School of the Mutants ~ RP ~ players needed

Name: Stormdancer Gender: F Age: 14 Gift: She can turn into a wolf/werewolf at will, although on the night of the full moon she turns to werewolf form and goes out of control. (I know that power isn't taken. However, i'm not sure about the others, so i'll make a list. Highlight the first on the list that's not taken, and that will be her second power.) Flight, superstrength, super speed, sonic howl. (I really want her to have flight, but if that's not okay, pretend she doesn't have wings in the pic below.) Crush: None, yet. Spouse: (over 19) Personality: a little very impulsive, completely fearless, not know for her wisdom, but can think in dire situations better than most, a bit vain, very outgoing. History: It was her twelfth birthday. No real party, but her family had gone bowling, and they had bought cake and ice-cream. Just a little family party. She was laying in bed, looking contentedly at the stars... And the moon. the beautiful, gorgeous, fat round moon. She felt an odd emotion surge up within her, like Adrenaline, fear, and anger, but mostly, an insatiable longing. She felt a howl tear through her throat, and her clothes stretch tight around her as they shrunk... or she grew. Terrified, and clamped her hands around her face, which was changing shape... growing furry... She crashed through the door, not bothering with the handle, her raised hackles smushed agaist the ceiling. she crashed down the stairs. One blow of her mighty claws, and the family's cat fell to the floor with a muffled thump. The dog under the table whimpered, and she was a bit surprised to realize she understood it. No... no... scared... confused... STOP!! it whimpered and barked. With a roar, she burst through the door and out into the street, creating an instant uproar. She awoke lying atop an overturned bus, thinking it had all been the weirdest dream of her life. She walked home, only to see most of it smashed to bits. Miraculously, her family was still alive. But, when she heard the news, her tears overflowed, choking her. Seven people dead, and many missing or injured. Tears streaming down her face, she ran out the remains of the door, her confused family calling after her... Picture/description: Not blonde but golden hair and fur, black markings, blue markings on cheeks, wolf ears and tail, and if flight is allowed, gold, black, and white falcon-like wings. Already at school? (Yes or no): no Castoff or runaway: kinda both, but more runaway. Other: nope. :3 User: CayugaLover Name: Vondrr Gender: M Age: 15, but you would think he's older. Gift: Teleporting, and long, deadly looking fangs. Also, a weakness: water. Crush: he's not interested in girls that way. He doesn't even know that one can be crushed, actually. Spouse: (over 19) Personality: Very naïve, confused, sweet, gentle, loyal, protective. Never curt. History: He's foreign, but not recognizably so. English is not his first language, He has a very odd accent, much like a purr, with a lot of 'v's. and no, he is not a vampire in any way, shape, or form. You would greatly offend him if you asked him if he were, if he knew what vampires are. Picture/description: He's nine feet tall. :3 Already at school? (Yes or no): Yeah, I guess so. Castoff or runaway: neither. Or, at least he's never mentioned a family. Only referred to one person in his past: the girl who gave him his necklace. Other: User: CayugaLover Name: Jack Blank Gender: M Age: 13 Gift: control and can talk to Machines, and an odd gift/curse of his forever mental companion: Khalix. Crush: none. Spouse: (over 19) Personality: impulsive, noble, honest, foolish at times. determined. loyal. History: he doesn't know who his parents are, or what his last name is. He appeared at a doorstep to an orphanage in a basket, with only him and a paper slip with a name: Jack. Picture/description: short blond hair, longish blond bangs, piercing blue eyes, and a odd scar around his right eye, cold and smooth to the touch and black as midnight, and, if you look very closely, tiny circuits. Already at school? (Yes or no): Yes. Castoff or runaway: both: castoff from whoever his real parents are, runaway from the orphanage. Other: User: CayugaLover Name: Cayuga. :)D yay, I get to be a mutant, too! :p) Gender: F Age: uh... I don't want to use my real age. (Against BYC rules. Sooo... teenage. ;) Gift: Shapeshift into anything, but not for more than an hour, or i'm stuck in that form forever (dun dun duuuuun!) And prophetic, not in dreams, but something just pops unbidden into her mind, or she blurts something out without thinking, and it just happens exactly as she says it will. (would've taken control over fire. :3 but it's taken. If prophecy is taken, then dream control in it's place.) Crush: I don't know, but I like both Jack and Vondrr, one my favorite story book character, and one I made up myself. (Jack's from the Jack Blank trilogy. Best. book. series. in. the. world.) Spouse: (over 19) nope. :3 Personality: Outgoing, funny, random, optimistic, vain at times, fearless (or stupid. All about your POV.), has a good IQ, but never uses it. ;) that's me. yup. History: I'm still living with my family, and I haven't discovered my power over shapeshifting yet, but I have already discovered my odd prophetic/dream powers, and joke about them sometimes. Picture/description: Fiery, wavy red hair beyond my hips, red bangs on the left side, past my lips now (need a trim >.I] ran away in between the last line and this one! :3 Derp. Other: That just about covers it, I believe. I really hope the powers aren't taken, they're my favorite powers. :3 User: CayugaLover I think that's a good start. A note: Please don't copy any of these character on any different RPs (except Jack, he's fine.) Vondrr and Stormdancer are both from stories i'm writing, and I would be sad if you stole them. Also, I'm me. You can't have me! You'll never take me alive! :3 :lol: :p
(Um. No flight for storm dancer. And you could say she has enhanced senses and endurance for her. Cause other wise it's counted as more than one power. Shape shifting into anything is too powerful and someone already has it. And saying something and it comes true is too powerful also. Srry. And vondrr can have the teleporting if he can see the place he teleports.)
 
Ari walked into the kitchen, grabbed an apple, then walked back out and down the hall. She ran up the two flights of stairs to the third floor and to her bedroom. She sat on her bed and bit into her apple, lost in thought about nothing and everything.

Luna smiled to herself as the air whipped her long black hair around her face and wings. She took in a long, deep breath, loving the feel of the wind through her hair and on her skin and feathers. This was the only thing about her powers that she loved. Flying was very exhilarating. It made her feel free. Especially at night, out in the stretch of blackness, it made her feel as if there was nothing else in the world but her and the open sky.
 
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Jean ate while she thought of the treehouse


Dylan came into the dining room and fixed himself some supper, sitting down to eat it

Arron's thought trail wander until he was side tracked off of building the house, and onto carving it. He thought how the block of wood would look as he shaped it into treehouse. How the grain of the wood would affect the result of the color. How the hardness of the wood would change the pattern left from the chisel. He knew just the piece of wood for this project; it was in his stash of blocks that he kept in his room. Suddenly, he stopped thinking about that and thought 'I really should get the real house built first...'
 
Arron's thought trail wander until he was side tracked off of building the house, and onto carving it. He thought how the block of wood would look as he shaped it into treehouse. How the grain of the wood would affect the result of the color. How the hardness of the wood would change the pattern left from the chisel. He knew just the piece of wood for this project; it was in his stash of blocks that he kept in his room. Suddenly, he stopped thinking about that and thought 'I really should get the real house built first...'
Jean looked up at him "What did you say?" She asked and looked around the room. She noticed Dylan and a few others eating, then looked back to Arron and pushed her empty plate aside to rest her elbows on the table.
 
Jean looked up at him "What did you say?" She asked and looked around the room. She noticed Dylan and a few others eating, then looked back to Arron and pushed her empty plate aside to rest her elbows on the table.
Arron snapped back to reality, "Oh," he said, "I was, umm, thinking... And I kind of got side tracked," his voice trailed off. He glanced nervously down at his plate and picked up the last corner of bread left from his sandwich. He leaned back in his chair and sighed.
 
Arron snapped back to reality, "Oh," he said, "I was, umm, thinking... And I kind of got side tracked," his voice trailed off. He glanced nervously down at his plate and picked up the last corner of bread left from his sandwich. He leaned back in his chair and sighed.
"Oh, sorry" Jean said blushing slightly. "I still have trouble not reading others when I get distracted"
 
(LIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!)

Angelos felt his back burst open. Small, featherless wings emerged, melded with his back, enlarged and grew feathers. He gritted his teeth to avoid screaming. He rose to his feet and grabbed a hand towel to dry the blood. He opened the balcony doors and leapt out, his wings spread behind him. He rose into the air and dove, then soared upward.
 
Dylan finished his supper and moved outside, watching the sky. He shifted into an owl and took off, flying around the school.
 

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