My test thread. No posting, please.

[Ultimate Cyclops]

⌈you'd think me rude⌋XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXbut i would just stand and stare

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[Ultimate Cyclops]

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{xS I M P L E and C L E A Nx}
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[Ultimate Cyclops]

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A world full of killing
and blooding spilling
and they say that a hero
can save us
I'm not gonna
stand here and wait
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█ ▌ ▐ xxIxxamxx soxx h i g hxx thatxx I xxcan xxhearxx h e a v e n xx ▌ ▐ █

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[Ultimate Cyclops]

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[Ultimate Cyclops]

❝If anyone ever hurts you, I'd find them, and hurt them worse. I'd come back from the dead to hurt them.❞

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■■ Hope Annaliese Sparks

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■■ Haus (because of her initials), Hub, Little Girl, Red, Daddy's Girl

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■■ Avaleria (will eventually become Avaleria the Infernal very briefly)

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■■ Female

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■■ Bisexual

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■■ Caucasian

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■■ Seventeen

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■■ November 24th

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■■ Brooklyn, New York

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■■ Westchester, New York

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■■ X-Chick In Training
■■ Student
■■ Teaches a "survival class" after school three times a week

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■■ The X-Men





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■■ Green

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■■ Red

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■■ 5'7"

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■■ 133 lbs

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■■ Not pale, not tanned

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■■ Athletically toned

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■■ Small, sapphire nose stud on her right nostril

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■■ What do they wear? Create extra bullets if need be. Keep it neat.

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■■ Avaleria (without the rag/cape) | Avaleria the Infernal | Avaleria (Post Phoenix Force)





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■■ X-Gene Activation - She can activate dormant X-Genes within people.

■■ Undetectable - She cannot be detectable by mutant-detecting devices.

■■ Immunity - She is immune to Cyclops', Havok's, and Vulcan's attacks.

■■ Psionic Exo-Armor: - She can create a force field around her to protect her until she runs out of energy/becomes exhausted.

■■ Empathic Power Mimicry - While within a person's range, she can absorb their powers and take them as her own. When she takes these abilities, they are the utmost capability regardless of whether or not the original "holder" of these powers could tap into the complete and full potential. When she takes these powers, they become permanent unless she consciously rids of them.Listed below are the abilities that she currently holds:

■■ Optic Blasts - from Cyclops
■■ Telepathy/Telekinesis - from Phoenix
■■ Cryokinesis/Thermokinesis - from Shiver
■■ Energy Absorption/Plasma Exertion- from Havok
■■ Pyrokinesis - from Supernova
■■ Can Speak Any Language - from Euphoria

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■■ Phoenix Force - Hope will eventually be overtaken by the Phoenix Force, which will heighten the strength of abilities that she already has and drag her to the brink of insanity.

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■■ Energy Overload - She can transfer energy to both Cyclops and Havok, but if she is not careful, she can temporarily drain herself of those specific energies and incapacitate Cyclops and/or Havok by giving them an unnecessary excess of energy that they will have to "let out" in order to recover.

■■ Migraines - If she takes on more abilities than the ones she permanently has without consciously dropping one of them and keeps them for an amount of time exceeding fifteen minutes, she will be subjected to migraines powerful enough to incapacitate her until she gets rid of one of the abilities.

■■ Lack of Control: As of now, Hope doesn't have a great grasp on her abilities and is prone to accidents. This can be potentially dangerous for people and environments around her.






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■■ Determined; Like her father, Kristen, Hope is a very determined individual. She is strong-willed and won’t let anything stand in the way of her goals. She is ambitious, and works hard to achieve what she wants to matter what it is; personal strength, helping others, or something entirely different. This also makes her incredibly dedicated and loyal. She is a good friend to have, as she will always have your back. In her goals, she will always stay on track and when she starts something she will not stop until it's done.

■■ Stoic; Although it is not a dominant trait in her as it is in Kristen, Hope as a stoic part in her nature. However, it only comes out in battle or if she feels it necessary. She can easily slip in and out of “stoic mode” unlike her father, but she is able to hold up the mask just as well. This trait means that she can turn into an "emotional tank", meaning that she puts up a "poker face" and does not show weakness or emotion. In stressful situations, she can stay calm and can for the most part always think clearly under pressure.

■■ Sarcastic; Like her mother Jean and Aunt Miranda, Hope is sarcastic. She is a grade “A” smart a** and makes absolutely no efforts to hide it. Wit is her best friend and enjoys reactions that her actions, or words rather, receive from others. This specific quality also makes her come off as a b***h at times, much like her Aunt Euphoria. This also leads into her being blunt and brutally honest. She will not lie to you, but sometimes she can make you wish that she would lie.

■■ Resourceful; Thanks to Kristen's training and constant drilling, Hope is extremely resourceful. Her skills in survival are amazing; if she doesn't have the materials and supplies that she needs she knows how to improvise and make her own. This also means that she can always find a means of doing what needs to be done no matter how unprepared she is. She is very strategic, and like Kristen, she can form strategies on the spot. She is a very skilled tactician.

■■ Compassionate; Despite what others may say, Hope has quite a big heart. She is caring and undeniably affectionate. She is supportive and generally ready to lend anyone a hand or even a shoulder in the event that they need it. She is able to keep herself strong in order to help others through things, and has even been considered selfless. She will put others before herself in most situations, especially when the other person is close to her be it family or a friend.

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■■ Hearing old stories from her parents/her parents' friends
■■ Hanging out with her friends
■■ Dancing
■■ Long runs
■■ The beach
■■ Learning to fly the X-Jet
■■ Having a family that loves her
■■ Being an X-Man
■■ Being spontaneous
■■ Rock music
■■ Doing things with Megan
■■ Guilting Kristen into letting her do things Jean won't let her do
■■ Making Kristen (and Jean) proud
■■ Scary movies
■■ Hanging out with Aunt Euphie
■■ Swimming
■■ Warm weather
■■ Teasing Kailey and Raelyn
■■ Activism
■■ Mutant Rights


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■■ Kristen being mad at her
■■ Jean convincing Kristen not to let her do things Jean won't let her do.
■■ When Jean uses dirty means to achieve previously mentioned dislike
■■ When Kristen goes too hard on her in the Danger Room
■■ When her sisters team up on her
■■ Raelyn whining
■■ Ignorant people
■■ Mutant haters
■■ Humanity First
■■ Aunt Euphie being cranky
■■ Washing dishes/clothes
■■ Jean being a telepath
■■ Jean and Kristen being disappointed in her
■■ Being dragged out of bed really early to go to the Danger Room/X-Jet lessons
■■ "Pockets full of sunshine"

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■■ Letting Kristen down in a major way
■■ Letting her power consume her
■■ Jean thinking she's a failure
■■ Seriously injuring someone close to her
■■ Killing someone
■■ Her cancer coming back

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■■ Debating
■■ Flirting
■■ Masking emotion
■■ Sarcasm
■■ Good lower body strength
■■ Can fly the Blackbird/X-Jet
■■ Hand-to-Hand Combat


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■■ Her sisters
■■ Can be impatient sometimes
■■ Masking emotion (she bottles things up)
■■ Sarcasm (it gets her in trouble)
■■ Weak upper body strength
■■ Sensitive when it comes to her parents (especially Kristen)

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■■ Can play the drums really well
■■ A rather impressive singing voice





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■■ Hope was born into a life that anyone would dream of having. She was the first born to two well-off parents, spoiled beyond belief from the second she came into the world. It was a stereotypical family, a stay-at-home mom and a dad who worked from five to four, five days a week. It was a perfect life—until the day she turned six months old. In actuality, what happened was a spark of the Phoenix Force. A spark that ended in the death of both her mom and her dad, making her an orphan. However, the trauma of the powerful force emerging at such a young age completely erased the memory from her mind. She was found alone by a worried neighbor who heard her endlessly crying a few hours later. With no evidence of the deaths of her parents, nor their whereabouts, the neighbor called the police who investigated the scene and took the baby from the elderly man. They then deposited her at a nearby orphanage, where she would spend the next three years with everyone believing that her parents had just up and disappeared one day.

At the age of two she was secretly diagnosed with a disease the orphanage refused to outwardly name. Worse was that because the organization did not have the money—nor much of a real care, mostly because it had become known that the child was a mutant or an inhuman at the very least— to offer any kind of treatment, it was left alone and she went untreated. Worse still, they refused to tell any of the employees or other orphans that she was a sick child. They went along as normal, with no intention of ever letting anyone know about it. It wasn’t until one of the employees of the orphanage, Kristen Sparks—who had taken a special interest in her when no one else would because of her X-Gene—took her away from everything on numerous occasions to give her one-on-one time in various settings. However, it wasn’t long before Hope began to get sick in ways that were not just the common cold. Worried by this and frustrated with the orphanage for refusing to do anything about it themselves, Kristen went to her wife, Jean, about the symptoms. Knowing how much that Hope meant to Kristen, Jean agreed to take her and run a few tests to see what was wrong and what they could do about it. And what she found was enough to bring the leader of the X-Men to tears: Acute Myeloid Leukemia. Jean knew that she didn’t have to equipment to treat the illness, and the young parents of two took the orphan to Euphoria Solstice. Euphie agreed to do the treatments, and Jean and Kristen made the decision to officially adopt Hope themselves.

The orphanage, desperate to get rid of the girl, allowed the adoption to go quickly and without a hitch. But Kristen wasn’t done with them. She brutally chewed out every single employee who had ever treated Hope differently because of her X-Gene, and tore into the ones who had known about her sickness and never bothered to tell anyone. After the adoption was official, Kristen went back to work at the orphanage owned by Tony Stark. But she didn’t go back to work right away. Instead, she stayed with Jean at Euphoria’s clinic by Hope’s side through all her treatments. It was during the long hours of waiting and quiet whispers and assurances that they settled on the name Hope. It was incredibly cliché in the idea, but Kristen saw no other name that fit a girl who had been through it all and came out fighting; Hope Sparks.

It was a constant back and forth journey from their home to Euphoria’s clinic for almost three years for all kinds of reasons. Treatments, scares, false alarms. Kristen was determined to make sure that her daughter made it through all of it alive—and well. Every little thing panicked her and she would haul the child to the clinic against Jean’s advice, only to find out that it really was just a nose bleed, and it really was just a headache or a stomach ache. And then finally, just after Hope’s fifth birthday they were in the clear. It had been fought into remission and she was safe.

At the age of sixteen, Hope had her first boyfriend: Shawn Blaze. He was much older than her, much to the dismay of her parents, but she managed to slip it passed them because they knew his parents—though she didn’t know, nor did she really care to know, how. It went on for a month or two, and eventually the two decided to have sex. There was only one problem: he couldn’t “keep it up”. After trying and trying, Hope—with her own “genius” and her ability to invade the minds of others thanks to her mother Jean Grey—discovered just why her boyfriend couldn’t keep it up. He was one-hundred-percent gay. But unlike some girls who would have ran off crying or lashed out at him, Hope did not care. She laughed about it, gave him a tight hug, and snuggled with him instead. She wanted to make sure he knew she was fine with it and that she wasn’t mad and that she definitely had no hostile feelings towards him for it. It was in that that the two became best friends. And Shawn would not be the only gay male that she would encounter in her life. At school she met another very, very gay little man that tutored her in a number of her subjects; Benjamin Haelstrom. They, too, became best friends.

Hope now attends Midtown High School with her two-month-older sister Raelyn, and is currently in training to become a member of her father’s mutant super-team, the X-Men.


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■■ Kristen Sparks / Cyclops; adoptive "father"
■■ Jean Sparks / Phoenix; adoptive mother
■■ Kailey Sparks / ??; adoptive older sister
■■ Raelyn Sparks / ??; adoptive older sister
■■ Matthew Sparks; adoptive "older" brother, deceased; died before she met him
■■ Miranda Sparks-Solstice / Havok; adoptive "uncle"
■■ Euphoria Sparks-Solstice / The White Queen; adoptive aunt
■■ Nathan Sparks-Solstice / Cable; adoptive cousin
■■ Ruby Sparks-Solstice / ??; adoptive cousin
■■ Megan Sparks-Solstice / ??; adoptive cousin, best friend

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■■ Benjamin Haelstrom / Spider-Man; best friend
■■ Shawn Blaze / ??; best friend
■■ Leo Storm / Zodiac; friend, sister's boyfriend
■■ Kaylee Danvers-Stark; friend





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■■ Ultimate Cyclops

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■■ Hope Summers / Messiah

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■■ Emma Stone

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■■ MediumSeaGreen and YellowGreen

[Ultimate Cyclops]

❝With great powers comes great...oh, whatever. Ask my dad.❞

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■■ Benjamin William Haelstrom

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■■ Ben, Benji, Benny, Spidey (sometimes Spidey 2.0), Webhead

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■■ Spider-Man

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■■ Male

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■■ Homosexual

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■■ Caucasian

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■■ Sixteen

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■■ October 3rd

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■■ Manhattan, New York

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■■ Manhattan, New York

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■■Student

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■■ Solo





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■■ Hazel

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■■ Brown

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■■ 5'9"

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■■ 254 lbs

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■■ Lightly tanned

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■■ Muscular

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■■ Spider-Man





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■■ Spider-Sense: Benjamin's spider-sense warns his of danger of all kinds with more than sufficient time to react,
and increases his body's adrenaline output. He can judge the severity of the danger by the reaction. It is
directionally based, he knows exactly where it is coming from. He can also tell the nature of the
danger, meaning that he knows exactly what is threatening his. He is also able to detect when his
mind is being read, by who, and if close enough, where they are. He can also distinguish things like
if it is a new threat, or one that he has faced before whether it was one encounters or several.
The danger can be major such as a bomb, or minor, such as a camera watching his while he's changing.
It also does not react to people he doesn't see as a threat, such as his grandmother or Mary Jane Watson.

■■ Radio Frequency Detection: Benjamin's spider-sense can also be used to detect certain radio frequencies.
His technical skills have allowed his to design spider-tracers that broadcast a signal detectable by his spider-sense.

■■ Wallcrawling: Benjamin has the ability to stick to any surface. So long as his hands, feet, or
bother are touching, he can climb/crawl/scale any surface he wishes. When he is stuck to a surface it
is almost like an extremely strong adhesive. As a result, he is the only one that can detach himself from
the surfaces. No one else can pull his off the wall unless he wills it, otherwise he isn’t coming down
without bringing the wall/ceiling with him.

■■ Webbing: Benjamin has small, fluid-filled pockets on his wrists, which is the output for the
webbing in which his body makes thanks to the DNA alteration of his spider bite. He can do several
things with his webbing, including creating a temporary shield/cover and wrapping himself, allies or
enemies into a binding or even protective cocoon. He can also create small “bullets”, and the webbing
is so sticky that is also like an adhesive in which he can shoot and attach to surfaces, using them to
websling. However, his webbing has many, many more uses, all of them relatively minor in nature.

■■ Superhuman Strength: Benjamin possesses superhuman strength enabling him to press lift
approximately 5 tons. His physical strength is sufficient to lift and throw objects as heavy
as a semi-truck with ease. Spider-Man's physical strength also extends into his legs, enabling him to be
able to jump to a height of several stories in a single bound.

■■ Superhuman Speed: Benjamin is capable of running and moving at speeds that are beyond the natural physical limits of
the finest human athlete. He's known to be fast enough to catch up to an accelerating car while on foot, but prefers to travel
by webs.

■■ Superhuman Stamina: Benjamin's advanced musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than an
ordinary human. This allows his to exert himself physically for much longer periods of time before fatigue
begins to impair him. He can physically exert himself at his peak capacity for several hours before the
build up of fatigue toxins in his blood begins to impair his. He can also hold his breath for four
minutes or longer.

■■ Superhuman Durability: Benjamin's body is physically tougher and more resistant to some types of injury than the
body of a normal human. His body is more resistant to impact forces than
anything else. He can withstand great impacts, such as falling from a height of
several stories or being struck by an opponent with super strength, that would
severely injure or kill a normal human with little to no discomfort. His body is
durable to the point where tensing his super-strong muscles while being
punched in the torso by a trained heavyweight boxer caused the attacker's
wrists to break.

■■ Superhuman Agility: Benjamin's agility, balance, and bodily coordination are all enhanced to levels that are beyond
the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Benjamin is extraordinarily limber and his
tendons and connective tissues are twice as elastic as the average human being's, despite their
enhanced strength. He has the combined agility and acrobatic prowess of the most accomplished circus
aerialists and acrobats. He can also perform any complicated sequence of gymnastic stunts such
as flips, rolls, and springs. He can easily match or top any Olympic record at gymnastics apparatus
such as flying rings, climbing ropes, horizontal bars, trampolines.

■■ Superhuman Equilibrium: Benjamin possesses the ability to achieve a state of perfect equilibrium in any position imaginable.
He seems able to adjust his position by instinct, which enables him to balance himself on virtually any
object, no matter how small or narrow.

■■ Superhuman Reflexes: Benjamin's reflexes are similarly enhanced and are currently about 40 times greater than those
of an ordinary human. In combination with his spider-sense, the speed of his reflexes allows his
to dodge almost any attack, or even gunfire, if he is far enough away. In some cases, he can
dodge gunfire without his spider-sense.

■■ Regenerative Healing Factor: Benjamin has a limited healing factor. It is sufficiently powerful enough to recover
from severe injuries from broken bones and large amounts of tissue damage in a matter of days. An
example would be that after getting his powers, he soon found that his eyesight was repaired and
he no longer needed glasses.

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■■ Further Enhanced Stamina: Benjamin will be able to exert himself longer, and will be
able to hold his breath for at least eight minutes.

■■ Further Enhanced Strength: Benjamin will be able to lift at least 10 tons. And later, it will increase to a full 15 tons.
He will also gain a significant amount of strength as to actually be able to critically injure or even kill
a normal human being with a single punch, making it so that he has to pull his punches
when facing someone of regular strength, or of lower strength than his.

■■ Further Enhanced Agility, Reflexes & Durability: Benjamin will come to a point where all of the above mentioned aspects
become further enhanced as he becomes more developed in his abilities.

■■ Night Vision: Benjamin's vision will become so enhanced that he can easily
see in dim-lit rooms and even pitch blackness with complete ease and with no discomfort.

■■ Enhanced Spider-Sense: Benjamin's spider-senses will become so developed as to allow his to sense and "see" his
environment, even if he is completely blinded. It even goes to far as to allow his to detect the presence of concealed loved ones.

■■ Vibration Sensation via Webbing: Benjamin senses evolve to the point where he can feel vibrations through his webbing and he
can utilize this to find beings or objects within buildings or other places by the vibrations they emit when moving.

■■ The Symbiote: Benjamin will eventually, briefly obtain an alien symbiote which bonds to his and significantly
enhances all of the abilities that he has at the time it attaches to him.

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■■ Symbiotes: Benjamin's spider-sense cannot detect symbiotes, not even to a small degree.

■■ Severe Stress: If stressed, it effects his ability to not only wall crawl, but also use his webs.

■■ Bad Health: His state of health and his nutrition greatly effects his body's ability to make webbing. If bad enough, he will stop
producing it until his health or nutrition improves.

■■ Spider-Sense Disruption: His spider-sense can become disrupted and less effective by how exhausted his body is, or if it's
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■■ Curious; Benjamin is a curious person by nature. While he might not be as eager to try knew things as his parents, he has been known to get an urge or two every now and then. When he sees something that sparks his interest, Ben has to get a closer look. In school, he loves any kind of learning. He is always up to gaining more knowledge, which originally started out as a way to make his parents proud and lead into an actual hobby that he loves.

■■ Intelligent; Benjamin is extremely intelligent in many different ways, not unlike Melanie. He makes the highest grades in school, never pulling in below an "A", and is a fast learner. He has also created his own gadgets both from scratch and based on ones that Melanie made in her time as Spider-Girl.

■■ Determined; He is an individual with an indomitable will. He is determined, and works hard to get where he wants to be just like his parents. This determination allows him to live a double life, following in his family's footsteps. He is able to fight mind control with little to no effort thanks to his strong mental ability. He is also stubborn, among other things, however this isn't always bad. He is able to rise from defeat even stronger than before; being defeated only reinforces his willfulness because he learns from his mistakes.

■■ Flirtatious; However unlikely to show it, Benjamin was a flirtatious side. While it is much less dominate and noticeable than Mary Jane's, it is undoubtedly there. He can be quite the charmer and is able to form his way with words once he gets over his initial shyness and social awkwardness, and his shell begins to crack.

■■ Sarcastic; Benjamin has a way with sarcasm and smart-assed comments. He uses this "ability" to his advantage against his enemies, though it tends to come out more when he is in costume than when he is in his civvies. It is a distraction to him in battle to keep his mind of what he has to do, allowing him to fight on instinct; making him a better fighter. He also uses it to distract his enemies and to catch them off guard.

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■■ Doing things with his parents
■■ Hanging out with his friends
■■ Studying
■■ Making good grades
■■ Making Melanie/Mary Jane proud
■■ Being the son of Spider-Girl
■■ Being Spider-Man
■■ Having a cool uniform
■■ Science projects
■■ Rock music
■■ Ice Cream
■■ Melanie's cookies
■■ Scary movies
■■ Hearing old stories from his parents
■■ Cold weather
■■ Being up high
■■ Playing in the snow


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■■ Melanie being mad at him
■■ Mary Jane being mad at him
■■ Getting grades lower than an "A"
■■ Playing sports
■■ Cooking/Trying to cook
■■ Girls flirting with Shawn
■■ Shawn flirting with anyone (especially girls)
■■ Hearing about/seeing Shawn with girls
■■ Music classes
■■ Ignorant people
■■ Mutant haters
■■ Humanity First
■■ Bullies
■■ People who tease him for being gay
■■ Jocks, with exceptions
■■ Having expectations to live up to as Spider-Man
■■ When his parents are upset
■■ People trying to get under his mask
■■ Misjudging a swing
■■ Washing his costume
■■ Not being taken seriously

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■■ Letting his parents down
■■ Not living up to the "Spider" name
■■ Getting a failing grade
■■ His identity being revealed
■■ Killing someone
■■ Someone dying because of him, in some way
■■ Losing his parents


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■■ Science
■■ Amazing upper body strength
■■ Amazing lower body strength
■■ His wit
■■ Flexible

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■■ Emotions can cloud judgment
■■ Safety of others take priority over her own safety
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■■ Good at acting
■■ Artistic





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■■ Mary Jane and Melanie Haelstrom, Chloris and Spider-Girl, had tried several times to have a baby. Each and every attempt ended in the pregnancy not catching, or a miscarriage. Luck was not on their side at all. In fact, it seemed that nothing was. But the young married couple were not ones to give up, and kept trying and trying until finally, it worked. Benjamin, named after his great grandfather who had died many years before in an event that inspired the birth of the Amazing Spider-Girl, was born healthy and full of life after being carried the full term. Unfortunately for his two parents, they didn’t know that at first.

There had been several complications during labor, complications so bad that for a long while they were not sure that neither the baby nor Mary Jane would survive through child birth. Melanie was removed from the room and wasn’t allowed back in. They forced her to stay outside in the hallway despite her screaming protests. When they felt she was getting too out of hand, security escorted her to the waiting room where they kept her for the remainder of the time. Back in the hospital room, moments after Ben’s successful birth, he was kidnapped. It was that simple. When a tired, worn out Mary Jane asked why her newborn wasn’t crying, the doctors who had been generously paid-off told her a lie they had been mentally reciting throughout the entire birth. Benjamin had died. They refused to let her see his “body”, telling her that seeing him so soon after all the stress she had just gone through would not be a good idea. They took him from the room and met up with Harry Osborn, the Green Goblin, who had paid them ridiculous amounts for stealing Spider-Girl’s only son. They handed the squirming baby over to him, and then he was gone, leaving the couple devastated.

They spent weeks mourning the loss of their child, Mary Jane staring out the window with Melanie at her side, holding her all day and well into the night until the redhead fell asleep and Melanie suited up to take out her pent up emotions and the grief of her loss out on whatever criminal decided to cross her path. But then, Mary Jane spoke up, telling Melanie that their baby wasn’t dead, that she knew he was alive. Melanie had never doubted the love of her life, and she surely was not about to start doing so then. The two discussed it, talking about the feelings both of them had been having, and decided that since the police and everyone else would think that they were crazy they would do the investigation themselves. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time they’d done such a thing without the police.

After an investigation that took almost four months, the two found their son in the hands of the Green Goblin. After a battle in which he tried to force Mary Jane to choose between her son and her wife, the two got Benjamin back safely. After a quick check up to make sure the Goblin hadn’t done anything to him, Melanie went back for revenge that ended in the death of Harry Osborn and the loss of her left leg. Despite that Euphoria was working on regrowing her leg, she retired her spandex costume and gave up the title she had carried for years. She was Spider-Girl no more—she now had a family to focus on.

Melanie and Mary Jane spent the next fifteen years watching him for signs—any signs—that he had inherited the spider traits that Melanie had received after being bitten by a radioactive spider in her teen years. But not only did they have to watch for wallcrawling and webby bedrooms, but they also had an X-Gene to worry about, the one that Mary Jane could very well have passed on to him just as easily as Melanie’s abilities. Wanting to protect him and not drag him into the dangerous life that they had once lived, neither of the two told him that he was son of Spider-Girl and Chloris.


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■■ Melanie Haelstrom / Spider-Girl; "father"
■■ Mary Jane Haelstrom / Chloris; mother


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■■ Hope Sparks / Avaleria; best friend
■■ Shawn Blaze; friend, crush
■■ Leo Storm / Zodiac; friend
■■ Wesley Danvers-Stark; friend





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■■ Ultimate Cyclops

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■■ May "Mayday" Parker / Spider-Girl

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■■ Emile Hirsch

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■■ Blue and Red

[Ultimate Cyclops]

❝She has "flame on" but what do I have? "Power on"?!❞

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■■ Leo Orion Storm

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■■ b*****d (generally by Kristen Sparks)

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■■ Zodiac

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■■ Male

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■■ Heterosexual

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■■ Caucasian

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■■ Sixteen

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■■ August 12th

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■■ Manhattan, New York

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■■ Manhattan, New York

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■■ Student

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■■ Fantastic (INSERT NUMBER HERE)





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■■ Blue grey

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■■ Blue green

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■■ 6’0”

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■■ 263 lbs

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■■ Tanned

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■■ Athletically toned, semi-muscular

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■■ Small burn mark under this left thigh

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■■ Your character's superhero garb. Please provide pictures.





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■■ Energy Conversation: He can convert energy into solid objects (matter).

■■ Matter Conversation: He can convert matter (solid objects) into energy. For example, he can turn a chair into a form of energy that he can use.

■■ Energy Manipulation: He can manipulate all kinds of energy to his advantage, such as solar energy to concussive energy, etc.

■■ Energy Projection: He can fire blasts and waves of energy from his hands as desired.

■■ Flight: He can use his energy to project himself through the air as a means of flight.


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■■ Further Energy Projection: He will be able to launch energy blasts and waves from any part of his body that he wishes.

■■ Living Bomb: He will be able to turn himself into a literal human bomb, gathering significant amounts of energy and exploding.


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■■ Temporary Dispersion: After he becomes a living bomb, he will remain existent in a “mist” of energies left behind from the explosion. Depending on the size of the “bomb” it can take a few minutes to a few days to pull himself back together in a tangible, human form.

■■ Bomb Gone Wrong: While he is in his mist form after exploding, if another being absorbs his energy, he will simply cease to exist.

■■ Exhaustion: If his mind or body is put under severe exhaustion, his blasts/waves will be weak. If he becomes a human bomb while in this state, he runs a high risk of destroying himself completely.





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■■ Trait 1; Paragraph explaining trait.

■■ Trait 2; Paragraph explaining trait.

■■ Trait 3; Paragraph explaining trait.

■■ Trait 4; Paragraph explaining trait.

■■ Trait 5; Paragraph explaining trait.

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■■ Girls
■■ Flying
■■ Hanging with his friends (mainly Wes, Benji)
■■ Spending time with his big sister, Lune
■■ Annoying Cyclops
■■ Playing pranks on people with Jonnie
■■ Hearing stories of Lune when she was little
■■ Allegra’s awesome hair

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■■ List what your character doesn't like with a new bullet for each one.

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■■ List what your character fears with a new bullet for each one.

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■■ List strengths with a new bullet for each item.

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■■ List character's weaknesses with a new bullet for each item.

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■■ What hidden talents do they have? What can they do that no one else knows about?





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■■ Character History Goes Here. AT LEAST TWO PARAGRAPHS, SEVEN SENTENCES IN LENGTH. Do not bullshit your biography.

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■■ Jonnie Storm; [Father]
■■ Allegra Storm; [Mother]
■■ Luna Storm (previously Lune Maximoff); [Half-Sister]


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■■ List character's close friends with a bullet for each one.





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■■ Ultimate Cyclops

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■■ Raymond Storm / Cosmic Ray

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■■ Garrett Hedlund

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■■ Put your posting colors for speech and thoughts. Bold the speech color and italicize the thought color.

[Ultimate Cyclops]

❝Don't blame me, it's in the genes.❞

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■■ Eric Zidane Blaze

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■■ N/A

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■■ Slasher

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■■ Male

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■■ Bisexual

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■■ Caucasian

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■■ Seventeen

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■■ June 5th

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■■ Queens, New York

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■■ Queens, New York

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■■ Student

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■■ Solo, occasionally teams with Spider-Man





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■■ Brown

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■■ Brown, usually spiked up

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■■ 5’11” (6’10” when in “aggressive mode”)

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■■ 271 lbs (632 lbs in pure muscle when in “aggressive mode”)

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■■ Tanned

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■■ Muscular

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■■ fist-sized tattoo of Venom’s chest logo on his left bicep

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■■ Slasher (normal) | Slasher (aggressive)





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■■ Shapeshifting & Manipulation: Because of the symbiote in his DNA, Eric can shapeshift into anything/anyone that he wishes. He can also manipulate the symbiote into creating claws on his fingers, and he can even make blades, blunt objects, and practically anything from his own body.

■■ Superhuman Strength: He possesses vast superhuman strength, and is stronger than Carnage and Venom combined. Depending on how angry or upset he gets, he grows to a much larger size, with large claws, vicious fangs, and gets much stronger.

■■ Superhuman Speed: Eric is capable of running and moving at speeds that are beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. He's known to be fast enough to catch up to an accelerating car while on foot, but prefers to travel by webs.

■■ Superhuman Stamina: Eric’s advanced musculature produces less fatigue toxins during physical activity than an ordinary human. This allows him to exert himself physically for much longer periods of time before fatigue begins to impair him. He can physically exert himself at his peak capacity for up to thirty-six hours before the fatigue toxins in his blood begin to impair him. He can also hold her breath for ten minutes or longer.

■■ Superhuman Durability: He is much more resistant to injury than Spider-Girl, Mayhem, Venom and Carnage combined but still has the traditional symbiotes weaknesses. The tissue the symbiote is composed of renders Eric’s body much harder and much more resistant to physical injury than the body of an ordinary human. He can withstand high caliber bullets, great impact forces, powerful energy blasts, and falls from great heights without sustaining physical injury. He is durable enough that he can withstand multiple barrages of high caliber weapons such as machine guns from close range completely unperturbed, can withstand blows from superhuman beings such as Spider-Man, Spider-Girl, Carnage, etc. unharmed. He also possesses an extreme resistance to pain.

■■ Superhuman Agility: Eric’s agility, balance, and bodily coordination are all enhanced to levels that are beyond the natural physical limits of the finest human athlete. Eric is extraordinarily limber and his tendons and connective tissues are twice as elastic as the average human being's, despite their enhanced strength. He has the combined agility and acrobatic prowess of the most accomplished circus aerialists and acrobats. He can also perform any complicated sequence of gymnastic stunts such as flips, rolls, and springs. He can easily match or top any Olympic record at gymnastics apparatus such as flying rings, climbing ropes, horizontal bars, trampolines.

■■ Superhuman Equilibrium: Eric possesses the ability to achieve a state of perfect equilibrium in any position imaginable. He seems able to adjust his position by instinct, which enables him to balance himself on virtually any object, no matter how small or narrow.

■■ Superhuman Reflexes: Eric’s reflexes are similarly enhanced and are currently about forty times greater than those of an ordinary human. In combination with his spider-sense, the speed of his reflexes allows him to dodge almost any attack, or even gunfire, if he is far enough away. In some cases, he can dodge gunfire without his spider-sense.

■■ Regenerative Healing Factor: Eric has a limited healing factor. It is sufficiently powerful enough to recover from severe injuries from broken bones and large amounts of tissue damage in a matter of days.

■■ Night Vision: Eric’s vision is so enhanced that he can easily see in dim-lit rooms and even pitch blackness with complete ease and with no discomfort.

■■ Camouflage Capabilities: The symbiote is capable of mimicking the appearance of any form of clothing, camouflaging with its surroundings, and even mimicking other people.

■■ Wallcrawling: Much like Spider-Man, Eric has the ability to cling to virtually any surface. He can rapidly crawl, walk, or run across even slick/wet surfaces.

■■ Webbing: Eric can project a powerful, organic web-like substance similar to the webbing Spider-Man has. He typically uses this webbing to swing from building to building or as a means of immobilizing someone. The webbing is incredibly strong and resembles a steel chain.

■■ Spider-Sense: Eric’s spider-sense warns him of danger of all kinds with more than sufficient time to react, and increases his body's adrenaline output. He can judge the severity of the danger by the reaction. It is directionally based, he knows exactly where it is coming from. He can also tell the nature of the danger, meaning that he knows exactly what is threatening him. He is also able to detect when his mind is being read, by who, and if close enough, where they are. He can also distinguish things like if it is a new threat, or one that he has faced before whether it was one encounters or several. The danger can be major such as a bomb, or minor, such as a camera watching him while he's changing. It also does not react to people she doesn't see as a threat, such as Felicity Blaze or Shawn Blaze. Because he is part symbiote, Eric has the ability to detect symbiotes with him Spider-Sense, unlike Melanie and Benjamin. His sense also extends to a farther radius than that of Spider-Girl’s, Spider-Man’s, and Mayhem’s. So long as he has something to go by, Eric can track down and find someone that is cities—or even states—away.


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■■ N/A.

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■■ Fire: Eric can be significantly weakened or killed by fire.

■■ Sonic Waves: Eric can be significantly weakened or even killed by sonic waves.

■■ Electricity: Eric can be significantly weakened or killed by electric shock.

■■ Radiation: Eric can be significantly weakened or killed by certain, if not all types of, radiation.





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■■ Arrogant; Eric is a very arrogant, self-centered individual. It doesn’t matter whether he knows you or not, or what kind of reputation you have, he is automatically assumed to be better than you. He’s very cocky and over-confident, making statements and challenging others even when he knows that he cannot back up his words.

■■ Compassionate; Deep down, and something he won’t admit, Eric is actually quite caring and compassionate. Unlike the other symbiotes in his family line, he shows feelings and emotions towards other people when he’s not in “aggressive mode”. He cares deeply for his family and friends, even if he doesn’t particularly show it. He also has a reasonable level of understanding.

■■ Destructive; However, not all of the symbiotic qualities have escaped him. He has a destructive side, one that likes to cause—pardon the pun—mayhem and disruption. He likes to see things blow up and go wrong, and he loves seeing people that he despises suffer.

■■ Smart-a**; Not unlike his two parents, Eric definitely has a mouth on him. He uses it to distract his opponents and to keep his mind off of whatever he’s doing. He also uses it to get on the nerves of people he isn’t particularly fond of, or to provide humor to those he cares about. He can be quite the clown when he’s not being an arrogant, trouble-making a*****e.

■■ Curious; Thanks to his symbiote, Eric is also, among a lot of other things, a very curious person. He is rather easily intrigued, and finds new things fascinating. He likes learning new things as well as trying them. He also loves learning about the people he meets, more so than a normal person would. He also finds it amusing knowing many different types of people, and tries to surround himself with people different than him and those that he already knows.

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■■ Sports
■■ Hanging with Shawn
■■ Learning things from Mayhem
■■ His “bad a**” symbiote
■■ Scaring people in his symbiote form
■■ Working out with Shawn
■■ Being “cooler than Shawn”
■■ Playing jokes on Felicity
■■ Webslinging and climbing walls
■■ Webbing Shawn’s door shut so he can’t get out
■■ When Shawn comes home from college for visits
■■ Being in control


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■■ Shawn being an a*****e
■■ Mayhem/Felicity being a b***h
■■ Mayhem treating him likes he’s stupid
■■ “Tough love”
■■ Hearing Mayhem and Felicity in their bedroom (or elsewhere)
■■ When his web misses its target and he falls
■■ Being seen as the baby brother
■■ Shawn treating him like a kid
■■ Shawn not having superpowers like him
■■ Felicity being Black Cat

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■■ Being killed
■■ His family dying
■■ Becoming like Carnage
■■ Losing his mind

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■■ Emotions don’t generally cloud his judgment
■■ Fights on instinct

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■■ Has the tendency to become irrationally angry
■■ Over-confident
■■ Can be overprotective

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■■ Eric Zidane Blaze was born the first son biologically connected to Felicity and Lorilai Blaze. He was brought into a life of superheroes—and technically, ex-villains. His mother was the infamous Black Cat, a costume who was once a thief who prowled the rooftops of New York City at night. His father was a clone born from the DNA of Melanie Haelstrom fused with the Carnage symbiote who would become the merciless Mayhem and had a temporary—and misunderstood—reign of terror on the very city his mother burglarized every night. Both had numerous run-ins with Spider-Girl, most of them violent and not that great. Except for when his mom decided it would be a good idea to get involved with the webslinger years before she met his dad. Mayhem also, eventually, calmed down to have an almost sisterly bond with the red-and-blue costumed super heroine. Eric was born the younger brother of Shawn Blaze, the son his mother had as result of a rape when she was eighteen years old. He considered Shawn his protector when he was little, going so far as to call him Spider-Man up until he was old enough to decide he didn’t need “protecting” anymore and he was fine on his own.

Eric discovered his spider—and symbiote—powers when he turned fourteen. Felicity and Lorilai kept it under wraps, forbidding him to use his newfound abilities in public or around anyone that he knew, friend or foe. Felicity, knowing that she had absolutely no idea what to do with a part symbiote child, passed the responsibility of explaining and teaching him everything over to Mayhem. Luckily, Lorilai had an idea of how to deal with it and taught him about what he was. She went down to the very basics, explaining how it happened and why, then taught him how to properly utilize the alien embedded in his DNA. She trained him and taught him everything she knew, including her knowledge of combat and the trickery that she had once used on Spider-Girl—the trickery that almost killed Melanie several times. Then, Felicity took back up on him and taught him the martial arts and fighting styles that she had taught herself back in her teen years. Unrelated to his powers, Eric played a lot of sports and did other things with Shawn in order to keep him from feeling left out while Felicity and Lorilai had to focus on him.

Eric discovered the extent of his abilities one day while walking home from the park with Shawn after a one-on-one football game. Two armed men approached them and forced the two to the ground, threatening the two boys and demanding all their belongings that they currently held on them. Fearing for his own life and growing increasingly angry that someone was threatening the life of his older brother, Eric lost it and officially became Slasher. The symbiote took over his body, bulking him up significantly and allowing him to fight off the attacks. He chased them away from Shawn’s vision and proceeded to slaughter them mercilessly. He never told Shawn what he did, nor did he push to report the incident. That night, the two went home and never discussed what had happened with anyone.

Now Eric attends Midtown High, keeping his alter ego under the radar. He occasionally fights crime, though Spider-Man usually beats him too it. He hopes to one day become an ally or of some sort of assistance to Spider-Man.


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■■ Felicity Blaze / Black Cat; mother
■■ Shawn Blaze; half-brother
■■ Lorelei Blaze; father
■■ Melanie Haelstrom / Spider-Girl; paternal aunt
■■ Mary Jane Haelstrom / Chloris; paternal aunt
■■ Benjamin Haelstrom / Spider-Man; paternal cousin
■■ Carnage; paternal grandfather
■■ Sam Harkness / Venom; paternal great grandfather

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■■Leo Storm; acquaintance
■■Wesley Danvers-Stark; acquaintance
■■Hope Sparks; acquaintance





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■■ Ultimate Cyclops

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■■ Cleared Original

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■■ Channing Tatum

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■■ Talk and Think

[Ultimate Cyclops]

She couldn't cry. Well she could, but it didn't look like she was crying. Without the silky warmth of salty water streaming down her would-be flushed cheeks, without mucus threatening to drip out her should-be scarlet nose, it was as if she was cursing a pain as small as a muscle cramp. An agony so insignificant in comparison to her lost salvation. Voices screamed within her head. Where's your GOD now? The demanded to know, their tone, sarcastic and venomous. A test, she thought. It was the only answer that ever made sense in her life. Her father got sick. It's a test. Her father died. It's part of the test. Mom meets someone new. I passed. It's a gift for Mom. We'll be happy. Terry isn't a father anymore. Another test. His work is never done. He helps us to become stronger. He molds us so that we cannot fail.

"Lord," she sobbed looking up towards the clouds; the droplets stroking her face. "I think I'm strong enough now." Fresh water caressed her cheeks from above. Prove it. A voice taunted her. She pushed herself from the concrete surface and brushed off her bottom. She blinked, a flash of lightning illuminating her enraged, bright violet eyes. She was done lying to herself, done with this higher being. [******** you." She crossed the street and started toward a different direction, a new direction, wiping the blood from her lips onto her sleeve.

Serenity, on the other hand, was continuing her stroll to Tequila Mocking. However, she was seriously considering turning back around and making her way back around to the "good" side of town. Sometimes she found a few good costumers hanging around there, though not much. But it could prove more successful than selling over on this side of the town. She was in a very irritable mood and if someone decided to cross her again, there were a number of things that could happen and none of them would be good for the other individual. Perhaps a change in scenery would do good for her. She started to turn and go the other way, when she caught the very distinct smell of blood in the rainy, night air. She smirked. A potential buyer. She pressed onward then until the figure came into view. The woman was a mess. Blood on her pants, her shirt, smeared on her face. Serenity new the signs of an addict, and this surely was one of them. Though she did seem a little more ******** up than most of her usual costumers, but what did she care?

She wandered down the street, no idea where she was going. Laura didn't go left or right, just forward; and she knew she wasn't turning around any time soon. She began to pass a few more people, who seemed to ignore her haggard appearance. They either didn't want to see her, or didn't care enough. It wasn't as if she was passing hoards of the blood bags, just a few souls here or there. She didn't want to stop, didn't want to think about anything. Like her concerned mother calling the police and demanding to know what had happened to her. Things like what her brother was doing as he slept in his bed tonight. Was he worrying about his big sister?

Her gaze lifted as someone started in her direction, an obvious intent on approaching her. The reaction was the same as the memory. Feet planted to the spot, hands twisting into their fisted knots as her body flared in heat. Sweet nectar. Her eyes closed and she could imagine it, licking and sucking, encouraging it free, calling it forth to her lips. It took a second to find the source, and less than a second to charge her victim. As her body smacked against the oddly hard surface, she knew who she had hit wasn't what she had thought.

Serenity closed her lips and grit her teeth to avoid making a sound when her body was slammed into. She reacted immediately, one hand shoving its heel against her shoulder and pushing her back while her free hand smacked across the pale face of the offender, What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Laura ignored the woman's question, stunned only for a moment by the physical contact she began searching through the strangers clothes. She could smell it. It was there. Her hands trembled as she searched frantically reaching through her leather jacket trying to feel for pockets. She stumbled forward knocking into the tall brunette again, though obviously much lighter, and used this opportunity to take a clear whiff of the person before her. The scent was buried under numerous things, and well concealed. Obviously to protect the prized product.

Serenity grabbed the woman by the front of her bloodied shirt, throwing her back and away in order to by herself more time to turn around and go back the other direction. ******** figures that she would run into trash trying to get to her lover's bar. But then she stopped. The addict seemed to have a keen sense of smell, one that Serenity could possibly use during her trip into the "good" side of town. Sure, Serenity's sense of smell was one of the best, but she also had a lot of other things to worry about being the leader of such a large and organized cartel. There had been even more on her mind once she had caught word that the leader of her drug gang in England had been killed by some jackass vampire. She'd been sent a photo of the a*****e that did it, and she had sent it to everyone involved in her little network of "assassins". Really, it was just a fancy way to say that they were her bitches. That was exactly what they were. If he was seen, he was to be brought to Serenity herself so that she could deal with his useless existance.

Regardless, this filthy vampire's unhindered sense of smell could be useful in acquiring more of the product she so desired. So, with a smirk, she began to walk back in the other direction, without so much as beckoning the woman with her. If she knew what was best for her, she would surely follow.

Two failed attempts. Laura had gotten the picture. After being thrown back, hitting her head against a trash can, some sense fell back into her mangled brain. This person was not going to let Laura have what she needed. This woman wasn't an ordinary human being. Nor was she quite like what Laura had become. She used the trash can to stand herself up. Back on her feet she listened to the clicks of the mysterious stranger's black boots. There was no conscious decision of it, Laura simply followed after her.

[Ultimate Cyclops]

It wasn't until Serenity had crossed the invisible line she had designated that separated the two sides of Willapa City that she finally decided to acknowledge the lost puppy that was still tailing her just as she had planned. It had to be the only thing that had gone right that night, unless you counted the fact that she had thoroughly enjoyed the screams of the family that she had slaughtered earlier. She didn't slow her walk, but rather quickened her pace with a smirk on her lips, "You're still following me?

Her eyes were focused on the brunette in front of her. She continued to follow, a good ten feet behind the tall woman. Was she supposed to answer that question? Laura refused to move her gaze to the ground she walked on, denied her instincts to look down and away, and to stop her feet from stepping after this stranger. And she forced herself to answer, "Yes." Her voice was surprisingly strong.

"Pathetic," she grumbled, though she herself didn't know why she was bitching. She supposed it was because she was so used to doing it, her mind found reasons to keep doing it. She spun around, throwing one hand onto her hip and throwing the other one out in exasperation, "What do you want from me, you intellect-deficient cretin?"

She stopped in her tracks, her eyes crossing paths with piercing electric blue. What was it that she wanted? Laura didn't know what it was, she just knew she needed it. It wasn't a "want" anymore, it was a need. Maybe she didn't need it right this second, but it would grow and flourish into something that could destroy her. She needed it, so she answered honestly. "I don't know."

"Are you shitting me?" the crossbreed demanded angrily, balling one of her hands into a tight fist, "You're following me and you don't even know why?!

"How am I supposed to know? I don't even know where the hell I am!" It was the first time she had used the word "hell." At least since that time when she was 9 and her little brother Luke had stolen her soft baby doll Angela. Then she had told him where he would go if he didn't give it back, because that was stealing.

Oh this is just great. Then again, maybe it was. She could use this completely ignorant woman's apparent amnesia to her advantage. She grinned to herself then, letting her tongue poke out over her bottom lip before she crossed her arms over her chest. Perhaps it would jog her memory if she showed her the merchandise. Turned back and kept walking then, subtly slipping a hand into the inside pocket of her leather jacket as she moved. Ungodly wasn't far from where she was, but she still had a block or two to go before she would be in sight of the large, high-end club. So she kept on, and on, walking until she turned the corner of the street that's sidewalk would lead straight into the line that she could already see was ridiculously long. Perfect. Certainly some of the customers of this place had to hold the blood her business thrived on. So once she could see the club and hear the pounding music, she turned back to the crimson-soaked vampire, retrieving the bag from her pocket and dangling it mockingly in front of her face, "This is what you want, isn't it?"

It was fully exposed. Bingo! She blinked, the scent assaulted her nostrils, they flared. She took a short breath in, and she shot forward. Her brain hadn't registered it. Laura snatched the bag away, surprisingly careful in her frenzy.

Serenity's eyes widened, half in shock and half in anger, and she was quickly grabbing Laura's wrist. She tore the bag from her hand and then smacked the woman again, harder than the first time, "You ******** snatch something out of my hand again and see what happens."

Covering the point of contact, she fell backwards, her butt slamming against concrete. Laura leaned forward onto her knees hopping into a crouched position, palm still holding her stinging skin. Pink pools glowed in dangerous anger, her growl started loud before quieting to a gentle rumble. That....b***h! The mental insult was a peculiar stress reliever. She stood and kept her distance, holding her breath, keeping the smell out.

Serenity was about to reel on her, but was interrupted by the screams of sirens and screeching tires as several police vehicles rounded the corner and stopped short of the entrance to the club. Some entered the parking lot, others by the alleyway. s**t. What is this?

She watched the flood of people emerge from the numerous cars, guns ready and aimed as they shooed people away from the doors and entered. She was extremely unsure on the situation, especially being that Laura had blood all over her. She knew how police worked. She was a vampire, not stupid. Serenity grabbed Laura by her shirt again, dragging her into the nearest alleyway that led around to the back entrance and would eventually come out on the side with the alley that the police car had parked in front of. The cops had probably secured that entrance already. In fact, she was positive they had because she could hear them. But if they were occupied with that, they weren't going to come nosing around on this side of the building. But that also meant that she couldn't get in, at least not until this s**t was over.

Dazed and confused by the sudden commotion she found herself against another brick wall. A door towards her left hung open, law enforcement lingering, ready for anything. And amongst all the blood masses inside the building, a familiar perfume wafted through the air. Laura licked her lips and glanced toward the barrier of guards, and back towards Serenity, who looked upon her with a greedy grin.

[Ultimate Cyclops]

BACK UP ARCHIVE

The owner of the other half wearily lifted her heavy head from the text book it had fallen into, eyelids at half mast over tired eyes before they furiously started trying to blink the sleep from them; surely she could not be seeing what she was. Jonnie was home! Her lips curled into a smile, though she was unaware of the creases her pages had made across her cheek. She could have sworn she had only shut her eyes for a second, just long enough to give her body a taste of what it could experience as soon as her math homework was done. Apparently it had had other ideas, however. And now she was never going to get her homework done, she was never going to get to shower before class the next morning, her professor was going to yell at her and give her a detention, and she was going to live the rest of her life as a homeless person out of the street. Fantastic. But at least Jonnie was home!

Although she was no longer feeling all that tired, she dropped her head back to where it had been resting between numerous algebraic equations – all of which had made her head spin. Smiling to herself, she lifted one arm to drag her fingers through the damp, tangled pony tail she had thrown her hair up into for soccer practise. And what a practise it had been. She hated the rain, really hated it, especially when her favourite sport was called off because of it. But it got worse, she especially hated it when she was forced to run laps and practise kicking and all of that regardless of the weather. She had practically had a forest stuck to her calves and the back of her socks by the time they were done. A cold, wet, muddy forest. It was disgusting, really. Not to mention the grass stains on her uniform, elbows and knees from the number of times her steals had turned into semi-tackles when she had slid on a particularly mushy part of the field. A shower had been her reward for finishing everything she had to do, however, so homework had come first. Then, after about an hour of that, sleep had beaten her to it.

But Jonnie was home! That made up for everything! Everything was better when Jonnie was home! She lifted her head back up, a sheepish smile on her lips now. Then, her face fell. ‘What are they doing here?’ And, more importantly, why were they all wet? The car park was not that far from the boarding rooms, and there was an undercover route between all the parts of the school, if not the whole school itself. And they didn’t look like they had just gotten out of the rain, they looked to have tried to dry off, and a little while ago at that. Jennifer checked the clock on the side table near her head, questioning just what ungodly hour they had finished work this time. She was presently surprised by what she found on its glowing, digital screen, dimmer with the lights on than it would be in the dark. So, it was still early. Early for Jonnie, anyway. But it still left to question why she was home so prematurely from work, and why Felicity and Minky were with her. There was nothing to do but ask.

“Wha--” she stopped herself before she could get any further, voice crackling from disuse. She cleared her throat, holding a few fingers to it a little self-consciously, and then she tried again. “What happened?” The redhead’s eyebrows sunk and her brow wrinkled, frowning even as she slowly sat up, swinging her legs around to the side of the bed closest to the door.

She had always been a little jealous of Felicity, particularly when she had found out just what she did at Ungodly. She had known there was a strip department, of course, but she never would have considered stepping foot in there. Of course, when she went to work with her girlfriend it was to hang out with her more than it was to explore the club that consumed her time. And she liked to think that it kept some of the girls, and guys, off her while she was there, though she knew Jonnie would never dream of letting them do anything. Either way, she had cleaned up the Felicity nonsense for her pretty quickly, promised her that she was straight and that nothing would happen, stripper or not. Jen had really appreciated her for that, loved her for that. Of course, there was nothing she could do about Minky, but she wasn’t worried about Billah.

[Ultimate Cyclops]

BACK UP ARCHIVE

She didn’t want them in her room, really didn’t want them there. She had math homework to do, a couple of assignments to get a head start on, and having all three of them there was going to be one hell of a distraction. Of course, she could always leave and make a bee-line for the library – except for the fact that it was likely already closed. Besides, what message would they send her girlfriend anyway? Sure, she already knew she didn’t like her friends, but for her sake she should at least be able to tolerate and play nice with them, right? Jennifer wouldn’t have cared in the slightest if it had just been Jonnie home early from work, she could have sheepishly asked her for help then, snuggled with her, told her about the horror that was soccer practise in the rain, and even made out with her for a little bit. Though she knew it was wrong, homework really didn’t matter when it was a tossup between that and hanging out with her roommate.

She would have gotten up to hug her if her friends hadn’t been there, after she explained about what had happened at Ungodly. It made everything clear, and she was glad for the fact that she had not let herself become paranoid or worried about just where her girlfriend had been. But “some dumbass” at work? That wasn’t good, though there were dumbasses at her work all the time. It had to have been really bad to have gotten the police involved, and her stomach lurched to think that her girl might have been put in the way of any kind of harm that night. She wanted to hug her and never let go, to ask for more details and obsess over them and how close she could have been to losing her, she wanted to kiss her and make her promise she would never leave her like that. But Felicity and Minky were there, and she wasn’t sure how awkward that would make it.

Jennifer watched Jonnie’s face as she spoke, trying not to spare too much mind for the other two elephants in the room, frowning at the expression on her face. Had she been hurt? Her hazel eyes made a quick sweep of her body, then another when she didn’t find anything out of the ordinary besides the wet clothes that clung to her chest. She swallowed as her eyes finally found their way back up to meet the other teen’s gaze, composing her expression into one of innocence, even as the wrinkles in her brow deepened. Then, finally, all was revealed.

It was really no problem, she had done her laundry just the day before – only, having two other people dipping into the limited wardrobe she kept at the school would undoubtedly mean she would have to do chore again sooner. Then, of course, there was the question of whether or not they would fit. But it could have been worse, they could have been asking her for bras, which definitely would not have worked, though Minky looked in dire need of one right about now. “Uh, yeah, I guess. Hang on,” she stuttered, hastily scuttling off of her bed to cross the room to her chest of drawers for an excuse to not be looking at the blonde who was rapidly losing clothes.

Jen pulled the second, full length drawer open, racking her brain for anything she might have that would fit either of the girls and where she would put something like that. And it was at that moment that Billah decided to criticize their rug. She loved that rug, her father had bought it for her when she had first come to the school, his reasoning being that it would lighten the place up. Her previous roommate had not approved, and now it seemed that she knew why she had had to hide it in her closet until Jonnie had moved in. But she was still far from amused at the outburst, she hated that word. “It’s not that funny,” she told them all scathingly, finding it difficult to keep her irritation in check while they were insulting her and Jonnie’s décor.

Nose wrinkled in disgust for the people Jonnie chose to hang out with, she rifled through her wooden drawers, infrequently finding an article to hold up against her body, doing the measurements in her head as she tried to establish whether or not they would fit. Eventually, she had two large shirts for them, one a soccer jersey – a gift from her mother, this time – that was far too large for her, and another advertising her hometown that they had been sure she would eventually grow into. They had had no luck there, but they had finally found a purpose. The redhead handed them off to her girlfriend, then turned back around to find the requested blanket from the bottom drawer, relieved that Minky would have something to cover herself up with.

“I don’t think I have any pants that would fit you,” she explained apologetically to the blondes that infected her room before tossing the blanket in their general direction and moving back to sit on her own bed. She thought better of that, however, and with Jonnie still standing there, she lifted her arms to wrap them around her girlfriend’s shoulders, giving her a tight hug and an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

[Ultimate Cyclops]

BACK UP ARCHIVE

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She had been to Jonnie’s dormitory before, not often since work usually left it too late to do anything afterwards, but she wasn’t a stranger to neither the room nor the school. The mad dash from the car – she realized with a start that she had forgotten about her own baby back at Ungodly – all her almost-futile attempts at drying herself and her clothing up during the length of the trip were made null. Her hair dripped down her back, soaking her shirt even further and sending shivers up and down her spine, inducing a shivering that she simply could not repress. Felicity had had her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection on their way to the infamous dorm room – housing the even more infamous girlfriend of Jonnie Boyette.

She wasn’t that bad, really. At least in the stripper’s warped, forgiving view of reality. She had seemed nice enough that one time she had met her, if a little shy and quiet. Of course, she hadn’t liked the death glares Billah had gotten from her, but not everyone was fond of Minky’s outrageous behaviour. It was an acquired taste, really, some just took longer to acquire it than others. And apparently Jennifer was determined to take the bitterness on her tongue to her grave. It didn’t bother her friend, as far as she was aware, but it had taken some toll on Jonnie, which was almost unacceptable in her books. But she didn’t know the redhead save for that one, brief meeting. She had no way on contacting her, and it wasn’t really her right to do so anyway. It was her responsibility to cheer her friend up when it upset her, nothing more or less.

As they walked, laughing and yelling obscenities into the heart of the dormitory, the company and the good spirits of her friends warmed her considerably. But her shirt still dripped, annoyingly so, and she wrung the ends of it in her hands as she walked, effectively squeezing the excess moisture out and – unfortunately – onto her shoes. Fortunately she didn’t wear sneakers to work – at least not when she wasn’t working behind the bar. She had changed them for that, and then when they had gotten wet, she had exchanged them for the flip-flops she usually came to work in. Every step saw more water being squished out of them, almost as if they held a whole lake inside. But she could hear the squelching coming from the shoes of the other girls, and she was glad that she was not in their shoes, literally. Half way down the hall she removed her own anyway and continued on barefoot.

Felicity hadn’t given much thought to what exactly Jennifer would be doing at that time of night, and as they reached the door she had made a quick prayer – it was a Catholic school, after all, and God wouldn’t know the difference, would he? She doubted it – that the redhead was studying in the library or doing whatever it was she did when she wasn’t taking up space in her best friend’s bedroom. Apparently she was far too removed from her parents’ way of life now that God was deaf to her calls, she didn’t care either way, though it would have been nice for some quiet – or not so quiet, she wasn’t picky – alone time with her friends. But there was Jen, recognisable by her mop of red hair, and seemingly just having been woken up by their thoughtless intrusion. She followed Jonnie and Minky inside dutifully, breathing an exhausted sigh once they were sealed inside.

After that, the first thing she did was sit down on the ground, too tired to stand and too wet to consider Jonnie’s bed as a place to rest any of her body parts. She leaned her back against the wall and closed her eyes, legs outstretched in front of her and head tilted back, jaw slack. She could have fallen asleep right there, all the energy from the corridor has dissipated into thin air. ‘That’s Jen for you,’ the little devil on her shoulder, aka Billah Carvel, remarked with a snide little smirk that brought a curling to her own lips.

“Uhh, yeah, I guess. Hang on,”

At that, she cracked open her eyes, flashing an exuberant, grateful smile at the redhead who was climbing off a mattress that could hardly be seen under all those text books and sheets of paper. “Thank you, Jen,” she acknowledge the effort a little too enthusiastically, but she wanted this girl to like her, if just for Jonnie’s sake. She started peeling off her shirt then, energy renewed with the anticipation she felt for being able to climb onto Jonnie’s bed once she was dry enough, laughing when she saw that Minky had had the same idea, possibly whole minutes before, judging by her lack of jewellery as well.

At the word, her “adorable” laugh increased in volume, and she pushed herself off the wall and crawled on all fours over to the rug in question, howling with laughter at the hilarity and truthfulness in her friend’s exclamation. “It’s a little funny!” she managed to gasp out in response to Jen’s next words, poking her index finger at one of the flowers. Snickering to herself, she leant her upper body down to nuzzle her cheek against one of them, letting out some very fake moans as she did so. She gave a wink and another soft giggle to the very naked blonde as she scrambled up onto Jonnie’s bed to join her under the salmon coloured, spare blanket, before she even thought about grabbing the shirt from her best friend and putting it on.

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[Ultimate Cyclops]

BACK UP ARCHIVE

"Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
Somebody rip my heart out,
And leave me here to bleed."

Honestly, she had half expected him to chicken out at the sight of all the thick, crimson liquids in their sterile, plastic packs. She had expected – and half hoped – that he would come whining back to her. Her last shouting match hadn’t gotten it all out of her system, she needed to do it again. She needed someone to yell at without fear of consequence. Kris couldn’t touch her, maybe physically, but he wouldn’t. Because where would that leave him then? Down one job and severely short of money for college, if rich on the time he always seemed to be complaining about not having enough of. He was a good worker, she would give him that, but he’d picked the wrong day to be late. Natasha didn’t see that as her problem. What would be a problem was if he came out and split blood everywhere and all the vampires in the bar jumped him. She was caring enough to see that that would be bad, enough to not want it to happen to him. But it was an amusing notion, and a distracting one. Even better would be if Serenity smelt it and, thinking it was her familiar’s, came running. Oh how she wished.

She was only slightly disappointed when he came back in one piece from the little cellar behind the bar, looking very much like he had followed her instructions to the T. What a shame, she had no excuse for yelling at him now. Suddenly, her eyes dropped to his feet, to the hint of sock she could see between his shoe and the hem of his baggy jeans. Rolling her eyes, she damned herself for not assigning a stricter policy on socks. That would have been fun to have had him stripped of those for the night, and getting blisters on his feet from his bare feet rubbing against his sneakers.

Natasha came back from behind the bar after dealing out yet another table’s worth of drinks, starting to prepare the next order before, suddenly, she was being spoken to by the very man – well, vampire – who had ordered the blood. A smirk curled her lips, and she stopped what she was doing and set the vodka bottle down to lean her own upper body across the surface of the bar and closer to the male on the other side. She didn’t recognize him, though he did use her name. But that was usual, she served hundreds of people – humans and non-humans alike – every day, She could not remember all of them. Plus, she remembered with a start, she was wearing a name tag.

“I’m not sure what would possess you to ask such a question,” she raised her eyebrows at him, “And that would be fresh blood under my skin that you’re smelling. And if none of it gets... removed soon enough, I might very well be killing someone,” Natasha directed a glare at the only employee that had bothered to show up for the night, even as he brought out the mug of blood the man had requested. Her eyes narrowed further when the note exchanged hands, but she could always get it off Kris later. “Enjoy your drink,” she gave him a fake, pleasant smile along with a slight tilt of her head, then she was stepping out from behind the bar to get back to her job.

She tried to spend as much time as she could away from the bar then, to avoid both Kris, and the male. While she had gotten through that slightly conversation – if it could even be called such – she wasn’t looking to be bored to tears by some deep and meaningful, woeful life story tonight. Not without Serenity to be making inappropriate motions with her tongue, eyes, and eyebrows at her from somewhere further back. That made conversations like that tolerable. Fortunately, it was easy to stay away from the bar with so many customers instead choosing to take tables and booths tonight. She wiped down the recently abandoned tabletops, trying to recall whether or not different groups had actually paid for their drinks, or if they had taken the opportunity to jump ship and rob her blind while she had been in the back disciplining Kristopher. The thought of that happening just served to piss her off even further.

Eventually she did have to return to the bar, however, to pour more drinks and set down used glasses to be washed and put away for later use. She wasn’t going to start the conversation back up with the man, however. He could do that himself if he wanted to talk. Instead, she went about her business, wiping the different glasses with the clean rag in her apron pocket.

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She tried to be calm after she left the back room, tried to leave all that negative feeling behind she she slipped out of the little cellar-like room and back into the open of her bar. She took deep breaths, trying not to be do disappointed when her eyes - the ones that immediately went in search of her lover - found nothing but customers demanding to be served, and even threatening to leave. God she needed that bite. It would turn her day around, and right then it was giving her something to look forward to. Natasha's eyes fluttered closed as her hand came up to rub her neck, letting out a long exhale as she did so. She sunk her nails into the vulnerable flesh and pretended for a moment that they were actually her mutt's fangs, teasing and taunting her. She was careful not to draw blood, lest the other vampires in the bar catch a whiff and decide to jump her.

She was also careful not to look at Kris, or in Kris's direction. She didn't even want to think about the b*****d who had dared to turn up late for his shift. It did, however, make her feel a little better in that docking his pay an hour would also increase her own wage, and that all the work she was doing to make up for the lack of other employees who had also failed to show up was adding to it even further. It almost made her bad day worth it, almost.

The redhead pulled a couple of shot glasses over to her, filling them up as appropriate, and subtly adding a few drops of blood to the mix as had been requested - out of the humans' line of sight, of course. She stacked them onto the tray once she was done, then carried them out on graceful legs from behind the bar. She ignored the angry cries, the shouts for different drinks, save for the cataloguing of each item in her brain. It would save time if she could have all their orders at once, if she could deliver them all at once. Then, she could just sit back and relax and wait for them to finish and either pay up and leave, or order again. Of course that would mean chaos if they all finished at the same time, but Kris could deal with that, she thought with a smirk. And she may finally get to go on a break and sit down and have something to eat. And maybe, if she was feeling up to it, give a call to Serenity that would be far from appropriate in the language she used to tempt her to come to the bar.

Kris had been avoiding any sort of eye contact with Natasha since she had emerged from the back. His eyes had stayed on the shot glasses and other such glass containers that he was working with. When they ordered, he poured. When they shouted about refills, he poured again. When they told him he had done it wrong, he poured it again. He remained calm, like he always did. He never lashed out at the customers or other employees. He was always quiet, polite, and did as he was told. It was that which furthered his confused in why exactly Natasha was acting so hateful towards him. They usually got along. Of course, it was never a perfect relationship but who really had a perfect relationship with their boss? The point was that she never usually acted that way towards him.

But he needed to stop dwelling on it. He needed to worry about doing his job correctly and without flaw. If he happened to mess up, who knows what she’d do to him. Yell at him again. Embarrass him in front of the entire bar. Fire him. There was an entire list of things that she could do to him, and absolutely none of them were pleasant. So he continued on, fulfilling orders. Most of them were simple orders, straight vodka or some type of whiskey shot. But then there were the complicated ones that required him to pull out the tools he pretty much hated dealing with.

He looked up from his latest order when he heard the tiny bell connected to the wooden door chime, signaling that someone had entered. It was a tall, extremely attractive, dark-haired male. He made his way straight to the bar and Kris smiled despite himself. Maybe he could actually get in a conversation with this guy, unlike the other patrons. But of course, he had no such luck when the male made his order and went to talking to the people sitting at the bar with him. Kris frowned. He knew what that order was. He’d never served it before, though. Usually they ordered it from Natasha or another employee. But tonight, he was pretty much the only option while the redhead was busy strolling around and giving drinks to those at the tables and booths.

Luckily for him, Natasha came back behind the bar just in time for him to turn to her with a frown, ”Miss Brandon? I’ve got a blood order, the guy over there. Dark hair.”

Her first instinct was to beat him over the head and feed him to the vampire. But, she grit her teeth and forced herself not to waste a whole glass on breaking his skull today. She fixed him with a glare instead - if only looks could kill. "The blood is in the back. Make sure you heat it up to 98.6 degrees, then serve it in a mug. Make sure you look at the bag to see what type he wants as well," she told him simply, briefly, no traceable amount of emotion in her voice. She smirked to herself; Good luck.

He stared at her for a moment. Really? He had never handled the blood before, ever, and here she was, demanding that he do it. He stepped away from the bar and nervously made his way to the back where she had just been screaming at him in. He searched through several different crate and cabinets until he found what he was looking for. The man hadn't specified a type and he wasn't about to march back out there and ask. The vampire would just have to deal with it. He plucked out a random pack, frowning when he realized he now had to find a mug. He sat the blood pack down and went in search of the ceramic cup Natasha had instructed him to use and when he found it, he went straight to the microwave. He poured the blood into the mug and heated it up to what he assumed was the desired temperature. He groaned aloud at the smell, cursing Natasha's name as he made his way back out into the bar. He resisted the urge to shoot her a pointed glare and instead walked over to the brunette male who had ordered such a thing. He sat it down in front of him and smiled, "There you go, sir."