OOC INFORMATION

nickname: Sweet Tooth (ST) time zone: EST age: 22 pronouns: he/him/his contact: removed password: removed how did you find us?: I saw your promos in a couple of the RPG promo tags. do you have any triggers that need tagged?: removed

CANON CHARACTER APPLICATION

character name: Marco Castillo sexuality (if up to roleplayer): Bisexual major (if up to roleplayer): N/A hero name (if up to roleplayer): N/A secondary choice: N/A why this character?: what drew you to this character? While I was looking through your character list, Marco immediately stood out to me due to his personality and history. I am very intrigued by the idea of playing a character who is “past his prime,” so to speak, and is perhaps not dealing with that in the best way, which is the impression that I get from his bio. I also really like his intense and arguably tumultuous relationship with music, and I think that would be really interesting to explore. Overall, he seems like a really enjoyable character to play, and I think that his story could go in some interesting directions. headcanons:

Marco used to listen to his own music all the time, manipulating the sounds as they came out of the stereo to experiment with new sounds, but after his fall from grace he hardly listens to music at all anymore. This is not something that he does consciously.

While he would never admit it, Marco sometimes browses around the internet to find remixes of his own work. While outwardly he scoffs at it, he is actually very interested by other’s interpretations of his work, and sometimes uses those influences when composing new works.

While working on his Masters, he fancied one of the professors at Julliard and flirted with him for years. They ended up having a one night stand after he finished his Masters program, but the professor rejected any further advances from him, saying that it was a mistake that would never be repeated. This still bothers Marco to this day, as he is used to getting his way.

additional connections?: N/A anything else?: How publicly known outside of the university is the fact that he has powers? I know in his bio that it mentioned that he was able to mostly keep it a secret from his peers when he was younger, but is that still the case? sample in character:

The music that sounds throughout the room is slow, soft, the sweet sounds of violin trailing easily through the air as if they’re the most natural sounds the world has to offer. At the center of it all stands Marco Castillo, breathing slowly, steady, his eyes shut as he gently bows the beautiful instrument that he holds so delicately with his chin, shoulder, and hand.  Legato, legato, staccato, legato.  He switches between the two with ease, deciding as he goes that he likes the slur better, and with an exhale, he switches the sound so it all blends more easily.

He’s done it thousands of times before, the motions of it as natural to him as breathing. As he plays, he allows himself to become lost in the music, the sounds lulling him into that creative space that has become so elusive to him, and a feeling of warmth flows into his chest. It’s like being under a pile of blankets that smell like jasmine and lavender, familiar smells - it’s like home. The music slowly becomes louder, but maintains that gentleness, and he smiles to himself, moving his torso with his arm as he bows.

I’m sorry, but we’re going to have to let you go.

His smile twitches downward into a frown at the unwelcome memory, and his gentle crescendo morphs rather suddenly into a sforzando. It’s not the sweetest of sounds that he could possibly make, and he feels a pluck of anger. Nonetheless, he presses forward, although the words begin to repeat themselves in his head over and over. We’re going to have to let you go. Three notes in legato morph into three notes into staccato. We’re going to have to let you go. The three notes again, harsher this time, the melody moves from major to minor. We’re going to have to let you go. It’s a motif now, and he’s playing faster as he lets the motif transition into something else, and with each note the sound becomes deeper, more and more distant from the sound of violin.

It’s the end of the Hasta Luegos, and yes, it’s because of you.

His frown deepens as the notes become stranger and stranger, and before long it’s not even recognizable as violin, the once gentle crescendos turning into something too alien to be understood by human ears as string music. Up. Up. Work with me. They rise up again, once more sounding like the natural tones of the violin, although in the ominous notes one can almost hear voices, their words like curses echoing throughout the room. What was once peaceful and beautiful has become faster and darker, like a thick smoke and a hot fire burning rapidly through a tranquil forest. It’s okay, breathe, just breathe, come back down. And they do for a moment, a soft moment where he feels himself breathe easier. And then, as it always does, another memory comes back to him, an intrusive thought that he has not learned how to shut the door on.

I’m leaving you, Marco.

Suddenly, the notes become alien once more, and his heart thuds against his chest, his jaw clenches in anger, and the tune becomes a cacophony of noise, the sound of a great rage bubbling bubbling bubbling to the surface - and abruptly he stops bowing, and the sounds die with a great scream.

Fuck it.

He opens his eyes to the empty room around him, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Even the soft blues and yellows of his living room seem to fill him with a great anger, and as he continues to hold the violin he must resist the urge to smash it to the ground. Don’t think about it. You’re so much better than all of them. You’ll get it back. He thinks those lies to himself as he lowers the violin, at last stepping forward to place it back in its rest. He looks to the window, out at the beautiful garden, the gentle sunshine beaming in through the windows. He forces a smile onto his face, trying his hardest to push the echoes of the horrible sounds out of his mind. It’s not the first time that it’s happened, and he knows that it’s not the last. Taking a deep breath, he stands up straight once more, his eyes fluttering shut.

Nickname: Meri

Timezone: EST

Age: 20

Pronouns: She/Her

Contact: removed

Password: removed

How did you find us?: the LSRP tag I believe.

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Character name:Emma Soren  

Hero name: Undecided

Secondary choice: Leah Johnson, Alex Correa

Why this character?: I was really drawn to the characters story. I was interested by how her parents died and how she felt responsible for it, but then as a result using it as a motivation to protect others!

Headcanons:

Emma’s favorite superhero movie is The Incredibles

Emma is skittish around cars, and prefers to drive herself places, if at all. The accident was traumatic, and there’s some emotional and mental scarring left over from it. She doesn’t like to talk about it much.

She isn’t the best liar and therefore has some trouble hiding things.

Writes poetry, but it’s more of a hobby to relax, more than anything else (at least, that’s what she tells herself. Besides, she’s a perfectionist—and none of her poems, to her, are perfect). She loves the Thursdays at the Daily Grind because of the beat poetry night—she always offers to cover those shifts.

Emma lives in Juniper Hall

Sample:

Emma wanted to go home. There was a paper to write, and a bed calling her name. She could practically hear “Emma” being softly whispered in the wind, and she wanted nothing more than to clock out, walk home, and sink under her blue comforter and ignore the psychology paper she had to write.

“Emma?”

At least for now. It was on a subject she did think was fascinating. After all, that was the reason she chose psychology as a major in the first place.

“Emma!”

She jumped, eyes widened as she whipped around. “Uh—” Emma’s voice was caught in the back of her throat as her other employee stared at her.

“You were staring off into space again! Yeesh, I was trying to tell you your shift is over!” She laughed, and soon Emma joined in, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck.

“Soooooorry!!” The rising to her cheeks meant her face was probably turning beat red. Whoops. Way to completely embarrass yourself, Em. Ten points. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and help close up?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. No need to worry!” Her coworker waved her off, making a ‘shoo’ing motion with her hand. I’ll see you tomorrow! Thanks!” Emma waved, and hurried to clock out as she fumbled to untie her apron. It wasn’t that her job was bad, she really liked it. Usually is was all hustle and bustle, but she gave a guess that since it was Thanksgiving week, it was bound to be slow. And slow meant it was boring.

Emma glanced at her phone, grinning when she saw a text from her grandma. Grandma learning to use her new smartphone had been a fun way to spend Thanksgiving, and now she had sent her multiple turkey emojis. That was cute—probably her way of telling her to enjoy the leftovers. She should call them—her Grandparents did like it when she called, even if they did worry far too often. She set the reminder in her phone.

She shuffled her bag over her shoulder, and stuck a headphone in her ear. The sun was going down and she was looking forward getting back to Juniper to take a nap and start her homework. Then practice all things she was definitely going to say to Nekai Teton at the next student government meeting. And Emma  was actually going to do it this time so Leah wouldn’t have to give her any crap, and she wouldn’t have to feel like a total ne—

“Look out!”

Emma panicked. She had been crossing paths with another student when she heard the voice call out. They both whipped around, and Emma immediately felt the familiar sensation of energy leave her fingertips, protectively surrounding the two. What could hurt them on campus?!

Whap!

A football banged off the surface of her forcefield, lightly bouncing into the grass.  

Emma snorted, the forcefield falling away.

OOC INFORMATION

nickname: May

time zone: PST

age: 18+

pronouns: she/her/hers

contact: removed

password: removed

how did you find us?: superhero rp tag

do you have any triggers that need tagged?: removed

sample in character: 

She held the her baton to the perp’s face smirking wickedly. “and why should i be merciful?” The coward was whimpering as he wracked his small brain for a good enough excuse to cry out. This was one of Chantelle’s favorite parts. It allowed her to reach into herself and unleash her dark side. The beauty of being a vigilante is not having to abide by the laws of a hero. “because! she was a spoiled ass bitch so she had it coming!”

It was as if someone pressed pause on the world’s activities. She couldn’t hear or feel that was happening because her mind was stuck on that day. The image of her sister folded over the side of a bathtub. The smell of the dirty, neglected apartment where she found Olivia. The pain in her chest when she tried feeling for a pulse and found none. Her sister’s boyfriend used the same logic. “She was a spoiled brat who wanted to a taste of the dark side so I gave it to her. Not my fault daddy wasn’t around to shield her.” He felt no remorse. He even had the audacity to tell people he was the one dealing to the President’s daughter. He was just like the man who’s life was in Chantelle’s hands. They didn’t care who was hurt or how as long as they had fun for the time being. This dirtbag didn’t care about the girl who was now huddled by the dumpster. He had his fun with her and was on his merry way home when Chantelle had tracked him down.

His wail brought her back to the task at hand though the haunting image of her dead sister lingered in her mind. She almost wanted to make this dirtbag look just like that but that wasn’t her style. She will seriously maim but never murder. They had to live to tell the tale of how a female vigilante broke their body and their bad habits. She pulled her arm back earning never ending thank yous from the perp before bringing her baton down across his face. It knocked him out cold and considering  the blows she landed earlier he will barely manage to wake up. She dragged his body toward the sidewalk so people would be able to find him.

Chantelle walked back to the dumpster and crouched beside the girl, “are you okay doll? Do you have a way to get home? I could call you a cab.” Though the girl denied her help, Chantelle still followed behind the cab on her motorcycle until she saw the girl reached her destination. Some things were out of her hand but she would be damned if she didn’t try her hardest to ensure the safety of other girls. If only there was someone out there that had watched over her sister. She hates herself every day for not being that person for Olivia and now will spend the rest of her days to this cause.

CANON CHARACTER APPLICATION

Figure Skating is the only sport she actually knows how to do without her power’s help. Everything else (dancing, ballerina, gymnastics,etc.) was her powers.

She’s started studying sport medicine because her father truly wanted her to take on a behind the scenes role in the superhero world. She was also motivated to learn how to better educate kids about drug overdoses and how it can be prevented or at least saved if it gets that far.

OOC INFORMATION

nickname: Jordan

time zone: uhhhhh the same as Jo and Jackie (I think central?? Time is fake)

age: 20

pronouns: she/her

contact: removed

password: removed

how did you find us?: I’ve been hype for this rp since it was just an idea Jackie was bouncing around!!

do you have any triggers that need tagged?: removed

sample in character: (SPIDERS TW)

With the vague buzz of apprehension in his skull, Perry followed his friends inside, the taunting “don’t be a bitch” still ringing in his ears. If he stumbled a bit over his own feet, that was no one’s business but his own. In the eerie quiet of the abandoned facility, his friends’ drunken laughter was alarmingly loud as they attempted to spook each other. Perry felt his heart rate spike with each peal of laughter that echoed back to him. This was wrong. They shouldn’t be here, but he wasn’t a bitch, dammit.  

           It was Travis’s idea that they should split up. Perry’s alcohol-heavy tongue couldn’t come up with a good enough reason to stick together, so he went along with it, breaking off from the other boys and going into the first empty room he came across. It seemed to be some sort of storage area. Perry dug through a few boxes, finding plenty of discarded lab coats and some dusty, but otherwise in good condition, beakers. In a cabinet, he found stacks upon stacks of files. He flipped through a few, but they were so cluttered with technical jargon, it was hard to make out much of anything. One file held details of an experiment-gone-wrong (if the “failed” stamp across the top was anything to go by) that had been done to a few rats, another detailed a trial done on a spider, and yet another mentioned something about a rabbit. Perry stepped away from the cabinet feeling slightly queasy. He’d had a friend go vegan last year and she had detailed animal testing in labs a little too in-depth to him.

           Perry decided his first stop in the facility had been a bust and exited back into the hallway. Making a left at the end of the first hallway, he found himself in a wing of the building that held the testing labs. In the dark, Perry missed the faded sign warning about radioactivity. As he pushed through a set of swinging doors, he was surprised to find that the equipment shining in the light cast by his phone’s flashlight was almost completely dust-free. Perry began to poke around the lab, peering into cages and tanks, looking for the remains of the animals once used for experimenting. Unthinkingly, Perry reached into a seemingly abandoned terrarium to shift around what once must have been a feed bowl and a sunning rock. What he wasn’t expecting was the spider that had taken up residence under the feed bowl.

           Letting out a loud swear, Perry shook his hand violently as he watched the spider skitter away to hide under the rock. Had he not been inebriated, he probably would have been more worried. Drunk as he was, however, his attention was easily pulled away from the spider when one of the guys called out for everyone to come see his find.

           Nearly an hour later, everyone had started to regroup in the main lobby of the facility. That eerie silence had fallen again, though this time none of the boys seemed willing to break it. None of the boys, that is, except Travis, who jumped out at Perry suddenly in the semi darkness. Instinctively, Perry raised his hands defensively, allowing a startled shout to escape his throat. At the same time, a bright blast of light flew out of his palm, narrowly missing Travis, and blowing out a window just over his shoulder. Heart still pounding, Perry turned his attention away from his pretend attacker and to his palm. His eyes would have been comically huge if everyone in the room weren’t also staring at his hand with equal shock and disbelief.

           “Dude,” Travis breathed, quiet for the first time that evening. “What the fuck?”

CANON CHARACTER APPLICATION

character name: Perry Lewis

sexuality (if up to roleplayer): [whatever happens organically]

hero name (if up to roleplayer): [I feel like Perry would also be undecided about this]

secondary choice: Sebastian Davenport III [I love his pretentious af name so much lol]

why this character?: I relate a lot to feeling lost after your parents split up, and I relate even more to feeling abandoned by your dad and wanting to act out. I would love to join Perry on his journey to controlling his powers, and learning how to find himself. Also Reece King is so pretty.

headcanons: -Perry feels abandoned by his father, despite spending every weekend at his house -Perry is allergic to bananas (and has a subsequent, related latex allergy)

additional connections?: I would love to have a rival/ enemy type character. Just someone Perry inexplicably cannot stand and the feeling has been mutual since the very beginning

nickname: Cindy

time zone: EST

age: 22

pronouns: she/her

contact: removed

password: removed

how did you find us?: mutant rp tag

do you have any triggers that need tagged?: removed

sample in character: Astrid grabbed the mail from the mailbox as she got got home, absently thumbing through the envelopes as she walked up to the door. Bills, junk mail, bank statement, sale flyer… nothing for her. Not that she was expecting anything but she liked to check, just in case. She had it in her hands anyhow. “I’m home.” She called out as she opened the door. Her parents weren’t home yet, but she heard the chime of the bell on Vivian’s collar as she came in the front door. She put her keys in the basket by the door. Her shoes were next, being deposited on the shoe rack, followed by her jacket and backpack being hung up on their respective hooks. She walked further into the house, Vivian trailed behind her. She put the mail in the basket in the kitchen before she finally crouched down to pet Vivian.

“Hi baby girl, did you have a good day? Are you ready to go and garden?” She asked, petting the cat behind her ears. Vivian loved when Astrid was working in the garden, because she let the cat come into the yard with her, where she got to chase bugs to her hearts content. Grabbing an apple from the basket on the kitchen counter Astrid went for the backdoor, Vivian trotting behind her. She grabbed her gardening basket from where it lived on the table next to the slider and headed out into the backyard.

She opened the gate on the garden, letting Vivian dart into the garden first before she made her way in herself, closing the gate behind them. She put on her gloves and quickly got to work tending to all of the plants, seeing if there were any vegetables that were ripe and ready for picking. She hummed to herself as she knelt in the garden, losing herself in the task of taking care of her plants. It was one of her favorite activities. Over the years she had found that she felt the most at peace when she was working in the garden, when it was just her, the dirt and her plants (and Vivian, of course. Her loyal partner in crime since she was eight years old).

In her quest to catch a butterfly Vivian had run into one of the plants, knocking it over and stepping on it as she darted past. “Vivian! You have to be careful!” Astrid chided the cat, moving to check on the plant, to see if there was any saving it.

“Oh you poor thing…” Kneeling down Astrid was able to see the full extent of damage that the plant had taken. There was probably no saving it, but Astrid Johansen wouldn’t be Astrid Johansen if she didn’t at least give it a shot. Only, as she reached out for the plant it jumped up towards her hand, standing up straighter than it had been before Vivian had crashed into it. Her mouth was open in a small ‘o’ shape as she watched the damage repair itself, the stem of the plant knitting back together, growing back it’s damage layers from the inside out. Had that actually just happened? She reached out towards another plant, this one undamaged. She held her hand out to it and stared. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, she willed the plant to grow taller. It had been a late addition to the garden and was shorted than it’s peers. She blinked and suddenly the plant was taller. A lot taller. She’d only wanted it to grow a few inches, but that was at least eight inches taller.

“Mom! Dad!” Astrid called, abandoning her garden supplies as she ran towards the house. She was a bit freaked out but everything that had just happened, but she was also fascinated. She also thought that she might be making it up, but it her parents were there and they witnessed it to then it meant that it was real and not a figment of her imagination, right?

ORIGINAL CHARACTER APPLICATION

“I’d rather have flowers in my hair than diamonds around my neck.”

A B O U T

Name: Astrid Johansen Nickname: if applicable Hero Name: if part of hero program/previously a hero for faculty Age: Twenty One Date & Place of Birth: March 20, 1996, & Concord, MA Sexuality: Homosexual Pronouns: she/her Faceclaim: Josefine Frida Pettersen

M O R E

Major & Minor:  Major in Environmental Studies & Minor in Criminal Justice

Classes Taught: for professors Previous Degrees: For graduate students & faculty Classification: Sophomore Occupation: Gardner at Essential Care, Resident Assistant Rank: Hero Support Power: Plant Manipulation Limitations: Astrid is unable to create plants, being limited to manipulating only from already existing sources. She is limited on the number of plants and how long they can be controlled, although she has been able to strengthen this with training. Status: TAKEN

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ Amiable, Persistent, Resourceful - Naïve, Absentminded, Jealous

B I O G R A P H Y

Erik and Lena Johansen were a happy young couple. They were content with what they had, the lives that they were living. They didn’t have a lot of money but they wanted for nothing. Nothing except a child, that is. They wanted another person to share their happiness with, someone to complete their family. They knew going into their relationship that they would be unable to have children of their own, that they were unable to conceive the one thing that they wanted for. Fertility treatments were too expensive, especially since there was no guarantee of success. They turned towards adoption to find the third piece of happiness to slot into their family. The moment that they laid eyes on Astrid they knew. They knew that this small, fair haired, blanket wrapped bundle was the child for them. They hadn’t even talked about if they wanted a son or a daughter but, in that moment, without even looking at the other, they knew. They were to have a daughter and it was this smiling bundle of joy in front of them.

Astrid Johansen never wanted for anything in childhood. She had two loving parents who adored her. They made sure that she knew that she was loved and wanted, that she never lacked for hugs, kisses, and affection. That she never felt the weight of the expectations that they had felt growing up. She had plenty of friends, and they didn’t have money but she always had toys to play with, books to read. Astrid was an easy child, never acting up or causing trouble. She was prone to wandering off sometimes, but weren’t all children? Her parents encouraged her curiosity, and any passions that they had. They found, as Astrid grew, that she was most content when she was outside. They planted a garden in their backyard, starting with some flowers they got at the supermarket. It was a small plot, but the older Astrid got the more involved she got and the more it spread. Astrid grew it from a small flowerbed to half their backyard, ranging from flowers of all sizes and colors to a vegetable garden that had a great yield every summer.

It was no secret to Astrid that she was adopted. When she was in the third grade many of her classmates were about to be older siblings and she came home and asked her parents if she was going to be a big sister, and if Mommy’s tummy would grow like Laura’s mommy. They sat her down and told her they were unable to have children together so they adopted Astrid but that didn’t mean that they loved her any less. She was the last little bit of happiness that their family needed. They told her that they didn’t plan on adopting anymore children, that their family felt complete as three, but if Astrid wanted they could go and adopt an animal from the shelter. It became a non-issue after that, their family growing to include a cat named Vivian.

Astrid didn’t even think about the fact that she was adopted until her powers fully manifested. She was out in the garden and the stem of the plant she had been tending broke. She reached out towards it, to see if there was anything that she could do to save it and it moved without her even touching it, slowly putting itself back together. Wide-eyed she raced into her house and told her parents about what happened, bringing them out to the garden to demonstrate. Her parents continued to love and support her, embracing her power and her experiments as she figured out what it meant, the plants that she started scattering all over their house. It was at this point that Astrid couldn’t help but wonder about the parents that had given her up. What were their abilities like? Did they know that she would develop powers too, was that why they gave her up? The truth of the matter was that Astrid was the result of a one night stand. Her mother was unaware that the man she had just slept with had powers and the man had no idea that a pregnancy had resulted from their night of passion.

It was after her powers fully manifested the Astrid began to want. She wanted a purpose in life, a meaning for her abilities. Something, she felt, was missing from her life. She was happy, and loved, and she didn’t want for things. But there was a gap in her life. She expressed the concern to her parents, upset at why she was feeling some sense of unhappiness when she was as happy as she had always been. It was her parents, who had felt that kind of wanting once before themselves, before they adopted Astrid, who put they idea of Skybourne into her head. They had started doing research once her powers had manifested, but didn’t want to push anything on her. As soon as she saw the information that her parents had for her Astrid agreed. This was the place for her. This was the answer to her wanting.

F A M I L Y

Lena Johansen (mother- alive)

Erik Johansen (father- alive)

C O N N E C T I O N S

Devon Clarke: Sharing the same major and being a year ahead of them in the program, Astrid has taken Devon under their wing like the younger sibling that they wanted but never had. They were able to bond over their abilities and passion for the environment, Devon helping Astrid to be more of an activist.

OOC INFORMATION

nickname: Vex

time zone: EST

age: 25

pronouns: They/Them pronouns please

contact: removed

password: removed

how did you find us?: The LSRPG tag.

do you have any triggers that need tagged?: removed

sample in character: (For simplification, I’m just using Bethany in the para sample instead of the headcanoned name I gave her.)         Bethany looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her brown eyes and boring hair color and soft facial features looked different to her all of a sudden. Odd even. She was only fifteen. She really hadn’t grown into her looks yet and she still looked like a child. But she had never really looked like her parents. Brown hair and brown eyes were about the only thing that she had in common with them, as she looked in the mirror. Besides that, the similarities stopped there. This wasn’t the tipping point though. That had come a few days ago. A conversation she’d overheard her parents having the other day. A strange conversation about her which had almost sparked something in her.           She had no idea if they were real memories or not, but with the conversation that she heard the other day, she could almost remember something strange. Perhaps she was just confused with something that had happened in a book or a movie that she had seen a long time ago. Bethany couldn’t tell and she wanted to ask her parents about it, even if it was a terrifying subject to breech; she wasn’t sure how to bring it up either. Mom… dad… am I really your daughter? It sounded so ridiculous, like the plot of a stupid movie with terrible actors or a poorly written book about someone that has no idea how the real world works. Either way it was absurd. Except she had to know. She needed to know if they were memories or if something else.           The brunette left her room and headed down the hall to her mother’s office. Bethany had never been anything other than the perfect daughter that her parents had asked for. Anything they wanted, she did without little question. Her parents always told her that it was for her own good and she should be seen not heard. What did she know anyway? Bethany was only fifteen and she hadn’t been in the world long enough to know what was right or wrong. If her parents said that she should do something, who was she to argue? She never asked questions because she thought better of it. What was the point of asking if she didn’t know if she wanted the answer? As uneasy as she felt, Bethany decided that she did want to know the answer. Were these just random memories or was there more to her story than she’d always been told? And why didn’t she remember.           She rapped on the door twice and waited for a response before entering her mother’s office. The older woman was sitting behind her desk. Bethany had never been this nervous in her life. She wasn’t afraid of her mom, but she was also a little nervous about talking to her mother. Especially with the subject matter. Her mother put down what she was reading and sat the pen down on the desk.           "Hi, sweetheart. What’s up?“           "Hi. Mom,” she said, “um, this is going to… sound weird, but, uh, I keep having these weird… dreams? Visions? I’m not sure what they are and I was thinking that maybe you could help me figure out what’s going on because I… it’s just a little odd or strange, I guess. For some reason I keep thinking that you aren’t my real parents.”           She didn’t realize that those words were going to change her life. Bethany didn’t know just how different her life was going to be now that she figured out the truth.

CANON CHARACTER APPLICATION

character name: Bethany Fletcher

sexuality (if up to roleplayer): (From bio) Homosexual

major (if up to roleplayer): N/A / BA in Computer Science & Information Technology

hero name (if up to roleplayer): N/A / I’ll think of an actual hero name if I need to.

secondary choice: Charlotte Thompson

why this character?: what drew you to this character? When I first found this roleplay, I instantly connected to Bethany mainly because of her background. I’m in IT as well and so that connection and I really liked her background as well. I don’t normally play female characters because it’s difficult to find many that I connect with and I’d rather play males or non-binary characters, but I really do enjoy Bethany’s background. I think there’s a lot of potential for character development as well as plots with the students and other staff. Her temperament is very similar to mine as well, so I think it will be easy to step into her character, but different enough because of our backgrounds.

headcanons: - When Beth first found out about her parents / kidnapping and left home, she changed her name from Elsie to Elisabeth. She felt that the change was close enough to her real name that it wouldn’t be difficult to remember, but also a common enough name that she felt safe enough. - Besides paying for college, Bethany decided to join the Marines because it was a way for her to learn self defense. While she got as far away form her parents as possible, she still never felt safe and going through basic training gave her the feeling of control again. - She’s known that she’s gay since she was thirteen years old. Although she hasn’t been in many relationships, Beth knows that right now just isn’t the time for her to settle down and find a significant other. - She’s very nervous about finding her real parents. Beth knows that she never really knew them, but she does want to know who they are. She’s curious and does want to get to know them at some point, but that doesn’t mean that she’s nervous about it. - Despite being Canadian, Beth doesn’t have much of an accent anymore. She sounds more like she’s from the Pacific Northwest than anything else. There’s a slight bit of Canadian to her accent, although it only comes out with certain words.

additional connections?: - Aiden Bhanwadia: Mainly because of the engineering degree. She’s probably closer with the engineering people than any of the other majors. I can see them maybe having a connection because of problematic families / bad relationships with their families. - I’d like to say that she’ll get along with all the other staffers and older students as well. As for the younger ones, she probably doesn’t have much in common with them, but she will still be friendly towards them. (I’m really bad at connections, yikes, I’m sorry)

nickname: Trish time zone: EST age: 25 pronouns: she/her contact: removed password: removed how did you find us?: Jackie messaged me!  do you have any triggers to tag?: removed sample in character:

They put him in handcuffs because they said he was dangerous, Myriam sat in the waiting room and watched as Karim came through the door, she jumped up and ran to him. The normal rule of no touching seemed to be more lenient today. He leaned against his sister so that she could hug him. Though Karim was incapable of returning the gesture with his hands bound.

Myriam had just seen him a few days ago during visiting hours but there was real hope in her face now. “You ready to get out today little brother?” she asked holding his shoulders and smiling up at Karim.

“If they let me. I don’t want to get my hopes up, Myri.” It was too late for that, she was already imagining the feeling of having him home once again.

“You’ve done everything you should, Karim. This is it.” She reassured with a smile, the security guard came into the room and motioned for them to enter the courtroom. “I’m going to make you the biggest dinner tonight.” There was a light in her eyes as she spoke. Karim had waited months for this day, Myriam waiting on the outside, he had been so good. He’d come home with her now, he’d come to school. She’d be able to look after him now.

Pressing onto the tips of her toes Myriam held her brother’s shoulders tightly. She smiled up at him.“It’s gonna be alright, let me take care of you.”

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nickname: Cait

time zone: EST

age: 25

pronouns: She/Her

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how did you find us?: Divine Intervention

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Dami sat in front of her computer screen. It was not the most exciting of circumstances in which she’d found herself. Some small and unacknowledged part of her felt thankful that she’d managed to land herself in such a simple place on such an empty day, but the rest of her was as bored as the two hands that hovered over untapped keys in front of a tauntingly blank word document. After what felt like a lifetime of nothing, Dami closed her laptop and stood from her place. There was far too much snow outside for her to spend the day inside making zero progress on the project that wasn’t even due until January. Sure, she was pages behind on her schedule, but she’d make it up at some point.

Grabbing her thickest coat, Dami rushed from Milford Hall into the snow with a grin plastered on her face. In no time snow was threaded through her hair and she was engaged in an epic snow battle with a large group of other sophomores. An hour in to their snowy shenanigans, Dami yawned. It should have been a clue to rest, but she rarely paid attention to the clues where there was fun to be had. Instead, she continued to pack snow balls while ducking behind a bench. She stood just in time to see her friend get pelted in the face with a ball of snow. The sight caused laughter to erupt from her lungs, only to stop when her legs became noodles beneath her and the cold of the snow on her face. She could hear her friends continuing their war with a few added laughs around her before one knelt beside her. They knew by that point not to make a huge deal of the cataplexy unless they wanted to risk the wrath of Dami, chewing them out in their dreams. Once able to move again, she let them pull her to her feet with a grin.

After brushing herself off, Dami felt it would be best to take a nap before going ragdoll in front of anyone else. She’d never minded attention when she was goofing around, but preferred to avoid the sympathetic brand of attention. Once back in her pillow and blanket covered room, she flopped down in a mass of comfort until her brain quickly conceded to sleep. Eyes opening once more on the other side of REM, Dami found herself walking down a long and luminescent hallway. All around her were oddly shaped doors of various shapes and colors. She new that each led to the dream of someone else either in Skybourne or elsewhere and that once she stepped through the door, there was no guarantee that she would not regret what she saw. After only a few moments, she stepped forward, feeling drawn to a particular door.

Once inside, she could not help but smirk at the sight of her friend standing in the middle of the room, causing a piano to hover above his head. A brow perked as what sounded like some sort of theme music played and he thrust the piano into the air, an image of an entire city coming into view. The piano hit a giant lizard that seemed to be terrorizing the town. She remained unnoticed in his superhero fantasy until a laugh burst forth from her lips, this time without incident. Varun turned to see her, concern clear on his features until the glossy-eyed look faded and realization dawned on him that he was only dreaming. Dami took the opportunity to dream up a Scarlet O’Hara-esque look for herself, complete with a silk hand fan. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. Would you like me to play Damsel, so you can save me from Godzilla?”

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“Forgive me if I sleep until I wake up.”

A B O U T

Name: Dami Remone Shah Nickname: Damsel, Sleepy Age: Nineteen Date & Place of Birth: January 25th, 1998 & Houston, TX Sexuality: Pansexual Pronouns: She/Her Faceclaim: Liza Koshy

M O R E

Major & Minor: Creative Writing & Psychology Classification: Sophomore Occupation: Student & Librarian (if not possible for a student, maybe a library clerk?) Rank: Hero Support Power: Dream Walking Limitations: Dami can only enter dreams if she is asleep, leaving her body vulnerable. She can only enter the dreams of those within a certain proximity to her or those with which she has established some sort of connection. Once Dami is in someone’s dream, she is subject to the events that occur in that dream. If Dami is in someone’s dream when they wake up, she might experience sleep paralysis involving the person’s dream until she is able to wake up. Status: TAKEN

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ confident, spontaneous, engaging - impulsive, sarcastic, impatient

B I O G R A P H Y

The Shah family was seen as one of reputable status in their community. Amelia Shah worked as a state prosecutor, specializing in cases against those with abilities who committed crimes while Amar Shah was a member of the Texas House of Representatives. Being in such high standing within their community, the Shah’s kept a strict and scheduled environment for their only daughter, Dami. Such treatment left Dami with an amicably rebellious nature. She often pushed just past the limits set for her and developed an outgoing personality despite the sheltered lifestyle that her parents intended for her.

When Dami started to show troubling symptoms of lethargy, daytime sleepiness, and insomnia during the night at the age of seven, it was not seen as something of immediate concern. Her parents and teachers deemed her lazy and doctors believed that she could be depressed which contradicted her hopeful and bubbly personality. She did not find lack of interest in her favorite activities, but rather had a hard time staying awake when participating in the things she enjoyed. No one saw any real reason for concern until, at the age of 13, she began to experience sudden loss of voluntary muscle tone when laughing or feeling strong emotions such as anger or anxiety.

Finally, Dami was able to see a specialist and, much to the dismay of her parents, she was diagnosed with narcolepsy type 1. In response to the diagnosis, her parents wanted her to quit all of her extracurricular activities to reduce the chance of any “incidents”. They tried to remove any ounce of excitement from her life, but Dami fought against their efforts. She was determined to live her life to the fullest despite her limitations. Unfortunately, her adrenaline-seeking exploits led to her becoming a victim of a small-time villain by the name of Foe Hawk who had escaped prison after losing a case to Dami’s mother. With her condition, Dami hardly stood a chance against him.

The news of her capture spread quickly, bringing fame to Foe Hawk and prompting other small-time villains to follow his lead. In no time, Dami’s parents hired private security to watch Dami at all hours. Her efforts lessened the frequency of Dami’s abductions. Up to that point, the villains had been inept amateurs trying to make a name for themselves, but the added challenge brought on a more serious contender with a personal vendetta against Amelia Shah. While her mother was in the midst of one of the biggest cases of state versus powered persons in the history of Texas, Dami was kidnapped by one of the more infamous villains in the area. He held her in a nuclear waste disposal facility where she was exposed to radioactive sludge.

The rescue that followed the incident proved to be one of the more dramatic rescues during her tenure as a damsel in distress. Dami awoke after the ordeal in the hospital but found that no one could quite see her. She soon realized that she was stuck in a dream. As usual, the dream was lucid, but she found that things looked a bit different. When she approached another sleeping patient, she found herself thrust into their dream. Over time, Dami learned how to communicate with others in their dreams and even learned to create within the dreams of others. She had a long way to go, but knew that there were many things she could learn from her new abilities.

Dream walking gave her an entire new lease on life that she didn’t have before. She no longer feared falling asleep, but was able to accept the power that her sleep gave her. Simone Burke, a friend of Dami’s parents, suggested Skybourne where Dami could develop her abilities in a safe environment and Dami jumped on the opportunity at new found independence in a heartbeat. She often doubts her value as hero support, but believes there is some place for her among the others at Skybourne. That is, if she can stay awake during her classes.

F A M I L Y

Amelia Shah (mother - alive) Amar Shah (father - alive)

C O N N E C T I O N S

Simone Burke: Simone is a family friend of the Shah’s and was the one who suggested Dami attend Skybourne to learn and develop her power.

Chantelle Dominiquez: The two have bonded over the high statues of their over-protective parents and the various ways they’ve rebelled over the years.