Marvel : Avengers Assemble

[Catastrophic]

{{I'm about to disappear for a little while but feel free to begin now without me! ^.^
Accepted the quote is fine}}

[haru.kato]

A n a s t a s i a . Z e r o G
Age; 22
S i n g l e
Tagged; Open

Anastasia tapped her foot rapidly as the elevator moved up, the thumping growing louder as her density slowly grew, soon shaking the large metal box with each blow her foot inflicted.

"Miss Moldovanu please stop that." Agent Hill scolded her, fingers pressed against the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

"Îmi p-pare rău!" Ana stuttered out as she began fidgeting with her fingers.

She couldn't help how nervous she was. She'd been training extremely hard the past few months she's been here, and with Agent Hill's training she been learning at an exceptionally fast rate. But today Maria decided it was time for Anastasia to meet the Avengers. So with a quickened heart beat she stepped onto the elevator at Stark tower and prayed she wouldn't do anything stupid.

A g e n t M a r i a H i l l
Age; 33
S i n g l e
Tagged; Open

"Engleză Ana. I know you're nervous, but if you suddenly forget English and go on a tangent in Romanian then you'll most definitely confuse the team."

Maria sighed, who's idea was to put her on baby sitting duty? She had so many better things to do than give this brat a tour.

Looking to her left she observed the Romanian girl, long brown hair, purple 'PINK' brand t-shirt, fitted grey sweatpants, and pink converse floating 3 inches off the ground-

Wait-

Maria grabbed the girls shoulder and pulled her back down to earth before crossing her arms back over her chest.

Biting her lip she stared forward and, though the agent wouldn't admit it, was currently nervous beyond belief. The last thing she needed was this girl going nuclear and 1) making herself so dense she takes one step and crashes down through 50 floors of this brand new building or 2) shifting the gravity in the room so that everyone floats with her.

Maria Hill closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

'Everything is going to be fine Hill, keep your cool and she'll keep hers'

The shield agent was going to need a lot more than a Tylenol and a deep breath to get her through this day.


{îmi pare rău=I'm sorry
engleză=English}

[jabberwock]

:: Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ ::
Tyra Kari Iðunndotter
"My mother decided to punish me. Tyra, my first name, means "like thunder". It was to honor the prince, Thor, even though we barely ever visited the palace. My middle name, Kari, means "purity", which is one of the many things my mother, Iðunn, stands for."
:: Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ::
Kari
"I go only by my middle name. The first is rather embarrassing."
:: Sᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏ Nᴀᴍᴇ ::
Mimic
:: Aɢᴇ ::
Her body looks to be around 22, though she is a lot older.
"I am half Asgardian. What do you expect?"
:: Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ::
Female
:: Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ::
Heterosexual
:: Pᴏᴡᴇʀs ::
Mimicry- the power to recreate any skill after having it demonstrated for her. This includes things like sports, languages and simpler things like baking a cake.
Absorption- the ability to absorb a limited amount of somebody's powers with a touch. It causes no affect to the host but can often wear her down.
Immortality- after being blessed by her mother, Kari is not affected by old age. Though, she is not as strong as her pure Asgardian peers.
:: Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ::
For a start, Kari is pretty clueless about the ways of the Midgardians. Because of this, she can often be seen teaching herself things through a book or computer (one of the few things she has learned to navigate). She's not exactly a very open person, nor generally pleasant to be around. A little hot-headed and a lot stubborn, many try to stay out of her way when she's in a bad mood. It takes a lot to make her smile but, if any person does, they'll see her trying to cover it up.
:: Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ::
Kari was born to her goddess mother in Asgard some hundreds of years ago. Of course, she wasn't like the other Asgardian children and that was clear early on. It was a lot easier for her to get injured and sick. Oftentimes, a slight pain would have her mother imprisoning the young girl inside for fear that it was serious. For this very reason, Kari strove to be better than her peers. Luckily, her mother being the goddess of youth, her ageing was able to be slowed to an Asgardian rate and then stopped completely when she reached an age she liked. She never found out who her father was, but she became very interested in that Midgardian side to her lineage when she reached adult age. Eventually, she decided that she would journey for a time in the Midgardian realm and this eventually led to her joining the Avengers. She still doesn't know all that much about this realm but she is willing to learn.

:: Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ::
Iðunn, goddess of youth and purity.
:: Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ::
Some Midgardian her mother fell for. She doesn't even know his name.
:: Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ::
None that she knows of.
:: Oᴛʜᴇʀ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ :::
Her stepfather, Bragi, god of music.
:: Cʀᴜsʜ ::
Open
:: Sɪɢɴɪғɪᴄᴀɴᴛ Oᴛʜᴇʀ ::
Open
:: Cʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ::
Nope

[lokison]

(Joining)

[KiraTamaru]

Wade waited near the elevator, he knew there were two women in it right now and he couldn't wait to meet them! "Wait wait wait, are you telling me that my actions are going to be contained by words?! Does anybody else know that?!" He said (yes, but you can't go blabbing it to everybody!) Said one of the voices in his head "awww come on! No way! How can words properly portray my super awesomeness?!" He proclaimed

(They will have to do! Now shut up and wait for the pretty ladies to get here! I bet they will totally kiss you!) [I don't know, women tend to have the opposite reaction last I saw] "yes but I can totally dream!" And at that he turned his attention back to the elevator as it opened up "Ladies! Keep calm, there's enough of me to go around! But go ahead and fight for me if you really want" he winked to Ana.

[quark quack]

Simon had managed to get a whopping two minutes of sleep throughout the course of the night. He’d somehow stayed up, telling himself that he’d go to bed ‘after this page’. However, once he started another page – as he inevitably would – he found that he couldn’t stop until he completed it. Coding was an addiction, and he was determined to create the best one he possibly could. Even if that meant staying up until he passed out at 6:58 in the morning so that he could get up at 7:00.
Simon appeared even more disheveled than usual. His hair, which was usually curly, had turned into a wavy mess upon his head. He tried to fix it before leaving, but it was hopeless. He was in a rush anyways, and didn’t have time to don his preferred attire, instead sporting anything that was within close proximity to his bed, which ended up being a faded pair of jeans and his maroon MIT hoodie over a black shirt with an image of the sun from Dark Souls. Great game.
Simon grabbed a glass bottle containing Starbucks coffee from his fridge, and quickly scurried outside. He wasn’t quite sure where his tennis shoes were – they had a way of roaming about the house – so he’d thrown sports slides over his socks. Even though he’d never played a sport a day in his life, they were comfortable and practical for times like this. He closed the door to his apartment quickly, frightened that others might see the mass of wires and tech in side.
He didn’t have much room in his place, but he certainly used the space that he possessed. A nuclear reactor in the closet powered a supercomputer in his room, which was cooled with water from the shower. It was essentially a makeshift lab, made with miscellaneous parts that Simon himself could hardly remember the origin of. Half of it was also illegal, but he was fortunate enough to live in a shady neighborhood where people weren’t very bright and happenings beneath the law weren’t uncommon.
Simon ran to the bus stop as quickly as possible, and caught the attention of one of the large machines. He slipped inside, biding his time as the vehicle took him to the correct part of town. Although Stark Tower could be seen from any point in the city, Simon never grew accustomed to it. The building itself was a marvel of engineering, and he could only imagine what went on inside of it. Well, it appeared that today he would finally find out.
The bus reached its destination, and Simon walked out onto the street. He hesitated, staring up at the massive building in awe for a few long moments. Then, with obvious hesitance, he walked inside.


Slava had left Simon to fend for himself this morning. She typically drove him around, since he didn’t yet have a driver’s license, but he’d promised the night prior that he’d take a bus. So, with that responsibility off her shoulders, she had focused on getting sleep. A lot of sleep. Half of her time was spent sleeping as a result of projection anyway, but she hardly got rest during that period. Slava was always drowsy to some degree, and no amount of rest could change that.
Thus she still looked like she was half-awake after twelve hours of sleep. She, like Simon, didn’t bother to wear formal clothes this morning. She instead sported a loose t-shirt for her favorite band, ytpo. Being out of a nowhere town in Russia, she really had a thing for the post-punk bands in the area, even if they’re music was trippy and caused her cousin migraines.
Slava did, however, fix her hair. She wasn’t running late, as Simon was. Nay, she had awoken on time, like a responsible person. Not that she should be expected to be responsible, her typical disposition was too exhausted for that. After throwing on black sweatpants and sneakers, she went to her vehicle, which was a tiny smart car. Most people scoffed at it because of its size, but Slava thought that it was adorable, and her cousin was kind enough to upgrade some of the tech in it.
Slava drove cautiously, trying to not be squashed like a bug in her midget of a car. She parked a few blocks away from Stark Tower, which was so immense that she could barely see the top. Upon exiting the car she walked the remainder of the way, once again being cautious around all of the traffic. It was a bit crazy in this part of town, but these Americans were nothing compared to the insane drivers of her homeland.
After a short walk she entered the tower, and took the stairs. She didn’t really trust elevators – simple mechanical contraptions such as those weren’t typically reliable back at home. She assumed that Simon was already there, and thus didn’t wait on him before staring the very, very long ascent.

[La Esmeralda]

Thor returned again from Asguard, as he heard that The Avengers were needed again. He was wary of all the usual chaos in Asguard and now Earth's affairs were not as bad . he walked into the headquarters and sat in the meeting room ,to await what Fury had for the team.

[lokison]

(Oh I'd love for Thor and Mordeci to meet up. Of course they'd already know each other as she met him the first time when the Avengers were set up lol plus she has a crush on him)

[sagittarius.]

Natasha Romanoff || Downtown NY || Tags:: No one
Natasha had been busy. It was a well known fact that when the avengers did not need her she would tend to embark on her own scheduled assignments. She was never still, of course she's the Black Widow, so how could she be? The last few months had been somewhat of a task for her, but this was not due to certain endeavours that had taken place in them, of course not, but this was due to more complex feelings of emotion she was unable to fathom in to constellation. Yet once she had arrived back in to the city she had grown somewhat fond of, not that she would admit it, she felt more relaxed.
Donning casual attire with but a trace of black leather beneath it and her trusty walther tucked behind her belt, she stepped out on to the streets of down town New York. Nothing seemed to be going on recently, as she would have known as the red head would have been called upon via the intercom placed in her inner earlobe. She did however this was to be the case somewhat later on and that she should probably check up on her colleagues, yet for now she just wanted to take in the fact that she was finally home, or the closest she had to it by any means.
Natasha never usually had time for the petty things in life, and despite the fact that everything had been so peaceful she was more than well aware that this would not be the case for much longer and that these nicer things in life would have to wait for now. Despite being late spring the air was somewhat cooler than would be expected of a typical day, but it was pleasant on her skin. It reminded of her childhood in Russia, creeping out of the red room on occasion to watch the ballerinas, the memory was bitter sweet, yet her face portrayed little the emotion she felt, something else she had picked up from the red room.

[La Esmeralda]

( Sure he just walked into sheilds hq )