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║Full Name║
Astrid Rebekah Torres

║Aliases║
Her S.H.I.E.L.D. given codename is “Apollo” . Though her friends call her by a variety of names, to which she answers to each one; Astro, Tori, Luminesca, Faerie, Firefly.

║Mentors║
Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff (Later, she will need Bruce Banner to teach her to control herself)

║Birthday & Age║
March 21st, 1992 (20)

║Ethnicity║
½ Cuban ½ Scandinavian

║Species║
Vanir-Human

║Gender║
Female

║Sexual Orientation║
Heterosexual

║Hometown║
Westchester, New York
Bronx, New York City, New York

║Physical Description║
Astrid isn't one of a physically imposing stature. She's rather short, coming in at about five foot two. Though, due to her dense muscle tissue, despite the fact that she looks like she wouldn't weigh more than a buck twenty soaking wet, she's actually nearly five hundred pounds of pure awesome. Her mother is the Asgardian Goddess of Sex and Battle, so she has quite an image to live up to and she does rather well, sporting sultry curves in all the right places. Her muscle tone is well defined and she takes quite a bit of pride in it, working religiously to ensure her heavenly physique remains as such. She has her mother's trademark blonde locks, though she tends to keep it in a tight bun or a long and thick braid rather than letting it flow down freely. A faded yet prominent and dark scar on her chest jaggedly spells out “Demon” while the rest of her figure is adorned in a number of faded scars from experiments and beatings. The only scar that she has above her neck is a horizontal scar on her right cheek. There are two columns and fifty rows of round scars that start at the base of her neck just below her hairline and extend all the way down to the base of her hips. The spinal scars are jagged and look as though needles were ripped right from her flesh. As far as tattoos, she has a bar code on the back of her neck and a short score of music wrapping from her left wrist to just before her elbow. On the underside of her left wrist is a sword and bow making an "X" over a shield with "True Justice" underneath it. The left side of her torso sports a large Yggdrasil with the roots sprawling down her thigh. Like so. She also has tattoos on her Left arm, right arm, & left foot.

║Likes║
✔ Music ✔ Art ✔ Combat ✔ Vlogging ✔ Writing new songs ✔ Reading ✔ Hanging out in Stark Tower ✔ Watching Stark and Banner work ✔ Spying on Captain Rogers while he works out ✔ Candy ✔ Organic food ✔ Eating pure sugar ✔ Subs ✔ Seafood ✔ Steak ✔ Flying ✔ Her truck ✔ Her pets ✔ Tolerance ✔

║Dislikes║
✘ Self-important people ✘ Bologna ✘ The smell of Pinesol ✘ Black licorice ✘ Watching horror films alone ✘ Watching war films alone ✘ Being without her stuffed panda ✘ Disorder ✘ Nihilism ✘ Bigotry ✘ Dogmatism ✘ Beef stew ✘ Most stew in general ✘ Feeling useless ✘

║Personality║
→Multifaceted←
There are two sides of Astrid, though this is due to her forcibly repressed memories. The surface Astrid is the Astrid from the better part of her childhood. It's who she would have grown into being had everything that happened to her as a child hadn't happened. She's very amiable and finds it easy to approach others, though with the belief that she is a mutant, she is wary around most humans. She's your typical sweetheart, often throwing people off because her type of sweet is a rare thing these days. She would offer a total stranger her jacket if they were cold or perhaps a slice of pie if they seemed sad. Despite being so forward and friendly, she still manages to give off a bashful vibe towards those who don't know her well enough. Once a person has earned the right to be called her friend, they aren't just a witness to her outgoing and whimsical mannerisms, but they become involved and she's more open.

She's the type of girl who prefers spending time with her friends over solitude unless she needs some time to think. She's almost always with someone though, even if she's just reading a book or writing a new song. She's never still for too long, having to do something that keeps her moving. Because of this, she often prefers to be outside entertaining. Whether she's in the middle of the mall, a 7/11, or the street, she has no problem bursting into song, dancing, performing acrobatic stunts, acting out a scene from Hamlet, or breaking out an instrument. She's not really an attention-whore, as some would misunderstand. She just likes to see a smile on people's faces while being able to express herself and her talents. She's very proud of her talents, though not overbearingly so to the point where she has to point it out in every conversation or display them to anyone who hasn't seen yet. In actuality, when it comes to performing in front of others, she tends to only do it to cheer them up or busk. She's never actually uploaded any videos of herself performing from home – All videos of her performing are from her busking. She'll only perform socially at the request of others and prefers that she's not the center of attention outside of busking.

Self-expression is a phrase that she's highly familiar with. Art is her life and her passion, easily told by the tattoos and piercings adoring her body. One of her pet peeves is being judged (herself and others) for tattoos and piercings. She literally has a rebuttle for anything and everything that a person might try to argue about in a conversation against body art, as she's been approached more than once (like so many others) by people (mostly old people) with reserves against body art. She's very proud of the ink that she's put on her body and finds herself often doodling more onto them every now and again when the inspiration hits her. She frequents tattoo shops to observe the work of others (maybe now and again to do some work of her own for some cash) and isn't against sitting in an art museum for hours to stare at a painting or sculpture to wonder what the artist was feeling. She wishes that every artist had her ability to make others feel as they do when they perform or paint, thinking that more people would truly appreciate art if they could.

That's her good side.

Let's talk about her inner warrior.

From the ages of six to fifteen, she was...Well. She was something. She was prone to violent mood swings, depressed one minute and ferociously angry the next. She spent her days switching between two very exclusive ranges of feelings: Hatred, anger, vindictive, righteous, and sanguinary were the worst. She was more bearable when she was feeling lonely, sad, hurt, suicidal, and dead inside. Either way, someone ended up dead before the night was over each and every day. After escaping her captors, when she wasn't feeling dead inside and moping in bed, she was out satisfying her need to vindicate the innocent lives she had been forced to take and the lives of others that she had not taken but had witnessed being taken. Her level of intensity during such a mood swing was always at a fifty out of a scale of ten, “going hard”, as the kids say. She was absolutely brutal, cruel, and uncaring. She could skin a man alive and pour acid on him without feeling a shred of remorse for what she had done.

But she wasn't messy. She was an apex predator. She was the crocodile in murky waters and her prey was the unsuspecting deer trying to cross. She was smart – She had been trained to leave no traces of her presence and she did so very well in that. She would often compare herself to Dexter - a favorite show of hers and a bit of inspiration. She had been hardened by her past and no fucks were given as she watched the light diminish from the eyes of her victims. But she felt in her head that she was doing the right thing. Her heart had no say in it – They weren't on speaking terms during that time. But despite her cruel treatment of perceived criminals, she never hurt an innocent person if she could help herself (when she wasn't hopped up on mind control) and would go out of her way to make sure that an innocent would remain out of harm's way even if it meant that she would get hurt.

She didn't like talking to people and she didn't make eye contact except to either glare or give a lifeless gaze. She had no passion for art or life, only her view of justice. But she's changed now, though Natasha hopes to bring out her inner beast and control it.

║Powers, Skills, & Talents║
[+]Powers – Attributing to her Vanir blood, the innate magic within her has taken the form of light and she has studied Photology extensively to harness her powers. She has the ability to generate, bend, shift, focus, scatter, and generally control light to various degrees and effects. From weapons to steps to shields, Astrid can solidify the light photons and manipulate their shape and density to aid her. She uses this for flight often, creating a “surfboard” under her feet and using her control over light to move herself. By energizing the light photons and directing them, she can create an offensive and powerful blast and even create lasers to sear her targets. Astrid sees the world around her in extreme HD and literally doesn't miss anything around her. It's pretty useful for noticing nervous twitches in suspects as well as spotting things from far away. Though, she's not Superman; She can't see clear across a city. She can individually pick someone out in a crowd from half a mile away. Astrid can bring about an area of darkness through repelling or simply absorbing the light photons around her or her target. Through scattering and stretching and bending light photons, she can cast about an area of absolute light, allowing for no shadow and even no visibility, possibly blinding people temporarily or permanently.

Rather than creating illusions in someone's mind like a telepath, she can make something that is solid and real. Sort of. Whether its a walking, talking person or a large building. Of course, she needs empty space to create the illusion; She can't make a wall lead into a room that isn't there. The difference between her holographs and visual illusions is that the holographs are impalpable and the illusions are solid. Astrid's ability to generate light comes from the light inside of her. Literally. Photons of light are integrated to her every molecule. Even her boogers glow. Lovely imagery right there. Anyways. When not too worn out, Astrid can manage to become light. Her body fades away and her clothes drop and she becomes light. She can still hear and see and smell (she has yet to figure out how that works out) but she is intangible – For as long as she needs to be. In addition to her ability over light, she is well noted for her “Art Intuition”. Her combination of mastery over light and art is what earned her the codename Apollo. While one might not think that being able to master various art forms without trying is hardly much of a power or even out of the ordinary, the fact that she can sway people's emotions and thoughts through her work is quite a power. Hardly an aggressive power, but it has its uses. It's rather entertaining as well.

[+]Physical Conditions – An attribute of her half Vanir genes is her incredible physical abilities. At her peak she is able to lift and throw eight tons, running at speeds above that of even the finest human athlete and her reflexes surpass that of even the most fit felines. Astrid's musculature produces considerably less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the musculature of a regular human being so she can exert herself at peak capacity for about ten hours before fatigue begins to impair her. Her body is much more resistant to physical harm than the body of a human being. She is capable of withstanding great impact forces, exposure to temperature and pressure extremes, powerful energy blasts, and medium caliber bullets. Astrid's bodily tissues have about one and a half times the density as the bodily tissue of a human being. As a result, she is actually much heavier than she appears. This increased tissue density also contributes somewhat to her physical strength and endurance. She had grown into the body of a twenty-one year old by the age of twelve and has not physically aged since. Despite her body's resistance, Astrid can be injured like any other Vanir and human being. However, her metabolism enables her to rapidly regenerate damaged bodily tissue with greater speed and efficiency than a human being is capable of. Injuries such as slashes and punctures can heal within minutes whereas broken bones can heal within a few days. However, she is not capable of regenerating severed limbs or missing organs.

[+]Education – She's done extensive studying of Photology, though no degree. She believes in self-studying. Her list of languages include English, Spanish, Japanese, Italian, Dutch, Icelandic, Old Norse, and Latin.

[+]Combat – She's a 5th degree black belt in Muay Thai and a formidable boxer, a former Bantamweight Youth World Amateur Champion.

[+]Domestic – Her domestic skills include cooking, familiar with many recipes through surfing the web. She is also (obviously) highly artistic and is a frequent traceuse.

║Weaknesses, Disabilities, & General Flaws║
[-]Physical – She knew a mutant once upon a time who could heal and who also didn't know about Astrid's healing factor. She had broken her arm and the young mutant tried to heal her while Astrid's own body was in the process. Doing so didn't work out so well and now when her left arm is hit with enough force, it goes numb for days.

[-]Combat – She has no memory of her previous combat experience. She is capable of sometimes subconsciously tapping into those skills by reflex but she cannot consciously access those skills.

[-]Oddities – She cannot sleep. She might get tired, but she cannot sleep for any longer than three or four hours a day. It's on the last seven days of every month when she just shuts down, her body entering a state of self-preservation as she recharges completely. It's these seven days when she's at her weakest. She can stave off that sleep for a few days if she must, but she'll sleep for every day that she missed.

[-]Mental – She is mildly schizophrenic with a dash of PTSD, a sprinkle of paranoia, and a hearty helping of dysphoric mania.

[-]Emotional – She doesn't do so well with trusting humans, much less giving a damn for most of them.

[-]Medical – Well, she doesn't have a blood type. Or at least not any human blood type. If she suffers from serious blood loss, she cannot receive blood transfusion from anyone that isn't Vanir or at least Aesir. She is also allergic to asparagus, peanuts, paprika, codfish, poppies, bush daises, carnations, copper, and papayas.

[-]Addictions – Marijuana, nicotine, sugar, body art, and alcohol.

║Equipment║
※Weapons – She doesn't use man made weapons. Her choice of weapon is a small sphere of light that she can morph into what she wants. She also has a number of instruments, but she mostly uses her violin.

※Vehicles – She has two vehicles – Her civilian vehicle is a 2008 GM Sierra while her other is a “surfboard” made of light.

※Sentimental Items – A locket mirroring her brother and father's containing a picture of herself, her brother, her father, and her mother.

※Gadgets – Nada

※IDs – Driver's Licenses for New York, Louisiana, Washington, Nevada, California, Florida, and Arizona under the names Jamie Willer, Nadine Salem, Luna Forester, Arlene Berry, Rebecca Stack, Jessica Rider, and Amelia Lee. She doesn't have any IDs with her actual name on them except her S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 1 ID.

║History║
Astrid was born when Freya ventured to Midgard simply out of boredom. It was there that she fell in love, as she had many times before. Out of this relationship came two children: Astrid and Ásbjorn. Now, these two children absolutely adored their parents, though they were more inclined to their mother. But their happiness wouldn't last for too long, as they were soon thrust into a world of darkness and abuse. See, Freya wasn't happy with her current living situation. Domestic life was fun for a while, but she had no intentions of remaining that way. She was a Goddess of Battle, for Odin's sake! The leader of the Valkyries!

Her life had grown stale and her husband lazy. And so she told her children that they were leaving - She was going to take them to Asgard and raise them among their sisters and the Valkyries so that they would be true warriors. She hadn't had the chance before Edgar killed his children. Snapped the toddlers' little necks, put them in a sack, and left it in the middle of nowhere.

Why would he do that? Because, he had let his head get filled with ideas from his coworkers and media that mutants did exist and they were abominations. He was a Christian man and his thoughts were easily swayed into believing that the children he once thought were angels blessed by God were demons in disguise. The sanctimonious man tried to explain this to his lover, but he was a bit (a lot) surprised when she revealed her identity to him. Angry that he dared to kill her children, she killed him and left the ash that remained of him in his apartment, returning to her home on Vanaheim to mourn the loss of her babies.

So...where did that leave Astrid and Ásbjorn? Well, they had managed to wash upon shore where they were found by some fishermen. These fishermen were a bit surprised when they found a glowing sack floating down the river. What had happened was little Astrid acted on reflex, bringing about a sphere of light around she and her brother within the sack. A bubble. She wasn't really versed in using her powers, so they just floated until the fishermen pulled them out. They were surprised to find a young girl who was glowing and a young boy whose body seemed coated in shadow as though standing under shade. Thoroughly frightened, they called the authorities and were paid off by the government to keep silent about it.

The two soon found themselves under the “care” of William Stryker and his team of odd and twisted scientists. With twelve mutants, they were in captivity and slavery from the ages of six to thirteen. For seven years, they suffered daily emotional, mental, physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. Or at least Astrid did. Ásbjorn was nine when he died after having his heart removed in a battle to the death. It was part of an experiment to see which was stronger – The mutant with super strength or the child whose species they had yet to identify. Ásbjorn was easily stronger, but he wasn't a fighter. He never had been. In their years of captivity, Astrid had been the strong one. She was the one that defended who she could, taking extra beatings so that he might be spared and have a few minutes to recover.

The most horrific part of her capture was the Quintipede. It was a crude form of technology that was used to manipulate a person's nerves to control their movement. It was a failure and discarded after a mind control serum that worked through injection had been created. (Think back to X2) It was with this serum that they were able to mostly control those that they held captive. Their subjects became less resistant and were more malleable for training. They were transformed into drones, trained to handle various forms of combat and often sent out to capture or kill mutants.

They didn't expect some of them to start developing an immunity to the serum, therefore unsuspecting of the attack that came shortly after. They destroyed the base where they were being contained, killing everyone that they came into contact with. William Stryker was lucky enough to not be there when the attack happened, though he was furious when he returned. Where did these kids go? 1407 Greymalkin Lane. They were found and rescued after walking down the road by Professor Xavier and his friend, Eric Lensherr.

It was there that Astrid went through a couple of years of deep depression and anger, her strange sleeping habit forming. For two years, she simply lost her passion for life and seemed to just go through motions of living. She also had a sort of... “Batman Phase” going on. She would venture out into the city and brutally murder criminals that she came across. The NYPD was on a manhunt for a serial killer with no face or no name. But someone knew who it was. Agent Natasha Romanoff had been keeping tabs on the strange glowing teenager after Astrid took out one of the agent's targets before she could get to him.

Fearing that the government would get its hands on Astrid once more, after finding out what she was doing, Charles went through intense therapy with her and eventually got her permission to repress those memories of her life. When he was finished with her, as far as the fifteen year old knew, she was an orphan. Her mother, father, and brother had died in a terrible house fire - this also prompted a fear of uncontrolled fires. With the darker memories of her life gone, so was the attitude. She became all that she could be and was virtually a ray of sunshine. She had no memory of her combat training or anything. She had no urge to kill anybody anymore either and actually became a bit more withdrawn when faced with conflict.

She was eighteen when she moved out of Xavier's and got her own apartment in the Bronx, continuing to work at a small diner that she had been working at when she planned to move out – Busking wasn't going to pay her new bills. It was there that she met Captain Steve Rogers and forged a friendship when he became a regular customer, often giving him a free slice of apple pie (his usual dessert order) whenever he came around for lunch. He would often walk her to her car when she worked the night shift.

How did she get selected for the Avengers Apprentice Initiative? Well, she was on her way home, being escorted to her car by none other than her future mentor. As they were crossing the street, a car was speeding towards a child and her mother. Cap was able to grab the mother and child and pull them out of harm's way but at the expense of nearly being hit himself. Without thinking, Astrid punched the car and sent it flying a few feet away, flipping it over and exposing herself. She made him swear to keep her secret before running away. She was hard pressed to meet his gaze the following days, but it got easier.

Within the next couple of months, she was being escorted by him to a rather top secret location in the middle of the ocean. On the way, he explained about the AAI and talked her into it, but Nick Fury and other higher ups had their reserves about it. How could she compete? What made her so special?

A bit of research into her revealed her YouTube Channel and her whimsical nature on her videos further put them at unease about the Captain's choice. She was just a street performing waitress. It was then that Natasha stepped in and told them that Astrid was previously a Bantamweight Youth World Amateur Champion and formerly fought in underground MMA matches as a champion. Astrid was unaware of these memories, but went along with it anyways. Captain sealed the deal by explaining how she had pushed over a car without breaking a sweat. After a bit of argument, Captain and Natasha won and they had their first apprentice.

║Extra║
║ She has a Tibetan Mastiff named Yum Yum and a Sugar Glider named Bastille ║

║Full Name║
Sofia Yazmin Fidel

║Aliases║
Her friends call her Syfi. Not just because she's addicted to comics and video games either. She has earned her own S.H.I.E.L.D. codename, being dubbed PC due to her genius level intellect and eidetic memory.

║Mentors║
Bruce Banner and Tony Stark

║Birthday & Age║
August 3rd, 1998 (14)

║Ethnicity║
½ Mexican ½ Korean

║Species║
Human

║Gender║
Female

║Sexual Orientation║
Homosexual

║Hometown║
Detroit, Michigan

║Physical Description║
PC is a bit on the thick side, having a problem with her weight, though it's best not to bring that up around her because she is easily offended. Intense physical labor isn't on her to-do list, so she does get teased quite often for not pursuing a healthier lifestyle. Her hair is dark black and naturally curly, more often than not found pushed up into a bun. Other than her weight, she takes great care of her appearance, having her own "geek" swag sort of style. While she doesn't often wear accessories, she always color coordinates her outfit and always, always has a bow in her hair.

║Likes║
✔ Spaghetti ✔ Donuts ✔ Inventing ✔ Building & Collecting Vehicles ✔ Weaponizing things ✔ Sociology & Psychology ✔ The circus ✔ Studying ✔ Smoking ✔ Hacking ✔ Comics ✔ Reading ✔ Video games ✔ FPS games ✔ Being recognized ✔ S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy ✔ The Avengers ✔ Whiskey ✔

║Dislikes║
✘ George Lopez ✘ Having her makeup mussed ✘ Crying ✘ Polka Asparagus ✘ Being teased ✘ People touching her things ✘ Being lied to ✘ Restrictions ✘ Sprite ✘ Gatorade ✘ Outlandish outfits ✘ Teen Mom ✘ Terrible literature ✘ Being hacked ✘ Orange (the color) ✘ Romantic Comedies ✘ Most comedians ✘ Lewd jokes ✘

║Personality║
→Off, Distant, Physically lazy, Brilliant←
Sofia isn't an easy girl to get along with if your IQ is under 110. Her life revolves around her work and if you can't support a conversation about quantum mechanics, she feels that she's wasting her time and will not speak with you. If you try to speak with her, she tends to be silent. She doesn't even try to pretend to listen, she just completely focuses on something else. She hates to be disturbed with trivial matters while she's working on something. She is possibly obsessed with seeing exactly what she can modify and how she can modify it. Her own home is nothing more than a large weapon. Even her television remote is weaponized with a laser. She often stresses to people who visit her dorm not to touch anything that runs on batteries, electricity, or even looks remotely technological. Simply for the fact of nearly everything in her dorm being dangerous, she doesn't often invite people over. More often than not, she won't even answer the door because she's working on something. Whether she's drawing up new blueprints or writing new theories, she cannot keep the world of math and science off of her brain.

She's not exactly the funniest girl in the world, seeming to enjoy many puns of the intellectual sort. Many times her jokes don't even make sense but she laughs anyways. Lacking a real sense of humor, she will often give only a light smile or giggle at things that most people will double over for. Things that most people would stop and ponder over are the things that she will double over for. She doesn't often get depressed, but when she does, she tends to shut herself down and do what the general female population does: Eat junk food and watch tons of ridiculous movies. She's not a fan of crying and has never cried in front of anyone. She's very strong willed and independent, disliking when it seems as though people are only being nice to her because they feel sorry for her. She doesn't feel like she needs anyone's pity. As far as her aggressive side goes, she doesn't have one. She's a pacifist. Not really, but the thought of combat makes her tired so she doesn't bother attempting to learn anything beyond pointing and shooting.

║ Skills, & Talents║
[+]Education – PhDs in Computer Sciences and Quantum Physics. She has genius level intellect. She is also fluent in Sindarin, Klingon, Drow, Latin, Hebrew, Japanese, Mandarin Chinese, Spanish, Korean, and Russian. While at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Intelligence academy, she was excelling in holographic engineering.

║Weaknesses, Disabilities, & General Flaws║
[-]Physical – She is useless when it comes to combat. She is easily overheated, lethargic, and stresses in life-threatening situations.

[-]Medical – She is Type 2 diabetic with hypothyroidism, contributing to her obesity. She has a mild case of asthma, often showing when overworking herself to having too many cigarettes.

[-]Mental – She is a bit obsessive. You'll find out how later...

║Equipment║
※Vehicles – She's 14...She has a Segway.

※Gadgets – Miniature blowtorch, used for on-the-go welding and whatnot.

Circuit booster, it resembles a small two-pronged fork but is capable of generating high voltages of electricity. She uses it to sort of jump start dead circuits.

Taser, a girl's got to protect herself, right?

Wires, She always has various wires with her just in case she needs them for something.

Multipurpose tool, Containing a knife, screwdriver, pliers, and a flathead.

※IDs – Just her Level 4 S.H.I.E.L.D. ID and a fake ID that says she's 19.

║History║
Growing up, Sofia was an outcast even in her own family. She was a genius from the start, an obvious child prodigy. Her first words were spoken at four months and by the time she was six months, she was putting together basic sentences more common among six and seven year olds. She was nine months when she learned to read and ten months when she learned to write. She was frustrated when school came around because her parents were holding her back, not wanting her to advance ahead of the other children her age because they felt it was more important for her to develop socially.

But Sofia was having none of that. On her own, she managed to contact her biggest idol - Doctor Orfelina Xavier. She had read and re-read the older woman's various books a thousand times over and had even attended one of her speakings. It was with the help of the Marine that Sofia was able to earn her high school diploma at the tender age of eight and go on into college at the age of nine. With an excellent referral from one of their most prestigious students, Oxford welcomed her with open arms. By the time she was twelve, she had graduated from Oxford, double majoring with terminal degrees in Computer Sciences and Quantum Physics.

She returned home to her family -who hadn't spoken to her in a while- in an attempt to patch things up with them, but was shunned for her disobedience and frowned upon for her "freakishness", as they were unable to comprehend Sofia's success. But she soon came into the family that had been watching her for years - S.H.I.E.L.D. The organization picked up the young girl and offered her a place within their Intelligence academy where she would be among those of equal and even greater intellect and possibly even have the chance to work with Doctor Richards, Doctor von Doom, Doctor Stark, or even Doctor Banner. It was a dream come true for her and she was soon on her way,

She broke the record held by Leopold Fitz as the youngest to enter the academy. She veered away from what she already knew and began to study engineering (holographic engineering, specifically) and biochemistry. She hadn't spent but two years within the academy before she found herself approached by Tony Stark and Bruce Banner with an offer to be mentored by them as a chance to become a future Avenger. How could she say no? Excited, she resolved with her professors to continue her studies from Stark Tower under the guidance of her new mentors.

║Extra║
(WIP)

Full Name:
Duncan Ezio Frost

Aliases:
He is sometimes affectionately called Baby Bond. He has earned the SHIELD Codename of Mr Perfect but he despises it. Much preferring to be called by his name.

Mentor/s:
Clint Barton

Birthday and Age:
July 16th 1990 (24)

Ethnicity:
British (½ Scottish & ½ Italian)

Species:
Mutant

Gender:
Male

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Hometown:
Dundee, Scotland

Physical Description:

Duncan is an attractive and handsome young man with olive skin and dark brown hair and eyes. He stands at around 6’ and weights a solid 220lbs with no inch of fat on his body. He is muscular but overly so and looks rather natural, which is key as he hides tremendous strength. Duncan doesn’t have any tattoos or any significant scars. His sense of dress is modern and stylish, commonly he is seen in dark jeans and long sleeve t-shirts. He uses accessories such as watches, necklaces and scarves. When working, Duncan takes inspiration from the literary counterpart he is often compared to and wears fine Italian suits. He does not wear a mask as he does not consider himself a superhero.

Likes:

- Working
- Guns
- Swords
- Women
- Alcohol
- Dogs
- Fast Cars
- Gambling

Dislikes:

- Filth
- Foul Language
- Rom Coms
- Group Activities (Unless it’s a mission)
- Vegetables
- Cats

Personality:

Duncan is a unique individual. He appears to be of sound mind and strong spirit. Like most who lose parents in their youth, Duncan has abandonment issues. He rarely makes long-lasting relationships with men or women. He professes to have never fallen in love. He maintains no friendships from before his parents’ death and only the most irregular contact with friends from his late teens. Duncan is not nostalgic, but lives firmly in the present. He has only vague notions or thoughts about old age and retirement, which he does not seem to think he will live to see. He enjoys pushing himself to the limit, both mentally and physically. Duncan's stress levels actually drop when the stakes are higher. He is prone to boredom and mild depression when not challenged. He has strong interpersonal skills. He can act comfortably in many situations, but does not seek out companionship except, most notably, for sexual recreation. Duncan's lone wolf personality-type tends to attract others.

He is goal-oriented, but he often seeks these goals in an indirect and secretive way. He has kept many areas of his life meticulously compartmentalized, never allowing the emotional issues from the loss of his family or from relationships to intrude on his professional life. Duncan seems to have an emotional and mental need for multiple layers of reality. He thrives when not revealing all of himself, carefully organizing the aspects of his personality he reveals to others. Thus Duncan is excellent at burying information he does not wish to reveal, making him a very good security risk if questioned under almost any circumstance.

Extremely solitary, he does not console himself by surrounding himself with others. His athletic pursuits tend to be solitary: running, skiing, hiking, swimming, diving, and climbing. Most importantly, Duncan is deeply loyal to institutions. After his parents' death, he embraced his British and Scottish roots. His concept of his nationality is a large part of his identity. This is reflected in some of his social attitudes, which seem to embrace a British identity of the not too distant past. When pressed, Duncan seems to identify with the notion of helping to "protect the realm", or "serving the monarch" and the ideals embodied in the mythic notion of St. George.

Powers, Skills & Talents:

Genetic Perfection: The natural mutant variation of the Super Soldier formula, Duncan is what SHIELD have classed as genetically perfect. He is as intelligent, strong, fast, agile, and durable as it is possible for a human being to be without being considered superhuman.

- Strategist
- Detective
- Multilingualism
- Persuasion
- Combatant
- Marksman
- Assassin
- Free Running
- Stealth
- Driving/Pilotng
Weaknesses, Disabilities & General Flaws

Despite his mutant genetics, Duncan is in fact still very much a human and as such, he is still possesses all of the physical weaknesses that a regular human would. He is simply much more tolerable and his immune system can easily fight of infection.

Duncan’s solitary and untrusting nature can be considered a weakness as when the time comes, he may not have anyone to depend on when it matters most. His lone wolf mentality has gotten people killed in the past.

Equipment:

For weapons, Duncan will use anything from a handgun, to SMG’s to Sniper rifles, hell he can use a dart to kill you. He has used poison, syringes, explosives and his own fists in the past.

Duncan has a collection of many vehicles at his family estate. For recreation he drives a 2014 Jaguar F Type and a 1956 Jaguar Roadster. When on SHIELD business, he drives whatever they provide him.

He dislikes gadgets and is rather hands on with everything he does.

History:

Duncan Ezio Frost was born on July 16th 1990 in Florence, Italy. His father Andrew Frost of Dundee, Scotland was an officer in the Navy who was stationed over there. He met Carmela whilst over there and the two had a whirlwind romance that resulted in marriage and Duncan. Until the age of eleven, young Duncan lived in Italy with his parents until tragically, they both died when the train the young family was on derailed. Duncan survived only by the timely manifestation of he would come to know as his mutant ability. After being treated at the hospital with only minor injuries, the young boy was sent to live with his paternal grandparents in Dundee, where he was privately tutored in order to adjust to the English way of life. He then joined the public school system a short time later.

After graduating from the local school at the age of 17, Duncan began attending the Britannia Royal Naval College. While there, he excelled in all areas of training. Duncan matriculated from his coursework at BRNC with passable marks. However, whilst excelling at athletic competitions, strategic operations, and counter-intelligence courses, his unconventional approach to his education, his diffident attitude to some of his superiors, and a lack of respect for curfew drew him many demerits. On more than one occasion, a fellow candidate was strongly suspected of lying to protect Duncan from punishment. In his later teens, he lost both of his grandparents in the span of a few months.

Duncan’s exceptional skills and seemingly impossible physical capabilities for a boy his age, caught the attention of one of his instructors. This instructor put young Duncan on SHIELD’s radar, he was recruited a short time after. He didn’t stay at SHIELD Academy for long and was soon out in the field with a mentor in Hawkeye.

Extra:
When not away working, Duncan lives on his families massive estate in the hills of Scotland

║Full Name║ Nicholas Templeton

║Aliases║ Nick, Shield Alias: Knock-Out

║Mentor(s)║ Thor

║Birthday & Age║ 1-25-90 (24)

║Ethnicity║ Caucasian

║Species║ Human

║Gender║ Male

║Sexual Orientation║ Heterosexual

║Hometown║ Warner Robbins, Ga.

║Physical Description║ Nick is not exactly a physically, but don't let it fool you. Standing at 5'11" and weighing in at a solid 210 all of it muscle. For years Nick did everything he could to hide in plain sight so he doesn’t have any outstanding characteristics with the exception of an earring in his left ear. Although he does bear some minor physical scars on his upper torso from being shot, beaten or stabbed living in one of the rougher sections of the Bronx over the last couple of years.

For Nick the key is blending in and drawing attention to himself, and that includes his choice of wardrobe. He is very comfortable in wearing just a pair of jeans with a basic black t-shirt and a pair of tennis shows usually accompanied by a baseball hat and sunglasses trying to maintain a low profile. Although given his size trying to maintain a low profile for Nick at times is difficult, but he does what he can not to draw attention to himself.

║Likes║ Nick has an appreciation for the following: Working out, helping others, reading, the films of Liam Nesson and Russell Crowe, the music of Bruce Springsteen, cooking, and football.

║Dislikes║ Nick tries to maintain a low profile, but there are certain times when he decides it’s time to let his feelings be known. Injustice in any form, self-righteousness and hypocrisy, corporations that don’t give back, and talking about his past.

║Personality║ Nick when you get right down to it is a southerner. He is polite, says “Ma’am” and “Sir”, always looking to what is right for the greater good, and believes that one you give your word you keep it. Nick is very loyal to his friends. He believes in them and is never afraid to stand alongside of them under any circumstance.

Don’t let the southern accent and southern upbringing fool you though Nick is no fool. Through his share of ups and downs he has seen how the world works and it’s pretty difficult to pull the wool over his eyes. If there are tough choices to be made Nick is not afraid to take the lead and make a stand. Nick firmly believes that there is always a way to win. It may not be orthodox or go by the book, but Nick has a hard time of ever admitting that he has been beaten.

→Traits←

║Powers, Skills, & Talents║ Nick is skilled in hand to hand combat. He is a street brawler and knows how to use his fists and would prefer to use them first as opposed to being in a fire fight. Nick is proficient in the use of fire arms, but they are clearly not his first choice.

Chief among Nick’s powers is his incredible strength. It is pure unbridled strength. He has been known to arm wrestle Captain America to draw and bench press a hummer without breaking a sweat.

Another of Nick’s powers is what best can be called “Rhino Skin”. In that his skin his invulnerable to bullets. most small arm weapons, and many explosive devices.
Nick is a tremendous student of military history which makes him a brilliant strategist, and he uses that knowledge in any situation he can. Nick is not afraid to cite an example from the Civil War to help make his point.

One thing Nick loves doing is riding a motorcycle and he is a world class talent when it comes to riding one.

║Weaknesses, Disabilities, & General Flaws║ For all of his great strength Nick is not immortal! He can be killed like any other mortal. For example acid, magic, electrocuted, gases things of that nature.

Nick also has the flaw of he will eventually get tired. If he fought at full power for any extended length of time his powers would eventually fade.

║Equipment║
※Weapons – As much as he hates just using a gun Nick does own two 45 auto mags, but only uses them when called upon during a mission. He would prefer to use his strength, because Nick feels that these powers are gift and he wants to use them.

Nick is also the proud owner (courtesy of SHIELD) of a one of a kind Harley that has enough gadgets on it to make James Bond envious. Again though Nick hates relying on the gadgets but will use them if he has to.

He does have one item from his past. A pocket watch with a picture of his parents and his younger sister Amanda.

║History║(Okay I’m gonna take a “unique” approach to Nick’s history).

Journal Entry 001: Nick Templeton

Col. Fury says in order to understand where we’re going we have to understand where we’ve been, so with that in mind I’m writing out my journey so far.

I was born in Warner Robbins, GA. My daddy worked at the Air Force base in the hospital as an orderly, and mama raised me and my sister Amanda while she worked part time at the mess hall on the base. When I was 7 years old my daddy was killed in a car accident and mama had a time trying to raise us and keep a roof over our heads.

When I was getting ready to graduate High School I still had no clue what I wanted to do with my life, so I figured I’d join the Air Force. It’s an honest way to make a living, and I could send some of my pay home to help my family. Then I heard Amanda wanted to be a doctor, and she was always good in science and anatomy. Unfortunately we made too much money to get any good financial aid for her and not enough to pay for everything on our own.

As it came time for me to join the Air Force I promised Amanda I’d find a way to pay for her to go to med school. Well between helping mama, and paying my own bills sending Amanda money was real hard. Until I overheard a couple of fellas talking about an afterhours fighting club where a guy could make lots of money fast. I was good with my fists so I figured why not and gave it a shot. I made more money in one fight than I did in 3 months, so I kept at it and started earning lots of money.

Then one night changed everything. I was out jogging when I saw something crash near the base. I went over to check it out and it was a meteorite that was glowing all these different colors. As I got closer it made me feel strange I can’t really describe it, but I began to feel more powerful than The Hulk but I didn’t turn green or anything. After a few moments I was able to get away from it. I had a fight that night and felt all-right so I went to it. The fight began and with one punch I crushed a man’s face in. There was nothing left of it. I grabbed my money and bolted from the base. As I bolted the guards shot at me. The bullets hit me, but they felt like bug bites and they didn’t leave hardly any marks at all. Yeah what I did was desertion but I thought there was no other way out.

I made my way up the East Coast laying low. I did various odd jobs and if I saw someone in trouble I helped out, but I did everything I could to keep out of sight. All the time I kept wondering about mama and Amanda but I knew if I tried to call them the Government would find me and if they found out about my powers I’d be dissected in a heartbeat.

After a couple of years I made it to New York City. The perfect place to hide in plain sight. I volunteered at the local shelter in exchange for a place to lay my head while working construction jobs during the day. Everything was going pretty good for me I was making a difference, and I would keep saving my money with the hopes of one day helping my sister get to college and med school.

One night as I was taking out the trash, and I saw a guy starting to beat on a woman. I went over to stop him the next thing I know I got sprayed with some kind of knock-out gas. When I woke up I was in this special prison cell. I tried to punch my way out but I couldn’t and a guy with an eye patch approached and said, “This thing is designed to hold The Hulk. You’re not getting out anytime soon Templeton.” He introduced himself as Col. Nick Fury and complemented me about my first name. It turns out he had been following me for years and was watching to see how I would use my powers. He said that I had a good heart and wanted to make a difference for others, and he apologized for tricking me the way they did in getting me caught, but the military was closing in on me . Col. Fury said he thought I had what it took to be an Avenger. I just needed the right guidance.

I told him I wasn’t sure, but he said he was gonna make me an offer I couldn’t refuse. First they knew about my sister and she won a scholarship. Not only was she gonna go to college, but the scholarship would pay for her Med-School. She was the first ever recipient of the Tony Stark “Making a difference for Tomorrow Scholarship.” Secondly Col. Fury held up a piece of paper and said, “This is your arrest report.” He held it over a shredder and pulled out another piece of paper and said, “This is a Presidential Pardon. If you agree to join us the warrant goes into the shredder. If you chose not to the Pardon goes in the shredder. What are you prepared to do?”

I’m surprised I took more than three seconds to make my decision.

Col. Fury said that I had great power and potential to be a leader I just needed some guidance. Who would’ve thought that a guy from Warner Robbins, Ga. would be working with Thor, the Thunder God? He’s kinda hard to understand, but he smiles and laughs a lot and makes me feel like a valued member of the team. Thor says, “I see great things in you Nicholas (he always calls me that). Now you need to see them. Never be afraid of your power! Embrace it! Your powers can make a difference, but always remember your greatest strength is here.” (and he points to my chest).

I’ve learned so much and I still got a lot more. Yep the guy from Warner Robbins has done good.