Post by RUFIO ANGUS BOVIDAE on Apr 25, 2012 12:23:14 GMT -5
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey london! Look who's it is! It's rufio bovidae! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, ru? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on july 3rd, and grew up to be a hefty 6ft 9. You can always tell it's ru because of their brown deaded hair, brown eyes and bare feet. Not to mention they've gotten themselves twelve tattoos! You know, everyone says they look like samuel larsen? I personally don't see it though ....
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[classy=app1]The fat lard of a principal looked over his papers with a rather disinterested attitude. He noticed you sitting down, but doesn't really have the courtesy to look up from his desk. To you, he says out loud. "Let's begin sha'll we? Tell me the basic details about yourself." With a cough, he shuffled through is papers and glanced at you once through his small eye glasses.
Rufio sat down in the seat in front of the desk and looked up at the principle, twisting one of his dreadlocks in his fingers. "Oh hi, I'm Rufio Bovidae - Angus, Rufio Angus Bovidae. I'm-er eighteen and I'm a Christian. Some think that's really weird, like with the supernatural powers and everything. But I think it says a lot and even proves the existence of God even more. You know what I mean?" He looked up expectantly at the man on the other side of the oak table, wondering if the man was even listening or if explaining himself was just a waste of time.
With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, threw his glasses on the desk and ran his chubby fingers through thinning, greasy hair. He pinched the nose of his bridge and closed his eyes tightly as he said, "You know about the truth of this place. Now, I didn't invite you personally, my staff did. So please, give me a run down of your power." With his eyes still shut, the principal gestured with one arm toward you to begin.
Sitting up a little straighter, Rufio looked less enthusiastic about this question. "I have accelerated healing, for other people. I can heal...heal others. I mean, like if they have cuts or bruises or even broken bones. But I can't heal...I can't..." He paused and looked down, dropping his gaze from the large man and taking a new interest in his shoes, as if he hadn't seen them before. "I can't heal diseases...like cancer," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. Taking a few moments of silence he rearranged his dreadlocks over one shoulder. "I-er just use my own energy to heal them...so obviously if it's a serious injury it takes a lot more energy. I fainted once, healing a broken spine. But I think I'm learning to control it better each time I use it. Not that I really use it too often."
Finally, his eyes opened groggily. However, he wasn't much warmer. He yawned loudly and largely as he looked over your paper. With eyes watery and face red he continued, "I see why we would have invited you. Let's see..ah yes. Mind telling a bit about your family and where you're from?"
"Born in london, me. With my mother, father and little sister. We all went to church together. It was really nice, spending time with them. But..." Rufio paused and bit his lip. After a moment's pause he cleared his throat and carried on, "But then my dad got sick, really sick. I prayed for the ability to heal him, or for God to heal him. But nothing ever worked. He died last summer. I miss him a lot, all the time actually. I try to look after my mother and sister, but my mum doesn't think my powers are from God...she thinks they're going against him. That's why she sent me here, I guess."
While you were talking, the principal had made himself comfortable by leaning back in his chair and intertwining his fingers. "Hmpf. You should fit right in. May I ask, what are your plans in the future? Outside of AMG?"
Rufio shuffled a little in his seat, glad the previous question was out of the way. "I'd really like to travel, go to third world countries and use some of my powers over there. I really think that getting them some equal rights will change the world for the better. I'm really excited to see all these changes, especially the way I'm going to grow and adapt with them.
He looks much more interested now, rather awake and in a slightly better mood. "Tell me, do you have any hobbies?" he inquired, creating soft jazz hands at the word 'hobbies' as if to mock it. "You're aware that it may be difficult to continue these on the island, as you may not leave outside of break?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"I really like gardening," Rufio began, crossing his hands neatly away in his lap, "Gardening and music - playing the guitar, piano and even the drums! I realise that gardening may be difficult due to the lack of space, but I would hope that I can continue with my music," He looked at the principle expectantly, hoping for a nod of affirmation.
The principal crossed his fat arms and leaned on his desk. In a much more serious tone, he asked, "Be honest, child. How do you feel about all of this...supernatural stuff?" his shoulders shrugged as he said it.
Rufio thought for a moment, looking around the room. "I think I'm still unsure about it. I mean, if it is a gift from God, I want to use it wisely and not waste it. However, if it's from somewhere else...well I'm not sure. I think I'll just follow my heart on this one and say as long as it helps humanity then I'm all agreeing."
He leaned back on the chair that squeaked under his weight. "I see. Personally, I have mixed feelings. Anyway, we're finished now." The Principal grunted loudly as he got up to shake your hand. "It was a pleasure meeting you, do you have any questions for AMG?" he added, as he let go of your hand and buzzed the receptionist to lead you out.
"Do you have a church on the island?" Rufio asked quickly, before raising to his feet and shaking the principle's hand. "Thank you for letting me finish my time at school here."
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