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Seamus Marks Richardson

"I'm here, anything you need me for, I'm here"

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a character in “Astral Academy|The Bonds Between”, as played by Stark Contrast

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"I'm aware that's you're all here for a reason, the question is do you know that reason?"








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NAME:
Seamus Marks Richardson

AGE:
43

GENDER:
Male

SEXUALITY:
"This is not something that I'm willing to share."

HEIGHT:
6'2

WEIGHT:
176lbs

DATE OF BIRTH|ZODIAC
May 14th 1970 || Taurus






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LIKES:
✔ Massages||Conversations
✔ Tea||Crossword Puzzles
✔Caramel||Soul Music
✔ Old Movies||Suits
✔ Absinthe||Nature
✔Non Fiction Novels||The Evening

DISLIKES:
✘Arguing||Ignorance
✘ Hot/Humid Weather||Raincoats
✘ Crowds||Tardiness
✘Arrogance||Peppermint
✘ Celery||Tight Shirts
✘Unhygienic People||Pollen

FAVORITE POWER:
"While less of a power, and more of a personality trait than anything else, I adore the fact that I can keep my head above the water, that I've been gifted with the power to advise other people, and offer therapeutic measures if needed. Common sense is a virtue that is too often overlooked."

SKILLS:
Hunting
Gardening
Cooking
Reading People
Therapy







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PERSONALITY:
Seamus is a very simple, frugal person, who doesn't talk much but when he does he offers incredible insight. He's noted for being calm, patient, and observant, he is also incredibly understanding and tolerant. Some may mistake this as way for creating excuses, but he can in fact be rather punctual when people try to take that as a weakness. He is someone who has always been easy to talk to, given that he doesn't look like someone who has the time to talk. He even has a rather fatherly presence to certain students, considering the fact that he can be quite caring, and gentle when need be. He is a hard worker, and diligent with his craft. When he wants something done for himself he gets it done, no excuses attached. He can sometimes be emotional, and maybe a little sensitive towards the needs of others, but he almost never lets this show unless he's around someone he can truly trust, and one thing about him is that he trusts very cautiously. Of course, as most Taurus do, he may suffer from an occasional outburst of anger or emotion by events he cannot control, but it is nothing that is too common for others to notice.

MISCELLANEOUS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfJRX-8SXOs

So begins...

Seamus Marks Richardson's Story

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He pats his stomach to some kind of mismatched beat, something he can't realize because his Ipod's headphones are at full blast, with some type of intelligible mash between rock music, and someone struggling to sing over the over-saturated instrumental, typical for singers whose vocal ability was weak. He noted this in his head, as his shirtless body turned over in his mattress to stare at the door for a few minutes. He was scrutinizing the sunlight from the window, to determine if he should get up just yet. He would do that when he lived back in the swaps in Louisiana, there were no Ipods, no alarm clocks, you had to awaken yourself naturally. His arms folded underneath the weight of his head, and he sighed out a breath, which moved a piece of dark hair form his face. "Yep. It's just about that time." he thought to himself as he slowly raised himself up from the mattress, shaking his wet hair in front his face, and chuckling to himself as his headphones were forcibly pulled out from the movement. He was so used to his mother doing that whenever he attempted to drown her voice out with music, that he swore that his ears were carved and numb to the airy sting. Another slow intake of breath and he was off the bed, stretching his sore muscles from all the luggage he had to carry to dorms last night, not his own, but other people who needed help and just happened to arrive in the dead of night. It was surreal getting that invitation, thinking that he'd have to conceal his powers from his family, but like any family, they could tell something was going on with little ol Zhayne, but they couldn't tell just what. He would have rather kept these thing a secret, where he lived being different was a sign for people to either ignore you or berate you, but when you were family, why people would treat you with the kindest hospitality you could find. Invite you to cookouts, graduations, trips. Hell, his father even had a chance to borrow a car from one his mates. That community was tight-knit, when they sensed Zhayne was hiding something, it would take only months for him to spit it out, at least to his immediate family, the neighbors were given the run around about how he was sick from some bayou fever. Some hogshit like that.

The young man journeyed to the single bathroom next door, bringing some fresh clothes, and a towel with him. This would be the first day of school, and he could rely on his sense to tell that nobody knew what to expect. The teachers all seemed maybe a decade older or even younger than the students themselves, which was slightly strange, but as long as they weren't his age, he was fine with that. He had to wonder if anyone else had powers like him, and if they neglected to tell their families until they were invited. He could remember the night of the Eclipse as being very surreal, and euphoric, in that one moment it seemed like the stars, the universe, this planet, and his body and mind, were at one. That sounded a little bit too emotional for someone like Zhayne, but it was the only way he could describe it, his power awakening, his mind opening. He wondered how other students felt about that pivotal moment. He grabbed a small bottle of shampoo off the rack in front of him, and saturated his hair in the goo, feeling it between his fingers and then rubbing it into the locks of his hair. He scrubbed a little vigorously, and let the steamy water of the shower beat down on his chest and his back. It felt a lot better than the malfunctioning pipes at his own home, one minute it's hot, and then next minute, it'd be cold, and stay cold, if were lucky you could feel a sliver of heat pass by, and miss it like a shooting star. He shook his hair about as he turned off the faucet, grabbed his towel and dried himself. He dried himself with some mixture of lazy effort, his body was still slightly moisturized as he pulled on a tight, short sleeved, black T-shirt, and loose, black denim jeans, along with some boxers underneath. Both were a little difficult to put in with all the liquid still dripping down his body. He flipped his hair back out in front of his face, as he peered into the slightly foggy mirror in front of him. He murmured in his Cajun accent as he moved his face left and right in front of the mirror, and scratched at the stubby growth beneath his chin. "Not lookin' bad Spencer. Not at all." He flashed his pearly whites at the mirror, and grasped the toothpaste a little ways ahead of him, along with the toothbrush, and started the quotidian routine of brushing his teeth. Too many of his relatives suffered from dental diseases, seeing as how the dentist wasn't nearly as important to his family members as the Doctor, his older relatives often ignored dental hygiene, and for the sake of others, and the fact that he was always wary of his grandparents kissing him when he was younger. He pledged to brush his teeth as often as he could, he wasn't crazy about it, just slightly paranoid whenever he didn't do it. Didn't want any of his offspring (if he decides to have any) thinking such things about him, then following the example. No, the oral health abuse would stop at him.

After the dental check up was done, he walked back into his bedroom, and grasped the practically empty bookbag, leaning against the bed post and slung it over his shoulder. He then took his schedule off the top of the desk, and took note of the first class. "Seamus Marks Richardson. A-232" he murmured to himself as he walked out his room, and into the boys dorm hallway. He walked past what seemed like practically empty hallways with the exception of a few students wandering about, it occurred to him that he may have woken up too early for any socializing, though that didn't particularly hurt him in any way. It was better to get a grasp of where he was going, and where he needed to be. He would walk around until he got to the main hall, and smelled food, his stomach growled, and his nose would lead him to the cafeteria, he would eat light with a bit of toast spread on jam, orange juice, graham crackers, and an apple as a side dish. He yawned at the food in boredom, he hoped they were serving this type of stuff at lunch, his tastes were rather...eccentric to say the least. He took a large bite out of the toast, and drank some orange juice after swallowing. While chewing, he figured that maybe it would be a little too late for him to make it to calls so fast, and decided to chew a little earnestly. "The day's just started fool...relax" he noted to himself. He finally looked at his Ipod and noticed that it was only 7:23pm, he could take as much time as he needed. Class would begin at 8:30, for him and rest of the students who would attend Mr.Richardson's class, though time would only tell what he would do during the wait.







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The blonde from the pink is getting too hard to differentiate from at this point when she looks into the mirror, she would call it a vanilla strawberry mix, and she learned to love it. She thought it made her look a little unique, but then quickly realized that anyone could feel that way, she wasn't much different from the young adults prowling around. Anyways, she was doing some type of unusual ritual to her hair, the whole thing was curled into a circular cone of some kind of the top of her head, she was trying to position the curling iron in such a way that it wouldn't burn her scalp, then, suddenly, like a dumbass she grasped the heated metallic part of the iron while trying to grab a bobby pin, thereby sending the iron flying across the room in frustration, and then yelling out obscenities into the silence of her room. She accidentally yanked her lamp off the drawer along with the iron which were connected to extension cords. She looked around with a frustrated expression at the mess, and then at the mirror, smirking at her inventiveness. It was almost exactly as she imagined,and she patted the sides of it with her hand, smiling and twirling around in joyous madness, oh she liked where this went. She looked at her phone on the dresser for a moment after her littler personal victory, and noticed that it was 7:42. She wanted to get out there and make some accomplices, along with learn which classes she would definitely be skipping. She grasped her sack off the dresser, which made a plethora of other items fall, but Rae did not dare turn, or care. She simply waltzed her out of the room, taking only a quick peek back at the weirdly configured hair style and turning into the hallway. There she was met with some students giving others directions, as if they even knew the layout of the castle, no one had been here long enough to memorize the whole place, though she had to remember there were Gemini's here like her, if she wanted, and if she gave the effort, she could easily recall the hallways like the back pf her hand. She had to give it to the architects though, the place was immense.

She made it to the Main Hall, and was apparently able to remember how she made her way to her room from there, she even remembered looking around, and spotting a few places of note, a cafeteria she would know because of the chairs, and it's unorthodox layout to any room, board, or classroom. She would make her way there figuring that this was the place where students would most likely be until the time came to pass for homeroom classes. She took a few items on a tray, and then looked out to the lunch tables which were filling up quickly, she spotted a few people she could recognize from last night particularly that of Zhayne, who she recalled helping her with her luggage when she least expected help, he seemed like naturally joyous company to have, sociable, friendly. She could makes amends with that. she almost ignored the urge to sit next to him, which was unusual, but she wasn't sure she wanted to sit net to him. Against her wishes, she did anyway, shoving her plate down on the table. Zhayne stared up at the girl as he took a bite out of his apple.

"Can I help ya-oh! You're that girl from last night."

"Yeah, It's Rae...mind if I sit next to you."

'Sure, an empty seat never did me any good."

She scrutinized the young male for a second, then sat next to him. She started to attack her grapefruit with a spoon, scooping out the slices. She never liked the taste, but figured if she kept eating it, maybe it's become an acquired taste. Meanwhile, Zhayne peered curiously at her hair, without seeming guilty of staring. Rae seemed like someone who wouldn't have appreciated that.







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A cup of coffee in front of his face, and a bit of nervous jitter in his body, It had been a long time since he was given supervision over the Academy, he never expected such a thing to happen again, it wasn't supposed to happen.. he was told, at least not this early. There was only so much he could ask, and so many answers that he could be given at one time. Still, many things did not make sense to the wizened man. He took another sip of caffeine, he expected his colleagues to be here in the next few minutes as he was expecting them to be confused about being called so abruptly in the middle of their lives. What the students wouldn't know was that the teachers were once students here as well, graduating, and then slowly losing their powers over the years, only for them to make a resurgence at the apex of this new Eclipse. Seamus was sleeping when this was happening, awakened when he saw his bedroom darken considerably, and forced back into this life. It wasn't as of he hated being here per say, he was simply nervous, he hoped his own training would live up to what he'd need to teach these new students. They had no idea what they face, and he could feel something abrew, it was all he could speculate, until he knew more there was nothing else he could do.

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The metal pole flew up and down as fast as Jack could lift it. His eyes straight and focused, concentrated at the ceiling. In his mind the counting; fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty nine, sixty, had come to and end. Jack let the weights down easily onto the resting stand and then let out a deep sigh. Small beads of sweat flowed down from his hair line onto his nose and then dripped onto his soaked Superman t-shirt as he sat up. With his right hand he reached for his bottle of water, and with his left he pulled a phone from his pocket. The cold water seemed to evaporate the moment it hit his tongue, but this sensation was no longer an anomaly, Jack had long grew custom to the high internal body heat that was typical of Leos.

The phone read 6:13am. Jack stood up from the bench and looked into the mirror, admiring all of the equipment as well as the beautiful workmanship that was put into the room. It had been a while since Jack was a student here at the Academy, yet it still felt very familiar, very close; it was home. He had always admired the castle, it was a grand piece of art, and Jack was satisfied that he could return once again.

Despite his enthusiasm, however, Jack still had many questions about the Eclipse that seemed to enhance his powers, and had a feeling things were going to be very different this time around. Bringing his focus back to the present, Jack made his way up towards the teacher wing. He wondered if any familiar faces would be out and about, perhaps people he knew would also be teachers here as well, but despite his hopes he did not see anyone. Too early I guess.

Jack reached into his gym pack and pulled out his door key. The beautifully crafted mahogany door was decorated with a square ornate design, and a shiny brass door handle. In slid the key and unlocked the door. With a small push it opened and showed a decent sized living quarter that would be Jack's home for this school year. Within was an secluded area that would act as an office, complete with desk and seating area. This is where Jack would do much of his lesson preparation and extra help. It still excited Jack that he would be a teacher at this academy. Being a teacher was something he was used to, for before he was called to work at the academy he was a high-school philosophy teacher. Of course his job now was quite different he still felt that he would bring ample experience to his Defense position.

Past the office area was a small living area, complete with fire-place. Next to that was the kitchen, which was more like a table and a small refrigerator. Across from the kitchen was the bedroom. This is where Jack was now. He was getting out of his workout clothing and getting some new clothes out for the day. The bedroom was outfitted with a bed, two dressers, a place to hang clothes, a bed-side table, and a comfy looking chair. After getting his clothes Jack walked to the final room of his quarter; the bathroom.

He undressed and got into the shower and cleaned his body. Once finished he groomed himself by combing his hair in a fancy, yet preppy fashion. It was slightly similar to a comb over, except that since He had a full head of hair it actually looked nice. He put on a red collared shirt and light brown dress pants. Over his shirt he wore his favorite dark grey blazer. Now that he was ready he looked at the clock on the wall and saw that the hour hand had just struck seven. He made his way down through the teacher wing, still not seeing anyone. He then passed a few classrooms and then made his way to the main hall and the cafeteria.

After looking through the selections Jack decided on a bagel and fruit salad. Jack then sat down at a smaller table and opened up a book he had in his bag. The title read:"The Great Gatsby." Jack began to read and eat. I can't believe I never read this Jack thought as he began. A past student had suggested the book to him a few months ago, and since Jack enjoyed reading he took on the book. It only took a few minutes to finish eating, and when he did jack put away his trash and put the book back into his bag. This is when some of the first students came down. A boy and a girl, seemingly bickering or fighting. Jack got up and headed to the Headmaster's room. Its been a while since Jack had seen Seamus and was eager to see what was going on.

When he arrived he was about to knock on the door but then he saw a familiar face coming down the hall. This woman was quite beautiful, Jack thought. And when he realized who it was surprise overtook him. "Sammy S? Is that you?"





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The ringing went of precisely at 6:00am, and with the artificial noise of birds chirping Samantha awoke. She stretched her arms out and yawned before she reached under her pillow and pulled out her phone, turning off the alarm. Today was the first day of school and she felt very different this day then ever before. Sam flipped over onto her side and remembered what it felt like all those years ago. Her first experience at the academy was life-changing. She was a young teen who just discovered she had some sort of "magical" gifts. Now as an adult she is back with even more knowledge of her gifts and the chance to help and aid youngsters in their journey.

After a couple moments of laziness Samantha got up and hurried into the bathroom and showered. The warm water felt great against her newly awake self. The hot droplets bouncing off her almost flawless skin stung with its heat. Samantha than began to move her hand in a circle motion, and in doing so she was controlling the water around her to spin into a ball shape. Being able to manipulate water and control it was one of the gifts Sammy felt was relaxing and calming. After washing her luscious brown locks, Samantha stepped out of the shower and began to get dressed. Today she wore a navy blue blouse and a knee length skirt that was charcoal black. Next she put on some make-up, brushed her teeth and then sat down to write in her journal. She wrote about how she was feeling, recalling past memories, and writing down some hopes and goals for the day. She was more than thrilled to be teaching her favorite subject: English. However since she would be teaching students with very different ages, and educations she had to make a non conventional outline for her class.

Her room was quite neat and orderly, she had a few bookcases stocked with books, a couple dressers filled with clothing and accessories, and a not so neat bed. Seeing the mess she left Samantha quickly went over and made her bed. The white fluffy blanket looked like fresh fallen snow upon the mattress and tempted Samantha to lay down again. Resisting the temptation Sam went on to get her items and materials for the day, and lastly she put on her shoes, grabbed a muffin from the counter and headed out the door. She made her way down the stairs and through the labyrinth of halls and rooms.

She was headed to the Headmaster's room when a male voice called out her name. "Sammy S? Is that you?"

Not many people called her Sammy, and very fewer people called her Sammy with a slight English accent. Samantha's face brightened up and her smile grew large. "Jack Rosen! No way! How are you?" Samantha tried not to act too excited, but Jack was "one of the older kids" from when she was a student at the academy. Samantha was even surprised he knew her name, they never really talked outside of class, or had any real connections.

"I'm doing well actually, just getting ready to see Old Seamus" said Jack. He too was smiling like a fool. It was nice to see someone he knew, but wow did she look different he thought. Samantha wasn't always the beautiful woman she is today, in fact she did not really become so great looking until her late teen years.

"Well you look great," she said, eyeing him from head to toe.

"Thanks, so do you, like wow," Jack said in a small laugh.

"Well thanks, shall we head in?" Samantha then knocked lightly on the door and opened it. "Hello Seamus" said both Jack and Samantha.

They both took a seat and started some small talk. They asked about their careers, homes, family, friends, powers, and the eclipse. But it seemed like Seamus had something to say, but was waiting for the other teachers to arrive.

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A bit of an impatient look at his watch, and it was made obvious to Seamus that he would need to commence this small meeting without the other teachers who were supposed to be here, but may or may not have forgotten. He would rely on those within the room to relay the rest of his message. "As you know, this year has been something of a rocky start, it must not have been pleasant having your powers awaken so suddenly...unlike us, the students attending the Academy have no honest perception of what they'll face, and how they'll need to train during the forthcoming months, I'll be acting as home teacher for a good amount of the students who'll be attending to familiarize myself with their problems. You simply do what you're best at as teachers, time will only tell why the Eclipse has returned. Anyways, we'll spend the day getting acquainted with the students, maybe give them a little bit of an assignment. You know the drill.." he took another sip from his coffee as the bell for first period rung. He gather the jacket behind him laying on the counter, bowed his head slightly to make it known that he was off and took to room 2B of on the first floor. From there, he opened the door to his classroom watching as dust particles flowed around in the sunlight streaming through the shuttered windows. It had been a while since he had the grace of being inside this room, and he enjoyed the uniqueness of the wooden desks and floor, different from most of the rooms you'd find here, it almost had a Victorian feel to it, something that was wise and earthen. He set his coffee down on the empty top of the wooden desk, and laid his jacket next to it, then sat on top of the desk leaning. Perhaps he wanted his students to have more of a causal view of him, he wasn't sure, but he didn't have any desire to sit in a chair just yet. The other teahcers could have stayed in the teacher's lounge, waitng for the next period to start, or whatever would consume their hour before the day really got started. At the very least, Seamus would be a familliar face to the students now looking to journey towards his class.




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"Bout that time to go, huh?"

Hearing the bell go off, Zhayne rose form his seat with his tray, as Rae let her cold oatmeal slip off her spoon and back into the plastic plate below. The meal was visited with silence, apparently, Rae wasn't one to talk, and Zhayne didn't really mind but it would have been nice to have someone to converse with seeing as how the cafe was slowly filling with more and more tables, they were the only ones alone. Zhayne out a hand through the long locks of his hair and made his way to the trash bin to throw away the uneaten food, he wasn't attuned to the normal breakfast served here. He let his bookbag sling over his shoulder, and anticipated Rae being not too close behind. Maybe they had the same class, he wouldn't bother asking if that was the case as other students followed right out of the exit to the cafeteria, therefore it was difficult to see if she was still following or not. He took the now crumpled scedule out of his pocket, and spotted the first room he needed to make his way to. "2b....on the first floor" he repeated to himself, and before long after making sure he was down the right hallway, he was the first at the door to the class, and went ahead and twisted the dorrknob and let himself in. When he looked forward he paused for a moment, not realizing that the teacher was already there. He duly took note of his presence. "Sit wherever you like, class starts when everyone gets here." Zhayne nodded, and then sat at the nearest available chair, letting his feet slide lazily under the desk and tapped his fingers on the wooden frame. "What a way to start hm?' he thought to himself.




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Zhayne was a little disarming, not in the physical way or anything, or in an attractive way. She just couldn't find the words to say to them, it was peculiar, you could almost say the way she ate while Zhyane was next to her, was almost in a bashful manner. It didn't matter anyway, she didn't normally feel this way around anyone else, but it finally felt nice to have a different reaction to someone else. She took her food with her and pretty much repeated Zhayne's actions as far as throwing away her food, once out of the cafe, she decided to take a walk around, and actually get a little acquainted with the surrounding of the Academy, which was nothing sort of spectacular considering it's structure of a castle. Not many places could boast architecture like this, everything felt authentic, a little ghostly, eerie even, the presence of people walking around made it feel right, but even then the castle never really lost it's magic. Sooner or later, she found herslef lost in an unknown corridor, having already trailed the stairs, she took a detour from the second floor without realizing it, and landed back on the first. From then on, as she looked at her schedule she noted that she was close to the door of her homeroom, but going in wasn't at all on her priority list. Instead, she decided to wait outside the door for other students whoever had the jitters like she did.




!!Mr.Richardson is everyone's home room teacher, all students must head to his classroom!!