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Brenton Harrison

"Just a drop in the ocean."

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a character in “Legends of Haven”, as played by InakoUchiha

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| N A M E |
Brenton James Corrigan Harrison Jr.
| P O W E R |
Hydrokinesis
| A G E |
21
| G E N D E R |
Male
| A L L I A N C E |
League of Legends

β€œHe who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”
― Elbert Hubbard

Unwell~Fight Song~Chained to the Rhythym


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B A S I C S

this is my fight song, take back my life song

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[Nicknames]
Mute { Tolerates }
Waterboy { Ignores }
Frosty { Ignores }
Bren ( Tolerates/Prefers }
Brent { Ignores }
Jr. (Dislikes)

[Sexual Oritentation]
Homosexual
{ The sexual attraction to those of the same sex }

[Romantic Orientation]
Homoromantic
{ The romantic attraction to those of the same sex }

[Romantic Status]
Single

[Ethnicity]

Bren's ethnicity is rather confusing as he doesn't seem to look any of it. His mother is Italian and Cuban, and his father is Irish and German. He finds it comepletely odd that he really only looks Irish or American.

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P O W E R

prove i'm alright song, my power's turned on

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Bren can create, shape and manipulate water, an inorganic compound with liquid, gas (steam, water vapor), and solid (ice) states, including changing them from one state to other. This was an ability he was born with, as he was shown doing it when he was just a small toddler. Being able to manipulate water, allows him to manipulate the three states as well. Being able to manipulate ice, he can turn his ice into water or vice versa, and can also lower the temperature in the area due to the water vapor in the air. He can also manipulate mist or fog if need be.

[*]May be unable to create water, being limited to manipulating only from already existing sources.
[*]Distance, mass, precision, etc. depend upon of the knowledge, skill, and strength of the user, and their power's natural limits.
[*]Controlling and manipulating great bodies of water (ponds, lakes, seas, oceans) over an excessive period of time is exhausting.
[*]Susceptible to Electricity Manipulation.
[*]Can be opposed by Fire Manipulation, Magma Manipulation, or Ice Manipulation.
[*]Those with Sand Manipulation could use silicate particles to absorb the moisture from water.
[*]May not be effective against Oil Manipulation since oil is hydrophobic, meaning repelled from the water.


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A P P E R A N C E

starting right now i'll be strong

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People looking at Bren, who know his father, will immediately call him by his father's nicknames. This tends to irritate Bren, as he is NOT his father, he hopes he never becomes like him. He has dark black hair, that he keeps cut short, due to him not liking his hair in his face. Oddly, he styles it upwards to avoid his face, but if he doesn't it lays flat in his eyes. His eyes are like the ocean collided with a glacier, blues of various shades.

[Style]
Bren's style is more along the lines of technological geek. He never leaves his house without some sort of electronics, in fact, it's almost rare you will find him without his messenger bag. Bren is a stylish person when he wants to be, he can easily pull off something sophisticated. But normally you will find him in hoodies, and graphic tees. Since in spite of his possession of powers, he normally just seems to stay behind the lines and help them with computer things, like Oracle in Batman. He doesn't mind it.

[Height and Weight]
5'7 & 130lbs.

[Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars]
He does have a tattoo on his left shoulderblade
He has another tattoo on his left wrist

[Piercings]
He has no piercings, but when he was younger, he had his tongue and belly button pierced.

[Scent]
Oddly, Bren has a weird combination of scents. He naturally smells like the ocean, but when he puts on his Vanilla perfume, it makes it smell like sea-salt icecream. People find it completely, but Bren enjoys it, as it's his own scent and nobody can match.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

i'll play my fight song, and i don't really care if anybody else believes

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❃timid❃anxious❃selective mute❃caring❃motherly❃easily intimidated❃hopeless romantic❃unique

[Likes]
Bren loves anything to do with the ocean or water. He enjoys surfing and watching sea animals. He just, due to his powers, has a really strong relation to the water. Before his father's abuse, he was an avid swimmer and often competed in front of crowds with a flawless effort. He loves people who are kind, and willing to help anyone. He loves coffee, tea, anything that can give him energy in the morning. Sleeping in late is also very blessed for him. But his main love? Helping others. The only reason he's support, is because he defend others with his power without hurting them. And it makes him at ease.

[Dislikes]
Bren dislikes a lot of things, one thing being bullies. The only reason he is a "hero" is because he hates those who cause harm to others for fun. The ones who do it because they're stronger, it irks him and can even cause him to lose his temper. His second most dislike is violence, in spite of his dream to become an actual front lines hero, he can't bring himself to hurt other people. He's more of a defensive person. He dislikes crowds, due to his social anxiety, so he can't really go out in public to very many places. He strongly dislikes coffee without creamer, he doesn't care about sugar, it's just creamer is essential. He also hates abusive people in general.

[Strengths and Weaknesses]

βœ” Brenton is extremely caring. He will defend anyone if they prove they deserve it.

βœ” Bren is a rather adept at being silent, due to him being a selective mute, he tends to be able to surprise others.

βœ” Bren is also a rather quick person, having a lean runner's body, he tends to escape people faster.

✘ He's timid, and easily over run.

✘ He will NEVER harm anyone.

✘ He may faint at the sight of blood.

[Oddities and Flaws]

βœ” He's a selective mute, meaning due to his past, he prefers being silent rather than talking to others.

βœ” He has Social Anxiety disorder, and tends to get really nervous

✘ He's too caring, and will sacrifice his own life for others.

✘ He can't physically bring himself to harm anyone, due to his history.

[Fear]
His main fear is ever harming someone. Other than that, Brenton has a few fears. A fear of heights. A fear of clowns. A fear of being alone. A fear of crowds/closed spaces. A fear of bugs, the list could really go on and on.


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H I S T O R Y

cause i still got a lot of fight left in me

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When all this happened, Brenton was fourteen. He had just been cheated out of winning the state swimming championship.

Brenton James Corrigan Harrison Jr. was born to Brenton and Illiana Harrison in San Diego, CA. He was the youngest of four, his elder siblings all being girls. He was immediately loved when he was brought home. When he was seven, he showed signs of being different. Suffering from panic attacks, and very very hyperactive behavior. His mother had him tested, and he came out being ADHD. His father simply blamed it on him being a need for attention and started to beat his son. He thought it would cure him of his fake illness. His mother never took kindly to it but drowned herself out in alcohol until he was ten, and she died in a car crash. His father came out of the crash fine and continued to beat his son. His eldest sister, Jeanine, was twenty-three at the time, and she took over custody of her brother. Who was diagnosed with Social Anxiety, and was said to be selectively mute. He became rather skittish and introverted and only became himself in the swimming pool.

He became part of his middle school's swimming team, and was up against their rivals. The two best swimmers Brenton, and a boy named Sam. The boy had managed to somehow shock Brenton for a few minutes before he could start to swim, and this triggered his hydrokinesis. He was so upset he lost, that the water formed a hand and hit Sam into the ground. He became so horrified that he hurt someone, he kept this hidden. He told his sisters, and he was even more introverted. He didn't swim anymore, and he felt upset. He would occasionally help people by making sure waves wouldn't take them away. He felt good for it, and then he was contacted by the League. Where he now feels at home.

So begins...

Brenton Harrison's Story

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Outfit ❃ #62060F ❃ T I M E: 5-8am ❃ Heavy by Linkin Park ft Kiiara

As the morning light filled the comfortable sized room, it lit the small figure doing yoga in the middle of it. The dainty hands firmly planted on the peacock green and sunflower yellow patterned rug in the middle of the room. Rich dark brown hair was pulled into a messy bun, a small grown left a full mouth before the girl released her pose and flopped on to the rug and rolled on to her back while releasing a deep breath. Pulling herself into a sitting position Hazel scowled, she had obviously over worked herself the night before in the training room but two years worth of training had yet to get rid of the few extra pounds she carried and if she admitted it to herself, it still hadnt made her good enough to not need Kli's guidance in a fight.

Standing at her full, but still small, height she walked on silent feet to her bathroom to take a shower and get ready for work. Only once she had washed off the sweat from her morning warm up and soothed her sore muscles did she get dressed in a simple red lace dress and a tan and light blue blazer. Matching it with simple accessories and pinning her hair into an easy updo, she considered herself ready, delicately boned fingers rubbed the intricate scar on her chest. It was silver and almost invisible until she called on the power the artifact gave her, then it turned blood red. As her fingers grazed over it, the scar warmed slightly and Hazel got a sense that Kli was saying good morning. Communicating with the gem in her chest was difficult to explain, it didnt have a voice per-say, it was more of just knowing. She just knew what it was trying to tell her like at this moment.

Once Hazel had coated herself with a light layer of one of her favorite perfumes she padded on her light blue heels into the dark teal and russet orange living room, the dark brown hard wood uncovered and in such every time her heels made contact a small click could be heard. A cup of coffee to go, she walked quickly to the elevator not far from her apartment and rode it all the way to the ground floor, she couldnt be late today. It was, after all, the day the Gems from the Temple of Death were opened to the public to see. Hazel smiled at the thought of the well made copies of the gems she had made going on display, they were being called one of the greatest discovers of the century and no one even knew that they werent the real deal.

Checking her phone right before she clocked in, she saw she had a text from Rodger. It was a group text to all of the League;

From:Rodger K.
To:Team

Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Turning off her phone without replying, Hazel sighed today just got a whole lot longer. She would literally get off work, go home, get ready for the party, go to the meeting, then go to the party..Alone. Kiss the asses of all the big wigs that had donated money to the museum and talk about finding the Gems and the underground, hidden temple that they had once resided in which was never a good experience for her.



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Outfit ❃ #023a25 ❃ T I M E: 4-7AM ❃ How Did You Love by Shinedown

In the world of a dark haired boy sitting atop of a rundown building in the slums of Haven, the morning was silent. He's normally cold eyes were tired and his knuckles were bruised, as if he had spent hours hitting a rock hard surface. A vibration in his pocket made him pull out his phone and the name on the screen read Marybelle, which brought a glimmer of light to his eyes and a small smile to his lips. Focusing on his ears, Triton was able to hear and answered the phone call. "Hey Mary, how are you and the kids doing?" he answered, listening intently for the normal ruckus that went on in the background. "Don't 'hey Mary' me Tri, you promised that you would call every other day when you were in Haven. You know I worry about you being there...Sense May." an upset female voice responded and the small smile turned into a full on grin. "Hey know, im no longer a little kid Mary you dont have to go all big sister on me. Now, please tell me how my niece and nephew are. How are you and the twins you carry?" he laughed, it was a rusty sound and obviously not used often but he had managed to distract his sister from chewing him out.

It wasnt a long phone call because the kids woke up and Mary had to go, Triton put away his phone and watched the sun come up before climbing down the side of the building to enter it through his window. Malcolm had dumped the ragtag group in this poor excuse of a building with eight black cards and orders to make it livable and fortified, they had to do all the work themselves and Triton had done the most sense he had worked as a construction worker sense he turned eighteen. His room was one large living space, his bed hidden behind a wall of bricks. It was industrial, rough, but clean and his.

After a quick shower Triton got dressed and put in his ear piece, he had a name on his list to stalk. As he was getting ready to leave his apartment a thought ran across his mind about Cora, deciding to go see if she wished to come with he walked quietly. His booted feet barely making a sound on the concrete floors, When he got to Cora's door he paced back and fourth a few times but he didnt want to disturb the team member across the hall from her so he finally tuned his power to Cora's room to see if she was awake not that it would stop him from knocking and waking her if she wasnt, he would ask no matter what.

Finally deciding just to go for it, Triton knocked or more like banged, on her door. A voice clicked through the ear piece right afterward "I know you're technically deaf Triton but I also know you use your power to hear so obviously you know how loud you knocked. In case you didnt, im in the War room and I heard you. Also, im not being creepy but I was messing with the security cameras and saw you, with your ear piece in, knocking so dont you dare pretend that you cant hear me." a slightly sinister smile curved his lips upon hearing Evonna's voice and he waved to the camera at the end of the hall before turning back to Cora's door.



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Outfit ❃ #ec3919 ❃ T I M E: 5-7AM ❃ Save Today by Seether

Almost black hair was pulled into a messy braid and glasses were posed dangerously close to the edge of the slightly down turned nose, the red crop top was rather high necked, showing only her collar bones but maybe to much over her toned stomach. Having woken several hours earlier so to nightmares Evonna was now working away at a 'powered' database in the hopes of finding more potential members of the Mercs, bare feet were pulled into the over stuffed office chair and hidden by the black and floral maxi skirt she wore. Furrowing her brow in slight distress her fingers flew across the key board in such rapid movements before the page she was on closed, whoever the site had notified about her attempt at hacking it, was good. Not as good at her of course because she had noticed their feeble attempt at hacking into her system to find her location but good enough that she had to sever her ties to the database to keep them from locating her.

Spining the chair she was able to see the full of the War Room, in the very center was her private little domain. It was were she did her thing and were her team mates could come to learn the information she had dug up on targets, plated with specially designed glass as to not be damaged by their powers. The rest of the room was their training area, again specially plated with a substance almost impervious to their powers. Deciding to spend some time messing around in the building security, she clicked through the cameras and saw that Triton was awake and wearing his ear piece. Evonna then heard him knock on Cora's door, scowling at the screen she touched her own ear piece so she could speak to him "I know you're technically deaf Triton but I also know you use your power to hear so obviously you know how loud you knocked. In case you didnt, im in the War room and I heard you. Also, im not being creepy but I was messing with the security cameras and saw you, with your ear piece in, knocking so dont you dare pretend that you cant hear me."

His only response was a scary smile and wave, growling she clicked out of the security system. No need to be in a bad mood this early, needing coffee or tea she decided to go back to her room. Maybe after a cup or two she would try that system again, stretching she started to walk away when her computer dinged. It was a message from Malcolm.

From:Malcolm
To:Team

Coming by tonight with temporary power booster.
Will explain why it is temporary then.
Need the team to be there at 7pm,
got contacted for a last minute job. No time to prep,
details at meeting. Spread the word.


Rolling her shoulders Evonna didnt bother to reply, she knew the system Malcolm used wouldnt allow her to, after all she created it. After her cup of coffee and maybe some breakfast she would inform the others.

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Morning, always Brenton's favorite time of the day. Before his incident, he would be at the pool this early, escaping the abuse his father dished out. Now being around water made him nervous, and making him nervous seemed to trigger his abilities. He understood they were connected by emotions, they were controlled by them. But as to why they were that strong, he didn't know. He silently stared at the computer screen in front of him. He looked at the news article, that he did every day, every morning. His eyes began to tear up, as he would go over and over the headline. He was so sorry for the incident....

Pool Attacks Boy; Freakish Accident. Superhumans At Fault?

He wiped his eyes, as he heard his name called. "Mocha Latte with Mint and Vanilla shot for.....Brenton," the barista shouted out. Brenton thanked him and would smile. Leaving a twenty inside the tip jar for the man. He would move his body back to the table and close his laptop. Placing it carefully in his bag, he would sigh. His hands ran over his mother's wedding ring, he wore since his mother's untimely death. He would smile, as he ran his finger over the ring's gemstones, he would walk out of Grounds for Murder. He would look down, avoiding the stares of people, and rush towards his apartment, in Kalmack Tower. He would nod towards the doorman and walk towards the elevator. He felt his watch make a noise, that someone from the League contacted him.

From: Kalmack
Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Brenton sighed. This would be interesting.....

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Character Portrait: EVE Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: Triton M. Jones Character Portrait: Brenton Harrison
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xxxxxxxxxxxxCora had been up for hours, lately she found it quite hard to sleep. Her morning routine however had always been quite consistent. Wake up, go grab an apple before anyone else woke up, and sneak back up to her room to take a small shower. The Mercs had been a little quiet lately, nothing to big had happened in the past couple of weeks. Malcom holed himself up and that damned lab of his and rarely ever ventured out.

She managed to get dressed rather quickly, her wardrobe was limited a the tower. The Mercs had little money, and whatever they came across splurge wise was stolen. With a small flick of her hand her large windows cracked open letting out a cool morning breeze into the room. Cora closed her eyes and inhaled a large breath of the air, this was always her favorite part of the day, the quiet morning that she spent alone. With a twirl of her fingers the breeze wrapped around her hair, and weaved in and out until her hair fell down to her shoulders warm and dry. It was a trick she had learned a couple months before she had joined the Mercs and it came in handy.

As she went to grab for the phone on her bed, a horrendous knocking made her heart skip. After a couple seconds she huffed a breath of annoyance and crossed over to the door flinging it open, giving the bitchiest stare to the culprit of the loud knocking. She wasn't surprised to see Triton with his lazy smile and hand raised in the air, mid-knock. She rolled her eyes and leaned against the doorframe crossing her arms. "Do you have to knock so damn loud?" She said trying to maintain her pissed off façade but she couldn't help the hint of smile that crossed her face.

She noticed Charlotte had peeped her head out of her apartment across the hall, no doubt awoken by the obnoxious knocking. "Good morning Charlotte" She said curtly before turning her head back to Triton. "What do you need?" She raised an eyebrow in question.



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xxxxxxxxxxxxParker was sipping a rather uneventful cup of coffee that had way too much creamer in it. This morning had been a bit slower than others, and he allowed himself a little time to sleep in. He had managed to get ready and settled himself in the community kitchen, sitting at a barstool reading the paper. A couple petty crimes, but nothing of too much interest. There was a museum event going on tonight, but going out wasn't really his idea of fun. A clicking of heels caused him to take his eyes away from the paper to see Hazel pouring herself a cup of coffee, looking professional as always. He could sense her obvious distress and the time crunch that she was in from her tensed face, and rather aggressive coffee making. He only had time to let out a small, "Morning Hazel", before she was in the elevator and out the door. He let out a small sigh and turned back to the newspaper. The heroes of the League were always so tense and on-edge, he seemed rather grateful for his position.

He was surprised he hadn't seen more of the League, granted many of them still functioned like teenagers and didn't wake until late nine, but he normally saw a few of them flit through the kitchen and grab some food before retreating to train or go on one of Kalmack's many 'adventures'. A small ping drew him to his watch, which Eve fashioned for him when he arrived at the League. A message from none of than the man himself scrolled across the screen.

From: Kalmack
Important meeting tonight at 8.
Be there. No exceptions.


Parker couldn't help to wonder what the old man had to say, it obviously couldn't be good. He decided to send a quick message to his closest friends, and other part of the League's small operatives team.

To: Eve, Bren
Good morning, from your favorite person.
I made coffee if anyone wants it.

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Character Portrait: Hazel J. O'Conner Character Portrait: Caspian Whytehorse Character Portrait: EVE Character Portrait: Fryderyk Andrzejewski Character Portrait: Parker Grey Character Portrait: Mallory Harper Character Portrait: Brenton Harrison Character Portrait: Simone Youngblood
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Rodger Kalmack stood tall in the upper most floor of the Kalmack building, it was the training room and the meeting room for the team. He knew Eve would be curious about what he had to say tonight and in all honesty he probably should have let her know sooner but, up until late last night it was all just a suspicion. The late evening sun made the room glow and his leg started to hurt but he steeled himself against the pain, he had been busy all day with Kalmack News and had to cancel his meeting with Eve. The board of Kalmack News wanted him to spin the Hearings of the Head scientists for the MMARP to make the scientists look like victims but he wasnt willing to do that. What they had done to all those powered in their possession before Thor's attack was unethical and wrong. Then there was the coverage of the Gala tonight, the fact that he was trying to acquire a smaller new station, and meeting with his doctors about his leg, hell this was the first time he had been alone sense seven this morning.

As he knew she would be Hazel was the first to enter Headquarters forty five minutes early, she was dressed for the gala tonight. The red lace gown was strapless and seemed to be fitted over what she normally wore on missions, and all of her jewelry had blood red gems glittering in the light. "You look lovely, do you expect trouble?" he asked while he waited for Eve, he knew she would be the next to show up. "Im going to a charity gala to bring in more money for the museum, where we will be putting the Nine Stones Of The Temple Of Death on display for the first time ever and where at least a hundred of the cities most prominent and wealthy will be in attendance. Wouldn't you expect trouble?" was the girls sassy response as she gracefully sat her self in a chair while she waited.

Rodger couldn't even argue with her logic, it was sound. It wasn't to much later that the team started to trickle in, "Eve, dear you look lovely as always. Sorry I wasnt able to meet with you earlier, the gala at the museum tonight and the hearings of some of the head scientists from the MMAPR for unethical treatment had the stations in a tizzy today and I couldn't get away." he told the teams head technician, once everyone was in attendance Rodger walked to the very front of the room next to the main monitor. "As you all know, we looked into the rumors of a serum that could potentially boost powers. We found no proof so we wrote it off as just a rumor. We also looked into reports of missing powered, we weren't able to find any trace of them but we made the logical connection to the underground fighting ring that was using the powered as their fighters. We believed we just hadnt found the bodies of the missing as of yet and decided to just a keep an eye out once we were able to disband the ring." Rodger said in his normally slightly gruff way, he looked at his team and saw a few nods so he knew they remembered what he was talking about. Placing his hands on the table he made eye contact with each one as he leaned slightly down. "I have to inform you all that we were wrong." standing back up he used a remote and clicked on the screen where three pictures of obviously three different People that the team knew from the missing peoples reports to be powered and right below were pictures of their bodies.

"As you see their bodies have been discovered but not only are they fresh so they cant be from the fighting ring, but as you can see in Rebekkah Nolan's case she was in the midst of changing when she died, which as far as the hospital could figure out was from fear. Blood work found trace amounts of some sort of drug, its chemical make up is similar to steroids but outside of that its purpose is unknown." he said while pulling up the crime scene photo of a young woman with blond hair, half her body appeared to be made out of diamond. "There isnt enough proof yet, but I believe that someone IS attempting to create a power boosting serum and that these three were their first test subjects. Something obviously went wrong and ended in their death, if im correct in my belief then whoever this mad scientist is has sixteen more trapped powered at their disposal to use as guinea pigs. If this is true... We need to find them, now." he finished while looking at the screen, the three powered faces on the screen were twisted in fear, frozen in time to forever show what they were feeling in their last moments.



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First Outfit ❃ #62060F ❃ T I M E: 6-8:45pm ❃ Castle On The Hill by Ed Sheeran

"Miss. O'Conner, are you sure about the set up of the gems? This is the order they were in when discovered" an eager intern asked while Hazel packed up her desk for the day, taking a quick glance at the paper they young man was showing her she nodded her head. "Yes, it was white, blue, green, yellow on the left side of the room then the gold vined multicolored gem in the center then it was black, purple, gray, and red on the right side. Did the reproductions of the gems dais and the statues arrive? I didn't hear anything." she stated and finished with a question before walking at a fast pace toward the exit, she was on a tight timeline. "Umm... Yeah it appears so. I'll reference the photos we have to make sure they are also placed in the same order." Nodding her head in understanding Hazel exited the building and took a deep breath of the fresh air, checking her watch there wasnt going on except for the meeting she already knew about so she hailed a cab to hopefully get to the building quicker.

To: Cass
Hey, how much do you not dislike me?
Is it...just maybe...Enough to be my plus
one for a super formal Gala at my place of work?


She typed and sent through her watch to Cass, hopefully he took her up on her offer because tonight was a big deal. It was basically the night her name would become known to the world of Historian's and her parents would be there. Not only could she not go alone, after all her mother would be there and Hazel shuddered at facing the demon woman alone, but she needed all the luck she could get. It took the cab five minutes less but twenty dollars more to get Hazel home, grumbling about the outrages price she practically ran inside and to the elevator.

Once in her apartment the small girl set to work getting ready, a quick shower, a spritz of perfume, the black leather corset and double silted skirt, the knife that she carefully cut her thighs and hips before congealing the blood to create thin scabs just in case she needed easy access to more blood, the red lace dress cover that went over her uniform and of course blood red pumps to match her 'jewelry'. Years of using small amounts of blood to create stones for jewelry has given Hazel an arsenal of pinky nail sized weapons and no one would even know.

Once she was ready it was 7:15 and so she decided to go up to the meeting room, if nothing else the walk with hopefully dull some of the fresh blood scent she knew was on her skin. Smiling at Rodger she watched him notice her uniform under the specially made lace cover. "You look lovely, do you expect trouble?" Arching her eyes brow at him Hazel sat down, "Im going to a charity gala to bring in more money for the museum, where we will be putting the Nine Stones Of The Temple Of Death on display for the first time ever and where at least a hundred of the cities most prominent and wealthy will be in attendance. Wouldn't you expect trouble?" she answered with a small smirk and she could see he wanted to small at her response.

It took awhile but once everyone was together Rodger started the meeting, "As you all know, we looked into the rumors of a serum that could potentially boost powers. We found no proof so we wrote it off as just a rumor. We also looked into reports of missing powered, we weren't able to find any trace of them but we made the logical connection to the underground fighting ring that was using the powered as their fighters. We believed we just hadnt found the bodies of the missing as of yet and decided to just a keep an eye out once we were able to disband the ring. I have to inform you all that we were wrong. As you see their bodies have been discovered but not only are they fresh so they cant be from the fighting ring, but as you can see in Rebekkah Nolan's case she was in the midst of changing when she died, which as far as the hospital could figure out was from fear. Blood work found trace amounts of some sort of drug, its chemical make up is similar to steroids but outside of that its purpose is unknown.There isnt enough proof yet, but I believe that someone IS attempting to create a power boosting serum and that these three were their first test subjects. Something obviously went wrong and ended in their death, if im correct in my belief then whoever this mad scientist is has sixteen more trapped powered at their disposal to use as guinea pigs. If this is true... We need to find them, now." Rodger said addressing the team, closing her eyes in frustration Hazel wanted to say something, anything, but his logic as far as she could tell was sound. They found no proof of the serum, powered went missing, some were found dead and connected to an underground fighting ring, they assumed they hadnt found the other bodies but now fresh bodies with some sort of steroid in their systems are found and they are of the missing they had never located.

Checking the time she saw that she only had fifteen minutes to get to the Museum before the Gala started and as the main speaker for the event she had to be there on time. Catching Rodger's eye, he nodded and concluded the meeting.