Natty

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

We all know we used to love the song Year 3000.

@King Kindred

In order to now spite Wraith and his plan for Mari, Casey is now officially Busted's biggest fan.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

@Natty Mari was so close to liking Casey and then he mentioned the Jonas Brothers in a positive light.

@Lord Wraith

It was either them, or One Direction!

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Thought i'd make a start on my relationship sheet, despite not having posted yet. Hence why i tried to not set up established relationships with too many characters. I'll edit this as Casey interacts with people IC. First post will have to wait until tomorrow though!

Relationship Sheet

CASEY HARPER'S RELATIONSHIP SHEET

_{// Friend // Acquaintance // Frenemy // Rival // Enemy // Crush //}

• Allen, Rick:
  
  He’s that fast kid right? Saw him get put up a tree once by a couple of seniors. Reminded me of me. Don’t really know him that much, but I guess he could be alright.
• Blackwell, Federick:
  
  Never really spoken to him before. He's in a few of my classes though and seems decent enough.
• Bordeaux, Amethyst:
  
  I tend to make a note of getting to know some of the more magical incline people at this place. Amethyst is nice enough. Mailsi seems to like her, so i guess that's good enough for me.
• Dowle, Richard:
  
  First of all, who even uses a magic wand these days? Eh, I guess he isn't too bad. I wouldn't really call what we have a rivalry, since i'm pretty sure it's entirely one sided!
• Grayson, Mariand'r 'Mar'i':
• Her parents are teachers right? Probably best to avoid her then! Although i guess she has her perks. Two of them actually.
• Kama, Jason:
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• Kelly, Mailsi 'Molly':
  
  If I had to call anyone my best friend, I'd say it would be her. That is if we're not counting that oak out in the Quadrangle's courtyard. Thinking about it though, I'm probably not Mailsi's. She's really nice, friendly, and has like the most perfect smile when she laughs... No I don't like her! Besides, she's a banshee and i'm a faerie. It'll never work.
• Kor-El or Kent, Kieran:
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• Kyle, Jack:
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• Lamont, Tanya:
  
  As I said before, i try to make an effort with the magic folk. She's some kind of bird woman, right? Like a harpy, but attractive. Heard her band once. They were alright I guess, although they're no way near as good as the Jonas Brothers were...
• Lancaster, Kyle:
  
  Is he part of that Kyle incident i heard about?
• Luthor, Julian:
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• Murray, Fenris (Fen):
  
  He's really attractive. I mean, so attractive that i accidently let out a burst of my fairy dust when he looked at me once. Need I say any more?
• Noelani, Valtina 'Val':
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• Rexen, Rita "Rei":
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• S'tonn, S'tann:
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

| NAME: |

Casey Harper, He refuses to use the name given to him at birth.

| ALIAS: |

Puck, Referred to by some as the King of the Fairies. They're not too far off.

| AGE: |

Appears around 16

| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |

Faerie Physiology:

Like the rest of the fair folk, Casey has pointed “elf-like” ears, black eyes with no pupils, and a mass of brightly coloured hair atop his head; in Casey’s case, this is mint green. Casey also appears extremely light on his feet, with him able to move from place to quickly and quietly, as if he is flying.

Magical Potential:

Due to his ancestry, Casey has a strong capacity to manipulate mystical energy, which he often uses to perform a whole of spells or enchantments. Casey regularly makes use of sleeping spellings, something which is his speciality.

Chlorokinesis:

While Casey, most likely due to his faerie physiology, has a seemingly mystical connection to the plant world through a force called the Green. While he isn’t able to manipulate and animate plants, Casey can speak to them, as well as “encourage” them to grow.

Hallucinogenic Dust:

Unknown to simply be a feature of his faerie physiology or due to his magical abilities, with a wiggle of his fingers, Casey can produces spores which if inhaled or taken in through skin-contact can cause powerful visual and auditory hallucinations.

Immortality:

Like most faeries, Casey is immortal. He is immune to the effects of aging and will cease to continue aging once he reaches adulthood.

Bilingual:

Casey can speak, read, and write both English and Fey, the ancient language of his people, fluently.

Botany:

Probably due to his chlorokinesis abilities, Casey has always loved plants. Because of this, he decided to look into the field in his spare time.

| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |

Whereas the mighty Superman’s one true weakness is Kryptonite, Casey’s weakness, shared with the rest of the fair folk is cold iron. A blow from a weapon made out of it could possibly weaken Casey enough to nearly kill him. Numerous other well-known methods of warding off faeries also have a considerable affect against him, which makes his life quite problematic sometimes. These include; wearing clothing inside out, church bells, four-leaf clovers and even bread embarrassingly. Casey doesn’t know why but he just feels faint around the stuff.

Casey needs to be able to speak to perform a large number of his enchantments due to having to chant the necessary incantation. This means that if he can’t speak, then he can’t use any of his spells. This doesn’t apply to his hallucinogenic dust however, nor his chlorokinesis.

| SAMPLE POST: |

“Oi, fairy boy! What the fuck you doing?”

“Is he actually talking to a tree? Is this for real.”

Casey groaned loudly from where he sat. The voices of The Corrigan School’s local lugheads; Gordon and Brett, prompted the pointed eared teenager to move his hand away from the great oak which he had been chatting with, instead laying them on the ground either side of him. Casey had had enough of these two. They had been bothering him all year since discovering what he was, with the two considering him to be "girly“ and a “pussy”. Casey didn’t really care about the nature of the insults. He himself was perfectly content with his masculinity, or his apparent lack of it. In fact, his “girly” nature was something he even embraced since arriving on Earth, resulting in him usually sporting a pair of short shorts which he had found in the women’s section at the local store. No, Casey didn’t care at all about being called girly. It was just the fact that these two could get away with it that bothered him. All because they were top of their respective classes.

However that would prove to be a good thing for Casey. Especially since that meant that the two would be graduating this year. Once the summer started, these two buffoons would be out of his unnaturally coloured hair and gone for good. The only thing that slightly worried him about the prospect of them graduating would be that they’d most likely be offered places as Teen Titans. Oh, Casey could barely imagine what a disaster that team would become with Gordon and Brett as members. If he recalled correctly, Brett had a knack for setting himself on fire with his powers by accident, while Gordon still hadn’t mastered his flight.

He tried to keep thinking about the positives though. Again, they’d be gone from his life. Although not soon enough, in his opinion. Speaking of which…

Casey sat up slightly, trying his best to seem like he wasn’t bothered by their comments. “Actually, you’re right. I was talking to this tree.” He spoke coolly, eyeing the two. “And if you must know, the ol’ oak here told you two to go fuck yourselves!”

That obviously angered the two points, with Gordon even raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise before scowling. The two darted forward, in what was probably an attempt at grabbing the young faerie, however their “attack” was interrupted at the sound of the school bell. As the two turned their heads at the sound of the ringing, Casey took his opportunity and made a break for it, scooping up his bag, scrambling to his feet and darting off towards the Academic Quadrangle.

Unfortunately the two bullies wouldn’t stay distracted for long, with the two of them giving chase. Casey wasn’t too worried though. All he could think about was how great it would be next year at the school without having to keep worrying about them. He honestly couldn’t wait.

| NOTES: |

• Casey’s true parentage is not public knowledge.
• Has daddy issues.
• Regularly insists that faeries need more sleep than humans. He’s lying.
• Tried a peppermint mocha at Starbucks once. He’s still obsessed with them.

Relationship Sheet

CASEY HARPER'S RELATIONSHIP SHEET

_{// Friend // Acquaintance // Frenemy // Rival // Enemy // Crush //}

• Allen, Rick:
  
  He’s that fast kid right? Saw him get put up a tree once by a couple of seniors. Reminded me of me. Don’t really know him that much, but I guess he could be alright.
• Blackwell, Federick:
  
  Never really spoken to him before. He's in a few of my classes though and seems decent enough.
• Bordeaux, Amethyst:
  
  I tend to make a note of getting to know some of the more magical inclined people at this place. Amethyst is nice enough. Mailsi seems to like her, so i guess that's good enough for me.
• Dowle, Richard:
  
  First of all, who even uses a magic wand these days? Eh, I guess he isn't too bad. I wouldn't really call what we have a rivalry, since i'm pretty sure it's entirely one sided!
• Grayson, Mariand'r 'Mar'i':
• Her parents are teachers right? Probably best to avoid her then! Although i guess she has her perks. Two of them actually.
• Kama, Jason:
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• Kelly, Mailsi 'Molly':
  
  If I had to call anyone my best friend, I'd say it would be her. That is if we're not counting that oak out in the Quadrangle's courtyard. Thinking about it though, I'm probably not Mailsi's. She's really nice, friendly, and has like the most perfect smile when she laughs... No I don't like her! What the hell gave you that idea! Besides, she's a banshee and i'm a faerie. It'll never work.
• Kor-El or Kent, Kieran:
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• Kyle, Jack:
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• Lamont, Tanya:
  
  As I said before, i try to make an effort with the magic folk. She's some kind of bird woman, right? Like a harpy, but attractive. Heard her band once. They were alright I guess, although they're no way near as good as the Jonas Brothers were...
• Lancaster, Kyle:
  
  Is he part of that Kyle incident i heard about?
• Luthor, Julian:
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• Murray, Fenris (Fen):
  
  He's really attractive. I mean, so attractive that i accidently let out a burst of my fairy dust when he looked at me once. Need I say any more?
• Noelani, Valtina 'Val':
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• Rexen, Rita "Rei":
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.
• S'tonn, S'tann:
  
  Short explanation of reasons behind the classification.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

WIP - Casey Harper

| NAME: |

Casey Harper, He refuses to use the name given to him at birth.

| ALIAS: |

Puck, Referred to by some as the King of the Fairies. They're not too far off.

| AGE: |

Appears around 16

| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |

Faerie Physiology:

Like the rest of the fair folk, Casey has pointed “elf-like” ears, black eyes with no pupils, and a mass of brightly coloured hair atop his head; in Casey’s case, this is mint green. Casey also appears extremely light on his feet, with him able to move from place to quickly and quietly, as if he is flying.

Magical Potential:

Due to his ancestry, Casey has a strong capacity to manipulate mystical energy, which he often uses to perform a whole of spells or enchantments. Casey regularly makes use of sleeping spellings, something which is his speciality.

Chlorokinesis:

While Casey, most likely due to his faerie physiology, has a seemingly mystical connection to the plant world through a force called the Green. While he isn’t able to manipulate and animate plants, Casey can speak to them, as well as “encourage” them to grow.

Hallucinogenic Dust:

Unknown to simply be a feature of his faerie physiology or due to his magical abilities, with a wiggle of his fingers, Casey can produces spores which if inhaled or taken in through skin-contact can cause powerful visual and auditory hallucinations.

Immortality:

Like most faeries, Casey is immortal. He is immune to the effects of aging and will cease to continue aging once he reaches adulthood.

Bilingual:

Casey can speak, read, and write both English and Fey, the ancient language of his people, fluently.

Botany:

Probably due to his chlorokinesis abilities, Casey has always loved plants. Because of this, he decided to look into the field in his spare time.

| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |

Whereas the mighty Superman’s one true weakness is Kryptonite, Casey’s weakness, shared with the rest of the fair folk is cold iron. A blow from a weapon made out of it could possibly weaken Casey enough to nearly kill him. Numerous other well-known methods of warding off faeries also have a considerable affect against him, which makes his life quite problematic sometimes. These include; wearing clothing inside out, church bells, four-leaf clovers and even bread embarrassingly. Casey doesn’t know why but he just feels faint around the stuff.

Casey needs to be able to speak to perform a large number of his enchantments due to having to chant the necessary incantation. This means that if he can’t speak, then he can’t use any of his spells. This doesn’t apply to his hallucinogenic dust however, nor his chlorokinesis.

| SAMPLE POST: |

“Oi, fairy boy! What the fuck you doing?”

“Is he actually talking to a tree? Is this for real.”

Casey groaned loudly from where he sat. The voices of The Corrigan School’s local lugheads; Gordon and Brett, prompted the pointed eared teenager to move his hand away from the great oak which he had been chatting with, instead laying them on the ground either side of him. Casey had had enough of these two. They had been bothering him all year since discovering what he was, with the two considering him to be "girly“ and a “pussy”. Casey didn’t really care about the nature of the insults. He himself was perfectly content with his masculinity, or his apparent lack of it. In fact, his “girly” nature was something he even embraced since arriving on Earth, resulting in him usually sporting a pair of short shorts which he had found in the women’s section at the local store. No, Casey didn’t care at all about being called girly. It was just the fact that these two could get away with it that bothered him. All because they were top of their respective classes.

However that would prove to be a good thing for Casey. Especially since that meant that the two would be graduating this year. Once the summer started, these two buffoons would be out of his unnaturally coloured hair and gone for good. The only thing that slightly worried him about the prospect of them graduating would be that they’d most likely be offered places as Teen Titans. Oh, Casey could barely imagine what a disaster that team would become with Gordon and Brett as members. If he recalled correctly, Brett had a knack for setting himself on fire with his powers by accident, while Gordon still hadn’t mastered his flight.

He tried to keep thinking about the positives though. Again, they’d be gone from his life. Although not soon enough, in his opinion. Speaking of which…

Casey sat up slightly, trying his best to seem like he wasn’t bothered by their comments. “Actually, you’re right. I was talking to this tree.” He spoke coolly, eyeing the two. “And if you must know, the ol’ oak here told you two to go fuck yourselves!”

That obviously angered the two points, with Gordon even raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise before scowling. The two darted forward, in what was probably an attempt at grabbing the young faerie, however their “attack” was interrupted at the sound of the school bell. As the two turned their heads at the sound of the ringing, Casey took his opportunity and made a break for it, scooping up his bag, scrambling to his feet and darting off towards the Academic Quadrangle.

Unfortunately the two bullies wouldn’t stay distracted for long, with the two of them giving chase. Casey wasn’t too worried though. All he could think about was how great it would be next year at the school without having to keep worrying about them. He honestly couldn’t wait.

| NOTES: |

• Casey’s true parentage remains is not public knowledge.
• Has daddy issues.
• Regularly insists that faeries need more sleep than humans. He’s lying.
• Tried a peppermint mocha at Starbucks once. He’s still obsessed with them.

@Natty

Think I'm done with Casey! :)

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

I find Arrow quite boring myself but I still continue to watch it.

@Lord Wraith

I'm with you there! I enjoyed the first two seasons but i kind of got fed up of it during season 3. I'm only watching it now since it ties in with the Flash!

Yet to start watching iZombie but it's on my list! Same with Gotham.

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@Natty Whoah, Casey Harper is the exact name one of my characters has in one of my roleplays. Whoah.

@Wade Wilson

I can think of another name if it helps reduce any confusion?

@NattyFairy!
Mailsi is going to be all over that!

@Blue Demon

The mythical creatures need to stay together!!

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

WIP - Casey Harper

| NAME: |

Casey Harper, He refuses to use the name given to him at birth.

| ALIAS: |

Puck, Referred to by some as the King of the Fairies. They're not too far off.

| AGE: |

Appears around 16

| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |

Faerie Physiology:

Like the rest of the fair folk, Casey has pointed “elf-like” ears, black eyes with no pupils, and a mass of brightly coloured hair atop his head; in Casey’s case, this is mint green. Casey also appears extremely light on his feet, with him able to move from place to quickly and quietly, as if he is flying.

Magical Potential:

Due to his ancestry, Casey has a strong capacity to manipulate mystical energy, which he often uses to perform a whole of spells or enchantments. Casey regularly makes use of sleeping spellings, something which is his speciality.

Chlorokinesis:

While Casey, most likely due to his faerie physiology, has a seemingly mystical connection to the plant world through a force called the Green. While he isn’t able to manipulate and animate plants, Casey can speak to them, as well as “encourage” them to grow.

Hallucinogenic Dust:

Unknown to simply be a feature of his faerie physiology or due to his magical abilities, with a wiggle of his fingers, Casey can produces spores which if inhaled or taken in through skin-contact can cause powerful visual and auditory hallucinations.

Immortality:

Like most faeries, Casey is immortal. He is immune to the effects of aging and will cease to continue aging once he reaches adulthood.

Bilingual:

Casey can speak, read, and write both English and Fey, the ancient language of his people, fluently.

Botany:

Probably due to his chlorokinesis abilities, Casey has always loved plants. Because of this, he decided to look into the field in his spare time.

| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |

Whereas the mighty Superman’s one true weakness is Kryptonite, Casey’s weakness, shared with the rest of the fair folk is cold iron. A blow from a weapon made out of it could possibly weaken Casey enough to nearly kill him. Numerous other well-known methods of warding off faeries also have a considerable affect against him, which makes his life quite problematic sometimes. These include; wearing clothing inside out, church bells, four-leaf clovers and even bread embarrassingly. Casey doesn’t know why but he just feels faint around the stuff.

Casey needs to be able to speak to perform a large number of his enchantments due to having to chant the necessary incantation. This means that if he can’t speak, then he can’t use any of his spells. This doesn’t apply to his hallucinogenic dust however, nor his chlorokinesis.

| SAMPLE POST: |

“Oi, fairy boy! What the fuck you doing?”

“Is he actually talking to a tree? Is this for real.”

Casey groaned loudly from where he sat. The voices of The Corrigan School’s local lugheads; Gordon and Brett, prompted the pointed eared teenager to move his hand away from the great oak which he had been chatting with, instead laying them on the ground either side of him. Casey had had enough of these two. They had been bothering him all year since discovering what he was, with the two considering him to be "girly“ and a “pussy”. Casey didn’t really care about the nature of the insults. He himself was perfectly content with his masculinity, or his apparent lack of it. In fact, his “girly” nature was something he even embraced since arriving on Earth, resulting in him usually sporting a pair of short shorts which he had found in the women’s section at the local store. No, Casey didn’t care at all about being called girly. It was just the fact that these two could get away with it that bothered him. All because they were top of their respective classes.

However that would prove to be a good thing for Casey. Especially since that meant that the two would be graduating this year. Once the summer started, these two buffoons would be out of his unnaturally coloured hair and gone for good. The only thing that slightly worried him about the prospect of them graduating would be that they’d most likely be offered places as Teen Titans. Oh, Casey could barely imagine what a disaster that team would become with Gordon and Brett as members. If he recalled correctly, Brett had a knack for setting himself on fire with his powers by accident, while Gordon still hadn’t mastered his flight.

He tried to keep thinking about the positives though. Again, they’d be gone from his life. Although not soon enough, in his opinion. Speaking of which…

Casey sat up slightly, trying his best to seem like he wasn’t bothered by their comments. “Actually, you’re right. I was talking to this tree.” He spoke coolly, eyeing the two. “And if you must know, the ol’ oak here told you two to go fuck yourselves!”

That obviously angered the two points, with Gordon even raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise before scowling. The two darted forward, in what was probably an attempt at grabbing the young faerie, however their “attack” was interrupted at the sound of the school bell. As the two turned their heads at the sound of the ringing, Casey took his opportunity and made a break for it, scooping up his bag, scrambling to his feet and darting off towards the Academic Quadrangle.

Unfortunately the two bullies wouldn’t stay distracted for long, with the two of them giving chase. Casey wasn’t too worried though. All he could think about was how great it would be next year at the school without having to keep worrying about them. He honestly couldn’t wait.

| NOTES: |

• Casey’s true parentage remains is not public knowledge.
• Has daddy issues.
• Regularly insists that faeries need more sleep than humans. He’s lying.
• Tried a peppermint mocha at Starbucks once. He’s still obsessed with them.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

I would like to apologise for the atrocious use of slang in that post.

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

“Who the fuck is this clown?” Quentin exclaimed, gesturing at the room’s most recent arrival.

The mutant did have a point, that was for sure. America herself was confused, as despite everything she had seen during her travels throughout the multiverse, this was entirely new. This had been her first ever encounter with someone who shared her ability to hop between dimensions. To be honest, she had expected something different. Someone fearsome and all powerful! Least of all, not some two-bit punk. It took a few seconds to even take in everything about the guy. This guy, Pusher Man as Derek referred to him as, certainly had a weird idea of style, with the man wearing a mismatch of different types of clothing, from a purple fedora atop his head, to a long flowing cape with a fur collar. On his fists, the man wore what appeared to be a pair of high-tech gauntlets, no doubt having the power to deal a whole fistful of pain.

“Name’s Pusher Man, dawg. You better respect or I’ll be givin’ yo a whuppin’”

America realized in that instant that she had never wanted to punch someone in the face as much as this guy. Quentin seemed to share that opinion, with him giving America a look as if to say “Please tell me this isn’t actually happening right now.”

Wishing to get this over with, America stepped forward in an intimidating manner. “Ok Chicos. I take it that you’re the guys behind the mutant growth hormone back on my Earth?”

“I thought that would be obvious, Ms America.” Derek proclaimed, moving back to sit behind his desk.

“Yeah, we’re know who you are, shawty” Derek’s adolescent friend chimed in politely. “And after we’re done with you m’ rep will be flyin’, you know what I’m sayin’?”

America felt embarrassed for herself that she even knew what he was saying. Did people seriously think that it is “cool” to speak like that? If it was, then America definitely didn’t want to be cool or anything of the sort. That’s not the only thing that confused her about this encounter. She nearly pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. This couldn’t be happening. Were the villains really monologing about their evil plan?

“So I met Mr B ‘ere, and told ‘im about my mad skillz.” Pusher Man explained, leaning back against Derek Bishop’s desk. He jolted forward however before continuing due to an irritated cough emerging from Derek who obviously wasn’t a fan of anyone touching his desk. “Sorry bruv. Anyway, back in da day, I was just a regular gangsta from the hood. Then boom! I’m a mutant! Teleportation powers baby!”

“Quite so. With my colleague’s abilities, we started our little side project.” Derek continued. “Selling Mutant Growth Hormone across the multiverse! How quaint! Pusher Man provided the first sample of the drug...”

“Yeah boi! Came across this shit ages ago! Was well crazy!”

“Then it was just a simple matter of recreating it. It was a flawless plan.”

“Until you came along, Shawty.”

Ms. America had had enough. Now, it was punching time. She moved forward, cracking her knuckles, intent on sending Pusher Man’s head flying off of his shoulders when Quentin stopped her.

“Wait. Why’d you do this Bishop? Surely your wife wouldn’t have wanted this!”

What was Quentin doing? Why on earth was he asking about the man’s wife? And how did he know about her? America raised her eyebrow at the thought. Quire’s telepathic abilities must have started working again. She just had to trust that the mutant knew what he was doing.

The question certainly caught Derek off-guard too. He rose from his seat, moving around the desk and back in front of the two teenagers. The question had put a strange smile on the man’s face. He paused for a few moments in thought before letting out a small chuckle. Was this funny to him?

“You see, running a delivery business isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be! Sure everyone’s shopping online nowadays, but there are hundreds, and I mean hundreds, of other companies out there doing the exact same thing. Thought it was time to try something new” He explained. He paused again for a few seconds before continuing. “As for my wife? Well you’re right. The bitch didn’t agree. So I had her killed. Didn’t take much. Just a few faulty screws on the ski lift at her favourite resort in Boulder. Everyone believed that I was an accide…”

“How…How could you!”

The sudden sound of the sobbing young woman surprised everyone in the room. Well everyone but Quentin. She was around their age, with dark hair and apart from the eyes which was now red and blotchy from the tears, a pale face. She seemed to have been training, evident by the yoga pants she was sporting and the purple tracksuit jacket. Evident by that, and the bow and arrow in her hand. America couldn’t tell which was more threatening. The sight of the notched arrow, or the furious look on her face. A quick smirk from Quentin clearly told America that he knew that she had been there in the doorway the entire time. And judging by her anger, she certainly wasn’t happy that her father had ordered her mother dead.

“Katherine… what… it’s not… it’s not how it sounds darling!”

“Shut it father. I’m going to fucking kill you!” Kate Bishop screamed, firing the arrow.