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[i][color=6ecff6]"Oh...we're sharing now...?"[/color][/i] Casper's eyes trailed to Nathan as the boy began to speak. [color=6ecff6][i]"Well done, buddy..."[/i][/color] Being the one person in their group with social anxiety, it was a huge deal that Nathan was the first one to introduce himself. That took a lot of guts as even confidant people often refused to be the first ones speaking in a group of new individuals. Second was the indian, a person who's personality would quite obviously not click with Casper. He seemed to be incredibly laid back, joked as he spoke in a way the younger boy considered plain and sported an aura Casper would rather hoist on someone else. [color=6ecff6][i]"Captain America, huh...? I've read up on him, he's also...ageless, I think..."[/i][/color] It was either that, or vastly slowed ageing. They found him in the ocean long after world war two but ice itself could not have conserved him the way it did. Normal human beings would have died from it, obviously. The man had a dangerously political name, though. It made sense given the time when he was created but in today's society he could as well be called Captain Propaganda. 

Though, given his exploits he deserves the mantle of [i]hero.[/i] [color=6ecff6][i]"Is that why we're here...? To become heroes...?"[/i][/color] The boy looked down for a moment, gazing at the palm of his hand as his thoughts wandered. Hero, the word in itself sent shivers down his spine. Sure, he was nimble and he could use firearms quite well thanks to his mother, but if being a hero was going to be the result of this, he was unsure if he had what it took. Physical issues wasn't the only problem. True, being frozen at the age of fourteen with a small and fragile frame comes with a lot of disadvantages in close quarters combat, but that wasn't the main issue. Did Casper even [i]want[/i] to risk his life for non-mutants? [color=6ecff6][i]"Leo..."[/i][/color] Simply allowing the thought to pass immediately brought an image of his brother up in his mind. 

Casper had a small yet lingering resentment for non-mutants because of their treatment of mutants. Part of him believed that the legendary X-Men were wasting their time, that humanity deserved to fall under the weight of their own stupidity. Mutant gangs and criminal organisations were formed all the time to fight against mankind and in a way, Casper didn't mind. Sometimes the fear of superiority needed to be bashed into peoples' skulls. Then again, that fear turns to ignorance and thus all mutants get hated for what a few do. It was a difficult issue, something politicians were discreetly trying to approach. 

Alex appeared to have what it took to be a hero, didn't he? Well, at least physically. He had the body fit for a poster and sported a personality many could find charming. His powers appeared to enhance his probably already impressive physical capabilities, and if he was indeed like Captain America in terms of powers, he'd be effective. [color=6ecff6][i]"...as a meat shield..."[/i][/color] Of course, Casper preferred to be in the distance, preferably with a long range rifle providing support. When in close range, he preferred a handgun, something that tended to punch a bit harder than he did. 

[color=6ecff6]"I'm Casper."[/color] For the first time since he arrived, the boy decided to speak. One could perhaps expect a less confidant aura surrounding someone of his appearance but Casper spoke with a quiet yet confidant tone. [color=6ecff6][i]"I tend to shoot shit in the face..."[/i][/color] The sentence formed itself in his mind and forced a soft chuckle. Was he going to say that out loud? Of course not, Casper could never bring himself to kill anyone. Given how messed up this group probably was, joking about that would probably rub them the wrong way. Reaching his hand up, the boy scratched the back of his head and looked down, regaining his composure. [color=6ecff6]"I can copy things..."[/color] He shrugged, watching the others for a moment. They didn't need to know the ins and outs of his powers and he wasn't too keen on sitting there explaining it, either. He hated being the centre of attention. [color=6ecff6]"I guess I like...flowers..."[/color] That wasn't actually a lie. Casper loved flowers, they were beautiful and so serene. He'd also say that he liked guns, [i]a lot[/i], but he wasn't too keen on being thought of as a freak just yet.