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Hazel J. O'Conner

"With The New Day Comes New Strength And New Thoughts." ~Eleanor Roosevelt

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

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N A M E: Hazel J. O'Conner | P O W E R: Bloodbending | A G E:22 |
G E N D E R: Female | S E X U A L I T Y: Demisexual
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"With The New Day Comes New Strength And New Thoughts."
~Eleanor Roosevelt

Sound of Silence by DisturbedBruises by TrainHurt by Johnny Cash


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B A S I C S

"Tough Times Never Last, But Tough People Do."
~Lydia Sweatt

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[Nicknames]
Hazy
J or Janie
Conner

[Sexuality]
Demisexual
{Someone who is only sexually
attracted those who they have an
emotional bond with.}

[Romantic Interest]
N/A

[Nationality]
25% French
25% Native American
40% Italian
10% Unknown

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P O W E R

“The World Breaks Everyone, And Afterward, Some Are Strong At The Broken Places.”
~Ernest Hemingway

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Hazel can create, control and otherwise manipulate her blood and others to a limited degree. She has full control over her own blood and produces to much of it which makes it incredibly important that she uses her power regularly. She is especially gifted in creating daggers and swords with her blood, this skill forming mostly out of the need to be able to defend herself. The use of her power on another persons blood is difficult and involves her coming in direct contact with it, only once she has touched it she can use it as an weapon.

Now, she can use blood as a weapon and her body creates more of it to make up for this fact but she can still lose to much blood which is obviously a bad thing, using her power opens her mind to the Artifact. The artifact is a sentient being which for the most part is comfortable with providing Hazel with power and enjoying having a safe place to reside within the girl but occasionally it thinks it would do a better job of controlling her body then she can, typically in the midst of battle, and will try to seize control which it has done in the past. If she is to be honest, the artifact is a much better fighter she just doesnt like having her body taken over.

The artifact was once believed to turn the wielder into a god, well goddess sense it was wielded by the high priestess, the goddess's name was Kli. The artifact has taken on the name of the goddess it use to represent. One last danger of wielding the Artifact is that in moments of extreme danger Hazel and the Artifact can merge into one complete being, so much so that its hard for them to separate. This isn't like when the artifact takes over her body, its more perfect in a way where their minds are not separated to the point that all the artifacts memories are Hazel's and all of Hazel's the Artifacts. When like this she basically becomes a magnet for blood and will literally suck it out of any living creature in a twenty foot radius. Together in this mode, they really are Kli, the old and long forgotten Goddess of Death and Blood.


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A P P E R A N C E

“A Truly Strong Person Does Not Need The Approval Of Others Any More Than A Lion Needs The Approval Of Sheep.”
~Vernon Howard

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Ever sense Hazel was really young she has been told that she would be prettier if she was just a little thinner, that shes to short to be at the weight shes at, that she really shouldnt do her make up that way because her eyes are already to big for her face, basically her mom was a piece of shit that constantly put her daughter down from a young age.

Hazel is pretty average in the weight range, maybe carrying a few extra pounds especially for her short and delicate bone structure but she likes to joke that she deserves to be a potato between battles. Her mom might be right about her eyes being to big for her face but it doesnt make her unattractive, instead it gives her a porcelain doll look that only seems to add to her appeal. Add in her clear sea green eyes, full lips, and rich wavy hair to the big eyes and just slightly plump body and you have an beautiful young woman.


[Style]
Hazel is lazy when it comes to clothes, preferring comfort over style. Honestly, its lucky that she is obsessed with heels or she wouldnt take the time to match her clothes because she just doesnt see the point in spending that much time in picking out articles of clothing that she will just take off and have to wash a couple of hours later. Maybe it has something to do with her mother who tells her regularly that she cant pull them off, but Hazel basically lives in crop tops when not working.She hates shopping which also has a tendency to make her wardrobe outdated luckily she has a fashion obsessed younger sister that goes through Hazel's closest every six months or so and gets rid of the worn out clothes and replaces them with new and fashionable clothing.

Hazel's Style

[Height and Weight]
5'1Ft and 125Lbs

[Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars]
Outside of an oddly shaped scar on her chest, her skin is unblemished.
The scar looks similar to the symbol for the Hindu goddess Kali but its is slightly different and there is a small diamond shape in the center instead of a triangle.

[Piercings]
Hazel has almost every ear piercing possible and her belly button is also pierced.

[Scent]
She only wears two perfumes, Verssace Bright Crystal and Marc Jacobs Daisy.
Her natural scent is soft and slightly spicy with a tang of copper.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y

“He Who Believes Is Strong; He Who Doubts Is Weak. Strong Convictions Precede Great Actions.”
~Louisa May Alcott

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Intelligent Rational Cold Compassionate Energetic Loyal Temperamental

Hazel is not just physically beautiful, her personality is amazing. Almost always happy and energetic its almost gift that she can draw even the most reluctant person to her and get them to smile and laugh at her antics which are, more often then not, vastly amusing. Match it with her compassionate behavior and the fact that she can not only see the best in everyone around her, including the thug who lives down the street, but will argue that for the cards that had been handed to them they are doing their best. She is insanely loyal to those who have proven their worth and kind to even those who haven't. Hazel has yet to meet a person she donest to like in some way. She is also very observant and is quick to recognize normal behavior and what isn't meaning she will be the first to notice if something is wrong and there is no use lying to her.

For all her good qualities she does have some bad, like that fact that she is so intelligent and so rational that sometimes its had for her to truly empathize with someone especially if their reasoning is flawed, then there is that fact that if her trust is broken in someone they will live the rest of their lives being frozen out. She wont speak to them unless necessary and will often ask others to pass on messages. Then there's the fact that she is vicious, there isn't another word for it. If not for her friends to keep her reined in, when angry she would happily see those who had made her angry burn along with their families. Now, most will never see this side of her, and those that have seen it directed at them have done something terribly and truly deserved it. Hazel, for all intents and purposes, is a good person and trys her best to be one.

At the end of the day even those that do not like her, can respect Hazel for her morals and that fact that she trys very hard to keep her anger in check even when someone deserves it. They can even respect her for how genuine she is about caring for everyone around her, often going beyond what is expected of her to help out


[Likes and Dislikes]
✔Hot Chocolate ✔Oversized and cozy sweaters
✔Dark colors ✔Early morning and late evenings
✔The smell that fills the air after a thunder storm
✔The freedom that comes from running
through the park near her home.

✘Cold coffee ✘Bright colors ✘Uncomfortably tight clothing
✘The muggy heat that comes from summer storms
✘The feeling of being weak or being defeated
✘Lack or freedom or being confined to a small space
✘The dense thick smell of smoke that normally only
comes with house or forest fires

[Strengths and Weaknesses]
✔Hazel is a quick thinker, even while talking or writing it doesnt takes her a long at all to think of a witty thing to say. This has in the past made people irritated at her because she made them the butt end of jokes sense she reacts so quickly with a witty come back.

✘ Small, though good in a fight because its harder for her to be hit or caught in everyday life its a problem. Shes too short to reach the top shelf anywhere, she is often made fun of or called child like, often just straight up thought to be a child, it s problem and a weakness.

[Fear]
✤Pyrophobia: Ever sense she was small she has been afraid of fire. Though not an extreme fear where even a small flame will set her off, she is afraid and if the fire is any bigger then that of an average camp fire she will have a panic attack and she will pass out.

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H I S T O R Y

“Strength And Growth Come Only Through Continuous Effort And Struggle.”
~Napoleon Hill

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Hazel had a perfectly normal child hood, a few up and downs but all in all it was a good life. Born in an average sized city known Bakersville just a couple of hours away from the coast in the middle of comfortable warm summer to a Doctor and Historian. Her mother, the doctor, is named Meredith and her father, the historian, is named Paul. Now for all the difference in personalities no one can deny that they are in love and have been sense they meet in high school. Now Meredith might have pushed and prodded Hazel, especially about her weight, though her whole life but she did it from the point of view of not only a mother but that of a Doctor and Paul was probably to relaxed, preferring to pull his middle child into his lap during the warm and lazy afternoons and read his History texts out loud to the young girl.

Between her parents it was no surprise when she was discovered to be smarter in the average child and was able to skip fourth, fifth, and sixth grade. She was eight years old doing algebra and she was good at it. Much to her mothers disappointment though, the long days of cuddling while reading about ancient civilizations stuck with the girl and when she graduated high school at thirteen and started going to college she majored in history and restoration. Even though she was going to college and learning things way above that of other children her age her parents tried heir best to make sure she still had a normal childhood. Beach trips on long weekends, trips to the mall and movies with friends from their neighborhood, birthday parties themed in pinks and purple.

Hazel's life was simple, it was comfortable, and it was loving until that fateful day only a couple of weeks after her eighteenth birthday. An opportunity of a life time had literately come knocking on her door step, an archaeologist had come in search of her father to offer him a trip to the deep forest near the Indian boarder. Now he agreed to come but only if Hazel and her long term boyfriend (Barty) could come as well and so off they went. It should have been a good trip and it would have been if not for the accident, it would have been a better trip if there hadnt been so much walking.

It was on the third day there that one of the assistants accidentally hit a switch to a trap door, plummeting Hazel down into the inky black depth of the temple that they had been exploring. Now logic says she should have stayed there and waited to be rescued but she was much to curious and using the faint light from her glow stick she followed the tunnel, she cant say for certain how long she followed the tunnel until she reached a large stone door. Knowing she wouldnt be able to push it open she simple traced one of the intricate symbols that had been carved into its surface, wondering about the nameless statues of the Gods and Goddess that she had passed on her walk to the door, they had been long forgotten and locked away in a temple all but destroyed by time. As her fingers traced the symbol the door groaned and then it swung open.

Once inside the room, the tired and dirty Hazel couldnt help but marvel at the nine shimmering statues. Similar to those that had lined the hall she had just walked but bigger and much more intricate, how the room was lite she didnt know but she could see everything clearly and should coulnt help but be in awe. At the base of each statues was a gem, they were huge about the size of her fist if not a little bigger that seemed to glow for some sort of light source within. Hazel, will admit what happens next was extremely stupid on her part, she picked up the blood red gem from the base of one of the more frightening Goddess Statue. Next thing she knew she was clutching her arm to her chest as she curled up on the floor then nothing. No pain and the gem was gone. The artifact soon made its presence in the girls body known by trying to communicate in a way the dangers of letting anyone else find and make contact with the other gems.

Hazel couldnt not agree with that and allowed the Gem to take over her body as to create similar replacement stones and to carefully wrap the other gems up and stick them in Hazel's bag. It was hours later, hours that were spent getting to know the ancient being that was now living in her chest under a newly formed scar, that Barty and her father along with a few other people found her. They marveled at her discovery and one of the assistants was able to read the inscription on the door, it was a warning to those who entered about the nine gods whos power could only be used for evil that resided behind that door.

Whether it happened because the other gems were unhappy to be kept from finding hosts or because Hazel had used up all the luck for the day by only getting a couple nasty cuts from her fall earlier, but when the group was reascending with the fake gems in her fathers possession and the symbols from the statues bases all copied for translation, the line snapped and wrapped its self around Bart's neck. Instantaneous death.

Not able to live in Bakersville after Barty's death, Hazel decided to follow the fake gems with the real ones still being carried around on her person, take the job offered to her at the museum that the gems were to be on display for and settled into as normal of a life she could with a sentient gem living in her chest that allowed her control over her own blood and minimum control over other peoples. When the 'King of Spades' discovered her it was after she accidentally used her power on a man who had been attempting to attack her. He revealed himself and offered her a place to live and learn about her power, all she had to do was be willing to save the world when the time comes. She only had one choice. She said yes.

So begins...

Hazel J. O'Conner'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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The sun was barely rising as Eve entered the tower ground floor and hurried to the elevator, she had almost slept in and though generally no one was ever up till 9 or 10, one person was; Parker. Parker was a respectful sort of person even as a close friend and she was sure he wouldn’t mean to pry, but even he would think it odd that she went out at night and at times did not return till early morning. She wasn’t ashamed of her recreational activities, on the contrary, but though human society had come a long way it still taught people to look down on women who sought out sex. Unfair though it may be, it was a reality. Eve did not want anyone in the League to look down on her, both for the sake of her professional relationship with them, and if she was being honest; because she cared what they thought of her.

Eve waited patiently for the ding of the elevator doors, not even bothering to watch the levels climb on the digital indicator, this, the ride and tower, were all very familiar to her. Her routine she could walk through with a blindfold. She allowed her mind to blank as she leaned on the wall, arriving to her floor and entering her apartment rhythmically. It was still early, there was still time, not too long from now she would be engrossed all day in work. Not that she did not enjoy her work.

She set about removing the night’s trappings while she filled her bath. There was a standing shower available but in truth she always preferred baths. Baths were a Majesdanian pleasure, and a point of sociability, their baths were communal. On earth, or at least in America, baths were not this way, and people rushed through the cleaning process in standing showers. A shame in her opinion. While she took her bath she began to listen to the early morning news from her bathroom, the screen from her bedroom echoing in.

Later…

It was now 7:15, and as she fastened her League communicator watch back on her wrist she got a message. It was Parker.


From: Parker
Good morning, from your favorite person.
I made coffee if anyone wants it.


She smirked as she replied.

To: Parker
Whatever the Doctor orders is best!


Brenton and Parker were the two people she worked most closely with, Brenton because of the nature of his position at the League and Parker because he never went on missions, and so kept company mostly with those who stayed behind as support for the main heroic team. This team has come a long way in three years, and grown, but though they had made a name for themselves and completed very difficult tasks she doubted they had faced their greatest trials yet. It was a foreboding. But perhaps it was just that, and nothing more. It was her job to worry and be paranoid you could say, to think over all possible outcomes and prepare them against whatever may stand in their opposition.

There was a previous message from Rodger, with whom she was on a first name basis with, by his own insistence. There was a meeting later tonight, and from the looks of the message a very important one, of the subject for which she had not been briefed. She hoped that it wasn’t something she needed to know. Rodger had a love for the theatrics and suspense, she only asked that he didn’t keep anything from her that would help in her duties.


To: Rodger
I’m coming to see you after I get coffee.
Want any?


She didn’t bother asking him directly, not through message, she would do her best to wheedle it out of him later, after breakfast.

“Good morning you.” She gave Parker a warm smile. “I believe someone promised me good coffee?” Eve sniffed around for the coffee pot, locating it and pouring herself a mug. Eve observed as she added what some would call too much sugar to her coffee. Not unlike Parker, she did not enjoy bitter bean water plain. Even if it did wonders for an early riser’s day.

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"Anything noteworthy?" She asked, staring at his paper and reading it upside down as she moved across from him.

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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.