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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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❛ monsters don’t sleep under your bed, they scream inside of your head

INTRODUCING SONG JAEMIN, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF PSIONIC INUNDATION.

WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.

WHO ARE THEY?

PERSONALITY

(+) calm, loyal, determined (–) unforgiving, selfish, aloof

BACKGROUND

i don’t remember, was what he said when they asked about his past. i don’t know, was what he responded to the inquiry of his name. okay, was what he agreed when they told him to stay put. song jaemin appeared quite the obedient little boy when he was found alongside the road by local police. quiet, with a blank facial expression, the boy’s hand was taken before he’d been gently ushered into a vehicle in which, after it had started moving, jaemin sat obediently gazing out of the car window as trees flicked past and green soon turned to grey. the officer who had found the boy gazed upon his frail form through the rear-view mirror. jaemin’s own dark orbs met the curious ones. the face of the man briefly contorted in confused pain. when they arrived at destination, the disgruntled man was unable to recall where he’d found the boy.

jaemin sat on a blue chair, head bent as he swung his little legs that were too short for the tips of his worn shoes to touch the squeaky-clean floors of the police station. Intensely, yet with a hint of curiosity, the boy watched as a spider crawled from underneath the chair, circling one leg as it hid underneath the shadows of jaemin’s legs. “sweetheart?” a kind voice startled the boy from his reverie and once again dark orbs lifted to meet the gaze of another stranger. a woman smiled indulgently as she handed the boy a wrapped candy, its colours stark against the stranger’s tanned hand. carefully, the boy lifted the candy from her palm and the woman gave him a brilliant smile before she walked away. when child protective services took jaemin away an hour later, the only evidence of the boy’s discontinued presence was an opened candy wrapper underneath the blue seat – a twitching spider right next to it.

cats were beloved by jaemin. it was therefore really unfortunate that the family who adopted the little boy owned a dog. misfortune befell the family’s pet when, on a peaceful saturday afternoon, the creature suddenly started whimpering from its spot on the sofa between jaemin and his new father. blood tricked from the animal’s tear ducts before it shuddered its last breath. father had been confused, and mother inconsolable. jaemin simply stared as a hole in the back garden was dug before the golden retriever was buried. a month later, jaemin welcomed a new addition to the family with open arms and twinkling eyes – a black cat he named luna. the boy’s parents felt relief knowing they had managed to cheer up their baby boy after the tragic loss of their previous pet.

classmates refused to play with the weird kid, or so jaemin was told when he’d accidentally overheard a conversation during lunch break. the boy knew he’d scared the boys and girls in his class but did not know why. it was surprising when a few days later, a freckle-faced boy firmly planted his butt on the grass next to jaemin’s. the smile that he directed at jaemin was more brilliant than the sun which warmed their backs. the friendless boy’s face had remained neutral, and the sight of it started to diminish the newcomer’s confidence. the smile slipped from crooked lips until the two boys made eye contact. a breathy laugh and many sandwiches later, jaemin went home to tell his parents that he had finally made a friend, and park heechul would never forget the overwhelming feelings of gratitude (mixed with an inexplicable stinging sort of pain) that he felt when he’d sat down next to song jaemin that day. henceforth, jaemin could be seen trailing after heechul throughout their school years.

money couldn’t buy happiness but it could allude to it. as jaemin slowly grew up, his understanding of the privileged status he enjoyed grew as well. they were an upstanding middle-class family, earning respect and recognition from the people in their neighbourhood. his mother received frequent invitations to tea gatherings and church outings, while his father was often invited to lavish parties at expensive-looking hotels – to close business deals or extend his influence. as jaemin began to understand the importance of monetary means, and the generosity with which money was spent within their family, the boy also noticed the steadily increasing absences of his father from home. the now 13-year-old regularly opened the door to accept packages as a result from his mother’s new-found addiction to teleshopping.

while his mother hid her sorrows with expensive jewellery, the newest household appliances and forced cheerfulness, jaemin observed the times his father returned home. when the boy caught his father cheating, he was a teenager and already in high school. money didn’t buy happiness, but when song jaemin stared into his father’s eyes, he realised that he didn’t need to exchange anything for happiness. he could simply take it – forcefully, if he had to. the therapist couldn’t explain the large gap in the man’s memory, nor the persistent headaches, but all was forgiven when jaemin’s mother left that necklace she loved so much on her dresser and jumped up to greet her husband as the man finally came home at an appropriate time of day. and if jaemin’s lips curved into a sly smile, no one was there to witness it (if only, perhaps, the cat).

after their family returned back to what song jaemin considered normalcy, the teenager recalled the events he had brought about and the conscious act of erasing his father’s memory which had brought him a wicked sense of gratification. it wasn’t long before he started looking into mutation, reading records of known mutants who had outed themselves as such and agreed to having their powers documented. his research was to be kept a secret. slowly but surely, jaemin came to an understanding on the basics of his own abilities, and the life he had led. fragments of a past before his current family were mulled over at night, hiding under the covers with only the light of his phone to help his vision as an article about a missing boy led him to an article about a particular school. when jaemin finally closed his laptop and went to sleep well past midnight, both articles were bookmarked for safe-keeping.

the day jaemin fell out with his best friend was the day the unfortunate guy swept jaemin’s crush off her feet and declared her his. struggling with emotions and unable to express his feelings, jaemin had watched as the girl he had come to love throughout his high school years became infatuated by the charismatic guy, always animatedly chattering abuse to the mutant’s sensitive ears. whether heechul had been aware of jaemin’s affections for the girl remains unknown to this day. it wasn’t the kind of knowledge a comatose patient could convey. the girl had been heartbroken, and jaemin had undergone a physical change – a thick lock of white-grey hair now fell gently down his pale forehead.

i can make things happen, was what he told his parents after graduation. i’m a mutant, was what he confessed upon gazing at their confused faces. i’m leaving to study at gumi, was how jaemin informed his adoptive parents of his departure. to his parents’ credit, they helped him pack his things but when song jaemin got into the car of a foreign brand which would transport him to the international university, his parents did not look back as the car rolled down the driveway. jaemin wasn’t a case of special normalcy to them. not when his father advocated against mutants. not when he had obliterated any trace of him from his adoptive parents’ minds prior to getting into that car. luna was all that remained, and jaemin had decided to take her with him to his new home.

jaeger wasn’t the best but they were cunning, resourceful – and jaemin felt he could belong. while certain practices made him squeamish, he learnt to accept them or turn a blind eye. as an original member, song jaemin was taught to fight for the pride of the team and win, by any means necessary. he took that too literally one day and endured the consequences. the student’s body was broken but his mind clearer than before. jaemin started training more vigorously, strengthening his weak body and honing his mental abilities – and if he lost the colour of his hair, it was a mere side-effect he could live with. arrogance was not a word in the man’s dictionary but he was a follower like no other, prepared to reach heights many wouldn’t dream. all for the sake of jaeger – and to learn to control his abilities.

when he tossed and turned at night, no one was witness. after all, song jaemin had a room to himself. other students generally gave his apathetic presence a wide berth. when his grades dropped and his absence was noted more frequently, his fellow team mates frowned. nightmares haunted song jaemin at night (the agonised screams of one’s former best friend overlapping with numerous pairs of fearful eyes as he delivered fate) and fatigue taunted him during the day. and then came the moment where he looked into his captain’s eyes and couldn’t remember the guy’s identity. disoriented, jaemin fled – to the comforts of the library he worked in part-time, to the softness of his sheets where he remained until waking and realising he missed lectures (again), and, eventually, to the deep recesses of his mind.

a now silver-haired song jaemin roamed the halls of gumi international university for the powered. still a jaeger member, perhaps for longer than he had initially intended. having failed many classes, and having been unable to discern reality from illusion, jaemin had been forced to delay graduation – only having been able to follow half the courses on the curriculum for a year or two. he was now a fourth year, and among the oldest jaeger members still at university. his assumed brilliance in controlling his power through intensive training throughout the years has left him grey in the many definitions of the word; life seemed bleak, safe for the moments jaemin could feel passion during a fight. his memories were gap-filled and it had been many months since jaemin last felt in tune with his emotions. but he has survived this far, and he will continue his fight for survival in an environment where fighting, at times, appeared to be the only virtue.

WHAT CAN THEY DO?

song jaemin is gifted with the power of psionic inundation which causes a psychic attack, also called telepathic torture. the attack results in a mental overload which could result in brain damage, loss of memory or consciousness, turn the victim(s) into a vegetative state or even cause death. the attack can manifest in two ways; [a] extreme mental pain often described by victims as if their brain is on fire, and [b]overload of haunting voices/ psychobabble that can cause the victim to go insane or drive them to a mental breakdown. both variations can overpower the victim and effectively make them lose concentration, or consciousness. please note that; [1] jaemin can’t change or manipulate the memories his attack affects, only erase. [2] the severity of the damage can be controlled by jaemin (ooc note: the writer of the victim determines how far the mental damage should go), [3] jaemin prefers to utilise his abilities and attack from a distance.

WEAKNESSES —

as powerful as his abilities may seem, jaemin’s power has lots of weaknesses and side-effects of which many he attempts to keep concealed. psionic inundation is activated upon touch or eye contact, though jaemin prefers eye contact as he is often uncomfortable with touch. both manners of activation are instantaneous. the attack can last up to 20 min in one attack, before jaemin has to break the attack and rest for 30 minutes. the effects of inundation will linger for approximately 10 minutes after the attack is broken until fading. in the case that the victim breaks eye contact shortly after jaemin attacked, the effects of inundation will linger for approximately 6-7 minutes. should jaemin ever activate his abilities upon touch, the same duration of attack and effects of inundation after attack apply. jaemin’s control over his power is weakened when he is exceptionally drowsy or his psychic energy is depleted. being a psychic, in jaemin’s case, means being weaker physically. while he keeps training hard to gain skills in physical combat, if jaemin needs to resort to punches – if he’s dragged into a physical fight – he always emerges with varying degrees of physical injuries that heal slowly. it is one of the reasons why jaemin is often surrounded by jaeger members in fights where they have to compete as a team and he can use his abilities from a safe distance. jaemin’s psychic range is 75ft but his abilities are more effective when the target is within 50ft. mutants gifted with psychic shield and/or psychic immunity can blockjaemin’s attacks, and other psychic users such as telepaths might be more difficult for jaemin to influence and vice versa. mutants with memory manipulation can potentially shield their memories from being erased in attack [a] but will be susceptible towards mind blast [b]. jaemin can only mentally attack five targets at a time (rapid eye contact) or two targets at a time (touch). the danger to jaemin’s power is that his abilities affect him as well, though in a much slower rate than when used on victims. in order to use his power, jaemin’s brain overloads with psychic energy, causing him to experience some of the effects his victims experience. a very slow, stunted but sure loss of memory is one consequence compared with a need to sleep more hours than necessary, but the most direct, visual consequence is the ageing of his hair, which has been discoloured a white-grey due to excessive us of jaemin’s abilities.

DID YOU KNOW?

the key to his heart is candy and cats

#rmaccepted #jaeger #subp: simon says #leo

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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❛ seriously, fuck freud

INTRODUCING HAN JISOO, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF CARBOKINESIS.

WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.

WHO ARE THEY?

PERSONALITY

(+) honest, diligent, quiet (–) surly, reckless, insubordinate

BACKGROUND

she’s long learnt that size is less important than agility. at least, that’s her theory.

it’s not working too well, her opponent besting her with sheer mass, fists almost the size of her head and the strength behind it as well. jisoo gasps, each breath marred with copper-bitter blood. her attacks hardly register on this mountain of a man, and she’s relegated to defense, cornered, her forearms shielding her face. he can finish her with just one more punch, and they both know it. but this is not a fight to withdraw from, and so jisoo braces herself as he swings his arm towards her, aimed high.

she hears the crunch of bone, but it’s not hers – she is untouched, fortified and held together by the imperceptible shift in her skin. her opponent is screaming in pain, his fingers flat against his palm in unnatural dislocation. she can barely grasp what’s happened, the instinctive understanding fading against the commotion of the fight itself, but jisoo feels the change in her body well enough to know her next move.

she curls her hand into a fist and knocks that sucker out.

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she’s born fighting, thrown into the world with her tiny hands curled into fists. her family loves her, does their best to soothe the inexplicable roughness they find in her, but nothing quite works. she is loved, her parents giving all they can in any circumstances they find themselves in, and jisoo grows up a little softer, but she keeps her edges, the prickliness that keeps most people away. she’s seen enough of the way others treat her brother to know it’s better that way.

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when she is sixteen, she falls into the wrong company. it’s a familiarity known to her only when she discovers it, a feeling of maybe this is what she was meant to do coursing through her. it’s not the fighting ring itself; that is but the conduit for whatever this is that she feels.

above all, she recognises the girl, the one with the bloodshot eyes, watching from the shadows. always watching, never fighting. this, she knows, she’s always known, bloodlust-crazy or not. she doesn’t learn the extent of the other girl’s powers, ever. all she knows is her effect on the ring when she’s there. her opponents are stronger, faster, more vicious whenever she’s around, almost feral in nature and with the matching strength to boot. either way, jisoo learns to love the surge of white-hot adrenaline, the clamour for blood awakened in her whenever the girl’s around. she misses it, she finds, when the fighting ring is shut down abruptly, broken up into fragments of its former self and the girl disappears into shadow.

it must have felt divine, she thinks, to have been able to control the bloodlust. or perhaps she’s mistaken fear for elation; she’d hardly known the difference when the girl was around.

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gumi university is known only for one thing, and one thing only. of course it’s what attracts her to it, despite the mediocre ranking of its animation programme and the distance from anywhere else that falls under the category of civilisation. what’s a college experience without monsters?

hellion. she likes the sound of it. gumi’s chasing monsters, but the one inside her is looking for them.

WHAT CAN THEY DO?

POWER — carbokinesis – the ability to manipulate carbon. she can move, shape and otherwise manipulate all forms of carbon, such as changing it into various physical states and altering properties, including color, density, texture and flammability. she does this by restructuring carbon bonds to allow her to form carbon into different carbon-based matter, such as graphite or diamonds, using the carbon in her own body to supplement or break down these bonds or atoms.

carbon construct creation – she can create constructs out of carbon from existing carbon materials, or rearrange the carbon in her body to create constructs that are part of or attached to her. the structural strength of her constructs will depend on her knowledge of the object she is creating and the degree of intricacy, and the more complicated it is, the more difficult it will be to create such a construct. the carbon she manipulates will retain its shape after the initial manipulation, as she is physically rearranging carbon and not holding it together through force of will.

carbon isolation and formation – she can isolate carbon in some cases to use it to form carbon-based matter. she can thus weaken carbon-based matter, such as diamonds, causing it to be susceptible to bending or breaking, or strengthen such materials by rearranging the carbon to fortify the material. hence, she can also harden her skin by rearranging the carbon in her body to make it as hard as diamonds.

WEAKNESSES —

most of her carbon manipulation involves the carbon in her own body, and since there is a limited amount of carbon in a human body, jiwoo typically cannot both create a construct from herself and also fortify her skin; she is unable to multitask and utilise both of her applications at once. moreover, because carbon is one of the basic building blocks of the human body, if jiwoo manipulates too much of it in herself she could cause her body to shut down. thus, she has a limited supply of carbon that is readily available for her to manipulate.

outside of her own physical body, jiwoo can only manipulate carbon in its most pure form, or at least a material that is minimally 90% carbon, as she can only manipulate carbon and nothing else; for example, even though plastic contains organic polymers, the chains of carbon are likely to have the addition of other atoms that she cannot manipulate – ergo, she cannot manipulate plastic, or anything that is not made up of a majority of carbon atoms. trying to do so will result in structurally flawed constructs that are unlikely to hold their form beyond her initial attempt at manipulation, or constructs that will shatter upon impact.

she cannot create carbon out of nothing – there exists carbon in almost everything, but she currently cannot isolate carbon that is bonded to anything other than that of her own body. thus, she cannot create carbon out of the carbon dioxide in the air, or pull carbon from various living things and inanimate objects. jiwoo is limited to manipulating carbon from herself, or carbon that already exists in as pure a form as possible.

she has to be in physical contact with the carbon forms to be able to manipulate them; her manipulations are not telekinetic and she must be in contact with the carbon to rearrange the bonds or atoms. this is due to the way she manipulates carbon – using the carbon present in her body necessarily means she must be able to physically ‘transfer’ the bonds to or from the objects she’s manipulating, which requires physical contact.

her time limit comes more with fatigue than the use of her power; carbon manipulation for her is more like building physical things than any mental feat, which means she could theoretically engage her ability for an indefinite amount of time. however, like any ability she is limited to what her body can stand, and cannot continue using her ability when exhausted or if she uses up the carbon available to her.

DID YOU KNOW?

has jumped out of a three-storey building & survived, would jump out of a three-storey building again.

#rmaccepted #hellion #subp: in for the kill #jeon jiwoo

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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❛ if there’s one thing i learned over the eons, it’s that you can’t give up on your family, no matter how tempting they make it.

INTRODUCING HAN JISUNG, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF PORTAL CREATON.

WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.

WHO ARE THEY?

PERSONALITY

(+) smart, heroic, compassionate (–) overprotective, impatient, competitive

BACKGROUND

i.jisung was born first in a family of four, consisting of his father, mother, him, and his younger sister – jisoo. their family was not poor per se but the kids’ parents needed to work hard, with all their blood, sweat, and tears, to give them a decent life.

ii. the first born is every parents’ dream. he always excelled in everything he did. he is always his class’ top student. he never left competitions without a medal around his neck or a trophy in hand. he had worked multiple jobs at a time so that he could to earn money not just for him but for the ones he loved as well. he is the perfect son but that didn’t just come to be. his family was his motivation, to be able to give them a bright future ahead of them. that’s why he studied his hardest, trained his hardest, and worked his hardest.

iii. his powers emerge at the age of 14. it first manifested during an arduous time and the teenage boy longed for escape. his hands started to emit glowing orbs that flare and spark in hues of purple and blue, much like the sparklers kids hold during new year’s, when he brought them together it became bigger and bright. to his astonishment, the once firework like orbs have grown into a small aperture looking out to cheonggyecheon stream, the same vista, the same place where jisung loved to escape to. han jisung was a mutant and this scared him because there were heavy consequences that could potentially ruin him, so the boy kept it a secret for as long as he could.

iv. the year that jisung was eligible to represent the country for the olympics was the lowest state he’s ever been. secrets were never kept for long, they always find a way to become known. like every other olympian there are tests each one is mandated to take, one of which is the test to discover if one has the mutant genome. this is a mandatory test for all, as mutants who look to play sports professionally is looked down upon solely for the belief of the supposed advantage they have over non-mutants. it is no surprise that jisung tested positive for the mutant genome and that was when his life fell apart. it was his dream to join the olympics, he has trained for as long as he could remember, worked all he could to be able to pay for the cost of it.

v. for a time, the boy was lost, angry even, but he was able to spring back up when he met a fellow mutant during his junior year in high school. this person was able to turn jisung’s life around and that’s one of the reasons why he fell in love with them. he started to train in martial arts again, even his powers. until that hole inside him was finally filled and the old jisung was back.

vi. everything felt perfect until his significant other was taken from him, victim to a heinous mutant hate crime. the culprits were sentenced “not guilty” as the law favored them, the non-mutants. this ignited a fire in jisung, resulting into him tracking them down and ending them the moment he could. because of what had happened this influenced jisung’s decision to pursue law, hoping that a time will come where he can fully avenge the love of his life in form of saving others.

vii. before jisung could enter university, he decided to take a gap year to work and save up enough money to be able to shoulder the expense of studying. during this time, jisung took as many jobs as he could – legal and illegal – all the while, still training.

viii. a year after all the back-breaking work he finally was able to enter gumi, his parents were a bit skeptical on his choice when he’d passed other more distinguished schools geared for law. in the end, his parents trusted his decision and that’s how the boy found himself in gumi’s campus taking up political science. not long after his admission, jisung was recruited into alpha because he made quite a name for himself during his tournament days and fighting prowess, thinking the freshman would make quite the addition to their roster, and as expected the male did, and excelled in the monster games; earning him the title as one of alpha’s respected (and feared) members at present.

ix. jisung encountered kick at its early phase of distribution. his previous supplier when he’d worked as a dealer for drugs contacted him and asked if he wanted in. the boy obliged, money is money after all, and that was how jisung turned into one of gumi’s resident kick dealers.

x. now, jisung is at his senior year looking to graduate with latin honors and pursuing law school. incidentally working part-time at fast-food chain, mostly as a delivery boy. whilst dealing kick and teaching martial arts at the weekends on the side.

WHAT CAN THEY DO?

portal creation

jisung is gifted with the power to create a teleportation vacuum in which he could transport multiple people and/or objects between two non-adjacent locations. the boy can also close the portal at will, causing whatever that has not exited be cut off. his portals manifest in hues of purples and blues that open in the form of a tear in space, surrounded by fuming vapor and light leaks that glow and glint then closes back up until it fizzes out like a dying sparkler.

at first jisung could only open portals as big as basketballs from his hands and tear them open with extreme effort to get them bigger. the stretch was limited to the span of his arms and the opening was limited to distance of his hands could reach. for the boy it was like prying open a gateway that wants to close. with training and practice however, jisung was able to develop his portals and was even able to learn how to create teleportation vacuums much farther than him by throwing a small orb of energy similar to a glowing cherry bomb, that bursts into a portal when it reaches its destination.

non-mutant skills

master martial artist: jisung is proficient in several martial arts like karate, ninjutsu, and kyusho jitsu.

peak human physical conditioning: he was able to gain this from being trained almost his whole life to be an Olympic-level athlete.

weapons expert: through martial arts jisung was able to learn how to use various weapons and master the use of certain weapons namely – the katana, sais, and balisong. the boy’s personal favorite weapon to use are his twin sais.

proficient marksman: due to the training he’s received and nature of jisung’s powers he needed to be a skilled marksman. (e.x. throwing his sais or his portals open)

WEAKNESSES —

been there, done that

the most important and probably most crucial limitation of his powers is needing to see where he needs to open a portal to or having been there physically before. attempting to transport anyone or anything under these circumstances will result to whatever passing through the portal not making it out intact/cut in half. it will be much easier if the portals he create to are in his line of sight and if they are areas/places he’s very familiar with.

eyes, eyes, baby

at first glance you’d think jisung is completely normal but when you look at his eyes you’ll be able to tell he’s a mutant. after the first manifestation, the color of his irises started to shift from dark brown to the same hues of his portals – purple and blue. it was very subtle at first, barely even noticeable but as time went on and the more he tried to use it the more noticeable it was. because of the consequences of being found mutant, jisung started to wear contacts to hide them. it is able to hide his peculiarity but he is not able to portal with them. jisung’s peculiar eyes are key to his powers, if covered he won’t be able to see the portals and where they lead to. merely interfering with his vision could give the portal creator a hard time. he describes this like playing darts blindfolded during a hurricane.

land of far far away

the farthest he can go without exhausting himself is roughly within a 5-mile radius. any farther than that, jisung will have to create hand-opened portals and take more time as he’ll need to concentrate and visualize the place perfectly if not it will not work and his portals would just continue to fizz and spark between his hands.

i open at the close

jisung can only throw open portals in quick successions never two at the same time. doing so may risk those that enter to spatial splicing. additionally, it is not only jisung who can close his portals. anyone with the ability to control matter can forcefully close it with their power, e.g. telekinesis.

tick, tick, tick

the opened portals time to close varies in different situations. for distance-open portals, jisung is able to keep it fully open for roughly five seconds before it closes in on itself. hand-opened portals however are different, the boy can hold it open for as long as he physically can before it closes, it will be like walls closing in on the portal and jisung trying his best to keep them pried open. if jisung overdoes himself he could lose consciousness and his powers could go haywire.

size matters

the bigger the distance-opened portals the slower the time it takes for it to fully close. though the boy can close it at will, the time it takes to close is completely dependent on the portal’s size. given that, enemies are able to retaliate in that given time frame before the portal closes.

portal storm

the worst backlash jisung can ever have with his powers and evidently a situation he tries to avoid the most. if the boy pushes himself over the limits of his powers, he could fall unconscious and go into respiratory distress. during this time his powers will have a mind of their own, his hands blasting open portals all around.

training

to maintain jisung’s non-mutant skills and olympic-level condition, he needs to train as much as possible which is why he is a frequent body at the taeryung athletic center.

DID YOU KNOW?

need to be somewhere quick? need to get anything delivered? hit up the messenger of the alphas – just do keep in mind prices don’t come cheap.

#rmaccepted #alpha #lifted #bm

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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❛ can you teach me how to fly? see, i’m scared to die and we’ve only just begun to learn to crawl.

INTRODUCING HWANG JINYOUNG, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF PYROKINESIS.

WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.

WHO ARE THEY?

PERSONALITY

(+) cunning, driven, prudent (–) indecisive, insincere, vindictive

BACKGROUND

one. You spend your first five years sick. Nobody can tell you really why, only that your body seems to be fighting a constant fever. Nothing your father, born with a healing touch, does ever manages to keep it down for long. Years later you will come to realize that maybe your parents knew long before you ever set a single thing on fire. Maybe they were scared from the start.

two. You set your first fire aged six. Your mother tells you that it’s not your fault as she presses a cold, damp cloth to your father’s forearm. The scar left behind turns into a physical manifestation of your shame. The chronic fever is gone after that. We should have known, Jinyong-ah. We should’ve been more careful. They don’t tell you that your aunt shared your gift, that it was her fire that killed your grandparents years before you were even an idea. You learn that on your own, through gossip, through whispers during family gatherings. Your parents should understand, they, too, are gifted, but all of that doesn’t seem to matter. You are on your own, whether you want it or not.

three. All your powers do is hurt. You grow to resent it for being destructive in your untrained hands. There is a long and growing list of household items incinerated in bursts of frustration. Your older cousin, your tutor in this field, gently reminds you that negative feelings are just as much fuel to your flames as energy is, but at such a young age you interpret it as an outright invitation not to feel at all. It doesn’t work, of course, you are human and humans, as per default, feel. But you find out that you can hide what you feel, refuse to let it rear its head. You become an expert at feeling out your limits and keeping your emotions down enough You have become cold and distant, your father complains somewhere around your fifteenth birthday. I did it for you is what you long to say, but you swallow it, along with the tears of anger and frustration. You nearly incinerate the rug in the living room anyway.

four. It’s your mother who approaches you about attending Gumi International School for the Powered, somewhere where you will be able to truly learn how to use your gift, as she puts it with a nervous smile, as if she expects you to burn her to cinders. You would never, but by seventeen you have given up on assuring that you won’t cause her any harm. It’s not like she ever listened before. You understand the concept of trauma, but still it makes you feel bitter (bitter, for there’s no more energy to feel angry). I am not my aunt, you want to tell her. Your thoughts go unspoken as you fill out the paperwork.

five. There is something incredibly ironic about you, someone born to destroy, choosing to major in nursing. You do it anyway, partially to spite everyone who ever dared to doubt you, partially out of a sense of obligation to return every little bit of hurt you’ve ever caused. As long as you don’t call it outright punishing yourself no one will ever know. Gumi comes, however, with one incredible advantage: true independence. It is different from the self-sufficiency you had to learn in your childhood, comes with higher stakes, but it’s incredibly freeing. You take to it far better than you would’ve dared to imagine.

five-and-a-half. You don’t plan on joining a legacy team at first, the whole concept of the monster games scaring you – whether it’s because you are scared of getting hurt or hurting someone else you’re not quite sure yet. Lotus, however, stands for everything you strive for, in a way; control, discipline, the ability to forego brute force in favour of strategy. You mull over the choice for longer than necessary, you know this is where you want to be long before you are done listing the pros and cons.

WHAT CAN THEY DO?

Pyrokinesis grants the ability to manipulate the properties of fire.

This includes:

– Manipulate heat and fire present in the user’s environment.

– The ability to induce combustion and generate fire.

– Immunity to fire and heat up until 500°C, with the ability to expand said limit with training.

WEAKNESSES —

– Pyrokinesis relies heavily on the presence of oxygen in an environment to function. That excludes obvious situations like being underwater or in a vacuum but can also apply to particularly crowded, enclosed places with a higher percentage of carbonic oxide.

– Damp and/or cold climate heavily tamper with the efficiency, range & strength of Jinyong’s fire. If the necessary ignition temperature cannot be met, fire won’t form or be able to be maintained. While he runs hotter than most, if he can’t sustain his body temperature his efficiency will suffer. Likewise, humidity in the air, influences how well he performs, with rain-heavy seasons significantly affecting him and places like the poles or rainforests alike rendering him completely powerless.

– Jinyong is also reliant on good nutrition to generate fuel for his own fire. If he can’t eat to cover the calorie deficit, he runs risk of exhausting himself (short-term, takes give or take 60 minutes to set in) to damaging muscle tissue, nerves and organs if kept up past his limits. This also includes proper hydration – if neglected, he will be affected by his higher-than-average internal temperature of 39°C like every other human being: by coming down with a fever.

— After generating fire, a literal cooldown period corresponding to the amount of energy burnt is required. The exact amount of time needed depends on several factors like physical and mental condition, external temperature and so forth, but a good rule of the thumb is 20-30 minutes for an immediate cooldown (with potential consequences if still used past the personal limit) and up to 96 hours for a full recovery.

— Jinyong’s physical limit currently lies at 5 metres (about 16 feet), with non-combustible barriers able to decrease said range, his temperature limit lies at 500° C. Continuous, full use of his power can currently be upheld for 45 minutes to an hour and requires the full 96 hours of recovery in order not to cause permanent physical damage.

– Discipline and a strong hold on one’s emotions are an absolute must. Pyrokinesis comes with many limits that have to be kept in touch with in order not to damage its user and is known for its vast destructive power. Jinyong has made more than enough acquaintance with violent outbursts that have caused far more harm than he ever could’ve imagined and thus takes great care to keep his feelings under control, but when it boils down to it, he is still just a boy of eighteen and terribly afraid of his powers.

DID YOU KNOW?

he dislikes chocolate.

#rmaccepted #lotus initiate

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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First and foremost, we’re terribly sorry for the lack of activity on the main. However, REALMONSTERS is still alive and active! The applications that have been sitting in our inbox will be accepted later today - we’re so sorry for the wait.

Additionally, we’re currently looking for a mod or two to help out with the main. If you’re interested, please don’t hesitate to send us a message!

#rmadmin

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UNTIL OCTOBER 1ST, 11:59PST!

Undecided / Pyrokinesis (L) *EXT

ROSTER COUNT!

ALPHA: 6/7 (INITIATES: 3/3) LOTUS: 6/7 (INITIATES: 0/3) JAEGER: 7/7 (INITIATES: 2/3) HELLION: 7/7 (INITIATES: 1/3) NONLEGACY: 2/5

SUBPLOT COUNT!

BIRDS OF PREY: 2/10 IN FOR THE KILL: 4/8 LIFTED: 5/5 SIMON SAYS: 4/7

APPLICATIONS!

Han Jisung (Matthew Kim) / Portal Creation (A) (LIFTED) *RECEIVED Song Jaemin (Jung Taekwoon) / Psionic Inundation (J) (SIMONSAYS) *RECEIVED Han Jisoo (Jeon Jiwoo) / Carbokinesis (H) (INFORTHEKILL) *RECEIVED

#rmreserves

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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UNTIL SEPTEMBER 25ND, 11:59PST!

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, Ten (Nct) / Fox Physiology (H) Kim Jiwon (Actress) / Weapon Manipulation (J) **EXT Na Jaemin (NCT) / Gravity Negation (I) *EXT

UNTIL SEPTEMBER 28ND, 11:59PST!

Jeon Jiwoo (Kard) / Carbokinesis (H) (INFORTHEKILL) Jung Chaeyeon / Shapeshifting (SIMONSAYS) Undecided / Pyrokinesis (L)

ROSTER COUNT!

ALPHA: 5/7 (INITIATES: 3/3) LOTUS: 6/7 (INITIATES: 1/3) JAEGER: 7/7 (INITIATES: 2/3) HELLION: 6/7 (INITIATES: 1/3) NONLEGACY: 2/5

SUBPLOT COUNT!

BIRDS OF PREY: 2/10 IN FOR THE KILL: 4/8 LIFTED: 4/5 SIMON SAYS: 4/7

APPLICATIONS!

Cho Doyeon (Jung Jinsoul) / Succubus Physiology (I) (LIFTED) *MESSAGED Song Jaemin (Jung Taekwoon) / Psionic Inundation (J) (SIMONSAYS) *RECEIVED

#rmreserves

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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are there any powers you'd like to see in particular?

We would love to see physiologies or more elemental powers! Animal morphing is also a personal fav as well as shapeshifting, elasticity, super speed, super strength, and portal creation!

#Anonymous

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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UNTIL SEPTEMBER 25ND, 11:59PST!

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, Ten (Nct) / Fox Physiology (H) Jung Taekwoon, Leo (VIXX) / Psionic Inundation (J) (SIMONSAYS) **EXT Kim Jiwon (Actress) / Weapon Manipulation (J) **EXT Na Jaemin (NCT) / Gravity Negation (I) *EXT

ROSTER COUNT!

ALPHA: 5/7 (INITIATES: 3/3) LOTUS: 5/7 (INITIATES: 1/3) JAEGER: 7/7 (INITIATES: 2/3) HELLION: 5/7 (INITIATES: 1/3) NONLEGACY: 2/5

SUBPLOT COUNT!

BIRDS OF PREY: 2/10 IN FOR THE KILL: 3/8 LIFTED: 4/5 SIMON SAYS: 3/7

APPLICATIONS!

Cho Doyeon (Jung Jinsoul) / Succubus Physiology (I) (LIFTED) *MESSAGED

#rmreserves

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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UNTIL SEPTEMBER 25ND, 11:59PST!

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, Ten (Nct) / Fox Physiology (H) Jung Taekwoon, Leo (VIXX) / Psionic Inundation (J) (SIMONSAYS) **EXT Kim Jiwon (Actress) / Weapon Manipulation (H) **EXT Na Jaemin (NCT) / Gravity Negation (I) *EXT Seo Kangjoon (Actor) / Fire Manipulation (A) ***EXT (INFORTHEKILL)

ROSTER COUNT!

ALPHA: 6/7 (INITIATES: 3/3) LOTUS: 5/7 (INITIATES: 1/3) JAEGER: 6/7 (INITIATES: 2/3) HELLION: 6/7 (INITIATES: 1/3) NONLEGACY: 2/5

SUBPLOT COUNT!

BIRDS OF PREY: 2/10 IN FOR THE KILL: 4/8 LIFTED: 4/5 SIMON SAYS: 3/7

APPLICATIONS!

Cho Doyeon (Jung Jinsoul) / Succubus Physiology (I) (LIFTED) *MESSAGED

#rmreserves

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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❛ i exist too much, i feel too much, think too much. reality is crushing the life out of me

INTRODUCING RYU HANBYUL, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF TELEPATHY.

WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.

WHO ARE THEY?

PERSONALITY

(+) kind, captivating, earnest (–) overtrusting, insecure, clumsy

BACKGROUND

here is a boy swatched in gold- the world at his fingertips.

ii.

ryu hanbyul is born in the dead of winter: a frail little thing, two months too early, but with a surprisingly strong set of lungs to make up for any future health complications he might end up with. he comes out kicking and screaming, red in the face, and it makes his father’s lips flatten in displeasure before his features smooth into an impassive gaze. despite being a wailer in the beginning, he’s quite the docile boy. perhaps a little too soft and lacking the proper bite needed to survive in a world like this, but he doesn’t consider it to be problem. that is, until he realizes that he’s destined to become the heir to a corporation he could care less about instead of his darling older sister. it doesn’t make any sense to him. she handles everything with far more grace than he ever could, like she was meant for it. her back held taut and eyes looking straight ahead- his own, slouched and looking anywhere but here.

his father’s expectations weigh on him far too heavily to even try to refute it. his critical eyes pinprick the back of hanbyul’s neck as he sits down with private tutors, trudges through the arduous piano lessons, and reads about a culture steeped in tradition. in summary, he learns how to be the perfect son and more.

it’s overwhelming and exhausting, but he should be happy because he has everything he could possibly want.

( what he truly wants is to be able to live his own life, and that’s the only thing his father can’t give him. )

iii.

the minute he rolls out of bed, something feels off. a low buzz sits at the base of his skull, and everything sounds muted. his mouth is dry and he aches all over, but he chalks it up to the onset of a cold, or maybe a mild flu, and doesn’t think that anything is amiss until he takes a step inside of school. almost immediately, it’s like he has been hit by the invisible force of a freight train. or at least, his head has. it’s the sort of agonizing, splitting pain one would associate with a migraine, and it comes literally out of nowhere. a swarm of thoughts begin to rattle inside his head, each one louder than the last.

he must look like an idiot standing in the middle of the hallway, a total deer in the headlights, so he all but hurries to the nearest bathroom stall to lock himself in and tries to fight the urge to vomit. the headache dulls into a bearable throb. the thoughts that aren’t his lessen, no longer fighting for his attention.

with shaky hands he takes out his phone to tap a quick message to his noona: something’s wrong with me. help.

in the heat of the moment, it’s inconsequential that he doesn’t know where exactly he stands with his older sister at times. there was no one else in the world he would go running first to other than her.

iv.

they become best friends through sheer force and hanbyul’s dogged persistence. he hasn’t quite managed to find the right frequency for tuning out other people’s thoughts completely. especially when they get too loud. so he ambles up to the other boy with a crooked grin ( the real one, not the practiced one ) and says, “hey! you’re trying out for the soccer team, right? let’s practice together.”

he doesn’t expect it to fall apart so quickly. hell, he didn’t expect for it to fall apart at all.

the thing is, he’s not even mad about it. who would be, when your best friend saves your life? his extended stay at the hospital is just a small blemish- because his heart is still beating and that is a miracle in itself. the doctors tell him that he’s lucky, and he’s got the scars to prove it. thin fractals of puckered pink flesh that go out and fade into tendrils.

so it kind of hurts that he never bothers to visit and laugh at the dumb jokes he cracks that the nurses can only smile politely at as they fluff his pillow. it’s not the same.

he can do the practiced smiles, the manners fit for a prince, the words that run smoothly off his tongue. but pretending not to care, he thinks, is someting he’ll never manage to perfect.

home is where he’s hanging precariously on a precipice and doesn’t know how to let go. compared to home, gumi is a breath of fresh air he didn’t know he desperately needed. hanbyul is a natural disaster in the making, barely contained at the edges.

sure, he doesn’t get to study what he wants. he still attends business meetings with his father and has to hide how bored he is at all of it. but when he doesn’t make it into his father’s desired legacy, all the man does is sigh and shake his head. the disappointment in his voice is palpable when hanbyul finally works up the courage to tell him.

maybe falling will be easier than expected. all he needs to do is take the plunge.

WHAT CAN THEY DO?

TELEPATHY is the ability to mentally receive and transmit information. it involves being able to read, communicate with, or manipulate one’s thoughts.

— through mind reading, he can predict his opponent’s attacks before they even have a chance to occur. during this time frame, he is able to react quickly and put his team and himself out of harm’s way. this allows him to always be five steps ahead of everyone else and is useful as a strategist.

— he is able to implant false thoughts inside a person’s head. they must comply with his demands or what he asks for as long as it is simple and straight to the point. once done, the person will shake out of their stupor and realize that the impulsive thought was not done out of their own free will.

— although his power is primarily a defensive one, he is able to project psionic bolts of energy to overload a person’s mind. this does not cause any physical damage, but rather mental, knocking them unconscious.

WEAKNESSES —

— the thoughts of other people are always constant; as a result, his power does not work well in large crowds because he can easily get overwhelmed by being overridden with too much information. while he is able to tune out most people’s thoughts, it becomes increasingly difficult when there are a large amount of people near his vicinity.

— he needs to be within 25 feet of another person in order to use his power on them. subsequently, while he is able to filter through several peoples’ thoughts at once, he can only focus on one person at a time if he wants to manipulate their mind specifically, whether it is through illusions or another one of his tricks. because this requires concentration, he leaves his own body vulnerable to attack.

— more passive applications of his power can be used for longer without any obvious strain, but the ones that require his imagination or projections can only be done for up to three hours before fatigue sets in.

— those with physic shield or immunity are impervious to his power. likewise, mindless beings such as monsters do not have thoughts that can be read, and can only be subjected to the more offensive aspect of his power. as of now, he is only able to use his telepathy on other humans.

DID YOU KNOW?

looks like a total idiot, but is actually in the top of all his classes.

#rmaccepted #alpha #hwiyoung

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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❛ all that glitters isn’t gold, darling

INTRODUCING XU JUNHAO, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF DIAMOND MIMICRY.

WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.

WHO ARE THEY?

PERSONALITY

(+) sociable, bold, charismatic (–) reckless, self-indulgent, vain

BACKGROUND

I. THE LIMELIGHT

a childhood of golden spoons and silver platters is nothing less than expected for a boy like you. thrust into the spotlight from birth, you were always one to envy with those big eyes and a brilliant smile like no other.

picture perfect.

your father said. your mother reminded. your aunt scolded. your grandfather boasted. your friends questioned. the media outlets reported. you swear those words have bounced around in your head over a million times, seeping into the depths of your mind and implanting themselves there for good.

so you learned to deliver because no flaws would suffice. each surface was polished to a point.

no sir, you were anything but lackluster.

you lived for the flashing lights. eventually, basked in it. ultimately, sought glory from within it.

and that was all you ever knew.

II. THE INTERMISSION

city sidewalks and classroom carpets bled red for you, and only you. what others call friends, you called fans. every number mattered. every caption checked, and double checked. every hair brushed perfectly in place. every posture practiced in front of the mirror.

this was the world you knew. this became the very essence of you.

the hushed whispers, the shining glances, the wide smiles—the crowds inevitably followed you around. the uncomfortable feeling deep within your bones has long dissipated at this point, only to be replaced by casual complacency. they could have called you an addict at this point and you wouldn’t care.

more noise. more attention. you were happy. your family was proud.

life was a show in which you played the dazzling lead—until the curtains were suddenly pulled shut, and the lights went out.

a premature finale.

you’ve dealt with your fair share of antis before, low lives with nothing but pent up jealousy and resentment against the gem that was you—but it was never like this.

they said your eyes became the color of ice. your body was rock hard, sharp, stone cold to the touch.

they claimed you were a violent, untamable monster, capable of making flowers of purple and blue grow on the skin of those who dared to touch you.

they even said you painted the grass with a masterpiece of fresh blood.

you were at the prime of your high school career with hopes, dreams, and the continued promise of an unfathomably bright future, just as planned.

oh, but they didn’t care.

there could be no tarnishes in the family reputation, not when the nation—the world was watching. and so the glittering wonder of your life came to shatter before your very eyes, slipping through the white hot grasp of your own stubborn fingers.

III. THE SHOW MUST GO ON

with one final push, you were shipped off miles away to a school for abnegations like you to make it on your own until you could find a way to be their perfect little son again. in this foreign land with all these unfamiliar faces, you thought it would be easy to turn the page. to start over again. you pretended for as long as you could, dashing smiles, carefree shrugs, and all. but it was becoming harder and harder to suppress the supposed beast that thrashes within, so you did what was only natural.

you let it out.

within the confines of the dark, forgotten cement walls, you found your inner monster’s niche. it was deep underneath the city’s burning asphalt that you felt, though fleetingly, as if everything was right in the world again.

as if you hadn’t longed for it all this time.

you’ve lived your life with the world in the palm of your hand. you were not going to let a little setback become your end all, be all.

the show in which you starred wasn’t coming to an end. no, it most certainly is not.

you were only just preparing for the encore.

WHAT CAN THEY DO?

DIAMOND MIMICRY — means that junhao can transform his body fully into diamond. he is physically, but also partially, composed of diamond. while anatomically and biologically he looks and functions like any other ordinary human being, parts of his internal and external organs are made up of this precious gem. he’s, in other words, unscratchable when in his full diamond form, as this ability gives him virtually impenetrable dermal armor that can protect him from the majority of offensive attacks.

DERMAL ARMOR — allows him to be unscathed in the face of extreme changes in temperature, pressure, and so on. his diamond form also allows junhao to reflect not only light, but other kinds of attacks back at the offender, such as energy beams and projectiles as well.

NATURAL WEAPONRY — he is able to will certain parts of his body to manifest as weapons to be used in offensive combat. this can range anywhere from small, spiky protrusions along his skin, to an entire arm functioning as some variant form of spear or sword.

PASSIVE APPLICATION — all of the aforementioned applications are of course, only used when needed. passively, junhao’s skin isn’t super rock hard, but it is more firm to the touch than considered normal ( though he likes to tell people that he’s ripped and that it’s all muscle. ) he’s also not as blindingly lustrous as he would be in his full diamond form, instead he will appear to have a shine or glow that reflects light in a subtle, yet ever glaringly noticeable way.

WEAKNESSES

ACHILLES HEEL — while he’s not in full diamond form, he’s susceptible to injuries, albeit it takes just a tiny bit more force than usual for him to get a paper cut or some sort of bruise. when he’s in full form, however, at first glance he may seem completely unscratchable, but like all great heroes he does have his own achilles heel: a small area, about 3 centimeters in diameter, on the small of his back. this part of his skin is the only part of his entire being that isn’t composed of diamond in any sort of way.

SHATTERING — diamonds, although known as the hardest mineral substance on earth, are still susceptible to shattering. this makes junhao’s abilities quite weak when faced with mutants who possess the abilities of vibration emission and sound manipulation as high frequency waves can lead to molecular level fractures, and ultimately the shattering of his form.

PHYSICAL FLAWS — as stated above, when not in full diamond form, junhao is susceptible to injury. because he is physically composed in part of diamond, when junhao does decide to use his abilities to its fullest potentials, all he has to do is concentrate and mentally flip a switch to activate it. in other words, whatever injuries he sustained before entering into his full form, will remain and become kinks in his armor. he has no supernatural healing capabilities whatsoever.

TIME LIMIT — the amount of surface area on his body he wills to become full diamond is equivalent to the amount of energy and eventual exhaustion he needs to invest and pay for later. as of right now, junhao can only be in his complete form for a maximum of an hour if he’s really pushing it. usually, thirty to forty minutes is enough to have him recovering for at least three hours afterwards.

RANGE — while many other mutations allow users to engage in long distance combat, junhao is limited to only close range defenses and attacks because his power stems from within and manifests itself as being wholly and physically a part of his very being. for example, he cannot shoot diamond spikes at his opponent from afar because said spikes are literally a part of his body that he cannot remove or dismantle without fatal consequences.

DID YOU KNOW?

once ate a box of crayons in elementary school

#rmaccepted #lucas #alpha (initiate)

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❛ don’t let me die a coward, mother.

INTRODUCING SEOL DAHAE, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF GEOKINESIS.

WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.

WHO ARE THEY?

PERSONALITY

(+) dependable, practical, direct (–) insensitive, stubborn, judgemental

BACKGROUND

多 (da) “much, many; more than, over” and 海 (hae) “sea, ocean”

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids.

Hurried steps breaking the tranquil silence nature creates in the early morning hours, the sun barely peeking through. Hushed and hurried, “hurry, hurry, come on love,” your mother squeezes your small hand in her cold, shaking hands, “quick, get inside, let’s go, get in the car, quick.” You look at her trembling stature, the way she fumbles with her keys, the way she won’t stop blinking fast, looking for something; what is she looking for? The way she curses under her breathe making it harder for her to catch her breathe. Eventually the car starts, its old engine growling as if complaining due to her stress and anguish. She drove fast, she drove far, past mountains and hills which your curious gaze traced over peeking outside the car’s window. Your curiosity rampant, where are you going? Where are you? Why did you have to leave your hometown? Why are you being hidden from everyone? It was nighttime now. As the stars slowly made their way out, you can’t help but start counting them and get frustrated at how you keep losing count, the car is going too fast, you thought. You keep counting the stars, you notice now it was suddenly a lot easier, you notice the car has stopped now, you notice a stranger walking closer to the car, pointing a flashlight towards your mother’s direction, suddenly it was pointed at you, suddenly his look was shocked, and suddenly, the ground was shaking.

And people just untie themselves, uncurling lifelines.

You were frantically shoving clothes in the small polka dot suitcase, the same one you had when you and your mom first run away when you were five. Tears were ready to fall but you wiped them off before they got the chance to. What was it you were crying about? Was it sadness? Disappointment? Anger, perhaps? Pity? You didn’t know, you didn’t have the time to think about it, because once again you had to run. Silly and foolish and too trusting, that’s what you were, that’s what you called yourself over and over, your breath hitching, your eyes stinging again, your thoughts circling around the same person, the same face. Because if you could, if you had the time you would go to him and make him pay. Make him pay for persuading you to trust him, to pay for all the hours you spend together planning about what you would do or what you would be in the future, pay for all the notes you would exchange during class in which he would compliment your smile, pay for every single time he made you laugh, for giving it all up and give in to a government reward for a runaway mutant. You wanted to make him pay. For having to listen to your mom hush you and hurry once again to this old and beaten car, for seeing her almost brake from all the trembling, because you despised it, you despised seeing her like this the most. And the reason? You. You, the monster; the mutant; the mistake; the fallacy.

Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow.

When you’ve learned how to toughen up from the young age of five, you have this small hope that things will be easier for you. You grow up to be resilient, sturdy, your skin hardened, your soul unshaken, you are enduring it all and you tell yourself that running away is not an option anymore, that you must face it all straight on. Your mom held your hands once and she squeezed them, not with impatience, nor anguish, but unrelenting love; her strong gaze holding yours, words of reassurance leaving her lips, “I am proud of you.” And it’s as if those words found their own little corner in your mind and nested themselves in there, so that when you feel alone, weak and you want to surrender, they come forth and remind you that you mustn’t! Because you are your mother’s daughter, her little fighter with tough skin and a stubborn head the one who she saved over and over again from the ignorance and greediness of others. You must live Seol Dahae, for her effort shouldn’t go in vain, for she taught you to stand tall and to never lose yourself, she taught you to keep your feet sturdy on the ground and to look only forward. You aren’t a monster, you aren’t a mistake, you are your mother’s daughter, her one and only daughter.

WHAT CAN THEY DO?

♁ Geokinesis, or Earth manipulation, is an ability that allows its user to manipulate or shape earth minerals such as dirt or soil but also compositions of them such as boulders or mountains. Earth is a solidified energy therefore very hard to manipulate, you have to learn to be physically and mentally solid yourself before trying to master it. This power requires absolute and definite concentration as well as precision in arm, hand, leg and foot movement, one wrong movement and things could end up being completely out of order, e.g. to lift a mineral mass there has to be a downwards acceleration either by foot or arm which enables the earth to send the mass upwards, if the movement is anything different besides vertical then the results are also going to be different, which can be proven fatal if the user didn’t intend for them.

Dahae has had multiple difficulties trying to tame her powers, however after extensive research, every day training and a healthy diet she started to slowly see results. However a healthy body is not enough, if you aren’t of sound mind the earth knows and will not burden you with heaviness if it knows that you may crack under the pressure. It’s important to maintain a healthy relationship with your inner self and the people around you but also not hold in grudges, the more negative thoughts build up, the easier it is to lose control over your earth manipulation skills. Dahae is not fully there yet when it comes to a healthy inner self, she has a lot of thoughts and feelings which need resolve so for now what matters to her is to strive towards bettering herself in that area so that she can have full control over her powers. This power can extend to manipulation of mud, sand, fossils, metal and magma however Dahae is very far from being able to reach those levels.

WEAKNESSES

Contact: In the level Dahae is in right now, she is required to have to touch/keep in physical contact with earth minerals in order to manipulate them. Of course there are higher levels in which contact is not necessary, in which the user’s call and stability is strong enough that a simple head movement can have enough impact. To reach that level however the user has to be in perfect body shape and diet and in a perfect mental state, the user has to achieve complete inner peace.

Control Limit: Even though geokinesis can extend to manipulation of glass and metal, which if given the appropriate amount of training and research can also be mastered, it is impossible for Dahae to master them in her lifetime. Just to fully master manipulation of simple earth minerals can take up to a lifetime and the mutation in her would have to evolve further in order to reach such extent, for it to evolve further there would have to be further generations that carry her gene.

Time Limit: The total amount of time of use before fatigue is reached depends on the amount of mass the user manipulates. For example, in Dahae’s case fatigue can kick in around 2 to 3 minutes if she has to manipulate something as big as a two story house, however if she has to manipulate around ten 20-40kg boulders then it would probably take her around an hour to actually start feeling tired.

Weakness: The same way water is the opposite of fire, air can be the opposite of earth. It can be hard to use earth manipulation under extreme climates such as extensive windiness or hurricanes. The air can completely suck up the moisture from earth minerals and create erosion aka gradual disintegration.

Range: When it comes to lifting mineral masses it is mostly based on how much they weigh, for example, generally Dahae can lift 80kg boulders at approximately over 17ft, however when it comes to masses over 200kg she can lift them at under 17ft metres. She can also cause seismic streamers that can reach up to 5km and she can throw boulders as far as 500m (the length of a football field). These numbers however are approximate limits and it always varies with the amount of masses she can manipulate.

DID YOU KNOW?

Really enjoys doodling animals and nature – is bad at it though.

#rmaccepted #sejeong #lotus

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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❛ i am a cemetery by the moon unblessed

INTRODUCING OKUDAIRA HAYATO, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF SOLAR MANIPULATION.

WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.

WHO ARE THEY?

PERSONALITY

(+) disciplined. stoic. methodical. (–) strongwilled. resentful. insincere.

BACKGROUND

tw: discipline/abuse/war/violence.

preface.

a modest village sits on the outskirts of okinawa, an islet sheltered from a blanket of forestry. offering little sight to a green canopy up above, the island is lush with vegetation. shimokawa is home to an estimated two thousand inhabitants, resting south off the coast. it’s best known for rich topography and volcanic craters, despite that the island and its residents live in unperturbed isolation.

shimokawa is a sacred haven, been blemished through and through with misconceptions produced by outsiders; those who live amongst the camouflaged gene-capable. they are dubbed as mavericks and unearthly bodies, given the negative connotations as indigenous shamans. technological advances are still in delay, as the civilians and locals residing in shimokawa live with simplicity. modernism goes disturbed, left suspended. answering the unconscious digital machine was taboo. the village of shimokawa has lived in peace for centuries, having marked their last date of civil war in the early 20th century.

act one.

”for as long as the earth has been in orbit, the gene is what separates us from common folk. the privilege of your birth brings upon burdens of generations before you. your slain descendants of air, fire, lightning, ice, light, precognition, and darkness have given you a greater gift, a greater ambition to preserve the sun,” a mentor once preached. an acknowledged, and elder priest. his face is long and dark, as his hands were gnarled with battles told in storytelling. he stood an overwhelming one hundred and eighty-five centimeters, though a centered and wise man he was. he bathes the young boy with cold water in a wooden bathhouse. in a low hum, the mentor sings a time-honored melody as he combs through the toughened knots in your hair. the priest washes you clean until your week’s worth of purification ceases. but for so long, have you fought to avoid cold water baths and the rest of what traditions follow.

your days are spent under the weighted circumstances of rituals: regular purifying, washings with cold water, the importance of loyalty, the practice of your abilities. the best hours of the day was kept for observing testimonies of life, death, rebirth, spirituality, and blood. sitting among the other boys from well-respected manors, you enjoyed playing endurance games. you count the raised wounds from weeks old worth of floggings on your stomach and legs with the sons of other clans of bone and earth before supper. you strayed from discipline as a child, and the amount of trouble you encouraged cost you physical punishment.

the third day out of the week was always your favorite. after intermission was held between instruction, the main training hall was open for hand-to-hand and blade preparation. you arrived well composed. standing at one-seventy-three centimeters tall, sixteen going on seventeen, growing out of last season’s hakama. you’ve always envied the prestigious nomiya nagiko, daughter of a neighboring blacksmith who pushed gratification on his children blessed with evolution. although you were two years her senior, she always had the first hand at swordsmanship.

act two.

you practice alone into the night, so much that the bottom of your heels is worn, calloused. you studied the science following your training with shimazaki and solar energy. to allow your selfishness overrun physical training leaves you with a burn between your eyes. at the roots of where the strange flowers lie writhing in the soil, awakens your motivation. it was night from when you remembered, already grown solemn from years spent in devotion to becoming the okudaira clan’s next officer. authority and rule became highly prioritized.

act three: finale.

the world is a sort of barren wasteland. the land of which that sits abandoned, an empty void. overgrown with dead weeds, almost, as the heart of the village is no more. you enter this territory, unwarned and ungoverned, but will proceed to live under the expectations with the blessings of those of your descent. then, will your temperament change for the better as you age and gather prudence from the elder, much-acknowledged men.

during the silence in december, it was nighttime when the village was up in flames. the shrine was blanketed in snow, and all at once, the moon arose through the thick haze of the fallen temple. the snow continued to hail; falling, falling, and having been cascading, became the spilling of blood. you bite back down on your pride that was steadily flourishing; slowly establishing yourself anew. your honor cannot be broken; you yearned to protect the village and all who coexist. however, with your prioress, you fled to a safe sanctuary of the wind manipulating sisters in the north. the men and young priests and priestesses defend what little was left of their homes and families. you witnessed that the end was approachingㅡ weary that decades of peace, might’ve been near.

a declaration of war is here adopted by long lost brothers who have claimed their vengeance, resentful and weak, no longer with the protection of their superiors. the enemies come with their mortal lives and industrialized weapons of gun and steel. their stances are tall and they move sharp across the fields, now turning into a late, darkened maroon.

with your brothers and sisters, all in congregating manors, do you gather in the cramped understructure beneath the shaken earth. your elders lie on the war-torn terrain to pray for a better tomorrow, for that lives shall be spared.

to gather and be as one during a time of violent conflict, arising from ashes comes a new generation. that even now, there are mental, if not physical scars left behind in disputes against the mortals and your ownㅡ the gene empowered. you’ve learned well that the statement is flawed, not everyone is created equally.

and yet, you still walk the earth with full potential.

WHAT CAN THEY DO?

solar manipulation (also known as heliokinesis), is the manipulation of the sun. the sun is regarded as the heart of the solar system, and its wielder holds extensive control provided by force. some of these said skills can allow the mutant to generate, form, and maneuver most of the sun’s properties. part of the sun’s facets include organic nuclear energy, heat, illumination, mass and/or gravitational fields, and magnetic fields.

applications goes as followed.

solar constructs: solar energy can be used to create objects, varying from weapons to more practical structures such as buildings.

solar attacks: energy from the sun can be implemented as projectile attacks, and the intensity of these can be released to the mutant’s liking.

solar manipulation: the practice of bending the sun’s energy, either to create, shape, or manipulate.

WEAKNESSES

the subject is not immune to physical damage from the sun’s rays or energy. he is openly endangering himself regarding skin diseases, eye-related complications and/or injuries caused by heat.

mental stability is highly looked upon when putting various abilities to use. precision, distance, mass, and volume are determined by the subject’s knowledge, and must be rightfully measured when doing so.

self imposed exhaustion/drain (including dehydration, overheating of one’s body, sporadic blindness, etc) can result from consequences such as using too much energy over time or all at once.

constructs (all objects including weapons) created by the sun’s energy can slowly deteriorate if the subject is, but not limited to, present injuries as well as his physical or mental state declining. the result will leave the subject with ultimately no control if fallen unconscious.

the subject’s abilities are rendered useless against an opponent gifted with lunar manipulation.

all attacks/constructs/generations and manipulations are derived from the sun, therefore, the intensity is prone to be stronger during daylight. despite that the sun is still active at night in different parts of the world, it is not directly present in proximity of the subject’s physical location. hence, the potency of the abilities will weaken greatly.

DID YOU KNOW?

instead of eating food being served on campus, he spends extra hours after studying to make his own lunches. really loves to cook and learn how to make new dishes, it’s a peaceful way to pass the time and it takes his mind off the future such as graduation or current ordeals with stress.

#rmaccepted #fukushi sota #subp: in for the kill #tw: abuse #tw: violence

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realmonstersrp · 6 years

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❛ there’s something soft in me— / we killed it and it’s rotting.

INTRODUCING YUE WENYAN, OUR NEWEST STUDENT WITH THE POWER OF ROT INDUCEMENT.

WELCOME TO GUMI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL FOR THE POWERED.

WHO ARE THEY?

PERSONALITY

(+) meticulous, protective, loyal (–) sarcastic, detached, blunt

BACKGROUND

i. the city never sleeps. it’s sprawling, never-ending, and yue wenyan is just an ant among millions, looking for a way out.

ii. his mother leaves when he’s ten years old. she seems almost half-mad on that fated day; a whirlwind that tears through the closet and leaves destruction in the form of scattered clothing and broken memories. in a hushed tone, she talks of a rich businessman who promises her the world and more, of a man who has the midas touch and can give her everything his father can’t. she packs her bags in a rush, racing against the clock as if time is running out. he doesn’t understand why she’s in such a hurry until she’s actually gone, and then all he’s left with is the cloying stench of her perfume.

iii. this is not a fairy tale, nor does he get his own happy ending. the art of falling apart is one his father knows well. it’s subtle at first and then becomes apparent all at once: bottles of alcohol are his new best friend, and it’s a ghost he can’t seem to shake no matter how much wen pleads and begs. it becomes routine for him then to silently pick up the mess left on the coffee table every single day before he leaves for school, to hide the evidence in his neighbor’s recycling bin as an attempt to retain a semblance of normalcy in his now silent household. the truth hurts. his father is an alcoholic and the world threatens to swallow him whole.

iv. he’s going to die here; he just knows it. hong kong is stifling, and he feels like he can’t breathe. he is insignificant, just like his father says on a good day- a speck on a piece of paper that hardly takes up any space. he’s scared, terrified even that he will turn out just like his father. still stricken by grief and drinking until he’s black out drunk, only to repeat the process all over again the next day. he needs out. anywhere but here.

v. even though he is still just a mere speck, wen is slowly starting to realize he has the potential to grow. driven by sheer desperation and something called hope, he starts working his ass off and begins to excel. the speck starts to get a little bigger. a little bolder. suddenly he’s dreaming of a future and saving up money with no particular destination in mind. he doesn’t know where he wants to go yet exactly, but his grades are stellar and his teachers reassure him that he’s bound to go somewhere as long as he puts his mind to it. he has a part time job that feels like a fresh breath of air. he’s happy, for once. then his father ruins it all.

vi. this is the first time his father has ever tried to lay a hand on him; he’s drunk and swaying on his feet, blocking the path from where wen can lock himself into his bedroom and wait until he’s safe. filthy words spew out of his father’s mouth, accusatory and angry all at once. he raises his hands instinctively to block the upcoming fist that’s aimed straight towards his face.

vii. things are different now. he’s sixteen years old, and he has powers he can’t even comprehend. the black mark on his father’s knuckles are an ugly reminder to what he can do now. he knows how his father feels about mutants- his wife ran off with one after all.his words are still harsh and crass, but he doesn’t try to touch wen anymore. not after the incident.

viii. wen plans to put as much distance between his father and himself as possible, and the 2,062 kilometers from hong kong to incheon, south korea is perfect. gumi international university for the powered is his only ticket out of here; they offer him a full ride and he accepts. he packs the few personal belongings he has before boarding the plane, and he tries not to look back.

ix. the alpha team are rowdy and loud and everything he despises, but the camaraderie among them is something he secretly desires. he never intended to join a legacy, but they take him in under their wing his first year abroad to show him what it’s like to have fun. it’s absolute hell, but he comes to love it, slowly, but surely.

x. he doesn’t know if this is home yet. but he wants it to be.

WHAT CAN THEY DO?

ROT INDUCEMENT is the ability to cause anything that he comes into contact with to decay and rot, eventually disintegrating into nothingness. it operates on two principles: the composition of the object and what it is made out of, as well as how long contact is maintained with said object. a direct relationship exists. for example, the longer he touches something, the more accelerated the rotting process is. certain objects are also faster to disintegrate than others; while it may take him only up to a minute to turn a small houseplant into dust, inorganic material requires a little more effort. it involves the full touch of his hands, but it does not work on himself. he often has bandaids wrapped around his fingers as a precaution, lest his power accidentally gets out of control.

WEAKNESSES

he cannot undo the damage done by his power, so any objects he has touched can never be reverted back to their former state. however, different states of matter such as gases and liquids are unaffected- it only works on solid objects. this means that other people will similarly be affected by his touch, which can then spread to the rest of their body. as a result, he avoids having to make contact with other people, and in the games focuses on using the terrain to his advantage and trapping people, rather than directly using his power and doing something he will regret. as said before, it works best on organic material, so objects made out of steel may not rot as well or as fast due to its composition. his power may also leave him susceptible to attack, since he must maintain full contact in order to speed up the process and cannot defend himself. nor is there a defensive aspect to his power. fatigue levels generally depend on the surface area of the object he’s decaying, but a general time limit clocks in at about three hours.

DID YOU KNOW?

he watches mindless slasher flicks to help fall asleep.

#rmaccepted #jin longguo #alpha

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