Astonishing Next Generation (OOC/Superhero)

[Ard al Islam]

No IC yet?

You haven't even started on an app yet, so honestly you have no right to complain about the IC not being up yet. Either way, I'm aiming for Monday.

Don't mistake an honest question for a complaint. I'm not aiming to bitch, I'm aiming to know. These are the things people should know when making an app.

[Ard al Islam]

Can I do the brothers in one app, or do you want them separate?

That raises a question; we can have multiple characters?

[Talchyon]

OP - I would like your comments on this character before I proceed further. WIP

(HAYDEN, E.B.)

Erica Hayden:
+++Age: 16
+++Gender: Female
+++Physical appearance: A 6'0, 160 lb. girl who looks like a cross between a human and a grasshopper. Has insect legs that stretch to about 10' tall.
+++Identifying Marks: It's pretty clear you'll be able to identify her. Erica will never be able to slip away in a crowd.

+++Ethnicity: Due to Erica's mutation, she doesn't quite have an "ethnicity." She was born to caucasian parents, but didn't really get much of a sense of ethnic history from them.
+++Religion: None.
+++Birthplace: St. Louis, MO
+++Criminal History: None
+++Military History: None

+++Abilities:

• Insect Physiology
• Flight
• Exoskeleton
• Pincers (Erica would also have hands and could hold or handle things. The pincers would be on some of the other limbs.)

+++Skills: (As in learned abilities, playing piano, a karate black belt, killing a man with a skein of yarn, that sort of thing)
+++Code Name: (Optional)

+++Psychological analysis: (Personality)
+++Occupation: (Besides student)
+++Biography:
+++RP Sample: (If I know you, then you know that I know you. Feel free to insult me, if you have known me for a while)
#ItWillBeDone (DO NOT REMOVE)

[Lancearc]

(Abboud, B.A.)

+++Name: Baqir Ayman Abboud
+++Age: 17
+++Gender: Male
+++Physical appearance: Dark brown eyes accented by almond skin and typically unkempt hair that hangs an inch or so past his ears. Baqir stands 180 cm (5'11-6 ft) and weighs 81 kilos (about 180 lb). Sharp and attentive despite the odd fog concealing them, it is easy to mistake when Baqir can actually see you and when he is simply scanning darkness. He is often visibly energetic, walking with a characteristic bounce to his step.
+++Identifying Marks: Baqir's eyes are strangely milky, as if having suffered great damage. This fogginess clears when he chooses to "activate" his eyesight, however.

+++Ethnicity: Bedouin-Jordanian
+++Religion: Practicing Muslim, though this is primarily performative.
+++Birthplace: Amman, Jordan
+++Criminal History: Minor counts of larceny, though never formally prosecuted.
+++Military History: N/A

+++Abilities: Baqir is able to alternate between a pair of opposing abilities -- he can forgo his sight in favor of increasing his hearing and movement speed to superhuman levels, or he can sacrifice his hearing to greatly bolster his physical strength and endurance. However, he can never have both of these states inactive, although he is unsure if this is because he's unable to do so or simply doesn't yet know how. His powers take a toll on his ability to use these senses at all. His eyesight is expected to go completely well before his fortieth birthday, with his hearing following closely behind sometime between then and his early fifties.
+++Skills: Baqir has learned to navigate adeptly without the use of his eyesight, and spends much of his time in a state of blindness and superhuman hearing. As he primarily spends time in this state, he has focused on honing his skill set absent any abhuman strength through a currently base-level understanding of the Egyptian stick-fighting martial art, Tahtib. He typically tries to take recreational advantage of his abilities on the football field, but if playing against non-abhumans he does limit himself.
+++Code Name: (Optional)

+++Psychological analysis: Still deeply troubled by his early upbringing, Baqir does his best to overcome issues he very well understands he has. While he does his best to meet and befriend his peers, one of his deepest fears still appears to be overly-friendly strangers. Baqir would prefer to be a recluse, and values his free time highly, but often forces himself to mingle in order to work towards a personal goal of overcoming his tendency to seclude himself. Despite this, he values his relationships highly and is genuinely caring, though his particular "flavor" of caring can sometimes not be communicated particularly well. He is somewhat rash, and often rushes into situations it would do him well to more carefully consider, perhaps indicative of his characteristic energy.

Baqir has struggles beyond what he commonly displays, though. He has remarked that he can sometimes hear "spirits" when he lies in silence without the use of his hearing, and the phenomenon -- undoubtedly a manifestation of trauma -- terrifies him. When he favors sound over sight, he has also reported visual manifestations of what he claims to be the same "spirits." Baqir often has difficulties sleeping with some kind of stimulation to keep his mind occupied. This is also why he tends to listen to music or chew gum compulsively, to fill silence in the classroom and elsewhere.
+++Occupation: Baqir works a job at a local cinema, where he spends most of his time listening in on the various films using his enhanced hearing to stave off workplace boredom, though he does sometimes spoil them for himself this way.
+++Biography: Baqir was born in Amman, Jordan, to parents of average means. His father owned a small-scale restaurant, where he and Baqir's mother essentially worked as the two sole cooks and waiters. Baqir helped where he could, but he never seemed to inherit his parents' culinary mastery. Both of Baqir's parents were abhumans themselves, but imams and scholars across the Muslim world are still greatly divided, as Baqir was certain was the case for many people of faith across the world. A devout couple, his parents fell into the camp of thinkers who considered the use of abhuman abilities to be a grave sin -- a demonstration of pride, wrath, and defiance of what many considered Allah's natural order. The fact that Baqir could never not be using his own abilities often made him uncomfortable, but his parents never seemed to mind.

In a region with some states still struggling to stabilize in the wake of colonial history, the emergence of abhumans did no favors. While many were dedicated to using what abilities they'd been granted for good (and this was the stance Baqir himself took, never quite understanding why faith and power could not coexist with one serving to fortify the other), radical groups began to rally around the idea of purging abhumans as a holy mission, with some groups ironically led by abhumans themselves. While this conflict was never quite enough to completely destabilize Baqir's home city, or even Jordan itself, his life was changed by it.

While on a weekend trip to the Dead Sea, Baqir -- then 10 years old -- and his family were forced to halt their vehicle by a group of radicals who Baqir still has not identified, though they could have been thugs belonging to any terror cell across the region. They were kidnapped almost without a word after being forced from their own vehicle by armed goons, and taken to a remote desert hideaway, perhaps well beyond the borders of Jordan, as Baqir had lost track of time in his wild fear. The men's motives soon became clear. They had somehow learned of the family's abhuman abilities, and had kidnapped them to force them into the service of a group of radical abhuman fighters who sought to control the still greatly-devastated Syria.

Baqir struggles to recall the specifics of his captivity. Beatings, whispered prayers, and regular pleads to his parents to simply agree to use their powers to benefit the madmen's cause are among the most prominent recollections he has from the period, which could have been as long as two months. Malnutrition, the smell of feces, and an eventual brawl with his mother and father are others.

His parents remained steadfast in their faith refusing to use their powers either to assist their kidnappers or facilitate their own escape. One day, Baqir's mind simply snapped. He could no longer stand the idea of keeping himself restrained when he understood he had at least a chance of freeing himself. An intense argument with his father, a swift strike to the ribs, and then absolute chaos after he threw himself at one of their captors in a quite literally blind fury of blows.

Baqir is uncertain how exactly he came to escape, but his next conscious recollection is of himself lying in a sandy canyon with a sizable gash on the back of his head. It may have been that his escape ultimately failed and his captors simply left him for dead, instead opting to focus their efforts on his parents. Perhaps they thought he was dead already.

Baqir is still unsure if his parents were executed, or are fighting as captive soldiers for some insane cause. He became a refugee, using his abilities as best he knew how to get himself back to civilization, where he kept a low profile and didn't use his abilities for an extended period. It was then that Baqir essentially renounced his faith. Though the familiarity of prayer and mosque ritual are somewhat comforting to him, it is a comfort derived from pleasant memories rather than belief or trust in a higher being.

Baqir, with little direction in life, eventually styled himself a refugee, travelling through Turkey, Greece, and a great portion of Central Europe without much direction. Sometimes he would work for food and shelter when people would allow it, other times he would simply use his abilities to sneak meals. Baqir's fortunes took their fortunate turn when he was the benefactor of one of the numerous clandestine philanthropies carried out by Loyola's mysterious founder, which helped connect him with something of an "orphanage" for abhumans like himself in Normandy. The home offered the continuation of his education Baqir never truly sought, but when presented with the opportunity he demonstrated outstanding devotion to both theoretical and practical studies. His performance eventually sent him across the Atlantic, to Washington, D.C.
+++RP Sample: I'm unsure if you have any recollection of this salty old lad but if not I'll go digging through the boneyard to find something of value
#ItWillBeDone (DO NOT REMOVE)

[Of the Quendi]

Either way, I'm aiming for Monday.

Wonderful. Looking forward to it.

[Ard al Islam]

I have an application ready and on standby.

[Talchyon]

Right now, OP, I'm going to have to withdraw from participating. Things may be getting incredibly busy for me.

[Rupudska]

(Abboud, B.A.)

(Image)

+++Name: Baqir Ayman Abboud
+++Age: 17
+++Gender: Male
+++Physical appearance: Dark brown eyes accented by almond skin and typically unkempt hair that hangs an inch or so past his ears. Baqir stands 180 cm (5'11-6 ft) and weighs 81 kilos (about 180 lb). Sharp and attentive despite the odd fog concealing them, it is easy to mistake when Baqir can actually see you and when he is simply scanning darkness. He is often visibly energetic, walking with a characteristic bounce to his step.
+++Identifying Marks: Baqir's eyes are strangely milky, as if having suffered great damage. This fogginess clears when he chooses to "activate" his eyesight, however.

+++Ethnicity: Bedouin-Jordanian
+++Religion: Practicing Muslim, though this is primarily performative.
+++Birthplace: Amman, Jordan
+++Criminal History: Minor counts of larceny, though never formally prosecuted.
+++Military History: N/A

+++Abilities: Baqir is able to alternate between a pair of opposing abilities -- he can forgo his sight in favor of increasing his hearing and movement speed to superhuman levels, or he can sacrifice his hearing to greatly bolster his physical strength and endurance. However, he can never have both of these states inactive, although he is unsure if this is because he's unable to do so or simply doesn't yet know how. His powers take a toll on his ability to use these senses at all. His eyesight is expected to go completely well before his fortieth birthday, with his hearing following closely behind sometime between then and his early fifties.
+++Skills: Baqir has learned to navigate adeptly without the use of his eyesight, and spends much of his time in a state of blindness and superhuman hearing. As he primarily spends time in this state, he has focused on honing his skill set absent any abhuman strength through a currently base-level understanding of the Egyptian stick-fighting martial art, Tahtib. He typically tries to take recreational advantage of his abilities on the football field, but if playing against non-abhumans he does limit himself.
+++Code Name: (Optional)

+++Psychological analysis: Still deeply troubled by his early upbringing, Baqir does his best to overcome issues he very well understands he has. While he does his best to meet and befriend his peers, one of his deepest fears still appears to be overly-friendly strangers. Baqir would prefer to be a recluse, and values his free time highly, but often forces himself to mingle in order to work towards a personal goal of overcoming his tendency to seclude himself. Despite this, he values his relationships highly and is genuinely caring, though his particular "flavor" of caring can sometimes not be communicated particularly well. He is somewhat rash, and often rushes into situations it would do him well to more carefully consider, perhaps indicative of his characteristic energy.

Baqir has struggles beyond what he commonly displays, though. He has remarked that he can sometimes hear "spirits" when he lies in silence without the use of his hearing, and the phenomenon -- undoubtedly a manifestation of trauma -- terrifies him. When he favors sound over sight, he has also reported visual manifestations of what he claims to be the same "spirits." Baqir often has difficulties sleeping with some kind of stimulation to keep his mind occupied. This is also why he tends to listen to music or chew gum compulsively, to fill silence in the classroom and elsewhere.
+++Occupation: Baqir works a job at a local cinema, where he spends most of his time listening in on the various films using his enhanced hearing to stave off workplace boredom, though he does sometimes spoil them for himself this way.
+++Biography: Baqir was born in Amman, Jordan, to parents of average means. His father owned a small-scale restaurant, where he and Baqir's mother essentially worked as the two sole cooks and waiters. Baqir helped where he could, but he never seemed to inherit his parents' culinary mastery. Both of Baqir's parents were abhumans themselves, but imams and scholars across the Muslim world are still greatly divided, as Baqir was certain was the case for many people of faith across the world. A devout couple, his parents fell into the camp of thinkers who considered the use of abhuman abilities to be a grave sin -- a demonstration of pride, wrath, and defiance of what many considered Allah's natural order. The fact that Baqir could never not be using his own abilities often made him uncomfortable, but his parents never seemed to mind.

In a region with some states still struggling to stabilize in the wake of colonial history, the emergence of abhumans did no favors. While many were dedicated to using what abilities they'd been granted for good (and this was the stance Baqir himself took, never quite understanding why faith and power could not coexist with one serving to fortify the other), radical groups began to rally around the idea of purging abhumans as a holy mission, with some groups ironically led by abhumans themselves. While this conflict was never quite enough to completely destabilize Baqir's home city, or even Jordan itself, his life was changed by it.

While on a weekend trip to the Dead Sea, Baqir -- then 10 years old -- and his family were forced to halt their vehicle by a group of radicals who Baqir still has not identified, though they could have been thugs belonging to any terror cell across the region. They were kidnapped almost without a word after being forced from their own vehicle by armed goons, and taken to a remote desert hideaway, perhaps well beyond the borders of Jordan, as Baqir had lost track of time in his wild fear. The men's motives soon became clear. They had somehow learned of the family's abhuman abilities, and had kidnapped them to force them into the service of a group of radical abhuman fighters who sought to control the still greatly-devastated Syria.

Baqir struggles to recall the specifics of his captivity. Beatings, whispered prayers, and regular pleads to his parents to simply agree to use their powers to benefit the madmen's cause are among the most prominent recollections he has from the period, which could have been as long as two months. Malnutrition, the smell of feces, and an eventual brawl with his mother and father are others.

His parents remained steadfast in their faith refusing to use their powers either to assist their kidnappers or facilitate their own escape. One day, Baqir's mind simply snapped. He could no longer stand the idea of keeping himself restrained when he understood he had at least a chance of freeing himself. An intense argument with his father, a swift strike to the ribs, and then absolute chaos after he threw himself at one of their captors in a quite literally blind fury of blows.

Baqir is uncertain how exactly he came to escape, but his next conscious recollection is of himself lying in a sandy canyon with a sizable gash on the back of his head. It may have been that his escape ultimately failed and his captors simply left him for dead, instead opting to focus their efforts on his parents. Perhaps they thought he was dead already.

Baqir is still unsure if his parents were executed, or are fighting as captive soldiers for some insane cause. He became a refugee, using his abilities as best he knew how to get himself back to civilization, where he kept a low profile and didn't use his abilities for an extended period. It was then that Baqir essentially renounced his faith. Though the familiarity of prayer and mosque ritual are somewhat comforting to him, it is a comfort derived from pleasant memories rather than belief or trust in a higher being.

Baqir, with little direction in life, eventually styled himself a refugee, travelling through Turkey, Greece, and a great portion of Central Europe without much direction. Sometimes he would work for food and shelter when people would allow it, other times he would simply use his abilities to sneak meals. Baqir's fortunes took their fortunate turn when he was the benefactor of one of the numerous clandestine philanthropies carried out by Loyola's mysterious founder, which helped connect him with something of an "orphanage" for abhumans like himself in Normandy. The home offered the continuation of his education Baqir never truly sought, but when presented with the opportunity he demonstrated outstanding devotion to both theoretical and practical studies. His performance eventually sent him across the Atlantic, to Washington, D.C.
+++RP Sample: I'm unsure if you have any recollection of this salty old lad but if not I'll go digging through the boneyard to find something of value
#ItWillBeDone (DO NOT REMOVE)

Accepted.

Wanted to finish up my own bio before getting the IC up, but I've been busy the past several days (parents decided to surprise me by remodeling my room), so it'll have to wait until after.

[Greater vakolicci haven]

Can I do the brothers in one app, or do you want them separate?

Think this question got missed.

[Rupudska]

Can I do the brothers in one app, or do you want them separate?

Think this question got missed.

Unless they're one mind, two bodies, separate apps.

[Rupudska]

IC will instead be up tomorrow. Those who know me probably expected that.

[Lancearc]

IC will instead be up tomorrow. Those who know me probably expected that.

It is truly the grimmest timeline.

[Somerania]

(SURNAME, INITIALS)

kind of like this https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/imag ... a&usqp=CAU

+++Name: Yuri lazarevic
+++Age: 16
+++Gender: male
+++Physical appearance: as I said in the picture my character is gonna look kinda similar to that so let's get started: 182 centimeters tall, white hair, yellow eyes, he wears black track pants and hoodie and fingerless gloves
+++Identifying Marks: his most eye-catching feature is his white hair

+++Ethnicity: I know this seems overpowered but my character is a slav
+++Religion: atheist
+++Birthplace: murmansk, Russia
+++Criminal History: he used to be a petty thief but has never been caught
+++Military History: none

+++Abilities: Electrokinesis Yuri can control electricity in various ways such as electrical aura, electric discharge, electrical transportation, lightning bolt projection, supercharge, electricity defense, lightning ball form and electronic disruption,
+++Skills: parkour, pickpocketing, mixed martial arts and he can do some pretty good cooking
+++Code Name: idk but the academy can call me taranis (Celtic thunder god)

+++Psychological analysis: Yuri is very loud, flashy, nonchalant but can be ruthless to murderers
+++Occupation: waiter in McDonald's
+++Biography: born in murmansk, in December 7th 2018 to middle class parents, his father was a chef in a local restaurant and his mother was a school teacher, Yuri also had an older sister named Svetlana, in 2024 it was discovered that Yuri had Electrokinesis powers and many in Russia were not kind to superpowered people at that time so Yuri's parents left Russia for new York where his parents would get an apartment with a decent rent and took the same Jobs as they had in Russia, even though they were far away from home they were still very Russian, even though his parents forbade him from using his power Yuri always trained when he was alone and in 2033 when Yuri was 15 his sister who was 18 at the time ran away from home due to intense fighting from his alcoholic father and they soon divorced, Yuri's mom worked hard to pay for Yuri's tuition and Yuri even took to petty thieving to support his family and soon he wanted to enroll in the Loyola academy with a lot of persuading his mother finally said yes, he felt like a new chapter of his life was starting
+++RP Sample: my average RP post (I can do a little bit better if I spend more time on a post on btw this is from an avatar role-play) viewtopic.phpf=31&t=486859&p=37249653#p37249653 and this is if I out a bit more work into my post viewtopic.php?f=31&t=486859&p=37279533#p37279533
#ItWillBeDone (DO NOT REMOVE)

[American Pere Housh]

(JOHNSON, A.J)

+++Name: Lieutenant Abigail Hitomi "Abby" Johnson
+++Age: 26
+++Gender: Female
+++Physical appearance: Shoulder length midnight black hair, ice blue eyes, athletic build, 5'8", 120 Ibs
+++Identifying Marks: The Shinto goddess Tsukuyomi on her entire back, the Grim Reaper on her upper right arm

+++Ethnicity: Half Caucasian, Half Asian(Japanese)
+++Religion: Shintoism
+++Birthplace: Seattle, Washington
+++Criminal History: None
+++Military History: Entered the Naval Academy at age 18, where she spent the next 4 years majoring in both electrical and mechanical engineering. She graduated as a Lieutenant j.g and at the top of her class.

+++Abilities: Weather manipulation
+++Skills: Tae kwon do black belt, can play any type of guitar like a pro
+++Code Name: Bolt

+++Psychological analysis: Cold and calculated to people she doesn't know, friendly and loves to joke around with her family and friends
+++Occupation: Lieutenant in the U.S Navy
+++Biography: Born to a Caucasian father and a Japanese-American mother, Abby lived the life of your typical american child until she was 7. At that time, her powers started to manifest themselves with her being able control the weather. She kept her powers hidden from her parents as she feared they would hate her because of them. Her friends didn't care that she had superpowers and found it to be cool. At 18 she graduated from her high school at the top of her class and decided to join the Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. She graduated at the top of her class and was given the rank of Lieutenant J.G. She made the decision that she wanted to be pilot and became one flying the F/A-18 Super Hornet on the aircraft carrier the USS John C. Stennis where she has been flying off of for the past 4 years. She is currently in Norfolk, Virginia as her carrier is going though its refueling of its reactors and getting new turbines.
+++RP Sample: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=37077950#p37077950
#ItWillBeDone (DO NOT REMOVE)

DENIED. First, while the US Navy would (due to congressional amendment to the Constitution) have no real choice but to allow mutants to join, there's no way for her to be both a lieutenant in the US Navy flying Hornets off a carrier and a student at a mutants-only school in DC. Second, your RP sample is not up to the standard I want - not only is the post quality not up to standard (more on that later), you link to the thread itself instead of your first post in the thread, which I wouldn't care about if your first post in it wasn't five pages in. Third, your grammar, sentence quality, and syntax are not up to the standard I want, though at least your spelling is. Fourth, you didn't use the app layout properly (compare my quote to yours), but that's a minor thing in comparison to the other issues I have with your app.

Are you seriously kidding me? You dismissed my entire app because my grammar and post quality wasn't up to your high standards and because she was in the Navy. I can RP just fine think you very much and if you don't want me here because you think I'm a shitty rper then I will go elsewhere.

[Somerania]

DENIED. First, while the US Navy would (due to congressional amendment to the Constitution) have no real choice but to allow mutants to join, there's no way for her to be both a lieutenant in the US Navy flying Hornets off a carrier and a student at a mutants-only school in DC. Second, your RP sample is not up to the standard I want - not only is the post quality not up to standard (more on that later), you link to the thread itself instead of your first post in the thread, which I wouldn't care about if your first post in it wasn't five pages in. Third, your grammar, sentence quality, and syntax are not up to the standard I want, though at least your spelling is. Fourth, you didn't use the app layout properly (compare my quote to yours), but that's a minor thing in comparison to the other issues I have with your app.

Are you seriously kidding me? You dismissed my entire app because my grammar and post quality wasn't up to your high standards and because she was in the Navy. I can RP just fine think you very much and if you don't want me here because you think I'm a shitty rper then I will go elsewhere.

viewtopic.php?f=31&t=483547

[Of the Quendi]

Are you seriously kidding me? You dismissed my entire app because my grammar and post quality wasn't up to your high standards and because she was in the Navy. I can RP just fine think you very much and if you don't want me here because you think I'm a shitty rper then I will go elsewhere.

There is no reason to get abusive with the OP. If you are going to take a perfectly reasonable criticism of your application and the suitability of your character this personally, its probably best you do go elsewhere.

[Rupudska]

Are you seriously kidding me? You dismissed my entire app because my grammar and post quality wasn't up to your high standards and because she was in the Navy. I can RP just fine think you very much and if you don't want me here because you think I'm a shitty rper then I will go elsewhere.

I see! In that case, I change my verdict to DENIED DO NOT RESUBMIT, and bid you good luck finding an RP to join elsewhere.

[Somerania]

Are you seriously kidding me? You dismissed my entire app because my grammar and post quality wasn't up to your high standards and because she was in the Navy. I can RP just fine think you very much and if you don't want me here because you think I'm a shitty rper then I will go elsewhere.

I see! In that case, I change my verdict to DENIED DO NOT RESUBMIT, and bid you good luck finding an RP to join elsewhere.

No one likes to be insulted tho

[Ard al Islam]

Are you seriously kidding me? You dismissed my entire app because my grammar and post quality wasn't up to your high standards and because she was in the Navy. I can RP just fine think you very much and if you don't want me here because you think I'm a shitty rper then I will go elsewhere.

I see! In that case, I change my verdict to DENIED DO NOT RESUBMIT, and bid you good luck finding an RP to join elsewhere.

I'm noping out of here also. This is the equivalent of working with a bad director on a movie. I've thought about it, and sorry OP, you're not very good to work with. While this film seems awesome, my integrity matters more to me and I'd rather not work with you. It's a shame I can't be as awesome as Clint Eastwood and fire the director then become him myself, but I should have a clear line and take action when it's crossed.
A man's got to know his limitations.
-Sincerely, Ahmad Shah Khan

[Somerania]

I see! In that case, I change my verdict to DENIED DO NOT RESUBMIT, and bid you good luck finding an RP to join elsewhere.

I'm noping out of here also. This is the equivalent of working with a bad director on a movie. I've thought about it, and sorry OP, you're not very good to work with. While this film seems awesome, my integrity matters more to me and I'd rather not work with you. It's a shame I can't be as awesome as Clint Eastwood and fire the director then become him myself, but I should have a clear line and take action when it's crossed. Feel free to vent.

Time to migrate to gods among us

[Rupudska]

DOTANI, D

(Image)

+++Name: “My legal name is Dominic, but most folks call me “Dom”.”
+++Age: “Seventeen years young.”
+++Gender: “...As you could probably guess from the aftershave, male.”
+++Physical appearance: “I weigh ‘bout…buck thirty-five and I’m five feet eight.”
+++Identifying Marks: “Minus a set of tonsils, I’m...not terribly marked up.”

+++Ethnicity: “Pretty pasty, if you couldn’t tell. Mostly Irish and a motley mix of Western European. ...Yes, I’m aware that Dotani’s a Japanese surname-yes I’m adopted.”
+++Religion: “Practicin’ Catholic, born into it and proud of it.”
+++Birthplace: “I was adopted from Golden Valley when I was ‘bout...sixteen months? Fifteen months old? Prior Lake’s my hometown, both are in Minnesota.”
+++Criminal History: “How much trouble do you think a Middle or Elementary school kid could get into?” (N/A)
+++Military History: “...Not quite sure what branch would accept me with all the crap goin’ through my head…though maybe a good thing for college...” (N/A)

+++Abilities:
The List:
Self Sleep inducement
Minor Adoptive Muscle Memory
Fatigue Manipulation
Self-Manipulative Puppetry (Based off a combination of the first three powers)
Muscle Manipulation (self) in the form of Puppetry
Nerve Manipulation
Burgoing Photographic Deduction Skills
Enhanced Condition (for senses, intellect, and general toughness)
Much of his powers have yet to fully reveal and finalize themselves, and young Dominic shows promise for development over his tenure at the Academy. Overall, his abilities can be summarized in the self-hypnosis and (ironically termed) “awakening” of his mental and physical capabilities...at the cost of some narcolepsy and self-hypnosis.

“I can do things in my sleep. Literally. Doc Hilton says I have all the symptoms of a crazy person, but none of the problems. What he means is, while I should be a narcoleptic, seizure-throwing insomniac who by all medical sciences ought to be drooling in a padded cell. Yet I’m here, talkin’ to you, and having had a pretty normal life. At night, of course, my sleep schedule is... unique.”

“First and foremost, I only need six hours of sleep. Tops. It doesn’t even have to be in one sitting, just so long as I get it. Perfect for all nighter essays, or just procrastinating in general. Then I can “self-hypnotize”. You know how sometimes a dog can run when they’re asleep? I can do kung fu in my sleep. Maybe. Mostly. Point being is I can hold my own best when I’m out. Something about me being able to perceive during REM, meaning if you see me blinking like mad during a scrap, I’m in that mode. It allows me to assess who’s friend and foe, and adjust accordingly. Only works for stuff I’ve practiced. You want me to fold a hundred towels in ten minutes flat? I’ll do it in nine minutes and fifty seconds. Repetitive tasks are my forte.”
+++Skills: “I’m not too shabby in programing, if this superhero biz doesn’t work out for me, I might retire and be a software engineer. For more...physical and practical purposes, I have a Brown Belt in Kung Fu...but I’m definitely gonna need to branch out a bit if I’m hopin’ to make a difference here. I mean, I can swim, not too shabby with a carving knife speak a decent amount of Japanese...never really asked to be a superhero though.”
+++Code Name: “Whoa, wait what? We get codenames? ...Do I have to wear spandex too?” (YTBD)

+++Psychological analysis: A remarkably diligent student, he is soft-spoken and mild mannered, almost embarrassed to admit his rather mundane interests and background. Overall, he is a gentle computer geek with a rather open-minded disposition, not viewing himself or his colleagues as abhumans primarily, just classmates with absurd powers. Of course, he may question authority-more so on account of the Founder’s own mystique-the secrecy of the Academy, and the fact there are those with greater power than him. He will blatantly use the “M-word” to describe himself and fellow abhumans, as matter of factly-or unless no one present is familiar with the Warhammer 40k definition of it, then he may meekly retract it.
+++Occupation: “Aspiring detective and programmer. The former because I watched way too many noir films, and the latter because...well...it seems like a good job. Old folks pester younger folks on how technology works so figured why not go all in? ...No offense.”
+++Biography: Much is mundane about the young Dominic Dotani-the initial curiosity that a Caucasian was adopted and raised by an Ethnic Minority (With a Japanese father and Laotian Mother), as well as the discovery of his...abilities. Of course, his abilities weren’t fully discovered all at once, but rather a series of incidents. Such as surviving a tree to the face at ten years old when a freak storm went through his hometown, and subsequently flinging it off-all while in a trancelike state. Through medical investigation, therapy, and a small army of extended familial support, Dominic gradually understood and mastered his unique abilities, believing himself to be a “small fish abhuman, since I can’t crap thunderbolts or zoom around in the sky”. What tipped the Academy was not only his well adjusted nature and control of his power, but the potential for investigative work and an aptitude for intellectual pursuits. Thus, after several interrogations both by the Academy and by the Dotani family, Dominic will be joining the Loyola Academy for the Gifted.
+++RP Sample: How ‘bout no
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I feel he has maybe a few too many powers as-is, but since none of them individually are all that uber, it should be fine. Just be sure to use the [img]Image[/img] brackets instead of a link for images. ACCEPTED.

[Rupudska]

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[Danceria]

Feel free to yell at me for taking liberties on seating arrangements, how long one should be in school, laptops, and use of paper in the Year Of Our Lord Two-Thousand and Thirty-Five.

[Lancearc]

Feel free to yell at me for taking liberties on seating arrangements, how long one should be in school, laptops, and use of paper in the Year Of Our Lord Two-Thousand and Thirty-Five.

Little did the mutants realize that the seats were assigned, the bane of all free men.

[Somerania]

Feel free to yell at me for taking liberties on seating arrangements, how long one should be in school, laptops, and use of paper in the Year Of Our Lord Two-Thousand and Thirty-Five.

Little did the mutants realize that the seats were assigned, the bane of all free men.

Ok.