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Real Name: Hazel Jackson

Age: 18

Alias: Nomad

Gender: Female - She/Her

Color Choice: [color=red][/color]

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Personality: Hazel is nothing if not confident. She treats herself like she’s the biggest person in the room, and always acts like she’s the person to beat. There is always a smug, knowing grin on her face when danger tears its head, because Hazel doesn't take a challenge lying down. Unafraid to speak her mind, or take initiative when it counts, is a free spirit at heart. She likes to do her own thing, set her own rules and regularly bristles against stern authority figures who try to change that. In her own opinion, she has a right to be cocky, on account of her knack for strategy and quick-decision making in combat training. Unfortunately, this doesn't bail Hazel out of the fact that she's also a bit of a troublemaker. Hazel has a temper that gets her in trouble, from fist fights to climbing over fences to trespass in somewhere very dangerous. Hazel always tells herself she can get herself out of these situations, and so far, this has held true, but it's only a matter of time until Hazel gets herself into too much trouble to get back out with just a defiant attitude.

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History: One often expects superpowers to give one a good life of being surrounded by like-minded individuals and living in a cool superhero lair. That was not the case for Hazel. She was born in California, to a single mother that had absolutely no idea how to raise a kid. She tried her best, but Carla Jackson was only human. Growing up, Hazel and her mom rarely saw eye to eye. They both tried, but Hazel's mind was fundamentally different from hers, so she understood things that Carla couldn't, and could outthink the woman in a million different ways that meant arguments rarely ended with a compromise. They were just too different to get along much, no matter how hard the two tried. This was the case as Hazel went through school as well. Everything was easy as a kid. Her teachers thought she was one of the usual "gifted" kids that needed to be put in higher grades. This never actually happened, because Hazel thought it was stupid. Everything was dumb, and ridiculous to her as a child. She couldn't relate to others, and just had no motivation to really do anything. Her teachers always fed her the same "Wasted potential" speech, but this only dampened Hazel's spirits further. High school was only somewhat different, because Hazel stopped caring.

It was around this time that Hazel's mother began to suspect there was something unnatural about her. They were driving to school one day, when Hazel grabbed the steering wheel faster than her mom could react, and quickly hurled them both safely off the road, swerving right and around a tree with incredible accuracy. Naturally, Carla panicked and didn't realize what had happened until she saw the car behind them, which had tumbled and crashed into a building. If it weren't for Hazel's borderline precognitive reaction, they both would have died there. This, combined with the constantly flawless scores Hazel used to get in school where others struggled was enough for them to suspect she was a mutant, or perhaps some other type of superhuman. This was when Hazel began to test her newfound "powers," going out and seeing just how intelligent she was in the dead of night by sneaking into junkyards, taking whatever looked useful and building incredible things with it. Carla wasn't sure what to do, but Hazel made her keep this discovery a secret, something she agreed with for Hazel's sake. Emboldened by this, Hazel's troublemaking tendencies grew stronger. For the first two years of high school, Hazel barely scraped by, only doing the bare minimum without any difficult, and spending most of her time hopping fences and playing with technology in the garage.

One day, social media caught wind of someone flying down highways at midnight on a floating motorcycle, barely able to see the red blur of its lights as it weaved through traffic at blistering speeds. Police tried to catch the driver, but how could they when its top speed was about 120mph? Ultimately, it was an Avenger who caught up with her, and put a stop to her antics after a stern conversation. Apparently, Carla finally caved and looked for answers to her daughter's extraordinary abilities, and got the attention of someone important. Hazel was given a chance to leave the frustrating life she had and learn how to be a superhero. Hazel wasn't the cape and spandex type, but she didn't feel like she belonged anywhere near her home, so she accepted the opportunity after a few weeks of preparation. S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to dissect her bike, to understand how it worked, but she wouldn't let them anywhere near it. Hazel hasn't looked back so far, but some people aren't entirely convinced that she has what it takes to fill the void left behind by the Avengers. Not that she's particularly stressed...

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Powerset:

• Superhuman Mind: Hazel’s was born with a downright inhuman level of intelligence. Her brain processes information at an absurd rate, her memory is flawless, and she can do advanced calculus in her head. Her reaction times allow Hazel to make split-second decisions where others would simply fumble, and she learns new skills very fast. Hazel’s best application of this, however, is building technological wonders that would make Tony Stark jealous. In practice, Hazel is a superhuman engineer, coming up with countless solutions to problems with incredible resourcefulness, all before she ever picks up a wrench. Hazel’s usefulness in a crisis is dictated heavily on what tools she brings, what she has at her disposal, and what she can sabotage if all else fails.

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Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• The Vandal: Hazel’s pride and joy, a hovercraft built in the style of a motorcycle. The Vandal is powered by a plasmatic ionization engine, which routes power to three dynamic waveform thrusters for a potential top speed of approximately 178 miles per hours. Using geomagnetic resonance to power an internal Hall effect pulse drive, the Vandal can consistently operate for 18 hours before requiring a recharge, which can be done in five minutes.
  
  The Vandal is equipped with an onboard computer similar to the one found in most cars, only with Hazel’s genius spin put on it. This computer is used to plot directions, blast music, communicate with others on the move, and to run maintenance on the Vandal itself... And it has a second seat!
  Clockstopper: The Clockstopper is an energy handgun designed to act like a multitool. It features two firing modes: Disruptor and Stun. Disruptor mode uses ionic thrust to channel a graviton charge into a nucleostatic projectile. When this projectile collides with a solid surface, it explodes in a concussive blast of raw kinetic energy. The blast, while having no thermal or electrical properties, is strong enough to throw a person dozens of feet into the air.
  
  When the Clockstopper is switched to Stun, the projectile is repolarized to produce an intense flux field. This projectile discharges in contact to fry fragile targets, and irreparably devastate electronic devices. The weapon can be switched between functions on the fly, and has an effect range of 50 feet.
• Codex: Hazel’s Codex is a wearable, wrist-mounted supercomputer. It is powered by a gravimetric capacitor, contains two terahertz of processing speed, eighteen terabytes of digital storage, and an interactive, holographic screen that can be adjusted and moved in any way imaginable. The Codex can do the job of any other computer on the planet, and can theoretically be used to hack into foreign systems with a retractable nano-mesh cable. Though, Hazel typically uses it to play Minecraft and pirate tons of media.
• Holovisor: The Holovisor is similar to the Codex, in the sense that they’re both wearable computers, but the Holovisor is designed specifically for tactical use. A small, digital projector hooks around Hazel’s left ear, and produces a photometric screen, which cycles through various permutations depending on what Hazel is doing. The Holovisor can link with Hazel’s Codex, provide Hazel with night vision, zoom in to see up to half a mile away, and sync up with other devices like cameras for remote viewing. The Holovisor also has functions that allow it to detect virtually any type of energy, translate 7 different languages on earth, and record information to the Codex instantly.

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Weaknesses:

• GPS Satellites, Unmanned Drones, Fucking Laser Sights: It is true that Hazel could easily outsmart her opponent by coming up with an absolutely absurd, unthinkable strategy, but Hazel prefers to use technology for that. Without her Clockstopper, Hazel doesn’t have a gun to shoot someone with. Without her Holovisor, Hazel can be blinded in a dark environment. When her devices are taken from her, or destroyed outright, that is one less tool she has at her disposal. She doesn’t have super strength or teleportation powers to bail her out, and there is only so much an exceptional brain can do.
• Hothead: Perhaps it's arrogance, or perhaps she has something to prove, but Hazel doesn't let some things slide. If you bruise her ego, she'll try to get even, and this temper of hers can lead her down some tricky roads, or to some reckless conclusions. It doesn't matter if it's something as simple as challenging her to a fight, or something as egregious as hospitalizing someone important to her. Get on Hazel's bad side, and you can count on her to make it your problem.

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Testing Post

124 miles per hour. She could probably do better than that.

She flew down a desolate road, with a new helmet that she bought after making an ATM shit itself like a broken record. Hazel’s hovercycle hummed quietly, as she soared down the highway to test the new cycling sequence for the waveforms. It was like basic arithmetic to her. Hazel built this thing out of junk, and she yet it was already better than all the top-shelf cars that international manufacturers sold to rich people. She nabbed spray paint and hotwires used cars to make this beast, this Vandal into something she felt proud of. She could’ve made a massive profit off of this, selling technological marvels to the world for steep prices. People would pay those prices, if they were desperate enough, and Hazel would be a dozen steps ahead of them if they tried to corner her on the market.

But it all seemed like too much work. Hazel didn’t need to turn her hobby into a business. If she needed money, she could just open a bank account, and use her laptop to that script she was working on, which effortlessly hacked into the international banking systems to pay herself. That was a real challenge. It was feasible for her skills, but not easy. In the same way building her bike wasn’t easy. Looking down at the Vandal’s dusty display, it seemed she need to recharge. The clock read 2:37am. Shouldn’t take long, she thought.

Hazel swerved off the next exit, and throttled down to the normal speed limit. The Pacific Ocean was dark as the void between distant starts, barely reflecting the full moon. Hazel wondered what could be under the water, what she could discover if she challenged her “superpowers” to dredge up mysteries. She pondered this for all of three seconds, and quickly glanced at the faint light moving across the sky overhead before pulling up on her bike, and launching off the road, down to a clearing where she drifted in a half-circle, soaring over a flood-canal and into an industrial area under construction. Here, she came to a stop, opened the legs on the Vandal, and stood.

The Vandal began absorbing energy from the planet’s magnetic field. Hazel took her helmet off and stared up at the stars. If she wanted to, she could’ve built a spacecraft out of a school bus, the Vandal’s engine, and a few plates of scrap metal. Hazel could go out there and leave this whole planet behind if she set her mind to it. Her mind gave her a hundred different possible configurations for such a vessel, and then swept them away with a blink. The world was hers, but there wasn’t anything in it that interested Hazel. If she wanted a challenge, she could hack into the Pentagon. She could try to hunt down the traces of the father she lost to the Snap, and could barely remember. But her mom wouldn’t approve of either of them. No, she’d just tell Hazel to live like a normal human being, one who couldn’t solve quantum equations while half-asleep.

Two more minutes. Hazel walked around, and looked out at the construction underway. With just a quick glance she saw three different places that the incomplete hospital’s rebar would inevitably snap in. The night was cold, and Hazel could see her breath in the faint moonlight. She wanted to believe that Carla was worried sick about her, but this was normal behavior. She had a pattern of calling at midnight and asking when Hazel would be home, and if she should even leave the door unlocked. Hazel couldn’t feel anything other than jaded at the fact. One minute left.

Hazel began walking back to the-

”Can’t sleep?”

A voice disturbed her, and barely finished its sentence before Hazel was already twisted around, staring a metal suit down like a possum. A Gatling gun hunt off one shoulder of the suit, and a pair of crimson red eyes saw right through her. War Machine. What the hell was he doing here, talking to her of all people? Hazel froze, counting the seconds in her head until she could hop on the Vandal and leave him in the dust.

”I’ve been following you for a while now, Hazel. You’re fast, but you’re easy to spot.”

That light in the sky was him. Fuck.

”So what do you want with me?”

War Machine’s face slid away, revealing the human underneath. He walked up to Hazel’s bike, admiring the thing. ”Pretty cool ride you’ve got here. Friend of mine would’ve been impressed. S.H.I.E.L.D. Knows about you. Your mother’s been worried real bad about you, lately. Bad enough that she made it my problem. I can’t say I blame her, but that’s not all I’m here for. She told me about this. How you have a superhuman intelligence, and how you’ve got no interest in doing anything here.”

Hazel’s face scrunched up. Her mom fucking went behind her back and dragged a fucking Avenger into this. ”And?”

”Take it easy, kid. Look, normally, I wouldn’t come here and give you the talk I’m giving you. But the guys who keep the world from ending heard about a kid genius building superbikes, and this became more than just you making trouble. See, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t want you just running around with that thing-“

Hazel took a step out in front of the thing in question, ready to drop down on the seat and bail. ”I’m not handing off my bike to a bunch of suits, sorry.”

”Well, that’s fine, because I’ve got some news for you. I checked a database before coming here. You lost someone who didn’t come back after the Snap, right? You’re aware things aren’t the same anymore. That they probably won’t ever be. You’ve felt that.” There was a note of downtrodden sentiment in War Machine’s voice, which Hazel picked up on.

Bringing up her dad wasn’t helping his case.

”…I’m gonna let you in on a little secret here. The Avengers don’t exactly exist right now. We’re scattered, and one day, they’re gonna be needed again. The ones that are left came together and made a place for people like you. They want kids like you to train with them, and be the next superheroes that stop the world from ending. It’s far from here, and you won’t have to worry about whatever it is that keeps you up so late.”

Hazel’s head tilted back a little. Some kind of superhero camp? ”You want me to go off and join another Avenger Initiative? I’m not exactly Spider-Man.”

”That's what we all said, and then Thor’s brother wrecked a city.” A look of humor flashed across his face.

”Look, it’s your choice. But one way or another, someone’s going to come looking for you. Maybe the next world-conquering maniac wants you to build his doomsday weapon, and he’s not taking no for an answer. Or maybe you get caught up in something, and then I have to come and take you by force, along with your ride. There are others like you. People who have it rough, people that want to challenge themselves, or are just plain brave enough to put on the suit.”

”So if I say no, you’re just gonna come back eventually.”

She thought it over in her head, running a mile a minute. Hazel ran through a thousand different reasons why she shouldn’t accept this offer, and another thousand reasons why she should. Ultimately, she came up with a thousand and one, and made her choice

”Okay. I’ll go.”

War Machine smiled, clearly pleased. ”Good. A lot easier than I thought it would be.”

She shrugged. ”Between you and me, there’s someone whose opinion I actually give a shit about. And I don’t think she’s really my biggest fan right now.”

”You think this’ll change that?”

Hazel looked off into the distance, past trees, buildings and the moon. Somewhere, a door was unlocked.

”Yeah. Probably.”

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Real Name: Sigurd Velez

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Alias/Nicknames: Sigurd

Race: Half Human, Half Asgardian

Color Choice: fff200 Its just yellow. But its closest to being gold. And I don’t want to do rainbows.

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Issue #0/Testing Post:

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Heimdall is Sigurd's father. A man who has helped raised the boy from a young age. While it was difficult to keep up with the young boy's life, Heimdall tried his best, often leaving his sister to guard Bifrost when the time was necessary. Sigurd holds deep respect for the man and hopes to one day live up to his expectations,

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Evelyn is Sigurd's mother, and he cares very deeply for her. She has done everything to be supportive with her "Little Soldier Boy," even homeschooling him so he could explore Asgard more. It deeply upset Sigurd when she was snapped, but now that she is back everything is fine. He also really respects her work in helping other Asgardians when times get tough. Especially since she tries to be an ambassador between New Asgard and Midgard.

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Sigurd's loving aunt, and effectively his second mother. Lady Sif has been around the boy effectively his entire life, either acting as a babysitter for him during his trips to visit Asgard, or as a training mentor for combat and Allsight. She was there for him when Heimdall died, and even more so when his mother was snapped. It was even Lady Sif who suggested Sigurd pursue going to this academy, feeling as if it would be best for him to explore and train on his other capabilities.

Also, yes. Despite the very close relationship, Sigurd always prefers to call her Lady Sif.

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Due to Brunnhilde having such a close working relationship with Lady Sif, Sigurd has often met with Brunnhilde. Doesn't help they often met and talked while Lady Sif was playing babysitter. She was even an instructor for Sigurd during his time in bootcamp, though that was often spent alongside her work in helping found New Asgard. Brunnhilde even went on to become its leader for a bit of time, before stepping down to work at the academy. She was around to help so much with Sigurd's life that, if Lady Sif could effectively be a second mother, Brunnhilde can be an aunt.

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While being a good friend of Lady Sif, Thor and Sigurd have rarely interacted personally. However, Sigurd has heard plenty of heroic tales about the Mighty Thor, either from his mouth, Lady Sif, or even his mother. Sigurd often looked up to Thor as a very heroic figure, which is why it was hard on Sigurd when Thor was depressed during the snap. However, he always held on to those beliefs, and, once the fight with Thanos was over, he held grand respect for the old leader.

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Sigurd has met this person the least amongst everyone else on this sheet. However, during the times that Sigurd has met her, she left a very good impression. She worked alongside his mother to try and support New Asgard, and has now recently taken up the mantle of The Mighty Thor after Odinson decided to leave. Her heroics have been inspiring, and something Sigurd hopes to strive for.

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While Bill is a good friend of Lady Sif, and he has been known to hang out with her a fair amount, Sigurd does not really know him. While this is very similar to Thor Odinson, Sigurd does not know as many tales about the heroic alien who could also wield Mjlornir, and even has Surtur in a blade. Sigurd respects the... man? for that. However, to Sigurd, he is just an acquaintance at best.

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Ragnar is Sigurd's oldest and closest friend from Asgard. They have gone through so much together, not only serving bootcamp and countless training sessions, but also joined forces in defending New Asgard. They are both guardians of New Asgard, often keeping watch over the city, and helping those in need. Ragnar is much less serious than Sigurd, and will often call him out to loosen up some.

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Sigurd does not know what to feel about the new leader of New Asgard. She has not done anything to personally dislike her, but he has heard countless stories told to him via Lady Sif of her nefarious deeds. While she got the position due to good behavior and having a watchful eye kept on her, something doesn't settle right leaving the hands of this second home to someone like her.

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Real Name: Mia Thompson

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Alias/Nicknames: Black Viper

Color Choice: Green (I think black would be too hard to see in writing)

Appearance: Mia is a lithe and agile young woman, graced with light-brown eyes and standing at a height of 5'6". Her physique boasts a lean and athletic build that mirrors her dedication to heroics. Ebony hair, typically kept in a tidy bun, adds a touch of elegance to her appearance. In her day-to-day life, she opts for casual attire, favouring comfortable choices like jeans and tank tops. Mia is also careful to conceal the two antennae-like protrusions on her head, reserving their unique features for her superhero persona.

Personality: Mia is renowned for her spunky, free-spirited, and adventurous nature, always ready for the next thrilling challenge. Her outgoing and quick-witted personality makes her a lively presence at the Avengers Academy. Motivated by a deep desire to harness her unique powers for the greater good and contribute to a safer world, Mia approaches her studies with unwavering confidence and resourcefulness. She thrives in high-pressure scenarios and is ever-eager to extend a helping hand to anyone in need.

History: Mia's journey began as a diligent student at a prestigious research university, where secret experiments involving the genetic alteration of various insects unfolded behind tightly sealed doors. Inquisitive by nature, she often explored the university's labyrinthine facilities, seeking out hidden mysteries. One fateful day, her curiosity led her down an unexpected path as she stumbled upon the wrong room. In a twist of fate, she was bitten by an experimental ant, an event that would forever change her life.

The ant's bite bestowed upon Mia an array of unique abilities, a fascinating blend of powers that bore both similarities and distinctions from the conventional Spider-Man abilities. As her newfound gifts began to manifest, she embarked on a journey of self-discovery, exploring the limits of her enhanced agility, wall-crawling prowess, and remarkable capacity to communicate with and command ants. These extraordinary talents set her apart, and she found herself teetering on the precipice of a destiny far grander than she could have ever imagined.

Mia's transformation was not without its challenges, however. The exhilarating thrill of wall-crawling and the rush of commanding her arthropod allies came hand in hand with newfound responsibilities. She realized the potential of her abilities to make a meaningful impact on the world, and with that realization came an unwavering determination to harness her powers for the greater good. Inspired by her parents, who had instilled in her the values of compassion and altruism, Mia resolved to follow the path of a hero.

Powerset:

Ant Physiology: Mia possesses the physical traits and abilities of an ant. This includes enhanced strength relative to her size, allowing her to lift and carry objects many times her weight. She can also crawl on walls and ceilings with ease, much like an ant.

Antenna Sense: Mia has heightened sensory perception through her concealed antennae-like protrusions. She can detect vibrations, sounds, and even faint scents in her vicinity, making her extremely alert and able to navigate through challenging situations with ease. She can also use her antennae to communicate and command ants, albeit not always with success.

Acidic Sting: Mia can release a corrosive, acidic substance from her fingertips. She can use this ability defensively to create barriers or offensively to incapacitate foes. Her acidic sting can also dissolve materials and restrain adversaries.

Equipment/Paraphernalia:

Acid Projectors: Mia wears specially designed acid projectors on her wrists that allow her to release and manipulate her corrosive acid with precision. She uses them for both offensive and defensive purposes during training exercises.

Utility Belt: Her belt contains additional acid cartridges, communication devices, and tools for maintaining her acid projectors.

Weaknesses:

Limited Offensive Abilities: While her acidic sting is a potent weapon, it requires precise aim, and its effectiveness can be diminished by adversaries with protective gear.

Vulnerable to Certain Chemicals: Mia's corrosive acid can be neutralized or blocked by certain chemicals or materials.

Inexperience: Mia is still relatively new to her superhero identity, and her inexperience may lead to misjudgments and overconfidence at times.

Antennae Sensory Overload: Mia's antennae allow her to detect minute vibrations and sounds in her surroundings, providing her with an acute awareness of her environment. However, in situations with exceptionally high levels of noise or intense vibrations, her antennae can become overwhelmed. This sensory overload can disorient her, making it challenging to focus or maintain her concentration. In combat scenarios where explosions or loud noises are prevalent, she may struggle to effectively use her heightened senses, leaving her vulnerable to surprise attacks or distractions.

Training Scenario/Testing Post:

In the heart of Avengers Academy's state-of-the-art training facility, Mia found herself immersed in a rigorous combat training scenario. The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the simulated battlefield. Her instructor, James 'Rhodey' Rhodes, had devised a challenging exercise to push her limits. Paired with another fellow student known for his telekinetic abilities, Mia's mission was to navigate a densely wooded area filled with obstacles and holographic adversaries. Their objective: to secure a hidden 'target' deep within the woods while thwarting the advances of their simulated enemies.

Using her wall-crawling skills, Mia quickly scaled the towering trees with ease, granting her a bird's-eye view of the battlefield. The forest's dense undergrowth posed no challenge to her enhanced agility as she gracefully moved through the terrain. The subtle vibrations sensed through her antennae also allowed her to detect approaching threats before they came into view, so the girl was not too concerned. Together with the other's telekinetic prowess, securing their objective should not be difficult at all.

As they ventured deeper into the forest, however, the training exercise intensified.

Simulated explosions and gunfire filled the air, creating a cacophony of sound that tested Mia's heightened sensory perception. Her antennae senses, finely tuned to detect vibrations, began to pick up multiple sources of movement—both real and simulated. The frenetic pace of vibrations threatened to overwhelm her, making it increasingly challenging to distinguish between friend and foe. It was a moment of vulnerability, a weakness that Mia knew she needed to overcome at some point to be an effective hero.

Mia couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance as Rhodey's voice crackled through her earpiece then, his advice echoing through her mind. "Trust your instincts," he'd said, and while she knew he meant well, it wasn't as if she hadn't been trying. Rolling her eyes would have been a waste of precious seconds, though, so she took a deep breath instead. She needed to push past the frustration and focus. She knew that if it were easy to handle her antennae senses in the midst of chaos, she would have mastered it long ago.

As she briefly closed her eyes, Mia allowed herself a moment to recalibrate her heightened senses. She knew she couldn't afford to let the sensory overload continue to disorient her. With newfound determination coursing through her veins, she deliberately tuned out the deafening noise and honed in on the unique patterns of vibrations surrounding her. Slowly but surely, she began to regain her footing, finding her rhythm once more. She and her companion, now working seamlessly together, navigated the battlefield with precision, quickly completing the objective given to them.

💞 Mia's Parents: Mark and Sarah Thompson 💞

Mia has a loving and supportive relationship with her parents, Mark and Sarah. They have always encouraged her curiosity and thirst for knowledge, which led her to pursue higher education and scientific research. Mark and Sarah are genuinely proud of her achievements and the path she's chosen, even though it sometimes results in unconventional situations like the accidental insect bite that granted her unique abilities.

🎆 Bruce Banner (Professor Hulk; Headmaster) 🎆

Mia first learned about Avengers Academy through her indirect interactions with Bruce Banner, the renowned Professor Hulk and Headmaster of the academy. While she hasn't formally met him, she's heard of his remarkable intellect and contributions to the scientific community. Bruce's mention of the academy and its mission sparked Mia's interest in joining the institution.

💛 Peter Parker (Spider-Man)💛
Mia has a friendly and supportive relationship with Peter Parker. She met Peter during a chance encounter in New York City while she was still coming to terms with her new abilities. Peter offered his guidance and shared his experiences as a young hero trying to balance life as a student and a crime fighter himself. He encouraged Mia to embrace her newfound powers and use them responsibly :).

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Real Name: Eleanora Eclair

Age:

Gender: Female

Alias/Nicknames: Sickly Sweet, Elly (goes by this with friends; might become irrationally angry about others using it).

Color Choice: Pink

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Appearance:


Eleanora holds a rather dainty, yet notably athletic figure, and stands rather tall at 5'10. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of emerald green, which contrasts notably with her bright pink hair, which is...Strangely sticky to the touch. Speaking of her hair, while it seems she rarely styles it (for personal reasons), allowing it to cascade down her person, reaching well past her thighs, on the occasions she does attempt to wrangle it is, she prefers either ponytails or twin pigtails.

When it comes to clothing, Elly likes to expose herself; barring wintry weather conditions, you'll rarely see her fully covered up beyond the flowy dress of Sickly Sweet. Crop tops and skirts are her best friends, and when she's wearing less naturally exposing wear, she'll find ways to make it so, whether that be cutting up perfectly good tees or wearing low-rise jeans to show off a whale tail. And when it comes to the parties that she commonly finds herself in? Somehow, she'll manage to wear even less, but that's better left uncommented on...

For Sickly Sweet, however, this exposing nature seems subdued; maybe because this is clothing she'll actually be fighting in, or maybe just as an inside joke towards all the otherwise revealing clothes some superheroes wear. Regardless, her 'costume', as it were, looks on the surface to be a beautiful corset dress, sporting a combination of white, pink, and blues, complete with a pair of sturdy-looking deep pink heels, a large heart-shaped pendant of sorts that lays over her chest, and lastly, a bejeweled tiara that sparkles with all the multi-faceted stones that adorn it. However...Well, we can leave the secret behind it for later.

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Personality: Elly is quite the character, to say the least; unsurprising, once you know her life, but it doesn't make it any less of a jarring experience to know the woman. Most times, the words that would jump most to you on first interaction are charismatic, confident, and commanding. Whenever she's in a room, she has a way of turning herself into the center of it, and she uses this presence to great effect, naturally taking a leader position in anything she ends up in through her force of will and sheer bossiness at times. However, in spite of all these aspects pointing to her being an admirable leader, it's her other aspects that wound her potential here.

Eleanora is largely driven by her emotions, a fact that only got worse after the incident that granted her her abilities. As such, she tends to function poorly when put under pressure; a common occurrence as a leader, in most circumstances. She also simply can't be bothered to think about most things for long, which means she rarely comes up with plans, and when she does, they are loose at best, though at the very least she's good at thinking on her toes in the heat of a moment, just...Not when it involves having to manage other people. The process that changed Elly also did more than cause her emotions to rise to the surface; it also generally made her more unstable. She's prone to fits of irrational emotional outbursts, especially when under duress, and though she is aware of the problem, and does her best to keep herself in check, it rarely works.

Still, being driven by emotions does have one positive; it makes her a very clear person, who leads with her heart. While she's actually rather good at lying her pants off or otherwise being indirect, she prefers the forward approach greatly, and is quite blunt with most people she meets. Additionally, while the circle of people she trusts is quite shallow, Eleanora is extremely defensive of them and will do everything in her power to keep them safe, as she craves that social standing she once had as a normal person so long ago. Even if it isn't exactly the same, she'll keep them close however she can manage. And on a minor note, well...Due to any number of reasons, she's hyper-energetic quite often, which leads to her being very exaggerating in her movements, and talks about as much with her body as she does with her voice.

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History: Eleanora actually liked thinking about the past; at least, the pretty far back stuff. Her childhood was about as perfect as she could've asked, at least in her eyes. Parents that didn't mind the touch of mischief now and again, a sweet and protective older sister to watch out for her when she really overstepped the boundaries, and friends coming to her like flies to honey. She even made a best friend she carried throughout all her school life, Fionna Martin. In a lot of ways back then, Fi was closer to Elly's sister than herself; reserved and smart, but hopeless in social interactions. In that way, the two made up for each other, with Eleanora helping the young girl have an actual life beyond school, whereas Fionna made sure Elly didn't drop her classwork too hard. Being around Elly, who at that age was very inquisitive and adventurous, also ignited a similar spirit in her close friend, causing her to grow into an outgoing (if still quite awkward) individual, just as adventurous and only slightly less courageous than Eleanora herself.

Of course, her sister, Eden, was a big part of things as well, and back then she'd always find reasons to rope her in. Elly loved her sister to bits, and even if she seemed quite self-reliant, she always fell back to her sister in any times of need. The pair made for a dynamic duo, with one rarely being seen without the other. As they grew up, however, Eleanora found the dynamics shifting. Soon, her sister's smarts earned her less praise, and more ire, from would-be fellow classmates, causing her to close in on herself more and more. Before long, it was Elly who was defending her sister from those who were all too willing to shove around her quiet and shy elder sibling. Still, as she grew, she felt herself distancing from her dear sister. Their dreams and desires were distant, with Eden going deep into her academia, whereas Elly was still her usual, nonchalant self, happy to keep her own flow, as long as she found the time to keep her social circle and muck about where she pleased.

Entering into Middle School was a strange time for Eleanora. Her sister was more distant than ever before, being away from the house more and more consistently as she learned more about the field of profession she wished to pursue. It felt like...Like Elly was still just a kid, but her sister had become an adult before she'd even realized. This was eventually punctuated when Eden graduated extremely early from High School, before Elly had even gotten there, still being a middle schooler. Before she knew it, her sister, her rock, left her behind...But what got her the most was her parents. It was something she'd never really thought about; before now, she always had her sister's attention, and at school, she was practically the star of the show (beyond her sub-par grades). But now...? She could tell. Even if they acted sweet and aloof, they were worried about Eden, and barely paid mind to Elly at all. At first, she tried to fill the void. Eleanora took up many extracurriculars, from ballet to viola and everything in between. She should've been showered in praise, with all the things she was balancing! But no, they could only offer their half-hearted praise and brief nods of acknowledgement. Slowly, Elly started to hate her parents, her sister...

And herself.

Realizing nothing would change their minds, and knowing her sister was so utterly far beyond her reach, Elly stopped trying to be what she wasn't. If she was going to be given complete free rein without a care in the world, she'd stretch that for all it was damn worth. In essence, she became a delinquent, skipping school, loitering around, getting into fights, and even stealing from corner stores from time to time. Still, if she was a delinquent, she was a popular one. She had dozens of kids who flocked around her, enamored with her absolute confidence and rebellious nature, and even if she barely remembered their names, well...She liked having the little sycophants around. It made her feel larger. More powerful. Her old friend Fionna was still around as well, though she never changed as drastically as Eleanora had, and in fact several times kept her close friend in check as best she could, which was no small feat.

Growing older, Elly also grew bolder, as well. She'd throw parties when her parents left, skirt whatever flimsy curfew her parents set in place in favor of roaming the dangerous streets of New York at night, definitely try more than her share of alcoholic beverages, and she even smoked...Once. Honestly, even in her rebellious streak, that crap was just gross to her. Getting into High School, her social circle expanded even more. Most of them were nameless nobodies, but there were a few she gave a crap about. There was Fi, of course, her old reliable, and the only person she felt like she could really trust back then. Victor was there, too; a real down-in-the-dumps kinda guy, though she never knew why. She kinda just took him in because she liked the challenging prospect of making something out of the loser, as cruel as it was. There was Sylvia (or Sylvie, as she called her) as well. At face value, she looked like a typical braindead cheerleader blonde, but underneath that, Sylvie was the smartest person Elly had known since her sister left, and it filled a strange sort of void for her. Brian was a foreign exchange student from Latveria, which was more than enough reason for her to drag him into her circle. I mean, everyone heard crazy shit about that place, so how could she resist that temptation? Beyond that, though, he was a pretty chill guy in general. Ulysses was an off one for her, because he was simply so utterly...Tame. As dull as they came. Maybe it was a stupid reason for it, but that was enough to force him into this. Now, why did I bring up all these individuals?

Because tragedy would soon strike.

It was her sophomore year in High School, and a unique opportunity presented itself to her. A so-called 'nature retreat' where students would get the chance to take a field trip to a massive fjord over in Canada; it would be a two-day trip; one to get there and see the sights, and another for the return trip. Normally, she would've thought it was boring, but...The idea of leaving New York behind, if only for a bit, was exhilarating. Something practically compelled her to go. So, instead of getting her stupid parents' permission, Elly did the next natural conclusion; forge their handwriting and hand in the slip for the visit. In the end, she even convinced a large chunk of her 'friend group' (even if she barely knew most of them) to take the trip with her, including those mentioned previously. When they did arrive, however, Eleanora had found the thrills of a whole new country...Less than stellar. So, as always, she took things into her own hands. When the guides were distracted, she skulked off with her group, over 20 rambunctious and rebellious high-schoolers strong, and took their own tour of the fjord. What she couldn't have possibly anticipated was the group finding a hidden crevice in the fjord, with an unusual, starkly blue crystal standing imposingly on an ages-old pedestal.

Naturally, Eleanora was the first to approach, enthralled with the thrumming that seemed to emit from the strange crystalline structure. Cautiously, Fionna followed behind her close friend, and Sylvia went along as well. Victor, perhaps nervous of being left out, or eager to be involved in such a major find, surged forward to stand next to Elly as she examined the peculiar thing, leaving Brian and Ulysses awkwardly behind the bulk of the small group fitting into what looked to be some sort of chamber. It was man-made, or at least looked the part. While the others were looking around in confusion and awe, against her own better judgement and that of Fi's, Elly touched the crystal.

And all Hell broke loose.

At a touch, it almost seemed to react to her presence, the thrumming heard before could now be felt throughout the entire room, and in a blink, before she could make a reaction, it exploded, expelling a cobalt-blue mist that quickly flooded the chamber room, and even drifted upwards through the crevice they'd found, reaching the rest of their friends. Before long, all six students felt as if their bodies were seizing up, and around them formed glistening cocoons, as if they were caterpillars finally getting the chance to hatch. The experience was agonizing, and yet strangely peaceful, in a way Eleanora would never be able to explain. Like her entire self was being rewritten, or...No, more like some empty part of her she never knew she had was finally being scribed into existence, and she revolted against every moment of it. When the process ended, Eleanora tore out like a rabid beast, her mind flared up with confusion and anger. When she came to, she realized the others were still in those awful cocoons. Part of her wanted to tear them out and be done with it, but...No. She had to think this through. They needed help, and it wasn't the kind she could offer. So she hauled herself through the crack in the room, reaching where the rest of her nameless friends ought to be. They could at least...

When she found them, it was far too late. Each and every one of them, preserved in perfect, statuesque form, like someone perishing in a volcanic eruption, forever captured in their moments of agony. In that moment of sheer horror, she accidentally bumped into one of them as they miserably crumbled away...And somehow, even more concerningly for her, that selfsame pile of ash(?) soon turned into a stack of...Sprinkles? The ice beneath her, too...When she looked down, it had turned softer, and much whiter, and the place smelled distinctly of vanilla. This...This was too much. Way too much.

From below, Elly heard a voice. It was Fionna! Oh, thank God. She was asking for a hand to get out; apparently the crack they'd slipped through was a bit too small for her, which seemed ridiculous, but honestly, she'd take anything to get her mind away from whatever the HELL happened up here. Quickly, she reached her hand down to Fi, trying to pull her up, only for her bestie to yank her down back into the chamber with shocking force that neither of them had been prepared for. Luckily the iron-clad grip of her once-wimpy friend kept her from just checking into the solid floor now beneath her, but it still had the unfortunate result of dragging her back into the room, and just as things were getting interesting...

Sylvie popped out of her weird metamorphosis, and almost immediately her body turned into pure electricity. Well, that was different. While she was still recovering from that horrifying new experience, with the two girls doing their best to calm her down, someone different emerged; Brian. And-hey, wait, where the hell was Ulysse-Eleanora didn't have time to finish that thought, and would have to be extremely thankful of Fionna if they ever met again, since she shielded her bodily from what was to come. When Brian finally emerged, much like Sylvia, his powers turned on like a switch, and they were MUCH more explosive. A wave of plasma tore through the room, shattering walls and bringing down sheets of ice and stone upon the lot of them. In the panic, Elly vaguely made out the electric shape of Sylvia bolting her way towards the surface. Having taken the brunt of the punishment, Eleanora could tell that Fi had completely passed out (though she was just thankful she wasn't dead, honestly). Still, the worst was yet to come.

From the blast, poor Victor had been forcibly ripped from his cocoon prematurely, and whether that was the cause of what happened next, or his power would've always been like this, Elly couldn't possibly tell. What she could tell was after he crawled out from the wreckage of his little gross organic pod, he began convulsing, barfed out what looked like fucking tar, and it swallowed him up to make some horrifying shadow-thing that instantly lunged for Brian. With the two of them going at it, and an unconscious Fionna by her side, Eleanora panicked, and did the only thing she could think of...

She fled.

Using her new powers, she bore a tunnel to the surface by shifting ice into a flow of cola that consequently spilled out into the remains of the chamber, distracting the warring pair long enough for her to make her escape...Leaving Fionna behind. She didn't think she could fight them, or make them stop, or even survive if she did stick around. Everything in her head was telling her to run, and so she had. By the time she made it to the surface, perhaps instinctively at this point, she formed a mass of snow topside into a horrific mess of a creature...But it had wings. That was all she needed. She flew back to New York, and beyond a panicked letter sent off to her sister in some vain hope of her being able to fix things, Eleanora closed herself off from her old life, picking up an apartment and trying desperately to find out how to fix her life.

Flash forward about 2 years, and you make it to the now, where her sister had only a few months ago stumbled into her humble abode looking like an emaciated corpse (and kinda smelling like one too, honestly). The whole situation was insane, between her sister's condition, and all the shit she'd gotten roped into by Harold, but...Strangely, it kind of comforted her, to have something stable (if horribly chaotic) in her life again, after everything that had happened to her in the fjord. Maybe things were looking up...

Or maybe she was just about to reach her next fall.

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Powerset:

• Inhuman Physiology - As an Inhuman (not that Eleanora's aware that is what she is), Elly now possesses a superhuman physique that is complimented by the fact that she was already originally a fairly fit person. She's strong enough to lift nearly 1000 lbs., run at over 40 MPH, and has increased tissue density (far from impervious, but it does mean she can get tossed and smashed around better than an average person, at least), though her most notable physical feat that was further improved was her flexibility and overall agility, as she can move in unprecedented ways with surprising speed and accuracy. Her new genetics also carry some downsides, but that can be tackled later.
• Sucrose Creations- Whether by direct contact or by being in the general vicinity, Eleanora can convert non-living matter into a sugary substitute of any sort she can imagine. As long as it possesses at least a moderate level of sugar, she can molecularly shift things into them. This commonly takes the form of sweets, though she can also make many baked good or sugary beverages. The amount she can generate is directly correlated to the original source of the raw materials. The more to work with, the bigger things can go. She can also change individual pieces of things, such as turning a sword into a collection of jelly beans, or inversely, only turning a segment of a concrete wall into gingerbread. There are some notable limitations to this ability, which will be gotten into later.
• Confectionary Creatures - When Elly creates things from non-living matter, she can choose to shape it into certain forms and imbue them with sapience; the ability to think and act of their own volitions. The lengths of which are largely untested by her, but she's made many animals with her abilities, and her greatest achievement with this ability thus far is her so-called 'Peppermint Butler', who seems to possess an intellect comparable to a human being, despite being the equivalent of a walking peppermint. These creations, at least thus far from her experiences, are subservient to her, and the ones she has made who can talk often refer to her as some kind of Goddess or queenly figure. It...Weirds her out.
• Bubblegum Hair - A...Peculiar extension of her abilities, after awaking from Terrigenesis, Elly found that her normal red hair had been converted into a mass of bubblegum masquerading as such. At a glance, it can look just like real hair, but getting a closer look, or feeling it, it becomes extremely obvious, given that it is one solid mass and incredibly sticky, as if a wad of chewed gum became perfectly solid, yet somehow still rather fluid. She can mentally control the hair to some extent, but this is a shaky ability for her still. Also, it regenerates, which means it's pretty much impossible to maintain it correctly anymore, much to her dismay...

Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• Heart Pendant: While the original copy of this item was destroyed in the incident that turned her into an Inhuman, she created a candy replica, being a literal sweet heart. When opened, it has a picture painstakingly recreated with sugary substitutes that shows a younger Elly (who used to have red hair), alongside her older sister Eden, embracing with a smile.
• Sickly Sweet's Princess Attire: In spite of seeming like a gorgeous princess-like ensemble, upon closer inspection, everything about it is just a myriad of sweets. The dress itself? Just a mixture of uniquely solidified whipped cream and a candy floss, not unlike cotton candy. Her heels? Made of solid rock candy (which makes for a real bitch to be kicked by, by the way). And her crowning tiara? Actually a cookie cake covered in a pure silvery frosting, and bejeweled with shiny candy rock replicas of actual gemstones. God forbid she get hit by any water wearing this...
• Velvet & Peppermint Butler: While calling them 'equipment' might be harsh, it's about where they fall. Velvet is Eleanora's personal ride; that being a giant chocolate bunny that has about the same intellect as one, beyond its unflinching loyalty to its creator and owner. While it is very cute, it's even useful beyond that, able to travel at about the speeds of a car and leap buildings in a single bound. Peppermint Butler, on the other hand, is the personal handservant she created for herself one night she got bored in her apartment. He serves loyally, cleaning up after her and keeping track of any arrangements she makes. While she'd never admit it, she also kinda used him as a free therapist for a while, with...Variable results.

Weaknesses:

• Inhuman Physiology: While becoming Inhuman came with a lot of physical perks, it does have one downside; her body's immune system was drastically weakened, the same as most Inhumans, making her very vulnerable to diseases and infections. Luckily, due to her own abilities, she rarely catches normal illnesses, as most hostile germs and the like that enter her vicinity are instinctually turned into pure sugar. This does have the bizarre downside of her being almost constantly covered in a extremely thin layer of sugar crystals. Still, it means injected viruses and the like could prove severely dangerous for her health.
• Sucrose Conversion Process: The particulars of her abilities are fascinating and odd in equal measure. For one, while she can alter things at a distance, the time it takes for her to effect objects is based primarily on proximity to her; the close the target, the quicker the effects, and direct contact can mean near-instantaneous conversions. However, it is also based on the materials in question. Anything less dense than stone or concrete don't take long at all, but the tougher and more dense a material is, the more effort she must exert and time she requires to make changes, meaning her powers are hard-pressed against super-alloys like Vibranium and Adamantium, to name a few. Additionally, while her changed creations can be lighter than their origins (and typically are), their density can...Fluctuate. The general rule of thumb is, at her own whims, she can make the sugary creations she generates either somewhat tougher or somewhat weaker than their source materials, and this is also dependent on exactly what sort of confection she makes the materials. For instance, if she took a slab of concrete and turned it into, say...A brownie shield, she could keep it just as tough as concrete, crank it up a few notches, or even make it weak enough she might be able to break through it herself. It all depends on her.
• Water: Anyone could tell you that water doesn't play nice with sugar, as it dissolves it and breaks it apart evenly through the liquid. This is ultimately true of Sickly Sweet's creations as well, where most of them (especially less solid creations) are prone to completely falling apart at the contact of enough water. Also, when her hair gets wet, it becomes hard and heavy, enough so that it usually drags Elly down with it. Needless to say, she can't really swim anymore.
• Irrational: While Eleanora does her best to keep herself under control, she is prone to bouts of extreme emotional outbursts, for better or worse. Having one of these breakdowns mid-fight is usually a really bad sign, for a number of reasons. While it could technically leave her vulnerable, it also tends to make her powers run haywire in the moment, which could lead to danger for everyone involved.
• Attached: She'd never admit to it verbally, but she cares immensely about the people close to her, so much so that she prioritizes them over herself in many ways. Exploited correctly, this serves as a huge vulnerability to her. This extends doubly so to her sister, who she is very defensive about.

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I love my sis to bits, but...A lot's happened since we were last together, and without even getting into the whole 'I mutated myself into a monster' bit, there's always been a few things that rubbed me the wrong way...But I won't leave her. She's dangerous, sure, but I'm more concerned how she may hurt herself with how she's going, and I won't let that happen. We'll protect each other and face whatever the future holds. Together.

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Ana. Ugh. She'd be so fuckin' cool if she didn't just give a shit about 'the Hunt' or 'making her father proud'. Seriously, it's about half of what she talks about. And the other half? Talking about my sister. Oh, excuse me, I meant talking about HUNTING my sister. Not! Cool! She's lucky she's as badass as she is, and that Harold's the one who brought her on board. Otherwise? I'd throw her ass into the zoo where she belongs.

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Terry's cool. And a little sad, too, but that could go for any of us. Seriously, though, I thought my power sucked. At least I don't turn into giant spiders or pissed-off teachers, or someone's super-ripped dad. That last one's towards Ana, BTdubs; when he's around her, he literally turns into her dead dad. Talk about weird. Hard not to feel bad for him having to go through all that, and it's even harder not to appreciate the fact he's still trying. Me? Sheesh, I can barely handle the fact that I turned my phone into a pop tart yesterday. No way I'd be able to tolerate his BS.

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Jenni? Oh, she's great! She's real, um...What's the word...? Taciturn? That sounds right. Normally most people don't like that, but me? All for it! I love talking, and she's happy to let me just yap my trap off. I always appreciate a good listener. That, and when she does speak up, it's snappy and sassy more often than not. What's not to love? She's also pretty happy I managed to net her that suit she wears around all the time now, so she can actually act like a normal person and not like the living chemical weapon she technically is. But what are friends for?

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Okay, gonna preface this; Harold is fucking weird. No one in their right mind takes up being a costume-wearing nutcase as a way of paying respect to their deadbeat dad who did the same crap (if he asks, I never said any of that). Yet, that's what he does. Mad respect. You've gotta be crazy to do something this ridiculous, and here he is! I've known him for over a year, after I picked him up off the street after he got jumped by ninjas (his words, not mine). He kinda accidentally dragged me into his sphere of criminal influence, but honestly? Took to it like a duck to water. Been helping him here and then ever since, and we eventually developed this ragamuffin team we have now! I'm still the boss though. He's like...A Co-manager. But a cool one! Not like every actual manager out there.

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Real Name: Laura Kinney

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Alias/Nicknames: Wolverine, Previously X-23.

Appearance: Much like her genetic father, Laura Kinney is not particularly tall, standing at 5'1, she is never the less somewhat closer to average height, relatively, than Logan. In most other hereditary aspects she resembles her mother, sporting the same green eyes and a striking facial resemblance. Despite being raised as a brutal weapon, and many such dramatic events from a young age, Laura has maintains long black hair with surprisingly gentle care, one of the few 'normal' activities she shared with her mother carrying on into her life as a whole. Throughout her childhood and early to mid adolescence Laura has been wiry, almost lanky (despite her height) in build, little more than the muscle required for her designed role as a living weapon. Whether a planned part of her 'progamming,' her natural development, the fact she quite commonly pushes into five digits with her daily calorie intake or a combination of all of the above, Laura has quite dramatically developed into a shapely, if athletic, young woman over the last year and a half. Having a bit of a reputation for being a 'weird goth child' the sudden glow up is something no doubt noted by other students, to which the young woman herself remains oblivious, uncaring, or both.

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Personality: While Logan had little to do with Laura's early life, one could be forgiven for thinking otherwise. Much like her father, Laura is brash, prone to anger and possess a grim sense of humour. A matter of debate, but it may seem she has even less patience than the famous firebrand that is the original Wolverine. Despite this, Laura takes considerable effort to attempt to control her more violent urges, tying into her great loathing of feeling like the weapon she was created to be. She may not be a hugely popular or social person, but those she does care about she does so intensely, easily willing and able to put aside her own feelings on matters to enjoy things on another's behalf. Most of all, she is driven to prove she is worthy of her father's legacy, and worthy of being considered a person rather than simply the assassin she was forged to be.

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History: Laura Kinney, codenamed X-23, was born in a secret laboratory hidden deep within the heart of the Weapon X program. The facility was dedicated to the sinister purpose of creating genetically enhanced super-soldiers. Since the only genetic sample from Weapon X was damaged, Sarah Kinney, the lead geneticist on the project, was unable to salvage the Y chromosome. Kinney proposed the creation of a female genetic twin. Her request was initially denied. After 22 failed attempts at reconstituting the DNA using a duplicate X chromosome, the 23rd sample yielded a viable sample to combine with an embryo. Although Kinney was allowed to proceed, she was force to act as the surrogate mother of the specimen. For nine months, Kinney's every move was monitored. Finally, she gave birth to "X-23." It was Sarah who gave 'the experiment' her name, Laura. While heavily monitored and forced into a childhood program that focused on raising her to fight and kill, Sarah tried to provide a more humane approach where she could. While this was ultimately futile in preventing the conditioning, it did mean that Laura bonded with Sarah.

The worst treatments were to come once Laura reached her seventh birthday. Not willing to wait for Laura's mutant gifts to manifest during the usual time frame of early adolescence, the Weapon X program exposed her to radiation poisoning to activate her healing factor. Once this was successful, the true horror began, with Laura's claws, having developed two hand-claws and a single foot spike, being removed, coated with adamantium and surgically reattached. Having learned from previous experiments that applying the full adamantium skeleton on a growing child with a healing factor ended in disaster, the program developed a bio-metallic weave of adamantium, secretly based on technology gathered from the remains of the Ultron project, and applied this to Laura's skeleton instead. While still creating great suffering in the process of growth, it would no longer restrict the skeleton from growing and allowing Laura to reach maturity. The finally element of Laura's conditioning was the teaching of a 'trigger scent' a specific chemical combination which would send X-23 into a violent rage upon encountering it, honing in on the source as a target.

As soon as Laura had recovered from the harrowing surgical procedures, she was put into the field, at not even 10 years old being hired out as the premium method of assassination and other wetwork missions. Laura's already violent upbringing only escalated, and increasingly what humanity she had began to slip away. Unbeknownst to Laura, and even Sarah to an extent, a power struggle was brewing within the Weapon-X program. The project lead, Doctor Sutter, against the man who had been his protege, Doctor Rice.

During this time, Sarah's niece Megan was abducted by a serial killer; she smuggled X-23 out of the facility to rescue her. X-23 tracked the abductor to his apartment, killed him, and freed Megan. Sarah was fired when she returned and was escorted off the base. Shortly thereafter, Rice assigned X-23 to eliminate Sutter and his family. He ordered her to keep it secret. X-23 revealed to Sarah that Rice was responsible for the murders. Before Sarah left, Rice revealed a chamber containing the incubation pods for subjects X-24 through X-50.

Sarah drafted a letter to her daughter, assigning her a final mission: destroy the pods and kill Rice. X-23 succeeded and met her mother, and they prepared to flee. However, prior to his death, Rice exposed Sarah to the trigger scent. X-23 went into a murderous frenzy and killed her mother. As she lay dying, Sarah told X-23 that her name was Laura and that she loved her, and handed her the letter and pictures of Charles Xavier, Wolverine, and the Xavier Institute.

During her attempts to reach the Xavier Institute, Laura had to evade pursuit on multiple fronts. While she had succeeded in destroying (at least her facility) the Weapon X program, many of its financial backers became aware of her part and her existence, seeking to reclaim her as a part of their investment. At the same time, SHIELD had become aware of her role in various murders during her time acting on behalf of the program, and so both, for very different reasons, looked to capture her. This ultimately resulted in a stand off outside the Xavier Institute, as so close to her end goal she was cornered. The X-Men themselves may not have acted, were it not for Logan immediately identifying Laura's healing factor and claws as hallmarks of his own genetics, and no doubt another survivor of the Weapon-X program. With her mutant identity confirmed, the X-Men stepped in, declaring the young woman to be under their protection. While this did much to prevent the more nefarious elements from acting on that day, SHEILD was not so easily placated, and the process of proving that Laura was as much a victim of foul forces as her targets had been were lengthy.

The willingness of Charles Xavier to play along with the politics of the situation was a key factor in Logan eventually leaving the X-Men to temporarily join the Avengers, and similarly placed Laura in a twilight zone of loyalties. She well understands the plight of her fellow mutants and the need for the X-Men, but nevertheless understands the Avengers weariness towards them. When the Avengers Academy was founded, Logan approached his daughter to be one of a number of mutants that would instead take part in that program as an effort to further integrate mutant superheroes with their human and metahuman counterparts, and even beyond their growing familial bond, she was keen to agree.

Having taken her first steps as a now publicly known hero, and with Logan taking on a mentor role, Laura has begun to use the name 'Wolverine' a title passed on by Logan in recognition of his faith in her.

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Powerset:

• Regenerative Healing Factor - Laura's primary mutant power is her healing factor, derived from Logan's genetic code. Just as powerful as her father's, Laura is able to fully heal massive damage, even able to reattach or regrow limbs. It has yet to be tested if she can fully regrow from as little surviving material as Logan, but there is so far no reason to suggest otherwise. Her healing factor, somewhat differently to Logan, seems to fluctuate with her mental state.
• Accute Senses - Laura has far greater vision, hearing and sense of smell than a baseline human, being comparable to various predatory animals. The most notable improvement is her ability to track scents, being so advanced that she can smell high cholesterol in blood samples, or detect previously undiagnosed illnesses, much akin to some service canines.
• Superhuman agility/reflexes - A combination of extensive training and her increased abilities, Laura is far more agile and with much faster reflexes than even a highly trained human.
• Claws/Skeleton - Laura possess four sets of claws, double claws on her hands and single claws on her feet. These are coated entirely in adamantium as well as naturally being hardier and sharper than human bone. Each use of them creates punctures in her skin, but these are quickly healed. Similar, but not identically, to Logan, Laura's skeleton is covered in a semi-biological weave of adamantium, formed by the same construction process as the biomechanical skinweave of Ultron. This makes her incredibly hardy, as well as heavy.
• Psychic Defences - Whether a result of her healing factor or intensive conditioning, Laura is remarkably resistant to psychic attacks, probes and control. Far from a true immunity, it simply takes even powerful telepaths a concerted effort to read or control her.

Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• Wolverine Suit - Laura now wears a suit of similar design to her father's iconic Wolverine suit. It is highly resistant to damage, heat and cold (if not quite as much as the woman who wears it) as well as being largely porous in order to not restrict her movements and keen senses.

Weaknesses:

• Anger/Impatience: Laura was raised to be a killer, to put the mission above all else. While she has worked hard to break down the conditioning placed upon her, this still manifests as a heightened sense of aggression and impatience to 'get the job done' whatever that task might be.
• Kill Scent: The kill scent that was used by the Weapon X program to control Laura is still very much 'out there' and so far even mind control will not prevent Laura from aggressively seeking to kill the source, her body working entirely independently of her mind to complete the programming.
• Heavy: While not always a true weakness, Laura is incredibly dense, the adamantium across her bones and claws causing her to weigh far more than her frame might suggest. Swimming is almost impossible beyond a few brief moments, along with other tasks which require bouyancy/a lack of weight.

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"Whole lot of nothing out here." A rock wasn't a particularly comfy seat either, but it would suffice, as Laura looked over the surrounding area. A great swathe of Nevada stretched out before her, and as commented, not much else. Not much else beyond the burned-out shell of a structure behind her, built into the rocky slope.

"Wouldn't be much of a secret rogue installation if they built it in a mall." Logan drew close enough to offer comment, which given the two mutants in question, was still a fair distance, their enhanced senses more than making up for the span of meters. Logan dropped the now empty fuel can he had been carrying, casting it aside as he drew closer to the young woman waiting for him in the baking desert heat.

"I get that, but what if you get bored of evil facility cafeteria food? Can't even grab a bit of doordash?" Laura grinned just a little as she stood up and stretched, working the tension out of muscles that were still feeling her hardwired propensity to violence. Even after the pair had just 'overseen' the shutting down of another sleeper-cell facility of the project which had, in different decades, shaped both of their lives, her altered physiology called for more violence. It proved useful in the next moment, however, as she caught a projectile aimed straight for her face. A projectile which turned out to be a Rocky road bar. Shortly unwrapped and the first bite taken, Laura never the less furnished Logan with a raised eyebrow.

"You joke about food when you're hungry, which is most of the time." The man replied with a grunt, taken up a seat on the rock Laura had only just vacated.

"Screw you old man." She retorted between bites, yet still leant towards him, one hand atop his shoulder as she used Logan as a stand for balance, studying again the whole load of nothing which made up this particular isolated valley of Nevada.

In countless previous exchanges Logan would have reposted in similar kind, but on this occassion he was silent, studying Laura for a few moments before nodding, with the ghost of a smile. "Suppose I am getting on a bit."

The sudden bought of severity, even of a warm kind, caught her off guard, and she couldn’t quite hide or shrug off the sudden frown of concentration across her features. "What’s eating you then?" While not obviously warm, there was no true harshness to her.

”This is the last facility we have a lead on, might even be the actual end of the project.” The pair of them rarely said the actual words, rarely gave the infamous Weapon-X program the validation of their recognition, but it had defined both of their lives. As the pair had began to drift from the Xavier Institute, they had refocused on putting a stop to the myriad of sleeper cells and successor programs that had cropped up in the years since the last major attempt to resurrect the weapon program. In the twisted manner of Logan and Laura’s lives, this was something close to the father and daughter bonding that the circumstances of their lives had robbed them of.

“Heads of the Hydra.” She mused with a pessimistic tone, but it did not betray true fear or regret for that. For all the importance of eradicating the program, she had enjoyed the simplicity of the last few months, and the chance to spend time with her gene-father without the wider moralizing of Xavier.

“Maybe, but this isn’t the way to find who you are, to be the best person you could be.” Logan’s tone held a rare hint of hope, a belief in a future that could be. “The Stark Foundation are setting up an Academy, training the next generation of those who might make a difference. They’ve asked me to teach, but I’ve said they can stick the job if they don’t take you into the program.” He drew closer as he spoke, placing one hand on her shoulder, the claws of his hand retreating within the sheathe of his own skin. “And if I’m retiring to some cushy tenure, I want you to have this.” His other hand moved to the prongs of his cowl, pulling it free to hold over the yellow and black mask of his suit.

A thousand and one comments passed through her mind, silly jokes and retorts to diffuse the chance of true emotion, but instead she pulled her arms around him, hugging close to the man she had once cursed the name of. ”Thank you Logan,”

“You’re welcome, Wolverine.”

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Real Name: Mazie Natchios Murdock

Age: 18, born on January 7th, 2024

Gender: Cisgender Female

Alias/Nicknames: She goes by Crimson Angel in many circles as this is her hero alias, many do decide to call her Angel in articles or when shouting her name in battle but it was truly her father who first called his precious daughter Angel and now the name stuck around.

Color Choice: Angel will be using the color Crimson (#ab1021) as her dialog color.

Appearance: Mazie is striking, literally. Many first notice her eyes, the blue of them the color of the hottest fire, locking onto her opponents gaze before the impact of hers fist against their body. Her skin is pale with a warm olive undertone, harkening back to her Greek heritage, although it may be too pale to remind anyone of warm Mediterranean days, mostly because her skin is always covered by tight red and black leather. Her hair is the color of a starless night sky during a new moon, pitch black, and constantly tousled from being dragged behind her at high speeds while she sails on her motorcycle. She has a petite and pert nose that is always rosy and red along with her round cheeks that denote how wind whipped they are, either from a brisk New York winter or riding recklessly without her helmet on. Her mouth, lush and red, is either going to be found pouting or wrapped around a burger for Angel has a voracious appetite. Her eating habits surprise many but seldom know just how many calories she has to consume to keep her figure. Standing at 5 feet and 9 inches, she’s taller than most human females and her tight outfits allude to her well honed skills as a mixed martial artist. While she could argue that she has picked her wardrobe based on how easily she’s able to move in it, it would be a lie. She mainly dresses in the colors black and red, the first to match her midnight black hair and the other out of sheer respect and love for her Murdock heritage. At her mother’s encouragement though, her tight leather outfits always seem to have either the center chest area missing or a convenient lack of cloth where her thighs are. Angel would like to pretend that she is mixing the best of both worlds, though she does find satisfaction at the amount of attention her outfits get on Instagram. If you’ve had the pleasure of meeting her in person you may notice that she smells like a mixture of cedarwood, worn leather, and peppermint, a combination of spending too much time around her father’s offices and the oils she uses to soothe her aching muscles after training.

Personality: Angel tries to be compassionate, agreeable, and generous in all of her interactions. Yes, she is the superhero that helps a little old lady cross the street. Yes, she does volunteer with the homeless. Yes, she does bake cookies in her free time and gives them to her friends. Yes, this is all genuine and heartfelt, there is nothing she loves more than making others happy and doing work for the health and well being of those in need. Of course this comes at a cost, because it is… exhausting. Underneath that fair facade she keeps up as the perfect Superhero daughter she's funny, quick witted, charming, and sometimes bumbling. Of course, very few know her enough to have gotten to that part of her personality and even fewer know of the self-doubt, the angst, and the insurmountable pressure she feels under all of those smiles.

History: When Mazie Murdock was born to Elektra Natchios and Matthew Murdock, they could have sworn that time stood still. Matt held Mazie in his arms and whispered to his daughter, “the Murdock boys may have devils inside them, but you are an angel sent to earth, my sweet girl.”
And an angel she was, inheriting both her mother and father’s agility along with her fathers heightened senses, she always used them to help others. A bully on the playground? Swiftly dealt with. An distressed owner looking for their dog at the park? Reunited within minutes. Mazie always lent a hand to those in need before it was even asked. She was praised constantly for her deeds by her father and her mother beamed proudly at just how much her “mini me” had gotten her father’s personality.
Being the daughter of a reformed assassin and a previous vigilante, Mazie grew up knowing of her parents' double lives. She knew that she wanted to follow closely in their footsteps, knowing that both of them had hurt, anger, and grief in their hearts, but ultimately and always choosing good in the end. So Mazie knew that even though she had to fight these same feelings off, she could do it, and always choose good as well. Knowing this, she came to her parents at 14 and asked for their training in her abilities. She trained daily in-between her private tutoring lessons to finish highschool, working on honing her heightened senses as well as training extensively in many martial arts. The combination of her parents' training made her strong, wise, and deft. She was quiet in her movements, making her a perfect candidate for her mothers previous career path but she was also brave and nearly fearless like her father, stopping at nothing until her mission was done. She was proud to call them both her parents. She would follow in their footsteps for only a short time, for she would make a new name for herself as the Crimson Angel. A legacy that she would continue, but a legend she would write herself.

Powerset:

• Heightened Senses: Angel can hear, see, smell, taste, and feel more than the average human, this has only continued to be honed over the years as this was an innate trait she was born with. This gives her an advantage in many different situations, from interpersonal relationships to battle. When she enters this meditative state of mind, reaction time slows down for her and she is able to focus on her senses so she may make a split second decision.
• Durable: It seems as though Angel is able to take a few more hits than her average human, it still hurts like hell but Murdocks always get back up.
• Martial Arts Master: Angel is well versed in multiple forms of martial arts and other various fighting styles, with teachers such as her parents and Iron Fist himself, it’s no wonder she prefers hand to hand combat. She uses a mixture of Judo, Aikido, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu mainly, because she prefers to disable opponents rather than harm them, but she has been known to accidentally let her demons out while fighting…
• Chi Manipulation: Angel is able to find pressure points and disable her foes with quick taps to key points on their body to stop the flow of their energy.

Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• Ducati Panigale V4S (Angel's Wings): Affectionately called “her wings” Angel rides a supersport motorcycle around New York city. Capable of speeds near 185 MPH, the Crimson Angel herself leaves a red flash wherever she goes. She feels the most freedom while riding and it is her preferred mode of transportation.
• Three Section Staff: If and when Angel uses a weapon, she will be found using a three section staff to incapacitate and down her opponents.
• Kunai with Chains: Strapped to both her wrists are two leather cufflets holding onto Kunais with chains. The kunai themselves are magnetized onto the leather cuffs and when Angel flings them from her wrists, very thin and silver chains follow the striking metal kunai. She uses these weapons to lodge them into her opponents soft flesh, creating slack in the chains and whipping the chains around the opponent to stop movement if she cannot enter hand to hand combat right away. When finished using them, the chains retract back into the cuffs and the kunai magnetize back into a safe place until they are used again.
• Snacks: It’s no secret that Angel is a foodie, it’s all over her Instagram page, but somehow she always has snacks hidden on her tight leather bodysuits, no one really knows where she hides them and many don’t want to ask.

Weaknesses:

• Being a plain ass human: when the world around you has superheros, mutants, and even Gods themselves, being a plain ol’ human can feel daunting.
• Constraints: if her body is constrained in anyway, her only weapon is taken from her
• Her family and friends: she would do anything to keep those she loves protected
• The devil inside her: Angel always does her best to be just that, but sometimes the rage and hurt in her heart leaves room for her demons to come and play
  
  

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Issue #0/Testing Post:

Sunlight reflected heavily upon the lake's surface, shining back up onto Mazie’s face and warming her cheeks. She laid lazily on the bank of the freshwater and watched as her best friends swung from ropes tied to tall trees and splashed onto the aquamarine water. Danielle liked to show off and fly a bit higher than the rope swung her to do more aerial tricks, while Ian always made the biggest cannonballs. She smiled at her friends and basked in both the warmth of the sun and their laughter.

As the final days of summer slipped away, a sense of both excitement and nostalgia filled Mazie's heart. She had spent countless summers here at the Rogers’ farm, but this one was different. She could feel her childhood slipping away from her as the sunset upon the day. This was the last summer she would spend before going to the academy, before being a hero. Anticipation swirled heavily in her stomach. Ian walked up to the bank where Mazie was sitting, “I know that look, what’s wrong?”

Mazie blushed heavily and brushed her wet hair behind her ear, “aren’t you, I don’t know, at least a little nervous for the academy tomorrow?” Mazie watched as Ian sat next to her in the shallow water, she glanced with both admiration and expectation, waiting for his thoughts.

He smiled at her, the one he always saved for her when she was nervous, the one that crinkled his eyes, “of course I am,” he shoved his shoulder against her in a playful nature, “but the excitement for this new chapter in my life wins out.” She watches him as he gazes past what’s in front of them, as if he could see New York city right now, as if he could see the Academy itself.

Mazie looks down at her hands as they rest in her lap, languorous little water droplets slid from her thigh and back into the water, as if they remembered where they were meant to be. On the whisper of the breeze Mazie admitted, “ I am afraid of losing myself,” I’m also afraid of losing the two of you… the rest of her sentence lost to the late summer wind.

“This is where you’ll find yourself Mazie, this is where you’ll become who you were always meant to be.” Ian grabbed her bowed head, forcing her to look into his sapphire eyes. “You’re already kind, funny, and generous. Imagine how much more you’ll grow.” The blush on her cheeks deepened as he complimented her.

“Could you just promise me one little thing?” she asked as she held her hand up to show just how tiny this ask would be.

He smiled, “anything for you, Angel”

She giggled at the use of her childhood nickname but soon sobered as the reality hit that many more will be calling her that as her hero alias. Some in desperation, some in triumph, some as their dying breath… She shook her head to lose the thought.

Mazie took his hands in her, it was almost laughable how much of a size difference there was, and stared deeply and longingly into his eyes once again, “stay safe, please. Do everything in your power to keep yourself safe…”
He switched places of their hands, grasping hers much more firmly in his, “always, Angel, always…”
They sat there, hand in hand, and watched as the sun set upon the last day of summer, lingering on the promise kept between them.

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Real Name: Jason Alexander Smith (the name given to him at the facility he was in) ((Daniel Craig Taylor" is his actual birth name when he went missing as a kid, but its not what he goes by currently either.))

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Alias/Nicknames: Alcides

Color Choice: Coral

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Appearance: A younger man with a physique seemingly that that of an ancient greco-roman statue, which is to say his body is at its uttermost prime and then some to an extent enabled by the modified Extremis he was exposed to and treated with for over a decade. His body and face and limbs and such are muscular, toned, and well-defined to a a frankly superhuman level in terms of body shape and build, and yet overall he is not overly large akin to big bodybuilders either in the end. Could even keep that build even if he stopped working out, frankly, due to how his body was altered by modified Extremis as well over the years. His height of 5'11" falls below that of 6-foot-tall people, but is tall enough to reach the top shelf spectacularly well while having to avoid low-hanging entranceways as a tradeoff. His once childhood-age dirty blonde hair has been altered and tweaked to be jet black by this point, and his eyes are a dark chocolate brown color that he seemingly still had as a young child at least. While not pale or otherwise tan-skinned naturally, though, he can still get a proper tan rather than burn in the sun as well.

((Appearance pic link is here.

What The Aegis Looks Like))

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Personality:

A person who could be seen as a ‘true stoic’, having learned how to endure much without showing any visible emotion and while keeping his mouth properly and tightly shut. To others Jason would likely appear ‘unfeeling’ and ‘no-nonsense’ otherwise, or simply like a ‘man of action but no words unless they’re barking orders’, but in reality it's more he’s been trained and pushed and frankly forced to learn how to compartmentalize, internalize, process, and then handle his emotions and such in a different way than most humans normally do. Otherwise he can and is able to express himself much like other human beings, though it's taken a solid year in SHIELD custody to get him to do it somewhat more naturally and learn how to better ‘flip the expressive switch’ inside of his head when doing so in a mental sense. It isn’t perfect, but it's more than he ever had the option of being able to do before. In that sense he’s ‘grown’ in the human sense since his capture.

He is also someone who enjoys spicy foods and cooking, and is a nerd who enjoys ‘geeky’ type of media and cheeky silly pop-culture references since he first began to indulge in such things for the first time (even plays a few video games to boot). At the same time he has remained someone highly-disciplined in how he holds himself and acts in general, and continues to do so. He is someone who enjoys sitting on the porch and watching the sun set over the hill, and feeling the cool air of a gentle fall breeze on his skin when sitting outside, or floating on his back in water even, to soothe his mind when he’s feeling either stressed enough or simply wants to be (or already is) lost in thought. He is also someone who has become detached from the trauma of his early childhood due to how he’s lived for over a decade by now, and yet at the same time retains some passing curiosity about it and is able to recall it with a superhuman clarity now that he never asked for in the first place. Yet he is also someone who feels a number of mixed emotions about those he was around in the past to boot, ones which have yet to unravel or be fully worked out as of yet.

In the end, Jason has expressed well enough that he ultimately wants to find a better course for himself. To do something better. To become someone better. Likewise, he has mostly without speaking sought to reclaim his humanity to enough of an extent moving forward. He is essentially a shooting star in the heavens, seeking a path all his own in a cold and dangerous universe that he is trying to better navigate now than he was able to before….but whose warmth and ‘warm spots’ have also consequently become more brightly visible to him than they were prior as well.

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History:

It all began with an idea. A goal. A vision. An advanced weapon platform, one similar to the likes of the legendary Iron Man and yet also surpassing his designs. Something akin to a ‘miniaturized mech’ worn as powered armor by the pilot, capable of incredible speed, precision, and firepower. Something that, in the mind of its original designer, would be a tool of hope for Earth’s people to use in a seemingly very much ‘mad’ universe. Alien invasions. Ultron. Magic. Technology. Mutants. Whatever had produced all these sorts of villains, they tore apart cities. Wrecked countries. Destroyed any sense of safety and comfort that humanity perhaps had at some point in time, whenever that last was, and made them reliant on the charity and whims of what boiled down to a small few who themselves were far from incorruptible.

This was what the eventual Greek-German polymath Atticus Meyer came to believe, even after moving to the United States with his family as a young boy after a traumatic disaster back home in Germany before rising up the ranks of academia and seeking to see his vision be made manifest. Was it an obsession for him? Certainly to some extent, and yet at the same time the genius of a man was shaped by the chaos of the places he and his family lived in before he set out on his own in his adulthood. Someone who had lived in a world where security was not guaranteed, technology was rapidly advancing, and where superheroes and horrible villains alike existed around him. Thus in the end Atticus would calculate his chances, look at potential avenues, and then approach a company known as the Paradigm Corporation in an effort to see his idea to fruition.

The Paradigm Corporation, a subsidiary of Hammer Industries, seemed to be the perfect target. It was no secret that Hammer Industries was on less than amicable terms with Stark Industries and its own superhero of a ‘leading man’, as it were, and thus the promise of defeating or surpassing the number one enemy of Hammer Industries’ own CEO would likely come off as wholly enticing. Too enticing to resist, even, as the polymath hoped. Tugging at contacts before approaching the Paradigm Corporation with his formal presentation, Atticus would in particular seek to bend the ears of Hammer Industries CEO Justin Hammer to him. Anything to ‘set the stage’ and ‘rig the odds’ in his favor before he went in. And indeed the idea would find purchase with the board of the Paradigm Corporation as its potential was brought to light, likewise being helped along as Hammer Industries’ CEO would put some notable but indirect pressure on the subsidiary to take on the project. Thus “Project Talos” would be brought into existence, as it would so be named, with Atticus being hired on to assist with the project at a black site under the company’s facilities under the supervision of the Paradigm Corporation’s own Head of R&D: Sergei Radovich.

The technology itself could be developed using various advanced designs and the like that were in existence on Earth, and there were also a number of necessary ‘acquisitions’ of things like alien wreckage or the like to study and use in the project’s development in turn over time. However, the main issue of the project ended up not being the technology as much as the….pilots. Even while the project’s initial prototypes were functional enough, their specs were greater than what a human being could handle at first. Likewise, dumbed down versions lacked the promised potential in terms of firepower and capabilities that the project had tempted Paradigm and Justin Hammer himself with. Human augmentation using things such as implants, prosthetics, protective clothing, and even illegally-acquired samples of Extremis only did so much to potentially bridge the gap. Likewise, despite falling into hiring on ‘highly resilient’ mutant test pilots most human or mutant test pilots alike were hurt or maimed in one way or another by the suit or the very means being used to try to adjust them to surviving use of the prototypes.

There was a development called an “inhibitor device” that would eventually be created in the pursuit of increasing pilot survivability as well. This device acted as a sort of ‘addition’ to the prototypes, as it would automatically monitor pilot health and adjust the prototype suits’ capabilities to be survivable for the pilot based on futuristic biometric data analysis. It saw a notable increase in test pilot efficiency and a vast drop in damage done to them, and some increased funding given to Project Talos at that, though even then it was only serving to hurt the end product by further degrading its capabilities when used in combination. It did, however, save a fortune on further medical bills and the like. Even so, its success was part of the frustrations of Project Talos only grew and Atticus as well as Sergei tried to find a solution.

This solution would come with the hiring of a few ‘less scrupulous’ individuals, a decision that was made at the rather indirectly-applied pressure of Justin Hammer to the Paradigm Corporation as he discreetly monitored the development of the project from afar. Cue the entrance of one ‘Sebastian Schmidt’, a genius biochemist of seemingly Swiss origins who was brought on-staff and would ultimately greatly contribute to the project with his expertise. Sebastian would seem to buddy up with Sergei as well as Atticus, acting as a more passive ‘guiding influence’ for the project’s work. With his contribution, many of the less effective methods of attempting to create a ‘proper pilot’ for the project would be pruned in one way or another. At the same time, it would be Atticus who was inspired by a targeted but seemingly innocuous suggestion that Sebastian made one late evening as the two worked alone in the lab: “Perhaps the problem is that you are trying to perform these changes on fully grown adults, people whose bodies are far less malleable to shape and develop for such a purpose.”

It was here the man who had seen much darkness, who had sought to ethically improve the project’s results with his critical work in developing the Inhibitor Device, and had such dreams for his vision would finally be convinced to cross another line. A final line that would see him fall from grace for the sake of success. Between him and Sebastian, they were able to develop a process and methodology that would be presented to Sergei (and Justin Hammer approving it above Sergei from the shadows) for approval. Once this approval was given….the new method of trying to create viable pilots would commence.

The idea was simple. Take young enough children and begin a long-term therapy of exposure to and immersion in modified batches of Extremis, going from ‘weaker batches’ and graduating up to stronger ones over time. Temper their bodies with it in the long-term, use them to test equipment and prototypes along the way, and give them combat training as well as piloting training and education to likewise hone their skills and minds, and then from there the candidates could be weeded out until only the best remained. The best. The brightest. The ones who could pilot the final product with meticulous preparation to turn them into the optimal soldiers. The future of humanity’s protection and defense.

Using a number of black market and disposable contacts alongside more disposable means, as well as only gathering up ‘candidates’ over the course of six months, one hundred and twenty three children candidates would be acquired and imported to the facility black site discreetly for the project from the USA and around the world by illicit means. Each candidate would be given an initial treatment period of two months in the weakest batch of ‘introductory Extremis’, and from this only sixty one would survive this initial testing to move to the next trials ahead. Over the next eleven years beyond these two months, the remaining child candidates would be trained, drilled, educated, sent on limited ‘missions’ eventually, and conditioned to shape them and mold them into what the project sorely needed. The optimal pilot. Likewise, the technology itself would be improved for the project to match the growing potential of the pilots.

Many would die, go mad, or the like along the way, narrowing down the candidate pool and culling its size over and over until only three candidates were left. These three would then be unceremoniously brought to a underground arena of sorts created underneath the black site, one where they and others had tested equipment and sparred in for years, and told they had one last task before they could ‘graduate’ to the next stage of the program: They had to kill each other. Only one of them could receive the reward of the one ‘final product’ suit that had been made, one which would be used in a year’s time to show the project’s successes off to the board first before working to put it and a series of clones of the final test pilot into a greater production line. Thus the final three would be pitted against each other, fighting to survive in a bloody and brutal battle until only one of them came out as the victor.

This victor would then be taken back in, and for another year be pushed even further with even more potently modified Extremis and training. They would be polished and drilled and even sent on several further missions to ensure their performance shined like the purest glittering gold during the project’s final showcase. Even the very final product this ‘victor’ would wear was further tweaked and refined out of meticulous nervousness to prepare for the coming showcase at that.

As the momentous day finally arrived for what seemed to be Project Talos’ success, and the Paradigm Board of Directors arrived at a private above ground testing site leased out for the occasion, the showcase would finally begin as Atticus, Sebastian, and Sergei watched on with anticipation from the same observation deck as the board was in. They would explain the project’s parameters and success as the pilot performed out there for the onlookers. Flying. Ducking. Rolling. Precision fire. Etc. Yet as the pilot was doing his routine for the showcase, the test site was suddenly accosted by a rather large SHIELD force. Guns raised, superpowered help brought in, the whole metaphorical nine-yards as SHIELD cracked down on the project at the same time as a raid on the Paradigm Corporation’s facilities and concealed black site was taking place. Many were arrested, many tried to fight back, and in the end the test pilot would be subdued and captured as well.

Sebastian, for his part, would be killed by a cyanide pill stored in a fake tooth as he muttered the phrase ‘hail HYDRA’ before passing. Because, as genetic testing and a SHIELD investigation would finally turn up, Sebastian had been a clone and body double for the infamous Arnim Zola sent to help the project along and send back useful data to HYDRA. Meanwhile Atticus took a hard impact to the head and went unconscious before being captured, finally mentally snapping after he woke up in SHIELD custody after the incident. Sergei would himself die trying to shoot SHIELD operatives with a pistol taken from one of the slain company guards at the site, going down in a hail of bullets. Most of the board of the Paradigm Corporation would be arrested as well, having surrendered, with only one death occurring in the crossfire as the board’s guards attempted to fight back SHIELD. Further, a strange chain reaction of explosions that seemed to be caused by accident during the raid on the facility black site would destroy remaining samples, most machinery, and most of the final data Sebastian had not gotten to transmit yett along with it in the process.

As for the pilot? The pilot would be taken into SHIELD custody, being initially contained, then forced into therapy, and along the way being studied for around a year before an offer was brought for the pilot to join the Avengers Academy.

….It was a discussion that, in the end, the pilot would accept.

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Powerset: (And skills/training too?)

• Extremis Serum Physiology - The effects of the modified Extremis on his body and physiology. Super Strength, Superhuman Speed/Reflexes, Superhuman Stamina, and Superhuman Durability are among the most prominent capabilities this has granted him, as well as in the case of this modified Extremis granting him a potent Regenerative Healing Factor that can keep him alive through and allow him to recover from even injuries more standard Extremis healing factors cannot (lost organs/limbs, blindness or the loss of other sensory organs, etc). His body likewise produces a notably greater amount of bio-energy than before in turn, and both his memory and even ingrained ‘instincts’.’muscle memory’ have become very superhumanly potent in their own right (note this is not ‘super smarts’).
  
  However, the most notable ‘peculiarity’ that he seems to possess is with regards to his genetics. Due to ____’s long term exposure to modified Extremis, the effects of the serum have become integrated fully into his natural biology. Likewise, his genetics have become….strangely and superhuman resilient as well. Drastically so in this case, as he has become immune to genetic damage and has achieved ‘biological immortality’ (as in doesn’t age, not ‘doesn’t die’). This simply means he will grow to hit his physiological prime before his biological ‘aging’ will cease entirely beyond that point. This does not originate from his regenerative healing factor repairing the damage of aging, but rather exists as its own thing at the genetic level.....and is suspected to have been a secretive addition to the experimental Extremis that created Jason that wasn’t intended to be there at first.
• Enhanced Combat Training/Field Experience/Education - From missions served in the field as an advanced child soldier, to a constant and harsh training regiment back at the black site, to constant sparring matches and the like held in the facility’s underground ‘arena’, to years of drilling and education in the subject alongside more mundane or advanced topics, Jason’s potential for a childhood was sacrificed to turn him into the ‘optimal pilot’ as well as a super soldier. This training, experience, and education encompasses his skills both while in his suit and even while engaging in combat or such outside of his suit, including how to handle general ‘field repairs’ manually, unarmed combat or knife-wielding combat as well as ‘dirty fighting’, disassembling/reassembling weapons, assassination or sabotage, and things like general survival skills.
• Mental Conditioning/Pain Tolerance - Jason has been conditioned over the years to withstand quite a bit without giving into the pain, both in his training and in more particular ‘conditioning’ such as being forced to suffer from various extremes and even very harsh torture methods (among other things). This conditioning did include being conditioned to following orders and to follow along with the training compliantly, though did not include subversive mind control or things like ‘trigger words’ or such things that were seen as too much of a ‘liability’ for the project’s end goals. However, his pain tolerance ended up and has remained extreme after it was all said and done and SHIELD ultimately took him into its custody.

Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• Aegis Mk XVII Combat Exo-Suit - Also colloquially known to those in Project Talos as “Talos” or “The Aegis”, this is the final fruits of Project Talos’ developments and is the only existing ‘final product’ combat suit created by it after over a decade and more of development, upgrades, and fine-tuning prototype designs. While admittedly a rather expensive suit to design that stands head and shoulders above the prior prototypes created by the program, it was made to showcase the full potential of the program just as the pilot of it (Jason) was created to do the same. They were not designed at all to be the ‘mass produced version of the product’ for reasons and issues of sheer costs, time, and efficiency, among other things, and the idea held even by the leaders of Project Talos was to further study the test pilot and suit to develop ‘cheaper, distinctly lesser/weaker, but still effective clones and suits’ for sale that remained true enough to the program’s aims and goals. In this vein Jason and the Aegis alike stand out as the ‘be all and end all’ of Project Talos. but also as the lone examples of the ‘true full potential of the program’ which was to be worked down from after showcase when it would come to discussing potential mass-production efforts for the suit and new pilots.
  
  
  
  
  
  • Organic Metal Construction - The one ‘secret’ of the black site hosting Project Talos that survived the explosion, only one known mutant in the world is known to utilize or possess this substance: Colossus. At the same time, the man known as the mutant “Colossus” was never even involved with Project Talos, and from recovered records of the project it seems that some unknown mutant brought in on the project was the source of it before those involved in Project Talos fully developed the means to artificially grow/create Organic Metal on their own. The substance is exceptionally tough while remaining light and very flexible for something of its durability.
    
    Likewise, due to its organic nature it can seamlessly interface with organic materials as well. It is also in this manner the suit interfaces easily and at a deeper level with its pilot than other forms of technology seem to be able to do. Still, the Organic Metal of the Aegis alone can also protect against most man-made ordnance and even superhuman assault, which would hardly leave a scratch on the hull for the most part.
  • Weapons - The primary weapons of the Aegis, as designed for the Aegis in time for the showcase at least, are as follows:
    
    -The ‘Thundercloud’ Railgun: A handheld plasma-kinetic railgun rifle. In its ‘plasma’ mode it takes in and superheats and transforms the air on a planet (or even gases and plasma in the vacuum of space) around it into a super-concentrated projectile fired with the power of a high-powered but still handheld-size electromagnetic railgun. It also is loaded with a clip of kinetic penetrator rounds, and by switching this weapon to ‘kinetic’ mode one can fire up to seven rounds from the 20mm round clip. Switching between ‘modes’ is a very easy process the pilot can do by flipping a simple non-electronic switch on the weapon.
    
    -The ‘Harpe’ Nanite Cluster: A cluster of self-replicating and semi-organic nanites that are EMP-resistant, at least, and can form a number of pre-programmed weapon designs such as axes, machete/short swords, blades, shields, and most uniquely an arm-mounted pile-bunker. While not as durable themselves as the Organic Metal composing the Aegis, they can passively regenerate rapidly in the field. In cases of high levels of damage to the suit and/or pilot inside, these nanites will switch into ‘emergency support mode’ and work to keep the pilot alive/healthy as well as support the rest of the suit itself and its systems to restore functionalities or help maintain them and the like.
    
    -The ‘Enyalios’ Pulse Gun: A handheld crowd-control weapon developed using the principle of a PEP or “Pulsed Energy Projectile” weapon. Taken from designs made by the US Government for a non-lethal weapon, this design was miniaturized, given rapid-fire capabilities, and turned into a lethal-or-non-lethal-capable weapon for Project Talos. It is also the most potentially mass-producible aspect of the Aegis aside from the ‘Harpe’ Combat Suite. This Pulse Gun weapon works by using a powerful invisible laser that, when fired, ablates the surface of the target and generates a small amount of exploding plasma.
    
    The electromagnetic radiation created by this small plasma explosion in ‘non-lethal’ mode affects the nerve cells and causes pain to the target without actually hurting them, while the pressure wave generated at the same time stuns the target’s body in a localized manner at the point of impact. Combined with the weapon’s rapid-fire capabilities, the weapon can cause rapid widespread pain and stun the body parts and bodies of a number of targets, but no matter where it hits the effects remain non-lethal in full and do not cause brain or dangerous heart damage.
    
    The electromagnetic radiation generated by the ‘lethal’ mode of this weapon is enough to scorch through flesh and bone as well as briefly semi-melt the surface of tungsten metal during the brief plasma explosion. While not enough to do something crazy like ‘shoot holes through tanks’, that’s the railgun’s job after all, it does make it a lethal and dangerous crowd-control weapon in turn.
    
    -Built-In “Supplementary Suite”: Two smaller nanite-replenished-and-repaired means of fighting built into the suit, either to be used in supplement to its primary weapons or in the case of not having access to the suit’s primary weapons.
    
    The first part of this ‘suite’ is a simple pair of micro-missile launchers that can pop up out of each shoulder of the unit, mostly being protected by armor and limited in size and potency to keep them compact. Each ‘launcher’ can fire a total of two micro-missiles, which are each themselves capable of blowing up a general-use car/minivan/sedan one might find on the street.
    
    The second part of this ‘suite’ is an attempt to mimic Iron Man’s ‘repulsors’, which are installed in both palms of the suit’s hands. It is not as advanced as said repulsors, but it mimics them through the use of converting heat/energy from the pilot and surrounding air/water into superheated plasma that can be fired in a sustained ‘beam’ (not ‘bursts’ or ‘blasts’). While mostly not dangerous, using this underwater can lead to potentially….’explosive’ results if the target of the attack isn’t far enough away from the suit in such conditions.
  • Movement - Thrusters for movement are built into the suit, allowing for rapid and even successive bursts of high-speed movement on the battlefield, flight in the air, and even enhancing physical attacks like knee-strikes or kicks or punches. In terms of travel speed, meanwhile, the suit at its maximum speed can reach just over Mach 1 at its top speed when flying in the air specifically (or if flying just above the ground if given enough room to reach that top speed).
  • “Nano-Repair Suite”/‘Inactive Modes’ - The Aegis possesses a built-in “Nano-Repair Suite” dedicated to maintaining and repairing the suit actively on and off of the battlefield, though this and the organic-interfacing nature of the Synthetic Organic Metal it is made of also lends itself to another capability. The suit can break itself and its weapons down very rapidly, storing them inside the pilot’s body in hollows and spaces and ‘gaps’ in the body as tightly-condensed matter until the pilot activates it again (in which case the suit reassembles itself and the weapons overtop the pilot’s body rapidly in this case).
    
    The Aegis can both store itself inside the pilot, going into its ‘inactive mode’ in this way, but also let out the pilot and sit there in what is called its ‘freestanding inactive mode’ as well. In its ‘freestanding inactive mode’, it does retain a small bit of energy from when the pilot was using it for purposes of powering self-maintenance/repair functions. While stored inside of the pilot’s body, or going into its general ‘inactive mode’, it helps curb the excess bio-energy in the pilot’s body at a much lower rate by tapping into it still to further power its self-repair/maintenance functions in this state (as well as helping repair/heal the pilot from within to boot). Albeit this power drain occurs in this case at a much slower and lower rate than when it is being actively used in its ‘deployed’ form.
  • Sensors/Computing - A sophisticated sensory array was installed into the Aegis, allowing it long-range radar, telescopic visual, infrared/thermal, and other such sensory capabilities when being used by its pilot. It can also access databases linked to it as well as interact with general wireless devices when out in the field, and is capable of very fast interfacing with its pilot and its own internal systems as well as being able to interface with the suit's own list of weapons (carried or built-in) through touch or even wirelessly. With how the suit was designed, it can be operated without needing a supporting A.I. to help manage it and its capabilities, though this comes at the cost of any such advantages a built-in A.I. might have for such a device as the Aegis as well...
• Combat Knife - A gift received from one of the last two of his comrades after it was just the three of them left, and well before the ‘graduation’ ceremony, it has his name and the names of the other two former pilots etched permanently and painstakingly into its hilt. It was already like this when he was captured by SHIELD, and it was one item that he requested to keep by the time he left for Avengers Academy. To him it is a personal keepsake, something that is both a well-cared for weapon and survival tool as well as being a memento he has refused to let go of from his days back in the black site. Jason keeps this knife sheathed on his side at all times while he’s out of bed, keeps it within reach while he showers or bathes himself, and even keeps the thing close by when he sleeps for that matter.
• Mauser M1932 Pistol - A refurbished WW2-era German pistol produced by Mauser, it was a family heirloom of Atticus’ German grandfather. Said grandfather worked in a factory that produced those particular arms after 1937, before acquiring one for ‘personal protection’ and eventually using it when fleeing with his family and two Jewish families on a dangerous route to get to the United Kingdom in 1941. He then passed it down to his son when the family moved back to West Germany after World War 2, who in turn eventually passed it down to Atticus as a family legacy. Then Atticus (who had no children of his own) passed it down to Jason after his ‘graduation ceremony’ as a gift after pulling him aside to talk with him. The weapon has been cleaned and refurbished, still uses a 10-round detachable box magazine, and chambers 9x19mm ammunition that can still be found on the modern market.
  
  In some ways it can be considered the last ‘sane’ bit of Atticus that the man gave away to try to help another, as in the man’s eyes Jason was basically like a child of his since the beginning. Especially after the ‘graduation ceremony’ of all things. Someone that, despite it all and the scientist’s own internal struggles along the way, that Atticus was genuinely proud of for surviving and getting that far. Despite falling from grace and already having gone a bit ‘mad’ by then to a certain extent, this perceived relationship of seeing them like his children was what drove Atticus to over time show some kindnesses to the ‘subjects’ and then final ‘test pilots’ over time. Indeed when the man woke up after being captured and finally ‘snapped’, Jasoon was brought to see him four times during his own captivity to see if his presence could help SHIELD get more information out of Atticus. Atticus would go into a state of rare semi-rational questionable lucidity upon seeing him where they could even almost converse properly to some extent.....at least until the older man began to sink back into the mire of his own mind one more.

Weaknesses: Weaknesses is exactly that; the flaws in your character, whether emotional, physical, or technological. Point out weak spots in their powers, character flaws that can be exploited, or vulnerabilities in their gear that could be detrimental. Like before, an example will be provided.

• Excess Bio-Energy/BOOM - Due to being essentially an organic battery for his suit, Jason’s excessive production of bio-energy is being kept in check when he pilots or dons it for periods of time. This certainly makes him less prone to potentially exploding, though if he does not drain the excess bio-energy for overly long periods of time the risk to potentially explode will notably increase instead.
• No Heat/Electricity Attacks - Donning the suit to keep his bio-energy in check results in him being unable to project this bio-energy as heat-based or electrical attacks like most users of Extremis could. This is due to the constant drain the suit puts on him, which leaves energy levels too low to be able to do this sort of thing. On the other hand, if he goes too long with the suit then he could unleash such attacks….but this comes alongside other risks (as noted in the prior entry above this).
• Organic Metal Weaknesses - Only when extraordinarily powerful individuals or other super-metals (or of course, abilities that can influence machinery in some fashion) get involved when the material can truly be found lacking.
• Railgun Weaknesses - While this weapon doesn’t work underwater in any firing mode, or when submerged in water for that matter. Generally air humidity otherwise is regulated by built-in filters for the weapon and doesn't affect it for the most part in any firing mode, but something like a sauna or the middle of the steamy rainforest after a fresh rain though? It can still work, but it works a lot slower than normal under such circumstances when in its ‘plasma’ mode while respectively being unaffected in kinetic mode under such environmental circumstances in turn.
• Aegis Internal Pilot Storage - If the suit stores itself inside the body of the pilot, it does inherently have the obvious drawback of making the pilot’s body super-dense and easier to sink. Not a fun time to be sure if in a body of water or on a fragile surface….hence why the ‘external storage’ method was developed for it so the pilot isn’t always forced to store the suit inside of their body.
• Prior Conditioning - For over a decade Jason was molded into the optimal specimen for Project Talos, and as such he is a trained (and was a child) soldier who exhibits all the issues of someone trained in that manner and who lived such a life in the psychological sense. While he has become ‘better’ than he was over the course of his year in SHIELD custody, some things like ‘don’t go for certain areas of the body when doing unarmed combat training’ are still, er, either new to him or so ingrained that they remain a reflex.
  
  This also comes with the notion that he is still learning ‘what to expect’ from training and such, and could react more or less brutally in application on his end of things, after having been trained so brutally and harshly and intensively over the years prior to SHIELD taking custody of him. This doesn’t mean he hasn’t been told to and reminded to expect something not on par with what he’s gone through before in training and education, but ah…..old reflexes are still at times going to be hard to notice and work on restraining when you were used to the instructor going for your knees before.
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Issue #0/Testing Post:

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Real Name: Eden Eclair

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Alias/Nicknames: Frenzy, Amalgamation

Color Choice: 50C878

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Appearance:
Human Appearance: While she possesses a natural beauty that makes her easy on the eyes, Eden doesn’t have the most approachable vibe about her. This is mostly due to her resting expression appearing extremely serious and judgemental, the intensity only increased by her doe-like vibrant green eyes that almost shimmer unnaturally. The harshness is only lessened by the other delicate features of her face such as the soft curve of her rounded cheeks and button nose blushed with a rosy tint which gives color to her ivory skin. Bangs frame her face in layers, giving way to a mass of straight fiery ginger tresses falling just past her hips, a weave of one or two braids always found within. Her body frame is that of a dancer, elegant lengthy limbs that hold a surprising amount of strength and flexibility for swift precise movements and has her standing on the taller side compared to the average woman at roughly at the height of 5 '8. She is never found without some kind of long sleeve shirt, sweater, or jacket (some of which seem too large for her) no matter the time of year and jeans are usually a staple. It is only at night that she might change up this style or if she has an umbrella with her.

Transformed State: She instantly grows two feet taller, making her suddenly the height of 7 '8 with the addition of three large lizard tails. The natural green eyes become glowing red, the pupils completely fading so it appears only the irises are left but it is actually that the color had changed to match while becoming slitted though being close enough to see this change isn’t necessarily safe. The fiery ginger of her hair fades into ivory white as her pale skin shifts into red and blue scales with a cracking pattern of black that is reminiscent of Spider-Man’s suit. These scales tend to over take certain materials she is wearing and covers them as well in the scaly hide but if it isn’t a material that can be covered, it tends to rip during growth unless she wears something large enough to account for a transformation. Her once rounded ears become pointed, hands and feet morphing into those of a lizard with massive crimson claws. Eden’s mouth and nostrils become a thin line, hidden within the black patterned lines which makes it appear as if she has neither but don’t be fooled. She can still breathe just fine and her mouth contains enlarged canines and sharpened teeth, ready to snap and bite.

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Personality:
Eden is a soft-spoken and caring individual, the type to always be there to lend an ear or offer a shoulder to cry on. She tries to see the good in everyone and probably gives people way more chances than they deserve. Most describe her as a laid back person that doesn’t let most of life's problems get her down as she is one to roll with the punches of an unfortunate situation and tries to look at the positives. She is very loyal and protective over those close to her especially when it comes to her sister. Her gentle nature to those around her would make most think she is not cut out to be a fighter but that image of her will change rather quickly if you get on her bad side. She can have a rather nasty temper with a spitfire sharp tongue that will cut you down to size flawlessly if a person is unlucky enough to draw out her fury or if they are deserving of it, though this is usually a rare case …or so it used to be.

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History:

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Powerset:

• Superhuman Strength - She is able to lift and move several tons with ease, regardless of what form she is in. While in her monstrous form, she can break through stone with her bare fists and with time some metals.
• Superhuman Durability - Due to the Lizard’s tough scales, low caliber bullets and some small knives while in her monsterous form do absolutely nothing. While in her normal form, thanks to Spider-Man’s abilities, she is able to take a beating far more than most before damage sets in.
• Superhuman Speed - Regardless of either form, she can travel the speed of a moving car and has been known to dodge bullets. However, she usually doesn’t use this for travel and prefers webs…even if she isn’t the best at it.
• Superhuman Stamina - This woman is a tank and can do intense physical activity for long periods of time without being fatigued. If it means enduring, then she can keep going for at least a week or longer. If there is blood to consume and keep her in peak shape, there isn’t much that can hold her back. Needless to say, it is best to run or end a fight quickly by using her weaknesses.
• Superhuman Agility - Regardless of form, she is able to coordinate her body with unnatural equilibrium, dexterity, and flexibility. This has helped boost her reflexes and greatly advanced her jumping capabilities.
• Superhuman Reflexes - She practically moves before she knows why she is moving. She is very reactive, mostly due to her heightened senses and agility.
• Regenerative Factor - She can instantly repair most injuries such as broken bones, lost limbs, cuts, and shot wounds. If the damage afflicted is more to the inside of her body or more vital organs then it will take longer but certainly not by much. The only thing that really becomes a problem is that the more damage fixed means the hungrier she becomes for blood and the more she loses her mind. Her regeneration also takes hours or a day for intense fire damage or if she is in a cold environment when trying to regenerate.
• Acute Senses | Spider Sense | Night Vision - Her senses have all heightened, able detect objects with perfect clarity at much greater distances such as miles away. Her vision has changed, adding in tapetum lucidum for night vision. There is also an additional sense she cannot understand, one that tingles and warns as well as distracts and demands attention when danger is around her.
• Fang, Claws, Tails - While in human form, she has sharper canines but in her monsterous form, they are elongated even further while her other teeth sharpen slightly. Her hands and feet change to that of a lizard giving her vicious claws capable of penetrating dense objects. She is endowed with three massive tails that she utilizes as weapons.
• Webbing | Wall Crawling - With the enhanced serum running through Spider-Man’s veins when the incident occurred, she did not only receive extra tails but natural webbing which means she doesn’t need to rely on tech. All three have the ability to climb walls in their own way which was easily passed on to Eden.
• Mesmerism - She doesn’t know about this little ability to mesmerize and influence others. It was an assumption that ‘puppydog eyes’ were just more effective than usual. She doesn’t have control and doesn’t know when she is using this skill.
• Psionics - She hasn’t the slightest idea that she can use this for gliding. Would be helpful since she is always falling from her webbing. She also doesn’t know that she can use this little ability to control/summon lizards to her. It is also possible that she might listen to a call from someone else though which could be a problem.

Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• Costume/Suit: Her suit has been designed so that her scales can weave through to encase the material but flexible enough to adjust to her bodies shifting/rapid growth.
• Gummybears: Eden always carries a package of gummybears on her person, one because they are her favorite and two, to give to those having a rough day.
• Headphones: She always has some type of headphones with her, most the kind that can cancel out noise around her so she can make a safe space or a bubble for herself to not be as overwhelmed by all the noise.

Weaknesses:

• Cold/Ice - She can no longer generate her own body temperature and must rely on the environment to regulate her body temperature so she is extremely weak to the cold and ice.
• Lizard Brain - When she becomes stressed, panicked, or angry it triggers her transformation. Her cognitive thinking is dulled and she becomes of a simpler mind which means she can be outmaneuvered, predicted, or tricked easier.
• Sunlight - While sunlight will not destroy her no matter how long she is in it, it is still slightly painful and irritating. This can cause her transformation to trigger if she stays fully exposed with no layers to block it.
• Hunger/Blood - There is a deep hunger for fresh blood that is always present. The longer she goes without the weaker she gets which can lead to hallucinations and madness if not taken care of. This can also trigger a monsterous rampage if not kept in check. Blood aside, even when that portion has been sated she still has a constant aching need to be continuously snacking or packing a larger calorie load into her body to keep up with her quick metabolism.
• Electricity - If she is dealt an electric shock, it activates a cancellation effect on the vampiric parts of her DNA which weakens her overall. She will still be strong but everything vampiric dissipates.
• Ethyl Chloride - This pesticide is problematic and causes her to be drugged, dizzy, and loopy when in contact with it. It might be enough to stop her for a time or provide a stun.
• Acute Senses/Spider Sense - Her senses often cause a distraction and sometimes even headaches. She can’t always react if she is feeling too overwhelmed which can be detrimental. If someone uses something overpowering to her senses then it could make openings for attack.
• Inexperience - She isn’t much of a fighter, always having been more brain than brawn. Sure, she could probably throw a good punch or kick but no more so than the average human and it would mostly be luck if a hit landed. She has no formal training and probably horrible form.

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I love my sister more than anyone. She is the one person who has always understood me and the one I know who will always be there. I know I’m the older one, I should be better and be the one to protect her but she has always been the stronger of the two of us. I’m too much of a bleeding heart, the one viewing the positivity in the bleak hopelessness. I’m not sure I’m that way anymore. I’m still trying to figure myself out and I think she is doing the same. I don’t know what the future holds but I know one thing, we will face it. Together.

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She is a brat and if I could do away with her l would. It’s flattering to be admired to the point of being hunted which is the only reason I don’t loathe her with every fiber of my being but she is still waiting to stab me in the back…literally. We can play civil for now but we both know that we are ready to strike at any moment.

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I know what it’s like to uncontrollably transform and while I might do horrific acts, at least I’m a little out of it so I don’t have to remember every detail. He has to deal with people he knows and even doesn’t know being afraid…how lonely that must feel. I have so much respect for his emotional strength with the powers that he has been given. I couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have your loved ones or anyone you care for be afraid of you. That is at least one thing we don’t have in common which I am personally grateful for. I would consider him my friend and if he needs my help, I have his back.

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Honestly, I’m not sure what I should say…I mean, yeah, we run in the same group but it’s not like it’s safe to get close. I’m not sure what it could end up doing…you know the whole radioactive spider-ish bullshit I have going on near radioactive girl...eeehhh, I’ve got enough problems, don’t want to accidently add more. I don’t mind being on a ‘team’ with her and she is pleasant enough. I wouldn’t call us buddies but we don’t hate or dislike each other so I call it a win.

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I don’t want to talk about him right now. Maybe after some time has passed. I understand the situation and it’s not his fault but….

"They say lightning never strikes twice… what a load of bullshit."

Real Name: Cassius “Cash” Munroe.

Age: 20.

Gender: Male

Alias/Nicknames: Galvanize, Cash,

Color Choice: #7df9ff Color Hex Electric Blue.

Appearance: Cassius is usually seen with very trendy street attire, ranging from air jordans to levi jeans, he takes great pride in what he wears, rocking some popular beats headphones, he tends to be listening to them when alone, finishing off with what appears to be some very stylish lightning burn marks on his jacket, mapping out a proof of the extent of his powers that he wears as a badge of honour hidden in plain sight. Whilst under the name Galvanize, his hair shoots up, instead of his casual spiky loose hair, injecting white streaks of hair into his look, a static energy envelops him with tiny bolts of lightning travelling, scattering randomly around him as his eyes match that electric blue, the calming eyes in the midst of the storm.

Personality: Just like alternating current (AC), his demeanour shifts periodically, as we wields both his calm and relaxed composure, to his outgoing almost over-confident display, most of the time you see him not caring about situations that he thinks can be handled without him, but for the more perspective of the bunch, he always has his eyes sharpened to interject if necessary. Usually seen lost in his own little world taking photos, posting and interacting on his social media, he tends to show a lot of pride when it comes to his following.

History: Being the child of Storm and Nightcrawler, great things have always been expected from Cassius, when his powers came to him at a young age, his parents had very different plans for him, whilst Nightcrawler wanted him to have a very leisure and relaxed life away from being a mutant, Storm wanted to nurture it and have him grow into his coming responsibilities, jumping from training and school life, switching between two worlds Cassius felt as if he didn't feel at home in either one, until he starting taking things into his own hands, as with age we wanted to live his life his own way. His innate charismatic nature grew him a very successful schooling life, whilst also landing him a modeling gig, making a good amount of money and giving birth to his social media footprint, avoiding his calling throughout a long time, but as most know, there are things that are just inevitable.

When Thanos invaded Earth and managed to collect all 6 infinity stones, leading to the infamous snap that eradicated half of life as we know it in the existing universe, and fate would hold no punches back towards Cassius' life, for he did not only lose one parent, but both, reduced to nothing but mere dust, without even a chance to say goodbye, Cassius felt more lost and alone than ever, spiraling into a frenzied rage and depression, drawing all of the lightning into his body, he bolted right through the night sky fleeing New York City to an isolated holiday house they had in the countryside in a neighboring state, to mourn the loss of his parents in segregation.

After a few days of grieving, he returned back to a chaos-ridden city, The once vibrant metropolis had become a playground for criminals both armed with countless lethal weapons, and some with their own superhuman abilities. With every corner hiding a new threat, the city's skyline is a battleground of skyscraper clashes and frenetic energy. The NYPD, overwhelmed and understaffed, waging a relentless battle to maintain order in this bedlam of an urban jungle, being weakened by every wave of superpowered crime that threatens to engulf the city. Amidst the turmoil, a small, dedicated group of heroes fight valiantly to protect the city. Their numbers are few, but their determination is boundless. Yet, it's clear that something more is needed to tip the scales back toward justice, and only a matter of time before they too are overwhelmed and defeated.

For years, Galvanize has lived a quiet life, keeping his extraordinary abilities hidden from the world. But as New York City brims on the edge of destruction, he can no longer stand idly by, as he feels the coursing rush of adrenaline shooting through his veins, the static shock building on the tip of his hair, and the words that he remembers from his mother: "Remember, my child, greatness flows through your veins, do not deny it, embrace the tempest within, my son, for within every storm lies the power to shape worlds. You are not defined by the thunder that echoes through your veins, but by the lightning that sparks in your heart. The world hungers for a hero, and you carry the legacy of storms. Unleash your power, soar through the winds of destiny, The world awaits your thunderous call, my dear, and it's time to let your inner storm rage!".

Galvanize tapped into the tempestuous energies of the sky above. His eyes crackled with lightning as he summoned the fury of a storm that would make his mother proud. Rain poured in torrents, winds howled, and thunder rolled, lightning arcing from his fingertips, he wielded the storm like an extension of himself, as he rallied to his peers, an extra pair of hands to them was more than welcome, he rapidly lept into action, sending their enemies flying and crashing into buildings, stunning others and neutralizing the more dangerous of the mass, but it was more than just his mastery of the storm that set Galvanize apart; it was his unwavering determination and belief in the hero within himself. With each flash of lightning, he carried the legacy of his mother's courage and the weight of the hope of his city and its citizens. In the heart of the chaos, Galvanize and his superhero bretheren emerged victorious, defeating the criminals and restoring a measure of order to the city, yet this was just the start, for crime lurks at every corner now, he had his work cut out for him. With his powers honed and his resolve unshaken, he had broken his shackles, and his restraints, and become the hero he was destined to be, forging a legacy that might in the future even rival that of his mother.

Time having passed, and after many years of fighting, without really any direction, apart from the cries for help, Galvanize gained a lot of experience fighting, yet he still lacked cooperation and tactics when it came to others, his attacks would affect a large area and it was hard to pinpoint his lightning attacks, and at times it was clear that he almost hit his own allies, he had to hold back many times, he felt that his powers were being dulled down by his own incapability of controlling them. When the events of the snap were reversed and balance was restored, he was finally met with his parents, holding them dear to them, he had noticed although his father, Nightcrawler, was ecstatic about finally being returned to his son, his mother however, seemed lost, having been faced with the reality of being gone for 5 years, 5 years of her enemies roaming amok, 5 years she didn't see her son grow into a fine young man, without a single thing she could have done, the empress controller master of weather herself was losing herself to her own shattered mind, she fell into a hole of depression, an abyss that no light could enter, yet Galvanize took his mother into his arms and promised her not to worry, that he will fix everything, he will get stronger, faster, and ultimately, he promised to surpass her one day, so that he will recover all those years the world had lost her, and what better place to start than the new and upcoming academy?

Powerset:

• Lightning Creation - Galvanize can easy produce lightning from his own body, using it both offensively and defensively, shooting out lightning bolts, and other means of attacks.
• Lightning Reflexes - Galvanize’s body is energized with his own unique electrons, making the signals that his brain sends to his body near instantaneous, following the motto of one of his most cherished idols:
  

  “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”

• Lightning/ Electric Manipulation - Galvanize can utilize the existing electricity that resides in our modern world and weaponize it or even rejuvenate himself, empowering his attacks or altering the electric machine/ equipment to turn on, off, or activate its action properties, and in very rare moments, weaponizing natural lightning itself.
• Hyper Bolt - Concentrating all of his lightning into every cell of his body, Galvanize can dematerialize and shoot himself out into god-like speed, reaching up to Mach 364, in other words, from one point of New York city to the other (35 miles) in half a second, but with so much power, comes equal strain, as as he stands now he can only pull this off for around 5 seconds, risking straining and exhausting his body if pushed beyond his limit.

Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• Iphone 19: A special custom-made Iphone with lead plated inlinings to protect the phone from being constantly fried on the spot whenever he surges with powers.
• Air Jordans: A special durable material being stitched into the material of these fashionable sneakers, making them both extremely conductive without wearing down the shoes.

Weaknesses:

• Irritable: His pride is very important to him, Galvanize’s psyche isnt the sturdiest when it comes to insults or being shamed, lashing out irrationally at times getting him to trouble.
• Durability: Even though landing a blow on Galvanize with his lightning speed, his body is only a little above average in terms of durability when it comes to direct force.
• Field Experience: While Galvanize is strong and has practised his moves many times, he has very little experience actually in the fray of real life situations where he has had to think of teammates, civilians, callatatole damage, etc.

Issue #0/Testing Post:
In the heart of the bustling New York City, where skyscrapers reach the heavens and the energy of urban life surges through the streets, a local diner that had become over the years a sanctuary for a young Cassius Munroe. With his charming smile, playful demeanor, and a secret identity known only to the closest friends, Cassius was the epitome of a carefree adolescence. Today was supposed to be just another day of ordinary fun with his college friends.

The diner was bathed in warm, golden light, and the smell of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee filled the air. As they entered Cassius exclaimed: “Order up peeps, this one’s on me, not like Barry brought any money with him anyways” he and his friends occupied their usual booth, laughing uproariously as they indulged in mouthwatering burgers and thick milkshakes.

His laughter was infectious, and it spread like wildfire through the tight-knit group. They talked about their upcoming exams, weekend plans, and inside jokes only they could understand.

Outside, however, chaos erupted suddenly. A supervillain, known as Typhoid Mary, known for her destructive prowess, had decided to unleash her malevolent tendencies upon the city. The street was a battleground, with Mary wreaking havoc, and as quickly as she came, so did the cavalry, as several seasoned superheroes appeared to thwart her sinister plans.

“Well, that’s new york for ya, can’t go 10 minutes without someone who didn’t get enough attention as a kid trying to run amok…”

As the commotion outside escalated, Cassius's friends couldn't help but stare in awe at the epic confrontation unfolding before them. The blinding flashes of energy, the thunderous crashes, and the distant cries for help painted a vivid picture of the superhero world's constant turmoil.

But Cassius, though capable of extraordinary feats, was different. He had a burning desire to leave his superhero persona behind for the majority of his day and simply revel in the joys of his youth. He had never had the push nor drive to jump into the fray, and the constant pressure to save the day, and the never-ending cycle of heroics, was never something that attractive to him. He longed for a sense of normalcy and the ability to savor the simple pleasures of life.

One of his friends exchanged glances, torn between their admiration for Cassius's heroic alter ego and their understanding of his desire for peace. He knew that Cassius was one of the city's brightest beacons of potential, but they also recognized that he was just a young adult who deserved a break from the relentless drama that accompanied his dual life.

“They’re doing fine, to be honest, I think they are holding back, they always do”

As the world outside continued to tremble, Cassius's internal struggle intensified. He stared at his friends, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and longing. Deep down, he could hear his mother yearned for him to join the battle, to use his powers for good and make a difference in the world. But today, at this moment, all he wanted was to be a regular guy, laughing with his friends in their cozy booth, and savoring the fleeting joys of youth.

In the end, Cassius decided to remain at the diner, where laughter, friendship, and the simple pleasures of life were a respite from the chaos outside. He knew that the world would always call upon him to be a hero, but for now, he just wanted to be a kid, relishing a moment of tranquility amidst the storm of superheroic duty, as it came into an inevitable stop as Typhoid Mary was stopped in her tracks after an intense battle, luckily no one was hurt, but there was still a coiling knot in Cassius’ chest, as he whispers to himself: “Sorry ma…”.

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Real Name: Elias Evans.

Age: 18.

Gender: Male

Alias/Nicknames: Ghost Rider

Color Choice: f26522.

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Appearance: Elias is a well built teenager with a muscular athletic build from his years of sports and training. He has short blonde hair that maintains a usal messy look and a pair of purple eyes that always seem tired. The clothes he wears almost never change, consisting of a plain white T-shirt tucked into a pair of jeans with a black leather jacket over the top. To round out the look Elias typically wears boots and a necklace around his neck that he is particularly protective of.

Elias is unrecognizable however when he does transform with the exception of his clothes. When he first transforms his eyes turn to a burning orange like embers on a hot fire. Seconds after this the very skins begin to peel and burn away until only a skull wrapped in fire remains where his head once stood. This applies to the rest of Elias’s body, though most of it is covered so the flaming skull is typically the only portion people see. Elias rarely speaks in this form, but if he does the voice becomes much deeper mixing with the spirit's voice.

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Personality: Elias is a serious individual who can be seen as standoffish or unfriendly to most people who first see him. To an extent this could be seen as true seeing as Elias isn’t the outgoing type choosing instead to keep to himself opting to Spend most of his time training or working on his car. Those that are able to get to know him and are considered his friends could hardly ask for a more loyal one, willing to drop everything and drive across the country at the drip of a hat for them.

Regardless of where you fall when it comes to him, Elias is not against people approaching him or speaking with others. However having a spirit of vengeance sharing your body and having sold your soul does affect your ability to be normal around others his own age. Just make sure you don’t touch his car without permission.

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History: There are many people in the world that will use the saying ‘Made a deal with the devil’ though few ever actually think that as a possibility, or that anyone would be stupid enough to do it. Elias however is that someone. Why exactly he would sell his soul as he claims is a secret left only to him, and the spirit of the rider.

The parts not blacked out of his file tell a story of a happy young kid who grew up in Boston Massachusetts with his family in a cozy little home. His Father worked as a police officer while his Mother stayed home to watch over him and his little sister as they grew. For most of their lives they lived the stereotypical middle american life. They were neither poor nor wealthy, just slightly above comfortable and happy with their lot in life. Elias’s father did his best to raise his kids well and teach them right from wrong even as the world around them seems to grow crazier by the day.

To his father credit most of his teachings did the trick when it came to Elias. He got good grades, rarely got in trouble and found himself as a varsity starter on his highschools hockey team. As a reward of sorts for these accomplishments Elias was given his motorcycle on the day he turned 16. That motorcycle quickly became like a second love for Elias who spent just about every moment he could working on it or riding it long into the night. It was none of these late night rides that would change Elias forever.

It was a warm summer night as Elias pulled up to the house to see the front door wide open and a strange car blocking his driveway. A sinking feeling hit his stomach as he rushed inside to witness the horror of what had unfolded in his short absence. His family was sprawled out on the floor covered in blood clearly in the midst of attempting to run before having been gunned down. Elias barely had time to process what his eyes saw before he felt the pain in his torso and his feet were lifted off the ground by the impact of a shotgun shell.

What happened in a millisecond to the world seemed to take ages in Elias’s mind. The image of his family dead plastered in front of him taunting him and mocking him. What was once sadness quickly turned to anger and blood boiling rage as the realization began to set in. But then, Elias heard a voice. A faint quiet voice that asked if he wanted vengeance for what happened. If he wanted to make those that did this pay for their actions?

On the official report the tragic death of the Evans family was ruled a B&E that resulted in not only the murder of the family but also the house being set aflame. The suspects were never found, however three members of the Evans family were found layed respectfully on the front lawn. The son was never found and was presumed to have died in the fire but an unidentified good samaritan was seen leaving the fire on a motorcycle.

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Powerset:

• Superhuman Strength - Coming from his divine power the rider is able to use his immense strength to go toe to toe with even some of the strongest of opponents or lift several tons despite his lack of actual muscle.
• Superhuman Durability - Being a walking skeleton the rider is able to endure much more damage than most would. Most conventional weapons have little to no effect on him with bullets simply passing through him and blades simply cutting his jacket (Which he hates).
• Regenerative Factor - This more applies to Elias in his human form as the rider itself rarely takes damage itself. If Elias is injured at any time the spire of the rider will begin healing the wound to ensure it doesn't lose the host it claims to be a perfect fit.
• Basic Hellfire Creation - One of his newer and less refined powers, Elias is able to create small spheres of hellfire and hurl them at his targets. Elias has shown a slight aptitude for controlling this power outside of his transformed state, though to a much lesser degree then it's already basic form.
• Penance stare - Possibly the strongest power any rider ever possesses also comes with the heaviest restriction. Just by being the host of the rider Elias is able to feel and detect the sin around him to an extent. This however is a more directed form of the power that allows him to peer into the soul of one individual. Should the Rider deem the sins of an individual to be true and great he is able to turn the pain and suffering on the person as they feel what they have caused hundred-fold. The main restriction obviously is that this can only be used on those that have committed grave sins however there is another that is surprising to both the Rider and Elias. For some unexplainable reason in order for the Penance stare to work, both the rider and Elias have to agree on using it.
• Ride symbiosis - Elias has a special connection to his motorcycle that has only grown once he accepted the Spirits deal. One of the benefits of this while he is in control of his motorcycle is that it will repair most of the damage it sustains and is able to drive itself to a limited degree. Beyond the motorcycle however any vehicle Elias touches can be transformed similar to his motorcycle.

Equipment/Paraphernalia:

• Motorcycle: Elias’s pride and joy. A gift from his father when he turned 16, Elias has never been far from it and is his main mode of transportation. Even the rider seems to have grown fond of the vehicle often opting to make it his hell cycle when he transforms.
  
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• Chain: A favored weapon for the rider, a simple chain is quite the important tool when combined with hellfire. It’s main use is to allow Elias to reach his targets that try to run or stay out of his reach. When it is not being used the chain typically is wrapped across his chest and one shoulder.

Weaknesses:

• In the backseat: Possibly the biggest weakness that Elias must overcome is the simple fact that he doesn't have full control over the rider. While transformed Elias can influence and has a large say in what he does but it is very easy for the spirit to override him if he's not careful. On top of this Elias also struggles with actually stopping the rider from coming out when it wants.
• Rider's power: Similar to the previous point, Elias doesn't have any powers on his own. Sure the spirit of vengeance has enhanced him above the average human in terms of physical attributes. However in the world of heroes and villains his ‘human’ form lacks the kind of raw power that most have at their beck and call.
• Restricted powers: Whether it's because of his relative young age or his constant bouts with the rider, Elias doesn't have the full access to the powers of a normal Ghost rider. With more training and control it is possible that he can unlock more of the powers used to bring vengeance to the world but as it stands the only way to achieve the higher end powers is to give control over to the rider. An idea that terrifies him to his core if he is honest.
• Sin detector: Since making the deal and accepting the raiders power, Elias Is able to feel the sins of people around him to an extent. While most petty issues are unnoticeable, the larger and more evil the sin, the harder it is for Elias to ignore. In some cases the rider has forced himself out especially when the target is related to the original deal.

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Issue #0/Testing Post:

“Come on Come on, drive faster, he's gaining on us.” a man with a bandana covering his face yelled from the bed of a truck as it raced through the empty streets recklessly. The two men standing beside him in the bed of the truck kept their eyes scanning across the streets while their knuckles began to turn white from the force of gripping their rifles so tightly.

“Hey I see him. Back there!” one of the gangsters called out as he pointed to the lone motorcycle quickly gaining on the truck with unreal speed. “Give him Hell!” He called before the three of them began unloading carelessly firing their rifles towards the Motorcyclist. Despite the hail of bullets The rider continued his pursuit getting closer to the truck until a chain came flying from his hand catching and destroying the back tire.

With the sudden loss of its rear wheel the truck came to a grinding halt throwing those riding on the outside further up the street. The Mysterious rider came to a much more controlled and intentional stop before stepping off the motorcycle and stepping towards the now injured men. His boot steps seemed to Echo unnaturally through the night air coming to a slow stop beside the drivers door of the truck.

The driver's eyes slowly flickered with life trying his best to recover from the crash that resulted in his head slamming against the wheel. With a groan he sat upright and turned his head to look out the driver's window but paused when he saw Elias’s face staring at him with eyes of burning ember.

Elias’s Fist punched through the glass with ease and grabbed a handful of his shirt. With a stern and emotionless face Elias pulled the man through the now broken window and hurled him across the street slamming him into a light post. Satisfied with seeing the man's limp body drop to the asphalt Elias turned his attention to the last remaining gangster.

For his part the gangster was doing his best to crawl away from Elias hoping to potentially save himself the fate that had just befallen his comrades. “Just let me go please. I… I don't deserve to die please.” The man began to plead, noticing that Elias had set his burning sight on him.

“Everyone says that.” Were the only words spoken as the burning embers in his eyes spread to the rest of his head burning away the skin with an agonizing roar leaving only the flaming skull of the rider. With a final few steps the rider grabbed the man's shirt with both hands clean, lifting him off the ground and staring deep into his soul. “Time to pay for your sins!”

The man's screams only lasted a moment before the deed was done and the rider dropped his body to the ground. The rider took a step back hunching over slightly as if in pain once again. The flames around his skull died down until they had vanished all together and his skin had regrown over the bone returning him to normal. He kept his eyes closed for a moment attempting to relax and relieve the tension in his body.

“That's our last ride for a bit I believe. I doubt the doctor would approve of it on school grounds.” stepping away from the scene Elias whistled calling the motorcycle to his side. The sound of distant sirens began to draw closer. Not wanting to stay for that interaction, Elias stepped onto the motorcycle giving the scene one last look with a hint of penance in his eyes before driving off into the night.

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