Bobby Castellano
Dec 27, 2013 5:57:44 GMT -5
Post by Bobby Castellano on Dec 27, 2013 5:57:44 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .
Name: Robert Nathaniel Castellano
Nickname: Bobby or Bobby C
Age: Fourteen
Member Group: Student
Power(s): Assumed Muscle Memory - not much is known for now since he's just started showing but after two activities copied, he passed out for two whole hours
Play By: Troye Sivan
Let it F L O W . . .
"Yes, yet another teen behind a camera looking to make a quick buck on the internet. Haha! Psych! I'm not making any money here. What I am going to make is a few suits a little nervous.
You know that show Heroes way back when? Yeah...I might have been bitten by an extra on that show. Weird things have been happening. Like...seriously weird things. I can't explain them and uh...if this video is not uploaded or destroyed then we all know what's happened to me.
I'm dead."
"Okay, okay, I'll start from the beginning. Where it all started. Mom and dad were sixteen when they met, fell in love, into bed, or bush if you want to be technical, and created my big brother. They seem to like the bush so much that they went a second round three years later and then I was conceived.
You might think I'd be grossed out talking about my parents doing the deed but I can't really bring myself to care."
"I actually had a relatively normal childhood. I promise. My big brother is a dick, my parents showered me with attention and I generally got along with everyone I met. I got okay barely mediocre grades in school and for a few years in grade school, girls swarmed all over me like bees to honey. I don't blame them. I mean would you?"
"Oh right, I used to be on a variety show in Australia. No big. I wasn't famous or anything. I mean yeah, girls still stop me on the road but I hardly think anybody in America or England or Singapore know me. Psh. Never mind that. Just don't google Westwood's Talented Prodigies. Just don't.
Anyway, other than that stint on TV, I played soccer, I ate ice-cream, fell in love with ice-cream, had an on again off again relationship with ice cream and got my heart broken by ice-cream. You know, regular boy stuff. Oh, I also found out that other than ice-cream, boys were also right up there in the love list. I did get beaten up once because of it but my twig legs destroyed that bully's box of cake and he didn't bother me anymore. Twig legs of awesome saves the day."
"Right then, moving on. After going through general puberty where I went from a cute toothy pimply thirteen year old to a suddenly not so awful looking fourteen year old, I knew something was up with me. All of a sudden, I could do this:
After watching that exact image because Osric Chau...yuuum. And then I baked Linzer cookies topped with candy cane shaving after watching one episode of Anna Olson's Sugar. I crashed in the living room after that though but let me just say. The weird part of all that is that I have never ever ever thought of martial arts as something I could do. Or baking for that matter. I burnt water. Who does that? So yeah. Long story short, I may now be a superhero. Exalt me, subjects.
I don't know. I haven't told anybody. And it's been a week. I've been trying my damndest not to go out of the house or look at things that might trigger something because by now I kind of know what it is I'm going through. I just don't know if it's just hormones or I really have been bitten by a radioactive spider. Which I'm completely fine with. I mean who doesn't wake up wishing they could scale walls with their bare hands? Or in my case...bake cookies I didn't know I could bake. Lame, but still...kind of cool if it is what I think it is.
Sooo, I actually kind of want the suits to come get me because *pauses as the doorbell rings* Holy fu-"
*Video ends*
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: The Queen Mother. Or Nu for short
Age: Quarter of a century...holy sh-
RP Experience: For as long as I've had dark hair. Yesterday, since yesterday
How did you find us?: An admin's pants. I'm lookin at you Sha
Show your S K I L L S . . .
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