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Player: Awesomist
Name: Reem
Picture:Reem
Age: 17
Power: Self Duplication
Role: Sophomore Student
Short Biography:
Player: Emperor_Nero
Name: Nero Archon, referred to by students and faculty as "Dr. Archon"
Picture: http://fashioninbeats.tumblr.com/image/75056487782
Age: 28
Power: Mind functions like a supercomputer
Role: teacher who leads/organizes rebellion
Short Biography:
Player: Thaedael
Name: Mithos Martel
Picture: http://www.majhost.com/gallery/Artea/Bored/yu0gbgg.jpg
Age: 26
Power: Immortality
Role: Graduate
Short Biography:
Name: Reem
Picture:Reem
Age: 17
Power: Self Duplication
Role: Sophomore Student
Short Biography:
As a kid, there was no stopping her. She was one of those always hyper kids, who would jump up and down and wreak havoc across her family's house. The neighbors would complain about her causing noise, and her siblings would constantly fight her at times. However, there was nothing special to be noted of her, nothing too special anyways. However, as Reem entered high school, her life got more and more stressful. She had projects to do, exams to study for, assignments to submit, parties to dance in and boys to go out with. She simply wished she could be in more than one place at the same time, to be able to effectively and literally multi-task and have fun. Life would be a blast if we could do that but it's not possible, right?
Wrong. Reem already had that taken care of. Once, her parents forbid her from going to a party she had been looking forward to attending. All she needed to do was close her eyes and concentrate really hard, and when she opened her eyes an exact replica of her appeared just before her. Undeniably, she was scared at first, but after an hour of calming down and another of training, she mastered it. Her replica knew everything there is to know about Reem, her voice, her memories, her emotions, everything. She commanded her clone to sleep, while she dressed up and ran for the party.
Her life changed upside down after her discovery. She started learning more tricks, and could duplicate herself into more than one clone. She would send one to do her homework, another one to meet with her friends for a school project, and a third one to finish her house chores. It was heaven, she had all the time in the world to do anything she wanted. Her mother got suspicious though, she noticed Reem using up her clothes very fast and they needed rewashing every so often. Tracing her one day, she almost passed out unconscious when she saw her daughter literally talking to herself.
After what her family preferred to call it "talk", they felt compelled to send her to the hospital. The doctor received threats from the Lebanese government if the word broke loose, and a ticket to the US was sent to Reem alongside all the supplies she needed to stay there including clothes and whatnot. Her family were informed that their daughter died, and a clone of Reem was thrown in a casket and sent to her family to mourn. Little they knew that their precious daughter was now on the other side of the world, in a school built in LA specially for those.. specials, or freaks. It is her Sophomore year now, and Reem still hates everything that has to do with anything this school does. She still carefully plans her escape, begging to seize any opportunity she finds.
Wrong. Reem already had that taken care of. Once, her parents forbid her from going to a party she had been looking forward to attending. All she needed to do was close her eyes and concentrate really hard, and when she opened her eyes an exact replica of her appeared just before her. Undeniably, she was scared at first, but after an hour of calming down and another of training, she mastered it. Her replica knew everything there is to know about Reem, her voice, her memories, her emotions, everything. She commanded her clone to sleep, while she dressed up and ran for the party.
Her life changed upside down after her discovery. She started learning more tricks, and could duplicate herself into more than one clone. She would send one to do her homework, another one to meet with her friends for a school project, and a third one to finish her house chores. It was heaven, she had all the time in the world to do anything she wanted. Her mother got suspicious though, she noticed Reem using up her clothes very fast and they needed rewashing every so often. Tracing her one day, she almost passed out unconscious when she saw her daughter literally talking to herself.
After what her family preferred to call it "talk", they felt compelled to send her to the hospital. The doctor received threats from the Lebanese government if the word broke loose, and a ticket to the US was sent to Reem alongside all the supplies she needed to stay there including clothes and whatnot. Her family were informed that their daughter died, and a clone of Reem was thrown in a casket and sent to her family to mourn. Little they knew that their precious daughter was now on the other side of the world, in a school built in LA specially for those.. specials, or freaks. It is her Sophomore year now, and Reem still hates everything that has to do with anything this school does. She still carefully plans her escape, begging to seize any opportunity she finds.
Player: Emperor_Nero
Name: Nero Archon, referred to by students and faculty as "Dr. Archon"
Picture: http://fashioninbeats.tumblr.com/image/75056487782
Age: 28
Power: Mind functions like a supercomputer
Role: teacher who leads/organizes rebellion
Short Biography:
Nero Archon is recognized by the world as brilliant, being able to do advanced calculus by the fourth grade. His IQ is nearly unmatched at 245. But his unimaginable intelligence is not without explanation, though no one else knows why. His mind is basically a supercomputer, with one hundred percent of his mind functioning every millisecond. Additionally, he can mentally tap into networks, override electronics with a touch, perform a web search in seconds, provide any answer, ever.
His area of study is mostly theoretical physics in addition to genetics and some political sciences. He is a very quirky fellow, always organized and thoughtful, and, through his time at the School, has been known to not only catch the eye of some female students, but also engage in... Intimate relations with a few. Particularly those that can beat him in chess (to date... No one has... Unless he lets them.)
He was selected to teach some more traditional courses at the School, and is well aware of the cruel procedure, and determined to stop it, considering his "specialty" himself. He also coaches the more mental-based specials to control and manipulate their powers. He is the School's resident genius.
Due to his strange mind, it is near impossible to control his actions/thoughts/emotions without some kind of knowledge in advanced circuitry. Any unfamiliar with the workings of a computer will simply find his mind too complex to handle. This makes him hard to control or manipulate, making him the obvious leader for any rebellion or fight between specials.
His degrees include a PhD in Physics, a PhD in Genetics, a Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering, and several Bachelors Degrees in various languages and other topics. He speaks thirty seven languages fluently, including English, German, Mandarin, Japanese, Russian, Spanish, Arabic, and Latin.
His area of study is mostly theoretical physics in addition to genetics and some political sciences. He is a very quirky fellow, always organized and thoughtful, and, through his time at the School, has been known to not only catch the eye of some female students, but also engage in... Intimate relations with a few. Particularly those that can beat him in chess (to date... No one has... Unless he lets them.)
He was selected to teach some more traditional courses at the School, and is well aware of the cruel procedure, and determined to stop it, considering his "specialty" himself. He also coaches the more mental-based specials to control and manipulate their powers. He is the School's resident genius.
Due to his strange mind, it is near impossible to control his actions/thoughts/emotions without some kind of knowledge in advanced circuitry. Any unfamiliar with the workings of a computer will simply find his mind too complex to handle. This makes him hard to control or manipulate, making him the obvious leader for any rebellion or fight between specials.
His degrees include a PhD in Physics, a PhD in Genetics, a Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering, and several Bachelors Degrees in various languages and other topics. He speaks thirty seven languages fluently, including English, German, Mandarin, Japanese, Russian, Spanish, Arabic, and Latin.
Player: Thaedael
Name: Mithos Martel
Picture: http://www.majhost.com/gallery/Artea/Bored/yu0gbgg.jpg
Age: 26
Power: Immortality
Role: Graduate
Short Biography:
Mithos was, for all intents and purposes, content with his life just the way it was. He was a medical mystery, one of the many mutants that were gathered in the first wave of bizarre outbreaks of human genome mutations. Where as others had powers that could be used for harm, or even weaponized, he was simply a man that could never truly be killed.
His parents discovered this at an early age, when he was merely a few years old. Like any child, he would fall, scrape, and bruise himself through the trials and tribulations of learning to walk. His parents noticed that scrapes and heals would gloss over and be healed within a few hours or days of the event, regardless of how bad it may have seemed.
As he continued to grow older, this gave him a sense of invincibility, for no matter the pain or harm, he was able to dust himself off, and continue on his way. That was, until he got into a car crash one day while fighting with his mother in the car. She was sent to the emergency room, her ribcage crushed against the wheel of the car, and he was declared brain dead at the scene, his skull crashing against the front dashboard when they had been struck from the side by another car.
He was kept on life support in the ICU, pending approval from both Mother and Father before he could be removed from the life support. However, over time, he got better, while his Mother's condition worsened. Bad breaks and fractures in the bones begun to heal fully in weeks, lacerations and cuts closing up with scabs, before disappearing all together. As the doctors watched in awe, his brain begun to rewire itself, before finally, he was awake just before his ninth birthday, two full years after the accident. He had survived unlike his mother, and his father had worked himself to exhaustion to pay for the bills.
Curious, his doctors begun to talk to the father, intent on studying the boy, and learning exactly what had happened to him. They were willing to compensate the father for the tests, and Mithos agreed, trying to make his life easier for his father, and to hopefully one day help others that wound up similar situations, so that other would be able to survive and recover.
When research truly begun, it did not take long for the school to take interest. Through subterfuge and illegal activities, they had manage to strip all meaning from the research, making it appear as if were nothing more than a once-in-a-liftime miracle as opposed to the mutation it actually was. After which, they killed his father with traceless drugs.
With no real reason to say no, or any real reason to live for, he was accepted into the school to be taught, trained, and contained. There the research picked up where it had left off when it was under the supervision of the hospital, and breakthroughs were being made with his genome.
Upon graduation, he was transferred to detention. As always, he was content in his life, happy to just be alive. He had no real meaning, no real motivation or drives, but he was never felt lacking or left wanting. He was fed, he had a bed, and there were others. It was this sense of apathy that had turned the graduates off from his personality, but it did little to bother him.
His parents discovered this at an early age, when he was merely a few years old. Like any child, he would fall, scrape, and bruise himself through the trials and tribulations of learning to walk. His parents noticed that scrapes and heals would gloss over and be healed within a few hours or days of the event, regardless of how bad it may have seemed.
As he continued to grow older, this gave him a sense of invincibility, for no matter the pain or harm, he was able to dust himself off, and continue on his way. That was, until he got into a car crash one day while fighting with his mother in the car. She was sent to the emergency room, her ribcage crushed against the wheel of the car, and he was declared brain dead at the scene, his skull crashing against the front dashboard when they had been struck from the side by another car.
He was kept on life support in the ICU, pending approval from both Mother and Father before he could be removed from the life support. However, over time, he got better, while his Mother's condition worsened. Bad breaks and fractures in the bones begun to heal fully in weeks, lacerations and cuts closing up with scabs, before disappearing all together. As the doctors watched in awe, his brain begun to rewire itself, before finally, he was awake just before his ninth birthday, two full years after the accident. He had survived unlike his mother, and his father had worked himself to exhaustion to pay for the bills.
Curious, his doctors begun to talk to the father, intent on studying the boy, and learning exactly what had happened to him. They were willing to compensate the father for the tests, and Mithos agreed, trying to make his life easier for his father, and to hopefully one day help others that wound up similar situations, so that other would be able to survive and recover.
When research truly begun, it did not take long for the school to take interest. Through subterfuge and illegal activities, they had manage to strip all meaning from the research, making it appear as if were nothing more than a once-in-a-liftime miracle as opposed to the mutation it actually was. After which, they killed his father with traceless drugs.
With no real reason to say no, or any real reason to live for, he was accepted into the school to be taught, trained, and contained. There the research picked up where it had left off when it was under the supervision of the hospital, and breakthroughs were being made with his genome.
Upon graduation, he was transferred to detention. As always, he was content in his life, happy to just be alive. He had no real meaning, no real motivation or drives, but he was never felt lacking or left wanting. He was fed, he had a bed, and there were others. It was this sense of apathy that had turned the graduates off from his personality, but it did little to bother him.
