Author: Nerathul

Queer, geek girl who just love writing fiction about queer as f*ck teens.

Arrival: Chapter 1.11 (Mari)

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Mari strolled onto the parole bus, most of the people on there looked miserable, like they’d been dragged there by force. While Mari had been arrested in the end, her stint as a thief and vigilante had been a lot of fun, and they fully intended to make the best out of this Ravenhold redemption program or whatever.

It was a little cold all this way north of Miami and Mari started regretting their pick of booty shorts, crop top and hooker boots, but someone one had to suffer for the sake of fashion. If it hadn’t been for that inhibitor collar they could’ve summoned different clothes from their personal pocket dimension but alas they had to carry everything the mundane way.

Mari looked around the bus, spotting a girl that could only be about ten years old in a wheelchair looking like some kind of zombie, clearly that one had a juicy story to extract.  

Mari came and dropped their bag next to them. “Carrying all this shit by hand is dumb.” The girl didn’t react at all, stiff as an actual corpse. Mari sat down in the half seat next to her, “What’s got a little Nina like you in cuffs?”

The girl turned her head, like, a perfect ninety degrees, staring dead ahead with an empty look on her face, not blinking once. 

“I kidnapped people for a mad scientist to experiment on.”

Oh, this was EXTRA juicy. 

“Sounds fun, did it pay well?” Mari asked.

“Resurrecting me against my will was my only payment.” She answered dryly.

So she really was a zombie! 

“Dick,” Mari said, leaning in conspiratorially, “Pro tip; stealing from drug dealers, much better gig.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” The girl turned back to staring blankly ahead, not saying anything more.

“Did you at least get your revenge?”

“Not yet.”

This girl was a hard one to crack. “That sucks”

“Eyup.” She went silent again. 

“Not in the mood for a girls-talk, well girl-enby talk?” Mari teased. 

She only stared back without a word.

“Suit yourself,” Mari shrugged, grabbing their bag and taking out a tub full of empanadas, stuffing one in their mouth, “Here, one for the road, but you’ve got to tell me your name”

They gave it to the girl who barely reacted, looking at it blankly. “Hijack is what he called me.”

“Don’t even get a real name, eh?”

“I guess not.”

This was getting painful. “Alright then, well you enjoy it while I find someone less boring to talk to, ciao!” 

The girl didn’t seem to care, after a moment she took a bite out of the pastry. 

Mari got up and looked around for someone else. Their eyes quickly drawn to a big silly griffin person looking like the saddest puppy ever. Mari came over and sat down next to him, “Sup? I’m Mari!”

The griffin boy perked up immediately. “I’m One Z but you can call me Onez!”

“Aren’t you a fluffy bird,” Mari said, “Empanada?”

“I am a very fluffy griffin.” Onez’s lion tail flicked, “and what’s an emdapanda?” Onez frowned, having mispronounced it.

“Em-pa-na-da.” Mari brought one out from the tub, “It’s like a Latin-American mini pie, it has pork and veggies.”

“Empanada!” He repeated slowly to get it right. “I’ll try it!” Onez held out a talon-hand and Mari passed him the treat. Onez happily kicked his lion-like legs in excitement. 

Mari plopped down next to Onez, “So what’s got a cute little griffin in here with the naughty rogues?” 

“I hurt Sniper real bad.” Onez’s body language went stiff as he said this. He took a slow bite out of the empanada, “this is good, I like it!” he said, forcing himself to cheerful and smile.

“Sniper? Is that a friend of yours?” Mari asked.

Onez frowned, “I don’t know if we’re still friends…” he dejectedly lowered the empanada, not eating anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Mari said, “I’m sure you’ll square things out? How did you meet Sniper?”

“I had to kill this one lady and Sniper got in the way.” Onez strangely… blushed as he speaked of this first meeting

Well, that hadn’t been quite what Mari had expected, fluffy griffin was some sort of killer? He didn’t have the vibe of one at all.

“Had to?” Mari asked, “Did she do something to you?”

Onez cocked his head to the side and looked at Mari with wide, somewhat innocent eyes, “It was my mission.”

“Mission? Who gave you that mission?”

“The people who made me.” Onez answered, as if it clarified anything, yet his expression told Mari he thought it was a reasonable explanation. He took a few more bites of the empanada.

Made him? Mari had thought he was a paramorph, someone transformed by their powers, but was he some sort of chimera?

“And who might that be?” Mari asked.

“The Restoration.” Onez finished off the empanada, his cheeks bulging.

“The who?” Mari blinked, that wasn’t a group they were familiar with. 

“That’s what the people who made me call themselves.” Onez said, “That’s all I know.”

Mari took a second to consider all of Onez’s story, who was Sniper? This Restoration group? 

“Righto,” Mari said, “So you got caught by the cops?”

Onez lowered his head a little, “They made me hurt Sniper, but after I did I snapped out of their control and called for an ambulance. The police came with it.”

“I’m sorry,” Mari said, genuinely worried for once, “Well you don’t have to do any of that, anymore.” Mari put a hand on Onez’s feathered shoulder.

Onez beamed brightly and his legs started kicking once more, “Yeah! I haven’t felt them take control again yet so everything should be fine once Sniper wakes up! As long as they don’t hate me…. and… actually wake up.” Onez’s little lion legs stopped their kicking once more as he chewed on his bottom lip

Poor thing, Mari gave him a hug. “I’m sure it’ll be okay”

Onez’s eyes widened and then he put his arms and wings around Mari, “I hope so.” he muttered into their shoulder. Onez’s wings were strangely silky in texture, it wasn’t an unpleasant kind of hug though it was rather different. 

Mari had expected a bunch of punks and dicks on the Ravenhold Bus, not some terrorist brainwashed experiment or some zombie 

“Want another empanada?” Mari offered, hoping to cheer him up. 

Onez nodded, their fluffy hair and feathers gently tickling Mari’s neck. Mari took out more food, one for themself, another for Onez, and even deigned offering Zombie girl another.

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Profile: Deryn Evans

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Personal Data

Deryn made using Charactermaker by Kureihii

Name: Deryn Evans
Gender: Non-Binary
Pronouns: They/Them
Age: 16 years old
Birthday: March 3rd
Ethnicity: White
Nationality: American
Species: Human
Sexuality: Pansexual

Family: Deryn is an only child to a lesbian couple, one of their mother being trans. Their parents are a house painter and a college professor of early modern history, both are low-level mutants.

Strengths: Confident, gentle, caring, can read and persuade others easily,
Weaknesses: Easily overwhelmed, overly empathic.

Appearance and Style: Light-brown bordering on blonde during the summer shoulder-length hair, usually kept in a bun. They are rather thin and tall at 5’8”. Their style consists of natural colored sweaters, jeans or leggings, and soft brown boots. They wear light makeup and sometimes paint their nails warm tones.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Pisces
Status: Alive, Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: Empathy, can read people’s emotions and manipulate them.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Reccomendation

Class: Four
Power Category: Psychic
Roommate: Mitch

Backstory

Deryn was the children of two women who love each other so much, both being queer they allowed Deryn to express themself however they wanted from a young age, and Deryn although assigned male at birth always had a very unique perspective on gender, feeling neither yet also both male and female at times.

Deryn was born in Pennsylvania but when they were six their family relocated to Pennsylvania when their mom was offered tenure at a University. The anxiety of moving to another state and the children finding Deryn ‘weird’ is what caused their Empathic powers to awaken in second grade.

Deryn’s powers were always temperamental, although their Ma tried to help them learn focus techniques they never quite been able to turn their empathy off. Still, their powers allowed Deryn to make friends easily, being able to know what to say and do, but Deryn always had a nagging feeling people didn’t like them for who they truly were.

Deryn’s life was otherwise ordinary for many years, their mothers keeping them very busy with extracurriculars; piano, yoga, meditation, and later a part-time job at a family friend’s coffee shop.

However, Deryn’s life went upside down with their first love; Anders. Anders was a young and closeted transgender boy at school, Deryn being always so understanding drew them together and they had a brief relationship where they both lost their virginity. However Anders fear, anxieties, and religious-induced self-hatred pushed Deryn to try to push him toward accepting himself and coming out, but he wasn’t ready and the two fall apart soon.

Love for Deryn came again a year later when they met Charlotte a new student at their school. Deryn had learned from Anders, and the two were in love like only dumb teens could be, thinking they’d be together forever, them against the world… And then Charlotte’s mother died in a drunken hit and run, and she was utterly destroyed, Deryn let her grieve for weeks, then months, but Charlotte wasn’t getting any better.

So Deryn tried to help with her power, breaking the greatest taboo of any psychic; she altered her girlfriend’s mind. She tried to ease Charlotte’s pain, but Deryn was inexperienced; they meant only to ease the pain but instead, they took it completely; Charlotte could no longer feel anything about their mother and quickly became horrified at the betrayal.

By all accounts Deryn should have gone to jail, what they’d done was a severe crime, but Charlotte didn’t report them, they just shut them out. Deryn fell into a depression, they admitted what they’d done to their worried mothers. They understood Deryn’s motives but what they had done was crossing a line that never should be crossed.

So their Mom made some calls, she was related to someone who worked at Ravenhold and asked to get her child help. It was then that Deryn was sent to Ravenhold the next year.

Misc Information

  • Hometown is Bellfontaine, Ohio.
  • Deryn worked at a family friend’s Coffee shop since they were 14 as a Barrista to learn work ethics, Deryn loves the job and is a bit of a whiz when it comes to making coffee and tea drinks.
  • Deryn plays the piano quite well and has done some recital as part of a classical music ensemble.
  • Deryn and their family are vegetarian and their favorite foods are pasta, especially vegetarian lasagna and cheese ravioli.
  • Deryn is an avid coffee drinker and has a love for mienral and sparkling waters.
  • Deryn has a small intersex calico cat names Hermes they use as an emotional support cat and to ground themself when their empathic powers are overwhelming them.
  • Deryn likes to do pencil art, read books and enjoys classical music.
  • Deryn has been in two relationships, both of which ended poorly and is sacred of getting attached again.
  • Deryn is into Astrology and fortune telling although she does not take it entirely seriously.
  • Deryn is Agnostic having been raised without much religious baggage from either of their mothers.
  • Deryn does meditation and yoga as it aids them centering themself and control their powers when they get out of control.
  • Deryn has been on estrogen for a few years wanting to have a more feminine body.

Arrival: Chapter 1.10 (Tommy)

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Tommy sat in the bus, gazing out the window with his mind buzzing from the power nullifier. What the fuck was he doing there? Being a hero was dumb, but what else could he do?

If he’d stayed in California his gang would’ve tried to kill him. He was good but not ‘fight an entire gang’ good. The only family he’d ever known was somewhere far away in witness protection, he’d betrayed his gang for them and now he was all alone.

Ravenhold Academy? It was dumb, but what other option was there? 

“Hi friend!” 

Tommy blinked. Was someone talking to him? He turned around and came face to face with… Whatever that thing was. It was like a giant bird that someone had attached a human face onto. 

Tommy just went back to looking out the window. He wasn’t going to deal with whatever weird shit this was…

However the bird-person shoved himself onto the seat, “I’m One Z! You can call me Onez! What’s your name?” 

Tommy looked back at him, Onez offered a taloned hand for him to shake.

“Do I look like I want to talk?”

Onez tilted a hand to the side like a confused pigeon, “Yes?”

“You really are a bird brain then,” he sighed

 “Thank you!” 

“What do you want?” Tommy sighed.

“Your name?” 

“Tommy, happy now?”

“Yes!” a lion’s tail happily swished behind Onez. 

Tommy may not have noticed before but now he can see a lion tail swishing happily behind Onez. “Normally I don’t need ask to know people’s names but this.” Onez tapped the power control collar with a talon. “This makes the world very very quiet and I don’t know as much.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Ever since I was created I could hear things from people all the time even when their mouths weren’t moving! Sometimes they say two different things and it can be very confusing. There have been some people who I could only hear one voice from but this is the only time I can only hear one voice from EVERYONE. It’s very weird.” Onez waved his weird bird arms excitedly as he spoke.

“I didn’t actually mean for you to tell me about it, weirdo.”

“Oooohhh so your two voices were saying different things.” He nodded in ‘understanding’.

“It’s an expression, now buzz off.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Fuck off, leave me alone, go away.” Tommy says.

For once Onez’s dumb smile went away. “Why?”

“Because you’re bothering me.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Onez asked, looking hurt.

Fuck. He was being an asshole. Tommy sighed. “No… I just need to be alone.”

“Is that what your other voice is saying too?”

“Yes.”

Onez slowly got up and found an empty seat, leaving Tommy alone with his own problems.

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Profile: Charles deKlerk

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Personal Data

Charles made using Djarn’s character maker

Name: Charles Nkosi deKlerk
Gender: Cis Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 16 years old
Birthday: September 28th
Ethnicity: Mixed Afrikaneer-Xhosa
Nationality: Pan-African Technocratic Union
Species: Human, Mutant, and Designer Baby
Sexuality: Bisexual, leaning toward male

Family: Charles is the child of the First Family of the Union, his Father Hector is the ruler of the Union while his mother is a professional fashion designer. He has a twin sister called Anke

Strengths: Genius, highly social, athletics, quick reflexes experienced scientist, and inventor.
Weaknesses: Obnoxiously perfect, questionable ideological beliefs, smugness, overconfidence.

Appearance and Style: Charles is a boy about 5’9” in height with medium brown skin, light brown-blondish afro-textured hair with heavy freckles on the face and arms. Charles is a somewhat Femme boy who takes a lot of care about what he looks like, he favors colorful and patterned African styles of clothing.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Siegfried
Status: Alive, Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: Hypertech focused on machines and physics manipulation, mild technopathy that allows him to ‘feel’ the mechanical or programing status of machines. Higher than average fitness, reflxes, eyesight and mental acuity.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Application

Class: Four
Power Category: Hypertech
Roommate: Thor

Backstory

Charles wasn’t born like most people, he and his sister were created in a laboratory by their Father Charles deKlerk carefully selecting genes from him, his wife, and special donors to create two children with exceptional mental and physical potential.

Despite their unusual conception (and their father’s status as Technocratic Chairman of the Union,) the twins lived ordinary lives, for the most part; living in a luxurious but rather modest house, attending public school with Union children, and never made by their parents to feel superior to others, who pushed the twins hard to excel. Nevertheless, the Twins excelled at most of what they tried, always working hard due to the values embedded in them by their parents. They inherited their father’s hypertech abilities at a young age.

At fifteen Charles and Anke got their first chance to prove their worth in the Union’s meritocratic system; Charles was assigned to designing and manufacturing a brand new race car for championships but without using hypertech, a task that took him two years but the bleeding edge results greatly pleased his peers and he was admitted to the Union’s board.

But Charles had a different idea of what he wanted; he knew the Union was reviled on the international stage, considered warmongers, oppressors, and tyrants. So he hatched a plan; to become the Union’s first international superhero and show the world the country he was proud of wasn’t some backwater dictatorship run by a mad scientist as people believed but a real country.

So he created a suit of power armor which he pitted against Union mecha known as Fafnir class, after he finally was able to surpass the Union Warmachine he jokingly named his armor after Siegfried the dragonslayer. This done, he applied to Ravenhold, his application obviously drawing a lot of attention from the administration. After some questioning over motives he was allowed to Enroll.

Misc Information

  • Charles is an Atheist, and can be quite vocal about it at times.
  • Charles is a proud supporter of Neo-African culture, who proudly wear its fashion and listen to its music.
  • Charles has had a few romantic thrist but nothing that became serious due to his busy lifestyle and work.
  • Charles can cook quite well, his favorite dish is Moambe chicken, along with fried plantains.
  • Charles likes to relax playing videogames and creating electronica music.
  • Charles hometown is Kinshasa, formerly Congo, and currently the Union capital.
  • Charles likes to drive sports car and speedboat in races both informally and in competitions.
  • The deKlerk Family is incredibly wealthy due to pre-union patents and work done by Hector deKlerk from which the family still draws income.

Arrival: Chapter 1.8 (Deryn)

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Deryn’s mind pulsed with a hundred emotions at once; anticipation, anxiety, boredom, fear, joy. Some were their own, but most were not. As an Empath since the age of seven Deryn had largely learned to center themself and deal with the tide of emotions around them.

Hermes was a helpful little fellow, laying patiently in his cat carrier, and so Deryn used him as an anchor in the storm.

Deryn looked around scanning for a seat, their gaze drawn immediately to another teen, they couldn’t have been much more than four feet tall, swimming in a gray sweater and worn jeans that were several sizes too big for them, anxiety burned bright in that one. They had short brown hair and a smattering of freckles across their cheeks. On their lap was a gigantic maine coon. 

They were seated, eyes clothes clearly trying some breathing exercises to maintain their calm.

“Is this seat taken?” Deryn asked softly. 

“Eep!” The teen jumped up, and then proceeded to shrink, now only three feet tall. Their cat protectively coiled around their owner and staring Deryn down.

“Okay, not quite what I expected,” Deryn said, “Are you alright?”

The teen took a few breaths and slowly regained some size, now about four and a half feet, “yeah sorry, you… you startled me.”

“Can I try something?” Deryn offered, knowing they could help. “Take my hand.”

They nervously did and Deryn focused; sending a warm soothing radiance into them, banishing away anxiety and leaving behind a gentle peacefulness. The teen grew back once more reaching about five and a half feet. 

“Oh that’s kinda nice.” they said, Deryn could feel their jaw and shoulders untense.

“I’m an Empath, I can help people with their feelings” Deryn smiled. “Now, may I sit?”

“Oh, yes.”

Deryn sat down and the Maine Coon came over, sniffing them, Deryn gave them a hand and the cat proceeded to rub herself all over.

“That was really nice,” they said.

“You should see what else these hands can do,” Deryn teased. Eli’s mind went somewhere naughty, turning bright red. While Deryn couldn’t read the thoughts proper; they had a gut feeling of where emotions came from.

They opened their cat carrier and Hermes peaked his head out. The Maine Coon came over to smell Hermes, who was a little cowed at the giant cat, being only a few months old. 

“What brings you to Ravenhold?” Deryn asked.

“I… have a hard time controlling my powers.” They gave Deryn a self-deprecating smile, “as you saw. I wanted… a change of pace. To get out of my comfort zone a bit and maybe learn some confidence and control… and who doesn’t wanna be a hero?… I’m… Eli by the way, they/them pronouns” they held out their hand once more, for a shake this time.

“Deryn,” they  smiled and shook hands, “And same for they/them, don’t mind she/her either.” Deryn leaned back, opening their coat, “Being a hero seems strange, but I’ve always wanted to help people.”

A spark of disappointment went through Eli’s mind toward the handshake.  “You’re disappointed,” Deryn noted. “Empath, I’m warning you I can feel things and I’m bad at letting them go.”

“Oh uh,” Eli went from disappointment to embarrassment, “I just thought maybe I’d feel that calming again when we shook hands.”

“Ah, it’s a willing thing,” Deryn explains, “Want another shot?” they wink. 

“No no it’s fine!” Eli waved their hands in front of them.

Deryn’s powers told them yes, but they didn’t press, they’d learned their lessons before, if painfully. 

Next to them the Maine Coon had already begun licking Hermes’ head, having adopted the kitten in less than a minute it seemed. 

“This is Angel. She’s mostly an emotional support cat but she does know some tasks to help me when I shrink.”

“Alright, and this is Hermes, my little boy.”

Deryn looked at Angel. “Hello Angel, I’m Deryn.” 

Angel gave a little ‘mrrpp’ noise in answer. 

“He’s adorable.” Eli reached their hand out to offer Hermes a sniff, “Is he still a kitten?”

“We think he’s about six months old, he was found abandoned with his siblings.” Deryn explained, “I work at a shelter, it’s where I got him.” They hadn’t found the mother but it had been likely she had died when searching for food for her kittens. “Is Angel a Maine Coon?”

“Yeah!”

“She’s a beauty, how old is she?”

“She’s 7 years old. Will be 8 in a few months.”

“Well, she still has a long way to go.” Deryn smiled. “So, I take it you can shrink down is your power?”

“Yeah I can shrink all the way down to  6 inches.”

“Oh wow,” Deryn says, then a thought came over remembering the state of Eli’s clothes, “What happens to your clothes?”

“… they uh… stay the same size… but! I sew and…” out of their pocket Eli pulled out a tiny little dress in a floral fabric. They were evidently proud of their work.

“That is A-do-ra-ble!” Deryn picked it up, it looked like it belonged to a little doll, “You can actually fit in that?”

“Yep! I’ve made a few outfits! I also have a little…” Eli’s excited tone turned a little toward embarrassed, “dollhouse that I made to hang out in sometimes when I’m small.”

“Okay, that is so damn cute,” Deryn said.

Eli smiled shyly, turning quite brightly red once again. “Thank you.”

“Have you ever heard of mini baking?” Deryn asked.

Eli frowned, thinking, “Like those videos of people making tiny food?”

“Yeah, it’d be funny to have you make those,” Deryn said, “Imagine it; World’s smallest baker.”

“Maybe I’ll give it a try.” Eli said, noncommittally.

Deryn smiled, not pushing the idea. They took out a thermos. “Coffee?”

Eli shook their head, “No thanks. More of a tea person.” 

“Afraid I didn’t pack a second thermos, but I can make the best tea latte you’ve ever tasted.” Deryn said.

“Oo sounds good.”

“Two years working at the Coffee Mill, and employee of the month many times,” Deryn bragged, “Hand ground coffee beans roasted in house,”

“Oh wow, I’ve never had a job before, I mean, I helped out in my dad’s shop a bit before but never like a Job job. Was it fun?”

“I loved it, well besides the terrible customers, but the owners always let me tell them off.” Deryn said. It helped Deryn could zap Karens with a bit of guilt, it was illegal technically, but very satisfying. “What does your dad do?”

“He makes custom furniture! I usually help him more in the back, too anxious to deal with customers. My mom is usually the one who deals with the customers.”

“Oh wow that is so cool,” Deryn said, “My mom’s a college teacher, my ma works doing house renovation, mostly painting”

“What does she teach?”

“History, mainly early modern,” 

“That’s cool.”

“You know what’s not cool?” Deryn said, “Living in Ohio.” 

“I’m from Ohio too.” Eli laughs,

“Oh, damn, I’m sorry,” Deryn laughed. “Actually I was born in Pennsylvania but mom got offered a tenure when I was six.”

“I’ve lived in Ohio my whole life.” 

Deryn put a hand on their shoulder, “And for that I’m sorry,” 

Eli laughed. 

“If you could live anywhere in the United States, where would it be?” Deryn asked.

“I don’t know… I like the cold so maybe it’d be nice in one of the Northeastern states.”

“Good one, now, call me cliché but Seattle, the great green north, home of American coffee culture.”

“Never been to Seattle. I’d like to visit there.”

“Same,”

Was a pause for a while, Deryn drinking coffee and sharing snacks with Eli, talking about home and family. Eli looked out the window and watched the city go by as they got closer and closer to the school Eli’s anxiety started picking up again. They pulled Angel back to their lap and aggressively petted her.

“So empath huh… is anyone in this bus as scared as I am?”

“I’m afraid you kind of stood out,” Deryn said, “There’s anxiety but it’s mostly tempered by excitement.” Eli nodded gently, Deryn leaned over, “And that Venusian over there is very high.”

Eli glances over to the huge lizard-like alien that was currently having his drool wiped away by a chubby Asian kid. “high?” 

“Oh yeah, I get a kind of contact-high just focusing on them,” Deryn laughs, feeling a little giddy and excitable like when they’d smoke weed. 

“Wow.” Eli fidgeted a bit. “I’ve been homeschooled for the past few years so… suddenly going to a boarding school far away from my parents is… a lot.”

“Oh, damn I can imagine.”

“Are you nervous at all?” 

“I’m not actually sure,” Deryn laughed a little nervously, “Sometimes in a big crowd it’s hard to tell me-feelings from crowd-feelings.”

Eli’s eyes widened, worry in their mind, “Really? That sounds kinda scary.”

“Well, I am hoping to get some mentoring,” Deryn answered, “Learn to better control it. It’s also easier if I have a ground,” They gently pet Hermes who purred gently, “Like him.”

Eli reached over and pet Hermes as well, “Well crossing fingers we both get better at controlling our powers.”

“Let’s hope so,” Deryn smiled. 

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Arrival: Chapter 1.7 (Danalar)

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Danalar walked through the crowd, gauging people and their reactions to seeing a Tzari, four years ago his kind had invaded earth, and now he, along with several hundred thousand others, had been left behind when the fleet retreated. 

At just an inch under seven feet of height he did not exactly blend in, even if he wore clothes in the style of humans. On his shoulder was a long high-tech polearm with a crystal AI core, currently dormant. 

Thankfully nobody seemed to pay him mind, a few looked but it was curiosity and not anger he saw in their eyes. He boarded the bus, having to bend his neck so as not to hit the ceiling of the vehicle, and looked around, someone drew his attention immediately; She looked like a Ver, a type of alien not known on earth! Short and fuzzy gray fur, with long orange hair growing down her back. Her top pair of eyes, the day ones, were open wide and looking around, their pink color fairly typical for a Ver. Her aitae, the antenna-like structures hanging from her head, were pierced with simple gold hoops. She still wore Ver typical clothing, long, billowy pants and a poncho in muted colors.

Danalar had never seen one like them in person, only in reports of the Tzari fleet about a distant alien race they had encountered exploring. 

“You are not of this world,” Danalar said, “I did not expect to find one such as you in this place.”

The alien stared at him, for a second before awkwardly extending a hand “Sis one is Son’ma. Son’ma is Ver.” she spoke with a strong speech impediment, or was this what a Ver accent sounded like, unable to make ‘th’ and ‘f’  sounds, instead them coming out like an s.

“I am Danalar, son of Neetarin,” He said, giving a formal bow in the Tzari-style before taking her hand. “I did not know Ver had reached this world.”

“Not sis universe. Srom anoser one. Ver take over Ears,”  She spoke slowly, pausing often to find their words. 

Danalar’s ears perked up listening to her. “I see, it would explain your presence, I admit I have not met one like you outside of intelligence reports, you are  lovelier in the flesh.”

Son’ma squinted a little, evidently confused by Danalar’s big words. “Son’ma bad at human language what is “intelligence report” and what is “slesh””

“An intelligence report is a message that spies or scouts write to people to tell them what they have seen?” Danalar attempted to explain. “In the Flesh means face to face.” Only a few years ago he had been in Son’ma place, having to learn a strange new language. 

Son’ma nodded slowly, leaving Danalar unsure if she had understood. “Sit?” Son’ma said, pointing at the seat, their tone phrasing that single word as a question,

Danalar sat down. “You may call me Nalar, it is customary for my people.”

“Nalar.” She repeated, twice, trying to get it right.

“That is it,” He says, “How long have you been on this world?”

“8 monss”

“That is quite short, but your English is good. The human language is… clumsy.” Danalar said, with a flick of an ear. The Tzari language was regular and tightly constructed, English had all of these exceptions, such as Goose and Geese but not Mouse and Mice, it could all be so confusing. 

“No Ver. Has to learn quick.” 

“I am afraid I do not speak your language, but I am quite certain it would be delightful upon my ears.”

Son’ma spoke a few words in a guttural language, spoken deep in the throat, and the sounds ‘bounced’, varying in pitch a lot. 

Danalar answered back in Imperial Tzari; “And I am pleased to meet you,” it wasn’t quite as guttural, but it was a harsh sounding language with strong consonants. He smirked, exposing more of his tusks.

Son’ma smiled, exposing the teeth of a predator, all sharp canines dominating her mouth. They might not have understood a word of one another, but they had connected on a level nonetheless.

“It is an honor to meet you,” Danalar saods, “I understand the confusion of this world, shall you need assistance please seek me out.”

Son’ma’s head tilted slightly as she decoded the words. “Sank you.”

“If I may be so bold, you are quite a wonderful creature,” Danalar said, 

Son’ma cocked her head quite strongly this time, almost completely sideways.

“Beautiful?” Danalar clarified.

“Son’ma is?”

“Yes,” Danalar said, “Pardon me if it is untoward.”

Son’ma blinked with both sets of eyes. 

Danalar took a breath. “I am sorry if what I said was too forward?”

“Sorward?” A hint of understanding in her eyes.

Danalar’s cheeks flushed, “I did not mean to possibly make you uncomfortable saying you were beautiful?”

“Not uncomsortable.”

“Ah, color me relieved then.”

“Son’ma’s teashers did not speak like sis…” Son’ma said with a deep frown.

“Excuse me, it is difficult to break form,” Danalar said, trying to change to a more casual tone. “Among my people it is considered rude to speak so directly to a stranger.” 

Son’ma nodded after a moment.

“I’m sorry if it causes confusion,”

Is there a missing line or does Nalar just say two things in a row?

“Well, let me welcome you to this Earth,” he smirked.

Son’ma smiled back, “Sank you.”

“It is no problem.”

It was then that the Polearm Danalar carried sparked to life, the orb going from a dull, almost black, red to a bright and vibrant color, with little fireworks glowing within.

“Reboot complete, Sir, I am glad to report I am up to full capacity.” Bardiche the AI spoke, Danalar had programmed ‘him’ to speak in the way of an English gentleman, finding the voice quite soothing.

“Ah Bardiche, it is good to hear you say.” Danalar answered. 

Son’ma’s eyes widened and she leaned forward, “Weapon speaks?”

“It does, Son’ma this is Bardiche, Bardiche this is Son’ma.” Danalar said, “I created him,”

“Greetings Sir.” Bardiche answered. 

“Hello Bardiche. Nice to meet you.” Son’ma words were clearly rehearsed many times.

“A pleasure to meet you, sir.” Bardiche answered as programmed.

“He is still young and learning,” Danalar explained. Bardiche was a complex AGI, with time he would learn and evolve, but at the time he was only a few months old.

“So is Son’ma.”

“My database analysis suggest that Son’ma is a Ver, perhaps this unit requires an update as the likelihood of a Ver being on Earth is extremely improbable.” Bardiche said.

Son’ma squinted at Bardiche, likely confused at his excessive use of words.

“Bardiche is confused as to why a Ver is here,” Danalar explained. “It is not an error Bardiche, extraordinary circumstances.”

“Noted, Sir.”

“Bardiche smart. Strong also?” Son’ma reached and poked the polearm with a claw.

“This unit is equiped with protonic ax functionality, pulsed particle projection and—” Bardiche began but Danalar cut him off.

“Son’ma will not understand you, Bardiche.” He turned back to Son’ma. “Yes, he is a strong weapon, I could show you later.”

Danalar watched as Son’ma wrapped one of her strange dangling appendages that came out from under her poncho around Bardiche’s pole and AI core. Danalar allowed her, watching with a deep curiosity. 

“Interesting.” Son’ma said.

“What were you doing?” 

“Learning what Bardiche is made.”

“You can do that with these appendages?” Danalar asked.

Son’ma nodded, “Tae knows many things”

“A tae?” Danalar pondered for a moment, “May I touch it?”

“Delicate.” She said. rather than let him touch it, Son’ma loosely wrapped the ‘tae’ around his wrist. 

“Oh course, quite a beautiful thing it is.”

“Sank you.”

Danalar smiled and she unwrapped her tae. “Are you hungry? I have brought some food along.”

“What sood?”

Danalar opened his bag, revealing a bunty of human snacks he had come to enjoy; Doritos chips, pretzels, chocolate, but also jerky and pepperoni sticks. “What does your kind eat?”

“Meat”

Danalar offered them a hot and spicy pepperoni stick, opening it for her in case she did not know to. “Try this?”

Son’ma put the pepperoni to her tae, and then took a bite. “Taste good but hurts tongue. Why?” She gave the stick a concerned look.

“It is spice,” Danalar explained, “Some like such a feeling.”

Son’ma gauged his answer and took a second careful bite. “Son’ma likes spice.” She declared and then proceeded to devour the rest of the stick with great abandon. 

Danalar laughed a little, “I am glad you do.”

The two of them kept talking, about their worlds, about Earth, and how they had gotten there in the first place. It was refreshing for Son’ma to meet another alien, someone who understood her position.

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Profile: Kavin Williams

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Personal Data

Kavin made using Poika’s character maker

Name: Kavin Amelia Williams
Gender: Cis Female
Pronouns: She / Her
Age: 14 years old
Birthday: November 28th
Ethnicity: Black
Nationality: American
Species: Human
Sexuality: Lesbian

Family: Kavin is the oldest of three children, two girls, and one boy. Her parents are still together and operate a Southern food restaurant in the Bronx.

Strengths: Smart, kind, has a strong sense of justice, handy with technology.
Weaknesses: Asocial, not a team player, communicates poorly

Appearance and Style: Kavin is somewhat short and large in frame at 5’2” in height, she has dark brown skin and natural hair she typically wears in braids, cornrows, or dreadlocks, changing every few weeks as her hair grows. Kavin typically wears simple utilitarian clothing; sweaters, cargo pants, jeans, overalls, and never uses makeup.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Priwen
Status: Alive, Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: Hypertech specialized in robotics and energy.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Recommendation

Class: Four
Power Category: Hypertech
Roommate: Son’ma

Backstory

Ever since childhood, Kavin was always a rather withdrawn child. Born mute, she never talked which drove a wedge between her and most other children, although her parents tried integrating her in a deaf/mute school, Kavin didn’t really take to sign language and eventually asked to go back to regular school as she found ASL exhausting to ‘listen’ to.

Kavin grew up without really interacting with other children but that rarely seemed to bother her, always preferring the companionship of technology and her service dog, Nimue. When she had to talk to people she always preferred texting over face-to-face conversations. Although her parents would have probably preferred she be easier, they still did everything they could to help their little girl.

When she was 11, Kavin manifested her mutant abilities with seemingly no trigger, becoming a hypertech. This only led to Kavin spending even more time isolated in her little workshop in her parents’ garage. There she started building robots, mostly to help her around the house, do her chores, and entertain her. But she started a bigger project she named the Priwen; a large mecha about fifteen feet in height.

Kavin’s life changed when superheroes and villains clashed through her neighborhood causing extensive collateral damage, including several fires. Although she wasn’t completed Kavin booted up Priwen and set out onto the streets, using the mecha’s great strength to rescue people, put out fires, and assist with the evacuation of the area. Because of this, she attracted the attention of Centurion who lauded her for her efforts, he would even send her an invitation to attend Ravenhold Academy later that year.

Misc Information

  • Kavin’s favorite school subject is the physical sciences and history, she dislikes English.
  • Kavin is autistic, her special interests are robotics, knights and King Arthur mythos.
  • Kavin is mute and communicates primarily through her tablet and phone, using a text-to-speech program.
  • Kavin has a service dog she named Nimue after the Lady of the Lake of Arthurian mythos.
  • Kavin’s favorite foods are strawberries, pilaf, and peach cobbler. She drinks a lot of lemonade.
  • Kavin has competed standard-tech robot fighting competitions and won a few trophies.
  • Kavin is a devout Christian and is part of the African Methodist Episcopal Church denomination.
  • Kavin has PTSD from behavioral therapy before her parents realized the harm it was doing to their child, and is triggered by being restrained, the taste of vinegar, and certain phrases.
  • Kavin is not good at expressing herself; her feelings or ideas, and tends to just do things without consulting others as she finds it infinitely easier.
  • Kavin is attracted to girls but has never attempted to initiate any relationships or been asked out, which she doesn’t really think much about.

Profile: Thea Winters

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Personal Data

Thea made using Hunbloom’s character creator.

Name: Thea Analise Winters
Gender: Cis Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 16 years old
Birthday: March 15th
Ethnicity: White American
Nationality: American
Species: Human, Paramophic-Mutant
Sexuality: Questioning

Family: Thea is the only child of her family, her parents are unemployed, struggle with alcoholism and their relationship with their daughter is strained.

Strengths: Sociable, loyal, protective of others, empathic
Weaknesses: Secretly insecure, subject to peer pressure

Appearance and Style: Thea changes her appearance quite frequently as the mood fits her, she is a 5’10” female-appearing plant humanoid with green skin. Her hair is actually a variety of flowers she changes almost daily, she has birch bark in some areas like the arms and lower legs.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Hamadryad
Status: Alive, Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: Her body has been transformed into a plant-humanoid form, ability to accomplish minor shapeshifting and create plant parts.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Application

Class: Four
Power Category: Scrapper
Roommate: Hijack

Backstory

Thea was an ordinary girl just two years ago, living in Anchorage Alaska with her dysfunctional family, parents who struggled with alcoholism and were verbally abusive. Thea was the local ‘ugly girl’ overweight, with bad eyes requiring terrible glasses and misaligned teeth that her family couldn’t afford to get fixed. A mixture of peer and parental abuse and bullying. Thea was a miserable girl, and she developed anorexia as a result.

Thea’s life was set on a disaster course but during a particularly bad bullying incident her mind snapped and the stress of the event caused her mutant powers to manifest. Her old body was gone, transformed into some strange alien plant creature. While many would struggle to adapt to this new form for Thea it was the slightly twisted answer to all of her prayers.

Almost overnight Thea reinvented herself, she learned to control her new form and shape herself to be as beautiful as she always wanted. But her family life remained, so she looked for an exit strategy, one she found at Ravenhold. She applied and by some miracle, she was chosen over thousands of people.

Misc Information

  • Thea’s hometown is Anchorage, Alaska where she lives in a trailer park outlying the city.
  • Thea is very skilled at applying makeup, she wants to be a professional makeup artist and costumer for Hollywood.
  • Thea’s family is very poor, she makes money on the side by growing marijuana buds and selling them around the park.
  • Thea is a fashionista but her family finances mean that she gets most of her things from thrift stores
  • Thea’s transformation means she takes most of her nutrients from water, air and soil like a plant, but require additional carbohydrates she take from plant sap and sugar water. She likes to joke this makes her a plant vampire.
  • Thea once had a boyfriend briefly for a while, liking to be desirable for once but the novelty quickly wore off and she found the relationship annoying.
  • Thea is uncertain of her romantic and sexual orientation, she used to dream of wanting to be desired by boys, loved even, but she is no longer sure this is what she wants. Her transformation has also altered her hormones and she no longer feels sexual arousal.
  • Thea’s favorite school subject is Social Sciences
  • Thea loves animals but never had a dedicated pet as her mother hates animals.
  • Thea sleeps in a special garden bed where she can grow roots and processes nutrients from the soil.

Arrival: Chapter 1.6 (Ethan)

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The trip from England to America had been long and tiresome for Ethan, not only for the usual reasons but also thanks to Jack-of-Smiles, the horrible demon that Ethan had the great luck to have confined within his head.

It was a long story, one that involved urban exploration and disturbing an ancient magical binding that ended with him being sent to Ravenhold for “Monitoring.”

“Look at all these pathetic would-be heroes!” Jack said, “We could slaughter them all easily!”

“Shut up…” Ethan mumbled, his head had already started to hurt hours ago.

The demon was contained within him but could manifest in any of his reflections, but only Ethan and a few mystically aware individuals could see or hear him.

Ethan climbed aboard the bus, being among the last, and cautiously chose a place to sit. He saw a black teen with vitiligo and eir eyes closed and sat down. Ey wore eir hair in extremely long braids that pooled a bit on the seat.

“Hi, sorry, there wasn’t much space left elsewhere.” Although he was Indian in ethnicity, Ethan’s accent was unmistakably the Queen’s English, it tended to surprise people, especially the racists. 

“It’s fine,” the teen said, eir voice deep and somewhat cavernous even.

“I’m Ethan,” he offered a hand but the closed-eyed teen didn’t notice.

“Why did you have to sit next to the strange one?” Jack said, appearing upon the window, “His aura is unusual.”

“Shut up jack, people will think I’m crazy…” Ethan mumbled to himself.

It was then that the teen finally opened eir eyes, turned to the reflection, and spoke, “And I think you are stranger than I, demon.”

“You can see him?” Ethan asked.

The teen turned to him, eyes now open. The scleras were pitch black but one eye was gold and the other silver, not in shades normal among humans. 

“You are not the only one who has made a deal with deities or demons,” Ey said, eyes wandering around. Ethan looked and surely a few other magical beings were around, one kid had some sort of half-monkey and half-sphynx-cat creature perched on their shoulder.

“Everyone kind of thinks I’m crazy at home, only this wizard dude I met knew I wasn’t,” Ethan sighed, “Anyway, this is Jack, he’s an asshole, please ignore him.”

“You’ll do no such thing!” Jack protested

 “And what can you do to force me to pay attention to you?” 

“Smallpox, Leprosy, Consumption,” Jack listed, making Ethan shudder. “I could have flesh-eating bugs eat your eyeballs too.”

“And how much of this one’s,” the teen tilted eir head towards Ethan, “permission do you need?”

“We are absolutely not doing any of that,” Ethan scolded Jack in a hushed tone.

“The boy might be in control, but I can wrest it from him long enough if I must.” Jack grinned, revealing his filthy yellow and rotten teeth with maggots dangling out of cavities

The teen grinned and everything became darker, washed out of color, eir skin going from human-black to pitch-black. 

“Eh… you okay?” Ethan asked. This didn’t bode well… A fight between two mystical beings on a public bus…

“What about herpes! Or syphilis!” Jack kept brainstorming.

“Those sound truly terrible.” The teen looked at Ethan, ey were still smiling but something about it sent shudders down Ethan’s spine. “You should keep a tight leash on him.”

“I’m trying, mate, but I can’t exactly make him shut up.” 

“Me a leash? Says the entity that’s way off their leash, possessing that kid, how hypocritical!” Jack said, hamming it up.

“What?” Ethan looked at the teen. Was he not speaking to someone like him?

“Perhaps that is the nature of my deal with the child? Who are you to judge, little plague.”

“Little?” Jack said, “Oh now you’ve done it!”

Jack disappeared from the window and leaped back into Ethan’s mind, forcing his way through Ethan’s will and pushing him out of the driver’s seat, Ethan became nothing but a spectator in his own body.

Ethan’s face distorted into a sickening grin as bugs emerged out in a projectile vomit upon the other teen. 

“I am Jack of Smiles, bringer of plague, the scourge of the world! I have slain hundreds of millions with plagues of my own creation! And you will listen to me you little shit!

Ethan tried to take over, managing to say but a few words “Stop— That—” He coughed out more bugs, “You idiot.”

However the entity was unimpressed, shadows blackened the bus for but a second, and then all of the insects were gone, swallowed by darkness itself into only the entity knew where. 

“This isn’t over!” Jack promised as Ethan took back control. Unfortunately for him, Jack couldn’t wrestle control for more than a moment at a time.

To say everyone was glaring at them was an understatement. “Sorry, minor technical issues!” Ethan said getting up, “It’s all over!”  He then sat back,  “I am so sorry,” he added, retching, “you don’t happen to have mouthwash do you?”

The teen calmly reached into eir pocket. “Will tic-tacs do?”

“I’ll take them.” 

Ethan took some, then rinsed his mouth with a water bottle, spitting out of the window before popping a handful of tic-tacs in. “Thanks.”

Jack was still present but his stunt had cost him a lot of energy. 

“So… are you a demon or something too?”

A twitch passed over the teen’s face, “I am a god.”

“Right, god.” Ethan said, “I’m Hindu we have a lot of those, so what’s one more? Come to think of it, I don’t know your name.”

“Enozi,” Ey said after a pause, “The Devouring Dark, god of night and shadows”

It was not one Ethan had heard of, “Neat?”

“Oh, another wannabe god pretender, don’t listen to his crap,” Jack said, “it’s like a lesser-G god.” 

“If I am a god pretender then what are you? A bottom feeder demon?” Enozi said.

“Bottom Feeder? I was the terror of Victorian Britain! I have slain millions and enjoyed their sweet delightful suffering! I was greater than you could have ever possibly been!

“There he goes again,” Ethan sighed.

“Victorian Britain.” Enozi scoffed, “you are almost as much a child as the one who holds your leash. I don’t squabble with children.” Enozi closed eir eyes again

“Oh you—” Jack starts.

“Okay, that’s it,” Ethan took out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and started washing his hands and face. Immediately he felt Jack’s intense discomfort and pain. It was petty but Ethan took satisfaction from that.

“Ew, no, stop that!” Jack begged.

“You act like a child, you get antiseptic.”

Enozi’s lip ever so slightly quirked up into a smirk.

“And now I stink,” Ethan says, “Anyway, sorry for all of this.”

“Caleb feels sorry for you. Ey rather hate bugs.” Enozi said.

“So, Caleb’s your… host?

“Yes. Ey are still here. Eir soul intact.”

“That’s not super reassuring… Did ey consent to this?” Ethan asked.

Enozi seemed to ponder what that meant, but nodded once.

“Would you mind if I have a chat with… eym? em? I don’t know what’s the right pronoun here…”

Enozi considered the request and then eir voice changed, the more recognizable cracked voice of an AMAB teenager.  “No!” Caleb, or so Ethan presumed, covered eir face with eir hands, “You can’t just swap with me on a dime.” Ey whined, “I need 3-5 business days to prepare!” Ey peeked at Ethan thru eir fingers, “At least he seems nice.” Ey muttered vaguely.

“Hi? You must be Caleb?” Ethan asked

Caleb lowers eir hands, “yeah… “

“Ah, the unwitting pawn of that god. Quick, strike while it is weak!” Jack declared.

“Shut up Jack…” Ethan sighed. It had become a mantra of sorts by now.  “So, you’re the vessel for some god of darkness? And you’re okay with that or…”

“The whole ‘intact soul’ thing wasn’t part of the plan…” Caleb mumbled, “I was supposed to die. Enozi didn’t get the memo.”

Ethan blinked. Ey wanted to die? Had it been some kind of suicide or evil sacrifice? “Oh… Oh… I’m sorry…?

“Enozi isn’t the worst headmate to have… better than yours anyway,” Caleb shuddered, “and Enozi is going to use my body to help people and be a hero! So maybe I’ll be useful then and people will like me… and it’ll be less painful to be around.”

“Well, thankfully Jack stays out of my head for the most part,” Ethan said. “And I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m Ethan, I’m not sure if you could hear us before, or how much.”

“During the day I can hear and see at least. Sometimes I sleep at night because Enozi is too strong and it hurts a bit to be conscious.”

Ethan nodded, “Well, it was nice to meet you, I do hope we see each other again, you know if you need someone to talk to about magical headmates and all.” He smiled. 

Caleb smiled with relief before the smile fades into Enozi’s calm arrogance.

“Thanks, I guess, and sorry again for Jack.” 

“I do not blame you for your little plague’s audacity.”

“Most gracious of you,” Ethan said, opening his bag, “are cool ranch Doritos an appropriate deific offering?” He asked, obviously teasing, “Repayment for the tic-tacs and patience?”

“Yes,” Enozi said, eir expression as solid as stone.

Ethan shared his bag with him, his mind preoccupied with Caleb, part of him wanted to save poor Caleb, free them, but if ey had consented… Was it right? Ey seemed so miserable and sad…

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Profile: Axel King

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Personal Data

Axel made using Hunbloom’s character creator

Name: Axel King
Gender: Cis Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: Fourteen years old
Birthday: January 1st
Ethnicity: White American
Nationality: American
Species: Human
Sexuality: Pansexual

Family: Axel is the only child of two superheroes who died during the Earth and Tzari War. He is being taken care of by his aunt and uncle since.

Strengths: Enthusiastic, energetic, hardworking, focused
Weaknesses: Cocky, Impulsive, Abrasive, bad grasp of personal boundaries, book dumb

Appearance and Style: Axel is an awkwardly proportioned lanky boy at 5’8” he has decent muscles for his age due to heavy physical training. He has light blue eyes and champagne blonde wavy hair that he keeps in a ponytail. Axel is a bit of a drama queen and often dresses to impress and draw attention, with accessories, colorful bandaids covering his frequent scrapes and stickers and body glitter.

Superhero Data

Supranym: Blademaster
Status: Alive, Active

Metahuman Type: Mutant
Abilities: Can create replicas of any object he has touched before and manipulate them using telekinetic force. Favors using weapons and shields, but also nets, lasso, bolas. Struggle with replicating complex mechanisms and electronics. Can conjure seven items at most at the start of the story.

Ravenhold Data

Acceptance to Ravenhold: Recommendation

Class: One
Power Category: Scrapper
Roommate: Riley

Backstory

Axel was born a cape kid, the child of two superheroes, it wasn’t the easiest of life as his parents spent so much time at work, never knowing when things might go wrong. But Axel never let it get to him, growing up with his grandparents for many years. At a young age, he knew he wanted to follow his parents’ legacy and be a superhero.

His parents were in semi-retirement by 2018 having reached their mid-forties when the Tzari-Earth war occurred. Like many heroes and former heroes, they answered the call of duty and fought the aliens for their planet. Unfortunately, his parents were involved in the battle of Moscow when the aliens destroyed the city from orbit, killing them and many more.

The death of both of his parents deeply shook the ten year old Axel who at first grew distant and depressed, at first he was angry that his parents had answered the call like any child would, but over time the values his parents passed onto him prevailed; His parents hadn’t left him, they had made the greatest sacrifice for the world, he knew that was something worth dying for.

So he poured everything into being a superhero, following his parents’ legacy and example, it was that or succumb to loneliness and despair. Axel began training as hard as he could; mastering his powers, training his body, and even steeling his mind.

When he turned thirteen he begged his uncle and aunt to let him attend but they said no, he wasn’t ready. So he trained harder and by the next year, they knew they couldn’t stop his ambition.

Misc Information

  • Axel’s hometown is Manhattan, New York City.
  • While Axel isn’t actually stupid his impulsive nature and preference for acting over thinking makes him look like it, often making terrible decisions.
  • Although Axel can replicate guns he thinks they are “Uncool” and “Unheroic”
  • Axel is agnostic, the death of his family left him questioning religion and afterlives particularly hard.
  • Axel has had a few sexual “experiments” but thinks romance is a distraction from his journey to become a top tier superhero.
  • Axel’s life revolved heavily around becoming a hero; he’s a fanatic of fencing, parkour, martial arts.
  • Axel likes to relax by going to the beach, he does surfing and wake-boarding, and is a licensed paramedic and lifeguard.
  • Axel’s favorite foods are Sushi and Japanese food in general which he got from his uncle-by-marriage. He dislikes broccoli and green bell peppers.
  • Axel’s connection has had him get a few fashion model gigs although nothing particularly noteworthy, primarily in online teen catalogs.
  • Although Axel is a friendly and outgoing guy he has very few friends, almost exclusively other cape kids from a little clique of east-coast heroes.