Name: Bryan James Cole

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Appearance: messy brown hair (he'll get a haircut for school), dark hazel eyes, pretty tan. Above average height. Tries to break the uniform code as often as possible.

Personality: easygoing, got a big friend froup of jokesters, but gets unsweringly serious under stress. Usually he just likes talking to people, climbing the school to set off fireworks, and going to dances with buddies, all dressed as Star Wars characters. This classifies him as an undoubted extrovert, but he's okay with alone time, if not for more than half an hour. He's also got an inner appreciation of beauty, what might have become an artist's feelings if he had ever taken a break from soccer, parties, and school. He's kind, tries to talk to anyone who looks like they're having a bad day, supportive, and upbeat. He's kinda an unrealizing leader and peacemaker, honestly never put much thought into how he can speak for everyone because he tries to understand everyone

Gift: he can turn into mental music any idea. So somebody asks for 'beach', or 'my sneakers' or 'asparagus' or 'freedom' and he somehow can combine that somebody's feelings or thoughts on that idea and give them a feeling of a sound (a song that only they can hear) that perfectly fits their idea. It's different for each person. He also can't sense the person's feelings or thoughts he only can hear the song that comes from it. He considers it a very confusing and kinda useless power.

Background: both parents are normal, but his younger sister (not old enough for RGAZ) can glow and his grandpa got super strength in one arm. His reaction to being accepted at the academy (he applied for a joke) was "Of course I'll be a hero, what kind of a dum question is that." But that's just the immediate reaction, the seemingly only option. He's never actually thought about it. He also has no idea how he's going to help, he consider his power pretty boring. He's never even played an instrument, and he's stuck with imaginary music? His grandpa got the better deal. 

Other:  uh... nope

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Name: Troy Branwnn

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Appearance: Messy red hair, bandage on his cheek, Green eyes that sparkle with mischief, tall, slightly muscular, tanned.

Personality: Mischievious, brave, confident, good judge of character, generous, kind, daring, loyal, creative, artistic, agile, determined, self-reliant, talkative, optimistic, too curious for his own good, generally takes risks, quite ambitious, very talented liar(Pathological liar), he is fiercely loyal, often observant, and recklessly impulsive.

Gift (Nothing OP or cliche please. The cleverer the better): Chan dissapear into shadows and reappear in another area but only if there are shadows around and he can talk to shadows. not interact with them, just talk.

Background: Was a normal kid untill he got his gift then he was treated like a god by his family and his siblings became resentful because no one else in his family got a gift.

Other: Ships with both genders and not all is what it seems...

Moriel says "nnhe" whats so funny? *hears muffled screams from mors room* You didn't *Moriel smiles evily as I open the door to see Noxbeing tickled to death by owen* MY CHILD *kicks owen away nad runs off with Nox*

Name: Alynah Wilson

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Appearance: Milk chocolate colored hair that falls in sort waves down to the bottoms of her shoulder blades, caucasian, almost translucent golden eyes with hints of blue and white, that seem to almost shift like water (like Reed's, they mysteriously appeared with her gift), fairly average height. Almost always has this concentrating, or listening look on her face.

Personality: Stronng sense of right and wrong, sometimes overthinks things, creative but practical, very understanding and surprisingly in-tune with some of the bigger forces at work, which can make her absent-minded with smaller things, hates exsessive amounts of small talk and people or things who think they're above everyone else, usually has good ideas but isn't always brave enough to use them. She has a scar on the left side of her face, that goes right over her jawbone, which she tries to cover up with makeup and the like.

Gift (Nothing OP or cliche please. The cleverer the better): She can tap into the world around her. This means that she knows all languages, even those of animals, and that she can harvest energy from around her. I'll explain the latter, because it might be confusing. So she can take energy from things around her, like if something was moving, she could take that energy, and the thing would stop moving and then she could use it to give herself a speed boost or warm something up. She can do this for any kind of energy: mechanical (motion), electrical, chemical, thermal (heat), electromagnetic (light), and nuclear (so she could use a lightnight bolt to zap someone, etc.) She can't harvest energy created from other people's gifts, and she can move energy from its original place before using it, but the farther away she takes it, the more strain it puts on her, and it is VERY HARD. If this seems OP, keep in mind that she can't use anything that wasn't already there.

Background: Neither of her parents were gifted, and her older sister ran away to use her powers for evil, so her parents hated all people with gifts, and, by defenition, her. Their behavior got more and more abusive(this is where she got her scar from), so when RGAZ found her, and offered her a spot, they enrolled her merely to get rid of her. This is not saying she doesn't like RGAZ, she is exited to be here and away from home.

Other: She can be shipped with anybody.

@Darkking

do you want to ship our charries? 

Name: Izzie Glow

Gender: Female

Age: 13

Appearance: long, frizzy, curly golden-brown hair. She has freckles and green eyes and always is grinning. She also has purple glasses. 

Perssonality: She's an ENFP Myer's Brigg personality type. She's slightly bubbled headed and finds it hard to concentrate

Gift: Telekanieses, teleportation, and creating/useing electricaty. She can only these powers when she's well rested and consentrates hard enough. The more she uses them the easier and stonger they are. She can only teleport to a place she's been before, but this leaves her drained and could even kill her.  

Background: When she got her powers her sister was bitterly disapionted. One day her sister left the house and never returned. Izzie has no idea what happened to her. 

Other: She has synesthesia. When she hears music and noise colors appear infront of her eyes. She also plays the piano and has made quite a lot of songs. 

If there's still room, I'd love to do this!

Name: Eliot Anderson

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Appearence: He has messy blond hair, which is shorter on the sides, and is usually swept back. Average height, and built like a dancer. His grandmother is Japanese, but otherwise he is British (with the accent). He has warm, caramel coloured eyes, and rosy cheeks. He usually wears a blazer, and dresses very classy.

Personality: He is introverted and generally quiet. He is very loyal, but tends to be a leader instead of a follower. He cares about all living things, and tends to put others before himself. He is a more artistic person, and prefers the arts over other things.

Gift: He can make turn what he draws real. (Ex: if he drew a puppy he could make it come to life) He does have limitations: he can only use his power if he is happy (sort of like a patronus thing), and it takes a lot of energy.

Background: He discovered his powers when he was three. His parents really wanted another child, but his mom was now infertile. He drew a picture of a baby sister for his mom, and then he wished that it was real. His baby sister appeared, he passed out, and he learned to control his powers better. He is an artist too, and rarely uses his gift.

Other: Open to ships I suppose! Also, Thai is such a cool idea for an RP. I'm actually planning one that is similar funny enough. 

~<3 

This looks really cool. Would you take one more? 

STARTING NOW!

Ok, aside from people who already reserved/started their characters, I think the RP is gonna be closed to new characters as of right now. For those of you with unfinished characters, please finish them as soon as possible so you can join in!

Reed~

June 11th- The day of RGAZ orientation. Seeing as we had all gone through extensive registration and verification processes to even get inside the academy grounds, I hoped this wouldn't take too long. With the whole new slue of super villains the gifting produced, I guess it made sense. But an on-site saliva test during registration? Really?

As I saw my mom drive out of the heavily secured parking lot, I sighed. It was 8 AM. On a summer day. I was off to a bad start.

Approaching the school gates, the slow trickle of nervous-looking first years grew into a crowd. I reached into my pocket and withdrew a tiny card- my new student ID. We all needed it to get in. Because of the amount of professional heroes acting as teachers in RGAZ, it made it a huge target for super-villainy. Consequently, it was run by huge security buffs.

As I neared the gate, a security officer waved me through. I walked through the gate, looking back to hear the ding of a green light, saying my ID was good to go. But not even a second after, I was quickly swept away by the wave of first years heading into what looked like a main auditorium.

Entering the building, we saw it was massive. Pristine marble and mahogany plated the walls, and classy yet new age crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The blast of cool air conditioning was a relief, but the whole atmosphere made me ancy, like I was breaking into a rich person's house. On the enourmous stage, we saw a single man standing at a podium. He occasionally leaned in and offered a brief "Welcome" or "Come right in, take your seats". I did as I was told, glancing behind me to see that the stream of students had thinned, it looked like almost everyone was in or getting in their seats.

As the murmur of the audience died down, the man took his cue to start his speech.

"Welcome, first years! It looks like RGAZ has gotten one promising looking class this year!"

The man had messy periwinkle hair paired with a periwinkle stubble, as well as a blinding white smile. He wore an expensive looking blue satin suit, along with round-framed, black tinted glasses. I recognized him, of course, as the vice principal of RGAZ. Dimitrij Levitski, AKA Black Glacier, professional hero. He posessed the uncanny gift giving him the ability to shoot uncontrollable beams of ice from his eyes.

"I can tell that you all have a burning passion for heroism, as well as a great interest for RGAZ. You are practically on your way to becoming a professional hero like me, or anyone else from the wonderful staff here at RGAZ. However, before I commence the annual first-year orientation here at RGAZ, confirming you all in our first year class, I have one thing left to do." 

Mr. Levitski reached down and did something under his podium. The entire auditorium started to shift and rumble, like it was moving on a giant set of rails. Nervous murmurs arose fom the students, and many started to frantically look around. All doors had been shuttered, and security stood at every possible exit.

"Please, do not be alarmed, students. This is all part of orientation. In fact, those of you who read Article 4, Section 14 of the terms of enrollment would know what was happening already." Mr. Levitski grinned. "That's right folks, you all signed up for this. And whether you're ready or not will soon be tested."

The walls of the auditorium started to smoke and slowly retract away, revealing what looked like a giant stadium in the primary courtyard of the academy. The stadium filled with morning light, revealing dueling courts, climbing walls, training dummies, punching machines, a 10 lane track, drones with big red targets attached and a hedge maze, as well as dozens of other testing (or training) equipment that I couldn't even get a chance to look at. The students errupted in discord and shock at the sudden twist to the initially normal orientation.

"Welcome to orientation, first years," Dimitrij bellowed over the crowd. "This is your practical entrace exam!"