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Gregory 'Ghost' Reach

"Just being honest."

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a character in “Boot Camp for Heroes”, as played by lizardheartstring

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{ "I may be intangible, but I'm not invisible." }




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Full Name
Gregory Matthew Reach

Nickname
Family calls him 'Greg', but friends and enemies alike know him as 'Ghost'.

Gender
Male

Age
23

Orientation
Heterosexual

Role
Camper





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Quirks
▪ Smokes when he's stressed.
▪ Whistles whenever he's by himself.
▪ Twirls a pen like a baton when he's not using it to write.
▪ Brushes his fingers through his beard while thinking heavily.
▪ Sometimes stands in a military position.
▪ Although he's not a schizophrenic, he occasionally talks to himself as if someone is there. However, he seems to do this when he thinks he is alone...

Hobbies
Ghost isn't really a man of many hobbies. He does, however, consider driving a hobby, as he occasionally lets go of his preoccupations and just loses himself while steering through a rugged dirt road. It keeps his mind off of any stressful situation he's going through. Besides that, he plays acoustic guitar and lifts weights, but he doesn't really brag about those two skills.

Strengths
⚘ Ghost is strong - he is able to lift heavy objects and has a considerable amount of endurance. ⚘
⚘ Great marksman and unusually proficient in combat. ⚘
⚘ Good at lying, although he rarely does it. ⚘

Weaknesses
⚘ Blunt and intimidating - not the type to make friends easily. ⚘
⚘ He is deaf in his left year, so if someone were to sneak up behind him, he wouldn't hear them. ⚘
⚘ Ghost can be overprotective of loved ones to the point where he'll step in for them instead of letting them take care of things themselves. This is both a curse and a blessing, as he may be able to save them in the end, but he'll become a victim in the process. ⚘
⚘ Using his powers excessively can leave him in a weak, vulnerable state. ⚘

Fears
ø Losing loved ones ø
ø Death ø
ø Being poisoned ø

Power
Phasing (Intangibility) - As if he were a ghost himself, Greg is able to phase through any kind of solid or liquid matter. This means that he is able to pass through walls, he is invulnerable to bullets, he can walk on water, and can even run through a person when moving a fast enough speed. When he does pass through a person, they are often left in a stunned state for a short period of time. Ghost is able to use his power continuously for a minimum of thirty seconds. After that, he'll start to drain his own energy. He is not able to phase through anything other than a solid or liquid, such as air, fire, or gas. He thinks he might be able to pass through those things in time if he just keeps practicing and gets stronger.




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Personality

{| Cold | Taciturn | Mysterious | Honest | Cynical | Protective |}


Greg Reach is one of those guys people tend to stay away from even though they don't have a reason to. He's not an enemy, and he's certainly not a threat - he's just an honest man on an unclear mission. Even to strangers, it's evident that Ghost is focused and hard-working. With an unbreakable determination, it's hard to beat him at something he sets his mind to. Intelligent and slightly cunning, he's a huge asset to any team. Being intimidating, it's kind of unwise to provoke him. He may be gruff while he's melancholy, but he's even more terrifying in a pissed-off mood. That being said, Ghost isn't always cold. He can be happy, generous, and even humorous when with friends and family, even though he's not one to laugh anything louder than a chuckle. He's taciturn. He has always been taciturn. It's with good company that he'll actually talk.

Ghost has never really been good at making friends. Again, he is a quiet individual, and usually keeps to himself. He has trust issues as well. He's cynical towards people who open to him early on, and he's especially wary of those who try to get him to open up. He plays relationships on a one-way street; he'll let you tell stuff about yourself to him, but he won't tell anything about himself to you.

When it comes down to his flaws, he has plenty. Ghost is slightly stubborn, and won't let something go if he wants to see it finished. He's unforgiving as well, as he believes that people can never change, especially exceedingly wicked or dark individuals. It's obvious that he's blunt, so it comes to no surprise that he speaks whatever's on his mind. Honesty isn't always something that people want to hear, and so Ghost is often reprimanded for being candid and telling the truth. He can also be a stickler at times, as he's serious and isn't one to break the rules so easily. That being said, he can kill the fun in an instant.

Despite his flaws, Ghost really is a genuinely good man with a heart of gold. He may not be one to fix your problems, but he'll listen to them with open ears. When it comes down to it, he'll have your back no matter what the cost if he really cares about you.



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Theme Song
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Shake me down,
Not a lot of people left around,
Who knows now,
Softly laying on the ground, ooooh
Not a lot people left around, ooooh. ooooh

In my life, I have seen,
People walk into the sea,
Just to find memories,
Plagued by constant misery,
Their eyes cast down,
Fixed upon the ground,
Their eyes cast down

I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun

Shake me down,
Cut my hair on a silver cloud,
Broken sound,
Softly laying on the ground, ooooh
Not a lot people left around, ooooh, ooooh

In my past, bittersweet,
There's no love between the sheets,
Taste the blood, broken dreams,
Lonely times indeed,
With eyes cast down,
Fixed upon the ground,
Eyes cast down

I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun

Turn back now its time for me to let go,
Way down had to find a place to lay low,
Lampshade turned around into a light post

Walk around the corner,
Never saw it coming still,
I try to make a move,
It almost stopped me from belief,
I don't wanna know the future,
But I'm like rolling thunder,

Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,
Even on a cloudy day,

I'll keep my eyes fixed on the-
I'll keep my eyes fixed on the-
I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun

Shake me down,
Not a lot of people left around, ooooh, ooooh

So begins...

Gregory 'Ghost' Reach's Story

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Character Portrait: Patricia Amelia Carmichael Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Finnian Andrius Carmichael Character Portrait: Arabella Esstence Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer
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Amira ‘Red’ Devaroh
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Amira was up by 5:35 am. Meditation passed the half an hour or so she had to kill. Even though she had been at camp for several years she did not leave the cabin until 6:00 am on the dot. Better to not piss off Jeremiah on the first day back. Dressed in black shorts, a white tank, and grey running shoes with her hair pulled up she headed out on her morning jog. She had been cutting out this path in the woods for three years now. She knew where every fallen log, every rocky ledge, and every vine infested part of the trail was. She could almost run her path with her eyes closed. She took deep even breaths as she picked up her pace, sweat beading on her forehead. She spotted her old cedar tree with a slight indent in the middle and grinned. This is where her trail got fun. About a year and a half back she had started picking up parkour...and now she incorporated it into her run every morning. She ran up the tree, using her momentum she pushed off the center indent and grabbed a branch, swung around twice Olympic style and landed on another branch. She felt it bow under her weight and sighed.

"Couldn't have gained that much..." She grumbled to herself as she shot forward jumping for another branch, then swinging from another. She loved her morning run and was fairly proud of her athletic abilities. After a half an hour of branch bouncing she landed lightly on the ground and continued on her run.

Amira only stopped her run for one thing, the relatively large creek a little further than halfway through her run. She paused long enough to wash herself down in the stream, braid her hair and catch her breath....and then she was off again. When she got to the end of her route, at the edge of camp, she started her cool down stretches.

Checking her watch she smiled. It was only 7:00 am. A new record for her.

Amira spotted Jeremiah and waved but didn't bother trying to make conversation. He was busy and she wasn't much of a talker in the morning...in her opinion, it would be a perfect world if everyone only hugged and drank coffee before 10:00 am.

Amira finished her stretches and went to her cabin. She changed into a black Godsmack v neck tee, a pair of skinny jeans and her wedge boots and headed to the kitchen. She liked to help out in making the food when she could.

"Hey guys" She called to the staff. She got a warm welcome back of hugs and pats on the back before she started making breakfast with the rest of the staff.

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Character Portrait: Patricia Amelia Carmichael Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Victor Artoras Character Portrait: Amira 'Red' Devaroh
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Victor Artoras
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Every night it was the same dream; he was already well into the vault, sticking to the shadows and minding his cover. Just ahead of him was the briefcase with the codes, the only reason he was this far into the job in this god forsaken desert facility. He just had to cross the ten feet ahead of him, grab the case, and jump out and into the night. He'd be paid, whatever plan the crazy cape he got the job from would be able to be put into motion, and the suits would be the ones to sort it out. That's when the world around him exploded into light and sound, and he woke up. Every night, Victor had to relive the last time he'd failed, and every morning he woke up in a cold sweat, swearing quietly and forcing himself to calm down. His phone buzzed it's own staccato rhythm next to his head in an attempt to rouse him before it got too bright outside, the clock flashing at him the time. "Christ, it's 6:45. Fifteen minutes this damn thing has been going off, and I've been off in my own psyche trying for that damn briefcase. I suppose I ought to get out of bed and get actually dressed." Victor thought idly, tapping out a pattern on the face of his phone and sitting up.

He rose from his bed in the center of the room, glancing around at the bunks without really seeing anything, and got dressed. Victor stared at his bed for a bit longer than necessary, debating making the bed before deciding it wasn't really worth it, and grabbed his essentials from his pack: wallet, sunglasses, lighter, and a fresh pack of cigarettes. Turning sharply on his heel and putting the sunglasses over his eyes, Victor stepped into a dark corner of the cabin and emerged just outside the bathroom on the other side of the camp, lighting a cigarette and taking a few puffs off of it. He stepped inside and took a long look at himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair and fussing with the collar of his jacket. Satisfied, Victor stepped out of the bathroom, into the darkened spot he emerged from, and out of a similarly dark area just outside of the cafeteria. He walked over to a picnic table somewhat in the shade and sat down, staring out across the camp blankly, not really registering anyone or anything moving across his field of view.

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“Well, what can I say?" Ross replied in the same joking manner, "I am naturally talented at making an entrance.”
Kitty snorted. "Suuuure. It's okay Ross. I'm so clumsy, I trip up the stairs half the time."
She took another sip of coffee, brushing thick pieces of messy hair away from her face. With every drop of coffee that entered through her lips, Kitty became more alert and awake.

She couldn't help but notice how big Ross's thumbs were as he used them to peel his orange. “So, how has your morning been? Has it been as . . . entertaining as mine?” he asked. She scrunched her nose and lips together, thinking of something witty to say, but coming up with nothing.
"Meh...not really. Mostly spent the morning skipping stones in the creek. I did see a duck, though." She took a bite out of her muffin, and gazed around, watching everyone eat. Out of all the people in the camp, she enjoyed talking to Ross the most. He wasn't the strongest, or the most physically fit, or the most determined. That's why she liked him. He wasn't a perfectionist - he was laid-back, and relatable. Perhaps the most realistic out of all of the people in the small camp.

She sighed, "So I don't know about you, Ross, but I heard that today we're doing combat training, and I'm really nervous." Kitty took another bite of her muffin, and started to talk while chewing, "In America, I'm what you would call a fat ass, so I'm probably gonna get whooped by these super athletic people." She swallowed, and then continued, "Plus, I don't think blowing wind in people's faces is going to do anything to anyone. I mean, you can fire freaking lazers, and fighting Amira over there would be like trying to beat a red-haired clone of yourself..."

Kitty started to think to herself. Maybe she didn't quite know how to properly throw a punch, but she was somewhat flexible. She could do a backflip, and was able to balance herself on a tightrope, thanks to her mother. (Who had used her own wind powers to perform in the circus during her childhood.) Still, wind manipulation wasn't considered to be as powerful as some of the other powers the other campers and mentors possessed...

Suddenly, Kitty's eyes widened in horror as a disembodied arm appeared on the wall next to her. "AAAAH!" she yelped, placing a hand on Ross's chair as she toppled backwards in fear. She watched closely as the arm passed through the wall. Suddenly, she caught the gaze of a man with silver-white hair, and a natural-looking scowl plastered upon his face.




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The man did not look back at the girl in front of him. Instead, he continued on his way, giving an other-worldy expression as though he were following some sort of predetermined path.

He grabbed a paper cup, poured himself some coffee, and then slowly turned. He walked past the rest of the food, as he was not intending on eating any breakfast. Instead, he phased through the wall nearest to him, just like he had done before. He was sure that the campers, as well as the mentors, would not mind his absence from the cafeteria. In fact, he was sure that some of them would take relief in the fact that he wasn't present at all.

Once outside, Gregory Reach made his way over to the creek, where he had spent the morning whittling away at a block of wood. Whittling was something Greg had always been interested in, but had never made an attempt to do in the past. A close friend had recommended it to him, as they told him it would relieve the ever-present stress he was constantly feeling. Everyone had their crosses to bear, and Greg treated his cross like it was the heaviest object in the world. Wood-carving did in fact help to diminish his mind-numbing stress, but that still wouldn't stop him from smoking whenever he felt like it.

Using his powers, Greg walked over the waters of the creek as though the creek itself were a flat surface. On the other side, he sat under the shade of a tree, and swigged his coffee down with a few long sips. Once finished, he produced a box of cigarettes, took one out, and started to light it. He sat there, blowing out the smoke from his mouth. It was the first time in a long time where he was able to carefully watch life pass by him. For a few good seconds, his mind was at something close to peace. And then all the memories came flooding back, and Greg was simply staring at nothing but a winding creek once again.

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Amira ‘Red’ Devaroh
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"Oh really? Embarrassed? You mean like you've been every time I beat you in the past years?" Jeremiah grinned at her, giving a light laugh. "You may be incredibly skilled, Amira, but I have been in the field for 10 years, and I know every trick in the book. Age gives me an advantage. I'm not so old that I am over my physical peak." Jeremiah countered. Amira smiled at him as he put his plate of food down. "But then again, we will have to see what your solo training has done for you, won't we?" Jeremiah gave her a teasing smirk.

Butterflied burst into her tummy but Amira immediately squished them.

‘none of that’ she chastised herself as she downed the last of her coffee.

“Guess I’m either a glutton for punishment….or I’ve secretly become a badass ninja…you’ll just have to wait and see.” Amira said with a smirk and a giggle as she stood and stretched.

“So I don't know about you, Ross, but I heard that today we're doing combat training, and I'm really nervous.…Amira over there would be like trying to beat a red-haired clone of yourself..." Amira heard snatches of conversation coming from the girl, Kitty, and Ross. Amira grinned. So her reputation preceded her. She felt a little bad that the girl was nervous. In all honesty Amira rarely used her powers in hand to hand because it usually cause her more trouble than not. Just because she could copy the power didn’t always mean she knew how to use them properly….and that could be dangerous.

“Practice makes perfect…trust me, I’ve gotten my butt whooped more often than not…just keep practicing...and don’t let the losses get to you.” She called over to Kitty, trying to encourage her. Just then she heard the girl yell. Amira watched as Gregory entered and exited the cafeteria without a word.

“He really needs to lighten up…” Amira said with a shake of her head. She knew what it meant to have burdens, and knew she was in no position to judge considering the shape she was in when she first came here ….and she only hoped Gregory would open up like she had. Then again she had had Jeremiah to help her cope…maybe she could help him like Jeremiah had helped her….

“Hey Jeremiah ill meet you at practice…I’m going to go check on Greg…he always seems to have so much on his mind…Maybe he just needs a shoulder?” She murmured as she started across the room. She turned back and grinned at him.

“Don’t worry I’ll be there on time to kick your butt” she said with a flip of her bright red hair and a wink of her storm grey eyes.
She started on the path she knew he had taken because she used to take the same path to the creek. It only took her a few minutes to spot him on the other side. He was staring off into space. Amira put her hands in her pockets and leaned against a tree. She just watched him for a moment.

“You okay?” she called as she stood on the edge of the bank.

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Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Noah Clarke Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Jeremiah Wells Character Portrait: Victor Artoras
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Victor Artoras
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Victor took one last long drag off his cigarette, burning it down to the filter before stubbing it out on the picnic table and tossing the butt into a trashcan. He saw people enter the cafeteria, but only saw one of his campers. "I guess Trish is still asleep. Jace wakes up at the crack of dawn so she probably already went in there. Hm. Ghost is probably off doing his own thing again. That's none of my business." Victor mused, rising from the table and strolling back towards the darkened spot. He emerged from a similar spot inside the cafeteria and immediately made a beeline towards the food, getting a plateful of everything except the eggs and a cup of coffee. Victor glanced around curiously for Jace before deciding to sit near Jeremiah.

Once he sat down, Victor immediately began wolfing down the various meats and other breakfasty items on his plate with occasional pauses to drink from his coffee. "So, dude, do I really have to take my campers down for combat training? It'd be damn embarrassing for them to see me get picked up and thrown around like a rag doll man. I mean, come on; I've got no straight up hand-to-hand skill. It's all cloak and daggers and setting other people up to fail before they even get in the ring. You know that more than anyone else." Victor said between mouthfuls, jabbing his fork in Jeremiah's direction. "I guess pretty much all of my campers have a good amount of combat skill, and it's just me that has to skulk around and wait till things are unfair for the other person, but come on man. I'm all about mobility, not punching a dude's skeleton out of his body." Victor continued, taking a few gulps of his coffee and gathering up the last of his food with his fork when he finished. He knew he would probably end up taking his campers down to the ring anyway, but he enjoyed complaining and giving Jeremiah a bit of a hard time was one of his few antagonistic pleasures since he switched from a life of crime to whatever it was he could be said to be doing now.

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I did see a duck though.” Kitty replied while eating her muffin, "Plus, I don't think blowing wind in people's faces is going to do anything to anyone. I mean, you can fire freaking lazers, and fighting Amira over there would be like trying to beat a red-haired clone of yourself..."

Well, it takes a lot from me to shoot lazers. I tend to stick with doing low energy tricks.” he said sucking an orange slice into his mouth, looking over to Amira A clone? That would be something to see.

His thinking was broken by Kitty’s yell. With a tug on the back of his chair Ross stomped his feet to the ground with his left hand on the seat steadying the chair and his right grabbed hold of Kitty’s forearm that was a hold of his chair to help her catch herself if she fell. It was only Greg, he phased through the wall and headed straight for the food.”Y'know, He knows how to make an entrance,” He joked, realizing he was still holding her arm he let go, eating another orange slice. “Hey, now you can say your morning was entertaining.” he smirked relaxing back into his seat.

Ross started thinking about combat training, it was good that’s what they would be starting with even though he wasn't that good with hand to hand combat, It also didn't help any that his powers are best used at long range. When he sleeps his power tends to build up and he could feel the energy pulsing through him, of course it was nowhere near as when he had the accident, but it was nothing to ignore, the constant fear was always sitting in the back of his head.

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“Guess I’m either a glutton for punishment….or I've secretly become a bad ass ninja…you’ll just have to wait and see.” Amira said to him with a smirk and a giggle. Jeremiah rolled his eyes, knowing that she couldn't have improved so much that she could beat him, but her confidence was nice. He watched at Kitty and Amira spoke and watched as Gregory entered the scene.

“He really needs to lighten up…” Jeremiah turned to look at Amira, only to see her shake her head. He sighed, remembering other campers, like Amira, who came in just as he did. Distant and cold. Having powers can feel more of a burden than a gift, and Jeremiah knew that more than anyone. "He's just had a tough time, Amira...He'll come around."

“Hey Jeremiah I'll meet you at practice… I’m going to go check on Greg… he always seems to have so much on his mind…Maybe he just needs a shoulder?” She murmured as she started across the room. She turned back and grinned at him. Jeremiah nodded. He was going to do the same, but it's better if someone his age talked to him. “Don’t worry I’ll be there on time to kick your butt” she said with a flip of her bright red hair and a wink of her storm grey eyes. Jeremiah couldn't help but laugh.

He took in a deep breath as Victor walked over and started eating. CHe raised an eyebrow, watching him eat. "So, dude, do I really have to take my campers down for combat training? It'd be damn embarrassing for them to see me get picked up and thrown around like a rag doll man. I mean, come on; I've got no straight up hand-to-hand skill. It's all cloak and daggers and setting other people up to fail before they even get in the ring. You know that more than anyone else." Victor said between mouthfuls, jabbing his fork in Jeremiah's direction. "I guess pretty much all of my campers have a good amount of combat skill, and it's just me that has to skulk around and wait till things are unfair for the other person, but come on man. I'm all about mobility, not punching a dude's skeleton out of his body."

Jeremiah tilted his head, "Victor, you're over estimating these kids. That and you don't team them my kind of combat skills, You have your own style, and show them that. These kids are mostly teleporters like you. And if they fight like me, send them to my group. If they get out of control? Call me over. I'm here to help everyone, not just the campers." He patted Victor's back gently.

He sometimes felt bad for having beaten Victor as bad as he did. Jeremiah does not tolerate any criminal activity, and Victor was just on the wrong side of the law. Considering Victor's crimes were not as awful as other's maybe Jeremiah should have toned down the beating, but he can't go back in time to change that.

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His concentration was broken by the silhouette of a girl in the shadows. Upon further inspection, Greg noticed that her hair was an unnatural shade of red, and she was casually leaning against a tree, her hands in her jean pockets. Even more, the girl's eyes were intensely staring in his direction. Clearly, she was watching him.

Greg hadn't bothered to learn her name, but he had seen her face around the camp many times before. In fact, this redhead, whoever she was, seemed to be everywhere. Obviously she had the spirit of the camp that Greg lacked. Either that, or she just liked to make her presence known. She was definitely doing that right now what with staring at him while he was just drinking his morning coffee and puffing away at a cigarette.

Eyes glaring back at hers, he blew gray smoke from out of his mouth, and straightened his posture. "Can I help you, miss?" he asked. His gruff voice sounded polite, yet slightly annoyed.
“You okay?” she called out. Greg was somewhat taken aback by this. Of all the things she could have said, she asked him if he was okay.
He put the cigarette back in his mouth, and puffed on it for a few seconds. "Dandy," he replied with slight sarcasm, "Better than I've felt in recent years."

Greg wasn't really in the mood to have a full-blown conversation with this girl, so he decided it was best to get her to move somewhere else. "Can you do me a favor?" he asked, "How 'bout you go tell Victor...or even Jeremiah that I'll meet up with everyone once combat lessons start." He furrowed his eyebrows, "Can you do that, please?"




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Before Gregory Reach (or 'Ghost', as some people called him,) had appeared through the wall in front of Kitty, both Amira and Ross had talked to her about the combat training they would be experiencing later on.

“Practice makes perfect…trust me," Amira said, "I’ve gotten my butt whooped more often than not…just keep practicing...and don’t let the losses get to you.” With wide eyes and blushing red cheeks, Kitty nodded. It was nice of Amira to give encouragement and advice. After all, she seemed the type to have a lot of experience with combat. Still, Kitty had not intended for Amira to hear what she had said about her, and felt lucky that she hadn't said anything disrespectful.

Ross had then made a comment about how he tended to stick to tricks that used low energy instead of high energy. Kitty wasn't sure how that translated to her wind manipulation, but she nodded nontheless. After she had yelled in fear, Ross grabbed unto her forearm, steadying her in case she fell. Fortunately, she didn't, and so the young woman straightened up her posture, and started to laugh.

”Y'know, He knows how to make an entrance,” Ross said.
"Mmmhmm. Definitely. Almost pissed myself."
“Hey, now you can say your morning was entertaining.”
He smirked, and she gave a small chuckle while sipping down the last of her coffee. "Sure thing, Ross."

Once she was finished her breakfast, Kitty brought her trash over to the garbage can, waving to Noah when she passed him. His power was telekinesis - a power that Kitty had wanted ever since she was a kid. Her power granted her the ability to lift things using gusts of wind, but not lift them with the same formality that telekinesis implied. Deciding that it was better to do something than nothing, she entered the kitchen, seeing if there was cleaning to be done. She found Jacelyn helping out, and decided that she would do the same. "Hey Jace," she said brightly,
"What's up?"

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Ross Reid

Ross nodded goodbye to Kitty and woofed down the rest of his orange, carefully grabbing up all the peels and throwing them out. Following his stomach he grabbed a bowl, filling nearly the whole thing with eggs and topping it off with bacon and sausage. Lastly he grabbed two pieces of toast and shoved them into his mouth seeing that his bowl was completely full. Grabbing a fork he hurriedly went back to his seat. He wolfed down the food in mere minutes and leaned back to let his food settle as he let out a sigh.

With a stretch he cracked his knuckles, getting up he threw away his trash and left the cafeteria. Amira had just stormed away from Greg. If she was trying to hide her irritation it certainly wasn't working but that wasn’t any of his business. Either way Greg didn’t seem like the type of person to like talking to people and Ross knew better than to try and talk to people that didn’t have any desire to have a conversation.

He cracked each of fingers and headed back to his cabin figuring if the day was going to get started he should change out of pajamas. Though they are comfortable they don’t have the stretch for physical activity. He’s gone threw three pairs already from accidental slips or a misstep. Once out of the pajamas and into some jeans he headed out to the field where the training would be happening. Or atleast, where he figured they would be training.
When he got out there he sat down leaning back on a tree to take a nap. "I’m sure they won’t be out for a little. Time to catch some Z’s".

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Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Kitty Fetzer Character Portrait: Jacelyn 'Jace' Wells Character Portrait: Victor Artoras Character Portrait: Amira 'Red' Devaroh Character Portrait:
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Greg stared at the girl for a moment, who looked as though she were about to punch a hole through the tree she had been leaning on. Electricity crackling in her eyes, she spoke in a furious tone that seemed to have come out of nowhere.

“Okay, first honey, rude. Very rude. Do I look like I’m wearing a cute little maid outfit?”
Honey? Greg raised a brow. He had asked for a favor, and she was yelling at him like he had insulted her. She gestured to herself in a way that made him freeze. Maybe she wasn't wearing a maid outfit, but she was wearing high-wedged boots - completely impractical to have on considering the fact that she was in the rough, rocky terrain known as the woods.
"Woah, woah...calm down..." he said, attempting to make her chill out, but her red hair only channeled a fiery temper as spoke.

“In case you can’t tell, the correct answer is no.” She took a deep breath, “I get that this whole power thing is tough….life as a general rule kinda sucks sometimes, let alone adding the freak moments that happen to us…."
Like the one that was happening now.
"...but you know what, shit happens. You want to pout like a little boy, that’s fine, but there is no need to be rude to someone who’s just trying to help.”

Help? Greg quickly rolled his eyes. It was funny, because she could have helped him if she hadn't gone on into an incoherent rampage. Clearly, she had taken his honesty as something else. She was just another person who couldn't handle his blunt nature, and he was not impacted by her superfluous rant in the slightest. Greg put the cigarette back in his mouth, and took the rest of her scolding with a fake smile. She thought she knew him, but she didn't know the half of him. He'd gone through the reprimands of people much worse than her.

“Oh and….piece of advice? Try and play nice once in a while little boy.”
And with that, Amira Devaroh stormed off with a cloud of dust trailing behind her black-wedged boots. Greg desperately hoped that she'd trip over a damn tree root or something on her way to wherever she was going.
"Thanks. Appreciate it, ginger!" he called out to her. What a great way to start his morning. Gregory Reach had made yet another enemy. He was starting to wonder if he should make a list.

He got up, reached his hand over to the water, and wet his long, blonde hair and forehead. The coolness of the creek washed over his burning anger, and he became somewhat stable again. He looked behind him into the forest as though he were expecting someone. Nobody was there, so he sat back down again. Cigarette still in hand, Greg looked down at is reflection in the water. Something similar to sorrow overcame him, and he slowly shook his head.

"Can't you see, kid," he murmured, "There's no reward in playing nice these days."




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Jace smiled widely at Kitty. "Good morning!" she said, her hands covered in soap, "I'm just helping my friends with the kitchen. Do you... want to help?" Taking the sponge that Jace held out to her, she gave the eighteen-year-old a toothy grin. "Of course."

With a spring in her step, Kitty made her way over to the sink, and started to scrub various plates and utensils. It was fun to watch the commotion in the cafeteria while washing everything. James Stone had entered the cafeteria, and Jeremiah had tried to pair him up with Noah, causing James to storm off in a sudden uproar. When this happened, Kitty looked back down towards the plate she had been vigorously scrubbing, not wanting to catch anyone's glances.

"Tell me honestly." Jace said, breaking the silence, "Don't lie to me. What do you think of my brother?"

Jace was staring at her dead in the eye. She froze for a moment, and then opened her mouth to say something.

"Well, I..."

Suddenly, Victor marched in. "Ah! There you are, Jace." he said, "Just droppin' this stuff off. Oh, by the way, I don't think we're gonna spar with Jer's campers. Doesn't seem too fair, pitting the mobility type people against the strength ones. 'Sides, I've never had a fair fight in my life, and odds ain't lookin' so good for the rest of 'em to be fair either."
He dropped his plate off to the side of the stack of dirty ones, and placed his fork down haphazardly with the rest of them. Then, he glanced towards Kitty, and gave her a small shrug in apology for barging in on her and Jace's conversation. Being the mellow person that she was, she flashed a well-intentioned half-smile towards Victor, showing him that there was no need to ask for forgiveness, as he hadn't interrupted anything of great importance. At least, not yet.

Assuming that the mentor would leave soon, she continued from where she had left off.
"Unfortunately," she began, "I don't think I've seen enough of him to give the most analyzed, correct opinion. Caidence is my mentor, and so I've never really gotten the chance to have a legitimate conversation with him..." She placed the last of the dishes on top of a stack she had formed, and began shooting jets of air at each of the plates and utensils, blowing them dry. "However, from what I've seen, I can tell that he cares about the welfare of those below him...as any good leader should."

She gave a gentle smile as she continued to work. "He's a vigilante...He is a vigilante, right?"she asked Jace, glancing at her for a brief second. "My mom being a crime-fighter herself, I know how busy and stressful it must be. Putting your life on the line every day to save people you don't even know..." She shook her head in amazement. Kitty was done drying the dishes and utensils, and was putting them back in the cabinets and drawers where they belonged. She froze for a second, looking somewhat dismal, but then subtly shrugged it off and carried on with what she was doing.

"The fact that your brother is taking the time out of his career to train people just like him is extremely generous...honorable, even..." she said, turning around to face the girl behind her, "So I guess because of that, it's safe to say that we need more Jeremiahs in this world."

She smiled at Jace for a few moments, and let the words she had said sink in. Finally, she walked over back to the sink, slapping her hands together and cracking her knuckles. "So, if we're done or when we're done, I think I'm going to go outside and do some tree-climbing. I have to practice for...combat..." Kitty sighed, suddenly feeling the butterflies she had suppressed flitting their way back into her stomach. "Would you like to come with me?" she asked Jace with a smile, "I heard you're not so bad at climbing trees, yourself!"

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Character Portrait: Gregory 'Ghost' Reach Character Portrait: Victor Artoras Character Portrait: Brennan Doyle Character Portrait: Amira 'Red' Devaroh Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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It was about that time where Greg was finally done smoking his cigarette and gazing out at the uneventful waters of the creek. Instinctively, he pushed the butt of his cancer stick into the dirt, putting it out, and then threw it behind him into the woods. He then stared down next to his legs, realizing that he still had a half-empty cup of coffee. Knowing that he'd have to get rid of it eventually, Greg decided to journey back down to the cafeteria. Perhaps he could find out what danger he'd be putting himself into today.

After walking over the creek once again, he spotted the redheaded girl standing by herself in the middle of an open grassy area. He stared at her for a moment, away from her eyesight. She stood there for about a minute, and then made her way towards the direction of the forest. Greg was confused as to why she was there, but after reading a bulletin board nearby, he could guess why.

The schedule said that they'd be having combat training today. The young man rolled his eyes; if there was one thing he wasn't in the mood to do, it was fight against amateur kids with little to no control over their powers. It's not that he was confident about winning. In fact, his mind didn't even think about winning any fights. Greg just didn't want to hurt anyone too badly. He understood the damage he was capable of dealing, and because of that, he knew he'd be a tough opponent. He hoped people would be able to catch up to him.

By the time he had reached the cafeteria, his cup of coffee had been emptied. "Excuse me," he said to the stoic Brennan Doyle, passing him in order to reach the garbage can. After disposing his paper cup, Greg found his mentor, Victor, stationed over by the kitchen. He approached him, his hands in his pockets while he sauntered over to his mentor's side.

"Victor," he said, "Can you explain the protocol for the combat training we are going to be receiving today? How exactly will it work? I just want to know who up going to be up against."

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"Eh? Oh! Right, training. I haven't fully figured out what exactly it is we'll be doing today, but I know we won't be going up against Jeremiah's campers if I can avoid it." Victor replied, somewhat surprised. He turned to face Greg, his brow furrowed as he thought about the day's training ahead of them. "Let's see; I was thinking maybe doing full contact, but more focused on positioning yourself in a fight than actually picking someone up and throwing them over your head. Strength isn't exactly in my deck of cards, but making sure the other guy throws his punches at nothing is, so that's probably what we'll be doing. Again, though, this isn't really a finalized plan or anything like that. I'll have something figured out by the time we start, I'm pretty sure." Victor spoke, tapping his chin thoughtfully with one hand as he did his self-patdown with the other. "Wallet, keys, lighter, cigarettes... Where's my phone? It's still in the cabin isn't it. Aw christ. Hope I didn't miss anything important." Victor thought, grimacing again as he hooked one thumb into his pocket.

Shaking his head, Victor raised an eyebrow towards Greg. "Y'know, I'm not too sure who'd be able to go toe-to-toe with you, Ghost. Jace is a teleporter, and I'm kind of one too, albeit a more limited and more experienced one. Trish is probably just out for the day entirely. I dunno who you'll end up sparring with. Probably me, unfortunately, unless we can find someone else you wanna punch for a bit. I'm sure we'll figure it out in time. Speaking of which," Victor continued, glancing up towards a clock on the wall. "I probably ought to go and try and get the ring set up to my satisfaction. I'll see you down there when it starts, I suppose. I've gotta get the little lean-to's set up so I at least have something to dive in and out of, seein' as my power requires it and all." Victor nodded, tapping the side of his head with two fingers of his spare hand. He turned sharply on his heel again and walked into a darkened corner of the kitchen, popping back out in the cabin to grab his phone. Satisfied now that all his possessions were on his person and the only thing he missed was a gibberish-filled text message from a former villain he still talked to, Victor set off from the cabin towards the grassy field used as a sparring ring.

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“Excuse me,” a male camper said to Brennan, passing him on his way into the cafeteria. At the very moment the camper passed him, Brennan could feel that he wasn’t a morning person. It seemed that the camper had a not-so-ideal morning, for spreading through every inch of Brennan was now a sense of certain gloom. It wasn’t that the other camper seemed to be extremely sad about something, but rather there was an indifference he had for the world around him that caused him to see little joy in it. ”What a great way to start off the morning,” Brennan thought to himself as that same indifference now possessed him. This indifference was tenfold because, even without feeling the camper’s emotions, Brennan was a fairly stoic and indifferent guy. Plus, the man’s slightly sarcastic personality was adding to Brennan’s own slightly sarcastic personality, which was, of course, just making Brennan’s morning sooooo much better.

Fortunately, this experience didn’t last. As soon as the man past by him, the feelings he had just conveyed through Brennan had quickly dissipated. It was only when Brennan chose to follow the camper that he began feeling those same feelings once again.

“Victor,” the camper said to another man, “Can you explain the protocol for the combat training we are going to be receiving today?”

“Perfect,” Brennan thought. This would be his chance to figure out what exactly was going to transpire during combat training.

Victor, whom Brennan assumed to be a mentor, looked back at the other man and said, “Eh? Oh! Right, training. I haven’t fully figured out what exactly it is we’ll be doing today, but I know we won’t be going up against Jeremiah’s campers if I can avoid it.”

“I guess that’s a good thing,” Brennan said in his head.

After Victor was done explaining the combat training to the camper (whose name Brennan learned to be Ghost), the mentor glanced up towards a clock, bid farewell, and suddenly disappeared into a wall. “Woah,” Brennan thought to himself. He was so impressed that he almost said his little mental exclamation out loud.

With the mentor gone and Brennan fairly informed about the details of the upcoming sparring session, he realized that the room Victor just left out of was the kitchen. Brennan stepped through the door, hoping there would be some left over food. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see any food. Instead, he saw a pair of campers just finishing the dishes, who Brennan suddenly realized were also just having a conversation. “Whoops,” Brennan thought silently, getting out of the way of the girl walking out of the kitchen. Since the food was gone and there seemed to be nothing left to do dishes-wise, Brennan thought he might as well wait to follow one of the campers who possibly knew their way around and would be making their way to the sparring field in a few minutes. Therefore, he waited outside the kitchen for the campers to start making their way out. Fortunately, for Brennan, the two campers in the kitchen both seemed to be in fairly good moods, and that put Brennan in a fairly good mood as well. Hopefully, it would counteract the feelings Brennan was receiving from Ghost. Otherwise, Brennan’s new combat tactic would be to kill people with his excess amount of sarcasm.