Name: Jason D. Hunter Alias: Crisis Age: 17 Gender: Male Powers: Biomass Manipulation Abilities: Combat. Literally. Due to the people he has absorbed, he has retained their knowledge and skills, although he has to train the skills to keep them up. This goes for sword, firearm, and martial art skills as well. However, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, he literally just stays on the opponent with tremor-inducing, stone-splitting punches and kicks before brutally destroying their bodies and consuming their husks. Weaknesses: Large, heavy pressures of water can temporarily stop his shifting. Other than this, while his body is generally stronger than humans, brutally ripping a blade through his eyeball and destroying his brain will work wonders. Equipment: His body. History: His life had never been that great, honestly. Son of an abusive mother and father... Hated sibling of three... Born, over-all, into a crappy life, in an even worse neighborhood. The only good thing about his life was videogames. He could sit down, after a... round of 'friend roughhousing' with his father, and a...'mom to son argument' with his mother, and simply just...play until his heart's content. Of course, it couldn't have been too healthy. He knew that he was a freak...a weirdo. He wanted to hurt his parents...his siblings. Everyone that bullied him in school for being 'creepy' and 'dark'. Was it his fault that he could do these...things? That he was faster than a motorcycle at the age of 3? That he could lift up the teacher's desk and throw it in rage when they called him mean names? It wasn't... it wasn't his fault. Was...was it his fault when he accidentally cracked the class's pet...and absorbed it into his body? The blood...bones... innards, as his chest opened up into a maw of flesh and organic material, and the butchered form o- he couldn't bare to think of it; his four year old mind couldn't comprehend it. he had to mature from a young age. He was sociopathic, quiet, dangerous. The ones parents didn't want their children to turn out like. Cautious. Suspicious. Then...it finally happened. He snapped. His father had been talking down to him. "You worthless piece of monster crap!" the man would yell. Alchohol was on his breath, along with a smell that he didn't want to think about. His five-year old mind simmered, and he just tried...tried to lay down and take the stompings. it didn't hurt...but the sharp pieces of metal on the bottom of his boots did. that's how it was all the time. his father would stomp and punch him with sharp metal, since his body took punches and lashes without bruises or cuts. it hurt...hurt so much. he wanted it to stop. he snapped. he grabbed the boot before it could stomp his face in again... and twisted. The ankle bone snapped like chalk. like mrs. moore's cat. he tore it off of the leg, blood streaming through the air. stood up, the foot and boot absorbing into his tendril-writhing chest. a punch to his father's beer belly - the fist went through flesh and bone. tendrils blasting from his fist, hellish, writhing, and spiky tendrils. piercing vital organs, flesh...body. his father being absorbed into his own form. memories, not his own. Screams...not his own. Hours passed by. when he woke up, he was staring into the shocked faces of doctors. the rest is history. people only know that he showed up in a different state altogether, taking on life as a vigilante that...permanently ended and consumed anyone that took his ire. they called him... Crisis. Personality: Fearless. Nothing can hurt him now. Cold. He wouldn't take the pain. Determined. No one would stop him from living. Apathetic. No one would make him cry. Cunning. You had to be, to survive the things he did. Violent; no one enjoys tearing apart criminals as much as Jason. Sarcasm became a way to cope, and despite his outward exterior, there was still some sort of warmth in his body...if you could find it and pull it out. He is quite blunt and will simply slam his foot into anyone or anything if they anger him to the point of violence...and a kick from him is generally life-taking. Family: Xavier Hunter - Father, and deceased. Mother and siblings are unknown. Friends: None. Crush/Relationship: None. Other: Not much. He doesn't really like heroes, despite becoming one himself.

"Don't worry, it is all in the plan." Name Aiden "Strange" (Is pronounced EYE-den) Alias Son of Dread Spawn of Darkness Child of The Black Baron The Blood Thorn of The Rose The Next Sorcerer Supreme Dudes!! Age 17 Gender Male Appearance Aiden is rather lanky, standing at 6'4 in height and weighting around 120 pounds. He has unnaturally pale skin, it practically being grey. His irises are deep crimson red and sometimes give off a fiery glow while his sclera are black. His hair is a light blood red and is long, hanging down to his neck, and usually messy. He has a deep blood red scar that goes over his left eye. He normally wears dark T shirts and jeans with a pair of sneakers, like any other teenager, but when he is in battle he switches to a black button up shirt, black dress pants and shoes all under a black and red long coat. He also dawns a golden eye amulet (see second picture above for costume) Powers Sorcery- Aiden is quite adapt to the arcane arts, surpassing many of the other magic apprentices his age. He has spent many years learning how to cast a whole assortment of spells to the point that he has built up quite the arsenal. Chaos Magic- Aiden is able to tap into the dangerous and slightly unstable power of chaos magic to augment his spells and physical abilities. Do to its chaotic nature it is hard for Aiden to control the chaos energy, with further training Aiden could get a better control of it. Demonic Physiology- Do to Aiden only being half human his biology is different than that of a human's. For example he is much more durable than the average person, being able to take quite the beating and walk away from it. It takes much longer for him to get tired, he can spend days practicing his magic before exhaustion takes him. Fire doesn't seem able to harm him, he has walked through roaring fires as if they were nothing. He doesn't require as much nourishment as others, a good meal can last him a few weeks, though he does like to eat quite a lot anyway. Abilities Multilingual- Aiden can speak a countless amount of languages, many of which have been dead for thousands of years Arcane Knowledge- Aiden's years of studies have left him with a in depth knowledge of the mystical aspects of life "Hell of a cook"- Though he doesn't need to as often as others Aiden loves eating food and prides himself on his cooking skills. His proudest accomplishment is cooking a batch of chili so spicy that even Dr. Strange refuses to eat it. Weaknesses Holy Magic- Do to who his father is Aiden is vulnerable to the "lighter" side of the magic spectrum. This is why he tends to be kind of iffy around religious stuff Physical Strength- Despite being quite durable Aiden is kind of a wimp. He can take a beating, but if he has to rely only on his own physical strength he can't give one back Demonic/Chaotic Nature- If he is not careful it is possible for Aiden to fall to the dark nature that he was born with Equipment Enchanted Satchel- Aiden has a satchel that has been empowered by a series of spells that allows Aiden to keep a whole library worth of books in it. Arcane Tomes- Aiden keeps a countless amount of books on the mystic arts in his satchel A Stash of Candy and Comic Books- "Dudes come on I can't be dark arts and demons all the time" A Cellphone- "I am a teenager and it is 2015, you do the math" History When it comes to origin stories Aiden's is... different to say the least. There was no radioactive spider bites, no explosions of atomic energy, no science experiments gone wrong, no metal covering bone surgeries or anything of the like. It was a handshake and a promise to a interdimensional being of dark magic that brought Aiden into this world, no big deal. To be a bit less vague Aiden is the result of a deal between the being Dormammu, the magical demon that rules over the Dark Dimension and foe to the Sorcerer Supreme Dr. Strange, and the leader of a group of cultists in the service of Dormammu known as the Brides of Darkness. The leader of the cultists, who is only known as the Black Rose, developed a plan with Dormammu to find a way around the promise he took with Dr. Strange that he would not invade Earth after the Sorcerer Supreme helped him regain control of his dimension. The result of their scheming was that they would create a child that held a piece Dormammu's power who would grow to become a incredibly powerful magic user and conquer Earth in the name of their father, not violating Dormammu's oath yet still giving him Earth. So it was done, Dormammu placed a portion of his being into The Black Rose which resulted in her impregnation. The pregnancy was considerably normal, besides the random fire starting when ever the baby kicked. When the child was born it turned out it was a boy, a son of Dormammu, with ash grey skin and blood red eyes and hair. He was named Aiden, meaning little fire, and was raised by the women of the cult. Aiden spent years being trained by the cultists in the dark arts, him excelling at a quite disturbing pace, until he was nine. That was when the cult's headquarters was discovered by the Sorcerer Supreme himself. Dr. Strange raided the base and captured most of the cultists including Aiden, though the Black Rose escaped. He debated what to do with the child, the Doctor was able to sense the boy's demonic nature. Strange finally came to the conclusion that he would foil Dormammu's plot in the best way possible, he would take the boy under his own wing and raise him on the path of good. Strange became an adoptive father to Aiden, he being much more caring and actually parent like than the boy's real parents. Aiden even went as far as to take the Doctor's last name to honor him. Strange trained Aiden in the mystic arts, though he was far less demanding than the cult was. It wasn't long until Aiden made it his goal to follow and Dr. Strange's foot steps and become the next Sorcerer Supreme. Recently Dr. Strange had decided that to help Aiden further in his training that he needs to join a team of young heroes like himself, so he can understand what he would be fighting to protect if he ever does become Sorcerer Supreme. Personality Aiden has seen some of the darkest, horribly twisted, most vile actions human nature is capable of doing, but he still manages to rock a smile. He seems like your usual teenager, kind of obnoxious, really sarcastic, and over all pretty friendly. He has a sense of humor for almost anything, but he knows when to hold back on the dark or heavy stuff. He doesn't go out of his way to make friends, but won't turn away a new one. When he needs to be he can be pretty insightful, almost mystical some might say. He does have his moments when he goes a little over board with attacks, which can be contributed to his Demonic nature. Family Dormammu- Father The Black Rose- Mother Satannish- Older Half Brother, Is a Full Demon and a Hell Lord Countless "Aunts"- The other Cultists of the Brides of Darkness, claim to be his family but Aiden is unsure if that is true or not NOT ON GOOD TERMS WITH ANY OF THEM Friends Dr. Stephen Strange- Adoptive Father Wong- Dr. Strange's assistant, friend, and defender. He and Aiden are rather close as Wong helped raise Aiden Clea Strange- Dr. Strange's wife, is also technically Aiden's cosine Crush/Relationship None at the moment Other Aiden enjoys cooking a lot. He often does it to kill the time, even though he doesn't eat most of the stuff he cooks

Name: Halle(Pronounced Holly) Hoffen Alias: Honey Age: 17 Gender: Female Powers: Sound Manipulation and a slight knowledge of Healing minor wounds Abilities: Halle is skilled in hand to hand combat and can use a large arsenal of ranged or close combat weaponry. Her high dexterity and strength making her a force to be reckoned with. Since she has been training for most of her lifetime, she has extensive knowledge in defense and offense. Weaknesses: - Sound requires a medium to travel through, such as air, ground or water, though it can be virtually anything. - Though the girl has a strong offense, her defense is lacking however it isn't enough to have her destroyed. Equipment None, she prefers to use her body as an outlet, yet on occasion she does snag a weapon or two. History: Halle was originally the daughter of a business man whom traveled across the world, many shops of his sprouted mostly in Europe, and some in America. Due to his constant moving about, it was only logical that she follow along and get dragged around the whole world. Though her life was filled with many pleasures, it was usually very boring and endless. She had looked to music as well as her personal trainers to keep her company and pass the time. Boxing. Karate. She went through every physical activity to keep herself fit and sane. One could say she was naturally a prodigy, and especially so in the field of combat and tactical planning. Her dad was quite mystified by her actions, however didn't object to such teachings since the girl loved it so much. One a rather cloudy morning, Halle had wandered about a city in Austria since her father had decided to settle down a week before packing up and leaving again. She had encountered a group of gangsters, and on the verge of getting into a fight, she had let out a shrill yell which magnified in volume and practically turned the brains of said criminals into liquid. With their blood spilled freshly onto the pavement, she had realized she unlocked a new skill in destruction. Halle's father had found her sitting on the street, staring down at the mutilated corpses that she had so caused. The girl was sent off in search of better things for her life. Personality: Normally quiet, Halle speaks very little unless she is approached in some way. The girl focuses on training and completing objectives more so than association, so her social skills aren't up to par with the others, creating a rather awkward aura in her vicinity. She shows little to no emotion and is practically an empty shell. After decimating an entire group of people, she has grown quite a hardy exterior and prefers keeping it that way. Family: Her father is still alive, however her mother had fled when she was very young, so her whereabouts are currently unknown. Friends: She has a practically non-existent social life Crush/Relationship: None