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Current Two 4+ year long RPs completed within 20 days of each other - now THAT'S what we're talking about!
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Congratulations to the cast of the Gifted, we just finished our RP after almost four years! Excelsior!
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5 yrs ago
It's official - accepted an offer and I am going to grad school next year! :) #DrMorose
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Congratulations to the Gifted for hitting 500 IC posts and to Darke Magyk for completing the RP! Excelsior!
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I graduated from college today~
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Pronouns: She/Hers
Languages: English, French
Current Bio Theme: Beelzebub / Good Omens
Previous Bio Themes: Lorna Dane; Sylvie Laufeydattir; Ahsoka Tano; Harley Quinn; Mood Board / Wanda Maximoff; Bernadette Rostenkowski; Fiona Goode; Sally; Scott Lang; Felicity Smoak; Nico Minoru; The Frost Triplets; Gertrude Yorkes; Violet Harmond; Clint Barton; Lorna Dane; Selesia Upitiria; James March; Tony Stark; Olivia Moore; Harley Quinn

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Raynor Blake, Jedi Knight

25 pts (Light-Side)


"Oh, I had a wonderful time. The ships are rather marvelous - especially seeing them brand new, before they're covered in carbon scoring," Raynor flattered. He was certain the way to a man like Jarothe's heart was through compliments. And he didn't need to be a Jedi to figure that one out. "I know that we had already planned on having me spend the night, but I would still love to take a tour of the rest of the ships in the morning - I was so absorbed that I hadn't paid proper attention to the other options available. Your assistant, Shaka - she really does know her stuff."

He gave Jarothe a smile, as he then transitioned into the next topic of conversation - namely, Raynor's desire to keep Shakka close to him and not out of his sight. He wouldn't admit it, but he was afraid that if she left the room, Jarothe would have her shipped to the Outer Rim, where Raynor wouldn't be able to help her. Jarothe would ensure that she thoroughly disappeared to save himself from having to pay a massive fine. It disgusted Raynor. "In fact, I had asked her if she would dine with us this evening - I must insist. Just where did you find her? She could put half of the engineers in the Republic Feet to shame with her knowledge."


Raynor Blake, Jedi Knight

21 pts (Light-Side)


Raynor didn't like how many near misses he was experiencing - he could feel the heat of the blaster fire as it singed off some of his hair. He was a Jedi - he was supposed to be better at this, droids ought to be child's play. Shame mixed into the frustration he had already been feeling, and he reached out with the Force, shoving a hand forward as he attempted to stun the droid assaulting him. Ideally, sparks would've flown from his hands and hit the droid, disabling it. But the Force eluded him. The droid opened fire, and would've hit Raynor dead on, had he not redirected the blow with his lightsaber. The returned blast destroyed the droid on impact.

There were four more droids left and each breath was beginning to feel a little more agonizing than the last. Raynor tried not to focus on the pain, attempting to leave his mind clear, to be in harmony with the universe - and he summoned the Force, calling upon it as he used it to push all of the droids back. Three of them crumpled, their frames sparking. One was left and fired off a shot, missing both Raynor and Emzie.

"We're - wasting - time," Raynor said through gritted teeth.


☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️

Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A

Nancy wrinkled her nose at Niah's suggestion of getting Chinese food - not that she had anything against Chinese food, she just somehow doubted there would be anything resembling edible and/or good Chinese food in South Dakota. "I second steakhouse. I don't want to get food poisoning by whatever Linda Smith has decided paces for a good stir fry," Nancy argued. However, they soon had bigger concerns as it turned out the nearest pawn shop was eight hours away, and the hotel was an hour away. The hotel was definitely not going to accept their gold.

"Urgghhhh.... Why is this somehow harder than fighting a dragon?" Nancy complained. "I know no one hitch hikes anymore these days, but I'm voting in favor of that. Even if it's a monster driving the car, we can kill it and take it. And if it's a human monster, we tie them up and leave them on the side of the road," Nancy voiced. She was not looking forward to the idea of an eight hour walk before they'd have a place to shower and get changed, and most importantly, eat.

the Arena...

Lorna was dazzled at the possibility of mixing from mythologies outside of Greek and Roman - something she had never really thought much about before. Kitty's particular suggestion of Japanese reminded Lorna of Kitty's extended family. Maybe her step father's side had some blood from Japanese deities - of which, Lorna couldn't name a single one. For better or worse, most of the myths she knew had been taught to her at Camp Half-blood, and Chiron didn't tend to cover myths of other cultures unless he was making a point about how it was a reimagining of some Greco-Roman one or that it basically covered the same content. "Do you think any of your step-dad's folks has some divinity in them?" Lorna asked, putting the sword she had used down on the rack, before following after Kitty.

"Yeah I don't mind ditching, reckon the worst thing Chiron would really do is give me a stern talking to," Lorna said with a shrug. She was excited to see the pegasi anyways - they were truly beautiful. She found herself drawn to one of the brown ponies. It wasn't as flashy or shiny as the rest of them, but she liked it all the same. Maybe it was one influence of living in the Hermes Cabin - they didn't need fancy things (well, sometimes they stole them, but eh) like some of the other cabins did.

"Which one are you taking out?" Lorna then asked, turning to Kitty again.



It's the first day of school at Avengers Academy; students moved in over the weekend and have settled into their dorms. The campus had been full of crying parents, some of them famous heroes, others ordinary people. The wealthy students made their way on helicopters and private jets; whereas the students without as much might've taken a bus or a car. No matter what though, campus doesn't truly feel alive until the start of the year carnival. Put on by the faculty, it's a celebration for the beginning of the school year - and meant to help ease the homesickness and nerves students might be experiencing.

Tomorrow, students will be auditioning with their powers in front of the faculty - primarily, those serving as coaches for the thirteen teams Avengers Academy will assemble to compete in the Contest of Champions. For the past two years, the Young Avengers have won the Contest of Champions and there's no real reason to assume that they won't do it again. But just in case, the Academy wants to make sure the other twelve teams are as strong as they can be. The top prize is one million dollars, but more importantly, major superhero teams like the Avengers tend to have scouts present at the matches, to determine what promising young heroes might one day join their ranks.

Because whether or not the students want to be a hero, that is the ultimate goal of Avengers Academy - to make new champions who can protect those who cannot protect themselves. They aren't trying to make well adjusted accountants or lawyers or doctors with emotionally healthy, trauma free lives.

The worst case scenario for the school wouldn't be a student going into super villainy - no, it would be to amount to nothing.

They don't put that on the brochures.





@Natsu: Your Trick or Treat prize is here! Mary Sue gets hit by a bicycle on her way to the school carnival. She'll have some bruises and a small cut on her arm.

@Kirah: Your Trick or Treat prize is here! That morning, there was a package outside of her dorm room. It was filled with her favorite snacks and candy. There's a note that says 'xoxo mommy :)' on it.

@Nallore: Your Trick or Treat prize is here! Poor Diana has a BAD acne breakout today. Yikes.

@Trainerblue192: Your Naughty or Nice prize is here! That morning when leaving the dorm room, there was a note taped onto the door addressed to Dorian. In messy handwriting, it said: 'i want to wear your skin. <3 luv ur secret admirer'

@BlueSky44: Your Naughty or Nice prize is here! The first PC Zelda interacts with, she will manifest images of the first fear on their CS.

April Flynn

Location: the Field (School Carnival)
Skills: N/A
~First Day Fit~

April had been looking forward to returning to school pretty much since the last day of school last year. Her outfit had been picked out weeks in advance, and she had texted pictures of it to both Dorian and Danny for their approval - even though they were in New Orleans and she had been in DC, she wasn't about to go without their expert styling advice. She had spent a good deal of time that summer studying past Contest of Champions challenges, creating a binder where she cataloged just about everything any team had been asked to do, and why they had succeeded or failed. She had forced her parents to critique her audition performance at least seven times, and she was already thinking about what she might wear to junior prom. She knew exactly what she wanted to achieve and how she was going to get there.

And it all started here, today, at Avengers Academy at the beginning of her junior year. She had requested to live with the same roommate she had last year, Mads Crane - a real life Sabrina the Teenage Witch. April was secretly hoping that Mads would invite her to dance naked in the woods - witches did that in the movies and it looked like SO MUCH FUN! And by some stroke of fortune, Mads' and April's room was right next door to the room of her besties, Danny and Dory.

April's hair was down and loose today, and her makeup was applied to give a natural look, just with a little more definition to her eyes. She wore her favorite pink crop-top sweater, high rise blue jeans with a belt, and tall textured black boots. Today was the first day of the year, meaning that they didn't have to wear uniforms - tomorrow, though, she'd be wearing the same clothes as just about everyone else. If she was going to land her first girlfriend, she'd have to make a good impression today.

She glanced down at her nails, noticing that the light pink nail polish was chipping slightly on her left pinky. Her eye twitched slightly in annoyance. What was the point of applying base coat, two coats of color, and then top coat if it was just going to chip off the next day?! "Okay, so after we get lunch, I vote we check out the fortune telling tent. I gotta know if we're going to be on the same team this year. And also, when I'm going to finally get a girlfriend. I can't get to my senior year without having kissed a girl - I'll kill myself first." April pouted slightly, as the line for the food truck moved forward slightly, and she looked at her besties, Danny and Dory, waiting for a response - but not before continuing. "I mean, not actually, but it would really fucking suck y'know? Ooo and then maybe after fortune telling, we go try out trivia? Or maybe that photo shoot area drama's set up? We could change into costumes or stay in our fits now, I think we look great either way."

Percy Novikov

Location: the Field (School Carnival)
Skills: Small time-space displacement jumps
~First Day Fit~

Percy wasn't necessarily a huge fan of carnivals - somehow, with roughly a hundred students present, there still managed to be lines for just about every activity. He hated waiting in lines. And he didn't want to make small talk with anyone - he'd rather rip out a vein with his teeth. Nor did he feel the need to go track down his sister and hang out with her and her friends - he hated the idea of just being her tagalong. No, he was perfectly content to sit underneath on a bench underneath a tree in the shade, reading a book. He had a pre-translation version of the Iliad with him today, and the ancient Greek was challenging, but he was slowly parsing his way on through it. His StarkPods were in his ears, letting the soft tones of one of Taylor Swift's masterpieces - You're On Your Own, Kid.

Of course, Percy had to look impeccable - for himself, not for anyone else. He had changed up his usual hairstyling for the first day, going with a messy, tousled look - one that showed off the natural curls that he typically hid. He had selected a white dress shirt with a blue, floral pattern on it - partnered with his black jeans and black crushed velvet jacket, the shirt drew the eye by design. And with the first few buttons of the shirt undone, his bare chest peaking out ever so slightly, the overall ensemble was chic, seductive, and classy all at once - exactly as he intended.

He would have continued happily reading and avoiding wasting his time on making 'friends' or whatever this carnival was meant to encourage, had his stomach not begun to growl at him. He sighed, lowering his book slightly as he eyed the line at the food trucks. It was only going to get longer the more he waited. He regretted that he hadn't brought any sunglasses with him - it would've helped to make him look more unapproachable. "We need a new plague," Percy muttered darkly, getting up from his spot.

More people were flocking towards the food trucks, all probably summoned by a rumbling in their stomach. Ordinarily, Percy would've just walked on over there. But he really hated lines - so, so much. They tried his patience and he wasn't particularly known for being patient. The air shimmered and there was a slight ringing as Percy thrust himself through space-time, intending on materializing at the end of the line for food -

Instead, he reappeared and slammed right into someone. Percy hit the ground hard, landing on his back. As the stars cleared from his eyes, he looked straight up into a dreamy pair of green eyes. The pierced ear caught his attention next. Percy didn't know it, but he had crashed into none other than Dorian Gray - the real life individual, not the fictional character. He was somewhat dazzled.

Percy scrambled back up to his feet, flustered and embarrassed - not that he'd allow anyone to tell. "Sorry about that."
@Natsu approved!!


Megan Pendragon

Location: Atlantica
Skills: N/A

Megan nodded, hearing the plan be devised. She understood why she and Jack were split up on this mission, but she wasn't particularly thrilled about it. She was worried about her brother - it was just part of being a sibling. While he did have to train in order to become a detective, Megan didn't have much confidence in his combat abilities - or his prowess when it came to his newfound magic. She found herself wishing that Jack was going to go hide somewhere safe, while the rest of them rode off to battle. But she knew Jack would not agree to that, and she had already given him enough grief about this stuff, so she didn't say a word.

Instead, she thoughtfully chewed her food. She couldn't help but notice how vibrant Sierra's hair looked with the setting sun - almost fire-like. Maybe some people would've found it romantic, but Megan didn't really know Sierra - and Sierra didn't really know Megan. "Are you scared?" she asked her brother instead, perfectly calm.






@BlueSky44@Kirah@Nallore@Natsu

EARTH 257 - 9:20 AM Nov. 15th, 2021 - Odinskeep, New Asgard

Outside the Palace -

The rest of the Doombots had been dealt with now, and silence was almost ready to envelope those remaining outside. The sounds of battle coming from within the palace were hard to ignore - that and Oliver's crazed ramblings. Amelia paused for a moment, glad to see that no one had died, but worried about what to do. Her heart was conflicted. Oliver was out of his mind right now, and she didn't want to leave Niah alone with him. But she also didn't want to abandon the rest of her team when they were so close to stopping Doom - when they were so close to saving the multiverse.

But she then realized that if something happened to Niah because she left, Amelia wouldn't be able to live with herself - multiverse or not. "Right, you two good?" Amelia asked, walking up to where Oliver was clutching Niah. "That coulda been real nasty there, glad you managed to get her out of the way. Did you want to come help us punch Doom and knock out his teeth? Should be fun. Plus, would be kinda rad to save the multiverse, don't ya reckon? Given that we all live there."

Inside the Palace -

The best thing about Sylvie, the reincarnation of Amora the Enchantress, wasn't that she was a Nexus Being - rather, that she was a witch. Her specialty was enchantment, bewitching the mind and convincing it to believe a falsehood to be true. She could identify a person struggling to maintain a sense of self, their identity, from a mile away. And in the case of the Secret Warriors, those now convinced that they were their selves of Earth-257, Sylvie instantly recognized their plight.

"Vær som du skal være," Sylvie whispered, her eyes flashing green. The same green flash appeared in the eyes of those struggling, and suddenly, their minds would clear. Everyone would remember their lives on Earth-666. And only those who had previously chosen to would remember their life of Earth-257. Everyone was back to normal.

Maria held Doom within her grip, draining away his life force as he struggled. If he didn't hate her before she mocked his disfigurement, he definitely did now. "Витцхбреед кучко!" Doom cursed, as he sent off a somewhat feeble eldritch blast at Maria. It didn't work to shake her grip, nor did his attempts to force the ground to open up and swallow her. His life force draining away by the moment, he let off another blast of arcane fury, but Maria would be able to hold on.

Even though it looked like Doom was losing, Raynor wasn't going to trust that. He had sprinted into the palace, witnessing the gruesome scene. His heart clenched in sorrow, seeing his aunt, Queen Sif, dead. He didn't shed a tear for Luminous though - this was a better fate than the Nazi had deserved. His cousin, Klara, was the Queen of Asgard now - the last legitimate member of the House of Odin. Raynor assumed that Sif had disowned him ages ago - it would have been the smart thing to do, to blot out the stain from the record.

Raynor sent off a blast of pure light, blinding Doom. He threw his dagger, aiming for Doom's throat, but he struck his breastplate instead and Lyting clattered harmlessly to the floor. Holding out his hand, Raynor summoned his dagger back to him, and he tried again. Now, did it occur to Raynor that he could easily walk up to Doom and stab him right now? No. It did not. And even if it had, why would he do that - it didn't look nearly as cool! For what it's worth though, his second throw of the dagger also missed, hitting Doom's armor.

Bonnie, meanwhile, was not nearly as dumb as Raynor. She knew the weapons she had at her disposal. She knew that she could throw something at Doom and try to kill him - but that she might miss, and if she missed, she had a good chance of hitting Maria. No, but there was a weapon on her that was sure to succeed, particularly now that Maria had removed Doom's mask...

Her shield - given to her by Athena, it was Athena's aegis. It had the head of Medusa on it. And as Bonnie had previously demonstrated on Doombots, it had the power to nondestructively turn something - or someone - to stone.

"αντίο για πάντα," Bonnie said perfectly in Greek, a language that she did not know, but somehow, the words formed instinctively. She flashed her shield at Victor, and before he could avert his gaze, the snakes on the shield opened their eyes.

Doctor Doom was instantly turned to stone.

It was over.

The Secret Warriors had won.
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