Full name: William Maximoff-Shade (Unrelated to canon son of Scarlet witch) Alias/Codename: Cybernetic Age: 19 Country of origin: "Eastern Europe" Sokovia Basic appearance: 5'6 of varying mass. His overall appearance doesn't change, keeping his lean build and boyish looks. Keeps his hair short. Costume: Having control over technology and nanites, a metallic suit is the only way to go. Composed of the nanites that make up his blood stream, the suit is a living part of himself and serves mostly to conceal his identity, provide his flight capabilities and act as a suitable material for him to create his weaponry using his Technopathy. And to some extent, it's a small statement of his idolisation to Stark.
Skills:
-Technical prowess outside of powers -Snark master 2000 -Blackmail skills -Hacking ability outside of technopathy
Powers:
-Synthetic body: Like his father, Will's body is composed of entirely synthetic material and his blood stream is basically a stream of nanites. As such, he is able to control his own density, mass and temperature to a small extent, as well as his own pain tolerance. However, he can only ignore any physical stimulations for so long until it overrides whatever 'firewalls' he puts up against it and incapacitates him. Luckily, his synthetic body also allows him to regenerate from his injuries, anything too grievous, however, will force a shut down on himself. He's stronger and faster than the average human, but his ability doesn't surpass other's with actual superspeed and strength -Mild immunity to toxins: Toxins, drugs and foreign chemicals still afflict him, but effects show up at a slower compared to an completely organic being -Immune to electrocution: You may not want to touch him whilst he's statically charged though, it's like a live wire -Superhuman intelligence: Having a computer as a father and a super genius as a technical grandfather has it's perks to one's intelligence. -Techno-pathy: powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Technology.. Limited to his own creation and technology outside of Stark Tech. -Limited control over Chaos magick: Unlike his mother's natural prowess over magick, Will can only summon up small bursts of chaos magick to act as a projectile. Used as a last resort as it is physically and mentally very draining.
Brief bio:
After a slew of adventures and risking their lives, the superhero known as Vision and Scarlet witch (a.k.a Wanda Maximoff) finally tied the knot and settled down to have a child. Unable to conceive a child by natural means, they turned to magick and technology to fulfil their wishes. After many failed attempts, a young boy was conceived and named "William Maximoff-Shade" using part of Vision's human alias; 'Victor Shade'. 3 years into raising their child, a new threat arose that required them to once more take up their superhero mantles and return to saving the world, resulting in Will growing up experiencing the superhero side of the world through every cut, bruise and hospital visit that his parents brought home. The worry of losing a parent ever present until he figured out that he was able to shut off the 'unpleasant' feelings and turn to the more infallible logistics of numbers and possibilities. Calculating the survival chances of his parents becoming a game to him and a growing concern to his parents.
Even more so when he found himself surpassing his peers his schooling, making education by the normal means redundant and to him, human life and mortality. He failed to understand or comprehend the flaws he saw in his classmates, the flaws in his parents, the investment they had in protecting what was inevitably going to self-destruct itself. He had experienced their flaws and subservient 'emotions' and he found them a hindrance at best compared to that of artificial intelligence and the machines he'd come to consider his superior allies. Vision, seeing his son's start upon a darker path, sought to prevent it and consulted the greatest minds of the generation. Those consultations of which led to Will meeting one of the initial founders of the Avengers, Stark.
Never before had he met a human so...like him. Stark was a man no doubt, but Will found fascination in the reckless and brash nature he displayed intertwined with the calculative numerics of machines. He grew to idolize and respect Stark and even more so, his humanity. Which eventually led him to a heavy decision; knowing he could never fit in with humanity with the constant reminder of his connection to the machines, Will decided to start over by erasing all files and traces of him being an Android from the database, including his own memory, making it so he was an adopted child with Technopathy powers and turning what he really was into a secret that not even he knew.
Freed from the knowledge that alienated him the most from his peers, Will found new life in living in the moment and experiencing the human emotions he had previously locked away from himself. And when a school came up that could maybe finally keep up with him, he decided to throw himself head first into it, with the recommendation of his parents off course who accepted that he would eventually follow in their footsteps one way or another.
(For official use only) Initial observation report: Subject shows lack of magical ability, but is adept at technopathy, continually hacks into own files to change recorded data. I think I 'improve' on it, you guys don't record down enough of my awesomeness Training regimen/expertise: -Obedience protocol training (A.k.a Detention, you guys need to stop using such fancy terms -Lab work I get to blow up stuff? -Robotics class It's the age of the machines! -Partying 101 -Finding Nick's other eye 102 -Curing Baldness -Seeing if you can survive jumping off the hellicarrier Potential outlook: High potential if- Got that right Best case scenario: Technical infiltration unit or taking control of the hellicarrier" Worst case scenario: Shut down protocol if any signs of threat to organisation They catch me before I take control of the hellicarrier
FunFacts: -He likes to pretend he's a robot, but any memory of him being an Android has been erased from his memory and from his files -The word 'Android' still sets him off -He may or may not have a Tony stark poster in his room...and an Ironman action figure -He can understand binary better than actual speaking sometimes. -Monster trucks, don't mention them...ever.
Full name: Thomas Twomoon Alias/Codename: Whitecloud Age: 19 Country of origin: Albuquerque, NM, USA Basic appearance: 5'10" 150 athletic dancers build Black hair to the shoulders with uncharacteristically blue eyes. Costume: Bullet proof kevlar made to pay homage to his 'totem' the kachina known as White Cloud. He also has a number of throwing knives he makes fly faster with wind or use them as conductors for bolts of lightning once he has hit. Skills: Dancing: aside from the obvious of Tribal Dancing, he has also studied Tap, Ballroom, Tango, and the like. Religious theology: He knows a lot of the Navajo tales, as taught to him by his grandfather. If his powers had not manifested, he would probably been going to college to study Native American history. Capoeira: As a powerful compliment to his dancing skill, he has been learning the martial arts that best supports what he already knows. Powers: Atmokinesis: Manipulation of the weather. At the moment he has simple control of the area around him in a 10 foot radius, this is the training he has tooled around with until arrival here. He can make gusts of wind, adjust the temperature within 50 degrees of himself and fire bolts of lightning. Elemental resistance: As a survival aspect, he can survive areas or objects with temperatures up to 200 degrees or 100 below zero before suffering damage. He also has a natural conductivity to electricity, the wattage and amps pass through him easily and thus deal less damage. Brief bio: He had a good life, mom was in the army, dad was a lawyer. With her deployed, it was his dad and his mothers father who raised him on the reservation in the ways of the Navajo. Part of that Navajo tradition was the Kachina dances which he took to like a duck to water, moving with a grace on the spiritual level until one day the were celebrating with the rain dance when the storm came, and the rain came, and the flood came. A freak meteorological event that wiped out an entire neighborhood. Or so they were told. While dancing, in the heaving sweat of the suit, it acted like a mini-sweat lodge where he went on a vision quest. In that realm of the mind he met the spirit of the storm, White Cloud. He had honored the spirit and so the spirit gave back a gift but it would be up to him to hone his gift or else he would wipe himself away in the flood. (For official use only) Initial observation report: Active team member, preferring to work in tandem with one other student at a time, seems to have difficulty in co-ordinating with groups over 4. Training regimen/expertise: Emphasis on studying meteorology to increase weather manipulation capabilities. Potential outlook: The next generation of weather manipulators like Storm. Best case scenario: His weather manipulation powers could reshape the events of natural disasters and litteraly shape the world for the betterment of mankind. Worst case scenario: If his powers never expands to the miles radius like that of the X-men known as Storm, then he would still make an excellent firefighter or other emergency responder.
Alias/Codename: Jokingly says "Whips" or "Indy" in reference to Indiana Jones. Actual codename is: Bullwhip (he says while it relates to his power, it's also a play on the word "bullshit.")
Age: 20.
Country of origin: Canada; Quebec.
Basic appearance: Nicholas stands at what some would consider a towering 6'0, with an average build of a healthy twenty year old; he doesn't really work out and so he doesn't have any defining muscles. He keeps his dark brown hair cut short and lets it does as it please, be it stand up on end that day or lay flat, he doesn't really bother with it. He has been told multiple times he has shocking blue eyes, that when in bright light, appear lighter, an almost icy blue, and in dimmer light, appear a deep blue; both times, with the barest hint of a green hazel spread throughout the blue color. He has a dusting of freckles going across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, more noticeable when he gets more sun, and thus a more tan complexion. He doesn't really worry about what he puts on his body, usually opting for a pair of jeans or comfortable sweats and loose graphic tees; always, a pair of sneakers/tennis shoes are on his feet. Always, he has a necklace around his neck, which he keeps hidden underneath any clothes he's wearing; it's on a thin silver chain long enough to stay hidden underneath his shirts, with the name 'Alaina' in small cursive handwriting on the end of it. Because of his tendency to be careless in non-serious situations, and from playing with his power when it first formed, he has various scars on his body; a few on are his legs, but most are on his torso and back.
Costume: Nick wanted something dark yet something he could be comfortable in; so he put together the outfit below.
A sleeveless black hoodie shirt thing (as he calls it); he always has the hood up and he likes the fact people can see the tattoos on his arms.
Nick makes the joke that almost every superhero wears super tight pants, right? Well, he wanted too, and it wasn't just to show off his, ahem, assets, he swears! He thought the boots looked cool and they don't hinder his walking or running or jumping around.
He thought it'd be a good idea to keep his face covered up and he likes how these two things look together, while keeping his whole outfit dark like he wanted. And the mask and glasses do not feel constricting or anything so that's a bonus.
Skills:
"Is eating a whole pizza a skill? ... Even an extra large? No? Well... it should be."
Nick, despite his carefree and sometimes goofy nature, is very quick-minded; he has an above average IQ level and so, he's very quick when making decisions, has the potential to be calculating, level-headed, and calm, and could have magnificent leadership skills.
His memorization skills are very above average; he has no trouble recalling events or names, even the most trivial things may pop into his head randomly, a photographic memory; a blessing and a curse.
Even though it may not seem like it, he's very skilled with words (making him an amazing writer) and has read the dictionary for fun so he knows many, many words (and sometimes, when explaining something, he may come off almost robot-like in his explanation).
He has a way with technology; he's very fascinated by how technology of any sort works and loves to take things apart and put them back together, giving him great knowledge on many technological items; he enjoys computers the most and has hacking skills beyond even great hackers.
A short version of this list would just be saying he's very, very smart.
"Wait, wait, is having intensive knowledge on movies and video games a skill? No? ... Shit, this list is boring."
He has quick hands, from years of experience pick-pocketing people, and is very adaptable.
Powers:
Manifestation of tattoos: The ability to make the strange lines on his arms manifest; they move along his skin, to his fingertips, where they begin to manifest and twist together to form a long, thick whip, something akin to a bullwhip; each fingertip (including thumb) has a black line extending from it and he can choose to separate his fingers and unravel the whip to form five thinner whips or to put his fingers together and form one thick whip.
The lines seem random and like they would not form a whip, so Nick enjoys surprising people by showing his power. The lines twist all the way up to his shoulder, where they just cut off, and the whip can only be as long as much "tattoo" he has, which is roughly about twice the length of his arm. Both tattoos, as he calls them, look the exact same on each arm.
Setbacks: He can't form his whips for a very long period of time. Right now, he can have them formed up to forty minutes, but then his arms begin to hurt and grow weak, and he has to let them form to his skin again. If he goes too long without manifesting the whips, it's a very painful process as they do move along his skin to form; when his mutation first showed, it was a very painful development, and he still doesn't understand why. Depending on what he's doing depends on how long it takes him to have enough energy to form his whips again. Naturally, if his hand or any of fingers got cut off, that probably wouldn't spell good news for his power. The whips are a part of himself, and while they are durable, if they get hit or slapped or any sort of harm comes to them, it's like injury to his body and does hurt him. He can form the whips pretty quickly, though depending on his state, mentally and physically, depends on how long it takes him to manifest them.
Superhuman strength... somewhat: Nick is pretty strong, stronger than the average human (eh, mutant?). He can't lift two tons over his head, nothing impressive like that, but the thing that makes him stronger are his whips. His whips are very durable, and have yet to be broken by anything; they are very strong and they can easily lift two tons, though not for a long period, and can even hold his weight, so he can use them as sort of stilts and to pull himself up to higher ground, if there's something the whip can wrap around. Setbacks: He cannot lift a very heavy weight with his whips for a long period or else it begins to get painful; the longest he had held up a heavy weight is almost five minutes and that was a struggle itself. Though, something like twice, even third, times his own weight, he can hold up for longer and with more ease. It's an elephant he might have trouble with.
Manipulating the whips into other forms/using as armor: Nick is still fairly new to doing this one; he's naturally a curious person, and he likes to mess and poke at stuff he probably shouldn't most of the time, and so he's messed and poked at his own powers (how do you think he got his scars?). He has discovered that he can manipulate his whips into changing form; he can't increase their size (he does have the possibility of decreasing their size, they just simply form onto his skin again unless thought otherwise, and the fact he can make smaller whips decreases their size). But, he can manipulate with thought for the whips to form something like a shield or wall. He can also make them form shapes and he's learning on how to make the whips form onto certain parts of his body to make up some sort of armor (which seems pointless, since he can't cover his whole body, but he just likes to play around with it (though using the full length of the whips, and both at the same time, can cover a fair amount, say his whole torso and then some)). So, in retrospect, he can encase someone else in armor too. Another discovery was that he can manifest the whips without moving them - meaning, it looks like he can make the tattoos just lift away from his skin, and form the whips without them coming from his fingertips; the benefit being that he can make them encase his arm, making very thick and durable arm sleeves that would be useful in hand-to-hand combat and blocking other attacks. He's still learning this power, however, since it takes a lot of thought and energy, and he's learning to form the shields/arm sleeves at a quicker pace. He has yet to discover, and will later, that he can form the whips around his own fists, creating a large and protective glove-like encasing that could hurt like hell if someone got punched with it. Setbacks: As mentioned above, using this power takes thought (concentration) and energy. The whips themselves do not take much energy, feeling like an extension of himself, but manipulating them into another form does take energy, mentally and physically. It's still a slow process too; not that slow but slow enough that he needs a few seconds before he can form a shield or the arm sleeves, which a few seconds could mean the difference between life or death. So, this power is still something "in the works" as he says, and he's learning how to manipulate the whips and move them one place to another in a quicker fashion that won't hurt him.
Brief bio:
Nicholas lived a pretty normal life up until he was thirteen. His parents were a happy couple; his father was American, who had moved to Canada to attend college in Quebec, and his mother was French. They had met at college and had been together ever since. Nicholas is fluent in both French and English, and depending on what words he is saying, he may or may not have a French accent. When he does talk in French, expect a thick accent, and sometimes even after he comes out of talking it. He was a happy kid, no problems, and their family was pretty well off money-wise. When he was two, his parents had another kid, a little girl named Alaina. Once she was older, the two became very close, tight knit. However, when Nicholas turned thirteen, he began to get sick. His parents didn't understand what was wrong; doctors didn't either. He had a higher fever and kept experiencing excruciating arm pain. They were even sensitive to the touch. He hadn't been sick for very long, maybe about two weeks, when it all came to a head; he woke up one night screaming, his arms feeling as if they were on fire. Once his parents got there and had the lights on, the fire had subsided a little, but left in their wake the black lines he has today. His parents had a long talk with him after that and what Nick found out was: He was adopted.
His parents had adopted him when he was six months old. The only thing they knew was that he had been dropped on the doorstep of the orphanage. "Cliche as hell, right?" is what Nick would always say if anyone found out about it. His parents weren't really sure how to react to finding out their adopted son was, well... a mutant. Because what else could he be? They pulled him from school so he could home-school. Alaina wanted to home-school with him but their parents wouldn't let her. For some time, the markings didn't do a thing on his body; eventually, they stopped hurting, and they just looked like any other markings. A few months had passed and it seemed like everyone had settled again, growing used to the strange markings randomly showing up on his arms. When, again, his arms began to hurt, but this time, the markings were coming to life, slithering down his arms like snakes, and coming out of his fingertips. It was very painful, it was like his skin was being ripped as they moved, but they just didn't leave any surface injuries to show they were ripping him (that's the only way he really knows how to describe it; like something is underneath his skin and moving, like an itch you can't scratch).
And, that was how Nicholas discovered just what the hell the markings were for. His parents were very weary, especially since Nick had a tendency to play with them like they were toys, because after some time, they stopped becoming so painful to form. When he used them often enough, it felt like how he describes in the parentheses above. Alaina seemed the most accepting in the family, saying she'd love Nick no matter what. Well, that changed quickly. At fifteen, Nick was still learning how to mess with his powers. He was an unhappy child at that time, because his parents had decided that after putting him in home-school, it was best to just keep him in the house and not let him go out, or else his powers would be found out. Nicholas hated being stuck inside and only sometimes, when he had to swear a million times he wouldn't form his whips out in public, they would take him out in long sleeves. But, it was rare, and Nick felt like his parents had become ashamed of him. So, at fifteen, Nick was a bitter little thing, and often practiced his powers around the house, purposefully breaking things but playing it off as an accident.
One day, Alaina came home from school; she enjoyed seeing his powers. Their parents were none the wiser that Nick would put on something akin to shows for Alaina with his powers. Well, to make this short, Nick was showing Alaina how he had discovered he could lift heavy things; kid was left home alone all day, he had to find things to keep himself occupied. It was actually how he got to be so darn smart. When he wasn't fiddling with his powers, he would sit and read, or do research on the internet. His parents fed into his intelligence and gave him books and anything else to help further his intelligence (they later realized the reason he was so smart was because he could retain everything like a sponge, even the littlest detail, though it was sometimes hard for him to concentrate and bring that memory to the forefront of his mind, but he could after some time). Anywho, he was lifting the big screen TV up in the living room; huge thing. It was almost 70 inches, very expensive, and the latest brand. Alaina was amazed and got too close. Nicholas' powers were still fairly new, he had had them for almost two years at that time, but they were still developing along with him, so he couldn't hold up a big screen TV as long as he could now at twenty. He tried to keep holding it up but he wobbled and dropped the TV, right on top of Alaina.
It hadn't been light, either. It was at that time when TVs weren't quite flat yet, instead having a slight arching back to them, and were heavier because of it. He had called 911 and got an ambulance over there; his parents came from work shortly after the arrival of the ambulance and were furious with Nick, because they knew he had caused it without him even saying so. For them to assume that (even if it was true) did hurt Nicholas. They didn't want him at the hospital, or to be seen by anymore paramedics (the ones that had saw him stared at his arms but made no comment, of course) and actually shoved him in the coat closet under the stairs and locked it. "They totally Harry Potter'd me!" Nick would say if telling the story, which he hadn't with anyone before, but if he did, he would try and shed some humor onto it, failing miserably. Life most definitely was very different after that. After being stuck in the closet for almost a whole day, his parents could barely look at him, and told him Alaina was in a coma. Nicholas didn't believe it at first but he had too; she didn't come home and they wouldn't let him visit her.
Alaina never woke up. Nicholas' parents blamed him completely and barely spoke to him, let alone looked at him, after that. Nick stayed in his room a lot after that (or in Alaina's as a way to torture himself, he guessed, since his parents never touched the room) and tried to not use his powers. That was how he discovered that if he didn't use them, it became very painful, and it was like using them for the first time all over. For a long time, he was bitter, and hated his powers and himself. He went through the rest of his teenage years replaying in perfect detail that day, where it went wrong, what he could have done differently. He lived the rest of his teenage years unhappy, lonely, and taking care of himself. Even though his parents let him stay around, they acted like he didn't exist. He only let this last for almost a year then at sixteen, he couldn't stand it anymore and left. Packed up and got out of there. He made sure to take something of Alaina's along with him, because while he might have a photographic memory, he wanted something physical. So, he took one of her necklaces, a long silver chain with her name hanging off in small cursive handwriting at the end of it. He went and saw Alaina one last time; his parents were well enough off, and had good insurance, so they had been keeping her on life support. He hates his photographic memory, because he can still see her laying there, pale and malnourished with tubes sticking out of her. He moved on, or tried too. He used his powers as little as often, fleeing to America, where he thought maybe he could find something better there. He decided to go to New York City, because why the hell not? He had thought at the time.
Hitchhiking and living on the streets was how Nicholas got by for a while. When he was eighteen, he met his idol, and not in the best of ways, and he hadn't been his idol until then. Nicholas did bad things to get by on the streets of NYC; sometimes, he wondered why he came there, but it was a beautiful city, and it had a pull to it; it felt like he was supposed to be there. He pickpocket'd people to get by, and sometimes slipped things in his pockets while in stores. One night, he brushed by a tall, kind of big blonde guy, and snagged his wallet. Thinking he was good, he went back to the alley he had been staying in, and sat down to see how much money he had just made. He opened it, skimming the guy's driver's license. 'Steve Rogers.' The name sounded familiar but really fake, too, so Nicholas moved on to what he really wanted, deciding to not dig into his "memory bank" (as he calls it) to figure out how he knew the name. He didn't get far. That Steve Rogers had followed him and confronted him. Nick, at first, was very defensive, ready for a fight, because on the streets, that was what happened when you got confronted for stealing something (usually by other hobos or "free lancers" as Nick referred to himself as). Sometimes, when he was on the defense, and ready for a fight, his whips would reveal themselves without his say so; and it had been a couple of weeks since he had "stretched them out" and it had made plenty of other people run away, so he revealed them. But, Steve, surprisingly, kept his cool, only showing a little bit of his shock, and had been very kind, and wasn't angry at all, and it threw Nicholas for a loop. For years, he hadn't been showed kindness (maybe a passing person giving him more than a one but it didn't extend beyond that). This was true kindness and Steve offered a helping hand.
Nicholas couldn't stop himself from accepting it. He hated that life. He didn't want to go back home but he hated what he had become, too. Maybe he could have made a better choice and not left Canada but he would have just been a street-living free lancer there too. Nicholas shortly after realized who Steve was when he was brought to Stark Towers and realized that him revealing his powers back there probably helped Steve make his decision to bring Nick here. The rest kind of became history; Steve helped Nick tremendously, Nicholas got to meet the Tony Stark and even learn a few things from him which was cool as shit, and Steve taught him a lot. He was sort of taken under the blonde man's wing ("shield," Nick would say instead) for a while and he came to idolize Steve. He didn't get to hang around Steve 24/7, because he did get a better life started for himself, and wasn't living on the streets and stealing anymore, and Steve had his own life. When the school was formed, of course he jumped on it, and joined it, Steve definitely happy he had. Nicholas openly admits Captain America helped shape him to be the young man he is today, though he still has his flaws and kinks to work out, a past he literally can't forget, and guilt chasing him around. Maybe he can work those problems out while at Avengers Academy.
(For official use only)
Initial observation report:
Subject has openly proven he has very similar world views asa very big crush on Captain America; however, he is still rebellious, and that combined with his higher intelligence- makes him a problem child, am I right?Aw, shit, someone hacked my file before me! Very funny, guy.
Training regimen/expertise:
- Obedience protocol training. Look, we'll be classmates!Hm, give yourself away, why don't you? - Extensive physical and combat training. They're calling you fat.Yeah, well, wait till they see this fat as-No. - Concentration classes, not only for helping with developing powers further, but also for how subject jumps from one thing to another. Thanks, guys! By the way, really loving the view I get on the helicarrier's decks, really nice- oh, and the dorms are okay, I guess- and the food, too-You're doing that on purpose.How intelligent you are indeed.
Potential outlook:
Subject shows high potential to have impressive leadership skills and possibly take a high rank in his future with the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D., if he can learn to control his impulses and his mouth. Ha ha ha you guys have so much fucking hope for me!
Best case scenario:
We have a future Captain America on our hands. I can't even argue with this, what a high compliment.You really do have a crush on him, don't you?No one asked you, italics guy!
Worst case scenario:
Subject loses interest; with his heightened intelligence, memorization skills/photographic memory, and habits, he appears to have ADHD and jumps from one thing to the other often. Ouch.Burn.
Side note: I did have permission to let a certain someone hack into Nick's profile and write that out ahem.
Basic appearance: Stands at 5'4 with a curvy, yet slim physique. Her black hair is long and curly, usually worn in the same style most days - unless she can't be bothered with it. She has an undoubtedly pretty face, despite being an unfortunate sufferer of RBF Syndrome, with eyes that are an almost ethereal shade of bright blue; upon using her powers, the entire eye, sclera and all, becomes a shining silvery-blue, that matches the colour of the energy she uses.
Costume: Costume comprises of a lightweight hooded cape, in addition to a mask covering the bottom half of her face. Fortified leather armour pieces sit on top of black lightweight cotton; allowing her some protection without disrupting her speed or dexterity. The light-weight armour pieces sit on her chest and stomach (the latter in the form of a corset); shoulder and elbow guards; gauntlets; knee guards, and her own stolen carbon-fiber boots with installed jet propulsors, reaching her mid-shin. Most of the outfit is in shades of black, dark grey, or dark brown - how else is she to blend with the shadows?
Skills: Language skills - Fluent in Italian, Latin, Nordic Runes, and Ancient Greek - is still picking up some more complicated terms in Arameic, but can translate the basics. Oh, and she also knows Sindarin and Quenya... because knowing the Elvish languages of Middle Earth is very important to her, okay?
Expert gymnast - whether this is borne from her powers or not, she doesn't know; but boy, can the girl climb. What she lacks in physical strength is made up for in her ability to work her way into the most awkward, high up places. How else is a girl meant to infiltrate shit?
Adept Technological intelligence - knows the basics of hacking, although more specifically doors than actual computers. Can work out a more complicated firewall given enough time, but she certainly doesn't know enough to be considered an expert. Additionally, she's somewhat skilled in robotics, as made obvious by her adaptations to her boots that allow her to fly without needing stabilizers in the palms, like with the Iron Man suits.
Nerd Lord supreme - Will beat your ass when it comes to nerdy trivia. Seriously, she can quote Lord of the Rings down to the Orc screeches, and knows every single time the Wilhelm scream has been used in something.
Did somebody say Thieves Guild? - Not only do her talents lay in infiltration, but Angel has some seriously sticky fingers. She reckons she could steal Nick Fury's eye patch without him noticing. It's not uncommon for some items - mainly junk food - to go missing on the Helicarrier when she's around. Not that anyone can prove anything, that is. Cameras aren't fast enough to notice her slipping her hands into your pockets.
Powers: Energy Manipulation - this is a very broad and vague term assigned to Angel's powers, as no-one really knows what kind of energy she uses, herself included. Some say it's biological (making her a mutant), while others suggest it's magical; or, the old favourite, some form of radioactivity. As she's never really spent time near a power plant or plutonium rods, and Professor X himself stated she wasn't a mutant, it's a mystery for now. As such, she can summon some type of energy and manipulate it to her will - either in the form of high powered beams to use offensively, or to turn it into a malleable shield. It's kind of tactile in what it can be used as, but it comes at a price. Overuse can lead to a great toll on her own body, weakening the lining of her blood vessels and causing haemorrhaging at various points in her body. Although she hasn't used it often enough to ever cause lasting damage (yet), she's knocked herself out a few times from over-exertion. It leaves behind a killer headache, too.
It's a kinda Magic - Angel enjoys spells - they don't give her annoying nosebleeds or migraines, and there's just so much you can do with it. She also has a real knack at picking things up, without causing many explosions. At this point, she can't do any really powerful, earth-shattering magicks; she's still in the realm of setting fire to shit and maybe throwing a few things like cars or people around. As for magical defence, er... there's defensive spells? Meh - her own shields can handle that. Hopefully...
Angelique was born to a sweet, loving, Italian mother by the name of Vittoria di Diovolo, and - unfortunately - the weasel of a man that is Justin Hammer. As luck would have it, she was born out of wedlock while her father was married to another woman - unbeknownst to Vittoria. Disgusted with his actions, she returned home to Italy, having Angel in Rome and raising her herself. And truly, it was a good life. Vittoria had a large family who, although many were not happy about her having a child out of wedlock, still supported and loved the newest member of their family all the same. She lived there until the age of ten, when the worst thing that could happen to a child did occur - her Mother died.
It something unavoidable - a clot on the brain, giving her a swift, painless, but all the same unexpected death. Angel was inconsolable, and matters were made worse when her Father swept in to take her with him. Being her father - and also could afford better lawyers than her mother's family - meant she could do nothing to try and stay with people who she actually loved. And so began her new life in America, with her turd of a Dad.
He attempted somewhat admirably to gain her affections - what with his marriage having fallen through and no other children - but he did it in all the wrong ways. Firstly, he'd ignored her for her entire life, and then took her away from everything that she knew and loved. He then attempted to simply get her to like him just by buying her things - the best private education, the newest gadget (Unless it was Stark technology, of course), the fanciest brand of clothes, the poshest of meals... ugh. There was love to be found in such materialistic things, and quite frankly, she despised both him, and his work ethic. Justin had one thing on his mind at all times, it seemed - how could he be better than Tony Stark? And well, when that eventually traversed to the realm of villainy, she was less than amused.
This brought forth a rebellious streak in the young girl - along with some mysterious powers.
Roughly a year after the death of her mother, this energy manipulation made itself known. At first it was in small things - like lightbulbs popping when she sneezed or something... when she eventually discovered it was an actual power manifesting, Angel worked as best she could to try and make it go further, without her Father finding out. Thankfully, he was very pre-occupied with his new villainous lifestyle to even notice.
By the time she was fourteen, she had some kind of control over her powers... and she had also picked up quite a few other skills to try and sabotage her Father's work. It started out small - just altering certain documents to see if it would have any effect. It rarely did much other than confuse Hammer, but it certainly made her better at sneaking around, learning to find blind spots in cameras and motion sensors, and some basic hacking and lock-picking skills. Over time, she made her way into the labs of her Father's research facilities, re-wiring and sabotaging the more dangerous looking things, and... acquiring other gadgets. One in particular were carbon-fiber boots; quite stunning things, and obviously modeled on the thrusters on Iron Man's Suit, only far more light-weight. After making a few modifications, she took them for herself - thus beginning her super hero costume. It was around this time that Angel branched out into more solid forms of magic, hoping she could perhaps find out the source of powers by studying it.
When she turned 18, her sabotage became known to Hammer - and unfortunately, his villainous "friends", if you could call them that. Becoming an enemy to AIM, agents of MODOK were sent after her to put her down, and hopefully teach Hammer a lesson. It was here Angel discovered just how useful her powers were, as she blasted the agents to pieces; additionally, finding out the downsides to said powers. After finding safety in nearby woods, she passed out, completely spent after having used up so much of this mysterious energy.
After a day and a half, Angel awoke - with a migraine, blood still trickling lazily from her nose and ears, and a price on her head. After re-gaining her bearings, Angel fled to the safest place she could imagine, a place she knew that heroes stayed that could help her: Avenger's Tower. Thankfully, flying there was the easy part. It was landing that became problematic, with alarms blaring and the Avengers leaping on out with the whole weapons drawn and "Tell us who you are, and who you work for" schpiel. Anyhoo, they were surprisingly kind to her, despite the amount of times Hammer had fucked with the group, Stark in particular. After telling her story, the Avengers helped clean her up, directed her towards the Academy, even ran a few tests for her to see if they could find out what was going on with her wacky powers; they even went as far as to contact Professor X to see if she was a mutant, and that came up with a big ol' nope too. Although they didn't find anything concrete, she was happy for the help given all the same, and was recruited into the Avengers Academy in the next few days.
(For official use only)
Initial observation report: Energy manip. coming from unknown source; potentially magic, must be discovered, along with any dangerous potential. Can control it well to an extent, need to see how far it can go. Picks up spells swiftly, has a natural talent for it despite the amount of electrical appliances she sometimes blows up in the process. Expert at falling off the radar - keeps finding ways into the secure areas and the kitchens.
Training regimen/expertise: Robotics Class Infiltration training and simulation Power Management and Dev. Class Advanced Mysticism
Potential outlook: Unknown - affiliations with Justin Hammer appear to be sour, if nonexistent, but trust must be gained before deciding if she is truly an ally. If trust is gained, high potential.
Best case scenario: Intelligence gathering and undercover work - could also be useful in offensive capabilities, depending on potential power levels which remain unknown at this time.
Worst case scenario: Team infiltrator, perhaps back-up; depends if powers develop further. Although, penchant for stealing (We suspect, anyway) could make the life of a criminal look quite appealing to her, considering how easy her talents and powers would make that.
Full name: Jennifer ‘Jen’ Winters Alias/Codename: Dissonance Age: 19 Country of origin: UK (London) Basic appearance: 5’7, lean, dancer’s build
Jen doesn’t have a costume per se, often just wearing lightweight combat gear, such as a pair of light canvas trousers and a grey tshirt. She also wears these gloves to help contain and focus her powers.
Jen is skilled at both ballet and modern dance. Due to this, she is quite flexible, and relatively strong, though mostly in her core and legs.
Jen is very adept at baking and art.
Jen has a ridiculously strong liver, completely separate from her powers. It’s incredibly hard to get her drunk (though not impossible), and she almost never suffers from hangovers.
Jen has training in hand to hand combat, being able to beat a grown man without using her powers. Her style focuses on hard, fast punches and kicks, to complement her powers and strength.
Jen is relatively smart, having shown potential with statistics and data analysis.
- Force Jen's main power is force. Her hands emit a field of outwards pushing force from her hand that decreases the further away you are from her. Unfortunately, this field acts in all directions, so is not particularly strong unless you are very close. Jen's gloves help to focus and control this force. With her gloves on, Jen can fire concentrated blasts from her hand, though beyond a range of 10 metres they are practically useless. Another (and a more preferred) use whilst her gloves are on is to enhance her punches, creating an effect similar to super strength, though limited to short bursts. Don't expect her to lift a car or anything (though she could probably punch one a few metres). Jen can vary the strength of these punches and blasts, often using low powered ones whilst training. - Endurance A side effect of Jen's powers is increased endurance, allowing her to take more punishment than the average human. The lab researchers reckon that this is due to her Force extending over her body, creating something akin to a miniature force field, albeit not an incredibly powerful one.
Jen was never really a normal child, even before she discovered her powers. She was always daydreaming and skipping class to go and watch the clouds. She dyed her hair blue at the age of 14, despite her parents protests. Most kids at her school avoided her, calling her 'weird' and 'freak'. Jen didn't care. She was happy with who she was. Around the age of 16, Jen started to visit nightclubs, using fake ID and charm to get in. She found herself enjoying the club scene massively, becoming embroiled in the club life of alcohol, drugs and sex. She found herself spiralling out of control, not wanting to be free of the trap of pleasure and addiction. When she was 18, she bought some drugs of a shady dealer. She took them that night, and her life was never the same again.
The drugs activated some genes in Jen's DNA, causing her powers to arise. She was terrified by this sudden turn of events, finding herself on the streets by herself. SHIELD found her within a week, and offered her a way out of her current lifestyle. She took it tentatively. In her first year, she didn't engage with her classes. That was until one day, Natasha Romanoff visited the Academy. She had a personal meeting with Jen. Nobody knows what was discussed between them, with all video and audio feeds being knocked out during the meeting. Whatever happened, Jen came out with some newfound determination, ready to participate in class and fulfill her potential. She has returned this year to continue her classes.
Initial observation report: Subject's powers seem relatively weak, will need training and possibly equipment. Keep a close eye, background checks suggests drug/alcohol problems.
Training regimen/expertise: Administration and Data Analysis (complete) Basic Combat Training(complete) Advanced Combat Training (in progress) Tactical Planning (in progress) Infiltration and Information Gathering (in progress)
Potential outlook: Medium potential, improved by subject's willingness to learn
Best case scenario: SHIELD Agent - Frontline assault team, Solo potential
Worst case scenario: Regression to previous behaviour and addictions - incarceration in low security facility
Basic appearance: The first thing you'll notice about Copen is that he's tall. Very tall. At 6,4", he stands above most people - and also has a coltish, slender frame. He is comfortable in his own skin, and although he sometimes wishes he wasn't so slim, he compliments his build in tailored button-down shirts, dark jeans and smart shoes. He has light blonde hair that often sticks up in random directions - but it suits his bubbly personality. He has navy blue eyes and blonde eyebrows that arch high when he smiles and laughs (which is quite often). He has quite 'sharp,' facial features, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.
Costume: N/A. He doesn't sew...
Skills: ~ Persuasion. Copen can be quite charming, and he enjoys it too. ~ Language. He can speak fluent English and Danish, and some mediocre German. ~ Fit. Although only leanly muscular, he's quite a good runner.
Powers: ~ Water and ice manipulation. Copen can control the movement of water and ice, including turning it between both states. This power comes with weakness toward fire and extreme heat.
Brief bio: Copen grew up with an average life in Aarhus, Denmark. He was a popular child with his ever-present smile and louder-than-life laugh - although he wasn't ever particularly clever, he wasn't nasty either. When he hit 17, along came his growth spurt - and the powers too. His parents were scared, but accepting of what had happened. His powers grew stronger, and he had no proper instruction on how to use them. One day, he was by the sea with his friends, and a couple of drinks later he was messing around the ocean. With a surge of power, a huge wave rose up and crashed over the friends - one of whom could not swim, and drowned amongst the panic. Copen was not prosecuted, but it was advised by the Danish government that he attend the Avenger's Academy if he aspired to use his powers for good and keep them in check. With mediocre grades and guilt hanging over his head, he agreed and the move was organised between embassies. He headed out on a plane by himself, to the Academy.
(For official use only) Initial observation report: Subject shows strong magical ability, albeit with weak control. Water manipulation noted. No signs of other powers. Good cardio fitness, average strength.
Training regimen/expertise: ~ Power management ~ Fitness - strength and cardio ~ Basic combat training
Potential outlook: High potential if powers can be managed. Possibility that water in blood/plants may be manipulatable.
Best case scenario: Strong candidate for future spokesman hero.
Worst case scenario: If powers overwhelm - possibility of devastating consequences. Incarceration in safety facility/send to Xavier's institute.
Full name: Rain du Toit
Alias/Codename: N/A – Still needs one
Age: 18
Country of origin: United States of America (New York)
Basic appearance: Rain has long, curly brown hair to her waist and bangs swept to the side. Her eyes are a light, piercing blue color and she stands at 5,3". She’s quite slim and petite, suiting to her power. Her facial features are delicate and 'sweet' – much like a, ‘girl next door.’ Costume: She hasn’t really made a proper costume yet, but she prefers to wear black exercise leggings and a black t-shirt, along with goggles – she’d learned about bugs the hard way, and the leggings offer her freedom of movement.
Skills: ~ Unassuming. People tend to think that she’s not a threat, and she doesn’t exactly look like a superhero. She’s sort of a fan of Natasha, since she’s also on the short side and is often underestimated too (from the stories she’s read, anyway). It can be an advantage for infiltration and combat.
~ Perception. Rain tends to notice things other people might not when it comes to emotions and body language. She’s a good reader of how people are feeling, and although she’s often in the background, she tends to hear a lot more than those who always talk. This is a result of her being quite sensitive, and having a high EQ.
Powers: ~ Super speed. Rain can run really, really fast. It's to the point where the world seems to almost stop around her. Her body is reinforced to stand the forces that super speed creates. Her mind is also adjusted to make up for this change in perception - she thinks on an accelerated rate compared to normal people, so that she can adapt while running (which sometimes leads to quiet impatience - see: sighs). She gets tired at her high speeds as a normal person would while running at a jogger's pace - currently, she is able to run about a 5k before exhaustion. She can carry other people, but has to hold their head to prevent whiplash; everything would seem like a blur to them. [Example: youtube.com/watch?v=1NnyVc8r2SM ]
Brief bio: Rain grew up in a single parent household with her mother, who was the daughter of South African expats. She was never told who her father was, and the most her mother would say was that it was too dangerous to stay with him – although he wasn’t a bad man. She has always wondered who he was.
She attended public school in New York, and gained her super speed at age 13. She didn’t use it for much, unsure and a little bit scared of what the authorities might do. When the Avengers came into the spotlight, she felt a little more accepted. However, that was also when her mother found out about her powers. For some reason, she freaked out and threw Rain out of the house for a few days. Eventually they reconciled, but their relationship was never the same.
Rain felt lost and alone, and wanted to do something with her powers. She contacted SHIELD through a long process, and after some tests, they decided to take her on for the team.
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Initial observation report: Super speed ability, similar to that of Quicksilver and the Flash. Experience has shown this ability to be extremely useful in the right hands. Subject is timid and will need encouragement as well as extensive physical training.
Training regimen/expertise: ~ Basic combat training. No experience. ~ Strength training. Subject can break walls at high speeds, but needs this for better combat skills. ~ Fitness training. Subject not terribly unfit, but greater cardio fitness and lung capacity will aid in longer bursts of speed. ~ Infiltration training.
Potential outlook: Potential for a very good de-escalator of hazardous situations and rescuing civilians in harm's way.
Best case scenario: Icon of safety for civilians. Disabler of enemies, infiltration.
Worst case scenario: Possibility of being too shy to be useful in combat. Relegated to saving civilians in the way of Avengers. Extreme unlikelihood of uncontrolled powers or villainous tendencies.
Country of origin: Russia then U.S.A-Washington D.C. (Moved around too much for city)
Basic appearance: (face shape and features like so) Damon stands at 6 feet with a muscular build. He has olive toned skin with deep raven black hair. His eyes are a striking green that seem to have a permanent coldness contained within. His weight comes in at a solid 175 of mostly muscle. His mutation is the two large black wings that give him his alias. He has an impressive 7 foot wing span with curved talon like points at the top of his wings. He tends to wear low back shirts with black jeans, black steel toe boots, and an arm band with a split flag of Russia and the US...since his shirts have enough problems trying to function as well...shirts. He does have a faint scar on his chest, it is unknown how he received a scar and he refuses to talk about it even though it would give important insight to his abilities. When he does talk he has a faint Russian accent.
Costume: His costume must accommodate with his wings so it his two slits for them. It is all black with grey undertones. (for the general idea..not face claim. no x on suit.)
Skills: -Glaring...he has it down -Sword skills especially dual -Hand to hand combat -Hand to wing combat...those talons are sharp
Powers: -Healing: His healing factor can be compared to wolverine (not related only used for comparison) Set back: the more minor the wound the faster it heals...major wounds take longer (such as neck wounds) and may lead to him passing out while they heal. he is completely vulnerable in that type of situation.
-Flight: As achieved by the large black feathers on his back. Set back: If you manage to get close enough to tie them up the he will be unable to fly. Cut them off and he will be out for the count while they grow back...as that takes awhile and a lot of pain.
-Strength: Enhanced strength...he is able to lift far more then a normal being can. Such as a semi. He cannot lift a train. Set back: he can't lift trains.
Brief bio: Damon was born to two supposedly normal humans in Russia. His mother and his father were happy together...until his mother gave birth to a freak of nature. His father became violent after that..abusing his mother and threatening to saw off his wings. His mother would not allow it and took the abuse while she worked on saving up money to get out of there. She managed to do so when Damon was 10 years of age..taking them both to Washington D.C.. They moved around a lot to try to prevent anything horrible from happening to Damon...leading Damon to hate himself a bit. Things seemed okay until Damon turned 14. His mother became ill and he was unable to help her. She died from cancer, leaving him alone. He found out about the avenger's academy through an offer and seeing no other options and wanting to make something of himself..he got in as soon as he could.
(For official use only) Initial observation report: Being secluded means subject does not know much about other heroes. His people skills also seem to be a bit...low to none. He seems to be better at working alone then with groups, but if trained correctly can make an excellent asset to any team. It is believed that he can talk...he just chooses to talk very little. He shows high protectiveness for weaker beings. This was shown through a rescue of a stray kitten from a burning building..he refuses to speak of it, but potential to build on that instinct with the right team.
Training regimen/expertise: -Obedience: due to his difficulties with working with a team and that one incident where he lifted up and choked a fellow student he was annoyed with...he clearly needs this. -Team training: Team building. Force him to deal with teams -Advanced combat -infiltration training and simulations: Because busting through a wall is not 'sneaky'
Potential outlook: Potential...if he can work with a team or trust people. Needs to be paired with the right individuals.
Best case scenario: Attack unit/Team infiltrator. Possible team member if done right. He is a good protector with the right people.
Worst case scenario: Solo infiltrator. This has the most risk due to his tendency for recklessness which could lead to capture.
"There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them." - Sylvia Plath ⌘ ⌘ ⌘
[⟐] F U L L N A M E
Garret Becket Rogers
[⟐] A L I A S
Songbird
[⟐] A G E
18
[⟐] C O U N T R Y O F O R I G I N
United States of America
[⟐] A P P E A R A N C E
Physcial Evaluation of Subject Garret Rogers:
Subject stands at an average male height of 5'10" and weighs in at 177lbs. Blonde hair, blue eyed male; slightly sloe eyed. Eyelids peak near the center of his nose giving him the appearance of perpetual drowsiness. (Colleague called them 'bedroom eyes'; needed a reminder that subject is eighteen, an entire decade and a half younger than the good doctor) Like many of his fellow peers, subject Garret Rogers has reached peek physical condition for an individual of his age. Muscles are evenly distributed, though heavier set in his arms and shoulders; torso requires more work for the task he's set to. Cheek bones rest slightly higher on his face with a wider, more impactful look that aid in the slight 'drowsy' complexion he seems to wear. Subject seems to be of Irish-German decent, though more evaluation is needed to determine exact genetics. Mostly, your subject is an average teenager in every aesthetic aspect - the disenchanted looks, the sleep deprivation inherent in the bags of his eyes, the need for contacts due to constant exposure to blue light, and an ever apparent need to maintain some kind of societal standard.
Overall, subject remains incredibly healthy with minimal scarring due to scuffles and general teenage hooliganism. Nothing abnormal to note, other than the bad posture (very, very subtle lean to his left side, which he favors most) indicative of scoliosis. Will check regularly on the curvature of his spine to combat any abnormal bends before it happens. Mr. Stark would proudly replace said spine with cybernetics - subject has refused on numerous occasions... as have I. (You often learn the hard way with Mr. Stark and his penchant for fixing everything) I have suggested other methods to which Mr. Stark might be privy to. Here's hoping.
[⟐] C O S T U M E
"I'm not stealing anything. Who said a guy can't wear a jacket over some weird jumpsuit thing? Friggin' costume police"
Garret's entire ensemble consists of multiple parts mostly inspired by Natasha and Clint's outfits (and maybe a bit of Bucky Barnes). He enjoys the feel of 'covert ops' while also still being as colorful as he wants to be. It comes in a few parts, all of which are rather sleek and form fitting. The entirety is just an all black jumpsuit with blue stripes up the side of his legs and down his forearms. Over the torso of the suit is a snug black and blue vest with a utility belt snug beneath it. Pads of armor come over the knees, thighs, and generally just most of his legs. More armor pads clasp onto his shoulders and arms, all of which are a combo of blue and black, mostly jagged lines — the armor pads themselves, at least on his torso, look thin and unobtrusive as they fit around his limbs. The jumpsuit itself is covered in a hexagonal pattern with lines traced in faint blue. Over top the entire costume is a leather jacket fitted perfectly over every piece of armor and metal on Garret's torso.
[⟐] S K I L L S
▣ Expert Marksman
Any kind of firearm Garret can get a hold of he can pretty much use. Well, maybe not at an expert level for some of them, but when it comes to pistols and sniper rifles, he's among the best. If Garret goes anywhere, it's likely with a concealed pistol somewhere on his person. He's a particularly quick draw and has pinpoint accuracy when it comes to pistols (as well as snipers, but it definitely does not compare to Garett's prowess with a pair of heavy colts in his hands; he's a fan of westerns, though, so revolvers are definitely his favorites. He's still learning how to effectively fan a hammer and keep his accuracy above average. If he ever asks you to hold a number of things and stand still, don't do it... you'll likely end up with a gun shot wound).
▣ CQC [Hand-to-Hand Combat]
Having heavy training in most forms of combat, Garret excels most at grapple take downs. As well, he's a bit of a wildcard when it comes to improvisation in sticky situations. He loves grabbing whatever he can and turning it into a weapon - surprise and unpredictability are definitely a core aspects to Garret's fighting style. Once he's got an opponent reeling, he'll go in for the kill to knock the enemy out cold. There's not a lot to his style other than what he knows in martial arts and his spontaneity. If anything, that's mostly what gives him the upper hand. It likely a crutch that he's trying to get out of, despite the fun of seeing utter shock when a bar of soap is utilized to its utmost efficiency.
▣ Martial Arts [Krav Maga, Karate, Taekwondo]
Most of his childhood could very well be spent taking care of his body, doing what he can to learn anything he could. School didn't mean much to him when he could simply mine a database for any information and knowledge he wanted. Mostly, though, he trained himself physically. With the help of two well trained fathers, that meant learning what he could and mastering some of them didn't seem such a daunting task. It was hard work, yes, but it was well worth it. Thus, Garret is exceptional in the art of Krav Maga and closely approaching in skill with Karate. Taekwondo is the weakest of the three, but out of what he knows, it's still an exceptional skill to use.
▣ Foreign Languages
Lacking much in flashy powers, Garret likes to make up for it in sheer knowledge. Energy projectiles can only do so much in a diplomatic situation, where getting to the objective quickly and cleanly means speaking to the locals in whatever dialect and language is necessary. Garret is extremely fluent in Russian and German (they're second only to English); knows enough a few words in French, Spanish, Romanian, Mandarin, and Japanese to get around; and is quickly learning his way around Tagalog, Afrikaans, Cantonese, and Korean, but can't yet speak them well enough to be confident. He sucks dick at Swedish and please don't ask him to speak Dutch.
▣ Hacking
A very competent hacker, but certainly not the best. Garret can find his way in and out of a number of security systems, as well as regular web pages that circle the internet. It's a great skill to have, but he's still learning most of the basics. If asked to get through a door, sure, but find a vital piece of information in a heavily fortified server past a number of firewalls set up by none other than Tony Fucking Stark. Yeah, might as well ask a baby to assassinate the King of Wakanda. He's still learning, but has vast potential. (he's good at pranking via hacking, though, so need to slander a rival company? just ask garret!)
▣ Covert Ops
Espionage all around. Garret loves using stealth and politics to make his way around an objective. Loves the James Bond feel of donning a disguise, whispering over a concealed earpiece, getting in and getting out without once being seen. Certainly still needs a bit of training to be at an Avenger level, but that's why he's there in the first place, to improve. And improve he's more than willing to do. He's got a solid foundation, a good idea of how to be a good spy or agent, he just needs some experience built onto the inherent skill there.
[⟐] P O W E R S
Set Evaluation of Subject Garret Rogers:
Of all the candidates, Rogers seems to be the least suited to being here. In all senses of the word, Garret seems to be a normal human being. However, upon closer inspection, there's small traces of super-soldier serum in his blood stream (much like Mrs. Romanoff herself) and something locking his amygdala from leaking some rather potent memories into his consciousness. I suspect such memories have been contained for a reason and the enhanced potential hidden from him for that very reason, as well.
In so far, my studies indicate that Garret Rogers is exceptionally well tuned to his surroundings - a perception of an inhuman degree that allows him to hear even the lightest of footsteps. He often whistles (exactly how he earned his alias) to pinpoint the location of various targets without looking. A signature of his, if you will. It's a weird form of echolocation without actually having the inherent power. He's a very creative individual and I'm certain that will help increase his potential as a future Avenger.
On top of that, Rogers contains inhuman reflexes and can react to quit a handful of things without thinking. He often surprises himself, though teenage standards tend to force him to act 'suave' about it. It's nothing to be fully alarmed about, as it's of the more subtle powers. It saves him from a numerous amount of situations, but certainly not all of them. Sometimes things are too fast or too surprising for Garret to catch, but he has the potential to. That's always there and always will be, it's just a matter of realizing it before it's too late.
Other than that, his strength and speed are just enough above average to be considered inhuman for an individual his age. They're near Olympic level, but not quite there. It's right in that sweet spot that it's fairly safe to ignore it for now, until he realizes there's potential behind training both aspects of his body.
Mental capacity is not of a genius level, however, he does learn quicker than most individuals. The low dose of serum he was given seems to have opened up pathways in his brain to allow for an exceptional learning capacity for languages, as well as a potential for exceptional computer skills. Other than that, he's a regular teenager and whatever he wishes to learn, then he will. Maybe not to a level of Tony Stark (which will likely never happen), but it's safe to say Mr. Garret Rogers can be quite the smart fellow. Enough to make a difference when it matters.
[⟐] B I O
S.H.I.E.L.D. CLEARANCE LEVEL 8 NEEDED FOR FURTHER INFORMATION
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[⟐] I n i t i a l O b s e r v a t i o n R e p or t
"There's a lot of things that could go perfectly and a lot that could go terribly, terribly wrong. It's just a matter of... guidance."
At face value, everyone here knows exactly who's been responsible for a number of behavioral patterns associated to this kid. However, there's a deeper aspect to him that leave many, including myself, very wary of his presence. He's a lot of questions and not a lot of answers. Unfortunate that, even were we to get him to speak truthfully, he wouldn't know half of what we were asking, in the first place.
However, there's more than enough potential there. He's young and full of bravado and more than welcome in a team designed for misfits. Wary or not, he's not a danger to the students or faculty members nor is he a time bomb. He is, however, something to look into.
[⟐] T r a i n i n g R e g i m e n
▣ Covert Ops and Espionage ▣ Concentration Classes ▣ Firearms Training ▣ Hacking and Computer Sciences (Please, if Tony insists on teaching this class, don't let him convince anyone they need an upgrade for their equipment)
[⟐] P o t e n t i a l O u t l o o k
Essentially, anything espionage related. He'd be a wonderful field agent for specific retrieval mission of highly classified artifacts. However, he seems lacking in the solo ops department and is rather dependent on having at least one other person at his side. He'd be wonderful for co-op missions with one other agent, if not more. He seems to take a great liking to being lead and being given orders, something that definitely requires further analysis. Great individual for team dynamic (also seems to lift morale; very lighthearted, just don't let him tell jokes. they range from cringe worthy puns to very, very, very macabre humor. I wonder who he gets that from...)
[⟐]S c e n a r i o : B e s t
He'd follow greatly in the footsteps of Black Widow and Hawkeye. Excellent marksman and has a very keen eye for espionage. A great addition to any team, regardless of his lack of inherent powers. Follows orders exceptionally well and to a fault.
[⟐]S c e n a r i o : W o r s t
Unfortunately, his loyalties lie very closely to that of his parents and those he seems closest with. The threat of defection lies solely on who he intends to follow and that's very disconcerting. As well, in bigger, world breaking scenarios, he doesn't seem to be quite ready to face things larger than life itself. That doesn't worry us, as much, as we've seen people like Captain American, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and even our dear Doctor Jane Foster assist in saving the world from galactic threats and would be gods.
Country of origin: The good ol' United States of 'Murica (Corpus Christi, TX).
Basic appearance: Scott is the typical Texan farm boy. He certainly fits the TX stereotype, at least. Standing at 5’11, and weighing roughly about 190 from muscle alone, he has a body that obviously started hard labour from a young age. He is very fit, strong arms from throwing around bales of hay and lifting up the stubborn pigs who wouldn’t listen and get in their pen; muscled legs from all the standing, walking, and plenty of running he has engaged in over the years (most of the running was not by his own choice, his animals just love to screw with him, it seemed); core strength probably the weakest part of his body, but it wasn’t that weak. His complexion is tan, tan, tan. All golden skin, practically permanent since he spent literally every day outside (even on the days he was sick, much to his mother’s chagrin). Not only does Scott have a body to look at, but he has a face worth looking at to boot.
Dirty blonde hair on the darker side, always chopped shorter in the back and on the sides, with his bangs always being pushed back by his fingers. Sometimes, they fall across his forehead, sitting above his eyes, but usually, they listen and stay in place. Gray-blue eyes, set under thinner eyebrows that are more of a dark brown rather than a dirty blonde. Sometimes, he might sport scruff, coming in the color of hair. From spending many hours in the sun, he has noticeable laugh lines around his eyes, most noticeable when he, of course, smiles or squints. Another thing to take note of when he’s smiling wide enough, is that he has slight dimples. With a straight nose and pink cupid’s lips, and the typical fashion of plaid, jeans, big belt buckles, boots, and cowboy hats, Scott makes for one handsome rancher.
Costume: Currently doesn’t have one of these either.
Skills: Shooting: There ain’t much to do on a ranch smackdab in the middle of nowhere. ‘Specially when you aren’t allowed to go very many places. Shooting at cans, trees, fence posts, anything that wasn’t living and breathing, was one of the few things Scott had to do. Scott isn’t anywhere near expert with shooting, though he isn’t a beginner either since he started so young, and he hasn’t used an array of guns. The only guns he has shot is his trusty old semi-auto rifle and a semi-auto pistol. His mother kept them in the house for safety purposes but Scott always made good use of them while taking good care of them too.
Horseback-riding: Can’t really be surprised by this one considering he’s a country boy who grew up on a ranch.
Mechanical: Scott knows how to drive tractors and yes, the big kinds. Kind of gotta know how to to take proper care of the ranch. He also knows how to tend to these big engines, learning from his Uncle, and can use just about any tool he picks up.
Hard-working: Scott was up at the ass crack of dawn every day for nearly his whole life to tend to the ranch. He is very hard-working, and whenever a task is given to him, he is very driven and focused on it. He doesn’t give up easily and isn’t used to failure… at all.
Playing the acoustic/songwriting: Not very helpful when it comes to crime-fighting or whatever, but it’s a nice thing to note.
Tracking: Be it animals or people, he’s pretty damn skilled at tracking things, and finding them (came from when the damn cows wouldn’t listen to him and they’d get out and go wherever they pleased… which was more often than he’d like to admit).
Reading/writing: Again, middle of nowhere ranch, not much to do. So, he took up the hobby of reading and writing, and can read pretty damn quickly, and piece together some pretty impressive sentences.
Powers: Shapeshifting: Not as cool as it sounds. Scott can only shapeshift into animals. The twist? He can only shapeshift into animals he has touched before. So, he very well can’t shapeshift into a T-rex, nor a tiger unless he wants to get into a literal cat fight afterward.
Setbacks: - It isn’t a painless process. It takes time for his body to adjust literally morphing into another being. It varies between animals, how long the intense pain lasts, and how often he shifts into that animal. It sounds pretty painful too. It isn’t pleasant to be around when he’s shifting, the sounds never go away, considering his body is either shrinking or growing larger. The pain doesn’t really go away either; for animals he has been changing into for years, it’s easier, less painful during the shifting process, but he still suffers from sore muscles, but they’re a sore like after a tough workout, nothing too painful or crippling. The time it takes to shift depends on how long he has been shifting into that animal; the first few times shifting, the process could take a few minutes. But with shifts his body is adjusted too, it can happen fairly quickly, almost in a black of an eye.
- Ripping/shedding clothes. Clothes do not shift with him so… expect to see naked Scott at some point in the future. Maybe a suit can be designed that somehow shifts with him or at least lets him shed it quickly so he has something to put on after changing back. Depending on the size of the animal, his clothes might simply just fall to the ground, but he has ripped plenty of clothes by accident.
- It’s hard to control. Emotions drive his power. He has to be very careful about controlling his reactions to things, so he might come off very indifferent, though that’s only because he doesn’t want to get overly excited and suddenly be a dog, or he doesn’t want to become angry and suddenly become a horse bent on kicking someone. If he gets overly emotional, he has to fight the urge to shift which is very hard, and he’s still, to this day, learning to control that. He also still has an issue with touching animals with his bare hands; he will shift into the animal immediately if he touches them with his bare hand, because he honestly doesn’t know how to get a grasp on his power. He can immediately shift back to his human form, but it’s sort of embarrassing since he’s going to be as naked as the day he was born. He can control it better with animals he has shift into more, but for newer ones? Nah.
- Usually lasting a few hours after shifting back from an animal, Scott will eat the diet of that animal, and he will also have the traits of that animal. For example, if he shifts back from a horse, he might be bent on eating sugar cubes and running around a large area. He can control this… to a point. The diet, not so much. Shifting takes a lot of energy, and he almost always has to eat after. As for the traits… those he tries really hard to prevent, because it’s always embarrassing, but some things are bound to slip through and make for a very red-faced Scott.
Ability to talk to animals: This one doesn’t require touching the animal but rather, hearing them. He can’t talk in the human language, of course, he has to talk to them in their language, hence him having to hear an animal be talkative first. His vocal chords are unlike a normal human’s and they somehow manage to mimic any animal sound so he can communicate with them. Maybe they creepily shift inside his body, who knows.
Setbacks: - He might have a sore throat depending on what animal talk he’s using. Some of them really hurt his throat and sometimes, he has to take a break from talking in any form for a few hours after. So thus, for some animal-talking, he might have to keep it short.
- Depending on the animal, and how smart they are... it can be hard to talk to some. Really hard. Some, he can't talk too, because they might have a one track mind, and won't even acknowledge him. Some can hold a steady conversation before going off about something else (probably food). But he has also found some that can hold a conversation, most of his livestock could, and those are, of course, the most engaging.
- He finds this one as a personal setback: he often catches himself subconsciously making animal noises in reply to things going on around him. It has made some people stare, that’s for sure.
List of animals he can shift into: The first animal he touches, is how he’ll always look when shifting into that animal in the future, and as for different breeds of animals, he has to touch the specific breed to be able to shift into that one.
Cow/Bull. Pig.
Hen/Rooster. Crow. Armadillo. Skunk (this… this was a big regret once he shifted back and the skunk he had touched hadn’t left and wouldn’t listen to reason).
History:
Westwood Ranch was situated right on the edge of Corpus Christi, a modest ranch with a span of a thousand acres, all green with scattered trees, a fair-sized pasture, and a big, beautiful farm house with an equally big and beautiful barn and stable. Betty Westwood ran the ranch, a fierce and strong single mother to Scott, alongside her older brother, and Scott’s uncle, Hunter Westwood. Their next door neighbor - King Ranch. King Ranch was one of the largest ranches in the world, sitting pretty on 185,000 acres. For the most part, it looked as if neither ranches bothered the other, not even to offer help or possibly trade. That didn’t mean it was all sunshine and happiness on Westwood Ranch, however. Naturally, Scott grew up in the thick of the ranch, and was home-schooled from the get-go. Once he was old enough to handle chores and responsibility, Uncle Hunter would have him up at the ass crack of dawn tending to the ranch, till everything was done no matter what time it was. The only breaks he would get were to do homework and eat. Betty and Uncle Hunter told him it was how they grew up, and so Scott would grow up the same.
For a while, everything was normal. Betty was his teacher, and the only thing he was above in was reading, he gained his mother’s hard-working trait, and Uncle Hunter was not only teaching him the way of ranch life, but also letting him try his hand at shooting their rifle and pistol and showing him how to track, to watch out for any coyotes or other predators roaming too close. Uncle Hunter had playfully nudged him while showing him how to track and said, “and maybe for one day when you gotta hunt down a person like a secret spy.” the idea sounded appealing to a young, hyperactive boy. Betty helped with the ranch when she found the time, but she also worked somewhere in the city, as far as Scott knew, some desk job. She hated the job but it paid well, and the ranch could use all the money it could get it. Little Scott didn’t know of the financial woes the ranch was experiencing and was happy to just work hard like his father figure and mother, and to be with the animals. It went unnoticed for some time but both Betty and Hunter began to notice the almost eerie connection Scott had with all the animals on the farm. Primarily they noticed how the animals reacted to him, and he them. For Hunter and Betty, the chickens fled, but for Scott, they stayed near and even let the young boy gently pat their heads or backs. For Hunter and Betty, the cows shifted away when being milked, and sometimes put up a fuss. But if Scott was near, the cows would be calm, and were always pushing their noses against Scott in something that could be considered a playful fashion. For Hunter and Betty, the horses were good, tamed, but sometimes, a couple would bite and refuse to be brushed down. But, again, for Scott, all five of their horses were the most tamed, sweet things in the world, and would always dip their heads so young Scott could pat at them.
It didn’t cause any problems, actually it helped a lot, so they didn’t address it. When Scott would sometimes mimic an animal noise, they didn’t address it, since Scott spent so much time around them to begin with and he was a kid. What did cause problems was whenever they would sell livestock for much needed money, one or two cows here, maybe a pig there, and Scott would cry for hours over the loss. But at the age of nine, things got weirder, because he began to very frequently address the animals in what seemed like their own tongue, and the animals would seemingly reply. It was like he was having a conversation with them and Betty was watching this development from afar.
One night when he had barked at his childhood dog and the dog jumped up and down and barked back, Betty had finally asked her son if he could talk to animals. Joking or no, Scott beamed and said he could, that they were his friends, and the chickens wanted a bigger coop. Betty had simply hummed in acknowledgement and thought. She told Hunter about it, who simply shrugged and said “kids will be kids; he probably wants the coop to be bigger ‘cause he’s havin’ problems squeezin’ his growin’ ass in there with the damn birds.” At age 11, was when Scott’s world was officially tipped upside down. He had been playing with his childhood dog, who had already been middle-aged when he was a baby, so was moving a lot slower and sluggish these days, when he was in sudden agonizing pain, his body feeling like it was on fire. He had been far away from the house, having been playing with his Sheltie inside the large expanse of the pasture, and so by the time he was found since he had been screaming, what Betty and Hunter found was not only Scott’s Sheltie, but another Sheltie there, but more youthful. Betty and Hunter were in amazement when the strange, young Sheltie began to whimper and twitch, body curling in on itself. All Betty and Hunter could do was watch as fur gave away to skin, muzzle reared back into a nose and mouth, ears sunk down and hair formed, and then they were looking at a shaking and crying Scott laying on the ground.
Betty and Hunter easily accepted him and tried to help him come to terms with his new ability. Uncle Hunter was the most helpful, always ruffling Scott’s hair while he was still recovering from the shock and taking a break of doing work on the ranch, and saying something like, “Who knows, maybe one day you’ll do somethin’ really cool with this ability, Scotty!” it gave Scott hope that maybe he would do something good with this ability one day. Betty had to keep working, but each time she came home, she shot off questions at Scott, asking if he shifted again, how he felt, how it felt. These questions were becoming common practice and one night, Scott had heard Uncle Hunter angrily whispering at Betty to “back off, this is hard ‘nough. He’s just a kid, Betty, ‘member?!” Betty had made a slight noise of acknowledgement and of course, Scott didn’t ask what that was all about. When Scott got back to working about a week later, his second shift happened in the stables. He had just gotten out there, rays of sun barely stretching along the dark sky, Uncle Hunter tending to the chicken coop, and reached out to touch one of the horses. The same thing happened as did with his Sheltie; horrible, unbearable pain then he was a horse, and that was how he was found once again. When he had shifted back, tattered clothes around him and shaking and crying, Betty had hugged him and said, “don’t worry, you’re gonna be so strong one day and be able to handle it, ‘kay?” Scott wasn’t sure he wanted to keep this up, but Uncle Hunter kept feeding him words of encouragement, telling him he was special and he was going to go to good places because of his “gift.” His mother, on the other hand, was more bent on asking questions about it, and even asked if he wanted to test a theory out. Scott was a naturally curious person and so he agreed.
Betty must of ran the idea by Uncle Hunter, because Scott overheard them fighting while he was tucked up in the corner of their big comfy couch with his nose in a book. His pet parakeet at the time, sadly she passed away later on and Scott had cried plenty, had even gotten quiet when the heated words drifted into the living room. Uncle Hunter didn’t want Scott pushing himself, or doing things he didn’t want too. Betty claimed Scott knew his limits and would tell them. After more heated words that were hushed so Scott couldn’t make them out, Betty had asked Scott to come outside, and so he followed his mother and father figure out. Uncle Hunter had been tense and unhappy-looking, while Betty had been all smiles and bright eyes, excitement. Betty had asked Scott to try and think of an animal that wasn’t on the farm. And to try to shift into it. Scott hadn’t been sure he wanted to go through the pain, and he voiced his concern. But Betty had shushed him and said he’d get used to it, while Uncle Hunter had stepped up and said Scott didn’t have too. But, Scott had wanted to try for his mother, and so he totally tried a T-rex and the most that had given him was a headache from thinking so damn hard. Betty had mm’d when he said he couldn’t shift into the dinosaur and took his little hand, bringing him to the chicken coop. Betty had gotten Scott to touch a chicken and it happened, his third shift. Just as painful as the first two, and after he shifted back from a chicken, he was again a shaking and sobbing mess from the shock. Betty had hugged him tight and said her theory panned out. If he touched an animal with his bare hand, he became that animal. It led him to having to wear gloves around the farm. Uncle Hunter had been the one who whisked Scott inside and wrapped him up in blankets and gave him hot tea. Uncle Hunter had smoothed Scott’s bangs back from his sweaty forehead and told him, “If you don’t want to use your powers anymore, you ain’t gotta, you understand? No matter what mom says.” Scott had nodded, rejected his tea, and proceeded to sleep for many hours.
He hadn’t stopped using his power. Uncle Hunter had been a support beam for him during it all, during him adjusting to the power, learning about it, discovering new things. He had still helped Scott do normal kid things during it all, played games with him, helped him write weird short stories, watched stupid cartoons with him. Betty, well, every time she had came from work, she had new questions, new theories. But then after getting all the answers from Scott, she’d kiss his forehead and tell him he was so special and wonderful, and he was going to do great and amazing things one day. Scott had loved both his Uncle and mother equally, and he had been glad they both believed in him. By the age of fourteen, the shifts to all the ranch animals were still painful, but to the point he could handle it, and he had been often shifting and unshifting, getting practice in. But even with the ability, Uncle Hunter had encouraged finding hobbies; Uncle Hunter had kept training him with the guns and in tracking. At fifteen, Uncle Hunter had given him an acoustic guitar, telling him with a grin “women love a country boy who can play guitar.” Scott hadn’t really met anyone else but Uncle Hunter and his mom. They sometimes brought him out but that was it. So far, how he knew anything about kids his age had been from the TV and books. But, he had still learned the guitar, enjoying it more than he had expected, and with that came him writing songs. Scott had been as happy as a boy with strange powers and no friends his age could be. The only really bad thing that had happened during the year he was fifteen had been when his childhood dog passed away. He had cried for days and with that overwhelming emotion, it hadn’t been uncommon to find him in his Sheltie form, laying in his late dog’s doggie bed and whimpering.
Even with the animals, a lot of them being his friends, and his Uncle and mother, he had still felt lonely. He had wanted human interaction with people his age. He had seen it from afar, when he went to the city with Uncle Hunter to get supplies or eat out for once, or his mother would take him to the store for grocery shopping. He had seen it on TV, or read it in books. He had wanted friendships with people but when he brought it up to Betty, she had simply said because of his power, it wasn’t safe for him to be around other people but them. He had asked Uncle Hunter if he could start going to public school, whining in the back of his throat and begging with big, tearful eyes, and Uncle Hunter had grabbed his shoulder and, with a sad smile, said, “Maybe next year, bud, ‘kay?” Next year came and he got the same answer, Uncle Hunter looking even more pained to say it. At this point, Scott was sixteen, growing into his own, and he hadn’t been one to keep his mouth shut or hold back. So, he had demanded why, why couldn’t he make his own choice to start attending high school and meet new people? Uncle Hunter hadn’t answered for a long time, going back to grooming down the horse Scott could shift into, a beautiful quarter horse, before sighing and finally answering him. Scott hadn’t liked the answer. Uncle Hunter simply said, “I really do believe you can be someone later but you… you aren’t ready to be around others. You can’t control your power well ‘nough. What happens if a girl comes up to ya and smiles? Or a cute boy?” he had shot Scott a look and said, “I see the way ya drool over that one dark-haired fella from that weird train movie with all the snow, I ain’t blind and I ain’t bothered. But what, you gonna shift into that mangy stray cat you keep feedin’ scraps too?” Scott hadn’t said anything, instead turning on his heel and stomping off with a huff that sounded more like a horse whinny but he wouldn’t admit to it.
He hadn’t wanted to accept his fate but… he also wasn’t going to go behind Uncle Hunter’s or Betty’s back. Because Scott wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t the smartest person around but he certainly wasn’t an idiot. He had understood their concerns, and he had also understood that people wouldn’t take well to his power like they would. He’d accept it but he didn’t have to like it. Time kept going, and it was the same old, same old. Help on the ranch, walk the acres of the ranch and try to convince strange animals to let him touch them (almost always, he was basically told to fuck off, but some were nice), screw with his animals for his own laughs (his laugh had been cut off the one time he was messing with Moo Moo, his favorite (don’t tell the others) cow; he couldn’t even remember what he had said and did, but he had been sitting on a stool beside her, and so he had a bruise in the shape of her hoof on his side, right below his ribs, for about two weeks. There were also other times the animals spited him but that was part of the fun), practice shooting, play some songs for Betty and Uncle Hunter (they claimed he could sing, but he didn’t hear it), read, read, read, ride the couple horses that enjoyed it to keep them happy, write songs and short stories for his own amusement, aaaaand repeat. Life was simple and maybe he could like it, if he hadn’t felt like he was missing out on something from his lack of a social circle.
Twenty had been the age things flipped upside down. He’d rather experience his first shifting three times over and then some than the pain of that whole year. Betty died. She had worked a desk job at a law firm. Supposedly, one of the lawyers lost a case, the person was very angry, and shot the place up, killing his mother. Scott couldn’t believe it when Uncle Hunter told him. He had felt like he was in a haze. No Betty to come home and pester him over his ability, ask him a million questions, then hug him and kiss his temple and tell him how special and important he was. No Betty to push him to use his ability, to fine tune it, to perfect it because she had told him that was important, it was important he discovered his true potential, that she wanted him to feel good about himself. No Betty to roll her brown eyes (eyes so unlike his own but the one time he had asked after his father, Betty had up and left the room without a word, and Uncle Hunter had said it was a “sensitive subject, sorry, bud.”), and shove a TV dinner in his arms with a rose eyebrow when he whined about being hungry. No mom. Scott hadn’t believed it until Uncle Hunter and him were at the funeral home, getting her cremated because it had been cheaper and quicker. He had barely held it together in time for Uncle Hunter to get him home, so he could rip out of his clothes as he shifted into his Sheltie form, and had laid in the horse stables for hours, making no sound and staring off blankly, ignoring the horses asking what was wrong.
The very next day had brought more pain. Uncle Hunter had approached him while Scott was tending to the horses and said he was selling the ranch to the current owner of King Ranch, because they had wanted to expand out this way anyway, and they were in the way. It had taken a while for Uncle Hunter to talk him out of his horse form, and to convince Scott to “not kick me in the nuts, please, hear me out!” Scott had been angry, and hurt, but Uncle Hunter told him they couldn’t afford the ranch at this rate. Scott had been almost ready to calm down because Uncle Hunter hadn’t wanted to leave but then - Uncle Hunter informed him he had gotten him a nice place set up in the city, he had some money for him, and he was sure with Scott’s hard-working drive and fit body, he could secure a job fairly quickly. Scott had exploded again, but this time in angry snarls and biting words, barely containing bursting into something as his body was wracked with hard shudders. He had told Uncle Hunter to give him the rent money for the apartment, the money he had now, and he would figure out a way to keep the ranch afloat on his own and without Uncle Hunter’s help. Uncle Hunter had said it wouldn’t be enough money to tend to the bills and animals, and that Scott would have to work multiple jobs to keep paying for the ranch. Scott had been willing to do any type of work to keep his ranch, his animals, his friends, but Uncle Hunter had dropped the bomb: he had already signed the ranch over and it was no longer theirs, and it would be impossible to buy back now. Everything Scott had known, everything he had grown up around, everything he literally lived and breathed, gone, in just two days. In a practical instant. Scott hadn’t even been angry anymore. He had just been sad.
Uncle Hunter had said he would put everything in the house in storage. He did. He had given Scott the address to the storage place and an extra key so he could access it whenever he wanted. He had only went once, to get a couple of pocket-sized family photos, needing something to remind him of the life that had been so suddenly ripped from him. He had let Uncle Hunter help him settle into the new apartment, into the city. The only thing he hadn’t let Uncle Hunter help him with was his goodbyes to his animals. It had been long, and drawn-out, and painful. Maybe more painful than his first few shifts. No one had been happy that day. After Scott had let Uncle Hunter see him to the apartment, Scott had told him to never contact him again, and slammed the door in his face. He had hated doing it but he had never felt such anger, or betrayal, before. For roughly the rest of the year, he had struggled to secure a place in society, and had barely managed. The money Uncle Hunter had provided him with didn’t last that long, and so he had gotten a shitty factory job, something he hated. He hated all the people, the loud noises, how he couldn’t look up at night and see the stars because of all the light pollution. He had wanted to run away, back to the ranch that was no longer Westwood Ranch. He could, slip in as an animal, visit, check up. It had struck him hard one night and he did it. Just one last time, just to see the house, his animals, the pasture. Just one last time.
He wished he hadn’t. King Ranch had cleaned up quickly. It had been all gone. The house, the barn, the pasture, the stable. All wiped away, to expand the King Ranch, to build up more pastures for separated livestock. He hadn’t even known where his animals were and he dragged himself back to his apartment, in the horrible, loud, and too bright city. As months kept going, he had been having troubles with controlling his ability, and he had more than once let animal noises slip around his co-workers. Scott did try, he talked to some of his co-workers, had to talk to his bosses, but he still struggled to find a footing. It hadn’t been like talking to Betty or Uncle Hunter, words flowing easily between them. He had been struggling. He had been at his wit’s end, considering between going to King Ranch himself, throwing himself at the feet of the owner and begging for a place to work, begging to see his animals because he would be able to tell which were his, or just disappearing, be it from becoming some stray animal and slinking off into the night, or just into nothingness. But, before he could really dip over an edge that he hadn’t been entirely sure where it would lead him, he had received a letter in the mail. Inviting him to the Avengers Academy. He had, of course, found it odd he had gotten a letter requesting him but… maybe, just maybe, this was what he needed. Maybe this was what his Uncle Hunter had meant when he said he could do good things, that he could be something. Either way, Scott felt like he had nothing to lose, so he accepted.
Initial observation report: Subject purposefully comes off as indifferent because when he experiences bouts of strong emotion, he struggles to control his ability. Subject also appears to be very hard-working, listens well, but lacks social skills and struggles to communicate with others.
Training regimen/expertise: - Covert Ops and Espionage coupled with Infiltration Training - subject has potential to be fine tuned to be able to slip in and out of places without notice.
- Firearms Training - subject has some experience in firearms and can benefit from more.
- Basic Combat Training - subject has no prior experience in fighting whatsoever and has never engaged in it before.
Potential outlook: If subject can learn to control his ability, he could be a useful asset when it comes to going incognito.
Best case scenario: Subject learns to control his ability when experiencing intense emotion, and becomes useful in undercover missions.
Worst case scenario: Subject simply cannot grasp control of his ability, and does not work out.
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am." - Sylvia Plath ⌘ ⌘ ⌘ ⌘ ⌘ ⌘
[⟐] F U L L N A M E
Magnus Foster
[⟐] A L I A S
Magni
[⟐] A G E
21
[⟐] C O U N T R Y O F O R I G I N
United States
[⟐] A P P E A R A N C E
Physical Examination of Subject: (There's an incriminating amount of drool on this clipboard. The good doctor, one of my colleges, can't keep it between his legs apparently. At least this one isn't a minor)
A tall specimen (and a specimen, at that) standing at 6'3" and weighing in a whopping 233 lbs. Musclebound and stunning, practically shining with ethereal light under our godawful fluorescent fixtures. Man is blonde; shaggy hair; shorter on the sides with a floppy top. There's a large dusting of blonde facial hair that covers most of his face. Eyes appear small, shrewd with a penchant of looking through people and objects than at them. They seem narrowed perpetually, slanted toward the nose with a curious tilt. Branching from his straight nose, flared and bulky to add to the hard lines of his face, the subject has a numerous amount of freckles dotting his nose and high set cheekbones (visible whenever he smiles as his cheeks have a slight puffy quality). As stated before, his complexion is impeccable - a light hue of pink tinged with a light, bronze tan that make his face, in particular, shine with golden quality.
Honestly speaking, it is of no surprise that a god's child would boast a physique that could take an entire house of delicious, carb filled donuts and still retain every sinew of muscle without gaining one ounce of fat. Well rounded throughout his entire body, the subject is at peak human health, in terms of physique. Hard muscle lines every inch of his body, mostly comprising of lean muscle rather that allows him a lithe build over a stocky one. It helps that his incredible height stretches the fair amount of muscle out in an even spread. There's literally nothing wrong with this man's body (other than maybe the lopsidedness of his ears and the terribly high arches of his feet; would make a great dancer) and that's apparently par for the course for demi-god to be superheroes. (Bound to make a lot of people jealous or ogle - that's a given. Have you seen his dad?)
[⟐] C O S T U M E
Not really considered a costume, but rather armor. It remains unpainted and moderately uncolorful, in regards to the costumes most heroes wear. For Asgardian armor, it's of usual standard with it's bright metal and gold trimming. It's designed to contain a cape, however, Magnus prefers not to wear one into battle (the cape, to him, is more ceremonial than combat ready). It's very sleek and form fitting, tight and leather around the metal of the abdomen which presses hard into the sides. It doesn't allow much for flexible movement and rather exonerates Magnus' role as an individual who can take hits rather than dish them out. The leggings are much the same, gold and silver etching down the thighs and calves to the nearly knee high greaves that cushion his feet. A helmet accompanies the armor that embellishes his status as Thor's son, but cements himself as a warrior of his own right. It's looks much like a face visor, coming to cover his face in a protruding V that flares above to curve in a hard knife edge, embellished in gold and trimmed in silver. Cascading from the helmet's flair, are ridges that fall ontop of each other in a feather like display. The rest of it hides behind the visor, a solid top that's silver in color that encases his entire head. There are slits in the front that give him the vision he needs but the metal has been worked fabulously so that when he needs to, it can be completely transparent over his face.
[⟐] S K I L L S
▣ Expert Swordsman and Shield Bearer
Being trained by his father in combat has its benefits: Magnus can wield a sword to an expert level, but he excels the most at using a shield not only to block, but also to parry and attack. While Magnus has many who are exceedingly better at him when it comes to the art of swordmanship, not many people can find themselves matching his shield bearing abilities. This particular skill gives him the upper hand in a lot of melee situations because people expect the sword to be the danger, not the protection.
▣ Archery
A pretty basic knowledge of how to shoot an arrow. He's moderately accurate. Nothing special, but definitely something to note. It could very well be built upon, since Magnus has all around potential.
▣ Physics and Biology
While his mother is an esteemed astrophysicist and that's where his roots tend to spread toward, Jane always encouraged her son to pursue whatever caught his mind. When away from his mother for a substantial amount of time, Magnus often took towards the plants of the world he and his father had been secluded to. Most of his time outside of battling for his life and surviving had been surveying and cataloging what he could. Once he'd arrived back on Earth (and Asgard) he'd been encouraged to explore this curiosity and so it took him to studying their components rather than what they did. Botany intrigued him, but it was more the molecules and the composition that made his mind spark. Thus, most of Magnus' scientific prowess is in the study of life and its make up. Of course, he still loves the idea of physics and learning and researching with his mother, which he's done countless times after coming back.
▣ Internet Savvy
Let it be known that Darcy Lewis is the best teacher when it comes to tumblr, reddit, twitter, and all other platforms of social media. Magnus definitely knows his way around a computer now because of her and not only that, but his curiosity can never be sated and thus he's made a numerous amount of internet connections that he's more than proud of. Need a place to lay low? He knows about ten areas in the local vicinity that are willing to hold a few rag tag superheroes until the coast is clear.
▣ Survival
Due to his past, Magnus has had a need to hone his survival skills above all else. That means adaptability and improvisation that allows him to survive for longer than should be possible. This gives him the skills to scavenge and use materials for whatever purpose his mind can think of. Noticing things out of the ordinary and knowing when to pull out and when to go into a situation. Judging the odds and working on the fly.
[⟐] P O W E R S
▣ Superhuman Durability
This boy can take an absolute beating, even for an Asgardian - though not on par with his father. While he isn't invincible, Magnus can take more hits than he should ever have the right to. So, while he's able to get through most dangerous situations alive, he knows that there's a bit of luck in there when it comes to surviving things he shouldn't. He doesn't take his chances. Regardless, he's able to he's able to take a single punch from the Hulk without being absolutely obliterated. That's not to say he won't be injured or disoriented, though, it just won't severely injure him.
Drawback: Even though he is extremely durable, it's rather simple to disorient and stun Magnus. If you can impair him in some way, he won't be able to do the job he was made to do: soak up all the damage. If you allow him to take the beating, then you're doing what he wants. If you bat him away and get passed him, you've effectively negated his use.
▣ Electrokinesis
At the moment, Magnus can only control lightning; he can't create it. However, he definitely has the means to due to the fact that electricity is an abundant feature in the modern world. He can control a small amount, about 10 million volts of electricity - 1/10 the power of a natural lightning bolt. It sounds like a lot, but it's actually only capable of stunning a person. Most of his shocks depend on the Amperes of the electrical currents he's using, most of which are below 0.1 milliamps which isn't enough to kill.
Drawback: Can only manipulate electricity, cannot create it. However strong the bolt of electricity he controls is, it can only ever stun a person for a small amount of time before they regain control over their body.
▣ Superhuman Endurance/Stamina
It's essentially how long this guy can stand before exhausting. He can go for twice as long as a normal human doing physical, strenuous work and endure pain for even longer. That's the essential gist of the power. It's nothing special, just allows him to keep standing under pressure longer to protect those he's entrusted to.
Drawback: Like his durability, it's negated completely if you literally pluck him out of a fight and keep him separated from his team. Isolate this guy and that makes the situation substantially easier.
[⟐] B I O
For as long as Thor spends time on Midgard, it's a wonder how a man such as he can spare the time to procreate. A surprised Jane Foster didn't get the memo until she'd been bent over the toilet of her small RV in the middle of the goddamn desert, letting Darcy hold her hair while Ian freaked out. A baby. She was pregnant and the moment Jane could stand, she did everything in her power to contact her extraterrestrial boyfriend. Worked out better than she thought when he dropped out of the sky panicking in what looked to be like sleepwear - very comfy sleepwear, who knew Asgard had material softer than silk.
Thus began a very turbulent 9 months of containing a demi-god child inside her uterus. Eventful, being whisked off to Asgard where Thor's friends and family could literally pamper her to the brink of death. There were times where she didn't want to get out of bed and times where she needed to that she could barely even think about the fact that she'd been laying there for maybe a day too long. The birth of her child came smoothly and Magnus Thorson had come into a world like she would expect: the politest fucking baby in all of the universe. She'd asked immediately if it was normal for a baby not to cry and she'd almost freaked out until she saw her son in the arms of the doctors stationed to her suite (she refused to call them anything else).
Unfortunately, Jane Foster could only savor her time with her child for a good two days. Loki, upon discovering the happy parents to be immediately went into plotting. Thor would do anything for a child of his own and that was what he was counting on. After months to plan and concoct, Loki went into action the moment Thor and the baby were the only ones alone together. In the shadows he threw a bomb he'd made especially of the magic he could contort. It exploded above Magnus' cradle where Thor had stationed himself to care for his son, not harming the two but rather destroying the barrier in dimensions and thrusting both the child into a world millions of years away from Asgard or Midgard, so away from civilization it would be impossible to return home. Thor knew not to do but jump after, hoping he could do his best to protect his own charge.
The world they landed in was teeming with odd flora and fauna, a world likely stuffed with dangerous. Unarmed and with only his inherent powers to rely on, Thor didn't know if that would even help. Luckily, the world wasn't as odd as it looked at first glance. It could very well be treated as any other alien world within their galaxy. That still didn't bode well. It took quite awhile before Thor could find a way to feed his child, finding nutritious in plants that he had to test himself before finally being able to feed the boy nectar from a plant that only served to fill his own empty stomach. With that out of the way, it was only a matter of establishing himself and making sure he could care for his son before he could find a way home.
After finding a suitable home in a cavern carved into the side of a mountain whose tops floated into the pink-purple sky as if they longed to escape the world, too. He did his best to clear the space out for him and his son, making sure to fortify the area as best he could. At that point, it seemed quite impossible that he'd find a way home. A way to Jane and the Earth. A protector who was absent could no longer be accounted on to do their job. Thus he'd failed. Failed everything, but most of all he failed his son. That didn't mean he couldn't raise him to be the man he knew Magnus could become.
From that point on, Thor's goal had been to protect his child. His job was to raise his son. To be a good father in spite of their situation. Thus, years went on, Thor fortified their home and went to work making it actually feel like a home rather than a temporary space purely for survival. And Magnus grew from babe to child and Thor took his boy's ability to defend himself into his own hands. The wildlife ranged from harmless to insurmountable. Danger came around every corner and Thor could only protect their home on his own for so long before someone wanted the space a lot more than he did.
Armed with whatever they could fashion with weapons, Thor trained his son in swordsmanship and a variety of other fighting styles that could save him in a pinch. Being his son, he took to combat quite easily. Not enough to allow himself to rely on his abilities to save him as a seven year old kid, but it was enough of a foundation that Thor could continue building and building until his son's safety was no longer a concern. Once he reached pre-teen adolescence, Thor could finally search for ways off the planet and back home. That came in large and wide searches for years and years.
It wasn't until the boy turned sixteen, nearing adulthood with rapid pace, did they both find a crashed ship in the deep jungles hundreds of miles from their allotted home. It took years delving through the ship itself to find what he hoped he would. The FTL driver, if the explosion could be contained and the driver itself was mostly intact, he could potentially send them home. Of course, even that last bit was a long ass shot - it was either home or in deep space or a maybe even the middle of a burning star. It was, honestly, a better chance than they'd ever get. After two years of planning and finding the right supplies within the ship (after hauling the driver closer to home and in a wide clearing), they'd finally hit the switch. Not only had it sent them through the entire universe in a quantum leap, it had potentially sent them back in time. However, that was mostly speculation; the time dilation on the planet itself seemed like it'd been more to blame than the FTL driver.
On both Midgard and Asgard, it had only been three years. Once the Avengers had found them stranded on an island after a huge blast of quantum energy flared on every screen tracking for high energy fields, they'd brought the two home. They'd been disoriented, dirty, still battle ready and it took days for both to come down from their constant state of alert and paranoia. It wasn't until after a month of examination for serious injuries (of which they both found that they'd been slowly poisoning themselves) they were finally released to the world and to Asgard (Thor constantly argued that their technology would be able to do this quicker, but the team insisted and quelled his thoughts with their need to see Thor safe and sound, "Three years, man; we thought you'd both died," Sam had urged and it had brought Thor back to his bed where Bruce examined him as best he could).
Jane finally, finally got to see her son, who'd surprised her by coming home 17 years a little too old. She'd knew it was him, though, and by the brightness of his eyes, she knew Thor had told her son everything he could about her. Maybe a little too much. Mostly, he likely embellished everything to make her seem like some kind of saint. They took an entire year to reconnect and for Jane to come to terms that she had the misfortune (some would say fortune, ahaha) of missing out on her child's actual childhood. It took that year for Magnus to adjust to a life not constantly lived out of fear but pleasure and relaxation - comparatively, that is. It was an experience sleeping on an actual bed when you have no clue what an actual bed is but a cushion of leaves on hard, stone floor. More so, it came difficult to adjust to socialization. The boy had taken his father's politeness and upped it by a hundred, though, so that definitely helped his experience thin out easy. Darcy Lewis became quite the aid, as well, teaching him everything she knew when it came to people, the internet, and society, as a whole. He took everything she said to heart and she had quite a bit of fun using that to her amusement.
Now, a whole person instead of the frightened, paranoid survivor, Magnus can't help but attend Avenger's Academy at the behest of his parents and a few of the Avengers themselves.
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[⟐] I n i t i a l O b s e r v a t i o n R e p or t
"The Avengers seem to have a flexible roster. But one constant: gotta have a demi-god on your team."
There's quite a bit of potential in this particular subject, a lot to build upon. Thor did a good job training him for survival, now it's just a matter of refining those skills and channeling them into something more specific.
Subject is inhumanly durable and can take hits that would kill most people, even some heroes. This could potentially be honed, however, increasing his durability seems to be a conundrum. If that could be taken to greater proportions, he could be a great support asset to a team desperately in need of someone to protect them from heavy fire.
[⟐] T r a i n i n g R e g i m e n
▣ Power Management ▣ Biology/Xenobiology ▣ Advanced Combat Training ▣ Astrophysics ▣ Asgardian Artifacts and History ▣ Tactics and Battle Strategy
[⟐] P o t e n t i a l O u t l o o k
Being the front line for any heavy combat oriented operations seems to be the absolute best position for Magnus. However, there's quite a bit of things that he could potentially do. There's honing his electrokinesis into something he can use at a respectable range. Being trained to aid in more covert operations. There's the potential for use in rescue operations, as he has an amazing sense of survivability that goes so far as to allowing him to search and find things, as well as perceive a lot of things other people might just miss.
He's a solid addition to any team, but will often find himself shining in more supportive roles. Thus, Magnus should always be paired with more than just one other hero or student to achieve the best possible outcome.
[⟐]S c e n a r i o : B e s t
We've got ourselves someone who can dish out damage capable of leveling battalions of footsoldiers, definitely. But that's nothing special; a lot of students can do that already. However, what we can get out of him at his absolute best is someone who can draw attention toward himself and take on an insurmountable amount of damage and pressure and just a number of things and still coming out standing tall. Not the best combatant, but when you're looking for someone to defend another person, defend an area, defend anything, well you've got someone with the potentially to be one of the damn best.
[⟐]S c e n a r i o : W o r s t
Like Thor, we don't quite know if he intends to stay for as long as we need him. His loyalties are clearly with his family, most of all. If they ever choose to leave the world in the hands of everyone else, well there's really no stopping any of them from leaving. Most of all, though, Magnus has a tendency to self-sacrifice - he knows his limits and he knows when they're about to break, so he knows what he's doing when he does it. There's a stubbornness in him that'll keep him from thinking of any other solution, as well, that quickly needs to be tampered.
