Amalyra

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Location: ???
Date: January 1st, 2020
Interacting with: Raymond @Alfhedil

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The old man was barely able to look up in time to see the Brooklyn descending the stairs after him, the flames that lit behind her painting a menacing image, it was like he was looking at his own demise. For a moment, he even thought the girl’s eyes were glowing red, though that could’ve just been the pepper spray still affecting his vision. When the girl was upon him again, ready to drop her fully laden backpack, the old man closed his eyes, seeming ready to accept his death.

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The Educator Brooklyn was seething with rage as she stood over the old man, ready to end him with her thirty-pound backpack. She was so mad in fact, that she could practically feel the heat radiating off of herself. It was at that moment, however, that she noticed it was getting quite warm in the cavern. Like, really, really warm. She then noticed the orange glow that started to tint the stone nearby, looking back up the staircase just in time to see the pillar of fire that emanated from thin air. The young girl practically froze in fear as the unnatural screams began, the ungodly sound seeming to be emitted from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. A part of the girl was telling her to run for dear life, especially when a heated shockwave made her stumble a little. Another part of her, however, especially when the demonic hands and face tore its way through what she presumed to be a portal on the ground, really wished she had a shotgun. She could practically hear the soundtrack of Doom in the background.

The young girl watched with bated breath as the monstrosity pulled itself up to its shoulders before it opened its literally inflamed mouth and shook the place with its piercing cry. Brooklyn nearly stumbled again when the place shook, watching as the dust of the ancient area began to fall around her. Looking back to the monster’s gaping maw, which now had a… pathway, Brooklyn was just in time to see two very well dressed figures emerge from the flames. The first figure was actually quite handsome, devilishly so in fact. ”Holy shit he’s actually kinda hot…” She thought to herself, staring at the figure for a moment before her eyes flicked to the other person. This person though, quite literally made her jaw drop, though not for the same reason as his companion.

As the two had their conversation, Brooklyn just kept staring, trying to comprehend why THE Raymond von Luneburg was here. The man, the myth, the legend quite literally being her idol figure despite all the various controversies about him. The last thing the girl expected, however, was for him to appear in front of her in wherever they were through what she could only describe as a hellgate. A more than fitting name, she decided, when Mr. Luneburg revealed that his companion was in fact Lucifer. Wait.

Brooklyn’s mind came to a screeching halt as she took it all in. Raymond von Luneburg, her idol, coming into the room with Lucifer, as in literal biblical Lucifer, via hellgate. Right. This was all totally normal. She’s just dreaming. After all, there was no way that those conspiracy theorists were actually right and that her idol, Mr. Luneburg, had made some sort of deal with the devil for his success.

While Brooklyn was distracted with her mind going AWOL, her subconscious basically acted for her, nodding dumbly at Mr. Luneburg’s request before dropping her backpack away from the old man, causing the stone it landed on to crack. Her attention was soon diverted to Lucifer after he spoke, the rage she had before with the old man now flaring back up, her hand beginning to fish for her bottle of pepper spray in her pocket while she gave the devil a fiery glare. Before she could bring out the bottle and spray him back to hell, however, she was stopped by his hand subsequent explanation. The girl simply responded with a huff as she crossed her arms, watching as Lucifer left the scene before finally looking back to Mr. Luneburg.

The brunette’s rage was controlled, for now, simply simmering so long as no one makes any further advances. She nodded in acknowledgment as Mr. Luneburg spoke, sitting down on the staircase before letting out an exasperated sigh. ”Well, instead of explaining… whatever this was supposed to be, could you just tell me how to wake up instead? I swear I haven’t had a dream as crazy as this one in a long while but I think I’ve had my fair share of it already…” She replied tiredly, bringing her hands up to rub her temples before running one through her hair. ”Maybe I gotta stop reading about those conspiracy theories too… I mean like, Mr. Luneburg, making a deal with the devil, really? It sounded preposterous in the first place but seeing it in a dream just makes it all the more ridiculous… Oh man, I really hope I didn’t actually miss my bus stop, I really don’t wanna call an Uber this late…” She rambled on as if Mr. Luneburg wasn’t actually there.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Location: The Silicon Strip, Central City, United States
Date: January 1st, 2020

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”Thanks for humoring me today girls, and sorry for dragging you two out here on New Years.” The brunette said to her two friends as they walked down The Silicon Strip, draped in the light of the evening sky. Despite the danger that was usually associated with being in the city nowadays, she couldn’t help but gaze around as the marvelous urban metropolis slowly began to awaken for its night shift.

”Don’t worry about it, it was actually pretty fun. And, to be honest, it’s the least we could do after the whole bully thing.” Her curly haired redhead friend replied, looking to Brooklyn with a smile.

”Still, you could’ve at least let me pay for my own stuff, those parfaits weren’t exactly cheap…” Brooklyn replied, a small frown on her lips as she looked back over to her friend.

”But, they were delicious~ And besides, we both pitched in so it’s no biggie. Your help with those bullies is worth way more than some parfaits.” Her blonde friend replied, giving her usual playful smile which always caused Brooklyn to smile back.

”... If you say so… I was just stopping jerks from being jerks though, nothing special. Anyways, you two got rides right? Don’t let me keep them waiting, I know you two wanna get back home.” Brooklyn replied, waving her hand at the two to playfully shoo them away. While she mostly wasn’t too scared to be in the city after dark, she didn’t want her friends to possibly get hurt.

”Are you sure you don’t wanna carpool with one of us? It can get pretty dangerous out late you know…” The redhead asked with a small worried frown on her lips.

”I’ll be fine, don’t wanna take up any more time from either of you two. Besides, the bus stop is just over there and if anyone wants to try something funny, I’ve got my pepper spray on me. Now go on, get ‘atta here!” The bespeckled brunette replied, pointing over to the nearby bus stop before putting on a horrible Bostonian accent as she shooed them away.

With that, her two friends said their goodbyes and went off to wherever their parents’ would be picking them up while she headed off towards the bus stop. ’Another New Years alone huh… Well, I guess it wasn’t so alone this time.’ She thought to herself with a small smile as she leaned against the bus stop. ’Still, guess I can’t blame them, work has been hitting them hard with how things are going… Shawn is off with friends as usual, but that’s just how it’s been for a few years now. Eh, whatever, I just really hope this whole Meta-Human thing calms down so they can catch a break.’ She mused before a vibration in her pocket pulled her from her thoughts.

Pulling out her phone, Brooklyn turned on to see a new trending topic on r/MetaHumans. Looking around to make sure the bus wasn’t here yet, she swiped her phone open to look at the topic. ’Another robbery in Keystone? What is that, like the third or fourth this week? Par for the course I guess… Oooo, but what’s this… Sol huh… Well, she does have the flashy outfit to be a superhero. The pink though… eh, I guess it works well enough on her. Hope she comes over to Central though, people here could definitely use her. Then again, who doesn’t need someone like that in these times?...’ The brunette looked up at the sound of the bus pulling in to the stop and stashed her phone away before making her way to the opening doors. With a swipe of her phone across the payment terminal, she then walked to the back of the bus before settling in with her switch. It wouldn’t be too long of a ride but might as well get comfy.

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Location: ???
Date: January 1st, 2020

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Brooklyn breathed a sigh of relief as the mission complete banner flashed across the screen of her switch. She knew lunatic difficulty was going to be, well, difficult, but that particular mission has caused her so many restarts in order to get everyone out alive. Too many for a bus ride of this length actually… With furrowed eyebrows, Brooklyn looked up from her switch to find that the bus was completely shrouded in darkness.

”Uh, driver did we miss my st-” Brooklyn cut herself off as she looked across the empty bus, which includes the now empty space where the driver is supposed to be. ”...Fuck, I didn’t get on the wrong bus did I? Is the driver on break now or something?...” She grumbled to herself as she stashed her switch away in her backpack before starting to make her way to the front of the bus to get out and see where the heck she was. When she pushed open the bus doors to reveal a rough stone floor however, she only grew more confused. Pulling out her phone once more, her hopes were dashed as she glared at the no cell service icon. ”Of course… Ugh, I should’ve just carpooled… She groaned with a pinch to the bridge of her nose. After another sigh, she turned on the flashlight on her phone and armed herself with her pepper spray before beginning to venture out of the bus.

Brooklyn moved her light back and forth over her surroundings, noting both the stone walls and stone pillars that surrounded her while wondering if she was in some sort of cavern or underground ruin. ’How the hell did the bus get here?...’ The stone floor was slightly damp, small puddles filling some of its small crevices as she slowly stepped forward and continued to explore her surroundings. The air in her surroundings was also slightly humid to match with its damp surroundings, though the temperature was actually a bit cold. Her eyes focused on something that reflected the light of her phone. ’Is… Is that a caterpillar in a glass jar?...’ She asked herself, doing a double take, and staring at the glass dome the insect was enclosed in with furrowed brows. Her attention was immediately snapped to the other side of the cavern however when a voice echoed out her name. Her eyes peered through an opening in the stone wall which revealed a hall of some sort.

”Brooklyn….” The voice echoed out softly once more, confirming that it was indeed coming from inside the hall. By this point, the brunette was thoroughly creeped out and kept a tight grasp on the pepper spray inside of her skirt pocket. Seeing that the hall was fairly well lit, she turned off the light on her phone before stashing it back into her other pocket and slowly proceeding into the hall.

Unlike the previous cavern, this hall possessed more stonework than just cavern rock. The floor was tiled with squares of smooth stone of various sizes while the walls were lined with stone pillars. At one wall, however, stood seven monstrous stone statues, each with a name corresponding to the seven deadly sins roughly carved into their respective bases. Across from the statues at the other wall stood a small pedestal that held some sort of glowing orb. A loud sound drew her attention towards the end of the hall, where a man in flowing red robes with a lightning bolt emblem on his chest, and a staff in one hand stood. A set of stone staircases led up to the raised platform he stood on, where he was surrounded by a semi-circle of tall stone chairs. Above and behind him stood a wall of carved stone with a lightning bolt icon carved into it, the same icon which was on the man’s torso.

”Brooklyn Taylor-Evans…” The man spoke, causing her to pause at the foot of the stone staircase. The man, who she could now see was fairly old with graying hair, proceeded to meet her the rest of the way while seeming completely oblivious to her hand that was itching to pull out the bottle of pepper spray it squeezed around. The man stopped just a few steps above her, looking down at her with a glint in his eyes. ”Times are changing child, as I am sure you can tell. With these changes, however, certain… forces must react. That is why I have brought you here. I am old and weary, my place in this world is not long. I need a successor. You shall become that successor, Brooklyn, and all you have to do is touch my staff, say my name, and bear the responsibilities tha-” The old man was unable to finish his sentence when a sudden scream filled the room. It was only when he felt the burning in his eyes did he realize that the screams were his own.

Brooklyn, whose face was fighting between blanching in disgust and flushing in embarrassment, continued to spray the old man with her pepper spray for a solid ten seconds before relenting, only to close the distance between them and give a strong kick to his magical foci. ”P-Pervert! Lech! Philanderer! Sleazebag! P-Pedo!!! The brunette screamed as she watched him roll down the rest of the stairs in pain. ”Not only do you kidnap me, but then you try to solicit me to… Holy fuck, that is disgusting! I’m sixteen and you’re practically six feet under already! What the fuck is wrong with you?! This isn’t some weird fucking LARP sex-ring or human trafficking thing, is it?! Holy shit it is, it totally is, well I’m not gonna be some easy target you freak!” She yelled out again, face now red with anger as she shrugged off her text-book laden backpack and began to walk towards the old man’s downed form with it in her hand. It didn’t take long for her to reach him, a dangerous gleam in her eyes as she lifted her backpack, intent on pummeling the old man till he is six feet under where he belongs.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Smolzam

Brooklyn Taylor-Evans | Shazam

Civilian Appearance

Hero Appearance

| {Full Name} |

Brooklyn Taylor-Evans

| {Age} |

16

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Appearance} |

Brooklyn stands at a mere 5’4” in height and has a lithe build. She has brown hair that goes down to her shoulders, though it is usually tied up in a ponytail. She has emerald green eyes which are usually framed by a pair of circular-shaped glasses on her freckled face. She usually wears clothes for comfort rather than style, so she will often be seen in sweaters and skirts with the occasional scarf when it gets cold.

In her hero form, she stands at a tall 5’10” with a more muscular build than when she’s a civilian. Her hair and eye color remain the same, as well as her freckles, though she doesn’t need her glasses. Her costume consists of a red body glove and leggings, both with golden accents, a white cape, and a white skirt. At the center of her torso is a lightning bolt emblem.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Backpack (with textbooks)
• Laptop
• Nintendo Switch
• Smart Phone
• Pepper Spray

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Superhuman Strength: Strength that is on par to a Kryptonian
• Superhuman Stamina: Stamina that is on par to a Kryptonian
• Physical Enhancement: Becoming Shazam changes Brooklyn’s physical form
• Invulnerability: Virtually invulnerable, physical resistance is about on par to a Kryptonian

*Please note this only applies in hero form and the list is subject to change as the character develops.

| {Superpowers} |

• Limited Clairvoyance: While not truly clairvoyant to any and all events around her, she does possess an uncanny awareness which tells her when shit is about to hit the fan
• Omni-Lingual: Limited. For now, she has suddenly gained full fluency in Spanish
• Limited Magical Resistance: She can mostly shrug off small spells thrown against her but anything else will have her on the ropes
• Sorcery: Although she practically only knows the inherent lightning spell, Shazam is highly magic capable and has the potential to learn and use advanced spells
• Innate healing: At the moment, she only heals from wounds slightly faster than the average person

*Please note this only applies in hero form and the list is subject to change as the character develops.

| {Limitations} |

• Inexperience: Brooklyn/Shazam is incredibly new to having powers and being any sort of hero so she will likely make many mistakes along the way
• Verbal Transformation: In order for Brooklyn to transform into Shazam, she must be able to shout ‘Shazam!’ If she is in any way prevented from doing so, physically or magically, she cannot transform.
• Electricity: A powerful enough electric discharge (about that of a large bolt of lightning directly impacting her) can force Shazam to revert back to Brooklyn or vice versa.
• Student: Despite having powerful abilities, Brooklyn is still a student in high school, so, even if there are crimes and evil-doers around, she often finds herself stuck in school. Unless the situation is dire, Brooklyn will put school before fighting crime.

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| {Personality} |

Brooklyn is a fairly shy girl and mostly keeps to herself and close friends. She doesn’t like to be the center of attention and most of the time will fade into the background when left to her own devices. Usually, the only time she becomes the center of attention is when there’s a bully. If there is one thing that someone would about her, it’s that she hates bullies and oftentimes will get in their way, even if it means becoming the focus of their ire.

To those that get to know her, they’ll discover that Brooklyn is actually a complete nerd and quite passionate in her interests. Whether it be at home, at school, or on the streets, Brooklyn always brings her Nintendo Switch to play games. When she’s not playing video games she often likes to read, she even has a small bookcase in her room, though she has mostly moved on to e-books and the occasional fanfiction. Brooklyn is also incredibly optimistic and will try to see the best in people, even if a person seems like complete scum to others. She has even tried to get to know past bullies she has encountered, extending an olive branch of goodwill to them to see if she can reform them for the better. She has had mostly mixed results in this endeavor. In terms of school, Brooklyn is a fairly bright student but she’s nothing special. She studies when she needs to and makes fairly good grades, though she is a long shot from being the Valedictorian.

| {Place of Origin} |

Brooklyn was born and raised in the Morgan suburbs, just on the northern outskirts of Central City. She has had a modest upbringing that placed her family firmly in the middle class. She has one older brother who is currently attending Central City University. Despite the picturesque American nuclear family, however, Brooklyn is often either alone at home or just in the company of her brother since their father is a part of the police force while their mother is an on-call nurse at the city hospital.

| {Background} |

On November 8th, 2003, Brooklyn Taylor-Evans was born. She would be the first daughter and second child to Elizabeth and Kyle Taylor-Evans and little sister to the then four-year-old Shawn Taylor-Evans. Growing up, Brooklyn’s childhood was fairly normal; she got along with her brother, for the most part, made a few friends at school, played with some of the other kids on the same street, etc. Due to her parents’ intense working hours though, especially as crime rates started to rise which kept both her father and mother busy, Brooklyn and Shawn had their fair share of nannies until they were old enough to mostly take care of each other.

A major shift came in her life when her middle school years were closing and she was on the way towards her high school years. This shift came in the form of an entirely different school, a private school in fact. Apparently, she had been doing well enough during her middle school years such that the prestigious Isaiah Morgan Academy offered her enrollment with scholarship. To Brooklyn’s parents, the offer was a no-brainer, they wanted the best education for their children. As such, Brooklyn was set to enroll in the academy the following school year. When the girl’s friends found out, most of them were sad that she wouldn’t be joining them in the local public high school, though some knew of the academy’s reputation with rich snobs and gave her the cold shoulder.

Come freshman year, Brooklyn was sporting her new mandatory uniform to the Isaiah Morgan Academy as she stepped out of her father’s 2010 Honda Civic, which was severely juxtaposed by the various high-end luxury cars. Unfortunately for her, first impressions had just been made just and she was a captive audience to the snide comments that were made about her as they spread like wildfire throughout the academy. Despite it all, she tried to interact with others anyway, hoping to make some friends in the hostile environment. While she was able to find a couple of other scholarship students and befriend them, the majority of other students she spoke to simply scoffed and/or gave her the cold shoulder. It didn’t take long for Brooklyn to see that the social cliques had already been formed and locked down.

With a small number of friends, no clique membership, and a relatively low social score, Brooklyn was practically already in the sights of bullies. Although she was a fairly shy girl, Brooklyn was definitely not a coward. No matter the bully, no matter the place, Brooklyn always stood her ground against the bullies, often back sassing them and getting physical on only the rarest occasion. She does make an attempt to never get physical, however, usually just taking the hits and not hitting back, especially since the one time she did hit back it was her that got the mark on her record. Despite her own bullying troubles, however, Brooklyn was not a bystander when it came to seeing others bullied. She often interjected when someone else was getting picked on, even if it meant taking the heat instead.

After a year or so, now in her sophomore year of high school, a fair amount of the bullies backed off since she fought back, though a persistent few seemed to like it when their victims had some bite. Despite it all, however, Brooklyn still managed to keep her grades fairly good and even managed to make a couple of new friends. Everything else was mostly the same though, the only difference being that she now rode the bus to school and back, which gave her plenty of time to destress with her Nintendo Switch which was gifted to her by her parents when she first started at the academy.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Here's my submission ^-^

Smolzam

Brooklyn Taylor-Evans | Shazam

Civilian Appearance

Hero Appearance

| {Full Name} |

Brooklyn Taylor-Evans

| {Age} |

16

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Appearance} |

Brooklyn stands at a mere 5’4” in height and has a lithe build. She has brown hair that goes down to her shoulders, though it is usually tied up in a ponytail. She has emerald green eyes which are usually framed by a pair of circular-shaped glasses on her freckled face. She usually wears clothes for comfort rather than style, so she will often be seen in sweaters and skirts with the occasional scarf when it gets cold.

In her hero form, she stands at a tall 5’10” with a more muscular build than when she’s a civilian. Her hair and eye color remain the same, as well as her freckles, though she doesn’t need her glasses. Her costume consists of a red body glove and leggings, both with golden accents, a white cape, and a white skirt. At the center of her torso is a lightning bolt emblem.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Backpack (with textbooks)
• Laptop
• Nintendo Switch
• Smart Phone
• Pepper Spray

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Superhuman Strength: Strength that is on par to a Kryptonian
• Superhuman Stamina: Stamina that is on par to a Kryptonian
• Physical Enhancement: Becoming Shazam changes Brooklyn’s physical form
• Invulnerability: Virtually invulnerable, physical resistance is about on par to a Kryptonian

*Please note this only applies in hero form and the list is subject to change as the character develops.

| {Superpowers} |

• Limited Clairvoyance: While not truly clairvoyant to any and all events around her, she does possess an uncanny awareness which tells her when shit is about to hit the fan
• Omni-Lingual: Limited. For now, she has suddenly gained full fluency in Spanish
• Limited Magical Resistance: She can mostly shrug off small spells thrown against her but anything else will have her on the ropes
• Sorcery: Although she practically only knows the inherent lightning spell, Shazam is highly magic capable and has the potential to learn and use advanced spells
• Innate healing: At the moment, she only heals from wounds slightly faster than the average person

*Please note this only applies in hero form and the list is subject to change as the character develops.

| {Limitations} |

• Inexperience: Brooklyn/Shazam is incredibly new to having powers and being any sort of hero so she will likely make many mistakes along the way
• Verbal Transformation: In order for Brooklyn to transform into Shazam, she must be able to shout ‘Shazam!’ If she is in any way prevented from doing so, physically or magically, she cannot transform.
• Electricity: A powerful enough electric discharge (about that of a large bolt of lightning directly impacting her) can force Shazam to revert back to Brooklyn or vice versa.
• Student: Despite having powerful abilities, Brooklyn is still a student in high school, so, even if there are crimes and evil-doers around, she often finds herself stuck in school. Unless the situation is dire, Brooklyn will put school before fighting crime.

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| {Personality} |

Brooklyn is a fairly shy girl and mostly keeps to herself and close friends. She doesn’t like to be the center of attention and most of the time will fade into the background when left to her own devices. Usually, the only time she becomes the center of attention is when there’s a bully. If there is one thing that someone would about her, it’s that she hates bullies and oftentimes will get in their way, even if it means becoming the focus of their ire.

To those that get to know her, they’ll discover that Brooklyn is actually a complete nerd and quite passionate in her interests. Whether it be at home, at school, or on the streets, Brooklyn always brings her Nintendo Switch to play games. When she’s not playing video games she often likes to read, she even has a small bookcase in her room, though she has mostly moved on to e-books and the occasional fanfiction. Brooklyn is also incredibly optimistic and will try to see the best in people, even if a person seems like complete scum to others. She has even tried to get to know past bullies she has encountered, extending an olive branch of goodwill to them to see if she can reform them for the better. She has had mostly mixed results in this endeavor. In terms of school, Brooklyn is a fairly bright student but she’s nothing special. She studies when she needs to and makes fairly good grades, though she is a long shot from being the Valedictorian.

| {Place of Origin} |

Brooklyn was born and raised in the Morgan suburbs, just on the northern outskirts of Central City. She has had a modest upbringing that placed her family firmly in the middle class. She has one older brother who is currently attending Central City University. Despite the picturesque American nuclear family, however, Brooklyn is often either alone at home or just in the company of her brother since their father is a part of the police force while their mother is an on-call nurse at the city hospital.

| {Background} |

On November 8th, 2003, Brooklyn Taylor-Evans was born. She would be the first daughter and second child to Elizabeth and Kyle Taylor-Evans and little sister to the then four-year-old Shawn Taylor-Evans. Growing up, Brooklyn’s childhood was fairly normal; she got along with her brother, for the most part, made a few friends at school, played with some of the other kids on the same street, etc. Due to her parents’ intense working hours though, especially as crime rates started to rise which kept both her father and mother busy, Brooklyn and Shawn had their fair share of nannies until they were old enough to mostly take care of each other.

A major shift came in her life when her middle school years were closing and she was on the way towards her high school years. This shift came in the form of an entirely different school, a private school in fact. Apparently, she had been doing well enough during her middle school years such that the prestigious Isaiah Morgan Academy offered her enrollment with scholarship. To Brooklyn’s parents, the offer was a no-brainer, they wanted the best education for their children. As such, Brooklyn was set to enroll in the academy the following school year. When the girl’s friends found out, most of them were sad that she wouldn’t be joining them in the local public high school, though some knew of the academy’s reputation with rich snobs and gave her the cold shoulder.

Come freshman year, Brooklyn was sporting her new mandatory uniform to the Isaiah Morgan Academy as she stepped out of her father’s 2010 Honda Civic, which was severely juxtaposed by the various high-end luxury cars. Unfortunately for her, first impressions had just been made just and she was a captive audience to the snide comments that were made about her as they spread like wildfire throughout the academy. Despite it all, she tried to interact with others anyway, hoping to make some friends in the hostile environment. While she was able to find a couple of other scholarship students and befriend them, the majority of other students she spoke to simply scoffed and/or gave her the cold shoulder. It didn’t take long for Brooklyn to see that the social cliques had already been formed and locked down.

With a small number of friends, no clique membership, and a relatively low social score, Brooklyn was practically already in the sights of bullies. Although she was a fairly shy girl, Brooklyn was definitely not a coward. No matter the bully, no matter the place, Brooklyn always stood her ground against the bullies, often back sassing them and getting physical on only the rarest occasion. She does make an attempt to never get physical, however, usually just taking the hits and not hitting back, especially since the one time she did hit back it was her that got the mark on her record. Despite her own bullying troubles, however, Brooklyn was not a bystander when it came to seeing others bullied. She often interjected when someone else was getting picked on, even if it meant taking the heat instead.

After a year or so, now in her sophomore year of high school, a fair amount of the bullies backed off since she fought back, though a persistent few seemed to like it when their victims had some bite. Despite it all, however, Brooklyn still managed to keep her grades fairly good and even managed to make a couple of new friends. Everything else was mostly the same though, the only difference being that she now rode the bus to school and back, which gave her plenty of time to destress with her Nintendo Switch which was gifted to her by her parents when she first started at the academy.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Aroma Bel Iblis

Location: Mandalore, The Tower
Interacting with: Ceph @Alfhedil

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Aroma looked up to the Deathwatch member as she followed him through the halls, trying to see the man’s expressions through his helmet but to no avail. Though, she did get the briefest feeling that the man was feeling proud of himself. At that, Aroma couldn’t help but smile, already imagining the reaction of the soldier’s kids once he told them who he ran into. Once they entered the turbolift, she looked to her escort once more, nodding solemnly as he explained why he could not stay long.

”I understand, you have your responsibilities as does anyone. Even if most of the things I know about the Deathwatch are most likely myth, it does not change the fact that whatever you are being sent to do is most likely going to be a dangerous situation. It might not be my place to say this but... Please stay safe, you have a wonderful family waiting for you here after all. She replied, giving a sad smile to the man before adding something else to try and lift the mood. ”Also, I do expect to see both you and your girls at one of my concerts in the future, I’m sure they’ll love it.” The popstar grinned, always the optimist despite the situation. She hoped she eased what she thought was the soldier’s tension about a dangerous mission coming up for him. Even though the man was a part of the infamous Deathwatch, she wanted to do her best to build the bridge between Mandalorians and her own people, no matter their background or profession.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Aroma Bel Iblis

Location: Mandalore, The Tower
Interacting with: Ceph @Alfhedil

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Aroma snapped out of her reverie once the Mandalorian in front of her began to speak, relaxing a little as all her little worries were thrown out the window. The young woman couldn’t help but giggle softly at the man’s admittance, giving him a bright smile at the offer. ”Of course! I always love learning about my fans!” She replied leaning in a bit closer as he pulled out the small leather booklet and opened it to reveal a number of pictures. As the Deathwatch member began describing picture after picture of his adorable little girls, Aroma’s smile only grew with how enthusiastic the man was with his kids, though she couldn’t help giggling at the picture of Dashi’s ninth birthday party. Hopefully, this experience will go a long to showing the rest of her fellow Corellians that the Mandalorians aren’t heartless killing machines, but that they’re people as well.

Even though the Mandalorian showed no signs of stopping his descriptions of his seemingly endless number of pictures, Aroma couldn’t help but become engrossed in them herself, smiling, giggling, and often commenting on some of the pictures before tilting her head slightly in confusion as the man stopped mid-sentence. ”Please, do not worry about that, I always enjoy learning about my fans, whether they’re young or old. Although I believe I don’t need to introduce myself, it seems only fitting that I do. I am Aroma Bel Iblis, colloquially known as Paff to most in the galaxy. It is both an honor and a surprise to meet a member of the esteemed Deathwatch.” She replied with a small bow. ”That is correct, we need to go over a few more details for the concert and its surround festivities now that I’m here. If you can make it that much easier than any and all help is appreciated.” The pop star replied before giving a bright smile as her eyes practically lit up from an idea. ”And, in exchange for both helping me get to the Madam Secretary’s office and for showing those pictures of your adorable girls, we can take a picture together or maybe even a little personalized recording for your girls. I’m sure they’ll love it.”

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Aroma Bel Iblis

Location: Mandalore, The Tower
Interacting with: Ceph @Alfhedil

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Aroma patiently waited in the lobby, idly pacing back and forth while humming to herself as she updated her various HoloMedia accounts with her datapad. By now, pretty much all of her fans knew she had arrived on Mandalore and she couldn’t help but smile at all the comments about how excited people were for the upcoming concert. After replying to a few of the comments, the pop star began to think about all the food, and possibly even clothes, she would encounter during the festival. Before she lost herself to her imagination, however, her ruminations were interrupted as she heard someone call her stage name.

Upon looking towards the source of the voice, Aroma was met with a beskar wall. In took her a few moments out of confusion before she started to look up, and up, and up, until she was finally looking at the T-visor of the Manda- no, of the Deathwatch member before her. Although the Corellian didn’t know much about the infamous group of Mandalorians, she did know their colors, and she knew of the various rumors and legends that surrounded them.

”O-Oh, hello. Can I help you with something? Are you a fan?” The popstar responded, giving the giant of a man a well-practiced smile even though she was slightly intimidated. Now that she was actually focusing on the man though, she finally realized just how much taller he was compared to her. He was practically double her height, leading the Corellian to wonder just how she hadn’t heard him approach, especially when he was wearing a full set of beskar armor. ’Maybe I just wasn’t paying attention and that’s why I didn’t hear him… But what if he’s just that quiet?... I’ve heard they could take on Jedi too… If the Jedi are like space samurai, does that make the Deathwatch the space ninjas? Their armor is black too…’ Aroma thought to herself, thinking back to the fantasy book she read not too long ago about samurais and ninjas.

ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ

A'lythana Vennelis

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A'lythana visibly tensed when the door opened, waking up from her daydreaming while her hand unconsciously went to her sword. When she looked up to see who it was, she relaxed, finding both her fellow Seeker and Lalafell companions in perfect health. 'Wait... When did the Lalafell enter? How long was I daydreaming?...' The Red Mage asked herself, slightly embarrassed that she didn't even notice someone enter the building right next to her. Shaking her head a bit, she looked to her companions, wanting to actually focus on what was happening around her this time.

"I can guarantee you it won't be a habit, but forgive me for thinking that things would turn messy after your little stunt." A'lythana sighed softly as she responded to J'torha. The Seeker couldn't help but smile, though, as Lyveva energetically celebrated their success. She then looked over to E-Siri as he entered the conversation, noting that they had found the cart they would need to bring back to the free company house. She glanced back to Lyveva as the woman cleared her throat and began to speak again, the Miqo'te's stomach growling softly at the mention of food.

The Red Mage nearly jumped again from the raucous laughter originating from the other Seeker, whom she just noticed had arrived. She watched as he doubled over with laughter, almost starting to walk towards him to see if he was alright until her nose crinkled from the stench that lingered on him. "Well, I was definitely ready to do so in case a certain someone's plan went south, but thankfully everything seems to have been resolved peacefully. Where were you and that lancer? Attempting to fish on a wet chocobo?" She spoke, trying to waft the smell away from her nose.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

Aroma Bel Iblis

Location: Landing Platform, Mandalore

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As Aroma made her way down the landing ramp, a well-practiced yet warm smile formed on her lips once her escort came into view. ”Thank you Mister Esscan, I look forward to both witnessing and participating in the various events taking place in Keldabe. I must apologize for our late arrival though, the concert here was a bit of a surprise for the studio so they had to scramble to get all the necessities in place.” She explained before offering her hand and leaning a little closer. ”Just between you and me though, I might have run out of my favorite shampoo right before the departure time.” She whispered, giving him a sheepish grin.

Just as they were about to leave, however, Aroma noticed someone walking towards them from the entrance to the landing pad. Judging by the official-looking clothing, she guessed that they were most likely a Mandalorian envoy sent to greet her.

”Miss Bel Iblis? Firstly, let me welcome you to the Mandalorian capital Keldabe, it is a pleasure to have you here for the festivities." The envoy greeted with a smile, briefly glancing at her datapad for a moment before looking back to the Corellian.

”The pleasure is mine, it is both an honor and a privilege to not only attend but to perform at the festivities as well. I’m looking forward to exploring the city and learning more about Mandalorian culture, especially the food." Aroma replied, smiling brightly at the envoy before she was motioned to follow.

The envoy chuckled softly as she led the group out of the landing platform. ”Well, I’m sure there will be plenty of people willing to show you around, even among the staff there are quite a few people that are big fans of yours. Speaking of which, do you mind?” The envoy asked, gesturing with her datapad before Aroma accepted and they quickly took a picture together. ”Thank you. Now, before you can go explore the city, we’ll need to briefly visit the capitol building where you’ll meet with the Mandalore’s secretary, just to make sure that everything is in order for your stay here."

”Very well, lead the way. So what’s your favorite food to get during the festivities?” Aroma asked, the group drifting off into idle conversation as they made their way to the capitol building.

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Location: The Tower, Mandalore

As the group entered The Tower, Aroma couldn’t help but look around the interior of the lobby in wonder, not because it was extravagantly decorated, but because it was just so different from home. The envoy led the group to a small sitting area, gesturing for them to sit before addressing everyone.

”Alright, I’ll just need everyone to wait here. I’ll go notify the secretary that you’ve arrived and she’ll come to retrieve you momentarily. I hope you have a great time here Miss Bel Iblis." The envoy ended with a smile before walking off and leaving the group to themselves.

Star Wars(AU) - After Knightfall

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As Aroma was finishing her latest journal entry, she looked up just in time to see the bright streaks of stars dissipate from the window in her room, signaling that the ship had just dropped from hyperspace. After quickly wrapping up the entry, she stashed her datapad back into her bag and quickly left her room, scurrying through the halls of the CR90 until she reached the bridge.

”Keldabe ATC, this is CR90 Rocinante, requesting permission to enter Mandalorian airspace, over.”

”Keldabe ATC to Rocinante, wait one… Keldabe welcomes you Corellians, please standby and follow your escort to the landing pad.”

Aroma stepped closer to the front of the bridge as the chatter went on, only speaking once she was sure that the pilot had secured their clearance to land.

”So this is Mandalore… It doesn’t look anything like the Mandalore I learned in the academy. It’s so much… greener… the drive yards look new as well.” She spoke softly, gazing at the planet in front of her and drinking in its various colors.

”That’s because they are, if I didn’t know any better I’d say they just took them from Kuat. I wouldn’t mention the greenery if I were you though, they might still be bitter and we don’t want to cause an incident.” The pilot responded candidly.

”Of course. I have to admit, this is both exciting and terrifying, it’s like I’m about to perform live for the first time again and we’re not even at the venue yet.” Her hands squeezed together as she imagined her upcoming performance, the butterflies in her stomach working up a storm inside of her while she fought to calm herself down.

”I mean no disrespect, but are these really the type of people that will enjoy your music? Let alone respect it? Knowing Mandalorians, their favorite song is probably just the largest piece of artillery they can find.” The pilot scoffed, earning quite the glare from Aroma.

”If I were you, sir, I wouldn’t mention how easily you give in to stereotypes, especially during a mission of peace like this. We wouldn’t want to cause an incident after all. Besides, the stereotypes tend to be ridiculous anyway, like the one where they never take off their helmets. It’s like saying every Corellian is a master shipwright, which, if you spent even just a moment at the academy, you’d know is preposterous.” She replied with a frown, only to be replaced with a small smile as a couple of Mandalorian fighters approached. ”Ah, that must be our escort. If you’ll excuse me, I must gather my things for when we land.” She spoke, swiftly turning on her heel and leaving the bridge before the pilot could utter a response.

After returning to her room, Aroma diligently packed the last of her things back into her travel suitcase and bag, making sure to pocket a couple of her good luck charms for the show. She then sent a quick message to her grandfather about her arrival before the ship shuddered as it made landfall. Once she made sure she had everything she needed, Aroma made her way to the landing ramp and slowly descended, wondering who would be both meeting and escorting her around the Mandalorian capital.