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Post by Garett GodSpeed on Aug 12, 2009 8:45:18 GMT
◦◦◦GarettZANEgodspeed!!!
"Time is a great teacher,
unfortunately,
it kills all its pupils.."
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▫NAME:Garett GodSpeed
▫NICKNAME(S):Gary
▫AGE:25
▫HERO/SIDEKICK: (When attending School)Hero
▫LOYALTY: Good
▫SEXUALITY: Bi
▫PLACE OF BIRTH: Ipswich, Great Britain
▫JOB POSITION: Defense Mechanics
▫YEAR OF GRADUATION:2002
▫HAIR:Brown with blonde highlights
▫EYES:Brown
▫GENERAL APPEARENCE:Suits and ties or scarves, swimtrunks, or jeans and t-shirts
▫DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
▫STYLE:Beachy, sexy
▫PLAYBY:William Levy
▫HOMETOWN:Ipswich, Great Britain
▫MOTHER:Margurite GodSpeed
▫FATHER:Donovon GodSpeed
▫BROTHER(S):Gerard, 21
▫SISTER(S):none
▫OTHER:Grandparents, William and Grace.
▫HISTORY:
Garett was born to humble beginnings in Ipswich Great Britain. But at an early age his parents understood he was different. He could speak to animals as a small child and even as a baby plants and growing things just sprouted when he was nearby, or the bath water would move in strange ways. His parents heard about the Academy in America and sent him there as soon as he was of age.
He grew up on his own from the young age of fifteen, and lived in the dorms at Sky High. He went on to gain his teaching certification, and applied at SH to teach the next generation of super humans. He has training in Martial Arts and self defense techniques, as well as good survival and outdoorsman skills.
▫POWERS:
▫▫Elemental manipulation, earth and water
▫▫Ability to talk to and hear the thoughts of animals
▫LIKES:
▫▫Trees and green things
▫▫Horses
▫▫Swimming
▫▫Watersports
▫▫Sports cars
▫DISLIKES:
▫▫Dry heat
▫▫People who tease him for his abilities
▫▫Bullies and rude students
▫▫People with no sense of humor
▫▫Underachievers
▫GOALS:
▫▫To excell in teaching the students Defense other than their abilities; especially for the sidekicks
▫▫To develop his talent for hearing animals further
▫▫Help Sidekicks be more than just support.
▫PERSONALITY:
Garett is funloving and easy going. He would be that teacher you enjoyed going to class, he will challenge you, but he will accept your limitations...usually. He is an avid outdoorsman, and always enjoys being around animals. He is great at ignoring the troublemakers, yet he does not allow people to walk over him.
▫NAME: Ish MEEEE!!
▫AGE: (Optional)
▫RP EXPERIENCE: (Optional)
▫HOW DID YOU FIND US:
▫OTHER CHARACTERS:Aiden and Marco
▫SECRET PHRASE: admin edit will just remove it...
▫ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Morgan watched Lucy with rapt interest. He was brand newborn and didn't really have a lot of experience watching nor feeding. But he was good at it. He chose not to kill, there was more fun in creating willing Hors d'oeuvres, and he loved the chance to be compelling and demure. It was his downfall to be born in the wrong century; a modern man with an old worldly heart and soul.
It was like watching a scene in a movie to see Lucy's style. She was nimble and graceful, and quite compelling. His eyes could follow her as she danced through the air towards the unsuspecting woman, and he marveled at her strength and grace as she carried the woman away from the light civilization around. His throat clenched when she bent the neck back exposing the pulsing vein. He could hear the woman's heart, and almost hear Lucy debate to kill or not to kill. The emotion she gave off was delicious. Reckless abandon...absolute wonton thrill and self enjoyment.
He was near on drunk from the intoxicating empathic vibe he was picking up. It was tantalizing in a way he could not explain. He watched until she had returned the woman's body to rest comfortably under a tree, as if she had simply sat down and died there while watching the stars. Her face which had been a mask of fear was soft now in death, and she looked peaceful.
He shot Lucy a grin that said, "My turn" as he heard another soul wandering in the night. This one was farther away, in the adjoining farmstead. But he heard the soft rustle of feet on hard packed soil and the soft whoosh of the front door opening and closing. Sounds no more than a whisper and too faint for mortal ears this far away.
He crouched and took off like a shot covering the hundreds of meters in seconds. He paused around the back of the house and noticed a walking trail leading towards the forest. He could not read minds, except when he fed when he shared the memories of those he drank from, but he could read emotions. This person was sad, almost desolately so. Morgan followed him soundlessly watching as he wandered towards the forest edge. He heard the sigh and saw the shoulder's heave. The frame was slight, but androgynous; so he could not be sure if it was man or woman.
The body moved with a fluidity that said strength and youth, and he guessed it was a teenager, or very young adult around his own age then. He caught the scent of salt, and wondered over its source until he heard the telltale catch of breath and saw the almost imperceptible shrug of shoulders. He saw a branch in the path that would take him to pass just in front of this solitary figure, and his ever insatiable curiosity quelled the instant desire to feed.
He wanted to know why this person cried and walked alone in the night. He slipped down the adjacent trail and began to step heavier so as to announce his arrival just as he broke through the veil of trees concealing him from the other's view. He stopped as he stepped out onto the path and the other person looked up at him in surprise. There were trails of fresh tears coursing down both cheeks and Morgan smiled softly, reassuringly.
It was a young man, and he was handsome. Morgan would have given him a second look had he met him on the street, and he paused now with interested curiosity in his eyes. Evening, now friend. His lilting brogue wafted softly on the night air and the boy's eyes opened a bit wider. The boy seemed to appraise Morgan now, and this pleased him. His eyes trailed over his tight jeans, and second skin t-shirt pronouncing every taught muscle of his thin frame perfectly beneath the jacket.
Morgan's friendly grin became seductive as he noted the change in the boy's face and emotions. "Who are you?" was the unexpected question. Not what are you doing here, or why; and the question was posed as one who sees a specter in the forest at night. Morgan was in his element, and decided to play this up. I could ask you the same, but I'd rather know what causes such sadness to so handsome a man?
Morgan was toying with the boy, but he also wanted to know. He was not unprepared when the boy answered explaining that his true love was sick and on death's door. He wanted to follow her, as he knew she would not live the night. He was heading to the river where the icy water would numb him before claiming him to walk forever at her side. Morgan chuckled, So it would be your great fortune that you have met Death's Angel tonight? he queried and his eyes flashed danger and dark strength, but his smile disarmed and welcomed him closer.
Without thinking, or even probably knowing what he was doing the boy took a step closer to Morgan. Inwardly Morgan smirked; it was too easy. You would gladly give yourself to Death tonight then? There would be none whom you would linger for? Know this, beware what you ask for, for I am Death's Angel and I could easily grant you the wish your mind says it desires. But does your heart really deign to leave this world so young? Have you truely done all with living that you desire? You have but to ask, and I can grant you your wish.
He saw the spark in the boy's eyes, the question...the untended thought for what he had yet to accomplish. Morgan could see the decision change in an instant. But he wasn't through with this boy yet. He stepped forward closing the space between their bodies. He could hear the boy's heart thump in his chest, not of fear, but of desire. Morgan's fangs were elongated, but not fully advanced; and he smiled his face and body clouding the air between them with his need.
He leaned down and kissed the boy full on his lips and he watched as his eyes closed automatically and he relaxed in his stance. Morgan placed his hand around his body pulling them together. Morgan's lips moved down across his jaw and the boy leaned his head willingly. The smirk surfaced on his lips as he kissed the pulsing vein before unsheathing his fangs fully and ever so gently sinking them into the flesh. He drank and his victim moaned.
Morgan's eyes closed as he fed off the boy, and his crimson nectar was truly of the gods. It was sweet and rich with the vitality of youth. Morgan drank deeply, but did not kill the boy. Instead he lay him there gently on a mossy knoll as if he had fallen asleep. Tomorrow when his blood had replenished enough he would wake and think it had all been a dream. Morgan kissed his neck one more time, tempting himself but resisting. There were others to feed from this night.
He slipped back down the path and returned to where he had left Lucy. His cheeks were flushed with the boy's blood and he wore a carefree smirk on his face.
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"Time is a great teacher,
unfortunately,
it kills all its pupils.."
◦◦◦EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOUWANTED◦◦◦◦◦
▫NAME:Garett GodSpeed
▫NICKNAME(S):Gary
▫AGE:25
▫HERO/SIDEKICK: (When attending School)Hero
▫LOYALTY: Good
▫SEXUALITY: Bi
▫PLACE OF BIRTH: Ipswich, Great Britain
▫JOB POSITION: Defense Mechanics
▫YEAR OF GRADUATION:2002
◦◦◦EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOU'DNEED◦◦◦◦◦
▫HAIR:Brown with blonde highlights
▫EYES:Brown
▫GENERAL APPEARENCE:Suits and ties or scarves, swimtrunks, or jeans and t-shirts
▫DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
▫STYLE:Beachy, sexy
▫PLAYBY:William Levy
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▫HOMETOWN:Ipswich, Great Britain
▫MOTHER:Margurite GodSpeed
▫FATHER:Donovon GodSpeed
▫BROTHER(S):Gerard, 21
▫SISTER(S):none
▫OTHER:Grandparents, William and Grace.
▫HISTORY:
Garett was born to humble beginnings in Ipswich Great Britain. But at an early age his parents understood he was different. He could speak to animals as a small child and even as a baby plants and growing things just sprouted when he was nearby, or the bath water would move in strange ways. His parents heard about the Academy in America and sent him there as soon as he was of age.
He grew up on his own from the young age of fifteen, and lived in the dorms at Sky High. He went on to gain his teaching certification, and applied at SH to teach the next generation of super humans. He has training in Martial Arts and self defense techniques, as well as good survival and outdoorsman skills.
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▫POWERS:
▫▫Elemental manipulation, earth and water
▫▫Ability to talk to and hear the thoughts of animals
▫LIKES:
▫▫Trees and green things
▫▫Horses
▫▫Swimming
▫▫Watersports
▫▫Sports cars
▫DISLIKES:
▫▫Dry heat
▫▫People who tease him for his abilities
▫▫Bullies and rude students
▫▫People with no sense of humor
▫▫Underachievers
▫GOALS:
▫▫To excell in teaching the students Defense other than their abilities; especially for the sidekicks
▫▫To develop his talent for hearing animals further
▫▫Help Sidekicks be more than just support.
▫PERSONALITY:
Garett is funloving and easy going. He would be that teacher you enjoyed going to class, he will challenge you, but he will accept your limitations...usually. He is an avid outdoorsman, and always enjoys being around animals. He is great at ignoring the troublemakers, yet he does not allow people to walk over him.
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▫NAME: Ish MEEEE!!
▫AGE: (Optional)
▫RP EXPERIENCE: (Optional)
▫HOW DID YOU FIND US:
▫OTHER CHARACTERS:Aiden and Marco
▫SECRET PHRASE: admin edit will just remove it...
▫ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Morgan watched Lucy with rapt interest. He was brand newborn and didn't really have a lot of experience watching nor feeding. But he was good at it. He chose not to kill, there was more fun in creating willing Hors d'oeuvres, and he loved the chance to be compelling and demure. It was his downfall to be born in the wrong century; a modern man with an old worldly heart and soul.
It was like watching a scene in a movie to see Lucy's style. She was nimble and graceful, and quite compelling. His eyes could follow her as she danced through the air towards the unsuspecting woman, and he marveled at her strength and grace as she carried the woman away from the light civilization around. His throat clenched when she bent the neck back exposing the pulsing vein. He could hear the woman's heart, and almost hear Lucy debate to kill or not to kill. The emotion she gave off was delicious. Reckless abandon...absolute wonton thrill and self enjoyment.
He was near on drunk from the intoxicating empathic vibe he was picking up. It was tantalizing in a way he could not explain. He watched until she had returned the woman's body to rest comfortably under a tree, as if she had simply sat down and died there while watching the stars. Her face which had been a mask of fear was soft now in death, and she looked peaceful.
He shot Lucy a grin that said, "My turn" as he heard another soul wandering in the night. This one was farther away, in the adjoining farmstead. But he heard the soft rustle of feet on hard packed soil and the soft whoosh of the front door opening and closing. Sounds no more than a whisper and too faint for mortal ears this far away.
He crouched and took off like a shot covering the hundreds of meters in seconds. He paused around the back of the house and noticed a walking trail leading towards the forest. He could not read minds, except when he fed when he shared the memories of those he drank from, but he could read emotions. This person was sad, almost desolately so. Morgan followed him soundlessly watching as he wandered towards the forest edge. He heard the sigh and saw the shoulder's heave. The frame was slight, but androgynous; so he could not be sure if it was man or woman.
The body moved with a fluidity that said strength and youth, and he guessed it was a teenager, or very young adult around his own age then. He caught the scent of salt, and wondered over its source until he heard the telltale catch of breath and saw the almost imperceptible shrug of shoulders. He saw a branch in the path that would take him to pass just in front of this solitary figure, and his ever insatiable curiosity quelled the instant desire to feed.
He wanted to know why this person cried and walked alone in the night. He slipped down the adjacent trail and began to step heavier so as to announce his arrival just as he broke through the veil of trees concealing him from the other's view. He stopped as he stepped out onto the path and the other person looked up at him in surprise. There were trails of fresh tears coursing down both cheeks and Morgan smiled softly, reassuringly.
It was a young man, and he was handsome. Morgan would have given him a second look had he met him on the street, and he paused now with interested curiosity in his eyes. Evening, now friend. His lilting brogue wafted softly on the night air and the boy's eyes opened a bit wider. The boy seemed to appraise Morgan now, and this pleased him. His eyes trailed over his tight jeans, and second skin t-shirt pronouncing every taught muscle of his thin frame perfectly beneath the jacket.
Morgan's friendly grin became seductive as he noted the change in the boy's face and emotions. "Who are you?" was the unexpected question. Not what are you doing here, or why; and the question was posed as one who sees a specter in the forest at night. Morgan was in his element, and decided to play this up. I could ask you the same, but I'd rather know what causes such sadness to so handsome a man?
Morgan was toying with the boy, but he also wanted to know. He was not unprepared when the boy answered explaining that his true love was sick and on death's door. He wanted to follow her, as he knew she would not live the night. He was heading to the river where the icy water would numb him before claiming him to walk forever at her side. Morgan chuckled, So it would be your great fortune that you have met Death's Angel tonight? he queried and his eyes flashed danger and dark strength, but his smile disarmed and welcomed him closer.
Without thinking, or even probably knowing what he was doing the boy took a step closer to Morgan. Inwardly Morgan smirked; it was too easy. You would gladly give yourself to Death tonight then? There would be none whom you would linger for? Know this, beware what you ask for, for I am Death's Angel and I could easily grant you the wish your mind says it desires. But does your heart really deign to leave this world so young? Have you truely done all with living that you desire? You have but to ask, and I can grant you your wish.
He saw the spark in the boy's eyes, the question...the untended thought for what he had yet to accomplish. Morgan could see the decision change in an instant. But he wasn't through with this boy yet. He stepped forward closing the space between their bodies. He could hear the boy's heart thump in his chest, not of fear, but of desire. Morgan's fangs were elongated, but not fully advanced; and he smiled his face and body clouding the air between them with his need.
He leaned down and kissed the boy full on his lips and he watched as his eyes closed automatically and he relaxed in his stance. Morgan placed his hand around his body pulling them together. Morgan's lips moved down across his jaw and the boy leaned his head willingly. The smirk surfaced on his lips as he kissed the pulsing vein before unsheathing his fangs fully and ever so gently sinking them into the flesh. He drank and his victim moaned.
Morgan's eyes closed as he fed off the boy, and his crimson nectar was truly of the gods. It was sweet and rich with the vitality of youth. Morgan drank deeply, but did not kill the boy. Instead he lay him there gently on a mossy knoll as if he had fallen asleep. Tomorrow when his blood had replenished enough he would wake and think it had all been a dream. Morgan kissed his neck one more time, tempting himself but resisting. There were others to feed from this night.
He slipped back down the path and returned to where he had left Lucy. His cheeks were flushed with the boy's blood and he wore a carefree smirk on his face.
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