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Alyssa

▲ Fracture

Alyssa Deserae Cashmore

^{Nickname(s): Lyss, Lyssa}

I like people. In the same way that people are so fond of dogs. They’re loyal, easily handled, clever and stupid. Just watching them is fun. And also, they love me.

– Makima

╟ 04/01 (23) || Caucasian || Female || She’s secretive about labels || Gay || Stalker Status ╢

⋙: Ａ Ｃ Ａ Ｄ Ｅ Ｍ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || I think they’re a bit too obvious with what they’re going for here. Regardless, I did well enough. My father is who he is though, so I’m sure I didn’t do too well on the ‘secret’ part of the exam. Oops. || Her father must have told her what to expect, some of her answers are almost like she was mocking us.

|| Practical test || Poorly. Action is hardly my forte, I’m more of an infiltration and manipulation type. The guy in the chair, I think they call it? I did pass though. || She went inside the head of the teacher playing villain and broke his mental. She repaired him after a while… but for a minute there, it seemed like he’d never come back from that.

|| Written essay topic || I wrote about my father and how the things he does and the way he runs his company are possibly the grossest abuse of power in the history of humankind. I also spoke about how, despite his abhorrent methods and the fact that he practically has a monopoly, Alexander Cashmore’s intentions are (unfortunately) quite pure. || It was grossly philosophical.

|| Video supplement || “I’ve never really understood this part of the exam. Maybe I have a brand in mind, maybe I don’t. But aren’t there people who are paid a lot of money to handle marketing? Why do I have to do it? I’m not going to do someone’s job for them, so unless we plan to fire the publicists and marketers, I suggest you step aside and let them do their job — instead of asking an eighteen year old to have their entire future planned out.” || God I hate her.

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak Academy

Y E A R

Senior

C L A S S I F I C A T I O N

Mentalist

O C C U P A T I O N

Warden
East of Eden manager

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

Campus Castle

I N T E R N S H I P S

N/A
Alyssa is significantly more interested in running her father’s company, and sees heroing as a means to an end. To that goal, she has worked closely with him in the inner workings of Cashmore Global.

⋙: Ｒ Ｅ Ｐ Ｕ Ｔ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ

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Because of her last name, most people look at her with some level of respect. People who know her past face value look at her with a mix of fear and respect, always left wondering if she’s used her powers against them or not.

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

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A B I L I T I E S

Alyssa is a very powerful and talented mentalist, training from an extremely young age to learn how to use her abilities.

Telepathy:
Though it is mostly surface-level, Alyssa is able to read minds and communicate through telepathy. Despite her best attempts, she seems unable to mind control someone. This has been a great disappointment to both Alyssa and her father. However, she is able to communicate telepathically at short to mid ranges. (Think within a mile).

Memory Manipulation:
The meat of Alyssa’s power is here. Upon delving into someone’s mind, Alyssa is able to access their memories. She can view them intimately, as if she were in the memory herself. Additionally, she can change them, to make a person believe whatever she wants them to. She can also ‘delete’ memories from another person, though Alyssa personally considers this ‘going too far.’ In essence, Alyssa is a superpowered gaslighter. It works well for what she likes to do. She is able to do this at a range equal to her telepathy.

Memory Copying:
Alyssa can ‘save’ memories from other people in her own mind, copying them over for future reference. Pulling memories from another person requires physical contact. It is easiest if she can touch their head, but she’s been able to do it from a hand touch before. For Alyssa, a fuzzy or repressed memory would be vivid and easy to read. This ability is most helpful because it allows her to learn things other people might know - such as a language or the answer to last night’s math homework.

Perfect Recollection:
Alyssa has the ability to perfectly recall anything that has ever happened to her, as well as any memories she has borrowed from someone else. This gets very granular; she can remember exact smells, sights, and touches. Alyssa considers it a blessing and a curse… some things are simply better left forgotten.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Alyssa’s biggest limitation is that she would fold like paper if things got physical. She’s best at a range, and sometimes the mission just doesn’t allow for that. Additionally, some of her powers require physical contact, and most importantly: time. Pulling a memory that’s been repressed or one from a childhood, in the vivid detail that Alyssa does, is not an easy task by any means, regardless of how much she might act like it is.

She is not very adept at hand-to-hand combat. In fact, she’s rather bad at it. Punching and kicking is not her strong suit, and she’s well aware of that; she does her best to circumvent this using her powers, and is somewhat successful.

C O M B A T

In combat, Alyssa is surgical and destructive with what she does. It’s easy to beat almost anyone if she simply acts first.

She likes to pull out the ‘background’ memories people have. Making people forget to breathe, how to walk, or talk, or how to fight… doing it quick and dirty isn’t her favorite, and sometimes its not her best work, but it has proven to be rather effective.

The simple truth of the matter is Alyssa would prefer to not be in combat, and instead be a member of an intelligence team. Interrogation, manipulation, and negotation are much more her forte.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Blonde | Straight | She likes ponytails?
• Eyes: Green
• Height: 5’1”
• Body Type: Somewhat curvy
• Clothing Style: Type of Fashion | Examples of clothing items they wear frequently or that can be found in their closet
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: None worth noting, standard piercings.

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

TBD (please davi i suck at this kind of thing)

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

• Collected
• Calculating
• Manipulative
• Protective
• Vindictive
• Holds a grudge
• Possessive
• Confident
• Charismatic

F E A R S

Alyssa’s fear is that her father will find out about her manipulation, and then she’d be left wondering if it was worth all the effort just to protect her brother if she loses her future in the process.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Alexander Cashmore: Alyssa’s father. She considers him one of the most valuable people to be on the earth. She has a lot to learn from him, and plans to take over his company and position of power. Also, she kind of hates him. It’s difficult.

Matthew Cashmore: Her beloved little brother. Alyssa cannot help but somewhat blame Matt for the death of their mother, but she ultimately feels compelled to shield and protect him from their father. Alyssa wishes he took more pride in his abilities and carried himself a bit better. These are things that are difficult to put to words though, and she’s made an almost subconscious decision to let Will handle him.

William Blake: Alyssa has a deep respect for Will. He may be a little tight on the rules for her tastes, but she is nonetheless impressed by the way he carries himself. Alyssa has already cracked under the pressure of the world around her, and William seems to thrive under that weight. How could she not respect him? If William were ever to break bad, Alyssa isn’t sure how she would handle it. Though she isn’t sure how he views her, she certainly considers him to be one of her rocks. At times, her only.

Athena Cashmore: Cousin; TBD

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Evelyn Harding: Evelyn is the single most frustrating person in Alyssa’s life. Despite, in her mind, creating a neon sign that says ‘I want to kiss you’ and waving it around rapidly, Evelyn seems to either not notice or not care about all of Alyssa’s efforts in their relationship. Alyssa is not sure which one would be more insulting. One way or another, Alyssa plans to make Evelyn hers.

⋙: Ｈ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ Ｒ Ｙ

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

Once upon a time, Alyssa was an only child. Some people in her life truly believe that Alyssa thinks this was a ‘better’ time, but the truth is to her it was just… ‘different.’ She can remember her mother, she can remember how she sounded, what she said, how she smelt, how it felt when she rocked her to sleep. She remembers all of those things fondly. Unfortunately, when her younger brother was born, Alyssa lost her mother.

This is something she has always struggled with. Though she knows it wasn’t his fault, she can’t help but somewhat place blame of their mother’s death on Matthew. When something so tragic happens to a child, dealing with the trauma is… difficult, and Alyssa found a person to blame. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to put the young girl in therapy, but Alexander Cashmore had no time or foresight for such a thing — so she had to deal with it herself.

It was a really unfortunate situation; Alexander seemed to not care about Matthew, and Alyssa had to often ‘deal with him’ herself, even at a young age. If Matthew cried, and there was no nanny, or auntie, or uncle around to answer the call, then it fell on the older sister to figure it out. This would only add to her resentment, and in a not-so-shocking turn of events, Alyssa eventually turned her frustration on her father as well.

Even though she was starting to resent him, she knew even at a young age that she was her father’s favorite. In his eyes, how could she not be? Even in her adolescent years, Alyssa used her powers to manipulate people to get what she wanted. When her father found out, Alyssa thought she’d be punished — perhaps in a similar way to her brother, who was practically abandoned by their father at this point. Instead, Alyssa found her father overjoyed at his daughter’s lack of morals.

Throughout her teenage years, she worked closely with him to learn the inner workings of the business, planning to take it over after she finished college — hostilely if necessary. By this time, Alyssa had mostly come to terms with her mother’s death. She learned to protect her brother, and that they were to depend on each other and help each other, even if she was fairly harsh with him. In her mind, pushing Matthew to be one of the best was the greatest way to make a thorn in her father’s side.

When Matthew turned eighteen, Alexander tasked Alyssa with the job of reaching into Matthew’s mind and reprogramming his memories to think he always wanted to do whatever his father wanted. If he was sent to college with the right mindset, Alexander thought, then he would grow into the ‘right’ person. Alyssa had to think and act fast, and tweaked her father’s memory to believe she’d already ‘fixed’ Matt.

To this day, she’s still waiting for it to blow up in her face; not to mention the surprisingly immense guilt she feels over it. Her darkest secret.

⋙:Ａ Ｎ Ｙ Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｅ Ｌ Ｓ Ｅ

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Hayden Panettiere, 708090

Alyssa likes to play tennis
She is the manager of East of Eden
She considers herself Evelyn Harding’s biggest fan
As a senior, she plans to ‘adopt’ a freshman or two
She really likes strawberries. Like they’re her absolute favorite.

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

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Alyssa

▲ Fracture

Alyssa Deserae Cashmore

^{Nickname(s): Lyss, Lyssa}

I like people. In the same way that people are so fond of dogs. They’re loyal, easily handled, clever and stupid. Just watching them is fun. And also, they love me.

– Makima

╟ 04/01 (23) || Caucasian || Female || She’s secretive about labels || Gay || Stalker Status ╢

⋙: Ａ Ｃ Ａ Ｄ Ｅ Ｍ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || I think they’re a bit too obvious with what they’re going for here. Regardless, I did well enough. My father is who he is though, so I’m sure I didn’t do too well on the ‘secret’ part of the exam. Oops. || Her father must have told her what to expect, some of her answers are almost like she was mocking us.

|| Practical test || Poorly. Action is hardly my forte, I’m more of an infiltration and manipulation type. The guy in the chair, I think they call it? I did pass though. || She went inside the head of the teacher playing villain and broke his mental. She repaired him after a while… but for a minute there, it seemed like he’d never come back from that.

|| Written essay topic || I wrote about my father and how the things he does and the way he runs his company are possibly the grossest abuse of power in the history of humankind. I also spoke about how, despite his abhorrent methods and the fact that he practically has a monopoly, Alexander Cashmore’s intentions are (unfortunately) quite pure. || It was grossly philosophical.

|| Video supplement || “I’ve never really understood this part of the exam. Maybe I have a brand in mind, maybe I don’t. But aren’t there people who are paid a lot of money to handle marketing? Why do I have to do it? I’m not going to do someone’s job for them, so unless we plan to fire the publicists and marketers, I suggest you step aside and let them do their job — instead of asking an eighteen year old to have their entire future planned out.” || God I hate her.

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak Academy

Y E A R

Senior

C L A S S I F I C A T I O N

Mentalist

O C C U P A T I O N

Warden
East of Eden manager

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

Campus Castle

I N T E R N S H I P S

N/A
Alyssa is significantly more interested in running her father’s company, and sees heroing as a means to an end. To that goal, she has worked closely with him in the inner workings of Cashmore Global.

⋙: Ｒ Ｅ Ｐ Ｕ Ｔ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ

____________________________________________________________________

Because of her last name, most people look at her with some level of respect. People who know her past face value look at her with a mix of fear and respect, always left wondering if she’s used her powers against them or not.

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

____________________________________________________________________

A B I L I T I E S

Alyssa is a very powerful and talented mentalist, training from an extremely young age to learn how to use her abilities.

Telepathy:
Though it is mostly surface-level, Alyssa is able to read minds and communicate through telepathy. Despite her best attempts, she seems unable to mind control someone. This has been a great disappointment to both Alyssa and her father. However, she is able to communicate telepathically at short to mid ranges. (Think within a mile).

Memory Manipulation:
The meat of Alyssa’s power is here. Upon delving into someone’s mind, Alyssa is able to access their memories. She can view them intimately, as if she were in the memory herself. Additionally, she can change them, to make a person believe whatever she wants them to. She can also ‘delete’ memories from another person, though Alyssa personally considers this ‘going too far.’ In essence, Alyssa is a superpowered gaslighter. It works well for what she likes to do. She is able to do this at a range equal to her telepathy.

Memory Copying:
Alyssa can ‘save’ memories from other people in her own mind, copying them over for future reference. Pulling memories from another person requires physical contact. It is easiest if she can touch their head, but she’s been able to do it from a hand touch before. For Alyssa, a fuzzy or repressed memory would be vivid and easy to read. This ability is most helpful because it allows her to learn things other people might know - such as a language or the answer to last night’s math homework.

Perfect Recollection:
Alyssa has the ability to perfectly recall anything that has ever happened to her, as well as any memories she has borrowed from someone else. This gets very granular; she can remember exact smells, sights, and touches. Alyssa considers it a blessing and a curse… some things are simply better left forgotten.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Alyssa’s biggest limitation is that she would fold like paper if things got physical. She’s best at a range, and sometimes the mission just doesn’t allow for that. Additionally, some of her powers require physical contact, and most importantly: time. Pulling a memory that’s been repressed or one from a childhood, in the vivid detail that Alyssa does, is not an easy task by any means, regardless of how much she might act like it is.

She is not very adept at hand-to-hand combat. In fact, she’s rather bad at it. Punching and kicking is not her strong suit, and she’s well aware of that; she does her best to circumvent this using her powers, and is somewhat successful.

C O M B A T

In combat, Alyssa is surgical and destructive with what she does. It’s easy to beat almost anyone if she simply acts first.

She likes to pull out the ‘background’ memories people have. Making people forget to breathe, how to walk, or talk, or how to fight… doing it quick and dirty isn’t her favorite, and sometimes its not her best work, but it has proven to be rather effective.

The simple truth of the matter is Alyssa would prefer to not be in combat, and instead be a member of an intelligence team. Interrogation, manipulation, and negotation are much more her forte.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Blonde | Straight | She likes ponytails?
• Eyes: Green
• Height: 5’1”
• Body Type: Somewhat curvy
• Clothing Style: Type of Fashion | Examples of clothing items they wear frequently or that can be found in their closet
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: None worth noting, standard piercings.

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

TBD (please davi i suck at this kind of thing)

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

• Collected
• Calculating
• Manipulative
• Protective
• Vindictive
• Holds a grudge
• Possessive
• Confident
• Charismatic

F E A R S

Alyssa’s fear is that her father will find out about her manipulation, and then she’d be left wondering if it was worth all the effort just to protect her brother if she loses her future in the process.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Alexander Cashmore: Alyssa’s father. She considers him one of the most valuable people to be on the earth. She has a lot to learn from him, and plans to take over his company and position of power. Also, she kind of hates him. It’s difficult.

Matthew Cashmore: Her beloved little brother. Alyssa cannot help but somewhat blame Matt for the death of their mother, but she ultimately feels compelled to shield and protect him from their father. Alyssa wishes he took more pride in his abilities and carried himself a bit better. These are things that are difficult to put to words though, and she’s made an almost subconscious decision to let Will handle him.

William Blake: Alyssa has a deep respect for Will. He may be a little tight on the rules for her tastes, but she is nonetheless impressed by the way he carries himself. Alyssa has already cracked under the pressure of the world around her, and William seems to thrive under that weight. How could she not respect him? If William were ever to break bad, Alyssa isn’t sure how she would handle it. Though she isn’t sure how he views her, she certainly considers him to be one of her rocks. At times, her only.

Athena Cashmore: Cousin; TBD

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Evelyn Harding: Evelyn is the single most frustrating person in Alyssa’s life. Despite, in her mind, creating a neon sign that says ‘I want to kiss you’ and waving it around rapidly, Evelyn seems to either not notice or not care about all of Alyssa’s efforts in their relationship. Alyssa is not sure which one would be more insulting. One way or another, Alyssa plans to make Evelyn hers.

⋙: Ｈ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ Ｒ Ｙ

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

Once upon a time, Alyssa was an only child. Some people in her life truly believe that Alyssa thinks this was a ‘better’ time, but the truth is to her it was just… ‘different.’ She can remember her mother, she can remember how she sounded, what she said, how she smelt, how it felt when she rocked her to sleep. She remembers all of those things fondly. Unfortunately, when her younger brother was born, Alyssa lost her mother.

This is something she has always struggled with. Though she knows it wasn’t his fault, she can’t help but somewhat place blame of their mother’s death on Matthew. When something so tragic happens to a child, dealing with the trauma is… difficult, and Alyssa found a person to blame. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to put the young girl in therapy, but Alexander Cashmore had no time or foresight for such a thing — so she had to deal with it herself.

It was a really unfortunate situation; Alexander seemed to not care about Matthew, and Alyssa had to often ‘deal with him’ herself, even at a young age. If Matthew cried, and there was no nanny, or auntie, or uncle around to answer the call, then it fell on the older sister to figure it out. This would only add to her resentment, and in a not-so-shocking turn of events, Alyssa eventually turned her frustration on her father as well.

Even though she was starting to resent him, she knew even at a young age that she was her father’s favorite. In his eyes, how could she not be? Even in her adolescent years, Alyssa used her powers to manipulate people to get what she wanted. When her father found out, Alyssa thought she’d be punished — perhaps in a similar way to her brother, who was practically abandoned by their father at this point. Instead, Alyssa found her father overjoyed at his daughter’s lack of morals.

Throughout her teenage years, she worked closely with him to learn the inner workings of the business, planning to take it over after she finished college — hostilely if necessary. By this time, Alyssa had mostly come to terms with her mother’s death. She learned to protect her brother, and that they were to depend on each other and help each other, even if she was fairly harsh with him. In her mind, pushing Matthew to be one of the best was the greatest way to make a thorn in her father’s side.

When Matthew turned eighteen, Alexander tasked Alyssa with the job of reaching into Matthew’s mind and reprogramming his memories to think he always wanted to do whatever his father wanted. If he was sent to college with the right mindset, Alexander thought, then he would grow into the ‘right’ person. Alyssa had to think and act fast, and tweaked her father’s memory to believe she’d already ‘fixed’ Matt.

To this day, she’s still waiting for it to blow up in her face; not to mention the surprisingly immense guilt she feels over it. Her darkest secret.

⋙:Ａ Ｎ Ｙ Ｔ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｅ Ｌ Ｓ Ｅ

____________________________________________________________________

Hayden Panettiere, 708090

Alyssa likes to play tennis
She is the manager of East of Eden
She considers herself Evelyn Harding’s biggest fan
As a senior, she plans to ‘adopt’ a freshman or two
She really likes strawberries. Like they’re her absolute favorite.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Benzaiten, ruler of the flow

f l o w
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P O W E R

^{Benzaiten has control over the flow of all things - once upon a time, this meant a whole lot more. Today? Without effort, she can sort of unclog a pipe. It’s kind of belittling. At least she can still envision the flow. To put it quite simply, Benzaiten sees the world as one big Rube goldberg machine that isn’t quite performing to its maximum potential, and with a bit of effort, she can help it flow a little more cleanly.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{i’ll see you in another life, brotha}}

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Daniel Helmsley

▲ Metal Man

Daniel Brian Helmsley

^{Nickname(s): Danny Boy}

Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.

– Gordon Gecko

╟ January 1st (22) || White || Alpha Male || The Metal Man does not limit himself to such petty illusions as labels || Bisexual || Single and really needs a partner to keep him humble ╢

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || This shit be coming to me too easy, bro. See, the thing is my psycho dad had me studying this shit from the moment I could walk and talk. He was like ‘Danny, one day you’re going to decimate the super world.’ And I was like, dude, what? I’m fucking six years old, why do you have me studying shit like the Supes in world wars? Whatever. Anyway, just call me Easy A. || Unfortunately, Mr. Helmsley did indeed ace the test. Trust me, we’re just as disappointed about it as you are.

|| Practical test || I got this super act down to a T. Arrive, save the day, smile and wave. || Though the young Mr. Helmsley was somewhat focused on the way he looked and was received more than doing a good job… he did succeed in the end.

|| Written essay topic || This is where the fun began! See, I have to convince the people who are reading my tests that I actually want to be a superhero. Which is like, I do… but what I really want is all the money and the fame. Pops is in jail these days, and look, the Supreme clothing does not come cheap. || He wrote about how you can live a better life by being a hero rather than a villain. There was some clear passion here, though his methods seem a little… misguided.

|| Video supplement || “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking ‘why oh why would we let the son of public enemy number one come to our fancy pants little academy?’ Let me answer that question for you: You ever watched an anime before? Everyone goes nuts for the guy with the bad guy origins who turns out to be a good guy. And guess what? That’s me. I become a hero, I overcome the expectations and trials of who my dad is and boom. Instant star. I make a bunch of money, the companies make a bunch of money… everyone’s happy.” || Dammit he’s right.

S C H O O L

Crestview College → Crystal Peak

Y E A R

Senior

O C C U P A T I O N

Danny Boy has no time to work a job because Danny Boy has too much fucking schoolwork to do.

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

Cypress Apartments

I N T E R N S H I P S

Has not had an internship, but also has (perhaps unsurprisingly) not looked for one.

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Danny had a bit of a struggle with the whole ‘son of a supervillain’ thing, but he knew that would happen going in. It’ll be part of his reputation all his life, and it’s something he plans on using to make himself a popular supe. Gotta keep the money flowing.

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

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A B I L I T I E S

Danny Boy here can turn himself into metal. While in his metal form, Danny has increased speed, strength, and massively increased durability. He reckons he’s invincible, and he’s yet to run into anything that can punch him hard enough to make him think otherwise. KO’d, sure once or twice (Fuckin’ Dog Day packs a punch, bro.), but he’s never had anything broken while in the metal form. He’s pretty confident he can get even harder too, but he hasn’t tried too hard.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Danny can only hold the metal form for a few hours at a time, and if he’s knocked out, the metal goes bye bye and so does his face if someone follows through. He’s also extremely heavy while in it, making it difficult for him to be driven or flown around. Extreme heat also fucks with him and makes it difficult to focus and maintain a metal form.

Overall, it’s a pretty simple, but fairly flashy power.

C O M B A T

Danny Boy here’s a bit of brawler. He can throw hands with the best of them, and take more than a few punches himself - both in his metal form and out of it. Ultimately though, on the battlefield, he’s a tank. Smack-talker Skywalker, Danny drags the attention of the enemies and dares them to try and take him down, and waits for the Boys to swoop in and handle business for him. It works out.

He’s also obsessed with the idea of team up moves, and tries to make some that work for himself and all of his buddies. It’s a work in progress, but he’ll be damned if it doesn’t work out in the end.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Brown Blonde Type Beat | Curly? Straight? Who knows. | Messy. Whatever’s convenient. He’s lazy, okay?
• Eyes: Blue Green
• Height: 6’3” (7’ in his metal form)
• Body Type: Positively shredded, it’s like the guy eats nothing but protein. Also quite shiny in his metal form.
• Clothing Style: Danny wears the kind of clothes one might expect from the heir to a mega-fortune. Designer names and tags from head to toe.
• Makeup Wise: Danny paints his nails sometimes, thinks it looks super-fire. He used to be a make-up test dummy for his sisters and never really grew out of painting the nails.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

Dude. When you turn into a giant metal monster, spandex is your friend. I got a pair of stretchy spandex shorts that I wear when I’m up to those daring dos, and that’s fuckin’ it. They’re grey.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

• Cocky
• Melodramatic
• Drama King
• Stupidly loyal
• Headstrong
• Never shuts up
• The man with a plan

F E A R S

His motherfuckin’ dad breakin’ out of prison and demanding to know what the fuck he’s doing in a super hero college.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Christopher Helmsley, Father: Currently Incarcerated at Carceris Island. Seems to still be running his criminal empire from the comfort of his cell, much to the frustration of authorities.
Bianca Helmsley, Mother
Sofia Helmsley, Older sister
Ryan Helmsley, Older brother

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Danny is besties with the Boys. The Lads. The Crew. His people.
Danny has little to no strong feelings at this time toward the others.

⋙: Ｈ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ Ｒ Ｙ

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

Daniel Helmsley was born in California to Christopher and Bianca Helmsley, their youngest child. In his early years, Daniel was expected to learn about the superhero society that Christopher longed to one day control. Unfortunately for Daniel, he had gotten rather unlucky with his heritage; his father was the head of a longstanding, massive criminal empire that spanned across the entire world, and to top it all off… Christopher is a bit of a control freak.

Up until the very first day of his junior year of high school, when Christopher was taken in by Sentinel and his team, Daniel felt like he had no choice but to do exactly what his dad wanted him to. That was what everyone else in the family did, so how could he be any different?

Once his dad was in prison though… things kind of changed for him. There was no overbearing force breathing down his neck and telling him that he existed to further the cause of the family’s empire, or that it was his birthright to head the organization… there was really nothing, other than listening to his mother cry every night. (Dude, it’s been like four years and she’s still crying.)

In his senior year, Daniel came up with his master plan. If he could get into Super society, then he figured he had the perfect storyline to make a hundred movies, sell a thousand bucks, and most importantly: make himself his own goddamn money. After he’d gotten old enough to realize the kind of things his father got up, Daniel had decided he’d become a self-made man.

Or, at least a partially self-made man. He wasn’t about to be the type to say no to a small loan of a million dollars, or the credit cards his mother still paid off with the income from the legitimate businesses she and her husband had owned. Eventually, Daniel would make it on his own, but he’d take his sweet time getting there.

He spent most of his junior year and all of his senior year preparing for his master plan. The work he did with his father was given new life and new direction, and by the time he graduated high school his master plan was ready to be put in motion…

And then after he put in his application, he got sent to Crestview instead of Crystal Peak. He’s still reeling with disappointment in himself.

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Daniel Sherman, F77EE9
His hobbies include:
Smoking weed
Drinking booze
Playing NBA 2k
Coloring books
Painting his nails
Trying to convince D-Day that his beast form would look sweet with a big ol’ purple bow
Shopping

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Michael Stroud

▲ Undecided

Michael Andrew Stroud

^{Nickname(s): Mike, his parents call him Mikey; unsure if he likes either of these, prefers Michael}

Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil. _{– Hub}

╟ March 15, (20) || Caucasian || Male || Agnostic, Registered Democrat || Bisexual? He has to try both ways to decide || Has Never Been Kissed ╢

⋙: Ａ Ｃ Ａ Ｄ Ｅ Ｍ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || “I have spent my entire life practicing for this test. Getting into Crystal Peak has been what my life has revolved around for as long as I can remember… so, you’d think I’d ace it, right? I got a 65%. Please don’t tell my mom.” || While Mr. Stroud’s essay answers on history leave something to be desired, and his problem solving methods aren’t always what we would consider ‘ideal,’ it’s notable that he excelled in the leadership and morality parts of the exam.

|| Practical test || “I guess this test is different for everyone. I thought it was going to be like… ‘show us your power!’ type of experience, but it wasn’t. The teacher and I did some weird game where they played bad guys, and I had to stop them and protect some civilians. They laughed at me when I tried to talk them down.” || After reading his written test and essay, it’s a lot less surprising that Mr. Stroud attempted to talk the ‘villains’ in his scenario down from their plots of evil. He managed to hold them at bay and attempt his conversation for a good six minutes before the risk to civilians was too great, and he put a stop to it. Admirable young man.

|| Written essay topic || “It’s kind of personal, isn’t it?” || Mr. Stroud’s essay details an encounter he had with a person in New York City. Though powerless, Mr. Stroud describes this person as one of his biggest role models, and talks about how most of the world’s heroes could learn a thing or two from him.

|| Video supplement || “I really have to do this part? This seems a little… uhm, pretentious?”

Michael Stroud stares into the camera in what appears to be his bedroom. There’s a long pause, as the clearly exasperated young man tries to find the words he wants to say. How does one sell themselves to a college as prestigious as Crystal Peak? He should have written a script. Eventually, he speaks. “...I just want to help people.” Another pause, this one more brief. “Is that good enough?”

“Yeah, Mikey. That’ll work.”

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak all the way

Y E A R

Freshmen

C L A S S I F I C A T I O N

Almighty

O C C U P A T I O N

While not a paying job, Michael spends a lot of time in NYC working as a volunteer, often at soup kitchens or animal shelters. For money, he receives an allowance from his parents

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

The Towers at Crystal Lake Commons

I N T E R N S H I P S

Took one year after high school to work closely with Sentinel and the Coalition - Sentinel pushed for this, tough guy to say no to.

⋙: Ｒ Ｅ Ｐ Ｕ Ｔ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ

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Michael has been in the public eye for a while. Given who his parents are, it would have been impossible for him to not be, but coupled with the officially unofficial internship he has been working, people know who he is. It doesn’t help that he's selected neither a look nor a hero name.

⋙: Ｐ Ｏ Ｗ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ ^{＆ Ｆ Ｉ Ｇ Ｈ Ｔ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ Ｙ Ｌ Ｅ}

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A B I L I T I E S

Superhuman Strength: Michael possesses inhuman strength. So strong, in fact, that it’s been ingrained in him that the world around him is one of cardboard; he has to hold back for the safety of everyone. This strength lends itself to his body as well - he is seemingly indestructible.

Flight: Michael is able to soar through the skies. He is not quite capable of breaking the sound barrier, but is interested in testing the limits of his abilities; something his parents never really let him do.

Heat Vision: Michael can fire freakin’ laser beams from his eyes. They are red, and they are very, very hot.

Super Senses: Michael’s senses are enhanced; i.e., he can hear extremely acutely, smell subtle scents, and his eyes are extra capable of making out fine details.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Michael’s main limitation is his lack of training. He relies too heavily on his natural powers and isn’t refined. Additionally, his mind isn’t exactly well fortified against psychic attacks. His super senses are often more of a hindrance than a boon; his super hearing can make it hard for him to concentrate — and picking out what noises he wants to hear vs doesn’t can be quite difficult at times, and loud noises can stunlock him somewhat. Adjusting to different levels of brightness can take longer

Finally, and perhaps most importantly: he is deathly allergic to peaches. Being in too close of proximity to one can cause his powers to falter and him to lose his abilities. Consuming one could be fatal - he’s only had one in his entire life, and his parents thought they’d lost him that day.

Georgia isn’t too high on his superhero’ing dream spots.

C O M B A T

Still has a lot of work to do. Currently coasts on his sizable abilities, but could easily be outsmarted or outplayed.

⋙: Ａ Ｐ Ｐ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ^{＆ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ}

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Color | Type | How it's usually styled or worn
• Eyes: Color
• Height: In feet and inches
• Body Type: Figure, build, etc.
• Clothing Style: Type of Fashion | Examples of clothing items they wear frequently or that can be found in their closet
• Makeup Wise: If applicable. If not feel free to delete.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Self-explanatory

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

As yet undecided. He tried out a few different looks during his time with the Coalition. He knows he wants a cape.

He wants a cape so badly.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

IAt first glance, it can be difficult to find flaws in Michael Stroud. He has been raised to be humble, gentle, and selfless person. For as long as he can remember, he’s been taught that his powers make him different but not better than other people. Resolutely noble, Michael has a strong sense of justice and right and wrong. He believes that there is good in every heart, and that it is up to the individual to better themselves to better everyone else around them. He holds himself to an extremely high standard, and he uses his powers to help other people because it is the right thing to do.

Beneath that, though? Michael is naive. He believes so strongly in his own values that he simply takes the rest of the world at face value, and believes everyone - especially his fellow Supes - hold the same values as close to heart as he does. He is a deeply trusting person, and easy to take advantage of. Michael is also surprisingly sheltered, given the life he’s lived so far. It was important to both of his parents that he not be exposed to certain parts of the world, and while it’s worked, it remains to be seen how he will handle the world on his own.

There is a lot of pressure riding on his shoulders, as he’s been told for a long time by his family that he is going to be the greatest superhero the world has ever seen. The stress of living up to that expectation often keeps him up at night.

F E A R S

That he won’t be able to live up to the heavy expectations laid on his shoulders.
Often has nightmares about his very early childhood, before he was adopted by Nathaniel and Serenity Stroud. He doesn’t know details and to be frank he isn’t interested in looking into it.

⋙: Ｆ Ａ Ｍ Ｉ Ｌ Ｙ ^{＆ Ｒ Ｅ Ｌ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｐ Ｓ}

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Nathaniel Stroud: Michael’s adoptive father. A superhero by the name of Sentinel, Nathaniel leads the Coalition; Bechtel International’s premier superhero team.
Serenity Stroud: Michael’s adoptive mother. A superhero by the name of Barrage, she is a member of the Coalition with her husband.
Raelynn Stroud: His elder sister. Has a similar explosive power to her mother. Michael likes her, but thinks she goes a little extra sometime when apprehending a criminal.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Anthony ‘Tony’ Capello: The subject of Michael’s written essay in his entrance exam. Tony is a powerless man who lives in New York City. Along with his wife, he runs a charitable organization that functions as a soup kitchen and homeless shelter. Michael can often be found helping out there. Michael considers Tony to be one of the most selfless people he knows, and a big reason why he doesn’t believe Gifts make you better than an ungifted person.
Nemo: Purchased as a puppy for him on his 7th birthday, Michale named the golden retriever after his favorite movie. They are best friends, and Michael has already set up a routine with his mother so he can check on his dog before he goes to sleep every evening.

⋙: Ｈ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｏ Ｒ Ｙ

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

For almost the entire first year of his life Michael was a nameless John Doe in a Cashmore Global lab. He had been taken away from his family by the company when they learned that he had manifested powers out of nowhere. Born to parents who were nothing, the young child had no right to power in the eyes of Cashmore Global, and they were going to find out how he’d gotten them. Shortly after he was removed from his parents, his parents were killed in a tragic car accident, and his birth certificate and other information about his family was ‘lost’ in an office move. Essentially, Cashmore Global had their perfect science experiment.

This lasted only eight months, until Sentinel heard about the experimentation being done. Sentinel wouldn’t stand for it, and he was a tough man to bargain with. By the end of that very same day, the baby was coming home with him. By the end of the week, he was adopted and named Michael Stroud. Sentinel would take it upon himself to train the child. Cashmore had agreed, so long as they were allowed weekly sessions with the boy to learn about his growth.

From a very young age, Michael spent long hours training not just with Sentinel, but the other seven members of the Coalition. It wasn’t until he was about twelve that his father told him he wanted him to become the greatest superhero in history. Even back then, Nathaniel seemed to believe that his young son had the power and the potential to save everyone.

Michael was a dedicated Boy Scout through all of his youth, and became an Eagle Scout before graduating. His father suggested it when he was younger as a way to hopefully instill good values in him, and Michael took to it very naturally. After graduating high school, his college of choice had practically already been picked for him: Crystal Peak Academy. Before he went to the Academy though, Sentinel had pulled some strings to make it legally acceptable for Michael to work with him and his team - on smaller missions of course.

Taking a year-long sabbatical, Michael got a feel for heroing and the backstage politics of it. After a year of working at it, Michael already knows he hates that part of the job, and he hopes to find a way that he can work on his own, though he knows his father dreams of him being on the Coalition.

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Logan Shroyer, 89cff0

• Michael enjoys camping
• Michael struggles with sleeping. His mind races often, and he can be found hovering above the Coalition’s tower - or, these days, hovering above the Crystal Peak Academy.
• Michael is a warm and accepting person, but his naivety may make it a bit difficult for him to find friends among his peers.

DWS [SHELVED UNTIL BETTER TIME]

Michael Stroud

▲ Undecided

Michael Andrew Stroud

^{Nickname(s): Mike, his parents call him Mikey; unsure if he likes either of these, prefers Michael}

Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil. _{– Hub}

╟ March 15, (20) || Caucasian || Male || Agnostic, Registered Democrat || Bisexual? He has to try both ways to decide || Has Never Been Kissed ╢

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || “I have spent my entire life practicing for this test. Getting into Crystal Peak has been what my life has revolved around for as long as I can remember… so, you’d think I’d ace it, right? I got a 65%. Please don’t tell my mom.” || While Mr. Stroud’s essay answers on history leave something to be desired, and his problem solving methods aren’t always what we would consider ‘ideal,’ it’s notable that he excelled in the leadership and morality parts of the exam.

|| Practical test || “I guess this test is different for everyone. I thought it was going to be like… ‘show us your power!’ type of experience, but it wasn’t. The teacher and I did some weird game where they played bad guys, and I had to stop them and protect some civilians. They laughed at me when I tried to talk them down.” || After reading his written test and essay, it’s a lot less surprising that Mr. Stroud attempted to talk the ‘villains’ in his scenario down from their plots of evil. He managed to hold them at bay and attempt his conversation for a good six minutes before the risk to civilians was too great, and he put a stop to it. Admirable young man.

|| Written essay topic || “It’s kind of personal, isn’t it?” || Mr. Stroud’s essay details an encounter he had with a person in New York City. Though powerless, Mr. Stroud describes this person as one of his biggest role models, and talks about how most of the world’s heroes could learn a thing or two from him.

|| Video supplement || “I really have to do this part? This seems a little… uhm, pretentious?”

Michael Stroud stares into the camera in what appears to be his bedroom. There’s a long pause, as the clearly exasperated young man tries to find the words he wants to say. How does one sell themselves to a college as prestigious as Crystal Peak? He should have written a script. Eventually, he speaks. “...I just want to help people.” Another pause, this one more brief. “Is that good enough?”

“Yeah, Mikey. That’ll work.”

S C H O O L

Crystal Peak all the way

Y E A R

Freshmen

C L A S S I F I C A T I O N

Almighty

O C C U P A T I O N

While not a paying job, Michael spends a lot of time in NYC working as a volunteer, often at soup kitchens or animal shelters. For money, he receives an allowance from his parents

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

The Towers at Crystal Lake Commons

I N T E R N S H I P S

Took one year after high school to work closely with Sentinel and the Coalition - Sentinel pushed for this, tough guy to say no to.

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Michael has been in the public eye for a while. Given who his parents are, it would have been impossible for him to not be, but coupled with the officially unofficial internship he has been working, people know who he is. It doesn’t help that he's selected neither a look nor a hero name.

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A B I L I T I E S

Superhuman Strength: Michael possesses inhuman strength. So strong, in fact, that it’s been ingrained in him that the world around him is one of cardboard; he has to hold back for the safety of everyone. This strength lends itself to his body as well - he is seemingly indestructible.

Flight: Michael is able to soar through the skies. He is not quite capable of breaking the sound barrier, but is interested in testing the limits of his abilities; something his parents never really let him do.

Heat Vision: Michael can fire freakin’ laser beams from his eyes. They are red, and they are very, very hot.

Super Senses: Michael’s senses are enhanced; i.e., he can hear extremely acutely, smell subtle scents, and his eyes are extra capable of making out fine details.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Michael’s main limitation is his lack of training. He relies too heavily on his natural powers and isn’t refined. Additionally, his mind isn’t exactly well fortified against psychic attacks. His super senses are often more of a hindrance than a boon; his super hearing can make it hard for him to concentrate — and picking out what noises he wants to hear vs doesn’t can be quite difficult at times, and loud noises can stunlock him somewhat. Adjusting to different levels of brightness can take longer

Finally, and perhaps most importantly: he is deathly allergic to peaches. Being in too close of proximity to one can cause his powers to falter and him to lose his abilities. Consuming one could be fatal - he’s only had one in his entire life, and his parents thought they’d lost him that day.

Georgia isn’t too high on his superhero’ing dream spots.

C O M B A T

Still has a lot of work to do. Currently coasts on his sizable abilities, but could easily be outsmarted or outplayed.

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Color | Type | How it's usually styled or worn
• Eyes: Color
• Height: In feet and inches
• Body Type: Figure, build, etc.
• Clothing Style: Type of Fashion | Examples of clothing items they wear frequently or that can be found in their closet
• Makeup Wise: If applicable. If not feel free to delete.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Self-explanatory

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

As yet undecided. He tried out a few different looks during his time with the Coalition. He knows he wants a cape.

He wants a cape so badly.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

IAt first glance, it can be difficult to find flaws in Michael Stroud. He has been raised to be humble, gentle, and selfless person. For as long as he can remember, he’s been taught that his powers make him different but not better than other people. Resolutely noble, Michael has a strong sense of justice and right and wrong. He believes that there is good in every heart, and that it is up to the individual to better themselves to better everyone else around them. He holds himself to an extremely high standard, and he uses his powers to help other people because it is the right thing to do.

Beneath that, though? Michael is naive. He believes so strongly in his own values that he simply takes the rest of the world at face value, and believes everyone - especially his fellow Supes - hold the same values as close to heart as he does. He is a deeply trusting person, and easy to take advantage of. Michael is also surprisingly sheltered, given the life he’s lived so far. It was important to both of his parents that he not be exposed to certain parts of the world, and while it’s worked, it remains to be seen how he will handle the world on his own.

There is a lot of pressure riding on his shoulders, as he’s been told for a long time by his family that he is going to be the greatest superhero the world has ever seen. The stress of living up to that expectation often keeps him up at night.

F E A R S

That he won’t be able to live up to the heavy expectations laid on his shoulders.
Often has nightmares about his very early childhood, before he was adopted by Nathaniel and Serenity Stroud. He doesn’t know details and to be frank he isn’t interested in looking into it.

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Nathaniel Stroud: Michael’s adoptive father. A superhero by the name of Sentinel, Nathaniel leads the Coalition; Bechtel International’s premier superhero team.
Serenity Stroud: Michael’s adoptive mother. A superhero by the name of Barrage, she is a member of the Coalition with her husband.
Raelynn Stroud: His elder sister. Has a similar explosive power to her mother. Michael likes her, but thinks she goes a little extra sometime when apprehending a criminal.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Anthony ‘Tony’ Capello: The subject of Michael’s written essay in his entrance exam. Tony is a powerless man who lives in New York City. Along with his wife, he runs a charitable organization that functions as a soup kitchen and homeless shelter. Michael can often be found helping out there. Michael considers Tony to be one of the most selfless people he knows, and a big reason why he doesn’t believe Gifts make you better than an ungifted person.
Nemo: Purchased as a puppy for him on his 7th birthday, Michale named the golden retriever after his favorite movie. They are best friends, and Michael has already set up a routine with his mother so he can check on his dog before he goes to sleep every evening.

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

For almost the entire first year of his life Michael was a nameless John Doe in a Cashmore Global lab. He had been taken away from his family by the company when they learned that he had manifested powers out of nowhere. Born to parents who were nothing, the young child had no right to power in the eyes of Cashmore Global, and they were going to find out how he’d gotten them. Shortly after he was removed from his parents, his parents were killed in a tragic car accident, and his birth certificate and other information about his family was ‘lost’ in an office move. Essentially, Cashmore Global had their perfect science experiment.

This lasted only eight months, until Sentinel heard about the experimentation being done. Sentinel wouldn’t stand for it, and he was a tough man to bargain with. By the end of that very same day, the baby was coming home with him. By the end of the week, he was adopted and named Michael Stroud. Sentinel would take it upon himself to train the child. Cashmore had agreed, so long as they were allowed weekly sessions with the boy to learn about his growth.

From a very young age, Michael spent long hours training not just with Sentinel, but the other seven members of the Coalition. It wasn’t until he was about twelve that his father told him he wanted him to become the greatest superhero in history. Even back then, Nathaniel seemed to believe that his young son had the power and the potential to save everyone.

Michael was a dedicated Boy Scout through all of his youth, and became an Eagle Scout before graduating. His father suggested it when he was younger as a way to hopefully instill good values in him, and Michael took to it very naturally. After graduating high school, his college of choice had practically already been picked for him: Crystal Peak Academy. Before he went to the Academy though, Sentinel had pulled some strings to make it legally acceptable for Michael to work with him and his team - on smaller missions of course.

Taking a year-long sabbatical, Michael got a feel for heroing and the backstage politics of it. After a year of working at it, Michael already knows he hates that part of the job, and he hopes to find a way that he can work on his own, though he knows his father dreams of him being on the Coalition.

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Logan Shroyer, 89cff0

• Michael enjoys camping
• Michael struggles with sleeping. His mind races often, and he can be found hovering above the Coalition’s tower - or, these days, hovering above the Crystal Peak Academy.
• Michael is a warm and accepting person, but his naivety may make it a bit difficult for him to find friends among his peers.

Daniel Helmsley

▲ Metal Man

Daniel Brian Helmsley

^{Nickname(s): Danny Boy}

Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.

– Gordon Gecko

╟ January 1st (22) || White || Alpha Male || The Metal Man does not limit himself to such petty illusions as labels || Bisexual || Single and really needs a partner to keep him humble ╢

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A P P L I C A T I O N P R O C E S S

|| Written test || This shit be coming to me too easy, bro. See, the thing is my psycho dad had me studying this shit from the moment I could walk and talk. He was like ‘Danny, one day you’re going to decimate the super world.’ And I was like, dude, what? I’m fucking six years old, why do you have me studying shit like the Supes in world wars? Whatever. Anyway, just call me Easy A. || Unfortunately, Mr. Helmsley did indeed ace the test. Trust me, we’re just as disappointed about it as you are.

|| Practical test || I got this super act down to a T. Arrive, save the day, smile and wave. || Though the young Mr. Helmsley was somewhat focused on the way he looked and was received more than doing a good job… he did succeed in the end.

|| Written essay topic || This is where the fun began! See, I have to convince the people who are reading my tests that I actually want to be a superhero. Which is like, I do… but what I really want is all the money and the fame. Pops is in jail these days, and look, the Supreme clothing does not come cheap. || He wrote about how you can live a better life by being a hero rather than a villain. There was some clear passion here, though his methods seem a little… misguided.

|| Video supplement || “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking ‘why oh why would we let the son of public enemy number one come to our fancy pants little academy?’ Let me answer that question for you: You ever watched an anime before? Everyone goes nuts for the guy with the bad guy origins who turns out to be a good guy. And guess what? That’s me. I become a hero, I overcome the expectations and trials of who my dad is and boom. Instant star. I make a bunch of money, the companies make a bunch of money… everyone’s happy.” || Dammit he’s right.

S C H O O L

Crestview College → Crystal Peak

Y E A R

Senior

O C C U P A T I O N

Danny Boy has no time to work a job because Danny Boy has too much fucking schoolwork to do.

L I V I N G A R R A N G E M E N T

Cypress Apartments

I N T E R N S H I P S

Has not had an internship, but also has (perhaps unsurprisingly) not looked for one.

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Danny had a bit of a struggle with the whole ‘son of a supervillain’ thing, but he knew that would happen going in. It’ll be part of his reputation all his life, and it’s something he plans on using to make himself a popular supe. Gotta keep the money flowing.

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A B I L I T I E S

Danny Boy here can turn himself into metal. While in his metal form, Danny has increased speed, strength, and massively increased durability. He reckons he’s invincible, and he’s yet to run into anything that can punch him hard enough to make him think otherwise. KO’d, sure once or twice (Fuckin’ Dog Day packs a punch, bro.), but he’s never had anything broken while in the metal form. He’s pretty confident he can get even harder too, but he hasn’t tried too hard.

L I M I T A T I O N S

Danny can only hold the metal form for a few hours at a time, and if he’s knocked out, the metal goes bye bye and so does his face if someone follows through. He’s also extremely heavy while in it, making it difficult for him to be driven or flown around. Extreme heat also fucks with him and makes it difficult to focus and maintain a metal form.

Overall, it’s a pretty simple, but fairly flashy power.

C O M B A T

Danny Boy here’s a bit of brawler. He can throw hands with the best of them, and take more than a few punches himself - both in his metal form and out of it. Ultimately though, on the battlefield, he’s a tank. Smack-talker Skywalker, Danny drags the attention of the enemies and dares them to try and take him down, and waits for the Boys to swoop in and handle business for him. It works out.

He’s also obsessed with the idea of team up moves, and tries to make some that work for himself and all of his buddies. It’s a work in progress, but he’ll be damned if it doesn’t work out in the end.

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D A I L Y L O O K S & S T Y L E

• Hair: Brown Blonde Type Beat | Curly? Straight? Who knows. | Messy. Whatever’s convenient. He’s lazy, okay?
• Eyes: Blue Green
• Height: 6’3” (7’ in his metal form)
• Body Type: Positively shredded, it’s like the guy eats nothing but protein. Also quite shiny in his metal form.
• Clothing Style: Danny wears the kind of clothes one might expect from the heir to a mega-fortune. Designer names and tags from head to toe.
• Makeup Wise: Danny paints his nails sometimes, thinks it looks super-fire. He used to be a make-up test dummy for his sisters and never really grew out of painting the nails.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: N/A

S U P E L O O K S & S T Y L E

Dude. When you turn into a giant metal monster, spandex is your friend. I got a pair of stretchy spandex shorts that I wear when I’m up to those daring dos, and that’s fuckin’ it. They’re grey.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

• Cocky
• Melodramatic
• Drama King
• Stupidly loyal
• Headstrong
• Never shuts up
• The man with a plan

F E A R S

His motherfuckin’ dad breakin’ out of prison and demanding to know what the fuck he’s doing in a super hero college.

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L O V E D O N E S
D I R E C T F A M I L Y

Christopher Helmsley, Father: Currently Incarcerated at Carceris Island. Seems to still be running his criminal empire from the comfort of his cell, much to the frustration of authorities.
Bianca Helmsley, Mother
Sofia Helmsley, Older sister
Ryan Helmsley, Older brother

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Danny is besties with the Boys. The Lads. The Crew. His people.
Danny has little to no strong feelings at this time toward the others.

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Y O U R L I F E S O F A R

Daniel Helmsley was born in California to Christopher and Bianca Helmsley, their youngest child. In his early years, Daniel was expected to learn about the superhero society that Christopher longed to one day control. Unfortunately for Daniel, he had gotten rather unlucky with his heritage; his father was the head of a longstanding, massive criminal empire that spanned across the entire world, and to top it all off… Christopher is a bit of a control freak.

Up until the very first day of his junior year of high school, when Christopher was taken in by Sentinel and his team, Daniel felt like he had no choice but to do exactly what his dad wanted him to. That was what everyone else in the family did, so how could he be any different?

Once his dad was in prison though… things kind of changed for him. There was no overbearing force breathing down his neck and telling him that he existed to further the cause of the family’s empire, or that it was his birthright to head the organization… there was really nothing, other than listening to his mother cry every night. (Dude, it’s been like four years and she’s still crying.)

In his senior year, Daniel came up with his master plan. If he could get into Super society, then he figured he had the perfect storyline to make a hundred movies, sell a thousand bucks, and most importantly: make himself his own goddamn money. After he’d gotten old enough to realize the kind of things his father got up, Daniel had decided he’d become a self-made man.

Or, at least a partially self-made man. He wasn’t about to be the type to say no to a small loan of a million dollars, or the credit cards his mother still paid off with the income from the legitimate businesses she and her husband had owned. Eventually, Daniel would make it on his own, but he’d take his sweet time getting there.

He spent most of his junior year and all of his senior year preparing for his master plan. The work he did with his father was given new life and new direction, and by the time he graduated high school his master plan was ready to be put in motion…

And then after he put in his application, he got sent to Crestview instead of Crystal Peak. He’s still reeling with disappointment in himself.

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Daniel Sherman, F77EE9
His hobbies include:
Smoking weed
Drinking booze
Playing NBA 2k
Coloring books
Painting his nails
Trying to convince D-Day that his beast form would look sweet with a big ol’ purple bow
Shopping

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

_{Location: Valhalla → Seattle
Mentions: Anubis, Persephone
Interactions: Odin @KZOMBI3}

Then.

The ranch was called Valhalla. It was huge, encompassing hundreds of acres of property, including a river, and a pair of mountains and all the vast wilderness inbetween. In Váli’s opinion, it was practically a paradise. It was almost fully self-sustaining, with a massive garden, solar power, and plenty of livestock that Váli and a few of his boys were adept at butchering. Once upon a time, Valhalla had simply been Váli’s private paradise, and in recent years he’d opened its gates by becoming a foster parent.

Even though it was long ago, Váli had vivid memories of growing up with his brothers. There was something to be said about having that brotherhood while growing up, and though it wasn’t always a good time with his siblings, Váli had to believe that they would support each other when they needed it. After all, he only existed to avenge one of his fallen brothers. Baldr, a man he’d never met.

Of course, Váli intended to be a better father figure than Odin ever was. When he was ‘younger’ (it was tough for him to think of a time when he was younger, since he’d grown to adult age in less than a day), Odin hadn’t been the best. In recent times, though, he was doing his best — it of course helped that he was willing to pay for Váli’s home life.

Today was a relaxation day for Váli and his boys; all of them were at a swimming hole together. For the older boys, it was something of a celebration; Dad was leaving for two weeks for his yearly trip to Seattle. Without his supervision, Váli wasn’t sure what they got up to, but he certainly trusted them. As long as they didn’t burn the place down, it would be fine.

For the newest member of the family, an eight year old boy named Eric who’d been removed from an abusive, neglectful family to Valhalla. The adjustment portion was always difficult, but Váli had been through it more than a few times. Though once upon a time, he was a mighty warrior who felled foes without remorse or regret, Váli’s calling these days was helping these boys conquer their fears.

Together, he and the boy were standing on top of the waterfall that filled the swimming hole they’d gathered at. The intention was to jump off of it and into the water below, but Eric was having trouble building up the courage to do so. Váli knelt in front of him. “You’re afraid.” He was the spirit of vengeance, not the spirit of subtlety. Eric stared at him and then gave a small nod, and Váli put a massive hand on the boy’s shoulder. “That’s alright. You are very small, and you’ve been through a lot. Too much, I would say, for someone so small.”

Of course, there was more than just fear. Though he wasn’t sure if the boy even truly knew how he felt, Váli could practically taste the anger and drive for vengeance against those who had treated him poorly in the air. There were healthy ways to deal with feelings like that, and though it had taken Váli a millennia to learn that himself, he wanted to teach it to the boys he brought into his home.

Eric grimaced a bit, and Váli could tell he was somewhat unsure. “But, now is the time to be brave. A start to freeing yourself from those feelings.” Váli rose and stepped backwards, toward the edge of the cliff as he kept his eyes on the boy. “I brought you here because I believe you can do anything and everything. Valhalla is home to men. I won’t come up until you come down.” He gave a two finger salute to the young boy, and took one more step backwards, plunging himself off the cliff and down the waterfall toward the waiting swimming spot at the bottom.

“Hey, wait no!”

Váli could hear the protests of the child as he fell, and the last thing he saw before he hit the water was the boy staring down at him. Was it tough love? Maybe, but Váli didn’t want him to be afraid forever. Jumping off a cliff and into a pool of water was certainly a start, a bit dramatic even, but dramatic was in his blood. He got it from his father, he reckoned.

As the water surrounded him, Váli let himself sink to the bottom of the water, and sat upright on the floor. Once upon a time, Váli would have found the quietness of being underwater unnerving, but these days there was a calming peacefulness to it. He had to partially thank his therapist for the peacefulness he’d found, Váli only learned to let things go because of his sessions with Anubis.

He closed his eyes and thought about how far he’d come. His journey had been a long and arduous one, and it was from the ‘hero’s journey’ he’d read about in the books mortals had written. Nonetheless, Váli was proud of how he was able to keep himself under control.

Váli wasn’t sure how long he sat on the floor of the pool before he could feel the water shift above him as Eric finally landed. His eyes opened and he smiled as he swam upward, catching the child on the way up. When he broke through the water, Eric was held high upon his shoulders. Váli looked up at him and smiled, “And now you’re the king of the moment,” he said as he watched Eric looking at the other boys who were gathered in and around the pool. Some were clapping, some were cheering. Eric had a small, somewhat shy smile on his face, as Váli presented a question to him. “As the king of the moment… you get to decide what we eat tonight. So, what will it be? A feast of steak, or perhaps a lobster dinner?”

Eric was quiet for a few seconds as he considered his options. He wasn’t used to being in the spotlight like this, where everyone was looking at him and cheering him on. There was really only one thing he could think of that he wanted… “Uhm… Mc..Mcdonald’s?” He said. More cheers erupted. The boys were excited for their meal to come.

“Very well. Summon the riders! Let us feast.” Váli bellowed, looking out at the Valhalla residents. It was hard to kick old habits, but by now most of them knew what Váli was saying: DoorDash would be on its way. It had taken some time, effort, and a couple of checks with a lot of zeroes, but there were finally DoorDashers brave enough to come to the gates of Valhalla.

Now.

As the plane came into its descent to the airport, Váli’s mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about the simple question the eldest of the boys had left him with when he’d walked out the door. “You’re going to bring her home this time, right?” The bastard. Váli had mentioned having a crush before, but he’d never thought he’d be so… called out on it.

The plane’s wheels hit the ground, and he bounced out his mind and back to reality as it came to a stop.

Váli stepped off the plane and rushed through the Seattle airport. It was one of his least favorite places to be, there were too many people and as a result it was too loud. He had purposefully chose a flight that landed a bit later - avoiding Hera was a difficult task, but Váli was nearly an expert in it by now. He’d been close to Hera only a few times since the return of Zeus. The godly lust for vengeance and their divine rage is more potent than any mortal could have ever hoped, and standing even in the same room as Hera had made Váli feel a primal, undeniable urge to behead the King of Olympus.

So, Váli had listened to Anubis’s suggestion of simply avoiding whatever get-togethers Hera planned, and instead intentionally arrived early. It would be easy enough to get the fruit from Persephone personally, and Persephone had never had those feelings. With her, Váli felt almost… safe.

There were very few deities Váli was comfortable around.

Once he escaped the clutches of the airport, and slid into the rental car that was far too small for a man of his stature, Váli pulled out his phone and sent a text message.

To: Pops

I am here. Surely nothing interesting has happened already, right?

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Váli, spirit of vengeance

g o d o f v e n g e a n c e
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	Chris Hemsworth | #A90214 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Váli ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Vengeance ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{The world is a manacled place}}

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<sup>Váli once was the personification of vengeance. His entire existence came around out of a visceral need for vengeance, and even in his weakened state this hasn’t fully faded. All around him, people yearn for vengeance; anything from a jilted lover to someone who was abused, to someone who was simply looked over for a promotion. For better or worse, Váli draws their anger, hatred, and desire for vengeance into himself. It weighs on him heavily, and depending on the person’s reason for wanting vengeance, it can drive him to find the cause and ‘put an end to it,’ so to speak.

If Váli finds someone whose desire for vengeance is strong enough, and he talks to them and learns about the cause, he is able to easily track the perpetrator. Upon finding them, Váli can make them feel the pain they caused to their victim.</sup>

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Screaming for vengeance}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ♤ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{The world is defiled in disgrace}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ He is a product of vengeance. Váli was born for the sole purpose of avenging his elder brother, Baldur. Born of the strongest giantess the Allfather could find, Váli sprung to adulthood in a single day, and was immediately one of the strongest fighters of the entire Æsir. He found and killed Höðr, though Höðr hadn’t meant to be involved with the killing of Baldr. Of course, at the center of the issue was Loki, who had tricked the blind Höðr into being involved. But Váli didn’t care: vengeance was his mission. After that, he hunted down Loki’s son, Narfi, and killed him as well. Narfi hadn’t participated in the death of Baldur, but Váli hardly cared. His mission was to bring the most brutal vengeance he could. Váli wasn’t going to simply murder the trickster god where he stood, though he certainly could have - easily. No, Váli had grander plans. He hunted Loki down and when he found him, he beat him into submission, then tied him up with his dead son’s entrails. He wounded him, taunted him, and left him to die. This, of course, would go down as Váli’s greatest (and only) mistake, as the trickster god Loki would go on to be very annoying and ruin many things in life. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ Following the fall, Váli had difficulty integrating with the mortals around him. As he went through the ages, their feelings of anger, bloodlust, and need for vengeance weighed heavily on him. For a long time, Váli did the only thing he knew how to do: he fought. Throughout the ages, Váli fought for the people who couldn’t fight for themselves. He became something of a protector, if a bit late - Váli was an avenger of the night. He could sense and feel the anguish of people around him, and he really truly believed he was helping by finding the source of it and freeing its head from its body. It wasn’t until closer to the present that Váli began to realize he couldn’t handle it. It was tough enough to carry around his own feelings, shouldering the burden of everyone’s anger was exhausting. Around the 1300s, Váli became a soldier. Quietly, he hoped he would fall in battle, but the blood of Odin wasn’t going to fall in something as simple as a mortal war. Váli fought in wars for years, and years. It felt natural to him. He could kill without remorse and without regard. Everyone in war craved vengeance, and Váli had a never ending vehicle for the rage forever building up inside of him. It wasn’t until his father stopped him and tried to explain to him that he could be so much more than rage and endless vengeance. Back then, Váli almost laughed in Odin’s face - the Allfather dared tell him he was too violent, too vengeful? It was by Odin’s hand that Váli had ended up like this. It took him a few years of sorting out his feelings before he spoke to his father about the matter again, and agreed. Váli did need time to find himself, and he found his peace as a man of the land. Over the years, Váli has built a large homestead on a plot of land in rural Oregon. Close enough that it was easy for him to attend the yearly festival, but far enough away he could focus on himself. He hasn’t fully escaped the grasp that vengeance has on him. How could he? He was born in it, and molded by it. When in Seattle, Váli can’t help but sometimes go on a crusade. The things he feels, hears, and learns practically drive him to madness. Mortals are capable of evils the likes of which would even make Odin blush. Over the last ten or so years, Váli has turned his homestead into a home for troubled youth, where he works with them to try and help make sure there aren’t anymore people like him in the world - people who are angry, and filled with a drive for vengeance. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ Váli genuinely wants to make the world a better place. He believes he has found his calling and what he’s doing now is the right way to find peace. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Losing himself to the anger again. Váli hasn’t gone on a completely mindless rampage in years, and he hopes that it won’t happen anytime soon.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

^{Location: His home → The Bruncheon
Mentions: Deimos @Danvers
Interactions: Tochi @Fabricant451, Hati @KZOMBI3}

The call of an alarm wasn’t really necessary to pull him out of his slumber. Years of service in the military had given Hermes an internal clock that brought him up at five A.M., music or no. Some of his fellow deities thought he was weak for going to bed at 1130 sharp every night, but Hermes didn’t care. Truth was, Hermes didn’t care about a lot - he lived his life the way he wanted, and that was perfect for him.

He rolled out of the bed and caught himself as he caught the ground, beginning a wake-up workout. By the time the song finished, Hermes had finished his one hundred push ups and hopped up to his feet, and paused in the hallway. He looked to the left, where the garage and his home gym were, and then turned his head toward the right, where the television and his PlayStation 5 awaited. Once upon a time, Hermes had heard a saying from one of the most profound mortal philosophers of all time.

“I understand there’s a guy inside me who wants to lay in bed, smoke weed all day, and watch cartoons and old movies. My whole life is a series of stratagems to avoid, and outwit, that guy.”

Anthony Bourdain

Hermes was finding it hard to win the battle against that guy today, and after a few minutes of quiet contemplation, he hung a right and flopped on his couch and picked up the controller. He checked his watch, and nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I got time. What’s Hera gonna do if I’m late to her brunch? Tell Perse to not give me a fuckin’ apple?” He asked no one in particular as he fired up the console and the game.

The game in question? Fortnite. Hermes fancied himself as something of an ‘epic gamer.’ He learned the term from Huixtocihuatl, though he was pretty sure she used it as a derogatory term. He thought it sounded pretty dope though, so he referred to himself as it to annoy her often. It was part of the fun of their relationship.

He loaded into the game with his random teammates, and adjusted his head headset slightly. Clearing his throat, Hermes pressed the push-to-talk button. “Mic check?”

“What the fuck, dude? This guy sounds like he’s a fuckin’ grandpa. Where do you wanna drop, gramps? The retirement home?”

It was always something with the kids he played games with. And it was always kids! What was the deal with that shit, no matter what time or what day he got on to play, there were always fucking kids on his team. And he hated dealing with the children, listening to them talk grated on his ears. They were squeakers, and it was sooo annoying.

“Drop tilted, you little shit.” Hermes said, rolling his eyes. He watched the screen as they fell down to the drop zone he’d asked for. At least the kid listened well. Hermes was focused on the game for the next twenty or so minutes. It wasn’t until the end of the game that they started talking again, with Hermes trying to direct the traffic.

“Left, dude. DUDE. HE’S LEFT. HE’S GOING TO KILL YOU.” Hermes screamed into his microphone, and the kid didn’t seem to pay attention to his words at all, and Hermes was forced to watch as an angry looking John Cena burst through his teammates walls and shot him in the face with a shotgun. “Kid, I fuckin’ told you that they were coming for you, what the hell?”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, OLD MAN. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. DON’T TELL ME HOW TO PLAY.”

The screaming kid distracted Hermes from the business at hand, and a purple saxophone playing banana burst onto the scene and shoved an uzi up his ass. It was, at this point, that Hermes became heated. There had already been about thirty goddamn minutes of this crap, and it wasn’t like this kid was ever going to see him again. Stuck in the spectator mode, Hermes listened to the kid continue.

“I didn’t know they let the geriatrics have wifi, dude. Jesus fucking christ, people like you ruin this fucking game. Fucking boomers can’t even play and they can’t do anything but try and run other people’s lives -”

“By fucking Zeus’s beard, kid. I swear on my life I will wireshark your IP and I will send my psycho fuckbuddy to your house and she will stab you with a fork.” He growled into the mic, and to his surprise, the very legitimate threat was met with… laughter.

“Bullshit dude, you’re probably a forty year old virgin, up at five AM playing competitive Fortnite.”

There was a pause, as Hermes couldn't figure out how to reply to that comment. And then, a new, third voice joined the fray. “Hey guys! Sorry, I couldn’t get my mic to work until now. We did pretty good! Fourth place isn’t too bad.”

Hermes sighed, and just shut his PS5 off. That’s the last time I play Fortnite at five A.M… Hermes told himself for the fourth time that week, then stood up and stretched his arms over his head. Yeah… yeah, I got time. He decided, and then he stumbled into the garage to get his morning workout in.

Before much longer, Hermes was dressed, and on his bike. He flew through the streets of Seattle with his music blasting from the speakers on the bike. Hermes wasn’t a savage - he wasn’t stupid enough to ride the bike with earbuds in. He was just stupid enough to ride the bike without a helmet. Once he arrived at the location, he dropped gears and brought the bike to a stop, tossed the keys to the valet.

Once he was inside, Hermes found himself two glasses of champagne off of the plate of a passing waiter. He slammed one and put the empty glass down as he looked around. He was searching for his favorite Aztec goddess, the goddess of salt. She had to be around here somewhere, surely. Looking around, he found the group of people in the center of the building and headed that way. If he had to guess, Tochi was probably in there.

"Some party, right? Better than last year."

There she was. His target sighted, Hermes easily stepped through the crowd to her voice, and when he saw her, he scooped her up and over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. He knew she wouldn’t like it, but he had a feeling he’d like what she was holding up to her behind his back: a glass of champagne. “I heard you running your mouth on your stream, you know —”

Hermes stopped before he could even address the claim that he finished fast, as he realized what the people were congregating around: the bodies of his friends. “What the fuck…” Was all he could say. Keeping Tochi slung over his shoulder, he pulled out his phone.

To: Brother Wolf

Dude… what is going on?

If anyone would know, Hati would.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Váli, spirit of vengeance

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	Chris Hemsworth | #A90214 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Váli ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ Vengeance ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Norse ♤

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ♤ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{The world is a manacled place}}

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<sup>Váli once was the personification of vengeance. His entire existence came around out of a visceral need for vengeance, and even in his weakened state this hasn’t fully faded. All around him, people yearn for vengeance; anything from a jilted lover to someone who was abused, to someone who was simply looked over for a promotion. For better or worse, Váli draws their anger, hatred, and desire for vengeance into himself. It weighs on him heavily, and depending on the person’s reason for wanting vengeance, it can drive him to find the cause and ‘put an end to it,’ so to speak.

If Váli finds someone whose desire for vengeance is strong enough, and he talks to them and learns about the cause, he is able to easily track the perpetrator. Upon finding them, Váli can make them feel the pain they caused to their victim.</sup>

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ♤ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{Screaming for vengeance}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Søren Börson ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 38 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Heterosexual, male, he/him ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Runs a home for troubled youth in rural Oregon

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_{^{The world is defiled in disgrace}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ♤ He is a product of vengeance. Váli was born for the sole purpose of avenging his elder brother, Baldur. Born of the strongest giantess the Allfather could find, Váli sprung to adulthood in a single day, and was immediately one of the strongest fighters of the entire Æsir. He found and killed Höðr, though Höðr hadn’t meant to be involved with the killing of Baldr. Of course, at the center of the issue was Loki, who had tricked the blind Höðr into being involved. But Váli didn’t care: vengeance was his mission. After that, he hunted down Loki’s son, Narfi, and killed him as well. Narfi hadn’t participated in the death of Baldur, but Váli hardly cared. His mission was to bring the most brutal vengeance he could. Váli wasn’t going to simply murder the trickster god where he stood, though he certainly could have - easily. No, Váli had grander plans. He hunted Loki down and when he found him, he beat him into submission, then tied him up with his dead son’s entrails. He wounded him, taunted him, and left him to die. This, of course, would go down as Váli’s greatest (and only) mistake, as the trickster god Loki would go on to be very annoying and ruin many things in life. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ♤ Following the fall, Váli had difficulty integrating with the mortals around him. As he went through the ages, their feelings of anger, bloodlust, and need for vengeance weighed heavily on him. For a long time, Váli did the only thing he knew how to do: he fought. Throughout the ages, Váli fought for the people who couldn’t fight for themselves. He became something of a protector, if a bit late - Váli was an avenger of the night. He could sense and feel the anguish of people around him, and he really truly believed he was helping by finding the source of it and freeing its head from its body. It wasn’t until closer to the present that Váli began to realize he couldn’t handle it. It was tough enough to carry around his own feelings, shouldering the burden of everyone’s anger was exhausting. Around the 1300s, Váli became a soldier. Quietly, he hoped he would fall in battle, but the blood of Odin wasn’t going to fall in something as simple as a mortal war. Váli fought in wars for years, and years. It felt natural to him. He could kill without remorse and without regard. Everyone in war craved vengeance, and Váli had a never ending vehicle for the rage forever building up inside of him. It wasn’t until his father stopped him and tried to explain to him that he could be so much more than rage and endless vengeance. Back then, Váli almost laughed in Odin’s face - the Allfather dared tell him he was too violent, too vengeful? It was by Odin’s hand that Váli had ended up like this. It took him a few years of sorting out his feelings before he spoke to his father about the matter again, and agreed. Váli did need time to find himself, and he found his peace as a man of the land. Over the years, Váli has built a large homestead on a plot of land in rural Oregon. Close enough that it was easy for him to attend the yearly festival, but far enough away he could focus on himself. He hasn’t fully escaped the grasp that vengeance has on him. How could he? He was born in it, and molded by it. When in Seattle, Váli can’t help but sometimes go on a crusade. The things he feels, hears, and learns practically drive him to madness. Mortals are capable of evils the likes of which would even make Odin blush. Over the last ten or so years, Váli has turned his homestead into a home for troubled youth, where he works with them to try and help make sure there aren’t anymore people like him in the world - people who are angry, and filled with a drive for vengeance. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ♤ Váli genuinely wants to make the world a better place. He believes he has found his calling and what he’s doing now is the right way to find peace. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ♤ Losing himself to the anger again. Váli hasn’t gone on a completely mindless rampage in years, and he hopes that it won’t happen anytime soon.