A sudden wash of emotion rolled over him. Calming, soothing, presence that helped to stamp down his anger towards Nancy, towards the situation, and allowed him to think more clearly. This had nothing to do with approval, and everything to do with their attitudes and how they'd responded. Demi had offered to help them in their duty, to do what he knew to be wrong, just to extend an olive branch to the Romans. Yet they spat in his face. Even now it seemed as though they couldn't grasp why any of this had happened. He pitied them really. Ignoring Kieras protests and half views on what had even transpired. He closed the distance between him and Nancy, slowly letting her down from his grasp in the shadows.
”That's where you're wrong and we differ Nancy. I do regret attacking you, and I thank Niah for her timely intervention. I can't say what I might’ve done if my judgement continued to be clouded.” Demetri watched as his boyfriend left them. Heading to be by himself while everyone else was left to sort themselves out more or less. ”You've clearly got this handled and don't want or need my help to escort. So go about your duty. I'll be…somewhere.” Demi said as he began to walk away. He shifted, wishing to be a bird in flight but instead landing on an Emu. At least they had incredible running speeds. So he did. He ran, bolting towards Zeus Cabin.
Full Name: Dorian Stephen Gray Pronouns: He/Him Age: 17 Height: 5'9" Weight: 170lbs Gender: Male Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Brunette Distinguishing Features: Left Ear Pierced Origin: Mutant Team: Excelsior Base: Avengers Academy Alignment: Chaotic Good Hobbies: Gaming, Foodie, Traveling, Pranking
History
Life wasn't exactly normal for Dorian, especially towards the beginning. It's hard to recall his earliest memories, but if he thinks hard on them he always remembers a silhouetted man holding him and singing to him as an odd colored light surrounded them both. Later on in his years Dorian would learn that those earliest memories were of Max, his dad, using his magic to make his way home after grueling missions just to be able to put him to bed and say goodnight. While Max was away on missions his Appa, Ben, would always make sure to stay as present within his life as possible. The house they lived in was always warm and lively, and Appa made sure that Dorian felt as though he belonged.
Appa, ofcourse, was the stricter of the two. Always trying to teach him life lessons while his Dad simply wanted to have fun and enjoy what little time he had with his kid. At an early age Appa tried getting him to play a sport, to be normal whatever that meant. He rolled his eyes at the idea of football, didn't much care for track, tennis, or even soccer. But if he had to pick one he'd settled for baseball. The uniforms were cute enough, and it didn't involve as much running. So he was fine with it. The real joy came from seeing his parents' face light up everytime he hit the field. Win or lose they always supported him.
Years would pass and he lived next door to the Kingston's, knowing them as his second family and viewing Danni as his own brother. When he reached 7 years of age, Dorian was invited to come back with his Dad to Xavier's School. Ben wasn't exactly fond of the idea. No, to say that would be a massive understatement. The night the idea was brought up, Dorian was supposed to be asleep in his room. But as kids tended to do, he wasn't where he was supposed to be. He snuck out of his room, wanting to see if he could sleep with his dads, but as he rounded the corner towards their room he heard yelling. Muffled by the thick wooden doors of their home, but it was clear the subject matter was him and the school. Tears welled in his eyes as he quickly and quietly made his way back towards his room.
He had no powers to speak of and his Dad was still busy with the X-Men, but here he could learn, start school, and be closer to Max. Ben and Uncle Casper, had told him stories of this place, of his father Xavier and how horrible the man was. Dorian wasn't sure what to do. The following weeks were quiet in the household, facades placed before him as they pretended to be fine. Finally he spoke up. He wanted to be at Xaviers. He's spent so much time around other normal kids, he wanted to be around mutants for a change, even if the idea scared him a little. When they arrived Dorian clung to his dad's pant leg as he entered, prompting Max to pick him up and carry him on his shoulders as they made their way through the expanse of a mansion.
It was different for Dorian, children and mutants running all around him and learning to control their powers while he was merely here to learn the basics. It was about this time that Dorian had begun to romanticize heroism and sword fighting. He waited for the day that they would visit the Kingston's each week, the adults getting together to talk about whatever it was they spoke of and him and Danni could sit in front of the television and watch their weekly show of She-Ra. It lit a fire in him and made him understand why his father did what he did even if it was with the X-Men. To be a hero, to save the world, and to know that even they have flaws and can be anyone, it spoke to Dorian in a way that he hardly understood. How any ordinary person could be a hero. So he studied the sword, he mimicked fighting techniques off the show, and most importantly he had his best friend and brother alongside him to fight crime with. It was just like the theme song said 'with mighty sword and flame we'll never fail you when you call our name.'
That was when another one of Appas life lessons came in. One day, after years at the academy, he had decided to take him somewhere private. Somewhere personal to him. It was his very own grave. There was a bit of heaviness to Dorian's chest, the idea that he was staring at the grave of his own Appa who stood right beside him. He wanted him to promise that he would be careful, to be safe. He needed to see just how dangerous being a hero truly was. And while Dorian had agreed to it, he didn't fully understand at that age, nor does he now. After all, Appa died before the Mutant Circuit, before his family was capable of bringing others back to life. To him, much like any other kid his age, he was invincible. But he'd never tell his parents that.
Dorian learned, and grew, spending most of his time at Xavier's and until he hit the age of 13. Life got a little weird there, he developed powers, found out he had the x-gene, and scared the crap out of his parents. That was the first time that Max had taken him and Ben to an old library, asked Doctor Strange and Wong for access to books on Astral Projection, and spent a majority of his time learning and teaching Dorian about his powers, the dangers, and ways to control them. Strange was...well strange. It was like Dorian's father was a different person around him, and it showed him a new side of his father he never got to see. But his childhood wasn't all study and practice, there were days, sometimes weeks, that Max would have off and even if he looked tired he would always come with a surprise. Family trips to Disney with the Mutant Underground, and those his father had met along the way of his life, impromptu vacations to Italy, Spain, Rome and more even as James protested.
Dorian was never a kid with wants. When your father has the power of magic, and can take you across the planet in less than a second of time then the world is quite literally your oyster. He always loved the trips with just the three of them, four if they could convince the Kingston's to allow Danni to come with. Dorian had heard tales of Max's...mishaps in his younger years, but that seemed so far ago and it always made him chuckle to see them all flustered with his dad's random worldwide trips. Sometimes they would just pop in with me, barely tell Uncle James, leave with Danni, then return less than a minute later having asked us to get the most touristy clothes we could find while gone. When we'd pop back to the Kingston's place we'd have large sunglasses, a splotch of sunscreen on our nose, and bright noisy clothes, it was one of the times Dorian could hear his father just laugh at the chaos and look on their faces. Sadly those Vacations would have to wait till summer once he turned 14, but it was a happy kind of sad.
Though Dorian couldn't see his family as often, he still had Danni. They got accepted to Avengers Academy (AA if you were one of the cool kids) and it was everything that they had worked for. Dee and Danni taking on the world and becoming heroes! There were...a few incidents where dad had to come in. Apparently the school didn't like it when someone possessed the lockers doors and flung them all open to scare other students. Or when someone snuck out of their room because it was too quiet. Really most of Dorians pranks were frowned upon, but someone had to livin' up the place, and a few of those pranks were just great pogger moments. Now its Junior year and its time to see what more they could learn about heroism and combat!
Personality
Dorian tries to be the life of the party. Alongside his best friend Danni, he never wants to let a moment die, trying to keep up the momentum and live life to the fullest. Ofcourse, all of that is pretty easy when your father has the ability to create things on a whim and your uncles command death and life respectively. Dorians never needed to consider any consequences because as far as he has been concerned there never were any. It's this sort of mindset that has lead to his more reckless behavior and allowed him to become quite the devious Prankster. After all within his first year at AA, Dorian spent a massive amount of time out in the field. Not caring for the physical education portion of his lectures, he decided to toss bird feed into the field and blow a whistle every day to call upon some pigeons. After a months of preparation when it came to the annual track meet, the coach blew the whistle only to have an insurmountable amount of pigeons flock down towards the fields and create utter chaos.
Dorian isn't all pranks and chaos however. He cares deeply for his friends and would do anything he can to help them. After all if he's learned anything from bith TV and real life, it's that the bonds you form along the way are what end up mattering the most in the end. He values loyalty and comradery amongst all else, and believes that friends shouldn't keep things from each other because it's the easiest way to allow a wedge to tear them apart. Though he's very doubtful that anything could ever tear him and his bestie apart.
Traits
Signature Attack (Disrupt Person) - Dorian makes this attack with an edge.
Surprising Power (Possession) - Dorian ignores rank and origins when selecting this power.
Signature Attack (Possession) - Dorian makes this attack with an edge.
Tags
Heroic
Hounded
Mentor (Ser Nemo)
Obligation (School)
Signature Weapon (Sword?)
Sorcerous
X-Gene
Young
Powers
Possession:
Phase Self: Dorian can become as intangible as a ghost.
Prerequisites: None
Action: Standard
Duration: Concentration
Effect: Dorian and his clothing become intangible and can move through anything as if it wasn't there. Nothing can physically affect him, nor can he affect anything that is not phasing with him.
Phase Walk: Dorian can walk on air.
Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
Duration: Concentration
Focus: 5
Effect: When phasing, Dorian can move in any direction as can anyone or anything phasing along with him.
Quick Phase: Dorian can become as intangible as a ghost in an instant.
Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
Action: Reaction
Trigger: The character is attacked.
cost: 5 focus
Duration: Concentration
Effect: The character and their clothing instantly become intangible.
Partial Phase: Dorian can me a portion of himself tangible or intangible.
Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
Action: Standard
Duration: Concentration
Cost: 5 Focus
Effect: Dorian can make any portion of his body and clothing tangible or intangible.
Disrupt Person: Dorian can hurt someone with his phasing powers.
Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 3
Action: Standard
Duration: instant
Cost: 10 Focus
Effect: Dorian and his clothing become intangible and can move through anything as if it wasn't there. Nothing can physically affect him, nor can he affect anything that is not phasing with him.
Disrupt Electronics: Dorian can scramble electronics by moving through them.
Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
Action: Standard
Duration: instant
Cost: 5 Focus
Effect: Dorian can scramble electronics when he moves through them while phasing, causing them to shut down or crash. In the case of Tech Reliant powers, they are unusable for one round while they reboot.
Magic (Demonic Set):
Possession: Dorian takes over someone else's body.
Homebrewed Power , Changed Agility defense to a contested check.
Prerequisites: Cursed, Rank 5.
Action: Standard
Duration: Concentration
Cost: 20 Focus
Effect: On the first possession attempt, Dorain makes an Ego check with trouble against an Ego check of the target with trouble. On a success, Dorian takes over the the target's body completely. On a failure, further attempts of possession do not give the target trouble. Dorian's Ego Defense is the target number for any checks to end the possession. If Dorian attempts to harm someone with the possessed body, the target gets to make an Ego check to end the possession. If the target has the Heroic tag, they gain an edge. If Dorian attempts to harm the possessed body, the target gets an edge on the check. If they have the Heroic tag, they get a double edge.
Telekenetic:
Telekinetic Manipulation: Dorian can handle physical things with his mind.
Prerequisites: None
Action: Standard
Duration: Concentration
range: Varies
Effect: Dorian can manipulate objects in line of sight with his mind. His maximum range is 5 spaces x rank. If someone would prevent Dorian from taking control of an object, Dorian makes a Logic check against their Agility defense.
Telekinetic Attack: Dorian can punch or choke somebody with his mind.
Prerequisites: Telekinetic Manipulation, Rank 2
Action: Standard
Duration: Concentration
Range: Varies
Cost: 5 focus
Effect: Dorian makes a Logic attack against the Melee defense of a target within 5 spaces times rank. If is is a success, it inflicts regular damage. On a Fantastic Success, the damage si doubled instead, and the target is stunned for one round.
The beeping of the coffee machine rang through the room as Dorian and Percy laid there for a moment. Dorian had gotten up, making his way over to the coffee pot and grabbing a mug from where Percy usually had them placed. He'd gotten used to his boyfriend's layout, even if they were divided by a whole break. Countless times spent in his room to study for classes, or simply hang out while Percy studied and Dorian played on his handheld. He poured himself a cup, looking over towards Percy with an empty mug. ”Want a cup as well. T'ink you'll be needin' it.” He joked, chuckling as he spoke. His phone buzzed and rang from the other room, a ringtone April would recognize as their group chat tone playing for all to hear from within the bundles of his pants.
”Merde, eit'er April or Danni are tryin' to reach us and I don't ‘ave my phone on me.”
Percy nodded - a cup of coffee was definitely needed. He thought he had been completely exhausted after the first session - after the second? His mind and body both felt like jello. He was completely dazed and content, and the rest of the world felt so very far away - that is, until Dorian’s phone rang through the thin walls.
He had to hide a small smile though at the way Dorian said us - he liked that.
”Allow me,” he offered, stumbling slightly out of bed - he hadn’t realized how sore he felt - and he slipped on the nearest change of clothes that he could find. Then in a small flash of blue light, Percy teleported into Dorian’s room, which was thankfully unoccupied, and he grabbed the offending phone. Another jump and he was back in his own room, standing by Dorian’s side, phone outstretched.
”Oooo what a gentleman. T’ank you mon cœur.” Dorian replied as he took his phone from Percy's hands. He noticed he had several missed messages, between April and also Vicky. Clearly the idea of students going dark was hanging on Vicky. Though the wording was a bit odd. Dorian turned his phone towards Percy for him to see, ”Apparently Vicky also needs my ‘elp? Could be cuz i understand ‘er tech suit but wouldn't Zari be just as good?” He said with a shrug before texting her back.
”Sure! Just let me know when youd like to. We can run some tests or scenarios or something.”
Percy read the message quickly, before scowling deeply. ”She shouldn’t be saying that about you.” Maybe he needed to make it more known, his attachment to Dorian. He knew that married couples wore rings - what did boyfriends do?
”Its fine. Danni says it all t'e time to. Really freaked our parents out t'e first time. T'ey ended up givin’ us t'e talk. But t'ere's not much of a better way to talk about my powers…unfortunately.”
Percy didn’t like the idea of Danni saying that about Dorian either - in fact, he liked it even less. ”Do people know that you’re my boyfriend?” he pressed, still hung up on this. He’d never really understood jealousy much before, but now, he was beginning to get an idea.
”Duh. I talk about you all t'e time. To everyone. I don't t'ink it could be anymore obvious. Even if we aren't t'e “it” couple like Teddy and Billy. But t'ey’re gonna be old news once we win t'e Contest.”
He relaxed slightly. Maybe he didn’t have to get Dorian a ring, then. But it was still worth consideration. ”Good,” Percy paused. ”I don’t like the idea of you being inside other people.” And he wasn’t talking about Dorian’s powers… not entirely, at least.
”Just you. Or atleast illt'e manner t'at I dont use my powers.” Dorian said with a wink, waving his phone towards Percy. ”Question now is…what do I say to April and Danni.”
”About what?” he asked, before it clicked into place. ”Oh. You’re going to tell them that we had sex.” He hesitated for a moment, uncertain how to feel about that. He liked to keep things private. But at the same time, if everyone knew that he and Dorian had done such things, then maybe people would be less inclined to flirt with his boyfriend. So as much as it felt somewhat uncomfortable, it was probably for the best - if for no other reason than to ward off others, like Vicky. ”You can just tell them. That’s fine.”
Still fully undressed, he began to pace the room trying to think of the best way possible to say this. ”Yeah but I don't know ‘ow t'ey'll react. Besides it's all Diana's fault. April caught ‘er leavin’ my room wit’ no one innit so now shes askin’ why.”
He nodded. ”Of course she did,” Percy said with a slight huff. He was going to have to talk with his sister later about boundaries, and reintroduce her to the concept of knocking first. She wasn’t usually like this - usually she was better about minding her own business, but maybe things were different now, after everything with Arcade. Maybe his moms had put her up to it, since he got a boyfriend.
Dorian rolled his eyes. ”Она немного причиняет боль, извините” He said, shaking his head slightly before finally responding to April.
” Ok, don't freak out but…😳👀👻🍆💦🕐🍑 but also 🏹↪️😧🤢🤮😠😵💫 so we left.”
Dorian sighed for a moment as he could hear several voices in the hallway by his door, one of which was Aprils. ”Should probably go t'ere. T'ey might be worried since we missed t'e meetin’...again. I don't want April to freak out.” Dorian grabbed a towel from Percy's stash, throwing on one of his more casual button ups and only doing it halfway as he wrapped the towel around his waist and opened Percy's dorm door. Peaking out slightly. ” ‘ey Uh one minute. Just uh, bad ‘air day tryin’ to fix it.” He said as he looked up and noticed his hair was now more of a mess than before before shutting the bedroom door.
Percy raised an eyebrow at Dorian’s reaction - and how he explicitly didn’t want April Flynn to freak out. He didn’t know her very well, having only really interacted with her because of Dorian or because of the contest, but it seemed to be her usual pattern. It must have been exhausting. ”She freaks out a lot,” Percy mused, as Dorian went over to the door. He had no intention of being seen. Yes, he had put on some clothing - just in case his teleporting was as error prone as it usually was - but his hair was a mess and he knew that the smell of Dorian on him was likely not the only thing left behind. However, as he listened, he realized it wasn’t just April Flynn outside… but his sister was still there.
He cursed under his breath in Russian.
He’d been so swept up in the moment he had almost forgotten about that.
He walked over to the door, and cleared his throat, before speaking quickly in Russian, certain his sister was listening. ”Диана, ты намеренно пренебрегаешь моей личной жизнью сегодня утром или это совпадение?”
Dorian didn't like the lack of question mark at the end of Percy's statement. rummaging through his boyfriend's clothing to find something he liked. He tried hard not to mess up the order within his drawers, but somethings (inevitably) got undone in his search. ”She's goin’ t'rough a lot right now ok? Between t'e contest, girlfriends, ‘er parents, I mean my dad always said ‘er dad must ‘ave some kind of ‘ealin’ factor to be walkin’ around wit’ a stick up ‘is ass all t'e time. I t'ink she just needs time to breat'e and relax outside of school pressure.”
By now Dorian was full dressed. Lightwash denim pants that fit him like Capris, a short sleeved button up, the other one abandoned, only halfway done with a shirt underneath. He made his way to Percy's mirror, trying to fix his hair a bit as he stole some product before running over and kissing his boyfriend on the mouth. ”Don't hide away. Meet me outside? But uh,clean up a bit first maybe.” He said with a cheeky wink.
Percy felt uncomfortable for a moment there, hearing Dorian list off every stressor in the life of a person he just didn’t know. Had he made a misstep by commenting that it seemed like April freaked out a lot? He hadn’t thought he had said anything wrong - it had merely been an observation, a statement. ”You care a lot about your friends,” he said. ”I’m sorry if that was not correct of me to say.”
He blushed slightly, as Dorian ran over to kiss him, and he returned the kiss eagerly. However, at the wink, Percy pulled a face, rolling his eyes. ”And whose fault is that?”
”Of Course i care about my friends. Especially when t’at friend is April, she's like family to me. Aaaaand I'd say your fault…and a bit of mine.”
He raised an eyebrow. ”It tastes like your fault.”
Dorian smirked as his hand was on the doorknob. ”T’en pop a mint before comin’ out. Besides we should really get a bit of food.” He said as he opened the door looking at the trio standing outside his dormroom. ”We ‘avin’ a party I didn't know about or somet'in'?”
Percy rolled his eyes, even as he found this almost rougher(?) side of Dorian to be strangely appealing. It was attractive, really, hearing his boyfriend - usually so sweet and considerate - be almost a little bit abrasive. He’d have to examine that realization later, of course. Instead, he tried to make a teleportation jump to the bathroom, so he could wash himself off properly - but his energy seemed to have been spent, the blue whirls around his hands appearing but not settling. That was also most definitely Dorian’s fault. On the second attempt, though, he managed to muster up the energy - and he flickered into the dorm’s bathroom, about five minutes in the past, where he cleaned himself up quickly, making him as presentable as he could while on a time crunch.
He then stepped out of the bathroom, approaching the group that had gathered in the hallway, and taking his place by Dorian’s side. ”It would seem so.”
”Oh ‘ey Perce. Where ya been? Was waitin’ in your room for a while passin’ time.” Dorian said as he wrapped his arm around Percy's waist.
”…I was… cleaning… my… face.”
”LOVE Tatcha. My favorite cleanser, its like t'is opaque white liquid with exfoliate in it. Somet'in’ about tea oils or somet'in’, don't know I just use it.”
Percy tried to keep his composure.
He really tried.
He really tried.
But he couldn’t help himself - he immediately lost it, laughing as hard as he ever had in his life, unable to catch his breath, even his eyes tearing up. He couldn’t even speak, just completely lost to a seemingly never ending laughing fit. Yes, it was Dorian’s favorite cleanser - he had learned as much - and it was an opaque white liquid… He just couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help but partially collapse into his boyfriend to stay standing, desperately trying to stop laughing but he couldn’t recover, practically wheezing.
Translations: Она немного причиняет боль, извините = She’s a bit of a pain, sorry Диана, ты намеренно пренебрегаешь моей личной жизнью сегодня утром или это совпадение? = Diana, are you intentionally disrespecting my privacy this morning or is this a coincidence?
The next few moments had been experienced over a span of time that only Percy's watch would know about. Jewelry would happen to stay on, after all. Adrenaline has been known to factor into many miraculous acts, and that of two teenage hormonal boys was no different. With a vast display of powers and prowess mixing together in both controlled, and uncontrolled, ways. By the end of it all they both lay exhausted and elated, side by side halfway beneath the covers. ”How's that for a Time Space Entanglement.” Dorian said with a wink before kissing Percy on the lips. The moment cut short by an alarm goes off on Percy's side table. ”What alarm could you possibly have going off right now?” Dorian asked as he hit the snooze button on the clock before reading it said 8:10 AM.
Distant voices could be heard from the hall, Danni loudly proclaiming that they needed to work on Percy's uniform, and Percy replying back with one hell of a deja vu. Dorian quickly glanced down at Percy's watch and noticed it was almost 9 am. ”Merde, I t'ink we may ‘ave jumped a bit too far back t'ere mon chère.” He said with a bit of a laugh.
Percy was completely spent, his body and his mind both dazed. He had barely registered the alarm on his nightstand flashing - everything else felt far away, strangely distant, like sounds echoing through water. He had curled up against Dorian’s chest, somehow not as bothered by the physical contact as he usually was - he liked it even, well, more than liked it.
”Hm?” Percy tilted his head slightly, before noticing what the alarm clock was reading - it was ten past eight - and his watch, miraculously given to him by the sorceress Agatha Harkness, had so far always told perfect time. He frowned slightly, considering how many jumps he must have made - he usually would only jump for a few seconds at a time, anything more than that and he would recall lectures from his mothers, about how dangerous it was to jump through time without training, that it was like diving into freezing water and emerging as an acorn, etc etc. No wonder he felt completely exhausted. ”I see. You’re far too distracting.” And then he shifted slightly, closing his eyes. Meetings be damned. He was too content to just remain here. The odds of them having substantial harm from paradox psychosis was low, too.
”Oh I'm t'e distractin’ one? Moi?” Dorian chuckled as he pulled Percy in closer, tighter, as he started up at the ceiling. ”Well we definitely ‘ave more time before t'at meetin’ now. T'ough probably best we don't leave t'is room…unless it's to t’e cafetería for a snack and coffee.” He hardly had time to have breakfast the first go around, and now with all the exerted energy he definitely needed something within his system.
It didn’t occur to Percy that the meeting was at eight o’clock, and that even having time traveled back, they still would have been late. However, he had no intention of leaving this room at all. For one of the first times in his life, he felt entirely content - peaceful, even. [color=ed1c24]”[i]Si, c’est toi,”[/color] Percy murmured. He didn’t notice the French slip out from his lips - when he wasn’t concentrating, most languages sounded the same to him, coming out in some mixture of Russian and English. It was an odd effect of his mutant power, forcing him to have to really focus and think to know what language was being used, and what he was replying in. ”I have coffee here. It isn’t as nice as yours, but… It’ll do. I enjoy it.” He then paused, shifting slightly. He hadn’t told this to Dorian before - hadn’t really told it to anyone before. ”I also have bourbon.” He then waited, somewhat apprehensive. Not many fourteen year olds drank.
”Didn't know you were Irish.” Dorian quipped. [Color=CC99FF]”But I t'ink if we show up late [i]and]/i] wit’ alchy on our breat’ t'en we are just askin’ for trouble. So for now t'e coffee will ‘ave to do.”[/color] Dorian didn't bother to question why Percy had a bottle of bourbon stashed away. His house was fairly dry for the most part. Casper was a bit of an addict to…well anything so it was easiest to keep the house clean of temptations. So there was never really a chance to sneak a drink back home unless they snuck out and headed to Bourbon Street. Even then, their fresh faces would get carded too quickly.
”... My surname is Novikov,” Percy tilted his head, confused by Dorian’s statement. ”You’ve met my mothers. We’re Russian and Jewish.” Of course, it was a bit of a stereotype that Russians enjoyed alcohol more than most, but Percy wasn’t going to raise that. However, as much as he wanted the coffee, he also had no intention of moving from his spot in bed. He was vaguely aware of people wanting ‘princess treatment’ from time to time. In this moment, Percy was perhaps guilty of that. ”Would you make the coffee? This position is rather… comfortable.”
Dorian sighed, whispering Novikova under his breath as he shook his head. ”I know all about your lineage. I meant to say I didn't take you to drink irish coffee, which is to have a bourbon or whiskey in t’e cup along wit’ it.” He had to admit however, he was rather comfortable as well. So he tilted his head upwards and spied the machine from across the room. With his free hand he attempted to extend his reach with his powers and press it on, though at first it only managed to gently nudge the machine one way, and then the other, until at his third attempt the button pressed and the coffee began to be made. ”Coffee is bein’ started, and without ‘avin’ to compromise our position…t'ough we could always…change positions…if you've t'e energy for it.” Dorian teased.
Percy raised an eyebrow. ”You know all about my lineage?” In his opinion, there wasn’t much to know. All the interesting people in his ancestry began and ended with his mothers. From what he knew of Dorian’s life, his own family was far more interesting - and overly complex. Percy still wasn’t quite certain how Dorian and Dani were related, if at all. But at Dorian’s offer of a change in position… Percy’s heart skipped a beat. Somehow, the haze of exhaustion seemed to lift for a moment, his body beginning to stir once more. As strange and terrifying and unfamiliar as it was, he couldn’t help but want to lean into the sensation. ”Hm. What are you suggesting?”
”Obviously. You just told me about it Perce.” Dorian hadnt expected Percy to be willing for another round, but at the thought of the possibility, it was as if Dorian had the energy to do it all again. ”Well, I was t'inkin’ maybe t'is time try to keep us until just before t'e coffee is done brewin’. T'at way when we finish we ‘ave t'e pot waitin’ for us at t'e end.” Dorian said as he repositioned himself and was now over Percy. ”What do you say?”
He rolled his eyes. A month or so ago, Percy would have taken this as further evidence as to how infuriating Dorian was. He still was infuriating, of course. It was one of his qualities that drove Percy insane - alongside other things, such as the way his boyfriend shifted to be above him, preemptive shivers running down his spine. He was very much alert now. His face turned positively crimson at Dorian’s suggestion to keep the time-jumps so that way it matched up with when the coffee would finish. He didn’t have fine control over his temporal teleportations when he was concentrating - and like this, well.. But strangely, the challenge seemed to only amplify the other emotions coursing through him. Percy nodded, swallowing slightly. ”Je peux essayer.”
”Je te fais confiance.” Dorian replied as placed a kiss on his lips. Pulling off for a moment only to set an alarm on his phone for when the coffee would finish and then placed it back to the stand. ”Now? Where were we.”
The Phoenix was weak to magic? Damn how could he have forgotten that. With all his knowledge of the mythical creature (was a creature still a myth if it was real?) he'd forgotten that one basic principle of it. He didn't think this varied from host to host either, but then could it even take a magical host like Strange or himself? Max mused to himself as the conversation continued past that, talking about transporting and how best to fire it or something, until Carolina suggested that Max simply just…failed. Sure his magic was finicky at times, especially in high stress environments when he attempts to push himself past limits he's usually done, but opening up two portals at once in the calm of a lab was as easy as a snap. It was down right offensive to him that she'd not only suggest that, but offer a secondary version of teleportation involving our Asgardian friends. Luckily he had a distraction for now, focusing his attention on Ben as he placed a hand onto his shoulder.
”Don't worry, they're safe and sound far away from New Orleans remember? I left a portal open for them back home to leave through. It was enchanted to close the second they left so that no one could follow behind and bring them any trouble. And that was before we even left New Orleans for the Bifrost.” Max reassured Ben. He'd show him visuals if need be, but for now they had to focus on the matter at hand. A third party member was blocking them from entering his home, and that frightened him. Who not only knew about them being out and was strong enough to keep them all out? It seemed Avery had figured it out as well. Someone else was pulling all these strings, but who? Before Max could ask Runa if she was ready for Stranges, she reached out and used the power of the Bifrost to move them all outside of the city's limits. ”Well unless Heimdall is having an off day Carolina, then I'd say someone is working overtime to keep us outside of this city. At the very least keeping us from teleporting on. But who?.”
Max queried out loud as he placed a finger onto his bottom lip. He hadn't had a chance to use his artifact since that night with Avery, but… Max tugged on the leather strap underneath his shirt collar and pulled it out from under his shirt. A small, heavy metallic eye now sat on his chest. It appeared to resemble Strange's Eye of Agamotto, but the centerpiece was different once he opened it. Max mimicked the same motions he'd seen Strange use before, activating the amulet in an attempts to peer further beyond. To peer the truth. At first it didn't want to open, fighting back as it budged slightly and then closed. He tried again, and as it opened it instantly shut once more. It concerned Max, beginning to feel as if maybe he wasn't meant to know this information. Like the Eye was shielding from the truth. A last attempt finally saw the Eye partially open, enough for the Eye of Agamodin to reveal to him only that magic was incredibly stronger than he is.
Max stared at the magic before him, watching it's workings from outside before it vanished back as the Eye closed once more. ”I know not who cast this veil on my city. But I can ascertain this much. They are a Sorcerer or Sorceress of immense power, beyond my own it seems. And enough to keep the Eye of Agamodin from wanting to reveal it's truth. I have a theory of who this individual may be, but no true basis for it…” Strong enough to hide from the Eye, pulling strings of chaos and descent, and they just so happened to have two Asgardians with them this day? It wreaked of Loki, the tricks the chaos, the ability to hide away from Odin's sight. A Sorcerer of his own right. But Max had no true clue if he was right, but who else to hide themselves so well than a God of Mischief and magic.
The kid had gotten scared enough to back on out of the car. Enough for his cousin to slip in and start it for them both to leave. Hermès watched as the cops instantly pulled their weapons out. A pit forming in his stomach at just how jumpy they were being. It was an attempted hot wire not an armed takeover. Pigs. A part of him felt bad for the situation the new kid was put into, but then again he did try and steal a car from under a cops nose so…it was a little hard to feel sorry. Hermès slipped into the passenger seat and began to buckle up, signing with one hand as he did. ”And this is why I hate pigs. They're all shoot first ask later.”
He was just glad to have gotten out of that situation. Scenes of it replaying in his head. Finley, the old man, the drawn weapons. Both the operator and the first responders seemed shaken up by this new epidemic. They didn't get far in this New York traffic. Worse now than he'd ever seen it. ”Everyone seems on edge. Like they are evacuating. Are you ok?” Hermès asked as he looked at his cousin. They weren't moving right now so they could afford a little eye to eye conversation.
Full Name: Dorian Stephen Gray Pronouns: He/Him Age: 17 Height: 5'9" Weight: 170lbs Gender: Male Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Brunette Distinguishing Features: Left Ear Pierced Origin: Mutant Team: Excelsior Base: Avengers Academy Alignment: Chaotic Good Hobbies: Gaming, Foodie, Traveling, Pranking
History
Life wasn't exactly normal for Dorian, especially towards the beginning. It's hard to recall his earliest memories, but if he thinks hard on them he always remembers a silhouetted man holding him and singing to him as an odd colored light surrounded them both. Later on in his years Dorian would learn that those earliest memories were of Max, his dad, using his magic to make his way home after grueling missions just to be able to put him to bed and say goodnight. While Max was away on missions his Appa, Ben, would always make sure to stay as present within his life as possible. The house they lived in was always warm and lively, and Appa made sure that Dorian felt as though he belonged.
Appa, ofcourse, was the stricter of the two. Always trying to teach him life lessons while his Dad simply wanted to have fun and enjoy what little time he had with his kid. At an early age Appa tried getting him to play a sport, to be normal whatever that meant. He rolled his eyes at the idea of football, didn't much care for track, tennis, or even soccer. But if he had to pick one he'd settled for baseball. The uniforms were cute enough, and it didn't involve as much running. So he was fine with it. The real joy came from seeing his parents' face light up everytime he hit the field. Win or lose they always supported him.
Years would pass and he lived next door to the Kingston's, knowing them as his second family and viewing Danni as his own brother. When he reached 7 years of age, Dorian was invited to come back with his Dad to Xavier's School. Ben wasn't exactly fond of the idea. No, to say that would be a massive understatement. The night the idea was brought up, Dorian was supposed to be asleep in his room. But as kids tended to do, he wasn't where he was supposed to be. He snuck out of his room, wanting to see if he could sleep with his dads, but as he rounded the corner towards their room he heard yelling. Muffled by the thick wooden doors of their home, but it was clear the subject matter was him and the school. Tears welled in his eyes as he quickly and quietly made his way back towards his room.
He had no powers to speak of and his Dad was still busy with the X-Men, but here he could learn, start school, and be closer to Max. Ben and Uncle Casper, had told him stories of this place, of his father Xavier and how horrible the man was. Dorian wasn't sure what to do. The following weeks were quiet in the household, facades placed before him as they pretended to be fine. Finally he spoke up. He wanted to be at Xaviers. He's spent so much time around other normal kids, he wanted to be around mutants for a change, even if the idea scared him a little. When they arrived Dorian clung to his dad's pant leg as he entered, prompting Max to pick him up and carry him on his shoulders as they made their way through the expanse of a mansion.
It was different for Dorian, children and mutants running all around him and learning to control their powers while he was merely here to learn the basics. It was about this time that Dorian had begun to romanticize heroism and sword fighting. He waited for the day that they would visit the Kingston's each week, the adults getting together to talk about whatever it was they spoke of and him and Danni could sit in front of the television and watch their weekly show of She-Ra. It lit a fire in him and made him understand why his father did what he did even if it was with the X-Men. To be a hero, to save the world, and to know that even they have flaws and can be anyone, it spoke to Dorian in a way that he hardly understood. How any ordinary person could be a hero. So he studied the sword, he mimicked fighting techniques off the show, and most importantly he had his best friend and brother alongside him to fight crime with. It was just like the theme song said 'with mighty sword and flame we'll never fail you when you call our name.'
That was when another one of Appas life lessons came in. One day, after years at the academy, he had decided to take him somewhere private. Somewhere personal to him. It was his very own grave. There was a bit of heaviness to Dorian's chest, the idea that he was staring at the grave of his own Appa who stood right beside him. He wanted him to promise that he would be careful, to be safe. He needed to see just how dangerous being a hero truly was. And while Dorian had agreed to it, he didn't fully understand at that age, nor does he now. After all, Appa died before the Mutant Circuit, before his family was capable of bringing others back to life. To him, much like any other kid his age, he was invincible. But he'd never tell his parents that.
Dorian learned, and grew, spending most of his time at Xavier's and until he hit the age of 13. Life got a little weird there, he developed powers, found out he had the x-gene, and scared the crap out of his parents. That was the first time that Max had taken him and Ben to an old library, asked Doctor Strange and Wong for access to books on Astral Projection, and spent a majority of his time learning and teaching Dorian about his powers, the dangers, and ways to control them. Strange was...well strange. It was like Dorian's father was a different person around him, and it showed him a new side of his father he never got to see. But his childhood wasn't all study and practice, there were days, sometimes weeks, that Max would have off and even if he looked tired he would always come with a surprise. Family trips to Disney with the Mutant Underground, and those his father had met along the way of his life, impromptu vacations to Italy, Spain, Rome and more even as James protested.
Dorian was never a kid with wants. When your father has the power of magic, and can take you across the planet in less than a second of time then the world is quite literally your oyster. He always loved the trips with just the three of them, four if they could convince the Kingston's to allow Danni to come with. Dorian had heard tales of Max's...mishaps in his younger years, but that seemed so far ago and it always made him chuckle to see them all flustered with his dad's random worldwide trips. Sometimes they would just pop in with me, barely tell Uncle James, leave with Danni, then return less than a minute later having asked us to get the most touristy clothes we could find while gone. When we'd pop back to the Kingston's place we'd have large sunglasses, a splotch of sunscreen on our nose, and bright noisy clothes, it was one of the times Dorian could hear his father just laugh at the chaos and look on their faces. Sadly those Vacations would have to wait till summer once he turned 14, but it was a happy kind of sad.
Though Dorian couldn't see his family as often, he still had Danni. They got accepted to Avengers Academy (AA if you were one of the cool kids) and it was everything that they had worked for. Dee and Danni taking on the world and becoming heroes! There were...a few incidents where dad had to come in. Apparently the school didn't like it when someone possessed the lockers doors and flung them all open to scare other students. Or when someone snuck out of their room because it was too quiet. Really most of Dorians pranks were frowned upon, but someone had to livin' up the place, and a few of those pranks were just great pogger moments. Now its Junior year and its time to see what more they could learn about heroism and combat!
Personality
Dorian tries to be the life of the party. Alongside his best friend Danni, he never wants to let a moment die, trying to keep up the momentum and live life to the fullest. Ofcourse, all of that is pretty easy when your father has the ability to create things on a whim and your uncles command death and life respectively. Dorians never needed to consider any consequences because as far as he has been concerned there never were any. It's this sort of mindset that has lead to his more reckless behavior and allowed him to become quite the devious Prankster. After all within his first year at AA, Dorian spent a massive amount of time out in the field. Not caring for the physical education portion of his lectures, he decided to toss bird feed into the field and blow a whistle every day to call upon some pigeons. After a months of preparation when it came to the annual track meet, the coach blew the whistle only to have an insurmountable amount of pigeons flock down towards the fields and create utter chaos.
Dorian isn't all pranks and chaos however. He cares deeply for his friends and would do anything he can to help them. After all if he's learned anything from bith TV and real life, it's that the bonds you form along the way are what end up mattering the most in the end. He values loyalty and comradery amongst all else, and believes that friends shouldn't keep things from each other because it's the easiest way to allow a wedge to tear them apart. Though he's very doubtful that anything could ever tear him and his bestie apart.
Traits
Signature Attack (Disrupt Person) - Dorian makes this attack with an edge.
Surprising Power (Possession) - Dorian ignores rank and origins when selecting this power.
Signature Attack (Possession) - Dorian makes this attack with an edge.
Tags
Heroic
Hounded
Mentor (Ser Nemo)
Obligation (School)
Signature Weapon (Sword?)
Sorcerous
X-Gene
Young
Powers
Possession:
Phase Self: Dorian can become as intangible as a ghost.
Prerequisites: None
Action: Standard
Duration: Concentration
Effect: Dorian and his clothing become intangible and can move through anything as if it wasn't there. Nothing can physically affect him, nor can he affect anything that is not phasing with him.
Phase Walk: Dorian can walk on air.
Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
Duration: Concentration
Focus: 5
Effect: When phasing, Dorian can move in any direction as can anyone or anything phasing along with him.
Quick Phase: Dorian can become as intangible as a ghost in an instant.
Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
Action: Reaction
Trigger: The character is attacked.
cost: 5 focus
Duration: Concentration
Effect: The character and their clothing instantly become intangible.
Partial Phase: Dorian can me a portion of himself tangible or intangible.
Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
Action: Standard
Duration: Concentration
Cost: 5 Focus
Effect: Dorian can make any portion of his body and clothing tangible or intangible.
Disrupt Person: Dorian can hurt someone with his phasing powers.
Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 3
Action: Standard
Duration: instant
Cost: 10 Focus
Effect: Dorian and his clothing become intangible and can move through anything as if it wasn't there. Nothing can physically affect him, nor can he affect anything that is not phasing with him.
Disrupt Electronics: Dorian can scramble electronics by moving through them.
Prerequisites: Phase Self, Rank 2
Action: Standard
Duration: instant
Cost: 5 Focus
Effect: Dorian can scramble electronics when he moves through them while phasing, causing them to shut down or crash. In the case of Tech Reliant powers, they are unusable for one round while they reboot.
Magic (Demonic Set):
Possession: Dorian takes over someone else's body.
Homebrewed Power , Changed Agility defense to a contested check.
Prerequisites: Cursed, Rank 5.
Action: Standard
Duration: Concentration
Cost: 20 Focus
Effect: On the first possession attempt, Dorain makes an Ego check with trouble against an Ego check of the target with trouble. On a success, Dorian takes over the the target's body completely. On a failure, further attempts of possession do not give the target trouble. Dorian's Ego Defense is the target number for any checks to end the possession. If Dorian attempts to harm someone with the possessed body, the target gets to make an Ego check to end the possession. If the target has the Heroic tag, they gain an edge. If Dorian attempts to harm the possessed body, the target gets an edge on the check. If they have the Heroic tag, they get a double edge.
Telekenetic:
Telekinetic Manipulation: Dorian can handle physical things with his mind.
Prerequisites: None
Action: Standard
Duration: Concentration
range: Varies
Effect: Dorian can manipulate objects in line of sight with his mind. His maximum range is 5 spaces x rank. If someone would prevent Dorian from taking control of an object, Dorian makes a Logic check against their Agility defense.
Telekinetic Attack: Dorian can punch or choke somebody with his mind.
Prerequisites: Telekinetic Manipulation, Rank 2
Action: Standard
Duration: Concentration
Range: Varies
Cost: 5 focus
Effect: Dorian makes a Logic attack against the Melee defense of a target within 5 spaces times rank. If is is a success, it inflicts regular damage. On a Fantastic Success, the damage si doubled instead, and the target is stunned for one round.
As soon as the words had left his mouth, he regretted them. In his pain and anger he had wanted to see Zeke hurt, to see all of them hurt. But when he saw the look on Zeke's face, it broke him. It was no surprise to Demi that Nancy had attacked him, that was just the type of person he'd grown to expect her to be. If her words couldn't touch him, then her fists would. It wasn't too dissimilar to the bullies back at school, even going as far as to use the same words that they would. Zeke was new to all this, to the base calling and having someone use a part of you you can't help against you like it's meant to hurt. For a moment, Demi hardly fought back, not even going as far to protect himself as he was lost in his own thoughts of familiarity, of a pattern. He'd run his mouth at a bully, and they'd beat him up.
He felt the weight of Nancy being lifted off of him, turning to see Alexios was kneeling beside him with some Nectar, nectar that Demi declined to drink. Much like when Arthur had given him a cube of Ambrosia to heal himself and he simply pocketed it instead. He deserved these wounds he thought, more so as he watched the pain tear inside of Zeke. Demi was going to let it go, to simply walk away. But then Nancy hurt Zeke. Everything went out the window there, all he could see was red as he reached for those darker emotions inside of him trying to get a grip on them. Shadows rippled around his feet but bade no commands from him. He glared at Nancy, then saw Zeke once more on the ground and something broke. Shadows swirled around Nancy, entangling her as they began to slam her back and forth like a rag doll before lifting her up off the ground. ”Beat on me all you want! But don't you dare harm a single hair on Zeke's head or it'll be THE LAST THING YOU DO!”
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