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Scott Kearny

A man of Valor...

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a character in “The Silhouette Institute”, as played by True Grave

Description

Image Name: Scott Kearny

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 180 lbs. (increases when using Valor)

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Orientation: Heterosexual

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Brown

Ethnicity: American, specifically, from Detroit, Michigan

Body Type: slightly athletic build, pretty in shape. Has a youthful and handsome face with a winning smile that makes it easy to open up to him and trust him. He also has very strong legs, good for running and getting close to his opponents.

Personality: Warm and outgoing, Scott finds it easy to make friends. He is brave, strong, kind, and caring, traits that make others gravitate to him and put their hopes in him. Activating Valor boosts these traits of his personality, making him courageous, fiercely determined, and slightly reckless, sometimes. He can sometimes be a bit oblivious to others, but his tenacious good-spirit means that he never loses hope or confidence in himself. Not afraid to think outside the box, he can achieve through brains what he can't by brawn.

Power: Scott has the power of metallization, the ability to coat his right arm in black and gold metal armor. This gives him superhuman strength in that arm and makes breaking almost anything in front of him a breeze. His special technique, the Fist of Valor, puts all of his strength into one punch, causing great destruction to whatever it hits. He can use this technique only three times a day, and if he tries to use it a fourth time, pain shoots through his arm and he can't form Valor, the name for his special arm. His arm can also chip and shatter if it takes enough external damage, leaving him vulnerable to danger. Scott theorizes that Valor can spread to the rest of his body, and is attempting to do that by mastering his power.

History: Scott had a pretty normal childhood growing up in a working class neighborhood of Detroit. When he was fifteen, gang members in a car were doing a drive-by on a rival gang, and innocents could have been caught in the crossfire. A little child was at risk of being killed, and Scott shielded her with his body. Using his arm to try and ward off the bullets, he was surprised when Valor activated and shielded him from the bullets. His heroism had awakened his power, and Scott knew that this meant he had a responsibility to hone his gift and become a hero. After telling his parents about it, they agreed to look into schools specializing in people like him.

It was difficult to track down a real-life Xavier Institute for the Gifted, but they found one in France called the Silhouette Academy. After boarding the flight, he landed there and made his way there. Scott isn't really sure how he'll be able to get along with other superhumans, and he's not sure how others will react to his power. Still, he is an eternal optimist, and hopes for nothing but good things from here on out.

Extras: Scott loves pizza, and could eat it all the time. He also has a weakness for beautiful women, like most men. His outgoing nature means that he is popular with women, but he has been unable to have a serious relationship due to his power, which frightens others. He is hoping that, in a place with others like him, he might find real love and acceptance.

So begins...

Scott Kearny's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Donovan Strider Character Portrait: Lysander Marcelle Character Portrait: Flynn Calder Character Portrait: Jessie Morgan Character Portrait: Olive Flowe Character Portrait: James Garritsen Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Benjamin Cesar Mason Character Portrait: Theodore "Todd" Bronte Character Portrait: Spencer Stone

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Atheya found herself at one of the few back doors of the Institute that lead outside. This one was generally left unguarded at the night, when darkness fell over the sky. She had providentially found out about this particular exit as a New Blood when she liked to sneak out to the back woods and walk around, in which she still does to this day, and was about to go do. She actually was only a New Blood a short year ago; coming here after one of the teachers found her stirring up trouble in New Orleans. Well, not exactly stirring up trouble, more or less just being careless with her powers and scaring the living day lights out of people. She had changed now of course until coming to this place; she grew to be not as much as a hard ass. Now she was actually rather kind and caring, and could control and know when to hold back her powers. But that’s what the Silhouette Institute does; it helps people with these anomalous powers to let them control it. She had been thankful to them, and not only because of the fact her constant migraines had now become only small headaches. She did, however, still suffer from insomnia. All of this was due to the fact Atheya had the ability to connect her mind with others, she found her mind always was ticking like a clock, and because of herself constantly having to hold back such mind links, which now was a fairly easy thing to do, it rendered her useless when she tried to calm her head down. You could imagine how all her shields would be down in sleep, leading her to literally walk through others dreams. You know, when she did sleep.

But yes, mind linking is her knack. She can create a link between herself and with the minds of others. The metaphor she often uses to paint an image of it is like a signal from one phone, to another. Like an invisible wire connecting the two. With this link, she can do many things, but it hadn’t always been that way. She grew up in Hereford, England up until the age of ten. Both her parents were loving and didn’t give a damn their daughter could hear their thoughts or walk through dreams, no matter how surreal or impossible it seemed. It was simply put that the family was fairly healthy, but that was until the death of the two. They had gone on a trip to New York City for the young girls tenth birthday. She had always begged them to go, she thought it would seem as wonderful as in all the movies. Yeah, she didn’t think that now after what she witnessed. They were walking back to the hotel from dinner, when some guy jumped out at her mother. Her father pushed Atheya back, so she was not seen. She witnessed both her mother and father get mugged, and stabbed. After the man in the black clothing whit the bloody drenched knife left, the young small girl ran crying only to have people rush over and call ambulances. After that, it was all rushed, she was sent back to England, to social services, unknowing of what was to happen to her. Unfortunately, both sides of the family had no close relatives, only holding distant cousins and such. The family didn’t even have any close friends that could take her in, so she was shipped off to London by Child Services and placed into a lonesome and low budget orphanage, being shipped from foster home to foster home only having one family she loved. She didn’t like to think about them any more. It hurt.

But regardless of all that, New York and her birthday was pretty much ruined for her. It sucked that the date of all this was coming up shortly as well.

Pushing open the wooden oak door, she took in the crisp cool air of the night into her lungs, breathing out a long sigh. It was a little cold out to be wearing the outfit she was without a jacket but to be frank, she preferred it like that. The cold didn't bother her. She actually laughed a bit at her own outfit, as it consisted of a white shirt in which she never wore. She found herself to prefer darker clothing, but she guessed tonight was an exception. Maybe she unintentionally balanced herself out from her dark surroundings. Putting on her head phones, she walked on further away from the tall, old historical building in which the institute lied, and made her way into the back woods and down the trail that was made after years and years of people walking along it.

She walked for awhile, in silence listening to her soft music, glad her cellphone hadn't buzzed or anything. It was nice to be by herself at times, and the night time before everyone was asleep was a good time. She often came back when everyone made their way to the dorms, but barley ever slept. A good night, she would get maybe four hours of senseless dreams, sometimes hers, sometimes not.

Brushing away a looming trees ragged branches, it came back to smack her on her arm, creating a small line of red along her pale smooth skin. It had cut her, slightly. Touching it, it felt a bit sore, but a few scrapes was not uncommon when she walked in the wood. Ignoring the small stain of scarlet red that touched her white sleeve, it gave her another reminder of why she wore dark clothes. Finding the small clearing she found herself stopping at most of the times, she sat down on the soft grass, and lied down slightly, the back curve of her neck almost perfectly moulded for the fallen log covered in moss behind her, giving her a small head rest so she still sat up in the slightest. The song Werewolves by Cat Power shuffled on, and the melancholy sound just made the whole scene she was in feel surreal... strange. Dream like. It's one f those moments she wished she had brought her sketch book. But sitting here, in the night, the cool wind brushing her arm like tender strokes, was enough.

"He don't even break the branches where he's gone, once I saw him in the moonlight, when the bats were a flying, I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying..." She sang quietly under her breath, glancing up at the night sky, stars easily shown as if she where far far away from the institute and all that came with it.

It was a Sunday and classes would start back up tomorrow.

She would need to leave soon.

But not yet.

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Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Flynn Calder Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Spencer threw herself in bad, shutting her eyes tightly. Her head was spinning, a bitter taste in her mouth. It seemed for her like she would never fit in anywhere. For some reason, people seem to have a hard time not being assholes around her. She reached out to her desk beside the bed, groping around, trying to find her pack of cigarettes and her iPod. They where both right under a lamp which was still on, and she quickly retracted her hand when it got burned. "Shit" she grumbled under her breath and looked at the lamp like it had just bit her. She was certainly not having the best of days.

Once her cigar was lit, hanging from the corner of her mouth, and she had both her year plugs on, she sighted deeply. Her first day in The Institute would begin in just a few hours and she was already not quite loving her new home. Of course it couldn't be worse than the previews one, but apparently, refusing to demonstrate her powers was not exactly a good idea. Well, but it's also not exactly like all students and teachers were eager to help her with the demonstration. She granted everyone it would only last a few minutes, but none really seemed to believe her. No wonder, she thought, and giggled. She realized she probably was not suppose to be smoking in the room an put out her cigar in the ash tray she had carefully adjusted on the night stand.

One of her favorite songs came up, Pins and Needles, and it brought a slight amused smile to her lips. At least she was not the only outcast there. A few other students could also not demonstrate their abilities or had some useless ones, really. Although Spencer wasn't very fond of her own power, being as destructive and hard to control as it was, she had to admit it was rather useful.

The sound of the metallic guitar in her ears and the memories of her first afternoon in that odd place made her inspired for the first time in a few months, so she got up and searched her bag for her drawing pad and pencil case. Once she had both in hand, she sat close to the wooden desk, her eyes traveled to the night sky outside her window, dark and filled with stars. The mechanical pencil she held begin to create form in the paper, some vines in a strange format. Then, flowers, and, between them, a girl. Her hair was constituted of the plants she drew before. She remember her delicate face from the presentation earlier, when that particular girl had ran away from the class after being called some awful names. She proceeded to draw a large tear making her way down her cheek.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Lysander Marcelle Character Portrait: Flynn Calder Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny Character Portrait: Spencer Stone

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In an instant, the clouds outside the window became like waves in a calm ocean and the plane’s wings like a boat’s ores dipping gently into the night’s sky. As the world bent around him, he leaned his head against the window, which was covered in a cold frost, and looked at France as it unfolded beneath him. While the normal things—like buildings, streets, and real people—were shrouded in darkness, he could see the faint glow of the abnormal things playing outside his window. There was a young girl running. She playfully chased a deformed rabbit against the current of the liquid clouds. There was a woman crying right beside him. It seemed she had just lost her son. While in reality, Lysander was surrounded by silence and the faint hum of the plane’s engines; through his eyes he could see a whole other world boom with life around him.

But these sights were abnormal only to those who hadn’t experienced them before. The girl chasing the rabbit had been running outside the plane the whole flight and the crying woman seemed to have been crying forever and probably had no intention to stop. As he grew bored of pacing up and down the airplane, listening to the distressed woman wailing in the background, and making faces at the dumb Institute scouts who sat in the cockpit, Lysander decided it was time to leave. He grabbed his lantern, sank through the floor of the airplane, and floated down to the streets of France.

When he landed, he landed in the exact location he had aimed for: a street in the remote outskirts of France. He listened intently to the silence that consumed the buildings, and waited for something—anything—to make a sound. His steps, pattering against the old, stone streets, led towards an old church resting behind the safety of a large iron gate. It was locked, but Lysander passed through it easily.
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“This is it,” he whispered as he looked with awe at the door of the Institute. It was a wooden door, covered by the marks and decay of age. Above it were stone carvings from what looked to be of a distant era. Admiring the door he ignored the angry nun that passed by him. She seemed to be replaying the events of her sisters’ death. But Lysander saw the likes of this before, and was more interested in the architecture of the church than the ectoplasmic violence that occurred behind him.

With a weakness for the aesthetic, he was stuck reveling in the beauty of the church until the plane his body rid on zoomed overhead. It, for a moment, broke the dead silence that deafened the streets, but then disappeared into the dark clouds as it made its way towards the airport in Paris. He would dread having to make the trek back up here again when the plane finally touched down, but for now he was curious to see what kind of people the Institute would house inside.

Slipping through the locked doors of the Institute, Lysander listened closely. A group of students played poker in the library, another group told stories near the warmth of a fireplace, while another listened to the instructors of a New Blood orientation, which he should have been attending. A girl wandered off into the woods, another girl drew sketches flowing from the reservoir of her pain, while another girl walked back to her dorm room in frustration. He could hear it all, though they were faint echoes and hardly distinguishable to his ear, with enough training he would one day be able to understand them. But what called out to him most of all was anything but subtle. Even from far away he could see spurts of its darkness dance off of it like the movements of solar flares whipping against the sun. Lysander stepped back, almost scared to go near it, but his curiosity got the better of him and seduced him to continue forward. With his lantern trembling in his hand, he made his way toward the room. From what he could tell, it was some sort of gym, but weapons and blades lined its walls. Before he could go any further a voice shouted out to him from the darkness, “It’s time to wake up,” it said. It was Edward’s, but Lysander knew better than to believe his dear brother was back.

Long ago, when Edward was training Lysander to traverse the spirit world, he would say those words so that Lysander’s spirit would know to come back before it could travel too far away from his body. Though it was weird that his travels had been cut so short, he justified it with the distance that his body must’ve had made away from him while riding on board the airplane.

“It’s a mere memory,” Lysander growled to himself as he began ascending into the night’s sky again in order to reclaim his physical body. A few seconds later, he woke up, gazing out at the night sky, this time at nothing more than what was mundanely there. The plane landed gently into the Paris airport and the Institute scouts led him back towards the location he had already been at. For now, the presence he encountered in the church would elude his mind as his focus would turn away from such matters and turn towards how he would go about finding his brother. But even more immediate than that, his mind raced to find answers to how he would face his first day of school.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Lysander Marcelle Character Portrait: Flynn Calder Character Portrait: Jessie Morgan Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny Character Portrait: Spencer Stone

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Jessie laid there on the institutes roof top, her earphones in staring up at the inky black sky that was littered with glittering stars. She always came up here when she wanted to think or relax, just to get away from all the other noises and drama down below and just drown everything out with her music. Her ipod had randomly picked a song, It started to play and a small smile crossed the girl's face, It was Drive By by Train, a song that Jessie couldn't help but to smile at whenever it played because she thought it was cute. The brunette played the song low to set the relaxing mood just right as a warm summer breeze rolled by. There was school tomorrow, yes that much was true but Jessie wasn't tired not yet anyway, that's the whole reason she came up here in the first place. When she was a new blood she had trouble falling asleep so she found a way to get up to the roof with ease and stare at the sky until her eyes got heavy but it was also a problem because she would usually fall asleep outside then had to rush in the morning to shower and all before class started.

Her eyes scanned the night sky slowly her eyes landing on all the stars before the huge milky orb that stood high in the sky as if it was watching her instead of the other way around. The warm summer breeze made Jessie remember the summer time when she was young, she would play outside in hot summer nights with her sister playing street basketball. She would stay up late with her little sister and play until their arms and legs hurt but then that day happened. The day when her mother died, her sister and her was put into the system because they had no close family members that they knew of to take them in. After that she became only trusting of her sister and no one else but then her sister too was taken away from her, it may sound mean but Jessie sometimes can't even remember her sisters face but is lucky enough to have a picture of them together even though if she found her now she would probably look nothing like she does in the picture. The expression on her face changed to a slight frown quickly shaking this thought from her head.

Shifting a bit Jessie placed her arms behind her head and slowly closed her eyes breathing in the summer air that seemed to smell of trees and... something sweet that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Jessie's nose was always more sensitive than her other senses which made her smell things from a far and track pretty good. She never told anybody about this of course like she had someone to actually talk to in the first place. Her Ipod now played Under Control by Ellie Goulding. Jessie could feel her eyes getting heavy as in her head she cursed to herself. Damn Jessie stay awake! You can't fall asleep outside again, you're going to give yourself a cold now get up! Her eyes got heavier and heavier until she couldn't hold it anymore the low beats of the song relaxing her to the point that she was fast asleep. Crap, I'm not going to make i-.

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Character Portrait: Lysander Marcelle Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Lysander looked out the window and at the airport as it melted into the blackness of the night. As they drove away from it, Lysander leaned his head against the glass. This time, however, he felt no chill or frost from it as he had felt in the spirit realm. The warmth kind of irked him, though. He shifted in his seat intermittently, trying to get accustomed to the warmer weather of the real France rather than its spiritual counterpart. However, he instead settled on just sitting up, trying his best to stay awake.

It was weird. He never experienced climate differences between the realms, but perhaps he had been channeling some era in France when summer was cold. But no matter. His mind didn’t dwell on such thoughts for too long. He chose to ignore the odd occurrences (which is saying a lot considering what he sees on a daily basis) and focus on the more mundane. “How much did I miss from not going to orientation?” “What classes do I have?” he thought. He looked at his wardens, the Institute scouts, and eyed them curiously. Would they shun him if he spoke up? Or, now that he had established eye contact with them, would they shun him if he didn’t. He decided that the latter was more likely.

“…so. What happens when I get back to the Institute?” Lysander said, uncomfortably.

“You’ll get washed, get ready for school the next morning, then go to bed.” Replied one of the scouts.

“So I don’t get a tour of the building?”

The scout didn’t respond. Instead he shook his head and looked back at the road outside his window.

A silence befell the car. Lysander, for some moments, watched the mixture of shadows and yellow light dance through the car windows as miles and miles of streetlights passed by. Every other type of light in France seemed to be out. Lysander looked at his watch. It was late, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go to sleep yet. The good thing about his power was that the Institute couldn’t really know if he was using it without their supervision. All he had to do was snuggle up into bed, pretend he was sleeping, and then jump out of his body and into the spirit realm. But there would be one downside to his plan if he chose to tour the spirit realm of the Institute at night: sleep.

Although it would look as if he were sleeping, he would, in fact, be very active and therefore be tired when he woke up in the morning. To counter this side effect, Lysander decided to sleep in the car, although they were only a few miles away from their destination. The scouts didn’t talk to him though, so there really was nothing better for Lysander to do while they were driving. “Hopefully their sternness is due to the fact that their field workers,” Lysander thought to himself before he began drifting off to sleep, “this experience is going to suck if the rest of the administrators are like this.” And with that he closed his eyes, awakening in what seemed to be just moments later when the car arrived at the Institute.

As the scouts unlocked the gates to the church, Lysander remembered how different this experience was when he was in the other realm. Everything was a lot more dark and creepy. Since it was night, it still was a little dark, but without the dead nuns and angry ghosts lurking in his peripheral, the creepy aspect diminished quite a bit. Though he didn’t pay much attention to it, his heart beat calmer now. He was used to the supernatural events that occurred in the spirit world, but there was still notable contrast between that realm and the one he currently was in. There was a sense of safety that the physical world seemed to give Lysander, which was odd because it was the world in which he was more vulnerable. But his steps to the door were more relaxed nonetheless.

After opening the door, Lysander walked into the main hallway of the old church. Before, the hallway was littered with orphan babies burnt to a crisp. Now, it was just a regular hallway. He looked around. A lot of history lied here. But something else rested there as well: something other than the past. It was indescribable. Lysander remembered it from his first spiritual trip here. It was in one of the training rooms. But now it just seemed to be scattered around the school, it’s presence lacing throughout every brick, every stone, every molecule that lined the corridors of the Institute. It put Lysander a bit on edge, but he was always on edge, so he ignored it.

Walking upstairs, Lysander listened closely as the sounds his feet made against the stone steps broke into the calm silence of the boy’s dormitory. As was the case on the streets in his spirit encounter of the Institute, he didn’t listen to the steps so much as he listened to any other sound that broke the silence with him. He listened closely for these other sounds partly out of a need for excitement and partly out of his natural paranoia. So one could imagine how his heart jumped when he heard a loud boom come from outside. Lysander ran to the top of the flight of stairs and looked through the nearest window in order to see what had made that sound. Distant figures stood in a field outside, but they were too far away for Lysander to see.

ImageAfter a few minutes of watching them, Lysander gave up on trying to squint hard enough in an effort to make out their faces. All he saw were tiny silhouettes moving back and forth below the black horizon. He took his hands off the window and made his way to his dorm room, thinking that maybe what he saw outside was just midnight practice the other students did for training.

Whatever it was, he'd find out tomorrow. But for right now, he just felt too tired to find out. Walking into his room, he dropped all of his things and plopped down onto the bed. “Screw the spirit tour,” he thought to himself, the lids of his eyes being pulled down by fatigue, “I’m just going to go to sleep.” And so he dozed off, his body preparing him for the next day to come.

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Katrina had woken up earlier than she usually did, feeling thankful she didn't have to rush just to get to class on time. She smiled fondly to her plants, pushing them a little bit more towards the sunlight coming in through an open window. It didn't take long for her to get ready, well, compared to how long it used to take her to get ready, before she actually got used to putting on make up and styling her hair. Kat just slipped on a green dress, putting on some light make up and pulling on her favorite silver strappy sandals. As she looked to the clock she decided against using her spare time to see what she could make grow, not really feeling the need to be disappointed.

It wasn't until she was already walking down the halls that Kat realized that she could very well meet the new student's she had missed at the orientation the day before. She may not know all to much about their power but that wouldn't mean she couldn't just get to know them, right? The people in the hall were whispering, apparently about some Scott, Katrina wondered what they meant by 'arm', who beat what with what arm?

Kat glanced around the halls for a face she didn't recognize, waving at the few people she actually made eye contact with as she passes by. One boy she didn't recognize caught her eyes, and she all but skipped up to him, her smile wide on her face, "Hi! I'm Katrina Hyde, but most call me Kat. Are you new to the school?" She asked politely and with enthusiasm. "You'll love it here, even though being a New Blood isn't the absolute best." She was cheerful as always, smiling and intertwining her fingers behind her back, looking to Scott eagerly.

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Katrina barely got a good look at this 'Valor' as Scott held it up for a brief moment. "Pretty impressive." She commented more to herself than to Scott, it was incredibly impressive especially compared to her considerably weaker power. Kat wouldn't be able to last a second in a match with him. It only took her a moment to regain her talkative nature as she followed Scott into the class, taking a seat right beside him, "Class doesn't start until all the Superlatatives finish their meeting, so around eight." She informed as she placed her backpack down, turning in the desk to fully face Scott, crossing her legs and smoothing out her dress casually.

Her smile was consistent on her face, hardly ever wavering, "Hey, did you fell that tremor last night? I thought it was just like, a little mini earthquake, but apparently it was coming from a fight down in the, um," Kat's face scrunched up for a moment as she tried to relay what her friend told her. "I think it was the East wing. Yeah, my friend was telling me about how some guys were fighting and one of the guys just completely destroyed the other." She said laughing a little, "I was told that it was between a new student and Nick, 'Shell-Shock', I honestly don't know why he goes by that silly name, but he's a bit of a bully so I never really had the nerve to out right question it. And my friend was telling me how he saw Nick go back to his dorm just absolutely shocked!" She couldn't help but let out a little laugh, "I only wish I could have seen it." Kat had a wide smile on her face, "Your power seems pretty powerful as well, I'm afraid I'm one of the weaker New Bloods. I can, well, kinda just grow plants, but I can't make a strawberry grow for the life of me." She shook her head with a small smile. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm talking non stop, I always do that unless someone just like duct tapes my mouth shut." Kat smiled a little, looking only a little embarrassed.

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Kat's eyes widened a bit in surprised and her cheeks flushed with color as she realized she'd been talking about Scott with Scott. "Oh, well I guess I was right when I said your power is pretty impressive." She recovered from her shock with a bright smile, especially happy that Scott didn't seem to mind too much that she'd talked non stop, instead showing intersest in her power. "Well, I'm still perfecting the growing of the plants, but yeah, I actually only ever use my own medicine, I don't have anything against the company's or anything like that. I just think that natural medicine works better for me." She absentmindedly played with her earrings, "I can make you some if you'd like, though most people who try it don't particuarly like my all-natural solutions." Kat shrugged, "Also my plants usually taste horrible, so I've switched to making mainly topical medicines."

The girl's attention easily switched back to Valor, "So is it just always on your arm or does it come and go?" She questioned, forgetting to wait for an answer before continuing, "Your power presentation must have been impressive, oh I wish I'd been there. Mine wasn't I know that much, I didn't realize I had to provide my own props, I didn't have a potted plant, I had to practically beg them to come outside just to show them." Kat shook her head at the memory, laughing a little. "So where in the great wide world are you from?" She asked, trying to step away from the power conversation, though she did want to know more about Scott's power, she already knew her's would be horribly useless in comparison. "I mainly lived in Southern Africa, but I also visited my dad in Germany for Summer break and such." She finally took a pause in talking, listening for Scott's answer.

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Scott smiled just a bit.
"It has its uses."
She offered to make him some medicine.
"I would like that. If you have any all-natural energy boosters, that would be perfect. I'm pretty active."

What do you know, Valor? The girl's actually really nice.
I told you that I sensed good vibes. We Voltari have a sense for this sort of thing.
The topic changed to her asking about Valor.
"It's not always on my arm."
She then talked about the power presentation, and he shrugged.

"It could have gone better. My power is also best used outside, for now."
She kept talking a mile a minute, taking a breath to ask where he was from.
"Nowhere as exotic as Africa or as European as Germany. I'm from Detroit, Michigan."
Scott had not planned on being this talkative, but there was just something about this girl that helped him loosen up.

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Jon wished he could ignore the alarm and just go back to sleep. He'd been up nearly the entire night performing rounds to determine the school's security and then had to make his report. His spine still went cold at the thought of the voice that greets him on the other end. To make things worse, he'd had THAT dream again.An involuntary gag at the realization is what forced the young man to sit up and finally come to life. A quick spark of electricity from his hair was enough to shut off the alarm, but his brain was still too fuzzy for something that required a lot of finesse. In other words, he wouldn't be walking for a while and needed to resort to his other method of transportation or call in sick. Despite wanting to call in sick the young man opted for the more productive option.

Jon focused on a collection of metal pellets, roughly a gram in size each like those used in bb guns. He didn't play with them, but he still purchased the pellets in large numbers since they worked well with his ability. With a twitching type motion from his hand a mass of them gathered into a disk. Oddly enough despite the mass containing hundreds or a thousand little balls his ability ignored the issue so long as the total mass didn't exceed his limit. Jon hefted himself on the disk of pellets and while far from comfortable it was a method of transport that required little effort and focus. He dressed himself while riding the construct and even used the disk to exit his room and dorms. The man wished he possessed the presence of mind to own a coffee machine for mornings such as these but could only shrug the matter off at this time.

"Tired...I could totally sleep through Power Control at this rate," the statement came out as a yawn. The teenager continued his lift to the classroom despite being fairly certain that he was violating school rules at this time...it wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten in trouble. Jon's face still gave the appearance of one still asleep by the time he arrived to the proper classroom. In fact, it would not be a lie to state that he nearly fell asleep while opening the door.

"I'm here, Dunaway's present...tardiness might be optional," the words more slurred out of his mouth and his disk wobbled a bit as he started to doze. A brief shot of panic brought Jon back to temporary wakefulness and the discovery of class having not yet started...and he was in the wrong class. Well this is a bit embarrassing Jon felt his face slightly redden at the realization. From the looks of it, only two students were in the current classroom so his blunder might go unnoticed. Almost in hopes of that, he began to slowly back up to exit the room.

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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Kat practically radiated excitement when Scott told her he was from Michigan, "You're from America? I've always wanted to visit America!" She leaned in, looking right at Scott, a huge smile plastered on her face, "Have you been to any of those national parks? I hear they're amazingly beautiful." She looked off dreamily for a moment, thinking about those lush park's she'd always wanted to visit one day. Katrina looked back to the boy before her, "Oh and I could easily make some energy booster's, but just a warning, they taste absolutely dreadful." Kat gave a small laugh, pushing back her curls, "So have you made any other friend's since you've come to this school or is it too soon to say?"

The energetic girl didn't really even have time to wait for his answer as a voice came from someone entering the room. Her back was facing the door so she had to twist to see who'd entered, lo and behold it was Jon Dunaway. "Jon! What're you doing in this class? Wait, don't go! There's still time until class starts, you can come sit with us and meet Scott!" She turned to Scott, "That's Jon, he's a Medial but he's still nice enough, so we're friends." She'd talked to Jon several times since she arrived, maybe it wasn't enough time for Katrina to call him her friend, but that was just how she was. She turned back to Jon, "Come on, please Jon?" She smiled, intertwining her fingers and holding them under her chin, basically begging.

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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"Kat your ability to be so cheerfuuuul in the morning should be illegal-I'm practically dead here," Jon couldn't suppress the yawn that occurred mid sentence. In truth he liked talking to the girl, but ever sense he'd lost trust in the Academy he found himself somewhat hesitant to interact with her. She was just too...nice for him to truly want to believe the Academy was a bad place. However in spite of his feelings he moved himself over to Kat and her companion.

"Sup Scott m'name's Jon spelled J-O-N, and yeah I know it's weird,"Jon stayed cross-legged on his perch while waving his right hand towards the other man. Since Kat had already said their names he found the classic exchange of names rather silly but did it anyways. "Nice arm by the way, personally I'm just a talking magnet. Still haven't figured out if I work on girls though." He threw a wink at Kat to play on his feeble attempt of a morning joke.

"Though I do unfortunately damage electronics and magnetic strip type stuff so you might wanna keep about this distance to avoid that." Jon's face pulled into an apologetic expression while indicating his two foot 'bubble' of space. "All that aside, I hope you're enjoying the place so far."

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway

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"I just can't help it, I was born smiling!" She grinned over to Jon, looking back to Scott, "The all-natural energy boosters help too." It was just something Kat had to be, cheerful, she feels the need to show and share joy pretty much all the time. She regarded Jon again, "Scott actually wants some of my energy boosters." Kat had offered some of her homemade remedies to many of her friends, Jon included, but most draw the line at drinking or eating anything, great tasting plants wasn't exactly Katrina's forte quite yet.

Kat laughed at Jon's little joke, her cheeks turning a rosy color, it made her feel like a normal girl when people flirted with her. She greatly appreciated it, though she could barely ever reciprocate it properly, "Well you're lucky you don't attract plants otherwise I'd be all over you." She patted Jon's forearm briefly, getting a light shock that surprised her more than actually hurt her, instinctively pulling her hand back, "Ow, I keep on forgetting about the bubble." She whined as she shook her hand, pouting for a moment, soon going back to being all smiles. "Scott's American, just like you Jon, though he did actually live in America." Kat commented, pointing out what they had in common, soon switching topics again. "Jon, did you feel the little tremor last night? And hear about Nick? Well as it turns out that was all due to none other than my brand new classmate Scott." Kat paused for a second, turning to her classmate, "Wait, that won't due, Scott isn't grandiose enough a name, if Nick has a nickname, albeit a ridiculous one, so should you." She looked off, staring into the distance as she attempted to come up with some kind of nickname off the top of her head, "Um, Captain America, wait that's already been taken, um, Mr. Hammer, no that's even worst than Shell-Shock." She glanced over to Jon, "Oh, help me think of a nick name, Jon." She looked over to Scott, actually maintaining silence as she struggled to think up some kind of amazing nickname on the spot.

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Katrina considered the name Scott had brought up, "It's not bad, actually seems very fitting, and it's so much better than Shell-Shock." She smiled, "And tons better than just Scott, no offence." Kat leaned over to pat his shoulder, still grinning, she turned her attention to Valor, cocking her head to the side, "Whoa, it even looks heroic when you hold it up." Kat had to resist the urge to just reach out and touch it, knowing that technically she'd be invading personal space, even though she didn't see it that way. Instead she settled with just asking questions to satisfy her own curiosity, "Isn't it really very heavy, or are you just so strong that is doesn't weigh you down at all? Oh and how does it work even, I mean does it just show up when you want it to?" She questioned, gesturing to Scott's arm.

Just then the bell rang and she looked over to Jon, "Ooh, it looks like you'd better hurry, unless you want to be late. Sorry for keeping you!" She said apologetically, feeling a little guilty for keeping Jon longer than he had to be. As classmates began filing in, Katrina turned right back to Scott, "You don't talk all that much, do you? Oh well, actually I guess I just talk too much... But I meant with Jon, maybe just cause you didn't really know him you didn't feel like talking to him, but I'm sure you'll like him after talking to him some more." Kat really hoped that they would get along, she really disliked when one of her friends disliked another, she was never good at picking sides after all. "Oh and I'm really sorry that you're first day wasn't the best, but that just means that it can only get better right?" She gave a reassuring smile, ever the optimist when it came to others. As the teacher began to speak, she finally turned to fully face the front, looking over to Scott with a weak smile as she whispered, "This is the hardest part of school, actually shutting my mouth and paying attention."

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Character Portrait: Atheya Vera Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Katrina was really bad at paying attention, especially with all her classmates coming in, she had to resist going off and chatting while her teacher was starting class. She did allow herself to smile and wave to some new students, giving a big wave to Atheya when she saw the superlative girl up front before finally putting her hands down. When Mr. Elliot encouraged them to talk and work on their powers Kat was reminded as to why she liked this class. Though she really wasn't too great at the whole setting goals part. She pulled out her Big Book of Plants, turning to a random page in the thick book, taking out a pen and taking down notes on various plants.

Scott pulled her attention away from the book when he handed her a slip of paper. Kat looked to the paper, seeing a room number written on it, her smile gradually widening as she listened to Scott praise her power. "Oh I swear, you're my best friend just for saying that! Ahh, I might cry!" Kat wiped at the tips of her eyes, trying not to smudge her make up. She figured her power had at least potential to grow but she hardly ever really believed it, especially after frustrating days like the day before where she couldn't even grow a fruit. Kat wasn't the best at taking compliments either, always so flustered and overly happy. "I'll make as much as I can as soon as possible." She turned to her book for a moment, still smiling, thinking for a whole minute about what her goals would be before figuring she could use a break.

"So what are you're goals so far?" She questioned, turning to Scott as she closed the book in front of her, "I mean if we're gonna help each other out I should at least know what you're striving for."

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Katrina caught Scott's smile, albeit a small one, she couldn't help but feel content over it. She loved helping people be happy, she found it helped if she was happy, and look! Proven right once again.

She listened carefully to Scott's goal, "Well I'll do my best to help you but I'm afraid the most you'll get out of me is protein supplements seeing as I'm about as defined as a twig." She held up her skinny arm as if to further prove her point. "But I could probably work out now and again, not that I think it would affect my power." She commented, looking to the arm she held up, letting it fall to her side. Kat looked back to Scott with a small smile, "I still need to improve on taste of some edible plants, not to mention the size, oh and the mutations... alright let's just say I have a lot to work on." She tapped a polished finger on the big book in front of her as she mentally made a list of what she hoped to improve on.

Most of the skills she hoped to attain were probably far off into the future, but she could still hope. Kat stood abruptly, going to a small supply closet in the classroom, and quickly picking up a mini pot with soil and a small packet of various seeds. It was something she made sure the classroom had after the first few days of doing nothing but sitting in her chair and twiddling her thumbs. She sat back in her seat next to Scott, smiling slightly over to him, "I have to fit practice in whenever I can." She explained, looking back over to the packet of seeds. An advantage of her power was that she could tell which seed grew what, it was like a sixth sense. She picked through all the seeds of the plastic baggy, finally selecting one and carefully burying it underneath the soil. Katrina always did feel a little awkward just practicing in public but she focused on the pot in front of her, her smile dropping as her face grew a determined look. Her hand hovered over the pot and soon a green sprout came up from the soil. The sprout continued to grow, a small white flower blooming, followed by a green strawberry that ripened into a plump red strawberry. A smile grew over her face but she already knew that appearance as only half of it. The strawberry had always been tricky for her and she didn't even consider offering it to Scott, the boy might be crazy enough to trust her and eat it. Kat picked it off the stem, letting out a breath and smiling weakly, glancing over to Scott, "Here goes nothing." She muttered, taking a small bite. Sure enough it was sour and tasted horribly off, her face scrunching up at the bad taste. She let the plant wither into the soil, absentmindedly stirring it in with her pencil to fertilize the soil, putting on a smile as she looked back over to Scott, "Now that you've seen my power you'll have to show me how yours works eventually."

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Katrina listened carefully to Scott's explanation, processing the information carefully. She couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought of Scott fully covered in Valor, fighting crime like some kind of superhero. Kat blushed a little as she realized Scott might think she was laughing at him, quickly trying to explain, "Sorry, I was just kind of imagining you, like, fighting crime in a full suit made of Valor. The more I think about it, the more I think Man of Valor would be and amazing superhero name." She grinned, staring at Valor, unable to help herself as she reached out to touch it, feeling the smooth metal beneath her fingers before regaining her self-control and pulling back with a sheepish smile, "Sorry, sometimes I forget that some people like their space."

"But I'd love to see the strike in person, I'd imagine if I could feel it all the way in the girl's dorm last night that it must be a grand performance." She added in. Kat found herself staring at Valor more than she looked at Scott, admiring the beautiful display of colors on Scott's arm. Forcing herself to look away from Valor and up to Scott. Her eyes met with his and she couldn't help but blush, looking back to Valor, "It really is amazing to look at." Kat praised, putting on a bright smile, trying to hide her blush. "I can't wait to see Valor in action. It's gonna be like a scene from a real life action movie!" She was back to her energetic self as she imagined how it must look, "I only wish I'd seen your fight with Nick last night."

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Kat laughed along with his joke, "Valor Man? Oh that's gold, we're going to have to save that one, it really completes the super-image in my mind." The girl's smile brightened as Scott told her she could touch Valor anytime, relieved that he wasn't weirded out by the girl that just randomly touched Valor. Kat almost went in to touch it again, opting instead to hold back and keep her self control in check. She wouldn't want Scott believing that she was only interested in his power.

Katrina sat in fascination as she listened to Scott tell her how the fight went down last night. "You and Valor seem like you make a great team." She commented cheerfully, her smile dropping into a small frown, "I just can't believe you were challenged on your first day! I mean how rude of them to pick on you for no reason, I ought to go over and give Mr. 'Shell-Shock' a piece of my mind." Kat glanced over her shoulder to the almost-Medial New Blood, who chatted with his own friends. She's always been protective of friends, if she needed to she would go up and talk to Nick, but she also had to face the reality that Nick would very likely shut her up in a not-so-polite way. Kat quickly looked back to Scott with a bright smile, dismissing the thought from her head, "I'd imagine that you'll advance in no time, and I'll be on your support team to help you out." She smiled, winking playfully, her smile slipping slightly to show concern, "But you shouldn't push yourself just to fight jerks." Kat realized that really it wasn't her business what Scott did with his powers, but she couldn't help but worry for her new friend.

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Katrina's concern was washed away by Scott's comment on how his training was for him and not anyone else, and she put on her usual smile. "Good, it's probably harder to advance if you're not doing it for yourself." She was happy for Scott, he really seemed to know exactly what he wanted out of the institute, unlike Katrina. Kat knew for sure that she hoped to understand her power a little better, maybe even advance, but that was about it. Other than that the institute was just an in between place where she would be surrounded by peers like her... well that's what she was told, but a lot of the other students just seemed much more advanced in their power.

She noticed that Scott seemed to pause every once in a while, probably just thinking to himself but Kat's curiosity overtook her, leaning in a little with a smile, "You sure are a thinker huh?" She commented, resting her head on her folded hands and looking up to Scott, "Then again, it might be that I'm just a talker and aren't letting you talk much, I do tend to do that sometimes." Kat could sense herself beginning to get off tract, focusing back to the original question that had been floating around in her mind, "What are you thinking about?" She questioned, cringing slightly at her wording, "Wow that sounds like I'm some annoying girlfriend, but I really don't know how else to phrase it."

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Character Portrait: Katrina Hyde Character Portrait: Scott Kearny

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Katrina grew a little worried as Scott hesitated to answer. Maybe she'd hit a sore spot somehow, or maybe he just didn't really want to share what he was thinking, not everyone was as open about most things like Kat was. She began worrying every passing moment he didn't answer her, maybe he decided that he didn't want to hang around someone who was apparently so snoopy. Kat realized that it was possible that she was over reacting just a tad, building up the situation in her head into some big complicated mess, just making herself fret even more, her smile faltering for a moment. Before she could wave off her question and tell him that he didn't have to answer her at all if he didn't want to, Scott spoke, instantly calming all her nerves.

Her smile was bright again, with no chance of faltering, a small blush on her cheeks made her pray that it blended in with her makeup. "I'm really glad to hear that! I promise to try to live up to the title of 'first new friend'." She laughed lightly, really tempted to hide her face in her hands and scream out of excitement like the teenage girl she was. Instead, Katrina played with a lock of her curly hair, trying to distract herself. She was beginning to think that she might harbor deeper feelings than those of friendship for Scott. Call her crazy for starting to crush on a guy the first day of meeting him, but as a teenage girl, Kat held the right to develop feelings for cute people as soon as she first saw them. The realization of the developing crush really only made everything she had said to him so far seem embarrassing, making her blush a little darker just from pure embarrassment. Kat realized that there was a moment of silence, quickly going to fill it, "So I'm really the first friend you made? I figured you'd be quite the popular guy what with your looks-" Kat cut herself off, backtracking a little,"I mean, what with Valor being all impressive and shiny, I can't be the only thing on this campus who was attracted. Attracted to Valor I mean, cause of the design." She finished weakly, figuring at this point it would be best to just shut up and smile like she wasn't mortified by her awkward wording.