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Real Name: Elias Evans.
Age: 18.
Gender: Male
Alias/Nicknames: Ghost Rider
Color Choice: f26522.
Appearance: Elias is a well built teenager that has an athletic build from his years of playing sports. His outfit almost never changes, consisting of a plain white T-shirt tucked into a pair of either dark blue or black jeans. The jeans themselves are then usually tucked into his heavy leather riding boots. He completes the look with his Leather jacket that is always on him regardless of the weather and that he is rather protective of. The only thing that he might be more protective and secretive about is the Silver ring he wears on a necklace around his neck.
Elias is unrecognizable however when he does transform with the exception of his clothes. When he first transforms his eyes turn to a burning orange like embers on a hot fire. Seconds after this the very skins begin to peel and burn away until only a skull wrapped in fire remains where his head once stood. This applies to the rest of Eliasâs body, though most of it is covered so the flaming skull is typically the only portion people see. Elias rarely speaks in this form, but if he does the voice becomes much deeper mixing with the spirit's voice.
Personality: Elias is a serious individual who can come off as standoffish or unfriendly to most people who see him. To an extent this description isn't wrong, but it isn't entirely correct either. Elias likes to keep to himself and spends most of his free time working on or cleaning his motorcycle when he isnât allowed to go out for a ride. Thatâs not to say Elias isnât a friendly person or doesnât enjoy being around people, but having a spirit of vengeance in place of a soul does affect oneâs ability to be ânormalâ around others. To the few that he does call friends Elias is the definition of loyal, willing to drop everything and drive across country to help if they need anything.
History: There are many people in the world that will use the saying âMade a deal with the devilâ though few ever actually think that as a possibility, or that anyone would be stupid enough to do it. Elias however is that someone. Why exactly he would sell his soul as he claims is a secret left only to him, and the spirit of the rider.
The parts not blacked out of his file tell a story of a happy young kid who grew up in Boston Massachusetts with his family in a cozy little home. His Father worked as a police officer while his Mother stayed home to watch over him and his little sister as they grew. For most of their lives they lived the stereotypical middle american life. They were neither poor nor wealthy, just slightly above comfortable and happy with their lot in life. Eliasâs father did his best to raise his kids well and teach them right from wrong even as the world around them seems to grow crazier by the day.
To his father credit most of his teachings did the trick when it came to Elias. He got good grades, rarely got in trouble and found himself as a varsity starter on his highschools hockey team. As a reward of sorts for these accomplishments Elias was given his motorcycle on the day he turned 16. That motorcycle quickly became like a second love for Elias who spent just about every moment he could working on it or riding it long into the night. It was none of these late night rides that would change Elias forever.
It was a warm summer night as Elias pulled up to the house to see the front door wide open and a strange car blocking his driveway. A sinking feeling hit his stomach as he rushed inside to witness the horror of what had unfolded in his short absence. His family was sprawled out on the floor covered in blood clearly in the midst of attempting to run before having been gunned down. Elias barely had time to process what his eyes saw before he felt the pain in his torso and his feet were lifted off the ground by the impact of a shotgun shell.
What happened in a millisecond to the world seemed to take ages in Eliasâs mind. The image of his family dead plastered in front of him taunting him and mocking him. What was once sadness quickly turned to anger and blood boiling rage as the realization began to set in. But then, Elias heard a voice. A faint quiet voice that asked if he wanted vengeance for what happened. If he wanted to make those that did this pay for their actions?
On the official report the tragic death of the Evans family was ruled a B&E that resulted in not only the murder of the family but also the house being set aflame. The suspects were never found, however three members of the Evans family were found layed respectfully on the front lawn. The son was never found and was presumed to have died in the fire but an unidentified good samaritan was seen leaving the fire on a motorcycle.
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Issue #0/Testing Post:
âCome on Come on, drive faster, he's gaining on us.â a man with a bandana covering his face yelled from the bed of a truck as it raced through the empty streets recklessly. The two men standing beside him in the bed of the truck kept their eyes scanning across the streets while their knuckles began to turn white from the force of gripping their rifles so tightly.
âHey I see him. Back there!â one of the gangsters called out as he pointed to the lone motorcycle quickly gaining on the truck with unreal speed. âGive him Hell!â He called before the three of them began unloading carelessly firing their rifles towards the Motorcyclist. Despite the hail of bullets The rider continued his pursuit getting closer to the truck until a chain came flying from his hand catching and destroying the back tire.
With the sudden loss of its rear wheel the truck came to a grinding halt throwing those riding on the outside further up the street. The Mysterious rider came to a much more controlled and intentional stop before stepping off the motorcycle and stepping towards the now injured men. His boot steps seemed to Echo unnaturally through the night air coming to a slow stop beside the drivers door of the truck.
The driver's eyes slowly flickered with life trying his best to recover from the crash that resulted in his head slamming against the wheel. With a groan he sat upright and turned his head to look out the driver's window but paused when he saw Eliasâs face staring at him with eyes of burning ember.
Eliasâs Fist punched through the glass with ease and grabbed a handful of his shirt. With a stern and emotionless face Elias pulled the man through the now broken window and hurled him across the street slamming him into a light post. Satisfied with seeing the man's limp body drop to the asphalt Elias turned his attention to the last remaining gangster.
For his part the gangster was doing his best to crawl away from Elias hoping to potentially save himself the fate that had just befallen his comrades. âJust let me go please. I⌠I don't deserve to die please.â The man began to plead, noticing that Elias had set his burning sight on him.
âEveryone says that.â Were the only words spoken as the burning embers in his eyes spread to the rest of his head burning away the skin with an agonizing roar leaving only the flaming skull of the rider. With a final few steps the rider grabbed the man's shirt with both hands clean, lifting him off the ground and staring deep into his soul. âTime to pay for your sins!â
The man's screams only lasted a moment before the deed was done and the rider dropped his body to the ground. The rider took a step back hunching over slightly as if in pain once again. The flames around his skull died down until they had vanished all together and his skin had regrown over the bone returning him to normal. He kept his eyes closed for a moment attempting to relax and relieve the tension in his body.
âThat's our last ride for a bit I believe. I doubt the doctor would approve of it on school grounds.â stepping away from the scene Elias whistled calling the motorcycle to his side. The sound of distant sirens began to draw closer. Not wanting to stay for that interaction, Elias stepped onto the motorcycle giving the scene one last look with a hint of penance in his eyes before driving off into the night.
"If you're fast enough you might just outrun the devil. Let's ride!"
Real Name: Elias Evans.
Age: 18.
Gender: Male
Alias/Nicknames: Ghost Rider
Color Choice: f26522.
Appearance: Elias is a well built teenager that has an athletic build from his years of playing sports. His outfit almost never changes, consisting of a plain white T-shirt tucked into a pair of either dark blue or black jeans. The jeans themselves are then usually tucked into his heavy leather riding boots. He completes the look with his Leather jacket that is always on him regardless of the weather and that he is rather protective of. The only thing that he might be more protective and secretive about is the Silver ring he wears on a necklace around his neck.
Elias is unrecognizable however when he does transform with the exception of his clothes. When he first transforms his eyes turn to a burning orange like embers on a hot fire. Seconds after this the very skins begin to peel and burn away until only a skull wrapped in fire remains where his head once stood. This applies to the rest of Eliasâs body, though most of it is covered so the flaming skull is typically the only portion people see. Elias rarely speaks in this form, but if he does the voice becomes much deeper mixing with the spirit's voice.
Personality: Elias is a serious individual who can come off as standoffish or unfriendly to most people who see him. To an extent this description isn't wrong, but it isn't entirely correct either. Elias likes to keep to himself and spends most of his free time working on or cleaning his motorcycle when he isnât allowed to go out for a ride. Thatâs not to say Elias isnât a friendly person or doesnât enjoy being around people, but having a spirit of vengeance in place of a soul does affect oneâs ability to be ânormalâ around others. To the few that he does call friends Elias is the definition of loyal, willing to drop everything and drive across country to help if they need anything.
History: There are many people in the world that will use the saying âMade a deal with the devilâ though few ever actually think that as a possibility, or that anyone would be stupid enough to do it. Elias however is that someone. Why exactly he would sell his soul as he claims is a secret left only to him, and the spirit of the rider.
The parts not blacked out of his file tell a story of a happy young kid who grew up in Boston Massachusetts with his family in a cozy little home. His Father worked as a police officer while his Mother stayed home to watch over him and his little sister as they grew. For most of their lives they lived the stereotypical middle american life. They were neither poor nor wealthy, just slightly above comfortable and happy with their lot in life. Eliasâs father did his best to raise his kids well and teach them right from wrong even as the world around them seems to grow crazier by the day.
To his father credit most of his teachings did the trick when it came to Elias. He got good grades, rarely got in trouble and found himself as a varsity starter on his highschools hockey team. As a reward of sorts for these accomplishments Elias was given his motorcycle on the day he turned 16. That motorcycle quickly became like a second love for Elias who spent just about every moment he could working on it or riding it long into the night. It was none of these late night rides that would change Elias forever.
It was a warm summer night as Elias pulled up to the house to see the front door wide open and a strange car blocking his driveway. A sinking feeling hit his stomach as he rushed inside to witness the horror of what had unfolded in his short absence. His family was sprawled out on the floor covered in blood clearly in the midst of attempting to run before having been gunned down. Elias barely had time to process what his eyes saw before he felt the pain in his torso and his feet were lifted off the ground by the impact of a shotgun shell.
What happened in a millisecond to the world seemed to take ages in Eliasâs mind. The image of his family dead plastered in front of him taunting him and mocking him. What was once sadness quickly turned to anger and blood boiling rage as the realization began to set in. But then, Elias heard a voice. A faint quiet voice that asked if he wanted vengeance for what happened. If he wanted to make those that did this pay for their actions?
On the official report the tragic death of the Evans family was ruled a B&E that resulted in not only the murder of the family but also the house being set aflame. The suspects were never found, however three members of the Evans family were found layed respectfully on the front lawn. The son was never found and was presumed to have died in the fire but an unidentified good samaritan was seen leaving the fire on a motorcycle.
Powerset:
- Superhuman Strength - Coming from his divine power the rider is able to use his immense strength to go toe to toe with even some of the strongest of opponents or lift several tons despite his lack of actual muscle.
- Superhuman Durability - Being a walking skeleton the rider is able to endure much more damage than most would. Most conventional weapons have little to no effect on him with bullets simply passing through him and blades simply cutting his jacket (Which he hates).
- Regenerative Factor - This more applies to Elias in his human form as the rider itself rarely takes damage itself. If Elias is injured at any time the spire of the rider will begin healing the wound to ensure it doesn't lose the host it claims to be a perfect fit.
- Basic Hellfire Creation - One of his newer and less refined powers, Elias is able to create small spheres of hellfire and hurl them at his targets. Elias has shown a slight aptitude for controlling this power outside of his transformed state, though to a much lesser degree then it's already basic form.
- Penance stare - Possibly the strongest power any rider ever possesses also comes with the heaviest restriction. Just by being the host of the rider Elias is able to feel and detect the sin around him to an extent. This however is a more directed form of the power that allows him to peer into the soul of one individual. Should the Rider deem the sins of an individual to be true and great he is able to turn the pain and suffering on the person as they feel what they have caused hundred-fold. The main restriction obviously is that this can only be used on those that have committed grave sins however there is another that is surprising to both the Rider and Elias. For some unexplainable reason in order for the Penance stare to work, both the rider and Elias have to agree on using it.
- Ride symbiosis - Elias has a special connection to his motorcycle that has only grown once he accepted the Spirits deal. One of the benefits of this while he is in control of his motorcycle is that it will repair most of the damage it sustains and is able to drive itself to a limited degree. Beyond the motorcycle however any vehicle Elias touches can be transformed similar to his motorcycle.
Equipment/Paraphernalia:
- Motorcycle: Eliasâs pride and joy. A gift from his father when he turned 16, Elias has never been far from it and is his main mode of transportation. Even the rider seems to have grown fond of the vehicle often opting to make it his hell cycle when he transforms.
- Chain: A favored weapon for the rider, a simple chain is quite the important tool when combined with hellfire. Itâs main use is to allow Elias to reach his targets that try to run or stay out of his reach. When it is not being used the chain typically is wrapped across his chest and one shoulder.
Weaknesses:
- In the backseat: Possibly the biggest weakness that Elias must overcome is the simple fact that he doesn't have full control over the rider. While transformed Elias can influence and has a large say in what he does but it is very easy for the spirit to override him if he's not careful. On top of this Elias also struggles with actually stopping the rider from coming out when it wants.
- Rider's power: Similar to the previous point, Elias doesn't have any powers on his own. Sure the spirit of vengeance has enhanced him above the average human in terms of physical attributes. However in the world of heroes and villains his âhumanâ form lacks the kind of raw power that most have at their beck and call.
- Restricted powers: Whether it's because of his relative young age or his constant bouts with the rider, Elias doesn't have the full access to the powers of a normal Ghost rider. With more training and control it is possible that he can unlock more of the powers used to bring vengeance to the world but as it stands the only way to achieve the higher end powers is to give control over to the rider. An idea that terrifies him to his core if he is honest.
- Sin detector: Since making the deal and accepting the raiders power, Elias Is able to feel the sins of people around him to an extent. While most petty issues are unnoticeable, the larger and more evil the sin, the harder it is for Elias to ignore. In some cases the rider has forced himself out especially when the target is related to the original deal.
Issue #0/Testing Post:
âCome on Come on, drive faster, he's gaining on us.â a man with a bandana covering his face yelled from the bed of a truck as it raced through the empty streets recklessly. The two men standing beside him in the bed of the truck kept their eyes scanning across the streets while their knuckles began to turn white from the force of gripping their rifles so tightly.
âHey I see him. Back there!â one of the gangsters called out as he pointed to the lone motorcycle quickly gaining on the truck with unreal speed. âGive him Hell!â He called before the three of them began unloading carelessly firing their rifles towards the Motorcyclist. Despite the hail of bullets The rider continued his pursuit getting closer to the truck until a chain came flying from his hand catching and destroying the back tire.
With the sudden loss of its rear wheel the truck came to a grinding halt throwing those riding on the outside further up the street. The Mysterious rider came to a much more controlled and intentional stop before stepping off the motorcycle and stepping towards the now injured men. His boot steps seemed to Echo unnaturally through the night air coming to a slow stop beside the drivers door of the truck.
The driver's eyes slowly flickered with life trying his best to recover from the crash that resulted in his head slamming against the wheel. With a groan he sat upright and turned his head to look out the driver's window but paused when he saw Eliasâs face staring at him with eyes of burning ember.
Eliasâs Fist punched through the glass with ease and grabbed a handful of his shirt. With a stern and emotionless face Elias pulled the man through the now broken window and hurled him across the street slamming him into a light post. Satisfied with seeing the man's limp body drop to the asphalt Elias turned his attention to the last remaining gangster.
For his part the gangster was doing his best to crawl away from Elias hoping to potentially save himself the fate that had just befallen his comrades. âJust let me go please. I⌠I don't deserve to die please.â The man began to plead, noticing that Elias had set his burning sight on him.
âEveryone says that.â Were the only words spoken as the burning embers in his eyes spread to the rest of his head burning away the skin with an agonizing roar leaving only the flaming skull of the rider. With a final few steps the rider grabbed the man's shirt with both hands clean, lifting him off the ground and staring deep into his soul. âTime to pay for your sins!â
The man's screams only lasted a moment before the deed was done and the rider dropped his body to the ground. The rider took a step back hunching over slightly as if in pain once again. The flames around his skull died down until they had vanished all together and his skin had regrown over the bone returning him to normal. He kept his eyes closed for a moment attempting to relax and relieve the tension in his body.
âThat's our last ride for a bit I believe. I doubt the doctor would approve of it on school grounds.â stepping away from the scene Elias whistled calling the motorcycle to his side. The sound of distant sirens began to draw closer. Not wanting to stay for that interaction, Elias stepped onto the motorcycle giving the scene one last look with a hint of penance in his eyes before driving off into the night.
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Hi! Interested in playing, mostly wrote up a sheet for Laura Kinney, just working on the sample post!
Includes some stuff for Logan though so thought I'd share now just for visibility on that.
Real Name: Laura Kinney
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Alias/Nicknames: Wolverine, Previously X-23.
Appearance: Much like her genetic father, Laura Kinney is not particularly tall, standing at 5'1, she is never the less somewhat closer to average height, relatively, than Logan. In most other hereditary aspects she resembles her mother, sporting the same green eyes and a striking facial resemblance. Despite being raised as a brutal weapon, and many such dramatic events from a young age, Laura has maintains long black hair with surprisingly gentle care, one of the few 'normal' activities she shared with her mother carrying on into her life as a whole. Throughout her childhood and early to mid adolescence Laura has been wiry, almost lanky (despite her height) in build, little more than the muscle required for her designed role as a living weapon. Whether a planned part of her 'progamming,' her natural development, the fact she quite commonly pushes into five digits with her daily calorie intake or a combination of all of the above, Laura has quite dramatically developed into a shapely, if athletic, young woman over the last year and a half. Having a bit of a reputation for being a 'weird goth child' the sudden glow up is something no doubt noted by other students, to which the young woman herself remains oblivious, uncaring, or both.
Personality: While Logan had little to do with Laura's early life, one could be forgiven for thinking otherwise. Much like her father, Laura is brash, prone to anger and possess a grim sense of humour. A matter of debate, but it may seem she has even less patience than the famous firebrand that is the original Wolverine. Despite this, Laura takes considerable effort to attempt to control her more violent urges, tying into her great loathing of feeling like the weapon she was created to be. She may not be a hugely popular or social person, but those she does care about she does so intensely, easily willing and able to put aside her own feelings on matters to enjoy things on another's behalf. Most of all, she is driven to prove she is worthy of her father's legacy, and worthy of being considered a person rather than simply the assassin she was forged to be.
History: Laura Kinney, codenamed X-23, was born in a secret laboratory hidden deep within the heart of the Weapon X program. The facility was dedicated to the sinister purpose of creating genetically enhanced super-soldiers. Since the only genetic sample from Weapon X was damaged, Sarah Kinney, the lead geneticist on the project, was unable to salvage the Y chromosome. Kinney proposed the creation of a female genetic twin. Her request was initially denied. After 22 failed attempts at reconstituting the DNA using a duplicate X chromosome, the 23rd sample yielded a viable sample to combine with an embryo. Although Kinney was allowed to proceed, she was force to act as the surrogate mother of the specimen. For nine months, Kinney's every move was monitored. Finally, she gave birth to "X-23." It was Sarah who gave 'the experiment' her name, Laura. While heavily monitored and forced into a childhood program that focused on raising her to fight and kill, Sarah tried to provide a more humane approach where she could. While this was ultimately futile in preventing the conditioning, it did mean that Laura bonded with Sarah.
The worst treatments were to come once Laura reached her seventh birthday. Not willing to wait for Laura's mutant gifts to manifest during the usual time frame of early adolescence, the Weapon X program exposed her to radiation poisoning to activate her healing factor. Once this was successful, the true horror began, with Laura's claws, having developed two hand-claws and a single foot spike, being removed, coated with adamantium and surgically reattached. Having learned from previous experiments that applying the full adamantium skeleton on a growing child with a healing factor ended in disaster, the program developed a bio-metallic weave of adamantium, secretly based on technology gathered from the remains of the Ultron project, and applied this to Laura's skeleton instead. While still creating great suffering in the process of growth, it would no longer restrict the skeleton from growing and allowing Laura to reach maturity. The finally element of Laura's conditioning was the teaching of a 'trigger scent' a specific chemical combination which would send X-23 into a violent rage upon encountering it, honing in on the source as a target.
As soon as Laura had recovered from the harrowing surgical procedures, she was put into the field, at not even 10 years old being hired out as the premium method of assassination and other wetwork missions. Laura's already violent upbringing only escalated, and increasingly what humanity she had began to slip away. Unbeknownst to Laura, and even Sarah to an extent, a power struggle was brewing within the Weapon-X program. The project lead, Doctor Sutter, against the man who had been his protege, Doctor Rice.
During this time, Sarah's niece Megan was abducted by a serial killer; she smuggled X-23 out of the facility to rescue her. X-23 tracked the abductor to his apartment, killed him, and freed Megan. Sarah was fired when she returned and was escorted off the base. Shortly thereafter, Rice assigned X-23 to eliminate Sutter and his family. He ordered her to keep it secret. X-23 revealed to Sarah that Rice was responsible for the murders. Before Sarah left, Rice revealed a chamber containing the incubation pods for subjects X-24 through X-50.
Sarah drafted a letter to her daughter, assigning her a final mission: destroy the pods and kill Rice. X-23 succeeded and met her mother, and they prepared to flee. However, prior to his death, Rice exposed Sarah to the trigger scent. X-23 went into a murderous frenzy and killed her mother. As she lay dying, Sarah told X-23 that her name was Laura and that she loved her, and handed her the letter and pictures of Charles Xavier, Wolverine, and the Xavier Institute.
During her attempts to reach the Xavier Institute, Laura had to evade pursuit on multiple fronts. While she had succeeded in destroying (at least her facility) the Weapon X program, many of its financial backers became aware of her part and her existence, seeking to reclaim her as a part of their investment. At the same time, SHIELD had become aware of her role in various murders during her time acting on behalf of the program, and so both, for very different reasons, looked to capture her. This ultimately resulted in a stand off outside the Xavier Institute, as so close to her end goal she was cornered. The X-Men themselves may not have acted, were it not for Logan immediately identifying Laura's healing factor and claws as hallmarks of his own genetics, and no doubt another survivor of the Weapon-X program. With her mutant identity confirmed, the X-Men stepped in, declaring the young woman to be under their protection. While this did much to prevent the more nefarious elements from acting on that day, SHEILD was not so easily placated, and the process of proving that Laura was as much a victim of foul forces as her targets had been were lengthy.
The willingness of Charles Xavier to play along with the politics of the situation was a key factor in Logan eventually leaving the X-Men to temporarily join the Avengers, and similarly placed Laura in a twilight zone of loyalties. She well understands the plight of her fellow mutants and the need for the X-Men, but nevertheless understands the Avengers weariness towards them. When the Avengers Academy was founded, Logan approached his daughter to be one of a number of mutants that would instead take part in that program as an effort to further integrate mutant superheroes with their human and metahuman counterparts, and even beyond their growing familial bond, she was keen to agree.
Having taken her first steps as a now publicly known hero, and with Logan taking on a mentor role, Laura has begun to use the name 'Wolverine' a title passed on by Logan in recognition of his faith in her.
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Sample Post
"Whole lot of nothing out here." A rock wasn't a particularly comfy seat either, but it would suffice, as Laura looked over the surrounding area. A great swathe of Nevada stretched out before her, and as commented, not much else. Not much else beyond the burned-out shell of a structure behind her, built into the rocky slope.
"Wouldn't be much of a secret rogue installation if they built it in a mall." Logan drew close enough to offer comment, which given the two mutants in question, was still a fair distance, their enhanced senses more than making up for the span of meters. Logan dropped the now empty fuel can he had been carrying, casting it aside as he drew closer to the young woman waiting for him in the baking desert heat.
"I get that, but what if you get bored of evil facility cafeteria food? Can't even grab a bit of doordash?" Laura grinned just a little as she stood up and stretched, working the tension out of muscles that were still feeling her hardwired propensity to violence. Even after the pair had just 'overseen' the shutting down of another sleeper-cell facility of the project which had, in different decades, shaped both of their lives, her altered physiology called for more violence. It proved useful in the next moment, however, as she caught a projectile aimed straight for her face. A projectile which turned out to be a Rocky road bar. Shortly unwrapped and the first bite taken, Laura never the less furnished Logan with a raised eyebrow.
"You joke about food when you're hungry, which is most of the time." The man replied with a grunt, taken up a seat on the rock Laura had only just vacated.
"Screw you old man." She retorted between bites, yet still leant towards him, one hand atop his shoulder as she used Logan as a stand for balance, studying again the whole load of nothing which made up this particular isolated valley of Nevada.
In countless previous exchanges Logan would have reposted in similar kind, but on this occassion he was silent, studying Laura for a few moments before nodding, with the ghost of a smile. "Suppose I am getting on a bit."
The sudden bought of severity, even of a warm kind, caught her off guard, and she couldnât quite hide or shrug off the sudden frown of concentration across her features. [color=gold]âWhatâs eating you then?â[/color=gold] While not obviously warm, there was no true harshness to her.
âThis is the last facility we have a lead on, might even be the actual end of the project.â The pair of them rarely said the actual words, rarely gave the infamous Weapon-X program the validation of their recognition, but it had defined both of their lives. As the pair had began to drift from the Xavier Institute, they had refocused on putting a stop to the myriad of sleeper cells and successor programs that had cropped up in the years since the last major attempt to resurrect the weapon program. In the twisted manner of Logan and Lauraâs lives, this was something close to the father and daughter bonding that the circumstances of their lives had robbed them of.
âHeads of the Hydra.â She mused with a pessimistic tone, but it did not betray true fear or regret for that. For all the importance of eradicating the program, she had enjoyed the simplicity of the last few months, and the chance to spend time with her gene-father without the wider moralizing of Xavier.
âMaybe, but this isnât the way to find who you are, to be the best person you could be.â Loganâs tone held a rare hint of hope, a belief in a future that could be. âThe Stark foundation are setting up an Academy, training the next generation of those who might make a difference. Theyâve asked me to teach, but Iâve said they can stick the job if they donât take you into the program.â He drew closer as he spoke, placing one hand on her shoulder, the claws of his hand retreating within the sheathe of his own skin. âAnd if Iâm retiring to some cushy tenure, I want you to have this.â His other hand moved to the prongs of his cowl, pulling it free to hold over the yellow and black mask of his suit.
A thousand and one comments passed through her mind, silly jokes and retorts to diffuse the chance of true emotion, but instead she pulled her arms around him, hugging close to the man she had once cursed the name of. âThank you Logan,â
âYouâre welcome, Wolverine.â
Includes some stuff for Logan though so thought I'd share now just for visibility on that.
â The Wolverine â
â The Best At What She Does â
"I'm not X-23, I'm not your property. You are the last person who will ever think they can own me. No one owns me! I'm not a thing. I'm Laura Kinney! I'm the Daughter of Sarah. I'm the daughter of Logan. I'm Wolverine!"
Real Name: Laura Kinney
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Alias/Nicknames: Wolverine, Previously X-23.
Appearance: Much like her genetic father, Laura Kinney is not particularly tall, standing at 5'1, she is never the less somewhat closer to average height, relatively, than Logan. In most other hereditary aspects she resembles her mother, sporting the same green eyes and a striking facial resemblance. Despite being raised as a brutal weapon, and many such dramatic events from a young age, Laura has maintains long black hair with surprisingly gentle care, one of the few 'normal' activities she shared with her mother carrying on into her life as a whole. Throughout her childhood and early to mid adolescence Laura has been wiry, almost lanky (despite her height) in build, little more than the muscle required for her designed role as a living weapon. Whether a planned part of her 'progamming,' her natural development, the fact she quite commonly pushes into five digits with her daily calorie intake or a combination of all of the above, Laura has quite dramatically developed into a shapely, if athletic, young woman over the last year and a half. Having a bit of a reputation for being a 'weird goth child' the sudden glow up is something no doubt noted by other students, to which the young woman herself remains oblivious, uncaring, or both.
Personality: While Logan had little to do with Laura's early life, one could be forgiven for thinking otherwise. Much like her father, Laura is brash, prone to anger and possess a grim sense of humour. A matter of debate, but it may seem she has even less patience than the famous firebrand that is the original Wolverine. Despite this, Laura takes considerable effort to attempt to control her more violent urges, tying into her great loathing of feeling like the weapon she was created to be. She may not be a hugely popular or social person, but those she does care about she does so intensely, easily willing and able to put aside her own feelings on matters to enjoy things on another's behalf. Most of all, she is driven to prove she is worthy of her father's legacy, and worthy of being considered a person rather than simply the assassin she was forged to be.
History: Laura Kinney, codenamed X-23, was born in a secret laboratory hidden deep within the heart of the Weapon X program. The facility was dedicated to the sinister purpose of creating genetically enhanced super-soldiers. Since the only genetic sample from Weapon X was damaged, Sarah Kinney, the lead geneticist on the project, was unable to salvage the Y chromosome. Kinney proposed the creation of a female genetic twin. Her request was initially denied. After 22 failed attempts at reconstituting the DNA using a duplicate X chromosome, the 23rd sample yielded a viable sample to combine with an embryo. Although Kinney was allowed to proceed, she was force to act as the surrogate mother of the specimen. For nine months, Kinney's every move was monitored. Finally, she gave birth to "X-23." It was Sarah who gave 'the experiment' her name, Laura. While heavily monitored and forced into a childhood program that focused on raising her to fight and kill, Sarah tried to provide a more humane approach where she could. While this was ultimately futile in preventing the conditioning, it did mean that Laura bonded with Sarah.
The worst treatments were to come once Laura reached her seventh birthday. Not willing to wait for Laura's mutant gifts to manifest during the usual time frame of early adolescence, the Weapon X program exposed her to radiation poisoning to activate her healing factor. Once this was successful, the true horror began, with Laura's claws, having developed two hand-claws and a single foot spike, being removed, coated with adamantium and surgically reattached. Having learned from previous experiments that applying the full adamantium skeleton on a growing child with a healing factor ended in disaster, the program developed a bio-metallic weave of adamantium, secretly based on technology gathered from the remains of the Ultron project, and applied this to Laura's skeleton instead. While still creating great suffering in the process of growth, it would no longer restrict the skeleton from growing and allowing Laura to reach maturity. The finally element of Laura's conditioning was the teaching of a 'trigger scent' a specific chemical combination which would send X-23 into a violent rage upon encountering it, honing in on the source as a target.
As soon as Laura had recovered from the harrowing surgical procedures, she was put into the field, at not even 10 years old being hired out as the premium method of assassination and other wetwork missions. Laura's already violent upbringing only escalated, and increasingly what humanity she had began to slip away. Unbeknownst to Laura, and even Sarah to an extent, a power struggle was brewing within the Weapon-X program. The project lead, Doctor Sutter, against the man who had been his protege, Doctor Rice.
During this time, Sarah's niece Megan was abducted by a serial killer; she smuggled X-23 out of the facility to rescue her. X-23 tracked the abductor to his apartment, killed him, and freed Megan. Sarah was fired when she returned and was escorted off the base. Shortly thereafter, Rice assigned X-23 to eliminate Sutter and his family. He ordered her to keep it secret. X-23 revealed to Sarah that Rice was responsible for the murders. Before Sarah left, Rice revealed a chamber containing the incubation pods for subjects X-24 through X-50.
Sarah drafted a letter to her daughter, assigning her a final mission: destroy the pods and kill Rice. X-23 succeeded and met her mother, and they prepared to flee. However, prior to his death, Rice exposed Sarah to the trigger scent. X-23 went into a murderous frenzy and killed her mother. As she lay dying, Sarah told X-23 that her name was Laura and that she loved her, and handed her the letter and pictures of Charles Xavier, Wolverine, and the Xavier Institute.
During her attempts to reach the Xavier Institute, Laura had to evade pursuit on multiple fronts. While she had succeeded in destroying (at least her facility) the Weapon X program, many of its financial backers became aware of her part and her existence, seeking to reclaim her as a part of their investment. At the same time, SHIELD had become aware of her role in various murders during her time acting on behalf of the program, and so both, for very different reasons, looked to capture her. This ultimately resulted in a stand off outside the Xavier Institute, as so close to her end goal she was cornered. The X-Men themselves may not have acted, were it not for Logan immediately identifying Laura's healing factor and claws as hallmarks of his own genetics, and no doubt another survivor of the Weapon-X program. With her mutant identity confirmed, the X-Men stepped in, declaring the young woman to be under their protection. While this did much to prevent the more nefarious elements from acting on that day, SHEILD was not so easily placated, and the process of proving that Laura was as much a victim of foul forces as her targets had been were lengthy.
The willingness of Charles Xavier to play along with the politics of the situation was a key factor in Logan eventually leaving the X-Men to temporarily join the Avengers, and similarly placed Laura in a twilight zone of loyalties. She well understands the plight of her fellow mutants and the need for the X-Men, but nevertheless understands the Avengers weariness towards them. When the Avengers Academy was founded, Logan approached his daughter to be one of a number of mutants that would instead take part in that program as an effort to further integrate mutant superheroes with their human and metahuman counterparts, and even beyond their growing familial bond, she was keen to agree.
Having taken her first steps as a now publicly known hero, and with Logan taking on a mentor role, Laura has begun to use the name 'Wolverine' a title passed on by Logan in recognition of his faith in her.
Powerset:
- Regenerative Healing Factor - Laura's primary mutant power is her healing factor, derived from Logan's genetic code. Just as powerful as her father's, Laura is able to fully heal massive damage, even able to reattach or regrow limbs. It has yet to be tested if she can fully regrow from as little surviving material as Logan, but there is so far no reason to suggest otherwise. Her healing factor, somewhat differently to Logan, seems to fluctuate with her mental state.
- Accute Senses - Laura has far greater vision, hearing and sense of smell than a baseline human, being comparable to various predatory animals. The most notable improvement is her ability to track scents, being so advanced that she can smell high cholesterol in blood samples, or detect previously undiagnosed illnesses, much akin to some service canines.
- Superhuman agility/reflexes - A combination of extensive training and her increased abilities, Laura is far more agile and with much faster reflexes than even a highly trained human.
- Claws/Skeleton - Laura possess four sets of claws, double claws on her hands and single claws on her feet. These are coated entirely in adamantium as well as naturally being hardier and sharper than human bone. Each use of them creates punctures in her skin, but these are quickly healed. Similar, but not identically, to Logan, Laura's skeleton is covered in a semi-biological weave of adamantium, formed by the same construction process as the biomechanical skinweave of Ultron. This makes her incredibly hardy, as well as heavy.
- Psychic Defences - Whether a result of her healing factor or intensive conditioning, Laura is remarkably resistant to psychic attacks, probes and control. Far from a true immunity, it simply takes even powerful telepaths a concerted effort to read or control her.
Equipment/Paraphernalia:
- Wolverine Suit - Laura now wears a suit of similar design to her father's iconic Wolverine suit. It is highly resistant to damage, heat and cold (if not quite as much as the woman who wears it) as well as being largely porous in order to not restrict her movements and keen senses.
Weaknesses:
- Anger/Impatience: Laura was raised to be a killer, to put the mission above all else. While she has worked hard to break down the conditioning placed upon her, this still manifests as a heightened sense of aggression and impatience to 'get the job done' whatever that task might be.
- Kill Scent: The kill scent that was used by the Weapon X program to control Laura is still very much 'out there' and so far even mind control will not prevent Laura from aggressively seeking to kill the source, her body working entirely independently of her mind to complete the programming.
- Heavy: While not always a true weakness, Laura is incredibly dense, the adamantium across her bones and claws causing her to weigh far more than her frame might suggest. Swimming is almost impossible beyond a few brief moments, along with other tasks which require bouyancy/a lack of weight.
Sample Post
"Whole lot of nothing out here." A rock wasn't a particularly comfy seat either, but it would suffice, as Laura looked over the surrounding area. A great swathe of Nevada stretched out before her, and as commented, not much else. Not much else beyond the burned-out shell of a structure behind her, built into the rocky slope.
"Wouldn't be much of a secret rogue installation if they built it in a mall." Logan drew close enough to offer comment, which given the two mutants in question, was still a fair distance, their enhanced senses more than making up for the span of meters. Logan dropped the now empty fuel can he had been carrying, casting it aside as he drew closer to the young woman waiting for him in the baking desert heat.
"I get that, but what if you get bored of evil facility cafeteria food? Can't even grab a bit of doordash?" Laura grinned just a little as she stood up and stretched, working the tension out of muscles that were still feeling her hardwired propensity to violence. Even after the pair had just 'overseen' the shutting down of another sleeper-cell facility of the project which had, in different decades, shaped both of their lives, her altered physiology called for more violence. It proved useful in the next moment, however, as she caught a projectile aimed straight for her face. A projectile which turned out to be a Rocky road bar. Shortly unwrapped and the first bite taken, Laura never the less furnished Logan with a raised eyebrow.
"You joke about food when you're hungry, which is most of the time." The man replied with a grunt, taken up a seat on the rock Laura had only just vacated.
"Screw you old man." She retorted between bites, yet still leant towards him, one hand atop his shoulder as she used Logan as a stand for balance, studying again the whole load of nothing which made up this particular isolated valley of Nevada.
In countless previous exchanges Logan would have reposted in similar kind, but on this occassion he was silent, studying Laura for a few moments before nodding, with the ghost of a smile. "Suppose I am getting on a bit."
The sudden bought of severity, even of a warm kind, caught her off guard, and she couldnât quite hide or shrug off the sudden frown of concentration across her features. [color=gold]âWhatâs eating you then?â[/color=gold] While not obviously warm, there was no true harshness to her.
âThis is the last facility we have a lead on, might even be the actual end of the project.â The pair of them rarely said the actual words, rarely gave the infamous Weapon-X program the validation of their recognition, but it had defined both of their lives. As the pair had began to drift from the Xavier Institute, they had refocused on putting a stop to the myriad of sleeper cells and successor programs that had cropped up in the years since the last major attempt to resurrect the weapon program. In the twisted manner of Logan and Lauraâs lives, this was something close to the father and daughter bonding that the circumstances of their lives had robbed them of.
âHeads of the Hydra.â She mused with a pessimistic tone, but it did not betray true fear or regret for that. For all the importance of eradicating the program, she had enjoyed the simplicity of the last few months, and the chance to spend time with her gene-father without the wider moralizing of Xavier.
âMaybe, but this isnât the way to find who you are, to be the best person you could be.â Loganâs tone held a rare hint of hope, a belief in a future that could be. âThe Stark foundation are setting up an Academy, training the next generation of those who might make a difference. Theyâve asked me to teach, but Iâve said they can stick the job if they donât take you into the program.â He drew closer as he spoke, placing one hand on her shoulder, the claws of his hand retreating within the sheathe of his own skin. âAnd if Iâm retiring to some cushy tenure, I want you to have this.â His other hand moved to the prongs of his cowl, pulling it free to hold over the yellow and black mask of his suit.
A thousand and one comments passed through her mind, silly jokes and retorts to diffuse the chance of true emotion, but instead she pulled her arms around him, hugging close to the man she had once cursed the name of. âThank you Logan,â
âYouâre welcome, Wolverine.â
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Qia A Little Weasel
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"Don't call me Antgirl."
Real Name: Mia Thompson
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Alias/Nicknames: Black Viper
Color Choice: Green (I think black would be too hard to see in writing)
Appearance: Mia is a lithe and agile young woman, graced with light-brown eyes and standing at a height of 5'6". Her physique boasts a lean and athletic build that mirrors her dedication to heroics. Ebony hair, typically kept in a tidy bun, adds a touch of elegance to her appearance. In her day-to-day life, she opts for casual attire, favouring comfortable choices like jeans and tank tops. Mia is also careful to conceal the two antennae-like protrusions on her head, reserving their unique features for her superhero persona.
Personality: Mia is renowned for her spunky, free-spirited, and adventurous nature, always ready for the next thrilling challenge. Her outgoing and quick-witted personality makes her a lively presence at the Avengers Academy. Motivated by a deep desire to harness her unique powers for the greater good and contribute to a safer world, Mia approaches her studies with unwavering confidence and resourcefulness. She thrives in high-pressure scenarios and is ever-eager to extend a helping hand to anyone in need.
History: Mia's journey began as a diligent student at a prestigious research university, where secret experiments involving the genetic alteration of various insects unfolded behind tightly sealed doors. Inquisitive by nature, she often explored the university's labyrinthine facilities, seeking out hidden mysteries. One fateful day, her curiosity led her down an unexpected path as she stumbled upon the wrong room. In a twist of fate, she was bitten by an experimental ant, an event that would forever change her life.
The ant's bite bestowed upon Mia an array of unique abilities, a fascinating blend of powers that bore both similarities and distinctions from the conventional Spider-Man abilities. As her newfound gifts began to manifest, she embarked on a journey of self-discovery, exploring the limits of her enhanced agility, wall-crawling prowess, and remarkable capacity to communicate with and command ants. These extraordinary talents set her apart, and she found herself teetering on the precipice of a destiny far grander than she could have ever imagined.
Mia's transformation was not without its challenges, however. The exhilarating thrill of wall-crawling and the rush of commanding her arthropod allies came hand in hand with newfound responsibilities. She realized the potential of her abilities to make a meaningful impact on the world, and with that realization came an unwavering determination to harness her powers for the greater good. Inspired by her parents, who had instilled in her the values of compassion and altruism, Mia resolved to follow the path of a hero.
Powerset:
Ant Physiology: Mia possesses the physical traits and abilities of an ant. This includes enhanced strength relative to her size, allowing her to lift and carry objects many times her weight. She can also crawl on walls and ceilings with ease, much like an ant.
Antenna Sense: Mia has heightened sensory perception through her concealed antennae-like protrusions. She can detect vibrations, sounds, and even faint scents in her vicinity, making her extremely alert and able to navigate through challenging situations with ease. She can also use her antennae to communicate and command ants, albeit not always with success.
Acidic Sting: Mia can release a corrosive, acidic substance from her fingertips. She can use this ability defensively to create barriers or offensively to incapacitate foes. Her acidic sting can also dissolve materials and restrain adversaries.
Equipment/Paraphernalia:
Acid Projectors: Mia wears specially designed acid projectors on her wrists that allow her to release and manipulate her corrosive acid with precision. She uses them for both offensive and defensive purposes during training exercises.
Utility Belt: Her belt contains additional acid cartridges, communication devices, and tools for maintaining her acid projectors.
Weaknesses:
Limited Offensive Abilities: While her acidic sting is a potent weapon, it requires precise aim, and its effectiveness can be diminished by adversaries with protective gear.
Vulnerable to Certain Chemicals: Mia's corrosive acid can be neutralized or blocked by certain chemicals or materials.
Inexperience: Mia is still relatively new to her superhero identity, and her inexperience may lead to misjudgments and overconfidence at times.
Antennae Sensory Overload: Mia's antennae allow her to detect minute vibrations and sounds in her surroundings, providing her with an acute awareness of her environment. However, in situations with exceptionally high levels of noise or intense vibrations, her antennae can become overwhelmed. This sensory overload can disorient her, making it challenging to focus or maintain her concentration. In combat scenarios where explosions or loud noises are prevalent, she may struggle to effectively use her heightened senses, leaving her vulnerable to surprise attacks or distractions.
Training Scenario/Testing Post:
In the heart of Avengers Academy's state-of-the-art training facility, Mia found herself immersed in a rigorous combat training scenario. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the simulated battlefield. Her instructor, James 'Rhodey' Rhodes, had devised a challenging exercise to push her limits. Paired with another fellow student known for his telekinetic abilities, Mia's mission was to navigate a densely wooded area filled with obstacles and holographic adversaries. Their objective: to secure a hidden 'target' deep within the woods while thwarting the advances of their simulated enemies.
Using her wall-crawling skills, Mia quickly scaled the towering trees with ease, granting her a bird's-eye view of the battlefield. The forest's dense undergrowth posed no challenge to her enhanced agility as she gracefully moved through the terrain. The subtle vibrations sensed through her antennae also allowed her to detect approaching threats before they came into view, so the girl was not too concerned. Together with the other's telekinetic prowess, securing their objective should not be difficult at all.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, however, the training exercise intensified.
Simulated explosions and gunfire filled the air, creating a cacophony of sound that tested Mia's heightened sensory perception. Her antennae senses, finely tuned to detect vibrations, began to pick up multiple sources of movementâboth real and simulated. The frenetic pace of vibrations threatened to overwhelm her, making it increasingly challenging to distinguish between friend and foe. It was a moment of vulnerability, a weakness that Mia knew she needed to overcome at some point to be an effective hero.
Mia couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance as Rhodey's voice crackled through her earpiece then, his advice echoing through her mind. "Trust your instincts," he'd said, and while she knew he meant well, it wasn't as if she hadn't been trying. Rolling her eyes would have been a waste of precious seconds, though, so she took a deep breath instead. She needed to push past the frustration and focus. She knew that if it were easy to handle her antennae senses in the midst of chaos, she would have mastered it long ago.
As she briefly closed her eyes, Mia allowed herself a moment to recalibrate her heightened senses. She knew she couldn't afford to let the sensory overload continue to disorient her. With newfound determination coursing through her veins, she deliberately tuned out the deafening noise and honed in on the unique patterns of vibrations surrounding her. Slowly but surely, she began to regain her footing, finding her rhythm once more. She and her companion, now working seamlessly together, navigated the battlefield with precision, quickly completing the objective given to them.
đ Mia's Parents: Mark and Sarah Thompson đ
Mia has a loving and supportive relationship with her parents, Mark and Sarah. They have always encouraged her curiosity and thirst for knowledge, which led her to pursue higher education and scientific research. Mark and Sarah are genuinely proud of her achievements and the path she's chosen, even though it sometimes results in unconventional situations like the accidental insect bite that granted her unique abilities.
đ Bruce Banner (Professor Hulk; Headmaster) đ
Mia first learned about Avengers Academy through her indirect interactions with Bruce Banner, the renowned Professor Hulk and Headmaster of the academy. While she hasn't formally met him, she's heard of his remarkable intellect and contributions to the scientific community. Bruce's mention of the academy and its mission sparked Mia's interest in joining the institution.
đ Peter Parker (Spider-Man)đ
Mia has a friendly and supportive relationship with Peter Parker. She met Peter during a chance encounter in New York City while she was still coming to terms with her new abilities. Peter offered his guidance and shared his experiences as a young hero trying to balance life as a student and a crime fighter himself. He encouraged Mia to embrace her newfound powers and use them responsibly :).
Mia has a loving and supportive relationship with her parents, Mark and Sarah. They have always encouraged her curiosity and thirst for knowledge, which led her to pursue higher education and scientific research. Mark and Sarah are genuinely proud of her achievements and the path she's chosen, even though it sometimes results in unconventional situations like the accidental insect bite that granted her unique abilities.
đ Bruce Banner (Professor Hulk; Headmaster) đ
Mia first learned about Avengers Academy through her indirect interactions with Bruce Banner, the renowned Professor Hulk and Headmaster of the academy. While she hasn't formally met him, she's heard of his remarkable intellect and contributions to the scientific community. Bruce's mention of the academy and its mission sparked Mia's interest in joining the institution.
đ Peter Parker (Spider-Man)đ
Mia has a friendly and supportive relationship with Peter Parker. She met Peter during a chance encounter in New York City while she was still coming to terms with her new abilities. Peter offered his guidance and shared his experiences as a young hero trying to balance life as a student and a crime fighter himself. He encouraged Mia to embrace her newfound powers and use them responsibly :).
My favourite hero is Spider Man sooooo you know I had to have her had a good relationship with him xD (even if he's not necessarily a part of this).
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strawbsandsugar
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Not quite finished but I thought the world might want to meet her âĄ
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Real Name: Mazie Natchios Murdock
Age: 18, born on January 7th, 2024
Gender: Cisgender Female
Alias/Nicknames: She goes by Crimson Angel in many circles as this is her hero alias, many do decide to call her Angel in articles or when shouting her name in battle but it was truly her father who first called his precious daughter Angel and now the name stuck around.
Color Choice: Angel will be using the color Crimson (#ab1021) as her dialog color.
Appearance: Mazie is striking, literally. Many first notice her eyes, the blue of them the color of the hottest fire, locking onto her opponents gaze before the impact of hers fist against their body. Her skin is pale with a warm olive undertone, harkening back to her Greek heritage, although it may be too pale to remind anyone of warm Mediterranean days, mostly because her skin is always covered by tight red and black leather. Her hair is the color of a starless night sky during a new moon, pitch black, and constantly tousled from being dragged behind her at high speeds while she sails on her motorcycle. She has a petite and pert nose that is always rosy and red along with her round cheeks that denote how wind whipped they are, either from a brisk New York winter or riding recklessly without her helmet on. Her mouth, lush and red, is either going to be found pouting or wrapped around a burger for Angel has a voracious appetite. Her eating habits surprise many but seldom know just how many calories she has to consume to keep her figure. Standing at 5 feet and 9 inches, sheâs taller than most human females and her tight outfits allude to her well honed skills as a mixed martial artist. While she could argue that she has picked her wardrobe based on how easily sheâs able to move in it, it would be a lie. She mainly dresses in the colors black and red, the first to match her midnight black hair and the other out of sheer respect and love for her Murdock heritage. At her motherâs encouragement though, her tight leather outfits always seem to have either the center chest area missing or a convenient lack of cloth where her thighs are. Angel would like to pretend that she is mixing the best of both worlds, though she does find satisfaction at the amount of attention her outfits get on Instagram. If youâve had the pleasure of meeting her in person you may notice that she smells like a mixture of cedarwood, worn leather, and peppermint, a combination of spending too much time around her fatherâs offices and the oils she uses to soothe her aching muscles after training.
Personality: Angel tries to be compassionate, agreeable, and generous in all of her interactions. Yes, she is the superhero that helps a little old lady cross the street. Yes, she does volunteer with the homeless. Yes, she does bake cookies in her free time and gives them to her friends. Yes, this is all genuine and heartfelt, there is nothing she loves more than making others happy and doing work for the health and well being of those in need. Of course this comes at a cost, because it is⌠exhausting. Underneath that fair facade she keeps up as the perfect Superhero daughter she's funny, quick witted, charming, and sometimes bumbling. Of course, very few know her enough to have gotten to that part of her personality and even fewer know of the self-doubt, the angst, and the insurmountable pressure she feels under all of those smiles.
History: When Mazie Murdock was born to Elektra Natchios and Matthew Murdock, they could have sworn that time stood still. Matt held Mazie in his arms and whispered to his daughter, âthe Murdock boys may have devils inside them, but you are an angel sent to earth, my sweet girl.â
And an angel she was, inheriting both her mother and fatherâs agility along with her fathers heightened senses, she always used them to help others. A bully on the playground? Swiftly dealt with. An distressed owner looking for their dog at the park? Reunited within minutes. Mazie always lent a hand to those in need before it was even asked. She was praised constantly for her deeds by her father and her mother beamed proudly at just how much her âmini meâ had gotten her fatherâs personality.
Being the daughter of a reformed assassin and a previous vigilante, Mazie grew up knowing of her parents' double lives. She knew that she wanted to follow closely in their footsteps, knowing that both of them had hurt, anger, and grief in their hearts, but ultimately and always choosing good in the end. So Mazie knew that even though she had to fight these same feelings off, she could do it, and always choose good as well. Knowing this, she came to her parents at 14 and asked for their training in her abilities. She trained daily in-between her private tutoring lessons to finish highschool, working on honing her heightened senses as well as training extensively in many martial arts. The combination of her parents' training made her strong, wise, and deft. She was quiet in her movements, making her a perfect candidate for her mothers previous career path but she was also brave and nearly fearless like her father, stopping at nothing until her mission was done. She was proud to call them both her parents. She would follow in their footsteps for only a short time, for she would make a new name for herself as the Crimson Angel. A legacy that she would continue, but a legend she would write herself.
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Equipment/Paraphernalia:
Weaknesses:
Issue #0/Testing Post:
Sunlight reflected heavily upon the lake's surface, shining back up onto Mazieâs face and warming her cheeks. She laid lazily on the bank of the freshwater and watched as her best friends swung from ropes tied to tall trees and splashed onto the aquamarine water. Danielle liked to show off and fly a bit higher than the rope swung her to do more aerial tricks, while Ian always made the biggest cannonballs. She smiled at her friends and basked in both the warmth of the sun and their laughter.
As the final days of summer slipped away, a sense of both excitement and nostalgia filled Mazie's heart. She had spent countless summers here at the Rogersâ farm, but this one was different. She could feel her childhood slipping away from her as the sunset upon the day. This was the last summer she would spend before going to the academy, before being a hero. Anticipation swirled heavily in her stomach. Ian walked up to the bank where Mazie was sitting, âI know that look, whatâs wrong?â
Mazie blushed heavily and brushed her wet hair behind her ear, âarenât you, I donât know, at least a little nervous for the academy tomorrow?â Mazie watched as Ian sat next to her in the shallow water, she glanced with both admiration and expectation, waiting for his thoughts.
He smiled at her, the one he always saved for her when she was nervous, the one that crinkled his eyes, âof course I am,â he shoved his shoulder against her in a playful nature, âbut the excitement for this new chapter in my life wins out.â She watches him as he gazes past whatâs in front of them, as if he could see New York city right now, as if he could see the Academy itself.
Mazie looks down at her hands as they rest in her lap, languorous little water droplets slid from her thigh and back into the water, as if they remembered where they were meant to be. On the whisper of the breeze Mazie admitted, â I am afraid of losing myself,â Iâm also afraid of losing the two of you⌠the rest of her sentence lost to the late summer wind.
âThis is where youâll find yourself Mazie, this is where youâll become who you were always meant to be.â Ian grabbed her bowed head, forcing her to look into his sapphire eyes. âYouâre already kind, funny, and generous. Imagine how much more youâll grow.â The blush on her cheeks deepened as he complimented her.
âCould you just promise me one little thing?â she asked as she held her hand up to show just how tiny this ask would be.
He smiled, âanything for you, Angelâ
She giggled at the use of her childhood nickname but soon sobered as the reality hit that many more will be calling her that as her hero alias. Some in desperation, some in triumph, some as their dying breath⌠She shook her head to lose the thought.
Mazie took his hands in her, it was almost laughable how much of a size difference there was, and stared deeply and longingly into his eyes once again, âstay safe, please. Do everything in your power to keep yourself safeâŚâ
He switched places of their hands, grasping hers much more firmly in his, âalways, Angel, alwaysâŚâ
They sat there, hand in hand, and watched as the sun set upon the last day of summer, lingering on the promise kept between them.
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"I'll make my own legacy!"
Real Name: Mazie Natchios Murdock
Age: 18, born on January 7th, 2024
Gender: Cisgender Female
Alias/Nicknames: She goes by Crimson Angel in many circles as this is her hero alias, many do decide to call her Angel in articles or when shouting her name in battle but it was truly her father who first called his precious daughter Angel and now the name stuck around.
Color Choice: Angel will be using the color Crimson (#ab1021) as her dialog color.
Appearance: Mazie is striking, literally. Many first notice her eyes, the blue of them the color of the hottest fire, locking onto her opponents gaze before the impact of hers fist against their body. Her skin is pale with a warm olive undertone, harkening back to her Greek heritage, although it may be too pale to remind anyone of warm Mediterranean days, mostly because her skin is always covered by tight red and black leather. Her hair is the color of a starless night sky during a new moon, pitch black, and constantly tousled from being dragged behind her at high speeds while she sails on her motorcycle. She has a petite and pert nose that is always rosy and red along with her round cheeks that denote how wind whipped they are, either from a brisk New York winter or riding recklessly without her helmet on. Her mouth, lush and red, is either going to be found pouting or wrapped around a burger for Angel has a voracious appetite. Her eating habits surprise many but seldom know just how many calories she has to consume to keep her figure. Standing at 5 feet and 9 inches, sheâs taller than most human females and her tight outfits allude to her well honed skills as a mixed martial artist. While she could argue that she has picked her wardrobe based on how easily sheâs able to move in it, it would be a lie. She mainly dresses in the colors black and red, the first to match her midnight black hair and the other out of sheer respect and love for her Murdock heritage. At her motherâs encouragement though, her tight leather outfits always seem to have either the center chest area missing or a convenient lack of cloth where her thighs are. Angel would like to pretend that she is mixing the best of both worlds, though she does find satisfaction at the amount of attention her outfits get on Instagram. If youâve had the pleasure of meeting her in person you may notice that she smells like a mixture of cedarwood, worn leather, and peppermint, a combination of spending too much time around her fatherâs offices and the oils she uses to soothe her aching muscles after training.
Personality: Angel tries to be compassionate, agreeable, and generous in all of her interactions. Yes, she is the superhero that helps a little old lady cross the street. Yes, she does volunteer with the homeless. Yes, she does bake cookies in her free time and gives them to her friends. Yes, this is all genuine and heartfelt, there is nothing she loves more than making others happy and doing work for the health and well being of those in need. Of course this comes at a cost, because it is⌠exhausting. Underneath that fair facade she keeps up as the perfect Superhero daughter she's funny, quick witted, charming, and sometimes bumbling. Of course, very few know her enough to have gotten to that part of her personality and even fewer know of the self-doubt, the angst, and the insurmountable pressure she feels under all of those smiles.
History: When Mazie Murdock was born to Elektra Natchios and Matthew Murdock, they could have sworn that time stood still. Matt held Mazie in his arms and whispered to his daughter, âthe Murdock boys may have devils inside them, but you are an angel sent to earth, my sweet girl.â
And an angel she was, inheriting both her mother and fatherâs agility along with her fathers heightened senses, she always used them to help others. A bully on the playground? Swiftly dealt with. An distressed owner looking for their dog at the park? Reunited within minutes. Mazie always lent a hand to those in need before it was even asked. She was praised constantly for her deeds by her father and her mother beamed proudly at just how much her âmini meâ had gotten her fatherâs personality.
Being the daughter of a reformed assassin and a previous vigilante, Mazie grew up knowing of her parents' double lives. She knew that she wanted to follow closely in their footsteps, knowing that both of them had hurt, anger, and grief in their hearts, but ultimately and always choosing good in the end. So Mazie knew that even though she had to fight these same feelings off, she could do it, and always choose good as well. Knowing this, she came to her parents at 14 and asked for their training in her abilities. She trained daily in-between her private tutoring lessons to finish highschool, working on honing her heightened senses as well as training extensively in many martial arts. The combination of her parents' training made her strong, wise, and deft. She was quiet in her movements, making her a perfect candidate for her mothers previous career path but she was also brave and nearly fearless like her father, stopping at nothing until her mission was done. She was proud to call them both her parents. She would follow in their footsteps for only a short time, for she would make a new name for herself as the Crimson Angel. A legacy that she would continue, but a legend she would write herself.
Powerset:
- Heightened Senses: Angel can hear, see, smell, taste, and feel more than the average human, this has only continued to be honed over the years as this was an innate trait she was born with. This gives her an advantage in many different situations, from interpersonal relationships to battle. When she enters this meditative state of mind, reaction time slows down for her and she is able to focus on her senses so she may make a split second decision.
- Durable: It seems as though Angel is able to take a few more hits than her average human, it still hurts like hell but Murdocks always get back up.
- Martial Arts Master: Angel is well versed in multiple forms of martial arts and other various fighting styles, with teachers such as her parents and Iron Fist himself, itâs no wonder she prefers hand to hand combat. She uses a mixture of Judo, Aikido, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu mainly, because she prefers to disable opponents rather than harm them, but she has been known to accidentally let her demons out while fightingâŚ
- Chi Manipulation: Angel is able to find pressure points and disable her foes with quick taps to key points on their body to stop the flow of their energy.
Equipment/Paraphernalia:
- Ducati Panigale V4S (Angel's Wings): Affectionately called âher wingsâ Angel rides a supersport motorcycle around New York city. Capable of speeds near 185 MPH, the Crimson Angel herself leaves a red flash wherever she goes. She feels the most freedom while riding and it is her preferred mode of transportation.
- Snacks: Itâs no secret that Angel is a foodie, itâs all over her Instagram page, but somehow she always has snacks hidden on her tight leather bodysuits, no one really knows where she hides them and many donât want to ask.
Weaknesses:
- Being a plain ass human: when the world around you has superheros, mutants, and even Gods themselves, being a plain olâ human can feel daunting.
- Constraints: if her body is constrained in anyway, her only weapon is taken from her
- Her family and friends: she would do anything to keep those she loves protected
- The devil inside her: Angel always does her best to be just that, but sometimes the rage and hurt in her heart leaves room for her demons to come and play
Issue #0/Testing Post:
Sunlight reflected heavily upon the lake's surface, shining back up onto Mazieâs face and warming her cheeks. She laid lazily on the bank of the freshwater and watched as her best friends swung from ropes tied to tall trees and splashed onto the aquamarine water. Danielle liked to show off and fly a bit higher than the rope swung her to do more aerial tricks, while Ian always made the biggest cannonballs. She smiled at her friends and basked in both the warmth of the sun and their laughter.
As the final days of summer slipped away, a sense of both excitement and nostalgia filled Mazie's heart. She had spent countless summers here at the Rogersâ farm, but this one was different. She could feel her childhood slipping away from her as the sunset upon the day. This was the last summer she would spend before going to the academy, before being a hero. Anticipation swirled heavily in her stomach. Ian walked up to the bank where Mazie was sitting, âI know that look, whatâs wrong?â
Mazie blushed heavily and brushed her wet hair behind her ear, âarenât you, I donât know, at least a little nervous for the academy tomorrow?â Mazie watched as Ian sat next to her in the shallow water, she glanced with both admiration and expectation, waiting for his thoughts.
He smiled at her, the one he always saved for her when she was nervous, the one that crinkled his eyes, âof course I am,â he shoved his shoulder against her in a playful nature, âbut the excitement for this new chapter in my life wins out.â She watches him as he gazes past whatâs in front of them, as if he could see New York city right now, as if he could see the Academy itself.
Mazie looks down at her hands as they rest in her lap, languorous little water droplets slid from her thigh and back into the water, as if they remembered where they were meant to be. On the whisper of the breeze Mazie admitted, â I am afraid of losing myself,â Iâm also afraid of losing the two of you⌠the rest of her sentence lost to the late summer wind.
âThis is where youâll find yourself Mazie, this is where youâll become who you were always meant to be.â Ian grabbed her bowed head, forcing her to look into his sapphire eyes. âYouâre already kind, funny, and generous. Imagine how much more youâll grow.â The blush on her cheeks deepened as he complimented her.
âCould you just promise me one little thing?â she asked as she held her hand up to show just how tiny this ask would be.
He smiled, âanything for you, Angelâ
She giggled at the use of her childhood nickname but soon sobered as the reality hit that many more will be calling her that as her hero alias. Some in desperation, some in triumph, some as their dying breath⌠She shook her head to lose the thought.
Mazie took his hands in her, it was almost laughable how much of a size difference there was, and stared deeply and longingly into his eyes once again, âstay safe, please. Do everything in your power to keep yourself safeâŚâ
He switched places of their hands, grasping hers much more firmly in his, âalways, Angel, alwaysâŚâ
They sat there, hand in hand, and watched as the sun set upon the last day of summer, lingering on the promise kept between them.
Relationships
⢠đRespects ⥠đNeutral ⥠đAcquaintance ⥠đIt's Complicated âŁ
⢠đFriend ⥠đGood Friends ⥠đBest Friends ⥠âŁď¸Ex-Friends ⥠đFrienemy ⣠â¨Roommate
⢠đCrush⥠đLoves ⥠đCouple ⥠đBasically Family ⥠đFamily ⥠đEx-Lovers âŁ
⢠â¨ď¸Tense ⥠đDislikes ⥠đĄHates ⥠đżEnemy ⥠đšAbsolutely Loathes âŁ
đMatt (Daredevil) Murdock and Elektra Natchiosđ
Mazieâs parents were nothing but wonderful to their daughter growing up, she is close to both of her parents even if they had opposing views on raising her. Some (most) would call Mazie a âdaddyâs girlâ but she respectfully tells everyone that both of her parents are her favorite, âit would be like asking someone to choose between Italian food and American food, theyâre both different and lovely at the same time, completely incomparableâ
đđ Danielle (Power Girl) Cage đđ
Danielle is basically Mazieâs older sister, having grown up together because of their parents close connection, the girls naturally became best friends. They tell each other everything, spend every second they have free together, and are always scouring the streets for the best places for Instagram photos. Danielle is the realist to Mazieâs blind optimism, she is the one that keeps Angel from floating back to heaven on her wings. Mazie doesnât know what she would do without her.
đđIan (Golden Son) Rogers-Carterđđ
There isnât anyone in this world Mazie would rather spend all day talking, laughing, and eating unlimited Korean Barbeque with than Ian. To be fair, they have been kicked out of most KBBQ places for their unlimited and voracious appetites. Ian is truly the ray of Sunshine in Mazieâs life. Ian, Danielle, and Mazie made an unstoppable trio growing up, spending their childhoods in a carefree but just as exuberant way. Many summers were spent playing on the Rogersâ Upstate New York farm. They were always found swimming in the ponds, chasing each other through the endless fields, and roasting many smores over an open fire. Friendship turned to infatuation for Mazie though as the summers flew from childhood to adolescence; when games of tag changed to games of Truth or Dare and holding hands was no longer for dragging each other to see the cool frog they found but to indicate hidden feelings. Mazie never acted upon or voiced her feelings for Ian though as the years went on because she always thought him out of her league. Plus who knew what would happen to her close knit group of friends if she finally admitted to how she felt. For now, theyâve moved their summers on the farm to the City proper, as they await their admittance to the academy, they spend most days hunting down boba tea spots. Although Mazie will never admit just how much she loves it when they share their Thai milk tea with light boba, no ice, and 75% sugar.
â¨ď¸đż Lyudmila "Mila" Pavlichenko đżâ¨ď¸
Mila is Iron Fistâs former successor. Mazie and Mila spent most of their early teenage years studying under Iron Fistâs tutelage. Mazie because she showed uninhibited passion for her parentâs martial arts backgrounds. Mila because she showed unrelenting desire to be the best martial artist the world had ever seen. Mazie had a natural affliction for the agile nature of the moves. Mila studied and practiced hours after the dojo closed to perfect her form. Mazie preferred the styles that took down opponents and incapacitated them. Mila preferred the quick, violent, and efficient styles of Krav Maga and Muay Thai. Mila and Mazie studied their craft together and spared together constantly. They are closely matched in craft but opposed in morals.
đđDanny (Iron Fist) Randđđ
Iron Fist is Mazieâs Martial Arts mentor alongside her own parents, she has a mentor/student relationship with him in the Dojo and an uncle/niece relationship with him outside of it. She suspects there isnât anything he wouldn't do for her, especially to keep her safe, that being said⌠he does keep her more in line than her parents when sheâs being bratty
đđJessica (Jewel/Power Woman) Jones and Luke (Power Man) Cageđđ
Jessica Jones and Luke Cage treat Mazie like their second daughter. They are never surprised when they hear her shout âhey, Iâm home!â alongside Danielle when coming home from school. The Murdocks and the Cages were close knit before the birth of their daughter but Mazie and Danielleâs friendship has brought them even further together.
đSteve (Captain America) Rogers and Peggy Carterđ
Mazie spent most of her summers growing up on the Rogersâ farm. This has made her very well acquainted with Ianâs parents. She wonât admit that Cap still kinda intimidates her, but that Peggyâs homemade apple pie makes up for that.
⢠đRespects ⥠đNeutral ⥠đAcquaintance ⥠đIt's Complicated âŁ
⢠đFriend ⥠đGood Friends ⥠đBest Friends ⥠âŁď¸Ex-Friends ⥠đFrienemy ⣠â¨Roommate
⢠đCrush⥠đLoves ⥠đCouple ⥠đBasically Family ⥠đFamily ⥠đEx-Lovers âŁ
⢠â¨ď¸Tense ⥠đDislikes ⥠đĄHates ⥠đżEnemy ⥠đšAbsolutely Loathes âŁ
đMatt (Daredevil) Murdock and Elektra Natchiosđ
Mazieâs parents were nothing but wonderful to their daughter growing up, she is close to both of her parents even if they had opposing views on raising her. Some (most) would call Mazie a âdaddyâs girlâ but she respectfully tells everyone that both of her parents are her favorite, âit would be like asking someone to choose between Italian food and American food, theyâre both different and lovely at the same time, completely incomparableâ
đđ Danielle (Power Girl) Cage đđ
Danielle is basically Mazieâs older sister, having grown up together because of their parents close connection, the girls naturally became best friends. They tell each other everything, spend every second they have free together, and are always scouring the streets for the best places for Instagram photos. Danielle is the realist to Mazieâs blind optimism, she is the one that keeps Angel from floating back to heaven on her wings. Mazie doesnât know what she would do without her.
đđIan (Golden Son) Rogers-Carterđđ
There isnât anyone in this world Mazie would rather spend all day talking, laughing, and eating unlimited Korean Barbeque with than Ian. To be fair, they have been kicked out of most KBBQ places for their unlimited and voracious appetites. Ian is truly the ray of Sunshine in Mazieâs life. Ian, Danielle, and Mazie made an unstoppable trio growing up, spending their childhoods in a carefree but just as exuberant way. Many summers were spent playing on the Rogersâ Upstate New York farm. They were always found swimming in the ponds, chasing each other through the endless fields, and roasting many smores over an open fire. Friendship turned to infatuation for Mazie though as the summers flew from childhood to adolescence; when games of tag changed to games of Truth or Dare and holding hands was no longer for dragging each other to see the cool frog they found but to indicate hidden feelings. Mazie never acted upon or voiced her feelings for Ian though as the years went on because she always thought him out of her league. Plus who knew what would happen to her close knit group of friends if she finally admitted to how she felt. For now, theyâve moved their summers on the farm to the City proper, as they await their admittance to the academy, they spend most days hunting down boba tea spots. Although Mazie will never admit just how much she loves it when they share their Thai milk tea with light boba, no ice, and 75% sugar.
â¨ď¸đż Lyudmila "Mila" Pavlichenko đżâ¨ď¸
Mila is Iron Fistâs former successor. Mazie and Mila spent most of their early teenage years studying under Iron Fistâs tutelage. Mazie because she showed uninhibited passion for her parentâs martial arts backgrounds. Mila because she showed unrelenting desire to be the best martial artist the world had ever seen. Mazie had a natural affliction for the agile nature of the moves. Mila studied and practiced hours after the dojo closed to perfect her form. Mazie preferred the styles that took down opponents and incapacitated them. Mila preferred the quick, violent, and efficient styles of Krav Maga and Muay Thai. Mila and Mazie studied their craft together and spared together constantly. They are closely matched in craft but opposed in morals.
đđDanny (Iron Fist) Randđđ
Iron Fist is Mazieâs Martial Arts mentor alongside her own parents, she has a mentor/student relationship with him in the Dojo and an uncle/niece relationship with him outside of it. She suspects there isnât anything he wouldn't do for her, especially to keep her safe, that being said⌠he does keep her more in line than her parents when sheâs being bratty
đđJessica (Jewel/Power Woman) Jones and Luke (Power Man) Cageđđ
Jessica Jones and Luke Cage treat Mazie like their second daughter. They are never surprised when they hear her shout âhey, Iâm home!â alongside Danielle when coming home from school. The Murdocks and the Cages were close knit before the birth of their daughter but Mazie and Danielleâs friendship has brought them even further together.
đSteve (Captain America) Rogers and Peggy Carterđ
Mazie spent most of her summers growing up on the Rogersâ farm. This has made her very well acquainted with Ianâs parents. She wonât admit that Cap still kinda intimidates her, but that Peggyâs homemade apple pie makes up for that.
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"Don't call me Antgirl."
Real Name: Mia Thompson
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Alias/Nicknames: Black Viper
Color Choice: Green (I think black would be too hard to see in writing)
Appearance: Mia is a lithe and agile young woman, graced with light-brown eyes and standing at a height of 5'6". Her physique boasts a lean and athletic build that mirrors her dedication to heroics. Ebony hair, typically kept in a tidy bun, adds a touch of elegance to her appearance. In her day-to-day life, she opts for casual attire, favouring comfortable choices like jeans and tank tops. Mia is also careful to conceal the two antennae-like protrusions on her head, reserving their unique features for her superhero persona.
Personality: Mia is renowned for her spunky, free-spirited, and adventurous nature, always ready for the next thrilling challenge. Her outgoing and quick-witted personality makes her a lively presence at the Avengers Academy. Motivated by a deep desire to harness her unique powers for the greater good and contribute to a safer world, Mia approaches her studies with unwavering confidence and resourcefulness. She thrives in high-pressure scenarios and is ever-eager to extend a helping hand to her fellow students, embodying the spirit of a true hero in the making.
History: Mia's journey began as a diligent student at a prestigious research university, where secret experiments involving the genetic alteration of various insects unfolded behind tightly sealed doors. Inquisitive by nature, she often explored the university's labyrinthine facilities, seeking out hidden mysteries. One fateful day, her curiosity led her down an unexpected path as she stumbled upon the wrong room. In a twist of fate, she was bitten by an experimental ant, an event that would forever change her life.
The ant's bite bestowed upon Mia an array of unique abilities, a fascinating blend of powers that bore both similarities and distinctions from the conventional Spider-Man abilities. As her newfound gifts began to manifest, she embarked on a journey of self-discovery, exploring the limits of her enhanced agility, wall-crawling prowess, and remarkable capacity to communicate with and command ants. These extraordinary talents set her apart, and she found herself teetering on the precipice of a destiny far grander than she could have ever imagined.
Mia's transformation was not without its challenges, however. The exhilarating thrill of wall-crawling and the rush of commanding her arthropod allies came hand in hand with newfound responsibilities. She realized the potential of her abilities to make a meaningful impact on the world, and with that realization came an unwavering determination to harness her powers for the greater good. Inspired by her parents, who had instilled in her the values of compassion and altruism, Mia resolved to follow the path of a hero.
Powerset:
Ant Physiology: Mia possesses the physical traits and abilities of an ant. This includes enhanced strength relative to her size, allowing her to lift and carry objects many times her weight. She can also crawl on walls and ceilings with ease, much like an ant.
Antenna Sense: Mia has heightened sensory perception through her concealed antennae-like protrusions. She can detect vibrations, sounds, and even faint scents in her vicinity, making her extremely alert and able to navigate through challenging situations with ease. She can also use her antennae to communicate and command ants, albeit not always with success.
Acidic Sting: Mia can release a corrosive, acidic substance from her fingertips. She can use this ability defensively to create barriers or offensively to incapacitate foes. Her acidic sting can also dissolve materials and restrain adversaries.
Equipment/Paraphernalia:
Acid Projectors: Mia wears specially designed acid projectors on her wrists that allow her to release and manipulate her corrosive acid with precision. She uses them for both offensive and defensive purposes during training exercises.
Utility Belt: Her belt contains additional acid cartridges, communication devices, and tools for maintaining her acid projectors.
Weaknesses:
Limited Offensive Abilities: While her acidic sting is a potent weapon, it requires precise aim, and its effectiveness can be diminished by adversaries with protective gear.
Vulnerable to Certain Chemicals: Mia's corrosive acid can be neutralized or blocked by certain chemicals or materials.
Inexperience: Mia is still a relatively new student at the Avengers Academy, and her inexperience can lead to misjudgments and overconfidence during training simulations.
Antennae Sensory Overload: Mia's antennae allow her to detect minute vibrations and sounds in her surroundings, providing her with an acute awareness of her environment. However, in situations with exceptionally high levels of noise or intense vibrations, her antennae can become overwhelmed. This sensory overload can disorient her, making it challenging to focus or maintain her concentration. In combat scenarios where explosions or loud noises are prevalent, she may struggle to effectively use her heightened senses, leaving her vulnerable to surprise attacks or distractions.
Training Scenario/Testing Post:
In the heart of Avengers Academy's state-of-the-art training facility, Mia found herself immersed in a rigorous combat training scenario. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the simulated battlefield. Her instructor, James 'Rhodey' Rhodes, had devised a challenging exercise to push her limits. Paired with another fellow student known for his telekinetic abilities, Mia's mission was to navigate a densely wooded area filled with obstacles and holographic adversaries. Their objective: to secure a hidden 'target' deep within the woods while thwarting the advances of their simulated enemies.
Using her wall-crawling skills, Mia quickly scaled the towering trees with ease, granting her a bird's-eye view of the battlefield. The forest's dense undergrowth posed no challenge to her enhanced agility as she gracefully moved through the terrain. The subtle vibrations sensed through her antennae also allowed her to detect approaching threats before they came into view, so the girl was not too concerned. Together with the other's telekinetic prowess, securing their objective should not be difficult at all.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, however, the training exercise intensified.
Simulated explosions and gunfire filled the air, creating a cacophony of sound that tested Mia's heightened sensory perception. Her antennae senses, finely tuned to detect vibrations, began to pick up multiple sources of movementâboth real and simulated. The frenetic pace of vibrations threatened to overwhelm her, making it increasingly challenging to distinguish between friend and foe. It was a moment of vulnerability, a weakness that Mia knew she needed to overcome at some point to be an effective hero.
Mia couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance as Rhodey's voice crackled through her earpiece then, his advice echoing through her mind. "Trust your instincts," he'd said, and while she knew he meant well, it wasn't as if she hadn't been trying. Rolling her eyes would have been a waste of precious seconds, though, so she took a deep breath instead. She needed to push past the frustration and focus. She knew that if it were easy to handle her antennae senses in the midst of chaos, she would have mastered it long ago.
As she briefly closed her eyes, Mia allowed herself a moment to recalibrate her heightened senses. She knew she couldn't afford to let the sensory overload continue to disorient her. With newfound determination coursing through her veins, she deliberately tuned out the deafening noise and honed in on the unique patterns of vibrations surrounding her. Slowly but surely, she began to regain her footing, finding her rhythm once more. She and her companion, now working seamlessly together, navigated the battlefield with precision, quickly completing the objective given to them.đ Bruce Banner (Professor Hulk; Headmaster) đ
Mia greatly admires Professor Hulk. She respects his intelligence and dedication to training the next generation of heroes at the Academy. Bruce's guidance and wisdom have also left a profound impact on Mia, and she looks up to him as a mentor.
đ Virginia 'Pepper' Potts (Rescue; Vice Headmaster) đ
Mia has a neutral relationship with Virginia 'Pepper' Potts. While she acknowledges Pepper's role in running the Academy, they haven't had many interactions beyond administrative matters.
đ James 'Rhodey' Rhodes (War Machine; Battle Tactics Teacher) đ
Mia greatly respects James 'Rhodey' Rhodes for the advice he often gives her when it comes to her abilities and accounting for her weaknesses on the battlefield. Mia often seeks advice from Rhodey on improving her combat skills, as well, although she does get a little annoyed from time to time whenever she feels too coddled by him- and in general.
đ Vance Astrovik (Justice; Hero Studies Teacher) đ
Mia has a neutral relationship with Vance Astrovik. While she appreciates his role in teaching heroism, they haven't had many personal interactions.
đJames 'Logan' Howlett (Wolverine; History Teacher) đ
Mia has a neutral relationship with Wolverine. She respects his vast knowledge and experience but hasn't had many in-depth conversations with him.
đ Greer Nelson (Tigra; Tracking/Investigation Teacher) đ
Mia has a good working relationship with Greer Nelson. She appreciates Greer's guidance in honing her investigative skills and often seeks her advice on tracking techniques, especially with the use of her ants.
đ Wade Wilson (Deadpool) đ
Mia has a tense relationship with Wade Wilson. While his unconventional methods can be amusing at times, Mia finds him unpredictable and their interactions tend to be a mix of amusement and frustration.
đ Peter Parker (Spider-Man)đ
Mia has a friendly and supportive relationship with Peter Parker. She met Peter during a chance encounter in New York City while she was still coming to terms with her new abilities. Peter offered his guidance and shared his experiences as a young hero trying to balance life as a student and a crime fighter himself. He encouraged Mia to embrace her newfound powers and use them responsibly :).
My favourite hero is Spider Man sooooo you know I had to have her had a good relationship with him xD (even if he's not necessarily a part of this).
I like it! There's only one thing I need edited prior to fully accepting this sheet; at the start of the RP, this will be the first time Avengers Academy is opening its doors, and thus, the first time anyone will be there. As such, Mia shouldn't have any prior experiences in the Academy yet. This also probably extends to most of her relationships (barring Peter ofc lol)
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I like it! There's only one thing I need edited prior to fully accepting this sheet; at the start of the RP, this will be the first time Avengers Academy is opening its doors, and thus, the first time anyone will be there. As such, Mia shouldn't have any prior experiences in the Academy yet. This also probably extends to most of her relationships (barring Peter ofc lol)
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I am sorry that it seems I may have copied you being with the color red and a motorcycle, but I was just late to posting my profile, @mintz @memekingdave @akayaofthemoon @alphathepaladin and I have been working on our character concepts for a few weeks before it was posted on RolePlayerGuild and it seems that great minds think alike.
Hopefully all it means is that we'll have a really cool biker gang at the Academy âĄ
(a side note after reading your profile too, modern street bikes can go up to speeds of 185 miles per hour and most cop cars can almost reach 200 mph, so you may want your hover bike to beat the fastest police cars if you're a real renegade :3)
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On that note, how's everyone doin' here? I've been eagerly awaiting more completed profiles as we approach the time for me to properly launch this RP!
For a heads-up, I'm planning to, at the very latest, launch the RP by the end of October; this means everyone here has roughly 2 weeks to work out their sheets and get then RP-ready! And if we can get them all done sooner, then I can see about kicking things off earlier as well, so hopefully that makes for some exciting incentive! Looking forward to seeing everyone's work soon :)
For a heads-up, I'm planning to, at the very latest, launch the RP by the end of October; this means everyone here has roughly 2 weeks to work out their sheets and get then RP-ready! And if we can get them all done sooner, then I can see about kicking things off earlier as well, so hopefully that makes for some exciting incentive! Looking forward to seeing everyone's work soon :)
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Sure I'll consider that lol. @Mintz thoughts on that or should I just save that for later for when Hazel gets to fuck around with whatever the avengers let her play with
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I am sorry that it seems I may have copied you being with the color red and a motorcycle, but I was just late to posting my profile, @mintz @memekingdave @akayaofthemoon @alphathepaladin and I have been working on our character concepts for a few weeks before it was posted on RolePlayerGuild and it seems that great minds think alike.
Hopefully all it means is that we'll have a really cool biker gang at the Academy âĄ
(a side note after reading your profile too, modern street bikes can go up to speeds of 185 miles per hour and most cop cars can almost reach 200 mph, so you may want your hover bike to beat the fastest police cars if you're a real renegade :3)
Sure I'll consider that lol. @Mintz thoughts on that or should I just save that for later for when Hazel gets to fuck around with whatever the avengers let her play with
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On that note, how's everyone doin' here? I've been eagerly awaiting more completed profiles as we approach the time for me to properly launch this RP!
For a heads-up, I'm planning to, at the very latest, launch the RP by the end of October; this means everyone here has roughly 2 weeks to work out their sheets and get then RP-ready! And if we can get them all done sooner, then I can see about kicking things off earlier as well, so hopefully that makes for some exciting incentive! Looking forward to seeing everyone's work soon :)
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I'd say you're fine holding off; it makes sense that it's not quite as fast as those, given that it's both 1: Made from scrap metal and a dream practically, and 2: Also a hover-bike, so in exchange for not being directly as fast, it literally gets to avoid most problems normal bikes would have to experience lol
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On that note, how's everyone doin' here? I've been eagerly awaiting more completed profiles as we approach the time for me to properly launch this RP!
For a heads-up, I'm planning to, at the very latest, launch the RP by the end of October; this means everyone here has roughly 2 weeks to work out their sheets and get then RP-ready! And if we can get them all done sooner, then I can see about kicking things off earlier as well, so hopefully that makes for some exciting incentive! Looking forward to seeing everyone's work soon :)
Honestly, I'm doing well. Already been looking at some songs he may be listening to, and thinking on ideas for what he would do with the teachers. Also the funny moment when his might as well be aunt is a teacher.
But awesome to hear. Can't wait to get started.
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On that note, how's everyone doin' here? I've been eagerly awaiting more completed profiles as we approach the time for me to properly launch this RP!
For a heads-up, I'm planning to, at the very latest, launch the RP by the end of October; this means everyone here has roughly 2 weeks to work out their sheets and get then RP-ready! And if we can get them all done sooner, then I can see about kicking things off earlier as well, so hopefully that makes for some exciting incentive! Looking forward to seeing everyone's work soon :)
Doing ok! Life and internet both continue to be as busy as ever it seems on my end, but I have gotten my concepts down to the top three for a character at least (yay). The pain is deciding which one, indecisively, as has been my most common problem in RP'ing. (lol)
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Real Name: Eden Eclair
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Alias/Nicknames: Frenzy, Amalgamation
Color Choice: 50C878
Appearance:
Human Appearance: While she possesses a natural beauty that makes her easy on the eyes, Eden doesnât have the most approachable vibe about her. This is mostly due to her resting expression appearing extremely serious and judgemental, the intensity only increased by her doe-like vibrant green eyes that almost shimmer unnaturally. The harshness is only lessened by the other delicate features of her face such as the soft curve of her rounded cheeks and button nose blushed with a rosy tint which gives color to her ivory skin. Bangs frame her face in layers, giving way to a mass of straight fiery ginger tresses falling just past her hips, a weave of one or two braids always found within. Her body frame is that of a dancer, elegant lengthy limbs that hold a surprising amount of strength and flexibility for swift precise movements and has her standing on the taller side compared to the average woman at roughly at the height of 5 '8. She is never found without some kind of long sleeve shirt, sweater, or jacket (some of which seem too large for her) no matter the time of year and jeans are usually a staple. It is only at night that she might change up this style or if she has an umbrella with her.
Transformed State: She instantly grows two feet taller, making her suddenly the height of 7 '8 with the addition of three large lizard tails. The natural green eyes become glowing red, the pupils completely fading so it appears only the irises are left but it is actually that the color had changed to match while becoming slitted though being close enough to see this change isnât necessarily safe. The fiery ginger of her hair fades into ivory white as her pale skin shifts into red and blue scales with a cracking pattern of black that is reminiscent of Spider-Manâs suit. These scales tend to over take certain materials she is wearing and covers them as well in the scaly hide but if it isnât a material that can be covered, it tends to rip during growth unless she wears something large enough to account for a transformation. Her once rounded ears become pointed, hands and feet morphing into those of a lizard with massive crimson claws. Edenâs mouth and nostrils become a thin line, hidden within the black patterned lines which makes it appear as if she has neither but donât be fooled. She can still breathe just fine and her mouth contains enlarged canines and sharpened teeth, ready to snap and bite.
Personality:
Eden is a soft-spoken and caring individual, the type to always be there to lend an ear or offer a shoulder to cry on. She tries to see the good in everyone and probably gives people way more chances than they deserve. Most describe her as a laid back person that doesnât let most of life's problems get her down as she is one to roll with the punches of an unfortunate situation and tries to look at the positives. She is very loyal and protective over those close to her especially when it comes to her sister. Her gentle nature to those around her would make most think she is not cut out to be a fighter but that image of her will change rather quickly if you get on her bad side. She can have a rather nasty temper with a spitfire sharp tongue that will cut you down to size flawlessly if a person is unlucky enough to draw out her fury or if they are deserving of it, though this is usually a rare case âŚor so it used to be.
History:
Eden is not one to really speak much of the past, preferring the present but if forced to speak of itâŚshe wouldnât say that she had the best childhood. Most might consider it a dream come true to have such overly kind, positive, and supportive parents but to her, they are both plain irresponsible. It didnât matter if what she wanted was recklessly dangerous or perfectly innocent, she was met with the same supportive agreeable response. It didnât matter if she did her best or if she did her worst because the positivity for both was always the same which meant nothing really mattered to them or at least that is how she viewed it. If something horrible happened, it was the âit will all work out so why worryâ. This also meant it was hard for her to navigate what was actually the right thing to do by society or many other standards. It made people think she was either too spoiled or entitled to care when neither of those were true. Add in the fact she was highly intelligent, advanced beyond her young years enough to skip grades, graduating far ahead of most⌠it was clear to most she was the odd one out. It caused her to be rather antisocial and guarded compared to her younger sisterâs social butterfly and reckless behavior.
As close as she is with her sister, thick as thieves and practically acting like twins even with the age gapâŚshe wished she was a better sister, set a better example and maybe tried to take more of a parental role since their parents refused to fully participate. Donât get her wrong, they wanted for nothing and were never hurt but it felt wrong somehow, like their mom and dad were too worried about being their friend instead of their parents. Still she tried to be the one who actually showed worry, tried to teach right from wrong, tried to be the one to make sure they were eating right, getting the sleep they needed, to brush their teeth, do their homework and what not even if that shouldnât have been her job. The older sister should protect the younger but she always felt she was never able to. Eden is pretty sure she failed miserably but at least she was willing to try. If anything, it always felt like Elly was defending and protecting her instead of the other way around. Sometimes when Eden would try and attempt to warn and stop her sister from trouble, it felt like she had unknowingly caused some of it or gave a guide book on what to try instead. Either way, they always had each other's backs and would express their frustrations if things went wrong or got too much. They made sure to be honest with each other, even if it wasnât something positive because sometimes itâs what they needed. Eden always tried to give her attention to her sister so when the day came that she started to become more independent, being away from home by going abroad for future horizons in the medical fieldâŚshe was sure it wasnât the best time for Elly, even before the accident.
It was why when she got the startling call with her parents nonchalantly explaining that her sister had run away after first questioning if her sister had gone to visit her, she blamed herself. She should have found a way to take her with her. She should have done more and so she dug in, spending all her time to find out what happened to her sister, putting her schooling to the side. She could finish her degree anytime, her sister couldnât wait. Her parents were practically useless but they had given her a lead, a class trip of some sort to Canada which Elly had forged her parents' signatures for. Probably not wanting them to know, not because they wouldnât have signed. It had her spam calling the high school, demanding answers while they tried to console her or dim down the situation. That they hadnât know she didnât have permission blah blahâŚit didnât deter her though as she pushed to have the contact of the supervisors on the trip. The continuous prying got her answers for sure but none of them were pleasant. Apparently, they couldnât let her speak with her sister because she was missing along with twenty or so other students. Just up and vanished in a blink, no one fucking noticing.
This took the already fully panicked woman and ramped it up past her limit. She didnât eat much and sleep seemed like a foreign concept. She didnât know if Elly was dead or if something worse had happened and that was if she wasnât stuck in the middle of nowhere in Canada. No one had information past that. No searches seemed to be giving any leads even with her constant calls to the police or the school for answers. Her parents were of course no help, telling her not to worry that it would all work out as it always did. No worry, fear, or possible mourningâŚwhy she expected more was beyond her. Itâs why a month or so later when she received a beautiful cake that was packaged in literal candy with a frosted letter from her sister, she stared in complete shock, legs giving out before completely breaking down in tears. Overwhelmed with relief but also grieved pain for what Elly must be going through while all alone.
The letter hadnât given her much information to go off of but she promised herself that she would do everything in her power to find a cure or at least get answers so she could work on making her life more normal. She was tempted to go home to see about going to Oscorp for her research by looking into genetics, testing for a possible cure but something told her that the shifty and shady nature of past accidents didnât make it a favorable solution. Eden poured her previous time of finding her sister into new determination to save her. In her research of different labs and ongoing projects, she stumbled across Michael Morbius and his work. He could help her to comprehend her sisterâs condition and her understanding of genetics which was perfect. It was fascinating what he had accomplished and this was her first real hope that someone would be empathic to her plight without using it too much to their benefit or harm her sister. She could also work to help him save other people and possibly work towards helping for a cure for his own blood condition. It was her goal to reunite with Elly with a cure or hope in hand.
It was probably a surprising day for Doctor Morbius when he discovered a ginger teen girl outside his doors. At first thinking this was some type of joke but as she continued on desperately, explaining the situation and showing all of the research she had worked with so farâŚwell, he had been intrigued enough to listen. Somewhere in the middle, what started as a conversation had turned more into a test and interview as he dug into her knowledge base. It led to her becoming one of the very few that could be called an assistance. She learned from him and studied hard so she could prove herself. Their main focus settled on the doctor himself first but any side research for sister was welcomed and encouraged. Eden had nothing but respect for this man and even looked up to him. Over the years, he trusted and respected her as well. She had been worried when he found his so-called âcureâ with these bats and while they debated back and forth on if it was safe for him to test it, ultimately she didnât deny him. She couldnât deny the results that were calculated seemed sound.
That is how she found herself at sea, regretting all of the choices that led up to this moment. Multiple bodies scattered all throughout the ship, blood soaking every path, with barely a few making it out alive. She didnât know what Michael had become but it was horrifying. This was by far worse than what he had been dealing with before. How was he going to ever get over what he had done? She didnât want to think on it. She couldnât let herself. She was terrified but she wasnât about to leave him to go through this alone. She couldnât let that happen to someone else she cared for. Eden followed the trail of carnage, leading her surprisingly back home. It didnât take long to figure out that there had been a fight between Michael, the Lizard, and Spider-Man which resulted in a normal Curt Conners entering the scene with one bite. It had gotten the three working together, figuring they could help each other out seeing as Spider-Man was in a pickle with four arms, plus when has Curt not needed help with his ever returning condition, and then add whatever Michael now was to the mix. This just seemed like a recipe for disaster so she had made herself known.
While Morbius expressed how grateful he was for her determination to help him and checking on him even after all that had happened, he tried to get her to leave. She wasnât sure if it was for her safety or if she thought she wasnât needed but she refused, saying she was helping whether he liked it or not. He caved in, letting her stay but it was very clear that the three were not open to getting her input on the matter at hand, leaving her to the wayside much to her frustration. It was like the three were in their own little world, banking on the possible benefits they could give each other instead of what could possibly go wrong. The three had already each individually fucked up their own serums and theories before so why not get someone to look things over. Itâs why when everything was in waiting for completion, she decided to snoop, checking over the work with a sinking feeling as none seemed to take into account a vital piece of information which meant, this wasnât going to properly work how they wanted.
Eden bit her lip, nervously looking to the door before looking at the processing serum and decided to make the worst decision of her life. She meddled with it, trying to remedy the situation instead of starting from scratch which would have been the better option but would have let the others know she had gone against the group. Unfortunately for her, it had led from one botched serum to another but this one being more volatile and well, she had certainly paid the price. She fled, letting the three believe that it had been a failure on its own and each blaming each other for the failure. Eden was left with powers she didnât understand, confused and frightened in the sewers since she didnât know where else would be safe. After a few days of settling into her new self, she had tried to track down Michael, needing someoneâŚanyone that had some experience with superpowers. More importantly, it would be even better if one of the three she had got them from. She couldnât find him. It was like he had abandoned her without a second thought.
She was at a loss at what to do. She found herself wandering the streets, letting her legs take her wherever they wanted, dangerously not worrying about anything around her. It's when she was practically on the other side of the city when she stopped abruptly, nose instantly going to the air as she felt a familiar pull as her instincts called her to follow, leading her onward. She found herself at an apartment door, standing outside it for quite awhile before knocking and awkwardly waiting. She didnât know what she expected but her sister opening the door was not it. Eden broke down, hugging her tightly as she cried like a child before finally being able to explain her situation all she had done the last few years to try and help Elly but coming up with failure. Sympathetically, her sister agreed to try and help her with her power situation even if the methods were more than questionable. It left her currently dealing with a mounting list of crimes with a group of people she barely knows, all for the hopes she can get answers she desperately needs.
As close as she is with her sister, thick as thieves and practically acting like twins even with the age gapâŚshe wished she was a better sister, set a better example and maybe tried to take more of a parental role since their parents refused to fully participate. Donât get her wrong, they wanted for nothing and were never hurt but it felt wrong somehow, like their mom and dad were too worried about being their friend instead of their parents. Still she tried to be the one who actually showed worry, tried to teach right from wrong, tried to be the one to make sure they were eating right, getting the sleep they needed, to brush their teeth, do their homework and what not even if that shouldnât have been her job. The older sister should protect the younger but she always felt she was never able to. Eden is pretty sure she failed miserably but at least she was willing to try. If anything, it always felt like Elly was defending and protecting her instead of the other way around. Sometimes when Eden would try and attempt to warn and stop her sister from trouble, it felt like she had unknowingly caused some of it or gave a guide book on what to try instead. Either way, they always had each other's backs and would express their frustrations if things went wrong or got too much. They made sure to be honest with each other, even if it wasnât something positive because sometimes itâs what they needed. Eden always tried to give her attention to her sister so when the day came that she started to become more independent, being away from home by going abroad for future horizons in the medical fieldâŚshe was sure it wasnât the best time for Elly, even before the accident.
It was why when she got the startling call with her parents nonchalantly explaining that her sister had run away after first questioning if her sister had gone to visit her, she blamed herself. She should have found a way to take her with her. She should have done more and so she dug in, spending all her time to find out what happened to her sister, putting her schooling to the side. She could finish her degree anytime, her sister couldnât wait. Her parents were practically useless but they had given her a lead, a class trip of some sort to Canada which Elly had forged her parents' signatures for. Probably not wanting them to know, not because they wouldnât have signed. It had her spam calling the high school, demanding answers while they tried to console her or dim down the situation. That they hadnât know she didnât have permission blah blahâŚit didnât deter her though as she pushed to have the contact of the supervisors on the trip. The continuous prying got her answers for sure but none of them were pleasant. Apparently, they couldnât let her speak with her sister because she was missing along with twenty or so other students. Just up and vanished in a blink, no one fucking noticing.
This took the already fully panicked woman and ramped it up past her limit. She didnât eat much and sleep seemed like a foreign concept. She didnât know if Elly was dead or if something worse had happened and that was if she wasnât stuck in the middle of nowhere in Canada. No one had information past that. No searches seemed to be giving any leads even with her constant calls to the police or the school for answers. Her parents were of course no help, telling her not to worry that it would all work out as it always did. No worry, fear, or possible mourningâŚwhy she expected more was beyond her. Itâs why a month or so later when she received a beautiful cake that was packaged in literal candy with a frosted letter from her sister, she stared in complete shock, legs giving out before completely breaking down in tears. Overwhelmed with relief but also grieved pain for what Elly must be going through while all alone.
The letter hadnât given her much information to go off of but she promised herself that she would do everything in her power to find a cure or at least get answers so she could work on making her life more normal. She was tempted to go home to see about going to Oscorp for her research by looking into genetics, testing for a possible cure but something told her that the shifty and shady nature of past accidents didnât make it a favorable solution. Eden poured her previous time of finding her sister into new determination to save her. In her research of different labs and ongoing projects, she stumbled across Michael Morbius and his work. He could help her to comprehend her sisterâs condition and her understanding of genetics which was perfect. It was fascinating what he had accomplished and this was her first real hope that someone would be empathic to her plight without using it too much to their benefit or harm her sister. She could also work to help him save other people and possibly work towards helping for a cure for his own blood condition. It was her goal to reunite with Elly with a cure or hope in hand.
It was probably a surprising day for Doctor Morbius when he discovered a ginger teen girl outside his doors. At first thinking this was some type of joke but as she continued on desperately, explaining the situation and showing all of the research she had worked with so farâŚwell, he had been intrigued enough to listen. Somewhere in the middle, what started as a conversation had turned more into a test and interview as he dug into her knowledge base. It led to her becoming one of the very few that could be called an assistance. She learned from him and studied hard so she could prove herself. Their main focus settled on the doctor himself first but any side research for sister was welcomed and encouraged. Eden had nothing but respect for this man and even looked up to him. Over the years, he trusted and respected her as well. She had been worried when he found his so-called âcureâ with these bats and while they debated back and forth on if it was safe for him to test it, ultimately she didnât deny him. She couldnât deny the results that were calculated seemed sound.
That is how she found herself at sea, regretting all of the choices that led up to this moment. Multiple bodies scattered all throughout the ship, blood soaking every path, with barely a few making it out alive. She didnât know what Michael had become but it was horrifying. This was by far worse than what he had been dealing with before. How was he going to ever get over what he had done? She didnât want to think on it. She couldnât let herself. She was terrified but she wasnât about to leave him to go through this alone. She couldnât let that happen to someone else she cared for. Eden followed the trail of carnage, leading her surprisingly back home. It didnât take long to figure out that there had been a fight between Michael, the Lizard, and Spider-Man which resulted in a normal Curt Conners entering the scene with one bite. It had gotten the three working together, figuring they could help each other out seeing as Spider-Man was in a pickle with four arms, plus when has Curt not needed help with his ever returning condition, and then add whatever Michael now was to the mix. This just seemed like a recipe for disaster so she had made herself known.
While Morbius expressed how grateful he was for her determination to help him and checking on him even after all that had happened, he tried to get her to leave. She wasnât sure if it was for her safety or if she thought she wasnât needed but she refused, saying she was helping whether he liked it or not. He caved in, letting her stay but it was very clear that the three were not open to getting her input on the matter at hand, leaving her to the wayside much to her frustration. It was like the three were in their own little world, banking on the possible benefits they could give each other instead of what could possibly go wrong. The three had already each individually fucked up their own serums and theories before so why not get someone to look things over. Itâs why when everything was in waiting for completion, she decided to snoop, checking over the work with a sinking feeling as none seemed to take into account a vital piece of information which meant, this wasnât going to properly work how they wanted.
Eden bit her lip, nervously looking to the door before looking at the processing serum and decided to make the worst decision of her life. She meddled with it, trying to remedy the situation instead of starting from scratch which would have been the better option but would have let the others know she had gone against the group. Unfortunately for her, it had led from one botched serum to another but this one being more volatile and well, she had certainly paid the price. She fled, letting the three believe that it had been a failure on its own and each blaming each other for the failure. Eden was left with powers she didnât understand, confused and frightened in the sewers since she didnât know where else would be safe. After a few days of settling into her new self, she had tried to track down Michael, needing someoneâŚanyone that had some experience with superpowers. More importantly, it would be even better if one of the three she had got them from. She couldnât find him. It was like he had abandoned her without a second thought.
She was at a loss at what to do. She found herself wandering the streets, letting her legs take her wherever they wanted, dangerously not worrying about anything around her. It's when she was practically on the other side of the city when she stopped abruptly, nose instantly going to the air as she felt a familiar pull as her instincts called her to follow, leading her onward. She found herself at an apartment door, standing outside it for quite awhile before knocking and awkwardly waiting. She didnât know what she expected but her sister opening the door was not it. Eden broke down, hugging her tightly as she cried like a child before finally being able to explain her situation all she had done the last few years to try and help Elly but coming up with failure. Sympathetically, her sister agreed to try and help her with her power situation even if the methods were more than questionable. It left her currently dealing with a mounting list of crimes with a group of people she barely knows, all for the hopes she can get answers she desperately needs.
Powerset:
- Superhuman Strength - She is able to lift and move several tons with ease, regardless of what form she is in. While in her monstrous form, she can break through stone with her bare fists and with time some metals.
- Superhuman Durability - Due to the Lizardâs tough scales, low caliber bullets and some small knives while in her monsterous form do absolutely nothing. While in her normal form, thanks to Spider-Manâs abilities, she is able to take a beating far more than most before damage sets in.
- Superhuman Speed - Regardless of either form, she can travel the speed of a moving car and has been known to dodge bullets. However, she usually doesnât use this for travel and prefers websâŚeven if she isnât the best at it.
- Superhuman Stamina - This woman is a tank and can do intense physical activity for long periods of time without being fatigued. If it means enduring, then she can keep going for at least a week or longer. If there is blood to consume and keep her in peak shape, there isnât much that can hold her back. Needless to say, it is best to run or end a fight quickly by using her weaknesses.
- Superhuman Agility - Regardless of form, she is able to coordinate her body with unnatural equilibrium, dexterity, and flexibility. This has helped boost her reflexes and greatly advanced her jumping capabilities.
- Superhuman Reflexes - She practically moves before she knows why she is moving. She is very reactive, mostly due to her heightened senses and agility.
- Regenerative Factor - She can instantly repair most injuries such as broken bones, lost limbs, cuts, and shot wounds. If the damage afflicted is more to the inside of her body or more vital organs then it will take longer but certainly not by much. The only thing that really becomes a problem is that the more damage fixed means the hungrier she becomes for blood and the more she loses her mind. Her regeneration also takes hours or a day for intense fire damage or if she is in a cold environment when trying to regenerate.
- Acute Senses | Spider Sense | Night Vision - Her senses have all heightened, able detect objects with perfect clarity at much greater distances such as miles away. Her vision has changed, adding in tapetum lucidum for night vision. There is also an additional sense she cannot understand, one that tingles and warns as well as distracts and demands attention when danger is around her.
- Fang, Claws, Tails - While in human form, she has sharper canines but in her monsterous form, they are elongated even further while her other teeth sharpen slightly. Her hands and feet change to that of a lizard giving her vicious claws capable of penetrating dense objects. She is endowed with three massive tails that she utilizes as weapons.
- Webbing | Wall Crawling - With the enhanced serum running through Spider-Manâs veins when the incident occurred, she did not only receive extra tails but natural webbing which means she doesnât need to rely on tech. All three have the ability to climb walls in their own way which was easily passed on to Eden.
- Mesmerism - She doesnât know about this little ability to mesmerize and influence others. It was an assumption that âpuppydog eyesâ were just more effective than usual. She doesnât have control and doesnât know when she is using this skill.
- Psionics - She hasnât the slightest idea that she can use this for gliding. Would be helpful since she is always falling from her webbing. She also doesnât know that she can use this little ability to control/summon lizards to her. It is also possible that she might listen to a call from someone else though which could be a problem.
Equipment/Paraphernalia:
- Costume/Suit: Her suit has been designed so that her scales can weave through to encase the material but flexible enough to adjust to her bodies shifting/rapid growth.
- Gummybears: Eden always carries a package of gummybears on her person, one because they are her favorite and two, to give to those having a rough day.
- Headphones: She always has some type of headphones with her, most the kind that can cancel out noise around her so she can make a safe space or a bubble for herself to not be as overwhelmed by all the noise.
Weaknesses:
- Cold/Ice - She can no longer generate her own body temperature and must rely on the environment to regulate her body temperature so she is extremely weak to the cold and ice.
- Lizard Brain - When she becomes stressed, panicked, or angry it triggers her transformation. Her cognitive thinking is dulled and she becomes of a simpler mind which means she can be outmaneuvered, predicted, or tricked easier.
- Sunlight - While sunlight will not destroy her no matter how long she is in it, it is still slightly painful and irritating. This can cause her transformation to trigger if she stays fully exposed with no layers to block it.
- Hunger/Blood - There is a deep hunger for fresh blood that is always present. The longer she goes without the weaker she gets which can lead to hallucinations and madness if not taken care of. This can also trigger a monsterous rampage if not kept in check. Blood aside, even when that portion has been sated she still has a constant aching need to be continuously snacking or packing a larger calorie load into her body to keep up with her quick metabolism.
- Electricity - If she is dealt an electric shock, it activates a cancellation effect on the vampiric parts of her DNA which weakens her overall. She will still be strong but everything vampiric dissipates.
- Ethyl Chloride - This pesticide is problematic and causes her to be drugged, dizzy, and loopy when in contact with it. It might be enough to stop her for a time or provide a stun.
- Acute Senses/Spider Sense - Her senses often cause a distraction and sometimes even headaches. She canât always react if she is feeling too overwhelmed which can be detrimental. If someone uses something overpowering to her senses then it could make openings for attack.
- Inexperience - She isnât much of a fighter, always having been more brain than brawn. Sure, she could probably throw a good punch or kick but no more so than the average human and it would mostly be luck if a hit landed. She has no formal training and probably horrible form.
Issue #0/Testing Post:
Leaves of various colors drifted gently on the breeze, scattering from the trees above in a soft fluttering rainfall effect before joining the collection on the park pathway that had yet to be swept up or moved. Worn sneakers crunched over the fallen foliage, a lone hooded figure continuing a casual stroll as their arms hugged closer to their frame to fight against the crisp air of the autumn morning. The weather promised a cool day but with clear blue skies, sunlight already filtering in through the branches above causing a picturesque shimmer of light but this gave no comfort to the traveler. The breeze caused them to shiver softly and the dappling of sunlight was avoided to the best of their ability as they continued on their way, happily ignored by those passing by. They didnât know how long they had been out wandering, watching and listening as the city came to life while they moved through it but the insistent growl of their stomach suddenly made them pause.
It would take far too long to head back now, the safest option to continue onward to a nearby bodega to snag a bite since the last thing they needed was for their hunger to shift in another direction and become a danger to everyone around them. That decision in mind, a sudden turn around was made as the pace was picked up from a walk to a jog, heading for the last one passed along the trek around the park. It didnât take much time to arrive, a delicate pale hand pulled from the jacket pocket and reached for the glass door with the softest push they could muster though it still swung open with surprising force, the bell violently ringing. The cashier glared, obviously irritated at the display while the other quickly entered, embarrassment evident by the hand yanking the hood down further so as not to be noticed though it was a bit late for that. The new customer instantly went off to the side near the counter to the little coffee station, ignoring the other few around who were slightly staring while preparing the beverage to an over sweetened taste they had become accustomed to thanks to their sister. A calming sigh left their lips after taking a sip, the warmth the cup provided to their chilled hands and the relief of quenching a bit of thirst enough to start brightening a weary mood the morning had left.
Of course it couldnât stay pleasant, a snide voice ringing out and demanding attention as the cashier tried to play authority, âMiss, you actually have to pay for that before you drink it.â Shimmering green eyes flickered to the bleach blonde woman behind the counter who stood crossed armed with a scowl in her direction as if she wanted to pick a fight. It did raise her hackles slightly, irritating her at the unfair implication of stealing because of one freaking sip to make sure it was correct flavor wise. Carefully, the hood slid away, shockingly vibrant ginger hair being revealed as the woman in question took out the headphones that had been sitting in her ears out of sheer laziness rather than enjoying them as she had been prior to the power giving out at least an hour before. Eden gave the sweetest smile she could manage before replying with the simple question, âIâm sorry, were you talking to me?â
The cashier scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder before deciding to stock the shelves behind the counter instead of repeating herself, obviously seeing it as a lost cause. Meanwhile, a satisfied smirk curled on Edenâs lips as she defiantly took another sip of her beverage, pocketing her headphones before heading over to the cooler section to see if they had anything pre-made that looked appetizing. It wasnât a spectacular selection but at least they had decent options as she browsed, picking up a few items. Suddenly, the doors busted open, startling more than just herself as customers turned to the commotion just as they had when she had entered. However, unlike last time, the cashier didnât have a chance to glare or do anything before being threatened, a gun to the face by one assailant while the other one focused on everyone else and ordered them all onto the ground. Don't play hero, blah blah, basic spiel for robbers who didnât have a clue what they were doing and in a rush.
They were so noisy and now, they were in her way of just doing a simple task and leaving. Her teeth grinded together, an aching urge to remove the obstacle rising up since she still hadnât eaten yet and was still on edge from the confrontation with the cashier. She shook her head, trying to calm herself but the more the people around her started to panic, the more riled up she got as the blood rushed through their veins and the extra noise of the screaming or crying caused an overwhelming irritation to her senses. âI knew I shouldnât have removed my headphones.â, she briefly thought to herself as she took deep breaths but could already feel the shifting of her body adjusting and preparing for a larger size. The feeling of something cold pressed to her temple brought her out of her own bubble, one of the robbers glowering at her and clicking the hammer back in a threatening manner.
âGet on the ground, now!! I wonât say it again!â
Eden slowly turned her head, eyes locking with the man in front of her and watching his hesitation, brain calculating what it was seeing. A twisted grin grew on her features which had the man backing up shakily as she clearly figured out her eyes must have switched and fangs probably much more prominent, the transformation kicking into full swing. She met each backpedal with a step forward, items in her hands slowly clattering to the floor as hands took on their reptilian shape, scaled hide slowly consuming her form, features morphing, and everything became much smaller in comparison to a moment ago. Crashing noises were happening behind her but they went ignored, the prey before her the only main focus as she waited for the small pathetic being to run, to give chase.
âDude, are youâŚ.WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??!â, the robber that was holding the cashier hostage cried out in fear after turning around, taking a few shots and watching in horror as it did absolutely nothing. Glowing crimson eyes locked onto the offender, clawed hands stretching out to snag the robber around the neck with a fierce snarl as he was effortlessly hauled up and dragged close. âMistake..â, she growled out in almost a strained sounding voice, mouth opening wide before taking a nice chomp down on his shoulder of the armed hand and taking a greedy gulp or two while working to disarm. He cried out in pain, music to her ears really as the clattering of the gun signaled no threat from the one in her claws. She removed herself from him reluctantly before tossing him roughly across the room like a rag doll as she focused on the next. The other criminal quickly dropped his weapon but what really stopped her stalking forward was a smell that caused her nose to crinkle in disgust as a wet stain appeared on the front of the robberâs jeans. âSeriously?â, Frenzy questioned with a tilt of her head as she looked at the other with no amusement and waited for an answer but none came as they fainted. Well, that one was no fun.
She slowly turned to the sniveling cashier, the womanâs tears flowing harder as she started begging for her life and throwing out a string of apologies. What an amusing little thing this human was. âCoffee.â, was the single statement made which had the blonde blinking as she shakily looked over to the little abandoned station that appeared worse for the wear. Carefully, the woman moved over to the pot and she poured some coffee into a portable cup though spilling more on the counter than making it in the actual cup. It seemed like everyone else in the room was waiting on bated breath, not daring to move and trying to make sure if they had truly been saved or not at this point. âU-Um, s-sugar? C-Creamer?â
âYes.â
She added in both, not even wanting to question if the yes was to both or not. Taking the completed beverage and clicking the top into place, she moved to the front counter once more before placing it down and stiffly stood in awkward silence waiting for this creature to take it and hopefully go. It stared intensely, gazing into her very soul before a nerve wrecking word left its mouth. âHungry.â She practically bolted with a bag, dumping in the fallen items the former redhead had earlier as well as taking things that had crashed down from the whipping motion of the beast's tails before dumping it onto the counter also. She looked expectantly at Frenzy, watching as clawed hands roughly grabbed the bag but the glare at the inside clearly read displeasure even if the woman couldnât see a frown. The ruby irises shifted down the front of the counter, a massive handful of different candy bars snagged and tossed in the bag. Frenzy didnât know why the sugary confections called to her but something subconsciously begged it to be taken and though she couldnât remember why, she didnât ignore instinct. That task over with, she grabbed the cup still sitting there before looking at the woman who was shaking like a leaf and gripping the counter with a death grip. âMine. Leaving.â, trying to be comforting in a way before swaggering to the door, breaking through it as if it were tissue paper and continuing onward like she hadnât caused utter chaos.
Leaves of various colors drifted gently on the breeze, scattering from the trees above in a soft fluttering rainfall effect before joining the collection on the park pathway that had yet to be swept up or moved. Worn sneakers crunched over the fallen foliage, a lone hooded figure continuing a casual stroll as their arms hugged closer to their frame to fight against the crisp air of the autumn morning. The weather promised a cool day but with clear blue skies, sunlight already filtering in through the branches above causing a picturesque shimmer of light but this gave no comfort to the traveler. The breeze caused them to shiver softly and the dappling of sunlight was avoided to the best of their ability as they continued on their way, happily ignored by those passing by. They didnât know how long they had been out wandering, watching and listening as the city came to life while they moved through it but the insistent growl of their stomach suddenly made them pause.
It would take far too long to head back now, the safest option to continue onward to a nearby bodega to snag a bite since the last thing they needed was for their hunger to shift in another direction and become a danger to everyone around them. That decision in mind, a sudden turn around was made as the pace was picked up from a walk to a jog, heading for the last one passed along the trek around the park. It didnât take much time to arrive, a delicate pale hand pulled from the jacket pocket and reached for the glass door with the softest push they could muster though it still swung open with surprising force, the bell violently ringing. The cashier glared, obviously irritated at the display while the other quickly entered, embarrassment evident by the hand yanking the hood down further so as not to be noticed though it was a bit late for that. The new customer instantly went off to the side near the counter to the little coffee station, ignoring the other few around who were slightly staring while preparing the beverage to an over sweetened taste they had become accustomed to thanks to their sister. A calming sigh left their lips after taking a sip, the warmth the cup provided to their chilled hands and the relief of quenching a bit of thirst enough to start brightening a weary mood the morning had left.
Of course it couldnât stay pleasant, a snide voice ringing out and demanding attention as the cashier tried to play authority, âMiss, you actually have to pay for that before you drink it.â Shimmering green eyes flickered to the bleach blonde woman behind the counter who stood crossed armed with a scowl in her direction as if she wanted to pick a fight. It did raise her hackles slightly, irritating her at the unfair implication of stealing because of one freaking sip to make sure it was correct flavor wise. Carefully, the hood slid away, shockingly vibrant ginger hair being revealed as the woman in question took out the headphones that had been sitting in her ears out of sheer laziness rather than enjoying them as she had been prior to the power giving out at least an hour before. Eden gave the sweetest smile she could manage before replying with the simple question, âIâm sorry, were you talking to me?â
The cashier scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder before deciding to stock the shelves behind the counter instead of repeating herself, obviously seeing it as a lost cause. Meanwhile, a satisfied smirk curled on Edenâs lips as she defiantly took another sip of her beverage, pocketing her headphones before heading over to the cooler section to see if they had anything pre-made that looked appetizing. It wasnât a spectacular selection but at least they had decent options as she browsed, picking up a few items. Suddenly, the doors busted open, startling more than just herself as customers turned to the commotion just as they had when she had entered. However, unlike last time, the cashier didnât have a chance to glare or do anything before being threatened, a gun to the face by one assailant while the other one focused on everyone else and ordered them all onto the ground. Don't play hero, blah blah, basic spiel for robbers who didnât have a clue what they were doing and in a rush.
They were so noisy and now, they were in her way of just doing a simple task and leaving. Her teeth grinded together, an aching urge to remove the obstacle rising up since she still hadnât eaten yet and was still on edge from the confrontation with the cashier. She shook her head, trying to calm herself but the more the people around her started to panic, the more riled up she got as the blood rushed through their veins and the extra noise of the screaming or crying caused an overwhelming irritation to her senses. âI knew I shouldnât have removed my headphones.â, she briefly thought to herself as she took deep breaths but could already feel the shifting of her body adjusting and preparing for a larger size. The feeling of something cold pressed to her temple brought her out of her own bubble, one of the robbers glowering at her and clicking the hammer back in a threatening manner.
âGet on the ground, now!! I wonât say it again!â
Eden slowly turned her head, eyes locking with the man in front of her and watching his hesitation, brain calculating what it was seeing. A twisted grin grew on her features which had the man backing up shakily as she clearly figured out her eyes must have switched and fangs probably much more prominent, the transformation kicking into full swing. She met each backpedal with a step forward, items in her hands slowly clattering to the floor as hands took on their reptilian shape, scaled hide slowly consuming her form, features morphing, and everything became much smaller in comparison to a moment ago. Crashing noises were happening behind her but they went ignored, the prey before her the only main focus as she waited for the small pathetic being to run, to give chase.
âDude, are youâŚ.WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??!â, the robber that was holding the cashier hostage cried out in fear after turning around, taking a few shots and watching in horror as it did absolutely nothing. Glowing crimson eyes locked onto the offender, clawed hands stretching out to snag the robber around the neck with a fierce snarl as he was effortlessly hauled up and dragged close. âMistake..â, she growled out in almost a strained sounding voice, mouth opening wide before taking a nice chomp down on his shoulder of the armed hand and taking a greedy gulp or two while working to disarm. He cried out in pain, music to her ears really as the clattering of the gun signaled no threat from the one in her claws. She removed herself from him reluctantly before tossing him roughly across the room like a rag doll as she focused on the next. The other criminal quickly dropped his weapon but what really stopped her stalking forward was a smell that caused her nose to crinkle in disgust as a wet stain appeared on the front of the robberâs jeans. âSeriously?â, Frenzy questioned with a tilt of her head as she looked at the other with no amusement and waited for an answer but none came as they fainted. Well, that one was no fun.
She slowly turned to the sniveling cashier, the womanâs tears flowing harder as she started begging for her life and throwing out a string of apologies. What an amusing little thing this human was. âCoffee.â, was the single statement made which had the blonde blinking as she shakily looked over to the little abandoned station that appeared worse for the wear. Carefully, the woman moved over to the pot and she poured some coffee into a portable cup though spilling more on the counter than making it in the actual cup. It seemed like everyone else in the room was waiting on bated breath, not daring to move and trying to make sure if they had truly been saved or not at this point. âU-Um, s-sugar? C-Creamer?â
âYes.â
She added in both, not even wanting to question if the yes was to both or not. Taking the completed beverage and clicking the top into place, she moved to the front counter once more before placing it down and stiffly stood in awkward silence waiting for this creature to take it and hopefully go. It stared intensely, gazing into her very soul before a nerve wrecking word left its mouth. âHungry.â She practically bolted with a bag, dumping in the fallen items the former redhead had earlier as well as taking things that had crashed down from the whipping motion of the beast's tails before dumping it onto the counter also. She looked expectantly at Frenzy, watching as clawed hands roughly grabbed the bag but the glare at the inside clearly read displeasure even if the woman couldnât see a frown. The ruby irises shifted down the front of the counter, a massive handful of different candy bars snagged and tossed in the bag. Frenzy didnât know why the sugary confections called to her but something subconsciously begged it to be taken and though she couldnât remember why, she didnât ignore instinct. That task over with, she grabbed the cup still sitting there before looking at the woman who was shaking like a leaf and gripping the counter with a death grip. âMine. Leaving.â, trying to be comforting in a way before swaggering to the door, breaking through it as if it were tissue paper and continuing onward like she hadnât caused utter chaos.
Relationships
(This will be updated as my character meets/interacts with other characters and might be updated more as it continues)
⢠đRespects ⥠đNeutral ⥠đAcquaintance ⥠đIt's Complicated âŁ
⢠đFriend ⥠đGood Friends ⥠đBest Friends ⥠âŁď¸Ex-Friends ⥠đFrienemy ⣠â¨Roommate
⢠đCrush⥠đLoves ⥠đCouple ⥠đBasically Family ⥠đFamily ⥠đEx-Lovers âŁ
⢠â¨ď¸Tense ⥠đDislikes ⥠đĄHates ⥠đżEnemy ⥠đšAbsolutely Loathes âŁ
⢠đFriend ⥠đGood Friends ⥠đBest Friends ⥠âŁď¸Ex-Friends ⥠đFrienemy ⣠â¨Roommate
⢠đCrush⥠đLoves ⥠đCouple ⥠đBasically Family ⥠đFamily ⥠đEx-Lovers âŁ
⢠â¨ď¸Tense ⥠đDislikes ⥠đĄHates ⥠đżEnemy ⥠đšAbsolutely Loathes âŁ
đ Elly Eclair đ
(Sickly Sweet)
(Sickly Sweet)
I love my sister more than anyone. She is the one person who has always understood me and the one I know who will always be there. I know Iâm the older one, I should be better and be the one to protect her but she has always been the stronger of the two of us. Iâm too much of a bleeding heart, the one viewing the positivity in the bleak hopelessness. Iâm not sure Iâm that way anymore. Iâm still trying to figure myself out and I think she is doing the same. I donât know what the future holds but I know one thing, we will face it. Together.
đĄ Anastasia Kravinoff đĄ
(Kraven The Hunter)
(Kraven The Hunter)
She is a brat and if I could do away with her l would. Itâs flattering to be admired to the point of being hunted which is the only reason I donât loathe her with every fiber of my being but she is still waiting to stab me in the backâŚliterally. We can play civil for now but we both know that we are ready to strike at any moment.
đ đ Terrance Ward đ đ
(Trauma)
(Trauma)
I know what itâs like to uncontrollably transform and while I might do horrific acts, at least Iâm a little out of it so I donât have to remember every detail. He has to deal with people he knows and even doesnât know being afraidâŚhow lonely that must feel. I have so much respect for his emotional strength with the powers that he has been given. I couldnât imagine what it must be like to have your loved ones or anyone you care for be afraid of you. That is at least one thing we donât have in common which I am personally grateful for. I would consider him my friend and if he needs my help, I have his back.
đ Jennifer Takeda đ
(Hazmat)
(Hazmat)
Honestly, Iâm not sure what I should sayâŚI mean, yeah, we run in the same group but itâs not like itâs safe to get close. Iâm not sure what it could end up doingâŚyou know the whole radioactive spider-ish bullshit I have going on near radioactive girl...eeehhh, Iâve got enough problems, donât want to accidently add more. I donât mind being on a âteamâ with her and she is pleasant enough. I wouldnât call us buddies but we donât hate or dislike each other so I call it a win.
Harold Schultz
(Thunderwave)
(Thunderwave)
đ đ Micheal Morbius đ đ
(The Living Vampire)
(The Living Vampire)
I donât want to talk about him right now. Maybe after some time has passed. I understand the situation and itâs not his fault butâŚ.
Mystique
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This looks interesting! I think I might dust off an old character of mine for this. She's a character that temporarily gets a weakened version of the powers of people she touches. The upside is unlike Rogue, she can stack them.
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