forum Summer Camp For Villain and Superhero Teens (Open Again!)

Started September 03, 2018 by Deleted user

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Mavi had nervously stepped out of the car, its fine people won't treat you like an outcast here her eyes where drawn to the cabbens wondering which she'd be staying in, and who she'd be staying with.

Aria flew excitedly out of the car as a ghost. This morning she had been too excited to choose any one hair colour so she chose all of them in a rainbow.

Gabrielle looked down and she was carrying 2 huge and heavy bags, it was really heavy but she didn't care. Gabrielle smiled as she was watching the others arrive.

Amai walked up to the entrance and stood there. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. Amai sighed and slung his backpack over his shoulder, looking around to see if there was any signs or directions on where to go.

Aria made only her hands 'solid' and grabbed them. Being a ghost made them feel extremely light even though they were full of shoes, clothes and books.

Name: Raphael Azazeli
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Sexuality: Questioning
Hero or Villain: Antihero
Power: Angelic force manipulation, demonic force manipulation.
Personality: Funny, kind, a bit of a nerd, awkward, headstrong, driven. A bit of a punk but a good friend. Morally grey. ENTJ, but not completely, refuses to be classified.
Appearance: 5'10", fit build, golden blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Has a scar on his face that would make Speedwagon look tame.
Likes: Otakudom, Eastern culture, coffee.
Dislikes: Styrofoam, conformity, annoyances.
Other: He protec
He attac
But most importantly, he got your bac

Mavi walked to where she saw others congating hoping that she was in the right place. She didn't bring much with her after all it all fit in one bag, though it did consist of many sweaters.
(I'm assuming there's side characters. Correct me if I'm wrong though.)

Raphael emerged from his taxi, the driver of which he'd already paid before getting out. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited. He adjusted his backpack and duffel.

One of the counselors came over to the entrance with a big smile on his face, "Welcome newbies! My name's andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer), and I'll be you're guide for today!" Gabrielle turned around and saw him and she raised her hand, "Are we going to live in those cabins?" She pointed to one of them. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) nodded, "Yes, and also you'll have roommates but the villain and superhero kids will be separated to avoid consequences."

Raphael stood there, tapping his feet. He'd brought a case of tools containing miniature, silver versions of a saw, a hammer, a screwdriver, wirecutters, a fork, a spoon, a knife, and scissors. It also had a lengthy bundle of wire, some bandaids, some nails, and a few screws. Aside from that, he simply had some competitive throwing knives. He carried an extra pair of outfits too. Lastly were his notepad and pencil.

Mavis face fell at what he'd said, so She'd Most likely be put with villains. Her hole life she'd been classified as one thanks to her father. She'd try and act evil in order to fit in, but looking around she felt as if she'd fail, and horribly at that.

Amai raised his hand and, when he was called on, asked, “Are we put into the cabins or do we get to choose?”

"You'll be put into cabins, you unfortunately can't choose yourself." andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) explained. Gabrielle raised her hand again, "How many per cabin?" She asked. "About four, but sometimes three."

a quiet voice came from behind everyone "Did i miss something?" Kane asked. his bag floating behind him filled with some extra clothes, a shit ton of sweets, his sketch pad, pencils, a notebook, some books written in Italian and a curled up whip.

anyoone on?//

Name: Brooklyn Jackson
Gender: Female
Age: 17/18
Sexuality: Straight
Hero or Villain: Hero
Power: She can hear vibrations and can turn sound into light
Personality: Has Chromositha but she doesn't acknowledge it. She is mentally broken, she is very quiet and doesn't like to talk, so she acts like shes mute. But shes actually not. She is very creative, but is also always nervous, huge anxiety,but won't hesitate to kill if she has too. If shes in a room, she will automactically look for an exit, she gets night terrors and flashbacks. She gives exactly 0 care about herself anymore or hardly anyone else, except for her eye. She keeps to herself, but is very lonely. She also is kind of picky about friends. She changed from victim/villian to hero and everyone still picks on her about that. She can be a forgiving person and also caring, but can also be cold and harsh with no mercy.
Appearance: . She has long black, jagged and uneven hair and pale skin. On her left wrist are some pale cuts and she has some freckles.
Likes: Music, the sun, lots of other stuff.
Dislikes: The Dark, being alone, being helpless, needles, authority.
Other: Backstory will soon be revealed. Also its a lot similar to Marvel since this is a fanfictional character.

love your character//

yeah i kinda just shoved kane in here//

a quiet voice came from behind everyone "Did i miss something?" Kane asked. his bag floating behind him filled with some extra clothes, a shit ton of sweets, his sketch pad, pencils, a notebook, some books written in Italian and a curled up whip.

Brooklyn looked around as she listened and stood there with her bags. She knew that the government mean't the best for her, but this was just plain stupid. She would never fit in here, especially with her past.
Secretly, she atleast hoped for one friend, but deep down, she knew that she was going to be all alone. While she listened, she deliberately ignored all the whispers, stares, and mocks behind her back. At this point, she didn't really care that much anymore.

"what did i miss" Kane asked again "And before anyone asks where i was, i was busy. Busy not caring about any of you" he sassed really not wanting to be here

Brooklyn rolled her eyes at the idiot behind her. She understood some heros were pretty annoying or villian, well whatever he was.

why the ever loving hell would they send villains and heroes to the same camp, i dont want to be surrounded by airheads he thought as his bag floated up a bit so he could grab a sweet from it

(I mean no offense, but can you capitalize?)

Brooklyn fixed her eyes on the director, no, she wasn't going to get any flashbacks, not right now in front of all these people. She wouldn't show them her weakness.