Sincerely

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I think trying to get everyone together is definitely the right way to move forward. This way as they discover their powers in the coming days they will recognize each other and be a bit more inclined to interact with each other. Maybe if we mix up the current groups by having them split among two or three hospitals it could let everyone "meet" everybody. For instance, Samira met City and David by the docks, but then maybe she meets Waylon and Petra at the hospital. Just something to create the sense of a familiar face.

I was trying to think of a way to keep the entire group on edge as the scientists frame the interns for the attack. The only thing I could come up with is that the FBI/SHIELD would have them under surveillance. Initially because they survived as hundreds died overnight from the injuries, and then even more so as they started to discover their powers. SHIELD would never be as obvious as a guy in a dark suit and sunglasses staring at you from the corner (the FBI might), but if they all get the feeling of being watched maybe that would make the characters reach out to see if the others are being followed too. Just to get everyone together.

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Posted and I added a logo for Samira.

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Hunter's South Point Park
Long Island City, Queens, New York, USA
July 4, 2023 9:35PM EDT

As Samira crossed the park it was one of the most terrifying moments of her life. Not only was she walking further away from her dead father who lay on the grass. She had blood on her hands and she wasn't sure if it belonged to her or if it was the blood that was all over her father's face when she found him. She couldn't stop to think about it though. She couldn't stop to think about any of it. If she let herself process what was going on she would break down hysterically. No one could handle the switch from never seeing a single dead body to literally stepping over them. A few people were still seizing on the ground, but there was nothing Samira could do to help them. There were a few people who seemed to be standing, unaffected but the mist like she was. But the hardest part of it all was the way the fireworks continued to explode in the sky. Each boom resonated loudly throughout the parkland she could feel herself jumping. Would the next firework have that same mist in it? Did the sadistic fucks who planned this find some way to put nails into the fireworks so bits of shrapnel would rain down on them next? The young Wakandan already knew that she would never celebrate another Fourth of July again.

Approaching the girl who made the announcement from the stage, Catherine, and the guy who jumped into the water Samira wasn't able to get a word in before she had to check her phone for her brother's message. "Oh my god." She said as the realization hit her. She had her phone! Fishing it out of the pocket of her jeans, she winced as her hands rubbed roughly against the denim. Dialing 9-1-1, she held the phone to her ear until the operator's voice came through clearly. "My name is Samira Mwangi. I'm the daughter of a diplomat. There's been some sort of attack here at Hunter's Point South Park, where the fireworks are going off." She began to pace back and forth as the operator assured her that someone was coming to inspect the scene as many people watching from home began to call in. This stupid person didn't understand! Trying to maintain her composure, she took a shaky breath. "Stop! You need to listen to me. I'm not some con telling you this because I have nothing better to do!" She said, the French she was used to speaking slipping out in her frustration. "I am here! My father is dead, so many people are dead! You must send help!" Once the dispatch confirmed that multiple ambulances and cops were on their way, she hung up the phone. It may be too late to save most of these people, but hopefully some could still get help.

"Samira." She answered when asked to introduce herself. "My father..." Her voice cracked as she tried to explain the situation. She brought a fist to her lips and forced herself to calm down. She couldn't get answers if she couldn't speak coherently. "You knew what was happening before it happened. What was it? Why am I standing here when so many others are gone?" She gestured vaguely to the bodies blanketing the lawn like snow on a wintery morning. Each time a new firework would explode she would jump and then shut her eyes. Death was death. She didn't need to see it in filters of color as the lights flashed in the sky.

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I'm thinking about making an Iceman character. I don't know yet. I'm still very undecided and have to do some tweaking to my first post for the time changes and then do my second.

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Ooh this sounds fun. Can I reserve Oshun? FC will be Danielle Brooks.

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Posted! And it's kinda sad, so fair warning.

My name's Sincerely. I don't know a way to shorten that into a cutesy nickname, but if you have any ideas, let me know! I'm 22, about to be 23. I live in New York. I've been RPing for half my life. I love slice of life stuff with a twist, like this. I haven't done advanced before, but I'm excited to give it a try.

I work from home full time and I'm taking 6 credits online over the summer. It's weird being home all the time. I'm trying to find ways to separate work from school and this helps.

I also love to binge watch shows. So much so, I have a list because I couldn't keep up with everyone's recommendations. I finished Jack Ryan the other day. Next show I want to watch is Luther.

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Casa Enrique
Long Island City, Queens, New York, USA
July 4, 2023 9:13PM EDT

Samira held a hand over her stomach as they left the Michelin-starred restaurant. "That was incredible. I wish my stomach was bigger so that I could have eaten more." She said with a laugh, looking over at her father. The wide grin on his face told her that he felt exactly the same way. "Not only that, but I wish you didn't have to leave." The past 48 hours had gone by so quickly. She finished her exams at her private school in Paris. Knowing that she would be leaving immediately she made sure to say goodbye to all her friends and have everything packed and ready to go. From school, she mother father at the airport where they flew to New York City.

Today was even more hectic. Her father got them tickets for the matinee of the latest Broadway show. Then they rushed over to Casa Enrique to have some of the best Mexican food she had ever tasted before. The lime cured fresh ceviche simply melted in her mouth. It wasn't hard to understand why they were such a high ranking restaurant. Now, the father-daughter pair were walking down the block to Hunter's Point South Park to watch the fireworks. Actually, only Samira would be watching the fireworks. Her father, Enitan would be getting back on a flight tonight back to Paris.

When they arrived at the park, Samira could barely hold back a sigh. This is where they would part ways. From here on in she would be on her own in a brand new city. Part of her couldn't understand what she was so afraid of. This whole plan was her idea. She wanted a summer to fully feel the effects of being a legal adult. The only way she could do that was to go to a place where her father wouldn't be right there to catch her, or criticize her. Since she was going to attend college in New York City, it just made sense to spend the magical summer there as well.

"Samira, don't be so upset. I'll only be a phone call away. And you'll have these." In his hands was a small box with a ribbon tied around it. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously before pulling off the lid. Inside were two slim, steely gray bracelets. She pulled them out of the box and slipped them on, one on each wrist. Simple, yet elegant. She turned her wrists over to examine the bracelets from all angles. "They're vibranium. So that you never forget your home, no matter how far you may go."

The older man smiled down at his daughter, but all she could do was blink to keep the tears from spilling down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you." She whispered, her voice thick with emotion. How was she supposed to be upset about her dad leaving when he was so good at encouraging her to try new things? Sniffling, she stepped out of the hug. "How much longer do I have you?"

He checked his wristwatch before responding. "I have to leave when the fireworks start. Traffic is going to be a nightmare."

The voice on the stage drew their attention. "Everyone! My name is Catherine Davis. I'm a scientist at Grayburn Labs, well an intern, but you all have to get out of here! There's a toxic gas-"

Without waiting for more information, Samira ran further into the crowd to try and usher people away. It was obvious from the blank looks on their faces that no one was going to leave anytime soon. She'd rather people be upset about losing their spot for the fireworks if this turned out to be fake than to sit by and watch as people got sick. Each person she passed, she either yelled at them to get back or pushed them to get them moving faster. When the boom sounded overhead she came to a grinding halt. Staring up at the sky, she watched what was supposed to be fireworks quickly turn into a blue fog that covered the entire park.

She couldn't see anything in front of her. Not that it made any difference. She was coughing so badly she could barely stand up straight. Someone ran past her and knocked her down onto the sidewalk. She could feel the cuts and scrapes on the palms of her hands, but she couldn't stop now. She had to find her dad.

By the time she got to her feet the fog was clearing. She looked through the crowd trying to remember which direction she had been running in. That's when the person beside her started bleeding...everywhere. Samira stepped back with a gasp as the woman collapsed and then began to seize on the ground. Within seconds, it was like everyone was dropping to the ground.

Racing through the park and jumping over bodies she found her dad when she spotted the ribbon of the jewelry box on the ground. It was easier to breathe in the thick, blue fog than it was to watch her dad shaking uncontrollably on the ground. She dropped to her knees beside him. Quickly rolling him onto his side all she could do was sit there and hold him, praying that he would be okay. When the seizure stopped Samira rolled her dad onto his back. She was hoping to see his warm brown eyes meet hers. But what she saw instead were cold, lifeless orbs. Pressing two fingers to his neck, she felt no pulse. Her hands began to shake from the shock. She could barely stay still long enough to close his eyelids. She knew her dad was gone. She could feel it. The world got a little bit darker, a little bit colder, she felt empty. "Rest, Baba. You are with Bast and our ancestors now."

Tears were streaming down her face, she could barely see. She used the back of her hands to wipe her face, smearing her makeup across her cheeks. But she couldn't care. She didn't have time to care. Whatever exploded in the sky was what killed her father and she was going to find out who was responsible. Lucky for her the girl who made the announcement from the stage was standing on the docks. She began the long march across the park to find out what she knew. She knew enough to warn people to run, maybe there was something more.

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What if she’s already weapons proficient. She runs away from home, ends up in New York. Then, gets all the extra assassin badass-ness from Terrigenesis? It would be building on skills she already has from getting halfway across the world undetected. Then as the RP goes on she has whoever still looking for her while she’s figuring out her new powers.

That might be a happy medium to maintaining the character’s integrity but mixing her in with the plot.

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Black Panther (Samira Mwangi)

Samira Mwangi

Alias: Black Panther
Age: 18
DOB: January 17, 2005
POB: Birnin Zana, Wakanda
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Occupation: Student

Special Talents & Skills

High Intelligence (History, Law, Politics)
Fluent in Xhosa, English, Mandarin, Russian, and French (Speak, Read, and Write)
Athletic (Fencing, Gymnastics, Dance)

Powers & Abilities

Enhanced Endurance, Strength, and Healing
Enhanced Reflexes and Speed
Vibranium claws

Biography

Samira has spent more time traveling the world than most people ever get the opportunity to do. Her father is one of Wakanda's diplomats. In the back of her memories she remembers running around their apartment as a child. Or rather, tumbling her way through the apartment. Her father recognized her energy and interest and enrolled her in gymnastics when she was 3. The more she learned, the more she brought home with her. He didn't even bother telling Samira to stop jumping off the couch anymore. The little girl would simply insist that she was practicing.

She moved out of Wakanda shortly after that, when her father got his first assignment. Living in Washington, D.C. was an adjustment for her. She had to learn an entirely new language and basically start her life over. Her dad tried to make the transition as smooth as possible. He found her a gymnastics coach and enrolled her in the best private schools. This rotation continued on throughout her life every couple of years. After D.C. they spent time in Beijing, Moscow, then Paris. Moving so often allowed her to become fluent in multiple languages.

In high school Samira hit a growth spurt. Suddenly the short, skinny girl was tall and lanky. With the extra inches she found it far more difficult to maintain her center of gravity in a back hand spring and switched from gymnastics to fencing and dance. Academically, she never had any problems in school. Her costly education providing just another advantage to the young woman. But she worked hard. Whenever she had spare time she would spend it with her father, Enitan, in his office. He would quiz her on current events and her possible solutions to put practical use to the political classes she took in school.

Enitan and Samira were joined at the hip. A father-daughter duo that exhibited poise, generosity, and warmth wherever they went. Samira was always grateful to have her dad around because he was the only family she had. An only child and a mother who abandoned her as a baby, she cherished each second she had with her father.

As she got older she began looking for her own challenges in life. So she made a plan. She finished her finals in Paris and flew with her father straight to New York. She wanted one summer of fun before she started at Columbia in the fall. She couldn't be more excited knowing that her flight lands on July 3rd giving her just enough time to get over the jet lag before watching the fireworks.

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Black Panther (Samira Mwangi)

Samira Mwangi

Alias: Black Panther
Age: 18
DOB: January 17, 2005
POB: Birnin Zana, Wakanda
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Occupation: Student

Special Talents & Skills

High Intelligence (History, Law, Politics)
Fluent in Xhosa, English, Mandarin, Russian, and French (Speak, Read, and Write)
Athletic (Fencing, Gymnastics, Dance)

Powers & Abilities

Enhanced Endurance, Strength, and Healing
Enhanced Reflexes and Speed
Vibranium claws

Biography

Samira has spent more time traveling the world than most people ever get the opportunity to do. Her father is one of Wakanda's diplomats. In the back of her memories she remembers running around their apartment as a child. Or rather, tumbling her way through the apartment. Her father recognized her energy and interest and enrolled her in gymnastics when she was 3. The more she learned, the more she brought home with her. He didn't even bother telling Samira to stop jumping off the couch anymore. The little girl would simply insist that she was practicing.

She moved out of Wakanda shortly after that, when her father got his first assignment. Living in Washington, D.C. was an adjustment for her. She had to learn an entirely new language and basically start her life over. Her dad tried to make the transition as smooth as possible. He found her a gymnastics coach and enrolled her in the best private schools. This rotation continued on throughout her life every couple of years. After D.C. they spent time in Beijing, Moscow, then Paris. Moving so often allowed her to become fluent in multiple languages.

In high school Samira hit a growth spurt. Suddenly the short, skinny girl was tall and lanky. With the extra inches she found it far more difficult to maintain her center of gravity in a back hand spring and switched from gymnastics to fencing and dance. Academically, she never had any problems in school. Her costly education providing just another advantage to the young woman. But she worked hard. Whenever she had spare time she would spend it with her father, Enitan, in his office. He would quiz her on current events and her possible solutions to put practical use to the political classes she took in school.

Enitan and Samira were joined at the hip. A father-daughter duo that exhibited poise, generosity, and warmth wherever they went. Samira was always grateful to have her dad around because he was the only family she had. An only child and a mother who abandoned her as a baby, she cherished each second she had with her father.

As she got older she began looking for her own challenges in life. So she made a plan. She finished her finals in Paris and flew with her father straight to New York. She wanted one summer of fun before she started at Columbia in the fall. She couldn't be more excited knowing that her flight lands on July 3rd giving her just enough time to get over the jet lag before watching the fireworks.

Iceman (Carmine Benvenuti)

Carmine "Cam" Benvenuti

Alias: Iceman
Age: 18
DOB: October 31, 2004
POB: Long Island, New York, USA
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Occupation: Bartender

Special Talents & Skills

Athletic (Lacrosse)
Charming
Fluent in English and Italian (read, write, and speak)

Powers & Abilities

Cryokinesis
Immunity to cold temperatures
Thermal Vision (the ability to see the heat signatures of others)

Biography

Cam's life has been unwaveringly normal. He grew up with a mom and dad, two older brothers, and a dog. Everyone in his neighborhood on Long Island lived identical lives. His father, William, worked as an accountant in the city. His mother, Madeline, worked as a teacher a few towns over in Hauppauge. Even with them raising three boys, their lives were comfortable.

As the youngest of the three, Cam found it easy to get what whatever he wanted from his parents. Those were the perks of being the baby. But, he was always chasing the respect of his brothers. So he did everything they did. When they tried lacrosse, so did he. When they would spend all their time playing 2K on the PS4, so did he. It wasn't until middle school that Cam started to branch out and become his own person. He became more outspoken. Not nasty, or disagreeable, just honest. One could always tell how he was feeling. Eventually his family would come to rely on him whenever they needed someone with brutal honesty.

Around this same time Cam started to take lacrosse seriously. As a kid, it was just something he did to follow his brothers, Antonio and Giovanni. Then he hit a growth spurt. His coach started to take more interest in him and show that there was a future available for Cam if he wanted it. By then, Ant and Gio had quit the sport already. So Cam took the opportunity to shine. And shine he did.

High school was the only time he really found himself struggling. Honest, athletic, charming, and good-looking, Cam easily became one of the most popular kids in high school. Everyone wanted to be friends with the kid who made varsity his freshman year. But social media can be a real bitch. While away in Vermont on vacation, Cam had a friend, Jonathan, that he would only see when they would go to Vermont. Their families rented neighboring cabins, and they were around the same age so the boys hit it off. Every year they would look forward to spending time together. One night of stolen whiskey and stolen kisses and suddenly Cam had a lot more reasons to want to vacation in Vermont. It worked out perfectly too! He could sneak off to make out with Jonathan on vacation and come back home, and no one was the wiser. Until his brothers invited their friends to join them for a week over the summer.

By the time Cam made it back to Long Island the crystal clear video of him kissing Jonathan had already circulated through the school. His mother begged him to stay home for a week, hoping that everything would die down. But Cam never shied away from a challenge, and he wasn't about to yet. His family was incredibly supportive of him during that time, even though every weekend they were scrubbing painted slurs off their garage door. When people realized that Cam being gay didn't make him any less of a talented athlete or a kind person, people moved on. There was always someone who'd say something offensive to get a rise out of him, but Cam never took the bait.

Now, he graduated high school a month ago. He had all summer to do whatever he wanted before going to Yale in the fall on a athletic scholarship for lacrosse. He wanted to enjoy the summer, but in order to do that he needed some money. On a night out in the city with friends he was dared to go behind the bar of a fancy restaurant and act like he belonged there until he got kicked out. So he strolled into Casa Enrique and started going to work. He made almost $100 in tips before a manager questioned who he was. The guy wasn't even that mad about the whole thing and offered him a job.

If he could just get through the summer he has his whole future lined up waiting for him.