Fallenreaper

Star Wars: The Force is Eternal

The grief and pain was staggering almost making Cora collapse. She saw Evin, or what she assumed was Evin, for a split second then she knew Lo had asked about him. Cora dropped the wall she had put up earlier and let his emotions wash down the bond. It was like lancing a wound that was infected.

Lo was faster than Cora expected on the hard questions. Cora passed Dominik the good emotions from her years as his Padawan. Happiness, joy, acceptance, peace and love. She walked over to the pair and sat down to join them. She looked at Lo and smiled. "Gently. You have time Padawan. I think patients should be doing what their Healer advised them."

Cora was still drawing in the negative emotions and pushing the positive ones back at Dominik down the bond. The power behind them was stunning. She hoped they were all spilling this way. The negativity she was drawing in, she distantly realized, was something she would have to inquire as to if Lo had that ability. Lo was not ready for that yet though. Healing mental trauma was more suited to those with Empathic abilities. Fortunately, or unfortunately as the case may be Cora has that skill set as well.

Dominik felt another Light push back the darkness not long after Lo asked her previous question. Dominik was not one to allow others in, he never had been. This conversation only further backed his reasoning as to why. He was also not one to let others see his emotions. He was supposed to be the leader, be the one that anyone could go to at any moment should they have trouble. How could he do that if he let his emotions reflect on the surface. He was not mad at Lo for asking such questions, but he was regretting opening up so quickly.

As Cora came near and sat down next to them, Dominik didn't move. His face buried in one hand while he sat cross-legged next to Lo. The other hand simply rested on the other knee. To others, it would look like a very uncomfortable position to e slouched in. But the Master Jedi did not care on that moment.

"Cora, this was a bad idea."

Though Dominik kept the full force of his pain back, pieces slipped through. They impaled her in ways she didn't understand or knew how to deal with. The new input of emotions caused her stand up and promptly walk away. She couldn't stand the suffocation it brought or the fact she caused it.

Holding up a hand Cora stopped the girl's feet in her tracks. "So? You run from a test and you will never be a Knight Padawan. Yes I understand how painful this is but if you walk away you turn your back on an opportunity to make a difference. So tell me Padawan, why are you walking away? Did you even think of how your Master would feel being walked away from? Let me tell you how this plays out."

Breathing deeply Cora went on. "You walk away he blames himself. He closes off further. He never allows anyone in. Eventually he falls prey to the Darkside. You dear girl, walk away doubting every single breath you take. You look back on this as this colors your view of life. You spiral down and never achieve Knighthood. Stopping the conversation, while yes a good idea, you do not walk away."

Dominik allowed as many positive emotions over as he could as Cora continued to push them through their bond. His breathing was staggered as he attempted to reign in his emotions. He knew Lo would want to talk again, he knew that curiosity was still there and he did not want to hide it from her. But the older Jedi realized he needed time.

Lo hated Cora's wisdom and the fact, her own heart screamed at her to leave. She wanted to protest, they... no, she needed space. Instead, her shoulders slouched as she moved back and folded her legs up to sit down. Silence became Cora's answer to the question she asked. Lo’s head bowed down as she rested her arms onto her legs, locked within her inner thoughts. For the moment, the student reflected a mirror image of her master in the worst way.

Shaking her head Cora dropped her hand gracefully letting go of Stasis as she noticed Lo's attempts to move. She sighed, most of her concentration was on Dominik and she had a battle on her hands at present. So it didn't help that she and Lo did not have a bond as of yet, so Cora could not shield Lo from the few pieces of Dominik’s brittle emotions giving Lo a glancing blow at best. Cora was starting to struggle with them herself since there was so much self recrimination, guilt, regret, sorrow and pain. Perhaps she, who'd also lost a Padawan, should have been the one to bring up Evin.

Cora looked over at Lo pouting because she had not gotten her way. "Fine. Do not answer and sulk Padawan. When you wish to learn you may wish to reconsider your attitude. You may leave if that is your desire. That is too bad this would have been a great demonstration for you to watch. Plus you could have helped me. As I stated earlier, you may go if you so wish."

Lo's fingers curled into fists. Cora wasn't wrong. Lo wanted to leave, wanted to lash out, and stop feeling altogether. Everything lately seemed to be against her, and she didn't understand why. Deep down, she knew Evin had died and that had allowed her to become Dominik's padawan. Otherwise, she doubted she would be with him now.

Again, she inhaled trying to push her own issues aside. She wished it had been easier than this.

"He needs time. " She again tried to manage her own issues.

"I doubt I'm helping while being present and I need to try to regain control. I'm adding fuel to the fire until I can meditate. Sometimes space is needed and a lesson absorbed to learn from it."

Looking back at Dominik then to Lo, Cora nodded sharply. She would allow it. The Padawan was not ready to learn yet. It was not Lo's fault, no that blame could be left squarely on Dominik’s shoulders. He had not taken her in hand and let the girl get used to a routine that did not include training, that was in all aspects self study of a sort. "Meditation is always good to center oneself. If you are so inclined I would be happy to show you some lightsaber forms and see where you are with those."

“Let me think on it. Any decision right now is ill-advised. Right now, I just want Master Rothul to feel better and I need to take some time to think. Will you be upset if I still chose to leave?” Lo asked, not daring to rise back to her feet.

Smiling faintly Cora shook her head. Giving Lo permission to leave. The girl could not stay for this next part unless she was ready, which she wasn't.

Without hesitation, Lo pulled up on her feet then quickly walked away.

Cora waited till Lo was out of range then turned to Dominik. "Protect your Padawan, Rothul. You are not some green Knight with their first Padawan. I cannot fathom why you let that happen. Now we are just getting started here. Why is this such an issue Dom? Is this why you're struggling with your Padawan?"

"I did as you asked, Cora. I tried to let her in." He said, taking in a deep breath as he attempted to calm himself still. "This is why I could never let you in, it's why I wasn't ready to open up to her. I hold in far too much pain. More than a Jedi should and I fear for what it can do to others."

The older Jedi finally lifted his head, looking at Cora. His eyes reflected the exhaustion he felt, both mentally and physically. He had held back so much emotion in their conversation. Some of it had cracked, had leaked through into his bond with Cora and with Lo. There was so much more that had been ready to burst, but the older Jedi held it back. He closed it up just like it had been for years on end. This is why he had never wanted to open up. It was why most older Jedi didn't open up; there was too much emotion and pain that could harm those they cared for. It wasn't worth the risk.

Cora lifted her chin in a determined fashion. "You are so stubborn. You only think about your pain. What about our pain? If you bury something like this it does not heal. It festers. Grows larger than it should have. You romanticize the incident and the connection to it. You foster the feelings behind it to multiply and they do, at an alarming rate. So now you have a Rancor to deal with rather than a Lo-cat. Talk to me. There is at least one story I need to share as well."

Dominik remained quiet for a few long moments. He tried to push back the painful memories that were surfacing in his mind. They started to lead farther back into his past. To Alderaan, the siege, his capture and his torture. A spark of pain ran through the man's body at those memories of being in Sith hands. He visibly winced, eyes closed as he tried to push away those memories; those nightmares.

"I can't Cora. Not here." He spoke, the pain in his voice almost tangible and he pushed everything down inside.

Reaching out Cora covered his hand with her small one. "Dom it will always be, not here, not now, maybe later. There is no truly conventional time to speak of what bothers you. You can but you will not. There is a massive difference. If we wait too much longer I fear you shall have more reason to withdraw."

Dominik wanted to talk, but he didn't want the emotions from his past boil over into his bond with Lo. He couldn't let them. The older Jedi took a deep breath. His ears caught footsteps and he looked up and behind him. Two older Twi'lek approached Cora and himself. Dominik immediately recognized them through the dim light as two of the warrior leaders. "Master Jedi, the evening meeting will begin shortly. Sar wanted to know if you were attending." One of them asked, looking from Dominik to Cora, then back again.

Cora watched as Dominik struggled to stand. Rising quickly she placed a hand on his arm. "You should be doing what I asked of you. I can take over for a bit. You might even like it." Cora smiled weakly.

She turned toward the Twi'lek. "Master Rothul needs to rest I shall accompany you to this meeting." Looking back over at Dominik she squeezed his arm affectionately then nodded to his hut letting go and following the Twi'lek.

Dominik managed to return a weak smile back to Cora as she took off with the Twi'lek. He appreciated everything she had ever done for him, and he was grateful she was here now. Taking a few moments to balance himself, Dominik watched as Cora made it to the center of the cavern and joined the leaders in the daily meeting. He took a deep breath, looking towards his hut, and started walking.

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising

ᴠᴇʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀ "ʀᴏɴɴɪᴇ" ᴍᴀʟᴄᴏʟᴍ
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Fleur

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_{Saturday, October | The Ashford Institute for the Gifted}

Fleur looked up from her phone to the girl that walked into the room. “Another roommate? I swear they want me to make people cry in this place. Look I have a few ground rules before you decide to set your… stuff down.” She made stuff sound like it smelled foul. “No eating in the room. No touching my stuff. No messing with my schedule. No friends. No boys. Those are the rules you have to stick to if you’re going to be here.”

Fleur pointed to the door with a smirk. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out cause if you can’t agree to any of those you might as well turn right back around and find somewhere else to sleep.”

Ronnie had barely rolled her two bags in when the bitch raised her claws. Her initial reaction had been to unsheathe her own, but she stopped herself. Her lips curled into the best smile she could muster. She glanced at the white whore over once before she considered replying.

Sounds like you're against fun in all forms. Prude much? Of course, she didn't say it out loud. Bad start to make an enemy out of the girl with the biggest stick up her ass. Especially a roommate. At least, for now. Round one goes to you, Ms. Prude, she thought.

She cocked her head then gave her best friendly act. It came from years of practice, "Your rules are noted. I don't think you need to worry too much as I won't be spending much time in here."

Not that it's impressive enough to, she thought. With a quick flick of her wrist, Ronnie slid the two suitcases under her bed. She didn't bother with the spare dresser as she was pretty sure it was in use and filthy. Thanks to past incidents of snoopers, she had made sure to get durable bags and secure it tightly.

"I spend most of my time elsewhere as well. I just don’t want to see you making out with your boyfriend when I do grace you with my presence." Fleur went back to fussing with her point shoes ignoring the other girl.

Ronnie rolled her eyes, not impressed with the retort. It was rather weak compared to the burns she had done or seen herself. Still, she debated wasting energy on the wrench as she checked her phone once more. Nothing changed. Placing it in her jean pocket, she headed for the door to escape the air of ignorance in the room.

Star Wars: The Force is Eternal

Part 2 of the Collab

Lo continued to frown then looked past Sar’s body and toward the medical hut. She debated on sticking around or heading to grab her notes.

"Before Master Rothul arrived, we were losing entire villages to gas attacks. Half of my village had disappeared after we had left on a hunting trip. When we returned and they were all gone, we found neighboring villages in the same predicament. I rounded up as many remaining as I could and we banded together." Sar explained, thinking over the last few months, even before Dominik and Lo had arrived, and how hard it had been on his people.

Cora was moved. “I am truly sorry for your loss. I can see why Dominik wanted to help the sheer audacity of someone to attack a village with poison gas… I cannot fathom it.”

“It wasn’t poison, it was knocked out gas. It left a nasty headache afterwards too.” Lo corrected Cora without thinking, her voice still gentle.

Cora bit her lip and looked between Lo and Sar. “Slavery.” Shaking her head Cora looked at Sar. “I have made Dominik and Lo more comfortable and they are healing but they need rest. I know this is unprecedented but until they are healed fully I would like to assist in their duties. I know you do not know me but I would be happy to answer any questions that you have. You can ask me anything.” There was a determined set to her chin and her silver eyes held Sar’s blue ones.

"You aren't a complete stranger to me, Cora. Dominik spoke of you a few times. We often sit at the center and talk late into the night. He's tried to tell me about his past, but it's hard for him. So I share what I can about mine. He knows he can trust me but it seems there's a lot of pain in bringing up old memories. Lately we've talked about other things. Friends, family. He has those very close to him that he cares for. You were often a topic when it was brought up." Sar explained, smiling softly at Cora as he spoke.

"I trust your judgement and your skills. Just as I do Dominik, Lo, and the other Jedi. We're grateful to have your assistance."

Cora did not know what to say. She blushed and smiled. “You have me at a disadvantage Sar. I hope that it was not my awkward teenage years. I assure you those are behind me. He is like a father to me. I-I did not realize how much I missed him until it was almost too late.”

Looking back over her shoulder at Dominik a tear rolled down her cheek. She had not realized she was crying. Quickly she swiped it away and turned back to Sar. “Dominik needs to stay off his feet and rest for a week. I have healed him but he needs to take it easy and let his body finish off the healing. Lo needs three days of sleep or she will push herself beyond tired and make a mistake that she will never forgive herself for. If they want to continue being useful they will stay in bed. I have drastic measures that I do not want to take but I will if need be.”

Sar laughed heartily as Cora mentioned her teenage years. "I promise you Master Jedi, it was not those. We talked about a lot. I respect his boundaries though. There are topics that I would bring up, about the war or other hard times we've been through. Sometimes I could get him to talk but more often than not he'd grow quiet."

Sar glanced over towards Dominik, able to see him past the tents and across the cavern, sitting next to the collapse as he normally did every morning. "I'm glad you're here Cora. I think he needs a little more firm encouragement. More than Lo and I combined could give him." He said, moving aside again as the same children from before ran back through, giggling and laughing. "I'll help keep an eye on him, and make sure he takes it easy. You have my word."

Cora blushed as Sar said her name. “Cora will do nicely. I am not a Master. The war was... Is… like every other. Nightmarish to be the least eloquent.” Cora smiled at the children. They always seemed to touch a place deep in her heart.

Reaching out she lightly touched Sar’s arm with just her fingertips. She looked up at him smiling. “Thank you Sar. For more than you know. Now to deal with the two most ornery patients in the whole of the Order. I shall see you about midday.” She let her fingers slide off his arm and strode over to Dominik.

Sar smiled and bowed his head at Cora as she left. He turned then, taking his empty bowl and moving to help those who still needed their morning meal.

Lo’s eyes had found the ground during their conversation. Admirable or not, she didn’t feel proud of her failure to reach her master. At the mention of two ornery patients, she felt the comment referred to her master and her. She didn’t look forward to the next three days of sitting around while others did her job.

Seeing Sar busy and Cora already moving toward Dom, she debated on the wisdom of retrieving her notes. Cora would need them since the wrong combination of plants would only waste supplies. Lo sighed again and followed her logic. She turned on her heel and shifted her path to the medical tents, the last place she left them.

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Sitting in front of the rock collapse, knees folded and his hands resting on his knees, the older Jedi often fell into a deep meditation while he sat there. Today seemed different though, for he couldn't lose himself in his thoughts as he normally did. He sensed as Cora came near, but chose to say nothing just yet.

Cora sat down facing Dominik. Waiting patiently was something she was used to doing. She watched him with a healer's eye, looking for signs of strain and backsliding in his progress. She saw none and turned her observations over to more emotional territory.

"Talked about me did you? To a single, attractive, assertive male? I quite remember a time that you were not so keen on my association with the opposite sex. And do not pretend to not hear me." Cora cast a raised eyebrow and a blank look at Dominik.

Eyes closed, but an eyebrow raised, Dominik waited for Cora to finish speaking before he let out an exasperated sigh. “I spoke to him of fond memories and good friends.” Dominik replied, opening his eyes to look at Cora before they closed again. “Sar is a good friend, Cora. He has made talking easier, if only by a little.”

Nodding her head Cora looked over at Sar across the cavern. "I am glad you have him. Although it does sting a bit that you have not spoken with your former Padawan with such freedom. But you were always too protective about certain things. You might find that the people walking beside you wish to assist you with the burden you shoulder. Indeed they would relish the chance to become even closer to you."

Rising smoothly Cora shook out her skirts. "You are on bed rest for five days, argue with me or do something taxing and see how fast I use restraints."

“Those walking beside me, especially my padawan, do not need to hear me sulk over the guilt that I carry.” Dominik replied, eyes still closed as he spoke. “And I don’t need bed rest, Cora. I’ve been resting long enough.” He challenged, eyes opening now and his posture relaxing. He rested an elbow on one of his knees, one hand moved up to rub his eyes.

“I don’t need bedrest, nor do I need to share with others the grief I hold. I just-” Dominik sighed again, continuing to rub his eyes as his thoughts raced.

Cora's eyes snapped silver fire. "You do. On both counts. You close off on her and so help me Dominik Rothul I will not care if you are on the Council or not I will make you regret it. She is not half as persistent as I was at her age. You push her away and she will resent you for it and you will break her. Let her do what you would not and will not let me do. Let her in. Everyone needs someone."

It took everything Cora had to close off her emotions and push them back down. Seeing Dominik was joy and sorrow for her. She constantly felt like she'd never lived up to him. She'd analytically dissected the feelings long ago and buried them only to have them rise again. Ironic that she should lecture him on repression or letting people in.

Lo reminded Cora of herself at that age. She hoped that Lo had an easier time with Dominik than Cora had. It was worse that she was supposed to stand by and watch it happen again. Well she had decided that she was stepping in.

The Master Jedi would not say it, he could not. But he was afraid. Afraid of letting Lo in and then losing her, just as he had lost Evin. Just as he had lost Sela, and Xid, and so many others who he would never see again, who he could never speak to again. The older man sat there, slouched with his head rested in his hand, almost as if all of his strength had left him. He thought that by not letting anyone in, he could prevent himself from losing anyone, and prevent others from the pain they may feel should they lose him. It seemed though that if he shut Lo out, he would lose her, and lose their bond in a way he didn’t think possible.

He said nothing. For many long, silent moments the old man sat there, breathing in and out as he kept his emotions down, but he hid his face from Cora. Slouched over, head resting in one hand, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to release his grief and let others in.

Turning in a swirl of skirts Cora retreated before she dashed herself on the sharp rocks that were Dominik’s stubbornness. If it would have done her any good she would have mentioned that he was special to so many people that, while they may not number as the stars, they were still countless. She had waited so long for his approval and to have it when he thought he was dying, that was upsetting.

No that was not correct. She wanted his love, approval was secondary. She looked at Dominik as a father. After all he had been the one to save her.

Star Wars: The Force is Eternal

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Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

All right, Hexfire, I think is done. She's right here. *waits and braces* If I missed something, I'm sorry. My brain is a little mushy.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Hexfire

Samantha Haynes/Hexfire

| {Full Name} |

Samantha Valerie Haynes

| {Age} |

26

| {Species} |

Human (possessed)

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Appearance} |

In Human form:

HT: 5’5” Eye: Dark Hazel (nearsighted)
WT: Light Skin: White
Hair: Brown Markings: None
Built: Slender

Samantha's appear reflects her blue collar living style. She cut her dirty blond hair short, letting it hand just a few inches below her jawline. It surprised her how well it framed her face and enhanced her plain looks. She wears clear frame glasses for her nearsightedness because contacts intimidate her. While she'll never be a beauty queen, Samantha still manages a little eyeshadow and lip gloss.

Her favorite outfits aim for comfort over attractiveness or sex allure. Loose enough for even movement, but tighten to avoid snagging or pull. Jeans are her ideal pants. She'll put on the occasional sweats when she wants something different. Finish it off with some tennis shoes, and she's ready for her nightly work as an exhibit designer.

In Demonic form:
HT: 5’10” Eye: Pale Yellow, Feline
WT: Very Light Skin: Red
Hair: Black Markings: None
Built: Curvy

After unwillingly donating blood to a ritual, Samantha’s appearance can alter into a demonic form of herself. Her hair grows out past her shoulder blades and turns completely black, absorbing all light shining upon it. She has larger than normal canine teeth adding to her intimating appearance. The skin darkens and turns red with black strips along the upper arms. A prehensile tail with a spade tip extends from her tail bone. Horns curve around her slightly pointed ears as all color drains from her eyes, leaving them a very pale yellow. Her feet taper off into hooves on her toes making using shoes difficult.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

This is likely not everything, but I don't want to list literally all the mundane things she's got. It wouldn't be helpful.

Purse filled with essentials.

• Credit Card
• License
• Car Keys
• Cell Phone
• Pepper Spray
• Photos, wallet size, of her parents and siblings
• Spare glasses
• Spare change and cash (about 20 bucks)
• Feminine essentials: Make-up, hygiene, etc.

Vehicle: preowned ford truck with different colored doors.

• Cans of paint
• Paint brushes
• Ladder
• Rope
• Dummies or props she needs to haul around
• Spare tire x2

Home: a rental apartment.

• Preowned basic living set: Sofa, chairs, coffee table, bed, etc.
• Older Laptop and router
• Trunk with good dishes, jewelry (about 1-2 heirlooms), DVD collection and photo album.
• A small counter herb garden
• Cat named Rufus. Black stray turned pampered house pet.

| {Physical} |

Basic Combative Skills (TBA)
Farther along in the IC, Samantha will learn the basics in combat and how to defend herself. It will be sped up depending on the story’s needs for tension and allies that stick around to help her. For now, she’s got the best fighting skills you can have on instinct and no education.

| {Superpowers} |

Demonic Taint:
Samantha can shift between human and demon forms at will. Her demonic form goes by the name of Hexfire, but she has no idea why or where it came from. Each of her forms have their strengths and weaknesses, but it's obvious which this one is better at combat. For those who have experienced the aura of demons before, she reads as demonic or unnatural no matter the form.

Fire Proof:
In her demonic form. Samantha is completely fire proof. She can easily walk through fire and come out the same way she went in. Only a small smell of brimstone on her skin. This includes natural and magical fire. When fire comes into contact with her skin or anything on it, the fire will extinguish with a loud hiss.

Fire Manipulation/Magic:
Hexfire can manipulate or control fire she makes. This includes, but not limited to:

• Creating Simple shapes
• Shoot Fireballs/streaks
• Create Heat for Warmth
• Creating Walls
• Using it to Attack or Protect herself
• Illuminate the Darkness
• Creating a Fire Source
• Make it Grow in Strength or Weaken, Extinguishing it

Claws:
When on the offense and in close range, Hexfire can fuse long black nails into her fingers. They are extremely sharp and able to cut through anything a sword could. If they break, it will take a short period to grow back.

Supernatural Agility, Flexibility, and Reaction Speed:
Hexfire has above human speed, agility, and reaction speed, allowing her to avoid attacks. More specifically those in close range combat. Over all, she's designed to avoid damage, stay back, and cause large amounts of damage.

| {Limitations} |

Demonic Taint:
Through she can shift between forms, there’s some side effects. The most notable one is that she has trouble controlling her shifts. During extreme emotional or mental stress, Samantha can lose control of her form. This can cause random shifts from human to demon or vice versa at the worst moments.

While in this form, certain items can hurt. Examples of this is any item with a strong belief. This belief has to stem from the user and be directed at her. These objects can leave burns behind that will follow her into human. Depending on the severity, if they are let untreated (while in human form) then she could die.

Fire-Proof:
This ability is only limited to herself and what she's wearing. She can't bestow it on others and even trying to shield them completely from the effects is difficult.

Fire Manipulation/Magic:
Her manipulation is limited to flame and fire she creates. Any outside fire isn't within her ability to influence, including magical. She has to be conscious to keep the fire/flames going. Once knocked out or unable to focus, they will extinguish instantly.

If she's unaware, her fires can be extinguished by normal means. Suffocating it, let it burn out, or water to list a few methods.

Claws:
She is unable to cut through anything tough as metal, stone, or anything a sword couldn't.

Human Weakness:
While in her human form, Samantha is at her most vulnerable. She is considered human with those weaknesses. This includes squishy, unable to cast fire magic, and more. Any enemies attacking her in this form can gain a dangerous advantage.

Glass Cannon:
The bad part about her skillet, she is a glass cannon. Taking heavy damage will affect her performance and can put her down quickly. Her durability has its limits and closer to human than demons. One good area effect attack or powerful hit can cripple her, even kill her if it’s strong enough.

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| {Personality} |

Positive Traits

Creative/Nerdy: Samantha enjoys letting out her creativity. During one of her projects, she uses research over real history to inspire and guide her themes. There's something satisfying about understanding then sparking visitors to explore them. Her favorite ones tend to edge on what most consider to be nerdy interests. The occult, fantasy, and myths to list a few.

Proud in her Work: She takes pride in her work and the results she gives. Rarely will she turn something in that's only half done or has a very wobbly base. When she works on a project, her whole heart goes into producing a story within the exhibit. While not everyone is impress, she smiles whenever she hears praise on one.

Kind: She deeply cares and is loyal to her friends and family. Willing to put her life on hold just to help them. This has caused some issues time to time with her boss or family. Often resulting in her exclusion from important or planned events.

Samantha honestly believes in doing onto others as she wants to be done to her. This is why she rarely lets her temper get the better of her or treat someone like dirt. Granted, this isn't expected from others.

Negative Traits

Stress Ball: Stress happens to be a part of Samantha's job in the form of deadlines and expectations. Her boss enjoys shifting the due dates around at last minute. This continual cycle has caused her to develop unhealthy habits like skipping meals, sleep, and even time to herself. These small habits often betray the fact her stress levels have reached a terrible point.

Trusting to a Flaw: Samantha knows deep down not everyone can be trusted, but she likes to think her friends and family can. She's correct with her instincts on her brothers and parents. Not always right when it comes to her friends. Some take advantage of this in obvious ways, and she turns a blind to their lies. Making excuses or explaining the painful truth away in her. It's only when someone she cares for points the obvious out that she will be forced to confront it.

Difficulty in Saying No: To her family and friends, Samantha has trouble saying no. She fears they would think badly of her or that she was letting them down. So often she will simply say yes then cause conflict. Her brothers some times take advantage of this, but not to a dangerous degree. However, not everyone is considerate enough.

| {Place of Origin} |

Eerie Indiana, farm and rural area.

| {Background} |

Parents: Keith and Martha Haynes
Siblings: John (30) and Aaron (28)

Samantha

Samantha grew up in Erie, Indiana, a small rural town. Despite the small businesses and large farmlands, the community was tightly knitted. Parents looked after each other's kids even when there wasn't a request. No matter where she went, someone always knew where she was. And nothing escaped the town gossipers. Interesting enough, fate saw it fitting to give her rough start in life.

Her mother had given birth too early, and Samantha had developed a rip in her heart. With some luck and a good doctor, no serious issues developed later in life. It did influence her parents choice to never have biological kids again. The risk of a worse condition had been too great since the heart condition was genetic. It wasn't a tragedy as it made room for her older brothers, John and Aaron.

They started off fostering John, an African American kid taken from an abusive family. Trust was hard to develop, especially between her father and him. However, with time and patience the family's efforts melted his cold walls. Even when the town frowned at the variety in their growing family.

Next came Aaron, his parents died in a car wreck and no relatives wanted him. With John and Samantha's help, they formed a fast bond despite the age gap. It's not to say they didn't have their quarrels or sibling moments, but even now they keep tabs on each other.

Samantha remembers her teenage years as being a roller coaster with its up and downs. Looking back on it, she regretted being such a brat to her parents. It was hard to be reasonable back then. First change came around when she turned thirteen. Her father had been seeking out better job and found one in Keystone City. Being a young teenager girl, Samantha didn't like uprooting her whole life for a trivial job. At first, she resisted its charms. Often bickering or fighting her parents' decision. She even lashed out at her brothers when they failed to agree with her behavior. It wasn't until John took her to her first proper museum, did her view point change.

So many exhibits, so little time. She knew the place she wanted to work at now. Most people didn't think being an exhibit was fun or glamorous, but she disagreed. Things started to look better in Keystone.

After high school, her application to Walkerman College gained approval. It had been her fifth choice for a college after the various denials to the more advance ones. Reasons and challenges came in every favor. Her low income, low loan approval, and even her only slightly above average grades. A scholarship even rejected her, so Samantha counted herself lucky to get in something at all. She would make the best of this start.

The years flew by. Her parents had ended up divorcing shortly after she left home. Surprisingly, all the children respected their decision to separate though they hated it. Aaron went into joining the local police department and become an official officer. John fell in love with a woman at college, started up a company, and currently she's Aunt to two loving nieces. Samantha found herself a bit jealous since she rarely found the time or motivation to date.

It wasn't long before the museum hired her on. It turned out she knew a tour guide there by the name of Matt Carver, a boy from her old school. Samantha learned he recently moved here before he suggested dinner. She had yet to give him an answer.

The newest exhibit had taken up much of her time. The release date was a few days from now and the pressure was on. That included altering the pamphlets, printing them out, and delivering them. She had to admit, learning about the theme of occult and demons had enough to keep her busy for hours. It gave her an idea on how to display their newest runic stone for the public.

Hexfire (demonic essence's history)

Unknown to Samantha, the demonic essence is more of a symbiotic parasite. While living within a human, animal, or even another demon, it alters the genetic make-up to suit it. Samantha isn't the first, or will she be, the last host it will have. Each host's life leave impresses on it which can carry over to the next host. These memories take the form of nightmares and are slow to wake up. Some beneficial. Others just useless memories.

All past hosts have had their own struggles. Whether these conflicts will affect her in the future remains to be seen.

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising

ᴠᴇʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀ "ʀᴏɴɴɪᴇ" ᴍᴀʟᴄᴏʟᴍ

"Veronica, you've disappointed me. I expect you to recover from your blunder or there will be consequences." _{-Mrs. Paige Malcolm}

---

_{October | From Los Angeles International Airport to The Ashford Institute for the Gifted}

Ronnie had become dangerously bored.

Her fingers idly toyed with her star on her choker. It matched well with her off-the-shoulder crop top and ripped jean short. Ronnie had done her research as she knew it fit perfectly for the hotter weather in California than Washington during this time of year. She glanced through the car window and took in the scenery. Various skyscrapers, store, and hotels drifted by. Crowds flowed with purpose like the flow of insects to go about their daily routines.

On any normal day, she would be on cloud nine as she looked forward to exploring the West Coastal city. Now, the idea of taking in the local sights and experience the local fashion didn't even reach the top of her list.

Her hand brought out her smart phone from her purse. She made a few quick taps to unlock it then checked her messages. Her box was empty. It served as a familiar comfort and bitter reminder that her social life was over. During the last week of preparing for the trip, she had attempted to contact Alex, Yaz, and J many times. All her alerts showed the messages had been open, but she still received no response. They chose not to respond obviously. A small part in her brain didn't want to blame them, but her dark self demanded blood. After every thing she had done for them, the ungrateful and gutless rats decided to abandon her.

They had to pay for their crimes.

She sharply inhaled, her mask on fully and blocking the pain reality slapped her with. Deep down, everyone knew being a mutant was a social death sentence.

A click powered down her cellphone, and she stashed it back into her purse. She would deal with them later. She made them what they were. In the end, Ronnie intended to teach them this. No one turned their backs on her. No one.

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising

I'm in. *snickers*

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising

Veronica 'Ronnie' Arleen Malcolm

_{Please disregard the piercing in the nose, she doesn't have one and would only wear a fake one}
Name: Veronica 'Ronnie' Arleen Malcolm
Nicknames/Aliases: Paper Girl, Bitch, Queen Bee. There's honestly a lot.
X-Men Code Name: Origami
Gender: Female
Age: 16

Physical Description:

Ronnie tends to favor outfits with a sense of modern style and enhancing her assets. She tends out use off whites, pastel, or other light colors to stand against her darker skin. She refuses to do neon since the contrast is very ugly. The girl enjoys her name brand clothing, even for her casual wear. It's one of the perks of being able to afford and enjoy looking good in it. One of the examples of her style is her favorite outfit. A soft tan spaghetti top and low cut jean shorts, with a tassel pendent gold necklace and brown leather belt. She would top it off with wedge sandals on her feet. On her person is always her small purse keeping her essentials, cell phone, and spare cash on hand.

HT- 5'8" ( 172.72 cm )
WT- 144 lbs.
EY- Brown
SK- Light brown
HR- Dark and tightly curled.
BLT-Thin
Markings/Piercings: None.

Mutations:

Paper Manipulation (this is the broad term for her abilities):
This includes, but not limited to the following.

Manipulation.

-Using a form of telekinesis to move, locate, and or alter any paper or paper related objects. This means if they are made of a paper or paper-like substance -if they are bendable and made from paper they count as paper-like- she can control them. This has a range of about 3 meters in any direction.

Altering Properties/Mending.

-She can change the properties of paper like substances. This includes, but not limited to:
*strengthen it against attack. This is mainly against blunt force or any attack not listed in the weaknesses of paper. (see chart underneath)

*Combine many sheets of paper into one giant one.

-Can repair or mend any paper like substance. Following the law of energy, Veronica can't make something out of nothing. She needs to use another source of paper in order to 'mend' the damaged one.
Once she has, she can easily restore it back to any original state before the damage.

Create Paper Constructs.

-With a little time and enough paper, Veronica can create constructs big or small. From weapons like swords and bow and arrows to actual moving creatures. Her ability in this area is limited only by her imagination and amount of materials available to her. The larger (like a buck or truck) the construct is, the longer and more focus it will take to create. These are the type to impact their environment the most. Likewise, the smaller ones are the opposite. Though it will still take time and focus to create a great number of the same small construct.

-These constructs are rooted in reality. They function like their real life counterparts and without issues most the time. Due to their paper origins, they are vulnerable to paper weaknesses.

-Once made, they no longer need her to hold them together and can act freely according to their nature. Ronnie can, if she wishes, manipulate the object and guide it into helping her. Example: Ordering an animal construct to attack a hostile or avoid hurting allies with a paper arrow.

Paper weaknesses include:

Water-When soaked with water, paper weakens and crumbles.
Fire/Extreme Heat-When exposed to flame, paper burns easily and turns to ashes.
Slicing and Cutting- Any sharp, cutting weapon or surface can easily rip paper to pieces. Rendering most of Ronnie's efforts useless.
Material Availability- As mentioned before, she's limited by her material's amount. The greater amount, the more she can do and create. Like wise, the same is true with limited supplies. She can create it out of thin air or alter materials into paper.
Additional notes
While Ronnie is gaining control over her ability, she hasn't mastered it yet. This means there will be cases where it either doesn't work at all or not in the way she wants it to.

Personality:

Ronnie's personality is a complicated one. Below are the core traits that at this point, heavily influence her decisions and actions. These are subject to additions or changes as she grows.

• Level Headed
• Selective Loyalty
• Charismatic
• Dominant
• Selfish
• Lacking Empathy

Background:

Small notes (NPC ones)
Parents
Father- Christopher Malcolm
Mother- Paige Malcolm (surname: Black)

Ex-Friends
Alexander King
Yasmin Williams
Julia Wells

Rivals
Maggie 'Mag-Pie' Warner

---

Ronnie could never understand why her mother married her father. They were as different as night and day, but it was obvious who held the reins in the relationship. Her mother. Together they ran Tech Guardian Industries, a 'rags to riches' global security company. This is the environment Ronnie grew up in. A place she never knew what or limitations, but also a place full of high expectations. Weakness was not tolerated.

From the moment she was born to every waking second, her mother expected success. No excuses were acceptable. Shame left a stinging impression, but no physical punishment came. She developed heavy hatred at that sensation and those who cause it.

Before her mutation surfaced, her old school described her as bitchy and dangerous. Especially to those in her crosshairs. Those select individuals of her clique benefited from her power. It came at a price. Her approval meant everything in the school scene.

For a while, her life appeared to follow a law and order routine. Well maintained for her success in life. Then her mutation turned everything on its head.

The incident caused quite a stir. Her father worried about her health and safety, though she could see the fear of the unknown rise in him. This behavior quickly stopped when her mother chastised her. This 'stunt' of hers would damage not just her image, but the family's and the company's too.

Some students had caught the whole incident on their cell phones and posted it on social media. They pointed her out as the source. Soon after, the principle to call her parents. He requested she remained home until farther notice. A newly formed no tolerance policy. The social media rumors ignited the internet like a wildfire. Students began to fear and judge her until even her clique began to ostracize her.

All her years of influence and power, gone in a matter of days. The worst day ever for Ronnie. Within the week, someone from The Ashford Institution for Gifted came knocking. A small conversation later, Ronnie's parents agreed. She suspected her mother agreed just to purely to give the incident time to blow over. Paige Malcolm wanted problems solved instead of hidden.

Nearly a month later, she was shipped out to California and on her way to the new school. One filled with freaks like her.

Recap of your mutations awakening:

>>>Search: Mutant attack on student, Washington DC.
....searching
>>>About 8,380,000 results

A soft click could be heard as the newest video is picked. The description listed the location as Lincoln Memorial Academy. A private school for girls in Washington.

Mutant Attacks Another Student.

Panicked screams start the video. Several students bolt for the door, their hands trying to tear it open. As the door opens, they move into the hallway causing shouts of protest. The camera holder's hand shakes as sheets of paper fly about in erratic patterns. They swarm nearby students. Scoring thin, red lines across their exposed skin. Slower students, like the phone's owner, duck under desks or chairs. Anything to protect themselves from the onslaught.

With a cautious turn, the camera owner shifts focus from the chaotic scene to the back of the classroom.

It rested on two students at the epicenter of the carnage.

A dark skinned girl stood firmly in front of another. The victim, her face and waving arms seen through the largest swarm of paper, struggled to escape. She pleaded for mercy. Thin red lines score across her skin under rips on her uniform. She slammed into a counter then crawled into a corner. Suddenly, the flying paper dropped to the ground. All of them in perfect union. The red head could be heard whimpering as the only standing student stirred. Her curled, dark head glanced around in confusion.

The video ended with the cellphone owner's last words.

"She's a fucking mutant..."

Needless to say, Ronnie left an impression when her powers first woke up. According to newspaper reports, Ms. Malcolm approached Ms. Warner before an altercation occurred. Soon after, papers flew off desks, out of notebooks, and folders to attack everyone. Once the chaos died, Ms. Warner was taken to the hospital. She suffered several shallow lacerations across her body which weren't life threatening. The school suspended Ms. Malcolm due to a 'No violence tolerated' policy. One that had never been upheld or existed until the incident.

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising

I hope this CS is suitable. >,< I'm still figuring out the character and her powers might have more limits or freedoms than I originally put on the sheet, but it's on a case by case for story. I did try to establish the basics as well as I could.

Veronica 'Ronnie' Arleen Malcolm

_{Please disregard the piercing in the nose, she doesn't have one and would only wear a fake one}
Name: Veronica 'Ronnie' Arleen Malcolm
Nicknames/Aliases: Paper Girl, Bitch, Queen Bee. There's honestly a lot.
X-Men Code Name: Origami
Gender: Female
Age: 16

Physical Description:

Ronnie tends to favor outfits with a sense of modern style and enhancing her assets. She tends out use off whites, pastel, or other light colors to stand against her darker skin. She refuses to do neon since the contrast is very ugly. The girl enjoys her name brand clothing, even for her casual wear. It's one of the perks of being able to afford and enjoy looking good in it. One of the examples of her style is her favorite outfit. A soft tan spaghetti top and low cut jean shorts, with a tassel pendent gold necklace and brown leather belt. She would top it off with wedge sandals on her feet. On her person is always her small purse keeping her essentials, cell phone, and spare cash on hand.

HT- 5'8" ( 172.72 cm )
WT- 144 lbs.
EY- Brown
SK- Light brown
HR- Dark and tightly curled.
BLT-Thin
Markings/Piercings: None.

Mutations:

Paper Manipulation (this is the broad term for her abilities):
This includes, but not limited to the following.

Manipulation.

-Using a form of telekinesis to move, locate, and or alter any paper or paper related objects. This means if they are made of a paper or paper-like substance -if they are bendable and made from paper they count as paper-like- she can control them. This has a range of about 3 meters in any direction.

Altering Properties/Mending.

-She can change the properties of paper like substances. This includes, but not limited to:
*strengthen it against attack. This is mainly against blunt force or any attack not listed in the weaknesses of paper. (see chart underneath)

*Combine many sheets of paper into one giant one.

-Can repair or mend any paper like substance. Following the law of energy, Veronica can't make something out of nothing. She needs to use another source of paper in order to 'mend' the damaged one.
Once she has, she can easily restore it back to any original state before the damage.

Create Paper Constructs.

-With a little time and enough paper, Veronica can create constructs big or small. From weapons like swords and bow and arrows to actual moving creatures. Her ability in this area is limited only by her imagination and amount of materials available to her. The larger (like a buck or truck) the construct is, the longer and more focus it will take to create. These are the type to impact their environment the most. Likewise, the smaller ones are the opposite. Though it will still take time and focus to create a great number of the same small construct.

-These constructs are rooted in reality. They function like their real life counterparts and without issues most the time. Due to their paper origins, they are vulnerable to paper weaknesses.

-Once made, they no longer need her to hold them together and can act freely according to their nature. Ronnie can, if she wishes, manipulate the object and guide it into helping her. Example: Ordering an animal construct to attack a hostile or avoid hurting allies with a paper arrow.

Paper weaknesses include:

Water-When soaked with water, paper weakens and crumbles.
Fire/Extreme Heat-When exposed to flame, paper burns easily and turns to ashes.
Slicing and Cutting- Any sharp, cutting weapon or surface can easily rip paper to pieces. Rendering most of Ronnie's efforts useless.
Material Availability- As mentioned before, she's limited by her material's amount. The greater amount, the more she can do and create. Like wise, the same is true with limited supplies. She can create it out of thin air or alter materials into paper.
Additional notes
While Ronnie is gaining control over her ability, she hasn't mastered it yet. This means there will be cases where it either doesn't work at all or not in the way she wants it to.

Personality:

Ronnie's personality is a complicated one. Below are the core traits that at this point, heavily influence her decisions and actions. These are subject to additions or changes as she grows.

• Level Headed
• Selective Loyalty
• Charismatic
• Dominant
• Selfish
• Lacking Empathy

Background:

Small notes (NPC ones)
Parents
Father- Christopher Malcolm
Mother- Paige Malcolm (surname: Black)

Ex-Friends
Alexander King
Yasmin Williams
Julia Wells

Rivals
Maggie 'Mag-Pie' Warner

---

Ronnie could never understand why her mother married her father. They were as different as night and day, but it was obvious who held the reins in the relationship. Her mother. Together they ran Tech Guardian Industries, a 'rags to riches' global security company. This is the environment Ronnie grew up in. A place she never knew what or limitations, but also a place full of high expectations. Weakness was not tolerated.

From the moment she was born to every waking second, her mother expected success. No excuses were acceptable. Shame left a stinging impression, but no physical punishment came. She developed heavy hatred at that sensation and those who cause it.

Before her mutation surfaced, her old school described her as bitchy and dangerous. Especially to those in her crosshairs. Those select individuals of her clique benefited from her power. It came at a price. Her approval meant everything in the school scene.

For a while, her life appeared to follow a law and order routine. Well maintained for her success in life. Then her mutation turned everything on its head.

The incident caused quite a stir. Her father worried about her health and safety, though she could see the fear of the unknown rise in him. This behavior quickly stopped when her mother chastised her. This 'stunt' of hers would damage not just her image, but the family's and the company's too.

Some students had caught the whole incident on their cell phones and posted it on social media. They pointed her out as the source. Soon after, the principle to call her parents. He requested she remained home until farther notice. A newly formed no tolerance policy. The social media rumors ignited the internet like a wildfire. Students began to fear and judge her until even her clique began to ostracize her.

All her years of influence and power, gone in a matter of days. The worst day ever for Ronnie. Within the week, someone from The Ashford Institution for Gifted came knocking. A small conversation later, Ronnie's parents agreed. She suspected her mother agreed just to purely to give the incident time to blow over. Paige Malcolm wanted problems solved instead of hidden.

Nearly a month later, she was shipped out to California and on her way to the new school. One filled with freaks like her.

Recap of your mutations awakening:

>>>Search: Mutant attack on student, Washington DC.
....searching
>>>About 8,380,000 results

A soft click could be heard as the newest video is picked. The description listed the location as Lincoln Memorial Academy. A private school for girls in Washington.

Mutant Attacks Another Student.

Panicked screams start the video. Several students bolt for the door, their hands trying to tear it open. As the door opens, they move into the hallway causing shouts of protest. The camera holder's hand shakes as sheets of paper fly about in erratic patterns. They swarm nearby students. Scoring thin, red lines across their exposed skin. Slower students, like the phone's owner, duck under desks or chairs. Anything to protect themselves from the onslaught.

With a cautious turn, the camera owner shifts focus from the chaotic scene to the back of the classroom.

It rested on two students at the epicenter of the carnage.

A dark skinned girl stood firmly in front of another. The victim, her face and waving arms seen through the largest swarm of paper, struggled to escape. She pleaded for mercy. Thin red lines score across her skin under rips on her uniform. She slammed into a counter then crawled into a corner. Suddenly, the flying paper dropped to the ground. All of them in perfect union. The red head could be heard whimpering as the only standing student stirred. Her curled, dark head glanced around in confusion.

The video ended with the cellphone owner's last words.

"She's a fucking mutant..."

Needless to say, Ronnie left an impression when her powers first woke up. According to newspaper reports, Ms. Malcolm approached Ms. Warner before an altercation occurred. Soon after, papers flew off desks, out of notebooks, and folders to attack everyone. Once the chaos died, Ms. Warner was taken to the hospital. She suffered several shallow lacerations across her body which weren't life threatening. The school suspended Ms. Malcolm due to a 'No violence tolerated' policy. One that had never been upheld or existed until the incident.