Posts by PhantomGeek

[ full name. ]
Saoirse Mira Hanoghan
(sear-sha mee-ra han-oh-gan)

[ nicknames. ]
Most just call her Mickey, as Saoirse is a bit complicated

[ age. ]
She is seventeen years old

[ gender. ]
Chick-fil-a

[ eye colour. ]
She has chocolate brown eyes

[ hair colour. ]
A dark red color

[ height. ]
She is 5' 7"

[ friends. ]
Open/TBD

[ enemies. ]
Open/TBD

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[ negative personality traits. ]
-Very quiet
-When she does speak, she's blunt
-Can be a pushover
-Too trusting
-A bit socially awkward
-Chronically late
-Sensitive
-Holds a grudge

[ positive personality traits. ]
-Can keep a secret
-Unknowingly brave
-Creative
-Smart
-Kind
-Comforting
-Patient
-Calm

[ mental strength. ]
Though quiet, she possesses a sharp and creative mind. This is definitely an 8 or 9

[ physical strength. ]
If one were generous, they could rank her as a 7. If one were critical, a 4. She's somewhere in the middle, really.

[ power stability. ]
Over her first power she has complete control, a 10, but she only recently developed her second ability, so that's still pretty low, a 5 at most.

[ power strength. ]
Her powers are not very volatile or necessarily strong, as they do not have to be. They are not normally used for fighting or anything of that sort. But the effect they can have is large, so they would probably be ranked at about a 7, maybe an 8.

[ discovery. ]
Mickey was born and raised (until she was 5 years old at least) in Ireland. At four years old, her sister was reading some Doctor Seuss book to her, and was called away to set the table. An intrepid little thing, Mickey tried to continue reading the book, but she did not know how to read. Growing bored of those efforts, she traced the outlines of the fantastical creatures. But the ink of which they were printed blurred and ran, causing the little girl to cry.
The ink ran off the book, leaving a blank page, and onto the sheets, where it settled in a crevasse. Despite not knowing how to read, Mickey was smart enough to know that make a mess of your big sister's new sheets was going to get her in trouble. Reaching for the ink, she pulled it up, but it just slipped through her fingers. Panicking as much as a four year old panics, she knew that she needed it to harden again, and not melt away. The next time she reached for the ink, she managed to grab hold of it, and she picked it up off the sheets, leaving no stain. Giggling, she began to play with the ink, and soon realized she didn't even need her hands at all. If she just waved about, the ink would follow her fingers.
Her mother came in to see what the noise was about, and screamed at the sight, causing Mickey to drop the ink, which splattered all over the rug.
The next day, Mickey was taken to a priest, whom her mother asked to exorcise the demons from her child. The man lit a bunch of candles, and called upon God to infuse the girl with holiness so as to scare away the devil. Mickey felt no different afterwards, but she got ice cream, so she figured everything was okay. And everything was okay for a year, until the first day of school. They were practicing their ABCs when Mickey's pencil snapped. She presented the problem to the teacher, but since the pencil sharpener was broken, the teacher gave her a pen. Mickey was, and still is, smart, and quickly finished the work, whereupon she began doodling. Her parents had hidden most pens and books so that the 'devil didn't possess her again', so she was happy to get to use one. Running out of space to doodle, she checked to make sure one one was looking, then pulled some ink out of the pen and made a little creature out of it. It hopped and ran back and forth across her desk as her fingers commanded it to, leaving little footprints that she would wipe up with her finger.
She wouldn't have been caught if it wasn't for Mary-Ann O'Donnel, who screamed. Mickey was sent home to angry parents. Her mother wanted to try the priest again, but her father said that it hadn't worked the last time, it wouldn't this time either. They had to stick the little demon with another demon, her grandmother.
And so, the next day, Mickey was shipped off to her grandmother's house in New York. Her grandmother had powers, too, if you hadn't guessed. She could encourage and revive plants, and her garden was often talked about in the city, it often bloomed well into the winter. Mickey was raised and taught by her grandmother. Not math and writing, which school was for, but how to control your powers, how to conceal them.
Mickey lived a happy life, but she missed her family. When she was 12 years old, all she wanted for Christmas was to see them. Her grandmother warned that no good would come out of it, but relented, and arranged for the girl to spend a week back in Ireland.
Mickey was very excited as she stepped off the plane, and her face lit up as she saw her family waiting at the airplane terminal. She expected it to be like the movies, where they open their arms and she would run to them and it would be a lovely reunion. But no such thing happened. They were very stiff, and the most she got was a quick handshake from her father.
It was a quiet, awkward car ride to the house. Her eldest brother, who was assigned to sit next to her, practically crawled out the window when she tried to ask him how he was.
It was a quiet, awkward week. Her family barely spoke to her, and all finished eating quickly at mealtimes. Mickey was assigned the room she had back when she lived with them, the ink splatter still on the floor. Lonely, Mickey pulled the ink off the floor, and created it into a bouquet of flowers, thinking to show them that it wasn't evil, that beauty could come from her gift. She set the flowers in a vase, and arranged it on the table for dinner.
The air was filled with tension even more than it had at previous meals. Mickey was the only one who ate, while her family mostly moved stuff around on their plate while risking glances at each other and at the flowers.
When Mickey asked for seconds, the tension burst, her mother screaming and throwing the vase at Mickey, who was too slow to duck. Scars still litter her forearms and chest, which is why she often wears long sleeved shirts and sweaters.
She was sent to her room while her parents arranged for a plane flight three days early. She tried to clean out the glass herself, but her fingers were too wobbly. Her sister snuck in and helped without a word. "I am not afraid." She told Mickey. "I am like you."
As if to prove it, she floated a bottle of alcohol and bandaids from the bathroom, and then applied them without using her hands. Mickey thanked her before the girl had to rush out to avoid being caught.
Mickey went home and her grandmother comforted her, and life went on. A year later, her sister joined them, shame but relief in her grin as they greeted her with hugs at the airport.
But money was tight, as her grandmother's social security would only stretch so far, and so her sister took up a part time job after school while Mickey applied to the school her grandmother went to. Her sister was already 17, and did not have any interest in going, so Mickey was sent alone, two years ago.

[ years at the academy ]
Only two years

[ powers & brief descriptions. ]
She has two powers:
Ink Manipulation
Yes, she can control ink. She can draw it up off the page, harden it, soften it, wield it like a sword or use it as an artist. She prefers the latter, and loves to draw, paint, and so on. She also likes to mess with people's tattoos as a prank.

Light Manipulation
She can add light to a room, or suck it away, both of which usually blind the people in it. She can also reflect light away from a certain object or person, thereby making them virtually invisible. Light is also color, so she can sometimes manage to conjure up a sort of real-life hallucination, so long as it is based on a certain person, but this requires a lot of energy.

[ rank. ]
Just a member

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[ romantic interest. ]
Open/TBD
Maybe Anders?

[ sexual orientation. ]
Pansexual

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[ nicknames. ]
Call me Om, Omnom, Omie, Omnomie, Nomie, really whatever as long as it has some semblance of my screenname

[ level of advancement. ]
I would like to say an 8, but sometimes muse falls and I'm a 6 at most. I try to avoid those days.

[ roleplay sample. ]
I might give you one anyway. ;)

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[ full name. ]
Elijah Beaumont
(ee-ly-hah bee-oh-mon-t)

[ nicknames. ]
Just call him Eli or Bo

[ age. ]
He's the venerable old age of 19

[ gender. ]
Dude-fil-a... Doesn't work as well, does it? He's male

[ eye colour. ]
With blue-grey eyes like those, he could conquer the world

[ hair colour. ]
Dark brown color

[ height. ]
6' even

[ friends. ]
Open/TBD

[ enemies. ]
Open/TBD

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[ negative personality traits. ]
-Arrogant
-Secretly insecure
-Never says no to a dare
-Hot headed
-Stubborn
-Trusting

[ positive personality traits. ]
-Secretly kind
-Brave
-Clever
-Loyal as a dog
-Eloquent
-Friendly

[ mental strength. ]
An 8 or 9, he's a clever boy

[ physical strength. ]
Probably a 7 or 8, he doesn't work out that much

[ power stability. ]
A 5, on a good day. (RUN)

[ power strength. ]
In the 7-8 range, 10 when he's angry. Which happens a lot, to be honest

[ discovery. ]
He lived a happy life as an only adopted child of a young couple. A week ago, he was being bullied by, well, bullies, and thunder rolled out of nowhere as a storm clouds gathered in the previously clear sky. The kids ran screaming as a twister began forming above Eli's head. He was knocked unconscious by a flying rock, and the whole thing dissipated. His parents then applied and sent him to the school, where he arrived a couple days ago.

[ years at the academy ]
He's a recent addition to the school, only been here a couple days

[ powers & brief descriptions. ]
He can manipulate the weather
Weather Manipulation
You can always tell Eli's mood by whether it's raining or sunny, snowing or windy. he can call up thunder, though he can't aim lightning and such, and attempt to create tornadoes. The larger stuff saps a good portion of his energy.

[ rank. ]
Just a member, may become a superior if the position isn't filled.

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[ romantic interest. ]
Open/TBD

[ sexual orientation. ]
Bisexual

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