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DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Kayla Styles

▲ Silver

Kayla Melody Styles

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power…”

– Washington Irvine

╟ December 2 (21 _{looks 16}) || Caucasian || Female || Christian || Hetero || Single ╢

⋙: Ａ Ｃ Ａ Ｄ Ｅ Ｍ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || Ms. Styles’ academic scores exceeded expectations, given her lineage this isn’t all too surprising. However, most of the prompts involving hero work were answered with her saving as many lives as possible, often to the detriment of herself. While her intelligence is without question and her morals admirable, she has a lot to learn.

|| Practical test || Ms. Styles' performance with the power suit was quite impressive. Her strength, agility and endurance have been greatly enhanced. Although we were curious to see the full capabilities of the suit, we were advised by Dr. Styles himself that this was a prototype and not to go too hard on it.

|| Written essay topic || Ms. Styles' essay drew a great deal of inspiration from her own mother, who even though gifted with powers so limited, great change is still possible. All in all with the lofty goal to help others and save the world. Her heart is in the right place and she certainly has the lineage and assets to achieve these goals, but does she have the willpower?

|| Video supplement ||

“I want to be a hero.”

Kayla says it with as much assuredness as she could muster, her stance an attempt at confidence, but her shaking frame and fidgeting hands give her away. The panel of professors and admins before her conferred amongst each other, which left the young girl to the thoughts in her head. Discouraging ones like an angry swarm, ‘why are you here?’ ‘Don’t you believe your abilities could be beneficial elsewhere?’ ‘you’re wasting your time, little girl.’ Some days these thoughts were too much to handle, today they came close, but the desire to be here outweighed the negative; until the silence was broken, and the swarm scattered.

“Ms. Styles,” spoke one of the instructors, “you’ve given an impressive display, truly you have, but what this school demands is not for the faint of heart. Even with your fantastic suit, I’m not sure if this school can take someone with-”

“My limited powers? Sir, there is a reason I came with this suit, but I’m not here because of my powers, I’m here because I want to be a hero, isn’t that what you train people here for?” She could feel a lump forming in her throat, but forced it down to continue on, “Ever since I was 6 years old I knew I wanted to be a hero, standing here, even now shows how dedicated I am to that belief. I know I’m not the first student who has had to struggle at this academy and once I graduate, I know I won’t be the last.” She awaited an answer, unsure how the instructors would react to her candid outburst.

A woman’s voice speaks up, “I have a feeling, you’ll be able to handle yourself just fine here.”

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak Academy

Y E A R

Sophomore

C L A S S I F I C A T I O N

Personal Physical/Energy & Passive Mental

O C C U P A T I O N

Works part-time Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays at the campus cafe between 7:30am - 11:00am before afternoon classes and part-time work study on fridays and saturdays at the campus library between 3:00pm - 6:00pm

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

The Towers at Crystal Lake Commons

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Kayla is perceived as innocent and naive, definitely the kind of person that doesn’t belong in a school of wolves like this. Her black and white standpoint on morality may also tick the wrong boxes with some people.

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

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A B I L I T I E S

Mindblock - An ability that renders Ms. Style’s mind all but null and void to telepaths, psychics and mentalists. She cannot be detected by, communicated with, or manipulated with, by any mental based abilities.
Quiksilver Armour - Outside of the mental blocker, Ms. Styles doesn’t have any powers to speak of, yet she was able to perform a demonstration using a power suit designed by her father, Dr. Brennan Styles. The suit itself seems to enhance the user's strength, agility and reaction time. The suit also seems to have an enhanced jumping mechanism to allow the user to traverse greater heights and distances quickly. This will certainly help Ms. Styles to keep up with the other students.

L I M I T A T I O N S

We were informed by the doctor the suit is only a prototype, therefore it does have a limited power supply and is not entirely impervious to having its power drained, although it has some resistances to these forms of attacks, it cannot sustain these resistances for long. As for her mental ability, Ms. Styles isn’t even sure how she was able to turn it on, let alone how to turn it off. This will make her somewhat of a detriment if paired with a mental based partner or a telepath that could rely on her for a stealth operation.

C O M B A T

The suit seems to have a generalistic range of weaponry from non-lethal wrist mounted projectiles,based on Dr. Styles’ ionic pulses, to smoke and flash grenades as well as concussive shot rounds.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Platinum blonde hair, straight and neck length
• Eyes: Pale blue
• Height: 4’8”
• Body Type: Petite (less than 90lbs soaking wet)
• Clothing Style: casual, yet modest tops, jeans or jean shorts
• Makeup Wise: minimal application
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

A silver colored power suit to fit her body profile, electronics glowing an incandescent blue/white, the same coloring as her father’s ion powers. There is no discernable face, only a reflective mirror where a face should be.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

Kayla’s greatest aspiration is to be a hero and she tries her best to live up to that role every day by showing kindness, compassion and empathy to those around her. Despite always wanting to help those around her, she can barely help herself stand on her own two feet. Regardless she is loyal to a fault, ready to help her friends in a scrap if they’re ever in trouble.

F E A R S

Her greatest fear is that she will never be good enough in the eyes of her family and peers, that her lack of any control over her powers will make her less than those around her. Outside of that, definitely spiders.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Father -

Dr. Brennan Styles

Codename: Proton
FC: Misha Collins

“Dad is probably the smartest person I know, and I know a lot of kids say that about their parents, but he’s a scientist, started up his own tech and energy company, even built superpowers just for me. He’s always been my biggest support, always believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. He seems preoccupied lately and I miss talking to him like we did when I was living at home. I know he’s busy running his own company and everything, but it feels different than before."

Mother -

Elizabeth Styles

Codename: Leona
FC: Anne Hathaway

“Mom has always been the doting caretaker, she shows her love to my dad and I unconditionally, but to say she really loves plants would be an understatement. Mom said her biggest dream was to open up her own flower shop and she finally made it a reality. I just wish she hadn’t opened it so close to the college campus…though it makes sense given our lineage.”

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Kayla’s family history does stem from the Lovelace line through her mother Elizabeth, which makes Kayla and Illuria cousins. They spent a lot of their childhood together, but it’s been years since they’ve interacted with one another.

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

For as long as Kayla could remember, she’s wanted to be a hero. Having grown up around such influential people and heroes like her parents, how could she not want to be one? Every day she studied hard and tried to figure out when and what her powers would eventually be. As the years went on, however and no powers developed, her confidence slowly began to wane and eventually the reality of her situation was accepted. Kayla Styles, daughter of Dr. Brennan Styles and Elizabeth Lovelace-Styles, was born without powers; ergo she could not become a hero like her parents before her.

Fate had other plans for the young Styles though and one day while playing with her cousin Ria, she had fallen and struck her head against a rock. Several hours had passed before she awoke in the hospital to the confusion of the staff who had pronounced her brain dead sometime before. After some personal tests done by her father, as well as a visit from some family from the Crownes and Lovelaces, it was determined that her powers had awoken. Somehow that accident jumpstarted Kayla’s powers and blessed her with the ability to prevent access to her mind. Beyond ecstatic, Kayla declared with renewed confidence that she would attend the academy like her parents before her and become a hero.

Her parents tried to talk her out of attempting to go to Crystal Peak, but Kayla was hellbent on this one goal in life. Rather than let her go at it with the clothes on her back though, her father had other plans and began development of a prototype suit for Kayla to use. When it was completed and finally presented to her, there was a mixed bag of emotions floating in Kayla’s brain. On one hand she could finally achieve her dream with this suit, but on the other hand, this was not something she had earned on her own, it was a tool to give her an advantage; in other words, she’d be cheating. Her father argued that without any real control over her powers, she wouldn’t survive at the academy. Reluctantly though, a deal was made, that if Kayla could one day actually control her abilities, that she could return the suit to her father; for now though it was hers.

After a difficult first year, struggling through her courses, but overcoming her handicaps with high marks, the young student returns, ready for what this year may bring. Though the new inclusion of Crestview students has her worried, she’s treating it like being a freshman all over again. Hopefully this time though, she’ll actually be able to make friends this year.

⋙:Ａ Ｎ Ｙ Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｅ Ｌ Ｓ Ｅ

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Elle Fanning, Azure
Kayla likes to take walks through nature, photographing with an old canon camera and film

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Kayla Styles

▲ Silver

Kayla Melody Styles

“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power…”

– Washington Irvine

╟ December 2 (21 _{looks 16}) || Caucasian || Female || Christian || Hetero || Single ╢

⋙: Ａ Ｃ Ａ Ｄ Ｅ Ｍ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || Ms. Styles’ academic scores exceeded expectations, given her lineage this isn’t all too surprising. However, most of the prompts involving hero work were answered with her saving as many lives as possible, often to the detriment of herself. While her intelligence is without question and her morals admirable, she has a lot to learn.

|| Practical test || Ms. Styles' performance with the power suit was quite impressive. Her strength, agility and endurance have been greatly enhanced. Although we were curious to see the full capabilities of the suit, we were advised by Dr. Styles himself that this was a prototype and not to go too hard on it.

|| Written essay topic || Ms. Styles' essay drew a great deal of inspiration from Bechtel's own Weaver, another powerless in a family of powered heroes, with the lofty goal to help others and save the world. Her heart is in the right place and she certainly has the lineage and assets to achieve these goals, but does she have the willpower?

|| Video supplement ||

“I want to be a hero.”

Kayla says it with as much assuredness as she could muster, her stance an attempt at confidence, but her shaking frame and fidgeting hands give her away. The panel of professors and admins before her conferred amongst each other, which left the young girl to the thoughts in her head. Discouraging ones like an angry swarm, ‘why are you here?’ ‘You don’t have any powers?’ ‘you’re wasting your time.’ Some days these thoughts were too much to handle, today they came close, but the desire to be here outweighed the negative; until the silence was broken, and the swarm scattered.

“Ms. Styles,” spoke one of the instructors, “you’ve given an impressive display, truly you have, but what this school demands is not for the faint of heart. Even with your fantastic suit, I’m not sure if this school can take someone without-”

“Powers? Sir I’m not here because I have powers, I’m here because I want to be a hero, isn’t that what you train people here for?” She could feel a lump forming in her throat, but forced it down to continue on, “Ever since I was 6 years old I knew I wanted to be a hero, standing here, even now shows how dedicated I am to that belief.” She awaited an answer, unsure how the instructors would react to her outburst.

A woman’s voice speaks up, “I have a feeling, you’ll be able to handle yourself just fine here.”

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak Academy

Y E A R

Sophomore

C L A S S I F I C A T I O N

Personal Physical/Energy

O C C U P A T I O N

Works part-time Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays at the campus cafe between 7:30am - 11:00am before afternoon classes and part-time work study on fridays and saturdays at the campus library between 3:00pm - 6:00pm

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

The Towers at Crystal Lake Commons

⋙: Ｒ Ｅ Ｐ Ｕ Ｔ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ

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Kayla is perceived as innocent and naive, definitely the kind of person that doesn’t belong in a school of wolves like this. Her black and white standpoint on morality may also tick the wrong boxes with some people.

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

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A B I L I T I E S

Ms. Styles doesn’t have any powers to speak of, yet she was able to perform a demonstration using a power suit designed by her father, Dr. Brennan Styles. The suit itself seems to enhance the user's strength, agility and reaction time. The suit also seems to have an enhanced jumping mechanism to allow the user to traverse greater heights and distances quickly. This will certainly help Ms. Styles to keep up with the other students.

L I M I T A T I O N S

We were informed by the doctor the suit is only a prototype, therefore it does have a limited power supply and is not entirely impervious to having its power drained, although it has some resistances to these forms of attacks, it cannot sustain these resistances for long.

C O M B A T

The suit seems to have a generalistic range of weaponry from non-lethal wrist mounted projectiles,based on Dr. Styles’ ionic pulses, to smoke and flash grenades as well as concussive shot rounds.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Platinum blonde hair, straight and neck length
• Eyes: Pale blue
• Height: 4’8”
• Body Type: Petite (less than 90lbs soaking wet)
• Clothing Style: casual, yet modest tops, jeans or jean shorts
• Makeup Wise: minimal application
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

A silver colored power suit to fit her body profile, electronics glowing an incandescent blue/white, the same coloring as her father’s ion powers. There is no discernable face, only a reflective mirror where a face should be.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

Kayla’s greatest aspiration is to be a hero and she tries her best to live up to that role every day by showing kindness, compassion and empathy to those around her. Despite always wanting to help those around her, she can barely help herself stand on her own two feet. Born to a prominent family in the hero community without any powers doesn’t help her self esteem either. Regardless she is loyal to a fault, ready to help her friends in a scrap if they’re ever in trouble.

F E A R S

Her greatest fear is that she will never be good enough in the eyes of her family and peers, that her powerlessness will make her less than those around her. Outside of that, definitely spiders.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Father -

Dr. Brennan Styles

Codename: Proton
FC: Misha Collins

“Dad is probably the smartest person I know, and I know a lot of kids say that about their parents, but he’s a scientist, started up his own tech and energy company, even built superpowers just for me. He’s always been my biggest support, always believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. He seems preoccupied lately and I miss talking to him like we did when I was living at home. I know he’s busy running his own company and everything, but it feels different than before."

Mother -

Elizabeth Styles

Codename: Leona
FC: Anne Hathaway

“Mom has always been the doting caretaker, she shows her love to my dad and I unconditionally, but to say she really loves plants would be an understatement. Mom said her biggest dream was to open up her own flower shop and she finally made it a reality. I just wish she hadn’t opened it so close to the college campus…though it makes sense given our lineage.”

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Kayla’s family history does stem from the Lovelace line through her mother Elizabeth, which makes Kayla and Illuria cousins. They spent a lot of their childhood together, but it’s been years since they’ve interacted with one another.

⋙: Ｈ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ Ｒ Ｙ

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

For as long as Kayla could remember, she’s wanted to be a hero. Having grown up around such influential people and heroes like her parents, how could she not want to be one? Every day she studied hard and tried to figure out when and what her powers would eventually be. As the years went on, however and no powers developed, her confidence slowly began to wane and eventually the reality of her situation was accepted. Kayla Styles, daughter of Dr. Brennan Styles and Elizabeth Lovelace-Styles, was born without powers; ergo she could not become a hero like her parents before her.

The news for the young woman was devastating, but she couldn’t give up and wanted to continue to pursue her dream regardless. Her parents tried to talk her out of attempting to go to Crystal Peak, but was hellbent on this one goal in life. Rather than let her go at it with the clothes on her back though, her father had other plans and began development of a prototype suit for Kayla to use. When it was completed and finally presented to her, there was a mixed bag of emotions floating in Kayla’s brain. On one hand she could finally achieve her dream with this suit, but on the other hand, this was not something she had earned on her own, it was a tool to give her an advantage; in other words, she’d be cheating. Reluctantly though, after some convincing, she took the suit with her and now attends the academy to follow her dream.

After a difficult first year, struggling through her courses, but overcoming her handicaps with high marks, the young student returns, ready for what this year may bring. Though the new inclusion of Crestview students has her worried, she’s treating it like being a freshman all over again. Hopefully this time though, she’ll actually be able to make friends this year.

⋙:Ａ Ｎ Ｙ Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｅ Ｌ Ｓ Ｅ

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Elle Fanning, Azure
Kayla likes to take walks through nature, photographing with an old canon camera and film

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Ezekiel Masterson

▲ Swarm

Ezekiel Damian Masterson

^{Nickname(s): Zeke}

“The greatest threat to our planet is the belief that someone else will save it.”

– Robert Swan

╟ April 3 (20) || Mixed American (Mexican, Greek, Indian, European)|| Male || Pro-Bug Agenda/New Age Spiritualist || Bisexual || Single ╢

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || Mr. Masterson’s general knowledge scores in history, mathematics and writing were average at best, though he does have an unnatural understanding of biology, physiology, chemistry and etymology, despite claiming he’s never, “Touched one of those books in his life.” Seems more concerned with solving the immediate problem before him with little regard of how the outcome might affect those around him.

|| Practical test || Although Mr. Masterson has no raw, physical power, this doesn’t make him defenseless. So long as there are insects in the environment, he seems to be able to call upon them to his aid. They mostly seem to be a deterrent, though the potential applications could be limitless.

|| Written essay topic || Mr. Masterson gave a rather passionate essay on saving the environment, being a hero of the ‘trillions unseen and unheard’, and gave rather comprehensive and extensive (and explicit) details on the trending topic “#savethebees”. Though his ideologies of a hero are not from a humanitarian standpoint, his heart does seem to be in the right place.

|| Video supplement || “Why do I wanna be a hero? To save lives, you know?” Zeke chuckles nervously, wringing his hands together before sighing, “I don’t know man. Dad got his crazy fire powers from grandpa, who’s a freaking wizard by the way, and sis got those powers from dad. And moms? Hell she could make people act crazy, not like themselves, or even seduce them. You think I would’ve gotten a piece of that, but no; the only ‘Daddies’ I can seduce are Long Legs.”

“I guess… I wanna be a hero, cause I was always that weird kid in school. Always made fun of, that weird ‘bug boy’; shit kind of happens when you can talk to bugs all day. It’d be kind of nice if people looked out the window, saw me swagger down the street and say, ‘Hey, there’s that swarm kid, look at him go! He’s gonna save the goddamn bees.”

S C H O O L

Crestview College: (NHA)

Y E A R

Sophomore

C L A S S I F I C A T I O N

Mental/Physiological

O C C U P A T I O N

N/A

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

Clearview Street Residence Complex

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Freshman year, Zeke had managed to make a few friends, and the folks that didn’t like him simply stayed away from ‘that weird bug kid’. After the incident though, with the rumors circulating around about his sister, he’s become a lot more standoffish towards those he doesn’t know, even aggressive in some cases. Only the few he’s still willing to call ‘friend’, don’t receive the brunt of his wrath.

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A B I L I T I E S

Entomokinesis - Ability to manipulate or control insects. Rather than from a purely mental manipulation as is demonstrated in psychics, Mr. Masterson’s form of control is through pheromones produced from his body. It seems the chemical signals are able to convey to the insect/s in question, what exactly he wants them to do.

Entomopathy - Ability to communicate with insects. The same pheromones and chemical signals that Mr. Masterson produces are also being emitted by insects and it seems he is able to receive these signals in communication. It’s not the same as having a conversation, but it seems the pheromones he receives travel to the limbic system, where they are processed as raw data. He doesn’t necessarily talk to them, but he can feel what their needs or present dangers are and in a way, see what they see.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Mr Masterson’s powers are limited to control/manipulation and primal communication. He cannot create any insects on his own and has to rely on the environment around him for any aid.

C O M B A T

Having to rely purely on his insects will get Mr. Masterson killed in a real field operation. Recommending basic hand to hand combat training for his first year, with the potential to take more advanced courses throughout the later years. We also recommended to him that he find a way to produce a steady supply of insects; he quickly asked about building an apiary.

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Dark brown, mid-length and wavy
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’3”
• Body Type: Tall and lean
• Clothing Style: Pretty much whatever you can find at a thrift store. Ratty looking flannels, t-shirts two sizes too big, jeans with more holes than not and a fair amount of converse shoes.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: ear gauges and a septum piercing and a tattoo of a hawk head moth on his upper right back

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

“Do I really need a stupid costume? Can’t I just go out in what I’m wearing? Like seriously all I need to do is show up with a box of bees and that’s it, everybody gonna be runnin’ scared.”

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

Generally a lowkey person, tries to vibe with nature and the environment around him. That being said he’s wary of others, often preferring his arthropod companions over conversing with the mammalian ones. He acts on impulse, brashly reacting to situations, which can make it hard to converse with him properly anyway. His loyalty to those he considers family, blood or not, is unquestionable and he’ll happily come and bail you out at 2am on a thursday night.

F E A R S

Losing another member of his family

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Father -

Elijah Masterson

Codename: Brimstone
FC: Aneurin Barnard

“Dad… both him and mom used to do some bad shit back in the day. Whatever they did at work, they never talked about at home, but we knew. It’s kind of hard to say anything good happened when your dad went blind because of a ‘work related incident’. It became more obvious when they turned themselves in and we didn’t live at home for a couple of years. It wasn’t long till everything went back to normal…well almost normal”

Mother -

Gianna Masterson

Codename: Psyche
FC: Jessica Alba

“Mom is a hot mess…both literally and figuratively. She still tries to do just about everything for us, always trying to be the best mom she could be. Nowadays it feels like her head is elsewhere and always looks tired. It wasn’t always like that though, not since big sis…”

Siblings

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Melanie Graves (MISSING)

Codename: Glitch
FC: Elizabeth Olsen

“Mel was always a little off, but she was like a big sister to me, babysat me and Feebs while mom and dad were away on ‘business’. Then she moved in with us… I think something bad happened to her folks that my parents won’t tell any of us about and I think it’s connected to how dad went blind… Either way, she was family to us, even before she officially was . Then things got even weirder with her and my parents after my sister died. They got into a huge fight and she stormed out; now no one knows where she is…”

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Mia Masterson (DECEASED)

Codename: Syndrome
FC: Dytto

“Mia was the best big sister I could have asked for. She was always good to us and fucked up anyone who tried to mess with her kid siblings; pretty sure some of them had to go to therapy. When Mia got sick at first I didn’t totally understand it, how severe her condition was, or how badly the chemo was fucking up her body. It didn’t really hit me until she had already passed on…I miss her every day man…”

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Phoebe Masterson

Codename: Pyrite
FC: Simmer Bishil

“My absolute pain in the ass sister, I love her to pieces, but goddamn is she irritating. She’s always thought she was the smarter one, who always knew better than me, just cause she’s two years older than I am. It’s not like she was wrong or anything, not that I’d admit it to her face. Still…I’ve already lost two sisters, if anything were to happen to her, I’d lose my goddamn shit.”

Grandfather -

Kenneth Masterson

Codename: ‘Masterson’
FC: Vincent Cassel

“Grandpa is that odd mix of really weird, but really cool at the same time. He got me a pet tarantula, well… kind of? It’s bigger than a normal one, like…the size of a guinea pig. I mean, that and it talks to me, something about a spell grandpa cast on it? I don’t really see him very often, but dad seems kind of on edge whenever he visits, especially since he started his new job.”

Pet? -

Noah Weaver

“He’s my pet tarantula.. Well, a pet is a stretch, he’s more like a talking companion. Most of the bugs I interact with don’t actually talk with me, they just give me a signal or feeling as to what’s going on with them. Noah’s different though in that I can have an actual conversation with him, and he’s actually pretty okay with living a bougie life in his enclosure.”

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

TBD

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

Ezekiel is the youngest sibling of three, and outside of his father, the only boy in the family. Even at a young age, his powers became readily apparent, especially when his parents found him clapping happily on the floor, a circle of ants around him. The odd one out, he’d suffered through the torment, or tolerated the doting of his older sisters, always finding his way outdoors to commune with nature. There was a peace and serenity to be found outdoors that he couldn’t really have when he was around his siblings and better yet, there was plenty of life around to communicate with. His younger years were certainly happier ones, even after his father went blind and they adopted a childhood friend, Melanie Graves, life felt as happy and normal as could be.

Things don’t last forever though and Zeke learned that lesson the hard way when Mia was diagnosed with Cancer and succumbed to the disease within a couple of years. Then Melanie ran away from home and both his parents turned themselves in, leaving both him and his only remaining sibling in the care of an old friend of their father's. They spent the next three years living in a super bougie hotel while completing the rest of their high school education. It wasn't like they were shunted off to some foster care, but it certainly wasn't home and losing most of your family to different circumstance didn't help. Zeke spent most of his days being mischievous, pulling a few pranks here or there and taking the brunt of it out on Phoebe mostly; though she was sure to dish it back in her own way. Finally when Elijah and Gianna were released from prison, they could go home and live a life with some kind of normalcy.

Zeke knew that normal was never really among the status quo as tragedy struck again when the Crestview fire broke out, and rumors began to spread that Phoebe had started it. Another close call, another nearly lost sibling, Zeke made a decision. Things were never going to be the same again and he had to protect the people that were left. He wasn’t a powerhouse by any means, but he could be a benefit in another way. Environmental Sciences always felt the right choice, especially with how in tune he is with nature, literally talking to the ecosystem itself. So why not just follow Phoebe to Crystal Peak and kill two birds with one stone?

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FC: Noah Centeneo , E3AF4F

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Ezekiel Masterson

▲ Swarm

Ezekiel Damian Masterson

^{Nickname(s): Zeke}

“The greatest threat to our planet is the belief that someone else will save it.”

– Robert Swan

╟ April 3 (20) || Mixed American (Mexican, Greek, Indian, European)|| Male || Pro-Bug Agenda/New Age Spiritualist || Bisexual || Single ╢

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || Mr. Masterson’s general knowledge scores in history, mathematics and writing were average at best, though he does have an unnatural understanding of biology, physiology, chemistry and etymology, despite claiming he’s never, “Touched one of those books in his life.” Seems more concerned with solving the immediate problem before him with little regard of how the outcome might affect those around him.

|| Practical test || Although Mr. Masterson has no raw, physical power, this doesn’t make him defenseless. So long as there are insects in the environment, he seems to be able to call upon them to his aid. They mostly seem to be a deterrent, though the potential applications could be limitless.

|| Written essay topic || Mr. Masterson gave a rather passionate essay on saving the environment, being a hero of the ‘trillions unseen and unheard’, and gave rather comprehensive and extensive (and explicit) details on the trending topic “#savethebees”. Though his ideologies of a hero are not from a humanitarian standpoint, his heart does seem to be in the right place.

|| Video supplement || “Why do I wanna be a hero? To save lives, you know?” Zeke chuckles nervously, wringing his hands together before sighing, “I don’t know man. Dad got his crazy fire powers from grandpa, who’s a freaking wizard by the way, and sis got those powers from dad. And moms? Hell she could make people act crazy, not like themselves, or even seduce them. You think I would’ve gotten a piece of that, but no; the only ‘Daddies’ I can seduce are Long Legs.”

“I guess… I wanna be a hero, cause I was always that weird kid in school. Always made fun of, that weird ‘bug boy’; shit kind of happens when you can talk to bugs all day. It’d be kind of nice if people looked out the window, saw me swagger down the street and say, ‘Hey, there’s that swarm kid, look at him go! He’s gonna save the goddamn bees.”

S C H O O L

Crestview College: (NHA)

Y E A R

Sophomore

C L A S S I F I C A T I O N

Mental/Physiological

O C C U P A T I O N

N/A

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

Clearview Street Residence Complex

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Freshman year, Zeke had managed to make a few friends, and the folks that didn’t like him simply stayed away from ‘that weird bug kid’. After the incident though, with the rumors circulating around about his sister, he’s become a lot more standoffish towards those he doesn’t know, even aggressive in some cases. Only the few he’s still willing to call ‘friend’, don’t receive the brunt of his wrath.

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

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A B I L I T I E S

Entomokinesis - Ability to manipulate or control insects. Rather than from a purely mental manipulation as is demonstrated in psychics, Mr. Masterson’s form of control is through pheromones produced from his body. It seems the chemical signals are able to convey to the insect/s in question, what exactly he wants them to do.

Entomopathy - Ability to communicate with insects. The same pheromones and chemical signals that Mr. Masterson produces are also being emitted by insects and it seems he is able to receive these signals in communication. It’s not the same as having a conversation, but it seems the pheromones he receives travel to the limbic system, where they are processed as raw data. He doesn’t necessarily talk to them, but he can feel what their needs or present dangers are and in a way, see what they see.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Mr Masterson’s powers are limited to control/manipulation and primal communication. He cannot create any insects on his own and has to rely on the environment around him for any aid.

C O M B A T

Having to rely purely on his insects will get Mr. Masterson killed in a real field operation. Recommending basic hand to hand combat training for his first year, with the potential to take more advanced courses throughout the later years. We also recommended to him that he find a way to produce a steady supply of insects; he quickly asked about building an apiary.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Dark brown, mid-length and wavy
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’3”
• Body Type: Tall and lean
• Clothing Style: Pretty much whatever you can find at a thrift store. Ratty looking flannels, t-shirts two sizes too big, jeans with more holes than not and a fair amount of converse shoes.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: ear gauges and a septum piercing and a tattoo of a hawk head moth on his upper right back

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

“Do I really need a stupid costume? Can’t I just go out in what I’m wearing? Like seriously all I need to do is show up with a box of bees and that’s it, everybody gonna be runnin’ scared.”

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

Generally a lowkey person, tries to vibe with nature and the environment around him. That being said he’s wary of others, often preferring his arthropod companions over conversing with the mammalian ones. He acts on impulse, brashly reacting to situations, which can make it hard to converse with him properly anyway. His loyalty to those he considers family, blood or not, is unquestionable and he’ll happily come and bail you out at 2am on a thursday night.

F E A R S

Losing another member of his family

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Father -

Elijah Masterson

Codename: Brimstone
FC: Aneurin Barnard

“Dad… both him and mom used to do some bad shit back in the day. Whatever they did at work, they never talked about at home, but we knew. It’s kind of hard to say anything good happened when your dad went blind because of a ‘work related incident’. It became more obvious when they turned themselves in and we didn’t live at home for a couple of years. It wasn’t long till everything went back to normal…well almost normal”

Mother -

Gianna Masterson

Codename: Psyche
FC: Jessica Alba

“Mom is a hot mess…both literally and figuratively. She still tries to do just about everything for us, always trying to be the best mom she could be. Nowadays it feels like her head is elsewhere and always looks tired. It wasn’t always like that though, not since big sis…”

Siblings

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Melanie Graves (MISSING)

Codename: Glitch
FC: Elizabeth Olsen

“Mel was always a little off, but she was like a big sister to me, babysat me and Feebs while mom and dad were away on ‘business’. Then she moved in with us… I think something bad happened to her folks that my parents won’t tell any of us about and I think it’s connected to how dad went blind… Either way, she was family to us, even before she officially was . Then things got even weirder with her and my parents after my sister died. They got into a huge fight and she stormed out; now no one knows where she is…”

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Mia Masterson (DECEASED)

Codename: Syndrome
FC: Dytto

“Mia was the best big sister I could have asked for. She was always good to us and fucked up anyone who tried to mess with her kid siblings; pretty sure some of them had to go to therapy. When Mia got sick at first I didn’t totally understand it, how severe her condition was, or how badly the chemo was fucking up her body. It didn’t really hit me until she had already passed on…I miss her every day man…”

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Phoebe Masterson

Codename: Pyrite
FC: Simmer Bishil

“My absolute pain in the ass sister, I love her to pieces, but goddamn is she irritating. She’s always thought she was the smarter one, who always knew better than me, just cause she’s two years older than I am. It’s not like she was wrong or anything, not that I’d admit it to her face. Still…I’ve already lost two sisters, if anything were to happen to her, I’d lose my goddamn shit.”

Grandfather -

Kenneth Masterson

Codename: ‘Masterson’
FC: Vincent Cassel

“Grandpa is that odd mix of really weird, but really cool at the same time. He got me a pet tarantula, well… kind of? It’s bigger than a normal one, like…the size of a guinea pig. I mean, that and it talks to me, something about a spell grandpa cast on it? I don’t really see him very often, but dad seems kind of on edge whenever he visits, especially since he started his new job.”

Pet? -

Noah Weaver

“He’s my pet tarantula.. Well, a pet is a stretch, he’s more like a talking companion. Most of the bugs I interact with don’t actually talk with me, they just give me a signal or feeling as to what’s going on with them. Noah’s different though in that I can have an actual conversation with him, and he’s actually pretty okay with living a bougie life in his enclosure.”

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

TBD

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

Ezekiel is the youngest sibling of three, and outside of his father, the only boy in the family. Even at a young age, his powers became readily apparent, especially when his parents found him clapping happily on the floor, a circle of ants around him. The odd one out, he’d suffered through the torment, or tolerated the doting of his older sisters, always finding his way outdoors to commune with nature. There was a peace and serenity to be found outdoors that he couldn’t really have when he was around his siblings and better yet, there was plenty of life around to communicate with. His younger years were certainly happier ones, even after his father went blind and they adopted a childhood friend, Melanie Graves, life felt as happy and normal as could be.

Things don’t last forever though and Zeke learned that lesson the hard way when Mia was diagnosed with Cancer and succumbed to the disease within a couple of years. Then Melanie ran away from home and both his parents turned themselves in, leaving both him and his only remaining sibling in the care of an old friend of their father's. They spent the next three years living in a super bougie hotel while completing the rest of their high school education. It wasn't like they were shunted off to some foster care, but it certainly wasn't home and losing most of your family to different circumstance didn't help. Zeke spent most of his days being mischievous, pulling a few pranks here or there and taking the brunt of it out on Phoebe mostly; though she was sure to dish it back in her own way. Finally when Elijah and Gianna were released from prison, they could go home and live a life with some kind of normalcy.

Zeke knew that normal was never really among the status quo as tragedy struck again when the Crestview fire broke out, and rumors began to spread that Phoebe had started it. Another close call, another nearly lost sibling, Zeke made a decision. Things were never going to be the same again and he had to protect the people that were left. He wasn’t a powerhouse by any means, but he could be a benefit in another way. Environmental Sciences always felt the right choice, especially with how in tune he is with nature, literally talking to the ecosystem itself. So why not just follow Phoebe to Crystal Peak and kill two birds with one stone?

⋙:Ａ Ｎ Ｙ Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｅ Ｌ Ｓ Ｅ

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FC: Noah Centeneo , E3AF4F

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Raijin, The Resounding God

R A I J I N , G O D O F S T O R M S
R A I J I N , G O D O F S T O R M S

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Ryu Takao 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 26 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Dock worker by day, hardcore partier and rocker by night	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 fun-loving street smarts sticks to his guns 𝑩𝑨𝑫 bad influence loud & reckless always on something 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To once again return to those halcyon days. To return to the skies as the lord of storms, riding alongside his brother in a cacophony of thunderous booms and maelstrom waters. The never ending party of land, sea and sky. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Being stuck forever on earth as a mortal. Despite the many freedoms he possesses as a mortal, to do whatever he pleases, break whatever laws, fuck however many women; Raijin doesn’t feel truly free. None of them could ever know what he lost when the colossus was built, how could they? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 雷神 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of Storms & Disaster 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Japanese

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Raijin, born from the rotting corpse of his mother Izanami, who descended into the land of the dead, is a being of destruction. Her death gave way to his life, which in turn brought only more death to the land; and he reveled in it. There was never a purpose, mission, or cause to his chaos, only fun and revelry. It was the party of the century and Raijin soared through the skies alongside his brother Fujin, as he banged his drums and rained lightning and thunder down upon the people and their lands. Most never quite enjoyed his form of entertainment, even fewer managed to subdue him for a time to the benefit of the people, as rice struck by his lightning would bring good fortune to their harvest. His true nature is that of a demon, though his actions were never malicious, only mischievous.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

When the colossus was constructed and Raijin was firmly planted on the ground, he was understandably...upset. The first few years were spent trying to find a way back to godhood and when that didn’t quite work out, he made the best of a bad situation. He might not have been able to ride the skies anymore, but he was still going to have his fun and despite their mortality, humans knew how to party. Didn’t matter the time or the age, they danced, they played, they drank, they fucked and he revelled in it all. Raijin broke his fair share of laws along the way, stole a few cars, busted up some faces, got his ass handed to him and thrown in jail more times than he could count. He always made it out though, his brother was usually more than good for that, even if lately they haven’t been seeing quite eye to eye.

Fujin, The Heavenly Wind

F U J I N , G O D O F T H E W I N D
F U J I N , G O D O F T H E W I N D

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Fumio Tachi 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 26 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Archivist at Seattle Art Museum	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Calm/Focused Mature Sophisticated 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Unintentional Elitist Arrogant Know-It-All 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Fujin, like his brother, desires his own freedom, but not so he can return to how things used to be. Fujin desires to travel the world again, free as the very wind that blows through the air and literally being grounded is not conducive to that desire. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 How his mortality is affecting both him and Raijin. The two were feared and Raijin especially was chaotic before, but their time in the mortal world has caused him to become even more erratic. Fujin has had to focus himself more, for fear that he does not stoop to the same rock bottom levels his brother has reached. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 風神 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of The Wind 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Japanese

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Fujin is equally the lesser known brother and always seen together with Raijin, God of The Wind. His story is quite similar, born from the rotting corpse of their mother Izanami, he and many of the other demons that escaped the land of the dead, were tasked with killing their father Izanagi when he rejected their mother, along with the many mortals that existed in the world. Where Raijin would create thunder and lightning, Fujin would create the torrential winds that caused tsunamis and hurricanes alike. While their actions were rather destructive, some of their deeds benefitted the Japanese people as they took out scores of men on the high seas that intended to invade the country. Fujin’s actions, like Raijin, were never meant to be malicious, but rather than it being out of fun, he simply just did what he was told.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Fujin took his shackling to the mortal world a little better than his rebellious brother. At first it was angering why he, the god of wind, the literal epitome of freedom should be restricted to the ground, was beyond him. For a time he stuck with Raijin, after all the two were practically inseparable from one another and if they were going to be stuck on the ground, they might as well do it together. Then Fujin got to thinking about why all this was happening, about why this punishment had been bestowed upon them and while he thought, he watched his brother spiraling down his unchanging path. It had dawned on him that he only did what others told him to do, what his mother had told him to do, what his brother told him to do; it was time for a new path. He started studying, researching, reading every book he could get his hands on, visiting every museum he could, until he started working at one. In his mind if he could understand how humans viewed the gods, then there may lie the key to redemption, to freedom. Perhaps he could not only understand how the world viewed him and his brother, but understand it better than they could, maybe even understand the other gods better than they knew themselves. Regardless of the results, he was tired of bailing out Raijin, and while he might be called ‘boring’ and ‘no fun’ by his brother, he simply preferred the term ‘educated’.

*UPDATED WITH FUJIN INFO*

Descension (A God SoL RP)

I decided my FC is going to be Booboo Stewart, he fits that wild child aesthetic I think a storm god surrounded by beating drums would portray. I was considering Watanabe Keisuke, but I wasn't finding as many/as consistent gifs, though unless someone decides to pick Fujin to play as his brother, then maybe that could be an NPC face claim or something.

Descension (A God SoL RP)

Thinking I might want to reserve Raijin if that's alright

Descension (A God SoL RP)

Is it specifically gods or are demigods included in the category? Either way I'm interested

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

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The journey back to the hotel wasn’t necessarily long, but with the thoughts in his head, it felt like it took Leon ages to get back to his room. He had travelled back with Nate, but hadn’t really said much, partially because he had a lot on his mind, but also partially because it felt like Nate was leagues elsewhere himself, the two having split up somewhere along the way back having nary said a word to one another. Leon wasn’t sure whether that was the room itself or somewhere in between there and the gym, but regardless he had found himself in the same spot as when he first got to Vegas; the balcony. The young man leaned over the railing, looking out to the city below, trying to sort out where his mind was at, which happened to be with Sami, whom he left behind.

He knew Sami was tough and very capable of taking care of himself, but even so, fending off some jacked up dude in a fight club was a little over the top, even for him. Leon wanted to jump back in, to help his friend out, after all he was the one who caused the fight to break out, even if he still wasn’t sure why it broke out. Sami was insistent though, he always had to take care of things himself, which got Leon thinking. Sami was like the grown adult big brother everyone could rely on, even when Leon was dealing with his own demons, Sami was the one to always offer him a place to stay, to recuperate, to recover and yet, he never really seemed to take care of himself, let alone anyone take care of him. It made Leon really wonder if Sami really had everything under control or maybe..just maybe, he didn’t really trust anyone to let them take care of him if the going got rough, then again, maybe it was just Leon he didn’t trust? He really did have to wonder…

While her three friends had decided to take a trip to the gym (yuck), Val had done exactly as she'd said before: spent the last hour soaking in warm water and bubbles while snacking on her strawberries. She had emerged from the bathroom in a fluffy white robe with the hotel's logo on its back, a matching white headband that held back any stray strands of hair that had escaped her messy top bun, and leaving a trail of fruity-smelling soap behind her everywhere she went. She'd been on her way back to the bedroom when she spotted Leon at the balcony, and decided to pay him a visit.

“You’re back already? And here I was thinking we’d lost you to the gym for the next three hours” she teased her friend with a curious smile. But when she noticed just how pensive Leon was, her playfulness turned into worry, and she frowned with concern. “Leon? Are you okay?” she asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Feeling the hand on his shoulder he turned to look who it was and was pleasantly surprised to find Val, “Oh, hey V, didn’t see you there.” He paused a moment to look her up and down, was this some kind of new fashion, or was that just Vegas style in general? Man his internet searches were severely off point if monogrammed fur coats were the thing to wear, though wherever she got it from clearly misheard ‘Baleria’ instead of Valeria. “You look fancy, planning on going out or something?”

The short girl laughed and shook her head. “Not really, no. I was planning on ordering a bunch of room service and on demand movies under AJ’s name and spending the whole afternoon watching them while pigging out, but after I realized how lame that sounded, I thought
of doing something else. What that something else is, I have no idea yet. Why?”

“You just looked all gussied up so I thought I’d ask, though I could see the appeal in your plan,” Though why someone would wear something so fancy while eating and binge watching he didn’t really understand; again it was probably some Vegas etiquette he didn’t get. “Thought I’d be gone longer, before that I was thinking of touring the city, but to be honest, the view up here is plenty tour enough. Hard to believe that people like Mel Gibson could see this kind of sight every night.” Leon mostly mused, his head propped up in his hand as he leaned over the balcony taking in the view, “Wonder if I’ll get famous enough to come back here.” It wasn’t a serious thought, more something to ponder on.

“Oh, definitely,” came Val’s quick reply as she positioned herself next to Leon. “I doubt a guy with mad basketball skills, a huge heart and super humble like you would ever be anything less than famous. If anyone deserves that, it would be you, bud.”

Was Val being...nice? He had to raise his eyebrow a bit, “Who are you and what have you done with Val?” He asked jokingly. It wasn’t all that odd, deep down, past the glares and the nut shots, Val was actually a really nice person. What made it more odd for him was that she’d practically been avoiding him since prom, and less than six or seven hours ago she'd seemed less than pleased with him. Things seemed, at the very least, going back to more of a standard norm. All in all, though, he couldn’t help but laugh.

The short girl couldn’t help but laugh at his joking suspicion. “Shut up! You act like I’ve never been nice to you before,” she shot back, lightly elbowing him in the ribs.

He took the shot in stride as he rubbed his side, “There’s the sugar cube I knew was in there.” It felt good to laugh with Val, realistically it hadn’t been all that long since prom, but to him it felt like ages since Leon got to actually spend a good moment laughing with Val. He still wasn’t sure what upset her to begin with and he was slightly apprehensive to even bring it up, fearing he’d ruin the good mood. At the end of it all though, he was just glad to see Val smile again, “I’m glad you came along y’know? I thought at the last minute back at school, you’d changed your mind about coming. Not sure what Sami did but…” his mind wandered back to the Latino, hoping he was okay and wasn’t fucked up or passed out in the street, or worse. Shaking the thoughts, he returned his attention back to the girl beside him, “Anyway, I’m happy you’re here, it’d be kind of boring otherwise.”

His sweet words brought a warm feeling to Val’s chest. It was nice to be reminded of the reason she was choosing to put up somewhat voluntarily with the likes of Reyna, Ava and Emilia. After so many years together, her and her boys deserved to have a whole lot of fun before life and growing up inevitably separated them. “You have to give Chris some of the credit too. His patience with me was a crucial part of me standing here right now,” she laughed, smiling at how the one people were quick in deeming the ‘troublemaking hardass’ was probably the most considerate of her feelings out of them all. He deserved hell of a lot more than the shitty card he sometimes was given to. “Anyway, I’m sure there’s a few people here who wished I’d stayed back in California, but you know what? They can suck it. I’m here to stay, and I’m happy to be here.” How long would this good mood last, however, was anyone’s guess.

“Damn straight!” Leon exclaimed, raising his arms above his head to stretch, before lowering them and using his interlocked hands like a head rest. “Guess I’ll have to thank Chris at some point for convincing you to stay on board,” Chris was one of those people Leon wasn’t too sure about, he generally didn’t have a problem with anyone, but that guy always seemed to give him the evil eye whenever Leon looked in his general direction. He wasn’t entirely sure what Chris’ issue was, but if Val trusted him, then that was all the opinion he really needed, especially since some people did take issue to Val’s...impulses from earlier.

Staring out at the skyline, he continued to take in the aura and vibrancy that emanated from the city below, “Any idea on what the night is going to bring us?” He asked offhandedly, “I heard the city looks even better when it’s all lit up.”

“I’ve heard that too…” she noted, eyes still glued to the fast-paced, extravagant view stretching out in front of them. “And I have no idea, honestly. It’s hard to know what any moment will bring considering the fabulous group we got with us,” she said with a chuckle.

“Definitely right about that…” Leon stated, rather far more morbidly than he intended, nearly having his teeth knocked in at the gym. His musings were cut off at the sudden growl in his stomach, finally realizing just how hungry he was feeling. He knew what his calorie intake was, he knew what kind of foods he should be eating, but… Well...when in Vegas. “I know you mentioned ordering room service would be kind of boring, but that’s actually not sounding like a bad plan right about now...think AJ will mind? I really don’t want to be rude about it.”

At the mention of food, Val’s attention was quickly shifted from the view to Leon. But instead of a conspiratorial smile, she was raising her eyebrows at him. “Did you miss the part where I said room service is a lame idea?” she asked him. “We’re in fucking Vegas, panther. Gordon Ramsay’s Hell’s Kitchen is literally right across the street!” she pointed out, grabbing his muscled bicep with one hand to stir the rest of his body in the direction her other hand was pointing to. “If we’re eating anywhere, then that’s where I wanna go.”

Despite the incredible size difference, Val had strength where it counted and in his hunger addled state, and was easily ‘shown’ the direction of the restaurant she described. “Oh damn, it really is! Wait, Ramsay, he’s that British dude who’s always screaming right...or was he Scottish? I think I read that somewhere.” He scratched his head to think before shrugging, “Screw it, why not? Hopefully they don’t discriminate ‘cause I didn’t think to bring a fancy monogrammed fur coat...if nothing else you could claim I’m your bodyguard or something, since you look the part.”

The thought of showing up to a fancy restaurant like Hell's Kitchen dressed in nothing but a white bathrobe and a matching headband with a poorly dressed 'bodyguard' like Leon definitely amused the young woman, but not enough to go through with it. "Give me ten minutes to get ready and we'll be on our way," she told Leon with a smile, lightly punching his shoulder as a parting gesture before disappearing back into the hotel room.