YoshiSkittlez

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

@Ejected love her! And I know a few of my characters will to ;) I will complete the 2/3rds vote here and say "accepted"!

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

@Almalthia

She's a great character, and I like her ties to both Logan and his son that I play, Deon. Though I can see how this poses as a bit of a problem.

In the OP, it does state that teachers will be NPC'd (as needed) by one of the three (co)GM's. I apologize if this wasn't clear before, but we currently aren't taking on any faculty members for this RP. We really want to focus on the drama and the power development of the students. But there may be some ways around this.

As I have an Asgardian that's well over 800, I don't exactly see her age being an issue. The issue, moreso, is how developed she would be at the current time. Asgardians age differently, and slower, which makes Soren (my son of Thor) very much still a teenager/young adult. So how do we bypass this with your character?

Well there's the good ol' Captain America way. Popsicles! Or she could have been abducted by some organization that is looking to study mutants like her, which would have had her locked up for some time and keeping her away from the real world.

Or hell, combine the two. Abducted popsicle!

Something along these lines would help to keep her power levels down to that of a still-learning realm.

And yeah... the expounding on the personality and backstory thing. Much importantando. Ditto to the max.

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

@Zarkun Dude, I really, really like him! And I can't help but to think, "how many times has Jason had to babysit both Connor and my character, Benjamin?" XD Like watching the Weasley twins, that is. This is great, I'm getting very excited for this! Thanks for producing such a great character!

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

Ahem

Deon Howlette

Deon Howlette

"There's beauty in the bleeding... at least you feel something..."

-Deon Howlette

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Name: Deon Howlette
Nick-Names: D, Big Dog
Alias: None (yet)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Place Of Origin: Port Hope, Ontario (Canada)
Age: 20
Date Of Birth: April 6th, 1997
Appearance - Human:

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Relationship Status: In-between girlfriends
Sexuality: Straight
Partner: None
Father: Logan Howlette (Wolverine)
Mother: Rose O'Hara
Siblings: None he likes to speak of
Pets: None, but he is rather fond of dogs and has a twinge of annoyance to cats
Other: Deon and his father don't exactly get along after finding out that Logan killed his mother
Simon - 2 year old son - wants nothing to do with him

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Personality
Firstly, Deon is incredibly conceited and self-centered. His only priority is himself which he often-times refers to as "number one." He is incredibly boastful and cocky and appears to believe himself invincible, given his mutant abilities. He will stop at nothing to prove himself better than the rest in whatever he can, and when losing, he somehow twists his words to make himself the victor in one way or another. He doesn't know how to lose.

In battle, whether it be verbal or physical, he is extremely cut-throat and merciless. He has killed hundreds in Stryker's name, and shows no remorse in the lives he takes knowing that one day, it will lead him to the death of his father. He fights with a raw, animalistic rage that comes from his mutation, the only break to his human side being that he outwardly laughs at his pain, refusing to show any weakness. His reputation within Stryker's personal arsenal has instilled fear in others for facing the proverbial beast. It has been noted by many that a proverbial fire seems to light in his eyes when he has done a job successfully and to his liking, or when he gets excited about the idea of taking on one of these jobs. This fire, coupled with a twisted, smug smile on his face, is a thirst for warfare that he simply gets drunk off of, and had become addicted to.

His hardened exterior can be chipped away, though, when a woman or two come into play, as he is a bit of a womanizer and has a pretty high sexual drive. He will, however, never put a woman on too high of a priority level, especially when his reputation is on the line of being a "bad boy." This is a huge factor that comes into play with a woman in his past - the mother of his son. The moment he found out that she was pregnant, and would be keeping it, he dropped her for good, making it more than clear that he didn't want to be weighed down by the inconvenience.

When enticed, he can be quite charming and ever the smooth-talker. This, along with his bad boy nature, for some reason, always manages to have a handful of girls out for his attention and hanging off his arm.

Likes and Dislikes
✔ Cigarettes
✔ Women
✔ Late nights and sleeping in
✔ Drinking/Partying
✔ Tattoos
✔ Danger

✘ Being told he is wrong or how to do things
✘ Kids
✘ Politics
✘ Warm beer
✘ Early mornings
✘ His father



Hobbies:
When not forced into doing something he doesn't want to do, Deon can usually be found somewhere where there is gym equipment. He enjoys showing off his muscles by either wearing lose basketball shorts and a wife-beater, or even no shirt at all. Not only does he get off on knowing that others are watching him reach his physical limits, but the adrenaline that it brings his body is something else he is rather fond of, as well as all of the other endorphins that comes with getting sweaty and feeling physically great.

Strengths:
⚜ Fierce protector
⚜ Reliable in getting the job done
⚜ Brave
⚜ His quick wit and charm
⚜ Chooses his allies closely (and accurately)
⚜ Not afraid to follow his instincts

Weaknesses:
☠ His hot temper
☠ His vanity/ego
☠ His refusal to commit to any kind of relationship
☠ His addictions (nicotine, alcohol, sex)
☠ His "lone wolf" ideal
☠ The hatred for his father




Brief Biography:
Logan was just a young man when he fell his childhood friend, Rose O'Hara, pregnant with Deon. The child only had just a few short months with his mother and father before during one of his night terrors, Logan killed Rose in his sleep, leaving Deon motherless. When Logan had realized what he had done, he left Canada as quickly as he could, entrusting Deon to Rose's family to take care of him, fearful that he might do the same to his son.

As Deon grew up, there was very little that anyone would tell him about his parents - only that his mother had died unexpectedly, and his father was unknown. Deon grew up comfortably with this knowledge, as he had his grandparents and plenty of cousins to love and surround him. But in an incident that involved one of the school bullies picking on a girl he liked, Deon quickly discovered that he was no ordinary boy. Bone-like claws split the skin between his knuckles and extended a good twelve inches. An animalistic sort of anger overtook his normally good-boyish self. Thankfully, the bully remained unhospitalized and Deon was quickly calmed down enough for his grandparents to come and get him and start to explain who his father really was, though the details of how his mother really died remained buried with her body.

The truth, however, uncovered itself when news had reached Logan that Deon wanted to meet him. And to the surprise of both Deon (but moreso, Deon's grandparents as they weren't too thrilled to see him), Logan agreed and came back to Port Hope to introduce himself to his son, and to become a part of his life. The first few years were great, but Logan's conscious got the better of him when he couldn't stand another moment in lying to Deon about how he had accidentally killed his mother. Deon didn't seem to react to the news, at least, not in the way Logan expected. He simply nodded his head, and told his father that he understood. But not two weeks later, Deon started acting out. Concerned, Deon's grandparents asked Logan to leave, as he was only upsetting the boy, but Logan was convinced that it was just simple teenage rebellion. But after Deon started finding himself getting arrested more and more, Logan agreed that perhaps he wasn't helping the boy anymore, and took his leave, giving Deon even more reason to despise the man he found to be lying to him his entire life.

Shortly after Logan left, Deon ran away - straight to William Stryker - the man responsible for making his father near-indestructable. He poured out his heart to the man, claiming that if Stryker did to Deon what he did to Logan, he would bring Logan back to him or kill him in the process. It took months to gain Stryker's trust, but after many trial runs the proposal was accepted, and Deon underwent the same treatment Logan had not years ago.

True to his word, Deon from that point onward sought to hunt his father down and kill him. He got close once, but underestimated his father's X-friends. He came to a point, yet again that he was sure he could do Stryker's bidding, but the contract came about as well as the school, and Deon was forced into a (temporary) truce. It was his idea, however, to enroll in the school just so that he can keep an eye on dear old pop.

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Powers and Abilities

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The most obvious thing about Deon's mutation are the sharp, (near) indestructible claws that protrude from between his knuckles - one of many trademarks he shares with his father. He is able to enable and retract them at will, but experiences pain each time he does either. The claws themselves can cut almost any known, solid material, including most metals, wood, and some varieties of stone. The only known expceptions are adamantium itsself and Captain America's shield, which is made out of a proto-adamantium-vibranium alloy.

Deon's ability to slice completely through a substance depends upon both the amount of force he can exert and the thickness of the substance. His claws can also be used to block attacks or projectiles, as well as dig into surfaces allowing Deon to climb structures. The adamantium also weights his blows, increasing the effectiveness of his offensive capabilities. Unfortunately, his adamantium skeleton makes him highly susceptible to magnetic-based attacks.

Also like his father, Deon has an incredibly accelerated healing process that regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. This healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins, however he can still suffer the immediate effects of such substances in massive quantities (tattoos are a real bitch!). It is possible for him to get drunk, or even be incapacitated with incredible amounts of powerful drugs and poisons.

Despite his body's ability to heal, the healing factor itself does not suppress the pain he endures while injured. He feels pain like any other (normal) person would, though his pain tolerance has increased because of these frequent injuries. With more severe injuries that he has recovered from, he still feels "phantom-like" effects. Despite how he may come across, he does not like the pain and sometimes has to really talk himself into situations where he know is going to hurt. Scratches heal within seconds, burns and cuts a few seconds more. Even bullet holes only take a matter of minutes to heal up completely, and all without a single scar to show for the pain he had been put through on a number of occasions.

Although his entire skeleton is made up of adamantium that prevents or reduces many injuries, the healing factor that works hard to constantly keep him healthy is also breaking down his tolerance to the metal within his body, which is progressively making him more and more ill.

This healing factor also affects a number of his physical attributes by increasing them to superhuman levels. His stamina is sufficiently heightened to the point he can exert himself for numerous hours, even after exposure to powerful tranquilizers. Deon's agility and reflexes are also enhanced to levels that are beyond the physical limits of the finest human athlete. Due to the healing factor's constant regenerative qualities, he can push his muscles beyond the limits of the human body without injury. This, coupled by the constant demand placed on his muscles by over one hundred pounds of adamantium, grants him some degree of superhuman strength. Since the presence of the adamantium negates the natural structural limits of his bones, he can lift or move weight that would otherwise damage a human skeleton. He has been known to break steel chains, lift several men above his head with one arm and throw them through a wall and hauling a concert grand piano, which can weigh as much as 1,300 pounds, and the platform it rests on, via a harness, while climbing a sheer cliff (ask Stryker about that one).

It is unknown whether or not Logan's ability to slow his aging process down was carried onto his son, as he is only twenty years old and is aging normally.

Deon's mutation also consists of animal-like adaptations of his body, though unlike his father, he did not inherit the fangs. He does, however, have a heightened sense of sight, smell and hearing to superhuman proportions. He can see with perfect clarity at greater distances than an ordinary human, even in near-total darkness. His hearing is enhanced in a similar manner, allowing him to both hear sounds ordinary humans cannot and also hear to greater distances. Deon is able to use his sense of smell to track targets by scent, even if the scent has been eroded somewhat over time by natural factors. This sense also allows him to identify shapeshifting mutants despite other forms they may take. He is also able to use his senses of smell and hearing, through concentration, as a type of natural lie detector, such as detecting a faint change in a person's heartbeat and scent due to perspiration when a lie is told.

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Other:
Growing up with his grandparents, Deon has learned to speak English, Lakota, Cheyenne and Russian all rather fluently. And although he may be self-taught, Deon has a knack for using his instincts to track down people who wish to not be found, and "take care of them" by surprise.

Using some of the money he has gained from Stryker over the years, Deon uses his motorcycle as his preferred mode of transportation and often uses it to lure women into going on rides with him.

Although it rarely happens, sometimes Deon's body will completely shut down on him after a pulse of excruciating pain that will eventually render him unconscious. Unknown to everyone including Deon, this is because of the metal poisoning within his system that his body is slowly starting to reject.

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Theme Song

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Theme Song:

Deon Howlette's Class Schedule

Jayla Blaze

Jayla Blaze

"Please don't make any sudden moves... you don't know the half of the abuse..."

-Jayla Blaze

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Name: Jayla Blaze
Nick-Names: Jay Jay
Alias: None (yet)
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student, tattoo/piercing artist, street racer
Place Of Origin: Los Angeles, California
Age: 19
Date Of Birth: January 17th, 1999
Appearance - Human:


Appearance - Ghost Rider:

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Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Bisexual (Probably lesbian)
Partner: None
Father: Johnny Blaze
Mother: Chloe Blaze
Siblings: None that she is aware of
Pets: After the excitement of her first (unexpected) night out with her father as another Ghost Rider, Jayla came across an injured, baby bat. The two formed a bond immediately, and Mephisto is rarely seen away from her at night.

Other: Mephisto, because of the bond he shares with Jayla, can also go "Ghost Rider Mode," by means of a bat skeleton on fire with tattered, leathery flesh in certain areas.

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Personality
Jayla has two sides to her, though is far from having a split personality. She has her normal, human, Jayla side that most people see and generally like, and a Ghost Rider side that comes out in seemingly the most inconvenient of situations.

Jayla's "human" side is a somewhat hardened, tough exterior that goes well with her determination when it comes to getting something done, no matter the cost. She is a girl of results, finding no better satisfaction in winning a race and getting payed well for it. The races she does, however, is far from legal in the eyes of the law and has landed her in quite a bit of trouble a few times, but it doesn't stop her advances in the least. Racing is the only time when she feels like she's having fun and free - not a care in the world or burden on her narrow shoulders.

She herself has quite a few mixed emotions when it comes to the curse she was "gifted"(?), however when it comes to the job she has been forced into, she drops every bit of her personality that is her and almost quite literally becomes another person. This Ghost Rider persona has stalked, broken into places, destroyed private and public property, injured and even killed others to see ends meet without any drop of guilt. However, when back to being human, Jayla tends to look out on the wreckage she has caused and can't help but to feel guilty, sick and remorseful. To others, it appears that the Ghost Rider side doesn't bother her, but nothing could be further from the truth. It is not beyond her to give anonymously to the families she has hurt.

On the rare occasion when she can just be herself and relax, Jayla is a social butterfly with a spunky, flirty personality. She is oftentimes referred to as the life of the party and when she doesn't have any jobs lined up for her, she has no problems finding things to do on her own, always with some kind of booze or drug in her system. It is because of this lifestyle that she has developed a bit of a secret drug problem. It only started as making the memories of what she put her victims through go away, but she took to the "numbing" all too well. As of date, Jayla has overdosed once on accident, her father finding her and taking her to the hospital. For all he knows, he simply passed out from "Ghost Rider Exhaustion."

Overall, Jayla is fierce and determined with a fire lit in her soul (literally) that keeps her going, no matter what unless she lets her depression get the best of her. She's brave beyond what any normal human could be and has an extremely hard time opening up about herself to other people. Her position in life has made her a very paranoid individual, always believing that someone has a motive against her should she show the slightest amount of weakness and feels that she must be strong for everyone, especially her father.

Likes and Dislikes
✔ Late nights/darkness
✔ Her car
✔ Baby animals (all kinds)
✔ Heavy Metal music
✔ Tattoos
✔ Smoking

✘ Mornings
✘ Winter
✘ Being stereo-typed
✘ The Ghost Rider's curse (and the job it entails)
✘ Formal events
✘ Being called a daddy's girl (even though she is)



Hobbies:
Jayla was raised by a father who loves racing, and though she doesn't particularly indulge in the motocross racing that he does, Jayla still likes to take to the streets and participate in some less-than-legal street races in her baby.

She's also picked up on tattooing and piercing and has been doing so (on other people) for a year now. Her strong-suit is skulls and fire.

Strengths:
⚜ She is fiercely determined
⚜ She grounds herself to realistic standards
⚜ She's a great listener
⚜ She has a good relationship with her family
⚜ She can usually hold back her temper
⚜ She has a sense of truth, morality and honesty about her and wants justice to be served the right way

Weaknesses:
☠ She gives into depression/anxiety
☠ She is developing a drug/alcohol problem
☠ She is oftentimes too hard on herself and blames herself for what she can't control
☠ She's afraid of getting into any relationships because of what she is
☠ She's a bit of an adrenaline junkie
☠ She finds it difficult to talk about herself




Brief Biography:
Jayla was raised out in the country of California for the longest time, hundreds of miles from any town. It was perfect farming country, though neither of her parents seemed very interested in doing anything with it. They said it was because they liked the quiet - that no one could bother them. So instead of friends, Jayla had a handful of different wild animals that she had come to adopt (though none were allowed in the house except for maybe a stray cat - lizards and snakes definitely weren't allowed). She was home schooled in every sense of the word, though her mother took more to the teaching than her father. She always felt closer to her father, however. He had bikes and cars to race and when Jayla got older, she was able to help him build jumps and even a dirt track that they could race each other on for hours a day.

Her father, Johnny Blaze, would leave their small little farm house for a few days a week - he was a professional stunt man and motocross racer, though it bugged Jayla to wits end that her mother never allowed her to go and watch him. On the rare occasion that their TV would pick up a signal, she was, however, able to watch him on TV doing what he did best.

It was a strange thing, however, that during the middle of the night, Jayla was shaken awake by her mother. She was frantic when she told Jayla to grab what she could, because they were moving to the city that night, and couldn't come back. It wasn't until a handful of years later that Jayla understood that it was because of her father - that their lives had been in danger - and had to move into the city of LA for their own protection.

Jayla was then admitted to a normal school where she had the opportunity to make friends and live a normal, teenage life. But things weren't as easy as her mother said they would be. The kids were cruel and judgemental on how Jayla liked to express herself - so she tended to steer clear from any social life and instead focus on her studies and even got a job at a tattoo parlor once the owner realized that she had done everything she had on her body to herself, including the piercings. She even took to street racing, having come across it by accident when racing the douche on her left at a red light once it turned green. He somehow managed to find her a few hours later, offering her a job and telling her about the illegal races. Jayla accepted immediately.

She loved the racing - something she had practiced her whole life but was never able to put to use except for against her father. And she loved her job - the tattooing and piercing came easy and it was so much less stress than high school life. But things at home were getting more and more difficult. Her parents seemed to become increasingly stressed and sometimes even hysterical with one another. Jayla started seeing her father less and less on TV even though he said he had to leave for a gig, and she was starting to wonder if maybe he might be cheating on her mother.

So one night, Jayla followed her father, and what she found to be the truth made something like the idea of her father cheating on her mother the better option.

She watched her father become the Ghost Rider - something she hadn't even remotely thought of as a possibility. She watched him burn down homes, destroy public property and turn a biker into complete ash. And when he found her, she was sure that her own life was in danger. It was the only time she had ever feared her father as he wasn't even one to have spanked her as a child when she became unruly. But this wasn't her father, this was some sort of demon he had been cursed into by the devil himself.

Perhaps she would have died that night if the devil hadn't shown up. He came with a message - that Jayla's mother would die if Jayla didn't help her father with the task he had been given. Confused, hurt, angry and terrified, Jayla felt as though she had no other choice and signed a contract with the devil, and her time as the second Ghost Rider had begun.

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In human form, Jayla has the normal amount of human strength of a woman her age, height and build who engages in moderate, regular exercise. She is completely vulnerable as far as humans go, which is when she likes to indulge in her drug problem.

But as the Ghost Rider, she possesses superhuman strength, enabling her to lift (press) about 5 tons, and has immunity to most forms of conventional injury. This includes bullets, knife wounds (can't stab a skeleton), drowning, brawling and even being dropped from incredible heights. Her other abilities are also amplified, such as stamina, agility, reflexes, endurance and durability, making her quite the opponent when being faced head-on. She has a regenerative ability whenever she does get injured, making any previous injury from her human form completely healed and no longer a problem. Even bones that might get broken will regenerate, and heal at an accelerated rate. It is believed that the Ghost Riders are immortal in this form.

She can create "hellfire" that can harm or traumatize a human soul, and with which she can turn any vehicle/animal she rides, which can travel on any surface (even water). Alongside this, she can also transform any weapon she has in her possession, such as chains, guns and blades. She prefers using hellfire pistols. As such, Jayla is immune to fire, heat, lava and flames when the Ghost Rider, able to withstand even the sun's surface if the opportunity ever arose. She can also produce "normal" flames and heat on a whim.

Much like her father, Jayla was cursed with the penance stare, meaning she has the ability to make her victims stare into her eyes (sockets) and make them relive the pain that they have ever wrought on anyone or anything. Jayla can see and feel this pain, though it doesn't phase her until after she regains her human body.

It is unknown whether or not Jayla has the ability of resurrection, as her father does, and hopes that he might never have to find out. He is, however, training her how to travel between interdimensional realms, though it is much easier said than done.

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Other:
Jayla absolutely hates the Ghost Rider curse, and wants to find a way to end it - not just with her, but for her father as well and anyone else that might have to take the curse on in the future. Her father says that the feat is impossible.

Because of her lack of a social life, Jayla has never been in a relationship and though she knows she feels more attracted to females than males, has yet to say anything to her parents about it.

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Theme Song

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Theme Song:

Alan Southern

Alan Southern

"When all is lost and daylight ends, I'll carry you and we will live forever."

-Alan Southern

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Name: Alan Southern (Worthington)
Nick-Names: Fly Boy
Alias: Horus
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student, Trapeze Artist
Place Of Origin: Little Rock, Arkansas
Age: 18
Date Of Birth: June 25th, 1999
Appearance - Human:

Appearance - Wings:

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Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight
Partner: None
Father: Warren Worthington III
Mother: Candy Southern
Siblings: None
Pets: Growing up in the circus, Alan considers all of the animals, ranging from monkeys to tigers to elephants, his pets, though decided it best not to bring any of them with him
Other: Despite knowing who his father is, Alan has yet to even meet him

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Personality
Unlike his father, Alan has a very positive outlook on life and is generally a very easy-going kind of guy. Having been subjected to a rather poor lifestyle, constantly surrounded by the smell of shit and sweaty bodies, Alan has always taken the little things in life for full value. The smell of a flower, the feeling of a gentle breeze rolling over his skin, the soft touch of a woman...

He is most often times a quiet sort of guy when it comes to day to day activities, however when he gets the chance to free his wings and fly, his whoops and hollers of excitement can be heard all throughout the camp.

He has a sensitive spirit about him, and doesn't feel like he has to prove anything to anyone. He is kind, gentle, and really knows how to treat a lady right. Most of his (male) companions in the circus poke a bit of fun at him for being overly sensitive, but Alan's outwardly thick skin and playful personality doesn't take their teasing negatively, though in the more quiet times in his life, he does wonder if perhaps they might be right; that he might not be "masculine" enough.

Alan's also got an adventurous side, always wanting to make each show he does different and more exciting each time and while it can be dangerous, Alan finds that he practically craves the adrenaline rush he gets at the very idea that injury could very much be a thing. This makes him a bit reckless at times though at face-value, Alan tends to be more calm and calculated on the outside.

Likes and Dislikes
✔ Incredible heights/flying
✔ Animals
✔ Movie nights with friends
✔ Keeping physically fit
✔ Cotton candy and other sweets
✔ The smell of rain on dirt

✘ Being labeled a freak
✘ Not knowing his father
✘ When people stare at his wings
✘ Bullying/excessive teasing
✘ Not getting enough sleep
✘ Judgemental people



Hobbies:
Alan loves his job as a trapeze artist and spends a lot of spare time practicing new stunts - even if he has to practice alone. He's constantly striving to achieve the "next big thing" and won't be happy until he's perfected it at least a hundred times over.

To achieve such stunts, Alan also spends a fair amount of time working out and keeping his body limber and physically fit, and can often be seen jogging, swimming, playing sports or lifting weights.

He can also be seen tending to the animals, feeding them treats and having his go at trying to train them certain things. He's not very good at it, but he loves the animals just the same.

Strengths:
⚜ He stays true to his heart no matter what
⚜ He has a heart of gold
⚜ He is incredibly brave
⚜ He's always willing to lend a hand to someone in need
⚜ He holds no bitter feelings towards his father
⚜ He likes to remain drama-free

Weaknesses:
☠ He tends to put everyone elses happiness above his own
☠ He doesn't see when other people are taking advantage of him
☠ He sometimes feels ashamed about being a mutant
☠ He's sometimes too quiet and reserved and doesn't often speak out
☠ He's often self-conscious about how he looks to others
☠ He lets past mistakes get to him




Brief Biography:
Alan's father knew he didn't want him the moment he found out his girlfriend was pregnant. The both of them came to an understanding, and Warren left Candy to raise Alan on her own so long as Warren never tried to become a part of his life. The two of them lived comfortable for a great number of years until Alan hit puberty, and wings started to form on his back.

Alan was absolutely panicked and went to his mother for help, though her only response was fits of sobbing and finding the bottom of a bottle. Not a few months later, Alan was dropped off at a local carnival and introduced to the ring master. Alan wasn't able to understand much, in his frightened state, but he was able to put together that his mother and the ring master had some sort of previous agreement, and his mother left him there to be raised by the carnies, claiming that she could no longer hold up her end of the deal - that it was too hard.

Alan was used as a small-time show - "The Freak with Wings!" He was subjected to stand in a glass cage, shirtless, and let hundreds of people look upon him and the freak spectacle that was his wings growing out of his back. It was humiliating, and Alan just wanted to die.

When there was no show, Alan was tasked with caring and cleaning up after the animals though eventually worked his way up to aerial acrobatics when the spectacle of "The Freak with Wings!" came to a steady decline. The ring master, after catching Alan practicing alone one night, was amazed at just how natural Alan acted when it came to heights. Even when the trapeze artists tried to discourage the young boy from the dangerous act by having him join them in practice - including jumps (with a safety net), twists, grabs and so on, Alan only grew to love the sport even more. So in the air he stayed and as he grew older, became one of the most famous aerial acrobats. Everyone seemed to forget about "The Freak with Wings!"

The nickname "Horus" was given to him by his fellow trapeze group, joking about how he was a "God" of aerial acrobatics. Alan went with the jest, finding the humor in it himself and found himself rather liking the nickname, though there was something just not quite right about it.

As he grew from a youth into a man, strange things began to happen. So strange, in fact, during the middle of a show, Alan's vision blurred for a few moments as he was jumping from one trapeze to another, and then suddenly he was able to see things with the utmost precision and clarity, over twice as well as he had been able to before. He could hear heartbeats - hundreds at a time. He could even see in fine detail the dirt under his partner's fingernails as his calloused hands reached out to grab him. There were flashes of colors he didn't quite understand. His partner that was reaching out to him turned blue, there was a glint of gold in his peripheral vision, even the crowd became a muddied mess of blue. It all happened in a split second, but it was enough to throw him off balance in his jump and ended up missing his partners hands, falling into the safety net below. That in itself had been humiliating, and after trying to explain what had happened to his friends and mentors, they shrugged it off as some sort of "you need more sleep."

But the colors kept coming after that. It was only every once in a while, mostly in the most inconvenient of times. But the perfect vision stayed. Though, having grown up with contortionists, the bearded lady, men who stab themselves with needles and swords without shedding blood, fire-eaters and clowns, Alan then just decided that what he was going through was normal for the circus life, no longer wanting to make a big deal about it. Hell... he had wings! Unfortunately, it was hindering his work as an acrobat.

Just when he wasn't sure if he was even sane anymore, an older gentlemen in a wheelchair came to speak with him. Charles Xavier sat down with Alan, and explained as much as he could to the young man to help him understand that he wasn't a freak, but a mutant with extraordinary talents passed down to him by his father, Archangel (previously Angel). Curious about what more Charles could teach him, Alan left with Xavier to attend his school for the mutants, though the school was in pretty bad shape considering the war that had been taking place. But the school survived, and Alan grew to learn more about his father and his abilities.

It wasn't even a year later when a letter, addressed to him from Bruce Wayne, came into his possession, extending the invitation to join his school and further his education while Xavier's mansion took to some desperately needed TLC.

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An ability given to him by his father, Alan is able to fly. His wings allow him to soar the skies at the height most birds can and maneuver through the air with the greatest of ease. The wings allow him to gain elevation, dive-bomb, glide, descend and so on. The wings themselves are very fragile and susceptible to damage if ever in close-range combat. It makes Alan think on his father, and how his wings changed from the fragile-like state to iron-like weapons after his "fall" to Archangel.

Alan has the ability to instinctively sense how people and objects relate to him, manifesting as a colored glow much like an aura that makes it easy for him to see. Red indicates someone he deems as a threat, or if blood has been spilled. Blue indicates someone Alan sees as an ally; someone he can trust. White indicates sources where Alan can get information he is currently seeking or a good place for him to hide for a few moments if the need should ever arise. Though Alan has only just started "seeing" the world this way, he still has yet to understand what any of the colors mean and is unable to concentrate on them long enough to even know if what he is seeing is actually there or some sort of hallucination, leaving him with a migrane-level headache. Though as he exercises his abilities, Alan will be able to turn this ability on and off, understand their meaning and be able to use them to their full potential.

These colors are prone to change, however, as situations and Alan's personal bias towards what is going on also changes, therefore someone he sees as an ally could potentially turn to someone he sees as a threat, and so on.

Eventually, this power will "evolve" into a more advanced outlook for Alan to understand, making each of his senses more sensitive. This will allow Alan to be able to detect the heartbeat of a concentrated individual in a specific perimeter to him and even be able to foresee a gold path that the person he is concentrating on will be taking up to fifty yards at a time. With this, Alan will also be able to inversely "see" where they have been. This is particularly helpful when tailing someone or detecting the path an enemy would take in order to set up a trap or lay an ambush, or to check out an area they have been to search for items or information needed. At his full potential Alan will be able to pick up cold trails or locate disguised enemies (including shape shifters) which appear red to him, however with this more heightened ability, it causes Alan to concentrate harder and scrutinize people individually rather than in a crowd, once more leaving him with a blinding headache that can last for hours at a time.

In a more bizarre turn of events, this ability will also grant Alan the unwanted ability to peer into the memories of a person dying should he be touching them during their time of death, even if it is by his own hand.

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Other:
When his abilities start up randomly, or he tries to use them, Alan is almost always overcome by a searing headache that forces his body to shut down. This most often leaves him breathless and in agony, but is able to sleep it off after a few hours or take some pain medication (though this method rarely works) but there have been instances where the pain has reduced him to sudden blackouts that can last up to thirty minutes.

He also smokes occasionally. The carny life has exposed him to tobacco products quite early and took up the habit when he was only sixteen years old. He's far from a pack a day kind of guy, but after a good, long, hard day, he likes to wind down with a good smoke and simply relax both his mind and body.

While he's had a handful of relationships in the past, none of them were ever truly serious.

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Agron Wilson

Agron Wilson

"If I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me?"

-Agron Wilson

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Name: Agron Wilson
Nick-Names: Junior
Alias: Ravager
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student, H.I.V.E Mercenary
Place Of Origin: Wakanda, Africa
Age: 23
Date Of Birth: April 13th, 1994
Appearance - Human:

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Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight
Partner: None
Father: Slade Wilson
Mother: Mari McCabb
Siblings: Naevia Udaku (Half-Sister)
Pets: Whatever his mother and sister brings home, though he claims Kovu as his own
Other: Though T'Challa is technically supposed to be regarded as his step-father, Agron will never see it that way, as T'Challa never treated Agron as a son.

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Personality
Agron is a man of honor who operates under a strict code of ethics taught to him by his father and the military, yet his sense of morality is flawed. He is a man who believes in using deadly force, and at times has acted as judge, jury and executioner for those he deems without honor or worth. Agron is, however, particular about the jobs he chooses, often turning down jobs that would compromise his personal moral compass, such as it is. In some occasions, he has fought on the side of angels merely because he believed in the cause. Other times, he has taken cases and committed acts other heroes would be disgusted by.

Agron, however, is a man capable of extreme devotion, whether it is to his family, friends or ex-lovers. He has always sought to protect those who have been close to them, and would not hesitate to lay down his life in exchange for theirs.

Agron is also a man who has a hard time expressing his feelings. His lack of expression makes him believe that he would never be a good father, or husband. Recently, he had distanced himself from his family for their own protection as things with H.I.V.E. got a little hair before the contract went out.

Despite his recent changes, Agron remains a man of mystery. Whether he will walk the side of angels or take the path to hell remains to be seen. You never know quite what to expect from him... And he would have it no other way.

Likes and Dislikes
✔ New armor and weapons
✔ Weapons of all kinds
✔ Being just like his father
✔ The feeling of the synthetic Mirakuru and how it makes him stronger
✔ Fulfilling contracts for H.I.V.E
✔ Sparring with his father

✘ Ignorance
✘ Short hair
✘ When his father tries to help him where help is not needed
✘ Not being considered as an heir to Wakanda
✘ The Teen Titans
✘ T'Challa (Black Panther)



Hobbies:
Agron doesn't do much in his spare time other than training himself or others to become better, though from time to time, you can catch him reading a book or playing himself in chess to brush up on his intellectual skills.

Strengths:
⚜ He will do anything to protect his sister
⚜ He works hard at everything he does
⚜ He believes that there is still more that he can learn
⚜ He finishes tasks quickly
⚜ He is good at getting through to those younger than him and teaches well
⚜ He is extremely patient

Weaknesses:
☠ He's extremely upset by the fact that T'Challa won't accept him as a son, or heir
☠ He often times gets blinded with rage
☠ He has a tendency to disappear for long periods of time without explanation
☠ He likes to do things on his own
☠ He's very hard-headed
☠ He doesn't believe the synthetic Mirakuru in his system is killing him




Brief Biography:
Born in Africa by a mother who had gotten pregnant by a man from Australia, Agron spent the first few years of his life between parents. Though Slade didn't care much for him in his younger years, it wasn't until Mari became interested in the Black Panther and got her pregnant with Naevia did he decide to step up as the boys father.

Mari took care of him for the most part, but an agreement had been made that every summer, Agron would visit him, no questions asked. Mari knew what kind of man Slade was, and though apprehensive, felt as though she could trust him. It was where Agron's training began, and the bond between father and son truly started to form.

Agron loved his time with his father. And though he would go to Australia for the summer, the two didn't necessarily always stay there. Slade took him on many trips around the world, and spent quite a bit of time training the young boy to fight not with just weapons and his body, but also with his mind.

With his father's help, Agron was enlisted into the Australian army by the time he was sixteen and spent a few years abroad away from both parents and his little sister. He climbed the ranks quickly, but by the time he reached eighteen he wanted something a little different and moved to New York City where he fell under the seduction of H.I.V.E. a group of assassins that's main focus was the Teen Titans. However, his new friends and his constant infidelity threatened any relationship he might have with any woman, especially when he was ready to start getting serious.

The final straw came when Starfire crashed into his apartment, and his living space was destroyed by Gordanians who were hunting the alien princess. The New Teen Titans fended off the Gordanians, but Agron blamed them for both destroying his apartment and convincing his girlfriend to leave him. So Agron saw to it that they were attacked by him frequently and occasionally called on his father for help, which was received very well.

In a bid for revenge, he allowed H.I.V.E. scientists to give him powers that were identical to those of Deathstroke. The formula killed him in the process, but the given-ability of regeneration was quick to start his heart back up, bringing him back after just sixty seconds of death. Taking on the name Ravager, in honor of his older half-brother, he promised to assassinate the Titans. Each and every one of them. Slade tried to warn his son that his powers were unstable and slowly killing him, but Agron refused to listen.

In one particular attack on the Titans, Agron was assumed dead, though no body was ever found, and ended up disappearing for a number of years. However, with the contract out and a truce amongst seemingly everyone, Agron has decided that it is time to come back - and he knows exactly where his little sister and father will be.

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Agron Wilson was enhanced by H.I.V.E. scientists, having tried to recreate the Mirakuru that Slade Wilson has in his system. The process actually killed him for the whole of sixty-seconds, but the fast-working regenerative powers started his heart again. This process has made Agron near superhuman.

Like his father, Agron is able to utilize nine times more than a human's full brain capacity for information processing and sorting, making his mind is virtually a computer built for strategy and problem-solving, one that works at optimal ability even when under stress and fatigue. Using his superior problem-solving skills, Agron can work out a battle ahead of time for many possibilities and predict enemy movements and tactics after the battle has engaged by recalling and utilizing memorized mannerisms acquired through past experience on a moment's notice. He is also ingenious in devising solutions against superior aspects of opponents, can observe and exploit, and can calculate distance, speed, and time at lightning speeds; his sense of timing is superb, bordering on perfection.

Also given by the Mirakuru, Agron possesses enhanced reflexes. The speed at which he reacts allows him to dodge fast-moving projectiles such as arrows and bullets. He can usually out-react even the fastest humans, no matter how well-trained save for meta-humans such as the Flash. His entire muscular system was hardened and strengthened, allowing Agron to be "as strong as 10 men" rivaling his own father. He can exert himself at peak capacity greater than any human could and possess the ability to run at speeds of up to 30mph and long distances far out-performing any Olympic athlete.

Agron's senses have also been augmented to higher levels of ability. He can hear, see, and smell things better than a normal human.

With an enhanced ability to heal damaged tissue, the rate at which Agron's body recovers from injury and capable of being repaired before death. As such, Agron's body can take a tremendous amount of punishment before succumbing to death. Simple gunshots and stab wounds, cuts, and broken bones can heal faster then normal. He was once impaled clean through his chest, and it did nothing but slow him down and cause great pain. His regenerative abilities have some affect on his body's ability to process through harmful, foreign substances as well, and he has become naturally immune to deadly poisons and illnesses. It is because of this that Agron, like his father, ages at a slower rate, appearing younger than he actually is.

On an offensive scale, Agron has been expertly honed under the practices of hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship and tactical analysis. Though unlike his father, doesn't posses quite the fortitude of assault weapons by comparison.

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Other:
Agron had spent over five years working with H.I.V.E and his father before the contract went out

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Soren Thorson

Soren Thorson

"We're like mirrors seen through smoke."

-Soren Thorson

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Name: Soren Thorson
Nick-Names: Bolts
Alias: None (for now)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student, Prince of Asgard, God of Humility
Place Of Origin: Asgard
Age: 829 (roughly 19 in human years)
Date Of Birth: Black Frost of the 9th (February 9th, 1189)
Appearance - God:

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Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight
Partner: None
Father: Thor Odinson
Mother: Lady Sif
Siblings: None he likes to talk about
Pets: None
Other: Soren has an exceptionally large family, ranging from his deceased grandfather, Odin, to his Uncle Loki and many branches in between. It's possible he hasn't even met his entire family yet.

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Personality
Soren is more or less defined as an overall relaxed sort of person, living with a go-with-the-flow attitude. To those he is close to, Soren tends to show off his more goofy and humorous side and while he was no class clown, he does have a niche for making people smile at his teenage boy antics. To those who he isn't close to or just doesn't like, however, gets more of his dry humor and sarcastic side that often times gets him into trouble. Under more normal circumstances, Soren is a very social and friendly person by default and though he has made more than a few enemies, tends to get along with most people even if those most people have a harder time learning to like him. When under stressful situations, or situations in particular that require a more personal touch, something that usually irks people about Soren is his calm demeanor about it all. It comes across as him not caring - a shrug of the shoulders and a change of subject usually being a sign. But on the inside, his head is continuously thinking over the problem, and how best to tackle it. He just doesn't see any point in wasting any energy in outwardly stressing about things. Even when people are physically trying to get under his skin, he just doesn't react. A lot of people wonder just how he can keep calm so easily. The truth is, he has what his father calls, "Hulk Syndrome." He keeps everything bottled up, pushed down, and builds on it until he reaches the point of boiling over and can't retain it until most of his anger has been let out in some way, shape or form.

Competition is a whole other story completely, however. Soren always enjoys a good, stimulating challenge even when it is meant to be a friendly spar. Not exactly competitive to the point where he feels he has to win all the time no matter what, he actually enjoys losing as much as winning. He takes his winning by a measure of the progress he has made, and losing is just another way for him to look at how much more he has left to grow. Being able to put this scale on a more physical scale gives him enough incentive to keep from being lazy (most times) and continue to be active, learning how to become better and stronger. The adrenaline that he gains while competing is something that he has come to love and even crave, always excited to start again until his body refuses to cooperate with him any longer or he has run out of people to compete against.

For being the son of Thor, Soren isn't one for bragging or cockiness. He doesn't view himself as any better than anyone else unless they give him reason to believe so. Try as he might, Soren strives to not jump into judging or labeling people, knowing that underestimating a potential opponent is one of the biggest mistakes that can be made. He's not exactly the smartest tactician, however. His mind sometimes just has problems making plans and thinking through things before acting on them. He regrets a lot of these decisions, but he tries to learn from them, but it doesn't keep him from sometimes wishing his father had more smarts like Loki.

All in all, Soren just wants to laugh, make friends, and have a good time. And now that he has the opportunity to make friends with (mostly) Earthly people, and teachers to help him learn how to be himself by means of exercising his abilities (not to mention both of his parents), Soren has already decided that coming to Earth for the academy is one of the best things that could have happened to him in a long, long time. Now he just has to make sure he doesn't screw up or do anything to embarrass himself as the god they might expect him to be.

Likes and Dislikes
✔ Friendly Competition
✔ Improving his skills
✔ Hanging out with friends and meeting new people
✔ Watching or participating in arena games
✔ The Pirates of the Caribbean movies
✔ He's a slight fan of Tony Stark and his technology

✘ Having to live up to expectations
✘ When people try and worship him
✘ Licorice
✘ The reason for his conception
✘ Disappointing people
✘ When his father gets drunk



Hobbies:
On Asgard, Soren absolutely loves to participate in the arena games. He enjoys sparring, spear-throwing, chariot racing, swimming and other physical activities, but he also enjoys sitting down and testing his intellect with board or card games as well. He does partake in drinking games that are usually held after feasts of celebration, but Soren tries not to get too carried away, unlike his father.

When games aren't being held, he can usually be found with a few of his closest friends, walking around Asgard and just hanging out and getting into small bits of trouble.

Strengths:
⚜ He is a loyal friend
⚜ He is dependable
⚜ He strives to be the best he can be
⚜ He can admit when he is wrong
⚜ He would be willing to sacrifice himself for another
⚜ He is very easy to get along with

Weaknesses:
☠ He doesn't exactly understand Earth's customs
☠ He fights with his mother constantly about one day being forced into marriage
☠ He too afraid to ask his father for the relationship with him that he wants
☠ He has a hot temper when pushed too far
☠ He's rather terrified of going to Earth
☠ He doesn't have the relationship with Loki that he wants because he's afraid of his father's judgement




Brief Biography:
In his younger days, Thor was classified as quite the party animal without a care or responsibility in the world. He drank often with his friends, caused mischief, said and did dumb things, and accidentally impregnated his childhood friend, Sif. A handful of months later, Soren was born - a son to the Prince of Asgard.

Though his father was young and immature (too immature to have a child, in his Odin's opinion), Thor did what he could to care for his son despite the awkward custody sharing he had with his mother, Sif. After Thor proved a time or two that he just wasn't ready to be a father, Sif started looking after Soren more and more, raising her to her liking and standards. When Soren started showing promise as a good warrior, however, Thor attempted to step in and have another go at raising his boy.

Soren felt as though his father were more of a friend than a parental figure. He watched his father train, make an ass of himself with his friends and drink, always trying to get Soren to join in with him. The training he didn't mind so much, but everything else... he usually returned home to his mother or went to spend time with his uncle Loki.

It wasn't until years later when his father went to a planet called Earth that he came back a changed man - he had grown significantly in the short amount of time and it was from that point onward that Soren actually felt as though he had a father. Unfortunately, as events unfolded, his grandfather Odin passed on, and Thor's time on Earth became more and more frequent.

He nearly pissed himself in excitement when his father came to him one day, asking if he wanted to accompany him to Earth. His mother then went on to explain that she would also be going with them to Earth, as she had a job there, and Soren got his very first idea of what the academy was about and the trials and wars the planet Earth had been through recently.

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Being a God, Soren's physical attributes are increased to that of God-like levels. This includes superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and longevity.

Soren can manipulate and create wind by means of aerokinesis. Most of the time he uses this to create strong blasts of air or even to bind a person or object with "ropes of wind." But with more training, he is capable of so much more.

Being a son of Thor, Soren can control and create electricity. Though unlike his father, he does not need his weapon to do so. He can generate bolts, orbs, and arcs of electricity from anywhere on his body. Though he is far from being able to accurately control them, when training he tends to be as far away from buildings and other people as he possibly can to keep from hurting anyone. He also possesses the ability to send strong electrical currents though objects or people by means of physical contact. With this, he can also perform a feat he likes to call "Shock Top" where he maintains physical contact and uses electricity to lock up his opponents muscles, rendering them paralyzed for the duration of the physical contact and a few moments after.

Not so surprising, Soren is completely immune to all forms of electricity. In fact, it seems to boost his powers slightly. Not that he strikes himself with lightning or picks fights with his father on a regular basis.

On the day that he became a man, his grandfather, Odin, bestowed to Soren a shield that helps to amplify his powers.

With the use of his shield, Soren is able to ride the currents in the air, allowing him to fly without the need of wings, using the shield as a kind of "surf board". He still has a long way to go before being able to do this both accurately and without crashing when attempting to land, but he still has a blast doing it.

Probably his deadliest ability, Soren can summon lightning bolts from the sky with the use of his shield. Doing this drains him significantly and usually leads to extreme fatigue, migraines, nausea and even blackouts lasting between minutes, hours and even days.

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Other:
Before coming to Earth, Thor gave Soren a key. He was not told what the key was for, or why it was given to him, but Soren accepted the key, knowing that if his father was unable to tell him why then it must be important.

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Benjamin Parker

Benjamin Parker

"Will we make a mark this time? Will we always say we tried?

-Benjamin Parker

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Name: Benjamin Parker
Nick-Names: Ben
Alias: Arachnoweb
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student
Place Of Origin: Manhattan, New York
Age: 18
Date Of Birth: February 29th, 1998 (Leap-year baby)
Appearance - Human:


Appearance - Costume:

(Made for him by Tony and Connor Stark)

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Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight (May have looked at a guy or two, though)
Partner: None
Father: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)
Mother: Felicia Hardy (Black Cat)
Siblings: None
Pets: None
Other: Benjamin Parker - Father's Uncle and his namesake (deceased)
May Parker - Father's Aunt
Mary-Jane Parker - Stepmother

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Personality
Ben is a complete cheese-ball. He never felt the need to grow up and have a lot of friends, knowing the value that one, good friend was better than dozens of face-friends. He is perhaps the most loyal person to have ever been born in Manhattan, unable to even lie to his father. Though the times he has tried, he turns a lovely shade of red and fidgets more than normal, making him also have Manhattan's worst poker face.

He never even tried to be a class clown; his own clumsiness with pretty much everything he does makes him noticed (and even bullied from time to time) though those with a shred of decency tend to laugh with him (as he is more than capable of laughing at himself) rather than at him. Because of this, Ben has developed a rather thick skin for those who have less than kind things to say to him. He is a straight-up geek and he knows it, nor is he ashamed of it. Though come finals week, most everyone seems to want to be his friend. And Ben has a hard time saying no, not because he feels like he needs the friendship, but because he's never really learned how to stand up for himself.

Ben has no idea how to talk to women, much less be around them, and sometimes even develops a studder or spouts off nonsense that doesn't even make sense, making Ben have to correct his sentence a time or two before getting across what he was trying to say.

Likes and Dislikes
✔ Organic Science
✔ Video games
✔ Hot dogs and pizza
✔ The color blue
✔ Staying up late
✔ Bugs

✘ People taking advantage of him
✘ Not being able to stand up for himself
✘ The fact that his parents aren't together
✘ That he can't talk to girls
✘ Spider killing
✘ Early mornings



Hobbies:
Ben loves collecting bugs and studying them. At home, there are dozens of boards posted on his walls with hundreds of different kinds of insects pinned to them - all behind glass cases. He examines the insects, both dead and alive, under different microscopes he has at home and at the school and has written dozens of thesis papers on the bugs he has collected and has won a few awards for his (small) findings.

Ben also loves to play video games and creates mods for some of the more popular PC games such as Grand Theft Auto V and Skyrim.

Strengths:
⚜ Loyal
⚜ Infectious smile
⚜ Wicked smart
⚜ Kind heart
⚜ A lot like his father
⚜ Honest

Weaknesses:
☠ Doesn't know how to stand up for himself
☠ Clumsy
☠ Socially awkward to those he doesn't know
☠ No control of his abilities whatsoever
☠ Is almost always late
☠ Still upset about his mother




Brief Biography:
After Felicia Hardy became the Black Cat and returned to Peter Parker for "one more shot," Felicia became pregnant and disappeared for the whole of a year, without Peter's knowledge. But when she returned with a child in her arms and her cheeks stained with tears, she begged Peter to take their son, as she felt that she put him in too much danger. Peter was absolutely beside himself - she didn't even tell him what she had named him, but with the help of Mary-Jane, Peter was able to pull it together and take care of Benjamin - the only name that seemed right, wanting to name him after his Uncle Ben.

Peter and Mary-Jane eventually got married and raised Ben together as best as they could with Peter's little hobby of saving New York. Things were hard, though, as Mary-Jane also had to work, so Peter went to his friend, Tony Stark, with the knowledge that he and Pepper also had a young boy. It helped with the babysitting, but it also helped Ben to gain a forever friend.

Ben and Connor did literally everything together as boys, and as they grew into adults, are still rarely seen apart. For the longest time, however, Ben didn't believe that he inherited anything from either of his parents, as even at seventeen he wasn't showing any signs of super-human ability. It wasn't until just recently, however, that Ben started noticing some changes - mostly physical. He was faster, stronger, and more athletic. But when the webs started shooting which resulted in nearly leveling his father's house, Peter and Tony both believed it best to send their boys to the academy where Ben could really get a handle on his powers.

Having graduated high school early, Ben was overly-eager to give the academy a shot. Best thing was, his friend Connor would be right there with him.

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Ben has spinnerets in his forearms that terminate in small pores at the junction of his wrists. By pressing down with his middle fingers to his palm, he causes the pores to open and the spinnerets to eject the organic fluid with a force greater than his father's web-shooters. His accuracy, however, needs a lot of work. The strength and effectiveness of the webs, however, seem to be related to Ben's personal health and nutrition. With a cold, the webs are much more weak and easy to break, but at full health, Ben has been able to wrap and completely cover Connor Stark's suit of armor (by accident).

He also has the ability to crawl on walls and stick to things or objects. Though he still needs a lot of practice as he is constantly falling off of the roof or not knowing how to get his soda can unstuck from his hand. He has found, though, that surfaces that are wet or slippery or are structurally unstable are much harder to stick to than normal surfaces.

Ben also has a spider sense very similar to his fathers. It results in a buzzing vibration in the back of his skull that warns Ben of impeding danger, however it does not identify what it is that could be potentially dangerous. It does, however, let Ben know in the general direction he needs to move in order to avoid it.

Similar to how Henry Pym's Ant-Man identity had him controlling and speaking to ants through his helmet, Ben has the power to communicate with spiders and control them. He has not discovered this ability yet.

Ben also has the sense of night vision which allows him to see better in the dark without any gear than the average human being.

Perhaps a combined gene from both of his parents, Ben's strength is enhanced, so far able to bench over six tons. He has also outrun a speeding car and his reflexes and agility rival even that of his fathers, making his clumsiness even worse, as he is extremely sensitive to it. He even has a minor healing factor about him and has been able to have scrapes and burns healed within just a few hours. He doesn't want to find out how long it would take for a bullet to heal, or to regrow a limb.

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Other:
Ben does not remember his short time with his mother, and has not seen her since.

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Crispin Lincoln

Crispin Lincoln

"If spring can take the snow away, can it melt away all of our mistakes?"

-Crispin Lincoln

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Name: Crispin Lincoln
Nick-Names: Mr. Lincoln, Lad (Both by the Penguin)
Alias: Shiver
Gender: Male
Occupation: Student, Waiter at the Iceberg Lounge
Place Of Origin: Gotham City
Age: 18
Date Of Birth: December 22, 1999
Appearance - Human:

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Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: He's never thought about it
Partner: None
Father: Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze)
Mother: Louise Lincoln (Killer Frost)
Siblings: None
Pets: None
Other: Oswald Cobblepot (the Penguin) - Mentor and father figure

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Crispin has been shaped since he was a young boy to respect all those who were older than him and to be polite. The best way he found to go about this was by hardly saying anything at all, and to simply nod his head yes and no when given commands. He was beaten into submission as a small child and therefore has a hard time trusting people, but in fear of being beaten again, he simply does what he is told by those who deem themselves his superior (such as his mother, his customers, and the Penguin).

He is obedient, loyal, trustworthy and above all else, compliant. He doesn't dare disobey orders that are given to him, no matter how big or small. Even his smiles are only at face-value as he has forgotten what it was to feel truly happy. Though as of recently, Crispin has begun to explore this emotion by taking his chances of running away to the academy where he can be protected.

The short journey there has opened it up about Crispin that he genuinely is a nice guy shaped into a villainous lifestyle. As an example, on the bus ride to the academy, Crispin gave up his candy bar to a hungry child, even though the candy bar he had was stolen in the first place. He has a mixed sense of right and wrong, but generally his heart is often in the right place.

Likes and Dislikes
✔ Warm, soft things
✔ People watching
✔ Reading
✔ Hot Baths
✔ Twix bars
✔ Reptiles and aquatic creatures

✘ Being abused
✘ The cold
✘ His mother's controlling nature
✘ Raw fish
✘ Wearing suits
✘ Styling his hair



Hobbies:
Perhaps one of the only luxuries given to Crispin is Cobblepot's expansive library that he is able to use whenever he is not working. Crispin has read thousands of books in the quiet solace of his bedroom and gained quite a bit of knowledge and a well-learned vocabulary through it - though he prefers fictional novels over anything else.

Strengths:
⚜ Invulnerable to the cold and lightning
⚜ An iron will
⚜ His patience
⚜ His knowledge of many things
⚜ His ability to retain information
⚜ His genuine care for doing good

Weaknesses:
☠ Around 35 degrees Celsius, Crispin's abilities begin to weaken
☠ He needs heat to use his powers effectively
☠ He feels it is impossible for him to be in a relationship
☠ Not being able to touch people
☠ Afraid to use his powers
☠ His misguided line between good and bad




Brief Biography:
As a result of Killer Frost using and taking advantage of Mr. Freeze, Crispin was born on the first day of winter and never affiliated herself with Victor again.

From that point on, Crispin was raised as an object - an item for destruction - leverage.

Louise took advantage of the truce she had with Oswald Cobblepot and stationed herself and Crispin there as he grew up. She spent what time she could teaching him about his abilities (when not running with the Suicide Squad or any other groups she was a part of) and became physical when he did something wrong. It didn't take long for Crispin to submit to the likes of his mother, and even though Oswald was sort of there as a father-figure (being he owned the Iceberg Lounge where they lived) he was far from kind.

Eventually, his mother forced Crispin to take a job from Penguin as a server for the Iceberg lounge - mostly so that he could eavesdrop on any information her fellow villains would be willing to give away. He was good at his job - dressed to the T in a three piece suit with his hair done up (both of which he hated), he made sure his customers had everything they needed and provided excellent service, gathering information for the Penguin and his mother.

One of his regulars began to take a shine to Crispin, however. She made a point of always coming alone and wanting to speak to him and him alone. Though Crispin said perhaps a handful of words over the duration of their meeting, the woman learned how to communicate with Crispin by means of the way his eyes shifted, or how his body posture reacted to certain questions. It was a relationship that went beyond intimate telepathy - the way she spoke and the way his body spoke back to her.

He was surprised, one night, to return to his room and find her there. It was a platonic meeting, but they could both feel the stirrings of emotions building up within them. It gradually became a common thing for her to show up in his room, and one day, Crispin couldn't stand it any longer. He kissed her, forgetting about his abilities, and froze her into a solid death. Absolutely distraught by what he had done, Crispin wept for her, holding her frozen corpse to his body where his mother caught him.

Killer Frost told him that she was proud of him - that now that he knew what it was to lose someone he cared about, he wouldn't weaken his heart like that ever again. She assumed that after that, things would return to normal, but Crispin wanted out. Short of a year later, when the Bat seemed to disappear from Gotham and revealed his identity and the school he was building, Crispin took the opportunity and fled from home to a place where he knew he could be safe - a place he could find out if he truly would be able to love anyone ever again.

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Crispin has to leech heat from various sources to keep himself sustained - essentially, he is a bottomless heat black body. It is unsure just how much Crispin can absorb, but his mother has been able to stand near the sun's photosphere in a temperature of about 6,000 kelvin without any problem. It is this need for heat that manifests Crispin main power, which leaves behind ice and snow and even altering local weather patterns. He has been trained enough that is is able to chill a glass without shattering it, however his touch is still deadly to those who have any shred of heat in their bodies.

Crispin can render himself invulnerable to attacks such as small firearms by creating a sort of dense layer of ice on top of his skin (usually ends up shredding the clothing on top). He can also reflexively absorb the heat of anything touching him (i.e. frostbite). Even metallic objects hitting him are likely to shatter before they can inflict any damage. Though it has yet to be tested, it can be assumed that like his mother, Crispin has a sort of immunity to lightning-based attacks.

When his mother has the time, Crispin and she have been working on his other abilities such as creating ice slides, ice/cold beams, covering surfaces with ice to make them slippery, encasing people in masses of ice, hurling sharp ice missiles with abnormal power that may involve telekenisis (it is unknown), erecting ice domes to protect himself and nearby persons and firing frost beams to block most forms of energy beams aimed at him.

He has also been able to freeze thousands of tons of water, solid, in less than a minute and has means of controlling the air currents around him, sometimes making things like archery useless or even slowing his fall and even hovering a bit.

On his own, Crispin has found a way to create a frozen treat similar to ice cream by manipulating the air, moisture, and various aromas/flavors that are near him.

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Other:
Although Crispin has had a "relationship" with a female, he hasn't ever really thought of his sexuality as far as his preferences go.

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Kallian Queen

Kallian Queen

"I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me."

-Kallian Queen

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Name: Kallian Queen
Nick-Names: Kallie
Alias: None (yet)
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Place Of Origin: Star City
Age: 17
Date Of Birth: September 16th, 2000
Appearance - Human:

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Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Straight
Partner: None
Father: Oliver Queen (The Green Arrow)
Mother: Jade Nguyen (Cheshire)
Siblings: None
Pets: When asking her father for a boyfriend when she was very young, Oliver compromised with her and got Kallian a dog instead. This is Dozer.

Other: Although Oliver Queen is believed to be her father and has raised Kallian her whole life, there has been some speculation lately that Roy Harper (Arsenel) might actually be her real father.

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On the outside, Kallian is seen to be somewhat arrogant, reckless, selfish, impulsive and even an immature spoiled brat. But the media writes up whatever they like on celebrities. Though that isn't without saying that Kallian hasn't given them reasons to. Not only has Kallian made false ID's to get her into night clubs to dance and drink the night away, but she has also ran away and been caught with a pocket of pills more times than one.

However, there is so much more to Kallian on the inside that the media refuses to see, such as her strong loyalties to her family. Kallian, after returning from rehab the first time, was seen at one of her father's political speeches not one hour after being released - dressed to impress and all smiles. Though she has definitely sped up her father's greying process, she loves him with all of her heart and knows that she owes the world ten times over to him. She has grown a thick skin because of the media's outlandish headlines, and knows that in the end, the opinion of her father is really what means the most to her. It is for this reason, and this reason alone that Kallian had agreed to go to rehab the first time, and then again after a slight relapse.

Kallian has a great sense of social skills and has an easy time manipulating people into getting what she wants. If a big, batting, doe-eyed look doesn't do the trick, then she delves into what she has learned by watching her father as a political figure to find other means of getting her way, even stooping down as low as blackmailing.

She knows that the person she has become is not what she wants, however finds it incredibly hard to change herself when the media has shaped her to be the person she is. She struggles with depression and has even resorted to cutting a few times, much to her father's horror, and generally has the sense that she just doesn't know what to do anymore.

Likes and Dislikes
✔ Food
✔ Athletic activity
✔ Heavy rainstorms/the smell of rain
✔ Romantic and action movies
✔ Long vacations
✔ Sweat pants and a tank top (comfortable clothing)

✘ Knowing when she's being lied to
✘ Being allergic to nuts
✘ Homework
✘ Boiling hot weather
✘ Being treated like a child
✘ Sour things



Hobbies:
When not in school or busy skipping school to hit up some clubs with her friends, Kallian simply enjoys what most normal teenage girls do - shopping. Her father's money definitely helps in the hobby (despite being cut off two- three times) and more times than not, Kallian always comes home with something new.

She also enjoys cooking and takes pride whenever she challenges her father to a cook-off and ends up winning.

It has just become somewhat recent Kallian's desire to learn more of there father's vigilante skills - and instead of referring to them as lessons (much like school) has actually begun to enjoy it.

Strengths:
⚜ Well-learned in just about anything her father has taught her
⚜ Fiercely loyal to her father
⚜ Can usually tell when people are at face-value (can identify "fake" people)
⚜ Has an incredible metabolism (thank God - considering the junk she eats)
⚜ Can adapt to most social situations
⚜ Can pretend what people say about her doesn't bother her

Weaknesses:
☠ She doesn't think highly of herself as a person
☠ Wanting to be older than she is/acting older than she is
☠ Suffers from severe depression
☠ Feels like she always has to have friends/approval
☠ She doesn't know who she is/suffers with identity
☠ Not wanting responsibility




Brief Biography:
A child of a rather complicated love triangle between two "brothers" and one of the most deadly assassins in the world, Jade gave birth to a healthy, happy baby girl. The only problem was, she didn't know if the child belonged to Roy Harper or Oliver Queen. Deciding that Oliver would be the better parent of the two, Jade left little Kallian in Oliver's care, swearing up and down that the child was his, and sold it. She may have been right, and she might have not been. To this day it is still a mystery, as Oliver can not take it upon himself to know for sure. Roy has spoken to Oliver about it a time or two, but never in front of Kallian; the girl has no reason to believe that anyone but Oliver is her father, and Oliver intends to keep it that way.

Oliver tried to give Kallian a normal life - as best of a normal life as the child of the Mayor of a celebrity could. Kallian grew up rich, and knew what it was to be rich. She never knew how to want for anything, except in the case when she was ten years old and asked her father for a boyfriend, Oliver compromised and gave her a dog - a boxer she named Dozer.

She traveled the world and visited every country by the time she was eleven. She learned how to fly her father's plane by the time she was fourteen and even exercised regularly with her father to keep in shape. She seemed to be the most popular girl in school and had a large group of friends who always wanted her attention. It was these same friends who later on in high school put it in Kallian's head that it was a good idea to create a fake ID and start skipping classes.

The first domino had been tipped, and the rest of Kallian's life slowly began to crumble. The media began to take more and more interest in the developing young woman, going out of their way to slander her name and make her father out to be a fool. This only caused Kallian to act out even more and by the time she was sixteen, Oliver felt that he had no choice but to send her to rehab for a month to help control her outlandish behavior.

When Kallian returned, it seemed that everything was back to normal - but the treaty had come out and her father had revealed himself to be the Green Arrow. Kallian wanted in and tried training with him. Oliver was incredibly resistant at first, but after her incessant badgering, he saw a fire in her eyes that reminded him a lot of his little sister, Thea. He eventually agreed and began to train her just like he had trained Roy and the others. However, a particular training exercise that ended up in Oliver giving Kallian a nasty gash that involved lots of blood and a hospital visit, Oliver called it quits on her training, promising that he would never train her again.

Kallian did not take his rejection lightly, and even after proving to her father that the incident hadn't even left a scar, he would not budge. So Kallian went out of her way for the media to once more notice her and did everything she could to make sure he knew she was angry with him. Her actions warranted her a second trip to rehab - longer this time - and by the time she came out, Oliver drove her directly to the academy where he could not only keep an eye on her, but help her to develop her skills in a healthy way by means of other people teaching her.

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Much to her father's dismay, Kallian has learned a significant amount of martial arts and various acrobatic fighting styles, making her a tough competitor in hand-to-hand combat. She is also incredibly acrobatic by means that her joints are much more flexible than most - a skill she inherited from her mother. With her father's help, Kallian has also been exposed to forms of eskrima, judo, kickboxing, karate, and even stick fighting (which Kallian enjoys almost as much as her bow and arrow).

In addition to abilities given to Kallian by her mother, Cheshire dipped her nails in poison so much that she woman herself built up a small tolerance to them. However, passing down her blood into Kallian, the young woman has discovered at an early age that her own blood has become poisonous and almost acidic to the touch. Kallian, like her mother, is immune to her own toxins, and has a high resistance to other poisons.

Though not nearly as skilled as her father, Kallian is a highly skilled archer, able to shoot nearly twenty-six arrows per minute and has just begun to dabble in Oliver's trick arrow arsenal. Although her bow and arrow are her weapon of choice, her father saw to it that Kallian was knowledgeable around other weapons as well, such as firearms and blades.

Kallian is also in peak human condition. Though her father spent a fortune to hire the worlds foremost martial arts masters to train him, this ability seems to come naturally to Kallian for reasons unknown. This includes a rather impressive amount of strength and stamina, and even a quicker healing rate than what is considered normal.

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Not necissarily a huge part of her abilities and skills, but Kallian has also learned how to fly a plane - mostly by flying her father's and practicing with him when traveling from place to place. She is also a really great cook and often-times has competitions to try and beat her father's recipes.

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♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Xerxes Arvanitis, Seraphina Astarte and Callie Lenson

Location: East Ridge Animal Hospital.
^{Interacting With: Each other}

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"..h-here..! W-We’re in here…”

He could hear her. Not just in his head, but physically. His head turned towards the sound, dark eyes landing on a door he probably would have completely passed by if he had started to just run through the clinic to try and find her.

He became vaguely aware that his palms had become sweaty. Was he ready for what was behind that door? Seraphina; though he hadn't known her for very long she had become a good friend. From the way he was picking up on her emotions, whatever was behind that door was not good. He closed his eyes, only to open them again to see that his glasses had started to fog from the heat of his unshed tears teasing at his ducts.

He balled his hand into a fist. No. He had to do this. Whatever met him on the other side, he had to deal with it. She called him for a reason. She had faith in him. Even... even when sometimes he didn't exactly have faith in himself.

Taking a deep breath, Xerxes took a moment to steel his emotions before he headed towards the door. Reaching a hand out, he turned the cold, brass knob and allowed himself entry.

The stench of blood was unmistakable, and had almost gone unnoticed by his senses at first from being around it so often. But the sight that he came across refused to let his other senses remain adaptable.

"Fucking shit..."

At first, it was hard to tell who it was that was bleeding, and then the doctor realized that it wasn't just Seraphina in the room. A young woman lay sprawled out on an operating table, crying out in pain and tears and apologizing while Seraphina seemed to be doing the same. But as soon as Xerxes realized that it wasn't Seraphina who needed the medical attention, something in his brain clicked, and the doctor rushed to her side to try and assess the situation.

"What's happened?"

“..I-I-...” Unsure of where to even begin, Seraphina lifted her head, her bright blue tear stained eyes glistening slightly as she met with his gaze, holding it for only a fraction of a second before the quick jerk of the woman’s body under her touch once more gained her attention, causing her to once more attempt to focus back on what she was doing… on what she had to do…

“..h-he brought one of them h-here… Magnus; he-... he brought a w-witch here… he used magic on one of the d-dogs… I… I did not like it; he was not happy… but the witch left; i-it was when I c-called you… someone was w-watching me…” Her each and every action hesitant, she did her best, not wanting to bring the woman anymore pain than what she was feeling at this moment- witch or not… she didn’t deserve this… no one did, “..t-then he c-came back… he-... he brought h-her with him… she’s a witch too… h-he said-... he said a wolf did this to her… if that’s true then… then we have to l-leave, I-... I have to get Layla out of this place…”

Callie wanted to curl up, wanted to just be away from it all, but she took it as her punishment for letting Alexis die. She knew the girl was dead, even if Leo wanted to believe otherwise. She let out a small whimper, wanting to shy away from what the vet was doing, but forcing herself to stay as still as she could. ”Wolf… attacked… Alexis, Alexis, Alexis” she barely held back a sob as she spoke the girl’s name, ”Why… “

"Shhh..." Xerxes opened up his hand and hovered it over the young woman's chest. Seraphina he could deal with in a moment. It was the young girl, the Witch, that needed his immediate attention. He would piece together everything that Seraphina had tried to tell him later. His years of medical training and sheer intuition told him that now was not the time. Now... he needed to save a life.

He had never worked on a Witch before - they tended to steer clear of medical hospitals. Probably for very good reason. Probably for the same reasons weres and other supernatural creatures did. Their own damn safety in this world.

Cassandra... She would never be able to see a real doctor again. He would have to be it. Either him or Seraphina. She was really the only other medical doctor he knew within their world.

Bringing himself back to the present, knowing fully well that he couldn't be worrying about his daughter right then, Xerxes watched as the magic he held continued to pool into the young woman. Already her hysteria levels were diminishing, which in turn seemed to relax Seraphina, if just a bit.

"It's going to be alright. Sleep. All will be better when you wake."

It was a technique he used often. Some patients often had hard times taking to the drugs that were supposed to put them to sleep. He'd let his assistants ready the patient and put them on the operating table while he assembled his tools, and when the drug wouldn't take by the time he was ready to operate, he would simply talk to them as a father would to a child who was having a hard time sleeping. Or at least that's what he imagined it looked like to the outside world. Either way, he had a lot of success with using his power of empathy to his advantage.

Callie didn’t like the feel of another’s magic being used on her- especially one that felt alien and different to a witch’s magic, but she found that as it went on, she didn’t care. She didn’t want to go to sleep, and she struggled against it for a moment or two, before letting go, defeated. What did she have to fight, right then?

She let her eyes close, the horrible scene flashing past her eyes a moment, before it was gone. Blessed blackness washing over her, even if she didn’t think she deserved it.

With the girl finally asleep, Xerxes had but a moment of reprieve. Finally, his senses weren't going haywire and he could simply focus now on the reason that drew him away from work in the first place.

"Seraphina, I need you to focus right now, okay? I don't know who this girl is, or who the other people you mentioned are or why anyone would be watching you. What I do know... is that Cassie was also attacked by a wolf just last night-" he quickly held up a hand to quell anything she might have said to interrupt him at the news. "-she's fine. I saw to her myself. But there's more going on here than I think either of us realize. I don't know if it was the same wolf that attacked this girl, here, or not. But if it was... this Witch will have more information on what happened to Cassie than I had before. And she could have information that could keep you and Layla safe. But we have to work together first to save her life. Understand?"

Her heart sank within the confines of her chest. Cassie… Cassie had been attacked..? Layla, she-... she’d wanted to go with them- to go camping with her friends; but the thought of her being out in the open… and with a siren nonetheless had her restless, so she had asked her not to go. If that was the case; the attack everyone seemed to be speaking about-...

“..n-no…” Taking a couple of steps backwards, Seraphina’s back hit the cages, causing a gentle though obvious clang to sound, and for the animals within them to stir a little restlessly, “..n-no, I-... I have to go… I-I have to go- I have to get Layla away from h-here…”

Xerxes exhaled softly through his nose. He could understand her emotional pain. Had he not said to himself the exact same thing once he discovered that Cassandra had been turned? Hell... he still wasn't entirely sure that's not what he wanted to still do once things settled down. But he also knew that people needed him. People he cared about. It was why he was here with Seraphina.

"Hey... hey... it's okay. Seraphina, it's okay. Just look at me, okay? Focus on me." She was panicked. He couldn't let her reach that point of absolute hysteria. There was only one of him. He couldn't look after both of them under these circumstances.

Xerxes took a tentative step towards Seraphina and placed his warm hands gently on her shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze, all the while keeping his dark eyes anchored to hers.

"I'm here now, alright? I'm here to help. I'm not going to let anything happen to Layla, okay? Layla is just fine. But I need your help. Help me help you."

Her attention forced onto him as she felt the weight of his hands resting upon her shoulders, his touch helping to comfort her, even just a little, Seraphina brought her gaze to meet with his, the sheer intensity making it near impossible for her to look away again. He wanted to help… it was why he had come- why he had answered her call… he’d come all that way just for her…

Hesitant, knowing that she might be making a mistake, she nodded her head slowly, her gaze never once able to part with his own as she spoke softly, “..o-okay…”

Good. He got her to understand. And... to his knowledge... he didn't even have to use any of his empathy on her. But that was the strange connection between Angels - they seemed to simply... draw off of one another, ability-wise. So perhaps he had calmed her down through magic. Either way, she was willing to help him.

He gave her a curt nod, followed by a flickering, appreciative smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. Releasing his hold on her arms, he returned to the operating table and put on a pair of rubber gloves from Seraphina's station.

"Now, help me get her undressed. I need to examine these wounds."

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

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Alan Carpenter

Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
Interacting With:Ky’ vie Morgan (@Vicier), Pierre Niore (@Caits), Hawley Griffin (@Ghost Shadow), Chiron and Dionysus.

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“Lemmie go in his place, Chiron.”

Alan's lips parted as he watched Ky' vie volunteer herself for the mission that was to be his. It was practically imopssible to keep track of everything that was going on all at once; namely, it looked as though Ky' vie might have broken Deon's nose with the winner's ring not just two seconds before she switched gears.

“I’ll find the bird; and I’ll bring it back within the seven day limit… there’s no way in Tartarus that I’m gunna let Alan take the rap for something he didn’t do; it’s just not fair.”

"And I can't let you do likewise, Ky' vie." Alan told her quietly, though firmly. He had only been in camp for a few years, only months at a time. He would hardly consider himself and the daughter of Hephaestus close, but her actions he witnessed not only now, but in times past, spoke volumes about her character. She was definitely someone he wanted on his side, but he could never allow anyone to take the blame for something he did… or… didn’t do... Not even a prick like Deon who probably deserved it.

”I’m pretty sure Percy Jackson was no Percy Jackson in the beginning, Alan. We all have to start somewhere, after all. And Percy Jackson had companions with him- something that you’d assume you’d have as well”

Alan's attention was then brought to Pierre who had spoken out for him, and gave him a gentle smile and a nod. He was right, the gods couldn't expect him to do this alone. He would have companions - stronger demigods than himself to help out with this ridiculous task. If he picked the right people... it might just be possible. He thought back to his motion of help towards Deon, and his stomach soured. The son of Ares could help him out greatly, but he wasn't about to go pushing Deon's buttons. He already made it abundantly clear that he would not help.

"The hell. I've been thieving in this Camp for years, and he gets accused?"

Alan then turned to his half brother, watching as he came down onto the open field.

"I'm not stupid, and neither are you, Chiron. He didn't do it. Boy's not got a thieving bone in his body...bit of a disappointment, really, but you can't win them all. I'll go. Ares has it out for me ole man, doesn't matter which son of his gets the boot, aye?"

Well... that was one way to put it.

"Uh... thanks?

Someone else that offered to take his place. Though he had a slight feeling that Hawley's intentions weren't exactly aligned the same way that Ky' vie's were.

“..in any case; as noble as your intentions might be Ms. Mooney and Mr. Growlithe, that is something of which I cannot allow. This quest is Mr. Carpenter’s burden to bare… should he choose to allow you to go with him, then so be it. The more of you lazy lumps I get rid of, the better; in fact, nothing would please me more.”

Seemingly not even bothered by, and completely choosing to ignore the rather obvious and frustrated look that he was getting from Chiron at his choice of words, Dionysus paused for a good long moment, his eyes taking their time to scan over the large crowd of campers that was spread out all over the stands, his brows furrowing in slight confusion as he continued to search for one of the few figures he couldn’t see before him.

“Wait a moment… alright you blighters, where’s my daughter- what have you done with her?”

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

@RiksuRaine welcome to RPG! Thank you for showing an interest. We are always recruiting, however as this is an Advanced roleplay, the GM and opposite co-GM to me and of course myself were wondering if you would be able to provide us with a writing sample, as well as the character(s) idea(s) you might have.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

@December Sure thing!

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Damien Flores

Location: Zoé's home.
^{Interacting With: Zoé Flores, Aaron Brooks, Cody Treadwell and Leo Kwon}

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Zoé had taken off down the hallway, naked, and shifted into her wolf form. Damien stared after her in awe for a few moments. White. He wouldn't have guessed white. And although he knew her to be a wolf, it struck a certain sort of solidity within him seeing it with his own eyes. He couldn't lose her, though. So he snatched her motorcycle keys off of the small table and passed the boys by, giving them both a curt nod. They had heard what Zoé had said - to stay inside and not leave. So, as he shut the door behind him, Damien waved his hand back behind him as he jogged to her motorcycle, putting a sealing spell upon the house. The boys couldn't leave even if they wanted to. Better to ask permission than forgiveness, anyway.

He jumped onto Zoé's bike and gunned it to life before lifting his feet up and onto the bike's footholds and peeled out after her. If he lost her now, he'd just lose time trying to find her again. Time that they might not have had.

The two of them must have looked a sight. Firstly, a large, white wolf running the streets of a small city, and then a large, bald guy on a motorcycle chasing after it.

It got better once they hit a dirt road and the trees began to get thicker around them. There really wasn't any scent that could beat the smell of Oregon pine trees. He had forgotten how much he had missed it until then.

And that's when he lost her to the trees. She was there one moment, and then gone the next.

Shit...

He turned the bike quickly, spraying dirt as the wheels dug into the Earth as the bike changed directions. He'd have to find a way into the forest. So finding the first opening he could, Damien took to the trees, getting a little air off of a rock ledge that dropped him a few feet and into more trees.

Slowing the bike, Damien simply listened for anything that might give his sister's location away. What he heard next made him wish he hadn't asked for such a thing.

A sickening howl pierced his flesh right to the bone. He gunned the bike back to life and sped towards the location he knew it to be coming from.

He didn't even wait for the bike to come to a stop before Damien was jumping off of it, running to Zoé's side. There was a sudden presence of ice and snow, which made absolutely no damn sense, but the Druid continued rushing towards the blood-stained white matted fur belonging to his younger sister.

"ZO!"

Someone else was calling her name just as he did. The Druid turned his head, watching as an Asian man raced towards Zoé as well. His teeth clenched. He didn't need any explanation. He had done this.

Finally reaching them, Damien gripped the male by the shoulder of his shirt and forced him up so that Damien could look him dead in the eyes, a snap underneath his foot indicating that he had broken the wand that had been set to the side with his final step.

With his free arm, he drew it back and let a punch fly through the air, connecting with the man's jaw just as he let him go with his other hand to let him have the full brunt of the impact.

"Don't you dare touch her, you filthy Chink!" Damien roared, his eyes flashing a dull, pale blue for half of a second.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Xerxes Arvanitis

Location: Driving -> East Ridge Animal Hospital.
^{Interacting With: Seraphina Astarte (@Vicier).}

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She wasn't answering him. Why wasn't she answering him? He thought for a moment about trying on his phone, but then suddenly, his mind made a connection. She was struggling against it, but then finally opened up.

The doctor slammed down on his breaks as a floodgate of paranoia and hysteria met with his mind. It knocked the wind out of him, forcing Xerxes to bend over the steering wheel a slight ways, gasping for breath. He was only subconsciously aware of the honking behind him; hell he wasn't even sure if they had hit his rear bumper or not.

Xerxes swallowed hard, trying to make sense of Seraphina's intense emotions. Nothing seemed to make sense - it was all a jumble. But then one thing shone out to him suddenly, like a beacon. She was at her work, just as he had suspected.

Having caught his breath, Xerxes severed the bond between them, knowing that it could very well affect his driving if something else had happened. He just had to make sure and hurry before it did. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, having to clear his mind enough to press back down on the gas pedal and head to the clinic. Whatever he found there, he had to be ready for it.

Please, please be okay.

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Pulling into the vet clinic, Xerxes quickly parked his car and threw the car door open, clawing at the seat belt to free his body. He practically jumped out of the car, slamming the door shut and not bothering to lock it, ran as fast as he could into the animal hospital, the tail ends of his white doctors coat floating behind him as he wrenched the door open and rushed inside.

"Seraphina!" he called out, cupping his hands over his mouth to make his voice carry further. There were only so many room within the hospital, but he didn't want to waste any more time than necessary in searching them all. Answer me..!