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[Kashyyk]

Should be able to manage it then

I'll get the character sheet up in a mo.

Name: Samantha Ridgeway
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Generation: 4
Power: Enhanced Senses, half green/half blue capsule
Weakness: Due to the nature of her ability, Sam regularly gets sensory overloads. What might feel lukewarm to a regular person is boiling to her, a mild smell would be an overpowering aroma, and even someone speaking a little loudly is too much. Therefore she generally has methods of dampening her senses during regular life.
Number: 093
Appearance: Sam is 5'7" and 145lb. She has long reddish brown hair, usually kept in a ponytail, and green eyes. In order to counteract any sensory overloads she generally wears a pair of shades or contacts and discreet ear and nose plugs. Even through those she has a slightly better than average sense.

edit'd number

[Ghazkull]

Mm, I don't think tey'd go for something with a Kaiserreich. Perhaps something else could work, though.

what exactly doesn't work? i'm a bit confused at the moment sorry XP

[adwarf]

Name: Alexander
Gender: Male
Generation: 8
Age: 17
Power: Dark Side, brown/green pill
Weakness: When Alexander uses his powers his body begins taking physical damage, and even his mind is at risk if use is prolonged for to much time.
Number - 179
Appearance: Alexander is 5 Ft, 120 Lbs. He has Blonde Hair that flows down past his eyes leaving only his right eye visible. His right eye is golden, and has the look of a predator's eyes, while his left eye has never been seen by any, but the scientists, and instructors. He also almost always wears a grey hoodie with the hood raised up.

[The Fool]

The numbers only go up to 200, with 175-200 belonging to Generation 8.

[adwarf]

The numbers only go up to 200, with 175-200 belonging to Generation 8.

Fixed

[Powder Miner]

The thing that doesn't work is the country that you want the Union States of America to ally...
Also, Kaskykk, 103 is a Gen 5 number, so I knocked it back 10 to make the number 093.

Aaaand that's all the people I'm gonna have.

[Powder Miner]

I'll be replacing this with the opening post when I feel up to it, prolly sometime today.

[Kashyyk]

Also, Kaskykk, 103 is a Gen 5 number, so I knocked it back 10 to make the number 093.

My bad, thanks

[Powder Miner]

It's another day at the Facultas Project Complex, and you all wake up in your generations' respective unisex dorms. The Generation One-Three-rs have to get ready for deployment in West Virginia today, and so most of 'em are running around tying up their stuff. Two through Seven are mostly getting ready for a new season of training- they're moving around rather leisurely, they're used to this. And then in the Generation Eight dorm, the newest members are waking up with their first morning as Facultites.
Generation Eight Dormitory
Tom Oly woke rather nervous. He was younger than most people in his generation, and he was sure he was also the smallest. He didn't want to get pushed around, so he nervously got up and pocketed his pills. "Er... hi everyone..." He felt awfully odd, probably had something to do with the Facultas Project, but he couldn't help but feel as if something was along the edge of his mind, ...like some weird emotionless feeling... hard to explain. "So... I guess it's our first day of training... Does anyone know what to do?"

[The Fool]

((So, is there going to be a post for the other Generations? Or are we suppose to hop in somehow?))

[Powder Miner]

((Ya guys can start the conversation, the only reason G8 got a post is because my main GMPC is G8.))

[adwarf]

Alexander rolled out of bed, and stood up, awkwardly enough he was still wearing his hoodie with the hood up over his face. Looking in the direction of voice he replies "Yo, and no idea, but it can't be that bad we are just getting started. Lets do our best." Then Alexander smiled, grabbed hills pills, pocketed them, and then brushed his disheveled hair back into place.

[The Fool]

Adam woke up in his dorm gripping his revolver under his pillow. Easing the grip on the firearm he look around, he woke up early again. There were four standard bunk beds in the room and it was dark. Pushing back the standard grey blanket he got up, only to be greeted by himself.

"Good morning." His doppelganger said in quiet tone in an attempt to not wake anyone else.

"If you don't sleep, why do you stay here? You're kind of creeping me out." He said in a flat tone as he headed out to the mess hall after grabbing his gun belt and the revolver from under the pillow. Realizing he forgot something he turned and grabbed his rainbow pills.

"..."

((I'll colour the text to make it more obvious who says what.))

[Powder Miner]

Tom nervously tapped hsi fingers. "I suppose it could be fine..." Tom wasn't quite sure though. In any event, it was two hours until training started, so Tom figured he's get some breakfast. "I don't know about any of you guys, but I'm hungry... I wonder what they have in the cafeteria?" And with that, Tom pulled on a windbreaker and headed off to the cafeteria. When he got there, he was surprised by the variety and quality of the food. It seems they didn't really spare expense on the Facultites- but then again, they WERE the key to the war... Tom shrugged and went to the serving line. When he got to the front: "Er... I'd like *looks over menu* some blueberry waffles please?" HE got them soon, and he sat down at the edge of the G8 table, thoughtfully chewing at the fortunately great breakfast.

[SeriousConcentrate]

(Let's see, I'm Gen 2 so I have to get ready for deployment. Got it. ^^^)

With a grunt of exertion, Rada touched her elbows to her knees for the fiftieth time that morning, then let her abdominal muscles relax. "Pyatdesyat. Pyatdesyat'odeen. Pyatdesyat'dva. Pyatdesyat'tri." Naming the number off in the tongue of her parent's homeland -which she almost never used, but still bore a heavy accent of- helped her focus and kept her mind off the exertion of exercising while hanging upside down. Her hair brushed against the floor as she lowered her body again, then finally drew up one last time, grabbed the bar, and unhooked her ankles. The only other person in the cramped training room, Chéna, was also finishing his workout and replaced the weights as she toweled the sweat from her arms and face.

She left the room with a farewell gesture and returned to her dorm to change from her workout clothes to the official uniform and grab her pills. Once appropriately dressed and with her hair bound, she headed to the cafeteria. It wasn't very crowded yet; the only person there was a young boy at the Generation 8 table. Probably the most youngest of his generation, she figured. "Hello," she said politely as she passed.