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The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

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The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

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I am sorry that it seems I may have copied you being with the color red and a motorcycle, but I was just late to posting my profile, @mintz @memekingdave @akayaofthemoon @alphathepaladin and I have been working on our character concepts for a few weeks before it was posted on RolePlayerGuild and it seems that great minds think alike.

Hopefully all it means is that we'll have a really cool biker gang at the Academy ♡

(a side note after reading your profile too, modern street bikes can go up to speeds of 185 miles per hour and most cop cars can almost reach 200 mph, so you may want your hover bike to beat the fastest police cars if you're a real renegade :3)

@strawbsandsugar

Sure I'll consider that lol. @Mintz thoughts on that or should I just save that for later for when Hazel gets to fuck around with whatever the avengers let her play with

also

On that note, how's everyone doin' here? I've been eagerly awaiting more completed profiles as we approach the time for me to properly launch this RP!

For a heads-up, I'm planning to, at the very latest, launch the RP by the end of October; this means everyone here has roughly 2 weeks to work out their sheets and get then RP-ready! And if we can get them all done sooner, then I can see about kicking things off earlier as well, so hopefully that makes for some exciting incentive! Looking forward to seeing everyone's work soon :)

@Mintz

nice

Star Trek: Cadets - A Starfleet Extended Training Cruise RP

Diana is looking respectfully

X-Men: GenetiX

Under the cover of darkness, the guards of Umbra continued to advance on the one mutant in particular they needed to retrieve. Normally, Ryder could use all of their tech as a beacon to determine their proximity, but the strange material she couldn't get around was making that problematic. If she tried to focus through their visors, all she could make out was foliage. So Ryder needed to think very carefully about when she's ditch the guy she could telekinetically feel was tailing her, to prevent him from realizing she wasn't going to Umbra after all. But if she lingered too long, then the guards would inevitably catch her and open fire. She knew they had live ammunition, because she could see through their own eyes. Ryder lied when she said she was going here, so if Cyclops felt like that lie existed, then she'd have to shake him off more and more.

Ryder heard a twig snap, and instinctually punched the air before her, causing a wave of dense telekinesis to fly forward. Trees were uprooted and the ground shook. Someone screamed, because their organs had just been ruptured, and bullets began to fire.

She walked too far, and lost track of distance. Umbra Biogenetics could be seen over the trees that still stood. Ryder tuned back into their night vision goggles, and saw herself through at least four of them, and quickly flung herself directly up into the canopy of leaves. A felled tree went through through one guard completely. His limp body was sent hurtling towards his buddy like a bullet, and both of them because an obscene, red paste. Their visors were telekinetically ripped from their gored heads, helmet and all, and Ryder turned the helmets into moons, to which she was the planet. Blood dripped from them, as shattered craniums slopped out before the helmets orbited around Ryder, enhancing her ability to see the surroundings. She was blind, but now she could see better than any single one of them. They were trying to flank her.

Ryder reached for a tree to lance another one, when a bullet ripped clean through her leg, going out with a wet snap. Those weren't hollow points. Ryder shrieked like a banshee. White hot pain streaked up her leg, to her knee and down her ankle. It made her head spin.

Why couldn't they just leave her alone? Why did she have to be just a tool for them? A lab rat, stripped of all humanity, and dignity. That was all she was to the scientists. To Becker. All for him. The pain in her leg was unlike anything she felt before. Ryder was no stranger to aches, surgical pain, even being set on fire once or twice by accident. But this... She wasn't prepared for that shot. Ryder didn't anticipate it, it caught her off guard.

Something in her broke. Ryder had been telling herself, deep down, that she didn't want to think about the corpses she might pile up if she really stopped caring. But this was the reminder she needed. Umbra didn't see her as a human being. They'd rather kill her right here and now, and harvest her brain to run their lifelong experiments again if they had to. She was a maggot to them. She knew this, and yet she had the stupid, naive nerve to show mercy on them.

Mercy, that she should've spared for herself.

The air grew thick around the guards who closed in. It felt like walking through syrup, and then it became concrete. Of the eight that circled her, five were crushed inwards as though black holes had manifested in their lungs. They screamed, but bones and gristle snapped louder than they could cry out. Blood spewed from tears in skin, wrung like water from wet hair. The other three eluded her sight, obscured by brush, and fired more bullets into her, only to find their rounds stopped mid-air. They still spun, in fact they spun faster, faster and faster before being flicked back to their origin points. One man's throat exploded from the pressure, another lost his eye from the velocity of a bullet leaving the back of his skull. The third fell limp as a bullet severed his spine, just below his heart.

Again, bone snapped as helmets were torn free, adding to a cluster of gazes that all alerted Ryder to the next wave of guards training lasers on her. She flicked her wrist and the dead bodies broke like dry spaghetti, into chunks of bloody shrapnel. Shattered remnants of trees joined the debris, and Ryder sent it all forth like a hailstorm. Screams erupted, but several guards opened fire all the same. Two bullets landed. One in her right shoulder, and the other in her collarbone. Ryder fell back, temporarily losing all the breath in her lungs from the sudden force. Something felt fractured, by in this state, Ryder didn't feel the pain. No, all she felt was rage.

Looking through the visors of the wounded, Ryder could tell there were still a dozen waiting for her to stand up. And she did.

They went to fire, but the rifles and handguns flew out of their hands. The dead lackeys, too, lost their weapons as all of them joined a firing line in front of Ryder. Spare magazines that she could loot were lined up as well. Someone gave an order to retreat, and yet no one could take a step. Their feet were telekinetically rooted in place. Even the wounded were hoisted up.

Ryder pulled every trigger at once. The sounds of gunfire, which were previously stagnant and and organized, were now a cacophony. Round after round, the soldiers were torn to shreds. Ryder didn't even care if she hit anything vital, she was only concerned with leaving them in tatters, too weak and broken to lay a scratch on her. Through her powers, she saw most of their visors crack and break, rendering her unable to see through their eyes. Blood pooled the ground, and as the bodies slumped dead into a pile, Ryder saw none of them move an inch.

She took in a monumental breath. The floating helmets dropped to the floor, shattering their visors.

In a haze, Ryder limped over to them, feeling around with her powers to rip the radios from the dead. Over two dozen floated up to her, and they all crackled to life.

Ryder could barely find the words, her focus split between making a connection, and standing on a foot that felt as though it was both numb and on fire. She spat blood.

"Umbra... Becker. I know you hear me, you pathetic sack of shit. How many more- How-" She coughed up a glob of thick blood, all over her shirt.

"How many more of you fucking worms are coming for me? Because I can kill all of you. A̴͕͑L̵̡͂̚L̴̦̈́ ̸̙͝O̵̡͙̎F̶͓͓́ ̸͈͂͑Ỳ̷͔Ở̶͚Ų̶͎̐!̸̞̽͜!̷̲̑ͅ!̵̭̌ͅ I am not your fucking TOY anymore!!!. D̷̮͕͔̤͓̤̮̺͎̲̾̍̍̐̉̒̓̐̂̈́̂͌̾́́́͜͝ͅo̵̡̢̼̱͎̳̗̗͉̰̼̙̳̻̯̬͓͒̏͛̇̎̃̃̽͝͠n't come near me a̷g̴a̶i̸n̴, because I will fucking-"

Ryder heard something click behind her, and spun around before feeling around with her telekinesis again. Someone was alive. There was a bang, and all she could do was soften the blow. Something collided with her skull- No doubt a bullet- but only' left a crack where it would've gone clean through. Ryder put all her weight on her bad leg, and the pain made her vomit. Blood, acid and whatever amounted to food desecrated the corpse.

There was silence, before she stood up and and hurled a radio at the shooter. It exploded against his head.

"Die..." She said, weakly.

He raised his gun to shoot again. Another one blew up against his temple.

"Leave me alone..."

Even still, he weakly pointed the pistol at Ryder's face.

DIE!!!!

Ryder flung the remaining two dozen radios at him. Each one crackled into a burst of electricity, cascading off of each other like a bundle of grenades. The force incinerated everything above the man's neck, and flung debris up at Ryder. Bits of molten plastic, wires and metal slammed against her like a shotgun, knocking her over once again. Her skin was shredded in some places, and burnt to a third degree in others. And somehow, Ryder was still standing just long enough to feel the pain, before slumping against a tree.

Her vision fell back, and Ryder's body went into a slumber once more.

Avengers Academy 💥

Leah Jordan

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Location: Training Room B
Gear: Combat armor, rune pouch
Skills: Battlefield Manipulation, Area Denial
Today’s Fit

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The wall was beginning to crumble. Thankfully, the bastards got shoved backwards through it, which Leah took as her cue to reinforce the defenses. Leah lifted broken chunks of the wall and floated them over to the larger hole, the one that had been melted open. With a twisting motion of her hands the rocks fused together at a molecular level, effectively undoing any damage done. Leah had to hold the line. They were dealing with five separate powers they barely grasped on a working, foundational level right now. One of them could punch through the wall like her, and another could just laser clean through. What little Leah could gather meant the walls were at least a threat they had to consciously devote their effort to. So if she could keep them distracted, then they’d either wear themselves down or forget about the golem. Either outcome was favorable.

The other hole was still being punched through. That was fine, it was slower. When Vicky turned around and called for an anti-air strike, Leah dig up some loose debris from the ground, and whirled them mid-air like saw blades. She flicked her wrist and send them flying after Jyoti. Two of three miss as Jyoti pranced about, but she ended up smacking straight against one. She could be tripped up at least. A birdshot firing pattern was needed. Leah felt a droplet of water fall off her forehead, and looked up at Vicky, who was banking on being a human lightning rod. Could she possibly use her robo-bullshit to punch someone orb a stored electrical charge? Maybe Leah could hurl her like a cannonball at the metal one, and see what happened there.

Leah had to make a choice. And quick. The wall needed constant attention, but she was also in the best position to take Jyoti out of the air. If she focused too much on one then she’d lose track of the other. But her entire team could focus on Jyoti, and wherever Momchil went. If the wall failed. Then they definitely couldn’t make this advantage useful. So Leah planted her feet and slammed her fists into the base of the wall, gripping it tightly. She felt through the structure of each atom, and dredges up as much focus as she could.

The wind does not move the mountain. The wind does not move the mountain…

Held roll

Rolling for Leah to strengthen the wall as much as she possibly can. Make it harder to punch through, make it thicker, more dense, etc. calling battlefield manipulation and area denial.

Star Trek: Cadets - A Starfleet Extended Training Cruise RP

What da dog doin

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.”