Fisher Bray
Jun 22, 2013 21:09:13 GMT -5
Post by Fisher Bray on Jun 22, 2013 21:09:13 GMT -5
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The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Fisher Bray
Nickname: Fishy, Fish Sticks, Bray Bray
Age: Fifteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Phasing
Play By:Christian Beadles
Let it F L O W . . .
Fisher had lost his memory. All he could remember was that he was a meta and that he hit his head on a rock. After seeing Hammel's nurse, he decided to see the local fortune teller. Fisher was told that she had retrokinesis. He was nervous. Fortune Tellers were supposed be creepy old ladies with bony structures and an odd sense of fashion. Fisher couldn't entirely be the judge of that considering he had never seen a fortune teller and he didn't remember what the fashion was. As far as he knew, his long brown hair, Vineyard Vines clothing and Sperrys could be so last month. Fisher wouldn't really care one way or another since when it came to clothing, he was more of a follower and wasn't one to start trends. When he entered the building, he wad met with a surprise. The waiting room could pass as one for a doctor's office. It was well lit and had modern looking furniture. Fisher even noticed a pile of magazines sitting on the coffee table. He approached the bored looking college girl sitting at the front desk. Fisher told her that he was here to see Madame Russo. The receptionist gestured for him to sit down. While he waited, he tried to remember some things. Fisher noticed that he had long, muscular legs and pretty big feet. He estimated he was a good five foot and seven inches and weighed 110 pounds. Fisher felt his abdomen and noticed a six pack coming along. Whatever sport he had played, he was good at it. Fisher was admiring his golden tan when his name was called.
Fisher got up and walked through the door into the fortune teller's office. Once he entered, he felt a little dizzy.
"Oh." The fortune teller said. She was a normal looking woman dressed in a pant suit with a clipboard in hand. This was the second time that this place had surprised him.
"I guess you're a phaser then." The woman continued. Fisher hadn't noticed that he walked right through the door. At least it had explained him feeling light-headed. Fisher sat down in a leather chaise lounge. He lied back and told the woman he was ready to start. She put her hand on his forehead and started talking
"Your name is Fisher Bray. You are fifteen years of age and a phaser. Your dads are named Romano and Brian. They were both metas and first met at Hammel. You were born on March 15th, 1998. You have a sister named Tara that goes to UVM. "
Fisher took it in well as the information started to come back to him.
"Growing up, you were teased for having gay parents. It never really bothered you because your friends would stand up to you. In school, you were really popular. You called yourself definition popular since you made friends with everyone. You were even kind towards your enemies. Academically, you were average. You had a mix of As and Bs. You parents didn't mind as long as you didn't fail any courses. The story of how you discovered your power is quite boring. Basically, Tara locked you in your room and you just walked through the door. Your fathers called Hammel and you were whisked away a few days later. One of your fondest memories was when you realized you were bisexual. You were at a party and everyone was playing spin the bottle. You kissed some girls and was having a blast. Suddenly, the bottle pointed to you and a guy named Harlan. You went with the rules and gave him a kiss. It wasn't what you thought it would be. It was magical. Later that evening, you complimented him on his kissing skills. You flirted a little and before you knew it, you guys were making out in the bathroom. You and Harlan were a couple for a year before you went to Hammel."
This surprised Fisher. He wasn't expecting it but he accepted the truth. So what if he was bisexual, that just meant more opportunities for romance. It made his goal of losing his virginity twice as easy. "What am I like now a days?" Fisher asked. He was craving more information. The woman sighed and continued to speak.
"You're good kid. You're charismatic, flirty, easily excited, athletic, and have a good sense of humor. But you do have some faults. You can get quite competitive. Also, while dating someone, you tend to get a little clingy. Most of the time it isn't too bad, but it can be irritating on occasion. You are scared of bats and being buried alive. Let's see… well things your good at include flirting, making friends, and sports. Your part of the football team. In your spare time you like being outside and chilling with friends. You also love parties and are usually the heart of it. On the other hand, there are plenty of things you don't enjoy. You dislike hobos, museums, homophobes, bullying, and dinner parties. You don't excel in activities such as singing, cleaning, and remembering due dates. That's about all I can get at the moment. You probably want this." She handed Fisher a mirror. He had long chocolate hair and big, blue-grey eyes. He noticed he had his ears stretched and was wearing plugs that looked like Pokéballs.
"So how much will this cost?" Fisher asked reaching for the wallet he assumed he kept in his pocket.
"Free of charge. There's a sale for memory loss patients." The woman smiled. Fisher walked out of the office and back into the waiting room; this time he walked through the open door.
"Oh yeah. You have a five page essay due tomorrow." The fortune teller called after him.
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Sarah
Age: Early teens
RP Experience: A monthish. Has it really been that long since I first started?
How did you find us?: Caution 2.0
Show your S K I L L S . . .
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