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Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - A Hyperhuman Roleplay

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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Peregrine Mayfield

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Location: The Mall
Skills: N/A
Fit Of The Day

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"So this is a mall?"

Detective Edward White had never stepped foot in a mall before today. This was for two reasons. One: He hated shopping with a passion. Unless it was for necessities, he would rather go to the dentist for dental surgery. And two: He was dead. Well, dead was subjective. Like, physically, yes, Detective Ed was done-zo. Killed way back when before the internet and cell phones were a thing.

This was where Peregrine stepped in.

"Yep! Basically, a whole bunch of different stores and restaurants are put into one giant building so people can come and get everything they need in one fell swoop!" Peregrine was walking along the pathways having come with some of the others from the mansion. Peregrine shivered a bit, recalling meeting everyone there. There was a tenseness she could sense, even without her acute empathic abilities. Whatever it was, she decided against bugging people about it until they were ready.

But she hoped this trip to the nearby mall would serve as a way of popping some of those social bubbles! The sheer amount of people who were shy and withdrawn at that mansion, you would think it was a mental hospital for the socially anxious! Granted, she was one to talk. Looking at her now, with her colorful outfit and silver hair, one would never have thought that there was a period in her life when she was the quiet one. She served to never fall back into that again.

Which was why she was at the mall. Speaking to a dead guy. In clear view of others. Awkward.

"Not your scene, I know, but I remember you asking to learn more about the modern world whenever possible. There serves no better tutorial than the mall. It is a meeting place for people of all ages. You got the teens skipping school, the moms with too much money, the stoners, and the criminals. Each working together in this little microcosm."

She could sense that Detective Ed was not too thrilled. "And you like this?" Peregrine shrugged. "Like is a strong word. I enjoy it when I go shopping, but the mall can feel too crowded. Plus, even you would be surprised at the number of spirits and ghosts that walk along the mall too." Peregrine surmised that part of it was for innocent reasons, but she also was aware that the mall was a prime location for active shooters. And she wouldn't be surprised if the mall was built on top of graves.

Peregrine kept her eye out for any of the others that came with her. She hoped to get to know them all but recognized it would take time. She was the new girl, after all. "Well, while we walk and see about getting to know the other peeps from the mansion, let me introduce you to one of the mall's prime delicacies: corn dogs."

"What is a corn dog?" Detective Ed asked, with a visible worried look.

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Sabine Bassard

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

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Sabine looked over at April as the girl practically fell over on herself at Sabine's words. Weirdo. But a cute weirdo nonetheless. But the time for that was passed. Danny was her sole focus. Even with Mai there in her adorable get-up. And she was right. They were all hot. Must be something in the water.

Danny's suggestion of the dunk tank was not without merit. Dunking the teachers and staff would be a surefire way to lift up Danny's spirits. Especially Coulson. The man could serve to be dunked on, though she imagined it was not the first time he was. "The Dunk Tank it is. Can't want to see the look on Coulson's face." At that mental image, Sabine smiled gracefully. April returned with food and Sabine had to fight off a gut reaction. Visceral in nature. Her relationship with food was better. Not great, but better. Danny was the only one who knew of it. She wondered if he was aware of her thoughts. Sabine decided to ignore the food for now. Perhaps she will grab some popcorn or something light later. "Danny, you can't just ask to ride someone. What will people think?" Sabine added with a wink.

Some little freshman twerp decided to open their mouth in her presence and, by the grace of goddess, Sabine decided to just ignore them. "Ignore them. The school will chew them up and spit them out if they enter with that amount of attitude. Shall we?" Sabine linked arms with Danny as she propelled forward toward the dunk tanks.

"We are at this school for a reason. If they didn't want us using our powers, then we would be at some other school for normies. Can you imagine? If all else fails, I'll make them forget what they saw. Maybe even throw in a memory of them wetting themselves for good measure. Nothing brings a person down like public embarrassment. Sabine checked back to see if either the big bear or the almost-going-to-be-toasted-if-she-continues-to-run-her-mouth freshie followed them. If they knew better, they would go about their day.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

Hi all,

Try as I might I just don't have the inspiration to post in this so I will be dropping out. Thank you for the opportunity though and I wish you all the best.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

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Quill Saves The Day Pt. 2

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Moises came to later, though he was unsure how much time had passed. The last thing he remembered was the attractive woman in the elevator and nearly getting to his place before everything went dark. He tried to recollect. Did something happen? Were they attacked? NO, he remembered. He remembered the volts that were sent through his body.

The bitch did this.

He tried to move his arm and found he couldn't. Blinking a few times to clear his vision, he checked himself out and saw that he was strung up, chained to the ceiling. He couldn't move from this spot. He attempted to rip the chains off in a vain attempt to get free.

"I wouldn't tire yourself out so quickly. We are only getting started."

Quill came out of the darkness now. She took graceful steps forward, the heels of her shoes clicking on the tiled floor beneath them. She sat down on the chair that Moises hadn't noticed before. Quill glanced up and caught his eye, giving him a smile.

"What the hell did you do to me?"

"I sent a message. See Moises, I know all about you. I know exactly who you are. That playboy on the cover of magazines and billboards and ads. That's not who you are, is it?"

Moises felt tense. Who the hell was this woman?

"No, Moises. I know what you do behind locked doors. I know about all of the women who you take home and are never seen again. I know how much is sent to news outlets to keep it all quiet. I know about paying to ensure the families are silent or disposed of. I know everything. Granted, a lot of it was kept under lock and key. To your credit, it took some effort. But you have quite the log. I'd call it genius keeping tabs on all of your dirty work if it wasn't so fucking stupid."

Moises lashed out, reaching for Quill's throat. The gorram bitch! How dare she think she had something over him. Women needed to learn their place.

"I imagine you are thinking that I am just some woman who needs to be put in her place. What you don't seem to get, Moises is that I am not here on my own. Granted, it was a pleasure to take you down a peg. No, I am here purely on business. It seems you ruffled some feathers and needed to be....taken care of."

Moises felt the sweat pool on the back of his neck. He needed to get out of this somehow. Get her to unlock him so he could take her out and move on from this nightmare. "What do you want? Money? I have money! Name a figure and it's yours."

Quill chuckled. "Oh sweetie. I am not doing this for money. And nothing you have will satisfy me, though I bet that's not the first time you heard that from a woman."

Moises, again, lunged at her. "I would keep that anger in check. You see, Moises. I needed something and to get that something I had to do this. I was tasked with killing you." Quill could see Moises' eyes widen, though he did his best to hide it. "Oh don't get it wrong, I have no intention of ending your life physically. That would be the easy way out. A bullet through the temple and that's it. You go to wherever dirtbags like you go. I don't believe in heaven or hell so." She shrugged.

"Then what are you going to do?" Moises uttered.

"Good question. I still intend to kill you, of course. But not so much your physical existence. Instead, I want the accumulation of all of the women you killed to be weighed down on you. I want people to look at you like the trash you are. Every time your name is brought up I want people to vomit due to how disgusting you are. I want your name synonymous with filth."

Moises started laughing now. "I am invincible bitch! There is no system out there that will listen. I pay them off well."

Quill nodded. "Oh, I know. And I looked. You covered your tracks well. However, what you did not account for was those that deal with...let's say 'underhanded methods'. Those that can't be so easily bought. It pays to have friends in low places. In fact, I would say right now all of the information in your little black book is being leaked far and wide." Sure enough, Quill heard a ring and looked at her communicator. "Ah yes, the deed is done. Soon word of your little hobby here will get out. And while law enforcement might be slow to respond, I guarantee there is an army of women from all walks of life who will not sit idly by knowing you like to target them. Then the authorities will have to respond. And don't get it twisted, thinking a high-price lawyer will get you out of it or the judge will toss the case. I made sure that they all knew that their families and friends were targets. How else would they listen to you? Blackmail can be real dirty."

Quill stood up. "I'll call to have someone let you go. Maybe they'll give you a head start. I would take this opportunity to pray to whatever god you believe in, because where you are going, you are going to need a miracle to survive."

WIth that, she turned to leave, hearing the cries and curses of Moises as he ultimately came to his fate.

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“Yuri Antonov,” Hekubah proclaimed, “you and your entire crew are bound by law for illegal human trafficking and unpermitted slave acquisition. You,” he couldn’t help grinning as the cuffs bit again into the first mate’s wrists, “are going away for a long, long time.”

Before the good detective could make good on his word, one of his subordinates could be heard. "Miss, you can't go through here. It is a crime scene! Miss! MISS!"

Kehubah turned to see an attractive blonde woman stride forward. "Who are you? How'd you get in here?"

Quill cast an eye on Yuri and the others, seeing them worse for wear. She clenched her fist before she unclenched and brought her syrupy smile. "Quill Cassidy. The pleasure is yours. I am here to see that my friends here are released and not bothered."

Hekubah started laughing. "And what makes you think I will do such a thing."

"Well detective, I imagine you like following the letter of the law. So here." Quill handed the man a lengthy file. Hekubah took it and opened it, glancing over the papers. Once his eyes fell to the wording, he appeared surprised. "I'll sum it up for you. We have a license signed by Veronica St. Bartholemew herself allowing the transportation of the anabaptists on this Firefly vessel. We also have legal documentation to traverse through your jurisdiction without harm. And, if my eyes don't deceive me, I believe my friends here have come to some harm. Do I need to inspect the anabaptists for injuries too?"

Before the good detective could muster anything else, Quill continued. "Here's what I suggest happens next. I suggest you let my friends go with sincere apologies for how you treated them. I then suggest you go to the anabaptists and apologize for their treatment and see about getting them some resources for their trouble. Then, I would take your badge and kiss it goodbye because, when I am done with you, you will be lucky if you get to clean the toilets of your law enforcement agency, much less work the streets again. Are we clear?"

Avengers Academy: Junior Year 💥

Sabine Bassard

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

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Sabine was not high enough for this. If she had known she would be engulfed in this absolute clusterfuck of human interaction, she would have made her way to the carnival proper and ignored it all. But she wouldn't leave Danny behind, the lucky bastard. First things first, addressing the elephant in the room. Leah. She hadn't intended to interact with the girl, in fact, she hoped that Leah would just fuck off and kick rocks (ha!) but she had to make a comment. "The fiery depths of hell, of course. The same hole your future is in. And your fashion sense. Did you get in a fight with a thrift shop and lose?" With that swiftly said, and Leah finally fucking off, Sabine tended to the other matters.

For a split second, the flame-grilled freshie popped out of existence and then swiftly came back. Impressive, perhaps, but the little twerp was acting like all of this was intentional. And, apparently, Danny has possessed him? Things were getting more and more tragic. Soon, Casper the Bitch Ghost started wailing about his birthday being ruined before poofing off, leaving a trail of snacks behind. "Did he just shit treats as he left?" With wonder in her eyes, Danny immediately clung to her, asking her to fix it or what to do. Diana, another person she tolerated, offered no help. "First, if I altered his memory there would be nothing to forgive so that point is moot. Second, Danny, why do you care if some dumb freshman doesn't like you? Regardless of what happened, they aren't worth the dirt we are currently standing on. And third, that was a badass fire trick, but maybe hold off on the fireworks until later or at least until we can crowd a group of the fresh meat freshman."

Before she could continue, in swooped a giant of a man along with an attachment of sorts, which turned out to be Mai. The last of the people she gave any semblance of a fuck about. "Mai, perfect timing. I believe Danny is fine. physically at least. I was about to suggest we go into this carnival they got and see if we can forget about the whole thing. Anything you want to do Danny. Within reason, of course. I am not getting this ensemble dirty, even for you." Sabine glanced over at the dude Mai rode in on. He looked familiar, she was sure she saw him around (I mean, it was kind of hard to miss him), but that didn't matter.

Then her eyes fell on April, who seemed embarrassed by the whole situation. "Same goes for you too, gorgeous. Don't let the whims of those beneath you get to you. Everyone comes after those at the top. It is only natural." With that said, Sabine turned back to Danny and Mai. "So, shall we go see what all the fuss is about?"

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Mercy

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Peregrine Mayfield

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Character Summary

Name: Peregrine Cassidy Mayfield
Aliases: Perry, Pear, Mercy
Age: 20
Birthday: January 15, 2002
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Gender: Cisgender Female
Powers:Mediumship: Peregrine has the ability to speak to the spirits of the dead. She can see spirits and converse with them. Depending on the relationship formed with the spirits, Peregrine can also summon and dismiss spirits at will and the spirits can help Peregrine in a variety of matters.
Enhanced Empathy: Peregrine has the ability to perceive other people's emotions. Peregrine can use this power to sense what others are really feeling, potentially identifying liars, as well as use it in combat through emotional reading (sensing potential attacks).
Editorial Nickname: Séance
Alignment: Chaotic Good
How many years have they been at the mansion?: New Arrival

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Appearance

Height: 5'8''
Weight: 122 lbs
Build: Slightly Curvy
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Natural Brunette (though it is never her natural color)
Skin Tone: Light Cream
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tattoo of a rainbow semicolon butterfly on her right wrist, both ears pierced (two on both sides), slight scarring on her right wrist
Personal Style: Peregrine dresses exactly as she wants with little care to what others view as "acceptable". This includes dressing in a variety of styles ranging from hippie to preppy, to gothic, to lolita, to "whatever she is feeling that day". Peregrine does not care for gender norms for clothing and will wear masculine and feminine clothing at will.

Peregrine does not wear her natural hair color often (or at all) preferring to change it randomly to various colors including pink, blue, silver, blonde, grey, etc. Peregrine wears little jewelry other than her ear piercings. Peregrine wears make-up matching her clothing style for the day.

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Psychology

Bubbly * Excitable * Considerate * Meddlesome * Venturesome * Opinionated

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Having been at a really low end in her life, Peregrine has made it her mission to be as happy and optimistic as she can be. When faced with death almost on the daily, Peregrine prefers to see the light. Bubbly and kind to those she meets, Peregrine does not have a hard time making friends. Though Peregrine can be too excitable for her own good, often leading her to saying or doing something she shouldn't.

Despite this, Peregrine is not a pushover. She will stand up for herself and others when faced with wrongdoing and is not afraid to break a rule if it gets in her way. She has strong opinions for how the world should be and it would take a strong force to get her to sway on those views. When Peregrine cares for someone, she goes at the relationship with all she has, sometimes too much. Even though she may overextend herself, she is a strong ally and does what she can for others, because she knows what it is like to be at your lowest point and have no one to turn to.
Habits:

• Chewing the ends of pens
• Snapping bubblegum

Hobbies:

• Scrapbooking
• Tarot Card Reading
• Roller Skating
• Meditation
• Video Games
• Social Media

Fears:

• Sharks
• Being Buried Alive
• Needles

Likes:

• K-pop
• Rainbows
• Ice Cream (Preferably Mint Chocolate Chip)
• Shopping
• Social Media
• Roller Skating

Dislikes:

• Sexism (but really, all of the -isms)
• Sushi
• Predictable Rom-Coms
• Incels
• ASMR
• Long Lines

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Coding
• Fashion
• Tarot Card Reading
• Counseling
• Meditation
• Persuasion

Combat Skills:

• Self-Defense (Unarmed Combat)
• Combative Summoning
• Empathic Energy Combat
• Spiritual Energy Blast

Medical Issues/Injuries

• TW: Suicide

  Peregrine used to cut her wrists when she was 10 years old. Though she has never had an attempt, she came very close to overdosing on painkillers but stopped herself before it got that far. She has been in therapy before.

Possessions:

• Cell Phone
• Lucky Cat Keychain
• Journal
• Colored Gel Pens
• Tarot Cards
• Ouiji Board
• Pocket Knife
• Laptop
• Yoga Mat
• Roller Skates

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History

How did you discover your powers: Peregrine was very young when she discovered she could see and converse with spirits. What she felt was normal her parents felt was cause for concern. No one believed she had the ability to speak to spirits and was hospitalized at a young age because of it. Peregrine was also, during this time, able to sense emotions in others, which allowed her to understand how to hide her ability.

General History: The youngest member of the family, Peregrine was spoiled. Growing up, her parents doted on her daily, leaving a wide gap between her three other siblings. Peregrine never noticed though, which led to fights and name calling. Peregrine relied on school to make up the deficit she felt at home. Soon, her parents noticed that Peregrine would be speaking to someone who wasn't there. Chalking it up to an imaginary friend, it wasn't until her parents noticed that she would be responding and getting upset at whoever was there that they grew concerned.

Her parents sought professional help. Unbeknownst to naive, young Peregrine, who was able to see the people she spoke to, she did not know this was a strange occurrence. The psychiatrists she spoke to determined that she was showing signs of early schizophrenia and would need to be hospitalized for further study. Peregrine was held in a hospital, unable to see her parents as often as she had before. Peregrine gradually realized what was wrong and what was off about her. She soon was able to sense other people's emotions and responded accordingly, saying what she needed to and demonstrating she was "normal".

Eventually after being there for two years, she was released. Her parents were still concerned and sent Peregrine to live with her aunt and uncle. It was there she was abused and ridiculed by the other kids at school, calling her a freak when they noticed she would be speaking to other people that were not there. The abuse got so bad that Peregrine contemplated horrible things.

Despite all of this, Peregrine remembered some things from therapy. Slowly, but surely, Peregrine was able to work her way through her problems and, after she graduated, came into her own identity and decided to not be trifled with anymore. She also made the decision to seek out further help with the powers she was developing. Xavier Institute seemed like the best place to start.

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Extras

Character Quote: "With death staring at ya in the face, you may as well enjoy life!"
Theme Song: Monsters - All Time Low (Feat. Demi Lavato)
Anything Else: Linky. Favorite Marvel Character is Ms. Marvel

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Spirit Rolodex

Detective Edward White: (494B8D) A detective during the 40's who was shot and killed in an act of betrayal. Met Peregrine when he was trying to make amends with his daughter by way of his granddaughter. After helping him, Edward pledged to help Peregrine when she calls.
-Ability (Ice Grasp): Edward is able to grab on to something and inflict cold through his touch. This can be people or objects.

Barry Kirkpatrick: (6558E5) A security guard at the mall. Killed after having a heart attack at the food court. Met Peregrine during the mall attack and decided to tag along by finding out how he can be more of a help to others than he was when he was alive.
-Ability (Taser Shock): Barry is able to send a taser blast sending shock damage and potentially causing immobilization.

Mary Ellen Psezaro: (B6EB93) An astronaut who was considered the smartest on her team and sacrificed herself to save her team from a space station explosion. Met Perry on the asteroid and tagged along, hoping to help others and see Earth again.
-Ability (There Goes Gravity): Mary Ellen is able to disrupt gravity for a moment, causing people to loe their footing and become disoriented.

Adonatille Lafayette (8F6497 A voodoo priestess from history with mystical powers. Met Perry in New Orleans. She was hunted and killed for her gifts and decided to help Perry stop the trouble going on in her home.
-Ability (Hexxed): Adonatille can curse people, causing disturbances and distress and causing them misfortune for a brief time. The bad luck can cause all matter of mayhem.

Relations - Asteroid M

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Relations

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Peregrine Mayfield

"So this is what it's like to have friends that are alive."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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👋 Marygold Isley 👋
"I think we may but heads, but she seems like a competent leader and lord knows we'll need one of those"

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💛 Guin Stark 💛
"She seems dope! And her father is Iron Man? Badass!"

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💛 Carolina Reed 💛
"Quiet, but she seems sweet enough. "

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💛 Pietro Maximoff 💛
"If him and Guin weren't already together, I would ship them SO HARD."

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💛 Lance Banner 💛
"Is there something in the water at this place that makes the people here just...generally awesome?"

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🌓 Bethany Bell 🌓
"Dark and brooding without ghosts around you? I dunno..."

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🌓 Antoinette McCarthy 🌓
"There's hidden depths to this chick, I'm sure. Just have to find them."

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🌓 Edus Penior 🌓
"Dude seems full of himself, but when aren't we all?"

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👋 Nakoa Kaban 👋
"Seems like a good guy, hope to know him better."

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💛 Maxamillian Gray 💛
"I feel like we would click pretty instantly. And his fashion game is on-point."

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💙 Neil Spellman 💙
"My boy here can summon the dead and I can speak to them. We are destined to be best friends!"

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🌓 Jaclyn Chreyz 🌓
"There's a mixed feeling here. I am going to see how she interacts, but otherwise, I don't dislike her."

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💛 Mirembe Adebayo 💛
"Whatever energy this chick gives off, inject it into my veins!"

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Relations - Dark Phoenix

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Relations

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Peregrine Mayfield

"So this is what it's like to have friends that are alive."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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👋 Marygold Isley 👋
"She's really a strong person, but I find myself unable to get to know her well. Part my fault, part hers, but I know she has a lot of her plate."

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💛 Guin Stark 💛
"She's so cool. Can I be her when I grow up? Also her and Pietro? #Goals!"

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💛 Carolina Reed 💛
"Once you crack open that shell she's super sweet."

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💛 Pietro Maximoff 💛
"Dude seems nice and you can tell he cares about Guin, so that puts him good in my book."

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💛 Lance Banner 💛
"Despite what beats underneath, he is a good guy."

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👋 Bethany Bell 👋
"She seems okay but I can't get a read on her. She jumps to help others so she's not all bad."

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👋 Antoinette McCarthy 👋
"She seems so bubbly and nice I can't help but be on a sugar high when she's around."

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👋 Edus Penior 👋
"He has attended a few of my events and seems chill, if a little withdrawn."

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💛 Maxamillian Gray 💛
"A good person to have in your corner. I am glad he's around to help me navigate this carnival of creatures we have gathered."

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💙 Avery Spellman 💙
"I am so proud of you and the person you have become. Look out world!"

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💛 Jaclyn Chreyz 💛
"She's so cool! I hope she likes me. Does she like me? Oh my god...."

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💛 Mirembe Adebayo 💛
"She's so chill. It's hard to read but I think we hit it off nicely."

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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Mercy

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Peregrine Mayfield

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Character Summary

Name: Peregrine Cassidy Mayfield
Aliases: Perry, Pear, Mercy
Age: 20
Birthday: January 15, 2002
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Gender: Cisgender Female
Powers:Mediumship: Peregrine has the ability to speak to the spirits of the dead. She can see spirits and converse with them. Depending on the relationship formed with the spirits, Peregrine can also summon and dismiss spirits at will and the spirits can help Peregrine in a variety of matters.
Enhanced Empathy: Peregrine has the ability to perceive other people's emotions. Peregrine can use this power to sense what others are really feeling, potentially identifying liars, as well as use it in combat through emotional reading (sensing potential attacks).
Editorial Nickname: Séance
Alignment: Chaotic Good
How many years have they been at the mansion?: New Arrival

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Appearance

Height: 5'8''
Weight: 122 lbs
Build: Slightly Curvy
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Natural Brunette (though it is never her natural color)
Skin Tone: Light Cream
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tattoo of a rainbow semicolon butterfly on her right wrist, both ears pierced (two on both sides), slight scarring on her right wrist
Personal Style: Peregrine dresses exactly as she wants with little care to what others view as "acceptable". This includes dressing in a variety of styles ranging from hippie to preppy, to gothic, to lolita, to "whatever she is feeling that day". Peregrine does not care for gender norms for clothing and will wear masculine and feminine clothing at will.

Peregrine does not wear her natural hair color often (or at all) preferring to change it randomly to various colors including pink, blue, silver, blonde, grey, etc. Peregrine wears little jewelry other than her ear piercings. Peregrine wears make-up matching her clothing style for the day.

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Psychology

Bubbly * Excitable * Considerate * Meddlesome * Venturesome * Opinionated

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Having been at a really low end in her life, Peregrine has made it her mission to be as happy and optimistic as she can be. When faced with death almost on the daily, Peregrine prefers to see the light. Bubbly and kind to those she meets, Peregrine does not have a hard time making friends. Though Peregrine can be too excitable for her own good, often leading her to saying or doing something she shouldn't.

Despite this, Peregrine is not a pushover. She will stand up for herself and others when faced with wrongdoing and is not afraid to break a rule if it gets in her way. She has strong opinions for how the world should be and it would take a strong force to get her to sway on those views. When Peregrine cares for someone, she goes at the relationship with all she has, sometimes too much. Even though she may overextend herself, she is a strong ally and does what she can for others, because she knows what it is like to be at your lowest point and have no one to turn to.
Habits:

• Chewing the ends of pens
• Snapping bubblegum

Hobbies:

• Scrapbooking
• Tarot Card Reading
• Roller Skating
• Meditation
• Video Games
• Social Media

Fears:

• Sharks
• Being Buried Alive
• Needles

Likes:

• K-pop
• Rainbows
• Ice Cream (Preferably Mint Chocolate Chip)
• Shopping
• Social Media
• Roller Skating

Dislikes:

• Sexism (but really, all of the -isms)
• Sushi
• Predictable Rom-Coms
• Incels
• ASMR
• Long Lines

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Coding
• Fashion
• Tarot Card Reading
• Counseling
• Meditation
• Persuasion

Combat Skills:

• Self-Defense (Unarmed Combat)
• Combative Summoning
• Empathic Energy Combat

Medical Issues/Injuries

• TW: Suicide

  Peregrine used to cut her wrists when she was 10 years old. Though she has never had an attempt, she came very close to overdosing on painkillers but stopped herself before it got that far. She has been in therapy before.

Possessions:

• Cell Phone
• Lucky Cat Keychain
• Journal
• Colored Gel Pens
• Tarot Cards
• Ouiji Board
• Pocket Knife
• Laptop
• Yoga Mat
• Roller Skates

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History

How did you discover your powers: Peregrine was very young when she discovered she could see and converse with spirits. What she felt was normal her parents felt was cause for concern. No one believed she had the ability to speak to spirits and was hospitalized at a young age because of it. Peregrine was also, during this time, able to sense emotions in others, which allowed her to understand how to hide her ability.

General History: The youngest member of the family, Peregrine was spoiled. Growing up, her parents doted on her daily, leaving a wide gap between her three other siblings. Peregrine never noticed though, which led to fights and name calling. Peregrine relied on school to make up the deficit she felt at home. Soon, her parents noticed that Peregrine would be speaking to someone who wasn't there. Chalking it up to an imaginary friend, it wasn't until her parents noticed that she would be responding and getting upset at whoever was there that they grew concerned.

Her parents sought professional help. Unbeknownst to naive, young Peregrine, who was able to see the people she spoke to, she did not know this was a strange occurrence. The psychiatrists she spoke to determined that she was showing signs of early schizophrenia and would need to be hospitalized for further study. Peregrine was held in a hospital, unable to see her parents as often as she had before. Peregrine gradually realized what was wrong and what was off about her. She soon was able to sense other people's emotions and responded accordingly, saying what she needed to and demonstrating she was "normal".

Eventually after being there for two years, she was released. Her parents were still concerned and sent Peregrine to live with her aunt and uncle. It was there she was abused and ridiculed by the other kids at school, calling her a freak when they noticed she would be speaking to other people that were not there. The abuse got so bad that Peregrine contemplated horrible things.

Despite all of this, Peregrine remembered some things from therapy. Slowly, but surely, Peregrine was able to work her way through her problems and, after she graduated, came into her own identity and decided to not be trifled with anymore. She also made the decision to seek out further help with the powers she was developing. Xavier Institute seemed like the best place to start.

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Extras

Character Quote: "With death staring at ya in the face, you may as well enjoy life!"
Theme Song: Monsters - All Time Low (Feat. Demi Lavato)
Anything Else: Linky. Favorite Marvel Character is Ms. Marvel

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Firefly - Second 'Verse

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Quill Saves The Day Pt. 1

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"You want a what?"

Veronica St. Bartholemew sat across from Quill. Every inch of her was tailored for a specific purpose. How else does one become a big shot on Osiris without looking the part. Veronica was a contact from back before Quill became a Companion. Their families often dealt with each other, leaving the girls to their devices. Veronica was always the one that got them in the most trouble. Now she sat there in a business suit, glasses perched on the tip of her nose, as Quill asked for a favor.

"I need a legal document detailing how the ship I am on is legally obligated and well within its rights to transport a bunch of refugees to safety."

Verona blinked. And then blinked again. "Quill, did you hit your head on the way over here? Do I need to contact medical?"

Quill could understand the hesitancy, but time was a factor. "I have never been more serious. There's a slew of men, women, and children on that vessel and if we have no paperwork to show them, they are going to be taken back."

"Quill, I am not without sympathy, but rules are rules. What did you say these people were?"

"Anabaptists."

"That's a sticky subject on an average day Quill. You want me to stick my neck out to pull roughly 10 favors I have to get you some documentation for a bunch of Anabaptists? You realize if this gets back to me my head will roll. Literally. I've fended off three assassination attempts this month alone."

"I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. Not only that, but the crew on the ship will be in danger. And they are good people."

"This is a Firefly vessel, right?"

"I know what it sounds like, but I've seen them work. They look out for each other and, as you can see, other people as well. Especially those who need it."

Verona clicked her long fingernails on the table. "A favor like this requires a substantial one in return. A job. Get it done and I will do as you ask."

"What's the job?"

Veronica laced her fingers together. "I want you to kill a man."

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Moises Arryan sat back on the couch as the club's lights pulsed and thrashed to the music. Every so often the colors would highlight the woman dancing in front of him, but he was paying her little mind. This was for show, as it always has been. The media outlets thrived on stories of him out and about, getting into light mischief, drinking and partying. That was the surface image he gave off. One that was curated by a team he paid top money for. Can't have the hounds sniffing out what he got to behind closed doors.

He stood up and finished off the glass of some top-shelf alcohol he forgot the name of as he patted the woman's hip as a signal for her to move on. He walked forward, shimmying his hips to the beat, in search of the next opportunity. As his eyes traversed the club, they landed on a figure dancing on a table. Her hair was stylishly done to accentuate her face and her dress left very little to the imagination. She moved around like she had one too many drinks and would not remember where she was when she woke up.

She was perfect.

He sidled over to her. She caught his eye and gave a drunken smile. "Hey, handsome. Like my dance moves?"

Truth be told, it made him sick thinking of being intimate with her, but he gave her his killer smile, "You bet. What's your name gorgeous?"

"Chastity!"

Ironic.

"A pretty name for a pretty woman," he said as he helped her off the table. "Do you come here often? I don't think I've seen you before."

"First time here! I came with some girlfriends on an extended trip during our break from school. Seems they ditched me to go back to the hotel. What losers! I don't want to stop dancing!" She accentuated this point by moving around him, letting her hands travel across his chest. He pushed back a shudder. "Their loss is my gain."

The woman gave a bubbly laugh, "So who are you?"

"Name's Moises. I own this club."

"Oh my god! No way! You must be like, a bajillionaire!"

"Not quite that, but I do well enough."

He noted her eyes grew more interested. Typical. That's all women like her cared about. A big bank account or a big.....well either way, he knew what he had to do.

"Listen, I know a place we can get to for a private after-party. You can keep dancing all night."

She nodded enthusiastically as he grabbed her hand to lead her to his car. Along the way he plotted what he would do.

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They had pulled up to a building that, from the outside, looked like your typical housing unit. The girl would be none the wiser as to what was done inside. He led her up some steps, noting she was swaying. "Are we there yet?"

"Almost."

He unlocked the door and pushed the button to call the lift. She was fumbling around in her purse. He figured for some lip gloss or a condom. Both of which would serve her very little. The lift pulled up and he maneuvered her inside. He reached into his pocket, fingers grasping the injection he had stashed away. "Oh poop, you know what I forgot?" the girl said. He fought off an eye roll. "What's that sweethea-" he began to say before 50,000 volts entered his body as he slumped to the ground. "Never mind. Found it!" Quill said, as Moises' vision faded.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛𝚜

I shall endeavor to post also