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Real Name: Hazel Jackson
Age: 18
Alias: Nomad
Gender: Female - She/Her
Color Choice: [color=red][/color]
Appearance: 
Personality: Hazel is nothing if not confident. She treats herself like she’s the biggest person in the room, and always acts like she’s the person to beat. There is always a smug, knowing grin on her face when danger tears its head, because Hazel doesn't take a challenge lying down. Unafraid to speak her mind, or take initiative when it counts, is a free spirit at heart. She likes to do her own thing, set her own rules and regularly bristles against stern authority figures who try to change that. In her own opinion, she has a right to be cocky, on account of her knack for strategy and quick-decision making in combat training. Unfortunately, this doesn't bail Hazel out of the fact that she's also a bit of a troublemaker. Hazel has a temper that gets her in trouble, from fist fights to climbing over fences to trespass in somewhere very dangerous. Hazel always tells herself she can get herself out of these situations, and so far, this has held true, but it's only a matter of time until Hazel gets herself into too much trouble to get back out with just a defiant attitude.
History: One often expects superpowers to give one a good life of being surrounded by like-minded individuals and living in a cool superhero lair. That was not the case for Hazel. She was born in California, to a single mother that had absolutely no idea how to raise a kid. She tried her best, but Carla Jackson was only human. Growing up, Hazel and her mom rarely saw eye to eye. They both tried, but Hazel's mind was fundamentally different from hers, so she understood things that Carla couldn't, and could outthink the woman in a million different ways that meant arguments rarely ended with a compromise. They were just too different to get along much, no matter how hard the two tried. This was the case as Hazel went through school as well. Everything was easy as a kid. Her teachers thought she was one of the usual "gifted" kids that needed to be put in higher grades. This never actually happened, because Hazel thought it was stupid. Everything was dumb, and ridiculous to her as a child. She couldn't relate to others, and just had no motivation to really do
anything. Her teachers always fed her the same "Wasted potential" speech, but this only dampened Hazel's spirits further. High school was only somewhat different, because Hazel stopped caring.
It was around this time that Hazel's mother began to suspect there was something unnatural about her. They were driving to school one day, when Hazel grabbed the steering wheel faster than her mom could react, and quickly hurled them both safely off the road, swerving right and around a tree with incredible accuracy. Naturally, Carla panicked and didn't realize what had happened until she saw the car behind them, which had tumbled and crashed into a building. If it weren't for Hazel's borderline precognitive reaction, they both would have died there. This, combined with the constantly flawless scores Hazel used to get in school where others struggled was enough for them to suspect she was a mutant, or perhaps some other type of superhuman. This was when Hazel began to test her newfound "powers," going out and seeing just how intelligent she was in the dead of night by sneaking into junkyards, taking whatever looked useful and building incredible things with it. Carla wasn't sure what to do, but Hazel made her keep this discovery a secret, something she agreed with for Hazel's sake. Emboldened by this, Hazel's troublemaking tendencies grew stronger. For the first two years of high school, Hazel barely scraped by, only doing the bare minimum without any difficult, and spending most of her time hopping fences and playing with technology in the garage.
One day, social media caught wind of someone flying down highways at midnight on a floating motorcycle, barely able to see the red blur of its lights as it weaved through traffic at blistering speeds. Police tried to catch the driver, but how could they when its top speed was about 120mph? Ultimately, it was an Avenger who caught up with her, and put a stop to her antics after a stern conversation. Apparently, Carla finally caved and looked for answers to her daughter's extraordinary abilities, and got the attention of someone important. Hazel was given a chance to leave the frustrating life she had and learn how to be a superhero. Hazel wasn't the cape and spandex type, but she didn't feel like she belonged anywhere near her home, so she accepted the opportunity after a few weeks of preparation. S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to dissect her bike, to understand how it worked, but she wouldn't let them anywhere near it. Hazel hasn't looked back so far, but some people aren't entirely convinced that she has what it takes to fill the void left behind by the Avengers. Not that she's particularly stressed...
Powerset: - Superhuman Mind: Hazel’s was born with a downright inhuman level of intelligence. Her brain processes information at an absurd rate, her memory is flawless, and she can do advanced calculus in her head. Her reaction times allow Hazel to make split-second decisions where others would simply fumble, and she learns new skills very fast. Hazel’s best application of this, however, is building technological wonders that would make Tony Stark jealous. In practice, Hazel is a superhuman engineer, coming up with countless solutions to problems with incredible resourcefulness, all before she ever picks up a wrench. Hazel’s usefulness in a crisis is dictated heavily on what tools she brings, what she has at her disposal, and what she can sabotage if all else fails.
Equipment/Paraphernalia:
- The Vandal: Hazel’s pride and joy, a hovercraft built in the style of a motorcycle. The Vandal is powered by a plasmatic ionization engine, which routes power to three dynamic waveform thrusters for a potential top speed of approximately 178 miles per hours. Using geomagnetic resonance to power an internal Hall effect pulse drive, the Vandal can consistently operate for 18 hours before requiring a recharge, which can be done in five minutes.
The Vandal is equipped with an onboard computer similar to the one found in most cars, only with Hazel’s genius spin put on it. This computer is used to plot directions, blast music, communicate with others on the move, and to run maintenance on the Vandal itself... And it has a second seat!
Clockstopper: The Clockstopper is an energy handgun designed to act like a multitool. It features two firing modes: Disruptor and Stun. Disruptor mode uses ionic thrust to channel a graviton charge into a nucleostatic projectile. When this projectile collides with a solid surface, it explodes in a concussive blast of raw kinetic energy. The blast, while having no thermal or electrical properties, is strong enough to throw a person dozens of feet into the air.
When the Clockstopper is switched to Stun, the projectile is repolarized to produce an intense flux field. This projectile discharges in contact to fry fragile targets, and irreparably devastate electronic devices. The weapon can be switched between functions on the fly, and has an effect range of 50 feet. - Codex: Hazel’s Codex is a wearable, wrist-mounted supercomputer. It is powered by a gravimetric capacitor, contains two terahertz of processing speed, eighteen terabytes of digital storage, and an interactive, holographic screen that can be adjusted and moved in any way imaginable. The Codex can do the job of any other computer on the planet, and can theoretically be used to hack into foreign systems with a retractable nano-mesh cable. Though, Hazel typically uses it to play Minecraft and pirate tons of media.
- Holovisor: The Holovisor is similar to the Codex, in the sense that they’re both wearable computers, but the Holovisor is designed specifically for tactical use. A small, digital projector hooks around Hazel’s left ear, and produces a photometric screen, which cycles through various permutations depending on what Hazel is doing. The Holovisor can link with Hazel’s Codex, provide Hazel with night vision, zoom in to see up to half a mile away, and sync up with other devices like cameras for remote viewing. The Holovisor also has functions that allow it to detect virtually any type of energy, translate 7 different languages on earth, and record information to the Codex instantly.
Weaknesses:
- GPS Satellites, Unmanned Drones, Fucking Laser Sights: It is true that Hazel could easily outsmart her opponent by coming up with an absolutely absurd, unthinkable strategy, but Hazel prefers to use technology for that. Without her Clockstopper, Hazel doesn’t have a gun to shoot someone with. Without her Holovisor, Hazel can be blinded in a dark environment. When her devices are taken from her, or destroyed outright, that is one less tool she has at her disposal. She doesn’t have super strength or teleportation powers to bail her out, and there is only so much an exceptional brain can do.
- Hothead: Perhaps it's arrogance, or perhaps she has something to prove, but Hazel doesn't let some things slide. If you bruise her ego, she'll try to get even, and this temper of hers can lead her down some tricky roads, or to some reckless conclusions. It doesn't matter if it's something as simple as challenging her to a fight, or something as egregious as hospitalizing someone important to her. Get on Hazel's bad side, and you can count on her to make it your problem.
Testing Post124 miles per hour. She could probably do better than that.
She flew down a desolate road, with a new helmet that she bought after making an ATM shit itself like a broken record. Hazel’s hovercycle hummed quietly, as she soared down the highway to test the new cycling sequence for the waveforms. It was like basic arithmetic to her. Hazel built this thing out of junk, and she yet it was already better than all the top-shelf cars that international manufacturers sold to rich people. She nabbed spray paint and hotwires used cars to make this beast, this
Vandal into something she felt proud of. She could’ve made a massive profit off of this, selling technological marvels to the world for steep prices. People would pay those prices, if they were desperate enough, and Hazel would be a dozen steps ahead of them if they tried to corner her on the market.
But it all seemed like too much work. Hazel didn’t
need to turn her hobby into a business. If she needed money, she could just open a bank account, and use her laptop to that script she was working on, which effortlessly hacked into the international banking systems to pay
herself. That was a real challenge. It was feasible for her skills, but not
easy. In the same way building her bike wasn’t easy. Looking down at the Vandal’s dusty display, it seemed she need to recharge. The clock read 2:37am. Shouldn’t take long, she thought.
Hazel swerved off the next exit, and throttled down to the normal speed limit. The Pacific Ocean was dark as the void between distant starts, barely reflecting the full moon. Hazel wondered what could be under the water, what she could discover if she challenged her “superpowers” to dredge up mysteries. She pondered this for all of three seconds, and quickly glanced at the faint light moving across the sky overhead before pulling up on her bike, and launching off the road, down to a clearing where she drifted in a half-circle, soaring over a flood-canal and into an industrial area under construction. Here, she came to a stop, opened the legs on the Vandal, and stood.
The Vandal began absorbing energy from the planet’s magnetic field. Hazel took her helmet off and stared up at the stars. If she wanted to, she could’ve built a spacecraft out of a school bus, the Vandal’s engine, and a few plates of scrap metal. Hazel could go out there and leave this whole planet behind if she set her mind to it. Her mind gave her a hundred different possible configurations for such a vessel, and then swept them away with a blink. The world was hers, but there wasn’t anything in it that interested Hazel. If she wanted a challenge, she could hack into the Pentagon. She could try to hunt down the traces of the father she lost to the Snap, and could barely remember. But her mom wouldn’t approve of either of them. No, she’d just tell Hazel to live like a normal human being, one who couldn’t solve quantum equations while half-asleep.
Two more minutes. Hazel walked around, and looked out at the construction underway. With just a quick glance she saw three different places that the incomplete hospital’s rebar would inevitably snap in. The night was cold, and Hazel could see her breath in the faint moonlight. She wanted to believe that Carla was worried sick about her, but this was normal behavior. She had a pattern of calling at midnight and asking when Hazel would be home, and if she should even leave the door unlocked. Hazel couldn’t feel anything other than jaded at the fact. One minute left.
Hazel began walking back to the-
”Can’t sleep?”A voice disturbed her, and barely finished its sentence before Hazel was already twisted around, staring a metal suit down like a possum. A Gatling gun hunt off one shoulder of the suit, and a pair of crimson red eyes saw right through her.
War Machine. What the hell was he doing here, talking to
her of all people? Hazel froze, counting the seconds in her head until she could hop on the Vandal and leave him in the dust.
”I’ve been following you for a while now, Hazel. You’re fast, but you’re easy to spot.”That light in the sky was him.
Fuck.”So what do you want with me?”War Machine’s face slid away, revealing the human underneath. He walked up to Hazel’s bike, admiring the thing.
”Pretty cool ride you’ve got here. Friend of mine would’ve been impressed. S.H.I.E.L.D. Knows about you. Your mother’s been worried real bad about you, lately. Bad enough that she made it my problem. I can’t say I blame her, but that’s not all I’m here for. She told me about this. How you have a superhuman intelligence, and how you’ve got no interest in doing anything here.”Hazel’s face scrunched up. Her mom fucking went behind her back and dragged a fucking
Avenger into this.
”And?””Take it easy, kid. Look, normally, I wouldn’t come here and give you the talk I’m giving you. But the guys who keep the world from ending heard about a kid genius building superbikes, and this became more than just you making trouble. See, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t want you just running around with that thing-“Hazel took a step out in front of the thing in question, ready to drop down on the seat and bail.
”I’m not handing off my bike to a bunch of suits, sorry.””Well, that’s fine, because I’ve got some news for you. I checked a database before coming here. You lost someone who didn’t come back after the Snap, right? You’re aware things aren’t the same anymore. That they probably won’t ever be. You’ve felt that.” There was a note of downtrodden sentiment in War Machine’s voice, which Hazel picked up on.
Bringing up her dad wasn’t helping his case.
”…I’m gonna let you in on a little secret here. The Avengers don’t exactly exist right now. We’re scattered, and one day, they’re gonna be needed again. The ones that are left came together and made a place for people like you. They want kids like you to train with them, and be the next superheroes that stop the world from ending. It’s far from here, and you won’t have to worry about whatever it is that keeps you up so late.”Hazel’s head tilted back a little. Some kind of superhero camp?
”You want me to go off and join another Avenger Initiative? I’m not exactly Spider-Man.””That's what we all said, and then Thor’s brother wrecked a city.” A look of humor flashed across his face.
”Look, it’s your choice. But one way or another, someone’s going to come looking for you. Maybe the next world-conquering maniac wants you to build his doomsday weapon, and he’s not taking no for an answer. Or maybe you get caught up in something, and then I have to come and take you by force, along with your ride. There are others like you. People who have it rough, people that want to challenge themselves, or are just plain brave enough to put on the suit.””So if I say no, you’re just gonna come back eventually.”She thought it over in her head, running a mile a minute. Hazel ran through a thousand different reasons why she shouldn’t accept this offer, and another thousand reasons why she should. Ultimately, she came up with a thousand and one, and made her choice
”Okay. I’ll go.”War Machine smiled, clearly pleased.
”Good. A lot easier than I thought it would be.”She shrugged.
”Between you and me, there’s someone whose opinion I actually give a shit about. And I don’t think she’s really my biggest fan right now.””You think this’ll change that?”Hazel looked off into the distance, past trees, buildings and the moon. Somewhere, a door was unlocked.
”Yeah. Probably.”
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