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Marvel: Fight for Control

Austin was actually somewhat enjoying the training. He tended to enjoy them, even with the hard work. He was beginning to tire, a dull throbbing beginning to form due to him using his powers. He kept on turning invisible, moving to another location quickly. He would turn back into visibility, before firing off several disks and turning invisible as guns fired towards him. He ran and jumped, landing and running across the drones heads, careful not to go in a straight line. He launched off of the last one, landing with a roll besides Tyler, turning visible mid roll, dodging around a few blasts before creating a small shield to cover him and Tyler on one side from the majority of the drones. His eyebrows were pressed together as he concentrated on holding the shield up. The majority of his powers were defensive, other than the disks. The wall almost replaced the wall of Gabriel's, yet held much longer as he concentrated. He could create domes, but those were extremely taxing and difficult to keep up.

Mental Institution for Troubled Teens (Reboot)

Austin jumped as his alarm went off, startled from a nightmare. Sweat coated his face, taking a few deep breaths to relax. He slowly stood up, pulling on his clothes, pulling the long sleeves down to assure they covered his wrists. The clothes were rather plain, his shirt rather tight, especially around his arms to slightly prevent it from falling down to bare the scars. His jeans were looser, yet still form fitting. He brought his hand up to run over the scruff on his face, knowing he needed to shave today. His hands quivered, as they always did the day he needed to shave. It was hard for him, since he had learned to output his emotions through cutting. It was a craving. He licked his lips very slightly before walking out of his room at roll call. He took his pills, which helped calm him down a little bit. He kept himself busy, trying to do what the therapist said and keep his mind busy. At time for breakfast he stood, walking to it. He grabbed his food, before finding a seat. He sat diagonal of Lia, feeling closer to her then the others, since they were going through almost the same thing.

His hands quivered, staring at his food. He hardly ate breakfast, but that was usual for the days he was planning on shaving. He slowly picked up his utensils, before his mind travelled off to if he pressed hard enough they could cut skin. He quickly put them back down, taking a deep, shaky breath. This was one of the worst cravings he has had in a while. His nightmares always made them worse. He hung his head forward, resting his forehead on his fists, trying to relax himself.

An Army of animals

A small hiss escaped Ryan's mouth as he sat down at his computer, but refused to complain about the pain he was in. His entire body ached. He knew Roxy had it the worst of them all, but he always felt his was pretty close to hers. His was rarely the same, the variation creating an unknown feature to it. He slowly began to work, scowling at the computer screen. The cuts on his knees and elbows were screaming at him due to being bent, but he didn't notice as a scab broke open on a cut on the outside of his elbow and begin to drip blood slowly onto the floor.

Camp Half-Blood

Awesome. I'm all for that.

Camp Half-Blood

Austin nodded at the question, though letting the others Angelo to do the main part of the discussions. He quickly ran through what little he knew of the two of them, who their parents were. He knew more about Seth, simply due to him being more well known because of the style of his magic. Dark magic. He focused on the girl. Nevea, is he remembered correctly. Daughter of... Chione. No, the Greek form, Khione. Powers over ice, based off her her mothers ability. He tried to piece together more about her, but without much luck. He then said," we hope to be able to retrieve the fleece as quickly as possible. The protections can only last for so long." He had a definite voice, and he kept a rather neutral expression as well, not in the mood for joking.

Mental Institution for Troubled Teens (Reboot)

Yep! Like Booksmusicanime said, if anything, just start with your character waking up, and going throughout the basic get up, and get ready routines.

Marvel: Fight for Control

Name: Austin Lankin

Alias: ( thinking..)

Age: 17

Gender: male

Appearance: Austin is 5 foot 11 and weighs around 171. He has an athletic body build. He has brown hair, with blonde highlights in it. It is short, spiked along the top and shorter on the sides. He has bright blue, slightly deep set eyes. He has a rather strong jaw. He prefers lightweight, loose clothing such as basketball shorts or sweatpants, and a loose shirt.

Equipment: •a knife
•homemade lock picking set

Skills/Abilities: parkour, cross country running, mild lock picking, pickpocket skills, and throwing knives

Powers: Invisibility: self explanatory, can turn his entire body, as well as his clothes or an object invisible. This is his best practiced power. He can only remain invisible for about half an hour, and can only turn an object invisible as long as he is concentrated on it.

Invisible force field and disc creation.: self explanatory as well. He can create force fields, varying the texture of it, to soft, to hard. He can create 1 disc at a time about a foot large, but as he grows in experience they can grow in size, and more at one time, and fling them through the air. He can create two small force fields at once time, as long as he can remain concentrated on it.

Intangibility: this allows him to phase through walls and for things to simply pass through them. This is his least stable power. He will randomly turn intangible, making him randomly fall through walls. He could only hold this for a little less then five minutes. He can rarely use it on command.

Weaknesses: Hasn't used his powers much, his knowledge of them slim, as well as his ability with them.
Fear of heights
Mild claustrophobia

Personality: TBR

History: Austin grew up trying to stay hidden from the villians once his superpowers were discovered. He wanted to be a hero, but trying to stay hidden and survive at the same time tends to leave not so hero like actions in his path. He learned how to steal money from people, but never more then necessary, just as much as he needed to get some food. He is not proud of his past, wishing he didn't have to do that to survive, and dislikes talking about it. When he was approached about helping the Heros, he quickly accepted, anything to get away from the life he had.

Other: nothing as of now

Mental Institution for Troubled Teens (Reboot)

Yay for good luck!

An Army of animals

A low growl formed in his throat. And he grumbled," I just sat down..." He stood up, wincing as the cuts stretched or bent. He shoved the rest of the food down his throat before following the others. Each step spiked pain through his body. He hated being forced to suffer through this pain, having to wait until they healed.

An Army of animals

Ryan grimaced as he was woken up by the guards and led into the cafeteria. He didn't sleep much last night at all. His arms were covered in multicolored bruises, cuts them as well. The injuries disappeared underneath his shirt. His wrists were raw and bruised from when he would struggle against the rope tying him down. The front of his neck was the same. His back was generally let alone, due to being tied down on it. He grabbed some food, carefully sitting down, hissing in pain as he does. It seemed like every spot on the front of his body had either a bruise or a cut.