, to an Arabian mother and German father. My father left me when I was six. He went out one day and never came back. We never even heard of his death or anything. He just ran away."

"...and?"

"All right. You want my life story? Basically, fucking Detroit. I lived a fairly normal life until I was about 15. Me and my mother weren't exactly poor, but we didn't have a lot to go by. Her job as an accountant for General Motors was enough to support us. Of course, that shit didn't last long. When I was 15, the car companies started to fall apart. She got laid off. So, I started working a job as a sales clerk for a small shop downtown. And that's when I discovered that I was different."

"Tell me more."

"It was late. Almost midnight. The guys who worked the night shift never showed up. They were probably doing drugs or some shit. Of course, I had to work overtime to keep it open. We kept it open 24/7, which, really, was a terrible idea. Anyway, the manager called me and told to close down for the night. Unluckily, it was...well, midnight. And I was in the middle of downtown Detroit. I didn't want to leave the shop, but Mom was probably half worried to death. I tried to fake bravery and walk back. About half-way back to our apartment, several guys came out of an alley. Definitely a gang or some sort. One of them pulled a knife on me. They wanted cash. I didn't have anything on me, and tried to run. I was never much of a runner. They cornered me in an alley, and the leader stuck his knife in me. But..it broke. The knife just snapped in half. I don't know why the hell why. I hadn't been any different until then. I mean, I'd fallen from the second story as a kid and hadn't broken anything, but I scraped myself up regularly. Anyway, the leader of the group just flipped the fuck out and they started to kill me. And then...I laid them out. They just started dropping like flies. I hadn't even been in a fist-fight before. Of course, when I got back, I made up some story in my mind to myself about how his knife was broken, and how they were all pot-heads, which was why I defeated them. I felt like I had to rationalize it. In fact, I almost did."

"And?"

"Then, one day, two years later, I was hit by a car. I was walking back to our apartment at sunset, and all of a sudden, a car came out of nowhere and hit me. The driver was probably drunk. And it should have killed me. It hit me straight on. Guess what happened. I was fine. I was knocked back maybe 10 feet, wasn't hurt at all. I completely wrecked the front of his car. It was a twisted, smoking mess. And from then on, I realized I was different. That's when I had the worst idea of my life."

"Which was...look, kid, could you stop pausing?"

"Alright, s-sorry. I'll quit pausing and just tell you. I got involved in a local gang. Me and Mom were almost broke. The money was running out. I was desperate for other options, and so I joined up. We did pretty stupid stuff. Got high, vandalized some buildings, mugged a few people, but it was a good source of income. We got in a few fights, but I was taking advantage of my...ability...by then. We always won. I was shot in the head, and it bounced off. By then, I was starting to figure out some other things I could do. I'm a much faster runner than other people, and also quite a bit stronger. I could literally lift cars. Of course, I used it to my advantage. Then, one day, I came back from a break-in to some abandoned house, and Mom was dead. She died of a heart attack. I don't exactly remember what happened after that. I just remembered waking up in jail. Supposedly, I went on a rampage and literally destroyed a building. Of course, I broke out of the holding cell and ran. It was pretty simple. I just bent the bars in and ran. Spent the next year running. I was in Chicago when you found me, but you know that already. I think you saw me fight those cops. Took a few bullets to the chest in that fight, I think. Anyway, you know the rest. Anything else you want to know?"

"No. Not really. You're dismissed."

RP Sample: UNIT 2012, AWB.

Yes, I know I have 18 points on the power grid. I can take one off Speed and Durability if needed. Yes, the backstory kind of sucks, but I'm terrible with backstories.

What the hell is a 21-year-old doing at Elfen High?

He's climbing in yo' windows, and snatching yo' people up....

[Amon and Friends]

Fixed.

I have no idea why I put that age in, but it's 3 in the morning, so that might explain why.

[Constaniana]

Fixed.

I have no idea why I put that age in, but it's 3 in the morning, so that might explain why.

It's ok Noatokk, we forgive you

[The Inritus Extraho]

If the title is right and this is still open, I guess I'll make an app in a bit?

[Erinkita]

Name: Shissk
Age (Actual): 15
Age (Appears): 15
Race: Mermaid
Appearance: On land, Shissk is generally shaped like a skinny teenage girl, although she stands only 5 feet tall and her arms and legs are proportionately longer than normal. It's clear at a glance, however, that she isn't human. She is completely hairless, with blue-grey skin that feels rubbery to the touch. She has a flat face with a bump and two slits for a nose, no external ears, and grey eyes. Her mouth is lipless and her teeth are needle sharp. When submerged, her mammalian characteristics begin to disappear. Her body becomes more streamlined. Gills appear on her chest. Her arms and legs extend into fins, with additional fins sprouting from her forearms, thighs, and spine. Her legs become much more flexible, allowing her to swim with a "fishtail" motion. At extreme depths, her eyes expand into inky black globes to compensate for the poor light, her face lengthens into a shark-like snout, and her neck fuses with her shoulders.
Powergrid/Powers:
INT: 2
STR: 4
SPD: 5
DUR: 4
FS: 2
Magic: Level 6 sonic mind control (siren song), level 2 paralysing venom (delivered via bite)
Weaknesses: Slow loss of strength when dehydrated, potentially fatal in extreme conditions
Personality: Shissk is a woman of few words, solitary by choice, fiercely independent, and suspicious of unfarmiliar people. She is capable of forming attachments to specific people, but it happens with difficulty. She can often be ferociously protective of these people. However, despite her stand-offish personality and defensive ire, she isn't normally hostile. She perfers to back away from a confrontation, and if forced into one, she will rely on her siren song rather than actually fight. She isn't unintelligent, but she doesn't see the point of academics, leading her to resent the expectations placed on her in Elfen High's scholastic environment. Her intelligence is an animal cunning and her behaviour and mannerisms reflect that. She won't say in words what could just as easily be said with a look, gesture, or hissing sound.
History: Very little. Shissk was transferred to Elfen High from a privately funded marine research centre. The administrator, a Mr. Franks, claimed to have found her half alive tangled in a shark net. What the nature of her injuries was and what she was doing in such shallow water, he neglected to say. Shissk herself is either unable or unwilling to elucidate her own history. Elfen High was easily able to provide suitable accommodations and she is happy to stay there despite her annoyance at having to attend classes. Her reasons for not wishing to return to the ocean are, like everything, undisclosed.
RP Sample: Coming soon

[Shadyrya]

Are there no straight females? *Insert no button here*

[Esternial]

Are there no straight females? *Insert no button here*

It's a Nightkill RP.

[Olthar]

Are there no straight females? *Insert no button here*

Well, there's only two females, anyways, and honestly, that's better than what I've seen in many other RPs.

[The Nuclear Fist]

I just need to edit in Nyarlathotep's personality, appearance, and history and I'll have finished the application. I've made her a powerful sorcerer.

Unfortunately, I cannot find any good pictures of what I'd imagine a female Nyarlathotep would look like, so I am just going to have to be very descriptive.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Erin's approved because she's adorable and awesome, Ende's approved once he explains why a 21 year old is at EH. Molesting the students is Crowley and Nora's job.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Are there no straight females? *Insert no button here*

It's a Nightkill RP.

That sums up basically anything that might ever occur here.

[Shadyrya]

Fixed.

I have no idea why I put that age in, but it's 3 in the morning, so that might explain why.

BTW, I like the way your history is presented. The whole interview thing is cool.

Crowley will never molest me! Furry, quite literally, and proud!

[Esternial]

Are there no straight females? *Insert no button here*

Well, there's only two females, anyways., and honestly, that's better than what I've seen in many other RPs.

I might try and chose to RP as a female, but it always brings out the worst of me.

Crowley will never molest me! Furry, quite literally, and proud!

Oh please, you haven't experienced the first Elfen High, you'll be in for a surprise.

[The Nuclear Fist]

I might try and chose to RP as a female, but it always brings out the worst of me.

I am going to RP as a female, there is no more worse to be brought out in me.

For the record, Night, am I accepted?

[Olthar]

Nationstatelandsville - Lewis F. Jameson [Teacher]
Shadyrya - Alexandre Kruskeyov [Student]
Malshan - Namekus Ulveaktig [Student]
Constaniana - Edward Craig Belemew [Student]
Astrolinium - Eric Manischewitz [Student]
Metanih - Jamie Darril (Rayne Dainse) [Student]
Olthar - Sarina (Sari-chan) [Student]
Ameriganastan - "The Great and Mighty" Lazrian [Student]
Hardened Pyrokinetics - James Callahan [Student]
Vareiln - Fel [Student]
Nude East Ireland - Damien P. Seward [Student]
Amon and Friends - Pierre Steinmann [Student]
Erinkita - Shissk [Student]

Updated.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I might try and chose to RP as a female, but it always brings out the worst of me.

I am going to RP as a female, there is no more worse to be brought out in me.

For the record, Night, am I accepted?

As soon as personality and history are done.

[Esternial]

I updated my app too, by the way

[Shadyrya]

I am going to RP as a female, there is no more worse to be brought out in me.

For the record, Night, am I accepted?

As soon as personality and history are done.

Joan...Jett. *shudders*

So, what do you mean experienced the first? I understand that it was epicness, but how so? Explain to me why I am excited.

[The Nuclear Fist]

Joan...Jett. *shudders*

It appears you and I are going to have a problem, mate.

[Hardened Pyrokinetics]

Nora

Please no.

[Olthar]

As soon as personality and history are done.

Joan...Jett. *shudders*

So, what do you mean experienced the first? I understand that it was epicness, but how so? Explain to me why I am excited.

Elfen High is something that cannot be taught, but only learned. It cannot be explained, but only experienced. It is something beyond mortal comprehension, and yet filled with it. Elfen High is Elfen High.

[Shadyrya]

Joan...Jett. *shudders*

It appears you and I are going to have a problem, mate.

Nora?

I missed so much. I just should have been here two years ago.

[Shadyrya]

Joan...Jett. *shudders*

So, what do you mean experienced the first? I understand that it was epicness, but how so? Explain to me why I am excited.

Elfen High is something that cannot be taught, but only learned. It cannot be explained, but only experienced. It is something beyond mortal comprehension, and yet filled with it. Elfen High is Elfen High.

Uh...sure?

[The Nuclear Fist]

Finished my application. It was very difficult not to make an application for the Ork god Gork, though.