<div class="floatleft">(https://usercontent2.hubstatic.com/13047603_f520.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Victor Sage (http://CS link)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Will be revealed when the GM reveals it.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Justice Academy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All (M)<br/><strong>Note:</strong> Anything worth mentioning.</span><br/><hr/><br/>Vic finally pushed himself away from the wall.<em>Might as well step into the spotlight first. Get out in front and let the others catch up....</em>"I have a question," he said.  "You mentioned powers.  What powers?  As far as I know, I have no special powers, save those of deduction.  We are on a private island south of the equator.  I'm not sure if we are in the Atlantic or Pacific but I am sure that a significant amount of money has been invested in this complex."<br/><br/>Lacking powers, followed by revealing his best guess as to their location was a bold admission and a statement  of confidence, especially in light of the fact that he was in an unusual position of not being the tallest man in the room.<br/><br/>Dr Fate was roughly the same size but the helmet made him look taller and the cape made him look bigger.  Vic wasn't even going to address the fact that he was 'levitating'.  It was a neat trick but any decent stage magician could do it.  He clearly had some high tech behind him but he wasn't the only one.  Everything he'd done could be replicated given the time to prepare.<br/><br/>The black haired girl with the intensely violet eyes (<em>contacts?</em>) was probably a skilled cold reader.  He'd need to watch his body language around her.  She was shorter than he was but she moved like a dancer.  She probably knew kickboxing or some other leg based martial art.<br/><br/>The brown haired young man would be able to look him eye to eye but he had significant amount of muscle over him, probably twenty pounds at least.  He stood like he had money.  He was likely living off a trust fund and was all beach muscle, sculpted but not really all that functional in the long term.  He probably had a white belt in three different martial arts because he didn't have the work ethic to progress further.<br/><br/>The blonde girl with the long hair was average height for a woman and clearly spent time at the gym and salad bar.  She looked a little confused by what was going on.  If this was a reality show, she'd be the weakest link and the first one voted off the island.<em>She's the type that gives blondes a bad name.</em><br/><br/>The man she's entered with was a little shorter than Vic was but he stood as if he was taller.  He too had about twenty pounds of muscle on him but unlike the brown haired man, he stood like it was working muscle.  He'd grown up working, so likely a family owned shop that dealt in heavy items like an auto parts store or a grocery.<em>Probably wouldn't say shit if his mouth was full of it.</em><br/><br/>The man in the hoodie looked to be about the same size as Vic but his stance screamed 'Army brat' despite the hoodie.  He was a pretty boy.  He was used to easy conquests with women and being hated by other men.  He could probably fight but he'd prefer to talk.<br/><br/>Then there was the giant in the room.  His knowledge of Dr Fate was an indicator that he was potentially a mole but revealing that would undermine the usefulness of that position.  Maybe he just liked showing off him knowledge.  It would only have value as long as no one else knew it and revealing it placed him in a position of power.  He had two inches and probably fifty pounds on Vic but Vic felt an immediate kinship.  The man had clearly spent time in the system as an orphan or a foster child.  The wariness was unmistakable.  It wasn't quite prison level wariness but it was definitely there.  Vic deliberately adjusted his own stance but he didn't expect that it would fool anyone.<br/><br/>The carrot topped Amazon was as tall as the biggest man in the room but lacked his bulk.  Her skin make-up was flawless.  She too moved like she came from money.  Her muscles, which she seemed more than willing to display, made her look like a gymnast.  She probably had a retired Olympic level coach training her for an enormous paycheque.  He didn't recognize the language she spot but her use of it when everyone else was speaking English indicated that she wanted to show off and draw attention to herself.<em>As long as she takes it away from me.</em><br/><br/>The last person in the room was also the smallest.  She was slender and she too had a dancer's build.  She was covering her fear with a show of annoyance and, like himself and the tall man, showed a certain degree of wariness.  She was speaking up as a show of confidence, just as he had.  For a moment Vic had the feeling that he wanted to protect her but it passed quickly.  That was the quickest way to end up in an even worse place than the place Fate had brought him.<br/><br/><em>I wonder if I can transfer my college credits?</em>