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  1. Cubismo

    Nostalgia Trip

    GM Claremont Academy April 23 2019 11: 45 AM Jhett yawned. He knew he should have at least tried to keep it in but at this point he really couldn't be bothered. He was bored even as he guided his group to the next exhibit in the school's refurnished Next-Gen wing and started reciting another pre-written lecture about the triumphs of the original team. "Right, so, over here we have a new holographic recreation of Next-Gen's first battle with the villain Chess Club. What a wonderful--" Jhett stopped for a second to lazily take garner at one of the cue cards tucked in his pocket. His other hand still pointed to a holographic Sonic destroying a holographic chessmen. "Example of the ingenuity and resolve of young heroes like us. I sure hope I can live to their noble example." The less than impressed expressions on about dozen of his classmate's faces made it blindingly clear to him that they were either as bored as he was or very unhappy with his lack of typical tour guide enthusiasm. Jhett told himself that he didn't care either way. His volunteering to be the guide for Claremont's glorified trophy room for the first Next-Gen team was just his way of getting another good looking bullet-point on his resume when he finally graduated from Claremont and tried to get into a normal, if hopefully very prestigious, tech university. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little bad for boring his fellow students. It wasn't as if they had a lot of choice in being here after all. Exasperated with himself and the tour, Jhett finally threw up his hands. "Look guys, I know this isn't the Danger Institute or Freedom Hall or whatever, but we got to get through this, OK?" He admitted honestly. "Headmistress Summers expects me to lecture you all until lunch about all the new stuff they added here since the Krampus trashed it last year and I sure as Hell don't want to disappoint her... She's kind of scary." There were a quite few snickers and eye-rolls from the crowd after that outburst but Jhett took them in apathetic stride. He'd probably be doing the same if he was on the other side of this. "You know what? Talk among yourselves while I waste fifteen minutes of everyone's time. I don't give a damn and only need you physically in the room. Just don't tell Summers or any of the faculty, alright?" The sound of teenagers suddenly breaking out into several dissonant conversations was all the Jhett the assurance needed that he was probably in the clear. Jhett signed as he moved the loud group to the next exhibit on their list. It was times like these when he prayed that another Krampus would show up and save him from the tedium. Anything was better than this.
  2. Claremont Quad-ish, 3:20PM, April 22nd. This was not planned, but with graduation coming for her she felt a need of closure. Some people she wasn't really possessed of an impetus to correct, insert obvious examples here, obviously. So as she left her class of the day, and seeing Monica on the quad she decided it might as well be now. So she pushed open the door, shoulders her backpack, and leaped out. She hated her powers, the implications of them. What she did, could do, if control slipped. But as they were an option, she took them. They were there, so close to the surface, so easy after all. She soared in a grace leap, as if she could do any other at this point due to muscle memory. She landed on the air, and kept up the jogged, going to circumvent the other teen's path, before she descended enough to drop down in a sudden rush of air, in a crouch. Brushing back that asymmetrical swoop of her hair,, she rose to standing in front of her, and offered a slightly uneasy smile, "So... can we talk?"
  3. RocketLord


    GM Secret Location in the Mojave Desert, Nevada March 26th, 1 PM Claremont Academy Field Trip to Danger Institute: Mojave Installation The field trip had been announced a bit suddenly, and for a rather varied group of students, spread out across the different squads: Zenith, White Lioness, Ms. Thursday, Gauss, Thunderbird, Salvo, Forever Boy and Veronica Danger, accompanied by their teacher Steph Harcourt. Why they had been the chosen students were anyone's guess, but they were promised it would be quite a treat. And of course, they would have to write an essay about the visit. It seemed that Headmistress Summers would temper any boon with a bane. But still! At first the group of students would get to on a field trip to the Danger Institute's Mojave Installation, hidden in the Mojave desert. The description of the place had been vague. The students had been told that it was a research station where Danger International studied unknown objects found across the world, kept safely away from any population centers in case any of the objects turned out to be dangerous. They would get a tour of the place, and potentially get to see some of the items of interest. As an added bonus, Headmistress Summers had pulled some strings, and the group of students found themselves arriving via teleporter pads, straight from the Freedom League. Quick and easy travel, and they wouldn't miss several days of classes to travel. That was bound to be quite an experience to the students that had not tried something like that before. As the students and Steph Harcourt appeared, they were met with a big cube of a building, 330 feet in each dimension.There were several square windows in different locations all around the building, placed seemingly randomly. As they appeared at the top of the building at the teleport pads on loan from the Freedom League, the students and the teacher could see a pair of helicopter landing pads, and a small cube with a set of doors that led into the building from the roof. At the ground level, two pairs of great doors were situated at equal spacing on each side of the building. The second thing that the students were met with were sand blowing absolutely everywhere. Not a pleasant experience, by all accounts. The third and last thing was a man with a red scarf tied over his mouth and nose, with thick goggles over his eyes. He was wearing khaki shorts and a dark grey t-shirt, and was shouting for them to get inside, leading the group to the entrance. "C'mon! The storm'll pass soon, but no reason to get caught up in it!"
  4. The Kirby November 10th, 1:30 PM Corinne had passes to a private showing before the public launch. Likely from her father. It didn't matter, really, though. As it was a show of modern Dakanan art, on a day the museum was normally closed, but for an exclusive viewing. Of course, she wasn't the only one with passes. Other people had them and she had been a bit free with handing them out at Claremont, so even some people who weren't really friends with her got some. Since Hannah left she felt a little... lost, and really just delved harder into the dancing. Until the injury, and the setback. But she didn't have much else. And no roommate meant she had no impetus to reach out, apart from stuff for the Orange team. Right now, she was standing there in front of a complicated mixed media sculpture, chewing thoughtfully as she took in the piece that dominated the room with it's abstract representation of... something. She wasn't quite sure what. But it seemed very insistent. She wore a pair of overalls, with her daisy adorned hat, and a big green sweatshirt on under the straps, and a pair of similarly green Doc Martens.
  5. The Claremont Courtyard. It was a moment of scattering brilliance, as motes of white lights erupted and faded leaving her standing in the air with Pan, an index finger poking at the tip of his nose. Her power around her in that digitized swirling distortion. Now, if Corinne was poise and grace, then Zenith was a wildfire. One who didn't want to be contained by dancing in the gym. While she loved to perform, it was rare she just could dance for the enjoyment of it, and it well up like a lava in a volcano, which led to now. With one hand going to her skirts, she gathered them up, and started to truly dance with him. She started to flatly show off what her years of dedication translated to in movement through space, when unconstrained by the limits she imposed on herself, or the fear of her powers. She was in love with them now. It responded to her, and it was a light show around them.
  6. Bayview Bowl at the Bayview Mall. Sunday, October 14th, 2018. 5:00 pm As part of the new intramural squad system at Claremont, members of each squad were encouraged not just to compete together, but to socialize together as well. Each squad was issued a list of suggested group activities, and allowed to vote for their preferred outing. And so it was that on a blustery autumn evening, a handful of gifted students were delivered to the local retro bowling alley for a few hours' fun. Bayview Bowl was designed to look like it had been around since the 50s, ancient history for today's kids; it's design featured lots of Formica, polished aluminum and buzzing neon, hallmarks of the Doo Wop style associated with the old Jersey Shore. All the seats were upholstered in red leatherette, and recesssed speakers blared out Bill Haley the Comets' 'Rock Around The Clock'. But despite the nostalgia being layed on with a trowel, the Bayview Bowl was a laid-back establishment that appealed to suburban families and offered affordable entertainment and classic American food like cheeseburgers, chili dogs and big chocolate shakes. "Well, I don't know about y'all," said Lulu Beaumont as she stood inside the lobby, taking in the crashing of the pins and the smells of hot nachos. "But a'hm gonna eat like a pig!"
  7. September 15th, 3ish PM, the pool. Corinne Conrad was focusing. Visualizing what would come next, running it through her mind as she swung her arms at her sides, slowly working herself up to the next step. Which was going to be tricky, she had to use her powers. But then, they wanted people to demonstrate that, so... here she was. Trying, away from others. Or at least the classes. In her swimsuit, with her back to the pool at the side, water running off of her already from the previous efforts, and time in the pool. Then came the easy part, the physical part. The standing leap into the air, before the balls of her feet struck it like it was solid, a surface to find purchase, and she then pushed off that shimming step, and away, as she carried through a perfect arch to find herself in a handstand in midair, halting her momentum, before she worked herself into position on her hands, before allowing herself to fall forward, and into a frontflip to complete the movement and dive into the chlorinated water. This was not the first. Her arms screamed in protest, but this wasn't something she listened to before, so why would she start doing it now? Regaining her bearings she moved through the water, back to the side of the pool, and surfaced, gasping and blinking the water out of her eyes.
  8. Summer 2018 It's a fine summer evening in 2018, and three young superheroes are out doing their thing. When suddenly, wherever they are, they're not alone. Comparing notes later, this is all happening simultaneously on one exciting Thursday night, but of course none of them know this at the time. That simultaneity is quite a feat, given that it's the same guy talking to all four of them, even though it doesn't look it at the time. "Start again. Right," the guy in the Egyptian headdress and linen skirt continues as he appears behind Thoughtspeed. "I don't have much time, so let's make it brief." The guy with the calaca face paint and black body suit continues as he speaks to Grim, "I am Yves Norris. I'm from your future. Well, one of your futures, but let's not go into that just at the moment. We don't have the time. Well, you do, but I don't." The guy in what Sīxiǎng is pretty sure is a WWII-era Nationalist army uniform goes on, "My energy supplies are limited, and you must be aware that time travel uses energy exponentially proportional to duration and distance. Basic application of Jodi's Law. Not that you would know about Jodi, because she hasn't been born yet, which is why I'm here. This may not make much sense to you, I suppose." The guy in the Santa Claus costume blinked, studied Zenith, then said "Wait, this is the wrong costume for this time of year, isn't it? Sorry! But really - there's no time to fix it now..."
  9. GM 26 February, 2018. 815 PM. In front of Beaudrie Opera House. Ray and Rachael Trask, better known as Rant and Rave to the Freedom City superhero community, had not been seen for years. In fact, some whispered that they had met their fate by messing with the wrong type of 'hero'. Others say they buggered off to Oregon to mess with Emerald City or join a cult or whatever the clickbait sites could make you click on. But here they were. In Freedom, still looking young as their first heist. What were the two up to? Well, unlike their old days, which mainly involved knocking off banks and selling whatever could get them money, they seemingly had transitioned to wanton destruction. The Trask siblings were seeing how many 'points they could score by tearing down the scenery. Holding each other's hand, they blasted everything, followed by a yell of how many points it got them. The people in the direct vicinity were terrified.
  10. So, what's wrong with this picture? @TheAbsurdist, can I have a tag?
  11. Milennium Park, Chicago. August 26th. Around 1 PM The Cloud Gate. The g-d Cloud Gate. It had been the big reason that Corinne wanted to come, well that and Sue at the Fields museum. She looked upon it rapturously, her fingers gliding over the surface. "It's... beautiful." Turning her head, as she looked at Hannah, under from under her straw pork pie hat, before she went back to gazing at it. She was dressed lightly for the hot, somewhat stifling Chicago summer. A denim vest over her Joy Division Unknown Pleasures shirt, and a skirt that matched the vest, and a pair of canvas sneakers. It was easy to tell that works of art could pretty much derail Corinne, as much as food could. She had been slightly anxious, about asking Hannah if she could swing by for a weekend in Chicago. Her folks had swept through, she was contending with getting ready for of the start of the school year, and she needed away from Freedom City. From Claremont. From that. And, well Hannah was the closest thing she had to a friend. She had a hard time gauging it, so Hannah was her friend. That was that. It felt good to have one, after being devoured by dance for so long. "This is just... wow."
  12. GM Dec 5th, 5.48 AM, Freedom City Junior Ballet "Special delivery, special delivery!" A young man, not yet in his twenties, just off his bicycle, came into the practice hall waving an envelope. It was a chilly day, but he was sweating. Part of it, surely, from a morning of bicycling, but perhaps coming into a hall full of lithe women stretching might also excite his inexperienced hormones. He tried not to look too much, and read out the address on the envelope. "Miss Cor-reen Conrad? Miss Correen Correen Con-rad?" he blurted, looking around without trying to let his eyes linger on any one form in particular. A few dancers gave a little laugh at his glowing cheeks. The envelope in question looked rather old, and had elegant inked handwriting on. It felt, and indeed was, rather antique.
  13. GM Saturday, December 27th. 6:45 AM Mr. Landis did not mind being up this early. He was, after all, a morning person. He could not, speak for his students, or at least the ones he was taking to Parkside to do some volunteer (read: voluntold) work and clean up at the Park for detention. One of their days at least. There would be more, especially for Corinne and Cheri. The other two were members of the Brohort, the little super team filled with 'bros', Bombast (Robert Johnson) and Gains (Ryan Farrell), in similar velour tracksuits, and had occupied the back seat of the van as it trundled on their way. They were being uncharacteristically quiet. But then, Bombast was not a morning person. "I do hope everything goes smoothly today. We'll worry about lunch in a bit." Said as he was parking the van at spot close to their clean-up section.
  14. 7:00 PM, December 2nd.. Amir al-Misri's beachfront mansion. Nestled into the Northbank was the nameless mansion-slash-semi vacation location of Amir al-Misri. For thanksgiving weekend he had loaned it to his daughter, Corinne Conrad, so she and her friends from school could have a beach bonfire party. Something he was told that the kids in the Northeast part of the states (and Jersey!) did. He had no first hand knowledge of such, but it was sort of the thing right? Corinne didn't know any better herself, but figured a party might smooth things over with some people who had bad first interactions. She also didn't assume, saying she had food and such, but people could bring what they want, if they wanted. Right now, though, she was tending to the bonfire she had started, and make sure that there was nothing near it that could start a fire, and she had built a fire pit around it (with judicious use of power, as well as shaped the sand into benches around it). She expected Hannah to show, maybe others. She had opened the invitation to anyone she had classes with. Even Jann, though it wasn't handed to him. She... well there still issues there. Wasn't there? There were some event tents set up nearby to sort of make it a cozy affair to shield against inclement weather. They had their own heaters in them, along with most amenities.
  15. Meechum's 1:30 PM, May 16th. This was odd. Very, very odd. She checked her phone and made sure she had the right place. Probably. The restaurant was a good neutral sort of place, having enough options that there should be no problem with any dietary restrictions. It was a safe gamble, and Corinne noticed it. It was like her meeting with her father, but... more awkward. She didn't know what Amir's ex was to her, but the lady was trying to be nice... And she might know some things about this town that she'd like kt know. Or how to deal with the attention her dad got, but then, she wasn't exactly a completely private person really. Wearing her kinda sorta bucket hat, a denim jacket, a blue and black plaid shirt, with a pair of black pants, and teal sneakers. Of course... that wasn't so different than a whole host of teenagers and twenty somethings. What made her stand out was the height. Taller than her father, and Agnus, she was a statuesque stunner, and even in a moderately busy place like Meechum's during lunch, she was more than visible. She assumed Agnus was already here, because she was still navigating and learning the town, but she was looking for her, peering and surveying.
  16. Sunday August 13, 7am The shuttle van passed by street after street of mansions (and family owned bed and breakfasts that used to be mansions) while the students from Claremont attempted to both remain awake and not roast in the back seats of the vehicle. Sitting in the back, Selena took a long pull from her bottle of water, nearly draining the entire container in one go and wishing the air conditioning reached further back than the driver and passenger seats. Turning to look at her winged friend Jann she sighed, "Think the park employees would get mad if we flew up to the top of the Ferris wheel? Half the rides this place has lose a little something when you can fly."
  17. GM Friday, June 9th, 2017 Caniff Street, The Waterfront, Freedom City 6:21 PM Summer break was rapidly approaching. Which meant a few things. Lots of tests, and lots of people getting ready to leave Claremont for a while. Jann Fa-Re was amongst them, summer break being the only time of the year he had enough time to head home. The fact the dates coincided with Sun-Stay, the Avians’ largest holiday, certainly were a factor too. There still were a few things that had to be taken care of in Freedom City. Jann had known that Corinne, one of Claremont’s most recent students, had been trying to learn more about locations in the city. So he’d simply dragged her along. That was two hours ago. Ever since, the two of them had worked their way northwards from Claremont Academy, with Jann mentioning and pointing out all sorts of places, from stores, to a goth club/bar that looked like an old church, to places that were easy to hide in. Some had taken up only a few seconds (a small park not too far off the road (“difficult to find, keep it in mind”), some had taken longer. The mall had taken quite a while, with Jann buying all sorts of assorted things, but specifically not heading to the supermarket yet (“will be too much weight, on the way back home”). Right now, the two of them were sitting in a small Mexican themed café/restaurant, Jann surrounded by, at this point, quite a few bags. He’d specifically ordered multiple glasses of their special salsa, and was now waiting for the waiter to deliver them, all the while looking over a list on his phone and drinking some soda.
  18. June 30th, 2017. Claremont Academy Main Hall, the end of year event/fundraiser/mixer. 8:01 PM Corinne Conrad did not, necessarily, want to be here. She had to play catch up, and still get in all the training needed, plus there was a delay in her getting her powers examined so... there was that. She was, also, hard hide, at her height and appearance. Corinne dressed up, with a slightly longer than knee length dress, in a tasteful pink and black plaid with a light orange accent. As it was an event for the parents, she was here to be... Well she didn't know, except her parents were in town. Fortunately her biological father wasn't here to add to the awkward, but he seemed to understand that, and kept a respectful distance, while still showing interest. Her hands folded in her lap, she wasn't even her normal ravenous self as she waited for... something? Her blue eyes looking around distantly at her surroundings while her folks did their mingling.
  19. Later on, May 15th. It was getting on, the end of... a bewildering day, her folks were still working through the paperwork and hammering the details, so they were giving her a bit of space to still explore. Having already met some of the sterling members of the community, she felt that at least she could talk to the others here and it wouldn't be such a colossal disaster. If, yanno, I wasn't staring like a deer stuck in headlights at everything. And it wasn't like she knew how to relate to people. Hi! I am Corinne, you know my father, probably better than I do! And I can do things with stuff. The Zen garden hadn't been as zen, because she had to deal with people in unfamiliar territory. ,Well fortunately she was able to sort herself out, and she had a longboard, and that helped. The rhythm of it. Pump, pump, glide. Then came the movement on the board, making it weave as she shuffled and twirled on the board itself. Arms held up and bent at her elbows for balance.
  20. Friday, May 26th 3:40PM Main Lawn, Claremont Academy Team Industrial Light and Magic were under a tree, reading and studying. Besides her book back, the tall blonde had brought a bag of snacks as well as her hedgehog Percival, though he was curled up in a pocket. She was sprawled, wearing a a vintage AC/DC 'Thunderstruck' t-shirt under her acid washed coverall shorts, and a pair of floral tights underneath, her sandals off to the side. A book in hand, as the other held an apple that she was munching on. She had recently dyed her hair, making it an admix of faded blonde and pink. After some time she sets the book down, carefully on her chest, over the pocket where her hedgie was, and she lifted her head up to look at Hannah. "Do you ever look at the science textbooks, and just say 'Well I violate this law. And this law, and this law... Are they just guidelines more than rules?' Because I am having that right now." Hannah's roomie was often taking these little asides. And she was still fulfilling her efforts to drag Hannah outside as often as their schedules permitted, even if it was just coffee or smoothie runs.
  21. May 17th 2PMish. Girl's dorm, lounge area. The staff had told Hannah who her roommate would be for next year. The daughter of the hero Asad. Well, they didn't tell Hannah who she was related to, but the gossip mill had started, and Corinne's parentage, and everything else was preceding her. To her chagrin. Given her large gap of experience regarding all of this compared to some others giving her a roomie was the best bet. And Hannah, being the kind of person she was, felt like the best choice. Corinne just... nodded along to it. She was waiting in out of the lounges in the girl's dormitory. She was people watching, and slouched in the chair which sort of hid her height, as she had on a faded band t-shirt for Maylene and the Sons of Disaster, with her denim jacket, short denim cutoffs, over a pair of plain black tights, and her short teal sneakers. She wasn't thrilled at this, but... really... she wasn't mad. She was numb. In shock, and she hoped she didn't make Hannah mad because she was out of sorts.
  22. Gizmo

    The In Crowd

    Claremont Academy Campus May 15, 2017 It was a strange feeling, walking aimlessly about the campus. It would be another hour and change before the next meeting Corinne Conrad had with yet another member of the Claremont Academy faculty and she'd been told to take the time to familiarize herself with the facilities. In the middle of the day, however everyone she came across was hurrying to their next class or making good on lunch period plans with their friends, an active bustle which made the Los Angeles transplant feel a bit like an intruder. Even at a leisurely pace her long strides quickly took her away from the main building and out into the pleasant spring weather until she came across the well-tended zen garden. In most places in Freedom City the carefully raked sands might have seemed a bit ostentatious but something about the shade of the surrounding trees and the way it nestled into a slight hill in the grounds made the spot of tranquility feel perfectly at home. "Sorry, are you Corinne?" a voice called from behind her with a distinct British accent and a faint lilt. Two girls approached from the way she'd just come, the speaker giving her a small wave and a smile. A lavender hijab framed a warm expression and fashionably complimented her light jacket and dark skirt. Despite the uneven ground leading up to the garden her steps had the sort of grace Corinne associated with dancers. A step behind her was fit girl with a more neutral expression beneath round sunglasses and dark hair pulled back. She wore a sleeveless black top which clearly revealed powerfully athletic muscles, flexing slightly as she hooked her thumbs into the belt loops of ripped jeans. At a guess the new transfer would have said the pair were a little older than her, close to wrapping up their junior year. "I'm Faiza," the first girl continued, smile widening as she met Corinne's eyes, "and this is Sofia." Her companion raised one hand in a muted greeting.
  23. HELLQ Introduction Who are you? Sum yourself up in one sentence. I am a dancer. Do you have any nicknames, street names, titles, or nom de plume? CeeCee, Coco are pretty much it. What is your full birth name? Sigh. Corinne Hyapatia Conrad Where do you live? Claremont Academy, in Freedom City, New Jersey. Formerly Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, California. How old are you? What year were you born (if applicable)? 16, April of 2001. Physical Traits What is your gender? If not applicable, please explain. Female. How would you describe your heritage? Causasian New Zealander, and Arabic, I suppose. How tall are you? Just shy of 6’3 What is your body type? Willowy. I’d say a dancer’s body. Do you have any particular weaknesses, such as allergies or physical disabilities? None really. How do you carry yourself? Are you graceful, or heavy on your feet? Can you be stealthy, do you walk with confidence? Decade of dance and gymnastics and I am pretty graceful and light on my feet. I am not sneaky. Though I tend to groove a bit when I move about, impromptu dance routines are a thing. Describe your skin, eye, and hair color. Dirty blonde hair, though I dye it and bleach it as needed. My eyes are really blue, like that bright sorta sky blue. I am smooth skin, and I don’t normally look tanned, unless I spend a lot of time outside, then I do. I guess another blessing from my dad, I don't burn . How do you wear your hair, if applicable? Do you have facial hair? Currently more in the undercut and side cut styles. But generally short. Do you consider yourself attractive? Do others? Yes and yes. Though I think my height can mess with that view. Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings, or birthmarks? I have some moles, that counts right? Do you resemble anyone famous? Not really? Do you have a dominant hand? I am left handed. What kind of clothing do you wear? Vintage, and retro chic, I guess. love leggings. Do you wear makeup? Minimal. Unless I am on stage . What is your vocal range? Is your voice distinctive in some way? I have that smooth sort of alto, a little deep. But size, so that makes sense.. Do you have any distinctive habits, nervous tics, or mannerisms? Where did they come from, and what causes them? Do other people notice and remark on these habits? Do they annoy you or other people? Like totally. I have that west coast speech thing. Also I slouch when I am not dancing, because I am kinda huge. History Where do you come from? Los Angeles. Have you made any major moves, or do you live in your hometown? Moved from the best coast to here. Do you feel loyal to your country of citizenship? Do you consider yourself patriotic? How do you feel about the government of your country? Eh? I am not a big patriot. A place is a place is a place. How do you feel about the place you come from? California? I love it. I can see not loving it though. Where is your home town? What was/is it like? LA. It’s LA? Growing up, were most of the people you knew similar to you, or were you somehow a minority? How did that affect you? Apparently I am half Arabic. I didn’t really know until later. I look like a Caucasian, so I guess it didn’t affect me. Is there something you've always been really good at or really bad at? How has that affected your life? Dancing. My life, and aspirations revolve, or revolved, around it. Were there any traumatic experiences in your early years (death of a family member, abandonment, orphaned at an early age)? Not really? Barring my powers showing up. Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life. Watching a presentation of the Nutcracker ballet. I wanted to do that, be like that. It was so beautiful. What stupid things did you do when you were younger? I am still young. So, I expect more. But... I snuck out of my house to go to a concern with some friends a few years ago, and got ditched. Where did you go to school? How much school did you have, and did you enjoy it? Still in school. Claremont, though hopefully Julliard. I don't have an opinion yet. My last school in LA was fun, awesome, and equal parts frustrating. Do you have any mementos of your childhood? What are they, and why did you keep them? If you have none, why not? I got Mr. Floofins. He’s cool. He is a tapdancing bear. Do I need to elaborate more beyond that? When did you decide to become a hero? Why? Did anyone influence you one way or another in the decision? I am just trying to learn my powers. Is the reason you give people for becoming a hero different than your real reason? If so, why? I am not even sure I am a hero. Do you have any deep, dark secrets in the past that may come back to haunt you? No. I guess the powers. Do you represent yourself as being different from who you really are? Why? … I don’t know. That scares me a little, the way my powers are... How they behave, it is a little worrying. If you do have these secrets, what do you fear would happen if the truth became known? How far would you go to protect those secrets? I don’t know… I guess I would end up a bit like my father? Do you have any sort of criminal record? If so, is it public knowledge? No? A parking violation. Family What are your biological parents' names? Natalie Conrad, and Amir al-Misri. Were you raised by them? If not, please explain and describe who raised you. I was raised by my mum, Natalie, and later my step-father, Harold. I never knew about Amir until later. It's the fight that actually caused this mess. What was their standing in the community? What did/do they do for a living? My mum is a popular, and known stunt woman. My dad is a producer. They’re both well known in the circles, though they don’t do too much in the community at large, I suppose. Where are your parents now? Still in LA. Did your family stay in one area or move around a lot? Stayed based in LA, they are both involved in entertainment, so they would travel for work. How did you get along with their parents? How do you get along with them now (if applicable). I love my mum and dad, there is some arguments, but nothing major. My mum is one of my best friends, but she is still my mum. My dad is great. I don’t know my father. How do your parents view you now, or how would they? I don’t know anymore. I mean, I did sort of attack my mum with my powers… they might be scared of me, or for me. I don’t know how Amir views me. Do you have any siblings? If so how many and what are their names? Describe your relationship with them. I’ve got a brother, Nicholas. He is a bit of a jerk, but he is like 12 so that’s to be expected right? What was your birth order in the family? Me and then Nick. Where are your siblings now (if applicable)? Do they have families of their own? What do they do? Still living at home. Do you stay in touch with them or have you become estranged? Yes, I email and text and talk to them all. Do you love or hate one member of the family in particular? No? Maybe eventually my father? Is any member of the family special to you in any way (perhaps, as a confidant, mentor, or arch-rival)? My mum is my confidant. Are there any black (or white) sheep in the family (including you)? If so, please explain. None? I mean my mum is sort of the black sheep from her parents, so I’ve never really interacted with them. Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor? If so, please explain, including how it has affected your life. None that I know…? Do you have a partner and children currently? If so, please describe them. I don’t have time for a partner. If you do not have a partner or children, do you want them someday? How firm are you in your opinion on this, and what might change your mind? I have other concerns at the moment. And I want to attend Julliard. What type of person would be your ideal mate? I don’t know? Probably not a dancer or performer… I mean, I’ve met enough of them! Relationships Do you have any close friends? If so, please describe them, and how you came to be close to them. None really? Dancing and trying to get into the schools, and all that has bred little time, and rivals. I have met some people who are cool, so we might end up close. Do you have a best friend? If so, how did they become your best friend? How close are you to your best friend? I support my mum. Pretty close, but… now? If you were to go missing, who would worry about you? My family, maybe some new classmates, and probably my father? Have you lost any loves? If so, how did it happen, and what did you do? No. Do you have any bitter enemies? If so, please describe them and their history with you. Um, Julia Cassaveti. But that was because she made sure there was some problems with some of my tryouts for performances. If you have enemies, how do you think they might attempt to work against you in the future? Well we’re on different coasts now so… no? What is the worst thing someone has done to you? Julia straight slashed my tires. Where do your loyalties lie? In what order? Uhm, my family, my dreams, my… team? My classmates? I dunno how to define that. Who or what do you trust the most? Why? I’d like to say my family, because they are my family. We're close. Who or what do you despise? Why? Cruel people. I don’t feel I need to justify myself on that, people who make others hurt, for no reason. What qualities do you admire most in other people? Are these qualities you possess? Compassion and perseverance. That is it. I believe I do What qualities do you hate most in other people? Do you have any of those qualities? Cruelty, selfishness. I am neither. I mean a little thoughtless, sure, but not cruel or selfish. Do you have a secret identity? If so, who knows it? Do you hide it from people who are close to you? Why? I suppose so? I mean, I am trying to hide my identity where possible... Do you work well on teams and in groups? Are you a leader or a follower? I think I work well in teams, I do tend to be jumping in the front. Are you on a super team? If so, how do you get along with your comrades? Do you trust them, or do you have secrets from them? I go Claremont, does that count? We don’t share everything with each other. Are you a member of any church, fraternal organization, club, committee, political party, or other group? How much time do you spend on that? Not really? Do the dance schools/academies count? If so those. I don’t have a whole like of time for anything else. Personality & Beliefs Who are your heroes? Maria Kochetkova and Pablo Picasso. My mum. Did you ever become disillusioned with former heroes or idols? If so, why and what were the circumstances? Not really? I liked painting and drawing and dancing. I like what they've done, and my mom still kicked ass when I was a baby. Do you like being a hero? If so, what is the most rewarding part? If not, what makes you keep doing it? Am I here? I don’t think I am am. I don’t know how I feel about it. s there anything that would make you give up hero work, or even switch sides? I suppose dancing, getting accepted to a dance organization. What are your short term goals (what would you like to be doing within a year)? Have my powers under control, and maybe be free What are your long term goals (what would you like to be doing twenty years from now)? Retiring from dance? Maybe become a teacher. What is your greatest fear? Why? What do you do when something triggers this fear? Losing control of my powers… Because I almost killed my mom with them, and I just… I go into shock. Is there anything you would give you life for? I guess, altruistic sacrifice. How do you feel about money and material wealth? Do you desire it or disdain it? Are you miserly with what you have, or do you like to share? Is it a mark of success, or a means to an end? I sort of have it, from my family. It exists. It’s a thing. I am not one to dwell on it overmuch. How do you generally treat others? I'd like to think well? I give everyone a chance. The world is filled with weirdos, might as well do right by all. Are you a trusting person? Has your trust ever been abused? I am trusting to a degree, I feel you have to let your trust be abused. Some other people have tried to abuse it, and I don't talk to them any more. Are you introverted (shy and withdrawn) or extroverted (outgoing)? Do you have a lot of self-confidence? I waffle between. I feel I am confident on either side of the aisle there. How do you act around attractive, available members of your preferred sex? I try to match the social context as best I can. But... I can be a bit... pushy? What are your most annoying habits? I am a bit irreverent at times, and I make non sequitur jokes that people tend to not like. Do you feel contempt for any general category of people? Who are they, and why? I try not to, people are judgemental by nature, I try not to act on stuff without ample reasoning. But cruel people. What is your favorite food? Do you prefer any particular type of food? Do you take the time to enjoy your food, or do you eat as fast as you can? Mexican! All mexican! All the time! Tacooooooooooooooos! But I love all food. What is your favorite drink (alcoholic or otherwise)? Thai iced tea. What is your favorite treat (dessert)? Pineapple sorbet. Are there any specific foodstuffs that you find disgusting or refuse to eat? Soymilk. It is just nasty. What is your favorite color? Are there any colors you dislike? All colors! But, I like red the most. I don’t dislike any. What sort of music do you like? Is there any that you hate? Anything I can dance to. A lot of chillstep, or EDM, but I do have a love for rock'n'roll. If you have a favorite scent, what is it? Eucalyptus. Do you have a favorite animal? Percival. What is your most treasured possession? Why? A set of crowbill pens. I got them for Christmas one year, and over break I just was obssessed with using them. I love the way they feel. Do you enjoy "roughing it", or do you prefer your creature comforts? Both can be fun, I tend to be a bit more city. Is there a job or a task you would absolutely refuse to do? Watch my brother? Do you consider yourself a spiritual person? If so, how do your beliefs affect your life? How important is it to you? No. Not really. My folks aren’t. Was your faith influenced or molded by anyone special? No? I guess my folks. I f you belong to a religious organization, how often do you attend? Do you have a specific place of worship, or friends within the organization? How much do you agree with the beliefs of your organization? No. Could you kill? Have you killed? I don’t know… I never… God, I don’t think I could. What circumstances led to you forming that conviction, or taking that action? I am 16, I haven't given it much thought.. I feel it’s wrong. Are there circumstances under which you believe it is permissible to kill? What are they? I don’t know… self-defense? Defense of someone else? How would you react to watching someone kill another person? Would your reaction be different if the killer was a friend or an enemy of yours? Sick. Sick. Sick. I don’t know. I don’t know at all. How would you react if something important was stolen from you? I would be upset, but it’s a thing that can happen. Ad I will move on. How would you react to public humiliation? It happens. I recover from that pretty easy, having fallen off a few stages in performances. So double down, establish eye contact, and show them that I am the alpha! How would you react if a good friend or relative were purposely or accidentally killed? Has it happened to you? It’s happen accidentally, it… was upsetting and I was sad, but I can’t change what happened, and I eventually moved on, trying to remember the person as much as possible. A friend died in a car accident. What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why? I don’t know? I think… murder, it just stops them. The victim, their future. If your life were to end in 24 hours, what five things would you do in those remaining hours? I’d dance. Just dance. Career & Training Do you have any special training in your hero skills? If so, where and how did you get it? It’s why I am at Claremont. Who taught you the most about your heroing abilities? What was your relationship with that person? Right now? No one. Do you have any particularly unusual skills? How did you acquire them? Dance and my art. I’ve practiced them every day, almost. Do you do something besides hero work for a living? Have you ever done anything else, or do you plan to? Student. What is your preferred combat style? Not being there for it? Have you ever received any awards or honours? Some youth ones for dance and some drawing/painting. What skill areas would you like most to improve in? Is there anything you can't do that you wish desperately you could? Control my powers. How do you act around people who are more skilled than you in areas you'd like to improve? Are you jealous, or do you try and learn? Learn. I am surrounded by better and more skilled dancers, and gymnasts, and painters. So I just want to learn. I want to make myself better. Lifestyle & Hobbies What is a normal day for you? How do you feel when something interrupts this routine? Wake up. Work out or dance. School. More dancing. Do some sketching later. Sleep. Eat in the middle of all those. Do you have any hobbies, or interests outside hero work? What are they, and where did you pick them up? Dancing, calligraphy, painting, drawing. Eating. So much eating. I like surfing and longboarding What do you do for fun? Dance or something art. Eat. Do you have a costume? What does it look like? I got this ugly thing that Claremont gave me, when my powers kick it I make it… nicer? How do you normally dress when not in costume? Awesomely. Retro-ish. I think someone said I look like a thrift shop blew up on me. What do you wear to bed most nights? Depends on the weather and how I am feeling. Generally a night shirt and pajama pants, or no pajama pants. Do you wear any special jewelry? What is it, and what does it look like? Nothing special. Some earrings, and rings, but nothing fancy. Do you have a special place where you keep your valuables? Not really. What's your preferred means of local travel? How about long distance? Walking, long boarding, car, I suppose Miscellaneous Have you ever made a will, or tried to make arrangements for your death? What provisions did you make? I am a teenager. If your features were to be destroyed beyond recognition, is there any other way of identifying your body? Dental records or my height? What would you like to be remembered for after your death? My dancing. I hope it inspires out to dance. Do you believe you pose a threat to the public? Why or why not? If I do not control my powers, yes. What do you perceive as your greatest strength? How I can shake it off. I am adaptable and I don’t adhere to stuff. Shake it off. What do you perceive as your greatest weakness? I don’t know? My fear, right now. I suppose. As a player, if you could, what advice would you give your character? Speak as if he/she were sitting right here in front of you. Use proper tone so they might heed your advice... Control is a thing that you need to sort out in a way that works for you. Applying the same methods in all aspects of your life is problematic.
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