forum "Do you know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed." O/O (very much so closed, but you can stalk)

Started January 25, 2020 by @Dirt

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Basically, a high school, run by the government, for teens with superpowers. Do these munchkins pick good or evil? Romance to spice this mess up. I'm a stickler for DrAma

I just really want an excuse to write a characters descent into evil. You can't stop me, only delay the inevitable.

The character I wanna use is straight- female. She's also low-key gonna become the villain-

-Character sheet thingy-
Name-
Nickname-
Gender-
Age- (16-18)
Power-
Rules of their power-
Control over power?- yes/no
How much control do they have-
weakness-
Fears-
Strangths-
Looks-
Clothing-
Personality-
Family- (if any)
Pets- (if any)
Other-

-Rules-

• curse if ye wish, but tread lightly for the gods listens
  -I hold the right to yeet you from the RP at any time
  -I can and WILL ask for a sample of your writing if I haven't stalked you before
  -PUNCTUATION!!!! Idec if its completely right, if you run on, I will run oUt.
  -Don't spam. I'm gone for random long periods of time.
  -IF YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE TELL ME. I DON'T LIKE BUMPING RPS. I HAVE ANXIETY

-Rules of the school-
-the children's live on campus
-there is a curfew
-they can go home on weekends, and holidays
-powers are not permitted outside of the school (kinda like Hogwarts)
-the government wishes to keep the childrens hush hush, and can and will silence them permanently if they have to. :)

Hmmmm, anyway- here's my gal-

Name- Mavi Crow
Nickname- Vetch
Gender- Female
Age-(16-18) 17
Power- poison
Rules of their power- Mavi can basically leak poison from her body. flooding the air around her with a thick wave of either virtago, or make those around her feel like they are burning from the inside out.  If to much of her power is used, the effects can be reversed on her.
Control over power?- some
How much control do they have- when is a calm state of mind, her powers can be used with lethal accuracy. But when in a state of rage or sorrow, she can have little to no control.
weakness-water, when doused with it, her poison finds it hard to seep into the air around her. Her own emotions, like I said above. They can either help her, or destroy her.
Fears- heights, clowns, right cramp spaces
Strangths- TBD
Looks- Long honey blond hair that reaches her mid-back, fair porcelain skin, marked only with a birthmark on the left side of her neck, along with a few scars from her childhood. Large Oval, emerald green eyes. stands at about 5'10, and weighs 150.
Clothing- while Mavi does enjoy a dress from time to time, she would much prefer a plain colored T-shirt, or a shirt with a 'save the earth' logo. Jeans, or shorts are more to her liking, along with high tops, or just plain flats.
Personality- can be shy when she first meets new people, but will eventually warm up to them and become a complete weirdo. Known to be head strong, and will defend her opinion until she's blue in the face. Kinda out going if in the right environment. Struggles with doing things for the greater good. If deemed necessary, she will take actions into her own hands, even if her methods aren't seen as right by others.
Family- (if any) a older brother named Vesuvius Crow, parents are MIA
Pets- (if any)nope
Other- always wanted a dog, never got one.

(This is from a rp):
Donny gestured to his trailer. “You just gave me crap about how clean I am and now you’re going to ask me if I clean?”
The boy shook his head with a laugh. “And you better sleep more, Mre. Insomnia? I understand— so you take sleep where you get it.”
The boy took up whistling as he began to clean his plate in the diminutive sink. The ivory paint was chipping but other than that it was spotless. He slipped his plate into its corresponding cabinet, finishing off the last of his tea as well.

(This is from a book. It was the only part that didn’t have a bunch of dialogue, cuz that’s what I do lol)
He swiveled around, pressing his back onto the cool floor again. He wrapped his hands around the metal tray, now littered with only crumbs. Yuki started humming, smacking the tray on the floor periodically.
By the time night fell, Yuki had received roughly three noise complaints from nearby capsules. Did that stop him? Nope.
It wasn’t until two figures walked into view that he stopped his personal orchestra. One was clearly Reich, based on the burly form of his. The other figure looked feminine, but Yuki could only make out the dim outline.
They muttered to each other, occasionally glancing over at the boy’s cell. Yuki slid up to the glass and forced his face against it. He mumbled loudly, his jaw now numb due to the needles. Even if they took his mask off, he doubted he would be able to speak anyway.
He could tell Reich was upset by the way he carried himself. He wasn’t upholding his usual cocky posture. He looked more intimidated than assertive.
Yuki cocked his head. Whoever this woman was, Reich certainly held her to a high standard.

Name- Mason Tarashi
Nickname- (Whatever name anyone calls him)
Gender- Male h/h
Age- 18
Power- Blade Manifestation
Rules of their power- From within any part of their body, Mason can generate a blade. The blade is like that of a sword with iridium-like coloring. The blades can only reach out about 12 inches and are normally curved. He tends to create these blades on the sides of his forearms. (I can draw this if you want a visual).
Control over power?- Yes.
How much control do they have?- A lot. However, sometimes, when he’s unconscious or dreaming, he can generate blades by accident in response to his dream. He can also push past the 12 inch limit, but it causes his skin to break open.
Weakness- Anything orbital; like bullets, arrows, or ranged attacks that he can’t deflect.
Fears- Mason doesn’t really fear much, so I’ll leave this TBD
Strengths- Close combat / sword fighting / sarcasm / charm
Looks- Mason has brown hair dark in contrast to his piercing emerald eyes. His smile is crooked, yet some find it charming. His build is more fit than considered thin, and he stands about 6’0.”
Clothing- The occasional graphic T-shirt, paired with jeans and decks. He tries to get clothes with already more holes in them, so when he generates his swords, he ceases to rip more.
Personality- Extremely sarcastic and always grinning. He loves the thrill of the fight and a lot of people describe him as tricky. He relies on his tactics, not strengths, in a fight.
Family- He has no clue.
Pets- None.
Other- Where he mainly summons his blades, his skin is hurt and torn, so Mason wears armbands that almost look like gauntlets in order to ease this.

(Wow he's really cool.)

The school was nothing short of impressive. Three stories tall with dorms on either sides only seemed to add to the awe facter. And had it not been government owned, Mavi would have questioned who paid for all this.
Not the students that would have been for sure. Most where either orphaned, came from middle class family's, or where the occasional spoiled rich kids. But they still wouldn't have had enough money for this.
One would have thought the inside would have been clean cut just like the outside. But if that was the case- they'd be dreaming.
Special glass was framed by doors that where only more durable. Walls lined with some of the strongest materials known to man- well more like only the government knew of it.
Just like the government knew of them, the kids cursed with inhuman powers. Knew of the more dangerous ones who's powers manifested from a young age, and only grew as time went on.
Of course some didn't actually know of their powers until the rip old age of teenage hood- which is why this school had been created.
A place to keep them locked as if they where a plague to be contained. In the long run that's what they where- that's what she felt like.

(Oml this is so amazing already I love your writing)

Mason had never really thought of this place like a prison, but every time the thought entered his mind, he didn’t deny it.
You see, this was all he ever knew. Abandoned at a young age, he was forced to be raised by way of the school. Even now, as he propped himself against the front gate, he believed all of this to be remotely normal. Which, to others, it clearly wasn’t.
He shot out blades periodically, many of them just reaching over 3 inches. This habit had stayed with him his whole life. If he doesn’t keep constantly using this power, his skin grew very irritated.
He adjusted the gauntlet on his left hand, pulling a diminutive lever that opened up area on his forearm. A blade instantly shot through, and he inspected the iridium, taking a small cloth to it and beginning to polish. If he didn’t take care of the blades, they felt extremely uncomfortable within him.
Mason’s eyes wandered across the campus. Was he supposed to be in class? Maybe. Was he? Nope. His stupid rebellious nature— hah, he liked it.
So, in response, he simply stood there, breathing in the fresh morning air.

(Ahhh thank you. I really love your writing too!)

Mavi was snapped from her thoughts by a bell. What the bell meant she didn't know. Its not like bells dismissed them from one class to the next.
It wasn't a normal school after all.
They didn't focus on math or history, they focused on understanding a power not even their teachers did. Learning control.
For Mavi, that was gaining control of her emotions.
A few kids sprung from their seats gathering their things quickly, before darting out the door.
Mavi thought it was a fire drill At first. Some kid who couldn't control a "gift" of fire could have lit some part of the school on fire-
"see you all on monday, Have a fun weekend." As if the Teachers really cared if they had fun-
but it seemed the bell dismissed the kids with family's to go home for two days. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone home to see her brother. Years- the school wouldn't let her.
He was after all- what some would call a criminal, using his powers for evil.

Mason perked his ears as the bell sounded. He refused to move from his position— still leaning there and polishing.
“Mase,” a voice called. Mason’s eyes wandered over to the small figure beside him. A younger girl, maybe 16, was walking through the gates, followed by other students.
“Yes?” he replied, turning his attention back to his blades.
“You weren’t in class again,” she murmured, proceeding to walk. She turned around so she could face him as she padded backward. “They’re gonna kick you from your classes. You know that, right?”
Mason grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Like they can touch me,” he chuckled. As he said this, he flexed his entire body, large spikes poking out across his back and forearms. He looked like a menacing porcupine— except with blades instead of quills.
The girl rolled her eyes, flipping back around. “Alright, whatever Quillie. See you Monday.”
Mason laughed again, shaking his head and dismissing the students as they passed him.

Mavi spoted the kid with the knives coming out of his back. Porcupine, she thought to herself with a small hit of amusement.
But he wasn't who she'd came racing down to see.
If she could have, Mavi would have flown, But she wasn't like Tyson who could grow wings from his back.
And it just so happened, that Tyson was who she was looking for. Who she obviously just missed. She heard his laugh ring out over the chatter of other students, and let off a string of curses.
"Traitor!" She called after him, and knew darn well that he heard her, as he met her with another joyous laugh.
They had a group project together, and it just so happened that he was always flying away before she could catch him.

Mason looked at the sources of the calls shooting back and forth, raising his eyebrows. Seems like that voice was from Mavi. He would smile and nod as they passed in the halls but he always felt she was too smart and too high power for him. Though, of course, he would absolutely never let her know that.
He finally finished cleaning his blades and lifted himself from the gate, pushing through the crowd of students. Of course… everyone was going home— yet Mason couldn’t. He didn’t have one, and even if he did, he had no clue where it was or would be.
He hung his head slightly and put his hands into his pockets, the gauntlets getting somewhat stuck on the lip of the jeans. He shoved them in regardless, his pants now sagging lower but not to a point of concern. It just added to his rebellious demeanor.
He smiled and gestured to some people in greeting as they passed, noting their mutations or whatnot. He knew almost every student— granted, he had grown up here, raised by the staff and headmaster.
Well, he knew every student. He wasn’t friends with them all. Mostly just passive and friendly, but never grew close. People knew him as the sarcastic funny school-friend that you wouldn’t necessarily hang out with outside of class.
Thing is… Mason just really never went to class.

Mavi let out a frustrated groan, never taking a step further then the school gates. She could leave if she wanted- its just the school kept a tracker on her.
Kids with known villains in their family had a tracker on them. A small thing injected into their forearm as soon as they agreed to go to this school.
Something that the government would never take out. But its not like she planed to go evil on them.
She'd make that point one day. After she proved herself to the headmaster.

Mavi noticed the porcupine walking away- not really remembering his name or who he was. But he always seemed friendly- "hey!" She called after him.
She wasn't angry enough that poison filled the air around her, so what was stopping her from making a new friend?

Mason almost choked as he heard the girl’s voice. He stopped and pivoted on his heel, taking his hands out of his pockets and brushing his hair aside.
“H-hey,” he replied sheepishly. He was normally really cool with talking to people but… something about her made him shaky and nervous— thing is, not necessarily in a bad way. She was mysterious to him like that. Part of him thought it was cool.
His hand brushed to the back of his neck as his childish eyes looked up. His hair tangled in his gauntlet but he didn’t seem to care— it happened often.
The nerve caused a blade to peek out of his hand and slice into the side of his cheek. He winced slightly but it didn’t phase him, he was used to this. The blade retracted right as he registered the pain, but a small stream of blood trickled down his face. Mason looked extremely embarrassed but tried to play if off as best he could.

The thing about having a poison that made people dizzy, is that Mavi always seemed to notice when others seemed even the smallest bit of balance. She just couldn't tell if it was because of her abilities or not.

"Are you okay?" She asked noting the blade that'd sliced his cheek. She pulled back a few steps, taking a few deep breaths as she did. "Heck- did I cause that?" She asked cautiously. Her face twisted in a way of apology.
Even as she spoke with him, Mavi was racking her brain for his name. She made it a point to know everyone she had classes with- even if they never showed up. Even if they where jerks like Tyson-
"Do you need to go to the nurse? I'd be more than happy to take you- especially if I did cause that," she jestered to the blood tuning down his face.

Mason laughed sheepishly, hastily wiping the sanguine away.
“No, no no no, it’s ok,” he replied. “It… happens often. No worries, Mavi.”
Spikes popped up from around his body as he fiddled with his hands. His eyes darted back and forth as he watched students leave. Part of him wished to leave, but his reputation had caused nothing but spite between him and the headmaster. He didn’t have the best relationship with the authorities…
“So… so, what’s up?” he asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

He knew her name- Mavi thought of asking his. But she was still to busy racking her brain for it.
"Oh I was just wandering, why you hadn't been in class lately." Lately was an understatement, She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him actually in the school. "We have a history class together." The truth is, Mavi hadn't really planed what she'd say before hand. Hadn't even thought of it before it came out of her mouth.
"I mean, aren't you the headmasters son? Wouldn't that mean you should be in class?"
Of course most kids in the school where orphaned, or not welcome home. But she'd heard rumors about Mason being the headmasters son, and for the most part, Mavi believed those rumours.

Mason laughed breathily, brushing off his shirt. “W-well, I guess so,” he mumbled, smiling bashfully. “But, I don’t really do ‘class.’”
He lifted his hands, wiggling his fingers in quotes as he said the word ‘class.’
“And, I’m not technically the headmaster’s son,” he said, though he didn’t feel like elaborating. The headmaster has simply raised him— and by ‘raised him,’ Mason meant ‘pushed to be the best student.’
Despite never going to class, Mason had extremely good grades. An A in every single one. So he used this excuse as to why he shouldn’t be punished. For the most part, the staff listened.
A blade pushed through one of the holes in his gauntlet and he quickly wrapped his hands behind his back, making sure to keep any from potentially cutting a nearby student.
It’s odd… normally he had so much more control. Though, he guessed he found a weakness— talking to girls.
Still, he felt like Mavi knew what he meant. Sometimes the staff felt like parents to the students without other family. From what he had heard, Mavi didn’t have parents either.

Mavi nodded her head in understanding. If the threat of being thrown out of the school didn't loom over her, she'd probably skip class too.
Heck, She'd once herd rumors of a kid being locked up simply for skipping to many classes. After all, its not the the government wanted angry teens with abilities running around.
"Oh- oh my gosh I'm so sorry," Mavi's face turned a brilliant shade of red, her Embarrassment taking her mind off keeping her poison in check.
"I should know better then to listen to rumours. I just assumed-" she noted the blade, wondering if it was because she'd upset him.
"I'm sorry," Mavi said with a cringe. As hard as she'd tried in recent years, it seemed like she was always offending the people she tried to make friends with.

Mason’s eyes widened as he looked back and forth between the blades and Mavi.
“O-oh, haha, no— no worries, really. You’re good, many people think that,” he said, his grin genuine. He tried to hide the blade more. In response, it sunk back into his skin. He pulled the lever on the gauntlet, the hole closing back up.
“You really don’t need to apologize,” Mason said, trying to calm his own nerves.
His eyes glanced over to the closing front gates. A couple staff members were seeing the last of the students off for the weekend. The gates screeched to a halt and here Mason was… yet another weekend in his 18 years of life he wouldn’t be going to a home.
He quickly looked behind himself, seeing offices and classrooms now deserted. He pushed the air from his lungs harshly.
He really, really did not want to go back to his dorm and stay there yet another boring while.
Realizing he was probably being distant, he turned his attention back to Mavi, his face flushed completely.