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Luiza Logan-Roth

"& remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world."

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a character in “Young Avengers”, as played by rubytuesday

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ImageImagen a m e β†’ Luiza Logan-Roth
c o d e n a m e β†’ Umbra

a g e β†’ twenty two
g e n d e r β†’ (cis)female
s e x u a l i t y β†’ bisexual; panromantic
e t h n i c i t y β†’ 50% Azarathian (mother) , 50% Brazilian (father)

l i n e a g e β†’ Raven (Rachel Roth) & Beast Boy (Garfield Logan)

h e x β†’ #58629a
r p e r β†’ rubytuesday



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Luiza's parents are already quite an odd pair, so completely different are their personalities. Consequently, Luiza is a very contradictory being, encapsulating qualities both of her mother and her father. When it comes to wit, it is all her mother. Keenly intelligent and fiercely epigrammatic, Luiza is never without a retort or response, both of which are often touched (or perhaps laden) with sarcasm and snark. She's been called 'smartass' more times than she can count, most often by those whom don't appreciate the opinions she tends to dole out with few apologetics. She is brutally honest at times, unafraid to speak her mind and tell her truths. This isn't to say that she's completely tactless, but with two parents who constantly engage in either extreme, she's been taught in a way that sometimes makes it difficult to find a balance.

Although undoubtably an introvert at heart, Luiza maintains her father's sociability, for the most part. She does indeed take breaks from people, be it for meditation, rejuvenation or simply prized 'alone time', but she also deeply enjoys engaging with others, and creating relationships. Her trust does not come easily, and she struggles to let down her walls for anyone, but whilst she does not make it easy for others to dedicate themselves to her, she does not limit herself from doing such for others. She is infinitely protective, very quick to come to the aid of those she cares about, to the point of having a touch of vindictiveness to her; when she feels that someone she cares for, or herself, has been wronged, sometimes her sense of justice becomes skewed. If she does not feel that such justice has been dealt, she acts out, seeking retribution herself.

On the surface, Luiza has a lazy confidence to her, and seldom seems anything but self-assured. In truth, however, she is very self-critical; a perfectionist, she is indeed her greatest critic, never quite satisfied with herself, be it her knowledge or her abilities or her relationships. She tends to brush away compliments, only to secretly ruminate over such words all day, confidence boosted and pride polished. And she is indeed prideful. She hates the feeling of being wrong, or embarrassed, and although she is prepared to admit to her faults when necessary, it is often following a decent amount of stewing beforehand, and with great reluctance.

Fiercely independent and intensely stubborn, she is both the unstoppable force and the immovable object, seldom backing down from her goals nor allowing herself to be browbeaten by anything or anyone. She does not like being told what to do, and has an unfortunate tendency to disrespect authority, particularly when there is a difference of opinion between herself and such figures.

Idealism has never really struck a chord with her, instead opting towards realism and, sometimes, cynicism. Her razor blade tongue takes no prisoners, and she is not easily impressed, not by looks nor swagger, and finds that wit and intellect have always been something that she is attracted to, both platonically and romantically. Perhaps it is the keen debater in her, that seeks out conversation and discussion, the result of a combining of her mother's erudite nature and her father's talkativeness. Or perhaps it is simply an inherent passion for discussion and social justice (apparently, her cynicism over the present does not prevent her for fighting for a better future).


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a s t r a lXm a n i p u l a t i o nXXXXthrough the use of her 'soul-self', Luiza can project her consciousness into the mind, both for therapeutic purposes or for offensive attacks, rendering her enemies unconscious.

e n h a n c e dXe m p a t h yXXXXbecause of her metaphysical awareness, Luiza can essentially sense what isn't physically present, such as the moods of others. She can also manipulate said emotions, in the sense that she can 'steal them', reducing the emotions of others at a current time and taking them on herself. Furthermore, she is capable of reducing or even eliminating physical pain in another, and taking it on herself, which often results in a increased rate of healing in whichever individual she is affecting. This latter ability, however, has its limits, both in which especially serious injuries are not affected by this increased healing process and that, of course, the pain is still present, it is only the experiencer that is changed. Naturally, especially painful injuries can be extremely taxing.

e n h a n c e d color=transparent]X[/color]i n t e l l i g e n c eXXXXit must be the Azarathian in her, but, like her mother, Luiza is extremely intelligent, to the point of being something of a genius. Academically, at least.

t e l e k i n e s i sXXXXthe ability in which Luiza is the most adept, she is able to move objects with her mind, both animate and inanimate. The most destructive of her abilities, Luiza can lift extremely heavy object, and the extent of her telekinetic powers are yet to be realised. She can also lift herself, and consequently has the power of flight. The more emotional she is, the more powerful she is, although this has its drawback, in that she also struggles to control this power when she is especially emotionally compromised.

t e l e p o r t a t i o nXXXXusing her soul-self, she can teleport herself and others over vast distances, including to other dimensions. However, her knowledge of such transportation is still developing, and she is not confident in the accuracy of her abilities.


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As far as superhero backstories go, Luiza has had it pretty good. Her parents, Rachel Roth and Garfield Logan fought side-by-side for years, first in the hero group the Teen Titans, and then, as they grew past adolescence, the Titans. Together, alongside their teammates, they protected Jump City and the world from a great plethora of villains and evildoers.

Their eventual romance was very much an unexpected one, for the two were so intensely different to one another in almost every aspect that, even now, it is hard to imagine exactly what caused the two to fall for each other. Whatever the cause, however, the result was Luiza.

When Luiza's powers began to surface, she was still very young, and consequently, the effects were quite destructive. Like her mother before her, Luiza discovered that emotions were very influential when it came to her abilities, and thus, at a young age when tantrums were commonplace... a lot of things got broken. However, she was never without support, and, with her parents to guide her, Luiza focused on honing her abilities, and tamping down her emotions. The latter came with reluctance and struggle, and even now, she lacks the temperance of her mother, and struggles to maintain the constant composure that kept her mother from unintentionally levelling cities.

Hoping to further improve, as well as make her own mark in the world, talk of the Young Avengers peaked her interest, and she very willingly stepped up to the plate.


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So begins...

Luiza Logan-Roth's Story

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Kaitlyn Worthington Character Portrait: Azari T'Challa Character Portrait: Milo Jameson Character Portrait: Maddison Kaplan Character Portrait: Freya Price Character Portrait: Adelaide DarkhΓΆlme Character Portrait: Blue De Luca Character Portrait: Theo Stark Character Portrait: Tabitha Louise Mackenzie Character Portrait: Luiza Logan-Roth Character Portrait: Marisol Morales Character Portrait: Walter Reyes Character Portrait: Danny Rand Jr.
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Cross City, a thriving and extravagant technological hub in the United States home to some of the most influential engineers, scientists, and doctors. However, although on the outside the city may seem like the perfect utopia, underground lies some of the most dangerous crime rings in the country. Particularly that of the Boss. A group of discarded mutants, hired assassins, rouge scientists, and their fearless leader the Boss. Fortunately for the city, a small team of up and coming heroes have dedicated their lives to keeping it safe.

In the heart of the city, is one of the tallest towers owned by Stark Industries and home to the team of the Young Avengers, filled with training facilities and a vast array of technology the building provides a safe and solace home for the heroes.


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MARCH 3RD, 2025 - 4:30 P.M.

Kaitlyn sat on the edge of the terrace, her body pressed against the railing and her feet dangling off the side. The light, cool breeze whipped the small blonde baby curls around her face as she watched the bustling city below her. This was quite possibly her favorite spot in the entire building, the terrace connected to the doors that lead to the heroes large hangout room and kitchen. She closed her eyes, and stretched out her feathery white wings, (keeping them so bundled up was so damn uncomfortable). It was moments like these, besides flying, that she felt truly at home. For her being out on the terrace was like taking a long contemplating shower

She whipped her head around as the door to the terrace slid open and Azari popped his head out from the door. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were out here".
She hadn't really noticed how thick his Wakandan accent was, with just a hint of New Yorker. She offered the boy a small smile and beckoned him over with one of her wings, "It's alright, I can't really keep this spot a secret forever". Azari smiled shyly and walked over to the edge of the balcony with a rather cat-like grace and leaned up against the railing. "The view is great". This wasn't even just a simple form of small talk, he really meant it. The tiny cars and people moving around, shadowed by the tall sky scrapers was really a beautiful sight. "Aren't you afraid of... erhm falling?", He raised an eyebrow at her position dangerously close to the edge. Kaitlyn laughed quietly and wiggled her wings, "That's what these are for" She was pleased to see she had managed to crack a small smile out of the quiet prince with that comment.

The sliding door opened again, this time Walter peeking his head through. "Hate to interrupt feathers, but Ward and Coulson called us all for a meeting". Kaitlyn nodded and pushed herself up from her spot, folding her wings back into her body. "Thanks Walt", He gave a little soldier salute and slipped his way back out the door just as quickly as he had come. "Well it seems like our fearless leaders have called us".

The two met up with Walt in the hall and made their way to the meeting room or better yet the 'lecture hall'. After Phil Coulson retired from helping S.H.E.I.L.D. his daughter Jenna had taken his spot, and eventually became the leader for the Young Avengers. She almost acted as the team's mom, and managed them as such. Henry Ward, was Grant Ward's son, and just like his father a combat specialist. The two were the minds behind the team, assigning missions, and training. They were almost like a little family.

The three were the first to enter the meeting room, the others probably receiving a message for the meeting on their devices. Coulson and Ward sat at the head of the long table in the room, rather serious looks on their faces. "Angel, Panther, Virus. I hoped you have all had lovely afternoons" Coulson's voice was stern but there was a an underlying tone of compassion in her voice. "As lovely as it could get, I figured out the joys of hacking free Netflix" Walt grinned, and Ward let out a rather uncharacteristic snort. Coulson just rolled her eyes and gestured for the trio to sit, "We have a pretty pressing matter to discuss, so you all better get comfortable". Kaitlyn sat near Coulson, Walt near the far end of the table, and Ari near the middle. "Is this about Dr. Baxter? Have we found him?" Kait leaned over the table a hint of eagerness in her voice, the Boss had kidnapped the CEO of Baxter and they had been chasing false leads for a week. She knew she wasn't the only one in the group that was starting to feel a bit worried. Coulson's face fell a bit and she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, no. However, we do have a lead, so it's a start. We'll go over everything once the others get here". Kait led out a barely audible sigh and leaned back in her chair, her eyes moving to the door of the conference room. I hope they hurry.

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Character Portrait: Kaitlyn Worthington Character Portrait: Azari T'Challa Character Portrait: Milo Jameson Character Portrait: Maddison Kaplan Character Portrait: Freya Price Character Portrait: Adelaide DarkhΓΆlme Character Portrait: Blue De Luca Character Portrait: Theo Stark Character Portrait: Tabitha Louise Mackenzie Character Portrait: Luiza Logan-Roth Character Portrait: Marisol Morales Character Portrait: Walter Reyes Character Portrait: Danny Rand Jr.
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It was official 'The Mayor of Casterbridge' was kicking her ass, Tabby growled in frustation and threw the offending book at the wall smiling at the satisfying thunk it made. Who needed Thomas 'classic British Author' Hardy anyway? After a moments hesitation she sighed and picked up the book again. Apparantly she needed it, or at least she needed the practice, missing the entirety of High School had not done much for her admittedly limited reading skills. Or her Maths skills or any of the stuff they usually taught in High Schools. About the only thing she knew she was good at without needing to study was music and even that was more because of her abilities than anything else. She was determined not to be seen as stupid, hence the secret studying in her room whenever she got the chance. Coulson knew of her lack of education and Tabby guessed that meant Ward did too, but thankfully Coulson had agreed not to reveal her difficulties to the rest of the team.

She was just about to start again when she saw the flashing light on her phone and she grinned at what it meant. She hopped back of her bed and quickly left her room.
"Later Hardy." She called over her shoulder before shutting and locking the door firmly. She trusted the other guys on their team but that didn't mean she wanted them nosing about in her room.

She made her way quickly to the 'Lecture Hall' and saw that she wasn't the first to arrive. Besides Coulson and Ward there was Kaitlyn, Azari, Maddison and Walter. She popped a sloppy salute to both Coulson and Ward before she plopped herself down in on the other side of Walt.
"Hey Peeps what have we been up to? Charming, find any sleeping Princesses to wake today?" She grinned at Azari before nudging Walt with her shoulder.
"Hack anything cool?"

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A D E L A I D ExD A R K H Γ– L M E
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Addie hadn't been doing much with her day besides training. Attempting to make her offensive as good as her mother's once was, she had been spending extra time in the towers gym, even having gone to the trouble of hiring a martial arts trainer - or rather, nagging Ward until he caved and agreed to get someone so long as she just left him alone. Addie always knew how to get what she wanted.

However, when Addie received an alert from the team, informing her that she had to come to a meeting, she had just stepped out of the shower, having finished her training for the day. Sighing, Addie looks at herself in the mirror and pouts before sending her reflection a wink and heading out into her bedroom. Luckily, Addie always had her outfits planned out. In fact, she had several outfits planned, in case of an emergency. Slipping on one of these outfits, Addie runs a comb through her hair before quickly drying it with a hair dryer. Throwing on her signature red lip, she brushes down her skirt before pulling on a pair of black boots. Heeled, of course.

Deciding that she was finally presentable, Addie makes her way out of her room and to where they were set to meet - fashionably late, as always. "Bonjour mes chΓ©ris.
" Slipping into her native tongue as she enters and announces her arrival to the room.

Spotting Tabitha in the room, a smile spreads itself on her face as Addie waltzes up to her, her heels clicking as she goes. "Heya Tabby cat." She greets, seating herself next to the girl. "Walt, you're looking good." Addie then continues on to say, making eye contact with the guy and hoping that she's able to solicit a blush or something of the sort from him. Addie was pretty good at that. Throwing Ari a wink as his personal greeting. Laughing softly as Tabitha teases him, continuing on, "I'll be your damsel in distress any day."

Finally looking to Coulson and Ward, Addie raises an eyebrow before saying, "What's so important that you felt the need to interrupt my pamper time?" Addie had a pretty extensive regime she liked to follow after a shower, but that had been cut short by their summons. Everyone who lived within the same four walls as Addie knew this, so she had no doubt that it had to be rather crucial, or they should have waited until she was completely ready. This was just rude.

"Mystère," Ward greets, steely eyed as he returned her gaze, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the others get here before we continue." Rolling her eyes, Addie leans back in her chair, annoyed. She'd thought that she was going to be the last one here (which she liked, Addie loved a grand entrance) but it seemed that half of them hadn't arrived yet. Leaning over the table to where Kaitlyn sat, Addie's smile turned wicked as she spoke to the woman. "Ms. Goody two shoes," Addie fiddles with a strand of her hair nonchalantly, "No surprise you're here bright and early." The pair had always had a rivalry, their personalities conflicted so much that it was impossible for the two to have ever gotten along and Addie remembers disliking Kaitlyn and her uppity attitude from the day they met. Addie had found a surprising number of people whom she loved since joining the team, but Kaitlyn was certainly not one of them.


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Blue had locked himself in his room all day, reading. Content with the silence that this brought, his curtains had stayed drawn, leaving him in darkness with only a lamp to read by. Blue preferred it this way, sometimes sunlight could be too much for him, almost blinding in it's radiance. Nighttime and rainy, dull days had been Blue's favourite ever since the accident. He didn't need to get out of the tower, nor did he want constant companionship like some of the others he shared this home with.

Happy to have managed to get himself a day off, they were so often working together or training together that Blue would be trained by the time it was over and fall fast asleep as soon as he got back to his room, so today was his allocated reading day where he curled up on the little chair next to his bookcase and just let himself be transported elsewhere. It was the perfect way for Blue to get away from being himself, even if just for a few hours, and he had really needed it.

Of course, this contentment was short lived as Blue's mandatory phone buzzed with a notification - he had to be in the meeting room now. Rubbing at his eyes, Blue wishes he could ignore the message and stay here, but he knew that would result in either Coulson or Ward coming down and if there was one thing that Blue could not handle, it was conflict. Ironic really, considering he was on a superhero task force that dealt with just that. Blue so often felt out of place for this, as well as a multitude of other reasons. Even amongst a group of 'freaks' he was still somehow the strangest.

Folding over the corner of the page he was reading, Blue stands, placing it back on his bookshelf. Reluctantly, he walks to his wardrobe, exchanging the sweatpants he had been wearing for black jeans, but leaving his plain black t-shirt.

Once ready Blue finds his way to the meeting place, slowly pushing open the door as he is greeted by the faces of his teammates, all chatting amongst themselves. Chewing on his bottom lip nervously, despite being on this team since the beginning, Blue was still nervous around such a large group of people; and there were only more to come.

He finds himself a seat next to Maddison, offering the boy a weak smile and a soft "Hello.
" Keeping his eyes trained on the table in front of him as he does so, hoping everyone else would just ignore him and continue on with their chatting.

"Evening, Ghost." Coulson greets, her tone a lot gentler than when she spoke to the others. She had been one of the first people Blue met when transported to the facility he was kept in for years, as well as her father. Having only been shadowing the elder man at that time, Blue had watched as Coulson progressed up the ranks until she came to where she is now. In fact, Coulson was probably the only reason Blue had been invited to join the team, having always had a soft spot for the sweet, shy boy.

Moving his eyes off the table for a brief moment to meet hers, Blue nods his head before replying, "Good evening." It was rare to get much more than a sentence out of Blue, but today he felt extra nervous, as though some kind of danger was looming. Perhaps it was because he didn't know what was going on, nor why they were all summoned here.

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Like everyone else Tabitha excused herself as quickly as possible needing to see the 'choices' that had been laid out for her. She scowled at the idea of anyone in her room but reminded herself that neither Ward nor Coulson would snoop nor allow anyone else to. She reached her room and then stopped and stared at the row of outfits hanging from her wardrobe, they were...well wow. They looked expensive and as she ran her hand through the material of one she saw they felt expensive too. She was uncomfortable with thinking too long on how much they had cost, remembering what Ward had told her. To be able to perform her duties she would be provided with any equipment she needed and she certainly needed some for this job. A gala, what did she know about a bloody gala, other than that rich people went to them.

She forced herself to focus and after eyeing each outfit for a short time she finally picked the one that she felt the least awkward in. She had felt like nothing more than a girl playing dress up in the others but this one felt natural and comfortable, it was a simple yet elegant dress and she loved how the style accentuated her figure and made her mane of hair seem even redder. She spent some time taming her mass of hair, struggling and cursing with a pair of straighteners she had borrowed from Addy ages ago and not gotten around to returning, before it finally fell straight down her back. Applying makeup took mere minutes and she was once again grateful for the complexion she had been given. Dark smoky eye shadow, mascara and red lipstick and she was ready to go.

She was about to leave when she suddenly remembered that it was a masquerade and looked around to see if a mask had been left as well. A grin curved her lips when she saw it, someone definitely had a sense of humour about them and a touch of irony.
She had to admit the mask was perfect, it contrasted the black of her dress and simultaneously blended with her red hair but not only that the mask had what looked like old music scores across it and it reminded her of ancient Italian masquerade balls with their many musicians and composers. She slipped it on and turned to the mirror, a stranger looked back at her, even without the mask she would almost have not recognised herself. She looked...elegant. It was a strange feeling yet not one she disliked, after all who didn't like getting to wear her fancy clothes, and mask.

She heard Walt's voice from outside and immediately felt anxious, thoughts of looking ridiculous and of making an idiot of herself flashing through her mind. Knowing she had to get a grip she took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was the daughter of not one but two super powered people and though she had never known them she liked to think she had their strength in her veins. Taking another deep breath she ensured her usual smile was in place and and stepped out into the hallway. She drew a sharp breath in when she saw Walt. He looked good, very good, and her heart swelled with her hidden love for him. Hiding it behind her usual joking demeanor she made a show of critically examining him.

"Wow that is a lot of blue." She said. "But it suits you. Looking good Walt."

She then did a small twirl. "What do you think?"