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Nonsense / Re: Temmie Village
« on: November 13, 2015, 08:18:37 pm »
SHULD CHECK OUT... TEM SH0P!1!!!

YAYA


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Nonsense / Re: Temmie Village
« on: November 11, 2015, 09:09:45 pm »
TEM... WATCH EGG!

EGg... W1LL HATCH!!1

TEM... PR0UD PaREnt!!!!

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C.S.T. / Re: Union
« on: June 09, 2015, 11:23:14 am »
William

William tentatively raised his hand in the air.

"My name is William Klaskovsky. Thirteen years of age. I'm a very convincing writer."

Sitting back down with an almost inaudible sigh of relief, he turned to regard the closest thing he had to an ally in this new environment. "Guess that answers your question, then?" he murmured quietly. His pen moved in conjunction with his eyes when they danced across the other students in the room, analyzing and storing all the information that was freely so easily served to him for later use.

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C.S.T. / Re: Union
« on: June 01, 2015, 05:17:52 pm »
William

William grinned, the smile fading take an almost imperceptible smirk as he pocketed his pen in a practiced but careful gesture. Extending his hand, he let the same enigmatic amusement reflect itself in speaking. "That's correct. You must be Pyro."

"So." He murmurs, leaning in with a conspiratorial wink and matching grin. "What are you in for?"

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C.S.T. / Re: Union
« on: June 01, 2015, 04:26:55 pm »
William


William Klaskovsky regarded the other boy as though he were covered in acid-spitting insects.

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C.S.T. / Re: Union
« on: May 30, 2015, 03:50:51 pm »
William

William Klaskovsky's muscles seemed to groan in protest as he stretched, a testament to the long bus ride preceding his arrival. Sharp eyes scanned the area around them for assurance he had collected everything; but there was no luggage for him to lose. He did, however, casually run his hand over the breast pocket of his jacket, testing the familiar shape and weight of the only material article that mattered to him. Nodding his thanks and farewell to the driver, he strode to the entrance of The Union at a brusque pace, eyes set dead ahead of him. He dealt with the receptionist politely but curtly, answers clipped and spartan as he collected the key to his new home. Every facet of his demeanor seemed to indicate that this was a practiced event, repeated only as a formal gesture for the other parties involved. It would not be an incorrect assumption.

Those cold blue eyes took flickering notice of the other students collected in what appeared to be a sort of common area, but bags that scored beneath them belied just how exhausted he was from the journey; no amount of posture could conceal the fact that he was dead tired. Taking no heed of the group (or their apparent oddities), he sat down stiffly in a chair and withdrew what would soon become a regular sight: his notebook and pen. When he finally took nib to paper, a part of the way William held himself relaxed, and the emotionless exterior of a boy that had walked unconcerned right through his future classmates became human once more.

...Though it was still hard not to notice that he had just completely disregarded the fact that some of them had blatantly inhuman powers.

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C.S.T. / Re: Union
« on: May 29, 2015, 03:03:44 pm »
Name: William Klaskovsky
Age: 13
Gender: Male


Backstory (Event that caused character X to get the power):

        Prior to his inauguration into The Union, William was an orphan in every sense of the word. He bounced around various child support systems and facilities entirely alone, and be it his unnaturally sunlight-deprived pallor, hair the color of India Ink, or crystalline blue eyes whose skittish shifting belied a certain world-weariness,  he was actively alienated from his peers. Due to his young age, the specific details of his Parents' "disappearance" were withheld from him, and the only physical article he received was a fountain pen: a subtly complex and ornate artifact that has always felt comfortable in his hand. Later on in his life, he began to write personal mementos in an attempt to dissuade loneliness; fake letters to a father he never knew. Simply writing with the pen that everyone claimed his parents had cherished as an heirloom made him feel closer to them, part of a lineage greater than his own dismal life. It remained this way until a worker in his current orphanage discovered these "letters" between father and son in a routine cleaning. Stories of baseball games that never happened, and school that never existed to be boring. William was expelled permanently from the social security system that very week for living a life that had never truly existed outside of paper. Thankfully, watchful eyes looking for strange events exactly like this one took notice: it was rather unusual to see a ten-year-old so brutally punished for the first known case of "orphanage fraud". Those watchful eyes were followed by comforting voices and beckoning hands soon after, and William Klaskovsky's life as a full-time border began.

Power:

      William sustains the ability to temporarily influence the conscious thought of others through his writing. Utilizing the fountain pen (which he constantly keeps about his person), any statement he writes on an adjoining piece of paper will be held true by those that read it. This being said, he lacks the ability to maintain more than three of these separate "notes" at one time, and no anomalous properties will manifest on new slips of paper until one of the previous has been destroyed or rendered completely illegible. In addition to this, the created "truthful" statement must be considered well within the realm of feasibility by the recipient, or his abilities will fail to have any influence. For instance, a sentence reading "The sky is purple." handed to any normal individual would simply be dismissed as nonsense instead of having the intended effect. Note that while the amount of notes are limited, the number of influenced subjects are not, so long as the statement is not addressed to an individual. Not even the original writer is immune to the effects. For this reason, William has developed safety measures surrounding the use of his unique abilities, and refuses to use his father's pen unless it is labelled for a specific individual.

Romantically Available (Yes or no): Technically yes, but you may be on the receiving end of a lot blank stares if you try.

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