Description

"Motherfuckers ain't been around me long enough to judge."

NAME:
Zhayne (Jah-ne) Spencer

AGE:
18

GENDER:
Male

SEXUALITY:
"Bisexual, though I might have more of a preference towards men, sorry girls..."

HEIGHT:
5'11

WEIGHT:
143lbs

DATE OF BIRTH|ZODIAC
April 21st 1995||Taurus (on the cusp)

LIKES:
✔Any type of music (especially Alt. Rock)||Singing (his talent)||Animals
✔ Strange/foreign cuisine||Fried Gator ||Pranks
✔Accents of any kind||Honesty||Dark Humor
✔Competition||Jokes||Pearl Jam
✔ Sleeping||Documentaries||Chili
✔Swamps||Forests||Reptiles

DISLIKES:
✘Alcohol||Dentists||Anger
✘ Tomatoes||Liars
✘ Cold Weather||Bland Food
✘Stereotypes||Corporations
✘ Intolerance||Depression
✘Attention Whores||Generally Mean Spirited People

FAVORITE POWER:
"I love the fact that I can literally stab myself in the neck with enough force to kill, and I may or may not die, it's kinda of a thrill showing up to class with fake injuries, and having them heal. But the process stings like a bitch. Also, without that high pain tolerance I don't think these tattoos of mine would exist."

SKILLS:
Inventive
Singing
Gator Wrestling
He can cook up a mean meal
Surfing

PERSONALITY:
There's no doubt about it, Zhayne is a country boy, born in Louisianan, the very first thing anyone will notice is his speech is thick with a Cajun accent, one with a Southern dialect, that most will confuse with the likes of a Texan, it can even be reminiscent of a slight French accent, seeing as how his multicultural community forced him to learn French creole. Most people tend to think of Zhayne as a hard edged young man, but when you talk to him, you'll find that's a very down to earth, warm, and humorous person. He typically calls himself a grown ass child, and is almost always joking, or causing a stir between crowds, he can sometimes be obnoxious, and even a little insensitive sometimes. However, Zhayne is a rather down to earth, and savvy young man, who loves to offer advice when needed. He is the type of person upon which others would label 'a shoulder to cry on', when around close friends he is noted for being loyal, and he always tended to his loved ones needs before his own. In a way, he gives off a rather brotherly vibe, and one distinct characteristic, is his hearty laugh which you can always hear around the corners of the Academy if you listen well enough. People find Zhayne alluring because of his positive attitudes, and some of his strange "Country Swamp" (as he would call it) mannerisms and attitudes. He responds very well to the needs of others, and is very empathetic and able to accept the feelings of others easily, but he has a certain sternness about his attitude sometimes when he feels his friends need to get into gear. He can be a great inspiration, and motivator, and goes to great lengths to assure that others are content, he can also be a little too generous for his own good. Unlike most Taurus', anger may come more quickly to him, yet not as ferocious, but a little fearsome in it's own right. He seems to had some kind of wise spirit within him, this is especially apparent in the music he writes and creates, as well as his philosophy on life. All in all, Zhayne is a positive, conversational, and active person who loves all and loves equally, as long as you're open to anything, he is too.

MISCELLANEOUS:
An example of what his singing voice sounds like:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtzKqHrMuEo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Nd13Ob9Bgc

So begins...

Zhayne Spencer's Story

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Character Portrait: Seamus Marks Richardson

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#2013-10-19 05:09:17, as written by Stark Contrast

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.

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.

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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#2013-10-31 18:11:39, as written by Stark Contrast

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.

"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.

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!!

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Zhayne Spencer

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

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