Gryphon Matsuoka
Dec 25, 2013 9:12:51 GMT -5
Post by Gryphon Matsuoka on Dec 25, 2013 9:12:51 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Gryphon Bastien Matsuoka
Nickname: Gryph, Gryphy, Dimples
Age: Nineteen (as of 2015)
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Winged Flight/Animal Communication (Birds)
Gryphon has a pair of large eagle wings that allow him to fly. He can fly from standing, running or jumping from height, the last technique being the most effective for height and speed, without as much strain on his wings. From both standing and running, Gryphon would need a lot of energy or adrenaline, otherwise he would not build up enough power to lift himself off the ground. He only takes off from standing in an emergency or any situation where the other possibilities are completely impossible to do. He is able to retract his wings out of the way at will, but leaving them folded up for too long causes them to cramp and give him considerable discomfort. Prolonged journeys of flight can cause him back pain and headaches from the air pressure, if he goes too high. His wings tend to open out when his emotions run high (e.g. if he was angry, ecstatic). For his body to be light enough to be lifted up, he has sadly been diagnosed with early on-set osterporosis, so his bones are considerably smaller than the average human's, making them frail and more likely to damage, so he has to be particularly careful, because one bad fall could cause a broken bone.
He has been able to communicate with all the birds he has come into contact with ever since his wings grew (mostly domestic, with one or two exotic birds from the zoo). The more time he spends with his feathered friends, the more bird-like he becomes. He'll keep his wings out more often, and will become excessively paranoid and jumpy, taking flight if any threat comes his way (which can pull the muscles in and around his wings).
Play By: Leeteuk (Park Jeong-su)Let it F L O W . . .A rough leather bound diary, plain and simple. It is obviously old and visibly worn from age and the wear and tear of being near a family. On the inside cover is the message:"No matter who you turn out to be, remember that I'll always love you.
P.M.A x"
The diary is written in with messy handwriting and misspellings throughout, which improve as time goes by.October 26th, 2005I don't even know why I'm doing this. It's weird, writing down about yourself. I don't even know who 'P.M.A' is, but hopefully, they don't mind me writing here.
I'm Gryph. I don't like writing in here, but my nanny, Fiona, really wants me to write more. She said it would make me smarter, but I don't need to be smart to be a astronaut.January 1st, 2006Fi found you. It's stupid, I just wanted to see how far you could fly!
Since it's new year's day, she wanted me to make it a New Year's resolution to write in my diary everyday. I like Fiona, but she needs to stop worrying about me so much, I'm grown up enough to take care of myself! I bet I could, if you wanted me to!
If resolutions work like birthday wishes, then it would be too late to change mine anyway. I already wished that my Dad would be there, but nothing changed.
Stupid magic, why does it never work for me!!March 5th, 2006I'm really bored, so Fi bought me you and some other books. I don't wanna read, though, I wanna play games and stuff! I'm stuck in a hospital bed because my arm broke in 4 places, and I have to have surgery. I hate this, my stupid oysterpourosiz or whatever it is. This is the second time I've broken my arm, I was falling over, so I put my hand out to stop me and, apparently, it snapped like a twig. So stupid.
I just wanna go home and play some video games.April 17th, 2006I can't be bothered to write in here all the time, but it's my birthday today! I got cars and rockets and a yoyo! And that was from Fiona! Dad got me some pretty rubbish presents, just a book about the Earth and some socks. His Dorothy person didn't get me anything. She acted all innocent and sorry, but I know she hates me, because I hate her too. Stupid lady. She keeps trying to teach me her language, but I don't wanna know French! I know English and Korean already, I don't care about French.
I got in trouble at school, I was just telling Phoenix and Thomas, two of my friends, about my dad shouting at his phone and how silly he sounded and my teacher got really mad at me, because I said a bad word. I don't even know what 'fucking' means, so its not my fault. I had to miss lunch, and they called Fiona in. She was really upset, I could tell, but she was really nice to me anyway.
Tom was here earlier. We watched TV and played with my new stuff, but then he had to go home. It's not fair, I wish he could've stayed. I get lonely by myself. I've asked Phen loads of times but he says he can't, which is just poop. I know that Fiona's here, but she's sooooooo boring sometimes. My friends are lucky, most of them have brothers and sisters. They say they hate them, but I really want one!!!
My arm's still in a cast, but it's gonna come off tomorrow. I'll get to play Tennis again, I'm so happy!
"It is... Saturday the 28th of March, 2009, I am currently approaching the Matsuoka household, which houses a Mr. Meong Syung Matsuoka, unpowered, a Mrs. Dorothée Nadine Matsuoka, nee Roux, a Shapeshifter, a Miss. Fiona Atkinson, an Empathetic and a Mr. Gryphon Bastien Matsuoka, a 13-year-old boy with possible meta-abilities. Further details to be noted after the interview."
The doorbell of that large Seattle home rang, in the early afternoon. Everyone had just finished eating lunch, and was relaxing after the meal. No one was expecting any visitors... Fiona approached the door and opened it cautiously, unsure of what to expect. She was met with a man in a suit and tie.
"Good afternoon. I was wondering there was a... Mr. Gryphon Bastien Matsuoka here?"
Fiona nodded, fully aware of the situation ahead. She'd seen Gryphon with his wings out when he was in his room. He had asked her if it was just a part of growing up and all she could do was nod and say it was. She also got called into the school because they were furious with his behavior; apparently, he kept acting like a bird, perching on his desk and jumping around. When asked to behave, he seemed to chirp at the teacher before being sent to the headteacher's office.
Meong never learned of these things, and if he did, he was usually indifferent, so he was clueless to the situation. He had also never developed a meta-power himself, so he didn't understand the process behind it. He just remembered some of his friends randomly disappearing at a young age and nothing else. He muted the TV and stubbed his cigar (which made him feel more important, to smoke it), turning to face the stranger with confusion flooded oonto his face.
Dorothée suspected what the situation was about, she herself being a Meta, even though she had no idea what Gryphon's power might be. She said nothing and hardly reacted, except to turn her nose up at the visitor.
Gryph, who had been too busy playing with his cards and trying to ignore the gross conversation that had been going back and forth between his Dad and the she-devil to notice the tall man at first, caught his last words. His own name. "Me?"
The recruiter from Hammel turned at the sound of a younger voice. The boy who slowly strolled up to him seemed to fit the specification, "If your name is Gryphon Matsuoka, then yes," he turned to the woman who had opened the door for him, "Is there somewhere where Gryphon and myself can speak in private?"
?: So, just to clarify, you are Mr. Gryphon Bastien Matsuoka, correct?
GM: Yea, I am, but my friends call me Gryph. They also call me Dimples.
?: And do you know why I might be here?
GM: I don't. Who are you, anyways?
?: I'm a recruiter for the Hammel Institute in Pilot Ridge. The Hammel Institute is a school for students with meta powers, and they go to there to train and develop them. And that's also why I'm here, it's come to our attention that you have grown a pair of wings?
GM: ...um, yea, bu' Fi said that loads've boys my age grow wings? And that they'd go soon?
?: ...I'm afraid that that is not necessarily true. While there are other boys who grow wings around your age, they stay permanently, and not everyone grows them. In fact, you're very lucky to have done so. Can I see them?
GM: ...sure.
?: Thank you Gryphon. Have you tried using them?
GM: No, but I didn' see the point.
?: Of course you didn't. Now, I am a meta sensor, which means I know what other people's powers are. Can you do anything involving birds?
GM: Well... yeah. I was sittin' in my room with the window open an' a seagull came down an' sat itself there. He squawked a bit an' I could just... understan' what he was sayin'. Parts of it. An' I tried to talk back an' I could... kind of. I think I accidentally offended him or somethin', he tried peckin' my finger.
?: Right. Thank you very much. As of this moment, you are a student of the Hammel Institute. For clarification, you have the meta-abilites of winged flight and avian communication. I will inform your family of this. Congratulations, Mr. Matsuoka.April 1st, 2009I'm on the plane to Vermont right now, it's across the other side of America! This whole powers thing is... really strange. Like, some random guy appears out no-where and tells me I can do stuff? It's seems really fishy. But if it does turn out to be true, it'll be the best thing ever. It'll be like World of Warcraft, I'll be able to do things other people can't! Talking to animals, that's like magic, isn't it?
I'm so excited! I wonder if anyone I know is already there... I haven't exactly seen anyone else go, though. Tom's still at normal school, as far as I know, Lisa's still there as well, and Hannah, but I don't know about Phen. He kind of... drifted away at some point, I don't remember when, but slowly, he just stopped being around us. I wish he hadn't, he was my best friend! I miss him. Maybe he's gonna be there? I guess I can wish, but from what the 'recruiter' guy said, it was pretty lucky to have a power in the first place.
There are occasional, rambling posts after this, covering nothing in particular, mostly going over his nerves of going to Hammel and how he was settling in. The entries become more regular, usually at least once weekly. They begin to talk about friends, teachers, training and lessons. They continue like this until November the 11th, 2011November 11th, 2011School was boring today. Most of my lessons were with Kelly though, so it wasn't terrible but it could've been better. I spent most of today perfecting my paper aeroplane making skills and practicing card tricks on people.
I hung out with Nick a lot after lessons. We played video games, laughed about stuff, I can't remember specifics, and we talked about all the crap we could think of. I don't know why I feel weird around him... but not in a bad way. Like, there more time I spend around him, the more I want to be with him. Is that right? I don't if it's good for me to feel like this. I mean, I hang around with other boys too, but I don't feel this way around them. Maybe I should tell him about it... or I could call Fi. She might not be my 'nanny' (I hate that name) anymore, but Dad kept her one as a maid. She can tell me if it's alright.January 14th, 2012Me and Nick have been going out for 2 months now! It's weird, I always thought I'd fall in love with some supermodel girl, but they never seem to appeal to me more than friends. I mean, I do think girls are very beautiful, all of them, but I'm just not... attracted to them.
He seemed a bit nervous today, really tetchy. He didn't want a hug, or a kiss... he didn't even want to hold my hand. I hope he's alright.January 15th, 2012I wish I knew what I did wrong.
Nick broke up with me. Over the phone. And he was really mean about it. He called me a twinkie, and said he did it all for a joke, a laugh. I can still remembering him cackling down the phone as he hung up, and there was a girl laughing too. I feel so... betrayed. I'm furious and raging, I just want to punch his head in! But I know I can't, he'd probably just harden his skin and I'd break my hand on it. I'm so CONFUSED! I reallydo love himdid love him... it's not fair! And it's not my fault!December 6th, 2013Hey Diary, it's been a while.
I just found you lying around and thought 'Hey, maybe I should read through my shit!' Honestly got a few laughs from this.
I stopped writing in here after that break up with Nick, it was a bit emotionally straining for me. Every-time I looked at the most recent post, I would break down, and I couldn't subject myself to that kind of pain. I'm over him now, thank God. He was a real bastard.
After it happened, I stopped working. Not that I put much effort into things anyway, but I did zilch. The Hammel staff intervened and I ended up in counselling for a bit, which helped a bit, I guess. After a few months, I did start up again, slowly, but that period of time where I did nothing really pushed me back. I have to admit, I'm pretty slow anyway, so I haven't really been able to catch up yet, so I'm being kept back a year so I can do my best.
I'm also staying longer so I can get my bird lingo down, I keep saying things slightly wrong and insulting my feathered friends. Some of them are being accepting about it, but quite a few of them still peck me when I upset them. Some of the ways we say things in English are insulting to birds, apparently. I think I've practically got my wings down, on the other hand. My back muscles are pretty strong now, so I can finally take off from standing, but another year of improvement won't hurt. I could probably do with sorting out my landings. I don't need anymore broken bones.
It was 18th birthday quite a while back. Fiona gave me lots of money, because she knew that I wanted to get some tattoos. My Dad didn't really care, as usual. He was too bothered with work, he didn't even remember. I got a card in August saying happy birthday from him, it's so stupid. I got the tattoos though. An eagle silhouette on my left wrist, a quote about flying on my right forearm and a quote about freedom below my wings on my back. I like them all, they're visual representations of who I am, even if they are kind of sappy.
I mentioned Phen a few times throughout this diary, and apparently, there is a Phoenix Tang at Hammel. I tried tracking him down, but when I finally found him... I didn't want to get involved. He seemed to have some pretty bad problems and I guess he seemed happy? Maybe sometime in the future I could say hi, see if he's any better. He seemed pretty out of it when I saw him.
I found out something else, too. Apparently, 'P.M.A' stands for 'Phillipa Marilyn Anderson', my real mum's name. I always knew that Dorothée wasn't my real Mum, even though my middle name is the same as her Dad's. My real mum, Phillipa, died during childbirth. My Dad was having an affair with Dorothée whilst Phillipa was pregnant, and when she died, he got custody of me, obviously, and then he got married to that she-bitch. Fi told me, she said I was old enough and ought to know. She also told me that my real mum was a meta too, an Aerokinetic.
I don't know what to think of it, but I'm lucky that I had Fiona, because she was my mother in place of Phillipa. I wish my real mum hadn't died, but that's how life is.Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Apple Peace Pear Sauce the Seventh
Age: Fruit as old as time. (So, about 15)
RP Experience: Cheese.
How did you find us?: The voices in my head told be to do it.
Show your S K I L L S . . ....pardon? <3
