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48,102	1,301	4	1,749	150	4 Years Ago Attilan dock A young green girl sat on the edge of a concrete dock, legs dangling over the abyss of blue as she skimmed stones across the vastness of the sea. In a few hours she'd be on a boat to New York, and from there a plane to Los Angeles. She had never been to either of the places, and both seemed about as strange as mars to her echo chamber of a world view. Whenever she was able to visit the human world it was usually always with a set of royal guards or family members, and if not she was sure to be surrounded by representatives of humanity or dark suited bodyguards taking her around to see all of the boring historical sights. She jumped a bit in her seat as she felt the firm grip of her father clutch her shoulder. It was time to go. Present Day Avengers Academy Brianstorm Annabelle sat in her room reading an old tatty book she had picked up for less than a dollar at a local bookstore. An almost equally old record player sat on her disc, spinning away as it did almost every day. Currently she was feeling rather punk, and as a result The Sex Pistols blared throughout her room, and subsequently the room of the poor sod who lived next to her. She'd been at the academy a day early due to a mix up at the airport. You'd have thought that the greatest minds in Attilan could have booked a flight properly but it seems all their talents lay in science and philosophy rather than common sense. Her room was rather different from most students, dark and a bit untidy, her father would have gone crazy if he had seen it. Suffice to say she had shed her princess image in her first year, purposely neglecting to mention it now for the sake of hating the stereotypical image of a princess that most people would go on to associate her with if she told them. She folded the corner of the page and tossed the book onto her desk before rising from her bed and heading into the shower. Half an hour later and she was ready to face the day as it were. She wore an open flannel shirt revealing a T-shirt bearing the logo of 'Theatre of Hate', just to prove to the new students that she was a real hipster. A pair of skinny jeans and converse would do for the lower parts of her clothing and of course as accessories go she was wearing a choker and her hair in it's usual tied-but-long style. She made her way to the cafeteria, dodging returning students and new ones alike. She didn't like many people at the academy, but she especially disliked those who felt the need to be in such a hurry that they would shove a stranger out of the way. In her four years at the academy she had learned to dodge most students on the first day. She entered the cafeteria with tired eyes. She stretched quickly before grabbing a tray and joining the queue that was getting ever longer. As per usual the food was sub par. When it was quiet the lunch staff were actually quite good, but having to serve a school of this size was a nightmare, and you could tell that the staff were overworked even at breakfast. She simply grabbed a bowl of cereal, before sitting down at an empty table, browsing her phone and occasionally eating a bit of cereal. Soon after she dumped her tray and made her way to the hall of heroes, seeing Vix whom she had previously met in a few classes there. She sort of raised her hand in a lazy greeting before standing next to her. "Hey, Vix, ready for another semester?"	Name: Annabelle Boltagon Age: 18 Appearance: Annabelle stands at 5 foot 9 and has a thin physique. Obviously the most noticeable part of her appearance is her green skin and pointed, elf-like ears. She prides herself on her inhuman heritage, and while she could easily disguise herself as a normal human, she instead chooses to bear her features with pride. Her hair is long, wavy and a naturally pale red, almost matching the violet colour of her eyes. Years in the Academy: 4 Ancestors: Ahura Boltagon, Blackagar Boltagon, Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon Powers/Abilities: Annabelle possesses a few powers inherited from her father and grandfather at birth, but gained a few unique powers after going through the terrigenesis. -Hypersonic scream. Anna's scream is nowhere near as powerful as her grandfathers or even her fathers. Her scream is a lot quieter and is only capable of leveling a modest sized block of flats at full potential. -Energy beams. Again, a lot less powerful than her ancestors, the beams are capable of cutting through concrete but are rather thin and unwieldy. -Inhuman physiology. After the terrigenesis, Anna's body was enhanced, giving her increased strength, speed, reflexes and endurance. -Additionally she possesses the ability to store kinetic energy and in turn channel this energy into attacks. Currently she can only transfer the energy into small objects and throw them, causing them to explode or simply disperse it through her hands. Bio: Annabelle was of course born as the daughter to Ahura Boltagon, just before he was elected as CEO of the Ennilux Corporation. Her early life isn't much to speak of. It was relatively sheltered, what with her being descended from royalty and her father being the head of one of the largest Inhuman corporations. She was hardly even allowed to have friends, and any that she did make were vetted and scoped out to the point where they practically didn't want to be her friend in the end. As a result, Annabelle developed a superiority complex, believing that the reason people didn't like her was because she was inferior and the only way to get people to like her was to act like the royalty she was. However, making friends wasn't exactly on her mind while the complex came about, her Terrigenesis was coming up and she was overtly nervous about it. While the genetic deformities had mostly been stomped out through the screening process done before hand, Annabelle was still terrified that she'd come out the other side looking like some sort of monster. Suffice to say, she was right to be nervous. She spent the next month in her room, crying about her green skin, strange eyes and pointed ears. It took another month before her father convinced her to be proud of her deformities and show them off like a prize. She began taking more trips into the human world after that, seeing herself as an ambassador for the Inhumans. Her father let her go on believing it, after all she was only a girl of 13 years, what harm could a little embellishment do? A year later and she received a letter from Tony Stark. Her grandfather urged her to join the avengers academy, having worked with Stark in the Illuminati. She accepted and has attended the school for 4 years now, providing a valued asset and representing the small number of inhumans at the academy. Family/Relationships?: James Victor Rodgers James and Anna don't know each other hugely well, but they've met from time to time. Anna would consider James to be a friend of hers, but dislikes his boy scout attitude to things and doesn't really know enough about him to be good friends. In their first year, James helped Anna fend off some bullies who were mocking her for her skin colour and inhuman status. Mark Westbrook Anna doesn't know Mark all that much, she's been in a few classes with him but other than that she has little idea of who he is. Vix Anna has been in a few classes with Vix, but again she hasn't spoken to her very much and doesn't really know who she is. Will Fleeter Anna has never met Will. Charlotte Rhodes Anna knows Charlotte well enough to call her a friend. They were often study partners around exam time and occasionally spar with each other. Charlotte often teases Anna due to her royal heritage. Alex Kinney Anna knows Alex fairly well. She wouldn't exactly call him a friend, but not exactly an acquaintance either, just somewhere inbetween. Weapons: None as of yet. Personality: Annabelle has a tendency to expect the worst of just about everything. Be it people or situations, she mostly always has a negative outlook on how it will turn out. She has a little bit of a superiority complex, especially when it comes to music. For the most part, the complex plays itself out to hide how inferior she really feels on the inside, but when it actually comes to music she does, in fact, feel superior to most people. Speaking of, she is most definitely an 'indie chick'. She browses vintage shops, listens to old music(primarily the Smiths and the like) and has a penchant for disliking mainstream things. However, it's not all doom and gloom when it comes to Annabelle. While she can come off as rather cold initially, after becoming her friend she is as loyal as loyal can be. She is also plainly honest, never wanting to lie to someone unless it would hurt them. She often hugs people when drunk and won't hesitate to claim someone who is only marginally her friend is her best friend. Other:
48,103	1,301	5	1,727	876	Will Fleeter A decrepit, ugly grey station wagon pulled up several yards away from the entrance to the massive campus. As soon as its young passenger climbed out, the driver slammed the door at took off, leaving the small boy abandoned and staring up in awe at his new school. The boy's big brown eyes took in every inch of the gargantuan buildings and strange, futuristic architectural design. It was rather intimidating, actually. He'd never been here before, and had never imagined it would be this large. Were superhuman abilities so common they needed all this space to house the students? Impossible. He hesitantly picked up his old leather suitcase that was so ancient it looked like an antique, and walked into the campus. The Israeli boy had a strange way of walking. He sort of glided a bit, as if his shoes had no friction. He walked quickly, stiffly and with apprehension. He entered the main building, hoping someone could direct him to the dorms. A security guard showed him up to his room, a tiny little space that he was certain was a repurposed closet. It was comfortable enough, with its blue bed and carpet, old couch and small television. He put down his suitcase, and locked the door to the room, wanting to do some exploring before he got to unpacking. Even though he wasn't hungry (on the contrary, he felt rather sick to his stomach), he made his way down to the cafeteria. That was where most of the other students were, and where he was probably supposed to be. He looked around shyly, seeing that there were no empty tables. He'd have to ask someone if he could sit with them. Og, crud... he thought, losing his nerve and deciding to skip breakfast and leave the cafeteria. It was around then he realized exactly how long the drive up had been, and that he really needed to find a bathroom. All the more reason to leave now.	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,104	1,301	6	1,154	1,925	James stepped out of his dorm room nice and clean, wearing a pair of worn jeans, some training shoes, a gray t-shirt with a dark blue canvas jacket, and on his back was his triangular shield given to him by his grandpa Rogers. For six years James has been trying to do the best he possibly could. He loved his family, and loved that he came from a line of heroes, but that isn't why he was here. He wanted to help people, it was in his blood. He could never turn away from a fight, especially if people needed help somewhere. It proved to be challenging at times though, here at school. People either feared or respected him because of who his grandparents were, and who his mom was... James was quick to anger whenever someone used his family to try and insult him, and that usually ended in the other students going to the Academy's nurse/emergency room. He wasn't perfect, but he like he said, he was trying. James made it to the cafeteria to see it already packed. Scanning the room he had to smile a bit. His grandparents would tell James about how humans and superhumans never fully got along until recently. There were many kids at this school who had no true powers, but they had a lot give. He saw familiar faces, he gave smiles and nods to those who called over at him, and he was about to go grab some breakfast until he heard a lard crash and a "LOOK OUT!" James turned to see what seemed to be a little "project-gone-wrong" flying through the cafeteria. Screams and shrieks filled the room as the rocket-like object soared with incredible speed, right at a very young looking kid. James without hesitation ran and vaulted over a table, taking the shield off his back. James stood in front of the kid, shield drawn and as soon as the rocket came at him, he swatted it away with a metallic "Ting!". "Hey!! Heads up!" James yelled as the rocket flew away from the crowd upwards. He knew someone in this cafeteria had the power to fully stop the thing.	Name: James Victor Rogers Age: 18 Years in the Academy: 6 Ancestors: Steve Rogers(Captain America) , James Howlett(Wolverine) Powers/Abilities: Although he was born with his gifts, James hasn't fully mastered any of these powers. He still has a lot to learn. Peak human strength, agility, and reflexes -Since his mother's dad was Captain America, James also possessed some of the Super Soldier Serum in his blood, giving him the power to be at perfect human performance. Master tactician -While both his parents and grandparents are military veterans, James is a natural at leadership and command. He finds the strengths and weaknesses of every situation and team mates, and uses it to the best of his ability. Accelerated Healing factor -Wolverine's healing factor skipped a generation and went into James. James regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. In addition to accelerated healing of physical traumas, his healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins. The speed at which he recovers is dependent on the wounds he gets. Minor cuts, or stabs heal almost instantly, but bullet wounds, and deep cuts could take minutes up to hours to days to fully heal. It is also important to note that James has never been injured to extreme points, or tried to test his limits. He doesn't plan on seeing how far his healing can go. Heightened instincts, and senses -Wolverine also passed down his sense of instincts, being able to sense something wrong, picking up on scents, and if angered, he will be nearly unstoppable. His rage at this point though can leave him vulnerable in many cases. Bio: I've had a lot to live up to. My parents were in the Peace Corps after Avengers and other super heroes joined forces to finally defeat the major crime organizations and villains. My mom was the daughter of Captain America and Sharon Carter, and my dad was the son of Wolverine and and a rancher he met in the desert in California. My parents had their own abilities, so it was no surprise when mine started to show at a young age. I grew up in a world where mutants and humans were one, they lived peacefully, and we did for years. But like I said, I had a lot to live up to. At the age of 4, there was a giant movement that shocked the world. HYDRA had reformed, it surprised everyone since Johann Schmidt had finally been thought to be dead. My grandfather who was now older than he was, felt responsible and started to fight against them alone. To everyone's shock, it turned out my mother was behind the new movement... Grandpa Rogers eventually stopped her, and ended the movement. She was sent to a maximum security prison, and I was left to be raised by my father, and my grandparents, as well as friends of the family, but no one looked at me or my dad the same. When I was 12, I did what anyone did at the time: enlist in the Avengers Academy, which is like a high school, but add super hero classes into it, and dangerous games of dodgeball. For six years people either treated me as if I was some sort of god, or they were afraid that I'd be like my mom and start attacking everyone... I tried to just do my best, and focus on doing what I can for the world. I am one of the top in my class, and so I was invited to join the Advanced Training Program, to essentially become an Avenger if the world ever needed them again. I don't want to let anyone down. Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know! Annabelle Boltagon -Anna and James are friends, but have only had a few exchanges in their lives. James doesn't really like Anna's "I'm better than everyone" way of thinking, and he let's her know that. One day during her first year of the academy she was getting harassed by a group of kids making fun of her physical appearance. James quickly put an end to that, and have grown respect for each other. Weapons: Grandpa Rogers taught me how to fight with shields, and gave me my own one when I was strong enough to carry it. This Shield has the ability to produce an energy blade at the bottom half, and split into two, making two shields going on both hands (top half is mostly a shield, bottom half has the energy blade). Personality: James is very much like his grandfather Steve. He has a deep sense of responsibility, and does his best to help others. He hates people who think they're better than everyone, and due to his other grandfather, he has a bit of a temper if provoked. He doesn't let anyone talk poorly of his friends, and especially his family, but at the same time he's ashamed of what his mother did. He tries to keep the balance of being respectful and honorable, and giving in to his anger and instincts. Other: Has a habit of saying "Bub" a lot when angered.. "Thanks Grandpa Logan"
48,105	1,301	7	2,321	94	Mark was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, as well as a plain leather jacket as he waited in line for food. He kept the collar in the back a bit higher then normal to hide the plate that was his inactive symbiote. He didn't like to stand out. Gathering a good helping of eggs and bacon, he made his way to his usual quiet table in the corner. There were a few people he recognized and waved to, but Mark still preferred his solitude. He didn't do to well in social situations. It was one of the reasons why few people knew he was in the Next Avengers program to begin with. Hell, not many people had seen his symbiote in action, honestly. Mark was about halfway through his breakfast when he heard the crash. Suddenly looking up from his food, he saw an odd rocket looking device come barraling through the cafeteria. He cringed as it looked about to hit one of the younger students, but breathed a sigh of relief when James Rogers came out of no where and batted it out of nowhere. Mark had certainly heard of James Rogers. After all, who hadn't at the academy? Still, it was another thing to actually see him in action. He shook himself from his surprise, noticing that no one had actually solved the rocket problem. "Dammit. So much for blending in," Mark muttered under his breath. If no one else was stepping in, than he would have to. "Euclid, I need suit, jets, and whips." As he ran forward, the liquid metal from his plate shot around his body like a sort of cocoon, before skin and metal molded together into his suit. Getting to a clear space in the cafeteria, away from the panicking crowds, Mark began to grow two small thrusters from his back, and long, thin metal strands shot out of his wrists. Kicking off the ground, Mark flew above the center of the cafeteria, and threw his whips at the rocket. As they wrapped around, Mark made a movement with his wrists, causing small blades to pop out and latch onto the rocket. Pulling back as hard as he could, he managed to keep the rocket from hitting another group of students near one of the tables. But even though he was holding it in place, this was hardly a permanent solution. "I've got it.....I think," he said loudly over the roar of the rocket. "Some help would be nice though. Please?"	Name: Mark Westbrook Age: 18 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 4 Powers/Abilities: Mark has bonded with a strange sort of cybernetic symbiote. It allows him to manifest a suit of armor over his body, and convert his body parts into different weapons and tools. The trick, however, is that he needs to understand precisely how the augmentation is supposed to look and function, otherwise it contorts his body into rather painful forms. Fortunately, the symbiote seems to have a number of preset forms it has presented to Mark, giving him something to work with while he sorts out working his armor. Current presets include: Converting his arm into a Pulse Canon Ejecting "whip swords" from his wrists Back mounted Jetpack Bio: Born and raised in a small town in Indiana, Mark Westbrook took a serious interest in engineering at an early age. Wanting to use his talents to help people, he attempted to apply to the Avengers Academy at the age of 12. Unfortunately, his parents didn't think he was cut out for it, and didn't let him send his application. Not one to give up so easily, Mark instead started looking into opportunities to learn more advanced engineering from Stark Industries. While walking home from school at the age of 14, taking a roundabout route, he encountered a crashed armored truck. Not realizing the truck belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., Mark ran over to try to help. While attempting to pull out the passengers, he made contact with a strange liquid that began to fuse with his body painfully. He passed out on the road, was found by a passing police officer, and brought home. Over the course of the week, Mark tried t hide the strange metallic appendages altering his body, but of course was found by a Shield recovery team. He learned from them that the metal liquid was some sort of mechanical symbiote they found in a crashed alien ship. When it was determined that the symbiote had permanently bonded to him, and was offered a choice. He could either be placed under constant supervision by Shield, or be enrolled into Avengers Academy. Mark chose the latter. After several.... painful incidents with his symbiote, he managed to learn about the presets in the memories of the symbiote. Finally able to make some progress, he quickly rose into the Advanced Training Program. Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional! Personality: Mark has the distinct disadvantage of being particularly shy. He doesn't tend to try to stand out too much, and is very quiet around people he doesn't know well. He only really interacts with people he knows particularly well, and even then doesn't say much. Of course, that's when he isn't talking about engineering. Mark is incredibly passionate about engineering, and can go on for longer then most would listen about it. However, when Mark manifests his armor, which he has named Euclid, its like he steps into a second personality too. He suddenly becomes more confident, and far less hesitant. He isn't sure if this is part of the symbiote, or if he just feels more comfortable with his powers active. Other: Mark has begun applying his lessons on engineering to symbiote, and works on thinking of new tools and weapons he can manifest.
48,106	1,301	8	1,727	876	Will was just on his way out of the cafeteria when a scream ran through the room, and the next thing he knew someone bolted in front of him protectively and smacked a rocket like object away from the two of them. Will was shocked, not really knowing what had just happened. He stuttered a bit, but said nothing, backing away slowly as if cornered by predatory animals. It was clear that these kids had much, much more powerful and dangerous abilities than his. His little gravity-defying tricks were cool and all, but some kid over there just summoned a suit out of nothing. He was way out of his league, and now he knew it. Will usually hated to show negative emotions like fear, but this time he'd been caught by surprise and his little act was slipping. His tanned skin had gone pale, and he was shivering and clearly hyperventilating a bit. He now stood a few feet away from the boy who'd protected him, trying to regain his composure. As much as he hated to admit it, Will was a bit jumpy and easy to startle. Some kid asked for help controlling the rocket, and the 10 year old knew he'd be unable to assist. His powers worked great for things like self defense, but when it came to attacks and protecting others, they were virtually useless. Besides, he'd only had his powers for about six months. He was still getting the hang of using them. Maybe they'd be more useful when he was older, like these kids were.	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,107	1,301	9	32	217	Nao rushed into the cafeteria, out of breath, glancing at his watch. Fifteen minutes before math class. Geometry they called it. Having been outside the education system for years, he had been taking mostly remedial class for the duration of his stay here. Oh how he loathed these classes. How normal students struggled through years of this, he'd never know. Why would he ever need to know the different angles inside an octogon, he'd never know, He grumbled as he wove between students and tables, mouth watering as he approached food. Lots of people grumbled about the subpar quality of food but after eating gruel, bread, and a few vegetables for years, this was amazing. Then the screaming started. People churned and jostled others around as a small metal projectile zipped around the room. What was it called. Vaguely remember it from Earth Space science last year... He snapped his fingers. A rocket! That thing that carries things past the planet's edge into space. But this one was small and... hurtling towards a child? That's not the proper use of those as far as he is aware. This was going to be messy. He glanced down and started loading a plate with food while everyone was diverted. He'd help take the kid to the infirmary afterwards. "Hey!! Heads up!" An older boy swatted the thing out of the way. He seemed familiar. The shield made something click. James Rogers, grandson of Steve Rogers though better known as Captain America, was a bit of a local celebrity. Nao didn't know much about the grandfather outside of the litany of reading materials on the man in history class. He knew even less than that on his grandson, outside of what some nasty rumors circulated and that apparently he had some anger issues. Although he didn't interact directly with the poor students, he couldn't help overhearing while he did inventory or restocked. Though he was the last person to judge anyone. Then another student turned into an iron man like creature. This was new. He didn't recall this particular piece of technology being covered in class. Must be advanced class stuff. It looked like a demon was taking over a body really. Can't be comfortable. Nao continued to munch on eggs as the now metal covered boy launched himself into the air and snatched at the rocket with thin metal strands. Definitely better but not something that would be perminate as it stayed in flight. "Some help would be nice though. Please?" Oh yep, not an actual solution. Um, could he help? He wasn't particularly good with tech- He stumbled forwards as some punk screaming his head off bolted for the door. His food hit the floor, the plate rattled. His eyes turned completely black. "This nonsense has gone on long enough!" He snarled and held out a hand towards the rocket. A long incantation cause a black and red magic circle to whirl into existance at his fingertips and five thin black shafts hurled at the rocket before piercing it. He held the magic circle for a while, waiting to launch more if it moved. Blood started dripping from his finger tips.	Name: Nao Saito Age: 17 Years in the Academy: 3 Ancestors: Unknown Powers: Nao wields magic, magics of destruction, death, and misfortune. Although he can learn to wield light magics, they drain him more than others and mostly sticks to brewing potions if he needs something for healing. Black magic, especially blood magic, is his specialty. His magics generally need incantations and components but if riled up, magic rises uncontrolled to devistating effects. Where do I even start? Not a great way to start an application, I guess. I've never put in an application so here it goes. I grew up a bit north of Spokane, Washington. My parents... I don't remember them. I grew up, and I use the phrase loosely, in the possession of a coven from a young age. They kidnapped children with magical aptitude and bound them to the coven owned land. A single thought and our rune marks would flare so painfully most fell unconscious immediately. For a while, I was merely an errand boy. I helped prepare sacrifices, gather ingredients, and prepared new arrivals for their brand. It all changed when I lost my temper. An older boy was stealing my rations for months, teasing and taunting me, and I finally snapped. It was just a whisper. That's all. It left my lips without me knowing really. I don't even know the words today. I can't remember them. But I remember what happened. Blood. Out of his eyes. Out of his ears. From under his nails. And it didn't stop. Didn't stop until his eyes rolled back. I don't remember anything after that. Priestess Theadora took an interest in me after that. She accepted, well took, me as a pupil. She slowly taught me how to read and write Latin, the basics of spellcasting, more advanced rituals and brewings. Blood magic, the mystic arts, summoning, I learned it all over five years before the coven fell apart. The last few nights was practically civil war. The other kids and I hid out and when the sun rose on the third day, the witches were dead as far as we could tell. We ransacked what we could and we seperated, our runes inactive as we passed over the boundaries of their land. Unfortunately, mine is plastered on my forehead. Being marked as a dark witch's property makes making allies and getting a job near impossible. I took odd jobs here and there to make a living. I moved from shelter to shelter, hiding from most people. I think I was around 12 at this point. I only managed to grab a few of my mistress' books and a journal that had the phrase Liber Infinitum etched onto it. I practiced as best as I could without alerting anyone though I nearly got caught a few times. It wasn't a good life. I heard about the Academy on the news. It's the perfect place, somewhere I can practice magic without fear of discovery. A place where I can hone my skills. Some of the things I did... I killed people. I need to atone for that. I need to help stop it. But I can't do it as I am now. Please give me a chance. - taken from the biography section of his academy application Weapons: He doesn't have a weapon but carries around the journal Liber Infinitum, a relic from the lost Library of Alexandra. It seems to fill out an incantation he learns automatically and is only legible to himself. Nao is unaware that it has its own consciousness and knows every spell ever cast. I can overtake Nao's body temporarily when threatened though doing so knocks the boy out for days. Personality: After years of servitude, Nao struggles with expressing himself and tends to give in easily to others demands. His polite demenor rarely slips amd tends to fall back into submissive patterns when uneasy. The best way to tell his emotional state is how his magic reacts unconsciously. He focuses on his studies, sometimes forgetting to eat and sleep. His temper flares when stressed or threatened and resorts to screaming at the problem until it goes away or, in some cases, dies.
48,108	1,301	10	1,880	1,108	Six months into the Next Avengers program and already, Ben Poole had high expectations to succeed. It helped that his mentor had the mantle of Spiderman, at least on a technicality. Ben was web slinging across campus, something that could definitely annoy both the janitors and even Miles considering the web-fluid can dirty the cleaned windows and how just slinging from place to place in a small academy was a waste of fluid. Still, Ben wanted to get adjusted to his attained powers. Who knows when he'll one day come across his mother's killer. The fact that he wore an outfit with a similar, yet inverted, color scheme and design unnerved him. But he's not complaining. He can't exactly fix the suit considering all the fancy gadgets it had. BBBBZZZZZ Such as a built in Spider Sense. In reality, it was just a 360 degree camera built into the mask that, when tied to its very limited AI, sent tiny signals to a device that would vibrate softly into the scalp. It got a bit bothersome at first, but Ben adjusted to it as well. Seemed a rocket was sent out in the cafeteria. "Mmmh, this could be fun." Ben said as he slung over to the cafeteria and watched the chaos unfold, hanging upside down from a single web thread attached to the ceiling of the cafetiere. Seemed some students have already went to work on containing the threat, but Ben readied his web shooters just in case.	Name: Ben Poole Age: 18 Appearance: Civvie and Spiderman Beyond Years in the Academy: Six months Ancestors: Gwenpool (Mother) Powers/Abilities: He lacks any super powers, due to his mom not having powers of her own. However, when he inherited the title of Spiderman from Miles, he also inherited his web shooters, plus modifications to the suit to allow for web crawling (via super adhesive gloves) and a built in vibrator inside the mask that activates when danger is near to simulate Spider Sense. The suit can also allow him to camouflage. Bio: When Ben Poole was born, his mother had high hopes for him to be a super hero. So much hopes in fact, that she hired a professional, Wade Wilson, to set up a situation where Gwen is seemingly killed so that it could overwhelm Ben with so much duress that he’d become a superhero. It worked… but it traumatized Ben so much that he ran away from the alleyway that his mom “died” in and never looked back. However, he bumped into Miles Morales as Ultimate Spiderman, who was in the middle of apprehending a criminal. At the time, Miles had been considering retiring, since, even though he started his career as a teen, still felt the age that most other heroes went through. After hearing of what happened to his mother, Miles, being convinced that he needs to pass the torch, decided to teach Ben Poole how to be a hero. When it came time to pass the torch, Miles and Ben modified the suit to benefit Ben’s lack of any spider powers. It took about a week of crime fighting before he got the eye of Tony Stark. After failing to stop a robber, Ben was approached by Tony Stark to master his craft of super heroing. And thus, Spiderman Beyond was born. Family/Relationships?: Miles Morales is a father figure to Ben and his mentor. Miles’ relation to Ben’s mother was… strained... Miles, however, taught Ben in the ways of being a hero in the hopes that he doesn’t get as crazy as his mom. Weapons: The only weapon Ben has is that his gloves also have venomous stingers attached to them to simulate poisonous bites. Personality: Ben is timid and shy, only being assertive when he’s in the Spiderman Beyond outfit. That said, he does have a lust for revenge that he kept hidden from Miles. This lust for revenge sometimes causes him to be more than assertive and act headstrong. Other: Has no idea his mom is still alive.
48,109	1,301	11	1,894	5,787	Like any other day, Charlotte's day began before the day actually began. It was five fifteen when her alarm had woken her up with her pre-loaded playlist of songs to wake her up and get her pumping in the mornings. She needed to get her morning workout, get ready for the day, and, of course, go to school. As with every morning, it began with Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name". There was no rise or fall in the playlist. It was all rise, all the time. No slowing this train down for anything! She woke up with a rise, ready for the day. Those in the dorms next to her probably have wanted her long dead by now for always waking up so early, but this may be the last year that they might have to put up with her. It was her fourth and final year at the Avengers Academy, and possibly the final year with the Next Avengers Program. She couldn't really tell if this would segway her into a job as an actual avenger, or if she needed to do more afterwards. Either way, she earned her spot fair and square like the others, and nobody was going to take that truth away from her. The sun was just at the horizon by the time she was done with her morning rituals. She had dressed herself in a plain white t-shirt and her imfamous open bomber jacket, as well as a pair a plain blue jeans with a strangely excessive belt buckle to go with it. The jacket wouldn't exactly fit well in the suit, but it always had a way of coming back to her when she needed it. Like or unlike many students- Charlotte did not know because she didn't particularly focus on them- Charlotte had spent a week living in her dorm before classes started. It was to help herself get reacquainted with school life, and life away from living with her parents over the summer. In any case, she was here now, and that's what mattered. As for her suit, on the other hand, it was stored elsewhere. It was much too heavy to simply stand around in her dorm room, and too dangerous to have in living quarters. Instead, it was elsewhere, nearby and ready for her to call for it. She took three steps out of her door before pausing. She had almost forgotten the final part of her morning routine, the part to help boost her for the day. She stood still, legs shoulder width apart, hands proud on her hips, and her body taking in as much air as it could hold. Holding a power pose helped her out quite a bit, but it wouldn't be her own if it didn't have her own spin on it. Her hands glided over the top of her pants, hitting the belt buckle as the crossed paths. Her mouth moved to say something, but it was only quiet and breathy when it left. It was still too early for other people, so she did have to keep it down. Arriving on the campus grounds, she looked around happily and confidently. Nothing was wrong just yet, but it didn't help to get a head start on food. Some say that she ate a little too much, but Charlotte believed that it was nonsense. Anyone who worked out as often as she did would understand that she needed all that food to look as healthy as she did. When she arrived at the scene of the cafeteria, something was already in motion. Well, many things were already in motion. Her suit would take too long to get here for her to help out up in front, but that didn't stop her body trying anyways. "COR, what's the ETA for just arms?" She tapped a button on that big belt buckle that she had and waited for a response. "Thirteen seconds. Fifteen if you don't want a mess." The voice coming from the buckle sounded just like her grandfather back in the old days, or so she was told by the man himself. "I'm gonna need them." She stated, and the buckle said no more. Everyone was doing their best to handle the situation, and she was going to help too. She began counting with short puffs of air, running up at the stalled missile and jumping as hish as she could. On the least destructive course, the arms of her peacewalker suit, from her fingertips to her shoulders, swooped into the cafeteria and wrapped themselves around her arms. She made it a point to grab onto the rocket, no matter how crazy it seemed. "Steer it out!" She called out. "It blowing up out there is much less dangerous than it blowing up in here! At least the air is mostly clear out there!"	Name: Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes Age: 18 Years in the Academy: fourth Ancestors: James Rhodes, Grandfather (War Machine) Powers/Abilities: While Charlotte lacks anything that would qualify as a power, she is rather well versed in mechanical engineering, and has a knack for aviation. The Peace Walker suit is equipped with the Stark Standard hand repulors, unibeam projector, propulsion system, and handy knick-knacks, as well as an additional jump jet system for added mobility both in chase and in combat, heavier, modular armor, and a collapsible laser rifle that can be stored on the suit when not in use. The suit computer system, COR, is always ready to help Charlotte when she needs it. Bio: Doesn't have to be long. How'd you get your powers? Anything important happen in your character's life? Family/Relationships?: Lilly Rhodes, Ne McCoy, her mother and daughter in law to James, was also a rather high ranking member of the Marine Corps, and met her husband in boot camp. She supports her daughter whenever possible, but isn't afraid Charlotte when she's worried for their safety. Terrence Rhodes Jr. James' son who continued in the line of joining the Military. When Stark started the Avengers Academy, he knew that his daughter would have chosen that over just flying planes, and talked to his father and "Uncle Tony" to start working on a suit that might fit Charlotte one day. James Rhodes can be considered that cool grandfather who spoils his granddaughter whenever they meet. He'll always go above and beyond for his family, and has taken every precautionary measure to make sure she grows up right and safe. Annabelle Boltagon - A friend of four years, Charlotte has known Anna since she arrived at the academy. The two are study partners as well, and can get away with teasing or joking about one another without any real worry. Weapons: Chargeable Energy Rifle - a part of the Peace Walker suit, is powered by the Arc Reactor on the suit, and requires charge in order to be of any use. Personality: A stand-up girl in a military family, Charlotte has an interesting set of opinions that could really only be formed by traveling the world like she did. She normally has something to say about something, even if she won't say it out loud. Not everyone is a marine, and not everyone can handle her thoughts or rather crude humor. Though, don't let that fool you. Behind those words is what one would call an absolute nerd. With a library inside her head, she knows a lot about a lot of things, most of that information not as useful as one might think. Who needs to know the exact date of when Space Jame premiered in theaters? Who knows? But she knows it. Other: Charlotte is a big fan of old-school anime, and shares Tony's love for classic rock.
48,110	1,301	12	2,362	1,688	Vix turned her head towards the female voice she recognized. "Hey, Vix, ready for another semester?" Annabelle Boltagon her memory informed her, as well as pulling the information of the several classes they shared last year. Her own relationship with the inhuman was mostly neutral. Vix maintained her smile, if there were to share the classes in Next avengers program it would do to increase their closeness. "All preparation needed have been completed. How about you? Excited about the new year?" Vix asked her, her hands crossing over her chest as she leaned against the wall. She was dressed in a strap black tank top and fitting black pants. She wore those clothing articles most of the time, even during winter, but in the rainy and snowy days she would put on a jacket if only she would not pull too much attention on her. SHe could say she preferred them as they were practical. Plus she favorite the look it gave to her. In the background of Vix mind a algoritam binged. Something of interest was happening in the cafeteria. If the several tweets and the footage a brave or stupid soul was streaming while hiding behind a table. She knew she would be with Roger in class this year, and seeing Annabelle being her classmate as well Vix decided it was a perfect bonding opportunity. "Hey Annabelle." Vix eyes became whiter as she turned her head towards a wall. "James Roger is being a hero, wanna see?" The projection started, the angle wasnt the best but they could see the famous student with his shield out. And two other student holding in place something that looked like a rocket. Beside the footage a several tweets scrolled down commenting with various hashtags. #JRSavesday #NormalSchoolDay #RocketBreakfast Vix was trying to put names to all the faces, but she lacked files and didnt felt like hacking to obtain the information. Instead she saw a girl jump a armor assembling around her as she rode the rocket. "I think that girl, is confusing the situations with bull riding. What do you think? The magic user looks cute." Vix commented idly, wondering if Roger would solve the situation or if more people would jump into the mess with no coordination or plan whatsoever.	Name: Vix Age: 17 Appearance: Vix has natural green hair that she dye black, on her forehead is the solar gem, her bangs are always brushed so it would hide it from direct view. She likes wearing makeup as it helps hiding the small lines that go all over her skin wherever her parts meetup. Years in the Academy: 2 Ancestors: Mother: Viv Grandfather: Vision Grandmother: Virginia (deceased) Powers/Abilities: Similarly to her mother, Vix possesses a number of superhuman powers ultimately derived from her artificial substance and metabolism Computer Brain: Vix's brain is a multiprocessor computer, which enables her to wirelessly or directly interact with other computer systems to utilize or extract data from them. This way she can be constantly connected to the Internet, and even act as a Wi-Fi hotspot. As such her eyes have a multi function. They can record normal or thermal video. Or be used as projectors to display data. Density Manipulation: Just like her mother, and grandparents Vix can manipulate her density. Yet when she was build it wasnt used the same blueprint as her mother, instead Viv was trying to make her daughter better, more improved. So instead of the practice tested way, Vix was created with a altered and a more experimental method. She is supposed to be able to: fly, partially or fully become intangible, superhuman strength and become near invisible. All elements for this exist in her body. Yet they arent functional at their full capacity. Instead their efficiency is directly related to Vix psychological and emotional state. Solar Radiation Absorption: The solar jewel on Viv's forehead absorbs ambient solar energy that her body is able to convert directly into usable forms by a process not unlike photosynthesis in plants. The abilty to cast beams from it has been locked until she is either in danger of annihilation or adapts/learns to control her density manipulation fully. Bio: Vix was created by her mother, using her own patterns and that of her human husband. The process of creation had to be adapted and changed to include the characteristics of her human parent. To do this Viv her mother worked hard for a few years. In the end it worked to an extent. She did looked human, her skin normal at first glance. Only if one paid attention, and if she didnt applied make up, you could notice the lines of where the different components meet up. Thougth her hair stubbornly was green in not dyed regularly. She was build as a 17 year old and her first year in existence was fascinating. Her father adored her and her mother and was clear to show it. Her mother a great support in learning the basics of the world. She assumed Vix preferring to use doors the way they were intended to and walk was due her father brain patterns. No one came to the idea to ask Vix to try her powers out. Leaving her freedom to get to know herself at a pace comfortable for her. It was at the beginning of her second year of existence when it happened at a party her family attended. That time was the first real situation she had to use her abilities to help save lives. She was ecstatic to assist her mother and grandfather. Being a hero herself. Her powers failed. In front of her eyes civilians died. People she should have saved. She should have been capable of saving, because she was build like that. It was in well in the range of her parameters. She had to be broken. Next months were spend trying to figure out how to repair her. At her third year it was concluded she wasnt broken and was completely functional. She became more reluctant than ever. Pulling away into the her own mind. She wasnt bored considering that her mind was directly connected to the internet. She wrote and chatted away, focusing on her father and his family. They made mistakes, they were imperfect, they understood. At the end of that year uncle Tony offered a theory. Maybe she was more human than her mother and had to go through the process of learning to use her powers to master them, just like humans would have to. Her fourth year existing, no alive she would correct herself, she was sended to the academy. She decided to try to behave as it would be appropriate to her appearance age. Though she still had a lot of trouble acclimating. Relationships: Annabelle Boltagon: A classmate, shared several subject with her. Neutral.(+1.2) James Victor Rodgers: Has meet several times, hold light conversation. Has not spend much time with. Will be classmate from this year on. Neutral.(+1) Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes / Peace Walker Has heard about her from uncle Tony. Most of what have I been told were positive things. Especially approved was her music choices. Has not the chance to meet her personally. Neutral. (+0.5) Richard "Richie" Parker / Agent Spider 'The sticky incident' during the first weeks of academy. No need for clarifying. Had several active and enjoyable conversations. Friendly (+4.9) Alex Kinney Paired up during combat class. Playing the same game. During winter night Alex shows a good height spot to hang out on. Friendly (+5.1) Weapons: None Personality: Her personality is a mix from her parents. She has the calculated and poker face from her mother side. WHile from her father she was given the preferences to teases, and enter banter. Occasionally prank would be advised to ensures her content status. After the incident she became more silent and annoyed with the world. Even showcasing rebellious behaviour, she cut and dyed her hair black, using the bangs to hide the solar gem in her forehead. As well as starting to smoke. It doesnt affect her at all, and she simple enjoys the pictures and looks it gives her and motions involved in lighting a cig and smoking it. Her father is aware of this, even if he disapproves it, he blames himself more than her as he himself was a smoker until he gave it up for her mother. Other: She has an active internet life, in form of a few personas. She has a profile on freakingcool.com (the fanfiction.com of marvel) And actively post stories and one shots on it. She as well was banned from a few MMO as they wrongly believed she used a computer to cheat...well technically her brain being a supercomputer is kinda cheating, but no way she is admitting that. She has at least three personas she uses to chat with people. The Black.Sys account she uses only to chat with people she trust.
48,111	1,301	13	1,154	1,925	James watched the rocket fly upwards in the air, and then back down towards a group of people. He was about to run after it until a student in a suit caught it with some wires, holding on to the rocket as it tried its best to shake free. He knew who the kid was. Mark had been in the Advanced Training Program with him last year, and although he was a quiet, he was passionate on his projects and helping people. Then a new anchor appeared almost out of nowhere, with a large voice of annoyance. James shifted his gaze towards Nao. Nao was a mystery to James still. He knew that Mr. Stark wouldn't bring anyone with ill intentions to the academy, but the style of magic Nao used made James uneasy, and hard to fully trust. James looked back at the young boy who he had protected earlier. "You alright?" James asked him sincerely, noticing his shaking and paleness. He had never seen this person before, but something told him that although he was young, he had a lot to show everyone. "Everything's alright. We got this under control--" A blur ran by the two, and it only took a second to realize that Charlotte Rhodes ran through the crowd and attached herself to the rocket. James frowned when she said that it was going to blow. He wasn't much of a mechanical guy, but he would take her word for it. "Charlotte! Find its circuit board or whatever controls it, and aim it towards the door! Mark, Nao, when I say, let go, and she'll do her best to control it outside! Once outside, rip the circuits out, and let go! Anyone willing and able, once the thing explodes make sure no debris hits anyone!" James rushed through the crowd that was now either evacuating or trying to help. He once again raised his shield, but at the end of it a dark red energy force came to life. Not only was the shield made of a vibranium-steel alloy, this one had the ability to slice through almost anything like butter... And it split in two He didn't know what was in this rocket, if it really could explode, or if it was just something a kid made for a prank, but he wasn't going to find any of that stuff out the hard way. He split his shield in two, swinging the blade towards the door frame that held the two doors together, and then with one big kick, sent the piece of metal flying. Putting the two pieces back together, James stood in a defensive position just outside the now large opening. "Alright... Go!" as soon as the two let go the rocket and Charlotte came hurdling towards the door. Aiming his shield yet again, the rocket made contact with his shield with a Ting! and shooting it more upwards. He prayed that Charlotte had time to do what she had to, and soon enough she let go of the rocket. James didn't know if the parts that were coming towards Charlotte would allow flight just yet, but he had his hopes, but she was too close to the thing to get out of there safely! "Catch!" James yelled to her, throwing his shield as a disk towards her. The explosions wasn't the biggest thing, but it was impressive as hundreds of metal scraps erupted everywhere. The rocket was small enough to only produce debris as large as tennis balls, but they would still injure and hurt a lot. A piece of metal made contact with Jame's cheek, and he gasped in pain and shock as he turned and crouched with his back away from the explosion. Once he thought it was safe he stood and looked around. He could feel the large amounts of cuts and scrapes that made contact with his back, and cheek, but he knew that they were already healing... A crowd was already here to start with cleanup, and the Academy security burst into action, scanning the area for any serious injuries. Hopefully there wouldn't be. What a way to start the semester.	Name: James Victor Rogers Age: 18 Years in the Academy: 6 Ancestors: Steve Rogers(Captain America) , James Howlett(Wolverine) Powers/Abilities: Although he was born with his gifts, James hasn't fully mastered any of these powers. He still has a lot to learn. Peak human strength, agility, and reflexes -Since his mother's dad was Captain America, James also possessed some of the Super Soldier Serum in his blood, giving him the power to be at perfect human performance. Master tactician -While both his parents and grandparents are military veterans, James is a natural at leadership and command. He finds the strengths and weaknesses of every situation and team mates, and uses it to the best of his ability. Accelerated Healing factor -Wolverine's healing factor skipped a generation and went into James. James regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. In addition to accelerated healing of physical traumas, his healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins. The speed at which he recovers is dependent on the wounds he gets. Minor cuts, or stabs heal almost instantly, but bullet wounds, and deep cuts could take minutes up to hours to days to fully heal. It is also important to note that James has never been injured to extreme points, or tried to test his limits. He doesn't plan on seeing how far his healing can go. Heightened instincts, and senses -Wolverine also passed down his sense of instincts, being able to sense something wrong, picking up on scents, and if angered, he will be nearly unstoppable. His rage at this point though can leave him vulnerable in many cases. Bio: I've had a lot to live up to. My parents were in the Peace Corps after Avengers and other super heroes joined forces to finally defeat the major crime organizations and villains. My mom was the daughter of Captain America and Sharon Carter, and my dad was the son of Wolverine and and a rancher he met in the desert in California. My parents had their own abilities, so it was no surprise when mine started to show at a young age. I grew up in a world where mutants and humans were one, they lived peacefully, and we did for years. But like I said, I had a lot to live up to. At the age of 4, there was a giant movement that shocked the world. HYDRA had reformed, it surprised everyone since Johann Schmidt had finally been thought to be dead. My grandfather who was now older than he was, felt responsible and started to fight against them alone. To everyone's shock, it turned out my mother was behind the new movement... Grandpa Rogers eventually stopped her, and ended the movement. She was sent to a maximum security prison, and I was left to be raised by my father, and my grandparents, as well as friends of the family, but no one looked at me or my dad the same. When I was 12, I did what anyone did at the time: enlist in the Avengers Academy, which is like a high school, but add super hero classes into it, and dangerous games of dodgeball. For six years people either treated me as if I was some sort of god, or they were afraid that I'd be like my mom and start attacking everyone... I tried to just do my best, and focus on doing what I can for the world. I am one of the top in my class, and so I was invited to join the Advanced Training Program, to essentially become an Avenger if the world ever needed them again. I don't want to let anyone down. Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know! Annabelle Boltagon -Anna and James are friends, but have only had a few exchanges in their lives. James doesn't really like Anna's "I'm better than everyone" way of thinking, and he let's her know that. One day during her first year of the academy she was getting harassed by a group of kids making fun of her physical appearance. James quickly put an end to that, and have grown respect for each other. Weapons: Grandpa Rogers taught me how to fight with shields, and gave me my own one when I was strong enough to carry it. This Shield has the ability to produce an energy blade at the bottom half, and split into two, making two shields going on both hands (top half is mostly a shield, bottom half has the energy blade). Personality: James is very much like his grandfather Steve. He has a deep sense of responsibility, and does his best to help others. He hates people who think they're better than everyone, and due to his other grandfather, he has a bit of a temper if provoked. He doesn't let anyone talk poorly of his friends, and especially his family, but at the same time he's ashamed of what his mother did. He tries to keep the balance of being respectful and honorable, and giving in to his anger and instincts. Other: Has a habit of saying "Bub" a lot when angered.. "Thanks Grandpa Logan"
48,112	1,301	14	1,727	876	Will nodded, still not really sure what was going on. It all happened so fast, and he hadn't really processed it. It was clear that he had a long way to go to being one of the Next Avengers. Actually, he had no idea why they put a kid like him in the program. Sure, he had superhuman powers, but he couldn't be a hero... or at least he thought he couldn't. "Uh... I'm okay, thanks." He said, hiding his uncertainty behind a convincing forced smile. He took a step back, his hands in the pockets of his gray jacket. He bit into the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself from asking the questions he wanted to ask, like what the hell just happened? He squirmed slightly in discomfort, realizing he still had to find a bathroom quick. Problem was, he didn't know his way around the campus at all. And there was no way in hell he was going to ask for help. "Well, thanks for saving me." He said, turning on his heel and starting to wlak out of the cafeteria.	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,113	1,301	15	1,894	5,787	Charlotte may have exaggerated about the rocket being explosive, but there was no way to tell without opening it up. She didn't exactly have the time to piece it apart and see what kind of hardware it was packing, but she was going to assume the worst of it and refused to take chances on the people here. "COR, get the rest of the suit!" She commanded rather loudly. The repulsors on her hands were already primed and ready, the elbow thrusters and shoulder thrusters were keeping her steady. However, the rocket had launched forward, with the star spangled spartan taking charge and initiative. She knew the plan, and she hoped to god that the rest of her suit would be arriving before her body met the pavement in a pretty serious way. It took all of her strength to hold onto the rocket to guide it, but somehow they were able to pull it off. Still, her suit wasn't here, but Charlotte was keeping count and taking breaths. Both she and the rocket were taken outside, almost hitting so many walls as they went around, but Charlotte was being super extra careful to not make it explode. Once outside, she aimed the thruster down to the ground, shooting both herself and the rocket up. She could hear the rest of her armor flying in, and once she was sure it was going straight up, she let go of the rocket and let herself fall to the ground. Her armor swallowed her whole, right in the middle of the air. Before she had much time to register much else, there James was again, calling out to her. "Catch!" Part of his shield had flown up into her arms. She caught it with a bit of force, and swung it around to protect herself from the falling debris of the rocket, not that her armor wasn't protecting her anyway. One arm held onto the shield, the other, repulsor ready, had moved up and started to fire at as much debris as she could. The suit itself locked onto as many falling pieces as it could, and helped Charlotte fire away, hopefully keeping people from getting hit. She hovered down soon after, hitting the ground as softly as a suit of armor could. She had to admit, though. Her rifle in one hand, a shield in another, it wasn't a bad tactic that she could suggest to James later on. If he could split his shield like that more often, they could all get to working off of one another and keeping sharp. "I think this is yours?" Though it wasn't seen, Charlotte smiled at James, tossing his shield back to him. She wondered who had started the rocket in the first place. The academy was no stranger to strangeness, but this was a little much to secure everyone's first day jitters.	Name: Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes Age: 18 Years in the Academy: fourth Ancestors: James Rhodes, Grandfather (War Machine) Powers/Abilities: While Charlotte lacks anything that would qualify as a power, she is rather well versed in mechanical engineering, and has a knack for aviation. The Peace Walker suit is equipped with the Stark Standard hand repulors, unibeam projector, propulsion system, and handy knick-knacks, as well as an additional jump jet system for added mobility both in chase and in combat, heavier, modular armor, and a collapsible laser rifle that can be stored on the suit when not in use. The suit computer system, COR, is always ready to help Charlotte when she needs it. Bio: Doesn't have to be long. How'd you get your powers? Anything important happen in your character's life? Family/Relationships?: Lilly Rhodes, Ne McCoy, her mother and daughter in law to James, was also a rather high ranking member of the Marine Corps, and met her husband in boot camp. She supports her daughter whenever possible, but isn't afraid Charlotte when she's worried for their safety. Terrence Rhodes Jr. James' son who continued in the line of joining the Military. When Stark started the Avengers Academy, he knew that his daughter would have chosen that over just flying planes, and talked to his father and "Uncle Tony" to start working on a suit that might fit Charlotte one day. James Rhodes can be considered that cool grandfather who spoils his granddaughter whenever they meet. He'll always go above and beyond for his family, and has taken every precautionary measure to make sure she grows up right and safe. Annabelle Boltagon - A friend of four years, Charlotte has known Anna since she arrived at the academy. The two are study partners as well, and can get away with teasing or joking about one another without any real worry. Weapons: Chargeable Energy Rifle - a part of the Peace Walker suit, is powered by the Arc Reactor on the suit, and requires charge in order to be of any use. Personality: A stand-up girl in a military family, Charlotte has an interesting set of opinions that could really only be formed by traveling the world like she did. She normally has something to say about something, even if she won't say it out loud. Not everyone is a marine, and not everyone can handle her thoughts or rather crude humor. Though, don't let that fool you. Behind those words is what one would call an absolute nerd. With a library inside her head, she knows a lot about a lot of things, most of that information not as useful as one might think. Who needs to know the exact date of when Space Jame premiered in theaters? Who knows? But she knows it. Other: Charlotte is a big fan of old-school anime, and shares Tony's love for classic rock.
48,114	1,301	16	1,749	150	Annabelle scratched her forearm, looking up at the marvelous architecture of the hall of heroes as Vix responded. Even if you didn't like the decor, you'd have to admit it was soundly built. It had to be what with the academy being such a hotspot for villain attacks. Annabelle always wondered how the academy would fare against an infiltration, after all with the dozens of applicants each year how would the academy be able to spot every villain masquerading as a hero just to get in to the academy? "Excited is an overstatement. I can't wait to get in on the real action, stuff gets boring around here quick." To the new student or outsider the academy would seem to be a dream school, with excitement every day and some of the best teachers on the face of the earth. But after 4 years of seeing events like the current rocket one she began to get bored with them. What she wanted most of all was to make a name for herself as a hero, and actually start helping people. Before she could get lost in her thoughts Vix began projecting the situation at the cafeteria in front of them. "Hm? Oh, Roger is such a boyscout" She sighed "As unhero-like as it is I prefer bad boys. Or girls for that matter." She said, staring into the hologram as if it was as normal as going to the cinema. "I dunno, this all seems kind of high octane for the first day. I just want to get classes over and done with for the day, settle in a little bit you know?"	Name: Annabelle Boltagon Age: 18 Appearance: Annabelle stands at 5 foot 9 and has a thin physique. Obviously the most noticeable part of her appearance is her green skin and pointed, elf-like ears. She prides herself on her inhuman heritage, and while she could easily disguise herself as a normal human, she instead chooses to bear her features with pride. Her hair is long, wavy and a naturally pale red, almost matching the violet colour of her eyes. Years in the Academy: 4 Ancestors: Ahura Boltagon, Blackagar Boltagon, Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon Powers/Abilities: Annabelle possesses a few powers inherited from her father and grandfather at birth, but gained a few unique powers after going through the terrigenesis. -Hypersonic scream. Anna's scream is nowhere near as powerful as her grandfathers or even her fathers. Her scream is a lot quieter and is only capable of leveling a modest sized block of flats at full potential. -Energy beams. Again, a lot less powerful than her ancestors, the beams are capable of cutting through concrete but are rather thin and unwieldy. -Inhuman physiology. After the terrigenesis, Anna's body was enhanced, giving her increased strength, speed, reflexes and endurance. -Additionally she possesses the ability to store kinetic energy and in turn channel this energy into attacks. Currently she can only transfer the energy into small objects and throw them, causing them to explode or simply disperse it through her hands. Bio: Annabelle was of course born as the daughter to Ahura Boltagon, just before he was elected as CEO of the Ennilux Corporation. Her early life isn't much to speak of. It was relatively sheltered, what with her being descended from royalty and her father being the head of one of the largest Inhuman corporations. She was hardly even allowed to have friends, and any that she did make were vetted and scoped out to the point where they practically didn't want to be her friend in the end. As a result, Annabelle developed a superiority complex, believing that the reason people didn't like her was because she was inferior and the only way to get people to like her was to act like the royalty she was. However, making friends wasn't exactly on her mind while the complex came about, her Terrigenesis was coming up and she was overtly nervous about it. While the genetic deformities had mostly been stomped out through the screening process done before hand, Annabelle was still terrified that she'd come out the other side looking like some sort of monster. Suffice to say, she was right to be nervous. She spent the next month in her room, crying about her green skin, strange eyes and pointed ears. It took another month before her father convinced her to be proud of her deformities and show them off like a prize. She began taking more trips into the human world after that, seeing herself as an ambassador for the Inhumans. Her father let her go on believing it, after all she was only a girl of 13 years, what harm could a little embellishment do? A year later and she received a letter from Tony Stark. Her grandfather urged her to join the avengers academy, having worked with Stark in the Illuminati. She accepted and has attended the school for 4 years now, providing a valued asset and representing the small number of inhumans at the academy. Family/Relationships?: James Victor Rodgers James and Anna don't know each other hugely well, but they've met from time to time. Anna would consider James to be a friend of hers, but dislikes his boy scout attitude to things and doesn't really know enough about him to be good friends. In their first year, James helped Anna fend off some bullies who were mocking her for her skin colour and inhuman status. Mark Westbrook Anna doesn't know Mark all that much, she's been in a few classes with him but other than that she has little idea of who he is. Vix Anna has been in a few classes with Vix, but again she hasn't spoken to her very much and doesn't really know who she is. Will Fleeter Anna has never met Will. Charlotte Rhodes Anna knows Charlotte well enough to call her a friend. They were often study partners around exam time and occasionally spar with each other. Charlotte often teases Anna due to her royal heritage. Alex Kinney Anna knows Alex fairly well. She wouldn't exactly call him a friend, but not exactly an acquaintance either, just somewhere inbetween. Weapons: None as of yet. Personality: Annabelle has a tendency to expect the worst of just about everything. Be it people or situations, she mostly always has a negative outlook on how it will turn out. She has a little bit of a superiority complex, especially when it comes to music. For the most part, the complex plays itself out to hide how inferior she really feels on the inside, but when it actually comes to music she does, in fact, feel superior to most people. Speaking of, she is most definitely an 'indie chick'. She browses vintage shops, listens to old music(primarily the Smiths and the like) and has a penchant for disliking mainstream things. However, it's not all doom and gloom when it comes to Annabelle. While she can come off as rather cold initially, after becoming her friend she is as loyal as loyal can be. She is also plainly honest, never wanting to lie to someone unless it would hurt them. She often hugs people when drunk and won't hesitate to claim someone who is only marginally her friend is her best friend. Other:
48,115	1,301	17	2,362	1,688	Vix was watching as the boy scout, how Annabelle nicknamed him, was giving out orders on how to handle the situation. She studied how the other people followed his lead. The rocket soon flying out the room and with that out the picture of who ever was streaming it. She listened to the inhuman words, adding a few new observation to the file about her. She wanted action, to be a hero. Vix wasnt sure if she wanted action. She came here to fix herself. Once fixed she could be a hero... Does she want that? Even if she was build for it, she was build to be a daughter as well... if she was not efficient enough if she couldnt get fixed. Couldnt learn to control her powers...Than what? Not be a hero? She didnt share any of her thinking process. Instead she pushed it far away behind the more logical parts of herself. "I get what you mean." Vix commented about the settle in part. In truth that was one of the phrases that she didnt understood. It was simpler to confirm then question it. It was simple strange, and it reminded her of bird behaviour of making nest. A fresh clip played from how the rocket exploded outside. It didnt look like anyone got anything more serious. She blinked and the projection stopped, her eyes returning to their normal brown color. It was hard to pick the next sentence for Vix. "Having a preference is a good assistance to find the one. For the record, bad guys/girl and rule breakers in general are known to have a specific appeal. I myself have not decided what are mine preferences yet." Vix stretched her arms, shifting her position slightly. "But for today I am more interested in who will be our teachers."	Name: Vix Age: 17 Appearance: Vix has natural green hair that she dye black, on her forehead is the solar gem, her bangs are always brushed so it would hide it from direct view. She likes wearing makeup as it helps hiding the small lines that go all over her skin wherever her parts meetup. Years in the Academy: 2 Ancestors: Mother: Viv Grandfather: Vision Grandmother: Virginia (deceased) Powers/Abilities: Similarly to her mother, Vix possesses a number of superhuman powers ultimately derived from her artificial substance and metabolism Computer Brain: Vix's brain is a multiprocessor computer, which enables her to wirelessly or directly interact with other computer systems to utilize or extract data from them. This way she can be constantly connected to the Internet, and even act as a Wi-Fi hotspot. As such her eyes have a multi function. They can record normal or thermal video. Or be used as projectors to display data. Density Manipulation: Just like her mother, and grandparents Vix can manipulate her density. Yet when she was build it wasnt used the same blueprint as her mother, instead Viv was trying to make her daughter better, more improved. So instead of the practice tested way, Vix was created with a altered and a more experimental method. She is supposed to be able to: fly, partially or fully become intangible, superhuman strength and become near invisible. All elements for this exist in her body. Yet they arent functional at their full capacity. Instead their efficiency is directly related to Vix psychological and emotional state. Solar Radiation Absorption: The solar jewel on Viv's forehead absorbs ambient solar energy that her body is able to convert directly into usable forms by a process not unlike photosynthesis in plants. The abilty to cast beams from it has been locked until she is either in danger of annihilation or adapts/learns to control her density manipulation fully. Bio: Vix was created by her mother, using her own patterns and that of her human husband. The process of creation had to be adapted and changed to include the characteristics of her human parent. To do this Viv her mother worked hard for a few years. In the end it worked to an extent. She did looked human, her skin normal at first glance. Only if one paid attention, and if she didnt applied make up, you could notice the lines of where the different components meet up. Thougth her hair stubbornly was green in not dyed regularly. She was build as a 17 year old and her first year in existence was fascinating. Her father adored her and her mother and was clear to show it. Her mother a great support in learning the basics of the world. She assumed Vix preferring to use doors the way they were intended to and walk was due her father brain patterns. No one came to the idea to ask Vix to try her powers out. Leaving her freedom to get to know herself at a pace comfortable for her. It was at the beginning of her second year of existence when it happened at a party her family attended. That time was the first real situation she had to use her abilities to help save lives. She was ecstatic to assist her mother and grandfather. Being a hero herself. Her powers failed. In front of her eyes civilians died. People she should have saved. She should have been capable of saving, because she was build like that. It was in well in the range of her parameters. She had to be broken. Next months were spend trying to figure out how to repair her. At her third year it was concluded she wasnt broken and was completely functional. She became more reluctant than ever. Pulling away into the her own mind. She wasnt bored considering that her mind was directly connected to the internet. She wrote and chatted away, focusing on her father and his family. They made mistakes, they were imperfect, they understood. At the end of that year uncle Tony offered a theory. Maybe she was more human than her mother and had to go through the process of learning to use her powers to master them, just like humans would have to. Her fourth year existing, no alive she would correct herself, she was sended to the academy. She decided to try to behave as it would be appropriate to her appearance age. Though she still had a lot of trouble acclimating. Relationships: Annabelle Boltagon: A classmate, shared several subject with her. Neutral.(+1.2) James Victor Rodgers: Has meet several times, hold light conversation. Has not spend much time with. Will be classmate from this year on. Neutral.(+1) Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes / Peace Walker Has heard about her from uncle Tony. Most of what have I been told were positive things. Especially approved was her music choices. Has not the chance to meet her personally. Neutral. (+0.5) Richard "Richie" Parker / Agent Spider 'The sticky incident' during the first weeks of academy. No need for clarifying. Had several active and enjoyable conversations. Friendly (+4.9) Alex Kinney Paired up during combat class. Playing the same game. During winter night Alex shows a good height spot to hang out on. Friendly (+5.1) Weapons: None Personality: Her personality is a mix from her parents. She has the calculated and poker face from her mother side. WHile from her father she was given the preferences to teases, and enter banter. Occasionally prank would be advised to ensures her content status. After the incident she became more silent and annoyed with the world. Even showcasing rebellious behaviour, she cut and dyed her hair black, using the bangs to hide the solar gem in her forehead. As well as starting to smoke. It doesnt affect her at all, and she simple enjoys the pictures and looks it gives her and motions involved in lighting a cig and smoking it. Her father is aware of this, even if he disapproves it, he blames himself more than her as he himself was a smoker until he gave it up for her mother. Other: She has an active internet life, in form of a few personas. She has a profile on freakingcool.com (the fanfiction.com of marvel) And actively post stories and one shots on it. She as well was banned from a few MMO as they wrongly believed she used a computer to cheat...well technically her brain being a supercomputer is kinda cheating, but no way she is admitting that. She has at least three personas she uses to chat with people. The Black.Sys account she uses only to chat with people she trust.
48,116	1,301	18	2,321	94	Mark continued pulling back as hard as he could. Until someone else gave him a hand, he was the only thing keeping this thing from slamming into someone. Suddenly, he saw black tendrils shoot out of another student's fingers. "Thank you!" He called out. Now that he had help, he didn't have to pull back as hard, and could start to work out a plan. But before he could get much of an idea, a sudden thud into the rocket jerked him around for a moment. When he looked back at it, he saw Charlotte suddenly riding the rocket with about half of her armor on. If his eyes hadn't been replaced with the red optic sensor in the center of his "helmet", Mark would have blinked a few times in surprise. When James started calling out a strategy, Mark was surprised. Not that James was taking charge, but that he actually knew his name. Still at least somebody had a plan. He slowly positioned himself with Nao so that the rocket would go flying out the door towards James. Mark looked at Charlotte, and simply said, "Good luck. Don't let go." With that, he released his whips, allowing the rocket to take off. The moment the doorway was clear, he flew out through it. As he flew, he felt a strange scratching sensation at his wrists, as his whips retracted. Mark arrived outside just in time to see the shrapnel start to rain. "Euclid, give me targeting solutions," he called out. As he saw little reticles focus around the larger debris, his right arm shifted into his pulse canon. The liquid metal twisted his arm into a cylindrical looking gun with glowing energy contained in little orbs. He managed to take out about 5 larger metal shards before they began to impact the ground. Euclid's armor naturally protected him against those that did hit him. Mark softly landed, and Euclid drained away from his body, returning to its inactive state. "Everyone alright? That wasn't really day one material. Where did that even come from?"	Name: Mark Westbrook Age: 18 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 4 Powers/Abilities: Mark has bonded with a strange sort of cybernetic symbiote. It allows him to manifest a suit of armor over his body, and convert his body parts into different weapons and tools. The trick, however, is that he needs to understand precisely how the augmentation is supposed to look and function, otherwise it contorts his body into rather painful forms. Fortunately, the symbiote seems to have a number of preset forms it has presented to Mark, giving him something to work with while he sorts out working his armor. Current presets include: Converting his arm into a Pulse Canon Ejecting "whip swords" from his wrists Back mounted Jetpack Bio: Born and raised in a small town in Indiana, Mark Westbrook took a serious interest in engineering at an early age. Wanting to use his talents to help people, he attempted to apply to the Avengers Academy at the age of 12. Unfortunately, his parents didn't think he was cut out for it, and didn't let him send his application. Not one to give up so easily, Mark instead started looking into opportunities to learn more advanced engineering from Stark Industries. While walking home from school at the age of 14, taking a roundabout route, he encountered a crashed armored truck. Not realizing the truck belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., Mark ran over to try to help. While attempting to pull out the passengers, he made contact with a strange liquid that began to fuse with his body painfully. He passed out on the road, was found by a passing police officer, and brought home. Over the course of the week, Mark tried t hide the strange metallic appendages altering his body, but of course was found by a Shield recovery team. He learned from them that the metal liquid was some sort of mechanical symbiote they found in a crashed alien ship. When it was determined that the symbiote had permanently bonded to him, and was offered a choice. He could either be placed under constant supervision by Shield, or be enrolled into Avengers Academy. Mark chose the latter. After several.... painful incidents with his symbiote, he managed to learn about the presets in the memories of the symbiote. Finally able to make some progress, he quickly rose into the Advanced Training Program. Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional! Personality: Mark has the distinct disadvantage of being particularly shy. He doesn't tend to try to stand out too much, and is very quiet around people he doesn't know well. He only really interacts with people he knows particularly well, and even then doesn't say much. Of course, that's when he isn't talking about engineering. Mark is incredibly passionate about engineering, and can go on for longer then most would listen about it. However, when Mark manifests his armor, which he has named Euclid, its like he steps into a second personality too. He suddenly becomes more confident, and far less hesitant. He isn't sure if this is part of the symbiote, or if he just feels more comfortable with his powers active. Other: Mark has begun applying his lessons on engineering to symbiote, and works on thinking of new tools and weapons he can manifest.
48,117	1,301	19	1,880	1,108	As James disposed of the rocket, Ben simply let go of the web. He shot off a glob of web towards one of the shrapnel, clinging it tightly to the wall right near a security officer. Ben knew of James Rogers, though just in the sense that he's a top ranking student. Thankfully, Ben was wearing the mask. He seemed a lot more confident with it on. Perhaps he could pass himself off as some sort of super hero. Well, he was, but towards his fellow classmates... Well, he can be better than just Ben. He went over to Mark to answer his question. "Hmm... Probably some prankster who thought it'd be funny to launch a rocket into class." He went over to one of the debris made and picked it up. "Low grade rockets, as the damage can show us. If this was some sort of legit attack, it'd be bigger, dontcha think?"	Name: Ben Poole Age: 18 Appearance: Civvie and Spiderman Beyond Years in the Academy: Six months Ancestors: Gwenpool (Mother) Powers/Abilities: He lacks any super powers, due to his mom not having powers of her own. However, when he inherited the title of Spiderman from Miles, he also inherited his web shooters, plus modifications to the suit to allow for web crawling (via super adhesive gloves) and a built in vibrator inside the mask that activates when danger is near to simulate Spider Sense. The suit can also allow him to camouflage. Bio: When Ben Poole was born, his mother had high hopes for him to be a super hero. So much hopes in fact, that she hired a professional, Wade Wilson, to set up a situation where Gwen is seemingly killed so that it could overwhelm Ben with so much duress that he’d become a superhero. It worked… but it traumatized Ben so much that he ran away from the alleyway that his mom “died” in and never looked back. However, he bumped into Miles Morales as Ultimate Spiderman, who was in the middle of apprehending a criminal. At the time, Miles had been considering retiring, since, even though he started his career as a teen, still felt the age that most other heroes went through. After hearing of what happened to his mother, Miles, being convinced that he needs to pass the torch, decided to teach Ben Poole how to be a hero. When it came time to pass the torch, Miles and Ben modified the suit to benefit Ben’s lack of any spider powers. It took about a week of crime fighting before he got the eye of Tony Stark. After failing to stop a robber, Ben was approached by Tony Stark to master his craft of super heroing. And thus, Spiderman Beyond was born. Family/Relationships?: Miles Morales is a father figure to Ben and his mentor. Miles’ relation to Ben’s mother was… strained... Miles, however, taught Ben in the ways of being a hero in the hopes that he doesn’t get as crazy as his mom. Weapons: The only weapon Ben has is that his gloves also have venomous stingers attached to them to simulate poisonous bites. Personality: Ben is timid and shy, only being assertive when he’s in the Spiderman Beyond outfit. That said, he does have a lust for revenge that he kept hidden from Miles. This lust for revenge sometimes causes him to be more than assertive and act headstrong. Other: Has no idea his mom is still alive.
48,118	1,301	20	32	217	After dropping his spell, Nao's eyes slowly faded back to brown. Damn. He hadn't meant to get involved. Maybe it was just an advanced training excersize. Nao hadn't heard anything about one like this but he hardly noticed everything. Maybe he just ruined it. He was going to be in trouble for interfering. He glanced down at his spilt food and hastily started scooping it back onto the plate. His hands shook slightly and he slowed his breathing. Deep breath in, slow exhale, deep breath in, slow exhale. This was the basic breathing technique they taught him during his first year. It helped, to an extent. He finished cleaning up and dumped the food in the trash. He slunk back against the cafeteria wall, fingers moving while muttering. Starting at his feet, he slowly faded away. Until he staggered, leaning heavily against the wall. The spell vanished. That's right. He hadn't slept. No way he was going to sneak out the entrance now. He took a deep breath and exited the building. Ahead, James, the one he presumed to be called Mark, another in a black spiderman suit, and the girl who had been clinging to the rocket stood seemingly discussing the scattered rocket parts. He gulped and practically tiptoed over, his 5' 11" frame seeming to shrink as he approached. He cleared his throat hesitantly and bowed deeply once he had the small group's attention attention. "I am so sorry for interrupting your training." Nao spoke softly, keeping his eyes locked on the ground, "My temper gets the best of me sometimes." He felt his fingertips still dripping but firmly decided to deal with that once he had explained himself. The wounds were small and would probably heal on their own quickly anyways.	Name: Nao Saito Age: 17 Years in the Academy: 3 Ancestors: Unknown Powers: Nao wields magic, magics of destruction, death, and misfortune. Although he can learn to wield light magics, they drain him more than others and mostly sticks to brewing potions if he needs something for healing. Black magic, especially blood magic, is his specialty. His magics generally need incantations and components but if riled up, magic rises uncontrolled to devistating effects. Where do I even start? Not a great way to start an application, I guess. I've never put in an application so here it goes. I grew up a bit north of Spokane, Washington. My parents... I don't remember them. I grew up, and I use the phrase loosely, in the possession of a coven from a young age. They kidnapped children with magical aptitude and bound them to the coven owned land. A single thought and our rune marks would flare so painfully most fell unconscious immediately. For a while, I was merely an errand boy. I helped prepare sacrifices, gather ingredients, and prepared new arrivals for their brand. It all changed when I lost my temper. An older boy was stealing my rations for months, teasing and taunting me, and I finally snapped. It was just a whisper. That's all. It left my lips without me knowing really. I don't even know the words today. I can't remember them. But I remember what happened. Blood. Out of his eyes. Out of his ears. From under his nails. And it didn't stop. Didn't stop until his eyes rolled back. I don't remember anything after that. Priestess Theadora took an interest in me after that. She accepted, well took, me as a pupil. She slowly taught me how to read and write Latin, the basics of spellcasting, more advanced rituals and brewings. Blood magic, the mystic arts, summoning, I learned it all over five years before the coven fell apart. The last few nights was practically civil war. The other kids and I hid out and when the sun rose on the third day, the witches were dead as far as we could tell. We ransacked what we could and we seperated, our runes inactive as we passed over the boundaries of their land. Unfortunately, mine is plastered on my forehead. Being marked as a dark witch's property makes making allies and getting a job near impossible. I took odd jobs here and there to make a living. I moved from shelter to shelter, hiding from most people. I think I was around 12 at this point. I only managed to grab a few of my mistress' books and a journal that had the phrase Liber Infinitum etched onto it. I practiced as best as I could without alerting anyone though I nearly got caught a few times. It wasn't a good life. I heard about the Academy on the news. It's the perfect place, somewhere I can practice magic without fear of discovery. A place where I can hone my skills. Some of the things I did... I killed people. I need to atone for that. I need to help stop it. But I can't do it as I am now. Please give me a chance. - taken from the biography section of his academy application Weapons: He doesn't have a weapon but carries around the journal Liber Infinitum, a relic from the lost Library of Alexandra. It seems to fill out an incantation he learns automatically and is only legible to himself. Nao is unaware that it has its own consciousness and knows every spell ever cast. I can overtake Nao's body temporarily when threatened though doing so knocks the boy out for days. Personality: After years of servitude, Nao struggles with expressing himself and tends to give in easily to others demands. His polite demenor rarely slips amd tends to fall back into submissive patterns when uneasy. The best way to tell his emotional state is how his magic reacts unconsciously. He focuses on his studies, sometimes forgetting to eat and sleep. His temper flares when stressed or threatened and resorts to screaming at the problem until it goes away or, in some cases, dies.
48,119	1,301	21	1,727	876	Will wandered out into the hall to keep away from the commotion with the rocket. This left him alone, which he wasn't terribly comfortable with, but it was better than getting into harm's way on his first ever day at the school. He tried to find his way back to his dorm to use the bathroom, but he couldn't remember the way back. The ten year old whimpered quietly, trying to think of who he could ask for directions. His best bet was one of the older kids, but he didn't really have the nerve to just approach them and ask for directions. He walked back outside to where the rocket had exploded, seeing that the ordeal was basically over. He stayed near the back of the crowd of students, trying not to fidget too much or attract attention.	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,120	1,301	22	1,154	1,925	James caught his shield as Charlotte tossed it back at him, and gave a grin. "Didn't know if you'd get your armor in time. Good to see you again, Charlotte." he said with a nod and smile, putting the shield back on the strap on his back, wincing a bit at the still fresh injuries on his back. The cut on his cheek had already healed, and he knew that his other injuries would follow suit. His gaze turned to Mark who made an entrance, then a new face who made an appearance. Judging by the suit, he was none other than Ben Poole, Miles Morales' protege. He knew he didn't have any real spider powers, but from what James has heard, he's shown potential in the academy and moved to the Next Avengers program quickly. As the two talked James moved his gaze towards the scrap metal now on the ground. "I don't think it was intentional. Maybe a new student getting excited and messing up one of their projects..." He said, looking at the group around him. The cough from behind James made him turn, and Nao was there, bowing his head, and his hands bleeding. "I don't think it was a training exercise, or if it was, Mr. Stark has gone a bit crazy threatening some lives. You're not the only one around here that has anger problems. Thanks for the help back there. James gave a smile and did his best to return a bow to him. He may not like his style of magic, but he still did a great deal to help. "Whoever did this hopefully was caught on camera in the cafeteria. And I hope it was an accident." As the crowd grew larger, more security drones came to try and calm the situation. One drone actually made its way towards James and the rest of them. "First day back and you've all already started trouble? Tony's not gonna be happy to hear that his flower beds in the lawn got totaled... Rogers, gather up anyone involved in this and bring them to the Hall of Heroes. We all need to have a talk. The voice was all too familiar to James. It was the Advanced Training Program's head instructor communicating through the drone. James nodded and looked at everyone with a shrug. "I can never tell if he's mad, amused, or both." He joked, watching the small group of them make their way towards the large tower. Before he moved he took one more glance around the courtyard to see the young boy who he had recently saved... well, he didn't know if he actually saved him. For all he knew, that young kid could have been more than capable of protecting himself. As he moved through the crowd towards the kid, he either got smiles, awkward giggles from girls who made eye contact with him, or glares. No doubt some people thought this was a plot by him to make himself look good in front of everyone... The boy looked just as afraid as ever as James approached, but he gave off a smile. "Hey... uh, I don't think I caught your name before. I'm James... you alright? This stuff doesn't happen all the time I promise. Our professor wanted anyone who was involved in that little thing come over to the tower. I'd like it if you'd join us... Just to make sure you're alright." James' voice didn't try to belittle the young kid, he tried his best to sound as normal as possible. He didn't want to embarrass the kid or offend him by talking to him as if he was a two year old.	Name: James Victor Rogers Age: 18 Years in the Academy: 6 Ancestors: Steve Rogers(Captain America) , James Howlett(Wolverine) Powers/Abilities: Although he was born with his gifts, James hasn't fully mastered any of these powers. He still has a lot to learn. Peak human strength, agility, and reflexes -Since his mother's dad was Captain America, James also possessed some of the Super Soldier Serum in his blood, giving him the power to be at perfect human performance. Master tactician -While both his parents and grandparents are military veterans, James is a natural at leadership and command. He finds the strengths and weaknesses of every situation and team mates, and uses it to the best of his ability. Accelerated Healing factor -Wolverine's healing factor skipped a generation and went into James. James regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. In addition to accelerated healing of physical traumas, his healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins. The speed at which he recovers is dependent on the wounds he gets. Minor cuts, or stabs heal almost instantly, but bullet wounds, and deep cuts could take minutes up to hours to days to fully heal. It is also important to note that James has never been injured to extreme points, or tried to test his limits. He doesn't plan on seeing how far his healing can go. Heightened instincts, and senses -Wolverine also passed down his sense of instincts, being able to sense something wrong, picking up on scents, and if angered, he will be nearly unstoppable. His rage at this point though can leave him vulnerable in many cases. Bio: I've had a lot to live up to. My parents were in the Peace Corps after Avengers and other super heroes joined forces to finally defeat the major crime organizations and villains. My mom was the daughter of Captain America and Sharon Carter, and my dad was the son of Wolverine and and a rancher he met in the desert in California. My parents had their own abilities, so it was no surprise when mine started to show at a young age. I grew up in a world where mutants and humans were one, they lived peacefully, and we did for years. But like I said, I had a lot to live up to. At the age of 4, there was a giant movement that shocked the world. HYDRA had reformed, it surprised everyone since Johann Schmidt had finally been thought to be dead. My grandfather who was now older than he was, felt responsible and started to fight against them alone. To everyone's shock, it turned out my mother was behind the new movement... Grandpa Rogers eventually stopped her, and ended the movement. She was sent to a maximum security prison, and I was left to be raised by my father, and my grandparents, as well as friends of the family, but no one looked at me or my dad the same. When I was 12, I did what anyone did at the time: enlist in the Avengers Academy, which is like a high school, but add super hero classes into it, and dangerous games of dodgeball. For six years people either treated me as if I was some sort of god, or they were afraid that I'd be like my mom and start attacking everyone... I tried to just do my best, and focus on doing what I can for the world. I am one of the top in my class, and so I was invited to join the Advanced Training Program, to essentially become an Avenger if the world ever needed them again. I don't want to let anyone down. Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know! Annabelle Boltagon -Anna and James are friends, but have only had a few exchanges in their lives. James doesn't really like Anna's "I'm better than everyone" way of thinking, and he let's her know that. One day during her first year of the academy she was getting harassed by a group of kids making fun of her physical appearance. James quickly put an end to that, and have grown respect for each other. Weapons: Grandpa Rogers taught me how to fight with shields, and gave me my own one when I was strong enough to carry it. This Shield has the ability to produce an energy blade at the bottom half, and split into two, making two shields going on both hands (top half is mostly a shield, bottom half has the energy blade). Personality: James is very much like his grandfather Steve. He has a deep sense of responsibility, and does his best to help others. He hates people who think they're better than everyone, and due to his other grandfather, he has a bit of a temper if provoked. He doesn't let anyone talk poorly of his friends, and especially his family, but at the same time he's ashamed of what his mother did. He tries to keep the balance of being respectful and honorable, and giving in to his anger and instincts. Other: Has a habit of saying "Bub" a lot when angered.. "Thanks Grandpa Logan"
48,121	1,301	23	1,243	1,011	Richard was late waking up. This always happened on his first day ever since the beginning of his second year. He had arrived the day before to unpack the things he brought back home and decided to get a good rest after staying out until two in the morning. Nothing good ever happens after two a.m. He was sleeping in his makeshift spider web hammock that rested above his own bed. He always wondered if he was weird for liking to rest in the thing every now and then. Besides his family no one even knew this about him. He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off. "Ten... maybe thirty more minutes." His alarm clock on the other hand had other plans and kept blaring until he turned over and shot a web at it. Once attached he pulled the clock up to him and turned it off and jumped down onto the floor. His room looked like a miniature replica of his room back home. He had gotten used to the smaller space so it wasn't really a problem. He turned to his window to see the view he would normally see from his New York home. During his first year there he placed a holographic screen over the window so that he could wake up to the site every morning. "Window off." As he said that the screen faded and revealed the scenery outside of the dormitory. Richard made his way to the bathroom and started his morning routine of showering, brushing his teeth, brushing his hair, and etc. This morning fortunately didn't have any sticky mishaps so that was a plus. Once all of that was said and done he put on his clothes which was just a regular black t-shirt with some jeans and an Avengers Academy jacket that he had customized. It was blue with a red A in the right corner of the jacket and on the jacket the word SPIDER was emblazoned in red a little above the center. To top it all off he had his necklace hanging around his neck. Since he was already late for breakfast he decided to take the scenic route. He looked at his hammock and said, "I'll take you down later." and headed to his window. He opened it and climbed out and made sure to close it and lock it with webs. He didn't want to be the reason a villain was able to get into the dorms. He crawled up the wall and saw some familiar faces below that were looking at him. He waved and continued to head up until he reached the roof. Once there he looked towards the cafeteria deciding to make a pit stop there before the cafeteria. Just at that moment the rocket situation was coming to its end and explosive shrapnel flew everywhere. He was sure everyone was okay. If not there was no real worry. The school was a school for heroes and geniuses so the medical advancements were well... advanced. Richie didn't hesitate in heading over and arrived once the drones did. He listened to the drone that approached James and the others and heard the voice of their head instructor. Once he was finished he surprisingly made a gentle landing on top of its head in a crouched position and said, "I missed all the rocket fun. There's no way I'm missing this." He noticed some familiar faces and masks in the group and knew this was going to be interesting.	Name: Richard "Richie" Parker Age: 17 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 5 Ancestors: Spider-Man (Peter Parker) Powers/Abilities: Organic Webbing Generation: Richard's mutation seemed to be stronger than his grandfather's. They don't know if it's because it skipped a generation with him or if he's a mutant and his x-gene enhanced the Spider abilities within him. Richard is able to generate his own webs from his wrist. He doesn't need to press down on it but does it most of the time just because he feels like it. Wall-Crawling: As it goes Richard can do whatever a spider can and that includes climbing walls. Though this power isn't just limited to climbing walls. It allows him to stick onto mostly anything. He's the current champion at Keep Away. Richard blames his strengthened mutation for this but sometimes he's unable to control this and he'd touch something and randomly stick to it in most of the time a comedic way. The accidental sticking fortunately doesn't work on organic beings so he fortunately hasn't ripped someone's skin off on accident. Though he could do it on purpose if need be. Super Strength: Due to having his powers since he was very young Richard's strength exceeds his grandfather's at his age and he's not even in his prime yet. He's worked to increase his strength by physical weight training because he knew there'd come times when he'd need to be stronger to take down an enemy or save people. He has to however hold back usually severely against weaker enemies and sometimes in moments of excitement his strength gets the better of him. Superhuman Speed: Richard is capable of running and moving at speeds that are far beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Superhuman Stamina: Richard's advanced musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than an ordinary human. This allows him to exert himself physically for much longer periods of time before fatigue begins to impair him. Superhuman Durability: Richard's body is physically tougher and more resistant to some types of injury than the body of a normal human. His body is more resistant to impact forces than anything else. He can withstand great impacts, such as falling from a height of several stories or being struck by an opponent with super strength, that would severely injure or kill a normal human with little to no discomfort. Superhuman Agility: Richard's agility, balance, and bodily coordination are all enhanced to levels that are far beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Healing Factor: Richard has a low-level rapid healing factor. While not on the same level as a mutant with regeneration capabilities, it is sufficiently powerful enough to recover from severe injuries from broken bones and large amounts of tissue damage in a matter of hours. Contaminant Immunity: Due to his accelerated metabolism, Richard has a higher tolerance for drugs and diseases than normal humans, and he can recover from the effects of larger doses rapidly. This fortunately or unfortunately(depending on who you ask) doesn't affect the effects of cannabis and alcohol on him. So he's still able to have a fun time. Superhuman Equilibrium: Richard possesses the ability to achieve a state of perfect equilibrium in any position imaginable. He seems able to adjust his position by instinct, which enables him to balance himself on virtually any object, no matter how small or narrow. Superhuman Reflexes: Richard's reflexes are similarly enhanced and are currently about forty times greater than those of an ordinary human. In combination with his spider-sense, the speed of his reflexes allows him to dodge almost any attack, or even gunfire, given sufficient distance. Spider-Sense: Richard possesses an extrasensory "danger" or "spider" sense which warns him of potential immediate danger by the manifestation of a tingling sensation in the back of his skull, and links with his superhuman kinesthetics, enabling him to evade most any injuries, unless he cognitively overrides his automatic reflexes. Sometimes his Spider-Sense goes off when there's no danger around and it causes him to sometimes second guess it which could prove a danger to himself. With enough training he'll be able to use his spider-sense to track certain radio frequencies like his grandfather could. Genius Level Intellect: Richard inherited more than his powers from his grandfather. He also inherited his brain. He's a certified genius and has shown to have his IQ increasing more and more as he gets older. It's unsure of how smart he'll come to be. Skilled Combatant: Richard was taught the Way of the Spider by both his father and grandfather. And although his father never inherited the powers he was still taught how to defend himself like a spider. It didn't take Richard long to master and put his own spin into the style. He however has not mastered any other forms of martial arts. He was told to learn them on his own so that he could grow into his own person. He has learned to fight more since joining the Academy but hasn't mastered another form. Bio: Life for a rich boy with weird powers? Never easy. Richard's story begins when he was born about a year before New Hydra stepped on the scene. Instead of cutting off the serpent's head why doesn't anyone step on it with a giant shoe? Anyway. Richard was born to Ben "Benjy" Parker and his wife. He was named after his great grandfather. Ben didn't inherit his father's powers but his son did. If anyone asked he'd say that he didn't really want them to begin with. Richard's powers started to develop at the age of four. Even then they could tell that his powers were innately stronger than his grandfather's. Because of this they had a suspicion that he was also born a mutant with the added mutate from the radioactive spider bite passed down to him. They decided not to confirm their suspicions due to New Hydra's campaign against mutants. They felt it better to not know than to put him in even more jeopardy by finding out. Time went on and Richard progressed further in his learning and in his powers. His development was exceeding what they had imagined for him. At age eleven he mastered the Way of the Spider and decided to crawl around the city testing his powers as a low level street vigilante named Agent Spider. He wasn't big on getting in the lime light quite yet. His first month was bad. Even with his training he had trouble and once his father found out what he was doing he asked Mayday to watch over Richard and have him as her sidekick. Working with his aunt made things easier for him but it also helped him learn a lot about what it was meant to be a hero. When he first started working alongside her he was given a necklace with a spider emblem. All he had to do was press the emblem and it formed into his costume. Way easier than hiding it in a backpack or under his clothes. When he was twelve Tony Stark approached him with an offer to join his Academy for up and coming young heroes. Richard didn't hesitate at the offer. There wasn't much regular school could teach him and the thought of learning at the school Tony created was what really intrigued him. The things he could learn and create while studying there was his selling point. He joined the school and it didn't take long for him to become one of the best students there. Even if he didn't always show up to class. During the times school was out he went home to New York to websling with his aunt again and help her out. Each time he came back she always talked about how much he progressed since the last time. This is now his second year in the Next Avengers program though he took a small leave of absence to help Miles train Ben Poole while also receiving training there himself. He didn't want to get rusty and let the Junior Captain think he was better than him. It didn't take long and he rejoined the school when Tony invited Ben to the school. Now the new year is starting and he's ready to web things into gear. Family/Relationships?: Ben Poole: Richard helped train him while also training alongside him. They aren't really close but he considers him family due to the Spider legacy. Weapons: N/A Personality: Richard may be really smart but he isn't a nerd. Well, he doesn't consider himself one at least. When it comes to school and things that don't hold his interest he's really lazy and rushes through it so that he can get it over with. In regular Academy classes he's seen staring at the ceiling if he even decided to show up that day. He's a flirt but not overly so. In his time in the Academy he hasn't had any long term girlfriends and mostly had flings but he's hoping to change that. Richie jokes a lot an even gave himself the added nickname of Rich to Richie so others wouldn't make the joke first. Most of the time when he's joking is in action just like his grandfather though he does it to hide how unsure he is of himself. It's why he chose not to up the mantle of Spider-Man. At least not now at least. He's afraid he wouldn't be able to live up to the name. Though he knows one day it'll come a time where he has to. He cares about his friends and would do anything for them. Even to the point of putting himself in harm's way in training exercises. His father said that would get him killed one day but he reminded him that it was his great responsibility to protect others. Other: Richard is in line to take over his family's company. He has a secret love for comic books despite living the life of those in them. He wants to one day make his own. He hasn't told anyone this.
48,122	1,301	24	1,727	876	Will looked surprised. He wasn't really used to being approached in a friendly manner, especially by older kids. Back at the orphanage, older kids just picked on Will. He listened carefully to the boy, nodding thoughtfully. "I'm Will. Nice to meet you, James. And, uh, sure. I'll join you guys." Said Will, trying his best not to seem nervous. He forced a smile, holding out his hand and wondering if James would take it. He was doing his best to keep still, but it was a bit difficult. He hoped that the tower would have a bathroom... He was still kind of getting used to this school. It looked as though there weren't a lot of kids his age here. Most of them seemed much older, maybe in the 15 to 18 range. he was only 10 himself, and frankly it was a little intimidating. He was still really new to his abilities, and wasn't really sure why he was being advanced so quickly. Maybe his powers would be really useful once he'd trained them, but for now he didn't really seem like he fit in.	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,123	1,301	25	92	2,185	Alex slowly sat up in his bed to his phone ringing. He reached over to his practically bare bedside table to grab his phone. He answered the phone saying, "Hey, mom." Her response was what most overprotective mothers would say. "I've only been back for a day. How could I already get in trouble?" Alex talked with his mom slowly reassuring her that it was safe. Once they said goodbye Alex looked around his room. It was basically empty except for his bed, table, desk, chair, and all the stuff in his closet. He took his sweet time getting ready for the day. By the time he was done the majority of people on campus would be done with breakfast. Alex was dressed in normal sweatpants, a workout shirt with the Avengers logo in the top left corner, and his signature leather jacket with the detachable hood. He picked up his sheathed Ninjato attaching it to his belt then he stuck his bo staff into its side pocket. He then left for the Hall of Heroes for the beginning of the day. Despite his Hyper Speed, Alex chose to just walk there and took his sweet time. When he finally got there he saw the small time heroes of the day and the small kid who had been saved. Alex had no idea what had occurred earlier this morning but it was practically a certainty that he would later find out. For now he just stared at the group mostly looking at James. It felt awfully strange to Alex having to be near this guy but no one would ever hear him voice that opinion.	Name: Alex Kinney Age: 20 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 7 Ancestors: TaskMaster is his Uncle. X-23(Laura Kinney) is his mother. He does not know his father due to the man dying when he was young; however, this man is the link to TaskMaster. Photographic Reflexes = Alex has the ability of Photographic Reflexes. He wasn't born with this ability but due to his healing factor his uncle, TaskMaster, took him and began testing on him. TaskMaster tested to see if he could implant his own ability within the boy, and it worked. Alex now can copy any physical action that his body could naturally do. However, due to not naturally being born with this ability Alex can 'forget' how to do the move if he doesn't work to ingrain it into his muscle memory. Superhuman Longevity = Just like most with a healing factor Alex also has a superhuman level of longevity. This causes him to just like Wolverine and X-23 from whom he has DNA of to age slower during his young adult years and further on. Regenerative Healing Factor = Alex has a very strong healing factor due to having DNA of Wolverine and X-23. When TaskMaster did tests on the young boy he did something to increase the power at which Alex's body and mind can recover. It has not been attempted, but before TaskMaster escaped he mentioned that he believed that Alex had a better healing factor than Wolverine. Animalistic Instincts = Similar to Wolverine and X-23 Alex has heightened senses in the form of various animals. He has faster reflexes, stronger sense of smell, better eyesight, and an innate sense of incoming danger. Alex has yet to train these senses to their peak potential so as of right now they feel more of a nuisance until he fully understands what he is sensing. Hyper Speed = The only ability that Alex can call his own is his speed. Not quite the levels of those such as Quicksilver, but still faster than the average human if only a few MPH's higher. TaskMaster estimated that if he trained his speed that Alex could quite possibly reach Mach 1, but so far Alex has maxed out at 48 MPH. A side note is that Alex is fairly intelligent. This is primarily because TaskMaster drilled various lessons into the boy's mind. He learned a lot and retain nearly all of it. Bio: At a young age Alex's life began fairly normal. His father died when he was young so he only knew of his mother Laura as his family. At the time he didn't even know her link to Wolverine or about her powers. Once his abilities started to show themselves she told him everything. It was a lot for a seven year old to take in, but it caused him to have a strong desire to help people. Unfortunately, within the next year TaskMaster showed up. Still using the name Tony Masters he told the young Alex that he was the young boys uncle having been the brother of his dead father, the last person that had been living who knew Taskmaster's true identity. When Laura found out TaskMaster had shown up she forbid Alex to interact with him. Unfortunately, there was nothing either could do to stop TaskMaster from following out his plans. The man kidnapped Alex and took him to an old Weapon X facility. There he performed various tests on Alex implanting DNA in him and altering the already preexisting DNA. He taught the boy various things and began attempting to brainwash him. This was very difficult due to the boys healing factor. It took nearly three years, but Laura along with a few other superheroes eventually found the location where TaskMaster had been hiding the boy. TaskMaster had been outside the facility when the heroes showed up and therefore got away. All of this harshly affected the young boy. A close watch was kept on him after he and his mother moved to Xavier's School in order to keep him safe. Eventually Alex got sick of being stuck in the same place and he tried to run away. He was easily caught by Wolverine who came up with a compromise of placing him in the Avengers Academy. Laura was scared to part ways with her son when TaskMaster was still at large, but she realized that he should be safe with the Avengers close by rather than him continuously trying to run away. Alex only agreed as long as they kept his identity as secret as possible which was agreed to. Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional! Weapons: Since TaskMaster planned on working alongside Alex and rebuilding his crime syndicate he used his leftover connections to get Alex a Vibranium-Adamantium alloy Ninjato and a small collapsible Kendo Stick. Personality: To most Alex appears cold and standoffish, but those who know him well realize he is just a quiet guy. He can seem rude but that is only because he is very direct and rarely lets bias change how he deals with things unless he REALLY dislikes someone like his uncle. He is fiercely loyal and if someone hurts or wrongs someone he cares about he will defend them, but he rarely defends himself. He really wants to help others but doesn't feel as if he will be any real help. Other: Has an overbearing desire for revenge against TaskMaster.
48,124	1,301	26	1,880	1,108	Oh boy... Here we go. Ben said as the group was told to report to the Hall of Heroes. If there's one thing he didn't like, it was getting an earful from the teachers, especially in regards to something he had little to no involvement in. Just then, a familiar person popped by and expressed interest in following. "Richie! My man! What's up?" Ben raised his hand up high. He then noticed he mentioned not wanting to miss the moment. "Well, if you're goin', guess I am too." Ben said.	Name: Ben Poole Age: 18 Appearance: Civvie and Spiderman Beyond Years in the Academy: Six months Ancestors: Gwenpool (Mother) Powers/Abilities: He lacks any super powers, due to his mom not having powers of her own. However, when he inherited the title of Spiderman from Miles, he also inherited his web shooters, plus modifications to the suit to allow for web crawling (via super adhesive gloves) and a built in vibrator inside the mask that activates when danger is near to simulate Spider Sense. The suit can also allow him to camouflage. Bio: When Ben Poole was born, his mother had high hopes for him to be a super hero. So much hopes in fact, that she hired a professional, Wade Wilson, to set up a situation where Gwen is seemingly killed so that it could overwhelm Ben with so much duress that he’d become a superhero. It worked… but it traumatized Ben so much that he ran away from the alleyway that his mom “died” in and never looked back. However, he bumped into Miles Morales as Ultimate Spiderman, who was in the middle of apprehending a criminal. At the time, Miles had been considering retiring, since, even though he started his career as a teen, still felt the age that most other heroes went through. After hearing of what happened to his mother, Miles, being convinced that he needs to pass the torch, decided to teach Ben Poole how to be a hero. When it came time to pass the torch, Miles and Ben modified the suit to benefit Ben’s lack of any spider powers. It took about a week of crime fighting before he got the eye of Tony Stark. After failing to stop a robber, Ben was approached by Tony Stark to master his craft of super heroing. And thus, Spiderman Beyond was born. Family/Relationships?: Miles Morales is a father figure to Ben and his mentor. Miles’ relation to Ben’s mother was… strained... Miles, however, taught Ben in the ways of being a hero in the hopes that he doesn’t get as crazy as his mom. Weapons: The only weapon Ben has is that his gloves also have venomous stingers attached to them to simulate poisonous bites. Personality: Ben is timid and shy, only being assertive when he’s in the Spiderman Beyond outfit. That said, he does have a lust for revenge that he kept hidden from Miles. This lust for revenge sometimes causes him to be more than assertive and act headstrong. Other: Has no idea his mom is still alive.
48,125	1,301	27	1,154	1,925	James smiled as Will accepted the offer. It was interesting to see such a young kid here at the Academy, but to be fair, James enlisted when he was 12, so who was he to say? He didn't know what Will could do or what he was thinking, but he wasn't just going to leave him traumatized after seeing an almost death experience in a place he thought would be safe. He took the young boy's hand. "This your first year?" As they all walked to the tower, James tried his best to give Will the unofficial tour of the place, pointing at things, and at people who were descendants of famous heroes. The Hall of Heroes was the most impressive building in the Academy. The first floor was a bit like a museum, displaying all the heroes who have come and gone into the Avengers, but in the center of the room were the costumes and information of the founding members of the Avengers so long ago. Captain America, Thor, Iron-Man, Ant-man, Hulk, and Wasp... It always sent chills down James' spine whenever he walked into this room. They were their legacy. One day their suits will be in here with the likes of Spider-Man, Falcon, and so many more. He saw that Vix and Annabelle were already here, and soon everyone else followed suit. James looked down at Will to see his expression on his face. He didn't know if his parents were in this collection, or if he was impressed at all, but something told him that Will was going to make it here some day... James caught movement from the corner of his eye. He turned to see that Alex Kinney made an appearance. It was always a weird feeling whenever the two were in the same room... His mother was cloned from Grandpa Logan's genes, which means that they were technically related. He remembered the conversation Grandpa Logan had with him when Alex first came to the academy. He had been through a lot as a kid, and that James had to keep an eye on him so nothing bad happens. He didn't specifically knew what that meant at the time, but from the small conversations that they had, he knew not to pry too much into it. Maybe one day they'll talk about this kind of stuff... He was about to go talk to Alex until the elevator in the corner of the room opened, and out came an older man, with graying brown hair, with a matching beard, and probably the best poker face in the world. He wore a nice red and blue suit, and his eyes scanned the room. "Mr. Lang--" James started, but the older man simply shook his head. "Everyone enjoy the little breakfast and show this morning? What in blazes happened down there?" The old man demanded, looking at the small group that joined. For all the years James trained under Scott Lang, he could never know if he was angry, or if he was simply asking and wanted to know how the situation went.	Name: James Victor Rogers Age: 18 Years in the Academy: 6 Ancestors: Steve Rogers(Captain America) , James Howlett(Wolverine) Powers/Abilities: Although he was born with his gifts, James hasn't fully mastered any of these powers. He still has a lot to learn. Peak human strength, agility, and reflexes -Since his mother's dad was Captain America, James also possessed some of the Super Soldier Serum in his blood, giving him the power to be at perfect human performance. Master tactician -While both his parents and grandparents are military veterans, James is a natural at leadership and command. He finds the strengths and weaknesses of every situation and team mates, and uses it to the best of his ability. Accelerated Healing factor -Wolverine's healing factor skipped a generation and went into James. James regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. In addition to accelerated healing of physical traumas, his healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins. The speed at which he recovers is dependent on the wounds he gets. Minor cuts, or stabs heal almost instantly, but bullet wounds, and deep cuts could take minutes up to hours to days to fully heal. It is also important to note that James has never been injured to extreme points, or tried to test his limits. He doesn't plan on seeing how far his healing can go. Heightened instincts, and senses -Wolverine also passed down his sense of instincts, being able to sense something wrong, picking up on scents, and if angered, he will be nearly unstoppable. His rage at this point though can leave him vulnerable in many cases. Bio: I've had a lot to live up to. My parents were in the Peace Corps after Avengers and other super heroes joined forces to finally defeat the major crime organizations and villains. My mom was the daughter of Captain America and Sharon Carter, and my dad was the son of Wolverine and and a rancher he met in the desert in California. My parents had their own abilities, so it was no surprise when mine started to show at a young age. I grew up in a world where mutants and humans were one, they lived peacefully, and we did for years. But like I said, I had a lot to live up to. At the age of 4, there was a giant movement that shocked the world. HYDRA had reformed, it surprised everyone since Johann Schmidt had finally been thought to be dead. My grandfather who was now older than he was, felt responsible and started to fight against them alone. To everyone's shock, it turned out my mother was behind the new movement... Grandpa Rogers eventually stopped her, and ended the movement. She was sent to a maximum security prison, and I was left to be raised by my father, and my grandparents, as well as friends of the family, but no one looked at me or my dad the same. When I was 12, I did what anyone did at the time: enlist in the Avengers Academy, which is like a high school, but add super hero classes into it, and dangerous games of dodgeball. For six years people either treated me as if I was some sort of god, or they were afraid that I'd be like my mom and start attacking everyone... I tried to just do my best, and focus on doing what I can for the world. I am one of the top in my class, and so I was invited to join the Advanced Training Program, to essentially become an Avenger if the world ever needed them again. I don't want to let anyone down. Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know! Annabelle Boltagon -Anna and James are friends, but have only had a few exchanges in their lives. James doesn't really like Anna's "I'm better than everyone" way of thinking, and he let's her know that. One day during her first year of the academy she was getting harassed by a group of kids making fun of her physical appearance. James quickly put an end to that, and have grown respect for each other. Weapons: Grandpa Rogers taught me how to fight with shields, and gave me my own one when I was strong enough to carry it. This Shield has the ability to produce an energy blade at the bottom half, and split into two, making two shields going on both hands (top half is mostly a shield, bottom half has the energy blade). Personality: James is very much like his grandfather Steve. He has a deep sense of responsibility, and does his best to help others. He hates people who think they're better than everyone, and due to his other grandfather, he has a bit of a temper if provoked. He doesn't let anyone talk poorly of his friends, and especially his family, but at the same time he's ashamed of what his mother did. He tries to keep the balance of being respectful and honorable, and giving in to his anger and instincts. Other: Has a habit of saying "Bub" a lot when angered.. "Thanks Grandpa Logan"
48,126	1,301	28	1,749	150	The situation played itself out rather well. The students aptly handled it all and kept everyone safe. Annabelle only hoped things would go as smoothly out in the field, lord knows they would be handling things a lot more dangerous than just bottle rockets. She bit the corner of her thumbs fingernail, a bad habit she had adopted during her first few nervous weeks at the academy. She turned slightly towards Vix as the projection faded. "Problem is, what you prefer doesn't always lead to the one as you put it." She spoke, rather pessimistically. "Anyway, enough of that soppy stuff." She continued, intending to continue speaking but stopped herself as the group from the cafeteria made their way into the hall of heroes. "Looks like stuff is starting, we'd better join the group." She stated rather formally before making her way up to the group and following suit.	Name: Annabelle Boltagon Age: 18 Appearance: Annabelle stands at 5 foot 9 and has a thin physique. Obviously the most noticeable part of her appearance is her green skin and pointed, elf-like ears. She prides herself on her inhuman heritage, and while she could easily disguise herself as a normal human, she instead chooses to bear her features with pride. Her hair is long, wavy and a naturally pale red, almost matching the violet colour of her eyes. Years in the Academy: 4 Ancestors: Ahura Boltagon, Blackagar Boltagon, Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon Powers/Abilities: Annabelle possesses a few powers inherited from her father and grandfather at birth, but gained a few unique powers after going through the terrigenesis. -Hypersonic scream. Anna's scream is nowhere near as powerful as her grandfathers or even her fathers. Her scream is a lot quieter and is only capable of leveling a modest sized block of flats at full potential. -Energy beams. Again, a lot less powerful than her ancestors, the beams are capable of cutting through concrete but are rather thin and unwieldy. -Inhuman physiology. After the terrigenesis, Anna's body was enhanced, giving her increased strength, speed, reflexes and endurance. -Additionally she possesses the ability to store kinetic energy and in turn channel this energy into attacks. Currently she can only transfer the energy into small objects and throw them, causing them to explode or simply disperse it through her hands. Bio: Annabelle was of course born as the daughter to Ahura Boltagon, just before he was elected as CEO of the Ennilux Corporation. Her early life isn't much to speak of. It was relatively sheltered, what with her being descended from royalty and her father being the head of one of the largest Inhuman corporations. She was hardly even allowed to have friends, and any that she did make were vetted and scoped out to the point where they practically didn't want to be her friend in the end. As a result, Annabelle developed a superiority complex, believing that the reason people didn't like her was because she was inferior and the only way to get people to like her was to act like the royalty she was. However, making friends wasn't exactly on her mind while the complex came about, her Terrigenesis was coming up and she was overtly nervous about it. While the genetic deformities had mostly been stomped out through the screening process done before hand, Annabelle was still terrified that she'd come out the other side looking like some sort of monster. Suffice to say, she was right to be nervous. She spent the next month in her room, crying about her green skin, strange eyes and pointed ears. It took another month before her father convinced her to be proud of her deformities and show them off like a prize. She began taking more trips into the human world after that, seeing herself as an ambassador for the Inhumans. Her father let her go on believing it, after all she was only a girl of 13 years, what harm could a little embellishment do? A year later and she received a letter from Tony Stark. Her grandfather urged her to join the avengers academy, having worked with Stark in the Illuminati. She accepted and has attended the school for 4 years now, providing a valued asset and representing the small number of inhumans at the academy. Family/Relationships?: James Victor Rodgers James and Anna don't know each other hugely well, but they've met from time to time. Anna would consider James to be a friend of hers, but dislikes his boy scout attitude to things and doesn't really know enough about him to be good friends. In their first year, James helped Anna fend off some bullies who were mocking her for her skin colour and inhuman status. Mark Westbrook Anna doesn't know Mark all that much, she's been in a few classes with him but other than that she has little idea of who he is. Vix Anna has been in a few classes with Vix, but again she hasn't spoken to her very much and doesn't really know who she is. Will Fleeter Anna has never met Will. Charlotte Rhodes Anna knows Charlotte well enough to call her a friend. They were often study partners around exam time and occasionally spar with each other. Charlotte often teases Anna due to her royal heritage. Alex Kinney Anna knows Alex fairly well. She wouldn't exactly call him a friend, but not exactly an acquaintance either, just somewhere inbetween. Weapons: None as of yet. Personality: Annabelle has a tendency to expect the worst of just about everything. Be it people or situations, she mostly always has a negative outlook on how it will turn out. She has a little bit of a superiority complex, especially when it comes to music. For the most part, the complex plays itself out to hide how inferior she really feels on the inside, but when it actually comes to music she does, in fact, feel superior to most people. Speaking of, she is most definitely an 'indie chick'. She browses vintage shops, listens to old music(primarily the Smiths and the like) and has a penchant for disliking mainstream things. However, it's not all doom and gloom when it comes to Annabelle. While she can come off as rather cold initially, after becoming her friend she is as loyal as loyal can be. She is also plainly honest, never wanting to lie to someone unless it would hurt them. She often hugs people when drunk and won't hesitate to claim someone who is only marginally her friend is her best friend. Other:
48,127	1,301	29	1,727	876	Will nodded, following as James led him up to the tower. The campus was huge; he had no idea how he was supposed to learn to get around it. A man maybe a little older than Will's foster father Mr. Fleeter. Despite the man's neutral expression, Will could tell that he was probably irritated with them. Will didn't really know himself what was going on, so he remained silent when the man addressed the group. He still urgently needed to pee, and that was about all he could think about. He fidgeted around a bit, as if he were unable to stay still any longer. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, hunching over a bit and chewing on his knuckles. His messy dark brown hair was all over his face by this point, but he didn't reach up to rearrange it. But other than that, he tried his best to keep himself composed. No use drawing attention to himself in this kind of situation. Feeling like he could be more useful to the interrogation, he wracked his memory for exactly what had happened. He was just on his way out of the cafeteria, without having eaten anything, when suddenly James jumped in front of him and deflected a rocket. Some of the older kids took the rocket outside to detonate it, and he himself had followed them out after wandering around a bit looking for a bathroom. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand before speaking up. "...Someone made a rocket in the caf. I don't think anyone got hurt, though."	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,128	1,301	30	1,894	5,787	Charlotte considered herself, as well as everyone on campus, lucky that James took more after Steve Rogers than Logan Howlett. James sure knew how to talk to people, something that Charlotte herself wasn't as good at doing. Aside from Annabelle and occasionally bumping heads with Mark, she didn't do a whole lot of socializing. Vix could sort of be considered a second hand friend through Annabelle, but Charlotte could not honestly remember the last conversation that she had with Vix. In any case, the young boy who had been wrapped up in all of this with the rest of them had been brought along to the Hall of Heroes to speak with the one and only Advanced Training Program Instructor. He was a bit hard to deal with, but nothing worse than how she'd seen some drill sergeants treat some Boots. She went willingly along. Every little motion she made loosened the armor from her body until it was ready to peel off, revealing Charlotte again. She tapped the belt buckle, and the suit flew away without a word from COR. Sometimes things just didn't need to be said. Speaking of both Annabelle and Vix, the two had decided to join the group as well. Charlotte waved them both to walk over to her, smiling at them. "Enjoy the first scene of the school year? I didn't really take part in the ones years before." The hall of heroes surrounded her and all of the other students. Her Grandfather, Tony Stark, and many more all lined hall. No matter how many times she walked through, she was surprised that Pepper didn't get a Rescue statue somewhere, or at the very least a not totally selfish plaque by Tony. Then Mister Lang showed up. She could never really tell with Lang, but was pretty sure that the situation wasn't as dire as he was talking about it like. The boy had been the first to answer Lang's question. Apparently his name was Will. A nice name. Charlotte nodded in agreement and took a small step towards Lang. "I had just gotten there when it burst into the cafeteria. A few of us led it outside and took care of it before it could cause major harm."	Name: Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes Age: 18 Years in the Academy: fourth Ancestors: James Rhodes, Grandfather (War Machine) Powers/Abilities: While Charlotte lacks anything that would qualify as a power, she is rather well versed in mechanical engineering, and has a knack for aviation. The Peace Walker suit is equipped with the Stark Standard hand repulors, unibeam projector, propulsion system, and handy knick-knacks, as well as an additional jump jet system for added mobility both in chase and in combat, heavier, modular armor, and a collapsible laser rifle that can be stored on the suit when not in use. The suit computer system, COR, is always ready to help Charlotte when she needs it. Bio: Doesn't have to be long. How'd you get your powers? Anything important happen in your character's life? Family/Relationships?: Lilly Rhodes, Ne McCoy, her mother and daughter in law to James, was also a rather high ranking member of the Marine Corps, and met her husband in boot camp. She supports her daughter whenever possible, but isn't afraid Charlotte when she's worried for their safety. Terrence Rhodes Jr. James' son who continued in the line of joining the Military. When Stark started the Avengers Academy, he knew that his daughter would have chosen that over just flying planes, and talked to his father and "Uncle Tony" to start working on a suit that might fit Charlotte one day. James Rhodes can be considered that cool grandfather who spoils his granddaughter whenever they meet. He'll always go above and beyond for his family, and has taken every precautionary measure to make sure she grows up right and safe. Annabelle Boltagon - A friend of four years, Charlotte has known Anna since she arrived at the academy. The two are study partners as well, and can get away with teasing or joking about one another without any real worry. Weapons: Chargeable Energy Rifle - a part of the Peace Walker suit, is powered by the Arc Reactor on the suit, and requires charge in order to be of any use. Personality: A stand-up girl in a military family, Charlotte has an interesting set of opinions that could really only be formed by traveling the world like she did. She normally has something to say about something, even if she won't say it out loud. Not everyone is a marine, and not everyone can handle her thoughts or rather crude humor. Though, don't let that fool you. Behind those words is what one would call an absolute nerd. With a library inside her head, she knows a lot about a lot of things, most of that information not as useful as one might think. Who needs to know the exact date of when Space Jame premiered in theaters? Who knows? But she knows it. Other: Charlotte is a big fan of old-school anime, and shares Tony's love for classic rock.
48,129	1,301	31	2,362	1,688	Vix saw the group of people arrive, her classmates. "As you say." Vix followed Annabelle into the group. mr. Lang was the one who meet them questioning about the scene in the cafeteria. It was not interesting to Vix as she had a recording of the events thanks to someone streaming it. Decided to send it to mr. Lang mail. It included the twitter feed that went along as well as links to threads of some students forums who were making conspiracy theories about the whole thing already. As well including a few words of her own opinion with the most likelihood written in the mail. It didnt have to be the most likely situationm but it was the safest bet. Mr. Lang, Most likely a third year student misfire. In greetings Vix That done, she gave a nod to Charlotte, who she recognized first by the armor. It was the first time they would share the same class. Vix curiosity about her raised. A young boy spoke up first. She looked at him, noticing his strained posture and the slight fidgeting. A second long medical and thermal scans explained it to her. The boy named Will had a urgent biological need. Charlotte decided to speak next, moving the attention away from Will. Vix stepped up beside the boy placing her hand softly on his shoulder to get his attention. She had learned enough tact to lean to the boy with a warm smile and whisper. "The toilets are beside the staircase, just down the hall on the left." She pointed it briefly, before moving away to stand and removing her hand from the youngest member of the group. Looking around she spotted Richard with another spider clad student. She gave him a silent greeting with a wave. After the first mishap that she referred to as The sticky incident that happened in her first weeks of her academy days, they become more friendly. He was a nice conversation partner. Vix concluded that the class for the advance program was a nice one.	Name: Vix Age: 17 Appearance: Vix has natural green hair that she dye black, on her forehead is the solar gem, her bangs are always brushed so it would hide it from direct view. She likes wearing makeup as it helps hiding the small lines that go all over her skin wherever her parts meetup. Years in the Academy: 2 Ancestors: Mother: Viv Grandfather: Vision Grandmother: Virginia (deceased) Powers/Abilities: Similarly to her mother, Vix possesses a number of superhuman powers ultimately derived from her artificial substance and metabolism Computer Brain: Vix's brain is a multiprocessor computer, which enables her to wirelessly or directly interact with other computer systems to utilize or extract data from them. This way she can be constantly connected to the Internet, and even act as a Wi-Fi hotspot. As such her eyes have a multi function. They can record normal or thermal video. Or be used as projectors to display data. Density Manipulation: Just like her mother, and grandparents Vix can manipulate her density. Yet when she was build it wasnt used the same blueprint as her mother, instead Viv was trying to make her daughter better, more improved. So instead of the practice tested way, Vix was created with a altered and a more experimental method. She is supposed to be able to: fly, partially or fully become intangible, superhuman strength and become near invisible. All elements for this exist in her body. Yet they arent functional at their full capacity. Instead their efficiency is directly related to Vix psychological and emotional state. Solar Radiation Absorption: The solar jewel on Viv's forehead absorbs ambient solar energy that her body is able to convert directly into usable forms by a process not unlike photosynthesis in plants. The abilty to cast beams from it has been locked until she is either in danger of annihilation or adapts/learns to control her density manipulation fully. Bio: Vix was created by her mother, using her own patterns and that of her human husband. The process of creation had to be adapted and changed to include the characteristics of her human parent. To do this Viv her mother worked hard for a few years. In the end it worked to an extent. She did looked human, her skin normal at first glance. Only if one paid attention, and if she didnt applied make up, you could notice the lines of where the different components meet up. Thougth her hair stubbornly was green in not dyed regularly. She was build as a 17 year old and her first year in existence was fascinating. Her father adored her and her mother and was clear to show it. Her mother a great support in learning the basics of the world. She assumed Vix preferring to use doors the way they were intended to and walk was due her father brain patterns. No one came to the idea to ask Vix to try her powers out. Leaving her freedom to get to know herself at a pace comfortable for her. It was at the beginning of her second year of existence when it happened at a party her family attended. That time was the first real situation she had to use her abilities to help save lives. She was ecstatic to assist her mother and grandfather. Being a hero herself. Her powers failed. In front of her eyes civilians died. People she should have saved. She should have been capable of saving, because she was build like that. It was in well in the range of her parameters. She had to be broken. Next months were spend trying to figure out how to repair her. At her third year it was concluded she wasnt broken and was completely functional. She became more reluctant than ever. Pulling away into the her own mind. She wasnt bored considering that her mind was directly connected to the internet. She wrote and chatted away, focusing on her father and his family. They made mistakes, they were imperfect, they understood. At the end of that year uncle Tony offered a theory. Maybe she was more human than her mother and had to go through the process of learning to use her powers to master them, just like humans would have to. Her fourth year existing, no alive she would correct herself, she was sended to the academy. She decided to try to behave as it would be appropriate to her appearance age. Though she still had a lot of trouble acclimating. Relationships: Annabelle Boltagon: A classmate, shared several subject with her. Neutral.(+1.2) James Victor Rodgers: Has meet several times, hold light conversation. Has not spend much time with. Will be classmate from this year on. Neutral.(+1) Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes / Peace Walker Has heard about her from uncle Tony. Most of what have I been told were positive things. Especially approved was her music choices. Has not the chance to meet her personally. Neutral. (+0.5) Richard "Richie" Parker / Agent Spider 'The sticky incident' during the first weeks of academy. No need for clarifying. Had several active and enjoyable conversations. Friendly (+4.9) Alex Kinney Paired up during combat class. Playing the same game. During winter night Alex shows a good height spot to hang out on. Friendly (+5.1) Weapons: None Personality: Her personality is a mix from her parents. She has the calculated and poker face from her mother side. WHile from her father she was given the preferences to teases, and enter banter. Occasionally prank would be advised to ensures her content status. After the incident she became more silent and annoyed with the world. Even showcasing rebellious behaviour, she cut and dyed her hair black, using the bangs to hide the solar gem in her forehead. As well as starting to smoke. It doesnt affect her at all, and she simple enjoys the pictures and looks it gives her and motions involved in lighting a cig and smoking it. Her father is aware of this, even if he disapproves it, he blames himself more than her as he himself was a smoker until he gave it up for her mother. Other: She has an active internet life, in form of a few personas. She has a profile on freakingcool.com (the fanfiction.com of marvel) And actively post stories and one shots on it. She as well was banned from a few MMO as they wrongly believed she used a computer to cheat...well technically her brain being a supercomputer is kinda cheating, but no way she is admitting that. She has at least three personas she uses to chat with people. The Black.Sys account she uses only to chat with people she trust.
48,130	1,301	32	1,727	876	Will blinked in surprise, blushed a bit, then nodded. "Thanks." He said quietly, forcing a small smile. He'd have to wait to leave until the older man was done interrogating them, but at least now he knew where he was going. As it stood, it seemed like some of the older kids had a pretty solid grasp on what had happened. He hoped whoever made the rocket would fess up quick, because he didn't know how much longer he could wait. And publicly humiliating himself was not a good way to start his first day at Avenger Academy. He listened as a tall girl who couldn't have been any younger than 18 spoke up, adding on to his weak explanation of the situation. At least this was going relatively quickly.	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,131	1,301	33	32	217	Nao groaned inwardly as they walked through the Hall of Heros. He actively avoided this building after his orientation tour. It was a place for legends, those who strode toward the light relentlessly. Nao wasn't like that. He was brought up by the very darkness they swore to fight. He was tainted by it. He felt small in the presence of these legends. During his first year, he nearly left the academy. Between the bullying and ostrigization from the other magical students and the relentless march of remedial classes, Nao felt out of place. He'd missed years of academic and cultural advancement. He discovered music when he was 13. It took him months to acclimate to the idea of cars and even now he couldn't use a computer effectively. He wielded some of the darkest magics in the book and years of training made it almost impossible for his stoic facade to drop. The Hall of Heros served as a reminder of what he wasn't. Two females wandered into the group as the approached the center. His nose twitched as he instinctively felt for their blood. Anyone who regularly practice blood magic developed a sixth sense for blood quality and types since spells were specific and often times you didn't have time to ask questions while stripping the liquid out of another's body. The girl with green skin and tipped ears was obviously inhuman. He didn't need magical senses to tell that. He frowned. The other didn't have a scent to her. Interesting. He shook his head slightly. No, bad Nao. That was an invasion of privacy on the highest level. "Everyone enjoy the little breakfast and show this morning? What in blazes happened down there?" The voice snapped Nao out of his contemplations. Mr. Scott Lang addressed the group. Nao had a hard time getting a feel for the situtation; the man's face betrayed nothing. The young boy stepped forward to explain, followed by Charlotte. They seemed to have covered the basics of the situation, no need for him to get involved. He glanced at his watch and blanched. He'd never skipped class before. A yawn rose unbidden but he managed to stifle it. A sharp pick on his hand reminded him of something. He was still bleeding. He quickly ruffled through his bag, careful not to drip blood inside, and pulled out small band aids. He tipped off each finger.	Name: Nao Saito Age: 17 Years in the Academy: 3 Ancestors: Unknown Powers: Nao wields magic, magics of destruction, death, and misfortune. Although he can learn to wield light magics, they drain him more than others and mostly sticks to brewing potions if he needs something for healing. Black magic, especially blood magic, is his specialty. His magics generally need incantations and components but if riled up, magic rises uncontrolled to devistating effects. Where do I even start? Not a great way to start an application, I guess. I've never put in an application so here it goes. I grew up a bit north of Spokane, Washington. My parents... I don't remember them. I grew up, and I use the phrase loosely, in the possession of a coven from a young age. They kidnapped children with magical aptitude and bound them to the coven owned land. A single thought and our rune marks would flare so painfully most fell unconscious immediately. For a while, I was merely an errand boy. I helped prepare sacrifices, gather ingredients, and prepared new arrivals for their brand. It all changed when I lost my temper. An older boy was stealing my rations for months, teasing and taunting me, and I finally snapped. It was just a whisper. That's all. It left my lips without me knowing really. I don't even know the words today. I can't remember them. But I remember what happened. Blood. Out of his eyes. Out of his ears. From under his nails. And it didn't stop. Didn't stop until his eyes rolled back. I don't remember anything after that. Priestess Theadora took an interest in me after that. She accepted, well took, me as a pupil. She slowly taught me how to read and write Latin, the basics of spellcasting, more advanced rituals and brewings. Blood magic, the mystic arts, summoning, I learned it all over five years before the coven fell apart. The last few nights was practically civil war. The other kids and I hid out and when the sun rose on the third day, the witches were dead as far as we could tell. We ransacked what we could and we seperated, our runes inactive as we passed over the boundaries of their land. Unfortunately, mine is plastered on my forehead. Being marked as a dark witch's property makes making allies and getting a job near impossible. I took odd jobs here and there to make a living. I moved from shelter to shelter, hiding from most people. I think I was around 12 at this point. I only managed to grab a few of my mistress' books and a journal that had the phrase Liber Infinitum etched onto it. I practiced as best as I could without alerting anyone though I nearly got caught a few times. It wasn't a good life. I heard about the Academy on the news. It's the perfect place, somewhere I can practice magic without fear of discovery. A place where I can hone my skills. Some of the things I did... I killed people. I need to atone for that. I need to help stop it. But I can't do it as I am now. Please give me a chance. - taken from the biography section of his academy application Weapons: He doesn't have a weapon but carries around the journal Liber Infinitum, a relic from the lost Library of Alexandra. It seems to fill out an incantation he learns automatically and is only legible to himself. Nao is unaware that it has its own consciousness and knows every spell ever cast. I can overtake Nao's body temporarily when threatened though doing so knocks the boy out for days. Personality: After years of servitude, Nao struggles with expressing himself and tends to give in easily to others demands. His polite demenor rarely slips amd tends to fall back into submissive patterns when uneasy. The best way to tell his emotional state is how his magic reacts unconsciously. He focuses on his studies, sometimes forgetting to eat and sleep. His temper flares when stressed or threatened and resorts to screaming at the problem until it goes away or, in some cases, dies.
48,132	1,301	34	1,243	1,011	Richard jumped down from the drone and high fived Ben. He couldn't leave him hanging. Spider pun not intended. He followed the others to the Hall of Heroes and looked around. No matter how many times he entered this building he was always fascinated. It was like each time he entered he noticed and took in something new. It seemed that others were already here when they arrived. Including Vix. The start of their friendship wa a crazy one. You wouldn't even think they'd become friends after that. She didn't seem to notice him at first and before he could get her attention Scott Lang came on the scene. Or Mr. Lang. By the way he interrupted James, Richard figured that he was probably upset if even just mildly so. When he asked if they enjoyed the show and what happened Richie just shook his head. "I was actually late to the whole thing." Though considering how lax the school seemed with weapons and technology out in the open on campus he was surprised that there weren't accidents more frequently. Dealing with a few accidents a day every day would actually be some good training. Maybe he should try and set that up. Get the more accident prone students to do what they do best. Soon the young wall crawler was lost in thought. He soon remembered where he was and noticed Vix waving at him. He smiled and waved back. This was already getting boring fast. He walked over to Mr. Lang and wrapped his arm around him like they were old pals. "No one got hurt. Well, no one except for James over there and he... you know. You must've asked them here for more than just asking what happened, right? Come on. Get to the good stuff."	Name: Richard "Richie" Parker Age: 17 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 5 Ancestors: Spider-Man (Peter Parker) Powers/Abilities: Organic Webbing Generation: Richard's mutation seemed to be stronger than his grandfather's. They don't know if it's because it skipped a generation with him or if he's a mutant and his x-gene enhanced the Spider abilities within him. Richard is able to generate his own webs from his wrist. He doesn't need to press down on it but does it most of the time just because he feels like it. Wall-Crawling: As it goes Richard can do whatever a spider can and that includes climbing walls. Though this power isn't just limited to climbing walls. It allows him to stick onto mostly anything. He's the current champion at Keep Away. Richard blames his strengthened mutation for this but sometimes he's unable to control this and he'd touch something and randomly stick to it in most of the time a comedic way. The accidental sticking fortunately doesn't work on organic beings so he fortunately hasn't ripped someone's skin off on accident. Though he could do it on purpose if need be. Super Strength: Due to having his powers since he was very young Richard's strength exceeds his grandfather's at his age and he's not even in his prime yet. He's worked to increase his strength by physical weight training because he knew there'd come times when he'd need to be stronger to take down an enemy or save people. He has to however hold back usually severely against weaker enemies and sometimes in moments of excitement his strength gets the better of him. Superhuman Speed: Richard is capable of running and moving at speeds that are far beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Superhuman Stamina: Richard's advanced musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than an ordinary human. This allows him to exert himself physically for much longer periods of time before fatigue begins to impair him. Superhuman Durability: Richard's body is physically tougher and more resistant to some types of injury than the body of a normal human. His body is more resistant to impact forces than anything else. He can withstand great impacts, such as falling from a height of several stories or being struck by an opponent with super strength, that would severely injure or kill a normal human with little to no discomfort. Superhuman Agility: Richard's agility, balance, and bodily coordination are all enhanced to levels that are far beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Healing Factor: Richard has a low-level rapid healing factor. While not on the same level as a mutant with regeneration capabilities, it is sufficiently powerful enough to recover from severe injuries from broken bones and large amounts of tissue damage in a matter of hours. Contaminant Immunity: Due to his accelerated metabolism, Richard has a higher tolerance for drugs and diseases than normal humans, and he can recover from the effects of larger doses rapidly. This fortunately or unfortunately(depending on who you ask) doesn't affect the effects of cannabis and alcohol on him. So he's still able to have a fun time. Superhuman Equilibrium: Richard possesses the ability to achieve a state of perfect equilibrium in any position imaginable. He seems able to adjust his position by instinct, which enables him to balance himself on virtually any object, no matter how small or narrow. Superhuman Reflexes: Richard's reflexes are similarly enhanced and are currently about forty times greater than those of an ordinary human. In combination with his spider-sense, the speed of his reflexes allows him to dodge almost any attack, or even gunfire, given sufficient distance. Spider-Sense: Richard possesses an extrasensory "danger" or "spider" sense which warns him of potential immediate danger by the manifestation of a tingling sensation in the back of his skull, and links with his superhuman kinesthetics, enabling him to evade most any injuries, unless he cognitively overrides his automatic reflexes. Sometimes his Spider-Sense goes off when there's no danger around and it causes him to sometimes second guess it which could prove a danger to himself. With enough training he'll be able to use his spider-sense to track certain radio frequencies like his grandfather could. Genius Level Intellect: Richard inherited more than his powers from his grandfather. He also inherited his brain. He's a certified genius and has shown to have his IQ increasing more and more as he gets older. It's unsure of how smart he'll come to be. Skilled Combatant: Richard was taught the Way of the Spider by both his father and grandfather. And although his father never inherited the powers he was still taught how to defend himself like a spider. It didn't take Richard long to master and put his own spin into the style. He however has not mastered any other forms of martial arts. He was told to learn them on his own so that he could grow into his own person. He has learned to fight more since joining the Academy but hasn't mastered another form. Bio: Life for a rich boy with weird powers? Never easy. Richard's story begins when he was born about a year before New Hydra stepped on the scene. Instead of cutting off the serpent's head why doesn't anyone step on it with a giant shoe? Anyway. Richard was born to Ben "Benjy" Parker and his wife. He was named after his great grandfather. Ben didn't inherit his father's powers but his son did. If anyone asked he'd say that he didn't really want them to begin with. Richard's powers started to develop at the age of four. Even then they could tell that his powers were innately stronger than his grandfather's. Because of this they had a suspicion that he was also born a mutant with the added mutate from the radioactive spider bite passed down to him. They decided not to confirm their suspicions due to New Hydra's campaign against mutants. They felt it better to not know than to put him in even more jeopardy by finding out. Time went on and Richard progressed further in his learning and in his powers. His development was exceeding what they had imagined for him. At age eleven he mastered the Way of the Spider and decided to crawl around the city testing his powers as a low level street vigilante named Agent Spider. He wasn't big on getting in the lime light quite yet. His first month was bad. Even with his training he had trouble and once his father found out what he was doing he asked Mayday to watch over Richard and have him as her sidekick. Working with his aunt made things easier for him but it also helped him learn a lot about what it was meant to be a hero. When he first started working alongside her he was given a necklace with a spider emblem. All he had to do was press the emblem and it formed into his costume. Way easier than hiding it in a backpack or under his clothes. When he was twelve Tony Stark approached him with an offer to join his Academy for up and coming young heroes. Richard didn't hesitate at the offer. There wasn't much regular school could teach him and the thought of learning at the school Tony created was what really intrigued him. The things he could learn and create while studying there was his selling point. He joined the school and it didn't take long for him to become one of the best students there. Even if he didn't always show up to class. During the times school was out he went home to New York to websling with his aunt again and help her out. Each time he came back she always talked about how much he progressed since the last time. This is now his second year in the Next Avengers program though he took a small leave of absence to help Miles train Ben Poole while also receiving training there himself. He didn't want to get rusty and let the Junior Captain think he was better than him. It didn't take long and he rejoined the school when Tony invited Ben to the school. Now the new year is starting and he's ready to web things into gear. Family/Relationships?: Ben Poole: Richard helped train him while also training alongside him. They aren't really close but he considers him family due to the Spider legacy. Weapons: N/A Personality: Richard may be really smart but he isn't a nerd. Well, he doesn't consider himself one at least. When it comes to school and things that don't hold his interest he's really lazy and rushes through it so that he can get it over with. In regular Academy classes he's seen staring at the ceiling if he even decided to show up that day. He's a flirt but not overly so. In his time in the Academy he hasn't had any long term girlfriends and mostly had flings but he's hoping to change that. Richie jokes a lot an even gave himself the added nickname of Rich to Richie so others wouldn't make the joke first. Most of the time when he's joking is in action just like his grandfather though he does it to hide how unsure he is of himself. It's why he chose not to up the mantle of Spider-Man. At least not now at least. He's afraid he wouldn't be able to live up to the name. Though he knows one day it'll come a time where he has to. He cares about his friends and would do anything for them. Even to the point of putting himself in harm's way in training exercises. His father said that would get him killed one day but he reminded him that it was his great responsibility to protect others. Other: Richard is in line to take over his family's company. He has a secret love for comic books despite living the life of those in them. He wants to one day make his own. He hasn't told anyone this.
48,133	1,301	35	92	2,185	Alex watched the group when Scott Lang showed up talking about some 'incident' that happened mere moments ago. He listened for a bit then inserted himself in the conversation, "Come on Mr. Lang. We all know the school has state-of-the-art tech. Is there any real reason to ask these guys when you can just watch some footage. It's the first day. Someone probably just got to anxious or nervous working on some sort of project then lost focus. As long as no one got hurt there is no reason to hold up class. So, please sir." In truth if it hadn't been for the fact that this would hold up his day Alex probably wouldn't have said anything. He looked around at the small group gathered around. A few faces he knew a few he didn't. Alex wasn't the most sociable guy around so most had no clue he even existed unless they were apart of the Next Avengers Program where he was one of the best fighters. He also offered his skills as a sparing partner to anyone who needed it due to his powers. Not many took up the offer though since not many people even know of this offer. Either way he was most likely going to know these people very well soon if he didn't already.	Name: Alex Kinney Age: 20 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 7 Ancestors: TaskMaster is his Uncle. X-23(Laura Kinney) is his mother. He does not know his father due to the man dying when he was young; however, this man is the link to TaskMaster. Photographic Reflexes = Alex has the ability of Photographic Reflexes. He wasn't born with this ability but due to his healing factor his uncle, TaskMaster, took him and began testing on him. TaskMaster tested to see if he could implant his own ability within the boy, and it worked. Alex now can copy any physical action that his body could naturally do. However, due to not naturally being born with this ability Alex can 'forget' how to do the move if he doesn't work to ingrain it into his muscle memory. Superhuman Longevity = Just like most with a healing factor Alex also has a superhuman level of longevity. This causes him to just like Wolverine and X-23 from whom he has DNA of to age slower during his young adult years and further on. Regenerative Healing Factor = Alex has a very strong healing factor due to having DNA of Wolverine and X-23. When TaskMaster did tests on the young boy he did something to increase the power at which Alex's body and mind can recover. It has not been attempted, but before TaskMaster escaped he mentioned that he believed that Alex had a better healing factor than Wolverine. Animalistic Instincts = Similar to Wolverine and X-23 Alex has heightened senses in the form of various animals. He has faster reflexes, stronger sense of smell, better eyesight, and an innate sense of incoming danger. Alex has yet to train these senses to their peak potential so as of right now they feel more of a nuisance until he fully understands what he is sensing. Hyper Speed = The only ability that Alex can call his own is his speed. Not quite the levels of those such as Quicksilver, but still faster than the average human if only a few MPH's higher. TaskMaster estimated that if he trained his speed that Alex could quite possibly reach Mach 1, but so far Alex has maxed out at 48 MPH. A side note is that Alex is fairly intelligent. This is primarily because TaskMaster drilled various lessons into the boy's mind. He learned a lot and retain nearly all of it. Bio: At a young age Alex's life began fairly normal. His father died when he was young so he only knew of his mother Laura as his family. At the time he didn't even know her link to Wolverine or about her powers. Once his abilities started to show themselves she told him everything. It was a lot for a seven year old to take in, but it caused him to have a strong desire to help people. Unfortunately, within the next year TaskMaster showed up. Still using the name Tony Masters he told the young Alex that he was the young boys uncle having been the brother of his dead father, the last person that had been living who knew Taskmaster's true identity. When Laura found out TaskMaster had shown up she forbid Alex to interact with him. Unfortunately, there was nothing either could do to stop TaskMaster from following out his plans. The man kidnapped Alex and took him to an old Weapon X facility. There he performed various tests on Alex implanting DNA in him and altering the already preexisting DNA. He taught the boy various things and began attempting to brainwash him. This was very difficult due to the boys healing factor. It took nearly three years, but Laura along with a few other superheroes eventually found the location where TaskMaster had been hiding the boy. TaskMaster had been outside the facility when the heroes showed up and therefore got away. All of this harshly affected the young boy. A close watch was kept on him after he and his mother moved to Xavier's School in order to keep him safe. Eventually Alex got sick of being stuck in the same place and he tried to run away. He was easily caught by Wolverine who came up with a compromise of placing him in the Avengers Academy. Laura was scared to part ways with her son when TaskMaster was still at large, but she realized that he should be safe with the Avengers close by rather than him continuously trying to run away. Alex only agreed as long as they kept his identity as secret as possible which was agreed to. Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional! Weapons: Since TaskMaster planned on working alongside Alex and rebuilding his crime syndicate he used his leftover connections to get Alex a Vibranium-Adamantium alloy Ninjato and a small collapsible Kendo Stick. Personality: To most Alex appears cold and standoffish, but those who know him well realize he is just a quiet guy. He can seem rude but that is only because he is very direct and rarely lets bias change how he deals with things unless he REALLY dislikes someone like his uncle. He is fiercely loyal and if someone hurts or wrongs someone he cares about he will defend them, but he rarely defends himself. He really wants to help others but doesn't feel as if he will be any real help. Other: Has an overbearing desire for revenge against TaskMaster.
48,134	1,301	36	2,321	94	Mark took stock of the situation as everyone else made sure no one was hurt. Not being much of a people person, he focused himself on making sure no dangerous compounds were released by the rocket. Mark felt an odd itching sensation in his eyes as Euclid took over his optical senses. After a cursory scan, he was certain there weren't any harmful compounds released by the rocket. Return Euclid to its inactive state, he noticed Mr. Lang had sent a security drone to collect them. Great. His first day back and there was already problems. Not one to engage in conversation, he kept quiet as he made his way to the Hall of Heroes. Mark noticed a number of other students he recognized from the Next Avengers Program also making their way to the Hall. Keeping to the rear, he followed them all in to meet with Mr. Lang. As everyone answered his questions, Mark kept quiet in the back. They could all sum up what happened. He figured he'd just wait until it was time for class.	Name: Mark Westbrook Age: 18 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 4 Powers/Abilities: Mark has bonded with a strange sort of cybernetic symbiote. It allows him to manifest a suit of armor over his body, and convert his body parts into different weapons and tools. The trick, however, is that he needs to understand precisely how the augmentation is supposed to look and function, otherwise it contorts his body into rather painful forms. Fortunately, the symbiote seems to have a number of preset forms it has presented to Mark, giving him something to work with while he sorts out working his armor. Current presets include: Converting his arm into a Pulse Canon Ejecting "whip swords" from his wrists Back mounted Jetpack Bio: Born and raised in a small town in Indiana, Mark Westbrook took a serious interest in engineering at an early age. Wanting to use his talents to help people, he attempted to apply to the Avengers Academy at the age of 12. Unfortunately, his parents didn't think he was cut out for it, and didn't let him send his application. Not one to give up so easily, Mark instead started looking into opportunities to learn more advanced engineering from Stark Industries. While walking home from school at the age of 14, taking a roundabout route, he encountered a crashed armored truck. Not realizing the truck belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., Mark ran over to try to help. While attempting to pull out the passengers, he made contact with a strange liquid that began to fuse with his body painfully. He passed out on the road, was found by a passing police officer, and brought home. Over the course of the week, Mark tried t hide the strange metallic appendages altering his body, but of course was found by a Shield recovery team. He learned from them that the metal liquid was some sort of mechanical symbiote they found in a crashed alien ship. When it was determined that the symbiote had permanently bonded to him, and was offered a choice. He could either be placed under constant supervision by Shield, or be enrolled into Avengers Academy. Mark chose the latter. After several.... painful incidents with his symbiote, he managed to learn about the presets in the memories of the symbiote. Finally able to make some progress, he quickly rose into the Advanced Training Program. Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional! Personality: Mark has the distinct disadvantage of being particularly shy. He doesn't tend to try to stand out too much, and is very quiet around people he doesn't know well. He only really interacts with people he knows particularly well, and even then doesn't say much. Of course, that's when he isn't talking about engineering. Mark is incredibly passionate about engineering, and can go on for longer then most would listen about it. However, when Mark manifests his armor, which he has named Euclid, its like he steps into a second personality too. He suddenly becomes more confident, and far less hesitant. He isn't sure if this is part of the symbiote, or if he just feels more comfortable with his powers active. Other: Mark has begun applying his lessons on engineering to symbiote, and works on thinking of new tools and weapons he can manifest.
48,135	1,301	37	1,154	1,925	Everyone had a say on what happened in the cafeteria, and the more everyone spoke the more Lang seemed to be a bit irritated. James was wondering what he was getting at, and why exactly he was asking. Like everyone said, it was caught on cameras all over the place. phones, security cameras, drones on the scene... Before James could get his explanation, he interrupted everyone. "Yes, yes, I get it, a ton of cameras, no one was hurt, that's fine and all, but that's not what I'm asking. A floating screen flew into the room, showing the the "highlights" of the whole situation this morning. "Like Mr. Parker said, I'm not an idiot who doesn't know how to look online to the top trending youtube video this morning. Uncoordination, reckless leaps of faith, waiting to join in until absolutely necessary! What kind of team works like that? Rogers, I'm guessing you were praying for someone to grab that rocket before it blew up on the ceiling and killed a ton of students? Miss Rhodes, jumping on to the damn thing could have triggered something in the already malfunctioning rocket! and Poole just stood there watching the thing! The only real good thing you remembered was listening to the grandson of Steve Rogers, and working together to stop the debris... So, I ask again. What happened?" "With all due respect, sir, Grandpa Rogers told me stories of how the founding members couldn't seem to cooperate well at first... We're still trying our best. Mark took the initiative after I swatted the rocket away... Nao, Charlotte, and everyone worked together to keep any other students from getting hurt or involved because we are still trying to figure ourselves out and everyone else. We'll do better next time." James' fist was clenched the whole time. He knew Scott Lang knew what he was talking about, but yelling at everyone for being in a school to learn how to use their powers because they didn't cooperate was a bit unfair. "Very poetic, James... Just like your granddad. I don't need the speech. You are all... well, almost all he glanced at Will "are the next generation to take the mantle of heroes. We can't let miscommunication be the reason the world ends... You did well, but you need to do better! Any Questions?"	Name: James Victor Rogers Age: 18 Years in the Academy: 6 Ancestors: Steve Rogers(Captain America) , James Howlett(Wolverine) Powers/Abilities: Although he was born with his gifts, James hasn't fully mastered any of these powers. He still has a lot to learn. Peak human strength, agility, and reflexes -Since his mother's dad was Captain America, James also possessed some of the Super Soldier Serum in his blood, giving him the power to be at perfect human performance. Master tactician -While both his parents and grandparents are military veterans, James is a natural at leadership and command. He finds the strengths and weaknesses of every situation and team mates, and uses it to the best of his ability. Accelerated Healing factor -Wolverine's healing factor skipped a generation and went into James. James regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. In addition to accelerated healing of physical traumas, his healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins. The speed at which he recovers is dependent on the wounds he gets. Minor cuts, or stabs heal almost instantly, but bullet wounds, and deep cuts could take minutes up to hours to days to fully heal. It is also important to note that James has never been injured to extreme points, or tried to test his limits. He doesn't plan on seeing how far his healing can go. Heightened instincts, and senses -Wolverine also passed down his sense of instincts, being able to sense something wrong, picking up on scents, and if angered, he will be nearly unstoppable. His rage at this point though can leave him vulnerable in many cases. Bio: I've had a lot to live up to. My parents were in the Peace Corps after Avengers and other super heroes joined forces to finally defeat the major crime organizations and villains. My mom was the daughter of Captain America and Sharon Carter, and my dad was the son of Wolverine and and a rancher he met in the desert in California. My parents had their own abilities, so it was no surprise when mine started to show at a young age. I grew up in a world where mutants and humans were one, they lived peacefully, and we did for years. But like I said, I had a lot to live up to. At the age of 4, there was a giant movement that shocked the world. HYDRA had reformed, it surprised everyone since Johann Schmidt had finally been thought to be dead. My grandfather who was now older than he was, felt responsible and started to fight against them alone. To everyone's shock, it turned out my mother was behind the new movement... Grandpa Rogers eventually stopped her, and ended the movement. She was sent to a maximum security prison, and I was left to be raised by my father, and my grandparents, as well as friends of the family, but no one looked at me or my dad the same. When I was 12, I did what anyone did at the time: enlist in the Avengers Academy, which is like a high school, but add super hero classes into it, and dangerous games of dodgeball. For six years people either treated me as if I was some sort of god, or they were afraid that I'd be like my mom and start attacking everyone... I tried to just do my best, and focus on doing what I can for the world. I am one of the top in my class, and so I was invited to join the Advanced Training Program, to essentially become an Avenger if the world ever needed them again. I don't want to let anyone down. Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know! Annabelle Boltagon -Anna and James are friends, but have only had a few exchanges in their lives. James doesn't really like Anna's "I'm better than everyone" way of thinking, and he let's her know that. One day during her first year of the academy she was getting harassed by a group of kids making fun of her physical appearance. James quickly put an end to that, and have grown respect for each other. Weapons: Grandpa Rogers taught me how to fight with shields, and gave me my own one when I was strong enough to carry it. This Shield has the ability to produce an energy blade at the bottom half, and split into two, making two shields going on both hands (top half is mostly a shield, bottom half has the energy blade). Personality: James is very much like his grandfather Steve. He has a deep sense of responsibility, and does his best to help others. He hates people who think they're better than everyone, and due to his other grandfather, he has a bit of a temper if provoked. He doesn't let anyone talk poorly of his friends, and especially his family, but at the same time he's ashamed of what his mother did. He tries to keep the balance of being respectful and honorable, and giving in to his anger and instincts. Other: Has a habit of saying "Bub" a lot when angered.. "Thanks Grandpa Logan"
48,136	1,301	38	1,894	5,787	So it was a chewing out. That little step that Charlotte had taken was immediately undone as Lang went off. Yes, James should have started the action and called in some people to direct it out first. However, it was when the man mentioned Charlotte that she looked down. They were in the advanced training program, yeah, but they were still learning the rights and wrongs of how to act. All of that was a learned experience, if Charlotte's grandfather had told her anything about rising to be a hero. It was bad judgement on her part. She wasn't the most capable to handle redirecting a rocket, and she also made a bad call on summoning only her arms first. She should have summoned the entire suit and tried to take a scan of it first. That would have let them know if it was dangerous or not. However, she was a little mad that Lang didn't even mention how she took a stand too, to help formulate a plan with James. Listen to the grandson of Steve Rogers. Lang couldn't even call James by his own name the first time around. It was the little things like that which kept her from calling him Mister Lang. She was almost going to let her smart ass ask a question, but she knew it wouldn't have earned her, or the group as a whole, any points. If she would have said something, it would have twisted Lang's words around to make them seem a bit more pep-talk-y. James making the safe call of allowing someone more qualified to stop a missile take the first step? Herself redirecting the missile as best she could with her own thrusters? Poole unsure of his own ability, so stepping back unless they really needed him? From what she heard, Lang used to be a smartaleck back in the day, so he could probably out-quip her, and most of the people in the room, military background or not. "So... What's the penalty? Or does the pep-talk part negate the chewing-out part of this little gathering?" Of course she couldn't not say anything.	Name: Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes Age: 18 Years in the Academy: fourth Ancestors: James Rhodes, Grandfather (War Machine) Powers/Abilities: While Charlotte lacks anything that would qualify as a power, she is rather well versed in mechanical engineering, and has a knack for aviation. The Peace Walker suit is equipped with the Stark Standard hand repulors, unibeam projector, propulsion system, and handy knick-knacks, as well as an additional jump jet system for added mobility both in chase and in combat, heavier, modular armor, and a collapsible laser rifle that can be stored on the suit when not in use. The suit computer system, COR, is always ready to help Charlotte when she needs it. Bio: Doesn't have to be long. How'd you get your powers? Anything important happen in your character's life? Family/Relationships?: Lilly Rhodes, Ne McCoy, her mother and daughter in law to James, was also a rather high ranking member of the Marine Corps, and met her husband in boot camp. She supports her daughter whenever possible, but isn't afraid Charlotte when she's worried for their safety. Terrence Rhodes Jr. James' son who continued in the line of joining the Military. When Stark started the Avengers Academy, he knew that his daughter would have chosen that over just flying planes, and talked to his father and "Uncle Tony" to start working on a suit that might fit Charlotte one day. James Rhodes can be considered that cool grandfather who spoils his granddaughter whenever they meet. He'll always go above and beyond for his family, and has taken every precautionary measure to make sure she grows up right and safe. Annabelle Boltagon - A friend of four years, Charlotte has known Anna since she arrived at the academy. The two are study partners as well, and can get away with teasing or joking about one another without any real worry. Weapons: Chargeable Energy Rifle - a part of the Peace Walker suit, is powered by the Arc Reactor on the suit, and requires charge in order to be of any use. Personality: A stand-up girl in a military family, Charlotte has an interesting set of opinions that could really only be formed by traveling the world like she did. She normally has something to say about something, even if she won't say it out loud. Not everyone is a marine, and not everyone can handle her thoughts or rather crude humor. Though, don't let that fool you. Behind those words is what one would call an absolute nerd. With a library inside her head, she knows a lot about a lot of things, most of that information not as useful as one might think. Who needs to know the exact date of when Space Jame premiered in theaters? Who knows? But she knows it. Other: Charlotte is a big fan of old-school anime, and shares Tony's love for classic rock.
48,137	1,301	39	1,727	876	Will said nothing, mostly just waiting for an opportunity to leave. He had a lot of places he'd rather be than here, namely the bathroom, but after that he wanted to have a chance to unpack his stuff before class. The ten year old silently edged his way to the back of the small group of students, anxiously chewing on the end of his jacket sleeve. His other hand twirled strands of his dark brown hair, his gaze cast on the ground although he was still technically paying attention. He didn't have a lot to do with the situation with the rocket, other than almost being its victim, so he wasn't quite sure why he had to be here.	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,138	1,301	40	2,362	1,688	Vix listened to what was said. So it was the lack of teamwork and civilian evacuation what bothered mr. Lang. She could understand the why he was angry about it... One mistake and someone may have died only because no one lead the people out of the breakfast hall for example. Or called back up to clear up the range from bystanders where they wanted the rocket to explode. Or someone powers didnt work and they failed when they were relied on to save the same civilians... She stopped that train of thinking, refocusing. She could help with simulation of situations to improve upon weaknesses of strategy, powers and abilities, but she only could give that to the people she knew how they fought. Had recorded enough useful data about them. She didnt know anyone in this room how they fought at that level. Minus two people Alexs with which she was paired up often in combat class, and Richard on a few occasions she spared with. As James commented and the professor responded to him she decided against pointing out that the first Avengers only came together as a group after someone died, at least that what the files she was given by her mother and grandfather read. And even then it wasnt always the perfect example of teamwork. The school idea was to teach them not to have same mistakes. To fix it. Vix raised her hand just after Charlotte spoke. "How about instead of punishment, we increases the number of team building lessons, communications and trust exercises? As those are the lacking fields. And another question, when exactly is the start of today classes?" According to her information it should have started a few minutes earlier, but then again they didnt and here Mr. Lang was pointing out the mistakes of the most recent accident. She wanted to know if they were pushed back, and if the classes were delayed she would so log into the game and farm vampire sea eagle drops for potions. She really felt like doing it.	Name: Vix Age: 17 Appearance: Vix has natural green hair that she dye black, on her forehead is the solar gem, her bangs are always brushed so it would hide it from direct view. She likes wearing makeup as it helps hiding the small lines that go all over her skin wherever her parts meetup. Years in the Academy: 2 Ancestors: Mother: Viv Grandfather: Vision Grandmother: Virginia (deceased) Powers/Abilities: Similarly to her mother, Vix possesses a number of superhuman powers ultimately derived from her artificial substance and metabolism Computer Brain: Vix's brain is a multiprocessor computer, which enables her to wirelessly or directly interact with other computer systems to utilize or extract data from them. This way she can be constantly connected to the Internet, and even act as a Wi-Fi hotspot. As such her eyes have a multi function. They can record normal or thermal video. Or be used as projectors to display data. Density Manipulation: Just like her mother, and grandparents Vix can manipulate her density. Yet when she was build it wasnt used the same blueprint as her mother, instead Viv was trying to make her daughter better, more improved. So instead of the practice tested way, Vix was created with a altered and a more experimental method. She is supposed to be able to: fly, partially or fully become intangible, superhuman strength and become near invisible. All elements for this exist in her body. Yet they arent functional at their full capacity. Instead their efficiency is directly related to Vix psychological and emotional state. Solar Radiation Absorption: The solar jewel on Viv's forehead absorbs ambient solar energy that her body is able to convert directly into usable forms by a process not unlike photosynthesis in plants. The abilty to cast beams from it has been locked until she is either in danger of annihilation or adapts/learns to control her density manipulation fully. Bio: Vix was created by her mother, using her own patterns and that of her human husband. The process of creation had to be adapted and changed to include the characteristics of her human parent. To do this Viv her mother worked hard for a few years. In the end it worked to an extent. She did looked human, her skin normal at first glance. Only if one paid attention, and if she didnt applied make up, you could notice the lines of where the different components meet up. Thougth her hair stubbornly was green in not dyed regularly. She was build as a 17 year old and her first year in existence was fascinating. Her father adored her and her mother and was clear to show it. Her mother a great support in learning the basics of the world. She assumed Vix preferring to use doors the way they were intended to and walk was due her father brain patterns. No one came to the idea to ask Vix to try her powers out. Leaving her freedom to get to know herself at a pace comfortable for her. It was at the beginning of her second year of existence when it happened at a party her family attended. That time was the first real situation she had to use her abilities to help save lives. She was ecstatic to assist her mother and grandfather. Being a hero herself. Her powers failed. In front of her eyes civilians died. People she should have saved. She should have been capable of saving, because she was build like that. It was in well in the range of her parameters. She had to be broken. Next months were spend trying to figure out how to repair her. At her third year it was concluded she wasnt broken and was completely functional. She became more reluctant than ever. Pulling away into the her own mind. She wasnt bored considering that her mind was directly connected to the internet. She wrote and chatted away, focusing on her father and his family. They made mistakes, they were imperfect, they understood. At the end of that year uncle Tony offered a theory. Maybe she was more human than her mother and had to go through the process of learning to use her powers to master them, just like humans would have to. Her fourth year existing, no alive she would correct herself, she was sended to the academy. She decided to try to behave as it would be appropriate to her appearance age. Though she still had a lot of trouble acclimating. Relationships: Annabelle Boltagon: A classmate, shared several subject with her. Neutral.(+1.2) James Victor Rodgers: Has meet several times, hold light conversation. Has not spend much time with. Will be classmate from this year on. Neutral.(+1) Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes / Peace Walker Has heard about her from uncle Tony. Most of what have I been told were positive things. Especially approved was her music choices. Has not the chance to meet her personally. Neutral. (+0.5) Richard "Richie" Parker / Agent Spider 'The sticky incident' during the first weeks of academy. No need for clarifying. Had several active and enjoyable conversations. Friendly (+4.9) Alex Kinney Paired up during combat class. Playing the same game. During winter night Alex shows a good height spot to hang out on. Friendly (+5.1) Weapons: None Personality: Her personality is a mix from her parents. She has the calculated and poker face from her mother side. WHile from her father she was given the preferences to teases, and enter banter. Occasionally prank would be advised to ensures her content status. After the incident she became more silent and annoyed with the world. Even showcasing rebellious behaviour, she cut and dyed her hair black, using the bangs to hide the solar gem in her forehead. As well as starting to smoke. It doesnt affect her at all, and she simple enjoys the pictures and looks it gives her and motions involved in lighting a cig and smoking it. Her father is aware of this, even if he disapproves it, he blames himself more than her as he himself was a smoker until he gave it up for her mother. Other: She has an active internet life, in form of a few personas. She has a profile on freakingcool.com (the fanfiction.com of marvel) And actively post stories and one shots on it. She as well was banned from a few MMO as they wrongly believed she used a computer to cheat...well technically her brain being a supercomputer is kinda cheating, but no way she is admitting that. She has at least three personas she uses to chat with people. The Black.Sys account she uses only to chat with people she trust.
48,139	1,301	41	1,880	1,108	Being called out on his inactivity caused Ben to shy away, back to his timid self. He stayed quiet throughout the lecture, not once piping up. He never once considered being part of a team before. Perhaps that was why he was sitting back. He knew that the team would handle things... but if he was another cog in their team... Ben pondered this as Vix suggested increasing the lessons in team work. Ben piped in. "Yeah. If we're meant to be a team, perhaps it'd be better if we learned how. Remember, I've been going solo for the first little while until I enrolled here." Ben got back to a bit of a cocky attitude, but not enough in the hopes of not pissing off Scott.	Name: Ben Poole Age: 18 Appearance: Civvie and Spiderman Beyond Years in the Academy: Six months Ancestors: Gwenpool (Mother) Powers/Abilities: He lacks any super powers, due to his mom not having powers of her own. However, when he inherited the title of Spiderman from Miles, he also inherited his web shooters, plus modifications to the suit to allow for web crawling (via super adhesive gloves) and a built in vibrator inside the mask that activates when danger is near to simulate Spider Sense. The suit can also allow him to camouflage. Bio: When Ben Poole was born, his mother had high hopes for him to be a super hero. So much hopes in fact, that she hired a professional, Wade Wilson, to set up a situation where Gwen is seemingly killed so that it could overwhelm Ben with so much duress that he’d become a superhero. It worked… but it traumatized Ben so much that he ran away from the alleyway that his mom “died” in and never looked back. However, he bumped into Miles Morales as Ultimate Spiderman, who was in the middle of apprehending a criminal. At the time, Miles had been considering retiring, since, even though he started his career as a teen, still felt the age that most other heroes went through. After hearing of what happened to his mother, Miles, being convinced that he needs to pass the torch, decided to teach Ben Poole how to be a hero. When it came time to pass the torch, Miles and Ben modified the suit to benefit Ben’s lack of any spider powers. It took about a week of crime fighting before he got the eye of Tony Stark. After failing to stop a robber, Ben was approached by Tony Stark to master his craft of super heroing. And thus, Spiderman Beyond was born. Family/Relationships?: Miles Morales is a father figure to Ben and his mentor. Miles’ relation to Ben’s mother was… strained... Miles, however, taught Ben in the ways of being a hero in the hopes that he doesn’t get as crazy as his mom. Weapons: The only weapon Ben has is that his gloves also have venomous stingers attached to them to simulate poisonous bites. Personality: Ben is timid and shy, only being assertive when he’s in the Spiderman Beyond outfit. That said, he does have a lust for revenge that he kept hidden from Miles. This lust for revenge sometimes causes him to be more than assertive and act headstrong. Other: Has no idea his mom is still alive.
48,140	1,301	42	1,243	1,011	Richard was right and knew it was more than just asking what happened. He was chewing them out and he looked around at the reactions of the others as he did so. He noticed Ben's personal retreat and removed his arm from around Mister Lang. He didn't want to sound cocky but he was sure that if he was there the situation would've gone a lot smoother. He decided to keep that to himself. It wasn't the time to praise himself. Especially when the others were being scolded and in some ways belittled. He listened to Vix and Ben and chiped in after them. "They're right. Put us to the test and let us change your opinion. I suggest we do a simulation right now." Even though he wasn't part of the original situation there was no way he was going to miss out on this. This would've been good for all of them. Especially those that weren't actually in the program yet.	Name: Richard "Richie" Parker Age: 17 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 5 Ancestors: Spider-Man (Peter Parker) Powers/Abilities: Organic Webbing Generation: Richard's mutation seemed to be stronger than his grandfather's. They don't know if it's because it skipped a generation with him or if he's a mutant and his x-gene enhanced the Spider abilities within him. Richard is able to generate his own webs from his wrist. He doesn't need to press down on it but does it most of the time just because he feels like it. Wall-Crawling: As it goes Richard can do whatever a spider can and that includes climbing walls. Though this power isn't just limited to climbing walls. It allows him to stick onto mostly anything. He's the current champion at Keep Away. Richard blames his strengthened mutation for this but sometimes he's unable to control this and he'd touch something and randomly stick to it in most of the time a comedic way. The accidental sticking fortunately doesn't work on organic beings so he fortunately hasn't ripped someone's skin off on accident. Though he could do it on purpose if need be. Super Strength: Due to having his powers since he was very young Richard's strength exceeds his grandfather's at his age and he's not even in his prime yet. He's worked to increase his strength by physical weight training because he knew there'd come times when he'd need to be stronger to take down an enemy or save people. He has to however hold back usually severely against weaker enemies and sometimes in moments of excitement his strength gets the better of him. Superhuman Speed: Richard is capable of running and moving at speeds that are far beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Superhuman Stamina: Richard's advanced musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than an ordinary human. This allows him to exert himself physically for much longer periods of time before fatigue begins to impair him. Superhuman Durability: Richard's body is physically tougher and more resistant to some types of injury than the body of a normal human. His body is more resistant to impact forces than anything else. He can withstand great impacts, such as falling from a height of several stories or being struck by an opponent with super strength, that would severely injure or kill a normal human with little to no discomfort. Superhuman Agility: Richard's agility, balance, and bodily coordination are all enhanced to levels that are far beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Healing Factor: Richard has a low-level rapid healing factor. While not on the same level as a mutant with regeneration capabilities, it is sufficiently powerful enough to recover from severe injuries from broken bones and large amounts of tissue damage in a matter of hours. Contaminant Immunity: Due to his accelerated metabolism, Richard has a higher tolerance for drugs and diseases than normal humans, and he can recover from the effects of larger doses rapidly. This fortunately or unfortunately(depending on who you ask) doesn't affect the effects of cannabis and alcohol on him. So he's still able to have a fun time. Superhuman Equilibrium: Richard possesses the ability to achieve a state of perfect equilibrium in any position imaginable. He seems able to adjust his position by instinct, which enables him to balance himself on virtually any object, no matter how small or narrow. Superhuman Reflexes: Richard's reflexes are similarly enhanced and are currently about forty times greater than those of an ordinary human. In combination with his spider-sense, the speed of his reflexes allows him to dodge almost any attack, or even gunfire, given sufficient distance. Spider-Sense: Richard possesses an extrasensory "danger" or "spider" sense which warns him of potential immediate danger by the manifestation of a tingling sensation in the back of his skull, and links with his superhuman kinesthetics, enabling him to evade most any injuries, unless he cognitively overrides his automatic reflexes. Sometimes his Spider-Sense goes off when there's no danger around and it causes him to sometimes second guess it which could prove a danger to himself. With enough training he'll be able to use his spider-sense to track certain radio frequencies like his grandfather could. Genius Level Intellect: Richard inherited more than his powers from his grandfather. He also inherited his brain. He's a certified genius and has shown to have his IQ increasing more and more as he gets older. It's unsure of how smart he'll come to be. Skilled Combatant: Richard was taught the Way of the Spider by both his father and grandfather. And although his father never inherited the powers he was still taught how to defend himself like a spider. It didn't take Richard long to master and put his own spin into the style. He however has not mastered any other forms of martial arts. He was told to learn them on his own so that he could grow into his own person. He has learned to fight more since joining the Academy but hasn't mastered another form. Bio: Life for a rich boy with weird powers? Never easy. Richard's story begins when he was born about a year before New Hydra stepped on the scene. Instead of cutting off the serpent's head why doesn't anyone step on it with a giant shoe? Anyway. Richard was born to Ben "Benjy" Parker and his wife. He was named after his great grandfather. Ben didn't inherit his father's powers but his son did. If anyone asked he'd say that he didn't really want them to begin with. Richard's powers started to develop at the age of four. Even then they could tell that his powers were innately stronger than his grandfather's. Because of this they had a suspicion that he was also born a mutant with the added mutate from the radioactive spider bite passed down to him. They decided not to confirm their suspicions due to New Hydra's campaign against mutants. They felt it better to not know than to put him in even more jeopardy by finding out. Time went on and Richard progressed further in his learning and in his powers. His development was exceeding what they had imagined for him. At age eleven he mastered the Way of the Spider and decided to crawl around the city testing his powers as a low level street vigilante named Agent Spider. He wasn't big on getting in the lime light quite yet. His first month was bad. Even with his training he had trouble and once his father found out what he was doing he asked Mayday to watch over Richard and have him as her sidekick. Working with his aunt made things easier for him but it also helped him learn a lot about what it was meant to be a hero. When he first started working alongside her he was given a necklace with a spider emblem. All he had to do was press the emblem and it formed into his costume. Way easier than hiding it in a backpack or under his clothes. When he was twelve Tony Stark approached him with an offer to join his Academy for up and coming young heroes. Richard didn't hesitate at the offer. There wasn't much regular school could teach him and the thought of learning at the school Tony created was what really intrigued him. The things he could learn and create while studying there was his selling point. He joined the school and it didn't take long for him to become one of the best students there. Even if he didn't always show up to class. During the times school was out he went home to New York to websling with his aunt again and help her out. Each time he came back she always talked about how much he progressed since the last time. This is now his second year in the Next Avengers program though he took a small leave of absence to help Miles train Ben Poole while also receiving training there himself. He didn't want to get rusty and let the Junior Captain think he was better than him. It didn't take long and he rejoined the school when Tony invited Ben to the school. Now the new year is starting and he's ready to web things into gear. Family/Relationships?: Ben Poole: Richard helped train him while also training alongside him. They aren't really close but he considers him family due to the Spider legacy. Weapons: N/A Personality: Richard may be really smart but he isn't a nerd. Well, he doesn't consider himself one at least. When it comes to school and things that don't hold his interest he's really lazy and rushes through it so that he can get it over with. In regular Academy classes he's seen staring at the ceiling if he even decided to show up that day. He's a flirt but not overly so. In his time in the Academy he hasn't had any long term girlfriends and mostly had flings but he's hoping to change that. Richie jokes a lot an even gave himself the added nickname of Rich to Richie so others wouldn't make the joke first. Most of the time when he's joking is in action just like his grandfather though he does it to hide how unsure he is of himself. It's why he chose not to up the mantle of Spider-Man. At least not now at least. He's afraid he wouldn't be able to live up to the name. Though he knows one day it'll come a time where he has to. He cares about his friends and would do anything for them. Even to the point of putting himself in harm's way in training exercises. His father said that would get him killed one day but he reminded him that it was his great responsibility to protect others. Other: Richard is in line to take over his family's company. He has a secret love for comic books despite living the life of those in them. He wants to one day make his own. He hasn't told anyone this.
48,141	1,301	43	32	217	Nao shuffled his feet a little as Mr. Lang went on, flinching at the waiting until the last second comment. Definitely him. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, it was more that he'd never had to be involved before. Really, he thought it would be heroic enough if he could actually pass a math class without extra tutoring this year. Seriously, who thought anyone would actually need the pythagorean theorem outside of a test. Nao nodded as a few of the group suggested simulations. If working together was an issue, better to throw everyone into a situation to work out the kinks. Plus, he'd never had the opportunity to work with people that weren't trying to hurt others. Actually, it's more like he avoided it like the plague. But he had to start somewhere.	Name: Nao Saito Age: 17 Years in the Academy: 3 Ancestors: Unknown Powers: Nao wields magic, magics of destruction, death, and misfortune. Although he can learn to wield light magics, they drain him more than others and mostly sticks to brewing potions if he needs something for healing. Black magic, especially blood magic, is his specialty. His magics generally need incantations and components but if riled up, magic rises uncontrolled to devistating effects. Where do I even start? Not a great way to start an application, I guess. I've never put in an application so here it goes. I grew up a bit north of Spokane, Washington. My parents... I don't remember them. I grew up, and I use the phrase loosely, in the possession of a coven from a young age. They kidnapped children with magical aptitude and bound them to the coven owned land. A single thought and our rune marks would flare so painfully most fell unconscious immediately. For a while, I was merely an errand boy. I helped prepare sacrifices, gather ingredients, and prepared new arrivals for their brand. It all changed when I lost my temper. An older boy was stealing my rations for months, teasing and taunting me, and I finally snapped. It was just a whisper. That's all. It left my lips without me knowing really. I don't even know the words today. I can't remember them. But I remember what happened. Blood. Out of his eyes. Out of his ears. From under his nails. And it didn't stop. Didn't stop until his eyes rolled back. I don't remember anything after that. Priestess Theadora took an interest in me after that. She accepted, well took, me as a pupil. She slowly taught me how to read and write Latin, the basics of spellcasting, more advanced rituals and brewings. Blood magic, the mystic arts, summoning, I learned it all over five years before the coven fell apart. The last few nights was practically civil war. The other kids and I hid out and when the sun rose on the third day, the witches were dead as far as we could tell. We ransacked what we could and we seperated, our runes inactive as we passed over the boundaries of their land. Unfortunately, mine is plastered on my forehead. Being marked as a dark witch's property makes making allies and getting a job near impossible. I took odd jobs here and there to make a living. I moved from shelter to shelter, hiding from most people. I think I was around 12 at this point. I only managed to grab a few of my mistress' books and a journal that had the phrase Liber Infinitum etched onto it. I practiced as best as I could without alerting anyone though I nearly got caught a few times. It wasn't a good life. I heard about the Academy on the news. It's the perfect place, somewhere I can practice magic without fear of discovery. A place where I can hone my skills. Some of the things I did... I killed people. I need to atone for that. I need to help stop it. But I can't do it as I am now. Please give me a chance. - taken from the biography section of his academy application Weapons: He doesn't have a weapon but carries around the journal Liber Infinitum, a relic from the lost Library of Alexandra. It seems to fill out an incantation he learns automatically and is only legible to himself. Nao is unaware that it has its own consciousness and knows every spell ever cast. I can overtake Nao's body temporarily when threatened though doing so knocks the boy out for days. Personality: After years of servitude, Nao struggles with expressing himself and tends to give in easily to others demands. His polite demenor rarely slips amd tends to fall back into submissive patterns when uneasy. The best way to tell his emotional state is how his magic reacts unconsciously. He focuses on his studies, sometimes forgetting to eat and sleep. His temper flares when stressed or threatened and resorts to screaming at the problem until it goes away or, in some cases, dies.
48,142	1,301	44	1,894	5,787	Yes! Yes. Let's all listen to Vix and Richard. Allow us all to heed what they hath said to us. She had just accidentally issued a challenge to Lang by saying what she did, now she just wanted them to move past that and pretend that it never happened in the first place. A little test or simulation wouldn't hurt, but what about the kid? James had just kinda dragged him along with the group full of advanced training students, and she was pretty sure that his pipes were going to burst if he didn't go soon. "Um, Will." She thought that was his name, at least. She wasn't really in the conversation when the boy had told James his name. "This is some pretty heavy stuff coming up. You should probably take a little bit of a break before we start up and get you stuck with us for at least an hour or two." There was no really easy way that she could subtly allude to him that this was his queue to go and find a bathroom. Runners, Marines, it had happened to grown men and women in those kind of situations, and she wasn't going to let that kid have any sort of accidents, as weird as it sounded to even think about.	Name: Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes Age: 18 Years in the Academy: fourth Ancestors: James Rhodes, Grandfather (War Machine) Powers/Abilities: While Charlotte lacks anything that would qualify as a power, she is rather well versed in mechanical engineering, and has a knack for aviation. The Peace Walker suit is equipped with the Stark Standard hand repulors, unibeam projector, propulsion system, and handy knick-knacks, as well as an additional jump jet system for added mobility both in chase and in combat, heavier, modular armor, and a collapsible laser rifle that can be stored on the suit when not in use. The suit computer system, COR, is always ready to help Charlotte when she needs it. Bio: Doesn't have to be long. How'd you get your powers? Anything important happen in your character's life? Family/Relationships?: Lilly Rhodes, Ne McCoy, her mother and daughter in law to James, was also a rather high ranking member of the Marine Corps, and met her husband in boot camp. She supports her daughter whenever possible, but isn't afraid Charlotte when she's worried for their safety. Terrence Rhodes Jr. James' son who continued in the line of joining the Military. When Stark started the Avengers Academy, he knew that his daughter would have chosen that over just flying planes, and talked to his father and "Uncle Tony" to start working on a suit that might fit Charlotte one day. James Rhodes can be considered that cool grandfather who spoils his granddaughter whenever they meet. He'll always go above and beyond for his family, and has taken every precautionary measure to make sure she grows up right and safe. Annabelle Boltagon - A friend of four years, Charlotte has known Anna since she arrived at the academy. The two are study partners as well, and can get away with teasing or joking about one another without any real worry. Weapons: Chargeable Energy Rifle - a part of the Peace Walker suit, is powered by the Arc Reactor on the suit, and requires charge in order to be of any use. Personality: A stand-up girl in a military family, Charlotte has an interesting set of opinions that could really only be formed by traveling the world like she did. She normally has something to say about something, even if she won't say it out loud. Not everyone is a marine, and not everyone can handle her thoughts or rather crude humor. Though, don't let that fool you. Behind those words is what one would call an absolute nerd. With a library inside her head, she knows a lot about a lot of things, most of that information not as useful as one might think. Who needs to know the exact date of when Space Jame premiered in theaters? Who knows? But she knows it. Other: Charlotte is a big fan of old-school anime, and shares Tony's love for classic rock.
48,143	1,301	45	1,154	1,925	The responses to his question only made Professor Lang laugh and sigh. "Getting lectured on how to teach by a bunch of kids, never thought I'd see the day. Most of you have been training for teamwork for a while now. But you know what? You want me to teach you teamwork? Fine. We're going to split up into groups-- Hold on." Scott stopped and looked at Will, turning his head a bit. "You're the kid who almost got hit by the rocket, right? A new student... Sorry for keeping you here, please don't pee all over the floor, this is an important building..." Professor Lang's face softened a bit. He always had a soft spot for younger kids. In all honesty Lang only came off as harsh because he was training the next people to take up the Avengers. Most of the students here were cocky and thought they could do anything, so he had to give them a reality check. But when it came to new students he was nothing but helpful. "Friday, what's this child's schedule? we need to get him to class before he's late." A female voice echoed through the room in response. "It seems to be that this... is his first class today, Scott. He's Will Fleeter, right? Scott eyed him for a couple moments before slowly nodding. "Must have been a slip up in the database. Never had a first day student join the program... "There's nothing we can do at the moment. Might as well pair him with someone and see what he can do. the female voice responded kinda worriedly. James looked over at the young kid, worried himself. These courses were for people who have gotten a hold of their abilities or know whats in store for them... James prayed that Lang knew what he was doing. "Alright, so we are going to spend the morning going through some teamwork exercises. You're going to partner up and complete an obstacle course. For anyone who's been here before you know these courses are meant to push you and your abilities to the max of your potential. If your partner fails, so do you. No excuses. You will have to work together or we will find of another group project for you to do, understand? Now, time for the teams! Annabelle, I've seen the stink eyes you've given James, and vise versa. The grandchildren of two leaders should be able to work out their differences and pass these courses... I guess the two Web-Heads can pair up, and use genetics and technology to reach an end goal. Vix, Charlotte, pair up, and this time make sure your whole suit is here. Alex, Nao, I'm curious to see how this plays out... and Mister Westbrook, you're going to team up with Will... I hope you like these pairs, because they're final! James nodded and glanced over at Anna. Lang knew that the two weren't too fond of each other when it came to their thinking. James hoped that they could push that aside to get through the course. it wasn't going to be easy. He then glanced over at Alex. He was teamed up with Nao, and although he was sure the two could handle it, James didn't know if things would get out of hand with that combination... And then there was Will. He knew Mark wouldn't let anything happen to him, he was a good person, but he had no idea what Will could do. He didn't look confident, and that was dangerous. "Alright, we're going to use the arenas outside for these trials. It'll give you all room to work with. Time to move out! The obstacle course Arenas were all next to each other, all looking like massive sporting arenas. There was a glass dome above them, and although there was grass in the field to start off, the terrain and lighting changed as soon as the simulation started. You could be on the rooftop of New York, or the jungles of Wakanda, or even old military bases for infiltration. There were even classic style obstacle courses that had no setting, just different shapes and blocks and enemies to move around. It looked like everyone was going at the same time. James was next to Anna, awkwardly thinking about what to say. They didn't hate each other, but there were those moments where they got on each other's nerves, and that seemed to be a lot.	Name: James Victor Rogers Age: 18 Years in the Academy: 6 Ancestors: Steve Rogers(Captain America) , James Howlett(Wolverine) Powers/Abilities: Although he was born with his gifts, James hasn't fully mastered any of these powers. He still has a lot to learn. Peak human strength, agility, and reflexes -Since his mother's dad was Captain America, James also possessed some of the Super Soldier Serum in his blood, giving him the power to be at perfect human performance. Master tactician -While both his parents and grandparents are military veterans, James is a natural at leadership and command. He finds the strengths and weaknesses of every situation and team mates, and uses it to the best of his ability. Accelerated Healing factor -Wolverine's healing factor skipped a generation and went into James. James regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. In addition to accelerated healing of physical traumas, his healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins. The speed at which he recovers is dependent on the wounds he gets. Minor cuts, or stabs heal almost instantly, but bullet wounds, and deep cuts could take minutes up to hours to days to fully heal. It is also important to note that James has never been injured to extreme points, or tried to test his limits. He doesn't plan on seeing how far his healing can go. Heightened instincts, and senses -Wolverine also passed down his sense of instincts, being able to sense something wrong, picking up on scents, and if angered, he will be nearly unstoppable. His rage at this point though can leave him vulnerable in many cases. Bio: I've had a lot to live up to. My parents were in the Peace Corps after Avengers and other super heroes joined forces to finally defeat the major crime organizations and villains. My mom was the daughter of Captain America and Sharon Carter, and my dad was the son of Wolverine and and a rancher he met in the desert in California. My parents had their own abilities, so it was no surprise when mine started to show at a young age. I grew up in a world where mutants and humans were one, they lived peacefully, and we did for years. But like I said, I had a lot to live up to. At the age of 4, there was a giant movement that shocked the world. HYDRA had reformed, it surprised everyone since Johann Schmidt had finally been thought to be dead. My grandfather who was now older than he was, felt responsible and started to fight against them alone. To everyone's shock, it turned out my mother was behind the new movement... Grandpa Rogers eventually stopped her, and ended the movement. She was sent to a maximum security prison, and I was left to be raised by my father, and my grandparents, as well as friends of the family, but no one looked at me or my dad the same. When I was 12, I did what anyone did at the time: enlist in the Avengers Academy, which is like a high school, but add super hero classes into it, and dangerous games of dodgeball. For six years people either treated me as if I was some sort of god, or they were afraid that I'd be like my mom and start attacking everyone... I tried to just do my best, and focus on doing what I can for the world. I am one of the top in my class, and so I was invited to join the Advanced Training Program, to essentially become an Avenger if the world ever needed them again. I don't want to let anyone down. Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know! Annabelle Boltagon -Anna and James are friends, but have only had a few exchanges in their lives. James doesn't really like Anna's "I'm better than everyone" way of thinking, and he let's her know that. One day during her first year of the academy she was getting harassed by a group of kids making fun of her physical appearance. James quickly put an end to that, and have grown respect for each other. Weapons: Grandpa Rogers taught me how to fight with shields, and gave me my own one when I was strong enough to carry it. This Shield has the ability to produce an energy blade at the bottom half, and split into two, making two shields going on both hands (top half is mostly a shield, bottom half has the energy blade). Personality: James is very much like his grandfather Steve. He has a deep sense of responsibility, and does his best to help others. He hates people who think they're better than everyone, and due to his other grandfather, he has a bit of a temper if provoked. He doesn't let anyone talk poorly of his friends, and especially his family, but at the same time he's ashamed of what his mother did. He tries to keep the balance of being respectful and honorable, and giving in to his anger and instincts. Other: Has a habit of saying "Bub" a lot when angered.. "Thanks Grandpa Logan"
48,144	1,301	46	1,749	150	Anna listened as Lang went on another of his casual tirades. Over the years Anna felt her and the groups respect for Lang change, even the smallest aspect of their relationship with him had shifted. For example, rather than 'Mr Lang' as she used to call him, Anna opted now for the more friendly 'Lang'. She'd never call him Scott though, that just felt weird. Furthermore, Lang had begun to feel more like a father figure and a mentor rather than a teacher, at least to Anna, someone she could confide in. I suppose that came with the job though, after all training what could have been the next Avengers requires a degree of compassion and sympathy. Anna grimaced as the team members were read out. Of course she was paired with, James he was the only one she knew well enough to dislike somewhat. She rubbed the corners of her eyes with her fingers before moving a strand of hair out of her line of sight with a slender green hand. She crossed her arms, turning to face James. "Alright, boy scout an obstacle course should be easy enough for you, if there are a few kittens caught in trees along the way that might be a different story though, so let's just hope that Lang has made this relatively traditional." She teased, attempting to keep spirits up between the two in her own strange way.	Name: Annabelle Boltagon Age: 18 Appearance: Annabelle stands at 5 foot 9 and has a thin physique. Obviously the most noticeable part of her appearance is her green skin and pointed, elf-like ears. She prides herself on her inhuman heritage, and while she could easily disguise herself as a normal human, she instead chooses to bear her features with pride. Her hair is long, wavy and a naturally pale red, almost matching the violet colour of her eyes. Years in the Academy: 4 Ancestors: Ahura Boltagon, Blackagar Boltagon, Medusalith Amaquelin-Boltagon Powers/Abilities: Annabelle possesses a few powers inherited from her father and grandfather at birth, but gained a few unique powers after going through the terrigenesis. -Hypersonic scream. Anna's scream is nowhere near as powerful as her grandfathers or even her fathers. Her scream is a lot quieter and is only capable of leveling a modest sized block of flats at full potential. -Energy beams. Again, a lot less powerful than her ancestors, the beams are capable of cutting through concrete but are rather thin and unwieldy. -Inhuman physiology. After the terrigenesis, Anna's body was enhanced, giving her increased strength, speed, reflexes and endurance. -Additionally she possesses the ability to store kinetic energy and in turn channel this energy into attacks. Currently she can only transfer the energy into small objects and throw them, causing them to explode or simply disperse it through her hands. Bio: Annabelle was of course born as the daughter to Ahura Boltagon, just before he was elected as CEO of the Ennilux Corporation. Her early life isn't much to speak of. It was relatively sheltered, what with her being descended from royalty and her father being the head of one of the largest Inhuman corporations. She was hardly even allowed to have friends, and any that she did make were vetted and scoped out to the point where they practically didn't want to be her friend in the end. As a result, Annabelle developed a superiority complex, believing that the reason people didn't like her was because she was inferior and the only way to get people to like her was to act like the royalty she was. However, making friends wasn't exactly on her mind while the complex came about, her Terrigenesis was coming up and she was overtly nervous about it. While the genetic deformities had mostly been stomped out through the screening process done before hand, Annabelle was still terrified that she'd come out the other side looking like some sort of monster. Suffice to say, she was right to be nervous. She spent the next month in her room, crying about her green skin, strange eyes and pointed ears. It took another month before her father convinced her to be proud of her deformities and show them off like a prize. She began taking more trips into the human world after that, seeing herself as an ambassador for the Inhumans. Her father let her go on believing it, after all she was only a girl of 13 years, what harm could a little embellishment do? A year later and she received a letter from Tony Stark. Her grandfather urged her to join the avengers academy, having worked with Stark in the Illuminati. She accepted and has attended the school for 4 years now, providing a valued asset and representing the small number of inhumans at the academy. Family/Relationships?: James Victor Rodgers James and Anna don't know each other hugely well, but they've met from time to time. Anna would consider James to be a friend of hers, but dislikes his boy scout attitude to things and doesn't really know enough about him to be good friends. In their first year, James helped Anna fend off some bullies who were mocking her for her skin colour and inhuman status. Mark Westbrook Anna doesn't know Mark all that much, she's been in a few classes with him but other than that she has little idea of who he is. Vix Anna has been in a few classes with Vix, but again she hasn't spoken to her very much and doesn't really know who she is. Will Fleeter Anna has never met Will. Charlotte Rhodes Anna knows Charlotte well enough to call her a friend. They were often study partners around exam time and occasionally spar with each other. Charlotte often teases Anna due to her royal heritage. Alex Kinney Anna knows Alex fairly well. She wouldn't exactly call him a friend, but not exactly an acquaintance either, just somewhere inbetween. Weapons: None as of yet. Personality: Annabelle has a tendency to expect the worst of just about everything. Be it people or situations, she mostly always has a negative outlook on how it will turn out. She has a little bit of a superiority complex, especially when it comes to music. For the most part, the complex plays itself out to hide how inferior she really feels on the inside, but when it actually comes to music she does, in fact, feel superior to most people. Speaking of, she is most definitely an 'indie chick'. She browses vintage shops, listens to old music(primarily the Smiths and the like) and has a penchant for disliking mainstream things. However, it's not all doom and gloom when it comes to Annabelle. While she can come off as rather cold initially, after becoming her friend she is as loyal as loyal can be. She is also plainly honest, never wanting to lie to someone unless it would hurt them. She often hugs people when drunk and won't hesitate to claim someone who is only marginally her friend is her best friend. Other:
48,145	1,301	47	92	2,185	When Mr. Lang started speaking again Alex felt like an idiot for assuming the same thing as the others around him. However, he did take time to watch the video on the screen. As Mr. Lang listed off the problems that were more obvious Alex thought of ways to fix them and even noticed a few more issues. Then James spoke up with a glorious speech. Alex almost laughed out loud. Not because it was funny what James said, but because they had similar DNA yet couldn't be any different. Alex listened as the others requested that instead of punishment they be put through some sort of teamwork exercise. He had to admit it wasn't the worst idea. If it were up to him the whole group would be shoved into a Danger Room at near the level Wolverine liked to train on. When Lang said they'd be participating in an obstacle course Alex felt a little disappointed. He wanted a real challenge. Alex had done these courses hundreds of times. Guaranteed he'd never done this alongside Nao. That would at least make the exercise a little more interesting than usual. When they got to the locations of the courses Alex turned to Nao and said, "How do you wanna do this. I know whenever I usually do these things they throw some sort of magic at me since it's my weak spot. Got any preference on who leads."	Name: Alex Kinney Age: 20 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 7 Ancestors: TaskMaster is his Uncle. X-23(Laura Kinney) is his mother. He does not know his father due to the man dying when he was young; however, this man is the link to TaskMaster. Photographic Reflexes = Alex has the ability of Photographic Reflexes. He wasn't born with this ability but due to his healing factor his uncle, TaskMaster, took him and began testing on him. TaskMaster tested to see if he could implant his own ability within the boy, and it worked. Alex now can copy any physical action that his body could naturally do. However, due to not naturally being born with this ability Alex can 'forget' how to do the move if he doesn't work to ingrain it into his muscle memory. Superhuman Longevity = Just like most with a healing factor Alex also has a superhuman level of longevity. This causes him to just like Wolverine and X-23 from whom he has DNA of to age slower during his young adult years and further on. Regenerative Healing Factor = Alex has a very strong healing factor due to having DNA of Wolverine and X-23. When TaskMaster did tests on the young boy he did something to increase the power at which Alex's body and mind can recover. It has not been attempted, but before TaskMaster escaped he mentioned that he believed that Alex had a better healing factor than Wolverine. Animalistic Instincts = Similar to Wolverine and X-23 Alex has heightened senses in the form of various animals. He has faster reflexes, stronger sense of smell, better eyesight, and an innate sense of incoming danger. Alex has yet to train these senses to their peak potential so as of right now they feel more of a nuisance until he fully understands what he is sensing. Hyper Speed = The only ability that Alex can call his own is his speed. Not quite the levels of those such as Quicksilver, but still faster than the average human if only a few MPH's higher. TaskMaster estimated that if he trained his speed that Alex could quite possibly reach Mach 1, but so far Alex has maxed out at 48 MPH. A side note is that Alex is fairly intelligent. This is primarily because TaskMaster drilled various lessons into the boy's mind. He learned a lot and retain nearly all of it. Bio: At a young age Alex's life began fairly normal. His father died when he was young so he only knew of his mother Laura as his family. At the time he didn't even know her link to Wolverine or about her powers. Once his abilities started to show themselves she told him everything. It was a lot for a seven year old to take in, but it caused him to have a strong desire to help people. Unfortunately, within the next year TaskMaster showed up. Still using the name Tony Masters he told the young Alex that he was the young boys uncle having been the brother of his dead father, the last person that had been living who knew Taskmaster's true identity. When Laura found out TaskMaster had shown up she forbid Alex to interact with him. Unfortunately, there was nothing either could do to stop TaskMaster from following out his plans. The man kidnapped Alex and took him to an old Weapon X facility. There he performed various tests on Alex implanting DNA in him and altering the already preexisting DNA. He taught the boy various things and began attempting to brainwash him. This was very difficult due to the boys healing factor. It took nearly three years, but Laura along with a few other superheroes eventually found the location where TaskMaster had been hiding the boy. TaskMaster had been outside the facility when the heroes showed up and therefore got away. All of this harshly affected the young boy. A close watch was kept on him after he and his mother moved to Xavier's School in order to keep him safe. Eventually Alex got sick of being stuck in the same place and he tried to run away. He was easily caught by Wolverine who came up with a compromise of placing him in the Avengers Academy. Laura was scared to part ways with her son when TaskMaster was still at large, but she realized that he should be safe with the Avengers close by rather than him continuously trying to run away. Alex only agreed as long as they kept his identity as secret as possible which was agreed to. Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional! Weapons: Since TaskMaster planned on working alongside Alex and rebuilding his crime syndicate he used his leftover connections to get Alex a Vibranium-Adamantium alloy Ninjato and a small collapsible Kendo Stick. Personality: To most Alex appears cold and standoffish, but those who know him well realize he is just a quiet guy. He can seem rude but that is only because he is very direct and rarely lets bias change how he deals with things unless he REALLY dislikes someone like his uncle. He is fiercely loyal and if someone hurts or wrongs someone he cares about he will defend them, but he rarely defends himself. He really wants to help others but doesn't feel as if he will be any real help. Other: Has an overbearing desire for revenge against TaskMaster.
48,146	1,301	48	32	217	As Mr. Lang read out the partner choices and he sighed with relief. At least he was running this with someone he knew well. Alex was one of the few people he spoke to consistently. Plus, it meant he wouldn't feel awkward or reserved when using magic. Academy magic was, for a lack of a better term, dull. They focused on defensive magics in starter classes and after showing that he could produce better with a thought and a gesture, the Academy advanced him relatively quickly. Even "advanced" classes pushed offensive magics as last case options. He hated to admit it but it was boring. Dark magic flooded one's being with an addictive euphoria. He was working on relying more on the newer magic but it was hard. "How do you wanna do this. I know whenever I usually do these things they throw some sort of magic at me since it's my weak spot. Got any preference on who leads." "Honestly, you should lead. Your reflexes are faster than mine and the extra distance may give me some cushion for casting spells." Nao responded softly. He placed his bag in the area for personal belongings after pulling out his journal. He frowned slightly. An obstacle course hm? What should he use for it. A shielding spell, an invisibility spell, a... He snapped his fingerings as an idea hit him. Flipping through the journal, he found the most recently added one. A flight enchantment. So far he could only sustain the spell for a few minutes tops but getting a head start on the casting wouldn't hurt. Nao chanted for a few moments, stopping amd restarting after he stumbled over a few words, before a purple glow covered him. He rose a few inches off the ground and smiled, slipping his journal into the pocket of his lab coat.	Name: Nao Saito Age: 17 Years in the Academy: 3 Ancestors: Unknown Powers: Nao wields magic, magics of destruction, death, and misfortune. Although he can learn to wield light magics, they drain him more than others and mostly sticks to brewing potions if he needs something for healing. Black magic, especially blood magic, is his specialty. His magics generally need incantations and components but if riled up, magic rises uncontrolled to devistating effects. Where do I even start? Not a great way to start an application, I guess. I've never put in an application so here it goes. I grew up a bit north of Spokane, Washington. My parents... I don't remember them. I grew up, and I use the phrase loosely, in the possession of a coven from a young age. They kidnapped children with magical aptitude and bound them to the coven owned land. A single thought and our rune marks would flare so painfully most fell unconscious immediately. For a while, I was merely an errand boy. I helped prepare sacrifices, gather ingredients, and prepared new arrivals for their brand. It all changed when I lost my temper. An older boy was stealing my rations for months, teasing and taunting me, and I finally snapped. It was just a whisper. That's all. It left my lips without me knowing really. I don't even know the words today. I can't remember them. But I remember what happened. Blood. Out of his eyes. Out of his ears. From under his nails. And it didn't stop. Didn't stop until his eyes rolled back. I don't remember anything after that. Priestess Theadora took an interest in me after that. She accepted, well took, me as a pupil. She slowly taught me how to read and write Latin, the basics of spellcasting, more advanced rituals and brewings. Blood magic, the mystic arts, summoning, I learned it all over five years before the coven fell apart. The last few nights was practically civil war. The other kids and I hid out and when the sun rose on the third day, the witches were dead as far as we could tell. We ransacked what we could and we seperated, our runes inactive as we passed over the boundaries of their land. Unfortunately, mine is plastered on my forehead. Being marked as a dark witch's property makes making allies and getting a job near impossible. I took odd jobs here and there to make a living. I moved from shelter to shelter, hiding from most people. I think I was around 12 at this point. I only managed to grab a few of my mistress' books and a journal that had the phrase Liber Infinitum etched onto it. I practiced as best as I could without alerting anyone though I nearly got caught a few times. It wasn't a good life. I heard about the Academy on the news. It's the perfect place, somewhere I can practice magic without fear of discovery. A place where I can hone my skills. Some of the things I did... I killed people. I need to atone for that. I need to help stop it. But I can't do it as I am now. Please give me a chance. - taken from the biography section of his academy application Weapons: He doesn't have a weapon but carries around the journal Liber Infinitum, a relic from the lost Library of Alexandra. It seems to fill out an incantation he learns automatically and is only legible to himself. Nao is unaware that it has its own consciousness and knows every spell ever cast. I can overtake Nao's body temporarily when threatened though doing so knocks the boy out for days. Personality: After years of servitude, Nao struggles with expressing himself and tends to give in easily to others demands. His polite demenor rarely slips amd tends to fall back into submissive patterns when uneasy. The best way to tell his emotional state is how his magic reacts unconsciously. He focuses on his studies, sometimes forgetting to eat and sleep. His temper flares when stressed or threatened and resorts to screaming at the problem until it goes away or, in some cases, dies.
48,147	1,301	49	2,362	1,688	As mr. Laan accepted the proposition about more training and started to pair them up Vix opted against playing a game because of boredom. As her name came up she was pleased that she was paired up with Charlotte. It was a opportunity to get to know the girl personally. She moved up to Charlotte and smiled. "Vix. Nice we are paired up. I heard about you from uncle Tony." She started moving her hair a bit more over her forehead. They started walking with everyone else towards the training room. "He approves your music taste. " Vix commented lightly, her computer mind replaying the video memory of it. It was a fond memory for Vix as it happened shortly after the discovery of her failure, malfunction. His way of distracting her. "If you get to use your armor you should give me your channel so I can connect to you. For communication and strategy proposes." As they came in the room and were directed to their section they would have their teamwork out, Vix took a deep breath, trying to kill any process that will not be useful for the task ahead. To have a clear head. It was clear to Vix that if there were a leader in the team it would be Charlotte as she was longer in the school, and in the program as well. It was Vix first day in the advance program. That aside she started to replay the exercise she was taught during the last year. Calm content and she felt weightless, raising a few inches from the ground before she landed. That worked, she allowed herself to feel frustrated and she felt her mass increase. A second later she returned back to apathy that hold her as close to battle ready as she figured. She hoped really badly that the trigger feelings will not change during the simulation. As it appeared they would run the track beside each other, the two white hallways in front of them didnt look any different at first glance. The wall they shared was made out of glass which would allow them to see each other. Vix looked at Charlotte, raising an eyebrow to indicate that she should pick between the left or right hallway first.	Name: Vix Age: 17 Appearance: Vix has natural green hair that she dye black, on her forehead is the solar gem, her bangs are always brushed so it would hide it from direct view. She likes wearing makeup as it helps hiding the small lines that go all over her skin wherever her parts meetup. Years in the Academy: 2 Ancestors: Mother: Viv Grandfather: Vision Grandmother: Virginia (deceased) Powers/Abilities: Similarly to her mother, Vix possesses a number of superhuman powers ultimately derived from her artificial substance and metabolism Computer Brain: Vix's brain is a multiprocessor computer, which enables her to wirelessly or directly interact with other computer systems to utilize or extract data from them. This way she can be constantly connected to the Internet, and even act as a Wi-Fi hotspot. As such her eyes have a multi function. They can record normal or thermal video. Or be used as projectors to display data. Density Manipulation: Just like her mother, and grandparents Vix can manipulate her density. Yet when she was build it wasnt used the same blueprint as her mother, instead Viv was trying to make her daughter better, more improved. So instead of the practice tested way, Vix was created with a altered and a more experimental method. She is supposed to be able to: fly, partially or fully become intangible, superhuman strength and become near invisible. All elements for this exist in her body. Yet they arent functional at their full capacity. Instead their efficiency is directly related to Vix psychological and emotional state. Solar Radiation Absorption: The solar jewel on Viv's forehead absorbs ambient solar energy that her body is able to convert directly into usable forms by a process not unlike photosynthesis in plants. The abilty to cast beams from it has been locked until she is either in danger of annihilation or adapts/learns to control her density manipulation fully. Bio: Vix was created by her mother, using her own patterns and that of her human husband. The process of creation had to be adapted and changed to include the characteristics of her human parent. To do this Viv her mother worked hard for a few years. In the end it worked to an extent. She did looked human, her skin normal at first glance. Only if one paid attention, and if she didnt applied make up, you could notice the lines of where the different components meet up. Thougth her hair stubbornly was green in not dyed regularly. She was build as a 17 year old and her first year in existence was fascinating. Her father adored her and her mother and was clear to show it. Her mother a great support in learning the basics of the world. She assumed Vix preferring to use doors the way they were intended to and walk was due her father brain patterns. No one came to the idea to ask Vix to try her powers out. Leaving her freedom to get to know herself at a pace comfortable for her. It was at the beginning of her second year of existence when it happened at a party her family attended. That time was the first real situation she had to use her abilities to help save lives. She was ecstatic to assist her mother and grandfather. Being a hero herself. Her powers failed. In front of her eyes civilians died. People she should have saved. She should have been capable of saving, because she was build like that. It was in well in the range of her parameters. She had to be broken. Next months were spend trying to figure out how to repair her. At her third year it was concluded she wasnt broken and was completely functional. She became more reluctant than ever. Pulling away into the her own mind. She wasnt bored considering that her mind was directly connected to the internet. She wrote and chatted away, focusing on her father and his family. They made mistakes, they were imperfect, they understood. At the end of that year uncle Tony offered a theory. Maybe she was more human than her mother and had to go through the process of learning to use her powers to master them, just like humans would have to. Her fourth year existing, no alive she would correct herself, she was sended to the academy. She decided to try to behave as it would be appropriate to her appearance age. Though she still had a lot of trouble acclimating. Relationships: Annabelle Boltagon: A classmate, shared several subject with her. Neutral.(+1.2) James Victor Rodgers: Has meet several times, hold light conversation. Has not spend much time with. Will be classmate from this year on. Neutral.(+1) Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes / Peace Walker Has heard about her from uncle Tony. Most of what have I been told were positive things. Especially approved was her music choices. Has not the chance to meet her personally. Neutral. (+0.5) Richard "Richie" Parker / Agent Spider 'The sticky incident' during the first weeks of academy. No need for clarifying. Had several active and enjoyable conversations. Friendly (+4.9) Alex Kinney Paired up during combat class. Playing the same game. During winter night Alex shows a good height spot to hang out on. Friendly (+5.1) Weapons: None Personality: Her personality is a mix from her parents. She has the calculated and poker face from her mother side. WHile from her father she was given the preferences to teases, and enter banter. Occasionally prank would be advised to ensures her content status. After the incident she became more silent and annoyed with the world. Even showcasing rebellious behaviour, she cut and dyed her hair black, using the bangs to hide the solar gem in her forehead. As well as starting to smoke. It doesnt affect her at all, and she simple enjoys the pictures and looks it gives her and motions involved in lighting a cig and smoking it. Her father is aware of this, even if he disapproves it, he blames himself more than her as he himself was a smoker until he gave it up for her mother. Other: She has an active internet life, in form of a few personas. She has a profile on freakingcool.com (the fanfiction.com of marvel) And actively post stories and one shots on it. She as well was banned from a few MMO as they wrongly believed she used a computer to cheat...well technically her brain being a supercomputer is kinda cheating, but no way she is admitting that. She has at least three personas she uses to chat with people. The Black.Sys account she uses only to chat with people she trust.
48,148	1,301	50	1,727	876	Will stiffened in surprise as Mr. Lang spoke to him. His gaze flitted to the floor and he blushed when Mr. Lang jokingly requested that he not pee on the floor. The older man was rather perceptive, but given that he was the second person to point out that he'd noticed, maybe Will was just being too damn obvious. He strained to stop fidgeting, biting his fingernails anxiously in a last-ditch attempt to take his mind off of things. Lang's female assistant gave a piece of news he had dreaded hearing. This was his first class. There was no way he'd be getting excused anytime soon. Internally panicking, Will dropped to the back of the group as they filed out towards the obstacle course. Now he had even more reasons to be drowning in anxiety. Partner activities were the worst. Having someone else rely on you when you were the least competent person in the whole room was a sickening thought. He continued to say nothing, glancing up at his partner with an apologetic sort of look. If Mark got mad at him for being a bad partner, he decided he wouldn't retaliate. Then again, Will wasn't really giving himself enough credit. He didn't really know what these people could do, he only assumed it was better than what he could do. In actuality, his ability was far from pathetic and he had remarkably good control over it for someone who'd only had it for less than a year. But in his mind, he imagined that because he was a beginner in an advanced course, he'd just end up making a fool of himself and making Mr. Lang regret ever giving him a chance.	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,149	1,301	51	2,321	94	Mark largely kept quiet as James gave his "big heroic speech". IF they wanted to make a big thing of this, fine, but Mark just wanted to get to work. Too much drama over some stupid prank. Hearing that Will was in their class was a surprise, though. Mark hoped that Mr. Lang knew what he was doing. He figured that he would be put in a group with James. Seeing as he was the boy-scout and all, James would make a good mentor for the first exercise. This was precisely why Mark was so surprised to hear that HE would be paired with Will. Mark wasn't very good at the "social" thing, and wasn't sure if he was the best fit to show the new kid the ropes. As everyone filed off towards the obstacle courses, Mark was about to protest to Mr. Lang. Before he got anywhere, though, he saw Will give him an apologetic look. Mark couldn't help but be reminded of his own first year at the academy, before he got a handle on his powers. He felt Euclid give a nudge of curiosity at his indecision, before he had an idea. This wasn't going to go the same way. Mark wouldn't let history repeat itself. Putting on a confident look, Mark walked over. "You're Will, right? I'm Mark. There's a bathroom on the way to the arenas, but make it fast. And don't worry. We all have awkward first days." Mark waited for Will to prepare himself, and motioned for Will to move a little faster to catch up with the group when he finished. Before they stepped in their course, Mark spoke up again. "Ok, crash course before we go in. Abilities. Short version; I have a suit that gives me speed, strength, flight, and is really good for fights. What do you have?" Mark felt Euclid bristle with anger at being called a "suit", but he ignored it. He could fill in the details later.	Name: Mark Westbrook Age: 18 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 4 Powers/Abilities: Mark has bonded with a strange sort of cybernetic symbiote. It allows him to manifest a suit of armor over his body, and convert his body parts into different weapons and tools. The trick, however, is that he needs to understand precisely how the augmentation is supposed to look and function, otherwise it contorts his body into rather painful forms. Fortunately, the symbiote seems to have a number of preset forms it has presented to Mark, giving him something to work with while he sorts out working his armor. Current presets include: Converting his arm into a Pulse Canon Ejecting "whip swords" from his wrists Back mounted Jetpack Bio: Born and raised in a small town in Indiana, Mark Westbrook took a serious interest in engineering at an early age. Wanting to use his talents to help people, he attempted to apply to the Avengers Academy at the age of 12. Unfortunately, his parents didn't think he was cut out for it, and didn't let him send his application. Not one to give up so easily, Mark instead started looking into opportunities to learn more advanced engineering from Stark Industries. While walking home from school at the age of 14, taking a roundabout route, he encountered a crashed armored truck. Not realizing the truck belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., Mark ran over to try to help. While attempting to pull out the passengers, he made contact with a strange liquid that began to fuse with his body painfully. He passed out on the road, was found by a passing police officer, and brought home. Over the course of the week, Mark tried t hide the strange metallic appendages altering his body, but of course was found by a Shield recovery team. He learned from them that the metal liquid was some sort of mechanical symbiote they found in a crashed alien ship. When it was determined that the symbiote had permanently bonded to him, and was offered a choice. He could either be placed under constant supervision by Shield, or be enrolled into Avengers Academy. Mark chose the latter. After several.... painful incidents with his symbiote, he managed to learn about the presets in the memories of the symbiote. Finally able to make some progress, he quickly rose into the Advanced Training Program. Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional! Personality: Mark has the distinct disadvantage of being particularly shy. He doesn't tend to try to stand out too much, and is very quiet around people he doesn't know well. He only really interacts with people he knows particularly well, and even then doesn't say much. Of course, that's when he isn't talking about engineering. Mark is incredibly passionate about engineering, and can go on for longer then most would listen about it. However, when Mark manifests his armor, which he has named Euclid, its like he steps into a second personality too. He suddenly becomes more confident, and far less hesitant. He isn't sure if this is part of the symbiote, or if he just feels more comfortable with his powers active. Other: Mark has begun applying his lessons on engineering to symbiote, and works on thinking of new tools and weapons he can manifest.
48,150	1,301	52	1,727	876	Will's eyes showed a small gleam of hope as Mark mentioned that they would pass by a bathroom on the way to the arena, but he just found himself locked into a conversation he felt obligated to finish before he just darted off. He forced a smile as he wracked his brain for the best way to explain his powers, coming up with nothing. His pause to think was starting to verge on an awkward silence so he just started blurting out everything that came to mind. "I can... stick to things. Kind of. I mean, like, you know how geckos can climb on ceilings and stuff? Yeah, that's what I can do. And, like, I can defy friction and slide across things. It's not really all that cool." Realizing he was starting to just babble pointlessly, he fell quiet, blushing a bit. He started walking a bit more stiffly, biting hard into his lower lip.	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,151	1,301	53	1,154	1,925	James was now looking around the groups to make sure everyone was alright... People were discussing what their course of action is. Alex and Nao were discussing what to do. Knowing the guy, Alex was going to take lead on this. James also tried to make sure Will was alright where he was. He knew Mark wasn't the most sociable, and he hasn't been here the longest, but he was sure that the two would make it out alright. His thoughts were brought back to Anna as she started to talk. Ever since the two had met she had coined the term "Boy Scout" for him, and it stuck around campus... Although James couldn't complain he spent a lot of his childhood in the Boy Scouts... He mentally sighed to himself, thinking how cliche his parents were for signing him up for that. "I'm a little low on my cat saving quota this month so here's hoping. And remember, there's no award ceremony or a loving crowd waiting to get autographs from you after. James teased back, and then starting to stretch out his legs and arms. "This is strange. I know we've done a ton of obstacle courses like this before, but never on the first day. And never as random as these pairs..." The brown haired boy started, looking over at Anna. "We gotta stay on our toes. Especially for us. No doubt that Stark's database has us high up on their list considering who our grandparents are... I got your back. James meant that last part wholeheartedly. These courses were to push their limits. He had done these hundreds of times in his six years but for some reason he felt like he was a first year again, afraid of what was behind those doors.	Name: James Victor Rogers Age: 18 Years in the Academy: 6 Ancestors: Steve Rogers(Captain America) , James Howlett(Wolverine) Powers/Abilities: Although he was born with his gifts, James hasn't fully mastered any of these powers. He still has a lot to learn. Peak human strength, agility, and reflexes -Since his mother's dad was Captain America, James also possessed some of the Super Soldier Serum in his blood, giving him the power to be at perfect human performance. Master tactician -While both his parents and grandparents are military veterans, James is a natural at leadership and command. He finds the strengths and weaknesses of every situation and team mates, and uses it to the best of his ability. Accelerated Healing factor -Wolverine's healing factor skipped a generation and went into James. James regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. In addition to accelerated healing of physical traumas, his healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins. The speed at which he recovers is dependent on the wounds he gets. Minor cuts, or stabs heal almost instantly, but bullet wounds, and deep cuts could take minutes up to hours to days to fully heal. It is also important to note that James has never been injured to extreme points, or tried to test his limits. He doesn't plan on seeing how far his healing can go. Heightened instincts, and senses -Wolverine also passed down his sense of instincts, being able to sense something wrong, picking up on scents, and if angered, he will be nearly unstoppable. His rage at this point though can leave him vulnerable in many cases. Bio: I've had a lot to live up to. My parents were in the Peace Corps after Avengers and other super heroes joined forces to finally defeat the major crime organizations and villains. My mom was the daughter of Captain America and Sharon Carter, and my dad was the son of Wolverine and and a rancher he met in the desert in California. My parents had their own abilities, so it was no surprise when mine started to show at a young age. I grew up in a world where mutants and humans were one, they lived peacefully, and we did for years. But like I said, I had a lot to live up to. At the age of 4, there was a giant movement that shocked the world. HYDRA had reformed, it surprised everyone since Johann Schmidt had finally been thought to be dead. My grandfather who was now older than he was, felt responsible and started to fight against them alone. To everyone's shock, it turned out my mother was behind the new movement... Grandpa Rogers eventually stopped her, and ended the movement. She was sent to a maximum security prison, and I was left to be raised by my father, and my grandparents, as well as friends of the family, but no one looked at me or my dad the same. When I was 12, I did what anyone did at the time: enlist in the Avengers Academy, which is like a high school, but add super hero classes into it, and dangerous games of dodgeball. For six years people either treated me as if I was some sort of god, or they were afraid that I'd be like my mom and start attacking everyone... I tried to just do my best, and focus on doing what I can for the world. I am one of the top in my class, and so I was invited to join the Advanced Training Program, to essentially become an Avenger if the world ever needed them again. I don't want to let anyone down. Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know! Annabelle Boltagon -Anna and James are friends, but have only had a few exchanges in their lives. James doesn't really like Anna's "I'm better than everyone" way of thinking, and he let's her know that. One day during her first year of the academy she was getting harassed by a group of kids making fun of her physical appearance. James quickly put an end to that, and have grown respect for each other. Weapons: Grandpa Rogers taught me how to fight with shields, and gave me my own one when I was strong enough to carry it. This Shield has the ability to produce an energy blade at the bottom half, and split into two, making two shields going on both hands (top half is mostly a shield, bottom half has the energy blade). Personality: James is very much like his grandfather Steve. He has a deep sense of responsibility, and does his best to help others. He hates people who think they're better than everyone, and due to his other grandfather, he has a bit of a temper if provoked. He doesn't let anyone talk poorly of his friends, and especially his family, but at the same time he's ashamed of what his mother did. He tries to keep the balance of being respectful and honorable, and giving in to his anger and instincts. Other: Has a habit of saying "Bub" a lot when angered.. "Thanks Grandpa Logan"
48,152	1,301	54	2,321	94	Mark started to process how he and Will could play off each other as he covered his powers. Sticking to walls was good. Mark could probably fly him around and get him to the ceiling to.....wait, DEFY FRICTION?! As he thought about that little development for a second, he noticed Will was still squirming. "Oh. Right. Bathroom is just over there. I'll wait here. Trust me, you don't want to do these courses with a full bladder." As Will used the bathroom quickly, Mark tried to strategize. This was only his second year in the program, but this looked like Will's first year in the SCHOOL. He would have to take charge here. Will was likely more agile then him, given the friction powers, so if Lang threw combat at them he could probably just dodge. That meant that Mark should probably prioritize any enemies they might find in there, and let Will focus on any buttons or targets or whatever. As Will came out of the bathroom, Mark stated "So, I don't know who told you defying a basic law of physics wasn't cool, but they clearly weren't an engineer. That sounds really useful. So here's the plan. If there are any targets or buttons we need to reach, I want you to focus on those. I'll take care of any enemies Lang decides to throw at us. Sound good?"	Name: Mark Westbrook Age: 18 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 4 Powers/Abilities: Mark has bonded with a strange sort of cybernetic symbiote. It allows him to manifest a suit of armor over his body, and convert his body parts into different weapons and tools. The trick, however, is that he needs to understand precisely how the augmentation is supposed to look and function, otherwise it contorts his body into rather painful forms. Fortunately, the symbiote seems to have a number of preset forms it has presented to Mark, giving him something to work with while he sorts out working his armor. Current presets include: Converting his arm into a Pulse Canon Ejecting "whip swords" from his wrists Back mounted Jetpack Bio: Born and raised in a small town in Indiana, Mark Westbrook took a serious interest in engineering at an early age. Wanting to use his talents to help people, he attempted to apply to the Avengers Academy at the age of 12. Unfortunately, his parents didn't think he was cut out for it, and didn't let him send his application. Not one to give up so easily, Mark instead started looking into opportunities to learn more advanced engineering from Stark Industries. While walking home from school at the age of 14, taking a roundabout route, he encountered a crashed armored truck. Not realizing the truck belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., Mark ran over to try to help. While attempting to pull out the passengers, he made contact with a strange liquid that began to fuse with his body painfully. He passed out on the road, was found by a passing police officer, and brought home. Over the course of the week, Mark tried t hide the strange metallic appendages altering his body, but of course was found by a Shield recovery team. He learned from them that the metal liquid was some sort of mechanical symbiote they found in a crashed alien ship. When it was determined that the symbiote had permanently bonded to him, and was offered a choice. He could either be placed under constant supervision by Shield, or be enrolled into Avengers Academy. Mark chose the latter. After several.... painful incidents with his symbiote, he managed to learn about the presets in the memories of the symbiote. Finally able to make some progress, he quickly rose into the Advanced Training Program. Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional! Personality: Mark has the distinct disadvantage of being particularly shy. He doesn't tend to try to stand out too much, and is very quiet around people he doesn't know well. He only really interacts with people he knows particularly well, and even then doesn't say much. Of course, that's when he isn't talking about engineering. Mark is incredibly passionate about engineering, and can go on for longer then most would listen about it. However, when Mark manifests his armor, which he has named Euclid, its like he steps into a second personality too. He suddenly becomes more confident, and far less hesitant. He isn't sure if this is part of the symbiote, or if he just feels more comfortable with his powers active. Other: Mark has begun applying his lessons on engineering to symbiote, and works on thinking of new tools and weapons he can manifest.
48,153	1,301	55	1,727	876	Sounds cool. Will said, sounding a bit less nervous now that they kind of had a basic plan. He still didn't think much of his chances, seeing as this program was far more advanced than whatever he was supposed to be taking, but at least they weren't going into this blind. He wasn't quite sure what Mark meant by enemies. Dodging obstacles and hitting targets was all fine and dandy, but somehow Will didn't like the sound of enemies. Was Mr. Lang trying to pick off the weaklings with some sort of gladiator-style fight to the death or something? Will wasn't sure he could handle that. He was good at staying out of the way and dodging things, but if he got into a fight he'd be down in 2 seconds flat. His powers weren't really geared towards combat.	Name: Will Fleeter Age: 10 Appearance: Years in the Academy: This would be his first. Ancestors: Not a relative of any of the previous Avengers... to his best knowledge. Powers/Abilities: Will defies the laws of friction and gravity, meaning he can slide across rough surfaces as if they were ice, run up vertical walls, and hang upside-down indefinitely without succumbing to displaced blood. He can also jump really high, but can't actually fly. Bio: Will was born to a 20 year old prostitute in Tel Aviv, Israel. Naturally his mother wasn't the one to name him. He didn't actually have a name until he was briefly adopted at six months old, only to be sent back into the wards of state. With his mother being unwilling to raise the child and his father being an untraceable mystery, the baby was sent from orphanage to orphanage for a while before somehow winding up in the United States foster care system. By this point he was almost seven years old, and the lack of stability of his situation was starting to wear down on him. He had a few really bad experiences in the foster system, mostly getting picked on by the other kids in the system. That's when he learned to keep his head down and plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that would make all his problems go away. That's when the Fleeters come in. A young married couple with no children of their own decided to foster Will, only to realize that being a parent of a young child was more work than they were prepared for. Instead of sending Will back into the system, they started to neglect him, leaving him alone in the house for days on end while they continued to live their lives as if they had no children. Will started falling behind in school, but nobody ever found out about it because his parents just didn't care. Around the age of nine and a half, he started to notice that he had some weird abilities. He could run straight up vertical surfaces as if he were an insect, defy the laws of friction to move faster. It was as if the earth's gravitational pull had no effect on the limits of what he could do. His parents never noticed, but the school staff definitely did. Doing some background research, it was decided that the most likely cause of his powers was that his father was an alien or superhuman of some kind. Since his mother was a prostitute who by no means kept track of her clientele, his father's real identity is virtually indecipherable. But some part of Will's genetics carries some strange abilities. As to why they manifested so late, it's impossible to tell without his father's identity. As it stands, very little is known about Will's potential. So for the meantime, he's been sent here to try and hone and perfect his abilities, and to see exactly what the limits are on what he can do. Family/Relationships?: Will is a foster child. He has no permanent family. His current 'parents' are not necessarily abusive, but they are extremely neglectful and absentminded. The good side of this is that he can do whatever he wants without getting into trouble with his parental authorities, but it also means he's without an important source of support. James Victor Rodgers James protected Will from the rocket, but they haven't actually spoken Mark Westbrook Stranger Annabelle Boltagon Stranger Vix Stranger Charlotte Rhodes Stranger Richard Parker Stranger Alex Kinney Stranger Weapons: Sometimes he'll carry a knife or two with him, but has no special or supernatural weaponry. Personality: Will does his best to be courteous to everyone and is by no means a reckless risk taker. He values his own safety and the safety of others, even if he is going in for a potentially dangerous job. While not overly ambitious, he is curious and likes to explore and learn things. He's not always the best at carrying on conversations and can sometimes be a bit awkward in social situations.Despite being highly sensitive, he rarely shows negative emotions in front of other people and is a bit of a 'Stepford Smiler'. On some level, he feels like his peers only like him if he acts friendly and affable all the time, like he's not really allowed to have feelings. Will seems to hate being touched, especially by people he doesn't know. Occasionally he will tolerate small amounts of physical contact from friends, be he will never seek it out himself. At heart, Will is an optimist. He really does believe that everything will turn out right in the end if he's careful not to slip up. Other: -Will speaks with a Midwestern American accent -He is anemic and hypoglycemic, meaning he has low levels of iron and blood sugar. Neither of these conditions are terribly life threatening, but they can occasionally be problematic if they cause him to pass out unexpectedly. -In his spare time, Will enjoys drawing and learning to play fiddle. -He wears gloves at all times, both the normal and fingerless varieties. Nobody really knows why.
48,154	1,301	56	1,894	5,787	Charlotee. A pleasure. Mimicking the style of Vix, Charlotte introduced herself with a smile and a slight bow. It was good to hear that Tony held her in such high regard, though she couldn't help but let out one singular chuckle at the comment about her music choices. Well of course Tony would like them, most of the music originated from his library in the first place! Her communication channel? That would be a great them for Vix to have if they were going to be working together for the foreseeable future. "Of course." She nodded and tapped her belt buckle. "COR, please give the kind lady what she wants." "Sending the comm channel now, Charlotte." COR spoke back to her through the buckle, sending out the channel for Vix to connect to. Charlotte didn't exactly want to step up and take the leadership role if Vix wanted it, but Vix was a new student, and this was her first day in the Advanced Training program. This was Charlotte's fourth year in both of these things. She was more experienced with handling such situations, so it would be wise for her to step up. The two pristine hallways marked their entrance. So they'd be working together somehow, but still seperated. She was quite thankful that she had given out her comm channel when she did, unless, of course, Lang did decide to shut off such signals from being of any use during training. She wouldn't hold it against him. She herself was left handed. Well, she was strange. She wrote and ate with her left hand, but her right was how she led her punches and threw things. Everything else was with both hands. She took the left hallway herself, if her strange line of thinking somehow directed her to that one, and smiled at Vix. "Alright, lets see what we have here." She walked on. Not too far up, there seemed to be a drop off point on her side of the hallway, and a button waiting to be pressed right next to her. Charlotte's hands fiddled in her pockets, drawing out a small pair of earphones which she plugged into her ears. "Testing, testing." She said to herself. "Vix, can you hear me?"	Name: Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes Age: 18 Years in the Academy: fourth Ancestors: James Rhodes, Grandfather (War Machine) Powers/Abilities: While Charlotte lacks anything that would qualify as a power, she is rather well versed in mechanical engineering, and has a knack for aviation. The Peace Walker suit is equipped with the Stark Standard hand repulors, unibeam projector, propulsion system, and handy knick-knacks, as well as an additional jump jet system for added mobility both in chase and in combat, heavier, modular armor, and a collapsible laser rifle that can be stored on the suit when not in use. The suit computer system, COR, is always ready to help Charlotte when she needs it. Bio: Doesn't have to be long. How'd you get your powers? Anything important happen in your character's life? Family/Relationships?: Lilly Rhodes, Ne McCoy, her mother and daughter in law to James, was also a rather high ranking member of the Marine Corps, and met her husband in boot camp. She supports her daughter whenever possible, but isn't afraid Charlotte when she's worried for their safety. Terrence Rhodes Jr. James' son who continued in the line of joining the Military. When Stark started the Avengers Academy, he knew that his daughter would have chosen that over just flying planes, and talked to his father and "Uncle Tony" to start working on a suit that might fit Charlotte one day. James Rhodes can be considered that cool grandfather who spoils his granddaughter whenever they meet. He'll always go above and beyond for his family, and has taken every precautionary measure to make sure she grows up right and safe. Annabelle Boltagon - A friend of four years, Charlotte has known Anna since she arrived at the academy. The two are study partners as well, and can get away with teasing or joking about one another without any real worry. Weapons: Chargeable Energy Rifle - a part of the Peace Walker suit, is powered by the Arc Reactor on the suit, and requires charge in order to be of any use. Personality: A stand-up girl in a military family, Charlotte has an interesting set of opinions that could really only be formed by traveling the world like she did. She normally has something to say about something, even if she won't say it out loud. Not everyone is a marine, and not everyone can handle her thoughts or rather crude humor. Though, don't let that fool you. Behind those words is what one would call an absolute nerd. With a library inside her head, she knows a lot about a lot of things, most of that information not as useful as one might think. Who needs to know the exact date of when Space Jame premiered in theaters? Who knows? But she knows it. Other: Charlotte is a big fan of old-school anime, and shares Tony's love for classic rock.
48,155	1,301	57	2,362	1,688	Sides were picked, and Vix walked into the right hallway. The door slid shut once she was inside it. It was only several moments later when she felt the communication channel that COD send her activate. She heard Charlotte's voice inside her head. She simply asked if she could hear her. Vix could simply answer the channel inside her head. She didnt, she spoke aloud. "Loud and clearly." It was less weird for humans this way. Vix looked through the glass, noticing that the angle didnt really allowed to see everything in the other room. " Anything interesting in your part?" Vix gave a observation of her room as she said that, she turned with her hands crossed over her chest. It appeared there was only a red button to her side and a closed door across the room. She could simply walk over to the door and phrase though it. Her eyes refocused activating some of the scanners. "I dont like the fact they let me see the guns behind the walls, as well as most things appear to indicate movable parts and drops under the movable parts." Clam content, apathy, frustration Vix reminded herself. Thinking of how nicely it is to play with cigars and to smoke inside her closet. The uneasy anticipations melted away keeping the non interested apathy as the main emotion. "...Oh and I have a button. Do you have any experience with this format of course? Should we both presse it or dont touch big red buttons?" She couldnt stop the thought jumping on her mind questioning why was this looking like some puzzle instead of some normal run the obstacle courses.	Name: Vix Age: 17 Appearance: Vix has natural green hair that she dye black, on her forehead is the solar gem, her bangs are always brushed so it would hide it from direct view. She likes wearing makeup as it helps hiding the small lines that go all over her skin wherever her parts meetup. Years in the Academy: 2 Ancestors: Mother: Viv Grandfather: Vision Grandmother: Virginia (deceased) Powers/Abilities: Similarly to her mother, Vix possesses a number of superhuman powers ultimately derived from her artificial substance and metabolism Computer Brain: Vix's brain is a multiprocessor computer, which enables her to wirelessly or directly interact with other computer systems to utilize or extract data from them. This way she can be constantly connected to the Internet, and even act as a Wi-Fi hotspot. As such her eyes have a multi function. They can record normal or thermal video. Or be used as projectors to display data. Density Manipulation: Just like her mother, and grandparents Vix can manipulate her density. Yet when she was build it wasnt used the same blueprint as her mother, instead Viv was trying to make her daughter better, more improved. So instead of the practice tested way, Vix was created with a altered and a more experimental method. She is supposed to be able to: fly, partially or fully become intangible, superhuman strength and become near invisible. All elements for this exist in her body. Yet they arent functional at their full capacity. Instead their efficiency is directly related to Vix psychological and emotional state. Solar Radiation Absorption: The solar jewel on Viv's forehead absorbs ambient solar energy that her body is able to convert directly into usable forms by a process not unlike photosynthesis in plants. The abilty to cast beams from it has been locked until she is either in danger of annihilation or adapts/learns to control her density manipulation fully. Bio: Vix was created by her mother, using her own patterns and that of her human husband. The process of creation had to be adapted and changed to include the characteristics of her human parent. To do this Viv her mother worked hard for a few years. In the end it worked to an extent. She did looked human, her skin normal at first glance. Only if one paid attention, and if she didnt applied make up, you could notice the lines of where the different components meet up. Thougth her hair stubbornly was green in not dyed regularly. She was build as a 17 year old and her first year in existence was fascinating. Her father adored her and her mother and was clear to show it. Her mother a great support in learning the basics of the world. She assumed Vix preferring to use doors the way they were intended to and walk was due her father brain patterns. No one came to the idea to ask Vix to try her powers out. Leaving her freedom to get to know herself at a pace comfortable for her. It was at the beginning of her second year of existence when it happened at a party her family attended. That time was the first real situation she had to use her abilities to help save lives. She was ecstatic to assist her mother and grandfather. Being a hero herself. Her powers failed. In front of her eyes civilians died. People she should have saved. She should have been capable of saving, because she was build like that. It was in well in the range of her parameters. She had to be broken. Next months were spend trying to figure out how to repair her. At her third year it was concluded she wasnt broken and was completely functional. She became more reluctant than ever. Pulling away into the her own mind. She wasnt bored considering that her mind was directly connected to the internet. She wrote and chatted away, focusing on her father and his family. They made mistakes, they were imperfect, they understood. At the end of that year uncle Tony offered a theory. Maybe she was more human than her mother and had to go through the process of learning to use her powers to master them, just like humans would have to. Her fourth year existing, no alive she would correct herself, she was sended to the academy. She decided to try to behave as it would be appropriate to her appearance age. Though she still had a lot of trouble acclimating. Relationships: Annabelle Boltagon: A classmate, shared several subject with her. Neutral.(+1.2) James Victor Rodgers: Has meet several times, hold light conversation. Has not spend much time with. Will be classmate from this year on. Neutral.(+1) Charlotte "Peace Walker" Rhodes / Peace Walker Has heard about her from uncle Tony. Most of what have I been told were positive things. Especially approved was her music choices. Has not the chance to meet her personally. Neutral. (+0.5) Richard "Richie" Parker / Agent Spider 'The sticky incident' during the first weeks of academy. No need for clarifying. Had several active and enjoyable conversations. Friendly (+4.9) Alex Kinney Paired up during combat class. Playing the same game. During winter night Alex shows a good height spot to hang out on. Friendly (+5.1) Weapons: None Personality: Her personality is a mix from her parents. She has the calculated and poker face from her mother side. WHile from her father she was given the preferences to teases, and enter banter. Occasionally prank would be advised to ensures her content status. After the incident she became more silent and annoyed with the world. Even showcasing rebellious behaviour, she cut and dyed her hair black, using the bangs to hide the solar gem in her forehead. As well as starting to smoke. It doesnt affect her at all, and she simple enjoys the pictures and looks it gives her and motions involved in lighting a cig and smoking it. Her father is aware of this, even if he disapproves it, he blames himself more than her as he himself was a smoker until he gave it up for her mother. Other: She has an active internet life, in form of a few personas. She has a profile on freakingcool.com (the fanfiction.com of marvel) And actively post stories and one shots on it. She as well was banned from a few MMO as they wrongly believed she used a computer to cheat...well technically her brain being a supercomputer is kinda cheating, but no way she is admitting that. She has at least three personas she uses to chat with people. The Black.Sys account she uses only to chat with people she trust.
48,156	1,301	58	1,243	1,011	An obstacle course? Could Lang make it any easier for him? The pair-ups seemed mostly random but that didn't matter. It was basically an on the spot decision unless he was secretly planning this all along. Richard was teamed up with Ben and it seemed to be the pairing that would guarantee a win on any obstacle course. They were spiders and Richard's spider sense was perfect for this thing. He was sure he could handle anything the obstacle courses could throw at him and he's been proven right so far. He just hoped Ben's tech based one was good enough. This would be his first time seeing it in action. He headed over to one of the free arenas and waited for it to start. He didn't know why but he was excited. Maybe it was because it was the first day of school again. Maybe it was the thought of Lang having a few good surprises in store for them that made him excited. Richard pressed the spider emblem on his necklace and watched as it formed his Agent Spider costume around him. He turned to Ben and said, "Let's show them what the spiders can do."	Name: Richard "Richie" Parker Age: 17 Appearance: Years in the Academy: 5 Ancestors: Spider-Man (Peter Parker) Powers/Abilities: Organic Webbing Generation: Richard's mutation seemed to be stronger than his grandfather's. They don't know if it's because it skipped a generation with him or if he's a mutant and his x-gene enhanced the Spider abilities within him. Richard is able to generate his own webs from his wrist. He doesn't need to press down on it but does it most of the time just because he feels like it. Wall-Crawling: As it goes Richard can do whatever a spider can and that includes climbing walls. Though this power isn't just limited to climbing walls. It allows him to stick onto mostly anything. He's the current champion at Keep Away. Richard blames his strengthened mutation for this but sometimes he's unable to control this and he'd touch something and randomly stick to it in most of the time a comedic way. The accidental sticking fortunately doesn't work on organic beings so he fortunately hasn't ripped someone's skin off on accident. Though he could do it on purpose if need be. Super Strength: Due to having his powers since he was very young Richard's strength exceeds his grandfather's at his age and he's not even in his prime yet. He's worked to increase his strength by physical weight training because he knew there'd come times when he'd need to be stronger to take down an enemy or save people. He has to however hold back usually severely against weaker enemies and sometimes in moments of excitement his strength gets the better of him. Superhuman Speed: Richard is capable of running and moving at speeds that are far beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Superhuman Stamina: Richard's advanced musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than an ordinary human. This allows him to exert himself physically for much longer periods of time before fatigue begins to impair him. Superhuman Durability: Richard's body is physically tougher and more resistant to some types of injury than the body of a normal human. His body is more resistant to impact forces than anything else. He can withstand great impacts, such as falling from a height of several stories or being struck by an opponent with super strength, that would severely injure or kill a normal human with little to no discomfort. Superhuman Agility: Richard's agility, balance, and bodily coordination are all enhanced to levels that are far beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Healing Factor: Richard has a low-level rapid healing factor. While not on the same level as a mutant with regeneration capabilities, it is sufficiently powerful enough to recover from severe injuries from broken bones and large amounts of tissue damage in a matter of hours. Contaminant Immunity: Due to his accelerated metabolism, Richard has a higher tolerance for drugs and diseases than normal humans, and he can recover from the effects of larger doses rapidly. This fortunately or unfortunately(depending on who you ask) doesn't affect the effects of cannabis and alcohol on him. So he's still able to have a fun time. Superhuman Equilibrium: Richard possesses the ability to achieve a state of perfect equilibrium in any position imaginable. He seems able to adjust his position by instinct, which enables him to balance himself on virtually any object, no matter how small or narrow. Superhuman Reflexes: Richard's reflexes are similarly enhanced and are currently about forty times greater than those of an ordinary human. In combination with his spider-sense, the speed of his reflexes allows him to dodge almost any attack, or even gunfire, given sufficient distance. Spider-Sense: Richard possesses an extrasensory "danger" or "spider" sense which warns him of potential immediate danger by the manifestation of a tingling sensation in the back of his skull, and links with his superhuman kinesthetics, enabling him to evade most any injuries, unless he cognitively overrides his automatic reflexes. Sometimes his Spider-Sense goes off when there's no danger around and it causes him to sometimes second guess it which could prove a danger to himself. With enough training he'll be able to use his spider-sense to track certain radio frequencies like his grandfather could. Genius Level Intellect: Richard inherited more than his powers from his grandfather. He also inherited his brain. He's a certified genius and has shown to have his IQ increasing more and more as he gets older. It's unsure of how smart he'll come to be. Skilled Combatant: Richard was taught the Way of the Spider by both his father and grandfather. And although his father never inherited the powers he was still taught how to defend himself like a spider. It didn't take Richard long to master and put his own spin into the style. He however has not mastered any other forms of martial arts. He was told to learn them on his own so that he could grow into his own person. He has learned to fight more since joining the Academy but hasn't mastered another form. Bio: Life for a rich boy with weird powers? Never easy. Richard's story begins when he was born about a year before New Hydra stepped on the scene. Instead of cutting off the serpent's head why doesn't anyone step on it with a giant shoe? Anyway. Richard was born to Ben "Benjy" Parker and his wife. He was named after his great grandfather. Ben didn't inherit his father's powers but his son did. If anyone asked he'd say that he didn't really want them to begin with. Richard's powers started to develop at the age of four. Even then they could tell that his powers were innately stronger than his grandfather's. Because of this they had a suspicion that he was also born a mutant with the added mutate from the radioactive spider bite passed down to him. They decided not to confirm their suspicions due to New Hydra's campaign against mutants. They felt it better to not know than to put him in even more jeopardy by finding out. Time went on and Richard progressed further in his learning and in his powers. His development was exceeding what they had imagined for him. At age eleven he mastered the Way of the Spider and decided to crawl around the city testing his powers as a low level street vigilante named Agent Spider. He wasn't big on getting in the lime light quite yet. His first month was bad. Even with his training he had trouble and once his father found out what he was doing he asked Mayday to watch over Richard and have him as her sidekick. Working with his aunt made things easier for him but it also helped him learn a lot about what it was meant to be a hero. When he first started working alongside her he was given a necklace with a spider emblem. All he had to do was press the emblem and it formed into his costume. Way easier than hiding it in a backpack or under his clothes. When he was twelve Tony Stark approached him with an offer to join his Academy for up and coming young heroes. Richard didn't hesitate at the offer. There wasn't much regular school could teach him and the thought of learning at the school Tony created was what really intrigued him. The things he could learn and create while studying there was his selling point. He joined the school and it didn't take long for him to become one of the best students there. Even if he didn't always show up to class. During the times school was out he went home to New York to websling with his aunt again and help her out. Each time he came back she always talked about how much he progressed since the last time. This is now his second year in the Next Avengers program though he took a small leave of absence to help Miles train Ben Poole while also receiving training there himself. He didn't want to get rusty and let the Junior Captain think he was better than him. It didn't take long and he rejoined the school when Tony invited Ben to the school. Now the new year is starting and he's ready to web things into gear. Family/Relationships?: Ben Poole: Richard helped train him while also training alongside him. They aren't really close but he considers him family due to the Spider legacy. Weapons: N/A Personality: Richard may be really smart but he isn't a nerd. Well, he doesn't consider himself one at least. When it comes to school and things that don't hold his interest he's really lazy and rushes through it so that he can get it over with. In regular Academy classes he's seen staring at the ceiling if he even decided to show up that day. He's a flirt but not overly so. In his time in the Academy he hasn't had any long term girlfriends and mostly had flings but he's hoping to change that. Richie jokes a lot an even gave himself the added nickname of Rich to Richie so others wouldn't make the joke first. Most of the time when he's joking is in action just like his grandfather though he does it to hide how unsure he is of himself. It's why he chose not to up the mantle of Spider-Man. At least not now at least. He's afraid he wouldn't be able to live up to the name. Though he knows one day it'll come a time where he has to. He cares about his friends and would do anything for them. Even to the point of putting himself in harm's way in training exercises. His father said that would get him killed one day but he reminded him that it was his great responsibility to protect others. Other: Richard is in line to take over his family's company. He has a secret love for comic books despite living the life of those in them. He wants to one day make his own. He hasn't told anyone this.
48,157	1,302	0	2,173	2,274	Jareth threw Old Faithful’s stick shift into park. The decrepit car’s engine shuddered a few times before he withdrew the key and put her to sleep. He made sure to disconnect the battery terminal so the vehicle wouldn’t be dead in the parking lot when he returned from what was sure to be the most glorious week of his life. Jar unpacked his things from the trunk – just a single suitcase packed with clothes, a couple bottles of the good stuff, and some… ‘party enhancers’, and his beloved guitar was in a separate case, of course. He slung the instrument over his shoulder, made sure his wallet, keys, and phone were in his pockets, and pulled the wheeled suitcase behind him as he headed for the dock. Liberty of the Seas was breathtaking. Seeing the pictures online when booking this trip was one thing, but seeing her splendor in the Galveston, Texas sunshine was absolutely captivating. He couldn’t believe they’d managed to afford this. Jar had to book Crim Son gigs at least one night a week to earn enough to pay for his share. But hell, this was SO going to be worth it. Check-in went pretty painlessly, and Jareth received his keys to suite 8414 on the eighth deck of the ship. He could hardly contain his excitement as he waited in line to take the elevator up. The suite kicked even more ass – a dining space, three private/semi-private sleeping areas with big beds, and a huge balcony with a view of the ocean. “Damn…” Jar muttered in an impressed whisper as he closed the suite door behind him. It seemed like he was the first to arrive, so he picked the bedroom that seemed the best – the one in the back with an entrance to the balcony. The other available areas were the smaller bedroom immediately to the left of the entrance without access to the balcony, and the pullout king-size bed in the living room that had access to the balcony and was the biggest room, but it was only semi-private. The last to arrive would probably get that one. After unpacking only slightly, Jar headed out onto the balcony. And by slightly unpacking, he took the bottles of Silver Tree vodka and Jim Beam single barrel whiskey out of his suitcase and put them on the balcony's table with some glasses for celebratory consumption once the guys showed up. Jar stood with his hands on the railing and breathed in the salty coastal air. Closing his eyes, he tried to drive out the guilt he still felt about what happened with Yuki. They were only together for three months, but that didn’t excuse what he did. She had fallen for him, hard, and he ruined it by drunkenly sleeping with a near-stranger at a party. At first, Jar tried to justify it to himself because Yuki was stuck on being celibate, but that only made him feel more like a dick. Maybe he was just a dick… Jar pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. No, now was not the time to think about her. Yuki deserved better than him, he hoped she knew that. But this week was about self-forgiveness. Wendy, Jar’s college therapist, said that this trip should be about that, and that he should relax and have fun, but most of all, he needed to forgive himself.	NAME: Jareth Wells NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Clover Clayburn FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country FAVORITE COLOR: Silver HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.
48,158	1,302	1	2,732	5,726	Yuki "You have everything? Clothes? Tolietries? Allergy medicine?" Her mother kept sprouting off random stuff she might need, hardly taking a breath. Yuki stood in front of the taxi that was parked in front of the docks leading to the water as she unloaded her luggage and talked to her mother on the phone at the same time. Yuki tried to speak up but her mother barreled forward and she sighed, used to her mother going off on tangents. Her mother finally paused to take a breath and Yuki inserted her two cents, knowing that if she allowed her mother to get a second wind she would go on and on. "Hai, Oka-san. I promise I have everything I will need." She waved as the taxi driver drove off and faced the dock. Before her mother could start up again, Yuki promised to call them every night and bid them a good-bye. She tucked her phone in the pocket of her jeans and began wheeling her suitcase down the docks. She inhaled the air and sighed, feeling a peace settle over her. She had spent every penny of the money she had made on her part-time job in the campus cafe just to pay for her share. Her parents had offered to contribute but Yuki refused, wanting to do it herself. It involved a lot of late nights and extra shifts but the reward was worth it in the end. She reached the ship and stepped aboard, admiring the decor before she stepped up to the front desk to check-in. It went pretty smoothly and she received the key to room 8714. She headed up and felt her eyes widen as she stepped into the girls room. Those extra shifts were definitely worth it if this was the pay-off. She chose the room with the balcony and set her suitcase on the bed. She flung open the doors and breathed in the sea air. She smiled, feeling happy for the first time in weeks. A pang hit her heart as her brain tried to remember just why she hadn't been feeling happy as of late. No, she wasn't going to think of him right now. She had agreed to come to forget about that. Though it would be a little hard considering he was actually coming to. She sighed and got to unpacking, singing softly to herself as she danced around to put all her stuff away.	{redacted}
48,159	1,302	2	647	1,502	Oh my God! I definitely missed this! Delilah smiled in satisfaction as she arrived at the dock and her eyes fell on the Liberty of the Seas. It just as beautiful as her two best friends and her research had said, and brought back many memories of her childhood. The taxi stopped right in the middle of the busy street and the driver diligently unloaded her luggage: two large pink suitcases (one for clothes, another for shoes, accessories, hair, face and body products)) and a black and silver sequined Victoria's Secret backpack. Lila carefully stepped out of the taxi with the smile still in place, letting out a deep breath as the bright Texas sky hit her face and the salty breeze played with the loose strands of chocolate brown hair. "Get ready World, because Delilah Duclerc is ready to take this cruise by storm!" she muttered cheerfully as she rolled into the check-in desk dragging her signature pink suitcases. On the short time she'd spent outside, there was no doubt she'd packed and was dressed for the perfect weather: a tight blue T-shirt with the Superman logo that was just short enough to let her navel and a small part of her slim abdomen visible, white shorts, blue Converse sneakers, Oakley sunglasses and her brown hair up in a ponytail. She managed to check in with no problems and slowly made her way up to room 8714, admiring the sumptuously decorated inside of the cruise. It wasn't the most luxurious one she'd been on, but it definitely was in her tops. When she arrived at the room and looked around to see everything was as expected and in order, she found herself facing something that dampened her mood a little. "Shit, Yuki took the balcony room..." Lila muttered sadly under her breath. She had offered to pay extra for her own room ('I need my commodities, girls!' she'd whined), but her friends had called her a snob and insisted it was no fun if they wouldn't share the same room. Plus, she knew how hard Yuki had worked to afford this vacation, so she'd be a good friend and not throw a fit over something so dumb. Oh well... How bad would it be to sacrifice herself just one? Apparently, the sacrifice of being a great best friend was huge, because when Delilah opened the door to what would be her room she found herself with a place that was as big as her walk-in closet back home in California. "Yay!" she said in a sarcastic voice before closing the door behind her and trying to figure out how to organize her things in such a small space. Apparently those hours playing Tetris as a kid would come in handy now. But, hey, at least the bed was big and the room is the closest to the suite's door. That will definitely come in handy thoughout this trip if this went like she wanted.	NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her) AGE: 22 GENDER: Female EX: Hunter FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed.
48,160	1,302	3	1,965	2,257	Hunter parked his old truck by the docks, and by the docks about two blocks out where the parking was free. He figured if he could walk the distance no way was he going to pay for parking. Though he may have to pay for the sign he dented well trying to park, the damn El Camino had a bad habit of its breaks failing. Especially when he really needed it to stop. He sat in his parked vehicle for a moment. "Damn piece of shit, can't something just go right? Last thing I need is another accident." He got out and grabbed his things from the back of his truck, soon realizing why everyone else decided to park so much closer. "Well fuck. Great start!" He was trying to stay optimistic, though between his truck always failing, legal matters, going through AA, and how things have been going recently... just damn. The thoughts started to lower his decent mood. He did what he could to forget it for now, then started carrying his luggage down the two blocks. Which wouldn't have been too bad other then all the side walk traffic that day. Hunter made it to the cruise ship but he was pretty sure someone had tried to steal his wallet. He can't prove it but he's pretty sure he saw who did it. He still had it but he was on guard now. They did a basic inspection of his things, they removed his flare gun. He was personally really upset about this, and after debating for about ten minutes he had a choice to leave or get on the boat. Relentlessly he got on. Though when he got on the place was a whole new world, the ship was HUGE! It was like a small city on it, no, the boat was a small city! The over all atmosphere was better too, made Hunter feel alive again. He felt better just being on the ship then he had felt in a while. He had a good feeling that things were going to get a lot better really soon. Hunter walked into the suite, the place looked higher class then his own apartment, in fact, that would explain the huge fees. "This is what I sold my soul for? Damn, got a good deal!" Hunter just threw his multiple bags down on the couch, he preferred couches over beds anyways, plus he wasn't planning on sleeping on this trip. He knew chances were he wasn't getting on another trip like this for a long time. "Let the game, begin." Hunter said as he crashed on the couch.	NAME: Hunter Monroe NICKNAME: None but Open to one. AGE(19-25): 21 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny. EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap. FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage. HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work. PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking.
48,161	1,302	4	194	94	Fen glanced his belongings once more as he made sure that he had everything needed for the cruise, pondering if he had missed anything before concluding that there was nothing forgotten. Setting down his bags next to him as he anxiously entered the Taxi pulling out and glancing at his phone looking at the time, he wasn't late as he had an hour and a half to burn before the actual time of the ship leaving. Wondering if he wanted to wait an hour on a ship with nothing to do, he decided to stop at a Starbucks as he ordered something sweet before the taxi continued its trip to the boat. Arriving at the Docks, Fen paid the driver as he took his large cup of sugar and gave a quick sip before popping the door open and took his two orange duffle bags along with him obviously. Carrying the bags with ease, he motion the driver that he was given the get-go to leave as Fen came boarding area at the docks. Making sure his phone was still in his pocket, he hulled the bright bags up onto the ship after being checked and navigated around til he found his room. Setting down his bags, he pulled out his keys for the door labeled 8414 and inserted the key into the lock before he turned it and opened the door. With a swoop his picked up his two orange bags again in a single motion and took his keys from the front door as he shut the door behind him with a gentle tap of his shoe. "Looks pretty nice, this was pretty worth it" Fen said as he actually had quite an easy time paying for his portion of the trip, as he never spent a large amount of his paycheck. Only using his money to pay for his car insurance on his Toyota Prius and to make sure he had nice clothes to wear, besides that he saved up his money and sure he went out a lot sure, but he usually limited his spending so that he wouldn't foolishly burn it all at once. Hopefully it was as easy for his other mates to pay for the trip as he was able to but doubted that as they were probably more uninhibited on their spending than Fen was. "Guess I have the small room? Feel free to come join me in my domain" Fenris said with a small smirk at Hunter's form on the couch along with his luggage and quickly disappeared into the smaller bedroom. Closing the doors behind him, he settled down and placed down his bags on the one side of the wall as he contemplated the small room, honestly preferring the couch but he didn't mind. Pulling out his phone he quickly texted a message, with his pointer finger sliding the message together before he sent it to his mother about him arriving on the ship. She always was a bit paranoid with Fenris not responding or sending a message when he got to a place safely but it was a good habit he guessed. Taking another sip of his drink, it was a quarter full as the sweet caramel taste laid on his chilled tongue with Fenris slightly wondering how this trip was going to be...	NAME: Fenris Murray NICKNAME: 'Fen' or 'Murffy' AGE: 24 GENDER: Male, obviously EX: Adelisa Davis FAVORITE MUSIC: Techno, Pop, Country... Whatever sounds nice in his ears really FAVORITE COLOR: Purple, sometimes Blue, on other days gray, maybe green in a blue moon HOBBY(s): Partying, Hanging out, Traveling, Acting, Watching TV, Sometimes Reading PERSONALITY: Fen is an outgoing person who likes socializing with friends and strangers, being a popular floater who hangs out with and knows about everyone in some shape or form. His friendly attitude is often accompanied by his flirtatious nature, playfully teasing his friends and likes to make them uncomfortable when he gets close and personal but its usually a sign that he likes you so most people take it as a compliment. While he may be a friendly and sociable guy, he easily holds grudges but hides his opinions about them with a polite mask for both their sakes. His ability to hide his emotion is a good thing however, he often holds them in instead of releasing it and confronting making him get into trouble more when it all just... pops. But lets hope that never happens right? TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: None MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Double Majoring in Astrophysics and Psychology OTHER: Nothing to major... But he likes Lemonade
48,162	1,302	5	2,173	2,274	The sound of a door closing within the suite pulled Jar’s mind from being captivated by the endless ocean waves. The Liberty of the Seas was so massive and steady, it was hard to believe they were actually on a boat, it felt more like an island. Jar turned to see Hunter plopping on the couch through the sliding glass door to the living area. Jareth knocked on the glass to get Hunter’s attention before sliding open the door to greet his friend. “Bro, what the hell are you doing on the couch?” Jar asked incredulously with a laugh “You do realize that that-” he pointed behind himself “- is the fucking ocean out there.” It wasn’t long before Fenris showed up and went to set things up in his own room. Jar smiled wide, now the part could truly begin. Fen liked to party almost as much as Jar did, and Hunter, well… Jar hoped his silly AA business wouldn’t get in the way of them having a good time this week. The wannabe rockstar grabbed the bottle of Jim Beam and three shot glasses off of the table. “I know ya’ll aren’t going to let me drink alone.” He gestured the glasses towards Fenris first, who was inevitably sipping from some caramel frappe-macchi-whatever. “You can even put it in your bitch drink, if you’d like, Fen! But we are definitely starting this cruise with shots!” Jar teased with a bright smile of nearly perfect teeth.	NAME: Jareth Wells NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Clover Clayburn FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country FAVORITE COLOR: Silver HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.
48,163	1,302	6	2,090	2,173	Addy made quick time of arriving at the Docks. Well, as quick as the taxi driver took her. She opened the car door and stared in awe at the beautiful scene in front of her, the huge cruise ship sitting in the water. This being her first cruise would be interesting, but atleast she'll start this journey with her two best friends! She couldn't wait to see them and enjoy her first cruise. It will be a memory that will live on in her heart. As she grabbed her things from the trunk, she felt her phone vibrate. Her eyes lit up and she grabbed her phone from her pocket after setting her luggage on the floor next to her foot. She read a text from one of her brothers saying she better not have taken his water blaster and that he needed it to prank his girlfriend. she rolled her eyes and told him she was going on a cruise, so why would she bring a water gun? She brought her bubblegun instead. She shook her head as she walked onto the ship, luggage in tow. Addy felt like a kid in a candy store with how she looked around. Of course, she had absolutely no clue where her room was; that could be a problem seeing as she needs to set her luggage down to go have fun. She asked one of the veteran floaters where she would find room 8714 and the woman, as talkative as she was, directed her. Addy thanked the woman before leaving her and going to the suite. It wasn't hard to find the room at all but it wasn't like she didn't have help. She opened the door to the suite and grinned excitedly. The room wasn't a room, but a luxurious apartment. No wonder she had to pay an arm and a leg to stay here. She noticed that both doors were closed. The other must be here too she thought. She threw her luggage onto the couch and sighed in relief. Living with her brothers wasn't easy seeing as they all love to be extremely loud sleepers, so she was used to taking that couch. In fact it made the experience twenty times more comfortable. She said loudly "honey I'm home!" She went into her luggage and popped out a bottle of whiskey, knowing full well that she was going to be heavily intoxicated at some point on this trip. She took a large chug of the drink and set it on the table next to the couch.	Adelisa Davis {Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman} Information Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc. Colors~ black, red, purple, blue Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips. Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license Personality Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone. Other Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses.
48,164	1,302	7	1,965	2,257	Hunter sat up on the couch when Jareth started talking to him. And he was right! Why the hell was Hunter relaxing on a couch instead of enjoying the trip! Then Fenris soon came in, things were seeming great so far. Then Hunter saw it, Jar had brought out a bottle of Jim Beam. Then proceeded to pour several shots. More then two so chances were he was thinking that Hunter was going to drink too. And he had a few options of how to reply, some were reasonable, others were rude as hell, and one was... pushing everyone's luck. "I have... something to say." Hunter walked over to Jareth and looked him dead in the eyes. "Let's party like there is no tomorrow." Then he smiled as he grabbed the shot glass and chugged it down. Yes, Hunter was supposed to go easy on alcohol, actually his counselor told him to not drink at all for a few weeks to finish off the withdrawal. But this was vacation! He was going to enjoy it! Then he would sober up when he got back, no big deal right? Though he can't remember if that's what he was thinking after the second shot. Or was it third?	NAME: Hunter Monroe NICKNAME: None but Open to one. AGE(19-25): 21 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny. EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap. FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage. HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work. PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking.
48,165	1,302	8	2,732	5,726	Her sketchpad and camera were set carefully on the nightstand resting next to the bed and her clothes were hung up in the closet and placed in the drawers of the dresser on the far side of the wall. She rested a small bag next to the bed, items such as her bathroom necessities and such hidden inside. Her work finished, she plopped down onto the bed and stared out the open doors of the balcony, the slight breeze ruffling her brown curls. She closed her eyes and fell backwards, bouncing slightly on the soft bed. "I will have fun on this vacation. I will not think of him one bit." She chanted to herself as she opened her eyes and sat up. She pulled her phone out of her pocket to text her mother and let her know Yuki had boarded safely before she grabbed her camera and began taking pictures of her lavish room. The other demand her mother had made beside for Yuki to call every night and be safe was for the girl to take as many pictures as she could so her mother could see when Yuki went home for the holidays. As Yuki had been planning on taking pictures anyway, she happily agreed to those terms. Yuki snapped a couple of pictures, wondering when Addy and Delilah were going to arrive. Her question was answered not soon after when she heard a voice call out from the main room. Yuki smiled and padded over to her door, opening it and peeking out. She saw Addy on the couch and the door to the other bedroom closed so she assumed Delilah was in there. The Japanese girl stepped out of her room and approached Addy. A small frown crossed her face when she noticed the other girl was already drinking but didn't say anything. Addy knew how much her drinking alcohol displeased Yuki but as Addy was an adult, Yuki didn't say anything and instead greeted her best friend. "Kon'nichiwa Addy! Was your trip here pleasant?" Yuki inquired, knowing her friends were used to her formal way of speaking since they've known each other for a long time.	{redacted}
48,166	1,302	9	194	94	Fen smiled at the gesture as he took the glass offered to him, and drank it without problem before pouring another one before downing it quickly as his first one as well. Smiling at the half-empty bottle already, the liquor would most likely be done by the end of the night if they continued to drink at this steady rate. "Heh, agreed and who ever falls asleep first is going to get it" He said mischievously to the other two guys, as he looked around. Was there anything happening latter tonight, he didn't remember but hopefully there was something to occupy the long night that they were going to have. Contemplating on getting another shot as he looked at the glass in his hand still, he set his glass to the side and would get his third shot latter. Walking out through the doors and out into the balcony, he looked down at the deck as he saw people walking around still exploring the ship until they were sooner or latter be ushered to their own rooms. The sight would be amazing once morning comes as the sun would rise with it painting the sky with the colors of yellows, oranges and if they were lucky green as well. Walking back inside the room, he contemplated on what to do but found nothing too exciting to actually do and instead just sat on the arm of the couch. Watching the other two boys to see if they were going to take even more shots, or whatever else was going to happen really as he had nothing to do.	NAME: Fenris Murray NICKNAME: 'Fen' or 'Murffy' AGE: 24 GENDER: Male, obviously EX: Adelisa Davis FAVORITE MUSIC: Techno, Pop, Country... Whatever sounds nice in his ears really FAVORITE COLOR: Purple, sometimes Blue, on other days gray, maybe green in a blue moon HOBBY(s): Partying, Hanging out, Traveling, Acting, Watching TV, Sometimes Reading PERSONALITY: Fen is an outgoing person who likes socializing with friends and strangers, being a popular floater who hangs out with and knows about everyone in some shape or form. His friendly attitude is often accompanied by his flirtatious nature, playfully teasing his friends and likes to make them uncomfortable when he gets close and personal but its usually a sign that he likes you so most people take it as a compliment. While he may be a friendly and sociable guy, he easily holds grudges but hides his opinions about them with a polite mask for both their sakes. His ability to hide his emotion is a good thing however, he often holds them in instead of releasing it and confronting making him get into trouble more when it all just... pops. But lets hope that never happens right? TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: None MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Double Majoring in Astrophysics and Psychology OTHER: Nothing to major... But he likes Lemonade
48,167	1,302	10	2,173	2,274	Much to Jar’s delight, Hunter took the shot he had offered. “YESSSS!” he exclaimed and swung his arm around Hunter’s shoulders, sloshing the contents of the other two shots as he did so. “Don’t worry, mate. It’s just vacation; I won’t let you get too crazy. Back on the wagon right after!” Jar winked mischievously. Fenris took his share of the single barrel whiskey and they all knocked back the first shot together. Jareth poured them all a second chaser shot and, before the others could pound it down, he said “Waitwaitwait!” Jar smiled and held up his glass, “First, a toast…” his eyes turned thoughtful and distant “Here’s to paradise. A week with no papers, no deadlines, and no drama… just sunshine and sand, drinks in our hands, smiles on our faces, and bikini-clad women as far as the eye can see!” He laughed and they followed the toast with a quick ‘cheers’ as they all downed the second shot. The boys spent some time together, chatting about their drive to the port and what they planned to do that week. Standing out on the balcony, they got to watch as the coast of Texas shrunk into the distant horizon. Before long, there was ocean as far as the eye could see in every direction. “Holy shit…” Jar mused and started nodding his head, slowly at first, and then faster as a fierce smile spread across his cheeks. “WOO! We're on a fucking BOAT!” he let out a party call loud enough for anyone in the nearest mile to hear and threw his fists in the air. The guys chuckled and pondered what to do first. Jar’s stomach was rumbling. “How ‘bout some chow? I remembering readin’ about all the great restaurants here…” Jar swung into the back into the suite through the open glass door, feeling a little bit of a pleasant buzz. “Ah, here it is!” Jareth held up a little pamphlet towards the guys and then flipped it open to scan the contents. “The Jade Restaurant, it’s an Asian fusion type place. They got stuff from Japan, China, India… they boast some good Thai options, man I love Thai food! What do ya think?” Hunter and Fenris agreed that they were both pretty hungry and eager to explore, so together they headed out. Jar made sure to lock the suite door behind them and keep the key card safe in his wallet, which was chained to his jeans. It’d be a real shame if they got too crazy and accidentally locked themselves out of their suite or something. “Everyone got your keys? Phones?” he asked, and upon confirmation they made their way through the sea of people who also seemed to have the same idea as them; Explore.	NAME: Jareth Wells NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Clover Clayburn FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country FAVORITE COLOR: Silver HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.
48,168	1,302	11	647	1,502	Just as Delilah was finishing settling into what would be her fishbowl cough room for the week, her slight annoyance at the fact that almost half of her stuff had to stay in her luggage faded away when she heard Adelisa make her grand entrance with the words 'Honey, I'm home!'. Lila gave a small laugh, but took a few extra minutes to let the hair out of her ponytail, change into a striped black and white sleeveless bikini, a white lace cover-up and gold flip-flops, spritz on some of her signature fruity perfume, and to pack her wallet, room key, tanning oil, iPhone 6 Plus, earphones and sunglasses into her Victoria's Secret tote bag. The first thing she would do on this trip was grab a frozen drink, get her tanning on and enjoy the sunset; but first things first. When she was finished, Lila went to say hi to her friends. "Hello there, ladies!" Delilah greeted them cheerfully with a bright smile, giving each of her best friends a big hug. "Sorry it took me a little while to come out say hi. I was trying to unsuccessfully fit my stuff into my 'room'-" she said that last word while doing air quotes and rolling her eyes. "Apparently my share of payment for this suite included the real-life experience of staying in the cupboard under the stairs Harry Potter lived in for so long!" Lila told them with a laugh before giving Adelisa and Yuki a devilish smile. "Plus, if things go the way I want them to, the only thing in that room I'll really be needing is the king-sized bed." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at them. Lila noticed the bottle of whiskey in Dela's hand, and a wave of unwanted memories flooded into her mind: voices arguing, a man stumbling and breaking everything he came across, the stench of alcohol filling a room similar in size as the one she was staying in, headlights flashing, a high-pitched scream... No... Lila begged herself to stop right there. The dark part of her life where she dated Hunter was in the past, exactly where it belonged. No use in wasting time thinking about that. In an effort to clear her mind, she said to the girls, "How about we go out to the balcony to catch up?" When they replied, Lila took a seat in one of the balcony chairs, rummaged in her bag for her sunglasses and put them on. She was enjoying the graceful view of the ocean, savoring the peace this getaway would offer her when a guy's voice shouting 'WOOOOOO! We're on a fucking boat!' killed her vibe. "No shit, Sherlock!" Lila shouted back, hopefully loud enough for him to hear. "You won't be in it much longer if you don't shut up!"	NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her) AGE: 22 GENDER: Female EX: Hunter FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed.
48,169	1,302	12	2,090	2,173	Addy smiled at Yuki and Lila, their complete opposite personalities made her feel whole. She loved them both deeply, but this vacation would bring them together stronger than before... or so she thinks. Addy stood up and said "how about, instead of sitting around a balcony all day, we could show off our bikinis for some hunks at the pool?" She grinned at them. Seeing as she was single now, Addy could do what she wanted. Though, she did still have feelings for him... just another reason for this vacation! As they say, to get over someone you've got to get under someone else! Adelisa and Delilah fully embraced that notion, Yuki wasn't much for it. Addy threw off her Slipknot shirt to reveal a black bikini top with red skulls decorating the fabric. She heard the guy and heard Lila's reply before laughing softly and saying "Oh come on! We're here to party too! I'm just as excited as that guy!" Addy winked at the girls before dashing out to the front door and opening it; she stuck her head out and shouted "Woo! Watch out, boys! I'm single and ready to conquer!" She went back inside and giggled immensely.	Adelisa Davis {Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman} Information Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc. Colors~ black, red, purple, blue Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips. Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license Personality Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone. Other Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses.
48,170	1,302	13	2,732	5,726	\| Yuki heard the door click open behind her and whirled, spying Delilah stepping out of her room. Yuki smiled and waved, giving her other friend the same greeting. As Delilah rolled her eyes at the room she was staying in, Yuki felt her smile dim. Oh...When had first arrived she hadn't really thought about if the other girls might want the big bedroom too. She glanced at the door to the balcony room before looking back at Delilah, a small frown on her face. "I am so sorry Lia! I'm so selfish, I didn't even think of if you would want the room. I can have my stuff packed up and you can take it." She said, a sincere look on her face. As Delilah went to the balcony, Yuki froze when she heard the male voice shouting out obviously that they were on a boat then Delilah answering in kind. Yuki stared towards the balcony with a startled expression on her face. Was that...? No, it couldn't be. She wouldn't let it be. She had come on this vacation to escape the memories, she was not going to think about him. At hearing Addy's idea of showing off their bikini's, Yuki blushed. While she was much up for the showing off part, she wouldn't mind a swim. She grabbed her black, white, and pink pooka-dot and striped bikini and changed into it before throwing a baby doll pink cover up over it. She let her brown curls down and brushed them out, the locks falling to her waist.	{redacted}
48,171	1,302	14	1,965	2,257	It was a new beginning, sure Hunter was drunk as hell even though his counselor told him to not only not get drunk, but to not drink at all. Though he had to admit he had done stupider things just to get a date. "Let's do this peoples!" Hunter said pretty much ignoring what Jareth just said about keys and phones. Hunter always had keys on him, and he knew how to get past the lock anyways. Though getting past the locks drunk with out a key would be hard. Though that would be a problem for later. As for a phone who needed one right? They were on vacation, who would call him here right? So most parties tend to go the same way for Hunter, following a few basic things in said order. 1) he goes attempting to have a good time. 2) Gets bored and sits around. 3) Gets drunk and does something to draw attention. 4) Gets attention, could be good or bad. 5) Forgets the rest of the night and claims it was awesome. Though you change that order it normally has some interesting results. And being the man he was, first thing he did when he got to the restaurant was order a drink. He was with Tequila, something strong but cheap. He just picked something random off the menu not knowing what most the things were. When the others eventually sat down Hunter was racing with excitement. "Guys! This is even better then when I was in the demolition derby!" He then thought about what he said then corrected himself. "No... No it's not. But it's on the list! Mainly because I see a lot more hot people here then at the derby." Which was true, the derby was a one time event he was actually paid to do because the original driver didn't trust the car that he was supposed to drive. "So now that we're here? What shall we do? I mean have our food of course, but I mean, get someone to go back with? Piss people off? Both? I'm open to be honest!" He downed the small glass of tequila. "I feel I can take on the world guys!" Nothing could bring him down, he was amped up on pretty much anything he could find, and felt like it was a completely new beginning. What could possibly ruin such a great moment?	NAME: Hunter Monroe NICKNAME: None but Open to one. AGE(19-25): 21 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny. EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap. FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage. HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work. PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking.
48,172	1,302	15	2,173	2,274	When the guys got to the restaurant, Jar waited until Hunter wasn’t paying much attention - which didn’t take long - and told the waitress to make his drinks weak or virgin, because he’d probably already had enough. The girl was gave him a charming smile and nodded before rattling off the specials. Jar ordered a light beer to go with his dinner, which was a simple pad thai with tofu. His friends knew he was vegetarian and tended to tease him for it, so he tried to be discreet with his order. Hunter rambled about this being being almost as fun as the demolition derby. “Dude, this is going to be way better than some derby, you’ll see. I’m so stoked to try the surf simulator, or maybe actually surf when we get to an island. That’d be dope.” Jareth shifted in his chair and smiled as his eyes scanned the crowd. There were a lot of hot people here, many of the girls had bikinis peeking out of skimpy cover-ups as they ate and walked around. “First, I think we should head back to our suite and get suited up for the pool, though. I wanna see the best this boat has to offer.” Jar said as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down at Fen and Hunter suggestively before chowing down on his dinner.	NAME: Jareth Wells NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Clover Clayburn FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country FAVORITE COLOR: Silver HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.
48,173	1,302	16	1,965	2,257	Hunter, felt like he was on his game tonight. Give or take. "Go back to our suite? It seems I am the only one prepared for tonight!" Hunter then proceeded to start taking off his pants. "I cam prepared with my trunks already... nope that's my underwear hold on." Hunter then spent a moment attempting to get his pants back up, which was hard with both being drunk and the fact that his belt was still in place. Taking off was one thing well the belt was on, putting them on was like watching a drunk idiot attempting to dance. After he got his pants back on he looked back up to the guys. "So... going back to our rooms doesn't seem like that bad of an idea..." He was drunk, but he was also able to realize he just opened up his pants for the world to see his underwear. "Also I think we could meet some really nice, hot people at the pool. I think it's time I found someone else to fill that void. Or I can go back to watching Anime for the rest my life. I am open to both to be honest." After Hunter got his food he started eating it like there was no tomorrow. "So, when do we start?" Hunter said with food hanging out his mouth.	NAME: Hunter Monroe NICKNAME: None but Open to one. AGE(19-25): 21 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny. EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap. FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage. HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work. PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking.
48,174	1,302	17	647	1,502	At Yuki's apology for taking the room, Delilah waved an airy hand from her balcony chair. "Nah, that's okay, Hun. First come, first served! Plus I know how hard you worked to be here, so make the most out of it, okay?" she told her sweetly. Then Dela decided that catching up in the suite's balcony was not for her, so she suggested they showed the world what they had to offer by the pool side. Lila grinned at Adelisa's suggestion. "You, my dear, are thinking along the same lines as I am," she told her, standing up from her chair and strutting down to the suite's door in a mock-catwalk way. She followed Adelisa to the door and turned in the direction of the balcony room where Yuki still stood, the action sending her brown waves flying and almost slapping Dela's face. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go hunting, Kiki! I'm sure you'll find someone of your liking out there." Just then, Adelisa winked at both her and Kiki before dashing out to the front door and opening it. "What the hell are you doing? Aren't you gonna wait for-" she began, but stopped when Adelisa stuck her head out, shouted "Woo! Watch out, boys! I'm single and ready to conquer!", and stuck her head back inside, giggling immensely. "You are out of your mind, girl." Lila declared, trying her hardest to keep a straight face, but failing and giggling along with Adelisa. She waited until Yuki finished getting ready before taking a hand of each girl and enthusiastically dragging them to the elevators. "I read online that there's a place called the Solarium up in the eleventh floor. It's exclusively 18 and over, which means you're safe from jail-bait, and the jacuzzis are made from glass panes that give you the best view of the ocean and the horizon. I can't imagine a better way to start off our trip than get some sun, sip on some drinks and watch the sunset in a jacuzzi. Does that sound like a plan?" Lila asked the girls while the golden elevator doors opened. She looked at each of them excitedly, eyes shining with the prospect of the good times and memories waiting to be built on this trip. Lila waited for Yuki's and Adelisa's answer to eagerly press the button with the number eleven on it.	NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her) AGE: 22 GENDER: Female EX: Hunter FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed.
48,175	1,302	18	2,732	5,726	\| Yuki smiled sweetly at Delilah, glad that her friend wasn't upset that she had taken the room with the balcony. Though would have switched with either of her friends in a heartbeat if they had wanted the balcony bedroom really badly. Yuki didn't mind having a small room. At Delilah mentioning that Yuki might find someone that catches her eye, the girl blushed as her eyes fell to the floor. Find another guy? Yeah right. She was still hurting from him. Honestly, she didn't come on this trip to find another guy, she came on this trip to forget about guys in general. She didn't think her heart was ready for dating and she definitely wasn't going to anywhere one night stands. Nope, guys were absolutely off the list. She shook her head fondly as Dela darted out the door and shouted that the boys better watch out. She didn't know where the girl got all her confidence from but Yuki would sure like to borrow some. She kind of got tired of being so shy around everyone but that was just how she was; she just couldn't help it. Yuki smiled when Delilah grabbed her and Addy's hand, tugging them out and towards the elevator. The petite listened close as her friend rattled off about a place on the eleventh floor and bit her lip gently as she thought it over. After a few moments deliberation, Yuki finally nodded with a smile. "Sure! Sounds fun!" She chirped, brushing some brown curls back behind her ears. She had left her glasses behind for once, trying out her new contacts that she had bought. So far it was working out well though it had taken her a little bit to get used to the feel of something in her eye but after a while she got used to it.	{redacted}
48,176	1,302	19	2,090	2,173	Adelisa followed the girls with a soft giggle. She was already excited to find out what adventures Yuki and Delilah could create for her. Yuki would decide on the more sweet and relaxing trips around the ship, while Delilah would be the party animal side. Adelisa looked at the both of them with a smile and silently thanked them for being her friends. They were there for her when she went through one of her worst times, losing her mother, and they were there for one of her best times, getting her license. She was glad they became her family after all that happened. She said "this trip is going to be something we'll never ever forget!" She shook her hips and did a little dance to show her excitement. The medium sized girl was just full of craziness, as her friends discovered when they met; but she was going to let all of her craziness out for this trip. She didn't care what strangers thought of her. Her only wish was that there would some sort of karaoke or open mic night thing on this ship so she could rock out and make all the boys drool with her awesome voice. Not that she was conceited or anything (sarcasm). She looked at Delilah and asked "is there gonna be an open mic night or something?" Adelisa smirked like a Chesire cat when she asked. She knew she didn't have the body, like Delilah, or the adorable factor, like Yuki, so her voice would be her calling card. The three were so different, Delilah was the sexy one, Yuki was the cute shy one, and Adelisa was the rocker bad ass one. It just clicked. They all had something to give to eachother and they all had big enough hearts to balance each other out. They were perfect in Adelisa's eyes. She was so afraid to see it be destroyed, but she knew that they could last just about anything.	Adelisa Davis {Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman} Information Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc. Colors~ black, red, purple, blue Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips. Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license Personality Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone. Other Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses.
48,177	1,302	20	1,534	466	Jules was eager to explore the ship some more. He had done his research, but he wanted to see it with his own eyes now. He had been so busy as of late, not to mention what had happened with Addy. It would be nice if some magic happened during this trip. He had longed for this trip as it would allow him to take his mind from anything, even if just for a little while. He nodded at Jar "The phone stays off though." he smiled. They knew how it was, he had a business to run and people never really left him alone. He had told them specifically not to call him, but it would probably take a few days for them to get the message. "Let's go!" In the restaurant he opened his menu to the Japanese dishes. Something that was drilled to him during his long time doing aikido. His teacher had often taken them out for Japanese. If he had learned one thing during his lessons it was that Japanese food was his thing. To drink he ordered a glass of wine of a brand he had never heard before. It was one of his habits to try new wines when he could. This would probably be his last drink for a short time. If there was one other thing that had been drilled into him, it was discpline. Much to other guys' disdain, he never really went all the way. But he could keep up with them without it. "Just you wait Hunter. This will completely blow the derby out of the water. As the food came and the talking continued Jules would sometimes seem rather lost in thought, only half-listening to the banter of his friends. He ate slowly, playing a little bit with his food at times as he thought. He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted. He wanted to have fun, sure, but what else did he want here? The last months had been quite... eventfull. He wanted to take this time off to forget his normal life for a bit. Maybe Jar's idea was indeed the best option Which of the pools will have the hottest girls, though?" returning the gesture to Jar before he turned his attention to Hunter's antics and started laughing. He liked hunter, he breathed some life in the group. He was very different from the calm and serious Jules. It helped him from getting completely lost within himself at times. "I think we'll have to start as soon as possible. We can't let others have the best ones, after all." He grinned as he began wolfing down his food.	NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else. AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Adelisa Davis FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular. FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault.
48,178	1,302	21	1,965	2,257	Things seemed to be going great! Hunter was pretty sure the alcohol wasn't in control, and if it was there was no cars around for him to wreck! "Alright then! Let's pool this!" Hunter finished his meal and the next few moments seemed to fly by. -Leave restaurant -grabs swimming clothes -find pool -get lost -realize he left others -Finds a pretty girl -says something inappropriate -gets first aid for broken nose The night was going good. And the pool was nice. Though Hunter was starting to realize that he may have left faster then the other realized. It didn't matter, things seemed to normally go like that. All he had to do now was find a way to draw attention so his peeps could find him again! Hunter stole the first microphone he could find. Even though this pool was not really meant for karaoke, he was determined to try. He use to be good at singing, like 7 years ago. But it's a skill that never fades right? Even when drunk out of your mind right? "GOOD MORNING... BOAT PEOPLE!" He had to think about that for a moment, almost forgot where he was. "Today! I will go with a good old classic I like to call..." And another fail moment. He had no idea what to even do, he couldn't remember what songs he still remembered all the words to. "Hold on I got this..." He stood for a moment trying to think, ignoring the staff member he stole the mic from.	NAME: Hunter Monroe NICKNAME: None but Open to one. AGE(19-25): 21 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny. EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap. FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage. HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work. PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking.
48,179	1,302	22	647	1,502	Delilah was a bit worried about Yuki when the young girl showed some hesitation about her Solarium plan, but was ecstatic when she finally nodded with a smile and said: "Sure! Sounds fun!" Lila squealed, gave a few little jumps of joy while clapping her hands and hit the number eleven on the panel without further ado. On the way, Addy had shown her excitement by declaring that the trip would be something they'd never ever forget along with a little dance, and had asked about an open mic night with a Cheshire smile on her face that Lila knew all too well. "Oh God, Addy... Please don't even think about it. You'll have all the guys in the bag and leave none for Yuki and me!" Lila whined, but smiled teasingly at Adelisa to show she was just joking. They reached the eleventh floor in a matter of seconds. As soon as they stepped out, Lila let out a gasp of surprise. The place was stunningly beautiful. The floor had a fantastic view of the dark blue ocean and the residing Texas coast line. Right in front of them, the juice bar that Lila had been talking about was open, offering a wide selection of fruit drinks to quench the thirst of those who didn't fancy alcohol. To their left was a fancy-looking Italian restaurant that Lila made note to visit (she was an Italian food addict at heart, so might as well), and to their right stood a water park complete with slides, water cannons and waterfalls. Suddenly, Lila's idea of the Solarium was put on hold as the inner child in her expressed a desire to play around the water park. She turned to her friends with a pleading smile. "So um... Would you guys call me crazy for wanting to ditch the whole Solarium idea for a bit and just go there after we have a little fun in the water park?" Lila asked them in a small voice. She hadn't been in a water park in years, and she hadn't outgrown the novelty of it even if she was 22. Sure, Lila could seem like the whole sexy, confident, mature woman (and people were right in assuming so); but in moments like this, she felt like a young girl again.	NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her) AGE: 22 GENDER: Female EX: Hunter FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed.
48,180	1,302	23	2,732	5,726	\|\| Yuki couldn't help but feel rather excited about the whole thing. While she wasn't for the boy aspect of the trip, she fully planned on enjoying the rest of the trip with her friends. This was a time where she could be with them and not have to worry about school or anything else. Here no one knew her and she could relax, take a few pictures and maybe sketch a few pictures. As Delilah hit the number eleven button, Yuki shared in Adelisa's excitement though she didn't jump around like she secretly wanted to. A big smile did appear on her face, making her dimples appear. As Adelisa mentioned an open mic, she didn't groan teasingly like their other friend. Yuki didn't care if all the boys devoted their attention to her two friends. She smiled encouragingly. "I would like to hear you sing Addy." She said. She liked Adelisa's voice, it was amazing and made the petite girl wish she could have a voice like that. But oh well. Can't have it all. As the elevator doors opened, Yuki's smile morphed into a look of awe as she gazed around her. Her hands twitched for a moment, the urge to take pictures washing over her and she felt slightly regretful she didn't have her camera with her. She placed it on her to-do list as she stepped off onto the floor with her friends. This place was amazing! She was happy to see they had fruity drinks for the non-alcoholics as her eyes skid over the restaurant, noting they should try there later. But her full attention was captured by the water park resting before them. At Delilah's plead to go there first, Yuki turned to her with big eyes. "You don't have to ask me twice!" She then turned to look at Addy, deploring her puppy-dog eyes. Yuki knew that it was cheating but come on, it was a water park!	{redacted}
48,181	1,302	24	2,173	2,274	Jules had asked which pool would have the hottest girls. “Well, I’d say the 18+ one, that way there’s no jailbait issues.” Jar said with a chuckle and took a sip of his beer. If one could feel mellow and excited at the same time, that’s what he felt. This place was awesome and he couldn’t wait to see what the week would bring. The guys finished their food as hungry men often do, scarfing it down and all but missing the taste of it. They had made it back to the suite as a group and went their separate ways to change clothes, well, those of them that needed to did. Jareth put his black and grey trunks on and kept his weathered Atreyu tanktop on, once at the pool he wouldn’t be wearing it anyway. Knowing that he would soon be shirtless in front of girls set his testosterone in motion and he promptly did a few dozen sit ups and push ups to get his muscles flexed. Jar wasn’t a super buff dude, but being a stage personality kept him aware of his appearance, and personal upkeep was important to him. There really was something to say for the whole 'when you look good, you feel good' thing in his opinion. Jareth gave his hair a check in the mirror. He had trimmed it a bit since the break up and his dark brown, nearly black, locks fell to just about his eyebrows and below his ears on the sides. Once he emerged from his room he saw Jules, but Hunter was nowhere to be found. “He probably already took off.” Jar said, “Hopefully the wayward kid made it there without getting escorted away by security.” Jareth opened the door for them and locked it once they left. “To Solarium!” he announced happily, as if it were some battle cry. It wasn’t so hard to spot Hunter upon arrival to the pool, as he had stolen the mic from some poor staff member. Was he trying to get them kicked off? Jar rolled his eyes and turned to Jules, he wasn’t going to go down with that ship (hehe). He eyed the juice bar instead of acknowledging Hunter. “Hmm, I really want to drink something out of a coconut. But, maybe I should wait till we get to our first island for that.” he mused to Julius. There was also a big indoor water park nearby. Jareth did a double take at some girl in pink, she was kind of far away, but she looked familiar. Odd...	NAME: Jareth Wells NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Clover Clayburn FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country FAVORITE COLOR: Silver HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.
48,182	1,302	25	1,534	466	Jules' interest clearly sparked when Jar mentioned the existance of the 18+ pool. "Wait, hold up. Hunting without headaches?" he smirked "I think I have found my natural habitat!" He was joking. The guys knew Jules wasn't really a skirt-chaser, at least not constantly. However, that didn't mean he'd pass up the oppurtunity given an entire pool of hot girls. If there was onething Jules called himself, it would be an oppurtunist. And this oppurtunity was too nice to pass up. "Dibs on the sexy ones, all of them." Once he was back in his room he jumped in the bed and relaxed for a bit. Changing into his swimming trunks would only take a second, he had the time. He pulled out his phone that had been turned off all this time. I should at least check, shouldn't I? he thought to himself as he turned it on. To his surprise, he had only about seven missed calls. Ever since his company had taken off he had hired a few employees. Ever since then his phone has been bombared with calls. He was happy to see his vacation time was at least somewhat respected. He might call back tomorrow, but not now. He got up and switched into simple blue swimming trunks along with a white shirt. Before putting on the shirt, he briefly inspected himself in the mirror and smiled "Still got it." Swimming tends to develop the body in its own particular way, and he had done a lot of it. He had rather broad shoulders and well defined abdominal muscles. Just the way he liked it; muscular but not buff. He probably would've fallen in love with swimming even if it was purely for vanity. It helped that he actually enjoys the sport itself, though. After his short period of self-appreciation, he went to fetch Jar. "Would be less competition for us." He laughed at his battlecry. He would let him draw attention here, he'd take it back in the pool. "We know that guy?" he joked to Jar as they noticed Hunter. Just like Jar he wasn't too keen on getting dragged into that. "Nothing's stopping you from doing it both times. Either way, I see greater priorities." Jules was naturally talking about the many girls around. Not to mention, Jules couldn't wait to jump into that pool. The touch of water on his skin was something he had been craving for a while. "Don't forget, called dibs." he smirked as he ran for the pool. All he wanted to do right now was relax.	NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else. AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Adelisa Davis FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular. FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault.
48,183	1,302	26	2,090	2,173	Addy smiled at the two girls and said "you guys should do it, but I haven't gone to a water park in years! Besides, I see a few things I might have to put on my to-do list." She spotted the back of a guy with tattoos running up and down his arms and instantly zoned in on his behind before looking back at her friends and giggling. "But what the hell, right? Let's do it!" She smiled and shrugged. Something felt off about the trip now, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Was it that she just wasn't at home? Or maybe it's the fact that she didn't have her guitar? She just got the odd feeling that something was going to happen. Addy shrugged it off and smiled. "Let's do this thing! To the waterpark!" she said with a smirk. It was time to let loose and forget about everything, including Jules. Of course, she if his name was even mentioned her blood would boil. He was attractive, that's for sure, but he was such a manipulative jerk! He wanted someone "tame", and that sure as hell was not her. She cleared her thoughts before she grew angrier and started walking to the waterpark.	Adelisa Davis {Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman} Information Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc. Colors~ black, red, purple, blue Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips. Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license Personality Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone. Other Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses.
48,184	1,302	27	1,965	2,257	Once Hunter was forced to give the microphone back he may have replied with some colorful words. Though when he started walking off he walked his way back to the employee who he apologized to soon after. At least Hunter thinks he apologized? What did matter though was even though Hunter was still a bit drunk he was still in the right mind to know that there were some nice people in need of his attention at the pool. Hunter noticed both Jareth and and Jules at what seemed to be another bar? Didn't matter, Hunter was drunk enough and if he wanted more to drink he has some in his bag back in his room. Hunter made his way to the water park, looking at the whole place like if he was a kid again. And it felt great. "LET'S DO THIS!" Hunter ran to the water park making it about 10 feet before he tripped and fell. But quickly recovering to continue running. Hunter did what he always does when first entering any form of amusement park, go down the biggest slide he could find. Once at the bottom he found himself in a pool. Once surfacing he knew he must have been drunk as hell. He was starting to see things now? That was a new one. He crawled his way out of the pool and ran his way over to a group of ladies. "Hey Ladies! There's no way you're going to believe this but... You guys all look like some people I use to know!" He pointed to one of them. "I mean you look like my ex even!" He'd start laughing. "I mean could you imagine how awkward that would be! Especially with the threats I got from her dad!" He started laughing a lot harder before something came to him. These girls looked... very familiar. It was the tattoo that got his attention. A tattoo of five black stars that formed an S shape on the arm of one of them. "Well... son of a fuck."	NAME: Hunter Monroe NICKNAME: None but Open to one. AGE(19-25): 21 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny. EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap. FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage. HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work. PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking.
48,185	1,302	28	647	1,502	With an excited squeal, Lila ran to the nearby lockers to safely tuck away her belongings, waited for the other girls to do so too before taking off her cover-up and running to the stairs that led to the water slide. She took turns to ride in all of them, giggling happily with her hands in the air every time she went down each slide. So far this trip was going very well, and she was having so much fun! Fun was welcome when you were a Chemistry major like her that, apart from her difficult classes, did 20 hours of undergraduate research weekly. If this was a sign of how the rest of her vacation would go, then it was certainly going to be one of her best ones ever (not the first one, though. That time she went to Iceland and saw the Aurora Borealis was totally in first place.) After getting tired of going up and down the slides, Lila and the girls had been splashing away, playfully having a water fight when a drunk guy staggered in their direction. Lila had her back to him, so she didn't notice this until she heard a familiar voice shout out: "Hey Ladies! There's no way you're going to believe this but... You guys all look like some people I used to know!" Delilah's blood began to boil when she instantly recognized the voice, and face had changed from happy to disbelieving to annoyed to downright furious in record time. What were the odds that out of all the people in the world she could've bumped into on this cruise, it had to be the man who'd happen to almost run over her? Apparently, the ones that weren't in her favor. The guy didn't stop there. He had started laughing like a complete idiot and continued to shout: "I mean could you imagine how awkward that would be! Especially with the threats I got from her dad!" At that, Lila finally mustered the strength to turn around and face her fears, and she was upset to see that her prayers of this being just some sick joke were unanswered. With the anger she was feeling, all the she managed to say to him was: "He should've send you to jail, you lucky bastard." The guy apparently found her threat amusing, because he started laughing a lot harder. She saw his eyes fall onto the tattoo on her left wrist, and nearly laughed as she watched how the realization of who he was talking to dawned on him and his laughter slowly faded. "Well... son of a fuck." he finally said. Delilah turned to the girls and motioned them to come over. "Well, look who it is... Girls, meet the one and only Hunter Monroe!" she said in her coldest, most sarcastic voice, giving him a once over. At least once a day, she asked herself what drug had she been on when she decided to give Hunter a chance. The guy was an alcoholic, reckless to the core; a complete opposite to Delilah's careful, meticulous and perfectionist personality. She blamed it on those stupid tutoring sessions she had to give him. After having a small identity crisis, Lila's college therapist had suggested she distract herself with something that kept her mind occupied. Knowing she was good at math, Wendy offered to find her a spot on the tutoring group, and Hunter happened to be her assigned student. It was probably those few hours spent together everyday that, after around a month, they had decided to date. Of course, that obviously didn't end well... "Judging from your signature pink cheeks, I assume you've already started on your booze-filled journey. But, hey, at least everyone in this cruise is safe from you hitting them with your car because you're too fucking intoxicated to realize you had the leaver in Drive instead of Reverse, right?" Lila raised her left forearm and pointed to a scar in her wrist that she'd tried to cover up with her star tattoos.	NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her) AGE: 22 GENDER: Female EX: Hunter FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed.
48,186	1,302	29	1,965	2,257	Hunter Monroe There is rarely an occasion where Hunter will raise his voice, in fact the only time he really speaks his mind is when he is really drunk. So the next few moments were interesting. Hunter stopped for a moment to let Delilah finish her rant, then he was going to attempt to calmly express himself. Which in his state may not last long at all. "Okay the, now that you are done it's my turn to complain and rant like a little kid." He said in a mocking voice. "First off, I want to point out that both Hunter, and Monroe are very common names. Chances are there is at least one if not more Hunter Monroe's." He clapped his hands together attempting to keep a happy face on. "I would also like to point out that I did get jail time! But not from hitting you with my car. No, I got jail time for driving drunk to get you bloody ass to the DAMN HOSPITAL!" Then he snapped. "Don't get me wrong! I know I am not perfect! But I tried! I was more then willing to take my punishment for what I did to you! I DID IN FACT! The only reason that I am not in prison now is because I begged your white collar daddy to please stop ruining my FUCKING LIFE! I lost everything from that day! I had to stop paying bills just to pay for a damn lawyer! I had to sell anything I had of value to pay for that lawyer against him! All I had left was the piece of fucking shit car that I won in a damn demolition DERBY!" His heart was racing, he was pretty sure it skipped a few beats. He wasn't sure if he was yelling or not, and at this point he didn't care. His hands started following him as he continued his rant. "BUT! I suppose you wouldn't understand having to crawl your way from absolutely nothing now would you? You spoiled little BRAT! If you wanted something all you had to do was complain to daddy and he would get it for you! You know what I had to do if I wanted something more then my meals and rent? I WORKED FOR DAMN WEEKS! IF NOT MONTHS TO GET IT! If I couldn't afford rent or food I couldn't go beg my parents for money, no. I had two choices then, go beg my friends or sleep in my damn car until I had the money again!" He was about to continue, though his blood pressure and the contents in his stomach disagreed. After stopping himself from throwing up he decided he wasn't done yet. He realized that he was making things worse, but if he didn't say what he was thinking now he thought he never would. "I also want to point out that I was in that damn hospital well your "Daddy" was off doing who knew what!" He thought deep down maybe he was traveling on the way, but that was besides the point. " AND YES! You have your reasons to be mad! I don't fucking blame you! But next time you decide to mention what people "Deserve", Think about the fact that most people, actually work a shit ton of hours just to even hope to get something decent." He was nodding in self approval. "Also before I forget I think I found some of your makeup in my car, I tried to call about that but you blocked my number and you dad said if I go near you again I could expect to see worse then the last court case. Also, I am not that drunk yet. I am going through AA now so HA! I FUCKING WIN!" He was really drunk, if that could be used to describe it.	NAME: Hunter Monroe NICKNAME: None but Open to one. AGE(19-25): 21 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny. EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap. FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage. HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work. PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking.
48,187	1,302	30	2,732	5,726	Sporting a large smile upon hearing Addy's agreement, Yuki darted after Delilah towards the lockers. There she slipped her cover-up off and folded it neatly before setting it inside the locker along with her flip-flops, phone, and I.D. card. She shut the door and locked it, sliding the key-bracelet over her wrist. As she stood there waiting for her friends to follow her example, she was completely oblivious to the appreciative stares she was getting from some of the guys around them. It was always like this, Yuki being completely oblivious to the looks she would get. She had been called cute before, by many who were flirting in an attempt to hook up with her. But the thing about Yuki is she is completely lost on flirting, it going right over her head. She was like a cute, innocent puppy. When it came to romance, everything had to be spelled out for the petite girl. So she didn't think about anything as she let out a small squeal of her own and followed after Lila. She felt like a little girl again, when her parents took her to the water park on her ninth birthday. They really didn't have the money to normally afford something like that but her parents had pooled their money in order to make it a memorable day for her. It felt like that only better since the water-park was a bit more grand-scale than the other one. She tried to ride all of the rides, feeling a little hesitant on the higher ones but once she got over her initial fear, she had a blast. The large smile never left her face as she let herself forget about Jareth and enjoy herself as much as possible. After they got tired of the slides they relaxed in the pool, having a mild water fight that Yuki lost terribly in and just floated in the water. It was going great until some guy stumbled over to them, clearly drunk. Yuki felt herself tense slightly. Jar had been drunk when he had done what he did and ever since Yuki has not been fond of alcohol. As the guy began rambling about how they looked familiar, Yuki squinted up at him. Judging by the way he was talking he was definitely drunk. Yuki was rather surprised when Delilah stiffened at the sound of his voice before launching into a rant about the guy, the guy quickly firing off a response. Yuki stood there with wide eyes, she glanced over at Addy before took a step forward and laid a gentle hand on Lila's arm. "L-Lila? M-Maybe we s-should go." Yuki whispered in a shaky voice. She couldn't help it, she get nervous and scared around conflict and especially when people raise their voices. She also didn't trust drunk guys; she never knew what they would do in their intoxicated state.	{redacted}
48,188	1,302	31	2,173	2,274	“Nothing’s stopping you from doing it both times. Either way, I see greater priorities.” Jules said as he eyed the crowd of pool-goers. “Ain’t that the truth.” he said as his eyes swept across the sea of swimsuits. Truth be told, he hadn’t messed around with a girl since that party. Yuki had managed to keep him celibate for their 3 month relationship, which was pretty much a record in his book, something which didn't pan out well for either of them. And yet, even now that he had ended things, she still somehow had a hold of his balls through guilt. Not anymore, though… thought Jar as Jules took off for the pool. “Your dibs ain’t gonna mean shit when they find out I’m a musician.” he replied as he ran after Jules, stripping off his shirt in the process and revealing the menagerie of tattoos that covered his torso, back, and arms. Most of the money that he got from gigs that didn’t go towards rent and food went to his ink. It also helped that he was apprenticing at a tattoo shop a day or two a week and got discounts and even a few free tattoos from the other people who were learning the trade. Say what you want about Jar’s loose morals, lack of common sense, or book smarts, but he was far from lazy, and a true artist through-and-through. Jar took a running jump from the edge of the pool and dove into the deep end, disregarding the sign that clearly read ‘No jumping or diving!’ Jar’s cannonball made a mediocre splash, he wasn’t really a huge guy after all, and some of the nearby girls screeched and giggled at the aquatic onslaught. The lifeguard tooted his whistle and gave Jar a disapproving glare, but didn’t force him to get out or anything. Jareth shook his head and water slung from the locks of his hair. Picking up chicks wouldn’t work so well with a helmet of hair clinging to his head, it was best to get it loose and go for the wet rocker-chic look. Surely there was some pale, thin girl with dark hair, tattoos and enticing piercings around to catch his eye...	NAME: Jareth Wells NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Clover Clayburn FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country FAVORITE COLOR: Silver HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.
48,189	1,302	32	2,090	2,173	Addy's eyes widened at the scene before her and Yuki. Just a few minutes before they were having a good time, going from slide to slide, and then all of a sudden Lila was telling off this drunk. Seemingly enough they knew eachother by what they were saying. Addy then noticed Yuki ask if they should go and Addy knew just how uncomfortable she was. Addy crossed her arms and sighed. She looked at the guy and said "whoever you are, I don't care, you need to apologize." She looked at Delilah and said "we're going to go to the pool, obviously Yuki isn't really comfortable with this situation and neither am I. We'll leave you two to settle your... issues." Addy had to be serious in this. It was hard on her to leave her friend in a distressing manner, but she needed to get Yuki out of there. She knew how scared she was. Addy grabbed Yuki's hand and walked her away from the problem, taking her to Solarium. She smiled softly at Yuki and said "she's got this, I promise. Besides, we came here to have fun and that... was just awkward." She giggled softly before reaching the pool and looking around. She saw some pretty hot guys, shirtless and water being a good mix for her, and she said "we also have a better view here." She winked at Yuki and started running toward the pool. She was stopped by the whistle of a life guard, him giving her a warning glare, and she stopped. She gave him a smirk and a mock salute.	Adelisa Davis {Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman} Information Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc. Colors~ black, red, purple, blue Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips. Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license Personality Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone. Other Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses.
48,190	1,302	33	1,534	466	"Well then, have fun playing them the water-guitar!" Jules laughed as he ran ahead of Jar. He had never been a music type of person. He remembers that his father had tried to give him piano lessons when he was eight. It was one of his father's passions. However, Jules never had the patience nor the talent. He wanted something that he could put all his energy into, and music didn't do that for him. It's why he liked sports so much. They allowed him to push himself, exert every part of his body to its utmost. There was something strangely satisfying about the feeling of exhaustion afterward, but he always failed at providing a proper explanation. Addy, on the other hand, had been the musical one. He felt no shame in admitting it was her voice that had mesmerized him, turning his simple interest into actual desire. No, he shouldn't think more about the subject! He came here explicitly to not think about those things. He wanted to forget his normal life, but he esspecially wanted to forget Addy. He jumped for the water, the feeling of the water absolved him of everything if only for a while. He drifted in the water, dismissing the lifeguard's whistle at him and Jar with only a half-hearted wave. Like this he was content, and no lifeguard could change that. And so he drifted, still like a plank of wood. He moved only to steer himself so he wouldn't bump into others. He felt as if he was part of the water itself as it caressed him. This alone might've made the trip worth it all on its own. At least, so he thought before he reconsidered. How could that alone be enough when there was so much more to find? So many different activities, so much adventure! And lets not forget: so much beauty, feminine beauty. Jules really wasn't someone who constantly looked out for his next potential mate. However, there truly was no better time than now. Not only was he a single man on a ship filled with pretty ladies, he also had an incredible need for distraction. Everything about this cruise shouted 'oppurtunity!'. And Jules still called himself an oppurtunist with pride. He pulled himself up from his drifting position, then swam towards the pool's edge. From here he looked around, curious at his immediate surroundings. For a moment he remembered Hunter, who still hadn't returned from the water park. Was that place so much fun? Maybe he would check it out later. He shifted his gaze to his right, towards the waterpark. It only took him a second to spot two girls. Although in any other situation he would've given most of his attention to the adorable one, it was the other girl that caught his attention this time. He could feel his stomach turn. For a moment he thought his eyes were deceiving him. He wondered what kind of sick delusions would make him see her of all people. However, as she drew closer it became impossible to deny the only option: It was her. Fuck He tried to compose himself as he looked upward and straight at her face. She was bound to notice him at some point as she came closer. He waited for that moment, studying whatever expression she'd have before talking. "What a... coincidence." Addy would be able to notice that Jules was audibly uneasy, not a first but rare enough. He had no idea how this would go, but it would be awkward, that was a given.	NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else. AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Adelisa Davis FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular. FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault.
48,191	1,302	34	647	1,502	Delilah watched with amusement as Hunter said all the things that he'd clearly been wanting to say for a long time. The young man started off by mocking Lila, saying that he'd start to complain and rant like a child. He followed with a dumb explanation about how common his first and last name was, which Lila couldn't really understand how that had to do with him nearly running her over. Next, he clarified that he had indeed done some jail time because he'd gotten a DUI for driving her to the hospital. ("Which wouldn't have happened in the first place if you hadn't decided to leave your place while drunk," she interrupted), told her that he was willing to take his punishment for what he did to her ("As you should"), that the only reason he wasn't on jail at the moment was because he'd had to beg her 'white-collared' father to 'stop ruining his life' (which was nothing more than him wanting the man who'd hurt his daughter to have his punishment), and that he'd had to sell pretty much all of his valuables to pay for the costs of a lawyer to defend him against the lawsuit. At that, Lila gave him a mocking sympathetic face. The only reason that he was out today wasn't because of his begging, but it was actually because Lila had asked her father to drop the charges. Had Lila told her father that she'd been dating Hunter and that the accident had occurred because she'd been standing in front of his car trying to stop him from driving drunk after she told him things weren't working out, she was sure the guy would be doing the longest time he could be charged with. Adelisa took this moment to tell Hunter that he needed to apologize, say to Lila that she was leaving them to solve their issues and making a run for it after grabbing Yuki's hand. Lila didn't even have enough time to reply before Hunter continued his rant by calling her a spoiled little brat that would get everything she wanted by just asking her father (at this, Lila let out a laugh) and listing all of the struggles he had to go through to pay for the basics like groceries and rent-struggles that she wouldn't know about because she had her parents' support. Since she'd pretty much grown up hearing envious people throw these comments at her, Lila was used to them. Add that to the fact that Hunter was drunk, and it was all the more reason to simply laugh it off and not take it personally. After all, his comments didn't make her privileges disappear or lessen, so why bother getting offended? But not getting offended didn't mean that she wouldn't say something back. So Lila took the chance during a pause Hunter made to cheekily comment: "Well, what can I say? It's not my fault I was born into this lifestyle. I'm just blessed" while putting her hands together as if in prayer. "Clearly AA hasn't done shit to you," Lila told him, that annoying, amused smile still plastered on her face. "But I gotta say, Hunter, alcohol does have a way of making you much more entertaining than usual. But anyway, the makeup you can get rid of, because I totally replaced it with my 'daddy's money-'" she did air quotes at the last two words. "Next, you're forgetting that my father had to take a 4-hour flight to get to the hospital, so I didn't expect him to get there in minutes. And just in case you've ever wondered about the origins of that monthly food supply that since a few months ago gets delivered to your house: you're welcome. Even us 'spoiled little brats' help out the less fortunate. Call it my act of charity." And with that, she waved at him and left the water park. She walked directly to the lockers to retrieve her things, making sure to try and dry herself as much as she could before slipping on her over-up and sandals. Lila stood in front of the lockers for a moment, trying to see what she did next. She was alone and stressed out, so what would be the best thing to do in this situation? 'I need a massage' she whined in her head, remembering that there was a spa at the other end of the floor she was in. The annoyed scowl she'd had after turning her back to Hunter softened as each step she took towards the spa, finding comfort in the thought of expert hands on her back ridding her of all her stress. That Hunter was in the cruise didn't mean that she wasn't going to have a good time. She'd have to keep an eye out to avoid him or any further accidents, but she wouldn't let it get to her. 'I won't let it get to me' was the mantra she kept repeating in her mind all the way to the spa, where she was quickly tended to.	NAME: Delilah Christine Duclerc NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her) AGE: 22 GENDER: Female EX: Hunter FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed.
48,192	1,302	35	2,090	2,173	Addy looked up and her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide with realization and anger, as she was there to forget about this jackass. She shook her head and said "not today!" before doing the only thing she could: jumping into the pool. She didn't care if she ran away from the problem, she just needed to escape. She rose to the surface and flipped him the middle finger, as if that would make him disappear. She of course took the child's way out, as that was the only thing she could do. She wanted nothing to do with, she called, Julius Ceasar. She wanted to get over him. If that meant getting under someone else then so be it, but over him none the less. Addy swam away from him to the other side of the pool and sighed in relief. Hopefully, he wouldn't be persistant on talking because she was not in the mood to talk to him. She rested her elbows on the edge of the pool and looked around, avoiding Julius all together. She noticed another man in the pool, his hair long and tattoos large. Her type of man. She smirked slightly as she checked the man out before glancing at Jules again. How did she ever date him? They were definitely not eachother's types but she still fell into his trap. How? She rolled her eyes and leaned her head back, humming her favorite Evanescence song, My Immortal.	Adelisa Davis {Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman} Information Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc. Colors~ black, red, purple, blue Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips. Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license Personality Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone. Other Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses.
48,193	1,302	36	2,732	5,726	Was everyone running into their ex's today? Yuki wondered at that as she watched Addy seem to recognize a guy in the pool they had escaped to. She glanced back at Delilah to make sure she was okay before she turned back to scene in front of her. She watched as her friend jumped into the pool and swam away from the guy, leaving the petite girl standing there alone. She sighed and was about to slip into the water after her friend when another guy caught her eye. She did a double-take as she recognized him, mouth falling open. "Jar? She wasn't sure if she said the name or mouthed it since it felt like she suddenly couldn't get any air. It felt like someone had sucker-punched her in the stomach. Was the boat tilting? Or was it her? She couldn't feel her legs anymore. She pitched forward, almost falling into the pool. Luckily there was a guy standing there and he managed to catch her before she careened headlong into the water. Her eyes remained locked on Jareth as she dimly heard the guy ask her if she was okay. Her brain seemed to break from whatever trance it had been in and kicked her body into action. She did was she did best: run. She whirled and darted away from the pool and towards the lockers. Her hand was shaking so much that it took her three times to get the key into the lock but when she did she grabbed her things and swiftly dropped the key off at the locker desk before making her way towards the elevator. She felt really bad that she was leaving her friends without any explanation but she just couldn't stay in the same place as him. Why, why was Fate so cruel to have them be on the same boat together? She had come on this trip to forget about him and wouldn't luck have it that here he was. She could feel the tears burning to escape but she managed to hold them at bay until she reached their hotel room. She numbly dropped her things off in her room and locked herself in the bathroom. She turned on the hot water and stripped out of her bathing suit. She stepped into the shower and closed her eyes, letting the hot water run over her. Finally, the dam she had built since their break-up broke and all the hurt and anger rushed over her. She slid to the floor and wrapped her arms around her knees, her sobs muffled by the shower as her tears mixed in with the water streaming down her face.	{redacted}
48,194	1,302	37	2,173	2,274	Jareth looked around the pool. There were blondes, brunettes, thin, curvy, you name it, and it was there. Jar wasn’t typically a shallow guy, looks weren’t everything to him. Talent was the most attractive thing, music especially. Yuki’s skill with piano and violin had lured him in more than anything. Of course, that wasn’t all of it. She was beautiful and cherubic, and her innocence made her all the more enticing. He had hoped for things to have gone differently with them. He had hoped that she could fix him, because he so desperately needed someone to be the glue to hold his pieces together. Jar had wanted them to work out, but he had also wanted more from Yuki than she was willing to offer, and his stupid desires made him make stupid decisions. Jar knew it was wrong, and that’s why he chose to end things, but of course he had waited until he had royally fucked up to do so. What’s worse? That he didn’t even tell her the whole truth about it. Yeah, he got a blowie at a party, but… it wasn’t because he was drunk. No, he was high on E at the time, at least that’s what he thinks those pills were… And he had two options: own up to the fact that he sometimes self-medicated his feelings with drugs, or lie. Yuki didn’t know about his drug problem, and he didn’t want to change that, so he chose the option that made him a monster in more ways than one, and he lied to spare himself. The sound of splashing water pulled Jar out of his thoughts and he shook his head slightly. He wasn’t supposed to think about her this week, he was supposed to stop beating himself up over one stupid mistake. Jareth looked up at the source of the fortunate distraction from his thoughts. A girl with cherry red, black-tipped hair and a sleeve of tattoos had just jumped into the pool. No, Jar wasn’t normally a shallow person, but in that moment, he kind of was. It took all his focus to keep his jaw from dropping and instead to send her a charming smile and a wink before looking away, playing the part of coy. Looking away was a mistake, because who else did he see? None other than the aforementioned Yuki, and she was looking right at him. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He immediately felt consumed with guilt because she had noticed him just as he was clearly checking out another girl. And then she took off running, sending another wave of guilt through him. No matter how much his mistake and their break up hurt him, he knew it hurt her at least twice as much. Jar debated going after her, but what good would that do? He was the problem, and the source of all her pain. Jareth sighed and looked down at the waves, feeling like some incredible kind of asshole. He couldn’t even bare to look at the girl with red hair for fear that she had seen the whole thing. Suddenly, the water slides sounded like a much more fun idea than staying here. That, and a few stiff drinks.	NAME: Jareth Wells NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Clover Clayburn FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country FAVORITE COLOR: Silver HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.
48,195	1,302	38	1,534	466	__________________________________________________________________ Jules wasn't sure how he should feel about seeing Addy again. At the very least, he wasn't happy about it. Their relationship had never been smooth in the first place. The two of them had completely different tastes, they wanted different things. However, it was always Julius who had gotten his way without exception. Not only was he a manipulative jackass who loved getting his way, Addy actively avoided confrontation altogether. Imposing his will had been so easy. Retrospectively, it wasn't surprising that Addy had left him for that. He could see his fault, he really could. However, he still believed this was not only his fault. She could've tried to voice her opinion, seek confrontation, attempt to get things to work in a way they both liked. At the very least, that is what Julius liked to believe. In reality Julius is quite a bit more forceful than he likes to believe himself. Ultimately, the entire ordeal left a sour taste in Julius' mouth, and Addy leaving him had left a dent in his pride. Unfortunately for Addy, Jules was rather fond of his pride. In his head he had visualized all sorts of scenarios of her reaction to seeing him again. He had somewhat expected her signature nervous lip bite at the very least. Addy however chose for the coward's way out, followed by a middle finger. Julius had expected her to at least show a bit more of a spjne, at least in front of a friend. He looked at the swimming Addy, then at the girl she left behind, then back at Addy. One of his predictions had come true at least; this situation was horribly awkward. He got out of the water and walked towards the girl. It was probably smart to explain the situation to her at least a little bit. Not to mention, this girl was actually pretty cute. "Well... sorry about that." Jules said, trying to break the ice at least a little. How were you supposed to talk to someone who had just witnessed that? This girl, however, did not respond to him at all. She was looking elsehwere, somehwere part Julius. Before Jules could ask her anything he saw the girl falling over. Julius' reflexes were keen, and he caught her before he had even realised it. "Hey. You okay? He helped her back on her feet. Yet, this girl still hardly noticed him. Without giving him as much as a glance, she ran away from the pools. That were two girls in five minutes who had ran away from him. A new record surely. But no, he knew this girl hadn't fled from him. There was something else. He looked into the direction the girl had been looking, but he couldn't see anything special. There were quite a few people in that direction, among which were Addy and Jar. There was no real way for Jules to make out what exactly had happened. What he however did see was Addy clearly checking out his friend. You could just see by looking at them both that they definitely had more in common than he and Addy had ever had. Julius grinned, did she really think she could casually go check out other guys after what had just happened? Her choice would be a very unfortunate one, as she was about to find out. Julius casually made his way over to Jareth, trying to seem as unfazed as possible in regards to Addy's presence. However, he was sure that there was at least some irritation to be found within his expression. He tapped Jar's shoulder to get his attention. "I'm done with the pool. Shall we go find Hunter?" He didn't even give Addy as much as a glance, but he knew she would at least be watching if she had indeed been checking Jar out. He didn't want Addy, of all people, to get even remotely close to one of his friends. Not only that, he could find satisfaction in ruining her day just a little bit more. And surely, the realization that this was Jules' friend would do just that.	NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else. AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Adelisa Davis FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular. FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault.
48,196	1,302	39	1,965	2,257	Hunter Monroe So the argument with Delilah was a good way to put Hunter in a shit mood. But what really got Hunter was what she said about the monthly food things. He was about to ask what food shipments when she had already left. "What fucking food packages!?" He was trying to think, then it occurred to him. He had moved so many times in the last few months he didn't even know his own address. Some ass hat was getting his food! Not that he really wanted it if it was from her, but still! Hunter wanted to start yelling and going after her, but when he was about to start he realized... would he normally do this? Was he even in control of himself anymore? He looked at his own hands for a moment. "fuck..." Then he panicked, and ran. Hunter didn't make it far before his drunk ass tripped over a table and a few chairs. He stood back up again only to do it again a second time. By the third time he sat himself down in one of the hallways to the boat, unable to keep focused on pretty much anything. "What... Am I doing.... with my life..." He looked around at the many doors in the hall, he wasn't a lone, but he was alone as he could be in a place like this. But he realized, this ship is filled with thousands of people. He could just be careful, and avoid her things should be fine. Set rules, that's what he had to do. As long as he didn't break the rules he should be fine! Rule one, No more drinking. Rule two, Do not talk to Delilah. Rule three, do not talk to pretty girls just because they are pretty, that never ends well. Rule four, no home made fireworks, the probation officer is already pissed off enough. Rule five, have fun! "I... that can be done..." He stood up with a smile, or as much of one as he could pull off. He quickly noticed the tears fall off his face. Why was he crying? Dammit this is a vacation! Not a crying fest! He wiped his face and ran back outside, he was determined to enjoy this time. Hunter ran around for a moment, almost tripping but still avoiding it. He was still buzzed but he was actually focused on focusing. Took him only a moment to find both Jareth, and Julius. "GUYS! Guess what! I heard a rumor that they have other pretty girls away from this pool! Let's go anywhere else but here!" He said with a huge smile across his face. "In fact! Let's go to the upper decks! That's all great views and stuff!"	NAME: Hunter Monroe NICKNAME: None but Open to one. AGE(19-25): 21 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny. EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap. FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage. HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work. PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking.
48,197	1,302	40	2,090	2,173	Addy noticed the flirtacious glances from the guy she was checking out and smirked. That smirk fell slightly when Julius had to bring his big head into the mix, making Addy realize they were friends. Then, just to add to the great vacation, the guy that Delilah was arguing with was with them too! She grinned mischieviously at the sudden idea that popped into her head when she figured out that Julius was trying to piss her off. She went under the water to matt down her wild mane of hair and popped her head back to the surface with a graceful hair flip. How did she make it fall to her back with out hair just flopping into her face like an idiot? She honestly had no clue. She swam over to the stairs and slowly climbed out, swaying her hips slightly to give off an air of confidence. Addy looked over her shoulder to the group of three, biting her bottom lip and winking at them before going over to grab a towel and wrapping it around herself. Addy was not one to lose. If Julius wanted to play games and piss her off, she wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. She looked around for Yuki and Delilah, suddenly noticing her friends disappearing. Addy groaned softly and decided to go in search for her friends.	Adelisa Davis {Dela or Addy~22~Female~Julius Bergman} Information Music~ Rock,alternative,punk,pop punk,etc. Colors~ black, red, purple, blue Hobbies~ singing, guitar, drawing, doing hair Tattoos/piercings/other~ She has a nose ring, a lip ring, a sleeve of tattoos, a tattoo of a crescent moon on her right shoulderblade the says "Amor Vincit Omnia", and she has a few scars her and there. Her current hair color is red and black tips. Major~ She majored in business and got her cosmetology license Personality Adelisa is a feisty, kind, artistic girl. She can be protective and courageous at most times, but her determination does get her into difficult situations. She is very sarcastic and enjoys mocking people. Though, she can get very flustered when she is attracted to someone. Other Only her ex would know that when she gets nervous she bites her lip. She is in a band called Raging Roses.
48,198	1,302	41	2,173	2,274	Thankfully Jules had come to Jar’s rescue, as it was obvious that he was floundering in his own feelings. “I’m done with the pool. Shall we go find Hunter?” Julius asked him and Jar looked up from the water with a “Huh? Oh… yeah… I--” words were escaping him, which was an uncommon occurrence for the musician. “You’ll never guess who else is on this cruise, man.” Hunter apparently didn’t need to be found, because he had made his way to the pool just then. “GUYS!” he said to grab their attention. “Guess what! I heard a rumor that they have other pretty girls away from this pool! Let’s go anywhere else but here!” Jareth nodded, now that was a suggestion he could get behind. At the mention of pretty girls, Jar briefly flicked his eyes over to the rocker chick who was checking him out earlier in time to see her exiting the pool. And god damn, did she make an exit look good, swaying her hips before turning and winking while she bit her lip. Was that directed at just him? He couldn’t be totally sure… Not that it mattered, the invitation would be incredibly tempting had he not just run into the only ex-girlfriend he had. “You know, I think I might just turn in for the night. I think all of exhaustion from travelling has me hallucinating or something. You guys can hit the upper decks or whatever, I’ll see you in the morning.” Jar explained to his friends before hopping out of the pool with much less grace than the pretty red-head had. It’s true that he was tired, it was getting pretty late after all, and he hoped that he was hallucinating, but in reality he just wanted to be alone for a little while. Jareth arrived at their suite after a few minutes in the elevator. He started with a shower to rinse away the harsh pool chemicals before changing into a Marilyn Manson tank top and black and grey checkered shorts that he’d sleep in. After unpacking his acoustic guitar from it’s case, he headed out onto the balcony with it. His somber mood and the way the moonlight shimmered on the waves might make for an interesting muse. Jar plucked out a wordless tune in B minor as he stared out into the sea.	NAME: Jareth Wells NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Clover Clayburn FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country FAVORITE COLOR: Silver HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.
48,199	1,302	42	1,534	466	______________________________________________________ It was rare to find Jar in a state like this one, spaced out and at a loss for words. It was qutie easy to see for Jules that something was bugging his friend. “You’ll never guess who else is on this cruise, man.” Jar uttered to him. It seemed Jules wasn't the only one running into people he didn't want to meet here. "Not someone nice if it reduces you to this sorry state." he jested and grinned, hiding his own annoyance as well as he could. One of them moping around was bad enough. Furthermore, he wouldn't give Addy the satisfaction of knowing that she bothered him. "Seriously though, who?" Hunter made his entrance with a smile. However, his words betrayed that something had to be bothering him as well. Jules had a feeling that something was bothing Hunter as well, because he was rather eager to get out of the pool. Yet, this suggestion suited Jules so well that he discarded that thought. It was then that Jules lost to his curiosity and looked behind him, towards where Addy should be. The girl made an exit that could be described as borderline divine. The feelings that welled up from inside Jules were a mixture of interest and disgust. He wasn't sure at this moment if the disgust was aimed at Addy, or at himself for feeling interest. Either way, the disgust escaped him as a low pitched hiss. He could see Jar staring as well. It seemed Addy had decided to not give up that easily, but Jules still felt like he had the upper hand here. "So busy with guys, she didn't even notice that her friend nearly fainted minutes ago." he said softly and shook his head. No way he was allowing her to actually look good in front of his friends. "Yeah, let's get out of here." It was too bad that Jar wasn't feeling well enough to join them. Jules on the other hand eagerly headed to the upper decks. He'd very much like to see the pretty views that Hunter spoke of. Although, he still wasn't sure if Hunter was talking about girls or the actual view. Jules had enough of ladies for today. On the other hand, the sight of the ocean from the ship was truly breathtaking. The hour had grown late and the darkness of night filled the sky. The sky was illuminated by a half moon and the light of many stars, shining brightly now that they were away from the city lights. Jules leaned on the railing, taking in the view and emptying his mind. The crowd slowly grew thicker as time passed. Jules turned to Hunter"Exactly what I needed. Today has been the worst." Jules sighed "How was your day, anyway? Were the slides any good?"	NAME: Julius Vaughn Bergman NICKNAME: Jules. Anyone making Caesar jokes gets the evil eye. Feel free to think of anything else. AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Adelisa Davis FAVORITE MUSIC: Jazz, classical, 60s and 70s rock. Has a strong dislike for rap in particular. FAVORITE COLOR: Marine blue, also has a fondness for silver and red HOBBY(s): Aikido, swimming, reading, motorcycles, traveling, fine dining PERSONALITY: Julius is very calm and friendly. He’s also polite and punctual. He can be flirtatious if he tries, but does so rarely. However, he is also quite selfish. Beneath the surface he is sly, calculating and manipulative and he uses these features to make sure he gets his way. He can hold a grudge like no other. That said, he has always been loyal to the guys. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: Nothing of note MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Economics, with extracurricular courses in psychology OTHER: Julius owns a start-up company which has been rather successful so far. He also had some “luck” with stock market dealings. You could say he is putting his major to good use. Whatever drove him and Adelisa apart… it was probably his fault.
48,200	1,302	43	1,965	2,257	Hunter When Hunter and Julius got to the upper deck he felt alive. The wind going by him, the fresh air, the great view, he almost felt sober, in a good way. Hunter walked over to the railing and stood on the lowest bar. Then his friend asked his a question he really wasn't sure how to answer. "Slides? Never got to go... Was to busy handling a legal matter. Which hopefully I won't have to deal with until I get back to shore. But other then that, my time was great! I... I... I..." He was at a loss of words, he wasn't able to speak for a moment. Then he snapped back to his own head. "I'm great!" Hunter jumped off the railing and turned around to face Jules. "I feel amazing..." Hunter said with a smile, his face seemingly broken as he spoke. "You know, other then meeting my ex girlfriend who's father put me in jail and now I get to live with just how stupid I can be, but other then that I am fucking awesome!" He said throwing his hands into the air and landing them back back on the railing as he turned to face the ocean again. "I mean, it's not like I asked her to try and stop me. It's not like I didn't know what I was doing..." He grabbed the flask from his pocket and took a sip from it. He signed with relief as he lowered again. "Apple juice... My damn instructor was kinda right... it's a decent sub. Real stuff works better but apparently I make stupid decisions when I am drunk." He looked at the apple juice filled flask in his hands that his AA instructor gave him. Then he threw it off the side of the ship. Apple flying out of the top of it as it flew. "Jules? Can I ask something of ya? How do you handle dealing with an ex who has the ability to fuck over your life by just a flick of her wrist?"	NAME: Hunter Monroe NICKNAME: None but Open to one. AGE(19-25): 21 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: Hunter stands about 5'11" with a lean fixture, though he is not really built strong he has about average strength. He has dark brown brown hair that runs down to just above his shoulders, also brown would be his eyes. He generally wears a T-shirt and Jeans, though he may wear at times camouflage, a light jacket, or random hats that he thinks are Awesome and/or funny. EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc FAVORITE MUSIC: Country/Rock/Some rap. FAVORITE COLOR: Camouflage. HOBBY(s): Target shooting, playing video games, Movies, comics, Doing stupid shit, Making things work. PERSONALITY: Can be outgoing once comfortable with people, though if he is not comfortable he will shut up and stay in the corner. Tries to get along with everyone. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: He has a tattoo of a symbol he made on the top of his upper right arm. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Electrical Engineering/Mechanical OTHER: Hunter will try not to hold grudges but he may hold one with out noticing it just out of anger of a situation. Also, a slight alcoholic, finally realized it and is working past it, though it's easy to tell when he is drinking.
48,201	1,302	44	2,173	2,274	Jar woke up early, much before the other guys. Despite the rockstar-partier lifestyle he led, he always was an early riser. Normally he used the quiet early morning hours to get a workout in, preferably running through the woods and trails behind his apartment. Jar wasn’t a meathead by any standards, but keeping up his appearance for stage presence and sex appeal was important to him. Plus, sometimes he simply needed the quiet time to settle his demons and think straight. With teeth brushed and hair finger-combed into a tantalizing ‘I just got out of bed’ look, Jar was out the door. He wore black basketball shorts and an old NIN tank top that had the sleeves and neck cut out so that it was so low-cut on the sides that it was practically like being shirtless. Jareth headed back up to the eleventh deck of the ship. Along with the Solarium 18+ pool and waterpark, this deck also sported Vitality at Sea Spa and Fitness Center, equipped with state-of the art machinery. Some of the snobby rich folk were getting seaweed wrapped massages or some shit, but Jar was just looking to get his morning run in and found the nearest treadmill. After popping in his earbuds, Jar hopped onto the treadmill and started with a slow jog. The view out of the window was stunning, It looked like he was literally running on top of the ocean’s waves. He’d never seen such a pretty blue before… that was a lie… it looked just like her eyes. Jar shook the thought of her out of his head and turned up the volume a few more clicks, surely the screaming guitars would drown out such thoughts. Jar instead chose to think about his friends. He should apologize for bailing out on them randomly last night… but, they were close enough to know that he was prone to his moods. Some amount of time had passed and Jareth found his heart beating almost as fast as the double bass pumping into his ear drums. It was time for a cooldown and Jar had managed to figure out how to gradually decrease the machine’s speed. His sweat was causing locks of hair to stick to his cheeks and neck, so he used the complimentary gym towel to wipe it off. His breath was coming in ragged puffs and he realized that he should really cut down on his smoking, which had unfortunately increased since the breakup. In need of refreshment, Jar stopped at the drink bar to grab a water or whatever tropical juice blend tickled his fancy.	NAME: Jareth Wells NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar AGE: 23 GENDER: Male EX: Clover Clayburn FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country FAVORITE COLOR: Silver HOBBY(s): plays guitar (among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, he hopes to chase his passion for music into stardom. TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, small gauges in both ears, various tattoos on arms, chest, and back, as well as one small facial tattoo of just dots. MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance, junior year OTHER: Jareth came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. Now that he is in college, he sees a free counselor that helps him get the meds he needs for his depression and anxiety. That being said, he has a bit of a self-medicating drug habit, but it’s nothing serious if you ask him.

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