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Sounds fine to me.
9/10, It's quite cool, though I have no idea what it's from.
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It was a short drive to the trail, so Marc didn't play any music, he just sat and thought that maybe he came on too strong in introductions. He tended to be like that sometimes, which was why it was hard to make friends with introverts for him. He wanted to be a little calmer, but a life of tournaments and training always kept him excited. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and pulled into the trail. The car turned off and he got out. The trail was semi hilly and a bit rocky, but nothing that either of them couldn't handle, or at least, he figured. He moved to the trunk and pulled out pedometer, and a microchip that he placed in the soul of his shoe. This would track his miles per minute, factoring in the difficulty and other things to give him an overall score of X/10. He knew it wouldn't be as good with Paris along, but he didn't mind one bit. Running was running, and it felt really good. Trees stayed on either side of the trail providing it with a pleasant shade, but there weren't so many to cease the light breeze.
Marc took a deep breath, still leaning against the impala, stretching his heals and calves. When he was done he turned to Paris.
"Are you already?", he asked he wanted to make sure Paris wouldn't get hurt on this, especially since school hadn't began yet.
"Before we start, there's one thing you should probably know. At certain points, I'll move off of the track for a second or two to practice parkour, then I'll be right back. Anyways, if that makes you uncomfortable, I can do practice later this evening. It's up to you" Wit that, Marc took a stride forward and began the run at a reasonable pace.
I don't care either way.
Name: Brian O'Connel.
Age: 17
Gender: male
Superhero name: Evil Angel/ death
Powers: He is built with super enhanced Aether wings, non mechanical, nor flesh wings. Their made out of solid crystal, encoded into his genetics to function perfectly. They glow a black obsidian color and resemble angel wings. They allow him to fly at up to Mach 2 in under 2.5 seconds
Adoptive muscle memory: If Brian see' sit once, he can replicate it, perfectly. It's limited by what your body can do.

Brian, though he has Irish heratige, does not have red hair. It's solid black, and so are his eyes which is due to his substantially different DNA. he stands at 6'1 with a very muscular build, that isn't impeding on his movement. He is the very model of a healthy human body. He prefers to wear a semi tight black t-shirt, so he can't be grappled, and grey jeans. His favorite shoes are a pair of dark red fighting shoes, made specifically for him. He's had them for six years, but they don't look a day past a month, because he takes such good care of them.

Personality: Brian isn't interested in much, but what does catch his eye, he puts one hundred and ten percent effort into doing so. Whatever he chooses to do, he practices until he's a master, which generally doesn't take long due to his adoptive muscle memory. He has mastered about two dozen martial arts simply while watching g the moves be performed by masters themselves, he then went on to defeat them. He is an amazing shot, sketch artist, parcour runner, flyer, and swords man. He's not good for much else though.

Bio: Brian wasn't born with these wings, but he was with adoptive memory. As a child he showed extreme potential when it came to martial arts and other programs that could be used to control others through forces of physical means. The government began to survey him as a child, and when he turned fifteen they broke into his house and killed his family. He was blindfolded, and then waterborded into submission. When he gave up, he was knocked out and woke up on an operation table, face down. Just as he did so, a knif slid into his skin, two large cuts at the shoulder blade. Brian blacked out, and woke up four days later with his wings, and a man smiling at him saying, " Congradulations, your the new special forces. Overcome with grief and rage, Brian crushed the mans throat and tore throughout the facility, finding two Aether blades and a set of black Aether armour. When he was done, he blew up the remote lab and headed out, swearing to bring down crime, and eventually the government who had done this to him.
Weapons: Arther armor, blades, and a m264 .45 pistol.
I'm under the assumption of nobody.
Marc smiled and gave a hearty chuckle at being called sensei, even if it was a joke it still felt pretty good. Marc headed out the door Paris close behind. As they got into the elevator, Marc turned to Paris and looked at him, with just a small flash of intensity behind his eyes. He said, "If you're really serious about this I'm not going to lie, I'm going to push you farther than you thought you could be. It won't be easy, but when I'm done with you, you'll be a mean fighting machine. Who knows, you might even last a few rounds against me!" Marc winked to let him know he was kidding. He wasn't that arrogant.
Marc hadn't lost a fight, ever, but he always knew he might eventually. He also had never had to use his full reaction speed. The fastest ever was only two times, he had never explored three times. He wanted to, but it would take the fun out of fighting for him. Without a challenge he felt like nothing. That was his biggest fault, something new always had to be there or else he felt it was pointless.
As the elevator continued down, Marc jumped lightly on the balls of his feet a few times testing if he was properly stretched. Then, the door opened and they headed throughout the main lobby and out to the parking lot, and there sat Marc's second pride and joy. His gleaming impala. He opened the door, sat down in the drivers and turned on the car, roaring to life. Hell ya, he thought. He was always pumped for a workout, and this was no different.
Agreed.
Can we do that?
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