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The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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Jack Hawthorne

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Location: Limbo
Skills:
Spells:
Outfit

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Grandchild of Odin, niece of Loki. An unfortunate heritage, in Jack's opinion. "Perhaps you could. Though, I wouldn't recommend it. Bones have a way of being... Loud about their state of being broken when thrown about in such away." He watched her pool out water from a source, and use it to heal her arm. In all honesty, Jack wasn't a particularly big fan of godly magic in any capacity. Though, he still would have appreciated it. Nevertheless, this was an angry child who just lost her soul, so he was willing to cut her some slack for acting the way she did. Even if Jack had little patience for most kids.

"The Green Eyed One choosing not to attack someone is normal. They often prefer to collect souls through a bargain, rather than force. They're a slimy wretch, not unlike a con artist of earth... Does anyone else hear that voice?" Jack walked over to the ugly window of this ugly house, and saw the skeletal horses outside. Tied, up, they didn't want to be here, it seemed. And Jack could just tell that they weren't happy with their human companions lingering. "It would seem that we have a more reliable method out of here than by portals," He opened the window, and responded to the horses. "Greetings... I hope you can understand me. I did not know you two were out here. The three of us need to find answers, which lie far from this disgusting abode. Will you join us?" Jack didn't actually know whether or not the horses spoke english, or if their voices were even words, and not just a conveyance of the idea of retreat. But he didn't want to teleport again, and he couldn't fly that fast these days. Besides, it might give the kid some time to cool off while they rode a horse.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Hazel Jackson | Nomad

"If you want to win, you gotta take the shots no one else will, and be ready to laugh when someone gets on your ass because you pulled the trigger before them." 🎶🎶🎶Thousand Foot Krutch - Down🎶🎶🎶

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Real Name: Hazel Jackson

Age: 18

Alias: Nomad

Gender: Female - She/Her

Color Choice: [color=red][/color]

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Appearance:

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Personality: Hazel is nothing if not confident. She treats herself like she’s the biggest person in the room, and always acts like she’s the person to beat. There is always a smug, knowing grin on her face when danger tears its head, because Hazel doesn't take a challenge lying down. Unafraid to speak her mind, or take initiative when it counts, is a free spirit at heart. She likes to do her own thing, set her own rules and regularly bristles against stern authority figures who try to change that. In her own opinion, she has a right to be cocky, on account of her knack for strategy and quick-decision making in combat training. Unfortunately, this doesn't bail Hazel out of the fact that she's also a bit of a troublemaker. Hazel has a temper that gets her in trouble, from fist fights to climbing over fences to trespass in somewhere very dangerous. Hazel always tells herself she can get herself out of these situations, and so far, this has held true, but it's only a matter of time until Hazel gets herself into too much trouble to get back out with just a defiant attitude.

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History: One often expects superpowers to give one a good life of being surrounded by like-minded individuals and living in a cool superhero lair. That was not the case for Hazel. She was born in California, to a single mother that had absolutely no idea how to raise a kid. She tried her best, but Carla Jackson was only human. Growing up, Hazel and her mom rarely saw eye to eye. They both tried, but Hazel's mind was fundamentally different from hers, so she understood things that Carla couldn't, and could outthink the woman in a million different ways that meant arguments rarely ended with a compromise. They were just too different to get along much, no matter how hard the two tried. This was the case as Hazel went through school as well. Everything was easy as a kid. Her teachers thought she was one of the usual "gifted" kids that needed to be put in higher grades. This never actually happened, because Hazel thought it was stupid. Everything was dumb, and ridiculous to her as a child. She couldn't relate to others, and just had no motivation to really do anything. Her teachers always fed her the same "Wasted potential" speech, but this only dampened Hazel's spirits further. High school was only somewhat different, because Hazel stopped caring.

It was around this time that Hazel's mother began to suspect there was something unnatural about her. They were driving to school one day, when Hazel grabbed the steering wheel faster than her mom could react, and quickly hurled them both safely off the road, swerving right and around a tree with incredible accuracy. Naturally, Carla panicked and didn't realize what had happened until she saw the car behind them, which had tumbled and crashed into a building. If it weren't for Hazel's borderline precognitive reaction, they both would have died there. This, combined with the constantly flawless scores Hazel used to get in school where others struggled was enough for them to suspect she was a mutant, or perhaps some other type of superhuman. This was when Hazel began to test her newfound "powers," going out and seeing just how intelligent she was in the dead of night by sneaking into junkyards, taking whatever looked useful and building incredible things with it. Carla wasn't sure what to do, but Hazel made her keep this discovery a secret, something she agreed with for Hazel's sake. Emboldened by this, Hazel's troublemaking tendencies grew stronger. For the first two years of high school, Hazel barely scraped by, only doing the bare minimum without any difficult, and spending most of her time hopping fences and playing with technology in the garage.

One day, social media caught wind of someone flying down highways at midnight on a floating motorcycle, barely able to see the red blur of its lights as it weaved through traffic at blistering speeds. Police tried to catch the driver, but how could they when its top speed was about 120mph? Ultimately, it was an Avenger who caught up with her, and put a stop to her antics after a stern conversation. Apparently, Carla finally caved and looked for answers to her daughter's extraordinary abilities, and got the attention of someone important. Hazel was given a chance to leave the frustrating life she had and learn how to be a superhero. Hazel wasn't the cape and spandex type, but she didn't feel like she belonged anywhere near her home, so she accepted the opportunity after a few weeks of preparation. S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to dissect her bike, to understand how it worked, but she wouldn't let them anywhere near it. Hazel hasn't looked back so far, but some people aren't entirely convinced that she has what it takes to fill the void left behind by the Avengers. Not that she's particularly stressed...

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Powerset:

• Superhuman Mind: Hazel’s was born with a downright inhuman level of intelligence. Her brain processes information at an absurd rate, her memory is flawless, and she can do advanced calculus in her head. Her reaction times allow Hazel to make split-second decisions where others would simply fumble, and she learns new skills very fast. Hazel’s best application of this, however, is building technological wonders that would make Tony Stark jealous. In practice, Hazel is a superhuman engineer, coming up with countless solutions to problems with incredible resourcefulness, all before she ever picks up a wrench. Hazel’s usefulness in a crisis is dictated heavily on what tools she brings, what she has at her disposal, and what she can sabotage if all else fails.

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Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• The Vandal: Hazel’s pride and joy, a hovercraft built in the style of a motorcycle. The Vandal is powered by a plasmatic ionization engine, which routes power to three dynamic waveform thrusters for a potential top speed of approximately 178 miles per hours. Using geomagnetic resonance to power an internal Hall effect pulse drive, the Vandal can consistently operate for 18 hours before requiring a recharge, which can be done in five minutes.
  
  The Vandal is equipped with an onboard computer similar to the one found in most cars, only with Hazel’s genius spin put on it. This computer is used to plot directions, blast music, communicate with others on the move, and to run maintenance on the Vandal itself... And it has a second seat!
  Clockstopper: The Clockstopper is an energy handgun designed to act like a multitool. It features two firing modes: Disruptor and Stun. Disruptor mode uses ionic thrust to channel a graviton charge into a nucleostatic projectile. When this projectile collides with a solid surface, it explodes in a concussive blast of raw kinetic energy. The blast, while having no thermal or electrical properties, is strong enough to throw a person dozens of feet into the air.
  
  When the Clockstopper is switched to Stun, the projectile is repolarized to produce an intense flux field. This projectile discharges in contact to fry fragile targets, and irreparably devastate electronic devices. The weapon can be switched between functions on the fly, and has an effect range of 50 feet.
• Codex: Hazel’s Codex is a wearable, wrist-mounted supercomputer. It is powered by a gravimetric capacitor, contains two terahertz of processing speed, eighteen terabytes of digital storage, and an interactive, holographic screen that can be adjusted and moved in any way imaginable. The Codex can do the job of any other computer on the planet, and can theoretically be used to hack into foreign systems with a retractable nano-mesh cable. Though, Hazel typically uses it to play Minecraft and pirate tons of media.
• Holovisor: The Holovisor is similar to the Codex, in the sense that they’re both wearable computers, but the Holovisor is designed specifically for tactical use. A small, digital projector hooks around Hazel’s left ear, and produces a photometric screen, which cycles through various permutations depending on what Hazel is doing. The Holovisor can link with Hazel’s Codex, provide Hazel with night vision, zoom in to see up to half a mile away, and sync up with other devices like cameras for remote viewing. The Holovisor also has functions that allow it to detect virtually any type of energy, translate 7 different languages on earth, and record information to the Codex instantly.

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Weaknesses:

• GPS Satellites, Unmanned Drones, Fucking Laser Sights: It is true that Hazel could easily outsmart her opponent by coming up with an absolutely absurd, unthinkable strategy, but Hazel prefers to use technology for that. Without her Clockstopper, Hazel doesn’t have a gun to shoot someone with. Without her Holovisor, Hazel can be blinded in a dark environment. When her devices are taken from her, or destroyed outright, that is one less tool she has at her disposal. She doesn’t have super strength or teleportation powers to bail her out, and there is only so much an exceptional brain can do.
• Hothead: Perhaps it's arrogance, or perhaps she has something to prove, but Hazel doesn't let some things slide. If you bruise her ego, she'll try to get even, and this temper of hers can lead her down some tricky roads, or to some reckless conclusions. It doesn't matter if it's something as simple as challenging her to a fight, or something as egregious as hospitalizing someone important to her. Get on Hazel's bad side, and you can count on her to make it your problem.

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Testing Post

124 miles per hour. She could probably do better than that.

She flew down a desolate road, with a new helmet that she bought after making an ATM shit itself like a broken record. Hazel’s hovercycle hummed quietly, as she soared down the highway to test the new cycling sequence for the waveforms. It was like basic arithmetic to her. Hazel built this thing out of junk, and she yet it was already better than all the top-shelf cars that international manufacturers sold to rich people. She nabbed spray paint and hotwires used cars to make this beast, this Vandal into something she felt proud of. She could’ve made a massive profit off of this, selling technological marvels to the world for steep prices. People would pay those prices, if they were desperate enough, and Hazel would be a dozen steps ahead of them if they tried to corner her on the market.

But it all seemed like too much work. Hazel didn’t need to turn her hobby into a business. If she needed money, she could just open a bank account, and use her laptop to that script she was working on, which effortlessly hacked into the international banking systems to pay herself. That was a real challenge. It was feasible for her skills, but not easy. In the same way building her bike wasn’t easy. Looking down at the Vandal’s dusty display, it seemed she need to recharge. The clock read 2:37am. Shouldn’t take long, she thought.

Hazel swerved off the next exit, and throttled down to the normal speed limit. The Pacific Ocean was dark as the void between distant starts, barely reflecting the full moon. Hazel wondered what could be under the water, what she could discover if she challenged her “superpowers” to dredge up mysteries. She pondered this for all of three seconds, and quickly glanced at the faint light moving across the sky overhead before pulling up on her bike, and launching off the road, down to a clearing where she drifted in a half-circle, soaring over a flood-canal and into an industrial area under construction. Here, she came to a stop, opened the legs on the Vandal, and stood.

The Vandal began absorbing energy from the planet’s magnetic field. Hazel took her helmet off and stared up at the stars. If she wanted to, she could’ve built a spacecraft out of a school bus, the Vandal’s engine, and a few plates of scrap metal. Hazel could go out there and leave this whole planet behind if she set her mind to it. Her mind gave her a hundred different possible configurations for such a vessel, and then swept them away with a blink. The world was hers, but there wasn’t anything in it that interested Hazel. If she wanted a challenge, she could hack into the Pentagon. She could try to hunt down the traces of the father she lost to the Snap, and could barely remember. But her mom wouldn’t approve of either of them. No, she’d just tell Hazel to live like a normal human being, one who couldn’t solve quantum equations while half-asleep.

Two more minutes. Hazel walked around, and looked out at the construction underway. With just a quick glance she saw three different places that the incomplete hospital’s rebar would inevitably snap in. The night was cold, and Hazel could see her breath in the faint moonlight. She wanted to believe that Carla was worried sick about her, but this was normal behavior. She had a pattern of calling at midnight and asking when Hazel would be home, and if she should even leave the door unlocked. Hazel couldn’t feel anything other than jaded at the fact. One minute left.

Hazel began walking back to the-

”Can’t sleep?”

A voice disturbed her, and barely finished its sentence before Hazel was already twisted around, staring a metal suit down like a possum. A Gatling gun hunt off one shoulder of the suit, and a pair of crimson red eyes saw right through her. War Machine. What the hell was he doing here, talking to her of all people? Hazel froze, counting the seconds in her head until she could hop on the Vandal and leave him in the dust.

”I’ve been following you for a while now, Hazel. You’re fast, but you’re easy to spot.”

That light in the sky was him. Fuck.

”So what do you want with me?”

War Machine’s face slid away, revealing the human underneath. He walked up to Hazel’s bike, admiring the thing. ”Pretty cool ride you’ve got here. Friend of mine would’ve been impressed. S.H.I.E.L.D. Knows about you. Your mother’s been worried real bad about you, lately. Bad enough that she made it my problem. I can’t say I blame her, but that’s not all I’m here for. She told me about this. How you have a superhuman intelligence, and how you’ve got no interest in doing anything here.”

Hazel’s face scrunched up. Her mom fucking went behind her back and dragged a fucking Avenger into this. ”And?”

”Take it easy, kid. Look, normally, I wouldn’t come here and give you the talk I’m giving you. But the guys who keep the world from ending heard about a kid genius building superbikes, and this became more than just you making trouble. See, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t want you just running around with that thing-“

Hazel took a step out in front of the thing in question, ready to drop down on the seat and bail. ”I’m not handing off my bike to a bunch of suits, sorry.”

”Well, that’s fine, because I’ve got some news for you. I checked a database before coming here. You lost someone who didn’t come back after the Snap, right? You’re aware things aren’t the same anymore. That they probably won’t ever be. You’ve felt that.” There was a note of downtrodden sentiment in War Machine’s voice, which Hazel picked up on.

Bringing up her dad wasn’t helping his case.

”…I’m gonna let you in on a little secret here. The Avengers don’t exactly exist right now. We’re scattered, and one day, they’re gonna be needed again. The ones that are left came together and made a place for people like you. They want kids like you to train with them, and be the next superheroes that stop the world from ending. It’s far from here, and you won’t have to worry about whatever it is that keeps you up so late.”

Hazel’s head tilted back a little. Some kind of superhero camp? ”You want me to go off and join another Avenger Initiative? I’m not exactly Spider-Man.”

”That's what we all said, and then Thor’s brother wrecked a city.” A look of humor flashed across his face.

”Look, it’s your choice. But one way or another, someone’s going to come looking for you. Maybe the next world-conquering maniac wants you to build his doomsday weapon, and he’s not taking no for an answer. Or maybe you get caught up in something, and then I have to come and take you by force, along with your ride. There are others like you. People who have it rough, people that want to challenge themselves, or are just plain brave enough to put on the suit.”

”So if I say no, you’re just gonna come back eventually.”

She thought it over in her head, running a mile a minute. Hazel ran through a thousand different reasons why she shouldn’t accept this offer, and another thousand reasons why she should. Ultimately, she came up with a thousand and one, and made her choice

”Okay. I’ll go.”

War Machine smiled, clearly pleased. ”Good. A lot easier than I thought it would be.”

She shrugged. ”Between you and me, there’s someone whose opinion I actually give a shit about. And I don’t think she’s really my biggest fan right now.”

”You think this’ll change that?”

Hazel looked off into the distance, past trees, buildings and the moon. Somewhere, a door was unlocked.

”Yeah. Probably.”

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Hazel Jackson | Nomad

"If you want to win, you gotta take the shots no one else will, and be ready to laugh when someone gets on your ass because you pulled the trigger before them." 🎶🎶🎶Thousand Foot Krutch - Down🎶🎶🎶

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Real Name: Hazel Jackson

Age: 18

Alias: Nomad

Gender: Female - She/Her

Color Choice: [color=red][/color]

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Appearance:

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Personality: Hazel is nothing if not confident. She treats herself like she’s the biggest person in the room, and always acts like she’s the person to beat. There is always a smug, knowing grin on her face when danger tears its head, because Hazel doesn't take a challenge lying down. Unafraid to speak her mind, or take initiative when it counts, is a free spirit at heart. She likes to do her own thing, set her own rules and regularly bristles against stern authority figures who try to change that. In her own opinion, she has a right to be cocky, on account of her knack for strategy and quick-decision making in combat training. Unfortunately, this doesn't bail Hazel out of the fact that she's also a bit of a troublemaker. Hazel has a temper that gets her in trouble, from fist fights to climbing over fences to trespass in somewhere very dangerous. Hazel always tells herself she can get herself out of these situations, and so far, this has held true, but it's only a matter of time until Hazel gets herself into too much trouble to get back out with just a defiant attitude.

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History: One often expects superpowers to give one a good life of being surrounded by like-minded individuals and living in a cool superhero lair. That was not the case for Hazel. She was born in California, to a single mother that had absolutely no idea how to raise a kid. She tried her best, but Carla Jackson was only human. Growing up, Hazel and her mom rarely saw eye to eye. They both tried, but Hazel's mind was fundamentally different from hers, so she understood things that Carla couldn't, and could outthink the woman in a million different ways that meant arguments rarely ended with a compromise. They were just too different to get along much, no matter how hard the two tried. This was the case as Hazel went through school as well. Everything was easy as a kid. Her teachers thought she was one of the usual "gifted" kids that needed to be put in higher grades. This never actually happened, because Hazel thought it was stupid. Everything was dumb, and ridiculous to her as a child. She couldn't relate to others, and just had no motivation to really do anything. Her teachers always fed her the same "Wasted potential" speech, but this only dampened Hazel's spirits further. High school was only somewhat different, because Hazel stopped caring.

It was around this time that Hazel's mother began to suspect there was something unnatural about her. They were driving to school one day, when Hazel grabbed the steering wheel faster than her mom could react, and quickly hurled them both safely off the road, swerving right and around a tree with incredible accuracy. Naturally, Carla panicked and didn't realize what had happened until she saw the car behind them, which had tumbled and crashed into a building. If it weren't for Hazel's borderline precognitive reaction, they both would have died there. This, combined with the constantly flawless scores Hazel used to get in school where others struggled was enough for them to suspect she was a mutant, or perhaps some other type of superhuman. This was when Hazel began to test her newfound "powers," going out and seeing just how intelligent she was in the dead of night by sneaking into junkyards, taking whatever looked useful and building incredible things with it. Carla wasn't sure what to do, but Hazel made her keep this discovery a secret, something she agreed with for Hazel's sake. Emboldened by this, Hazel's troublemaking tendencies grew stronger. For the first two years of high school, Hazel barely scraped by, only doing the bare minimum without any difficult, and spending most of her time hopping fences and playing with technology in the garage.

One day, social media caught wind of someone flying down highways at midnight on a floating motorcycle, barely able to see the red blur of its lights as it weaved through traffic at blistering speeds. Police tried to catch the driver, but how could they when its top speed was about 120mph? Ultimately, it was an Avenger who caught up with her, and put a stop to her antics after a stern conversation. Apparently, Carla finally caved and looked for answers to her daughter's extraordinary abilities, and got the attention of someone important. Hazel was given a chance to leave the frustrating life she had and learn how to be a superhero. Hazel wasn't the cape and spandex type, but she didn't feel like she belonged anywhere near her home, so she accepted the opportunity after a few weeks of preparation. S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to dissect her bike, to understand how it worked, but she wouldn't let them anywhere near it. Hazel hasn't looked back so far, but some people aren't entirely convinced that she has what it takes to fill the void left behind by the Avengers. Not that she's particularly stressed...

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Powerset:

• Superhuman Mind: Hazel’s was born with a downright inhuman level of intelligence. Her brain processes information at an absurd rate, her memory is flawless, and she can do advanced calculus in her head. Her reaction times allow Hazel to make split-second decisions where others would simply fumble, and she learns new skills very fast. Hazel’s best application of this, however, is building technological wonders that would make Tony Stark jealous. In practice, Hazel is a superhuman engineer, coming up with countless solutions to problems with incredible resourcefulness, all before she ever picks up a wrench. Hazel’s usefulness in a crisis is dictated heavily on what tools she brings, what she has at her disposal, and what she can sabotage if all else fails.

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Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• The Vandal: Hazel’s pride and joy, a hovercraft built in the style of a motorcycle. The Vandal is powered by a plasmatic ionization engine, which routes power to three dynamic waveform thrusters for a potential top speed of approximately 178 miles per hours. Using geomagnetic resonance to power an internal Hall effect pulse drive, the Vandal can consistently operate for 18 hours before requiring a recharge, which can be done in five minutes.
  
  The Vandal is equipped with an onboard computer similar to the one found in most cars, only with Hazel’s genius spin put on it. This computer is used to plot directions, blast music, communicate with others on the move, and to run maintenance on the Vandal itself... And it has a second seat!
  Clockstopper: The Clockstopper is an energy handgun designed to act like a multitool. It features two firing modes: Disruptor and Stun. Disruptor mode uses ionic thrust to channel a graviton charge into a nucleostatic projectile. When this projectile collides with a solid surface, it explodes in a concussive blast of raw kinetic energy. The blast, while having no thermal or electrical properties, is strong enough to throw a person dozens of feet into the air.
  
  When the Clockstopper is switched to Stun, the projectile is repolarized to produce an intense flux field. This projectile discharges in contact to fry fragile targets, and irreparably devastate electronic devices. The weapon can be switched between functions on the fly, and has an effect range of 50 feet.
• Codex: Hazel’s Codex is a wearable, wrist-mounted supercomputer. It is powered by a gravimetric capacitor, contains two terahertz of processing speed, eighteen terabytes of digital storage, and an interactive, holographic screen that can be adjusted and moved in any way imaginable. The Codex can do the job of any other computer on the planet, and can theoretically be used to hack into foreign systems with a retractable nano-mesh cable. Though, Hazel typically uses it to play Minecraft and pirate tons of media.
• Holovisor: The Holovisor is similar to the Codex, in the sense that they’re both wearable computers, but the Holovisor is designed specifically for tactical use. A small, digital projector hooks around Hazel’s left ear, and produces a photometric screen, which cycles through various permutations depending on what Hazel is doing. The Holovisor can link with Hazel’s Codex, provide Hazel with night vision, zoom in to see up to half a mile away, and sync up with other devices like cameras for remote viewing. The Holovisor also has functions that allow it to detect virtually any type of energy, translate 7 different languages on earth, and record information to the Codex instantly.

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Weaknesses:

• GPS Satellites, Unmanned Drones, Fucking Laser Sights: It is true that Hazel could easily outsmart her opponent by coming up with an absolutely absurd, unthinkable strategy, but Hazel prefers to use technology for that. Without her Clockstopper, Hazel doesn’t have a gun to shoot someone with. Without her Holovisor, Hazel can be blinded in a dark environment. When her devices are taken from her, or destroyed outright, that is one less tool she has at her disposal. She doesn’t have super strength or teleportation powers to bail her out, and there is only so much an exceptional brain can do.
• Hothead: Perhaps it's arrogance, or perhaps she has something to prove, but Hazel doesn't let some things slide. If you bruise her ego, she'll try to get even, and this temper of hers can lead her down some tricky roads, or to some reckless conclusions. It doesn't matter if it's something as simple as challenging her to a fight, or something as egregious as hospitalizing someone important to her. Get on Hazel's bad side, and you can count on her to make it your problem.

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Testing Post

124 miles per hour. She could probably do better than that.

She flew down a desolate road, with a new helmet that she bought after making an ATM shit itself like a broken record. Hazel’s hovercycle hummed quietly, as she soared down the highway to test the new cycling sequence for the waveforms. It was like basic arithmetic to her. Hazel built this thing out of junk, and she yet it was already better than all the top-shelf cars that international manufacturers sold to rich people. She nabbed spray paint and hotwires used cars to make this beast, this Vandal into something she felt proud of. She could’ve made a massive profit off of this, selling technological marvels to the world for steep prices. People would pay those prices, if they were desperate enough, and Hazel would be a dozen steps ahead of them if they tried to corner her on the market.

But it all seemed like too much work. Hazel didn’t need to turn her hobby into a business. If she needed money, she could just open a bank account, and use her laptop to that script she was working on, which effortlessly hacked into the international banking systems to pay herself. That was a real challenge. It was feasible for her skills, but not easy. In the same way building her bike wasn’t easy. Looking down at the Vandal’s dusty display, it seemed she need to recharge. The clock read 2:37am. Shouldn’t take long, she thought.

Hazel swerved off the next exit, and throttled down to the normal speed limit. The Pacific Ocean was dark as the void between distant starts, barely reflecting the full moon. Hazel wondered what could be under the water, what she could discover if she challenged her “superpowers” to dredge up mysteries. She pondered this for all of three seconds, and quickly glanced at the faint light moving across the sky overhead before pulling up on her bike, and launching off the road, down to a clearing where she drifted in a half-circle, soaring over a flood-canal and into an industrial area under construction. Here, she came to a stop, opened the legs on the Vandal, and stood.

The Vandal began absorbing energy from the planet’s magnetic field. Hazel took her helmet off and stared up at the stars. If she wanted to, she could’ve built a spacecraft out of a school bus, the Vandal’s engine, and a few plates of scrap metal. Hazel could go out there and leave this whole planet behind if she set her mind to it. Her mind gave her a hundred different possible configurations for such a vessel, and then swept them away with a blink. The world was hers, but there wasn’t anything in it that interested Hazel. If she wanted a challenge, she could hack into the Pentagon. She could try to hunt down the traces of the father she lost to the Snap, and could barely remember. But her mom wouldn’t approve of either of them. No, she’d just tell Hazel to live like a normal human being, one who couldn’t solve quantum equations while half-asleep.

Two more minutes. Hazel walked around, and looked out at the construction underway. With just a quick glance she saw three different places that the incomplete hospital’s rebar would inevitably snap in. The night was cold, and Hazel could see her breath in the faint moonlight. She wanted to believe that Carla was worried sick about her, but this was normal behavior. She had a pattern of calling at midnight and asking when Hazel would be home, and if she should even leave the door unlocked. Hazel couldn’t feel anything other than jaded at the fact. One minute left.

Hazel began walking back to the-

”Can’t sleep?”

A voice disturbed her, and barely finished its sentence before Hazel was already twisted around, staring a metal suit down like a possum. A Gatling gun hunt off one shoulder of the suit, and a pair of crimson red eyes saw right through her. War Machine. What the hell was he doing here, talking to her of all people? Hazel froze, counting the seconds in her head until she could hop on the Vandal and leave him in the dust.

”I’ve been following you for a while now, Hazel. You’re fast, but you’re easy to spot.”

That light in the sky was him. Fuck.

”So what do you want with me?”

War Machine’s face slid away, revealing the human underneath. He walked up to Hazel’s bike, admiring the thing. ”Pretty cool ride you’ve got here. Friend of mine would’ve been impressed. S.H.I.E.L.D. Knows about you. Your mother’s been worried real bad about you, lately. Bad enough that she made it my problem. I can’t say I blame her, but that’s not all I’m here for. She told me about this. How you have a superhuman intelligence, and how you’ve got no interest in doing anything here.”

Hazel’s face scrunched up. Her mom fucking went behind her back and dragged a fucking Avenger into this. ”And?”

”Take it easy, kid. Look, normally, I wouldn’t come here and give you the talk I’m giving you. But the guys who keep the world from ending heard about a kid genius building superbikes, and this became more than just you making trouble. See, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t want you just running around with that thing-“

Hazel took a step out in front of the thing in question, ready to drop down on the seat and bail. ”I’m not handing off my bike to a bunch of suits, sorry.”

”Well, that’s fine, because I’ve got some news for you. I checked a database before coming here. You lost someone who didn’t come back after the Snap, right? You’re aware things aren’t the same anymore. That they probably won’t ever be. You’ve felt that.” There was a note of downtrodden sentiment in War Machine’s voice, which Hazel picked up on.

Bringing up her dad wasn’t helping his case.

”…I’m gonna let you in on a little secret here. The Avengers don’t exactly exist right now. We’re scattered, and one day, they’re gonna be needed again. The ones that are left came together and made a place for people like you. They want kids like you to train with them, and be the next superheroes that stop the world from ending. It’s far from here, and you won’t have to worry about whatever it is that keeps you up so late.”

Hazel’s head tilted back a little. Some kind of superhero camp? ”You want me to go off and join another Avenger Initiative? I’m not exactly Spider-Man.”

”That's what we all said, and then Thor’s brother wrecked a city.” A look of humor flashed across his face.

”Look, it’s your choice. But one way or another, someone’s going to come looking for you. Maybe the next world-conquering maniac wants you to build his doomsday weapon, and he’s not taking no for an answer. Or maybe you get caught up in something, and then I have to come and take you by force, along with your ride. There are others like you. People who have it rough, people that want to challenge themselves, or are just plain brave enough to put on the suit.”

”So if I say no, you’re just gonna come back eventually.”

She thought it over in her head, running a mile a minute. Hazel ran through a thousand different reasons why she shouldn’t accept this offer, and another thousand reasons why she should. Ultimately, she came up with a thousand and one, and made her choice

”Okay. I’ll go.”

War Machine smiled, clearly pleased. ”Good. A lot easier than I thought it would be.”

She shrugged. ”Between you and me, there’s someone whose opinion I actually give a shit about. And I don’t think she’s really my biggest fan right now.”

”You think this’ll change that?”

Hazel looked off into the distance, past trees, buildings and the moon. Somewhere, a door was unlocked.

”Yeah. Probably.”

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Did anyone ask for a cocky, arrogant kid with a gun and enough tech knowledge to dissect Ultron like a dead frog?

Too bad, you're getting one. And this is her theme song.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

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Star Trek: Cadets - A Starfleet Extended Training Cruise RP

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From the moment the geriatric-looking admiral walked in, Diana already knew every word he was going to say. His mind was easy to read. She didn't even have to make a conscious effort when the words bled out like a wet sponge. Diana had temporarily zoned out before he walked in, feeling the pride that radiated from everyone in the room. But she didn't feel particularly proud. She did not deny that she made achievements in the academy, but they were the bare minimum for her to not be strapped to a bed a lobotomized. Diana didn't see this entire ceremony with the same rose-tinted glasses people normally did. It was just fanfare, and filled her head with annoying emotions that were too great in volume to tune out. She was just glad she could grab her meds in time before now, or the headache would be hell throughout the shuttle ride. Diana stood, but her body language would tell anyone that she wasn't taking this so seriously. She was at ease as soon as she left her seat.

She tuned out the old man while he actually gave the speech, and simply pretended to listen. Emotions filled the room, swirling together in a way that made Diana uncomfortable. On a certain level, she was supposed to feel proud herself. Proud that she had made a choice that mattered, to be part of the generation to which the torch is passed, and guide the Federation into the future. Diana should've felt invigorated by that, but it wasn't her choice. Diana didn't want to be here in any way, shape or form. She didn't have the privilege of making that choice to begin with. So she had no reason to feel any pride. This was a conscription to her, a press-gang situation, and nothing more.

Someone must've noticed who she was, because Diana felt the emotion of curiosity leak into the miasma of happiness. Someone behind her, three years younger than her at best, wondering how she got here. Is that the girl with the white eyes? Isn't she the one with that really high-

-Esper rating? Yes, and the girl with the white eyes knows you're looking at her. Stop doing it, or I'll turn around and make a scene. Diana's voice sounded inside the tiny kid's skull like a dream. Something that shouldn't have been there. Immediately, she could tell that she embarrassed the little shit. The look stopped. Good.

Finally, Admiral Geriatric wrapped up his speech and dismissed everyone. Diana got her location from the personnel and walked off. Christ, she hated speeches. Diana made a beeline for her quarters. Two others would be joining her on the shuttle. One was the Caitian girl, and the other was a fellow telepath. Diana didn't know either of them beyond passing anecdotes and the occasional mention of their names, but Diana immediately knew she was not looking forward to getting shoved into a tritanium coffin for half a day, with someone who could read her mind. Hypocritical as it may be, espers didn't mix very well. Diana made a mental note to brush up on her neural wall technique before she got to know him. Once Diana arrived at her room, she stood at the door, waiting for it to close behind her, and snapped her fingers.

Multiple objects flew across the room towards the bed. A portable chess kit, several physical books (screens agitated her head) about parapsychology, and a travel case. Without moving or lifting a finger, the case unlatched itself, as the items floated in, before the case was snapped shut again. Then, Diana replicated a glass of water, inhaled the whole damn thing, and climbed onto the bed. She rested on her knees and shut her eyes, while the universe fell away in ever-tessellating fractals of superimposed thought, until there was only the will to exist.

Diana's eyes became dark matter. Her soul became the Galactic Barrier. Her mind became everything.

And everything became Diana.

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Approximately ninety minutes passed before Diana opened her eyes again. It was time to head to the shuttlebay. Her head felt clear as a starless void, without so much as a trace of emotions within her scope. She quickly changed into a clean uniform befitting the Security division, and made her way there. Seven minutes later, Diana stood in the same room as the shuttle Athena, and reported to personnel.

"Morro, acting security chief for starship Tucker, reporting."

If the other telepath tried to read her, it would feel like hitting a wall. Not a void, like some people who were immune to psychometry, but like there was a pressure blocking Temuk from going further.

X-Men: GenetiX

"Plot your escape for as long as you can remember, and then bust out of the shittiest place man ever made... And then you can bitch at me about causing injury. While Ryder was saying this, she concentrated hard enough to detonate another radio. But now, she had to slap her computer shut and stuff the phone in a pocket to direct her attention somewhere else. Both devices fell dead the moment she switched gears, and loaded her things into the plastic basket again. She could lose the mob easily, they'd lose motivation shortly while they stumbled around in the dark... Wait a minute.

Ryder felt out with her power, confirming what she thought. Quietly, she spread her consciousness into the cameras of the town. Honestly, they might as well have just stayed home at this point. But the guards... That was the interesting part. Ryder could see through their eyes, at least a dozen still making their way towards the mutants on foot. And given their equipment, she could see exactly as they did.

"The guards brought out their night vision tech. They've got electronic helmets specifically made to work around me. Best I can do is see what they see, meaning they'll see all of us long before the town gets here with their flashlights, pistols and shotguns. So if you want to shoot something, pick a direction and start blasting. I've got better things to do. I'm going back there, and I'm going to flatten the place for good this time. So don't bother following me, because I'm not going to stop and think about if you're still around or not. Cool? Cool."

With that being said, Ryder turned and started walking in the direction of Umbra. The guards would intercept her before they intercepted the older mutants, at the rate she was walking.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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Jack Hawthorne

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Location: Limbo
Skills: Extra-planar Navigation, Magic Expertise
Spells: Twilight Doorway
Outfit

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Under any other circumstances, Jack would have laughed at the kid for pointing a sword at him. But right now, she must've been feeling a lot of things, so he let that slide. Though the notion that someone could kill him was very amusing.

"Love, and the ocean... Ah, are you related to Freya and Aegir? Or perhaps Ran? She stole a book from me once." Ever the anecdotal one, Jack didn't seem too terribly worried about his current situation. Was he putting on a brave face for the kid's sake? So that she'd take a hint that there's nothing to fret over? Or was he just fine with this? "As for the Green Eyed One, they are not something one can simply "kill." I, personally, could not do so. And I do apologize for how this sounds, but when one has a broken arm, a sword is rather difficult to use against a deathless being." Truly, Jack was not trying to be rude, but it was just the truth. He looked down at the strange, glowing sword for a moment. "Unless of course, your sword is enchanted to subsume necromantic resonance. In which case, that would have been helpful to know beforehand."

Jack graciously accepted the skin from Carolina. Oddly enough, he wasn't creeped out or phased in the slightest. "This will work perfectly, thank you very much. Skin is surprisingly elastic when preserved by necromancing monstrosities. One moment-" Jack fully unbuttoned the tattered shirt with one hand and began kneading the skin in the middle with the other, essentially stretching it out. He then shrugged off the red cloak, and the wool coat he wore, which fell to the floor while the cloak simply floated. Now that his shirt was open, these two could see that the slash marks were far from the only physical harm he had been through. There were dozens of scars, remnants of burns and old skin abrasions. As he stretched the skin around his chest, he continued the conversation.

"As you were just saying- We aren't here for nothing. The Sorcerer Supreme of Earth has perished, and we are all candidates for his replacement. And there are more of us, at least two others named Madalyne and Annika. I'm assuming the one Klara mentioned is also one such person. It seems anyone with their own Cloak of Levitation is here for that reason. Though, I cannot say for certain exactly how many of us there are, as that title is usually passed directly down to one person. If a new Sorcerer Supreme is not chosen in a timely fashion, Earth will begin to collide with Limbo, and both worlds with fall to ruin like to ships crashing against one another, as Earth is invaded by infinite armies of demons."

He successfully finished tying down the dead skin, ensuring that the pressure was secured. He then picked up his coat, ensuring Ororo's acorn did not slip out, and then retrieved his cloak.

"All of us just happen to be the lucky ones tasked with preventing that calamity," He concluded, sardonically, before looking around this ugly room.

"Personally, I would be more than happy to incinerate this hideous excuse for a dwelling, but we have more important things to worry about. I will accompany both of you wherever we go for the remainder of this journey. By my estimation, we should have..." He pulled out his enchanted watch to take a guess. It was about 3am when he was originally cast into Limbo. "Approximately twenty two hours to see this madness through. More than enough time to find the new Sorcerer Supreme of this world and request her assistance, if we find ourselves travelling to her sanctum." Jack wasn't personally familiar with Magik, but she was known by many for a reason.

"I realize my presence may be startling, after what you two have just experienced, but fate has brought us all together in this world. For better or for worse. The night has only just begun, but I will do all that I can to see that it does not last forever."

God, that sounded so damn corny, coming from the umbramancer in the room. But it was the truth.