[System]
Apparent Age: 25
Race: Fallen
Appearance:

Wings:

Viture: Kindness - previous
Sin: Wrath

Possessions: Clothing, some money, 2 Glock 22's, several clips, pendant, keys, rebuilt 1966 Mustang Convetible, numerous historical books, wallet, two daggers

Residence: Elishava resides in a low rent apartment in a ten story walk up. It is a single room place with an old mattress as a bed, chair used as a tv stand for an old black and white, a small stove for cooking and claw foot tub in the corner.

Skills: Driving, pistol, knife fighting, hand to hand hard martial arts, take downs, seduction, throwing

Fallen Powers: Flight, Shape Shift (Snake), Sin Touch (Wrath), Inhuman Speed, Inhuman Perception, Possession

Demeanour: Once the Seraphim of Kindness and Compassion her attitude has fallen far and very quickly. She now would rather fight than help others. Her heart is cruel and self serving at this point and she has no remorse for how she acts, figuring it is better to use people than to be used.

History: Elisheva was once known by another name, one of the first Seraphim and the most recently Fallen. During her time as a Seraphim she was sent to earth to help the most troubled of souls. Ones whose spark of love and compassion were buried beneath turmoil. Being such a kind and compassionate Seraphim she grew closer to her charges than most, feeling a strong bond and empathy with them. Several times she grew to care more for her charges than other Seraphim did.

 This caused her great pain but she used each prick of pain to keep driving her forward. That was until her last charge. The two grew very close, too close, and the Seraphim fell deeply in love with him and it seemed that he had as well. That was until he learned the truth of her and everything fell apart. He withdrew and pushed her away even though her kind and compassionate way was willing to work through everything and even give up her place as a Seraphim to be with him as a human.

 It was not enough and she felt played and toyed with the more she looked back at everything. His sin was Pride and it corrupted her with a broken heart and Wrath. Now she is known as Elisheva, meaning God is my Wrath, and is set on drowning her pain by inflicting rejection and anger on others. God help the man who tainted this once brilliant light of Heaven, for if their paths cross he will no escape what he created of her.

[User]
Smoke hung heavy within The Inferno and the stench of sweat and grim only seemed enhanced by it. Bringing out the subtle hint of death and decay that swirled with it from between the floor cracks. Remains of past brawls wedged between each like a sickening grout between tiles.

 At the back most corner of the broken down establishment a stage sat that was surrounded floor to ceiling with chain link fence; an obvious barrier to keep the rowdy masses at bay when needed. Upon the stage sat the usual equipment a band would need to perform and said band quickly moved out from behind the door hinged into the wall; the only access point to the stage save a sturdy pair of steel cutters.

 As the house band, The Taint, took the stage Elisheva picked up a smoldering half ashed cigarette from its resting place against the edge tin ashtray. The butt kissed with crimson lipstick from Sera. Elisheva inhaled deeply, the soft crackle of embers resonating to her ears as the cherry flared up.

 Dark eyes watched the Fallen one with obvious interest from his seat at the end of the bar. He could have been thought of as rougishly handsome had he cleaned himself up. A strong jawline and chiseled features paired nicely with the muscular physique. Mores the pity it was hidden beneath too worn jeans and a scraggly flannel shirt that had see much better days.

 He stood up, towering slightly over the average patron and pathetically attempted to saunter over to Elisheva with a dastardly grin on his lips. Grasping the mug of warm beer in his mits, he took a long pull as he came up to her; belching slightly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

 "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said with a smile tugging at the corner of his features. Elisheva paid him no mind as Sera took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest. "I said.." he began as he was cut off when Elishevas hand quickly cupped his mouth with her hand to silence him.

 "I heard you the first time," she retorted as she held the smoldering butt between her lips. Sera smirked coldly as the man ripped Elishevas hand from his lips and glared angrily towards her. Elisheva could only laugh in icy fashion as her wrist was held tightly in the man's rough grasp.

 "Listen you bitch, I was just being friendly," he snarled as his grip tightened.

 "Oh this is not going to end well," Sera muttered beneath her breath as she reached to the underside of the counter behind her. Her fingers curling against the long leather braided whip that she kept there for when moments such as this reached their inevitable height.

[Assistant] *Uzza walks silently his leather outfit along with his cloak was adorned today. Clear sign that he had owed a favor causing for his eyes to go from their usual blue grey coloration to an icy steel. He opens the door to the inferno with a barely audible slam his usual mood turned to an icy anger as he walks into the inferno. the only noticeable sign that the favor had involved killing was a small splatter of blood on his face and a small barely noticeable tear in his glove. He pauses somewhat seeing the commotion a small barely noticeable smirk appears on his face a sign that wrath was still in him as of this moment and that his usual quite self was gone. With a flourish he sits next to the woman being grabbed by the man leaning against the bar arms casually braced behind him. He faces forward but his cloak has parted enough for a gleam to come off of the scythe on his hip. It seems he is playing with them seeing what will happen with the current situation*

[User]
The door of The Inferno squeaked as it was pushed open, garnering the attention of Sera. Slowly pulling the whip from its resting place behind her she hooked it to her belt, covertly keeping a drifting eye on Elisheva in the meantime.

 There was tension between the newly Fallen one and the simpleton. It hung heavy in the air as swirling tendrils of smoke wafted towards the ceiling from the smoldering cherry of the cigarette held between Elishevas ruby lips. The cancer stick flicked slightly as she rolled her lips in. Reaching up and pulling it from between her lips, her tongue gliding over the dry patch left by the butt as she looked towards the new comer and locked eyes with him.

 The man's grasp on Elishevas wrist kept tightening as she ignored him, his muscles straining some causing a noticeable tremor to reverberate down Elishevas arm. Sera arched a curved dark brow as she stepped over to the one whom had just seated himself next to Elisheva and took note of the glint of weapon. Her eyes flashing grey for a moment as she looked at him, reading is aura and smirking slightly.

 "Seems to be gearing up to be an interesting evening. What can I get for you?" Sera asked the newest arrival.

 "Listen woman, I'm talking to you," the drunk spat. Elisheva did not faulter on her gaze to the new comer as the cigarette was pushed into her assailants hand, searing the flesh on contact. He released and Elishevas now free hand speedily moved to the back of the man's head and drove it face first into the edge of the bar top. The man sunk to the ground holding his now fractured nose beneath his burned hand, the blood streaming down his face as his eyes watered.

 "Hello," Elisheva said nonchalantly as she placed the cigarette back between her lips.

[Assistant]
"let's go get drunk." Akseli piped up, not moving his arm from its place across his eyes. "You're upset, right? People get drunk when they're upset."

A sigh from the other man allowed a smirk to alight itself onto his face as he waited for the higher being's inevitable response.

"Angels cannot get-"

"Drunk. Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I can't." He snorted, hoisting himself into a sitting position. "And maybe just the act can change your mood; who the hell knows."

"You should learn to abstain from-"

"Sinful acts. I know that one too." Akseli stood up and stretched, grabbing his brass knuckles and pocketing them before making his way out the Shul doors. "You really need new material."

The scuffle against gravel alerted the young man to his guardian's following. "It's dangerous to be out on the night of a freshly Fallen." Aharon warned from behind the careless boy. "Imagine my power, with no inhibitions. And they're here, in Santa Muerte. Fallen flock here like bird to seed."

"And yet you're the one that turns into a bird." Was the biting reply. "I can take care of myself."

"Around humans, perhaps." Came the mutter from behind him.

"What?"

"I'm just adamant you stay careful and pick no fights tonight."

"We all know that ain't happening. Seriously, why do you even still try with me?" They made it to the doors of the Inferno and Akseli stepped in, stopping with a smirk at the scene of a man's face being introduced to the bar before him. "Call it quits and go help someone who wants it."

Silence was his reply, and he turned with a raised brow to his guardian.

"Can't handle all the sin?" He teased, going over and sitting at the only two empty seats at the bar, pulling the Seraphim down next to him and grinning at the bloodied face two stools down.

"Why must you sit next to one gallivanting around with weapons on display?" Aharon asked, ignoring the other's jab. With a cursory look around the bar, he flashed his eyes and Read those nearest to him, muscles tightening and his whole body shifting closer in protection to his charge.

A smirk and raised eyebrow was the only reply as Akseli waited for the bartender to acknowledge him. She must be a little busy with the current predicament, and he wasn't going to be an ass and demand attention from her.

[User] *Uzza watches the man go down and smiles well... his lips move somewhat into what could be thought of as a smile and he holds up a finger to both and stands walks over to the guy and grabs him dragging him to the door by the shirt he then tosses him outside. The least violent scenario he was capable of. If the guy decides to go back inside well.. that is when he will get more violent. With a nod he walks back over to where he was and sits back down his voice sounds like what a storm would if it talked* "I will take your strongest drink..." *his hood now down as if to signify that he was not going to harm them he then looks over at Elisheva "Hello to you as well". His face more visible along with the small blood spot on his face his black hair only slightly messy. His eyes more blue grey then the icy steel they were but they still hold a hint of wrath just enough that if he is pushed wrong the scythes on his hips might end up lodged into something living*

[Assistant]
What could only be described as a witches cackle broke from behind the tightly closed lips of Elisheva as the broken man was sufficiently tossed out the front door. She rose her shot glass to the man who took the trash out for her in approval once Sera had refilled it for her.

 Snuffing out the final ash of the cigarette she flicked it in no direction in particular. A coy grin passed her lips as she brought the shot glass to her mouth; tossing it back quickly she let the shot burn its way down her throat.

 "His is on me Sera," Elisheva said as she tossed a wad of grimy worn bills on the bar top.

 "Nah, it's on me tonight," Sera quipped as she pushed the money back over to Elisheva. Grabbing another glass she placed it in front of the man and winked as she filled it up; the liquid slightly fogging the material as it lay in its cylindrical prison.

 "To the newly Fallen, may your Wrath burn eternal and make Gabriel shit himself to know Kindness fell," Sera exclaimed with Pride.

 "To me!" Elisheva chuckled with a wink. "So, have a name?" she asked the man next to her.

 Turning Sera looked at the two newest arrivals and sauntered over to them with a sultry smile playing on her lips.

 "What'll you have?" she asked as she leaned against the bar.


[System]
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Skills:
-Fun fact: If you wrestle you run a lot.
Cutting for one's weight class made Jason a very avid runner. He can run for long periods of time, up to 5 about miles a day.
-I can pin things. After that... Uh, not sure.
Jason's experience in wrestling makes a formidable fighter, however he only knows how to get someone on the ground. After that, his punching is just about as effective as anyone else's.
-Yes I know, I'm 18 and still like Pokemon. Sue me, who cares? It's the end of the world anyway/
Jason knows an extensive amount Pokemon trivia, all that's virtually useless in this particular apocalypse situation.
Inventory:
She played softball. She was alright at it...
-Girlfriend's Composite Softball Bat
-A backpack that contains
 -What? They tasted good and they were good for cutting.
 A variety of granola and nutri-grain bars, a food he would eat all the time for wrestling
 -It smells terrible, but it tastes awesome!
 Beef jerky, his favorite food
 -I was the nerd out of the two of us. I made her one too, and she bought us these for our anniversary. Heh, she was great...
 A charm necklace from his ex girlfriend. It's worn down, but on close inspection it's original form can still be made out.
Personality:
Jason was what his dad called a goofball. He liked to do joke around and have a good time. He liked to live life in the moment and enjoy himself whenever he could. However, this did not mean he couldn't be serious at times. Whenever put to a task, Jason dedicates himself almost entirely to that task. He would especially do so whenever he wrestled. When it came to helping people, Jason wouldn't go out of his way to help people, but would do so if someone asked or if he crossed paths with someone.

However, being separated from his girlfriend and assuming she was dead, Jason is a recluse in this world. He travels alone, and avoids most contact with others. He has no idea where his family is or where they went to, as he has already traveled to his old house decimated by the bombing. Trying to find purpose again, he wanders aimlessly, trying to find a place to settle down and survive.

Background Story: Jason was born into wrestling with his father being a wrestling coach. He started when he was five, and wrestled all the way to his high school senior year. He won the state title in his 182 weight class that year. He planned to attend to a college under a wrestling scholarship before everything went down.

Jason was with his girlfriend, planning to go hiking before the war started.

"You're taking a century and a half, Alex!" Jason moaned as he laid on her bed, backpack beside him. "You take forever to get ready. It's just hiking."

"Well if you didn't come half an hour earlier than you said you would, you wouldn't have to wait!" Alex said, half yelling at him. "This is your fault."

"I just wanted to see you earlier cause I lovvve you." Jason said, getting up from the bed and hugging her from behind her. "I couldn't wait another minute to see you."

"You're an asshole you know that, right?" Alex said, kissing him on the chin. "I'm almost done with my make up, just give me a few. Watch youtube or something."

"Nah." Jason looked around her room, and his eyes fell to her softball bat. "Hey, let's take this! In case we get robbed, I could give 'em a good swing." Jason swung the bat, hitting her bed.

"You're such a dork," Alex said, getting up and grabbing her backpack. "You got snacks, right?"

"Yup," Jason said, pulling some bars from his backpack. "I got bars for days."

"Why? In case we get lost in the mountains?"

"My direction skills are impeccable."

"Didn't we end up getting lost for an hour in the trails last time because of your 'skills'?"

"IMPECCABLE!"

Alex smiled and kissed Jason. "You're so cute, you know that?"

Jason kissed back. "Thanks."

Alex paused and coughed. "Excuse me?"

"You're cute too!" Jason said, picking her up and heading towards to door. "Let's get out of here."
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"Just don't let go, I know there is a shelter somewhere nearby, ok?" Jason pushed and shoved people out of his way to try and reach the fallout shelter that was in the bank.

"Babe, I'm scared." Alex voice trembled. "Are you sure there is something over here?"

Jason kept shoving and pushing through the sea of people. "I'm sure of it. The bank had a fallout shelter emblem on it years ago, they just removed it. It was built during World War 2."

They had finally arrived at the corner where the building was, and surprisingly, no one was trying to get inside of it. He sighed with relief as he went to open the door. Unfortunately, it was locked.

"Babe..." Alex said, worry prevalent in her voice.

"It's going to be ok, I have a plan." Jason said, pulling out the baseball bat from his backpack. "Stand back, the shards might get ya."

Alex stepped back, towards the rushing crowd of people. Jason smashed through the glass of the bank, which sounds the alarm of the building.

"How was my form on that babe?" Jason said, smiling. He turned around, but Alex was no where to be found. He started to panic and looked for her face in the crowd. Nowhere. He screamed for her name, but there was no call back. He went to brave the crowd, but then he heard the whistling in the sky. He knew what that meant. But he needed Alex in this apocalypse. But he also needed to live. He paused for what felt like a century, contemplating what to do.

He went inside.

[User]
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Jason Michael Lee

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Another bust... He kicked the grocery store isle's shelf. His bars and jerky supply was running low, and his concern for food was rising. He knew of another grocery store that was tucked away in his town, maybe they would have some more canned supplies. He was lucky that he had planned to go on a hiking trip before this all went down and that his favorite foods were beef jerky and granola bars.

She wasn't as lucky... Tears started to well up in Jason's eyes, but he was quick to wipe them away. Come on, move on Jason. Past's the past. Worry about now. Jason headed back out of the grocery store and stretched his arms out behind his back with his bat. He couldn't let his emotions weigh him down as he was journeying in the apocalypse. It wasn't the kind he would have imagined, though. No zombies, no rampant violent gangs, no one pointing him at gun point for food. It was just normal people, trying to scrape by with what they could manage. He had shared his fair amount of granola bars and received fair compensation, but there was never really any imminent threat trying to kill him.

In all honesty, though, Jason would have preferred a world filled with violence, to give him an excuse not to live anymore. He sighed, tapping his bat against the pavement he was walking on, creating a loud ting for everyone around to hear.

[Assistant]
Jasmine Debnam-Carey

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Jasmine felt her stomach growl. She knew her children would want to eat soon too. Her son was not a picky eater. She was glad about that. He'd eat anything she'd serve them and in the apocalypse she couldn't thank him enough for that. But her daughter would need baby food. Although she still had some baby food in that old backpack she found on the streets a few days back, she knew she would have to get more soon. Especially since in this world people wouldn't hesitate to grab baby foodfor themselves. Humans were selfish, that was their nature.

Jas opened her backpack that lied on the dirty ground close to her. She had thought ahead when she first got food. She grabbed the things that would last long first and had stuffed them into the huge backpack. Then she had grabbed those things that wouldn't last long and had made meals with them first. She wouldn't let anything go to waste.

She wished she knew how to hunt. She wished she knew how to build traps. But she didn't. She dearly hoped someone would team up with them. Someone trustworthy. Jasmine wouldn't make it on her own. And it's only been several days so far.

"Mommy I'm hungry." As expected her son was feeling hungry too. And her daughter would need something too.

Jasmine nodded. "We still have some bread."

The boy was fully covered by mud. He enjoyed playing in the dirt and his clothes have long lost their actual colors. "Do we have noodles? Can we make noodles?"

"No." The mother shook her head. She did have noodles. But she didn't think she wanted to try to boil river water with some self made fire yet. "Please eat the bread. It's not much anymore but it needs to be eaten before it goes to waste."

The child didn't argue any longer. His mother gave him some bread and a bottle with water. She handed her son a can of peanut butter.

The boy was happy to have peanut butter to dip his bread into. This little boy was sure loving his peanut butter.

Jasmine looked over to the city, she could see the damaged road through the trees but that's about it. She would go to the grocery store again.

"Jace", the young woman spoke up. "Hold your sister please." She placed the baby between the boys legs and got up. Jace knew how to hold his sister. They'd been playing together since her birth. The boy wrapped one arm around the baby while he dipped by is finger into the peanut butter and pit his finger to her mouth. "Mama I share", he proudly announced.

"Great baby." Jasmine took the backpack and hid it by one of the trees. She had digged a hole to hide it in and pushed a huge rock over it. Moving the rock was a hard task every time again. It took her several long minutes to place it correctly so the hole wouldn't be seen. But it was worth it.

Jasmine wiped her face after the rock was in place. "We have to get some food for Mila. With some luck there's some milk for you."

"Why can't we take the milk?"

"It wouldn't last long in that pack pack honey. And I'm not wasting space on milk. You can drink it in the store if we find some useful milk." She sat down next to her son. "We will go once you finished the bread."

[User]
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Jason Michael Lee

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And if I take a left here, that should get me to the town square and then we go onto Maple street... Jason took his turn and stopped, seeing a little boy playing in some puddles on the street. Jason initial reaction was to put up his bat at the sign of something else. He quickly lowered the bat out of confusion, as he hadn't seen any children post bombing, let alone one that was happily playing in puddles. Jason guessed the boy had been playing for a long time, due to the fact he was covered in mud. Jason kept quiet and watched the boy, until he stopped his playing and walked out of the puddles. A woman appeared, holding a small child in hand. The boy said something, and the woman pulled out some bread and a jar of peanut butter.

A whole family? Jason was bewildered that a family unit had survived the bombing. That's really lucky. I wonder how they survived together. Jason hadn't realized he had crept further out from the cover he was hiding behind, leaving himself exposed for the family to see.

[Assistant]
Hunter Monroe

When thrown into a stressful situation, you really learn what people will do to survive. What people will do to one another for something as simple as a bottle of water, for a granola bar, for some bread. And well holding that shotgun in his hands Hunter was in a moment where he was about to find out what he would do just to survive. He saw the woman give the young child the bread, there was another child who also looked healthy. It was hard to say how much food they had, but Hunter didn't have any at all. He was a decent shot, he could take them all out in seconds, so fast that no one would even know what had hit them. He was still strong enough to handle the gun in his hands, another day or two with out eating and maybe he wouldn't be. Another day or two he may be dead of dehydration.

He raised the shotgun, taking aim at the mother first. But the moment he braced the gun against his shoulder he about threw up. His body froze as the firearm hit the ground. What kind of person was he becoming where he was willing to shoot a family just for a meal, with children so young. And he was about to kill them all. Was it even what he was becoming now? What if he was already this new kind of person? He picked up the gun and threw it over his shoulder. "Excuse me miss? Everything okay?" He tried to speak in a non threatening tone. Which was hard to say how well it was working, he was still panicked about his actions, and he had two guns on his back at the moment. Considering she seemed unarmed it was hard to say how she would react to him walking up to her.

[User]
Jasmine Debnam-Carey

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Jasmine heard a voice approach her. She grabbed her son by his clothes and basically threw him behind herself. She held onto her daughter.
The guy was armed and looked weak. She was sure he'd rob them. If not worse.
Jasmine slowly raised her head and put on a confident voice.

"You want to put down all your weapons."

Jasmine had a gift. She could make people do simple things by just putting on a certain voice. She had been called a lot of things because of it. Mostly Satan, Demon or Devil.

Jasmine watched the guy closely. He seemed to want to harmonize but she wouldn't simply trust anyone.

Once again the woman wished that she wasn't alone. She wished someone was there to give her strength. And she wished she had more skills than making people do simple things.

[Assistant]
Another figure crept into Jason's sight, this one male and a lot more threatening. It was mostly due to the two firearms on his back, and from the looks of it they weren't anything puny. All he could make out from their shape is that they were definitely not handguns, the man was definitely packing heat. Someone Jason would want to avoid, preferably. The guy walked to the woman, said something, and the woman stepped forward, exchanging her own words.

They're distracted... Jason thought, beginning to creep alongside the building he was hiding behind. I can make my way past them, without being noticed. Just gotta quiet, and hope they don't see me.


[System]
Age: 18
Appearance:

Years in the Academy: 6

Ancestors: Steve Rogers(Captain America) [Grandfather], James Howlett(Wolverine) [Grandfather]

Powers/Abilities: Although he was born with his gifts, James hasn't fully mastered any of these powers. He still has a lot to learn.

Peak human strength, agility, and reflexes
-Since his mother's dad was Captain America, James also possessed some of the Super Soldier Serum in his blood, giving him the power to be at perfect human performance.

Master tactician
-While both his parents and grandparents are military veterans, James is a natural at leadership and command. He finds the strengths and weaknesses of every situation and team mates, and uses it to the best of his ability.

Accelerated Healing factor
-Wolverine's healing factor skipped a generation and went into James. James regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. In addition to accelerated healing of physical traumas, his healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins. The speed at which he recovers is dependent on the wounds he gets. Minor cuts, or stabs heal almost instantly, but bullet wounds, and deep cuts could take minutes up to hours to days to fully heal.

It is also important to note that James has never been injured to extreme points, or tried to test his limits. He doesn't plan on seeing how far his healing can go.

Heightened instincts, and senses
-Wolverine also passed down his sense of instincts, being able to sense something wrong, picking up on scents, and if angered, he will be nearly unstoppable. His rage at this point though can leave him vulnerable in many cases.

Bio: I've had a lot to live up to. My parents were in the Peace Corps after Avengers and other super heroes joined forces to finally defeat the major crime organizations and villains. My mom was the daughter of Captain America and Sharon Carter, and my dad was the son of Wolverine and and a rancher he met in the desert in California.

My parents had their own abilities, so it was no surprise when mine started to show at a young age. I grew up in a world where mutants and humans were one, they lived peacefully, and we did for years. But like I said, I had a lot to live up to.

At the age of 4, there was a giant movement that shocked the world. HYDRA had reformed, it surprised everyone since Johann Schmidt had finally been thought to be dead. My grandfather who was now older than he was, felt responsible and started to fight against them alone. To everyone's shock, it turned out my mother was behind the new movement... Grandpa Rogers eventually stopped her, and ended the movement.

She was sent to a maximum security prison, and I was left to be raised by my father, and my grandparents, as well as friends of the family, but no one looked at me or my dad the same. When I was 12, I did what anyone did at the time: enlist in the Avengers Academy, which is like a high school, but add super hero classes into it, and dangerous games of dodgeball.

For six years people either treated me as if I was some sort of god, or they were afraid that I'd be like my mom and start attacking everyone... I tried to just do my best, and focus on doing what I can for the world. I am one of the top in my class, and so I was invited to join the Advanced Training Program, to essentially become an Avenger if the world ever needed them again. I don't want to let anyone down.

Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know!

Annabelle Boltagon
-Anna and James are friends, but have only had a few exchanges in their lives. James doesn't really like Anna's "I'm better than everyone" way of thinking, and he let's her know that. One day during her first year of the academy she was getting harassed by a group of kids making fun of her physical appearance. James quickly put an end to that, and have grown respect for each other.

Weapons: Grandpa Rogers taught me how to fight with shields, and gave me my own one when I was strong enough to carry it. This Shield has the ability to produce an energy blade at the bottom half, and split into two, making two shields going on both hands (top half is mostly a shield, bottom half has the energy blade).

Personality: James is very much like his grandfather Steve. He has a deep sense of responsibility, and does his best to help others. He hates people who think they're better than everyone, and due to his other grandfather, he has a bit of a temper if provoked. He doesn't let anyone talk poorly of his friends, and especially his family, but at the same time he's ashamed of what his mother did. He tries to keep the balance of being respectful and honorable, and giving in to his anger and instincts.

Other: Has a habit of saying "Bub" a lot when angered.. "Thanks Grandpa Logan"

[User]
Richard was late waking up. This always happened on his first day ever since the beginning of his second year. He had arrived the day before to unpack the things he brought back home and decided to get a good rest after staying out until two in the morning. Nothing good ever happens after two a.m. He was sleeping in his makeshift spider web hammock that rested above his own bed. He always wondered if he was weird for liking to rest in the thing every now and then. Besides his family no one even knew this about him.

He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off. "Ten... maybe thirty more minutes." His alarm clock on the other hand had other plans and kept blaring until he turned over and shot a web at it. Once attached he pulled the clock up to him and turned it off and jumped down onto the floor. His room looked like a miniature replica of his room back home. He had gotten used to the smaller space so it wasn't really a problem. He turned to his window to see the view he would normally see from his New York home. During his first year there he placed a holographic screen over the window so that he could wake up to the site every morning. "Window off." As he said that the screen faded and revealed the scenery outside of the dormitory.

Richard made his way to the bathroom and started his morning routine of showering, brushing his teeth, brushing his hair, and etc. This morning fortunately didn't have any sticky mishaps so that was a plus. Once all of that was said and done he put on his clothes which was just a regular black t-shirt with some jeans and an Avengers Academy jacket that he had customized. It was blue with a red A in the right corner of the jacket and on the jacket the word SPIDER was emblazoned in red a little above the center. To top it all off he had his necklace hanging around his neck.

Since he was already late for breakfast he decided to take the scenic route. He looked at his hammock and said, "I'll take you down later." and headed to his window. He opened it and climbed out and made sure to close it and lock it with webs. He didn't want to be the reason a villain was able to get into the dorms. He crawled up the wall and saw some familiar faces below that were looking at him. He waved and continued to head up until he reached the roof.

Once there he looked towards the cafeteria deciding to make a pit stop there before the cafeteria. Just at that moment the rocket situation was coming to its end and explosive shrapnel flew everywhere. He was sure everyone was okay. If not there was no real worry. The school was a school for heroes and geniuses so the medical advancements were well... advanced. Richie didn't hesitate in heading over and arrived once the drones did.

He listened to the drone that approached James and the others and heard the voice of their head instructor. Once he was finished he surprisingly made a gentle landing on top of its head in a crouched position and said, "I missed all the rocket fun. There's no way I'm missing this." He noticed some familiar faces and masks in the group and knew this was going to be interesting.

[Assistant]
Will looked surprised. He wasn't really used to being approached in a friendly manner, especially by older kids. Back at the orphanage, older kids just picked on Will. He listened carefully to the boy, nodding thoughtfully.
"I'm Will. Nice to meet you, James. And, uh, sure. I'll join you guys." Said Will, trying his best not to seem nervous. He forced a smile, holding out his hand and wondering if James would take it. He was doing his best to keep still, but it was a bit difficult. He hoped that the tower would have a bathroom...

He was still kind of getting used to this school. It looked as though there weren't a lot of kids his age here. Most of them seemed much older, maybe in the 15 to 18 range. he was only 10 himself, and frankly it was a little intimidating. He was still really new to his abilities, and wasn't really sure why he was being advanced so quickly. Maybe his powers would be really useful once he'd trained them, but for now he didn't really seem like he fit in.

[User]
Alex slowly sat up in his bed to his phone ringing. He reached over to his practically bare bedside table to grab his phone. He answered the phone saying, "Hey, mom." Her response was what most overprotective mothers would say. "I've only been back for a day. How could I already get in trouble?" Alex talked with his mom slowly reassuring her that it was safe. Once they said goodbye Alex looked around his room. It was basically empty except for his bed, table, desk, chair, and all the stuff in his closet. He took his sweet time getting ready for the day. By the time he was done the majority of people on campus would be done with breakfast. Alex was dressed in normal sweatpants, a workout shirt with the Avengers logo in the top left corner, and his signature leather jacket with the detachable hood. He picked up his sheathed Ninjato attaching it to his belt then he stuck his bo staff into its side pocket.

 He then left for the Hall of Heroes for the beginning of the day. Despite his Hyper Speed, Alex chose to just walk there and took his sweet time. When he finally got there he saw the small time heroes of the day and the small kid who had been saved. Alex had no idea what had occurred earlier this morning but it was practically a certainty that he would later find out. For now he just stared at the group mostly looking at James. It felt awfully strange to Alex having to be near this guy but no one would ever hear him voice that opinion.

[Assistant]
"Oh boy... Here we go." Ben said as the group was told to report to the Hall of Heroes. If there's one thing he didn't like, it was getting an earful from the teachers, especially in regards to something he had little to no involvement in. Just then, a familiar person popped by and expressed interest in following.

"Richie! My man! What's up?" Ben raised his hand up high. He then noticed he mentioned not wanting to miss the moment. "Well, if you're goin', guess I am too." Ben said.

[User]
James smiled as Will accepted the offer. It was interesting to see such a young kid here at the Academy, but to be fair, James enlisted when he was 12, so who was he to say? He didn't know what Will could do or what he was thinking, but he wasn't just going to leave him traumatized after seeing an almost death experience in a place he thought would be safe. He took the young boy's hand. "This your first year?" As they all walked to the tower, James tried his best to give Will the unofficial tour of the place, pointing at things, and at people who were descendants of famous heroes.

The Hall of Heroes was the most impressive building in the Academy. The first floor was a bit like a museum, displaying all the heroes who have come and gone into the Avengers, but in the center of the room were the costumes and information of the founding members of the Avengers so long ago. Captain America, Thor, Iron-Man, Ant-man, Hulk, and Wasp... It always sent chills down James' spine whenever he walked into this room. They were their legacy. One day their suits will be in here with the likes of Spider-Man, Falcon, and so many more.

He saw that Vix and Annabelle were already here, and soon everyone else followed suit. James looked down at Will to see his expression on his face. He didn't know if his parents were in this collection, or if he was impressed at all, but something told him that Will was going to make it here some day...

James caught movement from the corner of his eye. He turned to see that Alex Kinney made an appearance. It was always a weird feeling whenever the two were in the same room... His mother was cloned from Grandpa Logan's genes, which means that they were technically related. He remembered the conversation Grandpa Logan had with him when Alex first came to the academy. He had been through a lot as a kid, and that James had to keep an eye on him so nothing bad happens. He didn't specifically knew what that meant at the time, but from the small conversations that they had, he knew not to pry too much into it.

Maybe one day they'll talk about this kind of stuff...

He was about to go talk to Alex until the elevator in the corner of the room opened, and out came an older man, with graying brown hair, with a matching beard, and probably the best poker face in the world. He wore a nice red and blue suit, and his eyes scanned the room. "Mr. Lang--" James started, but the older man simply shook his head.

"Everyone enjoy the little breakfast and show this morning? What in blazes happened down there?" The old man demanded, looking at the small group that joined. For all the years James trained under Scott Lang, he could never know if he was angry, or if he was simply asking and wanted to know how the situation went.


[System]
height- 5'8", Usually seen with a tiny ponytail,
Abdominal, arm, leg, and back muscles are slightly developed keeping a very athletic figure yet keeping her feminine shape. Her bust is a C cup, but uses a binder as they are a bit distracting.
Age: 16

Year:Second

Personality: Overly brash about things, but uses some tactical insight. Persuades people in her way by compromise and tries to be fair (though you might have to state your views). Miako is dense in the feelings of others and fails to notice certain things unless you are direct.

Likes to be friendly with everyone, but will be awkward at first meeting. Though a bit laid back, Miako has a pursuing nature when it comes things she wants.

Many times, she is known as being in people's business and lectures them if she disagrees with them, though it's not favorable.

In a relationship, Miako would shy away at first being that she hasn't been in an official one. She would take lead later on if it develops, (I'm still adding thoughts)

Background:
 The third daughter of the Hayashi family, known for its ancient lore and its grievances.They are known as politicians, artists, musicians, as well as business men. At a young age, children are taught of the old tales and calligraphy. Swing them to be advanced in knowledge is common tale, though mostly they excel in history and languages.

Being one of the youngest of the daughters has excused her from being married off from her family or getting the best grades. This has caused a gap between she and her younger siblings with the older siblings, being raised differently and more carefree than them. At most, her younger siblings are let go of their mistakes as the older ones were treated as adults before the age of thirteen. Rarely do they talk to one another or seen, but Miako manages with the situation.

From kindergarten to junior high, Miako was allowed to coed school. She developed her egoistical personality as she experienced communicating with all. Though this growth, later on she would take bad influences from her upperclassmen such as smoking and taking part in delinquent activities. As her family would come to realize this, they would quickly move her to Saint Lilium for better discipline.

During her first year of highschool, she missed her friends and regretted most of her decisions of her earlier age. With overclming a state of depression, she wanted to prove she could aim for better and higher choices and worked hard to earn her family's approval once more.

 Miako has gotten used to the usual routine of meeting only girls and rejecting the confessions she gets every now an then. All she can tell is that she has some sort of attraction to girls, however is yet to experience "the one".

Miako practices Kendo, Judo, and Aikido. Kendo being practiced as a mere hobby while Aikido and Judo seen as real self defense to her.

Other things:
Can't eat sweets for the most part, has a thing for birds, always early to class but doesn't plan to be a perfect student, smoking habit, outside clothes are usually rough and simple and her uniform is usually messed up.

Her family is made up of 10 people.
Younger siblings- Mako 9, Aki 10, Yukari 12, Miako 16
Older siblings- Shoji 18, Reiko Kurihara (m) 22, Minako Hirose (m) 25, Ichiro Hayashi 26

Club: Kenjutsu club, Airsoft

Theme: ?

[User]
Faye Fluery
The Knight

Faye stepped from her father's shiny black car, one of the newer Japanese models (though she couldn't name it to save her life), and grabbed her bags in both arms. Her father stepped from the car and walked over to her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She nearly flinched away from the touch, but she was doing her best to try allowing him into her life; it would just take a while.

"I'm so proud of you, mon amie." He said, his pronunciation as awful as ever, but she appreciated him for trying to speak some words in her native tongue. "It makes me so happy to have you in my life and to come all the way here to spend your high school years with me."

"Thank you, father." She said in her calm and almost siren-esque voice that was like honey to foreign ears. "I can't wait to spend the breaks with you... though I don't know how well I'll... uh... transition into Japanese schooling."

He gave her a comforting smile and patted her shoulder. "You're a very bright young woman, Faye. You'll most likely struggle with speaking, but your reading and writing of Japanese is nearly impeccable. I've heard that this school is filled with many talented and bright young women that would be more than happy to welcome you into our culture."

Faye looked towards the shining pinnacle of hope that was the academy. "Thank you, F-Father..." With that, he kissed her on the forehead and they said their goodbyes--simple, yet heartfelt. She couldn't believe that after all these years, she'd finally met her flesh-and-blood father, yet he still had a long ways to go until she could call him "father" comfortably.

The young French woman then grabbed her bags and headed through the gates, gazing around at the blossoms falling around her as if she were in one of the fairy tales that Hugo had once read to her as a child. Her heart throbbed, but it didn't linger as long as it once had. Don't worry, Hugo... I'll still become the knight that you longed for me to become. It's been a few years, but a true knight never forgets the vows they have taken.

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"Fuuck..."

Saori sighed as she sat in the theater club room. This would be the last year of high school for her. Finally, it would end and she would be able to find a college. Honestly, she regretted enrolling in the school because she didn't have much time to be with her family since she didn't live with them anymore. If she did, she would've been able to spend so much more time for them. Whatever. It didn't matter anymore. The past is the past, and she made her decision long ago. Besides, she might be able to get into a high-prestige school abroad like Julliand or another school that offers classes in French or Japanese. That's something to look forward to at the end of the year. After she finishes school, she'll be able to go on the big stage, and that's the real benefit to all of this.

That's after the year ends, though. For now she'll have to deal with the last year, and any annoyances that come with it. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through it absentmindedly, keeling an eye on the door if anyone was to walk in.

"This is so boring!" She said to herself, as she had nothing to do. She had already unpacked, but she hasn't seen her roommate yet. There were better chances of more people coming to the club room early rather than waiting in her dorm just for one person. Even if she did, that would seem pretty weird, so there's no point in doing it unless she wanted to creep her roommate out.

She kept thinking to herself of what would happen after the year ends.

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Reinhardt ⚜ Twins
 The day was beautiful and shining when the Reinhardt twins arrived Saint Lilium's gates, in a very nondescript taxi that they have boarded about an hour ago as they left their room at one the annex city's best hotels. The breeze carried the sweet scent of cherry blossoms inside the black sedan as one of the sisters lowered her window, prompting a sigh from the other, who went to lightly rub her temples, as if she wished to dispel a migraine.

 The twins had arrived back on Nipponese lands yesterday, after spending half a day on board of an airliner in a Berlim - Tokyo flight and then a few hours by train and car until they finally reached their hotel with like fourteen hours left before current time. Needless to say, such a long, nearly non-stop, trip tends to take a toll on anyone's body and, at least one of the exquisite looking twins made that quite apparent.

 "Argh... can't we go back to the hotel and come here tomorrow, Eins? I'm dead." Eris complained as she took their bags from the car's trunk while Eins paid the driver, leaving quite a large tip that was unusual for a Japanese. In fact, it was Eins' fault that Eris couldn't rest anything in the few hours that they had.

 "How can you say something like this, Sis? You was the one who wanted to stay up until late. Either way, we will have plenty of time to rest later, is we don't rush we will lose the opening ceremony."

 "Sigh..." Eris refused to go through the bother of recollecting what they did. Her head hurt too much for that, but the fact is that Eins was the only one to get any real sleep, leaving her sister like a grumpy, old bear. "Do they even do things like that here? I don't remember it from last year."

 "Well, you know how the Japanese value pomp and circumstance. We should drop our things by our room and see where we should be headed to, now. I just hope they put us in the same class again. In truth, there should be a law against separating twins."

 "Fine, let's just go, I think I'll go to the Nurse and get an aspirin, or tea, that should help it. Anyway, I think others will get annoyed if we stand in the way like that."

 "Right, Sis. Is it my impression or this place is more packed than last ye-ouch!" As Eins and Eris began to walk, the older of them lost her attention momentarily as she gazed at the courtyard full of blooming flowers, both literal and figuratively, and kind of ran, face first, into another girl that had just got out of a black Japanese sedan and exchanged brief parting words with an older man, presumably her father, given the intimate tone of their behavior.

 A fierce, redheaded beauty and, if any of the twins could place it, of heavy Frankish descent, though traces of oriental people could be seen on her face, especially the eyes, and silhouette. A half-Japanese, or haafu, as some of the locals so obnoxiously insisted to say.

 As Eins struggled to recompose herself for a moment, Eris stepped in, to avoid any misunderstandings that might happen. "Please, accept our apologies. My sister and I arrived from Berlim less than a day ago and jet lag is still taking a toll on us. By the way, I'm Eris and this is my older sister, Enyo, but you can call her Eins. Even if the circumstances are a bit mixed up, it's a pleasure making your acquaintance on this first school day of the year, miss..." Eris made a brief pause to allow the other girl to introduce herself, in case she wanted to, of course, as she extended her hand in a very clearly Western greeting.

 "By the way, I'm sorry for the bumping. If I broke anything, please, let me repay you in whatever way you think is best." Eins said, joining her sister in the greeting proposal.

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Vixen

[Assistant]
Yukimura Sayuri

This is it! My transformation from boring schoolgirl to enigmatic and beautiful upperclassman has finally begun!

Sayuri could barely contain her excitement as she dragged her suitcase through the gates. She had been planning this the whole break. After two years of not standing out at all, she had to make her final year the one where she's admired by all. And of course her preparation couldn't be topped - she had been collecting manga that featured tall, dark haired beauties that all the younger students squealed over and sent love letters to. She had grown her hair out and gotten it cut into the quintessential hime cut. She had replaced her ankle socks with elegant tights. And she had mastered the polite and mature way of speaking. There's no way the other students will be able to resist me!

Of course, Sayuri had planned this first day to the letter as well. She would arrive first in the theater club and sit there looking all mysterious until some other students arrived. Then, she would gracefully introduce herself. "Fufu~ It truly is a pleasure to meet you, my dears," she mouthed to herself as she turned the corner and entered the clubroom.

"..."

There was already a girl in there. Oh well! A true senpai cannot be fazed by changes of plans!

"F-fufu~ How delightful it is to see your face, my dear," she managed. There was a silence. W-why did I say that? That sounded so stupid out-loud! Okay Sayuri...just keep playing it cool... Sayuri cleared her throat slightly, trying to suppress the redness of embarrassment across her face.

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"That's just life, isn't it? You win some, and you lose some," Asuka had replied with the usual irritation. Luckily my attempt had worked, Miako grinned.

"Truly, that does happen," Miako shrugged at the first comment with the thought in mind. "But in your case, the trade-off seems far from being even half fair, both parties included."

 "Besides, she... just wasn't my type."

 Miako bit her lip, her distaste for weak morals stressing. She sighed, grimacing at the thought of how the conversation would take a turn. But a small lecture wouldn't hurt... "A bit discourteous to the other person, is it not? If that was the case, you should have not chosen her."

"What an odd state to be in if you didn't even like the girl," She mumbled, knowing it's perceptibility.

Miako had looked off with a slight frustration, spotting a number of students already entering the campus. Clubs were calling and transfers were wondering about, might be nice to get there sooner or later...  Eating the last bit of her bread, she jumped off from the high branch with her school carrier in her arms and rolled, reducing the pressure on her ankles.

Patting off dirt that got stuck on her clothes, Miako looked back at the upper classman, remembering what obligations should be given to elders."I won't be surprised if you don't take my offer in accompanying you to your dorm or walk to wherever you need to go as these areas don't provide you privacy- But! With my great grace, I ask."


[System]
Kwassi Asokho

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Character Summary
Aliases: Sparrow
Species: Humans
Powers: None
Age: 26
Nationality: African
Birthday: June 20, 1994
Birth Place: Golden City,Wakanda
Gender: Male
S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy: Sci-Tech
Qualification: PHD in Bio-Engineering
Years in the Field: New Recruit into S.H.E.I.L.D.

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Appearance
Height: 5'10
Weight: 175 lbs
Build: Toned
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Dark
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 3 Tattoos. Two Flowers one the collarbones and a quote across the right pec.
Personal Style: Kwassi prefers to wear loose clothing. Often times opting to have a few (or more) buttons undone to show off his body and allow for air to flow. The materials he wears are all light and breathable such as 100% cotton or linen. He wears bright colors that are sure to stand out within a crowd ranging from vibrant reds to deep teals and lush oranges. His style can be describe as fun, practical, and sophisticated to an extent.

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Psychology
Playful * Curious * Intelligent * Distracted * Hardworking * Untrusting

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kwassi tends to be playful and intellectually curious. He has the habit of juggling his friends, passions, hobbies, and career all at once. He has been know to be a social butterfly in his group, being able to talk to just about anyone on anything. If ever a subject comes up that he doesn't know, his curiosity tends to pick up on it and he brings it forth later to study when alone so that the next time conversation is struck he will surely be able to follow along and add in his own opinion. This coupled with his dashing good looks makes him a center at almost any party and allows him to blend in easily in such social scenery.

His curiosity however comes with a bit of a price. As he is want to do, Kwassi can tend to lose interest in certain subjects fast and thus become bored. It is this boredom that helped him become who he is today, and who ue was in thr past as well. It strives him to move forward and learn new and exciting things to help keep his mind active as well as his body. These traits are often times boiled down by some as him being characteristically a Gemini through and through. He supposes that this 'two faced' sign can only be a boon now that he works in the field of espionage.

Habits: Whistling, Snapping
Hobbies: Swimming, Tech building, and Chem work
Fears:
* Hornets
* Snall Spaces
* Lobotomie

Likes:
* Ice Cream
* Wildlife
* Gaming
* Running
* Swimming
* Iced Chais

Dislikes:
* Boredom
* Monotony
* Chick Fil A
* Drinking
* Drugs
* Pitch Darkness

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Photographic Memory
* Driving a Car
* Trivia Knowledge
* Mixed Martial Arts
* Acrobatics
* Escrima
* Bo Staff
* Throwing Darts
* Space Politics

Speciality Skills: Limit 7. These are skills that apply to your career path - see the suggested specialty skills box for your academy if you're stuck!
* Bio-Engineering
* Wakandan Tech
* Jack of All Trades (Science)
* Toxicology
* Nano-Technology
* Chemistry
* Anatomy

What Is On Your Person: Limited to the spots provided. This is for things like your wallet, your phone, your SHIELD ID badge, your car keys, your lucky coin...If it isn't listed, you don't have it.
* Two Hyper Magnetic Escrima sticks. (When combined together grow out to form a bo staff :Wakandan tech)
* Wallet: Credit Cards, Cash, S.H.E.I.L.D. I.D.
* Keys to Jeep wrangler
* Phone
* Empty throwing darts. (Chambers to be filled with toxins)
* Portable Chem Kit with various ingredients.
* Old Domino mask from Vigilante days
* Electric Brass Knuckles

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Keep it simple! Focus more on things that are important to them - don't put in things that are a given, like a bed. But a special photo of them and their cat? Put that here! A stolen file on someone? Include it! If you're having trouble, think of the things you'd show to someone if they came over to your room - or maybe that you DEFINITELY would not want them to see.... * Small lab with a wider range of chemicals to play with
* Collection of books on various plant life and animals that secreet or create toxins and they applications.
* Small Collapsable box full of electronics for working on tech
* Collection of Games for every gaming station.
* Gaming Stations with their controllers displayed before them. (2 of each controller for 2 player if need be)
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History
Why did you want to become an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?: After the invasion of New York it was clear to Kwassi that there was so much more for him to know. There was life beyond theirs and technology beyond that. Wakanda was already years ahead of the others on Earth but this new tech that the Chitari had brought appeared to rival even theirs. With his curiosity peaked and his boredom in need of being satisfied he decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D. in their mission.

General History:
Kwassi Asohko grew up in Wakanda for some of his formative years. His parents helped created and engineer some of the tech used within the tribes. Repairing damage to the weapons and sheild tech that was developed by the Golden Tribe. They were brillant minds in their field and Kwassi adored to watch them work. His inquisitive mind asking questions as fast as he could think them about how and why each thing worked the way they did.
His photpgraphic mind allowing him to visualise and recall the procedures that his parents did while at home or in the lab.

When he was Ten years old his parents had accepted a job out in the United States. Their genius was a gateway to many doors and it made for a wealthy and luxurious childhood for young Kwassi. He traveled across the world meeting gurus and other masters to train from a young age in the ways of martial arts. A choice he had made when hearing of the Vigilantes that littered America and his own stories of thr Black Panther from back home.

Training and developing both his mind and both he began to take courses in Bio-Engineering. The things that living beings were able to create in order for defense fascinanted him. He wanted to learn how to create the same reactions and use those to his advantage in combat if ever need be. He learned how to replicate and fix some Wakandan technology from his parents and used that to form a protective suit for fighting as well as to help measure any weaknesses in his form while studying martial arts.

Once he had graduated and was now twenty-two years of age, he took on to the streets and was known as The Sparrow. He flitted from roof to roof as a masked Vigilante, and used his skills to bring in crime that the police simply couldn't or wouldn't do. His knowledge of acids allowed him to dissolve away any locks that may hinder him, he created his own toxins to paralyze his prey and leave them behind for the authorities to take in. When he was particularly restless he would use his martial prowess to disable his opponents before tying them up and leaving them behind with a calling card of the Sparrow. Eventually he drew the eye of a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative who asked him to join their mission in safeguarding the world. The invitation he had been waiting for.

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Extras Can i be lazy?
Character Quote: Vendi, Vidi, Vici
Theme Song: Immigrant Song
Anything Else:
Children's Crusade
Demi post

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

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location: Quinjet -> Braddock Academy
Skills: N/A

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 To say Oliver was nervous on the flight would be an understatement, it felt like he couldn't sit still, often getting up to pace around the jet. A lot was going to be coming to a head today, and he already knew the outcome of one of them. Looking over to Niah, he said, "Thank you for coming with me Niah, you have no idea how much this means to me." He said, right as the ship landed. Sticking his head towards the door, her took a deep breath as it opened. They needed to talk to Captain Britain as soon as possible, then get to his mother. Even if he didn't end up being a Skrull, he could give them information from when they were captured.

 Oliver wasn't even a little surprised to see they had a greeter, and smiled at Betsy, saying, "It's good to be home Miss Braddock, I'm Agent Sullivan, and this is Agent Bautista." He said, gesturing over to Niah. "I hate to rush, but we're on a rather tight schedule, if we could speak to your brother as soon as possible, we'd appreciate that." He didn't want to slip in the fact they would be working around a literal deadline. That felt like undo pressure, especially if this place wasn't crawling with skrulls. He took a moment to breath, missing his home, and feeling almost a bit safer just from being here.

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Skills:

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"You do know that I can only focus on one sense at a time and when I do I lose another one." It had been an odd part of her power that she never quite understood. It helped keep her from being overwhelmed but she had to be certain that she was safe if she did certain senses. Thankfully sound was easy enough to do. She'd only lose her sense of taste.

"Of course. And I have a better idea than you know Oliver." She had changed reality for her sister, to bring her back. It had worked too, even if it hadn't been in the way she anticipated. She gave Oliver a reassuring smile.

As they debarked the jet, thank you Agent 13, Niah followed after Oliver. This was his mission and his life. More importantly, his life that she felt like an intruder on. She didn't know Oliver all that well. They had only really interacted on Christmas, and then a few times since then.

"Pleasure to meet you Betsy Braddock. Thank you for letting us land and everything. We appreciate your assistance." Niah told Braddock after Oliver introduced her.

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Location: 219 West 47th Street
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The caffeine was a good hit to Matt's system. He was dressed down for what he normally wore, but at least he had a button-up shirt on still. Button-ups were a joy post top surgery. He smiled at the thought. Then nodded as Bonnie asked if everyone was ready. He finished his drink and climbed into the SUV. He trusted Cass's driving. She had been the one driving for their date even. He could drive, but preferred his motorcycle enough that he rarely drove a car.

With the team reduced down to four people, and one of those four a complete newbie to SHIELD. Matt was nervous. He knew Bonnie and Cass and easily trusted both of them at his side in a fight. Bonnie and Cass were terrifying in a fight. He knew where everyone was on the team about Hills laws. And Matt was nervous about Kwassi, he didn't know how much he could trust the guy. He frowned a bit thinking. Also, Kwassi was injured. Bonnie was good at medical stuff, but would it be enough for Kwassi in a fight? Would he be able to stand against Captain America?

[User]
Location: Quinjet > 219 West 47th Street
Skills: Trivia

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Kwassi wasn't going to press the issue any further than he already had. It was clear where Agent Chase stood. She placed too much trust in the system, something that Kwassi may learn as he progresses in S.H.E.I.L.D. but for now it left him wanting. There was precedent already for Heros rescuing others without the need of Big Brothers supervision. For all we knew Spider-Man had already saved his loved ones thrice over. If anything it made Kwassi want to dog through surveillance for every encounter the big eyed hero had been in and see if there were any reoccurring innocents in distress. If he could narrow down the list he may find the hero himself and gain some knowledge on how he feels about this new mandate as well as how his webs work. Perhaps they could work together on a new use for them? But that was neither here nor there.

Kwassi had dressed in typical New Yorker fashion. White button up shirt with an open suit jacket, a coat over it, some dark slightly baggy pants, Timberlands, and sunglasses. He had brought with him a few flash grenades that emitted a blinding light in the event that Cap tried to run or that another mess of Skrulls appeared. He grabbed himself a latte as he made his way towards the car, looking over the team to see how they were feeling. Bonnie appeared to believe he was misogynistic but he wasn't sure why, Matt seemed concerned and unsure towards his addition especially with his injury, and Cassandra thought he was cocky; which...he was. Kwassi slid into the back seat trying to think of a way to break the ice. "I'm as ready as I can be. ... ... Did you know one of my greatest idols growing up was Marie Curie? Woman was a pioneer of science and developed the mobile radiography units to provide X-Rays to field hospitals during the first World War. I feel this world would be much further along if men hadn't held women back for so many years."


[System]
Age: 27

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Class: Berserker

Body Augmentation:
Gareth is unable to conjure magic into corporeal existence or supply mana towards hexes/rituals. His talent for magic is seemingly rock bottom of the deepest ravine. However, that is not the case in the slightest; rather, Gareth is able to infuse magic into his own body, increasing his reflexes, speed, power, coordination, and pain threshold to a certain extent. Unfortunately, the method of self augmentation is extremely exhausting to both the mana supply and the vessel, thus only allotting Gareth a very aggressive, short term method of fighting.

Enchanted Blades:
During his travels, Gareth managed to procure a set of blades varying in size enchanted to increase their durability. Although the sharpness of the blades are fairly standard, they repel blood, do not rust, and fail to dull with wear and tear.

Bloodlust:
The longer Gareth is engaged in combat and the more he kills, the more enveloped in combat he becomes. His focus becomes inhuman as he is able to improvise on every movement. Unfortunately, his defense decreases drastically as his priorities shift from survival to killing, and eventually, if the battle toils on for long enough, he reaches a threshold where he is unable to tell friend and foe apart.

Picture Reference:

Physical Description:
Gareth is a 6'4" god of death coated in layers of lean muscle and scars. What he lacks in bulk he makes up for in battle-tested, streamlined sinew. He generally has a frivolous smile on his face intermingled with a faintly wild luster to his gaze.
Doesn't have the wings pictured.

Personality:
Wolfish in nature, Gareth is both equal parts playful and vicious. A battle-maniac at heart, he enjoys the hunt even more than the kill. Gareth finds no qualms in consistently engaging in lascivious activities and could be considered extremely libertine in every sense of the word. Although wholly wild and aggressive in both his pursuit of fights and women, he is extremely loyal to his family like any good mutt, whomever he considers that to be, protecting them with his life.

Extra Details:
Due to his self-augmentation, Gareth causes the innate strength limiter in his psych to disappear, often ending in heavy internal injury, making him quite the burden after heavy combat.

[User]
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Gareth leaned back on his arms as he sprawled across the grass. His discerning eyes watched the fight as the passing breeze swept his disheveled hair to the side. He silently observed the spar following Silvia's question until it almost seemed like he hadn't heard her. After a long pause, he finally answered through a lazy smile, "It's not easy to tell, Kaito seems fairly experienced in fighting, but I think it depends more on his ability to adapt to the shadow girl's abilities." Gareth was new to the guild after all and had only met the more outgoing members, he was unfortunately not yet acquainted with Grey, "The girl lacks the attack potential to win this fight. She would make for a killer assassin though." He chuckled affably. Despite the intensity of the fight, Gareth seemed to be more intent on watching the guild master and the woman beside her, as if appraising them.

Silence persisted for a moment before Gareth thoughtfully shot back with another question, "What about you? It's not hard to tell you're more of a brawler type, but you have any special moves? Advanced techniques?" He turned his head as he asked the question, facing Silvia with a sly smirk that implied a double meaning.

[Assistant]
From that smile Silva caught some of his intention, after all she wasn't too dense, or naive to miss it. She opted to ignore it for the most part other than a slow shake of the head. "Not particularly, I am damn fast and strong, may not look like it but I can take down a man of your size in a few blows." She stopped a moment to carefully look over Gareth, before nodding to herself. "Well if you were of the normal villager variety, but that isn't the case here, huh?"

Silvia then gave the man a small grin. "That said, I once was a mage in training, believe it or not, so I do have a magical bone in my body, still that doesn't mean I've exactly found a way to combine my fighting style with magic." To her she didn't have a problem with telling this much about herself, Gareth by all means should be treated as a friend. Despite the tournament and how they may fight, they were still guild mates.

[User]
Kaito Fen's eyes widened as the blades dissociated into snakes that wrapped around his sword, and was further shocked by the fact that Grey Skies disappeared into the shadows. He expected something like that to happen during the fight, but seeing it happen in reality was unsettling.

But he was quick to recover.

He flipped his sword once more and quickly chopped at the snakes to free his sword when a fist struck him from behind in the kidney. A sharp, agonizing pain flashed through him and he instinctively spun towards where he'd thought the hit came from to see nothing there. He blinked and cursed to himself; this magic of Grey's was unsettling and he knew he needed to adapt, somehow draw her out in front of him if he could.

Then he plunged forward into a roll from the adjacent shadows and once again towards the center of the ring and coming up to a stand and fluidly shifted into a wider stance. His heart hammered in his chest and his side was flaring up in pulses of pain, and yet he still chuckled lightly. This was turning out to be far more fun than he'd thought. Fighting someone like shadow challenged him, and the way she kept disappearing – it was spectacular. He knew the audience was enjoying this.

[Assistant]
When Kaito rolled out of the way, Grey found herself standing in the light, no longer in his shadow. She cringed, and ran to the edge of the ring, into a shadow cast by one of the walls, and stood still. This jog betrayed her lack of speed- she was never fast, without a mount. This was not a fight she could win with her hands, or with weapons, she knew. It was a fight she must win with beasts.

She raised her arms- it was not necessary, but movement helped her envision what she wanted from the shadows- and began to sing. Unlike her previous statements, though, this one was strong. Her voice rang out, clearer than the daylight, more forceful than wind, as she sang into existence new beasts of shadow. She sang words that sounded to those who did not speak the language of darkness like gibberish, a gibberish that somehow brought the illusions to life.

Four shapes rose from the shadows like smoke, tendrils swirling in a wind that was not there. Taller than even Gareth, they towered above Grey, by several spans. They did not solidify to mimic the shape of any one animal- rather, they seemed to flit between a thousand, never settling. Arms and legs and heads shifted between them, as though they were mimicking creatures that could never exist in reality. Full of dark holes reminiscent of eyes and mouths, changing and revolving, numerous and sickly, the creatures were monstrous in design. They let out a sound similar to the snakes before, this time, like the grinding of metal as though steam were attempting to escape from a dying machine, a hoarse scream of some unidentifiable glee. Still, she continued to sing.

They became more and more solid, and Grey tensed the muscles in her arms, staring with unblinking eyes at Kaito, her face fixed in a disturbingly calm expression. The beasts of shadow cried out for her, and began to writhe with anticipation, impatient, almost as though they were sentient. They weren't, of course- she could only call the shadows to fight for her, she could not create life from the void.

She interrupted her own song, and spoke one word.

"Attack."

She used the initial terrifying roar of her beasts to disguise a moment of pain on her part. Glancing down at her hands, she saw the rough burns and welts from her snake-blades on her hands- both of her palms bled, their skin scratched off by the overly eager creatures. They might fight for her, but shadows do not understand pain. Sweat beaded down her hands, her face, her body, soaking her robe. She closed her eyes, placing all her trust in the shadows, leaving her body entirely vulnerable. She began to sing once more, with renewed barbarity, strengthening her beasts.

The four beasts reveled in her word and song, relishing in the moment of her command, and dove forward with the ferocity of starved lions. One lingered longer than the others, and approached from the front, taking the rear; two swam through the air itself to flank Kaito, while the last jumped high above their heads to tackle him from above. Coming at Kaito from four directions, with Grey's tenacious song filling the makeshift arena, they made for a truly odd, yet terrifying, sight.

[User]
Kaito Fen's arms slowly dropped as the four massive figures took shape before him, his eyes widening within his mask as he straightened, listening to the strange, nonsensical music coming from Grey Skies. Once, adrenaline had been coursing through his veins, but for an entirely different reason. Now, he felt cold sweat at his skin as terror began to set in by those large incomprehensible beasts that took shape. Four massive creatures that threatened to break his mind with their constant shifting and writhing upon themselves. And despite the terror – and the dread realization that now began to set itself into his bones – he smiled.

This was exactly as he hoped. A spectacle like no other, a fight that would awe everyone in the crowd, and there was his chance, growing before him. He knew there stood two choices before him now. To lay down and give in; to fall without honour. Kaito Fen wouldn't do that, it wasn't in his nature. He had too much honour to lay down and watch defeat creep upon him. No, instead he would stand before those dread creatures and fight them with every ounce of skill he had in him; the skill he would display, he knew, was both beautiful and deadly, ferocious even, yet against this… well he knew what his fate would be.

Yet he smiled.

Grey Skies's magic would be sorely tested before he was done, this he could promise, and when he fell it would be in such a way, in such a magnificent show of will and courage, that he could already see the jaws hanging from the onlookers as their eyes dampened. The fall of a hero against unlikely odds, against these four creatures of shadow.

Then, as the creatures began rushing him from all sides, he closed his eyes and breathed deep. Darkness enveloped his mind's eye and at its center, a focal point, wherein he concentrated his entire being – the form of two swirling dragons, tumultuous in their rage, unparalleled in fury or power – and a deadly barely contained calm settled upon him as he took the stance of his most deadly dance. Wrath of The Twin Dragons.

[Assistant]
Grey continued to sing, but her song became distorted, and odd. No longer was the meter a familiar rhythm- now, it continuously changed, from fours to threes to sevens, from halves to wholes to sixteenths, altering and switching within several different tempos without hesitation. Disorienting to the listener, as there was no predictable beat whatsoever, it was the sort of esoteric music which only a musician could understand (or enjoy). A musician, and her shadows, that is. She paused every so often to take a breath, the only consistency in the song.

The first shadow flew in from above, then dissipated above Kaito, creating a shroud of darkness from above. It was not nearly enough to blind him, that would take hours to create, but it was enough to dim the area, as though a fog had set in. The two flanking Kaito, with identical motions from either side, rushed in, each reaching out with a dozen clawed arms, their forms shifting into grotesque and foreign shapes reminiscent of nightmares. They swiped with precision, with impressive speed and force, aiming at every joint they could see in Kaito's body.

The one in the rear, however, did not approach. It stopped, a few spans away from Kaito, poised and ready to fight. Unlike the others with their constantly changing bodies, this one seemed to be slowing, settling in on a preferred form. It had not decided yet, but it would soon enough.

The blood pooling in Grey's upturned palms had begun to drip down her arms, mingling with the sweat pervading her skin. It was not torrential, but it was enough that the audience could see that her hands were injured. Her robe clung to her skin along her upper arms and chest and back, where the sweat had soaked through the thick fabric. She kept singing to strengthen her beasts, tensing her muscles, her eyes locked shut. Her trust was in those shadows.

[User]
Gareth turned back to the circle of flags as he listened to Silvia's response, an ever amused expression played across his face as he watched the fight. Despite his nonchalant countenance, he was quite invested in the actions that took place within the fight, it was impossible to tell who would be a truly good opponent without knowing the depth of their strength and skill. As the combat continued, Gareth looked back toward Silvia, smiling back at her grin playfully. His eyebrows rose as he heard about Silvia's capacity for magic and thoughtfully pursed his lips for a few moments. After a stretch of silence, Gareth replied with a fairly interested tone,
"I actually have a bit of a knack for magic myself. I've never tried seeing if other people could do what I do though, it's basically what separates me from the villager type."
Gareth quickly faced Silvia, his eyes filled with a sorts of childish excitement. "Here, watch my first punch."
With a slight exhale, Gareth punched forward with his right arm in a straightforward manner; however, with the punch's power only utilizing the muscles of his arm and without stance, it was fast, but nothing impressive.
Gareth glanced back towards Silvia playfully when suddenly, his eyes glowed with an extremely faint green illumination and he bared his teeth in a wolfish grin,
"This one with magic." He faced back forward followed by a slower exhale.
Strands of translucent green magic began to circle around his arm in a spiral before quickly merging into ribbons. The agglomeration of energy occurred in an instant before Gareth's fist shot forward. His action was invisible to the normal eye. A muffled shock wave shot out parallel to the trajectory of his fist as the compressed air around his fist quickly expanded back out like a spring. Gareth winced at the steam rising from his arm as he quickly shook his hand in a panicked fashion, as if trying to shake off the pain. With a proud smile, he looked back to Silvia as if saying 'how about that?'
"That's my magic, if you're interested in learning, I'd be interested in teaching since I don't know if other people can use it or not." Despite having revealed his only strength, Gareth seemed all too willing to reveal everything in a happy fashion. It was almost as if he did everything in his power to strengthen those around him so he'd be less likely to win.


[System]
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual

History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn't notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say "Heya" and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.

Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel's ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person's mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he's manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.

Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel's bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around "noblesse oblige". Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you've got a problem he'll find a solution, don't worry about the means or costs or nothin'. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues.

[User]
@banjoanjo@HellHoundWoof@Lillium@Thundercrash@SheriffLlama@wolverbells@HecateProxy

GM Post

Nilin looked over the group, the wary faces trying their best to hide the blossoming hope underneath. Irina's attention was elsewhere, as it might be when one has several voices sounding off inside one's mind. By and large, it seemed that they were now prepared to listen, or move on. At the very least, they were less suspicious and resistant than before her display so it had been the correct choice to display it in such a vivid manner.

"The first group session will involve everyone and from there we will assess you and divide you into smaller groups more applicable to your individual ability types. Training in groups alongside your individual sessions has yielded rapid results in the past and should enable you all to develop and control your abilities faster."

Nilin strode up one of the aisles and through the auditorium doors, turning left and taking the door at the opposite end of the corridor to where the residents had been going for their individual sessions. There was no need to tell the group to follow, they simply did so obediently although with some quiet conversation as they followed their new instructor with some small degree of hope.

After a few turns past the previously locked door Nilin came to a large set of double doors and pushed through them without pause, the group following her into a massive but empty room. The walls were shielded with metal plates and there were none of the fake-windows in here, just an array of lights in the ceiling that were behind a fine mesh gauze, presumably for protection.

"This is the main training room used for group activities. For now I'm going to split you all into pairs and you're going to work out a way to train your abilities together. Then you'll rotate partners and experiment with each other to find what works and what doesn't." Nilin had no pad or list from which to read, there was no need, so familiar was she with each of the individuals and their respective abilities.

"Your starting pairs are as follows: Irina and Stasya, Mara and Nikolai, Arthur and Uriel, Lucie with Christian. As we have an odd number Abel will join Irina and Stasya. I'll tell you when to switch partners. Discuss where your powers overlap and test them against each other. One thing though: don't do anything unnecessarily dangerous." A slight, wry smile briefly flittered across her lips before promptly disappearing. "It's still early days for that."

[Assistant]
Irina Ivanov
Location: Auditorium, then following NIlin
Mentions:@Jinxer@banjoanjo@Thundercrash

'Careful, Irina….'

 'What? Who?'

Irina had heard her name being called through one of the thoughts but had not caught whatever the person was thinking fast enough. It sounded like Arthur, but then again there were so many other voices dancing around in her head that she did not have the attention span to sit there and try to figure it out.

Not only did the young woman now have to deal with all of the voices, but she also had to work with her new found ability, and also try to wrap her head around what exactly she had just seen Nilin do.

'So, an illusion? But is it merely optical or has she planted it in our minds? Assuming that it is, in fact, an illusion. He briefly glanced over at Irina. If it's the latter then we might have a problem. If we were wanting to leave, that is.'

Without moving, Irina listened closely to the message that Arthur had thought. She bit her lip as her brows furrowed in concentration. Surely if what Nilin had just done was something that had been planted in their minds, Irina would have felt it. Or she would have at least felt something. Anything. Yet she didn't. Her green eyes quickly glanced over at Arthur and make contact, which she followed by a quick shake to her head. She attempted to re-assure the young man that it was not the latter without drawing too much attention towards her.

'Oh thank you!'

The voice was louder than the others suddenly which caused Irina to slightly cringe, but not to where the others could notice. Stasya was speaking to her now which was surprising. Irina never would have figured that the young and timid girl would ever really reach out to her. Irina followed the Russian girl's thoughts with intent and diligence as she tried to understand everything that was trying to be told.

Once Irina deciphered the thought process along with what was being directly thought her way, her own gears started turning in her head. Stasya had a point. If Irina could somehow manage to connect with everyone then maybe they could have a sort of privacy, but to do that, she would need to practice. Not only that but she had to be very careful of how she came about it. One wrong move or thought would mean that everyone could possibly hear everything that was inside of her mind which was not always happy.

'I'll help… I will need time to get better at this but I will help as much as I can.'

Irina attempted to do everything the same in her mind as she did earlier to be able to reach Stasya, even going as far as repeating herself several times.

'Atticus to Ivanov here, testing out the communication lines. Do you copy? Over.'

 'Uriel! Can you still hear me?! Come on say yes…'

Irina tried her best to try and touch back to everyone that had heard her "mind shouting". It was a better outcome then she had expected, which meant she was a bit stronger. Unfortunately her attention could not be kept on her inner communication for long due to Nilin escorting them somewhere else. The group exercises.

Irina would be paired with Stasya. Part of her wish she could have just gone and sat down with Abel, but the other part was thankful. Stasya seemed to have a good mind link with Irina which gave her more time to practice. Nilin went ahead and told them to converse amongst each other to be able to tell how their powers coincided. Irina simply blinked at Stasya and stood awkwardly as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

Irina was half Russian and half Spaniard. Her mother spoke more Spanish than Russian so she spoke choppy Russian although she understood it well enough. She could think it way better than she could verbally speak it.

With a small and apologetic smile, Irina went up to Stasya and pointed to her own forehead. "I hear you." She followed her sentence by switching her pointing direction and placing her finger near Stasya's forehead.

[User]
Arthur Ragnarson

Irina's rebuttal of Arthur's analysis was somewhat comforting. Although she had not perfected her power it was still good to know that, from her experience at least, their new instructor's power was not the invasive nightmare that he had imagined. He could see that she was both struggling and experimenting with the new applications of her ability but exhaustion was beginning to take its toll.

Arthur made a note to himself to put in a request for the power nullifier to be put on, or at least to question its inactivity at night time and the potentially dangerous consequences of leaving it so; asking for things at this stage would only increase their captors' confidence in the control they exercised over the inhabitants of the facility.

"I'm really not sure I want to be testing my powers out with others..." Arthur muttered to himself. As far as he could tell, the only way to put his abilities to the test was to be injured in some way or other and then see how long said injury took to repair. Thankfully there was no one in their group likely to blow a massive hole in his chest or something drastic like that; the young Brit seriously doubted his 'Accelerated Healing' power covered gaping chest wounds and the like.

When Nilin announced his first pairing he was mildly pleased. He and Uriel got on well, both being from somewhat advantageous backgrounds; although, Arthur had a feeling that Uriel's early life had been more pleasant than his own. That, or the Aussie dealt with it very well. Looking around the small gaggle of adolescents, Arthur located Uriel and shot off a mock salute when his partner had spotted him.

"Looks like we're up first. I'm not sure how you want to go about this but... my power is pretty much entirely passive." He grimaced a little before continuing. "And... the only way I can see us 'training our abilities together', as our new coach/chief scientist/warden has commanded, is if you... y'know, hurt me. And then we see how long it takes me to recover. Fun, right?"

[Assistant]
URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: TRAINING ROOM

Huh, so the students were going to be the ones organising the training session. In all honesty it seemed a bit lazy on the scientists' part but on the other hand Uriel was all for fostering the creative minds of future generations. Kids these days, institutionalised in those stuffy classrooms, never getting the chance to think outside the box. Of course, he would have preferred to receive this opportunity without being kidnapped beforehand but hey, you can't win them all. And so, he obediently followed the lady out to the training hall, being only a tiny bit bummed that she didn't reveal what her powers were. Another day, perhaps.

Uriel! Can you still hear me?! Come on say yes…

Oh sweet, the Telepathy Communication worked. TeleCom? T-mail? He'd decide on a catchy name later. It seemed like she didn't catch his darker thoughts from earlier too. Even sweeter.

Chillax fam, I hear ya loud and clear. We'll catch up later in the training room.

The room itself was rather bare bones. No furniture, nothing but some meshed lights and sturdy-looking, everything-proofed walls. For a government funded training and confinement facility, it was quite anticlimactic. Maybe some machines would pop out from the ground later, anything to relieve his eyes from the drabness of the room.

Uriel grinned as Nilin announced the initial pairings. Arthur was a cool bloke, probably the best person he got along with during his time in the facility. He had the patience to put up with the best and worst of Uriel's ramblings, while also offering clever insights of his own. If there was any quality Uriel could respect, it was cleverness.

"Looks like we're up first. I'm not sure how you want to go about this but... my power is pretty much entirely passive." He grimaced a little before continuing. "And... the only way I can see us 'training our abilities together', as our new coach/chief scientist/warden has commanded, is if you... y'know, hurt me. And then we see how long it takes me to recover. Fun, right?"

Nilin's advice to "don't do anything unnecessarily dangerous" was brought to mind. But Arthur's words had an unfortunate truth. The only way to train was to physically harm the Brit in some way.

"Well, I guess this would be an excellent time for me to learn how to erase pain too," Uriel added awkwardly, trying to find the best way to handle this problem. "So should I just punch you around a bit then? Give you the ol' one-two? We could start by me just stomping on your toes or something."

He couldn't even remember the last time he had thrown a proper punch. Sure, Uriel had encountered his fair share of people trying to beat the shit out of him (for reasons that should be obvious by now), but he had never actually physically engaged them. He was on the cross-country team for good reason.

"I'll do my best to get rid of the pain. You just focus on the healing part."