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Kamaria Munroe

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a character in “The Descendants”, originally authored by Lostsoulsbleed, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Kamaria Yuki Munroe

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NightStorm

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Kamara, Mara, K, Ria, Snow, Yuki, Munroe

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Female

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Age

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Storm and Black Panther

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African American

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Personality

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Powers

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Applications|Limitations

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Family

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History

So begins...

Kamaria Munroe's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Magni Thorson Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Enzo Nigma Character Portrait: The Incredible Hulk-Girl; Jennifer Banner-WIP Character Portrait: Alex Todd Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers Character Portrait: Thena Brynhildsdóttir Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Variel Wolfe Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Aiden Drake Character Portrait: Kamaria Munroe Character Portrait: Caleb Kent Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Angelique Roth Character Portrait: Tommy Kyle Character Portrait: Nathaniel Bane Character Portrait: Jai West Character Portrait: Max Stark Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Matt Grayson Character Portrait: Alexander Wilson Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Alfred Character Portrait: Joker Jr Character Portrait: Kallistrate Prince Character Portrait: Cordelia Wagner Character Portrait: Cameron Stewart/Lantern Character Portrait: Lucrecia "Cree" Luthor Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Kamaria Wakandas Character Portrait: Elizabeth Natchios

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#, as written by mjolnir
The Descendant Academy



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Descendant Academy. School for the lucky few who are the offspring of the worlds leading heroes, superheroes, villains and vigilantes. Unlike any other schools, even Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. Here they are raised, trained, educated and prepared for what the world has in store. Some preparing to take up their parent's places, while others make their own identities. Each student here arriving at different points in their lives. But that's irrelevant.

It's another day just like any other in the Academy. Phil and Alfred take the elevators down to floor L1, making their way to the lecture hall. As they made their way down the long corridor, Phil glances over the paperwork in his hands while speaking, "J.A.R.V.I.S.?" "Yes sir?" He flips over another page in his folder before adding, "Send out the alarm." "Of course sir." After a moment or two J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice rang throughout every room in Descendant Tower, "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It is now 13 00 hours. I have been requested to inform you that class will begin in 15 minutes on floor L1. Attendance is mandatory. Those whom do not attend will have to answer to Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne." Phil clears his throat, "J.A.R.V.I.S..." The computer's voice adds in his announcement to the building, "Mr. Coulson would also like me to remind you that even the children of Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne are subject to equal punishment for not attending. Thank you."

Alfred made his way around Phil, removing his key from his lapel, sliding it into the deadbolt and unlocking the door. He stood there, holding open the door for Coulson. "Such a late start today?" Phil laughed slightly while walking into the room, turning on the lights. "Well they aren't going to be happy about today's assignment. I figured I'd at least let them sleep in before they decided to hate me for the day," Phil smiled towards Alfred. He then walked up to the desk at the front of the room, setting down his files as Alfred enters after him asking, "May I ask what is on the agenda today?" Phil double checks his papers before replying, "Exercise 23."

Alred glanced over his shoulder at Phil, "I assume I'll be needing the crate?" Coulson chuckled as he took a seat at the front of the room. "I told you they weren't going to like us today Al."




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D E A D P O O L
T H E 0 M O U T H


H E X C O D E
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Deadpool suit, top portion hanging on hips, black sports bra & Ray Bans


Wren never did sleep like everyone else did. The last time she remembers actually sleeping she was probably a teen and still adjusting to her strange abilities. But for years her stamina has made it nearly impossible for her to get tired enough to need sleep. So while everyone else usually slept she would wonder around Descendant Tower, read books or find something else to occupy her time. If one of her classmates saw her during that time that'd probably have a heart attack because she usually is silent... Sometimes. Ok well she talks to herself on occasion but that's not her fault she'd mentally unstable.

That evening she spent her solitary time reading Homer's the Iliad. Light reading right? Having as much free time as Wren had she had plenty of time to read books, and she didn't believe in reading the same book twice. She hadn't realized how much time had passed or how engrossed she was in the book until she heard J.A.R.V.I.S.'s announcement. Wren looked over at the clock on her wall, "1 o'clock already? Jesus Homer... Stop being so needy I have places to go." She slid a book mark into the novel, slightly frustrated that she was so close to the end and had to stop. "We will continue later Homes." She sets the book down on the window seat and walks over to the closet that is her bedroom in club of a penthouse.

Wren grabbed her suit that her father gave her from the closet and tossed it onto the bed. It wasn't always her favorite thing to wear but in this place, curve balls were thrown at them when they least expected it, and she'd hate to be caught off guard in jeans. Have you ever tried to kick ass in skinny jeans? Not that easy. But that didn't mean she wouldn't make the suit her own when she wore it. Wren wiggled into her suit, but only wore the pant portion leaving the top half to dangle from her waist like many people wear their overalls, her utility belt holding it up. Deciding to keep it simple she only wore a black sports bra as a top, not really giving a rat's ass what anyone would say. Wren definitely wasn't one to wear the cliche mask unless she went out in public, so she just tucked it away in her belt.

As she made her way towards the elevator, she grabbed her ipod and sunglasses from the table near the doors, then pressed the down button. While waiting Wren put on her Ray Bans, and put in her ear buds, pressing shuffle. The elevator opened as the song Chandelier by Sia begins to blast in her ears. She enters the elevator, pressing L1 before she begins to go down. As she slowly makes her descension, Wren begins to bounce around and dance to the music.

The doors open up to the main hall that leads down the center of floor L1. Once the doors were open completely, she slides out into the corridor like Tom Cruise belting out the lyrics to the song, "I'M GONNA SWINGGGGGG FROM THE CHANDELIERRRR!!!! FROM THE CHANDELIERRRRRR!!" Wren bobs her head, twirling and strutting down the long hallway not caring who sees her. "Help me, I'm holding on for dear life. Won't look down, won't open my eyes. Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight, On for tonight, On for tonigh-" Just as she reaches Alfred who's standing outside the classroom, she freezes mid-step, mid-song and mid-dance when she sees the crate sitting on the ground before him.

Wren pulls her earbuds out, "Al... please tell me you're just pulling a prank on me?" Alfred sent an apologetic smile towards her as he outstretches his right hand towards her. "I'm afraid not Miss Wilson... All weapons please." She rolled her eyes, scoffing slightly as she grabs the pair of pistols from her thigh holsters, setting it in Al's hand. He set the gun in the crate, then looked back towards her. "What!?" Al cleared his throat, motioning for her to hand over more. "Oh for fucks sake!" She reaches behind her back grabbing the pistol that was tucked into the back of her pants, setting it in his hand. She then bends over pulling 2 bowie knives that were tucked into her boots. Wren then holds out her hands before rotating in a circle so he can look her over. "Did I pass the inspection?" Al managed a soft chuckle before extending his hand once more, "Phone too miss." She growled, squinting her eyes as she set her phone in his palm. "You're lucky I like you pops."

Now that she was completely stripped of every comfort she had on her other than her clothing, Wren made her way into the classroom. She didn't hesitate to walk right up to the front row center, spinning a chair around so she could sit on it backwards, straddling the back. "You know, if we wanted to kill each other we would've already."




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R I D D L E R
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H E X C O D E
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Black slacks, spats, black silk shirt with green question mark pattern, green suspenders & green bolder hat


Enzo, unlike most of his classmates, had his shit together for lack of a better term. He knew when class was before the bogus announcement from J.A.R.V.I.S. He was sure at that moment many of them would be stumbling out of bed and rushing to get ready and get to class in time. The thought made him chuckle as he finished shaving his face, then rinsed his face with water from the sink. Enzo looked back up at his reflection as his ran his wet hands back through his hair, slicking it back as he walked back out to his bedroom. Making his way over to his bed, he pushed his suspenders off of his shirtless torso letting them to fall to a rest on either side of his legs. He grabbed the black silk shirt covered with the green question marks, slipping his arms into the sleeves before he began to button it.

Enzo always enjoyed playing with the stereotype his father started behind the Riddler persona, taking pride in dressing similarly to how his dad used to. He always dressed in formal wear so it wasn't much different except everything he owned was either green, black or purple and almost always had a question mark on it somewhere. After all, he is the Riddler right? When his shirt was buttoned, he tucked it into his slacks, then tugged his suspenders back up. Tucking his cane under his left arm, he made his way towards the elevator. Enzo pressed the down button before reaching over and grabbing the green bolder hat that hung on the coat rack. And for his own amusement he flipped it up in the air, catching it perfectly atop his head just before the doors opened.

Patiently, Enzo road the elevator down the many floors towards level L1, resting his hands on his cane that he had standing before him. As the doors slid open he slowly made his way down the long corridor. The only sound to be heard was the clicking of his dress shoes on the tile and the tapping of the cane's base in sync with his stride. Upon reaching the class room he saw Al waiting. Enzo raised a suggestive brow before rolling his eyes. He didn't need to wait until Al extended his hand towards him to know what he wanted. Reluctantly, he held out his golden question mark cane. "Not a scratch Al."

After forfeiting his weapon Enzo entered the classroom, seeing the rather enthusiastic Wren sitting up front, seemingly bothering Phil. No doubt she was complaining about the restrictions to firearms and weapons in the classroom that day. Luckily for him, she was too preoccupied to notice his entrance and he'd rather keep it that way. So as quietly as he could, he slipped into a chair towards the back of the room. He then leaned back in his chair, crossing his feet and entangling his fingers in his lap patiently.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Maximillian Stark Character Portrait: Joker Junior Character Portrait: Kid Arachnid/Anansi Morales Character Portrait: Ethan Drake Character Portrait: Kamaria Munroe Character Portrait: Gambit/Renee LeBeau Character Portrait: Elizabeth Grey Character Portrait: Phil Coulson Character Portrait: Adrienne Strange Character Portrait: Kamaria Wakandas

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If you die in there Anansi, I’ll rip him apart in ways even he can’t find funny. Liz swore mentally though their connection, though her eyes were fixed on the clown. The reassurance had been for Anansi’s benefit, but she made sure Jr. could hear it too. Liz was not as inherently hostile toward their resident joker as Anansi. The two had a grudging respect for the other’s capabilities, and while Liz would never call him a friend, there was a kind of secret appeal to sparing with someone no holds. Occasionally, their little game could even be entertaining, but if even one trigger happy finger was directed threateningly toward Anansi, Liz had no qualms practicing her telekinesis on Jr. Contorting him into a human pretzel was an art he might even appreciate.

As her companions began to move off toward their own partners, Liz directed her attention to her own unfortunate match up. There certainly were weaker or more volatile partners she might have been matched with, but Adrienne Strange had a way of getting under her skin. For some people, it would never matter that Liz craved the feeling of quiet in her own mind that most sane people took for granted, and it certainly didn’t matter that Liz almost never had the motivation or desire to dig through someone’s head past the surface thoughts she could never fully drown out. To them, the mere fact that she could do it was enough to make them cringe away from her, and it was a feeling she loathed. People with secrets, or even just an intense sense of privacy, would always resent her for something she hadn’t done or couldn’t control.

Even in those years she’d spent at her lowest, a mere shadow of herself within her own home, guarded eyes had followed her steps. And Scott Summers had so many secrets. His affair with Emma was one, shameful and partially known, except just how long it had gone on. Then there was the hypocritical resentment he felt toward Jean for the affair she’d had with Logan. Jean knew of course, at least partially, but then her shield were so much better than that of the younger budding telepath in his house, and mind reading was bad for a marriage. Whether purposely overlooked, or willfully ignored, the sheer depth of his bitterness was a subject locked tightly away. But of all those secrets, the one Scott Summers had always been the most afraid Liz would uncover, the one he knew Jean would never forgive him for, was that he wished she had died. Liz had been conceived, carried to term, and born while Jean was in the Phoenix state. No one had known if a human baby could even survive through that process, and Scott Summers had hoped, prayed even, that she wouldn’t. A part of him had always known, even then, that he wasn’t the forgiving type. Living with a constant reminder what Jean had done would make doing so impossible, but Scott couldn’t live without Jean. Liz always found it ironic that the only reason she knew any of that, was because he spent so much time worrying she’d see it within his mind in the first place.

I’ll meet you on our floor. Liz spoke in Adrienne’s mind as she headed for the door. The threat of being banned from the dance didn’t really faze Liz, but Anansi would want to go, date or not, and wouldn’t like it if all her friends weren’t there. Because of that, she wanted this exercise to go off without a hitch. And try not to cringe. We don’t know what we’ll be facing in there. Telepathic communication may be a vital advantage.

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As far as graceful recoveries were concerned, Cree had managed better. Clinging to a chair like some chick with aviophobia before practically leaping away in front of a boy whose freckles she’d spent a bit too much time fantasizing about, only served to magnify her embarrassment. Ethan’s friendly concern was sweet, but didn’t do much to disguise the reddening of her cheeks, especially since it clashed with her hair.

He got up from his chair as she hit the floor, he moved over to her, clearing over-reacting about the current situation, "Are you alright, Cree?"

”Me? Yeah, fine, downright peachy! Utterly unbothered by…spontaneous lack of gravity…so cool…” Cree trailed off, eyes locking with Ethan’s. Would he be offended if I told him he had puppy dog eyes? That’s usually a compliment right? They’re all cute and brown and totally innocent looking. Honestly, who hates dogs, it’s totally a compliment!

Cree was luckily spared from uttering said compliment as Coulson detailed what their assignment was going to be for the day. Save the civilian was hardly an original training premise, but it was a classic. What really got her attention though, was Coulson’s banning of even her most basic tech, which meant she was going in totally blind. It was a situation she hardly found fair, and she pouted all the way through stripping off her gauntlets and taking out her contacts. At the mention of a dance however, Cree perked up, eyes straying to the closest Drake twin in his very casual duds. It was a pleasant thought for after class though, as the groups were announced and the crowd began to thin. Cree waved bye to Ethan and wished Max good luck, especially as they found themselves in roughly the same boat, before moving toward her teammates. As a rare group of three, there was a tactical advantage the Cree intended to capitalize on. Part of her wondered though, if that meant their course would be more challenging than average. Cree supposed they’d soon find out.

“Interesting match up here huh? You guys are both mutants, so that’s a plus. For sure, that’ll be good for any heavy lifting if there’s a combat element involved. I’ve been effectively neutered on that end, but I’m guessing if they threw me in the mix there’s likely to be some kind of tech based component. Any thoughts?” Cree asked immediately as she approached her teammates.