<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Stormavengers.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Ororo Munroe/Storm<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avenger Tower, Dormitory level<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Any<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Long slender fingers the color of dark chocolate drum on the spine of the ancient looking tome that the opposite hand held in front of her, the leather bound book across her chest as she walks with quiet, deliberate steps through the slightly curved hallway. A meeting the evening before with the new administrative lead of the small group of teenagers had summoned her to the very apex of the tower. The conversation had been brief as to the whys and hows. He had crackled with magical energy, and from what he had told her, she did as well. Her 'mutation' was the ability to manipulate energies and that could easily include magical energies. Her head was filled with promises of potential and ability, even going so far as to tell her that she could be, with proper training, a candidate for the position of Earth's Sorceress Supreme.<br/><br/>It was a bit of a blur, she was removed from her administrative position only to be told she was being put on the roster as a proper Avenger, not simply one in training, and that with that 'reassignment' she was to begin what would likely be a long apprenticeship to 'harness' her magical potential. The meeting was called short as the 'God of War' in his normal fashion had begun to throw a tantrum, threatening to destroy all life in the universe or some such nonsense.<br/><br/>She wore a simple white dress, the flowing fabric clinging to the more accentuated curves of her form, but flowing freely around her legs and arms. She had a great amount of reading to do, and perhaps a sitting room with plenty of sunlight would be the place to do so.<br/><br/>