<strong>Name:</strong>Damien Wilson<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Ravager<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mount Justice<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open.<br/><br/><strong>"Ravager, B Zero Six."</strong>A figure clad head to toe in ominous looking body armor entered the room building carrying a small arsenal on him as well as two large bags slung over his shoulders. He strolled slowly into the room, with his head shifting around frequently as he took in his surroundings wordlessly. Every teen that he crossed paths with would be carefully sized up and Damien's head would tilt to the side slowly as he studied them for a moment before continuing on his way. This was just another mission, and this location was another four corners with a roof and a bed. His quarters would be sparse and spartan in nature, but they'd serve their purpose well.<br/><br/>He didn't speak at all, barely acknowledging anyone as he made a beeline towards where the rooms were most logically going to be located. Checking doors until reaching his own room. The bags were tossed on the bed and unzipped as Damien started to unload an assortment of weapons from the bag and lined them across the bed. He paused for a moment to look down at a framed picture of a young white haired woman with an eye patch that he placed on the nightstand by the bed. Once the bags were unloaded, he sighed gently and muttered<strong>"Yay team..."</strong><br/><br/>Moments later he made his way back to the common area and glanced around to try to figure out if he could place all of his teammates to their predecessors and he listened intently to any and all conversations that went on in the room to get a feel for the teens.