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High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

@flightless-angel-castiel
I know it's highly encouraged.

@Altered Tundra

Ooookay. When I get the chance, I'll fix that!

And oh, is there about to be a fight? Let me get popcorn first!

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

There we are, my first post is up! Question, do we gotta have our character's spoken words in color?

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

Cassidy Ann Bradbury

Location: transportation > campgrounds > reception > purple cabin > main hall > media room.
Outfit
Interacting with: herself.

Cassidy was afraid her first day at camp was going to be a horrible one; the reason being was that she had, at first, felt horrible that morning. She hadn't wanted to go by plane, at all, tried to argue with her parents, but they weren't having any of it. They didn't want her driving across the country, they didn't have time to drive her themselves, and flying was faster. She took a flight that would assure her arrival at the camp roughly around 9:25 in the morning, including her drive. Her parents wanted her to feel prepared and know each detail, so she didn't quite feel like a fish out of water. It was a bit overwhelming but Cassie went with it. She knew her parents were going to miss her, especially her mom, so she let her mom dote over her a little bit extra in the airport. The flight had been horrible. Cassie got sick, of course she did, her nerves were so high. She spent most of her time throwing up in either the toilet or a bag, disgusting the people around her. Since the woman across the alley from her rudely said maybe she shouldn't had flown if she was so nervous about it (that was putting it the nicer, simpler way), Cassie opened the bag of throw up, hummed, and aimed it her way while asking, "can you see the chicken I had last night?"

Cassie had been moved after that, the woman completely overreacting in Cassie's opinion. There had been a few empty seats, and thankfully, they didn't put her in a window seat. She hadn't wanted to throw up more. After that stressful flight, she was supposed to have a taxi pick her up. More like a driver, since her parents could afford something a little nicer and have it waiting on her. She nearly hugged the driver upon seeing him with her last name on a small, white sign, like something from a movie. She was back on land and she was so relieved. The car ride went well; there was a divider between the front and back seat, blacked out, and so Cassie flopped down all over the backseat and stared at the ceiling of the car until they arrived. She had propped her feet up on the window, crudely, and so when the driver opened the door, her feet fell down from the sudden pull of gravity. She gave the annoyed-looking man a sheepish smile, since she had left shoe prints on the tinted window, but she couldn't focus on that rude slip-up once she was standing outside the car.

Cassie had grew up in New York City. She had never traveled outside of it. Her parents saw no need too, they had everything they could ever want at the heart of NYC, so why leave somewhere already so great? So, the closest thing to a forest Cassie had ever seen was Central Park, and other parks around NYC. So, all the green took her breath away. It was so green, she felt as if she had just stepped foot on an alien planet. Which she might as well have, because she had never experienced anything so beautiful. And the smell. She breathed in the smell of dirt, pine and just freshness, amazed at how good it felt, at how it made her feel refreshed and excited for the day. She almost missed thanking the driver, since he had put her two suitcases beside her, and was ready to get out of there. She managed to tear her eyes away from the huge expanse of trees in front of her, to say a quick thank you and slip him a hefty tip (given to her just for that task), then turned back to admire the surroundings. Faintly, she heard chatter, laughing, and noticed some parked cars in the lot. She picked up her suitcases, beginning to walk along the path that led towards all the noise, beginning to see people, other teenagers, and what looked to be cabins, a whole ton of them, circling around the large, grassy lot that made up the camp.

"All right, Cassie," the red-head breathed out harshly, her heart beginning to pound a little. "They're humans, just like you... pretty sure they are, at least. Let's just say they are. You aren't a shy person, you're outspoken! You will make friends, and lots of them, and enjoy your time here!" she was mumbling to herself, eyes still glancing towards all the trees and bushes and plant life, still amazed and taken with the sight. "I get to touch a real tree- well, the trees are real in Central Park but these are wild trees! Not domesticated trees." she almost laughed at herself but stopped short, because, well, she didn't know what cabin to go too, and there were so many people running around. She took a deep breath, the fresh air making her feel relaxed, and moved on. It was easy to find the main hall; it was the main hall for a reason, right? It stood out. She found the reception after that, seeing even more people around; a lot must of been new, because there were a couple of people in the reception office, and some people were still lugging around their suitcases, like her. She was glad she only had two; some people had three or more and she couldn't imagine trying to balance all those right now. She got the information she needed and set off towards her new home for the summer.

She felt excited jitters as she entered the cabin. It was empty. "Ohh, firsties!!" she whispered excitedly, looking at the beds offered. She hummed to herself, spinning on her heel, like that would help her decide, before hefting her suitcases and letting them bounce softly onto the top bunk. She didn't mind having a bunk buddy for the summer. She dug around in her smaller suitcase, more of a carry on, and got her little bag of bathroom necessaries. "Oh wow," she said as she walked into the bathroom, taking in just how nice it was. Her parents wouldn't tell her just how much this place was but it had to cost a pretty penny for all this. She brushed her teeth, her hair, and washed her face, wanting to look refreshed, rather than just feel it. She put her things back in her suitcase, again not minding which vanity sink she got, she'd let her cabin buddies choose first. The last thing she did in the cabin was give her parents a quick call, to let them know she had made it safely; she didn't provide details about what happened on the plane ride, even though they wanted them. Afterward, she left, going back to the main hall. She smiled at anyone she passed, a slight skip in her step; the new place made her feel... pretty great. It was so beautiful and new and alien. "Well, here goes!" she whispered to herself before entering the main hall. She hadn't really taken notice of just how packed it was but now that she was officially going in, she saw. She made a circle around the room, just taking in the faces, and exploring somewhat. She went down a hallway and found the room she had been really excited about when she first read about it; the media room. She entered, her eyes lit up. "Sweeeeeet!" she said under her breath, seeing some people already playing on the PS3; the X-box 360 looked open, but she didn't see any controllers. "Aw well," she mumbled, moving over to get a closer look at what game the other people were playing on the PS3, and to watch with open interest and excitement.

William August Whittaker

Location: transportation > campgrounds > reception > red cabin > lake.
Outfit.
Interacting with: himself.

It had been a bitter goodbye when William left for camp; no sweet tacked onto the end of that bitter. His mother was the only one who had seen him off at the airport and she gave his hair a smooth-down while softly saying, "maybe you'll meet a few nice girls, ones different from here, okay?" Will hadn't hesitated to jerk away from her, and yes, purposefully make a scene in the middle of the airport just to embarrass her. Which worked; she grew tomato-red once he was done stomping his foot and shouting about how maybe he'll meet very nice boys there. Afterward, with false cheer and truth, he said, "love you, mama!" he gave her red cheek a kiss, threw a wink her way, and walked off, ignoring all the stares following him, including his mother's own. He only had one bag, his backpack that he had took with him last summer when he left home, and it was stuffed full, with only things he needed. He didn't like taking a lot with him whenever he went anywhere, and the only reason he had a cell phone was to not hear his parents bitch at him for never having a way to contact him. The flight went smoothly; even though he didn't ask for it, his mother got him a first class ticket. He was disgusted by just how uppity that section was and gave his ticket up to some lucky soul to sit in coach. He already had to use his father's money for food and expenses while he lived there; he wasn't going to take anything else.

He also ignored a private driver they had gotten him. Fuck that. He didn't want to have the image of stuck-up, rich boy on his first day at camp. He walked past the man holding the sign with his name on it, whistling, pushing his sunglasses down on his nose and giving the driver a wink as he went by, surely confusing the man. He got a taxi from there, simple and normal, and told him where to go. He settled in and watched out the window. Where Will was from, they had plenty of greenery; their large backyard eventually turned into a patch of woods. However, this felt different. This felt exciting and new. He was actually in another state! A new place, with beautiful nature, and the more he saw, the more he grinned. As the taxi pulled into the parking lot, he hopped out quickly, eyes on all the trees, breathing in the wonderful smells. He loved it. He couldn't imagine going back home to that big, stuffy house, and those uppity people after experiencing this type of nature. Sure, he had seen some on his small travels last summer, but this was different; this was a new place, far away from his family, his home state, and he felt truly free. He slung his backpack on and tipped the driver handsomely; the man looked surprised and asked him if he had made a mistake. "Nah, I'm just nice like that." Will replied, flashing an honest smile, the smells and sights getting to his head, before walking towards where he heard a lot of chatter and general human noise.

He took in all the bodies, people walking to and fro, a lot going into a big building that seemed to almost be in the heart of the campsite. The main hall, he assumed, and followed a couple of people inside. From there, he managed to find the reception office, and get the information he needed. He was excited for the nature aspect of all this; the rest, he didn't really care about. He might make a few new friends, sure, but Will wasn't planning on getting real close to anyone. After all, there was an end to this summer, and Will wasn't going back home; he was going off on his own and he didn't want something (someone) possibly holding him back from that. He left the main hall, ignoring all the people chattering and laughing and introducing themselves, and found the red cabin. Please let me be first, he thought before entering the cabin.

Luck would have it, he was. So far, so good. The day wasn't horrible. He threw his backpack into the corner, not caring what bed he got; hell, he'd rather sleep outdoors, to be honest. He didn't linger in the cabin, instead turning and stepping back inside, to breath in the fresh air some more, and take in the sights. However, his good mood was ruined when he finally saw the huge lake. He gave an involuntary shudder and immediately cursed himself for the pricks of fear he felt across his body. It was just water. With narrowed eyes, he made himself walk towards the stupid lake. He noticed a couple people on the dock and avoided that, instead veering off and stopping a good fifteen feet away from the edge. He pushed his sunglasses up, his hair going with it, and stared at the still water, how the sun reflected and glistened off of it. He gritted his teeth and made himself take a few steps closer. Water is good, water keeps you clean! he thought to himself as he managed a few more steps forward but he stopped there; his heart was pounding and his hands were shaking slightly. He shoved them into his jean pockets, annoyed beyond belief, and glared out at the lake, as if it had just personally offended him.

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

I'm reading through the IC posts now and will get something up tonight!! My two little nervous camp noobs aww <3

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

@flightless-angel-castiel His brothers are jerks xD. His family life is the worst >.<. Heartbroken decision for "the man" </3. GOD I HATE HIS SIBLINGS. Accepted!

@lovely complex

Yessss, his brothers!! Really mean older siblings and not the teasing ones who still love you while doing it. And ha I forgot to give "the man" a name while typing it and I said... you know what, let the mystery be! but yay, so excited to play him!

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Who is Will's face claim? I've been trying to figure it out for a few minutes now, but I can't seem to place the face. D:

@Altered Tundra

Wynston Shannon, a male model <3

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

Here's the Red male!! He got away from me and became his own person, okay, my fingers just went lol.

William Whittaker

►William August Whittaker◄

”I'm so down to earth, I'm bringing gravity back.” – Tinie Tempah

William August Whittaker

►Nickname◄

Will, given to him pretty much since birth by his family and eventual friends.
Willie, that he hates, and was given to him by his two older brothers.

►Birth Date◄

September 25th.

►Age◄

16.

►Gender◄

Male.

►Sexuality◄

Closeted homosexual.

►Relationship Status◄

Single.

►Sexually Active◄

No.

►Team Color◄

Red.

►Years At Camp◄

First year.

►In Depth Appearance◄

William might have came from a wealthy family but he did not look nor dress the part. He doesn't work hard on his appearance at all. He lets his dirty-blonde hair do as it will and because of this, he's always reaching up and pushing it off of his forehead, giving it a wind-swept look. He has very thick matching eyebrows, set above eyes that can't decide what color they want to be. In dimmer lighting, they appear to be a blue, with only the barest hint of hazel green; the hazel green comes to life when in bright lighting, especially sunlight, akin to the color of a leaf with sunlight streaming through it. A surprising amount of freckles dot along his whole face, not missing one place to be. They are quite noticeable when he has a paler complexion but when he gets a tan, it looks as if he doesn't have as many. Another feature that may stand out about William is his wonderful butt chin. Standing at a towering 6'2, he has a very skinny, lanky build, with body hair that's more blonde and so, unnoticeable.

He definitely does not dress like the typical rich preppy boy. His style is more on the side of grungy lazy teenager without the stinky part, since he is hygienic, and hipster, a mixture that is both but neither at the same time. His usual go to are slouchy pants, either plain or graphic v-neck shirts, old, faded graphic tank tops, baggy flannel button ups, messy, run down shoes, sandals; most of his outfits make it seem like he really doesn't care what he's wearing at all. He owns too many pairs of boots, all rugged and worn in, usually ankle high with buckles and straps, or plain sandals that have seen better days. If he does wear jeans, it's usually skinny jeans or cut off jean shorts with frayed edges. He has a large collection of beanies and hats, things he still wears in the summer because he thinks they're just that great.

►Habits & Quirks◄

• He's always, always, snacking.
• He has the habit of letting his mind wander, and sometimes, he'll ignore people by accident because of it, but he does apologize; overthinking.
• He really doesn't mind being naked in a non-sexual way, he sees it as a natural thing and thinks there's more to the human body than hidden "sexual organs."
• He has the habit of kicking his shoes off and walking around bare-foot.
• He has the habit of licking/sucking the flavor off his chips before eating them.
• He has the habit of cleaning up after himself/other people all the time because he hated letting the maids do it at home.

►Likes & Dislikes◄

Likes

• Snacky/junk food.
• Black coffee.
• Modern hoboing/trains.
• Music.
• Experiencing new things/hearing people's stories.
• Both wild and concrete nature.
• Daydreaming/thinking.
• Graffiti.

Dislikes

• Entitlement.
• Greed/wasteful.
• Littering.
• Bullying/unnecessary rudeness.
• Formal events since he had to attend some because of his family's position.
• His fear of swimming.
• Spoiled children/adults.
• Misogyny.

►Fears & Phobias◄

• Confinement; he's afraid he won't be able to break the mold his family keeps trying to fit him into.
• A fear of anything that flies such as any insect or any bird.
• Swimming/drowning.
• Global warming.

►Good Personality Traits◄

• Charmingly goofy.
• Feminist.
• Driven/determined.
• Understanding/non-judgmental.
• Down to earth/laid back.

►Bad Personality Traits◄

• Overly defensive.
• Insecure in his knowledge/intelligence.
• Comes off as uncaring/shy.
• Telling white lies/exaggerating.
• Comes off as wishy-washy.

►Personality◄

Will was born with a silver spoon in his mouth but he hasn't let that shape him into some entitled, spoiled brat. Not like his stupid siblings. He keeps to himself most of the time, choosing to be quiet in fear he'll say something stupid or be judged harshly, so he comes off as shy. He isn't insecure in his looks but he is insecure in himself, his thoughts, and that makes him hold back on speaking aloud. However, that doesn't mean he'll clam up all the time; one of Will's favorite things to do is push people's buttons, finds out what makes them tick, but in a playful, charming way. He doesn't mean to come off as rude or offensive, but some people may see it as that. When he thinks he's wrong about something, he does get defensive then, even angry, not admitting when he's wrong, and having a tendency to tell little white lies or exaggerate a story.

He's actually very understanding and accepting of people. He believes in women's rights heavily and treats each woman as an equal, respecting them as much as he does other guys. He rarely flirts/hits on anyone, though sometimes, his goofy and teasing nature can be taken for a form of boyish flirting. In reality, he sucks at flirting, and can even get nervous around a guy he likes. He's very laid back and one with nature; he loves the outdoors and would much rather be travelling and seeing the world instead of sitting in a big CEO office like his father. He prefers a simple, free lifestyle to a rich, privileged one.

►Place Of Origin◄

Cottage Grove, Oregon.

►Background◄

William was born into a very wealthy family. His father, Franklin, is the CEO of a private business in their little town, making them the richest family there. His mother, Katharine, is a trophy wife and nothing more. He was the third child, having two older brothers. One brother, Travis, was five years older, whereas the other brother, Keith, was two years older. Travis and Keith were very close and didn't like when Will came along. So, Will grew up in a household with an absent father, an uncaring mother, and siblings who bullied him each chance they got. Each child had basically been raised by a nanny and the other maids of the house, the mother always going out to better her looks, and the father always working. when Will was five years old, their parents decided it would be a good idea to have yet another child, this one a girl they named Hannah. Of course, Travis and Keith basically ignored Hannah as they all grew older, choosing to instead bully Will. It partly shaped the person Will is today; his brothers were always undermining him, making him feel stupid, and making him very defensive of his own being. At ten, his brothers got the bright idea that it'd be funny to throw Will into the pool... when he couldn't swim. He managed to not drown, obviously, but it did traumatize him.

As Will kept growing, and learning new things, he noticed how his mother treated Hannah. Hannah was never allowed to play outside, or to play video games, or do anything considered "boy-ish" as his mother said all the time. Instead, Hannah had to be girly, and have her nails painted and wear dresses all the time. It made Will uneasy and annoyed, the beginnings of his feminism. Also as Will kept growing, his brothers thought his fear of the pool was funny, and would sometimes throw him in, fully clothed, and even sometimes with his backpack from school still on, soaking all his books and work. He fought back and defended himself, but they fought back harder, and Will almost always ended up on his ass with some sort of injury for his smart mouth. Being treated in such a way might have made him a bitter bastard but instead, he has a more open and understanding view of the world. Eventually, Travis followed in daddy's footsteps, and became an employee at the office, bagging himself his own trophy wife, and having a big, fancy house. Just because Travis was gone, didn't mean Keith was any easier on Will. Actually, he was probably harder on Will, since Will dressed the way he did and behaved the way he did, and Keith claimed he was a little freak. Will's mother hated how he dressed, and demanded he dress like a normal person, but he always refused. Hannah became a very spoiled "girly girl" that when Will tried to encourage her to break from the mold their mother forced her into, she called him stupid and rarely spoke to him.

At 15, he ran away during the summer. He had been reading stories of modern day hoboing on the internet and wanted to do it himself. Shortly after leaving, and learning quick how to train hop without possibly getting ran over or his neck broken, he met an older man that was hoboing too. They had an instant click, the older man willing to help Will out since he deemed Will was "too damn young to be out here on his own," and Will was thrilled. Almost a week had passed before he had the discovery that he just didn't see the older man as a friend and mentor, but as more, and he liked him a lot. Before, he had never been interested in girls like other guys at school, and now he understood why. He was too young, shy and inexperienced to do anything but he had the hugest and, most of the time, embarrassing crush on the man. The secret came out when the man shared whiskey with him, a way of congratulating him on making it for almost two weeks, and of course, Will was a lightweight and it came out. Unfortunately, his parents wanted him back, and, being as rich as they were, they had all the police in the area around searching for him, and he even had an reward on his head for anyone who found him. After Will revealed his secret, his discovery that he was gay and scared because his hometown had that typical small-town mindset about that kind of stuff, he really didn't want to go back.

The man, of course, turned him down gently and a few more days passed of going nowhere specific when it happened. The man turned him over to the police. Will couldn't believe it; he was hurt and heartbroken over the betrayal. He was forced to go back home by a police escort. After a screaming argument with his parents, he stormed out of the room, but had stopped when he heard his mother mention the man. She said she didn't understand why the man had turned down the money and only said to take care of him. Will felt better that the man hadn't just gave him up for the money but he was still hurt. He had to move on and so he did, spending the rest of his summer under watchful eyes and being pissed about it. He went through the school year, keeping his new founded sexuality a secret, and even going out a couple times with girls, nervous and worried of being rejected and hated. However, one of his guy friends at the time, Jason, wanted to hang out with him one day and Will agreed. He never noticed it but he was well-liked and popular at school, since he didn't let the things at home follow him around and he was charming, goofy and overall fun. Jason and him were hanging out in his room when Jason came onto him, admitting he liked Will a lot; Will had been shocked but he had found Jason attractive and so he went with it. Unfortunately, Hannah decided to barge into his room like the sassy and entitled brat she was, to tell Will their mother wanted to see him, and caught them kissing. Will tried to stop her from leaving the room but Hannah ran downstairs screaming for their mom and told Katherine what she had seen. It went downhill from there; Jason's parents were called to be informed of what happened then he was kicked out and Will's father was called to let him know what had happened.

His parents were very unhappy with him. Hannah and Keith were too, copying their parent's reactions instead of having thoughts of their own. The rest of the day, Will had to hear a long, long speech of how wrong that was, and he tried to argue it, but of course they wouldn't listen. His family treated him like he was sick after that and he couldn't stand it, always snapping at them and biting off their heads, only causing more problems. Even Jason stopped talking to him, keeping his head down more often in school, and Will was hurt and it just made him want to leave all this behind. The upcoming summer, he had been planning another hoboing trip, this time planning on going far away, out of the state, before anyone could find him. But, instead, his parents surprised him by telling him he was going to Camp Liberty, a place where they hoped he could better himself (he took that as "fix" himself). Will wasn't too thrilled but at least he wouldn't be home and he'd be out in the nature. Maybe he wouldn't even go home after.

►Extra◄

Acting!

C O P Y R I G H T
This sheet was constructed by [ @HushedWhispers], herself. Any plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated. And if need permission to borrow, please just ask.

Wastelanders: The Dystopian Convoy

Oh, I call dibs on the barbed wired bat and the border spikes!

Wastelanders: The Dystopian Convoy

I'll work on a character sometime this week; not sure when it'll be out, hopefully by Tuesday!

Avenger's Academy; Volume 1

Since I have a mutant character, and already have his background written out, he wouldn't be coming from Xavier's institute. Though, if we have any missions involving the institute later, which we probably will, I'm sure my character will be really interested to find out more on his real parents and all that jazz.

By the way, I am co-GM, so if anyone has questions, ideas, or needs help, feel free to contact me or Tene :3

Avenger's Academy; Volume 1

Bullwhip

Full name: Nicholas Issac Beaumont-Moore.

Alias/Codename: Jokingly says "Whips" or "Indy" in reference to Indiana Jones. Actual codename is: Bullwhip (he says while it relates to his power, it's also a play on the word "bullshit.")

Age: 20.

Country of origin: Canada; Quebec.

Basic appearance: Nicholas stands at what some would consider a towering 6'0, with an average build of a healthy twenty year old; he doesn't really work out and so he doesn't have any defining muscles. He keeps his dark brown hair cut short and lets it does as it please, be it stand up on end that day or lay flat, he doesn't really bother with it. He has been told multiple times he has shocking blue eyes, that when in bright light, appear lighter, an almost icy blue, and in dimmer light, appear a deep blue; both times, with the barest hint of a green hazel spread throughout the blue color. He has a dusting of freckles going across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, more noticeable when he gets more sun, and thus a more tan complexion. He doesn't really worry about what he puts on his body, usually opting for a pair of jeans or comfortable sweats and loose graphic tees; always, a pair of sneakers/tennis shoes are on his feet. Always, he has a necklace around his neck, which he keeps hidden underneath any clothes he's wearing; it's on a thin silver chain long enough to stay hidden underneath his shirts, with the name 'Alaina' in small cursive handwriting on the end of it. Because of his tendency to be careless in non-serious situations, and from playing with his power when it first formed, he has various scars on his body; a few on are his legs, but most are on his torso and back.

Costume: Nick wanted something dark yet something he could be comfortable in; so he put together the outfit below.

Shirt

A sleeveless black hoodie shirt thing (as he calls it); he always has the hood up and he likes the fact people can see the tattoos on his arms.

Bottom

Nick makes the joke that almost every superhero wears super tight pants, right? Well, he wanted too, and it wasn't just to show off his, ahem, assets, he swears! He thought the boots looked cool and they don't hinder his walking or running or jumping around.

Mask

He thought it'd be a good idea to keep his face covered up and he likes how these two things look together, while keeping his whole outfit dark like he wanted. And the mask and glasses do not feel constricting or anything so that's a bonus.

Skills:

• "Is eating a whole pizza a skill? ... Even an extra large? No? Well... it should be."
• Nick, despite his carefree and sometimes goofy nature, is very quick-minded; he has an above average IQ level and so, he's very quick when making decisions, has the potential to be calculating, level-headed, and calm, and could have magnificent leadership skills.
• His memorization skills are very above average; he has no trouble recalling events or names, even the most trivial things may pop into his head randomly, a photographic memory; a blessing and a curse.
• Even though it may not seem like it, he's very skilled with words (making him an amazing writer) and has read the dictionary for fun so he knows many, many words (and sometimes, when explaining something, he may come off almost robot-like in his explanation).
• He has a way with technology; he's very fascinated by how technology of any sort works and loves to take things apart and put them back together, giving him great knowledge on many technological items; he enjoys computers the most and has hacking skills beyond even great hackers.
• A short version of this list would just be saying he's very, very smart.
• "Wait, wait, is having intensive knowledge on movies and video games a skill? No? ... Shit, this list is boring."
• He has quick hands, from years of experience pick-pocketing people, and is very adaptable.

Powers:

• Manifestation of tattoos: The ability to make the strange lines on his arms manifest; they move along his skin, to his fingertips, where they begin to manifest and twist together to form a long, thick whip, something akin to a bullwhip; each fingertip (including thumb) has a black line extending from it and he can choose to separate his fingers and unravel the whip to form five thinner whips or to put his fingers together and form one thick whip.
  now watch me whip (sorry everyone)

  The lines seem random and like they would not form a whip, so Nick enjoys surprising people by showing his power. The lines twist all the way up to his shoulder, where they just cut off, and the whip can only be as long as much "tattoo" he has, which is roughly about twice the length of his arm. Both tattoos, as he calls them, look the exact same on each arm.
  
  
  Setbacks: He can't form his whips for a very long period of time. Right now, he can have them formed up to forty minutes, but then his arms begin to hurt and grow weak, and he has to let them form to his skin again. If he goes too long without manifesting the whips, it's a very painful process as they do move along his skin to form; when his mutation first showed, it was a very painful development, and he still doesn't understand why. Depending on what he's doing depends on how long it takes him to have enough energy to form his whips again. Naturally, if his hand or any of fingers got cut off, that probably wouldn't spell good news for his power. The whips are a part of himself, and while they are durable, if they get hit or slapped or any sort of harm comes to them, it's like injury to his body and does hurt him. He can form the whips pretty quickly, though depending on his state, mentally and physically, depends on how long it takes him to manifest them.

• Superhuman strength... somewhat: Nick is pretty strong, stronger than the average human (eh, mutant?). He can't lift two tons over his head, nothing impressive like that, but the thing that makes him stronger are his whips. His whips are very durable, and have yet to be broken by anything; they are very strong and they can easily lift two tons, though not for a long period, and can even hold his weight, so he can use them as sort of stilts and to pull himself up to higher ground, if there's something the whip can wrap around.
  Setbacks: He cannot lift a very heavy weight with his whips for a long period or else it begins to get painful; the longest he had held up a heavy weight is almost five minutes and that was a struggle itself. Though, something like twice, even third, times his own weight, he can hold up for longer and with more ease. It's an elephant he might have trouble with.

• Manipulating the whips into other forms/using as armor: Nick is still fairly new to doing this one; he's naturally a curious person, and he likes to mess and poke at stuff he probably shouldn't most of the time, and so he's messed and poked at his own powers (how do you think he got his scars?). He has discovered that he can manipulate his whips into changing form; he can't increase their size (he does have the possibility of decreasing their size, they just simply form onto his skin again unless thought otherwise, and the fact he can make smaller whips decreases their size). But, he can manipulate with thought for the whips to form something like a shield or wall. He can also make them form shapes and he's learning on how to make the whips form onto certain parts of his body to make up some sort of armor (which seems pointless, since he can't cover his whole body, but he just likes to play around with it (though using the full length of the whips, and both at the same time, can cover a fair amount, say his whole torso and then some)). So, in retrospect, he can encase someone else in armor too. Another discovery was that he can manifest the whips without moving them - meaning, it looks like he can make the tattoos just lift away from his skin, and form the whips without them coming from his fingertips; the benefit being that he can make them encase his arm, making very thick and durable arm sleeves that would be useful in hand-to-hand combat and blocking other attacks. He's still learning this power, however, since it takes a lot of thought and energy, and he's learning to form the shields/arm sleeves at a quicker pace. He has yet to discover, and will later, that he can form the whips around his own fists, creating a large and protective glove-like encasing that could hurt like hell if someone got punched with it.
  Setbacks: As mentioned above, using this power takes thought (concentration) and energy. The whips themselves do not take much energy, feeling like an extension of himself, but manipulating them into another form does take energy, mentally and physically. It's still a slow process too; not that slow but slow enough that he needs a few seconds before he can form a shield or the arm sleeves, which a few seconds could mean the difference between life or death. So, this power is still something "in the works" as he says, and he's learning how to manipulate the whips and move them one place to another in a quicker fashion that won't hurt him.

Brief bio:

Brief, ha!

Nicholas lived a pretty normal life up until he was thirteen. His parents were a happy couple; his father was American, who had moved to Canada to attend college in Quebec, and his mother was French. They had met at college and had been together ever since. Nicholas is fluent in both French and English, and depending on what words he is saying, he may or may not have a French accent. When he does talk in French, expect a thick accent, and sometimes even after he comes out of talking it. He was a happy kid, no problems, and their family was pretty well off money-wise. When he was two, his parents had another kid, a little girl named Alaina. Once she was older, the two became very close, tight knit. However, when Nicholas turned thirteen, he began to get sick. His parents didn't understand what was wrong; doctors didn't either. He had a higher fever and kept experiencing excruciating arm pain. They were even sensitive to the touch. He hadn't been sick for very long, maybe about two weeks, when it all came to a head; he woke up one night screaming, his arms feeling as if they were on fire. Once his parents got there and had the lights on, the fire had subsided a little, but left in their wake the black lines he has today. His parents had a long talk with him after that and what Nick found out was: He was adopted.

His parents had adopted him when he was six months old. The only thing they knew was that he had been dropped on the doorstep of the orphanage. "Cliche as hell, right?" is what Nick would always say if anyone found out about it. His parents weren't really sure how to react to finding out their adopted son was, well... a mutant. Because what else could he be? They pulled him from school so he could home-school. Alaina wanted to home-school with him but their parents wouldn't let her. For some time, the markings didn't do a thing on his body; eventually, they stopped hurting, and they just looked like any other markings. A few months had passed and it seemed like everyone had settled again, growing used to the strange markings randomly showing up on his arms. When, again, his arms began to hurt, but this time, the markings were coming to life, slithering down his arms like snakes, and coming out of his fingertips. It was very painful, it was like his skin was being ripped as they moved, but they just didn't leave any surface injuries to show they were ripping him (that's the only way he really knows how to describe it; like something is underneath his skin and moving, like an itch you can't scratch).

And, that was how Nicholas discovered just what the hell the markings were for. His parents were very weary, especially since Nick had a tendency to play with them like they were toys, because after some time, they stopped becoming so painful to form. When he used them often enough, it felt like how he describes in the parentheses above. Alaina seemed the most accepting in the family, saying she'd love Nick no matter what. Well, that changed quickly. At fifteen, Nick was still learning how to mess with his powers. He was an unhappy child at that time, because his parents had decided that after putting him in home-school, it was best to just keep him in the house and not let him go out, or else his powers would be found out. Nicholas hated being stuck inside and only sometimes, when he had to swear a million times he wouldn't form his whips out in public, they would take him out in long sleeves. But, it was rare, and Nick felt like his parents had become ashamed of him. So, at fifteen, Nick was a bitter little thing, and often practiced his powers around the house, purposefully breaking things but playing it off as an accident.

One day, Alaina came home from school; she enjoyed seeing his powers. Their parents were none the wiser that Nick would put on something akin to shows for Alaina with his powers. Well, to make this short, Nick was showing Alaina how he had discovered he could lift heavy things; kid was left home alone all day, he had to find things to keep himself occupied. It was actually how he got to be so darn smart. When he wasn't fiddling with his powers, he would sit and read, or do research on the internet. His parents fed into his intelligence and gave him books and anything else to help further his intelligence (they later realized the reason he was so smart was because he could retain everything like a sponge, even the littlest detail, though it was sometimes hard for him to concentrate and bring that memory to the forefront of his mind, but he could after some time). Anywho, he was lifting the big screen TV up in the living room; huge thing. It was almost 70 inches, very expensive, and the latest brand. Alaina was amazed and got too close. Nicholas' powers were still fairly new, he had had them for almost two years at that time, but they were still developing along with him, so he couldn't hold up a big screen TV as long as he could now at twenty. He tried to keep holding it up but he wobbled and dropped the TV, right on top of Alaina.

It hadn't been light, either. It was at that time when TVs weren't quite flat yet, instead having a slight arching back to them, and were heavier because of it. He had called 911 and got an ambulance over there; his parents came from work shortly after the arrival of the ambulance and were furious with Nick, because they knew he had caused it without him even saying so. For them to assume that (even if it was true) did hurt Nicholas. They didn't want him at the hospital, or to be seen by anymore paramedics (the ones that had saw him stared at his arms but made no comment, of course) and actually shoved him in the coat closet under the stairs and locked it. "They totally Harry Potter'd me!" Nick would say if telling the story, which he hadn't with anyone before, but if he did, he would try and shed some humor onto it, failing miserably. Life most definitely was very different after that. After being stuck in the closet for almost a whole day, his parents could barely look at him, and told him Alaina was in a coma. Nicholas didn't believe it at first but he had too; she didn't come home and they wouldn't let him visit her.

Alaina never woke up. Nicholas' parents blamed him completely and barely spoke to him, let alone looked at him, after that. Nick stayed in his room a lot after that (or in Alaina's as a way to torture himself, he guessed, since his parents never touched the room) and tried to not use his powers. That was how he discovered that if he didn't use them, it became very painful, and it was like using them for the first time all over. For a long time, he was bitter, and hated his powers and himself. He went through the rest of his teenage years replaying in perfect detail that day, where it went wrong, what he could have done differently. He lived the rest of his teenage years unhappy, lonely, and taking care of himself. Even though his parents let him stay around, they acted like he didn't exist. He only let this last for almost a year then at sixteen, he couldn't stand it anymore and left. Packed up and got out of there. He made sure to take something of Alaina's along with him, because while he might have a photographic memory, he wanted something physical. So, he took one of her necklaces, a long silver chain with her name hanging off in small cursive handwriting at the end of it. He went and saw Alaina one last time; his parents were well enough off, and had good insurance, so they had been keeping her on life support. He hates his photographic memory, because he can still see her laying there, pale and malnourished with tubes sticking out of her. He moved on, or tried too. He used his powers as little as often, fleeing to America, where he thought maybe he could find something better there. He decided to go to New York City, because why the hell not? He had thought at the time.

Hitchhiking and living on the streets was how Nicholas got by for a while. When he was eighteen, he met his idol, and not in the best of ways, and he hadn't been his idol until then. Nicholas did bad things to get by on the streets of NYC; sometimes, he wondered why he came there, but it was a beautiful city, and it had a pull to it; it felt like he was supposed to be there. He pickpocket'd people to get by, and sometimes slipped things in his pockets while in stores. One night, he brushed by a tall, kind of big blonde guy, and snagged his wallet. Thinking he was good, he went back to the alley he had been staying in, and sat down to see how much money he had just made. He opened it, skimming the guy's driver's license. 'Steve Rogers.' The name sounded familiar but really fake, too, so Nicholas moved on to what he really wanted, deciding to not dig into his "memory bank" (as he calls it) to figure out how he knew the name. He didn't get far. That Steve Rogers had followed him and confronted him. Nick, at first, was very defensive, ready for a fight, because on the streets, that was what happened when you got confronted for stealing something (usually by other hobos or "free lancers" as Nick referred to himself as). Sometimes, when he was on the defense, and ready for a fight, his whips would reveal themselves without his say so; and it had been a couple of weeks since he had "stretched them out" and it had made plenty of other people run away, so he revealed them. But, Steve, surprisingly, kept his cool, only showing a little bit of his shock, and had been very kind, and wasn't angry at all, and it threw Nicholas for a loop. For years, he hadn't been showed kindness (maybe a passing person giving him more than a one but it didn't extend beyond that). This was true kindness and Steve offered a helping hand.

Nicholas couldn't stop himself from accepting it. He hated that life. He didn't want to go back home but he hated what he had become, too. Maybe he could have made a better choice and not left Canada but he would have just been a street-living free lancer there too. Nicholas shortly after realized who Steve was when he was brought to Stark Towers and realized that him revealing his powers back there probably helped Steve make his decision to bring Nick here. The rest kind of became history; Steve helped Nick tremendously, Nicholas got to meet the Tony Stark and even learn a few things from him which was cool as shit, and Steve taught him a lot. He was sort of taken under the blonde man's wing ("shield," Nick would say instead) for a while and he came to idolize Steve. He didn't get to hang around Steve 24/7, because he did get a better life started for himself, and wasn't living on the streets and stealing anymore, and Steve had his own life. When the school was formed, of course he jumped on it, and joined it, Steve definitely happy he had. Nicholas openly admits Captain America helped shape him to be the young man he is today, though he still has his flaws and kinks to work out, a past he literally can't forget, and guilt chasing him around. Maybe he can work those problems out while at Avengers Academy.

(For official use only)

Initial observation report:

Subject has openly proven he has very similar world views as a very big crush on Captain America; however, he is still rebellious, and that combined with his higher intelligence- makes him a problem child, am I right? Aw, shit, someone hacked my file before me! Very funny, guy.

Training regimen/expertise:

- Obedience protocol training. Look, we'll be classmates! Hm, give yourself away, why don't you?
- Extensive physical and combat training. They're calling you fat. Yeah, well, wait till they see this fat as-No.
- Concentration classes, not only for helping with developing powers further, but also for how subject jumps from one thing to another. Thanks, guys! By the way, really loving the view I get on the helicarrier's decks, really nice- oh, and the dorms are okay, I guess- and the food, too-You're doing that on purpose. How intelligent you are indeed.

Potential outlook:

Subject shows high potential to have impressive leadership skills and possibly take a high rank in his future with the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D., if he can learn to control his impulses and his mouth. Ha ha ha you guys have so much fucking hope for me!

Best case scenario:

We have a future Captain America on our hands. I can't even argue with this, what a high compliment. You really do have a crush on him, don't you? No one asked you, italics guy!

Worst case scenario:

Subject loses interest; with his heightened intelligence, memorization skills/photographic memory, and habits, he appears to have ADHD and jumps from one thing to the other often. Ouch. Burn.

Side note: I did have permission to let a certain someone hack into Nick's profile and write that out ahem.