17th Day

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Griffin Lee

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Location: The Framework
Skills: Battle Axe Proficiency

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Personality Traits: Brave · Prideful · Adamant · Trusting · Courteous · Malcontent

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"...병신 존나 빨라." Grif curses under his own breath in his mother tongue; having not only just stuffed up his axe throw with his Quicksilver-given injuries but witnessed Sami getting downed by one of his fired shots being redirected back at him, courtesy of the same speedster, clean through his heart. Fortunately, this was a simulation with simulated injuries and death, just an apprehension test of sorts to assess our proficiency as newly enhanced agents, the farthest from a life-or-death situation. Still... that looked real unpleasant for Sami.

Never mind that. He needed to keep the mission as the first concern, despite their best efforts the speedster would simply not take any damage if at all, let alone be taken down. And with him in commission, freeing the hostages was out of the picture by a long reach. The X-Men was right: he would need to leave them for now and head for the virus instead, with any luck the others might have already secured it. Less than a moment spared to gather himself, some of the pain shooting through his body had subsided, slowly pulling together before dashing for the stairways downstairs.

As he sprints, or at least attempts to with his worn limping, Grif experiments with his new powers on the fly. A concentrated glow gathers, at the tip of his index finger aimed at Pietro, before shooting off as a focused beam of light that speeds towards its target. Only to fall short and leave a distinct singe mark on the wall behind the speedster, seems that his aim is still set off with his broken ribs. "씨발." He scowls at another miss before retreats into the stairways.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Bellamy Hughes

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Location: Stark Tower - Top Level (Floor 93)
Personality Traits: Fearless · Zealous · Loyal · Unpredictable · Idealistic · Forceful

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Bellamy was more than fine with Magneto and Wanda do all the talking, though he would never admit it out loud he carried himself with quite some caution; he had never met so many mutants in one area. Joining the Brotherhood was... enlightening at the very least, at no point did he ever have any delusions of grandeur about being the 'strongest' but it was another thing to be humbled in front of real power from the likes of the Master of Magnetism. He'd do just fine by not taking any of the X-Men at face value here, case in point is Quicksilver, easily picked out to be one of the more formidable potential adversaries out of the gathering, despite the speedster having just taken cover behind the sofa. Wonder what would stealing his speed be like? He mused on his train of thoughts having lost interest in the exhange of dialogue fast.

All of a sudden, his attention shifts right back as one of the X-Men had jumped up to his feet and trained a bow-and-arrow at them, all sorts of wild noises being let off from the olive toned mutant. What a foolhardy reaction to having just arrived here to offer assistance. Preach peace, offer violence much? Bellamy leaps in front of the archer's line of sight, hand stretched out cautiously. "Mate, just first hear out what we have to say before you poke someone's eye out with that, alright?" He would advise the other mutant, the accent thick out of the Australian bushlands, "And might as well stow the bloody, handy menagerie away for now, ay?" Glancing back at his two comrades, or rather just Magneto, trying to find some level of approval after his actions.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Griffin Lee

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Location: The Framework
Skills: Battle Axe Proficiency

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Personality Traits: Brave · Prideful · Adamant · Trusting · Courteous · Malcontent

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Grif gasps for air as he lays collapsed on the cold office floor, his own weight acted against him as it painfully pressed down onto his broken ribs, a total of three so far. Virtual simulation or not, the whole experience couldn't have been any more real for him, being reduced to such an incapacitated state in a matter of moments. But he wasn't a battle-seasoned, combat-capable soldier of three years for nothing; pain was no stronger to him. It could have been the coursing adrenaline, experimentally enhanced endurance or just sheer willpower but Grif would pull himself to his feet, propping himself with his axe drawn out. The very act cause more pain to swell up across his frame, he would've liked cave into the blunt trauma but he soldiered on through the pain.

In the midst of pulling himself together from being a wheezing mess on the ground, he would fail to take much notice of the glitches in the Framework; be it distorted voices, bodies twisted and displaced beyond the limits of the human body. At any rate, Grif was currently acting on battle instincts alone, his body on auto-pilot as he wearingly borders between conscious and unconscious. He would hurl his battle axe with one good arm at Pietro, the speedster somewhat distracted and glitching in and out. But at the last moment, a sharp jolt of pain would tear across his chest, his grip would slip and the axe goes off-course and would hit the ground, missing Quicksilver altogether, and the axe blade would dig few inches into the office floor. The entire motion would aggravate the broken ribs even further, nearly having him black out on the spot.

"I'm stil... standing here, one way or the other." Grif manages to croak out, both arms lowered at his sides, practically driven to complete exhaustion at this point. Yet he refuses to be beaten like this.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Bellamy Hughes

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Bellamy Hughes

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Character Summary

Name:
Bellamy Louis Hughes

Aliases:
Hughes, Overhaul

Age:
24

Birthday:
January 15th, 1996

Birth Place:
Broome, Australia

Gender:
Male

Powers:

• Speed Theft - By 'stealing' the motion or momentum from objects or people to reduce their speed or even virtually stop them.
• Rebound - Compounding the stolen kinetic energy with their own, the user is able to enhance physical blows, by channeling it through his body

Affiliation:
The Brotherhood

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Appearance

Height:
6'1"

Weight:
182 lbs

Build:
Athletics; Swimmer's build

Eyes:
Green

Hair:
Light brown

Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Branded "M" tattoo on lower back.

Personal Style:
Bellamy hasn't had the luxury of a wardrobe to pick and choose from, constantly moving from place to place without pause. Most of his clothes tend to be worn out and use dull colors; never anything that would have him stand out in a crowd. The only exception to this would be his varsity jacket which he wears sparingly, from time to time, and keeps in pristine condition.

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Psychology

Fearless * Zealous * Loyal * Unpredictable * Idealistic * Forceful

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Personality:
At his core, Bellamy believes it’s important to be true to himself. He knows what he wants in life, and deals with a lot of hidden emotional turmoil because he can’t have what he wants. Though he cares most what’s happening in the present, he still has strong desires of what he wants for the future. As such, he’s perfectly capable of putting aside whims of the present when he can see a long-term prize at hand.

Bellamy also seeks a greater purpose in life to serve; be it a cause, calling, or individual, something that he would consider bigger than himself. He lacks faith in his own ability to lead or bring change, he once thought he was someone like that but no longer. For him, such values like loyalty, duty, and sworn fealty are values that he longs to practice and adhere to.

Habits:

• Rolling a coin across his knuckles
• Writes letters to himself on a monthly basis
• Sleepwalks from time to time

Hobbies:

• Cliff Diving
• Coin Collecting
• Windsurfing
• Politics

Fears:

• Hot metal, burns, branding irons
• Complete isolation
• Loss of identity

Likes:

• Muscle cars
• Wildlife documentaries
• Speechwriting
• Living to serve
• Idea of being committed
• Healthy lifestyle

Dislikes:

• Most humans
• Firearms
• Betrayal
• Getting sick
• Being incarcerated
• Lack of punctuality

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Athleticism
• Driving [Motorcycle]
• Mental Fortitude
• Politics & Law
• Public Speaking
• Street Smarts

Combat Skills:

• Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Molecular Deceleration
• Paralysis Inducement

Possessions:

• Varisty Jacket
• Motorcycle
• Gauntlet Gloves
• Duffel Bag
• Clothes
• Flip Phone
• Wallet
• Coin Collection
• Watch
• Journal

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History

How did you discover your powers:
Bellamy was always a star athlete, whatever sport he picked up, his reflexes and coordinnation were constantly on point without fail. Whenever entering a game, be it soccer, rugby, or basketball, the moment he focuses things just seemed to slow down just for him. Unbeknownst to him, this was his mutant power manifested, when instead of him simply having fast reaction, in actuality he was unwittingly 'stealing' the speed off of those around him and effectively slowing them down. It took stopping a car dead in its track for him to come to realisation about his powers.

Why did you choose the side that you did?:
Even if he were to forgive and forget those who had brought much pain and grief to him, he would recognize this: Mutants are change. Humans were detrimental to that change. If he were to bring about real, lasting change into the world for mutants alike, Magneto and his Brotherhood was the answer. Such a cause didn’t need sentimental fools like Xavier at its helm but a leader who was willing to take drastic measures for his people.

General History:
Bellamy was born into your average Australian household, as an only child to a fairly unremarkable pair of parents; his father was a tradie and his mother stayed home as a housewife. Growing up, he'd find he was naturally well-liked and popular with his athleticism, excelling at any sport he would pick up. And after going into his high school education, he would also gain an interest in politics, growing enamored with the idea of becoming a leader and bringing about change.

And so by his senior year, Bellamy was an accomplished athlete unparalleled on the high school scene, an avid public speaker who was known to always express his thoughts, and all-round the man of the hour, effortless to like and impossible to hate. Even before college, he had dreams and goals to step into politics and make some real change, this was something he was more than passionate about and for the most part, no one could honestly say it was out of his reach.

But it had all fallen apart with a car accident or rather a prevented car accident. It was a day like any other; walking home with a group of friends after school and jaywalking without a care in the world, like every other teenager at one point. The driver couldn't have noticed, texting while driving, and if it were anyone else the day would have ended with a tragic car accident. If. The speeding car inexplicably slows down to a halt in moments, in front of Bellamy with his hands spread out towards the impending crash.

It didn't take long for news to spread across the town, whatever clout and popularity he had built up over his life would instantly be replaced with fear, disgust, and hate of his newly discovered status. It took even shorter for him to be caught, the local mutant hate group were deadset rabid to get their hands on a mutant. Getting hunted down, caught, beaten and branded like an animal, all without support in any shape or form from his family and friends, had utterly broken Bellamy. All of his confidence and aspirations to become a leader had been stricken down from the personal acts of betrayals by those he trusted.

Years had past for Bellamy to have coped, traveling halfway across the world, far, far away from the memories of his past. He would drift across the Americas, never staying in one place for long, doing as he pleases using his powers. Yet through this, his passion and fire to bring change still remained though he could never bear the role of a leader. It would be long before he would find Magneto, the leader worthy to serve for mutantkind’s cause.

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Extras

Character Quote: "The strong do what they will."
Theme Song: Jacob Banks - Worthy
Anything Else: Ghost Rider Boop

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

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Relations

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Bellamy Hughes

"You'll have to do better than that."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🎆Magneto 🎆
"Vision is what distinguishes between a leader and a follower, Magneto's is for all us mutants."
Magneto deserves every shred of respect sent his way for the leader he is, unafraid to take action for mutantkind everywhere. He's certainly the type of leader Bellamy would have liked to be if things were different but he's more than content to serve to the best of his abilities and prove his worth.

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💛Wanda Maximoff 💛
"Never thought that a daddy's girl would be so much fun to hang around."
It's nice to have someone to call a friend after living on the move for so long, Wanda's been open ears for his troubles and more fun to spend time with than expected. He hopes he'd get the chance to pay her back in kind.

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♨️Pietro Maximoff ♨️
"Never stole a speedster's speed before."
Being inducted into the Brotherhood after the Pietro's walkout there isn't any real bad blood between the two, having never met. But truth be told; he's looking forward to the chance to get a taste of a speedster's speed.

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X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Bellamy Hughes

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Bellamy Hughes

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Character Summary

Name:
Bellamy Louis Hughes

Aliases:
Hughes, Overhaul

Age:
24

Birthday:
January 15th, 1996

Birth Place:
Broome, Australia

Gender:
Male

Powers:

• Speed Theft - By 'stealing' the motion or momentum from objects or people to reduce their speed or even virtually stop them.
• Rebound - Compounding the stolen kinetic energy with their own, the user is able to enhance physical blows, by channeling it through his body

Affiliation:
The Brotherhood

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Appearance

Height:
6'1"

Weight:
182 lbs

Build:
Athletics; Swimmer's build

Eyes:
Green

Hair:
Light brown

Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Branded "M" tattoo on lower back.

Personal Style:
Bellamy hasn't had the luxury of a wardrobe to pick and choose from, constantly moving from place to place without pause. Most of his clothes tend to be worn out and use dull colors; never anything that would have him stand out in a crowd. The only exception to this would be his varsity jacket which he wears sparingly, from time to time, and keeps in pristine condition.

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Psychology

Fearless * Zealous * Loyal * Unpredictable * Idealistic * Forceful

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Personality:
At his core, Bellamy believes it’s important to be true to himself. He knows what he wants in life, and deals with a lot of hidden emotional turmoil because he can’t have what he wants. Though he cares most what’s happening in the present, he still has strong desires of what he wants for the future. As such, he’s perfectly capable of putting aside whims of the present when he can see a long-term prize at hand.

Bellamy also seeks a greater purpose in life to serve; be it a cause, calling, or individual, something that he would consider bigger than himself. He lacks faith in his own ability to lead or bring change, he once thought he was someone like that but no longer. For him, such values like loyalty, duty, and sworn fealty are values that he longs to practice and adhere to.

Habits:

• Rolling a coin across his knuckles
• Writes letters to himself on a monthly basis
• Sleepwalks from time to time

Hobbies:

• Cliff Diving
• Coin Collecting
• Windsurfing
• Politics

Fears:

• Hot metal, burns, branding irons
• Complete isolation
• Loss of identity

Likes:

• Muscle cars
• Wildlife documentaries
• Speechwriting
• Living to serve
• Idea of being committed
• Healthy lifestyle

Dislikes:

• Most humans
• Firearms
• Betrayal
• Getting sick
• Being incarcerated
• Lack of punctuality

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Athleticism
• Driving [Motorcycle]
• Mental Fortitude
• Politics & Law
• Public Speaking
• Street Smarts

Combat Skills:

• Enhanced Strength/Speed
• Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Molecular Deceleration
• Paralysis Inducement

Possessions:

• Varisty Jacket
• Motorcycle
• Gauntlet Gloves
• Duffel Bag
• Clothes
• Flip Phone
• Wallet
• Coin Collection
• Watch
• Journal

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History

How did you discover your powers:
Bellamy was always a star athlete, whatever sport he picked up, his reflexes and coordinnation were constantly on point without fail. Whenever entering a game, be it soccer, rugby, or basketball, the moment he focuses things just seemed to slow down just for him. Unbeknownst to him, this was his mutant power manifested, when instead of him simply having fast reaction, in actuality he was unwittingly 'stealing' the speed off of those around him and effectively slowing them down. It took stopping a car dead in its track for him to come to realisation about his powers.

Why did you choose the side that you did?:
Even if he were to forgive and forget those who had brought much pain and grief to him, he would recognise this: Mutants are change. Humans were detrimental to that change. If he were to bring about real, lasting change into the world for mutants alike, Magneto and his Brotherhood was the answer. Such a cause didn’t need sentimental fools like Xavier at its helm but a leader who was willing to take drastic measures for his people.

General History:
Bellamy was born into your average Australian household, as an only child to a fairly unremarkable pair of parents; his father was a tradie and his mother stayed home as a housewife. Growing up, he'd find he was naturally well-liked and popular with his athleticism, excelling at any sport he would pick up. And after going into his high school education, he would also gain interest in politics, growing enamored with the idea of becoming a leader and bringing about change.

And so by his senior year, Bellamy was an accomplished athlete unparalleled on the high school scene, an avid public speaker who was known to always express his thoughts, and all-round the man of the hour, effortless to like and impossible to hate. Even before college, he had dreams and goals to step into politics and make some real change, this was something he was more than passionate about and for the most part, no one could honestly say it was out of his reach.

But it had all fallen apart with a car accident or rather a prevented car accident. It was a day like any other; walking home with a group of friends after school and jaywalking without a care in the world, like every other teenager at one point. The driver couldn't have noticed, texting while driving, and if it were anyone else the day would have ended with a tragic car accident. If. The speeding car inexplicably slows down to a halt in moments, in front of Bellamy with his hands spread out towards the impending crash.

It didn't take long for news to spread across the town, whatever clout and popularity he had built up over his life would instantly be replaced with fear, disgust, and hate of his newly discovered status. It took even shorter for him to be caught, the local mutant hate group were deadset rabid to get their hands on a mutant. Getting hunted down, caught, beaten and branded like an animal, all without support in any shape or form from his family and friends, had utterly broken Bellamy. All of his confidence and aspirations to become a leader had been stricken down from the personal acts of betrayals by those he trusted.

Years had past for Bellamy to have coped, travelling halfway across the world, far, far away from the memories of his past. He would drift across the Americas, never staying in one place for long, doing as he pleases using his powers. Yet through this, his passion and fire to bring change still remained though he could never bear the role of a leader. It would be long before he would find Magneto, the leader worthy to serve for mutantkind’s cause.

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Extras

Character Quote: "The strong do what they will."
Theme Song: Jacob Banks - Worthy
Anything Else: Ghost Rider Boop

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Griffin Lee & Sami Rhodes

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Location: The Framework
Skills: Photokinesis Power Sensing

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Grif murmurs to himself, "I haven't switched it on yet?..." He noted that the lingering effects were gone, for the most part, surprisingly feeling rejuvenated; the feeling didn't look like it would let up any time soon. He looks back down at his two hands, some sort of sensation he couldn't exactly put to words began gathering at his palms, it almost seemed tingly as if– his eyes closed shut on reflex as a bright light flashed in front of his face. Slowly blinking his eyes, he watched as from his hands a radiant glow was given off, not wanting to give away their position Grif quickly clenched his fists and dug them into his pockets, dropping his battle axe at his feet.

"Well, shiiiit." Sami whispered, wincing as the light flashed and danced at Grif's hands. Sami himself was still working out his own powers, so he couldn't quite focus as to whether or not this was the latent power he had sensed seconds ago, or simply an entirely different one. Besides that, it seemed to be useful. As a distraction, maybe? Could it even be used as a weapon? From what it seemed, it was glowing brighter than phosphorus... which made for a painful interaction with one's retinas.

"Yeah, I guess I'm some sort of human flashlight, an human torch if you will." Grif hastily goes over the situation in his head: multiple hostages with all seven in serious conditions, one Pietro Maximoff as an enemy combatant with super-speed, Sami with his hand-to-hand skills and his sidearm, and himself with the ability to shine light out of his hands. A plan in the makings begins to form inside his military-honed mind, attempting to come up with some sort of stratagem that'd take down a speedster like Quicksilver with as little loss as possible. An idea hits him, being one of those moments in cartoons when a light bulb goes off above a character's head.

"Sami, I've got a plan that has a surefire way of dealing with the speedster. So here's how it is..."

It took less than a few minutes for him to explain the plan to his fellow Operations agent, and even less them to get into their positions. The newly-discovered photokinetic sneaks around the pile of unused desks and cubicles before making his way to Quicksilver, who currently had his back turned away from him, as silently as possible. Before long he was now only two feet away, having gone unnoticed yet, his hands slowly start reaching for Pietro and it seemed as if his improvised plan just might have worked. What happened next seemed like a blur, and it might have just been that in his eyes. One moment he was behind the mutant's back, the next he found himself lifted up by the throat in said mutant's grasp.

"Wow, you really are dumb. You can't very easily sneak up on a speedster you idiot."

Grif only had moments to register those words as he struggled against Quicksilver's grip before a sudden jolt of pain tore through the left side of his chest, he immediately gasps for air but finds none with the speedster's clasp around his windpipe. The adrenaline rushing through his veins helped focus his waning consciousness on the plan, for now, his hands shakingly raised to the mutant speedster's face. See, a flashbang might not have the explosive kick to do any real damage but by producing a flash of light of around 7 million candela, it more than guarantees temporarily blinding anyone looking its way. Grif gathers up the same sensation he had felt earlier on his hands and recreate the radiant flash, this time multiplied by a factor of ten. Pulling through the pain, he managed to gather up what little power he had and let it loose, all under a second.

However, the brief milliseconds it took, might have just been hours to someone with superhuman reflexes like Quicksilver, having moved out of his hands' direction and avoided the blinding flash of light altogether. Instead, Grif's impromptu 'flashbang' move sped across the room in an instant and caught one of the hostages in the face; an unconscious Ayita is startled awake by the blinding glare in her eyes. The plan having gone to hell all under a minute, he stumbles to the ground in immense pain with three broken ribs, struggling to pull himself together.

"Aw, this bitch..." Hiding or even keeping his voice down at this point was pointless. Grif's sneak attack had failed, and after beating the shit out of him, Pietro had already clocked Sami. Reacting faster than he or even Pietro perhaps may have expected, Sami's gun was drawn, raised, and trigger squeezed before Quicksilver even had time to rush him. Unfortunately the bullets landed harmlessly in the back wall, the speedster having moved away in plenty of time before they had connected. Now Sami just had to try and shoot him again... as if it would even be possible with this over-powered asshole.

"Any kinda help would be much appreciated, guys." He called out to the hostages, gun still drawn and circling steadily, scanning the room for any sign of Pietro. Sure, they looked beaten up and were missing out on their powers, but surely they could distract the speedy bastard just a little bit?

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Griffin Lee

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Location: The Framework
Skills: N/A

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Grif's first impression of gaining superpowers from the experiment was underwhelming at best as the past twentysomething minutes, since he woke up from the medically-induced coma, went by like a breeze. First, he remembers waking feeling strangely energized yet nauseous, like that one time he was stuffed with nothing but junk food after a day-long splurge if he could best describe the sensation.

Director Fury then enters the room accompanied by two other agents before briefing us of a practice mission into a virtual reality simulation, aptly dubbed the 'Framework', where our objective was to neutralize a bioterrorist attack and secure a group of hostages. Sounds easy enough? Only catch was that we were set up against the Brother of Mutants and and rescue the X-Men on top of that.

As the headsets were passed around, Grif quickly took his and slipped it onto his head, maybe he was acting in haste but frankly he just needed to get outside even if he wouldn't technically move from his bed. Almost seemed as if he was sick from spending however long he did indoors, it was strange, considering he never once had a claustrophobic episode before. Whatever it was, he wanted out.

Grif opened his eyes, finding Sami and himself on the top floor of some lab building, looking like the typical office space, with no sign of the other agents. He was sure that he put the headset as soon as he received his but only after he saw Abercrombie and Johnson do the same, which begs the question about their whereabouts. Perhaps one of the bugs, earlier mentioned by Agent Fitz during the mission brief, is to blame? Still, if the situation posed any real danger he was more than sure that the Director would have ordered the both of them to be pulled out of the simulation. With that being said, his mind crystallizes into strict, military discipline - assessing the environment and prioritizing the mission objective's completion.

Moving from his spot behind some unused desks and cubicles, he peeks around the corner to get a better idea of his surroundings. A group of six people was tied up from across the building floor but other than that Grif couldn't make out much. He ducks back behind cover and left constrained to his position, having hardly any known factors to act upon and not to mention the complete lack of awareness about his own powers. Glancing down at his own two hands, Grif briefly mulls over what they could be. Flight? Telekinesis? Precognition? Optic Blasts? He couldn't tell from what he had to go off of, he certainly didn't feel any different other than the lingering nausea.

He glances back at Sami another Operations agent he quickly befriended upon meeting, the two having trained with and sparred against each other, and spent quite a lot of downtime together. A solid partner to have for the mission ahead, "Sami, you good? We might've just experienced some of the bugs firsthand, can't say for sure." Grif asked him as he draws his one-handed battle axe out from its sheath by his side, "I spot a group of six tied up across from us, most likely our hostages. Do you have a grasp on what your powers are? I haven't got a clue about mine yet." Up against the Brotherhood of Mutants he'd very much like their chances with some semblance of an idea of what their powers were than as they were now.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

Griffin Lee

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Griffin Lee

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Character Summary

Name:
Hyung-ho "Griffin" Lee

Aliases:
Grif

Species:
Mutate

Powers:

• Photokinesis - His cells are capable of absorbing light and storing it, then converting into to energy which can be used to enhance his physical attributes or generate and wield hard-light constructs.
• Self-Sustenance - Rather an aftereffect of his photokinesis than a separate, secondary power, it eliminates physical needs like sleep/rest and hunger through his body sustained on absorbed light.

Age:
21

Nationality:
Korean/American

Birthday:
January 15th, 1999

Birth Place:
Seoul, South Korea

Gender:
Male

S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy:
Operations

Qualification:
Three years with the U.S. Army, as Acting Liaison to the Republic of Korea Army under the KATUSA program. With an exemplary military career, battle-seasoned through dozens of border clashes against the Korean People's Army during his time stationed at the 38th Parallel.

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Appearance

Height:
5'11"

Weight:
170 lbs

Build:
Athletic

Eyes:
Brown

Hair:
Dark brown

Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Two-inch-long scars on left brow. Dark burn scars across back, left shoulder to right hip.

Personal Style:
Grif is an avid fan of tank-tops. On your average sunny day? Tank-top. A rainstorm to last all day? Tank-top. A wild gale with 40 mph winds? Tank-top. An Arctic blizzard? Probably break out a light hoodie over the TANK-TOP. Showing unmatched commitment to that particular brand of sleeveless shirts.

He lacks all tact when it comes to fashion, opting to go with the 'flow'; whatever his quirky self prefers, case in point, his love of tank-tops. Typically found to be wearing navy denim long shorts, white crew socks, metal-capped sneakers, the day's choice of tank-top and a loose hooded jacket over it. Preference of colors: bright and warm.

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Psychology

Brave · Prideful · Adamant · Trusting · Courteous · Malcontent

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Personality:
Grif is rarely ever completely comfortable in any situation, but if he seems so it is most likely to hide that he is unsettled. To put it one way: he would rather bear through the pain than admit that he is hurting. This attitude can be attributed to his prideful nature, believing that he alone is capable of bearing everyone's burdens without consequence. On one hand, this displays a level of caring for others, but this also denotes a borderline need to be self-sacrificing, and thus a self-destructive personality.

Grif is naturally likable by most, seeming to be capable of making friends with most people, and a well-rounded people person. Amongst friends he seeks to impress, not as some arrogant showboating meant to assert his macho dominance, but to put on a display to amaze and wow people for the thrill of it. He fits best in the midst of a crowd as the center of attention, and rarely ever enjoy being by himself on sleepless nights.

Habits:
Cracks various joints when agitated. Unknowingly switches over to Korean in heated moments.

Hobbies:
Stargazing, competitive gaming and woodchopping.

Fears:

• Dogs
• Reflections
• Abandonment

Likes:

• Karaoke
• Soccer
• Productivity
• Rom-Coms
• Surfing
• Healthy lifestyle
• Late night antics

Dislikes:

• Lonely nights
• Stereotyping
• Hangovers
• Perverts
• Falling behind
• Hypocrisy
• Indian food

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Frugal Living
• Korean
• Perception
• Pool Cues
• Singing
• Swimming

Speciality Skills:

• Battle Axe Proficiency
• Hand-To-Hand Combat
• Information Extraction
• Jack of All Trades (Guns)
• Mission Strategy
• Tracking

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing (read Personal Style above)
• S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy ID
• iPhone
• Headphones
• Wallet
• Silver Ring
• One-Handed Tactical Battle Axe
• Keys

Dormitory:

• Surfboard
• Fishbowl: 2 Goldfish (Allen & Ellen)
• Cue Stick
• PC Desktop
• Movie Collection
• Family Photo (8 Years Ago)
• Karaoke Machine
• Axe Sharpening Tools
• Pistol: P18C

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History

Why did you want to become an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?:
There is this nigh-egocentric idea of Grif's that it is his duty to protect and serve the greater good as if he was born with that purpose. And in a world where superpowered beings run rampant with gods, aliens, magic and the like, his duty drives him to reach never before seen heights. Enter S.H.I.E.L.D.: the opportunity to fight on the frontlines and become fully capable of doing so on equal terms with the denizens of this new world? You needn't have asked.

General History:
A Korean-American born out of wedlock would naturally not have grown up under the ideal circumstances. Though it wasn't as if he was left completely abandoned, his father, Dr. Ken Clarkson, had still provided financial support well into his high school education, but the lack of father figure coupled with his half-foreign origin did lead him to have doubts about his lack of identity. Yet whatever internal hardships he had, his mother, Hae-Won "Irene" Lee, would help him through them all and encourage him to pursue his interests instead.

Fortunately, all things considered, the world was pretty much Grif's oyster; as an athletic young man who was easy to like, had little trouble with his studies and overall just attractive, he had many different career choices to pursue later in life, also having dual citizenship did not hurt as well. However he had lacked the drive for anything in particular, be it; medicine, professional sports, the arts, business, etc, he felt indifferent to all and coasted through high school without a goal in mind.

Though, after graduating, as an able-bodied male come of age in South Korea, joining the military was something out of Grif's hands but that didn't mean he had done so unwillingly. In fact, it was if serving in the military was a calling for him, that he just now realized, and for once he was actively interested in something. His records speak for themselves; completing his military service in the States under the Korean Augmentation To the United States Army (KATUSA) Program, before being transferred back to South Korea as Acting Liaison between the two military branches.

It was during his time stationed at the 38th Parallel, where Grif had distinguished himself as a soldier, through multiple military engagements with the Korean People's Army. One particular border incident on February 3rd, 2019 had involved an air-raid from a North Korean MiG-29 and had Cpl. Grif on a medical leave of absence, after sustaining heavy burns from the bombardments. Only hours after being briefed on his sudden 'indefinite release from active duty' was he approached by recruiters from S.H.I.E.L.D., having been on their radar as a potential recruit for quite some time.

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Extras

Character Quote:
"A bullet might have your name on it but as far as I’m concerned a napalm strike is addressed 'To whom it may concern'.”

Theme Song:
Barns Courtney - Champion

Anything Else:
Spider-Verse

Well obviously if you don't keep a consistent amount of posts per week, you'll eventually end up dragging the RP and everyone else behind. I think it's important to know your limits and try your best to meet them every week.

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

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The Journal

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Griffin Lee

"Everyone has their limits. Haven't found mine yet. Care to help?"

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓/ 👋Tinley Abercombie 🌓/ 👋
"Not much to go on and I don't expect her letting up on that anytime soon but she's capable and driven, and that's all that matters out there."
As someone more fazed by actions than words, Grif regards Tinley's trademarked sarcasm and snark shown with mirth, at best. Yet he still can't help but hold her ability, skillset, and confidence, in high regard, and for that he would respect the distance she wants.

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🎆/ 👋Maria Smith 🎆/ 👋
"I gotta hand it to someone who'd take a bow and arrow over a gun, can say I relate with my battle axe."
The brunette archer isn't someone Grif would describe to be close with, by any measure, still he can't help but respect Maria for her archery skills and admire her mile-long competitive streak. As another student under the Operations Academy, the offer's open to train or spar together.

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💛Zoya Nikolova 💛
"She's got the voice of an angel but she just had to love Indian food of all things..."
It's nice to finally have met someone else who enjoys singing as much as he does, outta all the students here and the fact that Zoya had a voice to absolutely kill for, was a huge plus as well. Though Grif doesn't see her often, being in a different Academy but he'd always take the chance to invite her to let off some steam with the karaoke machine at his dorm room, it's nice to share a passion. Now.. her taste in cuisine though.."

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💛Sami Rhodes 💛
"All-round nice guy, look forward to taking him up on that offer to go clubbing together someday. "
Grif and Sami hit it off quickly from the start, both being in Operations and having enough shared interests, it wasn't that surprising at all. The two like to workout together, enjoy partaking in conversation with one another, and are overall friendly enough.

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Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@Morose

Apologies for the wait, here's my OC.

Griffin Lee

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Griffin Lee

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Character Summary

Name:
Hyung-ho "Griffin" Lee

Aliases:
Grif

Species:
Mutate

Powers:

• Photokinesis - His cells are capable of absorbing light and storing it, then converting into to energy which can be used to enhance his physical attributes, to some extent, or generate and wield hard-light constructs.
• Self-Sustenance - Rather an aftereffect of his photokinesis than a separate, secondary power, it eliminates physical needs like sleep/rest and hunger through his body sustained on absorbed light.

Age:
21

Nationality:
Korean/American

Birthday:
January 15th, 1999

Birth Place:
Seoul, South Korea

Gender:
Male

S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy:
Operations

Qualification:
Three years with the U.S. Army, as Acting Liaison to the Republic of Korea Army under the KATUSA program. With an exemplary military career, battle-seasoned through border clashes with KPA troops when stationed at the 38th Parallel.

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Appearance

Height:
5'11"

Weight:
170 lbs

Build:
Athletic/lean

Eyes:
Brown

Hair:
Dark brown

Skin Tone:
Lightly tanned

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Two-inch-long scars on left brow. Dark burn scars across back, left shoulder to right hip.

Personal Style:
Grif is an avid fan of tank-tops. On your average sunny day? Tank-top. A rainstorm to last all day? Tank-top. A wild gale with 40 mph winds? Tank-top. An Arctic blizzard? Probably break out a light hoodie over the TANK-TOP. Showing unmatched commitment to that particular brand of sleeveless shirts.

He lacks all tact when it comes to fashion, opting to go with the 'flow'; whatever his quirky self prefers, case in point, his love of tank-tops. Yet, typically found to be wearing navy denim long shorts, white crew socks, metal-capped sneakers, the day's choice of tank-top and a loose hooded jacket over it. Preference of colors: bright and warm.

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Psychology

Brave * Prideful * Adamant * Trusting * Courteous * Malcontent

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Personality:
Grif is rarely ever completely comfortable in any situation, but if he seems so it is most likely to hide that he is unsettled. To put it one way: he would rather bear through the pain than admit that he is hurting. This attitude can be attributed to his prideful nature, believing that he alone is capable of bearing everyone's burdens without consequence. On one hand, this displays a level of caring for others, but this also denotes a borderline need to be self-sacrificing, and thus a self-destructive personality.

Grif is naturally likable by most, seeming to be capable of making friends with most people, and a well-rounded people person. Amongst friends he seeks to impress, not as some arrogant showboating meant to assert his macho dominance, but to put on a display to amaze and wow people for the thrill of it. He fits best in the midst of a crowd as the center of attention, and rarely ever enjoy being by himself on sleepless nights.

Habits:
Cracks various joints when agitated. Unknowingly switches over to Korean in heated moments.

Hobbies:
Stargazing, competitive gaming and woodchopping.

Fears:

• Dogs
• Reflections
• Abandonment

Likes:

• Karaoke
• Soccer
• Productivity
• Rom-Coms
• Surfing
• Healthy lifestyle
• Late night antics

Dislikes:

• Lonely nights
• Stereotyping
• Hangovers
• Perverts
• Falling behind
• Hypocrisy
• Indian food

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Frugal Living
• Korean
• Pool Cues
• Singing
• Swimming

Speciality Skills:

• Battle Axe Proficiency
• Hand-To-Hand Combat
• Information Extraction
• Jack of All Trades (Guns)
• Tracking

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing (read Personal Style above)
• S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy ID
• iPhone
• Headphones
• Wallet
• Silver Ring
• One-Handed Tactical Battle Axe
• Keys

Dormitory:

• Surfboard
• Mini-fridge: Protein Shakes
• Fishtank: 2 Goldfish (Allen & Ellen)
• Cue Stick
• PC Desktop
• Movie Collection
• Family Photo (8 Years Ago)
• Karaoke Machine
• Axe Sharpening Tools
• Pistol: P18C (Loaded)

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History

Why did you want to become an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?:
There is this nigh-egocentric idea of Grif's, that it is his duty to protect and serve the greater good as if he was born with that purpose. And in a world where superpowered beings run rampant with gods, aliens, magic and the like, his duty drives him to reach never before seen heights. Enter S.H.I.E.L.D.: the opportunity to fight on the frontlines and become fully capable of doing so on equal terms with the denizens of this new world? You needn't have asked.

General History:
A Korean-American born out of wedlock would naturally not have grown up under the ideal circumstances. Though it wasn't as if he was left completely abandoned, his father, Dr. Ken Clarkson, had still provided financial support well into his high school education, but the lack of father figure coupled with his half-foreign origin did lead him to have doubts about his lack of identity. Yet whatever internal hardships he had, his mother, Hae-Won "Irene" Lee, would help him through them all and encourage him to pursue his interests instead.

Fortunately, all things considered, the world was pretty much Grif's oyster; as an athletic young man who was easy to like, had little trouble with his studies and overall just attractive, he had many different career choices to pursue later in life, also having dual citizenship did not hurt as well. However he had lacked the drive for anything in particular, be it; medicine, professional sports, the arts, business, etc, he felt indifferent to all and coasted through high school without a goal in mind.

Though, after graduating, as an able-bodied male come of age in South Korea, joining the military was something out of Grif's hands but that didn't mean he had done so unwillingly. In fact, it was if serving in the military was a calling for him, that he just now realized, and for once he was actively interested in something. His records speak for themselves; completing his military service in the States under the Korean Augmentation To the United States Army (KATUSA) Program, before being transferred back to South Korea as Acting Liaison between the two military branches.

It was during his time stationed at the 38th Parallel, where Grif had distinguished himself as a soldier, through multiple military engagements with the Korean People's Army. One particular border incident on February 3rd, 2019 had involved an air-raid from a North Korean MiG-29 and had Cpl. Grif on a medical leave of absence, after sustaining heavy burns from the bombardments. Only hours after being briefed on his sudden 'indefinite release from active duty' was he approached by recruiters from S.H.I.E.L.D., having been on their radar as a potential recruit for quite some time.

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Extras

Character Quote:
"A bullet might have your name on it but as far as I’m concerned a napalm strike is addressed 'To whom it may concern'.”

Theme Song:
Barns Courtney - Champion

Anything Else:
Spider-Verse

Well obviously if you don't keep a consistent amount of posts per week, you'll eventually end up dragging the RP and everyone else behind. I think it's important to know your limits and try your best to meet them every week.

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

Greetings. Would you happen to be still accepting more peeps?
Just managed to pick up RPing recently after a long hiatus, restless to get back into it.