Hey NAME! Glad you're back! This sounds cool. Here's my charrie:

Name: Quinn Baker
Gender: girl
Age: 15
Powers: can control temperature and is uneffected by temperatures (never gets cold/hot). Also can control like planet temperatures not just the temperature in a room though it takes a lot more energy.
Description: Short, elbow length brown hair, brown eyes
Personality: Short tempered, fiercely brave, protective
History: None really, she's been an orphan since her parents died in a sinking cruise ship. To this day she won't go in any sort of boat and doesn't even really like water that much either. Lives in Oakland Orphanage.

Quinn-
I walked into the dark alley way. It was below zero in Minnesoda but I wasn't cold. I didn't get cold. I passed through the alley and kept walking until I reached what I called home: an orphanage on the side of the road that just happened to be a dump at the same time. To my surprise a dark limosine with blacked-out windows was parked out front. Some kid was probably getting adopted. It was always the little ones; no one wanted the stupid little teenager. As if. I opened the door and walked inside to find a girl I've never seen before and a tall woman in a business suit and black sunglasses talking to the head nun, Sister Miranda. They looked at me as I walked in. "Don't mind me. I'll just get a water bottle and be on my way." I started toward the fridge when Sister Miranda stopped me. "No Quinn, these people are here for you." I don't think I've ever been more shocked. "What?" The tall woman held out her hand which I cautiously shook. "I am Miss Russo of The Academy for Special Children." "Great, you're sending me to a mental institute. Thanks." Sister Miranda looked at me with sharp eyes. "Quinn! That is not how we speak to company!" "Sorry Sister Miranda." She nodded then turned back to Miss Russo. "Continue please." "I am here to invite Quinn to join the institute." "Why?" "Because of your ability to control temperature." No one moved. I personally made the room drop a few degrees and soon you could see our breath. "How did you know?" "I am in charge of a large operation here. I know of every gifted child on the planet. This is Laura Anderson, a new student as well. Tell them what you can do Laura." The girl, Laura, stood up. "I'm an empath. I can also control your emotions." "Yeah right." I rolled my eyes. Suddenly I felt sad, then overjoyed, then sad again. Then back to normal. "What did you just do to me?" "I told you, I can control your emotions." I stared open-mouthed at Laura. "Awesome." She smiled. "Thanks." I turned the room back to its normal temperature. "So Quinn, will you join us?" Miss Russo asked. I was quiet for a while. My answer was inevitable though. "Yeah, yeah I'll go." I went upstairs to pack up my few posessions, then I joined Laura and Miss Russo in the back of the limo and was off to the Academy.

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Welcome back!  I think I remember you from back when I was Analesia.

Name- Madison "Sonny" Jefferson 

Age- 15

Physical Description- five nine, short blond hair, pale, green eyes, looks like a supermodel

Personality- snooty, but in a joking way, kind on the inside punctuated by snarky remarks,

Powers- psychic, but can only sense things a minute before, can sense huge things up to years in advance, but that doesn't happen often

History- I said she looks like a supermodel before because she is one.  Her parents moved her to New York City when she was five because she was really pretty.  She's one of those models that's as famous as *gags* Justin Bieber.  She wants to design clothes when she grows up.  She already has a perfume out.

Sonny-

"Madison, hon, get your skinny backside over here so Philip can do your hair before you go out on the stage," my manager, Karla yelled from across the room.  "Eez Phillipe, Madamoiselle," the tacky French hairstylist told her.  It was New York Fashion Week, and, yet again, I was modeling Lola clothing.  One day, Lola will be modeling my clothing, but, until then, I was strutting over to Phillipe to get my hair styled into an updo.  Story of my life.

As usual, I sensed it was coming a minute before.  I've never quite understood my powers and why I had to be the one lame psychic who had short-term visions, but they've always been there. "Monica!" I snapped at the lowly assistant peering over Phillipe's shoulder, "Get the door." She nodded meekly and walked over to it just as the doorbell rang.  Everyone in the business knows of my intuition now.  They take it for granted.  Luckily, no one's leaked it to the tabloids yet.  A tall woman in a suit walked in.  I looked her up and down for inspiration, as usual, and saw the outfit did not suit her figure.   The teens following behind her were dressed a little better, but nothing like Lola designs. 

"Miss Jefferson, where is your mother?" the woman asked me.  I then got the next minute downloaded into my brain.  She was going to ask me about my abilities.  Seeking answers, I led her personally to Kay.  "Kay, Mrs..." "Larsen."  "Larsen here wishes to talk to you."  "Which magazine?" Kay (Yes, I call my mother by her first name.  Don't judge.) asked.  She was looking at my updo and comparing it to the diagram on her sheet.  My mother used to be an engineer.  She diagrams everything. 

"None, it's about my psychic stuff," I told Kay.  "How did you know that?" Mrs. Larsen asked.  "Let me repeat myself.  My PSYCHIC stuff."  "Right.  Please sit with Laura and Quinn here while I talk to your mother."

The next minute downloaded.  "So, a special school?  Are psychic people mental now?" I asked them.  "Nah, it's like people with special powers," Quinn said.  Laura was staring at me with her mouth hanging open.  "You 'kay there?" I asked her.  "Just.  Can't.  Believe.  Supermodel.  Wearing.  Emote.  Now," she choked out.  "Bask in my glory, why don't you?"  "Sorry, she's been like this since we learned we were coming to Fashion Week," Quinn explained.  "It's alright, I was like that my first time, too," I replied.  "Can you...?"  Laura  asked, taking out the latest Lola catalog.  I took a Sharpie out of my Lola boot and signed it.  "Now... an empath and a temp-changer.  Pretty neat."  "Yeah," Laura said, snapping out of her stupor.  Kay and Mrs. Larsen came walking back over.  "Pack your things, Son, Fashion Week's over..."

Hi! I've
only been here for a month, so you don't know me, but welcome back anyway.

Name:
Cassie Stoll

Description:
Average height, brown hair, black eyes, pale skin

Age: 16

Personality:
Sarcastic, quick temper, but is nice to people when she gets to know them more.
She's also really good at getting things when she wants them.

Powers: She
can move things without touching them and stop things from moving. She can also
sense all the things that move around her, even if they're miniscule. This
makes her good at reading micro-emotions.

History:
not much to say. She's pretty much a normal girl.

Cassie-

Slam!

"What
is it now?"my sister grumbled as I sat down on the edge of her bed."I
can't stand it anymore!" I was sick and tired of being thought of as a
weirdo. The kids at my school thought I was, my teachers thought I was, and so
did everyone else who knew what I could do. Only my parents and sister thought
of me as a normal person. My sister sighed. "I know, but there really is
nothing I can do about it" I glared at her. I had seen her quick look of
exasperation."Sorry, Cassie, but I can't talk right now. I'm busy." I
knew my sister had a lot of work getting ready for college, but she couldn't
even talk to me when I needed her? "Fine." I stomped out of her room
and into mine, flopping down on my bed. I waved my hand carelessly at the
curtains and they opened, letting light into the room. I stared out the window
at the empty street thinking about my bad fortune of a weird power. Then I sat
up jerkily. Wait a second! The street wasn't empty! A limo with dark windows
stood in front of my house.

I ran down
the stairs and into the living room, letting the door swing open without a
touch. In front of me sat a tall lady in a suit, three teenage girls (one of
whom I was sure I had seen before on TV) and my mom.
"Here she is now," my mother said noticing me. Everyone looked at me
with interest. "Who are you?" I blurted out.

"I am
Miss Russo. I'm here to take you to the Academy for special children."
"What, I'm 'special' now?" "Yes." "I'm not
mental, I assure you! I'm just as normal as you are." I eyed her.
"Then again, maybe I'm more normal." "No, no Cassie," my mom
hastened to explain, "she means with special talents." "Same
difference. They're all just different ways to say weird." One of the girls
looked offended and the temperature dropped several degrees. "I'm not weird!"
she exclaimed indignantly. "Oh, so sorry, are you special?" The girl
glared at me, but I saw a flicker of understanding cross her face. I decided I
would like her.

"Go
pack, Cassie. You're leaving now." "Now?!!!" "Yes,” my mother
said calmly. “You could have given me a day, at least!” “Sorry, Cassie, but I
forgot to tell you.” “Yeah right, you forgot,” I grumbled as I walked
away. “Talk about spur of the moment.”

An hour
later, I was in the limo on my way.

Sorry about the ending. I really didn't know what to say. We can change the room set-up to one big bedroom instead of two separate ones if you want. :) 

Sora Hirnleser-

As we drove down the highway, I took the time to check the minds of those around me.

First, I studied Sonny – yes, the Sonny from the Lola Magazine that I never had bothered to read. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone… Heidi Klum was going to be at the fashion week. She looked at her nail. OMG! I need a manicurist… This nail is chipped. Hopefully the others won’t notice. She glanced at me. Oh wait. They don’t have any fashion sense so they wouldn’t care. I decided I didn’t like Supermodel-Sonny one bit.

Next, Quinn. 17 x 17= 289, 18 x 18= 384… No, no! The temperature in the car sank a little. It’s 324. Better give up with the math facts. Then she started to stare out the window again.

And now, Laura. Wow, Mrs. Russo is really always upset. Even while not saying anything. Before I could listen to any more thoughts, my eyes got glazed over like they always did when I’m seeing into the future.

Laura ducks behind a wall, her face covered in pain. I hear footsteps echoing on the floor, running away. “Help-“ Her eyelids close and she sinks to the ground.

“Woah,” Laura exclaimed, looking at me. “You just got like an emotional overload. Weird.”

“Uh… Thanks?”

“No problem.” She laughed.

“Girls, I almost forgot, we have one more person to pick up.” Mrs. Russo looks into some sort of Planner, then leans over to the little screen separating us from the driver. “Ollie, 15th Street.”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

*

Cassie, that was the new girl’s name. She seemed rather annoyed even though I didn’t know why. Her thoughts really didn’t tell me much.

“Here we are, girls,” Mrs. Russo told us just before the limo stopped.

We were in the middle of a thick forest on top of a rather large hill. A large building was situated in the middle of a large cleared area. It was made from chocolate painted stucco and surrounded by an iron wall.

I noticed some teenagers roaming around on the grounds. A few looked over at the limo.

“Ollie, get someone to help you with the bags,” Mrs. Russo ordered. Then she turned to us. “I’ll show you to your rooms. You’ll get a full tour and official welcome with the others later.” She motioned for us to follow.

Room 115 was made up of one bathroom, a small hallway for shoes and coats and two bedrooms.

Sonny went into the bathroom. “There is so not enough space in there for my portable sauna. “

“Your portable what?!” Cassie cried.

“Sauna. A sweat lodge. It’s good for your pores.”

“I’m sure you’ll find another place to put it,” I said politely.

Sonny went into the left bedroom.

Quinn, Laura, Cassie and I exchanged glances.

“I guess I’ll share with Sonny,” Laura said as casually as possible. In reality she was thinking: I get to room with Sonny! Happy dance! Awesome!

Then she rushed in behind Miss Supermodel.

“I guess that leaves us three.” Quinn smiled.

“Yep!”

Cassie didn’t say a thing.

Our bedroom had three beds in a row, a green rug, a closet, a desk and a couch. The walls were white and boring.

We began to unpack.  

This sounds really cool!!

Name- Kayden Scheller

Physical Description- Tanned with wavy auburn hair and piercing blue eyes

Personality- she's sweet and a tad shy, but fun once you get to know her. Likes to debate things.

powers: Power Negation (can sense others people's powers and shut them down completely for as long as she wants)

History: Has had a pretty normal life, just discovered her powers a few years ago. Is usually downgraded by others with powers because she can't 'do' anything.

//Kayden//

A woman in a black dress stands in my doorway. She's a technopath, but that's all I can find out from her. My mother stands awkwardly to the side, rubbing her hands together as the woman and I silently stare at each other. Finally I break the silence. "What do you want with me?" "I'm here to take you to a school, Lupin's Acadamy for Special Children. I have sought you out and have decided to offer you a scholarship for two years." "But, I'm not 'special'. My name's Kayden Scheller, I'm fifteen and have lived a perfectly normal life, and you can't just take me away." "Oh, but we've all lived a 'normal' life. But it's what's, how you say, 'extra' about your life that we want." She pulls out a thin black cell phone from her pocket and holds it in her outstretched hand, smiling slyly. I simply blink in her direction and her entier power source crashes, but of course she doesn't realize it. She closes her hand and places the phone back in her pocket. "I see...we need children like you, you know what you are." She turns to mother. "Now, I am offering a full scholarship to your daughter to help train her in her power. Do you accept?" She nervously nods and I'm told to get my bags, and in a few minutes I'm in a slick black limousine heading of to Lupin's Academy for Special Children.

*

As soon as I enter the hallway I'm my veins are buzzing. There's too much power in here, too much for me to handle, so I turn it off. There, better. I stop shivering and hear screams down the hall. "Hey! Something's wrong, I. Can't. Do. ANYTHING!" I hear some brat yell from a doorway and smirk. I hear a door slam and a grunt. "Sonny! Sonny! It's okay! Please don't be mad!" "Laura, just give it up, she's a super model." A super model? "Try making it colder!" It won't work. "It isn't working! What am I thinking about?" It won't work. "Oh, uhm, tacos?" "No, I'm thinking about how my powers aren't working!" I step into the viewing perspective of the group of girls. "That's because of me." Instantly I'm confronted by angry power wielders. "Why would you do that?" comes from a lot of people, and I laugh. "I'm a power negator. That means I can turn your powers off, and on, at my will." "Well turn them back on!" "Fine." I do and the buzzing returns in my veins, causing me to shake up and down. "Just, let, me, sit, down. Too, much, power." Someone leads me to a bunk bed and I lie down. "Why are you shaking so much?" The bratty one, Sonny, I think, asks. "Be-be-because..." "Ah, just let her turn our powers off, just so she can talk." I turn them off an instantly the buzzing dies down. "I've never been near such a large supply of power before, so my body can't handle it. I have to turn it off or else..." "Or else what?" Laura, I think, asks. "Well, I think it happened to my uncle once. He went to a power convention or something and...he kinda exploded. Not big like, kaboom explode, just like disintergrate."

is it ok if my charrie was already at the school? 

Name: Airlia (ER-lee-a)

Physical Description: medium/light brown skin; about 5 feet tall, long black-brown hair that seems alive (it moves when she's using her powers. It looks as if it's floating around in water because it moves real slowly) and eyes that are never the same color. depends on her mood and things like that. (i.e., red when she's mad, purple when happy, they shift randomly when she's confused)

Personality: like her eyes, her personality is variable. She has a bad temper and doesn't like it when people stare at her, and she's kind of the rebel. But if she eats a lot of sugar or gets really hyper, she's a giggle machine and is easygoing. Her eyes kinda give a clue to if she's eaten a lot of ice cream lately. XD

Powers: can see/go into other people's dreams (so she's a mind reader but only when the person she's reading the mind of is sleeping.) X) and she can control people's dreams if she tries really hard but it exhausts her.