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Fryderyk Andrzejewski

' oh, father, tell me. do we get what we deserve? '

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a character in “Legends of Haven”, originally authored by Calenator, as played by RolePlayGateway

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|xn a m ex|
fryderyk szczepan tymoteusz andrzejewski.

|xn i c k n a m e sx|
fry. codenamed harvest.

|xa l l e g i a n c ex|
the league.

|xp o w e rx|
nature manipulation. naturakinesis. ecokinesis.

soldier on ~ sweater weather ~ starboy




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B A S I C S

all i am is a man, i want the world in my hands.

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|xa g ex|
21.

|xg e n d e rx|
cisgender male.

|xs e x u a l i t yx|
a demisexual person is someone who does not feel sexual attraction unless they form a strong emotional connection with someone.
AND a panromantic person is someone who is romantically attracted to others but is not limited by the other's sex or gender.

|xr o m a n t i cxi n t e r e s tx|
it's a bit complicated with a particular merc. sabina bakkeli.

|xn a t i o n a l i t yx|
predominantly polish, hence the name. also has scottish, english and german blood.





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P O W E R

i hate the beach, but i stand in california with my toes in the sand.

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fry is connected with the forces of nature and the earth as a whole, and can communicate, influence, manipulate and control the environment to his will. with enough training, fry could learn to control the weather, gravity, diseases, pheromones of himself or others, some of the elements and even draw strength from the earth to increase his power directly. but, for now, his powers are a bit more limited, but he still has a large array of abilities.

he can sense animal's emotions, and speak with them or directly control them through animal telepathy. he can also morph into these animals, or imitate their abilities, like the speed of a cheetah, strength of an elephant, or even the camouflaging abilities of a chameleon. fry can also control natural disasters due to his use of nature, like avalanches, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, hydrological disasters, meteorological disasters, wildfires, etc. but this power has not been extensively trained by fry as of yet and he can only control or create smaller disasters without losing control completely. fry can sense the well being and conditions of the environment, and is rather emotionally attached with nature itself. he has a basic control of fungi, which he believes is the road to him learning about how to control diseases, so he is training in that field at the moment. he can adapt to any environment, with a high tolerance to the cold and heat, ability to breath in water, and mimic other animal's powers to fit any condition. and fry can tap into a sort of self-sustenance, where he negates normal humans need for water, food, sleep, or even breathing, but again, this power hasn't manifested enough for him to control it. fry can control the process of weathering and erosion, speeding or slowing it and shaping rocks or landforms. he can also control specific toxins and poisons, toxikinesis, but only ones that are naturally created from the environment, such as venom. and the power he is most trained in is his chlorokinesis, which allows him to control or create any of the earth's plant life, including wood, vines, plants, moss, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, fruits and flowers. he can use this for defensive purposes, such as weapons, walls, armor, etc., made from vines or wood.

as for how his powers affect him negatively, the way he is emotionally connected to nature means that sometimes he feels the pain of the nature around him. such as pollution, or unnatural cutting down of trees or hunting of animals, for sport rather than food, would make fry feel physical or emotional pain, the level of pain being a bit random from what fry has been able to deduce. this doesn't happen with natural falling down of trees, or when animals hunt one another though. and his connection is so deep with nature, that his powers may respond to his emotions, without his control, such as if he was extremely angry it would suddenly turn stormy, or an earthquake would happen, or if he was extremely happy, calming weather and blossoming flowers would appear. and since he is constantly having to power the nature around him when he uses his powers for battle, and how nature naturally grows and changes around him, he can sometimes get very fatigued and needs a long period of rest after heavy usage of his powers. and regarding his chlorokinesis, most of the plants he manipulates he can't actually create from thin air, he needs a base like a bush, or a tree, or something similar, or simply speed up the growth of a plant, so, places like deserts would render this power useless.

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A P P E A R A N C E

head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered.

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fry has the sad, gentle face of a dog who's been kicked one too many times. his sad emerald eyes reflect his gentle demeanor, and still his best physical feature. his lean build and slight height isn't something to swoon over, neither is his vampire-like pale skin, then again, they do make those eyes stand out. his dark, nearly pitch black hair is usually messy and unkempt, and sometimes untamable so he lazily tosses it under a beanie. though, he may just do that anyway. his kind smile, although not seen by many, is something rather pleasant to look at. he also has a large abundance of moles and light freckles covering his body.

|xs t y l ex|
fry had to lift off shoplifting while he was homeless, and other than that he only had a few outfits of clothing. and his style was never really classy or anything like that, more comfortable. and it hasn't changed. even when he was homeless, he kept about the same style that he had as he was a child. his style is very distinct and he gives off a bit of a hipster vibe, typically wearing plaid, leather and denim jackets, sweaters, button up shirts, hoodies and his 'iconic' print shirts. his typical color of choice being blacks or greys. he is almost always seen with some kind of beanie or hat on his head, to contain his hair without much effort. and he just likes the sentiment.

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6'1. 185cm.

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143lbs. 65kg.

|xb i r t h m a r k sxs c a r sx|
he has a few scars from scuffles with other kids and his dad, and walking on his own in the evening. and he has had an army of moles and freckles grow all over his body since he was a small child, some varying from either very dark to nearly invisible.

|xt a t t o o sxp i e r c i n g sx|
none. he hasn't augmented his body in anyway, but he has thought of getting a nose ring every once in a while.

|xs c e n tx|
he never wears any fragrances or anything of the like to enhance how he smells, not counting deodorant. but he typically smells like fresh rain in damp soil and a forest of youthful trees.














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P E R S O N A L I T Y

she knows what i think about. one love, two mouths. one love, one house.

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❀ benign ❀ imaginative ❀ observant ❀ loyal ❀ determined ❀ patient ❀ sensitive ❀ timid ❀ clumsy ❀ perfectionistic ❀ private ❀ indecisive ❀

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βœ” the forest: especially the one he visited so frequently with his friends as a child. βœ” drawing: grew a talent for it ever since he was young. βœ” flowers: well, yeah, duh. but, they're very pretty. βœ” food: never wastes a crumb. βœ” reading: from comics to a good novel, calmly reading in the forest is a rather nice past time for him. βœ” tea: much better than coffee. βœ” cloudy weather: he much prefers the cold to the heat. and the sun, even if it gives him a lot of his power, is just a pain in the ass. βœ” animals: who doesn't? βœ” swimming: one of the only sports he actively goes out of his way to participate in. βœ” sabina: no comment. βœ”

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✘ being touched without permission: stems from his father's abuse. ✘ alcohol: only drank it once, it was a bit too much for him. ✘ fighting: verbal or physical. he'd much prefer to sort things out calmly and diplomatically. and yelling generally makes him anxious. ✘ electronic music: he gets the appeal, but it's not for him. ✘ football: much too rough for him. ✘ conflict: hates yelling and arguing. even if it has nothing to do with him. ✘ horror movies: he watches movies to be calm, not on edge and scared the shit out of. ✘ his name: he introduces himself as 'fry' and most people he knows thinks that's his actual name. he can barely pronounce his full name himself. ✘ his dad: believe or it not. ✘ hospitals: doctors, dentists and others of the like always freaked him out. especially their tools. ✘

|xs t r e n g t h sx|
βœ” biology: has always had a slight interest in biology, but really started to focus on it when he learnt about his powers. βœ” art: has quite a talent, especially for drawing. βœ” : . βœ” : . βœ” reading others: particularly observant of his surroundings and people, and has a skill of silently reading others. βœ”

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✘ insecure: due to his father and peers constantly putting him down, he has next to zero confidence in himself and his abilities. ✘ hand to hand combat: not very strong and not very proficient at fighting without his powers. ✘ passive: avoids confrontation with others and interaction with people he doesn't know very well. ✘ internalizes emotions: he doesn't ask for help. he doesn't seek support. it builds up under his negative thoughts under it explodes. ✘ sabina: his worst weakness and his biggest secret. if anything happened to her, he would finally snap. ✘

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β€’ monophobia: the fear of being alone and having to cope without a specific person, or perhaps any person, in close proximity. in this case, fry is afraid of being being alone for long periods of time, like he experienced with his homelessness. β€’ atychiphobia: the fear of failure. again stems from his father's abuse, afraid of not living up to his standards, which he never really did. β€’ minor claustrophobia: the fear of having no escape, and being closed in to a small space. it is typically classified as an anxiety disorder and often results in a rather severe panic attack. β€’ enchlophobia: the fear of crowds of people or mobs. People with this fear avoid places that are known to be crowded places or heavily populated. β€’ glossophobia: the fear of public speaking. β€’









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H I S T O R Y

'cause it's too COLD for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater.

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at first glance, fry didn't seem to have such a bad life. he didn't seem anything like the tortured soul he is. but alas, every superhero needs a tragic backstory.

fryderyk szczepan tymoteusz andrzejewski was born on the 22nd of june to marcinek andrzejewski and a mother he had never learnt the name of, because she had died giving birth to him. and marcinek never mentioned her to the child since he was very, very young. marcinek hated fry. there wasn't any tiptoeing around it. he seemed like the average father around others, but at home he was neglectful, and an alcoholic. fry's closest thing to a companion was a stray cat he met on his almost daily ventures in his neighborhood, leaving without his father even noticing. fry didn't really get that his father didn't care for him until he was older, he just thought it was normal. some neighbors even thought he was homeless.

fry went to a local public school where he was noted as being one of the more artistic and clever students, but marcinek was always too busy to notice. fry never fit in the school environment, often being made of fun of and teased, particularly for his 'silly name,' the only child that was ever accepting of him was his two soon to be best friends, maxxie and tracey, who gave him the nickname 'fry,' a nickname that really stuck.

so, things went on as normal, fry snuck out, fed the stray cat and then usually met up with maxxie and tracey and took a walk near the forest down the road from his house. his first serious stage of grief was early in middle school when the beloved stray cat by the name of austin died. and this was where his powers slowly started to manifest, his power of animal empathy made him feel pain when austin died. he didn't think anything about it at first. he was mourning. he dug the grave for him and everything. and god, how dad was pissed when he founded out he buried a stray cat in the backyard. and that was the first time marcinek called him anything. usually he just ignored him. but, now this was different. he remembered it effortlessly. ' YOU FUCKING IDIOT, ' he screamed. it felt like he was yelling at him for hours. and he didn't let him out anymore.

and it just got worse from there.

the first time marcinek hit fry was nearly the end of the eighth grade, when he tried to sneak out the window to meet up with maxxie and tracey. and another power was revealed, this one was a bit more obvious. as soon as marcinek slapped him, a small earthquake boomed through the town, shaking the furniture around him and the floor as he fell due to the force of the hit. he snarled under his breath, like an animal, barely noticing the earthquake around him. too caught up in the moment. he almost wanted to kill his dad.

he got used to it.

hitting got more regular, all through high school, he got good at hiding the bruises. and while sneaking out to the forest, he discovered that he actually had powers. as he rested beside a tree, he touched a flower and it grew. FAST. like, super fast. his hand quickly shot away. he touched it again and the same thing happened. he tried another plant, the same thing happened. it was crazy. and slowly he learned. everyday, he travelled to the forest, learning how to do anything he could, until he could control plants without even thinking about it. and then, soon after that, he discovered he could talk to animals, feel their emotions, and mimic their shape and powers. he didn't tell anybody, not even maxxie and tracey. he went as normal, he graduated, fairly decent marks. and he planned. and the next time his dad hit him, HE HIT BACK.

he remembered channeling the strength of the biggest animal he thought of, and sending him across the room. he wasn't dead, no, just knocked out. and fry ran away. he gathered his bag with everything important and left. he was homeless for one and a half years until the haven picked him up, soon before he turned twenty. the first thing he did was eat some french fries and had a shower. then he trained his powers, as much as he could. and joined the league of legends, taking up the name harvest. and becoming the hero his father never thought he would ever be.

he has been in the safe haven for a year now. and it's been a hell of a ride, the whole superhero business. but, it's his life now. and it's way better than before. and it's his home, and the team is his family.

fry finally had a home.

So begins...

Fryderyk Andrzejewski's Story

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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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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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Xfry didn't want to get out of bed. he never did ever since the kind old rodger kalmack Xlet him stay in this place. much better than sleeping on park benches, and using only Xnewspapers for blankets. it felt like home. except he actually had a father figure. and Xfamily for that matter. he sighed, lifting his head up off of his pillow with a buzz of Xhis phone, another perk of being apart of the league. he ran a hand through his rather Xmessy dark hair, before pulling his signature beanie, that rest on the bedside table, Xsnug on to his head. β€˜ ---fuck. ’ oh, how he wished that mr. kalmack had given him at Xleast a little bit more notice before he decided to spring a last minute meeting on Xthem. you see, fry already had plans. he was going to sneak out with sabina for the Xthird time this week. she was one of the only reasons he was getting out of his damn Xbed anymore. he lazily pulled his phone off the table and wrote a text to the girl.

X[ TO: sabina bakkeli /sparklingheartemoji/ ]
X[ MSSG: sorry, i can't make it today. i have a meeting. i'll come by later, okay? i Xpromise. /twoheartsemoji/ ]

Xwhen he finally managed to pull himself out of bed, throwing on a few random Xarticles of clothing that rested in his unorganized closet, not really caring if they Xmatched or not. of course, he had to have some kind of breakfast. he quickly Xrummaged through the fridge for something to eat as he walked down to the meeting. Xdamn, he was already running late. ice cream, milk, orange juice, a half eaten burger Xfrom the night before and some other things that were definitely not suitable for a Xbreakfast. i guess the burger had to do. he walked as fast as possible out of his Xapartment, trying to get to the meeting room all the way on the top floor. as he Xstepped into the room, he immediately went to apologize for how late he was, Xsomething that was getting to be a daily routine for the boy. except, he wasn't late.

Xβ€˜ huh, well, that's a first. ’ he was early. TOO EARLY. far too early. the meeting was exactly eleven hours, and fifty one minutes further Xin the day. and he just cancelled his date with sabina for nothing. just his luck. he sighed, taking a bite of the nearly fully devoured Xburger. ' GOD, I SUCK. '

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Sabina was woken up by her cell phone vibrating - twice. Without opening her eyes and still buried underneath the covers, she took out her arm from under the safety of the blankets and tried looking for her phone blindly. She was sure she'd left it on top of her nightstand but she was a mess, so it might as well have been buried underneath the covers with her. She tended to fall asleep with her phone in her hands.

After a couple of seconds of searching, her hands came in contact with the cool screen of her phone. She quickly slid her arm back inside her duvet and checked her phone sleepily.

One of the text messages was from Fry, the other from Malcolm. Deciding duty could wait, she opened Fry's message first only to be dissapointed. He was canceling, again. It's not like she hadn't canceled before, but she just hated not being able to see him. Yuck, she was turning into a clingy girlfriend woman.

TO: french fry
it's okay, i think i'm busy too
see you tonight ( ? )

She opened the next message and stared at the screen blankly. Temporary power booster sounded scary promising, nothing could go wrong. Note the sarcasm. She shook her head and sighed deeply, throwing her bedsheets off her body and standing up to get the day started. She was positive the next few days were going to be chaotic and exhausting.

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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.