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Parker Grey

"No matter what happens in your life, be good to people. Being good is the best legacy you can leave behind."

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

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N A M E;

Parker James-Wendell Grey

N I C K N A M E S;

Park , PJ , CODENAME: Doc

A G E ;

24

P O W E R;

Vitakinesis


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B A S I C S

a hero can be anyone.

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G E N D E R;

cisgender male

N A T I O N A L I T Y;

american with a small hint of Polish

S E X U A L I T Y;

Pansexual; sexual attraction, romantic love, or emotional attraction toward people of any sex or gender identity

Demiromantic; Romantic attraction towards any of the above but only after forming a deep emotional bond with the person(s)

R O M A N T I C XXI N T E R E ST;

none at the moment

A L L I A N C E;

league of legends



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P O W E R

to die would be a funny thing.

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Parker possess the power of Vitakinesis or the manipulation of the bodies health and its condition. Parker can manipulate healing and the healing process, speeding any or all aspects of healing to the point of regenerating, or slowing and blocking healing even if the victim possesses healing abilities such as Regenerative Healing Factor. He can sense the health of anyone and the causes of wounds, diseases or injuries, the health history and possibly even genetic weaknesses and predispositions that a person may contain. Parker not only can heal other but himself as well, being able to regenerate and heal wounds. As a side effect of his power Parker's aging process has began to slow down tremendously as he has gotten older, he's not sure if he's becoming immortal or will be 24 for the next thirty years of his life but either way the whole situation is weird for him.

Parker can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Though the he may potentially heal any form of bodily damage, the patient must be alive, even if hanging by a thin thread, in order to be healed; once the patient has died his powers are useless. However when it comes to healing Parker has become quite adept. Parker can do anything that normal healing would do, simply accelerated. He can heal minor wounds such as cuts, bruises and light burns and help the body recover from minor to severe blood loss. He can heal external and internal wounds, including fractured bones and deeper burns, failing organs and any nerve damage, disregarding of severity. Even on a few occasions he has reattached lost limbs, but this is probably his least favorite thing to take on. Vitakinesis also allows for the user to inflict past wounds on the victim, but Parker has never used his power to hurt anyone in his life.

As for limitations go Parker's are quite distasteful. For one, he can only heal someone by touch, he can't heal a person's wounds from far away or even if he stands right next to them. There has to be contact or his powers won't work. Another is that Parker heals others through wound transferal, which means the wounds of those he heals are then inflicted on himself. Most of the time this doesn't prove to be a large problem because things such as cuts, broken bones, and generally small wounds are quickly healed by his own regenerative powers. However, larger wounds take him longer to heal which prove to be difficult and painful process for himself, but that never stops him from helping someone. Just because Parker can heal doesn't mean he's immune to the idea of pain, although his pain tolerance is quite high from having to stomach himself through so much of it. Unfortunately, Parker cannot bring back the dead, the person has to have some shred of life left for him to be able to heal.


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A P P E A R A N C E

why must we fall.

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A P P E A R A N C E;

Parker has always had the attributes and looks of a Disney Prince, cute and kind. His hair a coppery-brown, which he almost always keeps slicked back and swept over to the side, is complemented by his light grey-blue eyes. Luckily his Vitakinesis not only heals injuries but keeps Parker always healthy. He has never had to deal with blemished skin or any imperfections because they have always healed. Parker isn't one to continually work out but he manages to stay in a consistent lean shape, and a broad-shouldered form. Even though dashing looks seem to get him a bit of attention from those who don't know him, he isn't one to fuss or fret over his appearance. He's too focused on the tasks at hand to even appreciate most comments.

S T Y L E;

Parker's style ranges from fraternity boy to business man on a daily basis. Even though he doesn't have much time to spend think about what he'd like to wear that day, he still likes to look nice. On most days he'll wear comfy sweaters (which he is so fond of) and a pair of jeans, but sometimes he'll switch it up depending on what the day held. He's very much for Rolex watches and casual business style as well, since he normally doesn't go on the Legends many co-op adventures he doesn't have to worry about ruining his clothes, however he does always manage to somehow get blood on him sometime throughout the day.

H E I G H T;

6'2''

W E I G H T;

180lbs

E C T;

Even if Parker wanted piercings or tattoos he could never have any. They always seem to heal up, and his body will reject the ink or earring if he tries. Parker also cannot physically scar, again, every wound on him heals. He has learned to live with this strange oddity about his appearance.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y

how good do you have to be, to be considered, "a good person"

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CharmingSelflessNaiveCaringHonestNurturingPatientVirtuous

Parker would never hurt a fly even if his life depended on it. Growing up, he was the vigilante who released all the class pets out into the wild, AKA the playground because he wanted them to be free. His mother insisted that there was never a mean bone in the poor boy's body. As he grew older that never changed. Once he acquired his power, Parker only used it to help. It's like he has a motherly instinct to help and nurture the heroes on the league, and most of the time acts like their mother.

However, his compassion has almost left him blind to the dark world around him. It's almost as if he sheltered himself out from all of the negativity, and is afraid of ever acknowledging it. Even though he sees some of the horrors of the injuries that the league comes back with there's always an ingrained hope in him that he can save them.

L I K E S;

✔ Volunteering at local hospitals✔ He adores visiting Zoos on his day off
✔Anything Mint flavored ✔Any sort of get together that the League holds ✔ Rom-Coms
✔ Any type of Music✔Flowers ✔ Spring & April Showers
✔ French Fries

D I S L I K E S ;

✘ Straight Coffee✘Door to door salesmen
✘ Snakes & Lizards
✘ Freezing Weather ✘People continually asking to chop his fingers off so they can see them grow back (Why?!?!?) ✘ Violence
✘ The Bad Guys ✘ Overly-Obnoxious People
✘Reading

S T R E N G T H S;

✔ Parker is selfless, he'll do anything to protect those he cares about and will lay anything down to protect them. He'll run into the middle of chaos just to save someone's life.

✔ Parker is honest and a great listener. Most of the time when he's patching the League up they tend to ramble on but he doesn't mind. Since he can't heal others emotionally, he believes that talking to them is the next best thing.

✔ Parker is just a genuine friend. He is entirely dedicated to the league and everyone on it. He is determined to fix everything bad in the world, even if it possibly meant he lost his life in the process.

W E A K N E S S E S;

✘ Parker is not good at any type of offensive attacks or even just fighting in general. He hates hurting anyone, even if they were a so called, 'villain". He'd rather try to fix things without violence which becomes a huge problem once he's faced with people who find that as the only solution.

✘ Since Parker has such a big heart he would sacrifice himself for the greater good. Whether that be giving up information or his own life to save someone else's.

✘ Parker is a little naïve when it comes to serious situations. He's not unintelligent, he just doesn't see the right choice as ethical sometimes when it involves violence or having to kill anyone.

F E A R S;

Parker is afraid that there will come a day when it's too late for him to save someone. It's quite possibly his biggest fear and worry. Since he cannot revive the dead.


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H I S T O R Y

a funny occurrence he was.

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Parker James-Wendell Grey was born to Lori and Jared Grey on a particularly warm Sunday afternoon in the middle of May. As a child Parker began to shows signs of being, well different.

AGE 7

"Oh God, Honey, do you think it's dead? Park honey don't look". His mother was entirely worried of the sanctity of Parker's innocence. His father had unfortunately just backed over the Anderson's prized Terrier and the poor thing was still kicking. "Jesus Lori, I don't know! I didn't even see the darned thing get behind the car! I swear those people need a fence in their backyard". While his parents were in a large fuss about the state of the problem, seven year old Parker unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car, walking to the back to see the tiny Terrier lying on the ground. He approached the poor thing and noticed that it's chest was gently falling back up and down in a scattered pattern. He kneeled down and reached out his hand to touch the dog when he heard his mother's audible gasp. "Park! Do NOT touch the dog!" He hadn't even heard the car door open and looked up to see his parent's worried expressions. "Mom it's alright. I can help it" Parker wasn't sure what made him think that he could, but it was almost as if he could feel a small string connected to him and the hurt dog. He closed the gap between him and the dog and laid a careful hand on its soft fur. The feeling was almost overwhelming, thousands of thoughts ran across his head, some he didn't even understand. Internal Bleeding in the abdomen and cranial cavity. Broken forefoot. It was then when he felt it. To this day Parker still cannot describe the feeling of healing someone. It's strange and unnatural, and it hurts. His parents watched practically horrified as the dogs leg snapped back into place, and it twitched a little before raising it's head, almost if it had been asleep. In a couple of moments the dog bounced happily back on its feet and ran back into the Anderson's yard. Parker raised his head and smiled at his parents, his body aching slightly from the pain. A small trail of blood ran out of his nose, "I told you". Then he promptly passed out in the driveway.

From then on his parents knew he was different. As he grew up, he began to understand the extent and limitations of his power. Out of fear that there son would be taken away, his parents kept everything a secret. Of course there were some strange occurrences, that they had to creatively cover up. Like when he hugged his aunt and cured her breast cancer, or when he broke his leg at school and caused a teacher to pass out when he snapped it back into place. Eventually, hiding his power became easier when he learned how to control it, and when he finished high school he chanced upon the League.

They instantly accepted him as apart of their family and he's been there ever since. Granted there has always been a target on his back, for being able to keep all the heroes on the League alive he couldn't imagine himself anywhere else.

So begins...

Parker Grey'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: Mallory Harper Character Portrait: Caspian Whytehorse 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: Hazel J. O'Conner Character Portrait: Parker Grey
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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.

League Tower
Early Morning
[X]Outfit
"Anything noteworthy?" She asked, staring at his paper and reading it upside down as she moved across from him.

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Character Portrait: Fryderyk Andrzejewski Character Portrait: EVE Character Portrait: Hazel J. O'Conner Character Portrait: Brenton Harrison Character Portrait: Mallory Harper Character Portrait: Caspian Whytehorse 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.