Mintz

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy Roleplay!

The world has been through a lot; years, even decades of catastrophic, world-ending events, from the rise of the malicious AI Ultron to the Destroyer of Worlds, Galactus, and everything in-between, but the world has always had heroes to stand up in the face of unimaginable adversity, with no other being more famous (and on a few occasions, infamous) than the Avengers, Earth's mightiest heroes. But in recent times, the Avengers have become a shadow of their former selves; after a confrontation with the Mad Titan Thanos, possessing the powers of the Infinity Stones, the whole universe was afflicted by an event called The Snap, where the Titan used the Infinity Stones to erase half of all life in the universe. Eventually, though, after several years, the heroes of Earth (and even beyond) were able to rectify this catastrophe...But not without its costs.

Captain America finally hung up his shield, passing both it and his title to Sam Wilson, the Falcon, who had been a faithful companion of his as he fought in the 21st century. Iron Man, having been the one to finish off Thanos with the power of the Infinity Stones, nearly died from it; now he lies near-catatonic in a hidden S.H.I.E.L.D facility suffering from an unknown advanced form of cosmic radiation, slowly killing him, with their top scientists working on an answer to the malaise. In his absence, James Rhodes took back up the mantle of War Machine to fill the void where Stark once stood. Thor has left Earth behind after the events that transpired with Thanos, trying to grapple with the loss of his home, Asgard, as well as his own failings therein. Many other Avengers became estranged as well after the 'Infinity War', as it was, with some of them leaving the Avengers outright or taking a backseat after this latest crisis, for a myriad of reasons.

The Hulk, who at this point had reached an accord with Bruce Banner and became the entity colloquially known as 'Professor Hulk', recognized the strain the Avengers were now placed under, with members leaving at a rapid pace. Thus, he came to a conclusion; the world would need to be prepared for even further dangers after the Mad Titan's assault, as the uneasy peace they held now wouldn't last. As such, with generous funding from STARK Industries courtesy of Tony's wife and current CEO of the company, Virginia 'Pepper' Potts, Hulk founded Avengers Academy, with the intent of training the next generation of superheroes to face whatever would threaten their world next. The Academy certainly had its work cut out for it, though....

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Hello! my name is Mintz, and I'm here to introduce my take on a Marvel RP; The New Marvels! Focusing on younger (teens to young adults) heroes trying to find their footing with the aid and teachings of the newly-appointed Avengers Academy, learning from the greatest heroes in order to become just as, if not greater. In other words, classic superhero coming-of-age stuff...But in Marvel!

As a heads-up, I don't know everything about Marvel. In fact, I'd be scared of anyone who claimed otherwise. This is my own take on the Marvel universe with some spins here and there; I'll try and answer any questions you might have about it to the best of my abilities, but needless to say from the introduction above this, this version of the Marvel universe has already been through the wringer more than a few times, with decades of heroics passing the Earth by. Which brings us to my next point....

My intent when it comes to characters involving this RP will be as such; you can come up with your own original character, as long as they can safely fall into the Marvel Universe without any hitches (which ain't hard lol), create a child of legacy characters (like, say, the son of Steve Rogers or the sort; I already know a few people who'll be involved who are up to this lol), or take existing younger heroes (like, say, Miles Morales or Kamala Khan) and work them around to being your character for this story. But overall, skies the limits!

I look forward to seeing who might be interested in such a thing. Hopefully, I'll be seeing you all in the Academy. :D

Ju-V

Alright, here's my shot! Hopefully he'll seem adequate; left a few spots blank, but it's all stuff that isn't prudent to his case, really. At least it shouldn't be unless I seriously screwed up lol

Moth Man

M O T H M A N

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K A I D E N N E W M A N ◼ J A N U A R Y 8 ( 1 9 ) ◼ M A L E

"Hullo! I'm hoping we can all be good friends here. And no, I don't bite."

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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"I'm terribly sorry if my appearance frightens you...Can't really fix that, though."

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 6'6"

◼ WEIGHT | 230 lbs.

◼ BUILD | Built (for a moth guy...?)

◼ HAIR COLOUR | Brown - Now White

◼ EYE COLOUR | Green - Now Red

◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR | Blue Magenta (8882be)

◼ OTHER | Body is covered in chitinous scales, alongside a thin layer of strange, powdery dust, with what lies below being a dense exoskeleton. Wings are also composed of chitin, though specially altered for proper functioning. Unlike most moths, he has a proper mouth, though it also rather disturbingly has an extendable proboscis.

//DESCRIPTION:
Kaiden has the unfortunate 'gift' of looking like a moth monster from an 80s horror flick. His whole appearance is unnatural, to put it nicely, between his compound eyes (of which some are present even on his chitinous shoulders, disturbingly enough), multiple arms with razor-sharp claws, spindly little feet, and the odd proportions of his body that are only able to be supported through the complex and dense system of chitinous scales and plates that cover his form, and he makes for someone nobody is ever prepared to meet for the first time.

Also, yes, his floof is rather warm and nice to touch. But don't touch without permission; that's rude.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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"It has been a rough couple of days. But I'm sure I can put this all behind me! Eventually..."

Kaiden was born in a place where everyone knew his name; specifically Coldfoot, Alaska, a town with not even 50 people to its name. Practically 'nowhere' by any other name. But it was home. His father, Nathaniel Newman, was an Ethologist all the way from California who had made his way up North to pursue his craft, studying the natural behavior of the myriad of wildlife present in the small town's nearby National Park and Wildlife Refuge. As such, as a boy, young Kaiden spent many, many days alongside his old man in the beautiful snowy wilderness of Alaska (with professional guides, of course).

Growing up, while he found his father's work inspiring, Kaiden didn't seek to directly follow in his footsteps. He found a more creative soul within himself; a desire to write, to inscribe all the wonders of nature he'd come across for all to be able to witness through text. In other words, he wished to become a writer, and seemed quite well on his way, given how exemplary he performed in school (which, granted, he and his dad had to drive miles and miles each day to even get to). After graduating, Kaiden had plans to go abroad to Harvard to further his education before he became an author, but the world had different plans; his father fell ill shortly after he graduated, and he wasn't willing to part while knowing they were unwell.

...That's how he got stuck in his hometown for almost two years.

Thankfully, he didn't spend it twiddling his thumbs; he'd picked up a job working at the local library as an aide. It wasn't great-paying work, but it had a pleasant atmosphere for the bookish young man, so he hardly complained. However, something rather strange happened recently...It had been a late shift for him, wanting to make a little overtime pay to treat some of his high school friends to a nice dinner, as some of them were finally going to leave Coldfoot behind, just as he had planned. It had been a weirdly busy day though, and it didn't help when those selfsame friends dropped in unannounced to goof about during his work hours; in other words, he was drained. Just a little shut-eye wouldn't hurt...

Kaiden felt shifts. Something...Cracking? Splitting open, almost. He felt twinges across his whole body, but it felt numb, as if it wasn't even his own body anymore. For some reason, all of that didn't shake him out of his stupor. But the shrill scream of a young lady certainly did. His eyes flashed open, but immediately, something was very wrong. He was seeing too much - as silly as that sounds - and it all looked so...Different. Like fractals of everything around him. He shook it off though, as he was more worried about who was giving off that awful noise. Turned out, it was Marilyn, one of his friends. Seemed like she'd tried to pop back in late in his shift, though for what reasons, he couldn't say. Kaiden held his head in his hand; her yell gave him a splitting - wait. His hand...The fingers were wrong. He was missing two, and the look of them- suddenly, with his jarring sense of vision, he began to grasp more of himself. He was taller, bigger, and heaver than he had ever been before. He stood a full head and-a-half over Marilyn, for Chrissake! And there was all this weird white fur over his body, covering up so much of his arms and le-...

What on EARTH were his legs?! Like off-kilter sticks, yet they somehow miraculously supported his new mass. Then he felt them flitter, and eyes in places he didn't know he could have eyes looked behind him; his wings. His...Wings? It was all so overwhelming; the new sights, the new senses, the new body, all of it was far too much. Kaiden recoiled at the sight of himself, accidentally launching back into a bookshelf with a grunt as it fell on top of him. If he was human, he probably could have died. But...

With arms he didn't realize he now possessed, he pushed up with inhuman strength, and accidentally launched the bookshelf through the roof. Literally. Now that was already jarring enough, but what came next boggled him even more. Looking up in that fresh hole, with Marilyn's screams fading into mere background noise, he saw them; twinkling stars held bright against the night of Alaska. And something in him desperately wanted to reach that incandescent light...And so it did.

He flew. Higher, higher, and higher still. In a way, it was liberating; to forget everything else and just reach to the stars, though far more literally than he could ever imagine. Even then, though some human part of his brain kicked in, trying to tell him that this way wrong. Thankfully, it reached him, because by the time he snapped back to reality, he was hundreds of feet up into the air. It was a panicked descent, certainly, and a rough one, but he made it back to ground level, plopping into the deep snow.

The rest, as they say, is history.

News travels fast in a town so self-contained, and it didn't take long for Nathaniel to catch word of what happened (well, that being that either his son became a giant moth man, or was eaten by one; he was hoping for the former). While he wasn't back to perfect health, he had been on the up-and-up for some time, and he wouldn't take this lying down. His boy was in danger; either from himself, or from the people who would see him as a monster. So he made a call back home. To AEGIS. While his arrival was delayed tremendously due to his unique situation, being so completely inhuman in comparison to many other Metas, he was lined up to join his fellow Metahumans in the Ju-V program inside the newly refurbished and repurposed Alcatraz Island all the way in California.

...Well, at least it would be a new experience?

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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"I want the chance to be who I am still, underneath all the...Scales and fluff."

Kaiden wants nothing more than to put all of this behind him (in no small part due to how absolutely terrifying his first day being this freak of nature turned out to be). If it means he has to be a model citizen for a few months or years, he's more than happy to do so. He already considers himself a bit of an orderly; but that comes from his past life, one that came without major conflicts or threats. He's woefully unprepared for the place he will have to set foot in, and one can only hope he comes out the other side unscathed.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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"Well, I can fly, I'm strong and durable, I can smell things miles away...Why, I sound like Superman!...If he were a bug."

//ABILITIES:
◼ Superhuman Physiology | Kaiden has the proportionate strength of the Atlas Moth, capable of lifting up to 10 times his own body weight; nearly 20 times if he strains himself severely, effectively equaling out to 1-2 tons of lifting strength. His chitinous exterior makes him very bulky as well, able to deflect knives, firearms, and even avoid severe damage from more extreme options, like explosives. Additionally, his body seems to possess shockingly few vital organs, effectively only needing his heart and brain to survive, making him deceptively tenacious.

◼ Compound Eyes/Superhuman Smell | Kaiden possesses a multitude of compound eyes; two on his head, and two smaller sets on each of his shoulders. Not only do these grant him extremely heightened sight but they can even see ultraviolet rays, which are normally invisible to the human eye. Additionally, due to just how many he has, Kaiden possesses a great scope of vision around his general person at all times. Kaiden also smells and feels through his large antennae and small microscopic hairs that cover his hands and feet. However, his sense of smell is the far greater one, able to not only smell over a massive 70 mile radius, but able to pinpoint even precise smells within that field, given enough time and focus.

◼ Flight | Kaiden can fly. Shocker, I know - and I don't even entirely mean that in a sarcastic sense. Given his weight, it's downright insane, but you can thank the hyper evolved scaled wings he's packing more than anything else. While he's not exactly a sonic jet, he can fly at moderate paces for extraordinarily long times, and his body and antennae are able to intuitively sense and adjust to shifts in altitude and flight conditions. Thanks to his strength, he's even able to carry a few people, though it'd hinder his speed tremendously.

◼ Sound Muffling | An advanced version of a survival ability some moths have developed, Kaiden can make most movements without generating even a peep (though thankfully this doesn't apply to his voice), thanks in part to the thin layer of dust that coats his body at all times. This makes him unnaturally stealthy in spite of his stature, and it also means anything attempting to detect him thought sonar will ultimately fail. It also softens damage he could take from high-intensity sound waves or the like. His fluff in particular makes for an exceptional sound dampener.

◼ Low-Temp Resistance | In stark contrast to normal moths (perhaps due to his current living conditions when he underwent his changes), Kaiden is extremely tolerant of low temperatures, especially in the sections of his body where his fur is most dense, such as around his head, arms, and legs.

◼ ??? | Due to the current understandings of Kaiden's abilities, it is believed he may possess more specialized features from other subspecies of moths, but has yet to show these features off. Potential for other abilities include; camouflage, underwater breathing, silk generation, and more possibilities pending; worth further study.

//SKILLS:
◼ Well-Learned | While Kaiden's focus was mostly on literature and writing, he was generally a well-rounded student in his time in school, and his GPA definitely had him pointed towards bright things in his future. Simply put, a smart cookie (but no brainiac, of course).

◼ Outdoorsy | Not something you would expect from someone who so clearly fits the label of 'bookworm' (which is even MORE insulting now than ever before), Kaiden is very well-versed in outdoor exploration and survival skills due to his years of time alongside his father studying the wilderness.

//LIMITATIONS:
◼ Overstimulation | Due to both how new his abilities are and the heights of his new senses, Kaiden is extremely vulnerable to overstimulation, particularly smell. You bring something with too strong a scent near him, and he could end up gagging on it for minutes straight. While sight and sound are not an issue typically, his wings, being his way of detecting sound (yeah, bugs can be fuckin' weird), are quite sensitive to loud noises, and if he views the world in visible light over UV, anything particularly bright, beyond being...Well, still rather bright and hard to stare at, unerringly attracts him towards it. The brighter, the more attractive. He can fight the impulse, but it isn't easy.

◼ Insect | Due to his new insectoid form, Kaiden has two particular vulnerabilities; one is pesticides, which can severely irritate and debilitate him for hours at a time with enough dosage. The other is fire; due to the initial layer of dust scales covering his body, he can be extremely flammable. Which is obviously extremely unpleasant.

◼ Alcohol...? | Yep, we're serious. An embarrassing new side effect of being a moth is that he is invariably attracted to alcohol of all sorts, and worst of all, absolutely cannot hold his liquor. If he can scent out a bottle of the stuff (wine and sweetened beer proving particularly effective), he can't stop himself until he finds it and gets a taste, and by the time he's gotten that far, he'll be wasted and twitching out on the floor in seconds flat. He really, really hates his power.

//WEAKNESSES:
◼ Inexperienced | Just like any other new Metahuman, he's had a steep learning curve; but perhaps worse than most, what with the bevvy of new senses and sights he's had to try and comprehend, on top of his massively warped physiology.
◼ Naive | He'd hardly consider it a 'weakness', but Kaiden likes to think the best of people and situations. A permanent optimist. In other words, when someone plays their cards right, they could get whatever they want out of the poor guy and he'd likely be none the wiser. Though, in this environment, such a weakness will hardly stick around for long if he wants to live any kind of life...

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:
▼ ALLIES
◼ Immediate Family | Kaiden loves his parents more than the whole world, and the feeling's always been mutual. Granted...He never got a real chance to talk to them after everything happened. He hopes they won't think any differently of him...

▼ FRIENDS
◼ 'City' Of Coldfoot | In a place so small, everyone's either a close friend or a bitter enemy, and Kaiden liked making lots of friends. Granted, he didn't exactly see anyone standing up for him after he changed...

▼ ENEMIES
◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS
◼ USA | Coldfoot, Alaska

//PARAPHERNALIA
◼ TBD | Test

Ju-V

Fair 'nuff; it's never easy to jump in late. Real quick question, given that everyone has used realistic references for their characters. I was thinking of making someone who is more severely affected by their metahuman ability to the point of having a monstrous appearance. This would, of course, mean I can't really use a normal piece of reference art for such a thing, so basically I'm asking if that could be something on the table? If not, though, I can workshop something else.

Ju-V

Gosh, I remember seeing this RP waaay back when it was first brought up; guess I totally blanked on marking this page down. Still, I see it's open, so is there any chance for a little late addition? Although I'll actually have to brew up a character concept lmao

Pokemon: Jaded Champion

New Bark Town ----> Route 29, Morning

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Crikey, there were way more winners that she would've thought. Ginger expected, like, one more after her or somethin', not THREE! 'F course, there was the original lad who was here before her, but she hadn't paid him much mind. That was, until she caught him lookin' her down, which he broke in a hurry. A smug look crossed her face. Sure, Ginger didn't feel like being bothered right now, but it wasn't like she tried to look this way to not stand out. Plus...He was cute enough. The adorable little pup that was his helped as well; while she wouldn't dare let it show on her face, she couldn't help but think how cute it looked darting to and fro as it introduced itself to the other Pokémon who were out and about. It also made her thankful she'd kept Chili Pepper in her ball; she somehow doubted they would make the best first impression...

The next one up was a lass (the only other gal amongst them, she noted with some disdain), who clearly hadn't prepared herself to actually meet the Champion face-to-face, judging by that complete Darumaka-shite introduction. Didn't even give a name. Talk about improper. Ginger's eyes turned to size up the diminutive Pokémon she had on her shoulder. A Ralts, eh? Rare one for sure, and Hoennian in origin, if she was remembering right. Still...That sentiment didn't seem right for the girl herself. Something about that crap she was wearing marked her off as odd (like she was one to talk though); like something a schoolgirl would be wearing. What, did she think they were all gonna go off to Trainer School with all the pre-K goblins to learn that Fire beats Grass? She snorted to herself while her attention flickered to another newcomer.

Wow, now that? That was awkward. She'd have to give the lass more credit; she at least said something. Was this bloke even apart of the winners circle? Maybe not. Least it'd be one less face Ginger would have to remember, if that were the case. Then that left...Oh sweet Arceus, that tyke was leaking nervous energy. Still, she'd give him the point for tryin', unlike the secondary brooding benchwarmer. It was obvious though that even if he was meant to be here, he was absolutely unprepared for it. Suddenly, given her 'competition', Ginger was feeling a lot better about herself...And in turn, a whole lot worse about this journey at large. Of course, she'd have been remiss to ignore the new pup who was now prancing around the group, quick to get cozy with both its fellow dog Pokémon, as well as....The Champ. Yikes.

...Still, Ginger was definitely jealous. Rockruff was such a cute Pokémon, but she'd never been able to find one back home. Even if she had, it probably wouldn't have liked her all that much...While her face didn't change, the more perceptive of the bunch could tell that Ginger's eyes gained a venomous edge. Speaking of that pup, the Champ soon spoke up about its carefree attitude, and...Ginger would have to agree. Sure, he seemed like a lovely little guy, but she also knew that Rockruff were prone to getting, well, rough at times, even ones that are normally well-mannered. Not to mention that, in general, letting your Pokémon just wander about is an easy way to get into trouble...She'd know.

Ginger continued to listen as the Champion spoke, telling them of their plan to cut through Route 29 and make a stop on 46 partway through to give 'em some breathing room....Seriously? If the plan was to just walk the bloody Hell back through the route, then why even make them all meet at the start of it?! This all coulda just happened at Cherrygrove! While she didn't hide a grumble of discontent, she wasn't ready to step into the verbal ring with the Champion. That is, until something else he said rubbed her the wrong way.

...Nothing worth catching? What was that supposed to mean? Sure, Ginger'd be the first to say that all the little rodents and birds that mainly populated the Route weren't exactly impressive (though at the very least it was more diverse than the region had been in the past; migration patterns or the like, she hadn't paid too much attention to that crap back in school), but to say they weren't even worth their notice, effectively, was...Cruel.

"Yeah, I got a question." Marching forward from the sidelines of the gathered lot, Ginger took center stage, not hiding the disdain in her glare. "Th' shite didja mean when you said there ain't nothin' 'worth catching'? What, they not strong enough for your tastes, oh mighty Champion?" Was she doing the equivalent of pouring gasoline on a flame that would've died off in seconds otherwise? Yes. But she didn't care; what he said had pissed her off, and she wouldn't take it sitting down.

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Interacting With/Mentioning: Everyone (primarily Isaac)

Pokemon: Jaded Champion

Cherrygrove City ---> New Bark Town

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"P!

O!

K!

E!

M!

ON!

POKEMON!"

Early to bed, and early to rock, that...Wasn't, like, a motto or anything, but it was at least what Ginger Lockhearte had ended up doing this fine morning, her guitar hooked up to an amp to let her early jam session really go to 11! Plus, this place wasn't nothin' like Galar; there were so few folks in this 'city' that she really wasn't concerned about bugging anyone. Besides, most of the old folks could probably sleep right through this...

As Ginger kept riffing away on Roxie's OG hit single (though she was more partial to her latest hit, Baneful Bunker), she hadn't even noticed that her mum had knocked on the door at least five times, and having given up being acknowledged, had still rather politely opened the door to her upstairs room in a very quiet and subtle nature, waiting for her daughter to reach a lull in her session. Which she received by chance, when Cheepy, who had mostly been enjoying the rockout her trainer was delivering, had abruptly decided to waddle her way off the bedside and go messing with her amp, unplugging it midway through the next verse. "Wha-?! Cheepy! Why, you lil' bugger!" She brusquely nabbed up the bratty little Poison-Type, wrangling her away from her precious gear, when her mum's singsong voice echoed throughout the room, now devoid of ear-blasting sound. "Dear? Do you know what day it is?"

Only just now realizing her mum was in the room gave Ginger a bit of a start, but she recovered quickly enough, plopping Chili Pepper back onto the bed. "Whatcha mean? S'just a Wednesday, right?" Her mum, with what felt in the moment like an all-knowing smile, quickly pulled out a ticket, and it all came flooding back.

"...THAT'S TODAY?!"

"Indeed it is, sweetheart! You'd best not keep a Champion waiting, it would be awfully rude, and besides, I'm sure you've been looking forward to today!" With that heart-melter of a smile on her mum's face, Ginger didn't have it in her to tell that she'd been dreading it more than anything. Putting on a smile for her sake, she responded. "Yeah mum, f'course I have! Guess I....Better get ready." "Well, it's nice to be eager, but I want to make sure you get a good breakfast in beforehand! And, well...I'm not sure whether they have some other method of knowing you're one of the winners, so you ought to keep the ticket with you when you go." Being quickly handed the winning ticket, her mother began to leave back downstairs. "Be sure to come down once you're all packed up!"

Some time later...

Ginger's mum was great, but her doting nature had made actually leaving the house for this journey troublesome. Between making her breakfast and then expecting her to even have seconds of the darn thing (....which she did), and her fussing over her appearance (she still thought Ginger should lose the hair dye, but she put way too much work into this look to just toss it!), she'd been held up way longer than intended, but fortunately, making it to sleepy ol' Bark Town was as simple as a hop, skip, and jump. Just had to pass through Route 29, which she'd been through a dozen times at this point. Even while keeping Chili Pepper in her ball, most wild 'Mons steered clear of her on her path through, especially the poor bird Pokémon who were far from eager to get caught by a Nuzzle yet again.

Avoiding any major catastrophe, Ginger had made it to the end of the Route, and, well...The Champ at least made it easy to find them, with their signature Blaziken chilling outside their ball like they owned the place. Seemed she wasn't the first one here...And even more surprisingly, not the last, given how held up she'd gotten. With a deep sigh, Ginger strutted her way over, waving her ticket around as her sign of officiality. "Yo. 'M one of the winners. Judgin' by them," She commented, thrusting a thumb towards the stoic Blaze Pokémon. "I must be in the right place. Ginger." With that last bit, she motioned to herself to clarify that it was her name, and wasting no time, went to hug the other end of the exit to New Bark Town, leaning against the treeline away from the Champ and that other kid. It was way too early in the morning to end up in a proper chat, by her margins, and besides...She felt way too awkward trying to talk to the Champion, especially with their ace just casually out and about! Talk about intimidating. She couldn't even imagine measuring up to a Pokémon like that...

And so, having made her piece, Ginger was all too happy to keep her distance, tousling her multi-colored hair of the way as she went about re-tuning her guitar after the morning session.

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Interacting With/Mentioning: Isaac, Danny

Pokemon: Jaded Champion

Gotta love a group that'll come out the gates swinging....

On each other, that is. xD

Pokemon: Jaded Champion

Ginger Lockhearte

"Th' names' Ginger, 'n don't ya EVER forget it!"

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Character name: Ginger Lockhearte

Sex: Female

Age: 17

Appearance: Ginger stands fairly tall at 5'9 (175 CM), but her build is lanky and unkempt, notably unathletic despite her choice of attire showing herself off. Her hair is...Obviously not natural. What gave it away, the six different colors? She uses plenty of dyes, and often too, though in the rare instances where she forgets or simply hasn't had time to keep up with her demanding hairstyle, her brown roots can start to tear through.

She wears a heavily cropped black tank-top that she rarely ever changes, even in extreme temperatures (much to her regret at times), and her thick cargo pants that share the same coloration, complete with a sortie of pockets she uses to hold all sorts of things, from berries, to medicine, to anything else a trainer could need...Or she would, if she were at all prepared for this. She also wears striped gloves and stockings, reminiscent of a Galarian Zigzagoon in a sense, and a belt that packs the same color combination, if not anywhere near the same sort of pattern. Lastly would be her muddy-brown boots, more than a little worn, as if she's already been on a few little adventures of her own.

Or maybe they're just old.

...Oh, and we probably shouldn't forget about her guitar, which ranks as her most important object on her person (....Okay, it's behind her partner's Pokeball. Barely.), and she can and will enact violence both physical and verbal upon anyone who so much as touches it without her express permission, of which she will never give...Probably.

Personality: Ginger is certainly...Rough around the edges. Having fallen in with the wrong crowd back in her homeland of Galar, this punk-rock gal has a bite to her that most aren't eager to bear with. She's quick to aggression, whether in or out of a Pokémon battle, and isn't afraid to get up in people's faces when she feels slighted or wronged in any way. Underneath the crass exterior, however, is a sweet girl whose just too upset with herself to get out of the funk she's been in for years, and her previous company didn't help in that matter. As such, while she's got an exterior rockier than an Onix, if you're willing to bear through with it, and if she can actually let some friendly advice reach through her thick skull, perhaps she can open up and be the kind gal she used to be.

Bio: Ginger's story begins in the region of Galar, raised by a single mother. She never knew her father, and frankly, as she grew up, without anything else to really think of the man, she just believed he was some asshole bum who left her greater-than-Arceus mum behind like a real class-act arse. Her mum was a Pokémon nurse, working in a subsidiary of the Pokémon Centers everyone knows and loves, so she made a more than acceptable living, and that reflected in that younger Ginger. She never had to want for much in life, and with her doting and kind mum by her side, she grew to be a kind and reliable little lady. Really, the only thing she ever 'wanted' was to take on the Galar Pokémon League, having grown up watching all kinds of exciting battles in stadiums region-wide, given the nature of her mum's work took them to and fro.

Her mother gave her the chance to eventually pursue this dream when she was around 14; while the staff never figured out who exactly had left it behind, a Pokémon egg was found in her mum's workplace, and when no one could be found to claim it as their own, she chose to bring it home to her sweet daughter, letting her raise the mystery Pokémon from its egg. When it hatched, color them surprised when a Toxel was what greeted their eyes; native to Galar, certainly, but far from a common Pokémon. It was exciting, certainly, but...Well, even raised from an egg, Ginger and the Toxel never seemed to be able to meet eye-to-eye. Regardless, after enough time had managed to make it at least vaguely agreeable in a battle scenario, she excitedly took her opportunity to journey through her home region.

However, her adventure was far from excellent. Toxel, while it always remained by her side, was a constant toxic thorn in her side with its needy, selfish behavior that the clueless young lass was completely unequipped to manage, and for whatever reason, she never quite seemed to get other Pokémon to be all too happy with her either. It was...Demoralizing, but far from the end of the world. She was confident that if she could prove herself in a Gym Battle, perhaps they would find her more approachable and enticing as a potential trainer. So, Ginger boldly went forth to the city of Turffield to face off against Milo, and...

Lost. Spectacularly.

She couldn't understand why; sure, Toxel was being as aggravating as ever, but she thought she had trained him as best she could, and they had a Type advantage, too! What had she done wrong?! While she was politely ushered off the field and to the Pokémon Center after her defeat, it clung to her like the Curse of a Ghost-Type. She was demoralized, and though she attempted the challenge a few times afterwards, they ended up about the same. Too ashamed to go running back with her proverbial tail between her legs to her mum, she half-heartedly wandered the region, and managed to end up in Spikemuth. In most circumstances, not much would've likely happened here, but as it turned out, her partner was quite the popular Pokémon around there. Unexpectedly, she got tied up with some punks in the dingy alleys of the town, and she found that...She kinda vibed with their style. Maybe it was because of how downtrodden and low she was, or maybe she just really needed to let loose, but she took to their reckless and bordering criminal at times activities straight to her heart. Whether it was spray-painting darkened walls or letting loose in big rock sessions, Ginger took to the energy of Spikemuth like a Ducklett to water. Which...Made things extremely awkward when her mom came to find out where her baby girl had gone off to.

See, her mum had apparently gotten a new job offer abroad in Johto, and had, at least initially, declined; she wanted to tell her sweet child about this before she made any decisions, especially since they were off on their all-important Gym Challenge! She was certain her brave young girl was already well on her way to qualifying for the big Tournament to become a champion! But, imagine her surprise when, for the first time in her life, Ginger didn't pick up her Rotom Phone! She tried a few times, but having given up after a week of missed calls, resolved to find her daughter herself, come Distortion World or high waters! It had taken her quite some time, but talking her way through a chain of folks who had seen her girl, mum had found herself in Spikemuth, with a rambunctious and uncouth lass who was almost unrecognizable to the demure and sweet girl who had left the apartment that faithful day.

...But it was still her daughter, and she recognized her instantly, in spite of everything.

While it made for a very awkward scene to have in front of her cool new mates, Ginger was eventually shuffled off by her sweet mum and told the news. At first, she vehemently denied the proposition, though told her mum that she could go if she wanted; that she could look after herself, now, and she had pals she didn't want to leave behind. Ever patient and understanding, her mum agreed, but offered to stick around for the next few weeks in case she changed her mind, also wishing to take the chance to catch up with her little girl. When she told her fellow punks and thugs, however, she got...A surprising response. They told her she should take the shot. They spoke of the kind of gal she was when they'd all first met her, and while they were happy to help her find something new to find strength in, they also knew she was just burnin' her wheels in circles here. She needed to get out there and do something, not just spend her life chumming out in the dark corners of a town that wasn't even her own. At first rightly pissed at their seeming turn, in the self-imposed isolation thereafter, she contemplated...And caved. They were prolly right. With a heavy heart, she gave her goodbyes to her good mates of Spikemuth, and beside her mum, made her way to the new Johto region, a chance at a new life...

And man, did it stink!

Having spent the last year in Cherrygrove City nearly drove her off her rocker. There were so few people her age there, all just a buncha old geezers who didn't get her vibes. Sweet Arceus, most of them hadn't even heard of Roxie! Could ya believe it?! It was bloody miserable. And as far as getting back into the swing of being a Pokémon Trainer? Forget it! There were so few in the area, and they were all novices, the lot of them! Worse yet, after she'd cooked most of their keisters, most of 'em wanted her advice! She couldn't bear all the little tweens and tots tryin' to pry her brain for a cookie crumb of information, so it led to her sticking to their rent-out house most days, and spending her time at night when the brats were put to bed. Still, there wasn't much to do even when a bunch of snot-nosed kids weren't shoved upon her, and, well....She knew she could try the Johto League challenge, but her time in Galar's League still weighed on her. She didn't feel ready...Didn't know if she'd ever feel ready again. So, she stuck to herself, messing about on forums with the home's computer and posting to her mates through her ever-reliable Rotom Phone.

...Things changed very recently. When she got home after a rare morning walk (as Toxel had gotten really pouty, so she relented and scrounged about the nearby route for a few Oren Berries for the ever-needy little lady), her mum had a weird smile on her face. When she asked what was up, it was like a torrent of information. Most prudently, that Ginger had been apparently signed up to some kind of lotto by her mum, unbeknownst to her. No biggie; not like they'd win anything. Except they did. Huh. So, she asked what they won. And it was...A journey through the region's Pokémon League with the Arceus-forsaken Champion of the bloody region?! She could feel her whole body growing cold at the prospect, and she screamed at her mum to do something, like, revoke the reward or something! But, sweet and patient as ever, she simply remarked that she'd already accepted it for her sweet girl, certain that this journey would go much better for her! And she'd have friends to travel with this time, too!

...Ginger was crushed. Absolutely crushed. But...Perhaps some very small part of her held hope, that this might be just what she needed. Or maybe she was just mortified at the prospect of ignoring her reward, as if it would scorn the champion; that's the last thing she'd want! She kept up on the internet, the bloke was a menace! Er, on the battlefield, at least. As a person, from all the talk shows and stuff he just seemed kinda dead on the inside. Which she could relate to a bit. And, well, she did think he looked kinda cool, and even if most of his matches online were absolute stomps, they were a heckuva watch...

...Okay, maybe she'd bite. But only because the champion was involved!

Inventory: Having been caught completely unawares by this prospect, nothing, really. Though she always keeps a few Oran Berries handy for when Toxel gets her munchies to avoid becoming her shock outlet, and mum was on the ball for her, giving her five Pokéballs to work with...Not that she expected any Pokémon to actually be willing to shack up with her, if her experience in Galar and with her partner had taught her anythin'.

Trivia: Ginger will be using the hexcode c4df9b. She's also absolutely horrified of most Bug-Type Pokémon, to the point where it even shatters her rough-and-tumble punk exterior for brief moments when caught unawares. She's also a massive Roxie fan, and if she finds out you aren't, she'll certainly try and make you one.

Chili Pepper

Name: Chili Pepper (occasionally shortened to 'Cheepy')

Species: Toxel

Ability: Rattled - Bug, Ghost, and Dark-Type Moves scare her and raise her Speed.

Moves: Acid, Belch, Nuzzle, and Tearful Look

Nature/Personality: Naughty Nature. A Pokémon that seems to understand its standing as a 'Baby Pokémon', and abuses it maliciously to get what it wants. The only one who doesn't fall for her antics is Ginger herself, which might be why their relationship is as toxic (heh) as it is. Still, they get along well enough; definitely better than back in Galar, at least.

Held Item: Oran Berry. She gets very moody without consistent snacks, much to Ginger's chagrin.

Trivia: Does everything in her power to get Ginger's attention, which often includes things that also get Ginger in serious trouble, like briefly paralyzing random bystanders or sneaking random items out of a Pokémart.

Pokemon: Jaded Champion

Here's my hat into this metaphorical ring; hope Ginger and her little brat baby are up to snuff :3

Ginger Lockhearte

"Th' names' Ginger, 'n don't ya EVER forget it!"

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Character name: Ginger Lockhearte

Sex: Female

Age: 17

Appearance: Ginger stands fairly tall at 5'9 (175 CM), but her build is lanky and unkempt, notably unathletic despite her choice of attire showing herself off. Her hair is...Obviously not natural. What gave it away, the six different colors? She uses plenty of dyes, and often too, though in the rare instances where she forgets or simply hasn't had time to keep up with her demanding hairstyle, her brown roots can start to tear through.

She wears a heavily cropped black tank-top that she rarely ever changes, even in extreme temperatures (much to her regret at times), and her thick cargo pants that share the same coloration, complete with a sortie of pockets she uses to hold all sorts of things, from berries, to medicine, to anything else a trainer could need...Or she would, if she were at all prepared for this. She also wears striped gloves and stockings, reminiscent of a Galarian Zigzagoon in a sense, and a belt that packs the same color combination, if not anywhere near the same sort of pattern. Lastly would be her muddy-brown boots, more than a little worn, as if she's already been on a few little adventures of her own.

Or maybe they're just old.

...Oh, and we probably shouldn't forget about her guitar, which ranks as her most important object on her person (....Okay, it's behind her partner's Pokeball. Barely.), and she can and will enact violence both physical and verbal upon anyone who so much as touches it without her express permission, of which she will never give...Probably.

Personality: Ginger is certainly...Rough around the edges. Having fallen in with the wrong crowd back in her homeland of Galar, this punk-rock gal has a bite to her that most aren't eager to bear with. She's quick to aggression, whether in or out of a Pokémon battle, and isn't afraid to get up in people's faces when she feels slighted or wronged in any way. Underneath the crass exterior, however, is a sweet girl whose just too upset with herself to get out of the funk she's been in for years, and her previous company didn't help in that matter. As such, while she's got an exterior rockier than an Onix, if you're willing to bear through with it, and if she can actually let some friendly advice reach through her thick skull, perhaps she can open up and be the kind gal she used to be.

Bio: Ginger's story begins in the region of Galar, raised by a single mother. She never knew her father, and frankly, as she grew up, without anything else to really think of the man, she just believed he was some asshole bum who left her greater-than-Arceus mum behind like a real class-act arse. Her mum was a Pokémon nurse, working in a subsidiary of the Pokémon Centers everyone knows and loves, so she made a more than acceptable living, and that reflected in that younger Ginger. She never had to want for much in life, and with her doting and kind mum by her side, she grew to be a kind and reliable little lady. Really, the only thing she ever 'wanted' was to take on the Galar Pokémon League, having grown up watching all kinds of exciting battles in stadiums region-wide, given the nature of her mum's work took them to and fro.

Her mother gave her the chance to eventually pursue this dream when she was around 14; while the staff never figured out who exactly had left it behind, a Pokémon egg was found in her mum's workplace, and when no one could be found to claim it as their own, she chose to bring it home to her sweet daughter, letting her raise the mystery Pokémon from its egg. When it hatched, color them surprised when a Toxel was what greeted their eyes; native to Galar, certainly, but far from a common Pokémon. It was exciting, certainly, but...Well, even raised from an egg, Ginger and the Toxel never seemed to be able to meet eye-to-eye. Regardless, after enough time had managed to make it at least vaguely agreeable in a battle scenario, she excitedly took her opportunity to journey through her home region.

However, her adventure was far from excellent. Toxel, while it always remained by her side, was a constant toxic thorn in her side with its needy, selfish behavior that the clueless young lass was completely unequipped to manage, and for whatever reason, she never quite seemed to get other Pokémon to be all too happy with her either. It was...Demoralizing, but far from the end of the world. She was confident that if she could prove herself in a Gym Battle, perhaps they would find her more approachable and enticing as a potential trainer. So, Ginger boldly went forth to the city of Turffield to face off against Milo, and...

Lost. Spectacularly.

She couldn't understand why; sure, Toxel was being as aggravating as ever, but she thought she had trained him as best she could, and they had a Type advantage, too! What had she done wrong?! While she was politely ushered off the field and to the Pokémon Center after her defeat, it clung to her like the Curse of a Ghost-Type. She was demoralized, and though she attempted the challenge a few times afterwards, they ended up about the same. Too ashamed to go running back with her proverbial tail between her legs to her mum, she half-heartedly wandered the region, and managed to end up in Spikemuth. In most circumstances, not much would've likely happened here, but as it turned out, her partner was quite the popular Pokémon around there. Unexpectedly, she got tied up with some punks in the dingy alleys of the town, and she found that...She kinda vibed with their style. Maybe it was because of how downtrodden and low she was, or maybe she just really needed to let loose, but she took to their reckless and bordering criminal at times activities straight to her heart. Whether it was spray-painting darkened walls or letting loose in big rock sessions, Ginger took to the energy of Spikemuth like a Ducklett to water. Which...Made things extremely awkward when her mom came to find out where her baby girl had gone off to.

See, her mum had apparently gotten a new job offer abroad in Johto, and had, at least initially, declined; she wanted to tell her sweet child about this before she made any decisions, especially since they were off on their all-important Gym Challenge! She was certain her brave young girl was already well on her way to qualifying for the big Tournament to become a champion! But, imagine her surprise when, for the first time in her life, Ginger didn't pick up her Rotom Phone! She tried a few times, but having given up after a week of missed calls, resolved to find her daughter herself, come Distortion World or high waters! It had taken her quite some time, but talking her way through a chain of folks who had seen her girl, mum had found herself in Spikemuth, with a rambunctious and uncouth lass who was almost unrecognizable to the demure and sweet girl who had left the apartment that faithful day.

...But it was still her daughter, and she recognized her instantly, in spite of everything.

While it made for a very awkward scene to have in front of her cool new mates, Ginger was eventually shuffled off by her sweet mum and told the news. At first, she vehemently denied the proposition, though told her mum that she could go if she wanted; that she could look after herself, now, and she had pals she didn't want to leave behind. Ever patient and understanding, her mum agreed, but offered to stick around for the next few weeks in case she changed her mind, also wishing to take the chance to catch up with her little girl. When she told her fellow punks and thugs, however, she got...A surprising response. They told her she should take the shot. They spoke of the kind of gal she was when they'd all first met her, and while they were happy to help her find something new to find strength in, they also knew she was just burnin' her wheels in circles here. She needed to get out there and do something, not just spend her life chumming out in the dark corners of a town that wasn't even her own. At first rightly pissed at their seeming turn, in the self-imposed isolation thereafter, she contemplated...And caved. They were prolly right. With a heavy heart, she gave her goodbyes to her good mates of Spikemuth, and beside her mum, made her way to the new Johto region, a chance at a new life...

And man, did it stink!

Having spent the last year in Cherrygrove City nearly drove her off her rocker. There were so few people her age there, all just a buncha old geezers who didn't get her vibes. Sweet Arceus, most of them hadn't even heard of Roxie! Could ya believe it?! It was bloody miserable. And as far as getting back into the swing of being a Pokémon Trainer? Forget it! There were so few in the area, and they were all novices, the lot of them! Worse yet, after she'd cooked most of their keisters, most of 'em wanted her advice! She couldn't bear all the little tweens and tots tryin' to pry her brain for a cookie crumb of information, so it led to her sticking to their rent-out house most days, and spending her time at night when the brats were put to bed. Still, there wasn't much to do even when a bunch of snot-nosed kids weren't shoved upon her, and, well....She knew she could try the Johto League challenge, but her time in Galar's League still weighed on her. She didn't feel ready...Didn't know if she'd ever feel ready again. So, she stuck to herself, messing about on forums with the home's computer and posting to her mates through her ever-reliable Rotom Phone.

...Things changed very recently. When she got home after a rare morning walk (as Toxel had gotten really pouty, so she relented and scrounged about the nearby route for a few Oren Berries for the ever-needy little lady), her mum had a weird smile on her face. When she asked what was up, it was like a torrent of information. Most prudently, that Ginger had been apparently signed up to some kind of lotto by her mum, unbeknownst to her. No biggie; not like they'd win anything. Except they did. Huh. So, she asked what they won. And it was...A journey through the region's Pokémon League with the Arceus-forsaken Champion of the bloody region?! She could feel her whole body growing cold at the prospect, and she screamed at her mum to do something, like, revoke the reward or something! But, sweet and patient as ever, she simply remarked that she'd already accepted it for her sweet girl, certain that this journey would go much better for her! And she'd have friends to travel with this time, too!

...Ginger was crushed. Absolutely crushed. But...Perhaps some very small part of her held hope, that this might be just what she needed. Or maybe she was just mortified at the prospect of ignoring her reward, as if it would scorn the champion; that's the last thing she'd want! She kept up on the internet, the bloke was a menace! Er, on the battlefield, at least. As a person, from all the talk shows and stuff he just seemed kinda dead on the inside. Which she could relate to a bit. And, well, she did think he looked kinda cool, and even if most of his matches online were absolute stomps, they were a heckuva watch...

...Okay, maybe she'd bite. But only because the champion was involved!

Inventory: Having been caught completely unawares by this prospect, nothing, really. Though she always keeps a few Oran Berries handy for when Toxel gets her munchies to avoid becoming her shock outlet, and mum was on the ball for her, giving her five Pokéballs to work with...Not that she expected any Pokémon to actually be willing to shack up with her, if her experience in Galar and with her partner had taught her anythin'.

Trivia: Ginger will be using the hexcode c4df9b. She's also absolutely horrified of most Bug-Type Pokémon, to the point where it even shatters her rough-and-tumble punk exterior for brief moments when caught unawares. She's also a massive Roxie fan, and if she finds out you aren't, she'll certainly try and make you one.

Chili Pepper

Name: Chili Pepper (occasionally shortened to 'Cheepy')

Species: Toxel

Ability: Rattled - Bug, Ghost, and Dark-Type Moves scare her and raise her Speed.

Moves: Acid, Belch, Nuzzle, and Tearful Look

Nature/Personality: Naughty Nature. A Pokémon that seems to understand its standing as a 'Baby Pokémon', and abuses it maliciously to get what it wants. The only one who doesn't fall for her antics is Ginger herself, which might be why their relationship is as toxic (heh) as it is. Still, they get along well enough; definitely better than back in Galar, at least.

Held Item: Oran Berry. She gets very moody without consistent snacks, much to Ginger's chagrin.

Trivia: Does everything in her power to get Ginger's attention, which often includes things that also get Ginger in serious trouble, like briefly paralyzing random bystanders or sneaking random items out of a Pokémart.

Big Trouble In The Big Apple: A JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Roleplay. (CLOSED)

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He couldn't sleep.

In fact, if we were being more accurate, Kane hadn't obtained a good night of rest for nearly a week, barely able to squeeze out a few hours of rest before his mind would catch up with him, or rather, his heart. He lied on his messy and small apartment bed, staring vacantly up to the ceiling, as if God himself would inscribe a divine message for him to decipher. Of course, things weren't that simple.

He needed an answer, and fast.

With a begrudging grunt of effort, the young man hauled himself off, having to halfway wrestle the sheets from off of him. Still groggy and disoriented from his lack of rest, he bungled around for the lamp on his nightstand, nearly knocking it over in the process. Or, well...In truth, he did actually knock it down, as it careened towards the ground near his feet, threatening to shatter and give him more than a few nasty cuts. However, just before it made contact, a hand lunged forth, grasping it firmly as it placed it atop the stand once more, and opted to light it for the barely awake man as well. "Uh...Thanks?"

That thing again....

It had been a month at least (though probably longer; he wasn't exactly keeping good track of time as of late) since this entity became apart of his life, but he was still just as confused and baffled as to what it was from the start. He knew talking to it was a waste of time; it said nothing, and responded to...Well, not exactly nothing. At that exact thought, he casually had the scuba-like specter trail off into his cramped kitchen to find something for him to eat in the fridge. It didn't speak, but it listened to him on some subconscious level. Not only that, it had far stranger abilities than simply being some kind of creature permanently tethered to his person. Still, that wasn't important right now.

Now on his slightly staggering feet, Kane stumbled his way over to his desk, the laptop still burning brightly into the night. Either he hadn't been asleep for nearly as long as he'd hoped, or he'd finally managed to sleep...Through an entire day, that is. Neither prospect really pleased him, but at the very least he was thankful for the extended leave he'd gotten from work for the time being. It gave him a chance to at least try and collect himself, which also included some personal inquiries of his. That much was clear from what the monitor displayed; an article about the infamous Prowler's latest victim, one Megan Baker, aged 19. As like all the other cases, they were grossly in-depth into the incident (at least, as far as they could with even the police's flagging evidence), and despite claiming their hatred and disgust at the killer, it wasn't too far below the surface that one could tell they were eating it up, if only because these awful acts raked in viewers.

Kane pressed down on the power button. This was the last thing he needed to see right now, and besides, it was information that proved extremely pointless. No, he already knew where his current shot was...His workplace had its perks when it came to looking into these sorts of incidents, as it turned out. He already had done the preparations for his scheme, though what stopped him now was crippling fear. He was about to break the law, and if he got caught, who knows what might happen to him? He'd certainly lose his job if it came down to that, and much worse could happen as well. Hell, he could just get shot on sight as an invader, and that'd bring an awfully quick end to his story here. Overall, the only thing he could rely on was...

"Jesus!"

Kane nearly jumped out of his skin as the apparition-esque humanoid peeked around the corner, a greasy pizza box in hand. Leftovers from yesterday...Or maybe a bit later. Hard to say for certain. Regardless, once he'd caught his breath again, he merely motioned for it to pass the cardboard housing his hasty meal, to which it obliged. And so, rather unceremoniously, the young man sat on his bed, chowing down on a few chilled slices of meat lover's pizza. He probably would've heated it up under normal circumstances, but he already realized he'd wasted too much time when he saw it was well into midnight. This was his best chance...As doubtful as it sounded in his head.

Finishing what was left of the Italian cuisine, he had his personal ghost chuck it into his trash, though the force with which it did so made him startle yet again. This thing was strong, stronger than he probably understood himself. Granted, the tense musculature of its arms and legs hinted towards it. Shaking it off, he got prepared, opening his closet. He put on mostly black; if he was going to sneak into somewhere, he sure as hell wasn't going to be wearing a bright white coat. Beyond that, he took his bag. Normally stuffed with nutrient bars to carry him through a day, it instead held a different payload tonight. It had all his essentials, of course; the keys to his apartment and car, his phone and wallet, and....

He opened the bag, pulling out a silvery pin that he quickly clipped on. It was rather innocuous, with little styling apart of it beyond the emblazoned 'M'. To others, it meant nothing. To him...It was a promise. He had to see this through. Swallowing the fear churning in his gut, he rifled through the rest of the items to ensure his supply. Yup, there they were; a bandana and heavy-lensed goggles. Not perfect, but it was less conspicuous than buying a hockey mask or something. With these, once he was inside, he could cover up most of his identity. And, while gloves should be obvious to someone in his line of work to avoid any fingerprints, he had a trick up his sleeve for that...

With a resigned sigh, he looked towards the entity once more, which stared at him blankly and expressionlessly. To be honest, it sorta gave him the creeps. Still, if there was any chance of Kane figuring out this mystery, it would be with it. Making his steps to the exit of his apartment and out to the big wide world of New York City, he spoke to the figure once more. "We've got a highly secure Forensics building to break into. Let's go....Diver Down."