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Groups Closed.

Sorry fellas. ): Please stop sending in applications.

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Hey fellas! Still have tons of slots still open like Token, Scott Malkinson, Pete and tons of the girls! We’d love to have more roleplayers, new or old! Feel free to apply!

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South Park Hero Academy;

A South Park Discord Based Superhero AU RP Group is now open!

South Park Hero Academy is a Xmen AU Roleplaying Group based off the hit comedy show South Park! We Rp on Discord, so please have an account before signing up! All roleplayers are welcome, as long as you follow our rules and have a love for RP and South Park! …And Superheroes. Feel free to apply!

We currently have a lot of great characters available such as:

Clyde Donovan

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe Stevens

Heidi Turner

Token Black

Jimmy Valmer

All of the Goths

All of the Vamps

All of the Girls

Gregory of Yardale

and many more!!

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ABOUT THE MUN: Name:Lille Age:14 Pronouns:She/her ABOUT THE MUSE: Name:Leopold “Butters” Stotch  Age:18 Birthday:09/11 Height:5'9 Eyes:Light blue Gender:Cis male Sexuality:bisexual Category: offensive Powers:electrokinect combat Kryptonite:If he enters in contact with water while using his powers he will end up shocking himself till he’s knocked out What Age they came to the Institute: 12 High Priority or Low Priority: High Priority Brief History: When he was little he discovered his powers while in a heated argument with his parents.That was the first and last time he fought against them.He activated his powers without knowing and shocked them to dead.After it was all taken care of he was put in xavier’s school under vigilance 5 or more Headcanons:

-He has a scar across his left eye 

-He sometimes still has constant and livid nightmares with his parents death

-He was afraid of his powers for years before he begun to get used to it

-He’s a really good dancer and singer

-He now notices that what his parents did to him was horrible but sometimes he still wonders if they’re right RP Example:

(trigger warning it’s gonna have really detailed death and abuse)

The room was dark, a small boy found himself hidden under a bunch of blankets. It could be seen by the window a stormy and dark sky, loud thunders cracking each second. Loud knocks could be heard from his door and an angry and familiar voice screamed.“BUTTERS! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR OR I SWEAR TO GOD YOU’RE GONNA REGRET BEING BORN!” Butters was crying and weakly trying to say that he’s sorry but his father didn’t heard him.

Soon the beatings and the thunders grew louder and louder till with a final punch somehow his father maneged to break the door. The storm outside went silent for a second but he only looked at his father’s livid face and his mother watching everything in the corner. His father charged at him and it all seemed to slow down,“PLEASE! NO! STOP!” he raised his hands in defense and with a final sound, that this time came from inside,the whole room went white.“AAAAAH!!!” the now older boy woke up drenched in sweat after another nightmare.

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ABOUT THE MUN: Name: Mira Age: 15 Pronouns: She/Her Discord: :3

ABOUT THE MUSE: Name: Rebecca Cotswolds Age: 18 Birthday: November 10th Height: 6'0" Eyes: Hazel Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual, male-leaning Category: Kinda works as all three?? Mainly Offensive. Powers: Telekinesis, Plant Manipulation/Physiology, Cursed Body/Negative Touch Kryptonite: Fire, Holy abilities, Attempting to remove her curses results in extreme pain. What Age they came to the Institute: 18 High Priority or Low Priority: High Priority Occupation: N/A Brief History: >:0 5 or more Headcanons: - The only things she can touch without harming them are plants. - Extremely sheltered all her life because of her curses. Terrified to be near people out of fear she'll harm them. - Always wears gloves and covers as much skin as possible to limit physical contact. - 90% of her time is spent in the library. - Has been extremely panicked ever since coming into the Institute. RP Example: (Two or more paras. With! Dialogue! Please!)

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ABOUT THE MUN: Name: Mira Age: 15 Pronouns: She/Her Discord: (You already have it)

ABOUT THE MUSE: Name: Leslie Meyers Age: 18 (Physically) Birthday: October 27th Height: 5'8" Eyes: Bright Blue Gender: Female Sexuality: Demi/Ace Category: Support Powers: Mimicry/Shapeshifting, Cyber Mind, Electricity Manipulation. Kryptonite: Water, Adblock. What Age they came to the Institute: 9 High Priority or Low Priority: Low Priority Occupation: Ad Brief History: As a being built specifically to dominate over others, you would expect her to excel easily. While this was the case in her normal life, as soon as her legitimate powers begun to appear she begun having a much harder time controlling herself. After awhile she ended up joining the academy, much to her own dismay, and has been trying her hardest to get to her previous pace during her stay. 5 or more Headcanons: - For the most part emotionless. The emotions she does feel are very muted. - Absolute mega bitch. - On top of being able to mimic appearances, she’s always been good at copying the emotions and behaviors of others. She uses this to pretend like she has emotions as well. - Body is much warmer than a normal human’s. It’s similar to a heating pad all over her body. - Her eyes glow!! It depends on how strong of an emotion she’s feeling, but even when neutral they have a faint amount of illumination to them. RP Example: (Two or more paras. With! Dialogue! Please!)

A constant stream of information. Unstoppable, no matter how much effort is put into trying to achieve it. Even after death, the notes would still continue effortlessly throughout her circuit-run mind. What could be considered a sigh escaped a pair of parted lips as a black-haired woman stepped off of the chair that had been supporting her frame for the past hour and a half.

If it weren’t for the clock that had been built into her mind, she wouldn’t have even noticed how long she’d been inside the Computer Laboratory. All of her attention had been focused onto the Light-Emitting Diodes that encompassed the electronic screen she was all too familiar with. The time had been spent typing up a various amount of papers on whatever subject had been in her mind at the time.

There was no point in printing out the information when she had already saved it onto her person. One of the numerous perks of having a robotic mind, she supposed. She turned on her heel towards the door, walking out with little to no sound from her shoes hitting the floor. Odd.

Upon exiting the room, Leslie’s mind had been preoccupied with running checks to ensure all the data had been properly saved. In that brief moment of distraction, she felt something– Or someone bump into her. Within an instant, her scanning was halted so she could stare up at the intruder who’d just pushed her onto the ground. Emotionless and cold, but something about it instilled fear into most. Pushing herself up off of the ground so she could look down instead of up, her eyes bore deep into the other female’s. Then came the apologies, fearful that she was going to harm her in some way.

Instead, Leslie did the exact opposite. She extended her hand outwards, mimicking one of the warm smiles she’d been given when she was first brought into the school. “Hello. I am Leslie Meyers. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss..?” Her hand wasn’t taken, but the girl did respond. Something she didn’t pay much attention to; it’d be logged in her memory for when she would need it either way. “Ah, yes. You should really attempt to watch where you’re headed next time, someone could have gotten incredibly upset with you. I would hate to see something like that happen to someone such as yourself.”

Back and forth and back and forth until Leslie was finally sick of the conversation and she gave her a short wave. Her tone went menacingly deep for just a moment as she uttered a few choice words before departing. “Make sure to watch where you’re going next time. I won’t be so kind.”

With that she was gone.

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ABOUT THE MUN: Name: Mira Age: 15 Pronouns: She/Her Discord: (You already have it)

ABOUT THE MUSE: Name: Eric Cartman Age: 18 Birthday: July 1st Height: 5'9" Eyes: Left eye is blue, Right eye is dark brown. Gender: Cis Male Sexuality: Bisexual, extremely male-leaning. Category: Offensive Powers: Procyon Physiology (+Minor Shapeshifting), Artistic Creation, Killing Instinct. Kryptonite: Psychic abilities/Fire. What Age they came to the Institute: 5 y/o High Priority or Low Priority: High Priority Brief History: Eric's early life consisted of a large amount of blood and hiding bodies due to his insatiable urge to commit violent acts. Over the years he managed to quell his bloodlust to a degree by distracting himself with conversation or drawing. You can imagine the surprise when his 'coping' methods turned out to be another power of his. For the most part, in his youth, he used his abilities to torment the people around him for laughs. 5 or more Headcanons: - Clever little bastard. He'll find a way to sneak food off of you no matter what. - Absolutely FUCKING hates dogs. It's an instinctive reaction. - Occasionally does good things. Who knows if it’s on purpose or not. - Padded hands no matter how human his form is. He hates it. - Extremely possessive over things he deems 'his'.

RP Example: (Two or more paras. With! Dialogue! Please!)

Eric let out a low groan when the teacher had pulled him aside, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He barely even paid attention to the woman as she asked him about the times today he'd used his powers to mess with one of the other students. His heterochromatic orbs instead glanced behind her onto the wall in complete disinterest, something she unfortunately picked up on.

"Eric Cartman! Listen to me right now!" Grumble. He cast his eyes back to her frame, lids pressed down in boredom as she started to say her lecture once more. Even if he had used his powers on someone, why did it even matter that much? Not like he killed someone. Not yet, at least.

"Look, Miss, I don't know why you're yelling at me. I didn't do anything." He pushed out his bottom lip to try and give off an innocent face. "He attacked me and I ran off. He's the one who used his powers, I promise. I would never do something like that." There was a brief pause where she didn't say anything in response. Her expression was still the same judging one she had worn previously. "You wouldn't doubt one of your own students, would you? Isn't it your job to believe in us? To help us strive to be the best?" He pushed that face he'd been making into the extremes.

It was finally cracking. A few more minutes of back and forth between the two and he was scot-free, with the added bonus of the snitch getting punished in his place due to his above average manipulation skills.

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ABOUT THE MUN: Name: Chey Age:17 Pronouns:She/her Discord: you fellas got it ABOUT THE MUSE: Name: Clyde Harris Donovan Age:18 Birthday: April 10th. Height: 5’8 Eyes: Brown. Gender: Male Sexuality: Pan as hell. Category: Support Powers: Acid generation, danger intuition, enhanced bite, enhanced senses, blood consumption, web generation, and wallcrawling. Kryptonite: Normal Physiology, his own selflessness, and anything that’s been designed to block out or scramble the senses. This is especially disorientating to him due to his being heightened. What Age they came to the Institute: 10. High Priority or Low Priority: Low Priority. Occupation: None at the moment. Brief History: What do you get when you cross an arachnid with a human? Clyde Donovan, that’s what! His powers presented themselves around the time he started to walk and at first, they seemed manageable. All his parents had to worry about was the occasional baby on the ceiling and webbing to clean up, and for a while it wasn’t all that bad. Until his other powers decided to make themselves known. His mother’s death is what pushed his dad to send Clyde off, far too fed up to deal with him himself. 5 or more Headcanons:

~ He’s one of those do now think later kind of people. Words often leave his mouth before his brain can shut down whatever kind of fuckery is about to leave his mouth. ~ His teeth are sharper then usual and secrete venom when he feels threatened. It isn’t strong enough to kill anyone in small doses, but it does have the ability to temporarily blind (if it gets in the eyes) and paralyze someone (if transferred through a bite). Also secretes through his hands.   ~ So fucking extra. Often seen crawling/hanging up on the ceiling simply because he can. Claims he thinks better when he’s upside down, plus it gives him an advantage on dropping down and scaring the absolute shit out the other students. ~ Caffeine has a much stronger effect on him then the normal human. Clyde can get buzzed on the shit, do not let him near it. ~ His hands stick to everything when he gets nervous.

RP Example:

To say he was upset was something of an understatement with the way his hands shook at his side and the quiet, pathetic sobs that bubbled past his swollen lips. His heavy breathing and the quiet sniffles were almost deafening in the empty bathroom, echoing off the cold tiles and dampening the small space further with his sorrow.

‘Freak.’  

His feet shuffled against the cool tile as he drew his knees tight to his chest, arms winding around them to hug protectively.

‘They only pity you, you know? Your friends, I mean. There’s no way anyone would willingly stick around you.’

Anxiety furled deep in his chest, heavy and cold. It never failed to remind Clyde of its presence as it weaved through his thoughts, pressing on his lungs and preventing him from catching a proper breath.

‘The constant crying is annoying.’

Shaky hands moved to press against both sides of his face as he pushed his focus to evening out his heavy breathing. A quiet wheeze left him as his world blurred, black dots dancing across his line of sight as he slid further into the floor.

‘You’re annoying.’

A knock.

‘They fucking hate you.’

“Clyde? Dude, you’ve been in there for a while now, everything alright.”

‘They fucking hate you.’

A sniffle.

“Yeah! Shit, sorry- Lunch just really tore through me today.” Clyde responded, the tired lilt in his voice masked by the sudden laugh. “Don’t wait up for me.” 'Pathetic.'

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Mike Makowski App

ABOUT THE MUN: Name: Moon Age: 21 Pronouns: she/her Discord: you guys have it

ABOUT THE MUSE: Name: Mike Makowski Age: 19 Birthday: August 17th Height: 6’0” Eyes: Green Gender: Cis male Sexuality: Pansexual Category: Offensive

Powers: Bad luck, creates jinxes and hexes on people. Thrives off of any bad luck elements that occur such as knocking salt over or walking under a ladder. Also has an inner sense that tells him when bad luck occurs and will encourage him to go towards the source. Kryptonite: Traditional good luck symbols literally weaken him. This includes four-leaf clovers, a rabbits foot, horseshoes, etc. His powers will not work and he will physically grow sick to his stomach.

What Age they came to the Institute: 15 High Priority or Low Priority: Low Priority

Occupation: Designer for costumes (if allowed) Brief History: 

Mike kept his powers under lock and key for almost three years. It was easy to hide, up until the day he ran to stop his mother from walking under a ladder. He’d been in a blind panic, not wanting her to get hurt and accidentally sent a hex out to cause the ladder to fall. After that, more incidents occurred and his mother caught on. He was sent to the Institute not long after. 5 or more Headcanons:

-pretty optimistic

-a fucking dork like all the time (thinks he’s super cool)

-his dorm is decorated with all sorts of vampire decor and art he made himself

-enjoys playing pranks on people which are mostly harmless as he doesn't want to seriously hurt someone; will not play a prank on someone who might be too sensitive or is super nice

-pretty flexible so he's pretty good at flips and somersaults

-has a really big collection of vampire novels under his bed

-wears black eyeshadow, eyeliner, and paints his nails black RP Example: (Two or more paras. With! Dialogue! Please!)

Mike headed off to art class, eager to get back to his work. He’d been doing a great portrait off that swarm of bats coming out of—

His body suddenly gave a violent shiver and instead of going to the art classroom, he headed outside, into the sports grounds. Sure enough, he spotted it instantly. A black cat was sitting nearby, watching two students playing a game of tennis. Mike felt his fingers twitch at his side and with a quick glance around, he shot out a hex. One of the tennis player’s shoes became untied, causing him to fall flat on his face when he attempted to move, while his partner suffered from the birdie making a U-turn and smacking into his forehead.

He giggled to himself. They weren’t hurt. Just a little shocked. Just a harmless—

“Mr. Makowski? Aren’t you supposed to be in art by now?”

…fuck.

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Gregory Application

ABOUT THE MUN: Name: Moon Age: 21 Pronouns: she/her Discord: you guys have it ABOUT THE MUSE: Name: Gregory Fields Age: 18 Birthday: April 16th Height: 5’7” Eyes: Blue Gender: Cis male Sexuality: Pansexual Category: Offensive Powers: Nature Manipulation. Can cause any kind of natural disaster. Controls most of the natural elements. Kryptonite: Doesn’t like being away from nature too often. He tends to hate enclosed spaces because his weather manipulation can’t reach far away and he can’t create any disasters in such small space. What Age they came to the Institute: 13 High Priority or Low Priority: Technically a high priority because of his high emotions leading to danger; has become more low priority Occupation: none Brief History: Lived in London for most of his life, training to be a member of the uppercrust “nobles”, but his powers manifested and his life was soon transformed. His mother immediately forced him out after he brought half their house down with a hurricane (he’d been having a mental breakdown at the time). He was sent to the Institute only days after the incident and has never gone back home since, even for holidays. He does email his father regularly, though. 5 or more Headcanons:

-an intensely loyal friend and will defend those he calls friends without a second thought

-tends to argue about a lot of things; has a sharp tongue

-just because his power revolves around nature doesn't mean he likes getting dirty; also has a firm dislike/fear of bugs

-can be a very, very kind and caring person if he feels someone needs it; will also be the biggest asshole if he feels someone needs it

-already had plenty of martial arts, fencing, and combat training before he was sent to The Institute

-perfectionist issues

-keeps lots of plants near his window in his room; yes, they all have names

-if he's allowed, will adopt you and act as your big brother/father figure, even if you are the same age as him

-diagnosed with anxiety/panic attacks; undiagnosed depression

RP Example: (Two or more paras. With! Dialogue! Please!)

“I’m sorry, sir…” Gregory gulped softly, his blue eyes locked on the mess in front of him. The entire bookcase and the books themselves were soaked to the bone. The ink must have run already. They would no longer be read. Just because he didn’t know how to control his emotions. “I didn’t…I was just—the raincloud just appeared and it wouldn’t stop raining and—”

A hand laid on his shoulder. It wasn’t hard, but it was firm. It patted him a few times. Gregory sniffled a bit, wiping at a stray tear on his face. “I-I’ll do better. I promise, sir.” He would. He loved books more than most people. And he’d wrecked a whole collection. Why?

Because his “feelings” were hurt. It needed to stop. He needed to get a grip. It had only been a few months since he’d been dropped off here. He had time to work on this. A space to work on this.

He was going to get better.

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Are you doing that for everyone that takes a muse?

Nope, it’s just for the mods. -Mod Red

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Why do you have your names on the master list?

To help indicate which mod is which character. -Mod Red

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ANNOUNCEMENT!!! Please read if you submitted an app before.

Hey fellas!! Sorry everythings been taking so long and the mods have been soooo slow, but we’re not dead!! We’re actually revamping the group right now! 

We’ll be changing up this AU and it will be a X-men AU Rp group!! 

Your muses will not have to be their FBW personas and they can have any power as long as the mods do not deem it as overpowered. The App forms will be changing  very soon and we will be asking members already in the group to reapply. If you have an app in our inbox, please wait a liiitttllleee bit longer and we’ll have everything all good to go. If you have questions; feel free to shoot us an ask.

See you soon, students! 

- Mod N 

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ABOUT THE MUN: Name: Mira Age: 15 Pronouns: She/Her Discord: You already have it c:

ABOUT THE MUSE: Name: Leslie Meyers Age: 18 Birthday: October 27th Height: 5'8" Eyes: Luminescent blue Gender: Female Sexuality: Demi/Ace Category: Mainly Offense Powers: Cyber Mind, Electricity Manipulation, Technokinesis (A result of her cybernetic mind combined with her ability to manipulate electricity, if that's alright??) Kryptonite: Water, Normal Physiology. Brief History: As a being built specifically to dominate over others, you would expect her to excel easily. While this was the case in her normal life, as soon as her legitimate powers begun to appear she begun having a much harder time controlling herself. After awhile she ended up joining the academy, much to her own dismay, and has been trying her hardest to get to her previous pace during her stay. 5 or more Headcanons: - No one really knows what she is?? Seems to be some kind of cyborg. - Her eyes can glow depending on what she's feeling. - Comes across as a huge bitch, but it's mostly because she can't understand human emotion that well. - Uses her looks and intelligence to her advantage, making people swoon over them so she can use them. - Needs to be plugged in often instead of sleeping. RP Example: (Two or more paras.)

((Using one from a diff group apologies))

Having your face caved in wasn’t a very fun experience. Not at all. But it was what had happened to Leslie, and ever since her company had been working on fixing her and making her better than before. Today marked the release of Leslie 2.0, now upgraded to better portray human emotions and learn much quicker than before.

Unnaturally colored blue eyes slowly opened, their color sharply contrasting the pale skin that coated her body. The perfect face shape, the perfect figure. Made to appear soft and delicate, despite the fact she was the exact opposite.

Her hand slowly raised so she could observe it, fingers moving one at a time as her cognitive abilities returned to her. It had been so long since her body had been able to move. She couldn’t tell whether she liked it or not, but she figured she’d find that out eventually.

After awhile she regained the ability to move her legs once more, and she made a cautious step forward. She needed to find clothing soon, being exposed felt unnatural and made her uneasy- someone could attack her and she’d have nothing to block it with.

Making her way down the hall, she found just what she needed- Clothing. It strongly resembled what she wore last time she was ‘alive’, but she didn’t mind that. She’d get new clothes once she was back.

Speaking of which, there was one little mountain town that she still needed to get revenge on for ruining her plans… That was going to be her first stop as soon as she was let free. Prepare yourselves, South Park. I will not be defeated so easily this time.

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ABOUT THE MUN: Name: Chey Age: 17 Pronouns: She/her Discord: Yeet ABOUT THE MUSE: Name: Estella Havisham Age: 18 Birthday: Nov. 3rd. Height: 5’2 Eyes: Blue. Gender: Female. Sexuality: Bi-curious. Category: Offensive. Powers: Love and Desire Manipulation, with the ability to Charmspeak as well. Kryptonite: Her vanity. Individuals who harbor a strong sense of apathy and well, hate, are more resilient to her charm. These are nothing more than illusions and can and will shatter once an individual realizes that they are fake. Charmspeak wears off within minutes once she stops speaking.

Brief History: Adopted at the age of three, Estella has no idea what life had been like before the Havisham Manor. It was here Estella was raised to believe that her only purpose for being born was to literally be the vessel for her mother’s sick desire of breaking the hearts of men. She was to believe most of her childhood that while, yes, she did possess a heart, she has no softness there- no ‘nonsense’. ‘Love’ was taboo concept in her household. It was something she was taught to fear, that it was her enemy and it would hurt if she were to ever allow herself to be foolish enough to fall for it. Kind of fucked considering her ability was one based around the idea of love and desire.

Her mother utilized her powers, objectifying her daughter on more than one occasion to collect these foolish boys for the machine she had dedicated her life to working on. Estella was nothing but a doll to her mother and now, feels no remorse for her untimely demise.

5 or more Headcanons: - Bilingual. She is fluent in both English and French - She vehemently rejects the idea of love, having decided a long time ago that it was hardly real and was nothing but a sickeningly sweet lie people wrap themselves in to feel some semblance of comfort. - Has a difficult time in trusting others and their reasoning for approaching her, whether that be to be friends or become friendly acquaintances. She has it in her head that it is her powers, or perhaps her looks that draw them near. They do not like her for who she genuinely is, so why should she with them? - With age, she has come to realize that she is able to emote. That doesn’t make it any less hard for her and she often struggles to properly express emotions, especially those of the more positive variety. - No hesitation in using her gifts to get what she wants. They were gifted to her for a reason, it would be a shame to let them go to waste. RP Example: (Two or more paras.)

A small smile quirked at the ends of her painted lips, long lashes fluttering as she tilted her head to peak up at the flustered woman standing in front of her. “You were saying, love?” Her voice carried this sickeningly sweet air with it as she spoke, far too synthetic to be real and yet, they ate it up like it was poisoned honey. “I believe we were discussing the price of this clutch? It’s quite lovely you know, but I believe the price is a tad outrageous.” The counter dug into her skin as she leaned forward, arms crossing along the top as she watched the employee flush and stammer out her reply. Something about how while she agreed it wasn’t her place to discuss lowering the price, Estella wasn’t quite sure. It wasn’t like she was listening to the words that came from this bubbling buffoon.  

A faint sigh would spill past her lips as she glanced down at the counter, absently tracing a design to keep herself preoccupied. “I understand it’s just that this clutch is exactly what I am looking for and I am afraid I do not have enough money to cover for it…” Estella’s bottom lip jutted out and her lips formed a small pout. “It would be a right shame for me to come back and for you to have already sold it- and I’ve been across the mall and haven’t been able to find anything quite like this.” The woman would go to open her mouth once more before Estella looked up sharply, eyes boring into her own. “It would mean the world to me if you would just let me have it. If your employer was to ask, you could always pass it off as if it had been stolen. There is no need to mention this conversation of ours.” Her knuckles grazed along hers. “Please?”  

It was too easy.

The smile would wipe clean from her face as she walked out of the store, clutch in hand and a sway in her step.

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ABOUT THE MUN: Name: Mira Age: 15 Pronouns: She/Her Discord: Already have it

ABOUT THE MUSE: Name: Rebecca Cotswolds Age: 18 Birthday: November 20th Height: 6'0" Eyes: Hazel Gender: Female Sexuality: Demi Category: Mainly Support. Powers: Telekinesis (Telekinetic Aura, Telekinetic Surgery, Wound inducement, Telekinetic Regeneration, Levitation), Plant manipulation, Wound Transferal. Kryptonite: Fire/Ice, bugs. Brief History: Being sheltered your entire life means when you discover you have supernatural powers it doesn't really register properly at first. When she'd first begun to be able to grow plant life, her parents were instantly concerned and tried to shelter her from these abilities further in fear that it would consume her. It took a long time for her to be allowed to go to the school due to this. 5 or more Headcanons: - Very frail and skinny, as such she has a hard time taking many enemy attacks. - Eats mostly meat, as it feels odd to consume something she can speak to. - Speaks very formally out of childhood habit. - Can grow plants off of her body depending on her current mood. - Has a multitude of vocal and physical twitches that she can't help no matter how hard she tries. RP Example: (Two or more paras.) ((Take it, you already know where it's from pFF)

Rebecca’s fingers trailed along the spines of a few of the many books that called her shelves home, eyes narrowed in concentration. She wasn’t completely sure what exactly she was looking for, but she needed something to read. Anything. She’d already been through the majority of her collection with little effort, and was planning to restock soon. She hadn’t expected to have read this much, to the point where there was only two or three books she hadn’t already gone through.

She’d finally found a book when a noise echoed throughout the walls of her gym; another challenger. Another social interaction she would be forced into. Another person who would underestimate her. She let out a disheartened sigh as she made her way towards the place where she normally waited for challengers. She had plenty of time- there were trainers they’d have to fight before they got there.

When her challenger finally came up to her, the interaction between them was the same as always. She came off as weak and fragile, she was underestimated, and then she won the battle. There was rarely any differences in the events that occurred, and it had become somewhat of a chore over time. It was better than going back home, though, so she’d tough through it.

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Mike Makowski App

ABOUT THE MUN:

Name: Moon

Age: 21

Pronouns: she/her

Discord: you’ve got it

  ABOUT THE MUSE:

Name: Mike Makowski

Age: 18

Birthday: August 17th

Height: 6’0”

Eyes: Green

Gender: Cis male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Class: Hero

Affiliation: Freedom Pals

Powers: Bad luck, creates jinxes and hexes on people. Thrives off of any bad luck elements that occur such as knocking salt over or walking under a ladder.

Kryptonite: Traditional good luck symbols literally weaken him. This includes four-leaf clovers, a rabbits foot, horseshoes, etc. His powers will not work and he will physically grow sick to his stomach.

Brief History: At age 15, his powers were discovered. He’d managed to keep them under lock and key until his mother made the connection. She shipped him off to the school as soon as she could.

5 or more Headcanons:

-highly mischievous as a person; he would never purposely harm a fellow student, but he likes playing pranks on people

-has an inner sense that tells him when someone has done something that has bad luck and will feel drawn to go to that place

-he’s a pretty optimistic kind of guy and loves to make friends

-prefers to work as a Support in the training since his powers aren’t incredibly powerful, but they can be helpful

-his vampire obsession is still present here and he hopes to one day meet a mutant who has vampiric abilities

RP Example:

Mike headed off to art class, eager to get back to his work. He’d been doing a great portrait off that swarm of bats coming out of—

His body suddenly gave a violent shiver and instead of going to the art classroom, he headed outside, into the sports grounds. Sure enough, he spotted it instantly. A black cat was sitting nearby, watching two students playing a game of tennis. Mike felt his fingers twitch at his side and with a quick glance around, he shot out a hex. One of the tennis player’s shoes became untied, causing him to fall flat on his face when he attempted to move, while his partner suffered from the birdie making a U-turn and smacking into his forehead.

He giggled to himself. They weren’t hurt. Just a little shocked. Just a harmless—

“Mr. Makowski? Aren’t you supposed to be in art by now?”

…fuck.