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Mark was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, as well as a plain leather jacket as he waited in line for food. He kept the collar in the back a bit higher then normal to hide the plate that was his inactive symbiote. He didn't like to stand out. Gathering a good helping of eggs and bacon, he made his way to his usual quiet table in the corner. There were a few people he recognized and waved to, but Mark still preferred his solitude. He didn't do to well in social situations. It was one of the reasons why few people knew he was in the Next Avengers program to begin with. Hell, not many people had seen his symbiote in action, honestly.

Mark was about halfway through his breakfast when he heard the crash. Suddenly looking up from his food, he saw an odd rocket looking device come barraling through the cafeteria. He cringed as it looked about to hit one of the younger students, but breathed a sigh of relief when James Rogers came out of no where and batted it out of nowhere. Mark had certainly heard of James Rogers. After all, who hadn't at the academy? Still, it was another thing to actually see him in action. He shook himself from his surprise, noticing that no one had actually solved the rocket problem.

"Dammit. So much for blending in," Mark muttered under his breath. If no one else was stepping in, than he would have to. "Euclid, I need suit, jets, and whips." As he ran forward, the liquid metal from his plate shot around his body like a sort of cocoon, before skin and metal molded together into his suit. Getting to a clear space in the cafeteria, away from the panicking crowds, Mark began to grow two small thrusters from his back, and long, thin metal strands shot out of his wrists. Kicking off the ground, Mark flew above the center of the cafeteria, and threw his whips at the rocket. As they wrapped around, Mark made a movement with his wrists, causing small blades to pop out and latch onto the rocket. Pulling back as hard as he could, he managed to keep the rocket from hitting another group of students near one of the tables. But even though he was holding it in place, this was hardly a permanent solution. "I've got it.....I think," he said loudly over the roar of the rocket. "Some help would be nice though. Please?"
I will also have my sheet in by tonight
Mark groaned in annoyance as he heard his alarm going off. He had never been a morning person, and swore he never would be. People who liked mornings were probably the same as people who gave out raisins on Halloween and tried to pass it off as candy. Groggily thinking to himself, he wondered if he could maybe ignore the alarm for another 5 minutes. He buried his head between his pillows, trying to ignore the feeling of his arm sliding off his bed and moving to press the......wait.

"Euclid, no!" Mark exclaimed as he suddenly shot up from bed. He glared at his now metallic left hand, which had been positioned over the alarm button. "Last time you did that you crushed it. I don't need to buy another alarm clock, thank you." Mark felt an odd scratching at the back of his mind that he had come to recognize as annoyance from his symbiote. Still, the metal around his arm turned to liquid, and rejoined the small metal plate at the top of his spine.

Finally awake, Mark took a moment to reflect. It had been four years since his symbiote, whom he named Euclid, bonded with him and changed his life. Since then, he had learned to communicate with it at a basic level. To no one's surprise, it turned out Euclid thought very much like a computer, though it had its own little quirks. It didn't like it when Mark slept in, for instance.

Mark looked around his room. He had moved back in yesterday, and appreciated the simple look of his dorm. The walls were lined with a few posters of sci-fi settings. His desk was dominated by his desktop computer, which he mainly used for finalizing blueprints, though he also appreciated the processing power for the occasional computer game he played. He also had a large amount of papers shoved to the side that he used for his sketches.

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After finally getting himself ready for the morning, Mark gathered up his stuff, and made for the cafeteria. In Mark's opinion, the only good thing about mornings was breakfast. He figured he'd grab something to eat before he made his way to the Hall of Heroes. It would be his second year in the "Next Avengers" program, and he wanted to at least make an alright impression.
Name: Mark Westbrook
Age: 18
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Years in the Academy: 4

Powers/Abilities: Mark has bonded with a strange sort of cybernetic symbiote. It allows him to manifest a suit of armor over his body, and convert his body parts into different weapons and tools. The trick, however, is that he needs to understand precisely how the augmentation is supposed to look and function, otherwise it contorts his body into rather painful forms. Fortunately, the symbiote seems to have a number of preset forms it has presented to Mark, giving him something to work with while he sorts out working his armor. Current presets include:
Converting his arm into a Pulse Canon
Ejecting "whip swords" from his wrists
Back mounted Jetpack

Bio: Born and raised in a small town in Indiana, Mark Westbrook took a serious interest in engineering at an early age. Wanting to use his talents to help people, he attempted to apply to the Avengers Academy at the age of 12. Unfortunately, his parents didn't think he was cut out for it, and didn't let him send his application. Not one to give up so easily, Mark instead started looking into opportunities to learn more advanced engineering from Stark Industries.

While walking home from school at the age of 14, taking a roundabout route, he encountered a crashed armored truck. Not realizing the truck belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., Mark ran over to try to help. While attempting to pull out the passengers, he made contact with a strange liquid that began to fuse with his body painfully. He passed out on the road, was found by a passing police officer, and brought home.

Over the course of the week, Mark tried t hide the strange metallic appendages altering his body, but of course was found by a Shield recovery team. He learned from them that the metal liquid was some sort of mechanical symbiote they found in a crashed alien ship. When it was determined that the symbiote had permanently bonded to him, and was offered a choice. He could either be placed under constant supervision by Shield, or be enrolled into Avengers Academy. Mark chose the latter.

After several.... painful incidents with his symbiote, he managed to learn about the presets in the memories of the symbiote. Finally able to make some progress, he quickly rose into the Advanced Training Program.

Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional!

Personality: Mark has the distinct disadvantage of being particularly shy. He doesn't tend to try to stand out too much, and is very quiet around people he doesn't know well. He only really interacts with people he knows particularly well, and even then doesn't say much. Of course, that's when he isn't talking about engineering. Mark is incredibly passionate about engineering, and can go on for longer then most would listen about it.

However, when Mark manifests his armor, which he has named Euclid, its like he steps into a second personality too. He suddenly becomes more confident, and far less hesitant. He isn't sure if this is part of the symbiote, or if he just feels more comfortable with his powers active.

Other: Mark has begun applying his lessons on engineering to symbiote, and works on thinking of new tools and weapons he can manifest.
@Jones Sparrow Double posting because mentions don't work on post edits
And I have finished my character. How'd I do?
Annnnnnnnd done

I'll have something up today, even if its still in progress
Color me interested. I'm in.
Count me interested.
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