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XAVIER INSTITUTE
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// WINTER


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Interested.
In Beta Testers Needed 2 yrs ago Forum: News
Good luck with the project.

"But yeah, that's pretty much the crew. We've got a big Breakfast Club vibe… except there's more of us, I guess. And there wasn't a real buff lady. And we're not in detention…"

Honestly, that was quite a lot of details about their teammates to process. But it was very much appreciated. Then the mind began to wander about who would become wary of a "convict" on the team. Iñigo was mentally prepared for the questions and the assumptions from... well, everyone on this island. And the amount of energy it would've taken to constantly correct everybody was not worth it. Not that they were going to try. Then a simple pat on the shoulder interrupted their train of thought. To say that Iñigo was caught off-guard would be an understatement. Their entire arm was shivering despite the warm weather and the pleasant chat with Rory. And they were subconsciously holding their breath, releasing it quite abruptly once they were alone. It was unnerving.


Location: PRCU - Western Canada
The Homecoming Trials #1.38: Settling In

Interaction(s): Haleigh Crawford @Kuro
Previously: Initiation

By the time the convoy made its presence heard, Iñigo had suppressed the unease from earlier and was more than ready for the trials. Then their mood was ruined when the team's faculty representative greeted everyone. They did not want any more reminders of the unpleasant arrival on campus. Seeing the "personal guru" didn't help whatsoever. It was just another person to lie to on an ever-growing list. Iñigo was paying little attention to the other representative and his team. But, for a brief moment, they glanced up from the ground to witness one of the team members being actively avoided. Iñigo frowned at the sight and tried to get his attention with a simple wave, but he was already gone. Then the time came to depart for the campsites, something they particularly dreaded.

Camping was something that never interested Iñigo. There just wasn't any compelling about the activity other than the scenery. But if they wanted to experience the wilderness, they would've hiked or watched a nature documentary instead. Hell, gardening was more fun than setting up a tent. Not that the tents provided were necessarily terrible; there were worst options out there. But before getting their tent up, Iñigo headed to the student advisor to request vegan for dinner. It wasn't like they didn't eat meat; they were exhausted after having to consume cold burritos and frozen sandwiches for five months straight. Tad, the student advisor, seemed all right enough to chat with relative ease. But they still planned on avoiding the counselor entirely out of an abundance of caution.

Fortunately, the girl in the wheelchair needed help getting her tent up, and it was an easier way of introducing themselves to the team. Better than awkwardly mumbling their name around the campfire late into the night. Iñigo approached her and introduced themselves with a soft smile, "I am more than willing to help you out, camarada." So much for a good first impression, imbécil! The smile faded ever so slightly at the slip-up. "Sorry... Let's just set this tent up."

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For such a confidential assignment, one would assume that an interstellar company like ExoGeni would've paid for better bunks. It wasn't like they didn't have the credits to spend. Antelmo Águila-Paiva struggled to get a decent night's sleep due to the relatively small mattress provided to him. So that explained why he was already at the cafeteria when the helmsman announced that they had arrived at their destination: a barren, frozen hellscape known as Faringor. There wasn't much to note about the planet other than it being the location used in the gothic horror classic, Starless. A tiny part of Antelmo had secretly hoped the assignment would take them to the well-preserved sets on the planet's icy surface.

Then, the helmsman made sure to mention that Laine was waiting for everyone at operations. Antelmo didn't know what to make out of the other human. Other than the fact that the old man had a closet of secrets for being N7. And that included his time on Anhur during the revolt, undoubtedly laboring for the Alliance and their interests abroad. Nobody with such experience in the art of warfare would've helped some industrial planet out of the kindness of their heart. No, they only got involved because it crippled batarian investments in the long run. Antelmo pondered whether the Alliance would have intervened if the oppressors were turian or asari. But of course, he found out the answer a long time ago.

Antelmo made sure to gear up for landfall, examining his rifle and submachine gun to ensure they were ready for action. Then, he changed into simple garments meant to be worn under armor. And by the time he emerged from the armory, the well-worn partisan armor brought forth much-needed color within the vessel. Antelmo arrived just in time to hear the XO complain about never being sent somewhere nice. He made his way over to one of the empty chairs in the room and decided to answer her question in a rather cheeky manner, "I've learned recently that if an assignment involves going to some backwater planet, the pay's higher. But given we're gonna be on the planet used in Starless, our pay will be shit."

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Location: PRCU - Western Canada
The Homecoming Trials #1.25: Initiation

Interaction(s): Rory Tyler @webboysurf
Previously: New Arrival

The gentle breeze of the warm afternoon felt nice while it tickled the olive skin of an observer. That was who Iñigo was, and it didn't bother them in the slightest. Perhaps it was because of their frequent visits to The Strip caused them to often watch tourists roaming about. Or maybe they just enjoyed seeing life unfold from a distance; there wasn't any reason to think about it til now. And it didn't help that their teammates were scarcely having a conversation. In fact, everyone was absolutely starting to disperse from each other, if only briefly, before the trials tonight. Iñigo felt relieved they won't have to explain themselves (and the reason for their late arrival) to the others—for now, at least. But, of course, someone had to approach them all of a sudden. ¿Por qué yo, dios?

"Hey, my name is Rory, it's nice to meet ya. I see you're with Team 21... I'm heading back to the House to pack some stuff for the Trials. Why don’t ya join me, and we can meet up with the others?"

Rory seemed nice. And the fact he didn't instantly act like he was talking to a convict was a good enough sign for Iñigo. It meant that details of their sudden arrival hadn't spread to the team yet. But perhaps their teammate was doing an excellent job of hiding the fact. Regardless of his intentions, his presence was quite endearing, and it would've been rude for them to leave him hanging. Something engraved by their mother at a young age and constantly brought up whenever their little brother was being a little shit at... no. Don't think about them now—not while someone's here. Iñigo shook their teammate's hand and got up from the planter. Their smile was genuine despite still bearing a headache from the inhibitor earlier (it usually lasted twelve hours in the best case).

"Sure, it isn't like I have nothing better to do. The name's Iñigo, by the way." Iñigo smirked at Rory before beginning the lengthy walk back to the dorms. They felt delighted to be walking around without being surrounded by a ten-foot barbed wire fence, having hostile guards beside them every day, or wearing that awful inhibitor. It was fucking liberating. But the awkward silence between their fellow teammate was going to kill that feeling. So to preserve it for as long as humanly possible, Iñigo decided to kick-start a conversation by throwing a seemingly harmless question at Rory (in truth, it was their clever way of learning about the others rather than going in blind and playing catch-up at the trials). "So... what are the others like? I am quite curious about our crew of misfits."

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The visitation area was one of the places Iñigo Giménez-Pozo frequented for the last five months. Guards usually made a big deal whenever he left his cell that it just became a procedure. One guard would wait to escort the detainee to their destination while the other fastened an inhibitor onto them. Whether they were heading to the cafeteria or the library didn't matter to the guards. Or how often trips to the infirmary were for recurring migraines and nausea—the result of frequent inhibitor usage. But as expected, the guards didn't care about the state of an illegal hyperhuman. Like many other detainees in the detention center, Iñigo was subjected to verbal and physical abuse from them. There conveniently was no evidence of their wrongdoings to file a complaint against them.

And detainees that push forth despite the threats and intimidation tactics often find themselves deported or in solitary confinement for weeks. That was how Iñigo ended up in solitary for one week. On the sixth day, he began to feel his sanity gradually slipping away. The constant noise of pounding against the metal doors and windows that kept him up during the night wasn't helping. His mind would've been lost on the third day if it wasn't for his ability. The very thing that got him condemned by society and tore his family apart was keeping him sane. And with each use, Iñigo understood its benefits and limitations better. Then, while altering his right hand to appear slightly wrinkled, a lone guard opened the metal door, holding an inhibitor in his hand before tossing it to him.

Iñigo smiled for the first time in days.

Waiting in the visitation area for a half hour was nothing compared to a week in solitary. Iñigo followed his attorney into one of the secluded rooms and sat on the plastic chair. There was an absent expression on the attorney's face while pulling papers from his bag and placing them on the table. Before he could ask if he was alright, two complete strangers in professional wear entered the room and approached the chairs across from him. Iñigo turned to his attorney with a nervous look, whispering a question about their presence. One of them was an older woman with her graying hair in a neat ballerina bun, wearing a decently expensive navy blue sculpted suit. She also pulled out papers from her leather bag, along with a laptop, and placed them next to her on the table.

The other was an older bald man in a black lazio suit, staring at them as if trying to listen to their conversation. But he was confident and poised with no emotion like he had done this act over a dozen times. Iñigo looked back at his attorney and started getting up from his seat, which was when the older man cleared his throat. His arms were now resting on the table as he spoke with an authoritative but soft-spoken voice. "I suggest remaining, Mr. Giménez-Pozo; you'd be interested in what we have to offer."


Location: PRCU - Western Canada
The Homecoming Trials #1.15: New Arrival

Interaction(s): N/A
Previously: N/A

There were eyes on the new student upon his arrival on campus, which was hard to avoid. Students and faculty alike stared at the stranger dressed in a blue prison jumpsuit with canvas slip-on deck shoes. Of course, it didn't help that he was the only person with an armed escort consisting of two guards. Their presence was required to "complete the transfer of custody over to the university from United States soil." But the arrangement never considered how humiliating it would've been to be paraded around like a hardened criminal for everyone to judge in silence. It wasn't helping that the inhibitor was causing the worst headache imaginable ever since arriving on the island. And, as almost expected, those sensations worsened upon entering the Administration Building.

Inside, every student waiting by the chancellor's office was immediately staring at the new arrival. One of them even took a discreet picture of him before acting all innocent. Iñigo Giménez-Pozo glared angrily at them before staring down at the floor in defeat; he was too exhausted to respond accordingly. The office, for the most part, didn't stand out to a former university student other than being more vintage. He kept staring down, minding his own business as the guards approached the chancellor to receive confirmation of the transfer. And with the sound of pen on paper, Iñigo officially transferred from one prison to another—but this one was more liberating in a sense. He heard the guards leaving the room but didn't notice the chancellor had taken off the inhibitor.

"I'd normally begin with a question to better understand my students, but..." Jonas Lehrer sighed and discarded the inhibitor into the small trash bin beside his desk. For a brief second, subtle sullen lingered in the air that would've gone undetected if it wasn't obvious. It was defused by a warm, soft smile from the chancellor. Iñigo admittedly felt awkward with the sudden shift towards a more sympathetic environment after living in a dentation center for five months. It was quite bizarre to experience. "...you need rest. I had my assistant set up an appointment at the infirmary for a check-up tomorrow. Your uniform is on the desk, along with your belongings. And the opening ceremony will start soon if you're up to attending it. Otherwise, you can rest for the day in your room."

Iñigo went over to the desk and seized the plastic bag containing only a photo of his family that was originally in his wallet. The rest of his belongings (his wallet, phone, and clothes) were declared "lost" months ago by the dentation center. A complaint was filed, but there wasn't enough information for them to reach a decision. Nevertheless, he was relieved to see the photo untouched by those bastards. "Gracias." Iñigo said softly before cursing at himself for the accidental slip-up in language, all ready to apologize.

But instead, Jonas shook his head and said without any hesitation in his voice, "It's no problem, Inigo."
By the time Iñigo changed into his school uniform and arrived at the stadium, the opening speech had ended as students went to their designated teams. He was assigned to Team 21, known as Blackjack, and scrambled toward the other members hoping the others didn't notice the late arrival. As he got closer to the group, conversations were already taking shape. And it was quite daunting for someone that didn't have many buddies back at the detention center. Sure, there were visits between his lawyer and chats with his remaining friends over the phone. But those were nothing compared to informal talks with complete strangers in an unfamiliar environment. So instead of initiating a conversation, Iñigo waited for someone else to do it while relaxing near a planter.

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Been feeling like shit. I will try to get something down this week too.
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Iñigo Alba Giménez-Pozo
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Iñigo stands at 6 feet tall, weighing 200 pounds with his soft, round endomorph body. His amber eyes harmonize with his dark brown long wavy hair that's taken care of often. He has his father's olive skin tone and a small gap tooth. While inheriting a low hairline and metabolism from his mother. As for his personal style, it's androgynous with a mixture of casual and edgy. But he often wears long leather motorcycle boots with grey denim. That's when he isn't in his P.R.C.U. uniform, of course. Given his ability, though, Iñigo could easily change his look in an instant if he desired to.

For instance, Iñigo regularly transforms his long hair into different hairstyles depending on the occasion. The same notion applies to his clothes and jewelry. And yet, Iñigo's ability isn't everlasting and will always revert back to the clothes he initially was wearing. It also means that body piercings, tattoos, and cosmetics will vanish once he loses consciousness or is under strain. But the latter isn't usually a concern, given he usually sleeps.

Iñigo can duplicate other people and fictional characters but won't receive their talents and hyper-abilities (if they have any in the first place).
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Talía Giménez and Gabriel Pozo sought a better life in the United States with their young infant, Iñigo. As undocumented immigrants in Nevada, they lived quiet, reserved lives while working as farmhands for a local farm near Las Vegas. The paychecks were barely enough to afford rent and consistent meals. But it was enough to keep them from going homeless. And more importantly, it provided their son with a normal childhood.

Iñigo Giménez-Pozo was a good student with a passion for history, which led him to take AP classes in high school. As a result, he earned his high school diploma with honors. But instead of leaving his family behind, Iñigo attended the nearby University of Nevada to pursue a degree in history. He maintained a balanced lifestyle between partying with his newfound friends on the Las Vegas Strip and studying all night for midterms with study buddies.

Then the incident occurred.

Iñigo's hyper-gene triggered in the middle of a crowded dance floor during spring break. He still can't recall what occurred after, but eyewitnesses described him rapidly shapeshifting while in excruciating pain. It only stopped when paramedics used a sedative on him before taking him to the hospital. Five days later, Iñigo had awoken to authorities transporting him to a secured facility. There he learned that he was a hype, an undocumented hype.

That was when Iñigo discovered his parents were in ICE custody while his younger brother was taken by CPS. He was unable to do anything other than remain silent while his lawyers talked. And they did talk for five months straight while his parents were deported and his brother was placed in foster care. Then, to avoid the case being taken to the Supreme Court, an agreement was reached with the federal government involving H.E.L.P.

Iñigo would be deported to Canada, instead of the original destination, to enroll at Pacific Royal Collegiate & University. If he were to maintain good behavior and grades and showcase resilience to his ability, then he would be granted US citizenship after graduation. With citizenship, Iñigo will be able to petition for his parents to become US citizens. And he can even petition to be a legal guardian for his younger brother. But, of course, if Iñigo failed to uphold the agreement, he would remain in Canada with refugee status. He would be all alone in an unfamiliar country with his family separated.

So choosing the obvious choice, Iñigo began his first year at P.R.C.U. in the fall semester.
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Shapeshifting was once thought to be nothing more than fiction—used as a literary device for books and superhero comics. Then the existence of Hyperhumans brought the concept into reality with the ability to physically transform oneself. In the case of Iñigo Giménez-Pozo, they are able to transform into humans of any sex exact. Their form is more than capable of deceiving biometrics and individuals. Iñigo could easily be a crucial asset to H.I.T or any covert group as its talented agent if selected for the H.E.A.T. Program.

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Of course, like any other ability, there are limitations to its uses. For instance, Iñigo does not gain the talents and (if any present) abilities from hyperhumans. Their form will disintegrate after seven days of usage or instantly upon losing consciousness. And notably, their body mass is not changeable and will remain at 200 pounds. That's despite the fact that Iñigo can look exactly like a bigger or smaller person if desired. The longer the form, the greater the strain on their body until they are forced to return to their normal self.

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But the most concerning aspect of metamorphosis is regarding the brain. Every alteration, especially ones that last for days, has the potential to cause transient global amnesia (TGA). While symptoms last only 24 hours, MRA scans indicate that Iñigo's mind is worsening every day. They are losing their identity and sanity gradually without knowing. Soon, they will be unable to keep track of who they are. Therefore, it is of the utmost importance that we provide treatment to Iñigo without their knowledge in fear that they will stop using their ability entirely.

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"What woke me?" Iñigo chuckled and then began tapping their head with the index finger. "I guess it'd be my mente jodida."

"Your mind? Enlighten me." The evaluator asked with a warm smile.

"If I know what's going on up there, I wouldn't have restless nights!" Iñigo smiled. But when it was obvious that their answer wasn't enough, they straightened up and began to speak more candidly. "I suspect that it would have something to do with my... 'ability'."

"Why do you say that?"

"Whenever I use it, I can just feel myself slipping into nothingness before I come back. It's like if some kid becomes obsessed with being a chef after playing pretend for a long time." Iñigo was no longer staring at the evaluator. Rather, they were paying attention to their right arm, resting on the table. Then it altered into a caucasian woman's arm covered with scars and tattoos. A moment later, it transformed into an elderly man's wrinkled arm with bruise marks. And then, as if nothing happened, the arm reverted back to its original state. Iñigo looked back up, anticipating either a horrified or astonished expression followed by a series of rapid-fire questions from them to answer.

Instead, the evaluator was sad and only offered a single question, not anticipating an answer. "Does that make you afraid?"

Iñigo frowned and then mumbled, "Más de lo que te puedes imaginary."

A D I S H E V E L E D S T R A N G E R A P P R O A C H E S Y O U A S K I N G F O R H E L P, H O W D O Y O U R E S P O N D?

"¿Eh?" Iñigo stared with no idea how to respond to the question.

"Un extraño desaliña-"

But before the evaluator had the chance to finish, Iñigo interrupted them with a snap of his finger as he figured out what 'disheveled' meant. "Oh! Why didn't you just say that..."

"I suppose it'd depend on the person you would think is unkempt. Because for me, I think someone struggling to afford rent or a decent meal. An immigrant farmworker tired after a long day under the fierce sun. I'd help that person out." Iñigo shrugged his shoulders and then crossed his arms. He then looked at the evaluator and said with a clear hint of displeasure, "But I suspect that you're not talking about that kind of person, aren't you?"

"There are no wrong answers." The evaluator responded plainly.

"Of course not." Iñigo sarcastically remarked but then sighed and leaned back against the metal chair. "I'd know better than get myself in trouble... again. So yeah, I would be mindful around nefarious strangers that are a cause for concern around here."

A N I N T R U D E R A L A R M H A S B E E N S E T O F F O N C A M P U S, H O W D O Y O U R E A C T?

"Hide, I guess."

"How come?" The evaluator raised an eyebrow.

"You're joking, right?" Iñigo cringed at the question while rolling their eyes. "If you read my file, which I don't doubt exists, you'd know my ability is useless against an intruder. All I can do is copy someone flawlessly. I am in no way, shape, or form a fighter."
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