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@HushedWhispers

I'll keep it to four characters. Heh, I'm hoping that doesn't open the flood gates for 20+. I'm going to keep it at four max, though, until I have reason not to.

@Chicogal

Hi yes! Welcome! ;D
@Winter Kitten
I'll bite. :)


I am interested.


Wow, awesome! Thanks for the interest, you guys.

We have six currently. If we get two more, would you all be cool with me throwing up the OOC either later tonight or tomorrow?

I'm not gonna cap it at 8, but 8's a nice number to start with. :)

Also, any specific questions or concerns?
@SheriffLlama You'll have a lot of creative freedom over the students, but I think with how AoS shaped out (and how Inhumans is going to be) it'd be safe to avoid making an Inhuman character. I think Daisy was an outlier, to begin with, plus all the technicalities with actually becoming an Inhuman? There's a lot that goes into them.

However, I won't deny an Inhuman if the history is well thought out and well made. I just don't want a huge plethora of them.

In short: an Inhuman student will be allowed, as long as a lot of care and tact are taken when creating them. ^^ Hope that was clear enough. Aha.

BUT TO ACTUALLY ANSWER YOUR QUESTION OMG: The students are going to range from mutants to regular humans to scientifically enhanced individuals to possibly inhumans. Most of the powered students are going to likely be mutants, if anything.







An Open Letter


Ever wonder what it's like to be a hero?

There's more to it, you know? More to it than looking cool, than fighting crime - being a badass isn't what it's all made up to be. Things get sticky real fast. Plans fall through. People get hurt. Innocents get thrown into the fire. Most of all? People die. It's a solid fact, these days. Someone's gonna die and who's to blame? Well, the heroes, of course.

And some people just aren't cut out for it. Being a mentally unstable soldier in a rag-tag group in all out war is far from glamorous. Unfortunately, that's what heroing is - it's war. Constant war. The only difference being the costumes, the flashy powers, the bigger than life guns. And that's not even half of it. These days, a world ending scenario doesn't cut it. They come a dime a dozen. That doesn't mean it isn't hell. It just means there's always something bigger around the corner and who's got to fight it? The heroes. If they die? Not many people care, especially when they can turn around and there's another one.

That sucks.

But it's the truth of it.

So, if they don't care, well, we have to. It's left to us to bury our brothers and sisters - what's left of them. Then, we have to get up and fight again. Some of us have qualms with that; others are happy for the work they're given. Recognition, however, went out the window a long time ago. Any publicity we get is scandal, gossip, our private lives thrown by the wayside for the seagulls to eat up. What we have are each other and this universe full of beautiful things and beautiful people - even if they don't give a damn. And if anyone asks, well, like Peter Quill just loves to fucking say every goddamn day another Thanos comes into the picture: "I'm one of the idiots who lives in it!"








What You Need to Know!


S.H.I.E.L.D Academy sets itself in a weird Marvel AU, right between Avenger's Academy and the MCU. Liberties will be taken, of course, to incorporate various characters and bend canon around. Overall, this is an interpretation of a Marvel Universe that centers itself around a large academy built by a number of great minds, but mostly Tony Stark. The focus of the RP will be on a group of students, characters that are intended to be a part of the team.

Essentially, the plot will remain simple: get through the school year in one piece.

However, it will most definitely be complicated by a number of various plot points and character arcs that revolve around these students. They'll most likely come in the form of an event and the first one will kick off once everyone's settled and comfortable with their intros and characters. Everything from then on, well, that's up to us to figure out.

The goal here is to engage in each other and the plot, let everyone provide their input, their ideas, their suggestions, and slowly make this RP less my endeavor and more ours. My job here is to allow an area where creativity can come to life. I'll have my input and I'll regulate everything that I am able, but, for the most part, this is definitely going to be a collaborative project.

That doesn't mean that I won't have a lot of surprises in store for you lot. It just means, I'd love it if you had surprises in store for everyone else, too. You give me your ideas and I'll try my best to allow you a platform to play them out. Of course, there's always going to be guidelines and rules that must be followed and I'll do my best to highlight all the important bits.

With that said, welcome! If you're interested in joining, I'd love to have you.

If anyone has any questions or concerns before the OOC gets put up, throw them at me. I'm more than happy to answer them all. Of course, this is only an interest check, so I don't intend to divulge everything - most of your questions will likely be answered in the OOC. But, don't let that stop you from asking questions, especially if they're on anything that's unclear or vague. If you're confused, just ask me to elaborate!
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Aw come on, hes the only guy on board that isnt ripped as hell.


I'm sorry, bro, he picked a fight with a ripped spy. Having an incredibly sharp wit is in the spy handbook, just ask Natasha.
I forgot to sub to this! Aaaaah.

I'll be coming up with a character and hopefully have an idea by the time the OOC is up.
Ahaha she said boob.

"Like your face is that memorable."


This is towards Garret, correct?

Causes if so, eh-heh, best of luck, Will.







Between everything from being incredibly crowded and the shock of seeing an old friend, the only thing Garret caught onto: that kid could talk for the entirety of this group and then some. Garret narrowed his eyes, letting Nick slide off of him as his eyes roamed Will's face. Everyone around continued speaking, volume a steady beat in his ears. Politeness took over his mind, at this point, even if the look on his face spoke louder than his actual thoughts. Without having accessed the data files on any of his peers (nor wanting to; what was the challenge in reading dossiers? Getting the taste of wine out of your mouth?) Garret relied entirely on his own perception to figure out the people around him. That, of course, wouldn't take a few moments - those things took lengthy amounts of time. However, if Garret learned anything, patience held priority over everything else.

Once everyone pitched down and the Quinjet slowed it's course, Garret tilted his head to observe the kid in front of him. "Stark's got a lot of photos, kiddo," Garret said. His brow arched and he folded his arms over his chest, "You've gotta be more specific." Of course, Garret didn't actually know what Stark held on any of his files; he hadn't taken to Stark like he had any of the other residents of Stark Tower. Didn't mean he didn't like the man, it just meant he didn't find a passion in the things Stark did. And Clint had Lucky, so, that decision had been obvious.

Poised to continue speaking, Garret found himself clamping his mouth shut again at the sight of one of the other passengers staring intently at him. At least she tried to be subtle - Garret didn't appreciate prying, especially when it came in the form of loud yelling. Even though Will's normal voice didn't actually reach a higher decibel than the others, Garret couldn't help but hear a constant crescendo when he opened his mouth. Didn't need to say anything, just needed to part his lips and suddenly white noise. Garret shook his head and returned his focus to the girl, Angel? He didn't feel like asking out of simple embarrassment.

"Do I have something on my... face?" once he noticed her eyes dart to the door as soon as he brought her ogling to attention and he slowly followed. His nostrils flared almost immediately.

Alright, so Clint Eastwood and the original True Grit did absolutely nothing to prepare him for the moment an actual, real life cowboy decided he wanted to kill everyone with his freckled, sun kissed face and a hardy, 'Howdy'-doo. Of course, Nick chose that moment to goad him on and Garret took an elbow to Nick's ribs, hard and relentless. He hissed while Nick beckoned the guy over, "I'm not blind, asswipe-" Garret interrupted himself to say, "Howdee-uh... hi!"

After ten or so breaths and numerous times resisting tucking his knees into himself and laughing all giddy like, Garret turned toward their new arrival. Once Rain introduced herself - sometimes he really wished he could just be an asshole for once, however, he knew Rain didn't deserve that - Garret stuck out his hand, slow, in order to rain himself in, and flicked it up to reveal the red tinged face of their resident cowboy. "I love that accent," Garret offered, soft and almost to himself, "is it Texan? It's gotta be a little to the west of Georgia; that accent's got a Doc Holliday quality to it, ey, Huckleberry?"












"You have everything you need?" like any mother still trying to grasp her son leaving the nest, Jane Foster fussed every ever bit of Magnus' she could get her flustered hands on. This happened to be the collar his outfit, tugging the leather toward her in vain. "Are you sure it's a good idea to wear full leather and plate armor on your first day of school - Jesus," Jane said it, finally acknowledged it, "This is your first day of any kind of formal education. You just bypassed twelve entire grades. This should be kindergarten. Oh my God, I'm freaking out. I'm hyperventilating. I don't hyperventilate. I don't panic. I get control of my feelings and... and... and..."

"Whoa, Odinsdottir-in-law is going timber. Catch her, kid! I got the brown bag of shame," Darcy timed her arrival perfectly, said paper bag in her hand. Magnus eyed it wary while he assisted his mother in standing. She shrugged, "I figured she'd go into frantic mom-mode. I've seen this happen before. Granted, I was a baby and it was my own mom, but same difference."

"I don't think that means anything."

"It's a saying, Mags. Look it up," Darcy came with her retort immediately while shoving the paper bag into Jane's chest. Any time she told him to look something up, Darcy usually meant it. Magnus took the words to heart and shifted his mother's weight onto one arm as he fished his phone out. Darcy's eyes followed the gesture and it took a moment before she realized what was happening. "Oh, my God. Don't actually-" her own huff interrupted herself and she took Jane from Magnus arms while she breathed deep, "You're going to be late. I've got Little House on the Prairie."

Magnus narrowed his eyes a second time and he opened his mouth to speak only to be shoved forward. She didn't actually have the strength to move him, but he humored her when she wished to by aggressively physical in her motions. After taking nearly ten minutes to frown down at the both of them, he took Darcy's second 'Shoo' seriously and turned to leave with his shield clasped to his back and his sword sheathed. The rolling bag his mother had stuffed full of an assortment of things, mostly clothes and sentimental objects, clattered down the steps of the RV as he made his way a safe distance from the vacation vehicle turned mobile science lab (that people likely mistook for a meth lab)

To say his mother picked out the rolling bag would have been a misstep. Darcy had picked it out; Jane paid for it. Darcy loved Hello Kitty and he could tell she wanted him to love it too. Either that or she thought a big, tall demigod dragging a sizable Hello Kitty suitcase was hilarious. He assumed the latter held the truth, however, Magnus didn't doubt she also liked it enough to pick it out herself. Lucky for Magnus, he had his father's lack of embarrassment to account for. He didn't mind. He thought it was cute and it served its purpose while benefiting him aesthetically.

So, when the jet finally touched down after Magnus found a stray log to sit upon and fiddle with the suitcase on his lap, he wasn't expecting the door to open to a nearly crowded room of kids. Or. Not kids. They looked too old to be kids but too young to be adults. That baffled him often and Magnus had to shake himself before standing and wheeling his suitcase onto the Quinjet. He stood in the middle of everyone, decked out in his armor with this helmet on tight. He shifted on his feet and secured the belt that held his holstered sword.

Raising a gloved hand, Magnus greeted everyone in his unbelievably deep voice, "Hello." And that's... that's all she wrote.
Wow, hi, hello, I'm here.
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