This is a private RP for Emmery and I, and if you are not either one of us please don't reply, but you may read along if you wish!!

Now Emmery if you want to put up the character profile first you may

Lloyd Link, commonly known as Jackson Hart, is 14 years old. Lloyd is a little hesitant to trust others, but he has a good reason. He isn’t normal, in fact… Well, if he told you right now it wouldn’t be too fun, now would it? Lloyd tends to study people, and whenever he is nervous, he focuses on the background. He has great protective skills, and knows the ways of the streets. However, he doesn’t know too much academically. He always has a switchblade on his person. “Never know when you could use it,” is his motto. Lloyd has a powerful inability to decide rationally, he is ruled by his heart, not his mind. Back to Lloyd’s gift. He can view DNA (which he calls ‘Linking’) and reorganize and reconstruct it, changing his own, but not the other person‘s. He can shape-shift, in simpler terms, but he can memorize up to five patterns. He can recreate lost tissue, but not limbs, and never to himself. Whenever he uses his power to remake tissue, he is weak. If he holds onto a different form other than human for too long (about an hour), then he will pass out, and shift back. He used to live in California, and he had to move, constantly. Lloyd’s parents decided that it was too much trouble to have a freak in their household, so they sent him on a bus with an address. After he was nearly there, his mother broke the news, saying that the address was actually a McDonalds’. Then he came here, and mingled among the humans, as well as the freaks, like him.
Amelia Garrows is 14 years old. She has had a perfect childhood with the itsty bitsy exeption of her mother trying to kill her and all. She isn't normal, and has suffered brain damage. However, the blows to her head unlocked a latent ability inate to all humans. The power of self preservation.She has the power to see the future, and to control water. The latter wasn't due to the blunt force, but it was due to a malfunction in her genes. If you could call it that. Amelia had lost her power to speak, but she felt it was a fair trade. She is your stereotypical blonde cheerleader. Perky, upbeat, and almost always animated. She runs quickly, gestures quickly, and does everything with an added flair to it. Amelia, or Emily as she preferrs to be called, is not a 'hero' as you would say. She is a little deranged, and feels that certain people must die. Her rules change constantly.

Name: Avalon Quinn
Age: 17
Appearance: shoulder length brown wavy hair, silver eyes, freckles all over her face, 5'8
Personality: She is adventerous and outgoing, she is very loyal to her friends and nice to other people unless they are a threat to her and her friends, because then they need to watch out
Power: Ability to manipulate metal to her will

Lloyd link fiddled with the awful name in his mind. Jackson Hart, I am Jackson Hart. He glanced around the area, the small plaza, and gulped. He couldn't do this. He was on deathrow, walking down this stone path. By accepting the false name of Jackson, he'd shed his old name. He'd lost his grip on who he was. Now, he stood silent, a rock in the flow of teenagers. With automaton like responses, Lloyd-no, Jackson- answered an all too perky girl by his side. She was trying to help, but she just couldn't. With a huff, a whirl of bright red almost pink hair, and she was gone.
Jackson pushed his black hair out of his blue eyes, a strange combination given to him by his mother. His black hair was straight, though it curled slightly right under his ears. His hair seemed to be the kind that no matter what, strands fell into his eyes.
He sighed, realizing one important thing: This would not be fun.

Name: Crystal
Powers: Pyro (Fire)
age: 14
personality: She is bright and bubbly, she can be very annoying at times, but she is overall a very nice person
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Crystal had noticed the boy just standing in the hall and she went over to him, "Do you need something?" He did not respond, "Can you hear me?...... Hello?" She shrugged and skipped away, leaving him to his thoughts

((Don't forget to introduce Supeman; who's name is Clark Kent in this case, and he would be 18))
Avalon made her way to her locker and opened it up, placing her items inside and glancing around, here she way again... Back in this boring as could be school, where the same routine happened every single day... It was boring and tedious, but hey... It was something right?

Clark Kent walked down the halls, perfectly erect, as though someone superglued a metal pole to his back. He looked like he would be the kind of person to sneer at someone when they fell, but he was down to earth. Clark was kind, not at all matching his jock like figure. He was strong, yet gentle.
Jackson stared at where the girl had been, not too long ago. She was there, then gone, the social butterfly. He sighed, hearing a shaking sound next to him. Startled, he turned, and saw a blonde ditz pulling on her lock. She was silent, looking so preoccupied that Jackson thought twice before bursting her bubble. "That won't work."
She stared at him as though he had just told her that spiders had planted egg sacs in her brain and eyeballs.

Avalon stepped back from her locker and accidently bumped into someone, "Oh I'm so-" She turned to see that it was Clark Kent she bumped into, "Oh... Clark... Sorry about that."

"Hey," Clark smiled gently, "Not a problem." Another thing about Clark, he didn't pull any of that 'I'm so much better than you' crap. He was genuinely nice, naturally amicable. "So, Avalon. What's up?"
P.E. First thing in the morning?! "What is wrong with this school?" He muttered to himself, walking toward the cafe. They met there, right? That's how it was in my old school. A question mark clouded his face, and Jackson sighed. He watched everyone closely, they were the background, but who was the foreground? Who would hold his minuscule attentionspan? With a slight tilt of his head, he was off.
Amelia frowned at her locker. She'd enter her code five times! Or was that yesterday, today, or tomorrow? What was it again? With a grunt she yanked on it again. It snapped open. Hmph! 'Not gonna work' my @$$! Amelia, smiling smugly, grabbed her stuff and ran to her next class. Ummm... Bio? She looked at her schedule. Far from it. Bio was on one side, and her next class, her sped class, was on the other. She turned and power walked through the halls.

((Who's Amelia?))
Avalon closed her locker door and leaned against it, "Not much really... And how about you?"

Crystal also shared P.E with Jackson, she jogged to the class, wanting to get there early that way she could try and get out of it, she absolutely hated P.E.... It was her worst subject other than math

[[Blonde ditz next to Jackson. Sorry, I thought I made it clear enough :sweat:]]
"Now," the man walked, no marched, in a tight pattern. Go around the boys, who had collected on the right, and then walk around the girls. Repeat. Breaking the tedious cycle, the teacher introduced himself as Mr. Moffa.
"I am going to be your physical education teacher. You will call me Coach M. You will not skip class. You will wear proper attire. You will not be lazy..."
Jackson idly listened to the wills and won'ts that the coach was spewing. Had he been in the military? It seemed that way to Jackson.
Amelia walked into her class, scooting into her seat just so, shifting around in her chair. She wasn't retarded. She wasn't supposed to be here. That was what she kept telling herself. "You are all wrong." She thought to herself, focusing on the future.
"Hmm, not much. It's kind of boring here, you know?" Clark shrugged, leaning against the locker next to her. "What class do you have next?"

((No, I got that, but what does she have to do with the RP?))
"I've got history." SHe told him while brushing some hair out of her face, though incredibly nerdy looking she always thought that Clark was very handsome and she liked the sound of his voice

Crystal sighed lightly, the same boring talk again... This guy was the Rugby coach.. and so he was the strictest and most unfair teacher in the entire school, Crystal couldn't stand him at all