[center][color=FireBrick][h1]Roman Jaeger[/h1][/color]
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[u]Location:[/u] SHIELD Atrium
[u]Interactions:[/u]Anyone in the Atrium

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The moment that Roman stepped into Atrium, his eyes began mapping every inch of the room. He was used to SHIELD, as he was already an agent and and had been officially for four years. At sixteen, he'd been the youngest field operative in agency history. In short - SHIELD was his second family. However, today he had no idea what to expect from the clandestine agency,

His first notice was the guy standing in the shadows, but his posture told Roman that he wasn't a threat. The second area of notice for him was the stage, which held four people. 

Tony Stark - genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Iron Man. Avenger. Bobbi Morse - Decorated SHIELD Operative. Mockingbird. Maria Hill - Nick Fury in female form. Commanding. Don't mess with her. Peter Parker - Prodigy, Scientist.

Roman quickly sized up the rest of the students in the auditorium as he lingered towards the back of the Atrium. Anyone that mimicked his observing manner would most likely see him as a threat - and rightly so. The first thing that anyone would notice, was that the young man stood at a full seven feet tall, and was no where close to unfit. Also that his barrel chest pulled his black t-shirt over his pectoral muscles, and his biceps filled his black leather jacket. In no way was he anything short of massive. 

Also plain to the naked eye was the black pistol that rested on his hip in a secure holster that peeked at the bottom edge of his coat. What only the trained eye would see, however, was the knife that only slightly bulged under the ankle of his jeans and inside of his right sleeve. In the back of his jacket was a short-barreled .44 Magnum, right against the small of his back incase he needed it.

He sat down, two seats from a girl with a sleek, metal arm. Apparently, the others were going over their individual profiles. Roman, however, chose not to stand up. To say the least, he was not exactly a talkative guy. He shrugged his shoulders and waited to see what would happen.