Name: Fiona Doyle

Alias: Cherub (one of the Tyto Twins)

Position: student: 9th grade

Abilities/powers:
major power: Fully functional wings. They are too small to fly with, however they provide better balance and maneuverability than a normal human would have.
supporting power: Hallow bones, which makes her exceptionally lightweight and quick. The downside is that her bones are much weaker, and more prone to fractures and breaks.
minor powers: She can mimic most bird calls, and is especially in-tune with weather patterns.

Sex: female

Age/Date of Birth: 15 / June 3rd

General appearance:


Additional Appearance/costume: When just out an about, Fiona will usually stick to simple clothing, such as jeans, tshirts, and cardigans. Footwear needs to be light and well fitted to they don't get in the way while she moves. For combat, her attire consists of a black, fitted jacket with the x-men symbol printed on the front, and loose fitting patches in the back to accommodate her wings. Yellow pants and black leather boots finish off the outfit.

Personality: Fiona is particularly chatty and energetic, often sparking up conversation confidently with others, and easily bouncing around from peer groups, and learning as many faces as she can. She has a very good memory, and is often too clever for her own good. If left alone, her curiosity would surely lead her into some sort of trouble; however, getting herself out of sticky situations has never been difficult, and her brother is often always near by to support her. She enjoys the outdoors very much, and her favorite moments are often those spent with her brother or friends. She isn't particularly fond of arguing or fighting, but will stand firm if she feels challenged on core beliefs and freedoms, and dislikes the abuse of power in any shape or form; this can often make her seem like a bit of a white knight, but she can be particular with who she stands up for or against, valuing self preservation over sacrifice.

Special Skills: Outdoor survival skills, basic emergency first aid, fishing/hunting skills (small game only), and she is notably good at identifying species of birds.

Place of birth: Northern Iceland

Weapon(s) of choice: hunting knives, and a lot of em. She often hides them in her boots or clothing, and uses them more often for practical uses than just fighting.

Medical information: She is moderately allergic to peanutbutter, which is disappointing because she particularly thinks it smells and looks tasty.

Brief History: Fiona is the youngest of a pair of fraternal twins, born in the early summer to a pair of modest bar owners in a small town in norther Iceland. The first time their mother saw their tiny, featherless wings, she knew they were both mutants, but felt proud and considered them blessed like angels. They didn't grow up with much, but their parents always made sure they were fed and clothed, and taught them as much practical knowledge about the world as they could. During the warmer seasons, the two often enjoyed exploring the forests and cliffs nearby, honing their abilities little by little, and learning from each other.

A few months after the two's 6th birthday, their mother caught a bug that had been going around town, and as abruptly as it'd taken hold, it sucked the life out of her, and she passed in her sleep. Their father took it the hardest, spending days in their bedroom, locked away from his children. The two siblings mostly fended for themselves during that time, more shocked than anything over their mothers abrupt death. As time went on though, things slowly fell back into place, and their lives began to move forward again; their father was often less affectionate though, turning into more of a hardened parent now that he'd been a single father. He still cared for his children though, and replaced his gestures of love with teaching them skills they could fall back on, in case he too had to leave them.

When the two turned 15, their father received two nearly identical letters from xavier's school, inviting both of his children to attend, free of charge. He was a bit flabbergasted at first, believing something so wonderful could actually be real, but upon answering the letters and learning more, he found the offer more than possible. Excited for the opportunity for his kids, he scrounged up what money he could and paid for two plane tickets to the nearest city to the school, and saw his two children off with bittersweet happiness.

Relatives: Their father, living in Iceland. Mother is deceased. Outside of those two, their extended family is quite small, and they have no cousins near their age.

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Name: Sloan J. Doyle

Alias: Eros (one of the Tyto Twins)

Position: student: 9th grade

Abilities/powers:
major power: Fully functional wings. They are too small to fly with, however they provide better balance and maneuverability than a normal human would have.
supporting power: Hallow bones, which makes him exceptionally lightweight and quick. The downside is that his bones are much weaker, and more prone to fractures and breaks.
minor powers: He can mimic most bird calls, and is especially in-tune with weather patterns.

Sex: male

Age/Date of Birth: 15 / June 3rd

General appearance:


Additional Appearance/costume: Sloan doesn't fuss too much over his appearance, and usually just wears jeans and whatever tshirt or hoodie he can find. Shoes are whatever, as he'll usually kick them off and go barefoot if he can. For combat, her attire consists of a black, fitted jacket with the x-men symbol printed on the front, and loose fitting patches in the back to accommodate her wings. Yellow pants and black toe shoes finish off the outfit.

Personality: Sloan is a bit of a standoffish sort of person, often clamming up and acting distant around people he isn't familiar with, as he's not too socially gifted, and often ends up feeling awkward around others. Even after getting to know him, he will still act quite aloof, keeping to himself and not talking too much. When he does participate though, he's often stubborn about doing things himself, so he can experience it and learn on his own, and is very hands on in his approach to just about anything. He isn't greedy or rude about it though, and is actually very open to working with others if he knows he'll get along with them. Although he doesn't offer very much conversation wise, he can be very particular with his actions, and small gestures are often his favorite way to communicate. If he likes you enough, you'll notice this right away.

Special Skills: outdoor survival, basic emergency first aid, and decent cooking skills.

Place of birth: Northern Iceland.

Weapon(s) of choice: knives or clubs, or anything he can use in close quarters, honestly. He'd make due with a rock if he had to.

Medical information: healthy as a horse.

Brief History: Fiona is the youngest of a pair of fraternal twins, born in the early summer to a pair of modest bar owners in a small town in norther Iceland. The first time their mother saw their tiny, featherless wings, she knew they were both mutants, but felt proud and considered them blessed like angels. They didn't grow up with much, but their parents always made sure they were fed and clothed, and taught them as much practical knowledge about the world as they could. During the warmer seasons, the two often enjoyed exploring the forests and cliffs nearby, honing their abilities little by little, and learning from each other.

A few months after the two's 6th birthday, their mother caught a bug that had been going around town, and as abruptly as it'd taken hold, it sucked the life out of her, and she passed in her sleep. Their father took it the hardest, spending days in their bedroom, locked away from his children. The two siblings mostly fended for themselves during that time, more shocked than anything over their mothers abrupt death. As time went on though, things slowly fell back into place, and their lives began to move forward again; their father was often less affectionate though, turning into more of a hardened parent now that he'd been a single father. He still cared for his children though, and replaced his gestures of love with teaching them skills they could fall back on, in case he too had to leave them.

When the two turned 15, their father received two nearly identical letters from xavier's school, inviting both of his children to attend, free of charge. He was a bit flabbergasted at first, believing something so wonderful could actually be real, but upon answering the letters and learning more, he found the offer more than possible. Excited for the opportunity for his kids, he scrounged up what money he could and paid for two plane tickets to the nearest city to the school, and saw his two children off with bittersweet happiness.

Relatives: Their father, living in Iceland. Mother is deceased. Outside of those two, their extended family is quite small, and they have no cousins near their age.