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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: Mary's Mind Palace — New Orleans
Skills: Enhanced Intuition;
Fit

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Antoinette smiled at the younger version of Mary, and remained kneeling while Mary addressed the others and explained what the three of them needed to accomplish. With a new portal opened and their team updated, Antoinette stood and followed the other two through the door.

Xavier's office looked the same as it always did, but it felt different. Antoinette looked around, taking in the new atmosphere and the people who crowded in around the desk. Antoinette was unfamiliar with the topic of conversation but she appreciated the nostalgia. At the mention of Pietro, Antoinette glanced at Guin to see if there was some recognition about the moment.

However, as pleasant as the trip down memory lane was, this Mary seemed more or less stable and not the one they needed to find. Antoinette moved about the room, looking for some sort of trap door or object that might represent another portal to open.

Sitting on one of Xavier's shelves rested an antique Webster Mantel clock. Often impassioned by antiques, Antoinette was drawn to the piece. The steady ticking of the minute hand was comforting while the hour hand slowly moved towards the next hour. Antoinette brushed her fingers across the top of the piece, but it remained dormant. However, the draw she had originally felt, didn't pass.

”I think this clock might be the key to unlocking another part of Mary's mind,” Antoinette said. The question was, how?

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

Annika understood her father's cryptic meeting but wasn't sure she could follow through. It wasn't often that she called on the shadows outside of The Everdark, and she was distantly aware of being watched from onlookers. For now, Annika bent one of her legs and threw Serena off her. Annika reached into her bag and pulled out a knife, a weapon she always carried on her person, and stood.

Annika stalked Serena, matching her strides and waited before striking out. Annika sliced her knife up, cutting across Serena's palms. The girl cried out before rushing Annika. Annika let Serena tackle her, and used the girl's momentum to flip her over before Annika scrambled back to her feet.

”Dad, we're drawing a crowd,” she warned her father, as she squared off against Serena once more.

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

Annika Hawthorne - Everdark Version

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Annika Hawthorne

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Character Summary

Name: Annika Hawthorne
Alias: The Child;
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 12
Birthday: October 31, 2012
Birth Place: New York City
Source: The Everdark
Domain: Umbramancy

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Appearance

Height: 4’6”
Weight: 72 lbs
Build: Endomorph; strong
Eyes: Light Brown; Dark Purple when using powers
Hair: Long, dark brown
Skin Tone: Light brown, tans easily
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Double ear piercings: left ear, three right, right helix, and daith.
Personal Style:
Annika likes flowing clothes and floral prints. She is a fan of colour but tends to gravitate to purple and black clothes. She is often found running around the Everdark barefoot, but when she ventures to other worlds, she wears sandals or black keds.
She will often braid her hair back in one braid or braid the sides of her hair to tuck behind her ears. She sports silver jewellery in her ears in the shapes of stars or leaves or studs.

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Psychology

Friendly * Perfectionist * Intuitive * Reckless * Adaptable * Distrustful

Curious by nature and friendly in conversation, Annika is always asking questions and reading. She is naturally intuitive and sensitive to most matters pertaining to the space around her. However, she can grow frustrated and irritable quickly if she doesn't grasp a concept or complete one of her father's challenges. She can become obsessive in these matters until she completes the task to the fullest of her ability.

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: Perfectionist
Habits: Zoning out; dancing randomly
Hobbies: Drawing; Combat training; Reading books
Fears:

• Getting lost (mazes)
• Dragons
• Being choked or smothered

Likes:

• The Stars
• The Shadow Cat
• Drawing
• Writing
• History
• Dancing
• Music
• Travel

Dislikes:

• TV
• Snakes

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Cards On The Table

Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Archery
• Plant knowledge - knowing the difference between edible and healing plants
• Magic Combat
• Stealth
• First Aide - tinctures, splints, salves, teas, wound care, bandaging
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Agility
• Stamina

Medical Issues/Injuries:

Possessions:

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History

Born again in New York City after fighting off Ananym, Annika was adopted by Jack Hawthorne and taken to live in The Everdark. She grew up having all her needs met and never wanting for anything; however, growing up in a world of ever changing darkness with an overpowered father is anything but normal. And yet, Annika has loved every moment of it.

Her adoptive father has been teaching her everything about his world while helping her discover her past self and the lives she lived before. And there is more yet to come.

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Extras

Character Quote: “What begins, ends, then begins again.”
Song:
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

The day was incredible so far. Jack's adventures were infamous and today's trip was no exception. Annika was bombarded with different sights, smells, and languages. She loved it all. Not only did she get to be a kid for some of it, going on rides in Disneyland and eating too much ice cream, but she also got to expand her knowledge about Earth and mutants, and Wakanda's science department.

As she walked down the streets of New York, she spoke to her father, waving her arms and hands animatedly while she recounted the day's events. She was excited to revisit some of the museums in New York, knowing there would be new exhibits to visit and books to buy. But that anticipation fell short when they came across an old acquaintance of Jack's.

Annika stood half a step behind her father, looking around him to size up the girl around her age, and eyeing the man who demanded retribution. Annika frowned at the altercation. Annika knew her father had a past, she even accompanied him on some of his less savoury adventures, but she also knew Jack did a lot of good. After all, she knew about the adventure that united the two of them. Jack didn't deserve this defamation, or an attack from a teenager over a pair of lost shoes.

Annika shifted quickly around her father. She launched herself at the girl, altering her attack, and Annika took the brunt of the girl's force. She felt her back hit the pavement at the same time claws dug into her skin. Annika grunted from the force and sharp pain but didn't cry out.

Hidden Among the Shadows - A Supernatural Inspired RP

Christian winced, a crease forming between his brow due to Penny's out cry for his help. Strictly speaking, bringing people back to life was not a part of Christian's duties. It was forbidden.

”I am a reaper. I'm here to help you move on, cross over to the other side.” He glanced behind himself to see the frenzy of vampires surrounding the girl. A flash of memories Christian had accumulated over the years of watching Penny filled his mind. He turned his focus back to her spirit and sighed. ”I am not meant to bring you back. Your time has come, Penny,” he said, looking at her apologetically.

He hated this part of the job. The ones who had a difficult time accepting their fate were always the hardest.

Ω Heroes of Olympus: The Next Age of Heroes Ω

Ezekiel Kel

Location: Roman Side - CHB
Skills:

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As Zeke laid on the ground, his cheek pressed into the dirt, listening to his half-sister and boyfriend fight, he wondered how everything got so seriously fucked up. He had tried to diffuse the situation, to calm everyone down, but that wasn't a subset of power Ezekiel had. His father was the sun god after all, and his mother just ignored everyone's opinions—even though he knew it killed her inside. So really, Zeke was the last person who should have been trying. But he had to fix it. Right?

A wave of calm enveloped Ezekiel a moment later. He felt Nancy's power dissipate and sat up. Then the emotional exhaustion hit. Nancy had beat on Demi, and Demi had beat on Nancy. This day was chalking up to be the worst. Zeke wasn't mad at either of them, if anything, he was mad at himself, even when Demetri jumped to Ezekiel's defense. His entire body still felt flush from Demi's words and actions.

And then Zeke did something he never thought he would.

”Alexios is right. So is Kiera. We still have to work together to break down the doors of death and get Mads and Leda back… We can't be beating on each other. Let's just…walk away for a few hours.”

Ezekiel looked at Nancy and smiled. He appreciated her apology and understood very well that her and Demetri were not compatible people. Still, it was good for Nancy to say out loud. Perhaps now Demi would stop trying so hard to befriend her and they could just be civil instead. Zeke rather hated the two of them fighting in any capacity.

”I'll be in medical if you need my assistance later,” he told her and took a few steps in that direction before looking at Demetri. ”Or you.” He then nodded to Kiera and Sera, grateful for their interference, before walking away from the entire group.

New York Mystery

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Raúl Alonso

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Location: Chicago, IL
Skills:

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”Take care, Amara.” Raúl bowed his head slightly, watching Amara walk away before he went back to the task at hand. He stayed with the investigative team until they gathered all the information they could from the street. The body was then collected and moved to the morgue downtown. However, Raúl didn't follow.

A few hours had passed since the investigation started and Raúl had yet to quench his thirst as it were. Thankfully, Chicago had a busy nightlife. Raúl managed to find his next drink easily.

Raúl prided himself on self-control. He only took a little blood here and there, compelling his creatures to forget before moving on. Of course, there was no way to keep from marking his meals, but he had been given a way to speed up the healing process. Not all witches were difficult to work with. Unfortunately, this time, Raúl's dinner plans were cut short.

A familiar scent that he had picked up at the crime scene caught his attention. He quickly compelled the woman he had been drinking from and sent her back before he stalked down the street. Whomever carried the scent moved with purpose, but they were not easy to track. They moved erratically, up one street and down another before doubling back through an alley. Raúl hadn't realized how many side streets there were in Chicago until that night. Eventually, he tracked the scent to a building that wasn't far from the crime scene.

Raúl watched the building from the shadows across the street. Perhaps the killer lived nearby. That was a common scenario for most human serial killers, but Raúl wasn't sure that ideology translated to the supernatural community as well.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Antoinette McCarthy

Location: Botanical Gardens —> Mary's Mind Palace — New Orleans
Skills:
Fit

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Antoinette looked around while she walked with Guin. A clearing formed around them with a small girl sitting down and making a flower crown. Antoinette immediately walked closer, vaguely aware of Guin and Jean's conversation. Antoinette walked closer until she was a couple feet away from the girl before kneeling down.

”May I join you? These flowers are absolutely lovely,” Antoinette said honestly. She rested her hands on her legs, looking at the various species and colours of flowers. ”Did you grow these?” Antoinette asked curiously. Antoinette assumed the girl was Mary, perhaps the innocent version of the woman Antoinette now knew. Mary was trying to communicate with them without Chrysi knowing, that's what this had to be. •

✨ Under Black Stars ✨

Jack's voice vibrated through his chest, tickling Annika's cheek where it rested next to his heart. She cried and sniffed while he spoke, covering his shirt in tears and probably snot. Jack was always good like that. He always gave Annika what she needed at that moment.

She listened to his words, finding comfort in the simplicity of them. Annika felt the same. These dreams held some truth to who she was, or at the very least who her family was. The problem with this particular nightmare was how real it felt.

While Annika mulled this thought over, the last of her tears finally faded, and a bright light invaded the dark she had grown used to. Annika pulled away from Jack, blinking away the dark spots that formed in her vision. Yellow sun, blue sky, and white clouds filled her now cleared eyesight. The smell of cut grass and fried food assaulted her nose. Annika gasped and jumped up, recognizing the scents of Earth. She looked at Jack and grinned, the darkness of earlier gone, and she ran to her bedroom to change and pack a small bag.

Annika returned a short time later, wearing a purple dress with white flowers. The top of the dress was styled like a halter top before it flowed away from her waist. She made sure to stuff a jacket in her bag but she went without for now. Annika wanted to feel the sun on her skin, even if she got a chill from the wind.

She bounced over to the portal, her toes just touching the space between her and there. A large grin claimed her face, her excitement plain. Annika knew a lot about the different Earth's from her studies, but she was having a hard time pinpointing where she would want to go.

”Mmm London? No Paris! Or, Orlando? Maybe New Orleans. We could visit Uncle Max or California! Somewhere with a beach and the ocean.” Annika's words tumbled out, her body vibrating with excitement.

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Annika beamed from Jack's praise. It had always mattered a great deal to her that she made her father proud. ”Thank you, dad! I'm going to keep practicing.” Annika scampered from the room with her newly found shadow bow and arrow.

For the next few days, Annika remained true to her word and practiced hard. Some days were successful and some weren't, but she didn't give up. Something had unlocked within Annika when she held the bow for the first time, and she continued to chase that feeling. It led to daydreaming which led to Annika faltering in her progress which led to her embarrassment when she was caught. However, one night, the daydreaming led to nightmares.

Annika woke in a cold sweat, the remnants of a scream caught in her throat. The shadows in her room moved chaotically, looking for something to latch onto and soothe their discourse. Annika began to cry. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rocked back and forth in an effort to self soothe, but she was scared. Annika threw back the covers and stepped onto the floor. She dashed across her room, the soft floor absorbing the sound of her footfalls. The house shifted until she came across her father. Annika cried harder, and explained through the hiccuping what she had dreamed of.

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It felt like a different time with strange sounds and smells. Annika walked through a dark world, but it wasn't the one she was familiar with. And yet, Annika felt a kinship to the space. Crash.

Annika turned around quickly, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Run. The sudden need to move overtook her, but Annika hesitated. Within that second of hesitation, a woman screamed, followed by more crashing sounds and louder bangs. It was a sound Annika had never heard before. It was jarring and terrifying. Annika ran.

The building became more defined as she ran. Solid, wooden walls were formed, shattered windows appeared, and stairs erupted in front of Annika's path. She moved to race up them but stopped short when she felt a sharp wind across her face. Annika turned her head to see a sharp weapon stuck in the wall. Her eyes widened as she stared at the instrument. Then she felt a burning sensation on her cheek. Annika turned, touched her cheek, and when she pulled her hand away, it came back bloody. An impassioned cry reached her ears and she turned to see a man running at her.

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”I threw up my hands to fend him off, but then I woke up,” Annika explained. She was shaking as she retold the events to Jack. ”It felt familiar but it was so strange, dad… It felt like a different Annika, not me now… Does that make any sense?”