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Rosefell High.

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”Captain Lee is the shit”

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For DeShawn; running was a way of life. It was a way to escape his problems, to keep himself in shape and of course; it was the best way to get from A to B without a mode of transport. He had spent most of his youth running down the street away from the police or from gangsters, guns and bullets. Too many times in his young life could he remember starting to run with friends and turning to see some of them already on the ground; blood pooling beneath them. Running had become his sanctuary away from the world that he had yet to truly understand. Ounces and powder, he could do that in his sleep. Calculus and gossip? Now that was stressful. There were some days he missed the corner; hood rats were a lot more easy to understand than cheerleaders and influencers.

After giving enough old ladies (and some old men) the right amount of thrill to keep them going another day longer and not slipping into the sweet silence of death; DeShawn finished his run just outside the Rosefell High parking lot. It was still fairly early and only a few cars had arrived, most of which he did not recognise as they probably belonged to desperate Liberty kids looking to make a good first impression on their new classmates. At all hazards one must keep up appearances, dignity above all. He slipped into the locker room through a side door and quickly changed into his civilian clothes, wiping his sweaty torso with a wet cloth to cool down first. DeShawn was a simple guy, jeans, a t-shirt, a thick flannel for this cold month and a beanie. Once he had changed, he grabbed his bag and headed back out to the parking lot. Taking a seat on a bench; Dee leaned back to breathe in the ever changing sight of the new student body.

He glanced over to a bench on the other side of the parking lot and noted the very familiar and very delectable form of one Minty Goh; he offered her a court nod. In other circumstances he would go over but D knew that he wasn’t the one she was waiting for; not today. The one she awaited was of a more vanilla variety. The Linebacker knew Minty well; as a friend and in the more biblical sense. Indeed his massive torso was plastered all over her Insta feed; then again most of Rosefell had seen The Walls...wall. Their trysts they shared were a simple transaction of flesh when it is required and nothing more substantial was available. It worked for them and neither had the burden of feelings or romance. Minty and Spike were Endgame and Dee, well Dee just needed to get to the end of high school so he could apply for the latest season of Below Deck; damn Melissa introductions to such addictive trash but Captain Lee is the shit. Either that or get his ass a scholarship and then help the Baltimore Ravens back to the Super Bowl; it didn’t really matter which.

Mango Loco was bomb; of this he had no doubt as he cracked open the can of Monster he had stored in his bag, along with some sick grass that Isaiah had given him (nice job cuz) which Lilith and Rico would fucking love. Rosefell was not a bad place; this Liberty kids would have it easy. Dee’s last school before leaving Baltimore was nowhere near as pleasant as the shit heap he now attended. It was over crowded, underfunded and half of the teachers had sheets longer than the corner boys that populated the classes. It wasn’t unusual to go into school one day and for the kid you sat next to not to be there anymore. Normally it was because they dropped out to start slinging or it was because they were already slinging and they had got caught or even caught a bullet. There were drugs in the bathrooms and he wasn’t talking a little bit of green; it was the hard stuff, the bad stuff, the stuff his old man sold better than most. He brushed his hand across his arm; feeling the scar beneath his shirt it brought back horrid memories that DeShawn would much rather forget.

It was another life or at least, he hoped it was.

Back in the present; the big guy could see a small gathering forming around the familiar Dodge that belonged to Spike. It was unsurprising that his favourite little shit was getting himself into trouble before the first hell of the day had even sounded. Normally at this point, Dee would probably get up and go pull him out of the fire but it was too nice a day to get shot on for simply being associated with the lovable imbecile; besides it looked like Minty-Fresh had it covered. DeShawn scanned the crowd for more familiar faces and caught sight of Joanne chilling by the stairs, eyeing up the Liberties. Deciding that it looked to crowded over with the Mascot; he pulled himself to his feet and made his way over to Jo.

”Hey yo, Jo. Look at all this fresh meat to the slaughter. Think they got any idea what they’re getting themselves in to?”

Rosefell High.

Enrique “Rico” Núñez - Rosefell High

Name

Enrique Miguel Oscar Núñez

Nickames

Rico
El Mariachi
Suave

Age

17

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Music Kid

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown/Black
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’0
• Body Type: Stocky and athletic
• Clothing Style: Rico’s style is all denim, all the time. His daily combo is his Levi’s and denim jacket with whatever clean vintage band t-shirt he finds in his room.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Rico has both of his ears pierced and has a few non descript scars.

Personality Traits:

Confident - Charismatic - Flirtatious- Hopeless Romantic - Deep Thinker
Impulsive - Lackadaisical - Fearless

Biography

To you I pose a question; if you are conceived to the sound of Sade’s 1984 banger; Smooth Operator, could you mature into anything but?

Enrique Miguel Oscar Núñez was born on a hot summer’s eve somewhere just off of a beach in Mexico. Why his parents decided to leave the beauty of Cancun in favour of the shitheap that was Cleveland still confuses the young troubadour to this day. Whatever the case; Rico enjoyed the first few years of his young life living amongst the sun drenched residents of Mexico. It was in these early formative years that his love for all things musical began to foster; specifically he would sit and watch the mariachi play for hours, studying their every movement in the guitar and the way they would serenade the crowd.

Upon moving stateside when he was ten; Rico’s love for music only continued to grow as he now had access to an even better back catalogue of tunes. Ranging from classic 70’s power ballads, to the sultry jazz of the 40’s; Rico Suave loved it all and when his father bought him his first guitar, the future Latin lovers fate was sealed. He was going to be a musician, no matter what it took. Fame and prestige didn’t matter, it was for the love of the music and for people to enjoy his talent. His other loves; which he found in his early teens were skateboarding and weed; what a triple threat right?

Having been raised on telenovelas and love songs; Enrique’s love life is a strange one. He knew very early that he had no preference on gender; he loved the soul in all its glory and through the third eye he had developed doing yoga, he could see straight into that of a potential partner. It was not unusual for him to write and perform songs to a loved one; he was also partial to a grand gesture akin to standing on a overturned trash can and pronouncing his love to one and all. Rico’s actions have managed to garner him a reputation as both a womaniser and a fool; which one depends on how he gets out of bed in the morning.

One thing that is certain is that in spite of a lot of things, it’s hard not to like Enrique. He holds very little anger in his heart and friendly to even the assiest of assholes. There is an aura of pure nonchalantness around him which people tend to gravitate to; you know when you’re hanging with Rico it’ll be a chill good time. On the flip side, this lack of caring also means that it’s quite difficult to get him to focus on anything other than what he wants to which is usually his guitar or chasing strange...

Family

Pedro Núñez - 55 - Father - Chef/Owner at La Munica - FC: Antonio Banderas
Monica Núñez (nee Flores) 54 - Mother - Manager at La Munica - FC: Salma Hayek

Misc.

-Itzan Escamilla| FF8B00
Rico always has his guitar with him..ALWAYS. The sight of him skating down a hill with his guitar case in hand is a regular one in town.
He and his family do not speak English when they are at home so he still retains much of his accent.
Enrique is a big lover of Unsolved Mysteries and wrote a song entitled Robert Stack
He performs at open mic nights around town as well as his parents restaurant and he busks quite often.
I have a sweet tooth so I’ll let you guess what my favourite part of Halloween is...

Rosefell High.

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“ain’t no corner boy bullshit” - Denzel Little

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No sleep was not usually a big issue for DeShawn. If it wasn’t Melissa or Minty digging their nails into his back or his lump of a cousin practicing his admittedly bomb rap skills; it was the odd nightmare or memory of his former life in West Baltimore. The previous night however it was a different kind of excitement that prevented him from drifting off into Dreamland. Today Rosefell officially merged with Liberty and a life that he had only just gotten used to was about to change again; for worse or better had yet to be decided.

Columbus was a fresh start and Dee had spent most; if not all of the last year trying to ingratiate himself into the Ohio way of doing things. This new world he had entered was not one of glitz and glamour; this definitely wasn’t the OC but it was most certainly a very separate place in comparison to Calhoun and Fremont Street. He had managed to carve out a nice little slice of the white picket pie for himself thanks to his aunt and uncle. He could not thank them enough for what they had done for him; taking him without never having met him. Giving him the structure and discipline that the Soulman never could. For the past twelve months; they had been his parents and Rosefell had been his home.

Having almost immediately been drafted into the Rosefell Knights by Hunter “Fuck You Very Much” Quinn; Dee’s experience running from the Police and breaking through fences and doors made him a hell of a linebacker (Defensive Player of the Year by God!) and through those damn Knights he had found the brotherhood and the challenge that he had been sorely lacking and desperately craving as part of the crew in Bodymore. He loved those fucking idiots almost as much as he loved the cheerleaders; what could he say? Sexual chocolate had a thing for white women.

Speaking of white women and challenges; it was these two things that had kept DeShawn awake. Melissa Elliott as she always did give Dee a tremendous work out but it was in fact Alina Zabrecky that staved off his sleep. He had received an email saying he was to be Alina’s buddy during the merger. He did not know many of anyone really at Liberty High but for some reason the name Zabrecky rang out but he was not sure why. He had spent most of the night trying to work out the best way to play it; did he approach as a fellow former newbie and use that card to make her feel comfortable or did he go full Big D Energy and ramp up the flirting? She was a babe no doubt but Dee wasn’t no fiend. New kid vibe it was!

Having had his beloved Jeep Wrangler taken away for his addiction to sneaking white women into his bedroom; Dee made the decision to run to school, it was a bit far for a normal human being but DeShawn Marcus was not a normal human. Besides Boogara; he was the tallest kid at Rosefell by far and was built out of pure raw Baltimore steel coated in Hershey’s chocolate; truly he was a specimen to behold. Choosing his outfit for the first day was not something he particularly cared for; so Dee simply threw some clean clothes into his backpack ready to change once he had arrived at school; he slipped into a pair of joggers and left his chest bear, shirts were restrictive when running. He kisses his rosary before descending the stairs to the kitchen; central hub of the Little household.

”Hey yo!” A typical Dee greeting. He entered the immaculate room to the typical sight; his uncle Denzel sitting at the countertop preparing for school, he was a teacher at a local middle school. His aunt Jada was slaving away over pancakes for her idiot son Isaiah who was half asleep on a couch nearby, most likely spitting rhymes in his head. ”Don’t worry about breakfast for me aunty I’ll grab something on my way”

”DeShawn we’ve talked about this. It’s good morning everybody, not Hey Yo, ain’t no corner boy bullshit gonna play in this house; you feel me?” Denzel Little was not a man to be trifled with. He was ex army and still kept his body in such a way that he could give Dee a run for his money and often did during workouts. To the outside world, he was a a goof, a fool with a stupid sense of humor but the man commanded respect. ”Please tell me, I’m mistaken but I could’ve sworn I saw a certain blonde haired cheerleader exiting our driveway last night. Anything to say Dee?”

Of course DeShawn remained silent. He may have been the size of a small house but in the shadow of Uncle Denzel, he was the size of a lawn gnome. ”It wasn’t like…”

”You don’t have to explain yourself baby” Jada chimes in, turning from her pancake batter to glare at her husband. ”Denzel let the boy make his choices. Lord knows you made some bad ones when you were a kid”

”Whatchu mean as a kid? Look at that jumper he got on! Pop’s is like the whitest, black man that ever lived” As was his custom, Isaiah chimed in when it was not required. ”And we do need you to explain yourself Dee. How dirty those skinny blonde girls?”

Jada could only roll her eyes and return to her cooking. Lord knows living in a house of alpha males was pure toxicity in a bottle and it was messing with her feng shui. Denzel looked up from his paper as DeShawn opened up the back door. ”Dee; I’ll only say this once; be careful out there. Those Liberty kids will make you miss the street, trust me. Also I updated your run playlist; you’re welcome”

DeShawn pulled out his phone and glanced at his Spotify. Sharing an account with the entire family was a difficult thing. Most of Isaiah’s stuff was like NWA which was fine, even Jada had
some taste with her early nineties r&b but holy shit; the crap that Denzel put on here. ”Jesus Unc. X is right; you really are the whitest black man that ever lived. I’ll catch y’all round the way” He shook his head and departed the house.

”Any reason you decided not to tell him his fathers getting paroled soon?”

”It don’t matter. Treyvon come to my house and try to take that boy from us; I’ll put a bullet in him my own damn self”

The man of a thousand nicknames popped his beats over his ears and scanned the recently amended playlist for something worth listening to on his commute. Well well well, looked like his uncle didn’t have that bad a taste after all. Dee hit play on an absolute banger before taking off down the street, waving as the white ladies and old bodies of the neighbourhood came out into their stoops to get their morning delight of sexual chocolate.

Rosefell High.

DeShawn Marcus - Rosefell High

Name

DeShawn Denzel Marcus

Nickames

Dee
Sexual Chocolate
Big D
Big Daddy
TDD (Tall. Dark and Delicious)

Age

18

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Jock - A Bad Bad Boy

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown/Black - Usually kept in a short fade
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’2
• Body Type: A solid 230lb of pure muscle
• Clothing Style: Dee dresses commonly in his sports clothing (joggers, t-shirts and his letter jacket) or occasionally in jeans and a nice button down shirt. He wears a rosary around his neck.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Dee has both ears pierced and has multiple scars over his body, none too distracting, mostly caused by the usual childhood mischief. He does have a large scar on his left arm from being attacked by a police dog.

Personality Traits

Generally speaking, Deshawn Marcus isn’t much of a talker. Most would agree that he’s pretty kind and sweet natured but it is the early hardships in his life that truly shaped Dee’s personality. He is tough, cynical and brutally honest and seems to be burdened by a somewhat compulsive need to save people, a factor that often results in both admiration and annoyance because he can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Deshawn much prefers his own company a lot of time and enjoys disappearing for a run or a hike for hours at a time just to clear his head. In spite of this need for independence, Dee is very empathetic and understanding of other people and has no qualms with working with a partner or group as shown by his time on the football team.

He is somewhat shy and finds it hard to properly allow his emotions to be seen other people. Deshawn is prone to solving problems with his fists rather than with his head and is seemingly always involved in fights even if said fights don’t really have anything to do with him. The streets of West Baltimore are a dangerous place for a child to grow up, Deshawn is the perfect advocate for that.

Biography

When you are born and raised in a place that has in the past been named Bodymore, Murderland your trajectory through life is pretty much mapped out for you from the start. Deshawn Marcus was brought into this world on a cold winter's eve in West Baltimore. His old man was a well known enforcer for one of the heavier gang sets and also worked as a longshoreman on the dying docks. Dee didn’t really have a lot of fond memories of those early formative years. He doesn’t really remember his mother, only that she wasn’t around anymore and that his father was someone you did not mess around with. The few good memories of when he was a child pretty much centred on trips to the zoo and the brief summer days he spent with friends playing touch football.

As soon as his old man Trey deemed he was old enough, Deshawn was on the corner, selling drugs. The life of a corner boy was pretty much his entire existence if not for the fact that he was one hell of a football player. He was allowed to play for his high school as long as he earned a good chunk of money slinging dope for his dad which of course he did. Thanks to an early growth spurt and the workout he got every other night running from the police, Dee got real big real quick and damn, the boy could play. Towards the end of his sophomore year, Deshawn’s father had a group of his friends over for a party, Dee on this particular day was in the house acting like a waiter for the drug kingpins of Baltimore. It didn’t take long for things to take a turn, the house was firebombed and shot up. Deshawn and his father survived but only just.

After the assault, social services finally decided to step him and took Dee from his father, who didn’t really put up that much of a fight to keep his first born son; thinking in some way that wherever his boy would end up, it would be better than where he was. At such an advanced age, it would be a miracle if anyone wanted to remove Deshawn from the system and give him a home. Either luckily or un-luckily for him an uncle he didn’t know existed decided to take him in and soon enough the hard streets of West Baltimore had become the hard streets of Columbus, Ohio. Uncle Denzel was just as strong willed as his old man but he was on the straight, a former army captain and current school teacher; his long dead mother's brother This kind of environment was good for Dee; structured and caring. Almost Immediately he was recruited for the football team but Deshawn made it a priority not to fall into the jock stereotype; he spent time with his teammates sure but for the most part he was a loner type.

After a year in Columbus, Dee had pretty much established himself as a gentle giant, don’t fuck with him and he won’t fuck with you. You need a hand, he’ll be the first at your door. Still, an air of despondency hangs over him like a cloud. A troubled past could put a stop to a bright future and that terrifies him.

Family

Denzel Little - 44 - Uncle/Guardian - School Teacher - FC: Sterling K Brown
Jada Little (nee Lane) - 44 - Aunt/Guardian - Interior Designer - FC: Christine Adams
Treyvon “Soulman” Marcus - 46 - Father - Incarcerated/Criminal - FC: Mahershala Ali
Naomi Marcus (nee Little) - 28 Mother - Deceased - FC: Tessa Thompson
Isaiah “X” Little - 23 - Cousin - Aspiring Music Producer/Estate Agent - FC: O’Shea Jackson Jr

Misc.

Jordan Calloway | CB8DEB
I have a sweet tooth so I’ll let you guess what my favourite part of Halloween is...

DeShawn’s Relationship Playbook

”a collection of thoughts from a former corner boy”

Rosefell

Lilith Montgomery -

Ellie Roberts - “If my black ass is pissed about H, S or J then Ellie is my first port of call. She’s calming; like a well a cheerleader is supposed to be. No shade or tea”

Hunter Quinn - “Hunter is like that itch on your ass that you just can’t scratch. As much as I want to get rid of him I just can’t. I love the fucking fool and I’ll protect him with my life; which knowing him his probably far more prophetic a statement than I intend it to be”

Minty Goh - “My girl Minty fresh is like Bob Ross talented but like super fucking fine which basically cancels each other out. My FWB; mint and sexual chocolate that’s a tasty drink right there. Wait what was I talking about? Oh yeah, she cool”

Mikey Rodriguez -

Spice Cross -

JayVaughn Spencer - “Jayvo likes to play this game with me where he tries to get me to smile (as if I don’t). I like to play this game where I slap him upside his head for being a damn idiot. Between him and the other two reprobates it’s a wonder I have any hair left”

Melissa Elliott - “They say in the game that if you come at the King you best not miss. With Melissa, it’s more like come at the Queen, protect ya balls cos she’ll eat them with a side of caviar! Knowing this though; I still can’t help myself around her, I’m like a damn puppy. Fucking white girls”

Spike Langley -“I swear to God if this kid does not learn to keep his mouth shut it’s gonna cost us all big time and it’ll most likely be me that pays the most because it’ll be my job to grab him by the neck and throw him in the trunk of my car and get caught in the crossfire”

Sean Bergara - “Toss a coin to your Boogara...the big boi is always welcome over at my aunt and uncles house; I think they appreciate that his influence on me; whatever that means”

Joanne Lynn - “Jo my girl; only person ever to beat my big ass at HORSE. She got a lot going on in her that she don’t speak on; that’s fine she don’t have to but she knows she’s got me if she needs it”

Samara Steward-Ellison -

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Liberty

Christian Barker -

Miki Park -

Nik Zabrecki -

Samantha Queen -

Juno Michael’s -

Aiden Howard -

Fiamma Giannulli -

Richie Diedrikson -

Emily Baxter -

Marcos Kingsley -

Alina Zabreky -

Rosefell High.

DeShawn Marcus

Name

DeShawn Denzel Marcus

Nickames

Dee
Sexual Chocolate
TDD (Tall. Dark and Delicious)

Age

18

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Jock - A Bad Bad Boy

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown/Black - Usually kept in a short fade
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 6’2
• Body Type: A solid 230lb of pure muscle
• Clothing Style: Dee dresses commonly in his sports clothing (joggers, t-shirts and his letter jacket) or occasionally in jeans and a nice button down shirt. He wears a rosary around his neck.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Dee has both ears pierced and has multiple scars over his body, none too distracting, mostly caused by the usual childhood mischief. He does have a large scar on his left arm from being attacked by a police dog.

Personality Traits

Generally speaking, Deshawn Marcus isn’t much of a talker. Most would agree that he’s pretty kind and sweet natured but it is the early hardships in his life that truly shaped Dee’s personality. He is tough, cynical and brutally honest and seems to be burdened by a somewhat compulsive need to save people, a factor that often results in both admiration and annoyance because he can’t seem to stay out of trouble. Deshawn much prefers his own company a lot of time and enjoys disappearing for a run or a hike for hours at a time just to clear his head. In spite of this need for independence, Dee is very empathetic and understanding of other people and has no qualms with working with a partner or group as shown by his time on the football team.

He is somewhat shy and finds it hard to properly allow his emotions to be seen other people. Deshawn is prone to solving problems with his fists rather than with his head and is seemingly always involved in fights even if said fights don’t really have anything to do with him. The streets of West Baltimore are a dangerous place for a child to grow up, Deshawn is the perfect advocate for that.

Biography

When you are born and raised in a place that has in the past been named Bodymore, Murderland your trajectory through life is pretty much mapped out for you from the start. Deshawn Marcus was brought into this world on a cold winter's eve in West Baltimore. His old man was a well known enforcer for one of the heavier gang sets and also worked as a longshoreman on the dying docks. Dee didn’t really have a lot of fond memories of those early formative years. He doesn’t really remember his mother, only that she wasn’t around anymore and that his father was someone you did not mess around with. The few good memories of when he was a child pretty much centred on trips to the zoo and the makeshift forest of his imagination.

As soon as his old man deemed he was old enough, Deshawn was on the corner, selling drugs. The life of a corner boy was pretty much his entire existence if not for the fact that he was one hell of a football player. He was allowed to play for his high school as long as he earned a good chunk of money slinging dope for his dad. Thanks to an early growth spurt and the workout he got every other night running from the police, Dee got real big real quick and damn, the boy could play. Towards the end of his junior year, Deshawn’s father had a group of his friends over for a party, Dee on this particular day was in the house acting like a waiter for the drug kingpins of Baltimore. It didn’t take long for things to take a turn, the house was firebombed and shot up. Deshawn and his father survived but only just.

After the assault, social services finally decided to step him and took Dee from his father, who didn’t really put up that much of a fight to keep his first born son. At such an advanced age, it would be a miracle if anyone wanted to remove Deshawn from the system and give him a home. Either luckily or un-luckily for him an uncle he didn’t know existed decided to take him in and soon enough the hard streets of West Baltimore had become the hard streets of Columbus, Ohio. Uncle Denzel was just as strong willed as his old man but he was on the straight, a former army captain and current school teacher; this kind of environment was good for Dee. Almost immediately he was recruited for the football team but Deshawn made it a priority not to fall into the jock stereotype.

After a year in Columbus, Dee had pretty much established himself as a gentle giant, don’t fuck with him and he won’t fuck with you. You need a hand, he’ll be the first at your door. Still, an air of despondency hangs over him like a cloud. A troubled past could put a stop to a bright future and that terrifies him.

Family

Denzel Little - Uncle/Guardian
Trey Marcus - Father
Naomi Marcus - Mother - Deceased

Misc.

Jordan Calloway | CB8DEB
I have a sweet tooth so I’ll let you guess what my favourite part of Halloween is...

Rosefell High.

I mean...

DeShawn Marcus || Male || Rosefell High Student || FC: Jordan Calloway ||
CB8DEB

Marvel’s NuHumans

@Sanguine Rose Worth the wait! Accepted!

Marvel’s NuHumans

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Yancy Street - August 17th 2020

”Why do you have to go to work Daddy? I thought we were all supposed to stay at home?” the little girl with her bright blonde pigtails asked as her father pulled on his jacket.

”Because sweetness, daddy has to go make sure that the school is ready for all the little boys and girls that will be coming back soon. It has to look nice so that they can enjoy themselves. I won’t be long, just an hour or so. How long is an hour munchkin?” He held up his hands as the girl used her pinky to touch six of his fingers. ”That’s right, sixty minutes. Count that long and I guarantee daddy will be home as soon as you get to the end” He kissed her forehead and kissed his wife before leaving out of the back door and the girl began to count:

”1,2,3,4…”

Thirty three year old Jake Spiegel was born and raised on Yancy Street yet he had a great desire to leave it behind. However it seemed as if destiny or fate had extremely different plans for him. He had been a bit of a hard kid, as were most of his compatriots from the neighbourhood. It was a tough place to grow up and the only way to survive the mean streets was to join the Yancy Street Gang. Jake was enamoured with two neighbours of his names Daniel and Ben Grimm. It was a hero worship and he was so desperate to be just like them. He had spent most of his youth scrapping with his rivals under the Brooklyn Bridge and trying to work his way up the ranks.

It was as if Jake never really grew up as even by the age of twenty five; he had done little with his life other than fight. It was in one such fight that his world changed. The Yancy Street Gang was in a heated brawl with one of their rival gangs when Jake was stabbed. As he lay bleeding out on the sidewalk; he watched as a rock-like creature stopped the fight; later he would discover this to be his former neighbour Ben Grimm, now known as the Thing of the Fantastic Four. While recovering from his wounds in hospital; Jake found out he was going to be a father which would prompt him to attempt to turn his life around and finally grow up.

With the help of Ben, Jake managed to find steady employment working at the Baxter Building as a maintenance man. Whilst here, he spent a lot of time chatting with his former neighbour as well as Reed Richards, through which the intuitive Jake began to learn a little about science and other higher subjects. When the Fantastic Four were to be called off world for a mission; the Baxter Building would be shut down and Jake would be back on the unemployment line; thankfully an opening came up at ESU for a groundskeeper and Ben and Reed put Jake up for the job; where he stayed for several years.

Empire State University

The sky was turning dark high above Jake’s head and it sounded like a storm was coming in very quickly. He just had to finish with that little bit of groundwork and he could go; after all he did promise Layla that he would be home in sixty minutes. As blue droplets of what he thought was rain began to pound down onto his skin, Jake began to feel heavy; really heavy as if something was pulling down to the ground like a weight tied to his chest. He tried to work a little faster but the storm came in fast and soon he was trapped in a downpour. He glanced down at his hand through a rain fogged lense and it looked as if his skin was melting towards the floor. He could no longer move at this point and as he tried to let out a scream for help, he realised that no one would hear him; he was the only one there and no one else would be there for quite sometime thanks to the pandemic. From the ground beneath his feet, Jake could feel something cold climbing up his leg and up his arms; it felt like ice but he dared not look down. His gaze remained skywards at the storm above his head and as that frozen feeling entered his mouth and climbed over his eyes he made a last gasp for air;

”Sixty minutes…”

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January 10th 2021

”There is a tide in the affairs of men.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures”

Professor Nathaniel Bloom stood atop the podium quoting Shakespeare to the first and second year students gathered around him. The Day One Expo was designed to be a joyous occasion; there were arts and crafts, science projects, school clubs being formed; its purpose was to invite interaction and conversation amongst a group of young people who have had a hell of a year; a pandemic, race riots and of course, global terrigenisis. 2021 was a new year and it was up these kids to make it better than the last one.

”This is your first step into a brave new world; a world which in the past year has undergone a metamorphosis and emerged something completely unique and different much like yourselves. College is a place for you to undergo your own metamorphosis, to go through your own change and become the person you were meant to be. Look around you at the faces in the crowd; these people will be your friends, they will be your family and some may even be your enemy but they will, no matter what, be part of your story. No doubt many of you harbour much trepidation at the fact that we are welcoming those called Inhuman by the media into the school; I must stress that we are taking every precaution to keep you safe but I also must unequivocally say that Inhumans are not dangerous. To be Inhuman is simply to be something new and exciting and wonderful. Do not fear what you do not yet understand, embrace it, learn from it and our future will be that much brighter. Welcome to Empire State University and Welcome to the Day One Expo!”

Marvel’s NuHumans

@Martian Very interesting power. Accepted.

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Marvel’s NuHumans

@Alliance Oda So Accepted.

@Exodia Relent@Mintz Both accepted but I just have to say that you should’ve either pm’d me or posted your sheets here first for me to read before putting them in the character tab but it’s all good.

Question for all; would you want me to start a discord for this or are we all good to just discuss things here?