<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CzXxffY-_rc/Srm-kZr59HI/AAAAAAAACy4/bfRCaJ8LqJw/s400/JASON+CHAMBERS++4.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Creed<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sabertooth<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Room 5<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd, Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>EVERYBODY!<br/><hr/><br/>As schools went, this was among the finest that Victor had ever heard of. The dorms were reasonably comfortable, with a decent amount of space between him and his dorm mates, but not too much. Nathaniel was an odd character, hard, controlled as if he was afraid that someone would discover his secret. And it wasn't that he was gay. Victor had had a handful of gay friends back in his school, and he had defended them vehemently against the bullying of their fellow students. Not that they needed defending, though.<br/><br/>Nathaniel was desperate to control something else, and it wasn't his sexual orientations. Victor had a feeling that there were going to be a handful like him around here, but he was a generally nice guy, and Victor had a feeling that they would get along, based on the whole 24 hours that Nathaniel had been here.<br/><br/>The real interesting character was Megan. Delicate, spritely and agile, she looked like she could have been a gymnast. She had the form for it, the grace, even that light spring in her step that most gymnasts had. They were all over the place in his school, arrogant and slutty, bullies of the worst kind. Megan was different, though. Talkative and sharply intelligent, she could talk a mouthful, but nothing that she said was empty or meaningless, just filling the air around her. Victor hadn't spent much time with his female dormmate, but he already felt quite out of his depth.<br/><br/>Despite that, ever since he had arrived almost two weeks previous, this place had been the best. Going under the finishing touches of its completion, he was generally allowed to wander the compound, making himself at home and getting used to the surroundings. But where he spent most of his time was in the gym, avoiding the indoor pool, going through the rock climbing courses and sparring with a handful of the trainers there. Despite being an avid MMA fan, it had been difficult finding a Mixed Martial Arts gym in Boston, and he had settled for a Boxing Gym. Here the trainers were specialists in various internation martial arts, some of which Victor had never even heard of before. Capoeira from Brazil. Muay-Thai from Thailand. Russian Sambo. Silat from Indonesia. It was interesting to watch them train, and it took the young man a couple hours to work up the courage to ask if he could join them for a sparring match or three after a couple rounds with punching bags, balls and on the matts. Despite this light training, Victor found himself on his back more than a couple of times, pinned, stunned and a couple of times, and, accidentally walloped.<br/><br/>Despite this, the trainers were surprised with the affinity that the young man had with fighting, fast, quick, agile, a natural at footwork and learning ground tactics quickly. He was far from the decades of experience and training that these men and women had, but he had a sharp eye and was a quick learner, or so they said.<br/><br/>That day had seen probably the biggest uproar of the A.C.E. since he had gotten here, with various arrivals arriving at all hours of the day and given some time to rest. It was raining that evening, so Victor had gone for a jog in the indoor track when he was called back to the Auditorium. It appeared that what they had been brought here for was going to begin. Victor was relieved more than anything. Despite his near constant asking from him and the good-natured tight-lipped-ness of the trainers, he had learned nothing, and the curiosity felt like it would burn a hole in his mind. This wasn't just a college, not even a prep college. It was something altogether new and, hopefully, dangerous.<br/><br/>The head of the academy... definitely looked the part. Tall, dark, brooding, handsome, if you were into guys that is, with a grim look about him only complemented by his black leather trench coat reaching his ankles and a menacing eyepatch. His voice was deep and loud, and instantly had Victor's attention. He felt his back straightening and his attention focusing on the man before him, not making a sound until the man's speech was over. Then he uncomfortably fidgeted with the tablet that was in front of him. He had a good memory, and there wasn't much to memorize. Schedules and dorm arrangements along with a handful of other small details about this that and something else.<br/><br/>"Heroes," He said softly, almost mumbling," They wanna turn us into a bunch of star spangled heroes in tights, like that guy," He indicated his head to the Captain," Fun," He exhaled, sarcastically.