Post by Charge on Mar 2, 2017 17:35:50 GMT
Verse:
X-Men
Character Name:
Jarod 'Charge' Reiken
Face-Claim:
Sam Witwer
RP Sample:
Today was the day, so he was told by the Professor. A decent amount of new adolescents crossed freshly over into mutant-hood would be arriving en masse late in the afternoon.
Jarod had been at the Estate for just under two years himself, his youthful prime years aiding in grounds keeping and overall maintenance. His last..mistake...thankfully landed him in the sights of the Professor.
Trouncing down the stairs, he headed towards the kitchen, pulling open the fridge door out of typical male instinct. Looking to the top shelf, he paused, and sighed in dismay as the sight of one electrolyte beverage sat alone. It wasn't a huge deal, but it did help him feel, well...good. Tracie was good at concocting them; he just hated being a bother. Puffing cheeked air from pursed lips, he snatched the bottle and shut the fridge. Sipping the drink into the main foyer, he heard the familiar yet rare sound of the Estate's bus come to a brake-screeching halt outside.
His chest adopted a weighty anticipation. “...This early?” he thought. He sank his head low as he approached the thin window aside the main door frame, peering out to affirm his suspicion.
Sure enough, the new prospects poured out the bus onto the gravel driveway, some immediately overtaken by the grandeur of the property and appeasing aesthetics attributed to the Professor's fine taste.
Jared stole himself back from the window prematurely, and veered back into the halls. Nervous was a severe understatement for what he was feeling. Ever since the outbreak of mutant manifestations, the edge of the world had grown exponentially sharp. Even some mutants probably wouldn't have objected to a mutant registry just so you would know what to expect from anybody but...rights were rights.
Jared wasn't scared by any means. Just cautious. Always cautious. Perhaps to serious faults at times, but not having this much contact with others like him, yet so different, all at once…
Yeah, this will take some getting used to.
Off to the training level he went. And he'd padlock the door, until the Professor ordered him out...inevitably.
Questions:
::QUESTIONS HIDDEN BY ANGELINA::
Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: My name is Jerry. Anyone here can call me by my actual name, or 'Charge' or 'jrock' (fits with both my name and my character's.)
X-Men
Character Name:
Jarod 'Charge' Reiken
Face-Claim:
Sam Witwer
RP Sample:
Today was the day, so he was told by the Professor. A decent amount of new adolescents crossed freshly over into mutant-hood would be arriving en masse late in the afternoon.
Jarod had been at the Estate for just under two years himself, his youthful prime years aiding in grounds keeping and overall maintenance. His last..mistake...thankfully landed him in the sights of the Professor.
Trouncing down the stairs, he headed towards the kitchen, pulling open the fridge door out of typical male instinct. Looking to the top shelf, he paused, and sighed in dismay as the sight of one electrolyte beverage sat alone. It wasn't a huge deal, but it did help him feel, well...good. Tracie was good at concocting them; he just hated being a bother. Puffing cheeked air from pursed lips, he snatched the bottle and shut the fridge. Sipping the drink into the main foyer, he heard the familiar yet rare sound of the Estate's bus come to a brake-screeching halt outside.
His chest adopted a weighty anticipation. “...This early?” he thought. He sank his head low as he approached the thin window aside the main door frame, peering out to affirm his suspicion.
Sure enough, the new prospects poured out the bus onto the gravel driveway, some immediately overtaken by the grandeur of the property and appeasing aesthetics attributed to the Professor's fine taste.
Jared stole himself back from the window prematurely, and veered back into the halls. Nervous was a severe understatement for what he was feeling. Ever since the outbreak of mutant manifestations, the edge of the world had grown exponentially sharp. Even some mutants probably wouldn't have objected to a mutant registry just so you would know what to expect from anybody but...rights were rights.
Jared wasn't scared by any means. Just cautious. Always cautious. Perhaps to serious faults at times, but not having this much contact with others like him, yet so different, all at once…
Yeah, this will take some getting used to.
Off to the training level he went. And he'd padlock the door, until the Professor ordered him out...inevitably.
Questions:
::QUESTIONS HIDDEN BY ANGELINA::
Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: My name is Jerry. Anyone here can call me by my actual name, or 'Charge' or 'jrock' (fits with both my name and my character's.)