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Caspian Whytehorse

"Jinx, you owe me a soda."

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a character in “Legends of Haven”, as played by >Marionette<

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N A M E: Caspian Whytehorse| P O W E R: Probability Manipulation
| A G E: 30|
G E N D E R: Male| S E X U A L I T Y: Hetero


"Is it better to have love and lost; or never to have loved at all?"
What a wicked game to playBaby can you see through the tearsNo I don't have a gun


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B A S I C S

"If the world was fair then what would Russian authors have to write about?"

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[Nicknames]
Cass
Jinx

[Sexuality]
Heterosexual

[Romantic Interest]
This stupid dead asshole named Rose who is super fucking dead.

[Nationality]
American


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P O W E R

"Not to sound overconfident but chances are the situation will probably work out in my favour."

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Probability Manipulation
The power to manipulate probability, causing unlikely things to happen or likely things not to happen.


  • Limited to things that are possible i.e. the possibility of a given event must be above 0% to cause it and less than 100% to prevent it (in certain cases, the probability of a given event might also need to be above 0% to cause it and less than 100% to prevent it) and/or to manipulate a given event; can't make the impossible happen and can't prevent the absolute from happening (e.g. cannot make a world in which a given thing exists and does not exists in the same sense at the same time); can at most make the highly unlikely happen and/or prevent the highly likely from happening. In other words, this power is limited by causality, logic, reality, and truth.
  • Effort/strength required is inversely proportional to the likelihood of the event happening (harder to make rarer things happen).
  • The power is not associated with any other power and can not effect events that have passed in time.
  • Can not effect events that are happening out of eye/earshot or physical location.

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A P P E R A N C E

"Believe me I wouldn't be half so effective if I weren't this pretty."

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A charming smile, a jawline for days, an expressive brow and a fit body all make for what one might call a "pretty boy". Though that isn't to suggest he appears feminine, nor is he a hypermasculine jocky looking sort of man. One might compare it to the sort of look a movie star would have. He certainly has the personal charm to match. He was raised to have good posture, but isn't rigid, and overall he has a casual and debonair sort of demeanor to him. His smile, though winning, can be used for a variety of less pleasant expressions, like mockery or following a particularly stinging insult. Such a pleasant angel face for someone who isn't beyond throwing your esteem down in the mud. If he's a good boy and take his happy pills though chances are you won't be subjected to it. Which has become the new normal for him.

[Style]
Dumb funny graphic tees and sweats casually, when he has to go out to the corner market to pick up chips and beer anyway, and a suit for when he goes to "work". The suits are in general very expensive and well tailored, he has to look the part when out to impress at those felt tables rich men like to lose their money on. Honestly he's mostly in his boxers these days, with a blanket draped around him like a cape, he doesn't see much point in wearing anything else since his apartment is just him.

[Height and Weight]
5'11"
160 lbs

[Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars]
None, he's a wimp and doesn't fancy sitting there while someone pokes a needle into him

[Piercings]
See the above

[Scent]

Depends on if he intends to work that day... or week, if he doesn't then he probably smells like B.O. mixed with alcohol. Otherwise his shampoo is cucumber and his soap smells like... well soap. So a clean and fresh scent at best.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

"Do you know why most of the League are so young? Because the young are foolish enough to hope, just as they are foolish enough to take their grief out on others."

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CharmingCleverLazyTacticalCavalier
Street SavvyBitter

[Likes and Dislikes]

♥ Alcohol ♥ Napping
♥ Loud blaring music to drown out his thoughts ♥ Gambling ♥ Movies
♥ Video Games ♥ Pool ♥ Card tricks
♥ Swimming

♠ Being awake ♠ Geese
♠ Summer
♠ Responsibilities ♠ Indian Food ♠ Poetry
♠ Teenagers ♠ Tea
♠ Throw pillows

[Strengths and Weaknesses]

♦ Going into a situation it is very likely that Cass is one step ahead of you. He has aces in the hole that you don't know about and he knows exactly when to release them, almost theatrically. He is keenly aware of all of the advantages at his disposal and is good at putting them to use. He's also good at pinpointing the advantages others have, and even managing them. He'd make an excellent leader if he didn't detest the idea of being responsible for others, where others would see being a leader as a powerful position he just sees a weight around your neck. Partially because he is a thorough individual who is aware of what exactly being an effective leader means and what it entails. Again, too much trouble for him to desire.

♦ Luck is his lady.

♦ Cass has been in his share of brawls, he is not formally trained but he can hold his own against another.

♣ Cass is riddled with addictions, alcohol, gambling, and even occasionally recreational drugs. They're not severe enough to take over his life but they are how he lives his life, they're more of a means to an end than a joy. He'll deny up and down that he's addicted to anything however.

♣ Caspian's morals are complicated. He's good, essentially, but his bitter view of the world and his anger towards it make him desire to rip everything to shreds. He is also under the belief that some people deserve to be treated better than others. Cass has no qualms with essentially stealing money from rich people, but he'd never take a poor man's money. He isn't beyond lying and cheating for his benefit, against the right people. He basically isn't looking to use anyone as a stepping stone up. He's thoughtful to the point of noticing and considering details of others, but won't go out of his way to allow others to know this. He's capricious and contrary.

♣ Cass is not mentally healthy, nor is he his best self. He's doing better than he was when his wife first died but he's not entirely back, and he's not sure he ever will be. It's a serious hindrance that leaves his living conditions filthy and his self care sparing. He's also very good at hiding this, and will present as a high functioning healthy person. Only those who knew him before know he's not at all what he used to be.

[Fear]

Cass fears that he's becoming someone his wife would hate. He also fears things like responsibilities and commitment, he doesn't want any more burdens than he already has on his shoulders.

He fucking hates clowns.

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H I S T O R Y

"Fool is as fool does."

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Tessa Whytehorse was a showgirl, covered in glitter and feathers. She had a son and no husband, but that sort of thing isn’t uncommon when it comes to Las Vegas, Nevada. Tessa gave her son an embarrassingly fancy sounding name, a frou frou name if you will, and as a child Caspian hated it. Mostly because his friends would tease him about it, but eventually He fell into the nickname Cass, and has gone by it to everyone but his mother, who insists that his full name is beautiful and should be used. That about sums up any cruel drama Cass faced as a child however, and while his upbringing was unconventional, it was decent, especially whenever he looks back on it as an adult. His mother worked hard, and they got by, they weren’t rich by any means, but they weren’t entirely broke either. Cass was a social butterfly who usually stayed over at a friend’s house after school, conveniently for his working mother, or spent time backstage talking the ears off of all his mother’s co-workers. Cass was always curiously lucky, but no one thought anything of it and neither did he.

Despite growing up in Vegas his mother was very adamant that he should stay a mile and a half away from casinos. She always had him enter wherever she was working through the back. People came to Vegas to throw away their money all the time, but she would be damned if her son, native born, was to be one of those suckers. Gambling was a terrible addiction to have, and she always warned him about it.

Cass’s mother didn’t start dating until he was a teenager, maybe as a kid he would’ve been upset at the intrusion to his mother’s attention, but as a teen he was eager to have his mother find someone to spend her life with. One of these such suitors Tessa Whytehorse has regretted and will likely curse on her deathbed. She knew he was trouble, her gut told her so, this charming silver tongued handsome card shuffler was a bad idea. But Tommy Hill was like a gnat when he saw something he wanted, and he was too fast and clever to swat away. Tommy, professional hustler, was the springboard from which Cass would leap into the world of gambling.

In the beginning, the honeymoon phase of the relationship, a phase in which Tommy was an expert at elongating, he took a special interest in Cass; fully aware that the road to any single mother’s affections ran right through her offspring. As Cass was generally a good sport with any boyfriend’s efforts to get to know him he easily fell in with Tommy, and being at the age where he wanted more independence and a male model figure to help figure himself out. Tommy Hill taught Cass the three most important things in life. Keep an extra ace in the hole. Negotiation always works better than intimidation. And never ever, no matter what you do, forget to tip your waiter.

He took Cass to the racetracks, casino tables and underground poker games, to the barber shop and just about everywhere else he went. At first the amount of time spent together was just to get to know him, but soon Tommy started hitting a winning streak and was convinced that Cass was the lucky charm. Tommy won more and more money, and even got cocky enough to let Cass play, teaching him technique after technique, as Cass would find out later, technique didn’t really matter when it came to him but he learned nonetheless. Tommy was making it good, and so was Cass, he had more money than most teens, and as he was making money gambling he felt no need to take up a part time job like his mother wanted. Eventually she found out about his gambling and went ballistic. She dumped Tommy and demanded that Cass go to community college or get kicked out. Tommy tried to win Tessa back up to a point, but saw that he’d crossed a line and unceremoniously bounced, without so much as a goodbye to Cass.

Cass was rather put off by this, and frankly has enough money to live on his own, so in the face of his mother’s threats to kick him out, he left of his own accord, deciding to move to New York with a few friends heading that way. This upset his mother, but she made it clear that he could always return and that she loved him. The big apple was a let down in many ways, and fulfilling in others. Big underground gambling rings with high stakes ran in the city, and although Cass was laughed out of a few of them, he eventually won big enough to be foolish to turn away. Cass won, and kept winning, this pissed the wrong people off and got him into trouble. He’d never been shot at before but it was extremely lucky that the bullets kept missing, unnaturally so.

Cass was shaken by the incident, but once he cooled his head he started putting two and two together. Through dumb and frankly dangerous experiments with his friends Cass found his ability, and what he could do with it. He hit a few more casinos, this time actively using his ability, sometimes to lose, sometimes to win, and that seemed to be the magic mixture. His constant winning streak was suspicious, but add a little losing in, and he was golden. This sort of life was dangerous, but lucrative and easy. Frankly, he had no interest in college and no interest in working some boring desk job or flipping burgers. His life continued in this way for some years, he became wiser and slicker, sent money to his mother, and lived pretty good.

In strode Rose, Rose Matilda Lancort. She was an uptown girl, a collegette that grew up with a platinum spoon in her mouth and was on her own for the first time in the big city. Naturally she wandered one night where she shouldn’t have and by some stroke of fate Cass was there to swing in like a hero and save the damsel. For all he knows it’s thanks to his powers this all happened, but later on he’d consider it the worst thing that ever happened to him. They had a whirlwind romance, it would’ve made a nice movie.

Rose revealed to him later on that she had supernatural abilities, and she wanted to use them for good. That was apparently what she had been doing that night they first met, looking for trouble. Turns out she didn’t really need saving, but appreciated his dashing efforts all the same. She as a passionately good person, with ideals to change the world for the better, and she started with her boyfriend. She pushed him to take college classes, insisting that just because he didn’t need a proper job didn’t mean he shouldn’t get an education. She got him to become close with his mother again, she made his heart bigger and brought out all the good things in him.

They were married after two years and moved to Haven together, had a house, and lived their lives. Domesticity wasn’t all they did however, and were quite active in protests and superpowered individual movements. Tragedy struck and they were targeted, Rose was gravely injured and all the luck in the world couldn’t save her, that didn’t stop him from trying, however all he could do was prolong her pain until they reached the hospital, where she died. A final blow came soon after when he learned that she was pregnant with their child. He lost two people that night.

All light left his life that, food was bland, TV wasn’t interesting, sleep and rage were his only interests. Alcohol helped, cocaine helped him feel something occasionally, and revenge ended up being hollow. Things got pretty ugly as he deteriorated, died slowly as he would describe it, he became cruel in nature for a bit, striking at “bad guys” in creative ways. He never became evil, he wanted to, he started to hate everyone, blamed the world for Rose’s death, blamed Rose for leaving him like this. He sunk to the bottom, nearly died a few times, was upset at finding out he didn’t, and continued in that fashion for a little over a year. Friends and loved ones couldn’t reach him for months at a time, and eventually staged an intervention of sorts, even his mother traveled across the country to try to knock some sense into him. He agreed to get help, therapy sessions and the works. He’s inconsistent and on and off about it, but he’s in a better place now. At least he showers and treats people with common respect, he’s a little more like himself, his old self before rose anyway.

But there is a low rumble of anger that he can’t get rid of or find peace from. He’s angry at the people who killed his wife he’s angry at Rosie for dying he’s angry at himself for not saving her and he’s angry at the god damn mailman for existing. He’s just angry. Thankfully he can take his anger out on people morally reprehensible when the occasion pops up, and isn’t shy about using his abilities. He doesn’t glow or shoot fire out of his hands so they’re hard to prove or pinpoint, but they’re effective in the right hands, in his. And one night he got a letter, an invitation of sorts. He accepted that invitation. It offers better opportunity to do what he’s been doing to pass his hellish existence anyway.

So begins...

Caspian Whytehorse's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Fryderyk Andrzejewski Character Portrait: Scott Cho Character Portrait: Sabina Bakkeli Character Portrait: Triton M. Jones Character Portrait: Cora Saunders Character Portrait: Evonna L. Funke Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: EVE Character Portrait: Hazel J. O'Conner Character Portrait: Brenton Harrison Character Portrait: Caspian Whytehorse Character Portrait: Mallory Harper Character Portrait: Nathan Howell Character Portrait: Tate Howell Character Portrait: Simone Youngblood Character Portrait: Parker Grey
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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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Character Portrait: Fryderyk Andrzejewski Character Portrait: EVE Character Portrait: Hazel J. O'Conner Character Portrait: Brenton Harrison Character Portrait: Caspian Whytehorse Character Portrait: Mallory Harper Character Portrait: Simone Youngblood Character Portrait: Parker Grey
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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.