The world had changed a lot over the years of her vast existence, but Andromeda never expected that the world would change so drastically that a monster such as herself would become needed, valued. Andromeda, the very creature that the legend of "vampires" had originated from, had been many things in the past. She'd been a victim, a vessel for a terrible curse, a lover, a bloodthirsty monster, a legend one told their children to force them into acting correctly. Recently, however, it seemed she'd added "hero" to that list. Odd. Hero was a name she never expected to wear, especially not so much so that Nicolas Fury of all people would reach out to her, inevitably to ask for her aid rather than to snuff her out for her past crimes.<br/><br/>Andromeda had hailed from a Viking clan, located in a region that would now be considered England. She'd spent most of her thousand year lifespan in Europe, however she'd recently made her home in the Appalachian Mountains. She prized her solitude, her privacy, and preferred that the world think Andromeda a myth rather than a living, breathing entity. So, as she'd purchased land and a cottage in the mountain range, she'd been out on a walk when she'd discovered the rock climbers. They'd been scaling a very large, very steep cliff when she'd walked by, watching as one of the climber's gear malfunctioned and he took a very quick, very intense 200 foot drop directly towards the forest floor. Andromeda had watched him fall for quite some time, had contemplated on saving him. However, she meant to keep a low profile and if the human were to splatter amongst the foliage of the forest floor, her bloodlust was sure to be kicked into a high overdrive. So, at the last minute, she'd used her supernatural speed to propel herself forward, her superhuman strength and reflexes allowing her to catch the man. Of course, the fall from such a height into Andromeda's arms had harmed him, but he'd walked away alive. She'd used compulsion to compel the man to forget her, but she hadn't counted on his companions filming the whole thing with their cell phones.<br/><br/>A week later, Nicolas Fury had showed up on her doorstep, offering her a deal that she could not refuse. In order for herself to operate as an Avenger, she would be supplied with money, resources, and boarding. Of course, a woman such as herself had seen countries rise and fall, had seen civilizations be completely wiped from the history books. She had, however, never encountered others with unique abilities, had only heard of them. This gave her the opportunity to see new things and for Andromeda, new was something she did not run across often. Then again, perhaps it was the allure of being considered a hero for once that made her decision for her.<br/><br/>Funny thing, the Avenger Initiative. Once, a thousand years ago, she would have considered herself an Avenger, killing her own mother for turning her into the monster that she was. However, the years that passed and the many lives she'd laid waste to, she'd thought long ago that her hopes for being anything good were squandered. Nick Fury had apparently thought otherwise. It hadn't taken Andromeda long to get her assets in order and once she had, she'd made a swift trip to Seattle, Washington. Rather than heading straight for the Headquarters, she'd spent some time holed up in a local hotel. She took her time familiarizing herself with the city, with it's people, before she'd completely committed to Nick Fury and his cause.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 18px">☾</span></b>​</div><br/>Deciding that she'd allowed herself enough time to acclimate to the city of Seattle, Andromeda had made her way to the Avenger's headquarters with little to no issues. She'd made her way inside, passing through the protocols in place that Fury had warned her of, until she was striding down a long hallway where the conference room was located. Turning to her left, she entered into the threshold to let her sharp, nearly black eyes scan the occupants within. It was approximately 9:55 AM when she arrived and she could already see Fury himself, at the head of the table. Her eyes darted to the trays of food in the room, smirking to herself as she thought how lovely it would be to see a decanter of blood sitting on one of the displays. Alas, she was shit out of luck.<br/><br/>Striding forward silently, the woman was dressed in black leather pants, a black corseted top, and black combat boots. The clothes fit to her flush, like a second skin, and her footsteps made no sound at all. It was plain to see a predator was in the room, however she was sure she was not the only one who could be considered as such. Two males and a female were already present, the males situated right beside one another and the female directly across from them, alone. Deciding that she herself needed some space, she took a seat near the female, leaving two seats between them. Glancing over at the woman who had grabbed herself some fruit and a drink, Andromeda offered a slight smile.<br/><br/>"Good morning." Andromeda's voice purred, trying her best to seem friendly. This was all new to her, she operated alone and rarely found herself around others. While she was not wholly good, Fury must have sensed something in her that he found as extraordinary as those surrounding the table now, as well as the few who had not yet showed. She grounded herself with the thought that she deserved her place among them and of course, she'd do her best to make friends, regardless if it was completely against her nature.