LittleRedPanda

The Plague called Mankind.

Hehe I just thought about how fun it would be if my character decides to mock another.

Delta Squad (Young Superheroes)

Hart smiled at Nic as he addressed her. "Looks nice does it not? Based off of the ship I landed in as a boy." He chuckled, patting the jet as if it were his own invention or a child. "Your absorption, what limits does it hold? Is there anything you can not absorb?" He looked at her curiously. Blowing a breath out threw her teeth, she looked back toward the Roxy woman and then back to Nic, keeping her voice low. "Limits... I'm not really sure it has very many or any really. I know if I were to touch you right now, I could absorb your knowledge, memories, your powers, even the texture of your skin. I can absorb and absorb, stealing away, until the thing I was holding is now just a pile of dust in my hands." She looked at the jet again. "What metal is this made out of? If I absorbed it I could make my skin the same strength of the metal. Or if I absorbed an animal I could take it's form." She sighed slightly. "It's very useful in a lot of ways, but it can also be scary. Try explaining to your guardian how the dog you were playing with is now an essence swirling around inside you." She chuckled darkly. "That sure was one hell of a day." She looked up at the ceiling. "When I used to practice... If I was concentrating really hard people could hardly feel my absorption. But if they angered me and I lost control of it.... They would scream like their insides were on fire." She shook her head, dragging herself out of the depressing thoughts and back to the present. "But that's all behind me now. I guess now it's time to put out a fire."

Delta Squad (Young Superheroes)

Hart couldn't help but smile slightly at Nic's obvious attempt to mimic her and his insistence on calling her "Sparkplugs". It was endearing really. She had watched the exchange between Roxy and Jacque out of the corner of her eye while her attention was diverted to the screen with the Oracle on it. It was quite clear that she would not like Roxy one bit. The woman's arrogance and spontaneous knife throwing to get attention rubbed her the wrong way. Sure maybe the girl could hit her with her knives or whatever, but if that snot crossed her paths she'd not hesitate to absorb away her consciousness. At the announcement of their new mission she stood. Her gear...? She didn't need anything other than the clothes on her back really... She just hoped that if she decided to absorb an essence and form fit it to herself, her clothing would stand up to it and not leave her in the nude. Shrugging she walked toward the jet, glancing back at Jacque. From her first impressions of the group, she'd probably be friends with the men more than the women of this group. But that was normal, she'd always gravitated more toward the male gender in general, girls were spiteful and annoying. Guys made things easy. Heading into the hangar she looked around. Wow.... Now that was a jet. She grinned slightly. Maybe this job wouldn't be so bad after all.

Desperation, The Survival

Name: Marjorie Elaine Rourke
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Fears: Being alone, Spiders, the dark
Position: Passenger
Personality: Marjorie or Marjie as she prefers to be called is a curious and wide eyed young woman, with eyes and head filled with adventure. She's spirited and adventurous, yet strong hearted and stubborn. She's a sweetie for the most part except when forced into the customs and gender role of her times. She's a progressive thinker.
History: Marjorie was born the only child to a very rich and distant family in Mississippi. As life would have it Marjie was raised by an elderly governess, the woman staying with her and being her only friend well into her life. As fate would have it, it was her governess who attended the cruise with her, her parents sending the child away for a small vacation on Marjie's insisting. Unfortunately Marjie was not able to make it to a lifeboat in time and her dutiful governess stayed by the young woman's side all throughout what they though would be the end. When she awoke her governess was nowhere to be found, most likely not surviving the ordeal.
Pic/Description:
Other: She is an aspiring violinist and used to sit for hours watching the ship's musicians play. She brought her treasured instrument along with her.

The Plague called Mankind.

Sorry about my quality. I didn't use Audacity but I will for sure use it from now on.

Delta Squad (Young Superheroes)

Hart rolled her eyes at the commotion the others were making, looking from Jaque to Nic. She openly stared at the large man with a mix of curiosity and amusement, yet she smiled at him out of honest kindness. The minute Nic announced he was to be the leader the others started pitching a fit, standing she placed her gloved palms on the table as a dagger flew across the room. "Okay chill out ya bunch of drama queens. I for one will trust Nic until he proves to be untrustworthy." She winked at the foreign male. "Go on space man. Let's hear what you have to say." She sighed and looked around at the others. "As for the rest of you, chill and be respectful or I swear to God I will absorb you until you can't see straight. And trust me, being absorbed when I'm angry hurts like hell." She huffed air out through her nose. She realized that probably wasn't much of a first impression on her part but she was acting more mature than the squabbling morons before her.

Delta Squad (Young Superheroes)

Hart yelped when Nic took her hands. "Don't!" The words weren't out of her mouth quickly enough as an obvious transfer from Nic absorbed into her. To him it wouldn't be painful, more or less just as if someone had stolen his breath for a bit. She yanked her hand away from him, feeling all the knowledge from the files he'd read seep into her mind. Ugh knowledge transfers always gave her a major headache. Sitting down in a chair she pulled out her gloves, slipping them on her hands lest someone else try to touch her. "Thank you for the warm welcome but you should probably not do that anymore." Putting her fingers to her temples she rubbed the spot. Knowledge headaches were the worst and it annoyed her that she wasn't able to stop that from happening. She should be able to control her powers by now. She sighed. The other boy addressed her from across the table. "I'm Steampunk but the few friends that I have call me John." She nodded politely at him. "I guess I'm called Sparkplug. But my name is Hart."

Delta Squad (Young Superheroes)

Hart had only been at the base for about an hour and a half when the loudspeaker woke her up from a lovely nap. "All members of Delta Squad report to Mission Control for briefing." The little woman sighed, dragging herself up from the large bed and rubbing a hand across her eyes and through her tangled red locks. The files she'd been given were sitting on top of her carpet bag. She hadn't even bothered to check them yet. She realized though, that this would be the first time she'd be meeting the rest of her team mates. At that thought she shot off the bed and out of the room, her converse padding almost noiselessly across the sleek floors. She was dressed simply in ripped skinny jeans and a white tank top, comfy but not stifling. She carried a pair of black leather gloves in her back pocket, just in case it was required she touch anyone or anything. For the most part she was getting much better at controlling her absorptions but she was still careful. Bounding through the door she noticed there was already three people in the room. Two guys and a girl. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and mischief. Striding across the floor she came to stand by the large table, not yet sitting down. Out of the corner of her eyes she watched the others, studying them and creating judgements. She was trying to guess their powers, betting with herself on who could do what.

Delta Squad (Young Superheroes)

Wait... I'm not entirely sure what you want us to PM you. I ish confuzzled.

The Plague called Mankind.

Indeedidlydo.