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| Welcome to Nightwoods, a haven for all those who in the last couple years have developed supernatural abilities that have made the world stop in its paces. In the last few years a large number of people around the world have discovered they have supernatural abilities. These abilities have been discovered to be related to a new kind of blood that has appeared lately. Nightwoods is located in little old England, close to the town of Everspring, it is a small town that very few people ever seem to have heard of. The Nightwoods school is located in the south east of England a few miles from the coast, meaning its a 5 minute drive incase you are looking to go on a little trip to the sea side, this also means the strong smell of the coast is always in the air. The manor house, named Nightwoods due to its dark surroundings, which is mostly a thick black forest that spans for miles around in all directions. Since the appearances of the supernatural population that has been flooding our media, the manor has become very active, with a huge amount of visitors and guests. This was very sudden, seeing as before this sudden explosion of activity, Activity at the manor was scarce as it was rare anyone came in or out. History tells us manor its self is around 400 years old and was owned by a wealthy family, called the Gothards. The family were known to be very caring and giving and this was why the family was approached by the government asking if they would take in the supernatural children and some adults that seem to be struggling to make ends meet in out side world. A dictation about this matter went on between the family and government for a good half a year but it finally came to an end and the house hold was quickly converted into a school, aided with teaching equipment, teachers and many other needed things in order for the statures to house and teach the new student‘s and guests. The head master of the school at present is Mr. Jamie Gothard, a well educated man and one like his guests who has undergone the supernatural change like many others around the world, making him a perfect choice. Now its been one year after the opening of Nightwoods to supernatural community, now we welcome you. |
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The past can never be forgotten, just as sins can rarely be forgiven... Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters has reopened after the events on Alcatraz Island with Ororo Munroe as its new Headmistress. The students continue with their studies, planning their futures now that there seems to be peace between mutants and humans. Dr. Hank McCoy has become the U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations while Logan and Kurt Wagner have become part of Ororo's staff. Bobby and Rogue have picked up their relationship, relishing in the fact that they no longer have to be careful when they kiss. Graduation is drawing near. Rumors spread like wildfire... Yet there is a new threat on the horizon. Emma Frost, Headmistress of the Massachusetts Academy has opened her doors to any and all young mutants yearning to control and advance their powers at any cost. Her school is also a front for a high society group known as the Hellfire Club; a club out to influence world events for the accumulation of power and wealth. The Hellions, as Emma's students are called, are junior members of this elite club. and old habits die hard... Eric Lensherr has been spotted downtown, talking up some former members of the Brotherhood, many of whom were humanized on Alcatraz Island. He is stirring up resentment amongst mutants who were forcefully given the cure. As his stature grows, his powers slowly return, as well as the itch for retaliation. Across the globe Dr. Moira MacTaggart has come across something she never imagined possible. Charles Xavier is alive, his mind now in the body of his identical twin brother born brain dead because of Xavier's psychic powers in the womb. It was said that the cure would solve everything... Now scientists are discovering that not only is the cure not permanent, but that it triggers an advanced mutation within the X-gene, making powers evolve slightly. What this means for mutants has yet to be determined since the FDA has yet to release this news to the public. It was only the beginning. |
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I've been living here for my whole life. Yeah, here. Here is Sara Point Beach, up in northern Massachusetts. They call it Sara Point, I call it paradise. The days are lazy, full of picnics at the beach, sunshine and ninety-degree tempuratures, not to mention gorgeous surfer boys. The nights are cooler, so get wrapped up in your boyfriend's hoodie and toast s'mores. There's a group of us that have been here forever. We all know each other, and we've come to be the best of friends. It's kind of a miracle that despite all our differences, we know that we put each other first. It's just this kind of unspoken code we have. They call us the townies. We call ourselves the Saras. But not everything is perfect. Recently, an annoying bunch of kids--we call them the Summers--decided to come and ruin everything. Maybe that's harsh, but still. The guys force themselves into all our restaurants, and they steal all the good waves. The girls obsess over our guys. Sure, some of them are sweet, but I'll never get used to them just barging in to take over the summer. Some of us have a lot of money, and so do most of the Summers--but some of use aren't all that blessed with great financial endeavors. We make do with what we have, and it doesn't matter to us at all. Sara Point is our heaven, and we're happy with just being here. So c'mon. Let's head down to the beach. After all, you're one of us now. Welcome to Sara Point. |
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| .Submarines It was a common day, warm and slow feeling. The children, students of Syleph Academy, were making their way toward the city lake on a dry and dusty footpath. Each pointed at objects of interest as they trotted along. Frogs, flowers, bugs were a large majority of the interesting things. The river bank was slightly flooded and the area had a light breeze flowing through. Two of the students seated themselves under a tree, the last, itching for a swim launched herself into the water. She had gotten no more than ten feet deep when the surface disappeared like a light bulb fizzing out. She could see nothing but a dark blue, and in her fright had forgotten to breathe. White lights floated about in the water now, and she could see shadows moving past the curtain of blue. One of the lights caught her attention and she followed it, deeper and deeper. In the same manner that it had gone the surface reappeared, but this time so far that it was almost impossible to tell it apart had it not made an appearance. The pressure of the water only now began to press on her body and she was forced to swim back to the surface. And pass out. The companions brought her back to the Academy, and it being her power to breathe underwater nothing was thought of the time she spent underwater, but the fainting was irregular. The student did eventually come to, after a number of days in the clinical wing. After a telling of her story a notice was issued to investigate the happening. All scientists that the notice reached did not even give it more that a glance. What kind of occurrence could it be, it had never happened before, and had only one witness who had been incapacitated after the occurrence. She might have dreamed it up. But the story did catch the interest of a "misunderstood" scientist, one who could be called nothing but insignificance and a cause for shame. And he decided to fund and organize a way of researching this phenomenon. And thus began the building of the submarines. Plot based off story by Jorge Luis Borges, Suggested by Professor Alexandru Sheremet at the University Of Florida |
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| CASANOVA 45 years ago, in 1961, Paul Danley and his best friend Mark Bells started a fashion company by the name of Casanova Designs - named after Gian Giacomo Girolamo Casanova, the famous seducer of women. The idea was that the clothing that CD produced would seduce as many women into buying it as Giacoma did into getting those females into bed. Paul and Mark went on to build a huge empire, spanning the world and having headquaters on the Canary Wharf in London. The two men lived the lives together and their families too were very close. But four years ago, Mark died and a couple of months after that so did his wife. Paul continued to run the company that they created until a few weeks ago when he announced his retirement. The next Presidency was put to the vote of the shareholders, of whom there were six. There were two candidates - Andy Danley, Paul's son, and Alexander Bells, Mark's son. Paul was the only person who voted against his son, the other five prefering the more charismatic and rash...but rather lovable Andy. So, as of several days ago, Casanova Designs has a new president, Andy Danley, and a new vice, in the form of Rodger Mullins, the biggest womanizer ever and Andy's great buddy. It was his mother who got him his shares, helping Casanova many years ago. Casanova is one of its kind. Until, recently, Rosenweiner Clothing, Casanova's biggest rival, began to rise in popularity. ROSENWEINER Rose Weiner was a newcomer in fashion 63 years ago. She was peniless and pregnant with an illegitimate child. So, she began to work as a seamstress, calling her tiny 'company' Rosenweiner. One by one she got extra help and bought better equipment and in 1970 she produced her first collection, having been working on getting there for many years. She went on to create a clothing company that could rival anyone, and did. She expanded it, and Rosenweiner now has stores in very many different countries. But, a couple of weeks ago, Rose passed away at the age of 79, leaving her mighty retailing empire to her children and grandhildren. But the Weiner family is in a mess. Each one wants a piece of the comapny for themselves. And now that they are so close to beating the biggest shark on the market - Casanova Designs, what will happen? Who will guide the company to victory or to ruin? ------------------------- Each company and each family stands a chance to become everything. But it is what you do that will determine the outcome. Join in the HighLife to find out who will be the Weakest Link. |
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England The streets of England are becoming more and more corrupt with each passing day. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is no longer what it used to be, and everyone knows it. The Dark Lord’s attempts at changing time in his favor only served to damage the timeline itself, and the Resistance’s attempt to undo his actions only ended up making things worse. It seems no good deed goes unpunished. Now the world is stuck in a time of no tomorrows, no yesterdays. All they have is the here and the now and all hope of ever fixing their damaged world is lost. They have no choice but to pick up after themselves and set out to right the wrongs already in existence. With the destruction of time came a very unusual combination of worlds, a fusion of possibilities, it seems. The two worlds, exact opposites of each other, the epitomes of good and evil, were slammed together with such force that the broken, crippled world of the good crumbled. Only two survived and are now somehow a small part of a strange world of evil, death, and despair. These two teenagers, as small and insignificant as they may be, stand for something more than themselves; freedom. What Sophia Weasley and Jackson Potter choose to do with their freedom is up to them. Whether they decide to speak out or not is their choice, but the repercussions for their mere existence, for the fact that they represent freedom, have already begun. France Nothing in the world can compare to the destruction witnessed in the streets of Paris. Life exists in a twisted state of fighting, hiding, and running. Buildings no longer exist in entirety, but in crumbled ruins, only fractions of their formerly glorious selves. There are two types of people in Paris; the good and the bad. The Death Eaters and The French Resistance. Deep in the catacombs, under the city streets, war rages constantly between these groups. Every foot of ground gained and maintained is another victory in this kind of war. No one is safe, no one is an exception. The school of Beauxbatons stands proud amidst the fighting, a seemingly strong monument to what Volderian practices will earn. On the inside though, thing aren’t quite as nice. The girls are desperate for rebellion and often sneak out to places like Entropine and common London in search of a good time. Other girls prepare themselves for fighting with the French Resistance once they graduate from their prison of a school. While some know their duties as a Death Eater are only a matter of time. The Death Eater’s Headquarters located in the center of the city makes life even more difficult for the already doomed Resistance. They are forced to live and work in their city's formerly proud buildings. The Louvre, Notre Dame, the shops and boutiques, none of them mean anything but shelter and rest from the underground hell of the catacombs. The French are fighting their war, standing up against the evils in their society, no matter what the cost. For their valor alone, they are admired. Bulgaria Durmstrang’s Institute for Boys is the center of life in Bulgaria. The boys at this school are the champions of the years, they’re praised higher than anyone else, and the entire city literally revolves around them. What the citizens of Central Bulgaria don’t know, however, is that behind the large walls of their prized institute is a society of barbarians in the making. You don’t survive at Durmstrang unless you’re anything less than the best. These boys are big, strong, and know they’re loved. The egos here are unmatched by any other, and it’s starting to turn sour. Life outside of training and classes has turned into a non stop fraternity party, with morals and values checked at the door. Sneaking off to the city limits isn’t unusual, nor is it intelligent. The outermost edges of Central Bulgaria aren’t a place to be caught alone. Drug dealers, radicals, sex exploiters, and cheap drinks can all be found in the masses out here. In the city limits the rule is to look but not touch because one never knows what may bite back. The degeneration of this area is far beyond that witnessed in other parts of Volderian society. Morals have never been an issue for followers of the cause, but dedication, commitment, and raw desire are a must. The boys at Durmstrang lack that which is needed to be a true follower, and if they don’t shape up soon, The Dark Lord will have no choice but to take matter into his own hands. Italy And people said that The Resistance was getting no where. In The Vatican City, progress has been made. For over one hundred years The Italian Resistance has held their ground and kept the city free from the Volderian Reign. Within the walls of this small city exists the only free land in Volderian society. Within those walls exist wizards, witches, and muggles alike, living in harmony and fighting the Death Eaters. The organization and efficiency there is second to none and they plan to go down kicking and screaming. The Dark Lord’s relatively recent takeover of the Italian Ministry proved a roadblock and an ominous sign for the Resistance. His power was obviously growing and from within the walls of their small city, the Resistance was helpless but to watch. In place of the old Ministry a school was built; Maltalvia Academy. And from this academy came new followers, new students with minds and consciences and a realization of the horrors of their world. Thus the successors came into existence. They sneak out on weekends to Vatican City to help plan for their cause, risking life and limb. It’s a dangerous web they weave. In a world where loyalty is hard to find and lying is a just a part of the game, it’s just a matter of time until something goes wrong and it all comes tumbling down. 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