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BNH Academia: Quirk-y Fates { Alternate & Angel }

Her smile dissipated at the announcement for one-and-one battles, Nensu had to admit that she found herself trnembling at the thought of fighting, either one of her own classmates, or somebody from the other class. This meant that whoever she was going to head-to-head with, meant she would have to risk everybody's wellbeing, if things start to get rough at every corner. Even worse, if what they said was true; that her father was going to be present, she honestly wasn’t sure how long she, and everyone around her, would last. The female Todoroki started stroking one of her upper arms, as if to repress her own anxiety; to keep the beast asleep.
At the lunch break, Nensu kept these thoughts to herself, while having to sit by the window, focusing on her food.

BNH Academia: Quirk-y Fates { Alternate & Angel }

Then I would believe that Deku will face Nensu in the second match, where he will have to confront Loma, once Endeavor makes his presence known?

Original Story: One Love, Two Bullets { Angel & Fabricant }

Full Name: Phoebe Ann "Annie" Mosey
Alias(es): Ann(e), Phoebe-Ann, Annie Oakley, Miss Oakley, Miss Mosey, Immortal Annie, Princess of The West, Watanya Cicilla "Little Sure Shot".

Age: 23

Occupation(s): Trapper, Hunter, Women's Rights Activist, Professional Markswoman, Famed Exhibition Shooter.

Race: Caucasian, American.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Gender: Female.
Height: 5' 6"
Hair Color: Brown-Blonde.
Eye Color: Green

Immediate Relatives:
- Jacob Mosey (Father; Deceased)
- Susanna Wise-Mosey (Mother; Alive)
- Sarah-Ellen Mosey (Sister, Older; Alive)
- Huldah-Marie Mosey (Sister, Older; Alive)
- Lydia Mosey (Sister, Older; Deceased)
- Elizabeth Mosey (Sister, Older; Deceased)
- John-Henry Mosey (Brother, Older; Alive)
- Jaclyn Mosey (Sister, Younger; Alive)
- Mary-Jane Mosey (Sister, Younger; Deceased)
- Catharine Mosey (Sister, Younger; Deceased)
- Unknown Younger Sibling (Deceased)

Weapon(s):
A whipping lasso, and a wide-variety of firearms; shotguns, rifles, pistols, and revolvers. More notably, a 32-caliber shotgun and rifle, along with a pair of 45-caliber revolvers on her person.

Summarized Biography:
Though not exactly a product of the Wild West, Annie Oakley only became associated with the Western fold, right after her "amazing talent" first came to light when she was only fifteen years old: She beat professional shooter, Frank E. Butler, in a shooting competition that rose her to fame as an international star to both royalty, and heads of the state.

Born within Ohio, Annie was the sixth-born out of ten children conceived by her parents. However, after her mother lost two in a miscarriage, Annie became the fifth out of the eight surviving children. Living in poverty, she, her six sisters, and one brother couldn't regularly attend school, or earn a proper education. However, at eight years old, right after her father's passing, Annie began working at the Darke County Infirmary, where she, in exchange, received an education, and developed the skill of sewing, while attending to the elderly, the orphaned, and the mentally ill. This experience aroused Annie’s lifelong compassion towards others, until she left at fifteen.

Returning to her mother's home, Annie supported her by involving herself in trapping, shooting, and hunting wild game to sell at local shops and restaurants. She was so successful, she was able to repay the entire $200 mortgage on their family farm. During this time, Annie was approached and challenged by Irish exhibition shooter, Frank E. Butler, in a shooting competition to not miss twenty-five shots. In the end, he lost by one bullet.

Professionally, after taking on the stage name of "Oakley", Annie traveled west, and gave shooting exhibitions to entertain the public. She became so well-known, she became the top earner out of any performer on the Western fold. After impressing the most imposing and famous of individuals, like Queen Victoria and Cherokee Chief "Sitting Bull", she quickly became a national celebrity with her name being plastered across both America and Europe.

Personality:
Aside from her deadeye ability to strike a target, Annie's inner strength helped her survive a difficult childhood, and while her strong integrity, dignity, and propriety served her well throughout her life, she quietly proved to be just as superior as men in the shooting range. Annie is very friendly, compassionate, clever, cunning, headstrong, and quite "angelic" in her mannerisms. Still a (literal) virgin to men, while her family is not even aware of her true sexual desires for both genders, it is clear that Annie's modesty and reserved elegance can make her a rather appealing yet likable individual.

From her humble roots as Phoebe Ann Moses, to taking center stage as Annie Oakley, this remarkably-dazzling young woman was remembered to be one of America's greatest western legends, where people, including expert shooters, continue to marvel at her skills and abilities in marksmanship.

As various targets are thrown in the air, she was able to use five different guns, and shoot every single one in ten seconds, while riding a horse; even better, she could shoot off the end of a cigarette, split the edge of a playing card, and leave holes in tossed coins; she can even do some feats without looking.

Portrayer:
Isabel Lucas

BNH Academia: Quirk-y Fates { Alternate & Angel }

Tokoyami’s reveal had Midoriya leaking way too many happy tears, but it gave Nensu a rather happy reaction, having to exchange high-fives with Uraraka, and unknowingly give the green-haired teen a hug from behind. She didn’t know why she did it, but the girl found it to be a reflex due to the really-high feelings of triumph. In fear that it would be too much for him, Nensu let go of him, as quickly as she could.
Maybe they were an indispensable team; maybe they would work well together once they were fully-developed. Who knows? These thoughts were going through her mind, it felt as if Nensu could see the future!

“Yep”, Momo confirmed to Heim’s guess, glancing at him, before looking at Shoto.

Original Story: One Love, Two Bullets { Angel & Fabricant }

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Original Story: The Blue Iris { Angel & Fabricant }

AVA’s face hasn’t changed from her original gaze, although there were a few slight cracks upon certain places that would leak some emotions that she seemed to try and hide. By going through the memory database in her processor of a brain, she tried to find anything of significance that would help in their current situation. Looking from her creator, to the gun in her hand, she flashbacks rock the moment where she found a lone object on the ground during the struggle between them and the police. There was, no doubt, a mess back at the house, so the android couldn’t seem to remember whether if the gun was owned by law enforcement or not.

“Forgive me, Doctor, as I wasn’t entirely sure”, she responded in her usual cold and detached but eloquent voice, as she looked back at the weapon in her hand. “I found it underneath our bed pillows. As the third law states, I believed it to be one of the arms I was registered to have for protection”, she did remember using it during one of their usual exercises. Like the results suggest, it took AVA only a few months to adjust in using them. The memory came and disappeared, when the android to find herself looking up at the sky, and feel the water drop upon her dense, synthetic face. Internally, she wondered what was on the minds of the humans that led up to this peculiar scenario. Sophie’s last words made the taller woman look back to her, before proceeding to walk in her direction.

The blonde woman’s hair was obviously damp by the downpour, and the next thing that the slender dark-haired woman did, was take off her long, foot-lengthed coat, and place it over her creator’s shoulders. As stubborn as she was, AVA didn’t let the rain bother her, considering her metallic piece were covered by synthetic skin. They had to lay low; perhaps find a place that had a cover, and wouldn’t require witnesses.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Once they reached an opening with the cave, the Grey Wizard had apparently forgotten which way they were supposed to go. It was, thankfully, a good time for them to take a break, and recollect their thoughts. They don't how long they had to wait it out, but they sat there for quite a while.

Gandalf had finally managed to look away from the many-paths, in order to glance towards the princess, who've managed to point out the creature Gollum; a recent-victim of the Ring, just before it fell into the possession of Bilbo Baggins. "He's been following us for three days, wandering...and waiting", he said, before going back to thinking.

Legolas had been sitting on a rock, having to nearly stare into space, almost as if he was deep in thought. He was unaware for the worry that came from the two she-elves, who looked at him, despite that his hand remained in Yavanna's own. After feeling her gentle squeeze, the Prince's only response was to lift the girl's hand, bring it to his lips, and softly kiss it, with his eyes closed, as if he was silently praying to himself that she was still there. The last thing Legolas wanted, or be afraid of, was to lose his beloved, at a too-soon rate.

Saeril was leaning against one of the walls, until she heard her youngest godson's pained voice being directed towards her. Based on what she could sense from his thoughts, there were visions of a younger version of himself leaving gifts for her, in his attempt to communicate with her. The memory matched with his pleads, and the Elven woman quietly sighed in sadness, having to momentarily close her eyes in shame, before opening them again.

"Once again, I am so sorry in having to silence the truth from you. The truth is told, for which I had feared of the abandonment that would be acted upon, by those I love dearly, especially by those I have sworn an oath to protect, and help grow. On the other hand, the evil inside of me possesses dark intentions; having to do anything to please her master, even going as far as to kill. I couldn't bear to live with the burden of enduring intense hate for what she has done; for what I have done. Yes, I deserved the hate for my cowardly actions, but then...I couldn't just leave Yavanna, you, and everyone else, who were a part of this world, alone. I was scared, Kili, as I adored everyone close to me. Believe me, I am always, and still am, the same Delva that you have forever known, since you’ve been small."

It saddened her just as much, when Saeril had to explain it to him; that she was a victim. She didn't know whether if her tongue of truth would ever become believable, and that's what she wanted Kili to know; that she was still the same person whom he admired, while growing up. She heard footsteps approaching her, and the she-elf could only register that the young Dwarf was hugging her. Was what she said considered true to him now? Almost reluctantly, she kneeled down, in order to let the hug be more comfortable.

Original Story: The Blue Iris { Angel & Fabricant }

Four years. Four years, was how long she has been active. At first, there was a cascade of waves, and then there cane a vision; a dream. The time where she “came to life” was the moment she awakened from her sleep, and happened to see a face; she was sure it wasn’t a dream. One of her blue irises had scanned that face, having to commit it into her memory, and remember it for the rest of her life. At first, emotions weren’t a part of her, but then, after a few months, the information was being absorbed from one scenario, to the next.

AVA wasn’t sure whether if the whole time she was dreaming, and yet, it felt so real. The name, the hair, the facials; she remembered them. Her enhanced senses and extreme intelligence came from one experiment to the other, and she acted upon request after request, although there were times where she would question Sophie, if something became confusing. She was becoming a lot closer to becoming the “perfect specimen”, as her creator Dr. Clarke had called her. Sometimes AVA wondered what she meant, but then, she was there to please Sophie in reaching her desired goal. She could remember that “traits of loyalty” was a phrase written in one of her journals.

But then, there came something else, ever since they began the test of feeling sensations; to make sure that her nervous system was intact, and responding in the right way. From feeling pain, to feelings of pleasure; every little thing regarding the sense of touch was to be noted. The test for her capability to return the favor, came the spark of something else. If there was ever a time that she was capable in expressing feelings of love, there came a moment where it was real. From time to time, having to awaken in a bed with the human woman by her side, AVA registered that it has happened, although she has yet to believe that it was real.

Now, they were on the run. For a crime her creator knew she did not commit. According to her own conscience, AVA was sure that she had been in her creator’s area of vision, at the time. The only method they had for escape, was the inconspicuous act of AVA detonating a few smoke bombs, before they both jumped out of the window with registered firearms for protection. Having to run into the alleyway, the Android looked out into the streets, in order to spot any of police cars that were following them. “I’m fine, though still confused”, she said, having to look over the gun in her hand. “I have done nothing against the law. I was with you the whole time”, she gave a sigh, having to look back at her creator, who was exhausted from their escape.

BNH Academia: Quirk-y Fates { Alternate & Angel }

Nensu eyed her brother, before looking back up to Midoriya, who was just powering up his quirk, and getting ready to use it. She wasn't sure whether if it was a good idea, but they didn't have a choice in the matter. They had to win this competition, and this was the only chance they had to do so. The female Todoroki was confident that their headband would be on the top, so once Deku was able to give them an opening, Nensu reached up, and took one of the headbands, having to hope that what she took was the ten-million points. But, by the time, she opened her hand, she paled.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Saeril had to depend on her impressive eyesight and hearing to try and decipher what they might run into in the dark. So far, she could catch the sounds of falling stone, as well as the group's assumedly-silent footsteps upon the rocky surface.

Undoubtedly, the Elf Prince could hear the same sounds, as he stood near the princess and his closest friend. He seemed to be more closed up than usual, since Yavanna surprisingly returned to him, after he had assumed her to be dead. It was as if the memory was starting to replay itself, having to remain as a reminder, if he were to fail on his promise to Lord Elrond. By instinct, he clenched her hand; not too tightly, but enough to know that she was present, and not in the frigid snow.

As they traveled through the dark chasm of the Dwarven kingdom, Saeril could remember everything from the past; from when she had first come to Moria during the battle. Every crack upon the rocks has absorbed that very moment when she had killed Thrain, and the blood that has been absorbed into the ground will forever imprint this place as one to be in the presence of one of Middle-Earth's most violent of conflicts.

'Forgive me, Sons of Durin'

She mentally said to their surroundings, as if the wind would carry the message, but the only thing that stood was the air, making the wind, reasonably dead. The elder she-elf looked at Kili nearby, and sadly sighed at the memory. "Forgive me, Son of Durin. For what I have done to your kin, was unbearable, as your family had never deserved to meet such an early fate", she had to whisper this to him, hoping to receive his forgiveness, the same way she had received Yavanna's own.