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There is no Iron Woman. There has never been and never will be.* Any reference by any character to an Iron Woman is to be taken as proof that character is insane or the poster lacks the care to actually pay attention to the facts the character sheet specifically states Iron MAN.Topanga takes great care to act as robotic as possible while in the armor. Topanga & Pepper never named the armored hero. The news media named the armored hero Iron Man because the armor is masculine looking and the reporters are about as intelligent as a goat the armor was only once made out of iron and that one has since long been destroyed. To this date Topanga nor Pepper have ever used the name Iron Man. They answered to it for the sake of expediency but they do not have a name for their alternate identity.* If someone wants to make an Iron Woman character they will not be using Stark technology nor Hammer technology. If you use Hammer technology Stark International will bring all kinds of legal hell down on their ass and Topanga will see to it that the same thing happens to them that happened all the other illegal users of Stark technology, currently only two organizations have the rights to legally use Hammer technology Stark International after the hostile takeover of Hammer Industries and S.H.E.I.L.D. who buys it from Stark International.EDIT: Just read Bweoti's post and my response:1. Bweoti you are to remove all instances from your posts to Topanga. Your character does not who Topanga is beyond the public identity of a billionaire playgirl who runs a company that makes weapons of war. Your character does not know Topanga is a super hero and at this point Topanga is far more likely to put a hole through your character's head than to reveal her secret to your character.2. Your character wouldn't know two shits about Topanga's personality to judge whether or not she is nicer than someone or not.3. As for you using Iron Woman instead of Iron Man, get it right.4. It is spelled Topanga not Topenga.


Sorry, I understand they made a mistake. But there is no need to be rude. All of us are only human.
Annabelle listened intently as El Tee put teams together and put forwards a plan. It was as sound as any other, although the reality of all plans was that nothing was ever certain on the field and therefore plans were always subject to change. An audible thud snapped her from her thoughts as she caught sight of a chair flying into Robert, causing her to blink for a second before she refocused on an important detail that thought crossed her mind. She opened her mouth to ask about how they planned to communicate between the teams before Techno spoke and gave them all communicators, answering her question. She gave a satisfied smile and took her device before looking to Techno, "So... will this transform when I do? because otherwise it might just fall straight off" she asked sheepishly, hoping it wouldn't be too much of a problem. Worst case scenario she could use her telepathy, but it would be useful not to have to apply attention to that during the possibility of combat.
Annabelle listened as the others expressed their opinions and ideas of how to tackle the issue. She nodded to Rob as he mentioned that she could hold them down, confirming that it was definitely something she could do. Quicksilver would be hard to grab considering his speed, but if she could get inside his mind she'd be able to stay ahead of his moves long enough to intercept him. As for Scarlet Witch, well she'd have to be allot more careful. In any case she was up for giving it a go. She listened intently as Russel read off what he'd found inside the prison before looking to El Tee. "Considering what Ruseel just said, what would you have in mind In terms of teams?" she asked. She trusted El Tee with these sorts of things, he hadn't let them down before and his strategic experience always proved invaluable in situations such as this.
Annabelle had been one of the first to arrive, taking a seat and crossing a leg over her other as she waited for the others to arrive. While she waited she began to file one of her nails using her other finger which was now representing a razor sharp diamond version, casually filing away at a nail. She sometimes wondered what she'd do for the little things such as this without the convenience of her powers but she'd probably have to guess that she'd have more clutter in her bags. She mentally shrugged at the thought before looking up when the projector threw up images while Rob explained what was going on before asking for suggestions. Annabelle sat forwards as her eyes narrowed, looking over the details and thinking over the possibly courses of action they could take. On one hand they could drop in and attempt to secure the area with a tough fight, or on the other hand they could rally with the humans and have a slightly easier fight with likely more casualties. Both of these didn't seem very great in terms of ideas. However that didn't stop her from coming up with something simple but promising if the execution was done correctly. She raised her hand to gain Rob's attention before she spoke. "I would suggest we take the rapid response route and hit hard and fast. Maybe drop in behind them and pinch them between us and the humans. If we co-ordinate correctly we can keep them busy till S.H.I.E.L.D arrives with support. Once they do, we can then begin securing the prisoners, assuming they have already escaped and maybe even apprehend one of the Brotherhood for further leads" she said softly in a strong English accent.
Pfft haha. I never thought I would see 'Ham sandwich' listed under super powers lol
We need more males :S

Don't we have like, five girls and two guys as it is. Or something.. my math isn't great.
Yay! ^^

Maybe some relation. Stay tuned to find out! lol
CS:



Name: Annabelle Stephens
Codename: Diamond
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Position/duties: Field Agent / Bodyguard
Race: Mutant
Powers:

Capable of shapeshifting into a solid diamond form which grants her superhuman strength and durability as well as increased weight. While in this form she becomes immune to forms of mind control and may chose to block telepathy. She does also carry a very basic skill set of psyche abilities such as Telepathy and therefore mind reading, however this skill tends to take a backseat to her main and most obvious ability. Her weaknesses are overwhelming physical damage which will require her to shift back to her human form till enough time has passed and her mutated cells have repaired.

Personality:

Annabelle is a kind and caring individual who comes across as confident and positive in how she conducts herself. She enjoys deep conversations about philosophy and wont hesitate to voice her opinion on a subject which interests her. Like most normal girls of her age she shows an interest in fashion and the other gender. However, when she is involved in work revolving around the Order she quickly becomes focused, collected and always on task. Her attention to detail and perception is incredibly sharp and she appears to take pride in her work. She does carry a sense of humor but again this will not often be seen while on duty. Last to note, Annabelle does carry the capacity for a temper, however it appears to be very tame and well controlled. Following a possible temper outbreak, Annabelle will often walk away to cool down, seeming to favor isolation over confrontation. This does not apply to combat and field based scenarios.

Why did you join?:

She was offered a position after having been discovered to possess powers which would prove useful in the defense of the Order. Being an individual who can take quite allot of damage as well as being immune to mind based attacks, she was selected to protect important figure heads within the Order. Sometimes she is put forward for offensive work, but only when the work requires her skill sets.

Preferred method of using powers:

Annabelle very much enjoys her position as a defensive and support field agent. She never kills unless she absolutely has to and will usually be seen to incapacitate her opponents with heavy singular blows or attempt reason through telepathic and verbal communication. She will often also mind read in order to gain advantage for what the opponent intends to do which also helps in her role as a defender and protector of important individuals. Annabelle will also occasionally stack up her powers with other mutants. For example: if another agent is strong enough to throw her, she will ask them to throw her at a group of enemies as the landing wont harm her and she'll be able to intercept opposing enemies faster.

History:

Anabelle discovered her powers at a young age after having nearly been run over by a car at the age of ten. Her body became a solid mineral, the car smashing against her doing considerable damage to her while leaving her without a scratch. It was a one in a million stroke of luck which saved her life. As she grew she began to advance with her powers, discovering she could do more with them like fall from great heights without taking physical damage, or being able to wield superhuman strength. Her psyche abilities came allot latter and she seemed to struggle allot in advancing them further. She isn't sure what is holding her back, but without an expert to examine her it'll always remain a mystery.

She joined the Order after receiving a call requesting that she be interviewed for a job. Being unemployed she decided to jump at the opportunity before discovering the job wasn't quite what she thought. She was offered a place within the Order after having been observed by a field recruitment agent, being told her skills would prove invaluable in helping them to maintain peace between human and mutants. At first she was hesitant as it wasn't the type of job she'd ever considered and from what they were asking from her the potential danger was evident. However she eventually agreed and ever since then she's served with the Order, pushing her skills and trying to be as best as she can be.

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I may expand on that history. But as it is I can't seem to think of anything to add.
Are you still accepting?
It was always a rare occasion when Annabelle performed in Doggsvile. She'd often be called away to perform in quite a few locations over the course of a few days and needless to say it would take a toll on the young women who sat at the back of the shoddily built stage. She had attended a lords dinner party recently, performing a melody requested specifically by him which she was given a matter of days to learn. It was exhausting, especially when you were also having to keep up with your secondary job as a doctor. Annabelle let out a soft sigh at that thought, wondering how mum was doing back at the clinic. No doubt she was working late tonight. One of the scaffolds for the cathedral had fallen, injuring quite a few workers and killing a few others. It was always harder when things like that happened as it meant more patients to deal with in a short space of time before the guards would come knocking demanding they return to work.

"Annabelle?" called a mans voice expectantly as he peered through the doorway to the room she sat in, just off from the stage in the tavern. She looked up, snapping out of her thoughts, "Hmm? oh, sorry" she replied before the older man walked in, giving a soft concerned smile. "What's wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone. Annabelle just shook her head, "Nothing Franklin, just... got allot on my mind is all" she replied in her usual soft tone. Franklin nodded and offered a comforting smile, "Don't we all darling" he said before taking in a deep breath and looking to the door, "Anyway, you're on in five minutes. I err... I might have to give you less then the usual rate this time. We're running a bit low here at the moment" he said, scratching the back of his graying hair. Annabelle hid her disappointment, knowing all too well the troubles he went through just to keep the place alive. "That's ok Frank, I understand" she replied, the older man touching her shoulder comfortingly for a moment before heading for the door.

A few minutes latter she was on the stage, a place she'd been forced to like over the course of the last few months. At first it had been terrifying, having not the nerves to stand up in front of an audience. But the nerves no longer existed now. Instead replaced with emotion which she could carry into her voice. She sat at an old piano, it's wood stained, marked and scratched with the wood peeling from age. The wires had been changed but the keys were the originals, known only because they now took on a dark yellow where they had once been white. She took a seat on an old stool and tried one of the keys, pressing her foot on the pedal to check they were functional. Annabelle couldn't play much on the instrument. But she'd been learning so that she could back her voice with something other than silence. She took a calming breath, exhaling deeply before she pressed her fingers over the keys, beginning her song as she sang about one of the few things the King couldn't take away from them, love.

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