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When powers manifest, it isn't pleasant. Even the most powerful of my students were struggling with their abilities when I found them. None deny that my hand is harsh - not one will stand up against me. I am their founder and protector; their father and instructor. No one can help them . . . only I am their master.

The Elite. I chose them from the rest of the world. They are my children; my life-long work. When they are ready, I leave my mark. They will never betray me - they will never get the chance.

Crimson Academy - The Aftermath and Future (The story that inspired this one)

- The Characters -

Xavier
The Founder

Dante; Pic 2
The Unnatural

Jill
Weapons Affiliation

Tyrod
Gravitational Force

Leon
The Carrier

Quote:

Originally Posted by kionaredhawk

My Puppeteer: kionaredhawk
I want to be called: Kyreian (Ky-Ray-In) Slomian
I Am This Old: 22
Did you look at me?: female
Classification:
Ability: Deathling
What do I see when I look in the mirror: Kyreian Except with blue eyes.
What happened in my life: Grew up in a military life wrought with discipline. So Ky usually looks cold and unemotional. She doesn't usually let her emotions show. Her father and mother were both military and often left her home alone. She didn't really think of herself as having a family. She joined the marines when she was 16, a letter signed by both parents saying that she was allowed to do so, with excellent recommendations from their superiors. They allowed her in.
She quit when she was 20, having no reason to stay. She had enough money, and had enough dealing with other people and having to constantly save their asses. Since then, she has worked as free lance security, picking what jobs she wanted when they came her way.
She has no idea that both her parents were mutants, both having such powers that they can hide them in society. Thus, she inherited a mutation, that has yet to manifest. Her parents have been out of her life since they signed the letter for her, so they haven't told and won't be there for her when it does appear.
I think of myself as: She's actually usually very nice...except when she's messed with. Since she was a marine, she is considered a deadly weapon if she ever got in a fight, so she has to resist the urge to beat up jerks. But she always wears the emotionless face, having not had a lot of opportunities for real social contact.
Posting Color: Navy

Quote:

Originally Posted by Seer Of the Future

My Puppeteer: Seer Of the Future
I want to be called: Kaden Cross
I Am This Old: 18
Did you look at me?: male
Classification: Senior
Ability: Flame Manipulation
What do I see when I look in the mirror: Kaden
What happened in my life: He was an orphan his whole life and devoted himself to studies and getting a better life. He's not very big on being social but when he meets and makes friends he shows his true colors.
I think of myself as: quiet, mysterious, and thoughtful, can be random and funny at some points
I can’t stand: talk - a - tive people who won't listen to what you have to say
My favorite things in the world: instramental music (he plays the flute) and then smell of new books
Posting Color: Orange

Quote:

My Puppeteer: SapphireRose-
I want to be called: Liliane.
I Am This Old: 17.
Did you look at me?: Female.
Classification: Not Even One Day.
Ability:
What do I see when I look in the mirror: Liliane.
What happened in my life: I grew up alone, caring for my mother. She became mentally sick when father left, when I was only eight years old. When I was ten, she was bedridden, and my aunt sometimes stopped by, to say hello, and drop off some food. Mother died, when I was thirteen, and I've been on the road since. I never went to school, but that means nothing. Sometimes I find myself in the middle of a nightmare, and wake up in a cold sweat. Other times, I just freeze where I am, daydreaming of something atrocious. It's a terrible illness, but it never lasts long, usually.
I think of myself as: I am pretty happy with my life, and I enjoy laughing and dressing up. But I am serious when I have to be.
Posting Color: Dark Orchid.

- The Template -

- A quick note: You will not start out with powers. Let me know what you want for your character to have, and I will discuss it with you. So no powers at first!

- PM me with Profiles!

- It is unnecessary to fill out an entire Character Sheet if you don't feel like it - take a look at the first few characters to get an idea as to what I want from you.

Code:

My Puppeteer: (Username) I want to be called: (Character Name) I Am This Old: (Age) Did you look at me?: (Gender) Classification: (How long you've been with the Elites. Keep in mind that the group is just starting out with the beginning of this RP.) Ability: (Power) What do I see when I look in the mirror: (picture or really good description of human) What happened in my life: (Biography; doesn’t have to be extremely complicated) I think of myself as: (Personality) Posting Color:

- The Story -

"Oh, God." Jill clutched at her side as blood seeped through her clothing. The woman stumbled from the apartment building, grasping at anything that would help support her. That had definitely been her worst decision ever. She was never helping anyone that looked sick again.
From somewhere in the building someone screamed. Jill shuddered and limped faster, praying that her twisted ankle wouldn't slow her any more than it did already. The screaming stopped suddenly. I'm sorry. Trying to keep her breathing under control, Jill finally got to the street. A few cars were still driving at such a late hour - it was nearly three in the morning. The blonde woman had been on her way home from work at the factory when she saw a sick kid. The boy needed to get to his apartment, but couldn't focus very well. Jill offered to help - and had been attacked when she got to the right door. Flesh-eating monsters. Someone must have slipped something into my water.

Half thinking she was hallucinating, Jill stumbled on. She didn't want any of those things getting her again. As the pain in her side began to radiate outward, she whimpered. "Someone help me." The dark streets showed little to no signs of life. No one would hear her. No one would find her in time.
Tempted to just lay down and die, Jill paused by a brick building. The place was deserted - no signs to light the damp roads, no streetlights to illuminate the darkness - nothing. This was the worst part of town; the very slums of the city. Shivering, the woman finally leaned against the wall. A few seconds later she had collapsed on the sidewalk. The blood-loss was far too much for her to handle.