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Mine is kind of the same and can go either way. Especially now I'm more focus on the direction I want to go now from my idea's :)
One of my Original ideas was to have a pyrokinetic with Phoenix Physiology. giving me some ideas to work on for the abilities and weaknesses, but was worried if that would collide with Hellfire. I'll find the other concept I am debating and send you a PM shortly.
Well I can link one of the two concepts im looking at, the other one im tweaking appearance abit. and history i would tweak more for the setting if that is okay? Or PM it?

Sorry I am delayed on my character concept, I finally decided upon which one I wanted to bring in. Just curious as I may of missed it on the OP. Is there a restriction on like images? is it okay to use art or real of even a gif for example to not just show of apperance but like a hint of what they can do or how a sutble change when uses abilities as such?
Just letting you know I am still working on my ideas, Shame to see Rhona go. but letting you know im still here.
@PumpkinlordI have a few character concept ideas. so i'll work on them and see what fits :)
Hello everyone! I hope you all don't mind. Rhona pointed me in this direction for super RP as we were talking about supers. I wondered if there still is space to work on a character and join? I have been reading up and I am interested!

Thank you.
Hope Omega man is okay
Freyja 'Valkyrie' Svensdotter

When it was her turn to take off, Valkyrie throttled up, Afterburners engaging as the Saab Gripen took off into the air, soon enough once at altitude the Swedish craft took up formation along with flight one for a moment as Scott spoke over the radio. Freyja smiled as she watched the F-14 waggle its tail and break off. She moved her mask closer to her mouth. “Copy that flight one, stay safe and show what your made of.” After this the Swedish pilot look around to see her wingman, she wiggled her wing at him before speaking up once more. “Cobalt 7 to Cobalt 8, Welcome to Cobalt Squadron, look forward to seeing what the classic bird of yours can do.” She finished out as she flew on route to her destination.

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Over the Mediterranean Sea; approximately 20 miles West of Malta
March 13th 2014.


Not long after checking in, AWAC had lit up the comms again, confirmed multiple air and ground targets, to which of whom were refusing to ID themselves. It looked like the enemy were at the gates, but this time Cobalt Haze was there to answer this time. “Copy Cobalt lead, Flight two moving to intercept surface targets and identify over. Cobalt 8, you’re on me, lets fly low try not to get to close but at least see who we are dealing with.”

Clipping her mask on and dropping her visor, Freyja Banked into a slight turn and throttling up a bit, Valk reduced her altitude to get a better visual inspection of the six surface targets, this was dangerous of course as it was leave them open to weapons fire should the unknowns vessels chose to engage. “Cobalt 7 to Skywatch, can confirm, Surface target are military patrol boats, moving slightly close to identify further, over.”

Suddenly her flight had come under heavy enemy fire. “Shit” she said under her breath before speaking back on comms again, weapons fire can be hard in the back ground. “Cobalt 7 to Skywatch, can confirm surface target are hostile, under heavy tracer and small arms fire… Visual confirmation, surface targets are Libyan, over.” Soon the sound of attempted lock on were sounding off.

The weapons fire was intense as her flight was closing on the enemy vessels, they couldn’t stay like this she calmly and quickly devised a counter to it. “Cobalt 7 to Cobalt 8, break formation, I will crank left, you crank right, let’s see if we can split their fire and attention and move to engage at your discretion, let’s make sure these guys don’t make it to that convoy, over.”

Breaking formation, Valks Griffon banked hard left, going what she could not to get a target lock on herself and moving into a better angle of attack for herself. Circling back round she throttled up and attempted to get a lock on one of the boats, still under fire, her craft was low enough that a small rooster tail of water was coming out from behind her craft. Once a lock confirmation was achieved, the Gripen raised up a bit more from the water surface. “Cobalt 7, Bruiser” she called as the anti-ship missile was fired at her target and broke off.

Moments later a massive explosion happened to confirm she hit her target, a bloom of black smoke billowing out from one of the ships. Suddenly her hunting tones sounded of again and a lock established, one of the ship got of a shot from a shoulder mounted surface to air missile. Freyja began evasive manoeuvres with little luck shaking of the missile and having to fire her first set of countermeasure flares to evade the missile. The rest of the ships appears to keep pressing on at 30 knots.

@Letter Bee@Kensai@Smike@Rhona W@Shadow Daedalus
March 13th, 2014
Malta Defence Forces HQ
Luqa International Airport
Malta, The Mediterranean



It had been an interesting morning for Freyja, she had ended up getting a good night’s rest once her head hit the pillow after the flight hours she did, but the events from last night did linger on her mind. She ended up apologising to the ladies of cobalt for her outburst. She had briefly spoken to Fuka, she didn’t go massively into detail of what the men confronted her over, although by now half the base probably knew knowing her luck. She thanked the woman for checking up on her though and for calming the Valkyrie down, despite abruptly waking her fellow pilot up.

Then there was Aurélie, Freyja remembered her coming to the rescue and taking their little Casanova away from the situation with a distraction in the simulator. She knew the young pilot meant well, maybe the way he went about it, not so much. Going to the woman’s dorm and spatting out her business a little in front of the others was probably a sure fire way to probably getting told of, but in reality, she probably owed Aurélie one for taking one for the team so to speak.

And speaking of the little Casanova of Cobalt. Freyja had not really been able to speak to him, but she did eventually realize he sent her a personal message on the data pad. She still couldn’t get a full read yet on Mykh, he is eager to prove himself and has a chip on his shoulder over Russia. But he also seems to have his heart in the right place, despite hitting on herself and Fuka and getting all emotional over the radio of considering Valk a friend even though he only met her the previous day. She read his message. Just prior to the briefing Freyja did shoot the young pilot a private message. “Morning, I just wanted to say thank you for trying to help out, you shouldn’t have followed me to the female barracks and announced my business in front of the others though. But look, your heart is in the right place, I’m just not used to others going out of their way to being kind to me.”

During the briefing, Freyja was taking notes out of habit as Scott gave the team the rundown of the current situation and the mission that they will partake in. It appeared she would get to have some ‘fun’ as some would put it, being part of the guard dog flight and she would be commanding flight two and that her wingman was to be none other than the new late arrival to be briefing, with all the events of the last 24 hours, she missed that there was an update on the pad about replacements for the squadron and that this new individual identifying himself as Lt. Illya Sokolov. So this was to be her wingman, Cobalt 8, she gave him a nod, making a note to read his file or even speak to him at some point after the briefing to learn about the guy that will be watching her back and vice versa.

And then Mykhailo ended up mentioning Russia again, Freyja couldn’t help but roll her eyes for a second. The kid was passionate for sure, but she knew of her time operating there post heaven fall that the once dangerous giant bear was nothing like its former self. Just thinking of that place sent a shudder down her spine. In the mean time she made notes of what load out she wanted her Gripen to have. A mixture of IRIS-T and RBS-15F anti-ship missiles along with ECM should be a flexible load out for the mission parameters set. She noticed how awkwardly Sokolov was put on the spot and so focused back on the briefing, looking at her CO Scott. “Sir, if I may, what is the convoy actually transporting?” she wanted to know, last thing she wanted was a friendly ship going up in a big mushroom cloud because it was holding munitions, these days you never know.

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