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> Name: Ivan Medina > > Age: 16 > > School Grade: Junior > > Gender: Male > > Hero/Villain: Villain for now, but his moral compass is kind of messed up so he has a reputation of swinging from villain to hero to villain. > > Power(s)/Skills: Can see more than visual light on the EM spectrum (into the infrared and UV areas, so he can see heat signatures and anything that would glow in black light like bloodstains). Can "see" (for lack of a better word) all the senses of other people or animals at will, but this drains him so he usually chooses not to. It can also happen against his will at rare times, and whether or not he intends to do it, he goes into a sort of trancelike, catatonic state. Superhuman hand-eye coordination and spacial awareness. > > Equipment: A grappling hook and very small pocket knife. > > Personality: Guarded, reluctant to form friendships and also to ask for help, but happy to observe and eavesdrop from a distance. Kind of a daydreamer, but focused when he needs to be. Easily startled into fight/flight mode, and usually goes to 'fight'. He likes to think of himself as a stone-cold villain who wouldn't bat an eyelash at death, but his empathetic ability gets in the way of that. A bit of a nature nerd, but he'd rarely open up to anyone about that. Carries books around a lot. > > History: His first ability, the EM-spectrum vision, has been present since birth. His others developed at around the age of 8, although he became aware of his empathetic ability last when he unwillingly and suddenly saw the world through a squirrel's eyes. His family suffered a lot of financial trouble, so at around the tender age of 13 he decided that he'd use his abilities to rob/mug people in order to help make ends meet. Although he has robbed countless innocent people, he has also let many go without taking a penny because he felt sorry for them (he'd never admit that). He began to attend SUPER after receiving a letter from the school. > > Appearance (Picture is preferred): http://andrahilde.deviantart.com/art/Randomback-154776176 Link because it gave me a broken image > > Other: James Cameron's Avatar woot. Accepted

All good ideas... I'll have a specified class list up when I can. It's Robotics season and my life is really busy.

> Oh geeze, an offer he can't refuse? Better be something good, dearie ;D I'm still trying to think of one. That's why I'm glad for this cycle. XD

That's fine.

> John starts off towards the forest, looking back every few minutes to make sure Ice is still there. Once they reached the forest John started to move a bit slower, trying to minimize the sound that he created every time he stepped on a dead leaf. Eventually, they reached the site of the explosion. "Shit," John muttered. There were dead Blades scattered around and one tree had been blown up. "Looks like there's an Outcast running around with an affinity for pyrotechnics." "Seems like it," Ice says, icing down on of the trees that was still on fire. She covers the tree with ice and leaves it that way, following John closely behind. "Hopefully they're a friendly. I don't think I would have the best time with a pyro Outcast." She stares down at her now, full on, iced hands. She clenches them together and the ice shatters, exposing her soft, pale skin. She sighs and continues to follow John.

Captain runs toward the building. She slams the heel of her boot against the ground and spikes pop out of the bottom. She then taps a button on her gloves near her wrist. Climbing hooks pop out of her cloves and she leaps onto the building. Moving with as much skill as she has, she climbs up the side of the bank with ease, making sure to avoid windows from her being seen. She manages to make it to the top and she looks at John. She nods to him and walks over to one of the air vents. She begins to work on prying off the cover with the others begin to make their way up to the building.

We're always open! :) Smarty, that's a good idea. I'll put together a class list before tomorrow.

~Lake Tahoe, California~ _I’m Annelise Brie and that’s my sister, Elisa Brie. It’s nice to meet you_ River smiles, dropping her hand back down by her side. She still grips her snowboard with the same force as before, but this time it is more out of nervousness. “I am so sorry that I crashed into your sister,” she tells Anna. “I was just so excited to get on the mountain. I had no idea that you were the owner’s daughters. Do I need to do something?” she asks nervously. “Do I need to pay for damages or anything?” At that moment Dustin walks up and River looks at him. He definitely looks out of place among the snow and cold. His tanned skin seems dark among the snow and she smiles softly. Water is more of her element, but she could do just as easily on snow. ---- Peter raises an eyebrow as he hears the laugh. He looks to his left and his right. There’s no one there. So, he looks over his shoulder and sees a young girl standing there. She looks gorgeous and Peter immediately flushes dark red and faces back forward. From the looks of how the line was going and how many people were there, they were probably going to ride up with each other. He takes a deep breath and looks over his shoulder again. She probably thought he was a freak for looking at her so… unsubtlety. He smiles quietly before facing back forward. The line begins to move forward and he notices that he and the girl are next in line for the lift. So they are going to have to sit next to each other. He coughs and says, “Um, hi. My name is Peter Trent and I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t have a snowboard or skis with you?” He hopes that he doesn’t sound too impolite for asking, but he was curious at the moment. When you’re at a ski resort, you normally have ski things with you and this girl did not. He smiles kindly at her, waiting for an answer. --- Ursula waves the trident over the bowl and a sudden splash comes up toward her. The power of the trident surges through her and she laughs maniacally, staring down into the bowl. A peculiar thing happens though. Rather than showing Triton, a picture of a beautiful lake comes up instead. She looks down into the bowl and sees the Dark One. She growls and stares into the bowl. He seems to be talking to a cursed princess. One that she does not recognize. Ursula frowns and draws back, setting the trident down next to her. Why would the Dark One be talking to a cursed princess? This is not his curse, she knows this. The Dark One has not cursed someone out of spite in a very long time. She peers into the bowl once more before a realization dawns. The Dark One is the one who took Triton from her in the first place. She needs him to tell her where he is. She growls again and waves her hand over the bowl, dismissing the image. She leans back in her chair, contemplating what exactly she would need to lure him into a trap into giving up Triton’s location. She then smiles, a thought popping into her head. She would make him an offer that he couldn’t refuse. --- “Hooke!” a screeching voice comes from the cabin. Captain Hooke flies up in bed just to see one of his crewmen storm through the door, followed by a very angry looking merchant. The merchant stands with his arms across his chest. Hooke rubs his eyes. “’ello mate,” he says with a pirate’s curtesy. “What can I do for you?” “You tell your scallywag crew that they may steal from me, but they may not harass my daughters!” the man snarls. He draws a sword. “Considering that you are their captain and I must defend my daughters’ honors, I challenge you, Captain James Hooke, to a duel. To. The. Death.” Captain Hooke chuckles as he climbs to his feet. He draws his sword and with one stroke, he bats the merchant’s sword out of his hand and forces the poor man to his feet. Hooke stares down at him, any dark amusement that was formerly in his eyes gone now. He stares down at the man menacingly. “Get this through your thick skull, _mate_,” Hooke snaps. “What my crew does on their own time is none of my concern. They can pillage, plunder, and do whatever they like when they are not on my watch. If they did something to you in their own time, take it up with them, not me. Savvy?” He drops the sword away from the man’s throat. “Now get out of my sight.” The merchant jumps to his feet and runs away. He turns to the crewman who is still standing in the room. Hooke smiles. “Just proves that you never mess with Captain James Hooke.”

Alright. I got one coming in within a few minutes.

Is it my turn or someone else's?