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Posy Llewellyn

Our fears are more numerous than our dangers, and we suffer more in our imagination than in reality

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a character in “Radioactive: The List”, as played by RubyBlue

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Name: Posy Fae Llewellyn
Nickname: None that I'm aware of. Name is already pretty short. Po maybe?
Age: 17

Power: Fear Manipulation - I have the ability to see a person's' fears and amplify or change them to my liking. I compare gathering fears to fishing. Throwing out little lines here and there and picking up what people are sending out. It's really pretty easy and a lot of the time I see their fears without even trying. People are constantly projecting the things they fear onto other people and the world in general. Gotta say it was pretty scary growing up. All of a sudden being overwhelmed by someone elses' anxiety and fear. I mean I've seen it all. Dead grandmothers, zombies, a void of nothingness a few times. Nothing is taboo or too terrible apparently. All it takes is a little concentration and some imagination and I could make your life a waking nightmare. For now I'm only able to project images of your fear, slightly tweaking them here or there. I think with enough time I won't need to draw fear from other people I'll be able to generate these things on my own. God knows I've seen enough to replicate nearly anything.

I can only manipulate the fears of those in my direct vicinity. No more than 20 feet or so probably and I'm able, depending on how stressed or well rested I am, to keep the manipulations going anywhere from 5 minutes to 5 hours maximum. The more people I'm manipulating at a time the more likely the whole illusion will fall in on itself. Not to mention the more people there are the shorter the duration. So I keep it at a minimum usually. Not that I tend to go around freaking people out all the time. They might say i'm evil but I'm not a dick.

Sexuality: Straight

Which Side?: Evil. With a power like fear manipulation it wasn't too surprising. i don't think anyone was truly surprised when the lists came out, deny it as they might. it doesn't change who I am or how I live my life. I've always known who I am and a label is never going to change that.

Likes:
+ Pink
+ Paco the Cat
+ Thrift Stores
+ Writing music
+ Samurai movies
+ Dancing when no one is looking, stopping when someone turns around and waiting for them to look away to start dancing again.
+ The thrill of the chase if you catch my drift.
+ My drum kit

Dislikes:
+ Dying my roots
+ Romantic Comedies
+ Being Rejected
+ Pretentious Assholes
+ People who think too highly themselves
+ Waking up early
+ Counseling Sessions

Fears:
+ Waking up one day and being a normal person. I've gotten use to being different, can't go back now.
+ Being put on the spot. I'm a terrible liar so if you're trying to be covert you probably shouldn't tell me. I crumble under pressure.
+ Growing up and drifting around. Never settling or finding out what makes me a happy and fulfilled person.
+ That maybe once I graduate I won't have a home to go back to. Maybe my family is done with me for good...

Personality:
So most people would probably call me an outsider. I don't go out of my way to be sweet or charming. I call things as I see them which I suppose is probably a turn off for some people and honestly I really don't care. I'm not rude, just kind of stoney and oblivious and I've never seen anything wrong with saying what you mean. I like having a good time, I've got a few friends who get me and don't care that I might dress weird and I might be wearing week old makeup. Life is way too short man, and we only live once. My sense of humor is kinda strange and awkward. i often find myself to be the only one laughing at something...a lot. Yet like I've said before I could really give a fuck what anyone might think of me.

History:
So I grew up in a pretty average home. I have an older brother and my parents are reformed deadheads who went suburbanite. Don't get me wrong my mom still likes to wear hemp and my house smells like patchouli more often than not, but now we had insurance and my dad wore a tie. My parents pretty much let us run wild figuring what harm could come to us if we were together and stayed in the neighborhood. We were being parented by free spirits who didn't mind if we ran around barefoot or wanted to eat on the floor like dogs or cats. They're probably the reason I feel so free to express myself and to tell people what I think. Without any hesitation.

When I was around seven years old I started having night terrors, at least that's what my doctor called them. Even though they didn't happen at night and I wasn't asleep. Then they thought perhaps a form of epilepsy, a brain tumor, maybe some mental illness that was causing me to see the most graphic, heartbreaking, soul-crushing things. Ask me sometime and I'll share. This was a heavy trip for a kid, I had no idea what was happening or why. My whole life had turned into some neverending nightmare then there was the fact that apparently it was spreading.

When I would have an "episode" I was still awake and aware of what was going on, there was just something horrific on top of my reality. A layer of terror I suppose. I guess as I was getting older I was getting stronger, I didn't know it then but I was beginning to effect the people around me. Namely my family. I was subconsciously drawing out their fears and making all of us live through them.

They love me, they really do. I can't blame them for sending me here. I was making their lives a living hell. My parents knew I needed more help than they could give me and so they found this place and sent me here. I've gained pretty good control over my ability although I think there's a lot more potential in it than most people see.

Theme Song: http://youtu.be/w3fZP7QC4PE (The kills - U.R.A Fever)
Anything else: If you might wonder what Posy sounds like when she's singing reference the above link and if you want to see her in action http://youtu.be/2cGlUP8in6Q

So begins...

Posy Llewellyn's Story

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Posy had been awake for hours, her sleep schedule was so screwed up that there was no hope of ever getting it back to normal. The pink hued haired girl figured she’d be in for a lot of sleeping in class and foresaw herself being assigned seating in the front of all of her classes. Every girl’s nightmare. With her long arms wrapped around her thin legs she sat at her small desk and lazily doodled on the notepad in front of her, paying no mind to her roommate. The two did their best not to infringe on each other’s space or privacy and so far, so good.

Posy didn’t want to admit it to anyone but she was actually nervous. Her powers had been growing ever substantial especially as she got older and this summer had been no different. There had been the terrifying experience at the mall, and the movie theatre and at her family reunion. Grumbling slightly at the memory of her entire extended family running from their projected fears, Posy rested her head on her knees and closed her eyes.

It didn’t help that she was repeating her third year and would confirm everyone’s suspicions that yes, indeed she was an idiot who would never graduate. Finally getting to her feet she grabbed her clothes and haphazardly began to dress herself. Posy’s sense of style was at best hard to get and at its worst completely atrocious. This morning she adorned herself in heavy, black boots, acid wash jeans, a pink netted top which she covered with a blue, silk kimono. Running her slender hands through her messy platinum and pink hair she grimaced at herself in the mirror and grabbed her bag before heading out the door.

Making her way to the caf she trudged into line and was rewarded with eggs, cereal and an apple. Taking a moment to cast a look around the room, she noticed a few newcomers and the prerequisite familiar faces before she decided on an empty table. Haphazardly tossing her tray down she plopped into one of the plastic chairs and propped her feet up on the table before grabbing her apple and taking a huge bite out of it.

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My Way-Frank Sinatra

"We volunteer!" Jessie groaned as Aiden grabbed her hand and raised it to the roof, pulling her to his shoulder as he volunteered them both to help out. She blushed as he talked loudly and everyone started to stare. "Aiden! What are you doing!?" She hissed through her teeth, remembering why she so often hated over confident people. Jessie was staring at him, trying to get him to sit down but he wouldn't. "We can meet people and talk while we're at it. Plus with our powers we can get our shares done in no time. C'mon, I bet you always wanted to try that Disney trick where you get a bunch of woodland animals to do stuff for you. I'll even sing along!" She groaned as he jumped onto the table, somehow managing not to stand in their breakfast. He then started singing My Way and now everyone really was staring.

She groaned, and prevented herself from face planting into the pancakes, but at least she wouldn't stick out as much as Aiden was right now. She sighed as she felt obliged to answer. "Been there done that, and who said I would volunteer? I am going to, but you should ask first." She looked at Ariana and awkwardly smiled apologetically, before looking up at Aiden again. She saw that he wouldn't get down until she sang the next lyrics. She sighed, took a deep breath, and sang out in a crystal clear voice. "To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows and did it my way! Yes, it was my way" Her voice was clear, and she thought it wasn't very good, but it really was quite stunning. She held the last note for a bar and let it go, falling silent. The whole cafeteria had been silent as Aiden sang, and because she was the only one making noise, it was just her and Aiden singing, and she blushed even more.

"You done now Aiden?Now get down!" She hissed the last sentence quietly, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself. "Anyway, I'm organised for the Masquerade, you don't need to get me anything." Jessie grabbed his hand and yanked it ever so slightly. She just hoped Aiden didn't do something else to embarrass her.

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Kids, Eric thought as he interjected a flaring conversation between Ariana and Aiden. Introducing himself was simple enough and Eric found himself invited to breakfast a second time. "So Aiden. I heard it's your treat." Eric smirked patting an arm around him and leading him on. Saved you, Eric briefly glanced back at Ariana.

Reaching the cafeteria Aiden took a moment to absorb the surroundings, "Actually, do we pay for these? Or are they complimentary?" He asked looking confused. In all earnest the meals were free, a courtesy of residence but Eric could tell Aiden hadn't clocked it until he'd scanned the room for a cash register. "I'll find some way this is on me, just you wait. I- Hey, is that the breakfast table?" The boy lost sight of his charming plans, "I'll just be a minute," and like a flash he was gone.

Taking a momentary respite Eric exited the main hall into the kitchen, I honestly can't remember when I last ventured in here at this hour. Eric thought having often visited during the less social hours. He saw many kitchen staff, most of whom paid him no heed and just carried on with business. One grossly large woman however stopped and glared from over the other side of the room, making her way towards Eric as he indulged himself with a tangerine. "Picky things these," he gestured to the fruit, "It's been...?"
"For yeahs! Four yeahs an' yoo de nerve tu descend unto MY kitchen all "seen yoo yesteday." uhuh no Caydon professor sir." The chef angrily bellowed pushing at Eric.
"Is this about those letters piled in my in-tray?" Eric questioned whilst failing to hold ground. His question seemed to rile the chef more and he found himself on the other side of the double doors sooner than he'd anticipated. "So now is the wrong time to discuss that raise?" He retorted to the door and smirked, I hate paperwork.

He found a lot of commotion upon his reentry into the cafeteria, Aiden was singing and... ... Jessie? Eric wasn't expecting a display from her. The peel dropped to floor and Eric finally tasted a tangy slice, noticing Ariana had rejoined Aiden and Jessie. "Feet down Posy," Eric dismissively said pushing her feet off the table with an arm as he passed, "... At least socially," Eric muttered ambivalently and sticking another slice of orange in his mouth.

Observing the caf, Eric saw Anastacia and Damon talking, whilst Cheveyo contended himself with breakfast; Scarlett, Nicholas, Kenzie and Emilia sitting on lone tables; Gabriel and Nina both similarly alone at the cafeteria's back; Koen and Elsie talking; Aiden, Jessie and Ariana now settling down; And a window revealed Alexander sitting outside finishing his tray. A lot other students we're scurrying to and from but Eric thought he'd sussed the gist of the morning, Go forth kids, meet and greet.

Walking to the back of the hall Eric shuffled his orange free hand into his back pocket removing a note. Gabriel looked up as he approached, "You're right. I did owe you $20," Eric spoke relinquishing the note onto the table. "I forgot which game we had stakes on; or maybe I'm a deluded loser..." He shrugged, "You were holding back the first game weren't you? And I fell for it, like a sucker." Eric tsked at Gabe, noticing a concealed smile. "And you're meant to be the angel?" Shaking his head. Before Gabriel had a moment to swallow his food and deny such jovial slander Eric turned away, "You eat, you're beat." He chuckled, "Enjoy your winnings, for now."

Another slice entered Eric's mouth as he swept across the cafeteria to the front. Another of these, Eric picked up another orange beginning to pick at it's skin as he walked towards Ariana. Act cool. Smile. He told himself rubbing the back of his neck. Note to self: Figure out last night.

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Divinia Castiglione

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“I'm awake, Lana! See you at breakfast!”

Divinia slid a pressed rose between the pages of her slightly aged book, marking her place as she offered a sigh before sliding out her phone and tapping the letters on the screen. Wén Xīn Diāo Lóng is quite an amazing read; I can't believe I've only just found out about it. Thanks again for getting me an untranslated copy. She sent her text off to the Headmaster and her future employer before smoothing out her skirt and standing to confront her vanity. She puckered her lips to apply ruby red lipstick, topping it off with a light layer of peach scented gloss.

She grabbed her binder and slipped the book inside, grabbing her leather journal and gently placing it inside her purse before heading out. She had been up for the past few hours studying theology in deeper thought than usual, taking heavy notes. She closed and locked the double doors behind her; Divinia didn't exercise her true powers often, but after deciding to remain at Maldoy and become the first Professor of Philosophy, she decided that she no longer wanted a roommate and had created her own reality within her room. Her room was her own little world that catered to her every desire and defied the laws of physics.

She shouldered her purse and was on her way, contemplating what she would have for breakfast when she paused and heard the last few notes of "Call Me" by Blondie. She smiled contently and shook her head as she made her way through the halls and down the steps towards the academy cafeteria; Apparently Kaelana was trying to wake the entire school. Divinia was fond of the rambunctious Amazon, trying her best to be alongside Cheveyo as the voice of reason when Kaelana and Arturo were up to their shenanigans. But she couldn't deny that it was often fun and refreshing to walk on the wild side with them every now and again.

She entered the cafeteria and headed right for the line where she grabbed a tray and served herself with a bowl of blueberry oatmeal, an orange, a carton of soy milk, and a banana nut muffin. Content with her choices, she was off to the table in the center of the cafeteria, the usual spot for Titans. She looked around at all those present, a tad surprised not to see her friend and intellectual equal, Jason Blake. He was usually among the first to breakfast. Shrugging, she grabbed her muffin and bit into it with her gaze curiously fixed on a girl sitting in a window alone.




OOC; Cheveyo and Arturo will be up soon. Philanie is open for interaction.

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Character Portrait: Elsie Striker Character Portrait: Koen Green Character Portrait: Anastacia Delgado-Leon Character Portrait: Emilia James Character Portrait: Nicholas Warde Character Portrait: Ariana McQuillen Character Portrait: Damon Carter Character Portrait: Jason Martin Blake Character Portrait: Eridanus Rival Issac Caydon Character Portrait: Posy Llewellyn Character Portrait: Donovan Matthews Character Portrait: Scarlett Daniels Character Portrait: Samantha Holt Character Portrait: Cheveyo Qaeltaqa Character Portrait: Aiden Dyre Character Portrait: Alexander Ramirez Character Portrait: Kaelana Mãe Natureza Character Portrait: Arturo Castiglione Character Portrait: Divinia Castiglione

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Donovan MatthewsDonovan shot out of bed as his alarm went off for the third time. ”Kae’s gonna kill me.” He repeated as he got dressed. He split on his vintage spider man tee, his slightly baggy skinny jeans - an oxymoron really but did he care? Nope.-, A red plaid shirt top his tee, his high top converses and his favorite green beanie. He very much liked the way he looked in hats. Some people had shoes, he had hats. He grabbed his backpack up quickly. He had a lot of studying to do but he’ll cram all that in later, the last thing he wanted to do was piss of Kae, she was hot and her temperament was just as fiery. Just as he was about to run out the door, his wrist watch alarm went off. ”Damn it all to hell.” He groaned and went back into his room. He set down his backpack, opened it and pulled out a black case. He unzipped it and pulled out the glucose meter.He pricked his finger, without so much as a breath, and pressed the meter to his bleeding finger. Once the blood was being read, He sucked the small hole in his finger and waited. After a moment. He got his results as sighed. 13.7. Not good. He put the meter away and grabbed the insulin pen. He rolled up his pant leg and stuck the needle into his thigh and pressed the plunger. He waited a moment, shook his leg to get the blood flowing and then proceeded to pack up his stuff and slung his backpack over his shoulder making a beeline toward the Titan of Tunes. I ran down the seemingly endless corridors and heard Kae’s powerful voice. He stopped, slid and stumbling into a wall before straightening himself and walking in casually, just as she finished with talking with a few others. ”What up!” He said and smiled at the group. ”What I miss?”



OOC: Randi is coming soon