forum Zero To Hero // 4/4 // CLOSED

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GENERAL STUFF
Name: Kingsley Daniels
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Appearance: Kingsley has tanned, practically perfect skin. She wears light makeup, enough to hide her insecurities. Her medium brown hair reaches the middle of her back, falling in soft waves. Her eyes are a very simple brown.
Kingsley is also quite short, standing at only around 4'8". But don't let her height fool you. She is of average weight and slightly musclier than most people.
Her right leg ends at her knee, and she wears a prosthetic to allow movement. The leg was specially engineered by her father to still have her power run through it. The reason she has a prosthetic leg is because the tissue started to die off when she was a baby, so her parents opted to get rid of it.
Style: https://shoplook.io/outfit-preview/1817973
Personality: Kingsley is a very happy person. She always tries to make people laugh, and tries to see the best in every situation. It's extremely rare to see her upset. She wants to make everyone feel included, gaining her a lot of friends.
When it comes to fighting, Kingsley instantly switches. She becomes a leader and a problem-solver, trying to find the best way to overcome a situation. Teachers always seem to elect her as the leader in exercises, which she hates but doesn't want to object to.
Likes: Her parents, Sawyer, her powers, acting, drawing
Dislikes: Villains, mean people, homophobics
Background: Kingsley is a Legacy at Legacy High. Both of her parents were top students, and they were well-loved heroes. Her father was known as Glitch, having complete control over technology and being able to teleport through it. Her mother was known as Impulse, having super speed. They've since retired, but do public events and little shows.
Kingsley is the older of two, but only by a few minutes. She's really close with her twin, Sawyer. Sawyer came out as non-binary to Kingsley when they were both 15, but it didn't change anything. The only people that know about Sawyer's gender identity is Kingsley and Sawyer's boyfriend. Sawyer still hasn't come out to their parents as non-binary or gay (like they're both, but they haven't come out as either). Their parents don't know about Sawyer's boyfriend, and they still use their dead name.
Other:

HERO STUFF
Dorm #: 1
Year: 6th Year
Hero Name: Symphony
Powers: Kingsley has a mix of sound manipulation and seismic energy manipulation, though it is mainly sound manipulation. She can manipulate the sound waves in the air to do pretty much anything, from making someone deaf or destroying glass. The seismic energy manipulation mainly comes into the latter. She can use it to destroy stuff by throwing seismic 'rings' at them. She can also use it to propel herself upwards - this does not allow her to fly, she is still affected by gravity. It just lifts her into the air and she can fight there, but she will go down.
She also has what she calls 'Glitch Speed', a weird combination of her parents' powers. When she reaches a certain speed, she can glitch (teleport). Her top speed is only a little faster than average, and she can only glitch about a metre at a time. She doesn't use the ability very often.
Backstory: Kingsley was born with her powers, but they didn't really surface properly until she was about 3. The 'Glitch Speed' didn't surface until much later, when she was around 12 (and she'd started at Legacy High). Since it's pretty weak, the family thinks it was supposed to be Sawyer's power. They don't have any, being completely normal. Her parents think that if Sawyer had been born with the ability, it would have been much stronger.
Suit: https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/013/651/818/large/amelia-vidal-phil-boothman.jpg?1540569485

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP Kingsley was woken up by her alarm. She smacked it off with a hit, rolling out of bed. Another day of school. She walked over to her closet, grabbing out her clothes for the day. As she headed into the bathroom, she looked at Oskar in his bed. "Oskar. Get up. Time for school."

Ness refused to get out of bed. No matter that she would be late for class, and probably get yelled at, and maybe a detention. Her bed was warm and cozy, and getting out of bed didn't seem like anything she wanted to do. It was too much work.

Bella looked in the mirror, adjusting the hat she put on that she knew she'd get yelled at for, fixing her duster before nudging Ness in her bed. "Ness. You're gonna be late."

"No. I'm not getting out of my bed," Ness mumbled. "The blankets have acceptedme as one of their own, and if I leave now, I may lose their trust. You wouldn't know how it is, the delicate truce between human and their bed covers."

She got out of bed all the same. She looked a mess, with her hair all over the place, and her clothes, which she hadn't changed from yesterday, rumbled and dirty. It looked as though she had slept through a hurricane. Or maybe she was the hurricane.

"I don't see why you're making me get out of bed."

"Sorry for trying to keep you out of detention." Bella said, lacing up her boots. "Now c'mon, we can't be late."

"I've already had enough detentions for that place to be considered a second home," Ness grumbled. She brushed her hair and pulled on some semi-neat clothes before glancing longingly at her bed again.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP Kingsley was woken up by her alarm. She smacked it off with a hit, rolling out of bed. Another day of school. She walked over to her closet, grabbing out her clothes for the day. As she headed into the bathroom, she looked at Oskar in his bed. "Oskar. Get up. Time for school."

Oskar stirred, mumbling something about "Three more minutes," as he sank down deeper beneath his blankets, relishing in the warmth they offered. He tugged his pillow over his head, as if that could somehow protect him from the outside world and give him more time to laze in bed. Though, now that he'd been awakened, the little voice in the back of his mind started to scold him, warning him that if he drifted back to sleep, he'd probably get in trouble. He didn't like that little voice today, because it ruined any chances he had of continuing his peaceful slumber. He let out a tiny huff beneath the pillow before shoving it off with visible reluctance. He only slept a few hours, but that was mostly in his own fault. He'd made the choice to stay up until well after three in the morning watching videos on his phone, after all, but he chose to blame that on his insomnia.

Oskar stirred, mumbling something about "Three more minutes," as he sank down deeper beneath his blankets, relishing in the warmth they offered. He tugged his pillow over his head, as if that could somehow protect him from the outside world and give him more time to laze in bed. Though, now that he'd been awakened, the little voice in the back of his mind started to scold him, warning him that if he drifted back to sleep, he'd probably get in trouble. He didn't like that little voice today, because it ruined any chances he had of continuing his peaceful slumber. He let out a tiny huff beneath the pillow before shoving it off with visible reluctance. He only slept a few hours, but that was mostly in his own fault. He'd made the choice to stay up until well after three in the morning watching videos on his phone, after all, but he chose to blame that on his insomnia.

"No, get the fuck up." She tapped her foot on the ground before walking into the bathroom and hopping into the shower. The tap sent an invisible sound wave to under Oskar's bed. When in position, the sound wave silently exploded. It launched Oskar out of bed but didn't do any physical damage to anything.

"Would avoiding one really kill you, though?" Bella asked, pulling the messenger bag she used for books on to her shoulder, turning towards the door.

Oskar let out some undignified yawp as he was launched from the comfort of his bed and onto the floor, still entangled in his mess of blankets. "That was— not necessary." He scrambled clumsily to his feet, unwrapping his ankles from the sheets before picking the blankets up and sloppily wadding them up. He chucked them onto his mattress and dragged himself over to one of the dresser drawers, where he rummaged around for his clothes. A slightly wrinkled pair of dark jeans, a band t-shirt, and a jacket would do him just fine.

("No. I'm not getting out of my bed," Ness mumbled. "The blankets have accepted me as one of their own, and if I leave now, I may lose their trust. You wouldn't know how it is, the delicate truce between human and their bed covers." –Ness. This is a quote to live by. I will use it in the future when people try to wake me up in the wee hours of the morning for college.)

(Or even whenever someone tries to wake you up. It has served me well, and everyone deserves to benefit from this wisdom XD)

"Yes it would." Ness gave a yawn and stretched her hands over her head, popping her joints. "Mrs. Taylor hasn't seen me in three whole days! How will she ever survive?"
She pulled her jacket on, a green army jacket with patches and patterns all over it, and reluctantly followed Bella as she left the room. Her backpack seemed to weigh a ton, and she wondered what on earth had struck her, to make her want to go to this school and learn. Ew.

Oskar let out some undignified yawp as he was launched from the comfort of his bed and onto the floor, still entangled in his mess of blankets. "That was— not necessary." He scrambled clumsily to his feet, unwrapping his ankles from the sheets before picking the blankets up and sloppily wadding them up. He chucked them onto his mattress and dragged himself over to one of the dresser drawers, where he rummaged around for his clothes. A slightly wrinkled pair of dark jeans, a band t-shirt, and a jacket would do him just fine.

(omigod omigod omigod YAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWPPPPPPPPPP!)

When Kingsley was finished in the shower, she got changed and fixed her hair. She was definitely a morning person, and having showers in the morning work her up. She grabbed her crutch and hopped back to her bed, pulling on her prosthetic after she sat down.

"I don't know, I think Mrs. Taylor misses you." Bella said sarcastically, straightening her hat again. "She's turned her petty scolding to others, even."

"You mean Bella the Best actually got yelled at?" Ness gave a mock gasp of surprise. "Oh no! Someone call the authorities and have whoever did it arrested!"

The speakers crackled, then a voice came through. "All students report to the cafeteria for breakfast. Repeat: all students report to the cafeteria for breakfast." It crackled again, then it stopped.
Kingsley sighed. "Time for breakfast, I guess."

(Yawp indeed. Doesn't everyone let out an undignified yawp when they're launched from the comfort of their bed? I know I sure do.)

It took very little time for Oskar to get ready. He brushed his teeth thoroughly, but he most certainly didn't bother acknowledging his hair, despite the mild cow-lick he was suffering from. He wore a beanie, anyways, so maybe it wouldn't matter. He slipped into his clothes— accidentally putting the shirt on backwards once and having to turn it around the right way. Soon, he was ready, clad in his typical attire, clothed so that the chances of him making skin-to-skin contact with anyone else would be near impossible, unless someone decided to touch his face, though there was no good reason to do that.
"It's too early for eating," Oskar commented blankly, feeling as anti-breakfast as ever.

(i literally love dead poets and i will be upset if that is not what you're referencing)

Kingsley sighed and began to push Oskar out of the room. "Come on, Oskar."
People always judged her for rooming with a guy - and it was probably the other way round for him too. But she didn't care. They'd gotten relatively close since being roomed together in 1st year. And it wasn't like she was gonna have sex with him or anything - gross.
"Besides, breakfast isn't that bad. Most important meal of the day, isn't it?"

(Walt Whitman, yes? He's the only poet that I can recall using the word yawp, which has most certainly became a favorite word of mine as of late.)

Oskar didn't have anything questionable in mind when it came to rooming with her, either, for more reasons than one. Maybe it was because he was fairly innocent-minded for his age— and a virgin. Or perhaps it had to do with any sort of physical contact being potentially dangerous for the other individual. Even further, it could've simply been because he knew she had zero interest in him, and he had never really been interested by her as anything more than a lovable (and sometimes bossy) friend, anyways.
"No. My stomach sleeps in later than I do," he complained. "Breakfast gives me indigestion." He paused momentarily, squinting thoughtfully. "Except for muffins. Those are always great for breakfast. Particularly blueberry ones."

(no i was talking about the movie….dead poets society? its really, really good)

"Well I'm sure they have blueberry muffins." When they got to their cafeteria, the seating arrangements had already been given. You always sat with the other person in your dorm, as well as another dorm. For some reason at Legacy High, dorms simply meant singular rooms rather than a set of rooms. Kingsley looked at the board. "Hmm. We're at table 4 with Dorm 2."

(Oh— erm— well— I suppose I just blatantly revealed that I am way too big of a nerd. But, for the record, Walt Whitman is a poet, he is dead, and he uses the word yawp. But… that's not important. Ahem. I actually have never heard of that movie, unfortunately. What's it about?)

Oskar squinted at the board skeptically through the dingy lens of his glasses. "Alright. Cool, cool." He glanced around the cafeteria for table four, chewing his lip thoughtfully as his eyes scanned the room. "Is that table four over there?"