[u]Copen[/u]

Copen was more than just mildly pleased by the affirmation of his beauty by the French guy - Nick was his name. Although, he had a funny accent compared to the French people he'd met on a holiday to France. Maybe he'd lived in the far North, he pondered, not the sunny South where he'd frolicked along the beach two years ago. "I didn't know that Frenchmen were attracted to helicopters," he teased with a grin, noticing how he just about molested the technology with his eyes. It was kind of funny, truth be told. 

He shook Angel's hand with a firm grip, looking her in the eyes as she explained. Aha, so his suspicions had been correct! She didn't look the stereotype of her country, with those bright blue eyes, but few people did. It was true that there were many blonds in Denmark, but not everyone was - he was one of few who completely fitted the look expected of him. Oh, well. At least he was a good ambassador for his country. "I've never been to Rome, but if all the ladies are so lovely, I might have to make a trip." He winked at her, before tearing his gaze away to look at the French - no, Canadian, as he'd revealed - boy who'd interrupted their conversation. It seemed that there might be some competition for the only girl on the aircraft so far - oh, wait. Another had just come in, lugging a bag that seemed to weigh just as much as her. She seemed rather out of breath as she took a timid seat across from him.

Damon was now shielded by his wings. Impressive they might be, but the guy himself was not making himself any friends that way. The two other boys still seemed intent on just about terrorizing him, despite the fact that he'd clearly shown his discomfort. Poor guy, Copen reflected, despite the fact that he was just as annoying at the best of times. Neither of them would shut up, though, and unfortunately it seemed that he'd lost the attention of Angel. That was a shame, but it seemed the conversation was getting even more [i]interesting.[/i] So they had a clever guy, who could shoot something out of his hands. Not super cool, but maybe it was more impressive in action.

"Captain Denmark?" Copen echoed, then laughed - it was loud, as were his words. "I won't say no to that. Although, I'm not a super soldiers." He scratched the back of his neck, glancing to the side. For a moment, he thought about how to present his powers. He didn't want to come off as a delinquent, but... "I can control water, and ice too. I got into trouble, and the government shipped me off here," he admitted. They were going to be his classmates for a long time, and one of the guys would even be his room-mate - may as well be honest about his story, even if it had an element of sadness. After a moment, he grinned again - "Guess they couldn't keep someone quite as dangerous as me in little old Aarhus."