[interesting, ill make my character up until i find an idea]

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Name: Hittori Muzumashi

Age: 21 (+200)

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Pic

Attire: Pic; with combat boots

Personality,: Calm, coolheaded, composed, isn't easily impressed or angered

Strengths: His overall samurai abilities

Weaknesses: His limited knowledge of the modern world

Power: Metal/Magnetism Manipulation

Drawback: His body possesses some metallic properties and that's his greatest weakness. Due to that his body rusts when exposed to great amounts of water and oxygen and it melts when it is continuously superheated.

Backstory: Hittori Muzumashi was born and raised in ancient Japan under the rule of shogun Minoru Muzumashi. Being the only son of the next shogun, he was educated accordingly following the ways of the royal family. Shortly after his 5th birthday, Hittori was led towards the path of the sword. His natural talent at swordsmanship and his amazing prowess made him join the royal guard at 15. By the time he reached 20 he was made commander. He became famous throughout the whole country.

However, the shogun was a vile and cruel tyrant. His laws and policies were unjust. This made him to be feared and hated by the people. A group of samurai formed a rebel alliance that planned to overthrow the shogun.

Hittori himself was at the head of the alliance. His father's ways displeased him and he planned to put an end to them.

Upon discovering that his son was conspiring against him, the shogun had Hittori's fiancée, Megumi, killed and he ordered for his son to be beheaded. Hittori had been out hunting when all those happened. Up;n returning home, he discovered Megumi's severed head hanging from his doorpost.

It was then that something in Hittori snapped. Blind with rage and grief, Hittori took his horse and began riding towards his father's palace. His blade was sharp and his heart was full of vengeful desire. He was going to kill his father himself.

It was winter, the coldest time of the year and it was raining heavily that night. Hittori's horse spurred forward and Hittori held on, oblivious of the rain that was soaking him to the bone. Unfortunately, the shogun's archers had been waiting. As he neared the shogun's gates, deadly arrows rained down on him. He was viciously impaled and he fell from his horse. His limp body dropped into a nearby river and sank to the very depths. Down there, the terribly low temperature caused his body to be frozen.

200 years later, on the day the meteorite hit earth, Hittori was freed from the ice. He still had his youthful body but he knew nothing of the world in which he had woken up and of the powers he now possessed.

He was found by the Rogues and was taken to SCC. They tended to his wounds and taught hi everything he needed to know about the modern world.

He then became a Rogue too. The idea of killing innocent people and destroying for the sheer pleasure of it appealed to him. Though he was reborn, the wound in his heart hadn't disappeared.

Name: rogue

Age: ???

Gender: male

Physical Description: pic

Attire: pic

Personality: silent, calm, expressionless

Strengths: strong physical abilities

Weaknesses: a lone wolf, or to be simple he always works alone

Power: not yet known, but signs appear to be eagle eye [can see something very far away] , making him see something in very high detail [breathing patterns, temperature, wrinkles, expressions etc.]

Drawback: if used too much it will strain his eye, but if forced it might have a chance to blind him

Backstory: ???

[holler me if something is too op]

Name: Hinata Muzumashi

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Stands at about 6"2', with a lean build and cream colored skin. He has electric blue eyes and matching colored hair that spikes up in every direction.

Attire: A blue Kimono that's sleeveless on the right side, and black sandals.

Personality: Headstrong, simple minded, and tends to wear his heart on his sleeve. He can be extremely stubborn when he sets his mind to something, and gets angry rather easily. He has a gentler side, as he loves nature and animals, and gets embarassed about his first name due to it being more common as a girl's name. He has a very big heart and is very forgiving, and even more gullible. He considers his friends to be a valuable treasure, and will defend them at all costs.

Strengths: Hinata is selfless, and loyal to a fault. His stubbornness translates to great endurance and mental fortitude in combat, able to take superhuman levels of mental, emotional, and physical abuse.

Weaknesses: Acts very rashly, letting his emotions dictate his actions rather than sound reasoning. He gets frustrated very quickly when his usual 'hit it till it falls' fighting style doesn't work. He never willingly runs away or gives up, even if it's the best possible option.

Power: Able to generate and manipulate Electricity in all it's forms.

Drawback: If he overuses his powers, he becomes completely paralyzed from the neck down until his energy is restored, which he can do quickly by absorbing electricity from things around him. The only other ways are sleep or simply waiting for eight hours.

Backstory: He is a direct descendent of the Muzumashi Family, and was taught from an early age the Sword Techniques that his ancestors had perfected over the years, along with how to control his powers. He was never very good at any of that though, and was always considered the failure of his family in comparison to his older brother, Mukuro, a true prodigy who became a Valkyrie at the young age of thirteen after graduating from the program early. His parents often ignored him in favor of Mukuro, but despite that, Mukuro was always kind to him. When he was only eight years old, his family received news of his brother's death at the hands of a notorious Rogue who always alluded capture, known simply as "Black Hand".

Crushed yet filled with a revenge driven determination, Hinata began training harder, but was still never able to excel like his late older brother, even with all the family's attention now on him. He tried every day to become strong like Mukuro, but even when he did make progress, it was never good enough for his family. He tried every year from Eight years old onward to graduate, but every year he failed, filling himself and his family with more dissapointment.

Due to his excessive failures, Hinata was permanently branded with the Kanji for 'weak' on his right shoulder as a reminder of all the times he wasn't good enough, and sent away from the Family estate to live with a kind elderly man who was also branded and tossed out of the Family like garbage. Hinata overtime began to love the man like a second father, and the man taught him things such as the history of the Muzumashi Family and it's hatred-filled past, that all started with the murder of Great-Great Grand Uncle, Hittori Muzumashi. Hinata had been taught by his parents that Hittori was a wicked traitor that wanted to overthrow his father and become head of the family due to greed, but the man, who went by the name of Ashura Muzumashi, knew the truth.

He graduated from the Valkyrie program at the age of fifteen and placed in the bottom half of his class, his peers labeling him a loser and a failure much like his family did. But still he never lost his smile, and often pretended to brush off all the insults like they were nothing, no matter how much it emotionally hurt him. He hides the scar by covering that part of his shoulder in white bandages that wrap all the way around it, and uses it as drive to grow strong enough to make his family proud for once. He wants to track down Black Hand as well, in order to avenge Mukuro and prove his worth.

He chose to abandon using his sword after the Muzumashi essentially disowned him, and instead uses his powers and his fists to fight.

Name: Adrian Smith

Age: 19

Gender: male

Physical Description: pic

Attire: pic

Personality: morbid, psychotic, dark sense of humour and never smiles, he believes that when the world gives him a reason to then he would be the first.

Strengths: Adrian may seem like the untrustworthy type, the sociopath but in reality, he is undyingly loyal with a safe created just for others secrets. But no one really knows that for they wont even go near a guy like him. Adrian's unique sense of fighting comes with a benefit of no injuries and if he does the chain on his hand heals them.

Weaknesses: Adrians strength is also his weakness, because he is as loyal as he is he would die for anyone no matter the person.

Power: Adrian can manipulate any sort of metal, preferably the chain around his right hand, but the catch is it has the strength and power of a reinforcement group which he can max to 100%, the best part is that the chain he uses came from his own blood. The power of the chain can heal any wound or injury.

Drawback: but the catch, if he uses that much power for the wrong reason he will die.

Backstory: Adrian is your typical outcast, he keeps to himself, doesnt fret to much and just lets his thoughts go. But of course every story has its beginning. Adrian was 3 when his mother came home one day to find his father with another man, yes, another man. She didnt stay for his excuse and completley cut him out of his life, they ran away together with nothing but the clothes on their back and the shoes on their feet, they moved half way across the state, and stayed on the streets poor and helpless and wanting nothing more then for the world to just end them. His mother had to sell her body to strangers just to get them by.

Adrian hated that, he hated the fact that his mother was dying every single day because of him, because he was to young to do anything. After about two years on the streets his mother finally found a job, they got a reasonably good apartment, but his mother turned cold, from her despair and grief she turned to alcohol for guidance. Those years with his mother, the constant men coming in and out, the shame he felt, and the fact most of the men would come onto him after his mother went to sleep was enough to break a child.

But his life was far from done, at 14 his father found out where they were and kidnapped Adrian. He took him away, far from anyone his mother would know, there was were he told him everything was a lie, where he kept him locked in a room away from civilisation, his father would feed him lies and teach him and tell him things no kid should ever know. It wasn't until he was 16 did he crack, he didnt mean to, but everything his father was doing and the nightmares of his mother just got to much. He cut himself, he wanted to end it all, but the sight of his blood the thought that brought these metal chains to life was the fact that his father and mother, and all the bad people in this world deserved to be chained, deserved to be chained down into the pits of hell to the point of no return. His eyes were red with anger as he put his finger to his mouth and bit down, the blood dripping out formed into a flow and suddenly the blood turned to chains. It took him an additional 2 years to learn how to use it, and he now keeps it around his right hand, there at all times. In those two years he learned how to defend himself as well, which was a smart idea.

On the day of his 18 birthday his father planned something special. Adrian saw red again as his anger flared, there his mother was before his very eyes, but the difference was, she wasnt his mother anymore, both his parents started to come on to him and he was fed up, he didnt want it to end like this but he couldnt control his anger, he killed them both, with the very chain on his hand that he keeps as a reminder for the rest of his life. He swore to rid the world of all the bad things, he found out he was no longer just in the manipulation group but also the specialization but only when his eyes turn red, and only then can he use the reinforcments power maxed to 100% and every other group, the only reason his power is so strong his cause he made an oath, to ever use that sort of power must only be for the sole reason of cleansing the world, and the moment he does use it without the right reason he will drop dead.

((Hope you don't mind me joining. Let me know if I need to change anything))

Name: Charlotte Sage

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Physical Description: *pic*

Attire: She typically wears blouses and skinny jeans

Personality: Loud, whiny at times. She's a showoff, and a bit of a flirt. Compulsive liar.

Strengths: Charlotte is smart, and skilled at manipulating others.

Weaknesses: Though she excels mentally, she is physically pretty weak.

Power: She can create intricate illusions, and not only visual ones. She can make someone hear things in silence, or tase something they've never eaten. She can even manipulate feelings, whether making someone feel a false emotion, or a physical feeling when they haven't even been touched.

Drawback: The more she creates powerful illusions, the more she loses her ability to diffrentiate between the illusion and reality.

Backstory: She was born on some small, far away island; not a very wealthy country, nor well-known. Her mother left her and her father when she was only 3. She can barely remember her now.

Her father was a sailor, and was often away from home for long amounts of time, leaving her alone. She quickly learned how to take care of herself.

Despite his frequent absense, she loved her father, and never faulted him for anything, not even leaving her, a small child, for weeks at a time, expecting her to be able to manage without him. He often brought home trinkets from his travels, which she treasured and brought with the everywhere in a little backpack.

She practically worshipped her father, and wanted to be just like him. She would beg him to let her come with him on his voyages, but unfortunately, the sailor superstition of women on ships being bad luck prevented him from saying yes.

A little thing like parental permission wasn't going to get in her way, however. When she was fourteen years old, she snuck onto his ship and stowed away for the voyage, nothing with her but her backpack of trinkets and enough food to last maybe a week. She'd creep about at night, careful to remain unseen, and enjoy the smell of the sea, the wind on her skin, the sounds of the ocean.

Three days into the journey, a massive storm struck. After about 20 minutes of sailors scurrying about on the deck, trying to keep the ship afloat, it was struck by lightning and sank.

She doesn't remember what exactly happened after that. All she remembers was washing up on the shore. She didn't know how long it had been since the storm, but she did know that her father hadn't survived.

She'd feared the ocean ever since.

She was found and taken in by a man, a brothel owner. He was kind, however, and didn't force her to work for him. He took care of her, raising her as if she was his own child, despite the fact that she refused to speak a word for a whole year after he took her in. When she finally did start speaking again, it was with the strage, sing-song accent of her home.

((So when are we starting this??))

(Idk)

(when will we start?)

(Oh, my bad, i'll start it now.)

"Which one should i take today?" Hinata wondered, arms crossed and blue eyes focused on the huge board occupying the wall in front of him. The board was digital, like some super sized tablet, and numerous tabs floated around on the screen as if it were some data ocean, each of them seperate missions with a description on what it was about and estimated difficulty.

"Oooh, that one looks cool!" He beamed, tapping one of the floating tabs. The Tab opened, and Hinata's eyes quickly went to the difficulty and location. "Two or more Valkyrie's required..located in PARIS!?" He groaned. "I can't Lightning Travel that far without burning out....and i don't even know anyone who's open to go all thay way..." Hus eyes drifted back up to the summary. "Suspected Rogue, Jack The Ripper, able to grow and manipulate bladed weapons anywhere on his body....that sounds like a fun opponent..." He then grinned.

"Then it's decided! I need to find someone to join me on this mission!"

Charlotte had been on her way to the mission board to find something to entertain herself with when she spotted Hinata. Grinning, she crept up behind him, then reached up to cover his eyes with her hands.

"Guess who?" she challenged, before dropping her hands and moving to his side, not giving him a chance to actually guess. "It's me!" she said, spreading her hands extravagantly.

Laughing, she turned her attention to the board. "What are you up to?" she asked, clicking a random tab and scrolling through the details before making a face and closing the tab again.

Rogue is preparing to sortie, he checked his sniper, his pistols, extra magazines, once finished he met with a fellow rogue who is goin to paris to get a job done, "find jack the ripper," he silently whispered as he entered a black hawk (a stealth chopper) after a couple of minutes the heli landed on an open area near the city of paris, covering his weapons with cloth he walked to paris with his hood down, then he activated his skill, detailed info appeared in his eyes, "there you are"

"Nothin' much, just looking for a mission," He replied after she introduced herself, "I think i found one i'm gonna do, but the requirement is two or more people." He then grinned, eyes lighting up. "You feel like fighting a human blade guy in Paris?" He paused, before adding, "i'll buy you some fries."

Charlotte pretended to think about the offer, even though she was already sold. "Alright, I guess I'll go." she agreed. "But let's get one thing straight; I'm doing this for the fries, and absolutely no other reason."

((Interest caught, hope there's room for one more!))

Name: Alex Oakly/ Crowley Oakly ((To be explained)).

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Pic

Attire: Anything that he finds suitable for himself. Or rather anything that, and quote, "The Me in my head" wants.

Personality: Alex isn't what most would call a bad person. But he isn't what would be referred to as a good one either. Though he is constantly nervous when opening his mouth to speak, he has always had a way of hiding it simply because of the way he worded things. He's a constant thinker, so he literally picks every word carefully. Yes, he speaks like everyone else but there's always something going on in his head before he speaks a single word. He's fully capable of being a complete asshole when he feels that he needs to be but he's actually a decent person in all. Despite that, he enjoys being around people because he feels that if he isn't, he's alone. And he hates that feeling so much. It's bitter to him, cold and painful without reasoning. Further more, he has a love for writing and describes himself as--"Just a writer that thinks to much and sleeps to little." He has a thing for books and reading as well as painting and pianos and can be extremely persuasive. But that's Alex.
But the second half of this is none other than Crowley Oakly. Crowley is the lie inside the truth. The salt in the sugar and the poison in the antidote. He's the "Most unreliable big mouthed smartass plus piece of shit that I've ever come to know in my entire life--" as Alex would describe him. But Crowley can be dangerously deceiving. This occurred and developed prior to the meteor crashing. A power that twisted his mind into something to not be reckon with. And plus, he likes to fuck with people anyways. He doesn't exactly favor the sounds of a piano, but rather the violin. He feels as if they have a more sinister sound in which he likes.

Strengths:
Alex's:Though he's obviously not the perfect person, he does have Will if that counts for anything. He has knowledgeable smarts, actually more than people give him credit for really. He's a decent Mixed Martial Artist and is very creative when trying to get himself out of sticky situations.

Crowley's:He knows almost everything Alex knows, ((the "almost" with be explained in ties to his power)), but just as he's nothing like Alex what he considers as "strengths" is differential. He's a good strategist and has a few good "investigation" skills as well. When he "takes over" ((will be explained in bio as well)) he has inhuman strength.

Weaknesses: He HATES....spiders.

Power: This power is something that he likes to call "Gamble Talk", being that it has a certain percentage of working. Now this power is something that's different from the typical "superpowers" that one might think of first. This power is complicated, and he has little to barely any control over it at all sometimes. "Gamble Talk" gives him the ability to manipulate persuasion according to his needs and wants at the given moments. He can twist words in a way that would seem most convenient to someone. The "Voice" of the Gamble Talk is smooth and unwaveringly calm version of his own voice. Alex has come to find that this "Voice" tends to know things that he doesn't about other people and uses it to it's advantage when needed. Names, past history, secrets. Again, things that he shouldn't know and that connects to other people. Every and anything he can use to get himself out of a rock and a hard spot. But the trick to this power is that it only can be triggered by a question(s) and eye contact from and with other people, and in order for him to use it to what he assumes to be full extent, and it can usually be used to sway conversations and basically gets what he wants. When activating his power, there is usually a warm invisible aura that floats around him that people can feel and gives him an edge, though it isn't exactly a physical warmth, but more of a mental warmth triggered by the nerves in the brain. But what he doesn't know is that the voice is only a improvised fragment of the power's actual capability while the rest his locked away from him and rendered unavailable. To him, that is.

Crowley, on the other hand, has a much more darker version of what Alex's uses as well as the actual power that Alex received after the meteor had crashed. He also found out how to use it before Alex even had a clue. He holds the flip side the Gamble Talk. Deceit. He calls it "The Devil's Voice". When he speaks, he's able to pull the worst memories from other people through eye contact to a certain degree. He can twist the truth to any degree that he desires, the truth that he can draw out from people's minds using the true side of Alex's power, the power being Telepathy, or a form of it atleast. An advanced level of it at that, while Alex hasn't even scratched the surface of what he could actually do. But not even Crowley is able to use all that the power has to offer. When Crowley uses his version of their power, instead of a warmth that is felt, it's more of a chilling mental cold that the brain activates.

Drawback: While the "Gamble Talk" is quiet the extraordinary ability, it does have it's drawbacks. While using this power, Alex usually ends up with a brain splitting migraine when he uses it for to long, not to mention that it feels as if it burns his vocal chords if he reaches his limit. But that's far from all. After using the Gamble Talk, he is unable to speak at times, and he has only small portions of memory on what he said while using it, which can get him in quite the situations at times. Another major draw back is that he loses some of his memory for a while, mostly until the migraine disappears, which can take up to hours, even days sometimes to where he slowly regains pieces of his memories back.

Even with Crowley being more efficient in using their power, he also has his backfires. The more he uses his ability, eventually the more he will began to lose his touch at it. Not only that, but each time he abstracts someone worst memories he feels their emotions as well. Which is something he dreads and despises, but also can use to his advantage. He gets a lesser version of Alex's migraines as well and his tongue feels as if cigarettes are being burned out on it after he over uses it.

Backstory:

Alex's Journal: Entry 1
Wednesday November 5th, 2009

Well, uhh...I'm sort of new at this and i'm not sure how this works, but i'll just go with my gut feeling on this because they say it helps get a lot of your mind. So..err, i'm Alex Oakly, and i'm 13 years old, born on the 13th of January. I'm 5 ft 3 with black hair and blue eyes. I like to read books and watch shows like CSI and stuff. Blue is my favorite color and well, as you can probably tell by now hopefully, i'm sort of smarter than I should be for my age. My favorite foods are pizza and hamburgers and I like to eat a lot of fruit too. A little about myself is when I was around 9 months old, my grandma tried to flush me down a toilet, which failed because I was unlucky enough to be saved just in time. Hoo-ray for me. Yeah, no. From what I know about my time as a child ((Which is different from being a "kid")) , I was born in and lived Trenton, New Jersey with my.....parents, if that's what i'm suppose to call those monsters. Some parents they are. I guess this is the part where I start venting right? Right. I'm positive that I hated those sorry sacks of evolved shit since birth, pretty sure of that. The funny part is that I don't even know them. Never have. But I can never forget a face and I surprisingly remember what they look like. When I was four years old, my parents threw me in garbage bag and had me on a one way ticket to the junk yard in a bunch trash in the back of a garbage truck. And then they disappeared from New Jersey, never to be seen again. Yeah, I guess I was pretty much trash to them, after all, I WAS a "mistake" in their pathetic sense of life. I LOATHE them. I was found eventually, covered in junkyard BS and probably smelling like a dumpster could take number 2s. I was taken in my some nice folks, my first foster parents, and they raised me from the age of four til now. They are the ones I saw as my parents. It's a shame that they had to go so early. So yeah, that's a little about me and I guess we can leave it at that for today.
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Alex's foster parents, Johnny, an entrepreneur and Melisa Henderson, who was a nurse at a children's school, were the only people that he had truly felt close to. During the four years between the age four and eight that he had spent with them, Alex had actually been quite the prodigy as a child. He seemed to be able to pick up on things faster than most his age would, the only thing being that he didn't start speaking until he was five oddly. Even at his early age he had quite the interest in the concept of music, in specifics, keyboards and pianos. His foster parents always took him to see instrumental performances that were imitations pieces of some of the famous pianists like Amadeus Mozart, Franz Liszt, Arthur Rubinstein, and Ludwig van Beethoven. They gave him mostly everything he wanted, and all he had to do was merely ask at times. And when the answer was no, then he opened his mouth and words came out. Words that seemed to...change their minds. But at the age of 8, the parents that he had grown to love and see as his birth parents left him. They left him all alone in a world that he had to learn about on his own later on from there. He wondered the He ended up being adopted again by Alexis and Logan Parker, who were both psychologists. Granted, they weren't anything like his former foster parents but they were caring. They taught him that everything in the world couldn't be given to him just because he wanted it, and that it would have to be earned if he wanted it bad enough. Though, just like with his last parents, he was able to get what he wanted just by asking. But when he asked to many times, things didn't seem to go his way at all. Unfortunately, Alexis was put into a coma after a car accident that wasn't her fault occurred when she was heading home from work a late appointment with one of her clients. During the months that followed afterwards, Logan had become a drunk in attempt to cope with what had happened to his wife. But he didn't do so without taking some of it out on Alex either. He would beat him. Insult him. Make him feel as if he were the biggest problem that had ever came into their lives, as if it were his fault. And that became Alex's personal hell in his mind. The beatings were something that not only hurt him physically, but mentally as well. They left that feeling of loneliness carved into him. They left questions of why bad things were always happening to him. So many questions of why? Who gave them the right to do that? What was it that made him so different from any other child? Months went by with the abuse from Logan, but he was eventually caught in the act and arrested, leaving Alex to stay at a foster home. But by that time, something had been born from his hell. During his abuse his perception of things had been broken. And that's when he came into existence. A friend that made him feel less alone. And his name...was Crowley.

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Alex's Journal: Entry 99
Monday April 23rd, 2013

My god, if I don't get out of this place I swear i'm going to go insane! It's been a while since I've written anything, but I think that it's time that I start back with it. I really, and I mean REALLY, need something to distract myself. Okay so what have I been doing the past what, three and a half years give or take a few months and weeks? Well, Crowley got me in a mess of all sorts of shit. To avoid the longest three years of my life, i'll just say that I've found out the full extent of his asshole-ish nature as well as a peculiar....skill that I have. The guy's a complete prick and now i'm stuck at one of those mental places where I have to talk about feelings and all of that BS where they keep going over the same questions EVERY, SINGLE, DAY! I need to get out of this place! On the bright side, atleast i'm not by myself in all of this. And Crowley said that he could get us out if I let him take the wheel so I guess by tomorrow i'll let him give it a shot. Oh, and about that skill I was talking about. Turns out that I have a talent for knowing things that I don't know. Well that, and something else. I found out a year ago, but it's like....it's like I can change people's minds you know? Not like mind control or anything, but more like there's another voice. It's my voice, yeah, but at the same time it's not. I can take last week as an example. Crowley...uhh....hurt some people there and we were actually going to end up in the real deal nut house with the restraint jackets and all, but somehow, someway, I was able to "convince" them other wise. Or more like persuade, I dont even know. It's hard to tell. But when I spoke, my voice was calmer than I had ever heard it before. Like I had control of the situation all together. The thing was that I was scared shitless with a fucking cherry on top! Like legit 'way passed scared straight and beyond' type of scared. I was nervous and my mouth was so dry that I didn't even think that I would be able to say anything, but when I opened my mouth things just started rolling out. Words. Sentences. And that's not even the freaky part. I couldn't remember a damn thing that I had said. This has actually been happening for the passed year or so. Or at least, I've finally been noticing it for the passed year or so. It just sort of turns on and off whenever it wants to. So it's either i'm completely insane, or this is actually happening. Which i'm pretty sure it is. I think I might be able to get out of this mess if I can play the cards right. Well, that's it I guess. There's bound to be another update to this crud so i'll keep in touch.
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After he had been rescued from the wrath of Logan, Alex had changed in a way that he didn't recognize, and wouldn't until later on. He and Crowley had become the best of friends, and things were finally looking bright for him despite him not being able to make any actual friends. Until he was blamed for the missing animals in the neighborhood around the foster home that is. Apparently he had been going around and killing the pets of people he didn't like. Which was the most idiotic thing that he had ever heard because he didn't hate animals. In fact, he had wanted one himself. Crowley was the one that they should have been blaming because HE did it. Alex had tried to stop him, and he had tried to tell them that but apparently there was something "off" about him as they put it and he ended up being sent to a psychologist. Which sort of stung at his memories in reminder of his second foster parents. There, he had spoke with the psychologist on many occasions both in and out of appointments and all he wanted was out. He wanted to be left alone, and not have to answer a bunch of stupid questions about how he felt and his past and all of that. So he ended up making that a statement and poof, the sessions ended. Only two months and twenty-nine days after his sessions were over, Crowley hurt someone again. He broke bones. But Alex was blamed for it again and he started to despise Crowley after he was sent off to another mental hospital. At some point before he had been accused for the incidents with the pets in the neighborhood, he found that he had some trouble speaking at times. Not like he was nervous or anything, more like he didn't know how.

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Alex's Journal: Entry 343
Saturday August 10, 2014

So it's been a while since I've gotten back to writing again. A lot has happened, and I've gotten the hang of this magical "Voice" thing now. I've actually found out more about it than I thought I would. And get this, it turns out that there are more people out there sort of like me. Not normal. Different. And not only that, apparently there's the whole "good v. evil" concept revolving around it to. This band of super dickheads that call themselves Rogues go around killing people like they're trying to start a damn war or something. Then there's the good side, the Valkyrie, who use other super people to fight against the dickheads. The irony. By the way, there's this island in the middle of no where that I got taken to. And yes, that means that I met even more freaks of nature like myself. There, we're basically given time to control what we can do so that we can go back into society, Such bull....even with these other people here I still feel different. Like I don't belong. Especially with what I can do. But there is one person that I can relate to a little. A girl named Nina Cave. We're actually sort of friends. Her power's pretty cool too, better than mine at least. She can basically emit her emotions out among a crowd of people and they feel what she feels, and responds in coordination with that. Something like that could come in handy now that I think about it. The thing is, she couldn't really control her power either at first. Like me. She prefers to be called "Mob", based on her power. Which is actually kind of cool considering that it fits the file. But then again, I guess that'll make me "Weasel" if I had to say so myself. HA. HA. HA. And yes, that's sarcasms. Anyways, i'm getting the hang of my own power still I think. I've found out that there's a limit to how many times and how long I can use "The Voice" to the "Gamble Talk". And yes, it has a name to it now thanks to Nina. I found out that if I over exhilarate it, I lose memory. Sort of. So I came to a conclusion that maybe my power has more to do with the brain than anything else that I can think of, so i've been doing a little research on the brain myself. Jotting down notes and all. Speaking of notes, note to self: Keep this journal somewhere on you at all times. I'll definitely need to read over everything just in case I forget more than usual.
P.S.: Watch out for the guy inside of my head. He might try to lock me away again so keep guard. He's still trying to bust down the wall.
P.S.S.: I'm allergic to Tylenol, so stop taking them! They barely help the migraines.
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And now to present time, where Alex is now twenty years old with a generally literal internal warfare going on in his mind, though he's still stable and has to deal with Crowley in his head. Though he prefers to be the neutral chess piece on the board between the Valkyrie and the Rogues, he's a little more towards the Valkyrie at times while Crowley is mostly interested in the Rogues.
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**Note: As stated, Alex's eyes are blue. Crowley is Alex's alternate personality if that isn't clear yet and when he takes control, it could be noticed by the color of Alex's eyes changing from blue to the color that they are in the picture below. Crowley also has a more aggressive style of speaking compared to Alex's as well.

"Fine by me, as long as you share," With that, Hinata shoved his hand inside the hand shaped imprint on a metal device that stood to the right of the Board, as if pushing his hand into the device would somehow make it scan his hand faster, which unfortunately, it didn't. Within moments his name and picture appeared on the screen, and a caption beneath it asking him if he wanted to accept the mission. Tapping the yes option, he waited for the familiar 'ding' of the board confirming his selection before turning to Charlotte expectingly. "Your turn."

"Of course." Charlotte said, stepping foreward and repeating the process, accepting the mission. She looked to Hinata expectantly. "Ready to go whenever you are." she said, crossing her arms.

"Well then, we have three options, then," He held up three fingers to further make that point, "We can take a flight or some other regular way. I can Lightning Travel us half the way and THEN we can take a regular way, or i can Lightning Travel us the whole way and unless you have several thousand batteries with you, you can carry me around until my energy recharges. Take your pick."

She laughed. "You know, I usually do carry several tonnes of batteries around with me, but I just ran out. Darn." she paused, considering. "You sure you can manage half the distance and still have energy to fight when we find the rogue?"

"Let's see here..." Alex said to himself as he approached the board, the strap of a backpack resting around his shoulder. He kept his eyes to the floor until he lifted his head to open a tab to look for a mission that he could take. He had been itching for something to do, more specifically a mission that he could do by himself without having anyone else tagging along. But most of what they displayed were two to three person missions. He let out a sigh. Maybe there would be something for him later on. He supposed Mob could possibly be up for going on a two person mission.

"Or you can, oh I don't know, ACTUALLY USE WHAT YOU HAVE TO GET A BETTER MISSION!" Crowley's voice pointed out from inside his head as if it were as obvious and easy as just that. "I must say, I find it a simple amusement that you are so intent and ambitious on trying not to use the Voice. Oh what do you ever hope to accomplish by doing so might I ask?"

"Shut up." Alex muttered, avoiding looking at anything reflective. Because when he looked into things such as mirrors or windows, he could see Crowley. But not only did he not want to see him, if there was a way, he wouldn't want to hear him either. ["Get lost and leave me alone."]. He said, glaring mentally inside his mind.

"My my, what a unpleasant face to make. And where do you suppose I'd go? I am stuck inside this crammed cranium of yours, unless perhaps you have forgotten that as well?"

Alex had to bite his tongue a little to stop himself from saying something extremely vulgar out loud as an insult. He had already seemed crazy enough, he was sure that adding having a conversation with himself in public wouldn't help much either. He was definitely going to have to find a way to put up some sort of wall between them if it was possible.

"Of course i can! I'm always ready for a good fight!" He exclaimed, his fists briefly crackling with electricity. "So if that's it, then we should get goin'!" He offered his arm. "Grab on."

Adrian sat atop a tall building looking out at the night sky. He smirked slyly to himself as he watched civilians walk to and from destinations. He wasn't a valkyrie but he wasn't rogue either, he was a healthy balance of the two, some times he would cause havoc other times the goody two shoes would ask for help, and right now he was tilting a little on the bad side, feeling like he needed a bit of fun to spice up his life. He stood up and stretched as he admired the Eiffel tower from where he was. He came to Paris about a week before and was leaving in 12 hours, he came here on a mission and he didnt think it would end so quickly so he had spare time on his hands. An idea has struck him as he placed his hands in his pockets and started on his walk over the buildings. 'This just might be the best way to leave the city of lights' he thought

Charlotte rolled her eyes before taking his arm. "I swear to God, If you shock me, I will never talk to you again." she warned with a grin.

Rogue walked until he reached the spot where he found jack, in the shadows formed a man carrying blades, "your the one?" Jack asked rogue nodded then jack told him to go with him which rogue followed. Looking around he noticed they are in a alleyway inside the city, "when did we get here?" Rogue asked himself. Looking over the Eiffel tower he is disgusted but amazed at the same time.

The cool night air blowing over his face felt extremely pleasant. It gently pushed his jet black hair and his kimono back. Various odours from the city below wafted up to his nostrils, but one in particular drew his attention.

The smell of freshly spilled blood.

That would mean the person he had come to find wasn't too far away. Hittori opened his cobalt blue eyes.and looked down at the beautiful city of Paris. All the bright lights made the city look even more beautiful. Hittori had to admit that the world he had woken up in was far more amazing than the one he had left. Humanity had eveolved in quite an interesting manner in 200 years.

From where he was, Hittori could see the entire city. He had chosen the perfect vantage point.

The Eiffel Tower itself.

He was standing on the very tip of the monument. He took in another deep breath, the chilly air rushing into his lungs. His mission was simple; finding and protecting Jack the Ripper. Well, protecting wasn't actually the word since the Rogue could pretty much defend himself. Hittori was actually asked to lend him a hand since it was clear that a good number of Valkyries were after him. Hittori knew he hadn't been the only rogue sent on that mission. Another rogue or two had been given the same mission.

All he had to do now was find the rogues and find the Ripper. But he had been standing there for a couple of minutes but he hadn't found anything yet.

Hittori was pulled from his train of thoughts by the loud sound of helicopter rotors right behind him. Hittori turned around and had to narrow his eyes due to the wind from the rotors that was rushing wildly at him and the bright light from the helicopter that was being pointed at him.

"Monsieur." A loud voice resounded from the helicopter, "Nous sommes la police parisienne et nous vous prions de garder votre calme et de descendre de là."

Hittoru raised a brow. The police? He didn't think anyone had noticed him climbing there. Or maybe it was just a patrolling helicopter that had noticed him. Their reaction was to be expected though. Seeing a man dressed like him standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower at that time was quite an unusual sight. Either they thought he was terrorist or they thought he was a man that was trying to commit suicide. Hittori sighed. The fools were drawing too much attention upon him. People below had stopped and were looking up.

"Je répète, Monsieur veuillez redescendre calmement du monument. Rester là pourrait s’avérer être très dangereux pour vous."

Hittori's hand went to his blade. He wasn't even understanding every word of what they were saying but he was sure of one thing; they should never have approached him with an helicopter that was at least 90% metallic.

"Anata wa amarini mo ōgoedearimasu." He muttered and drew his sword. He slashed the air infront him then spun his sword and put it back into its scabbard. A moment later, the helicopter was split in two like it had just been slashed by a giant invisible blade. The helicopter exploded and lit up the night sky.

Hittori was sure at least that that was going to draw even more attention and hopefully the people he was looking for would have seen the explosion too. Panic erupted below as the people who had been watching began scurrying away. The police would quickly be alerted. Valkyries and Rogues alike would converge towards the Eiffel Tower.

Hittori sat down with his legs crossed in the traditional lotus position. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "All I have to do now is wait."

"Yeah yeah yeah." He waved her threat off, before his eyes flashed, and the duo were engulfed in a spectacular flash of lightning. Moments later they were at the foot of the Eifel Tower. Hinata instantly felt as if his very soul had been sucked out of him, his body going limp and numb at the same time as he started to collapse.

"Might've...accidentally....jumped..­.to­o..­.fa­r..­.&q­uot­; He struggled out.

Hittori's eyes shot open and he looked down. The sudden bright flash had startled him. It had come from the foot of the tower.
He saw two people standing there. A boy and a girl. The boy looked like he was about to pass out. Who were they? Rogues? Valkyries?
In any case, if they had suddenly appeared then that meant they weren't ordinary people. The superhumans were arriving faster than he had expected.

The explosion alerted Rogue, "looks like I'm not the only rogue..." Rogue said to himself. "We are here" jack yelled. As Rogue neared jack he noticed a flash of light.

Charlotte cursed under her breath when she realised what had happened. "We said halfway, idiot." she hissed quietly, hurriedly grabbing him to prevent him from falling. She glanced around quickly. "Come on, let's try to find you somewhere to charge up."

He could already feel the paralysis taking hold, but nodded. "Anywhere...with...electricity...&quo­t; He managed a tiny smirk. "My...bad..."

"Well, it's certainly not my bad." she mumbled, giving him a sidways glance. "You just need...like, a power outlet or something, right?"

"That'd work, though i might blow up it's fuse or something." He replied thoughtfully. If he took too much from an outlet he could knock out the power, but he needed his energy restored so he could fight. He couldn't worry about all that right now.

Hittori had been watching the two for a moment and from what he had been able to see, the boy was in bad shape and wouldn't be getting better any time soon. The girl was holding on to him and speaking but Hittori couldn't hear anything from where he was. He still didn't know who they were. He was curious, though.
Hittori stood up, and using the metallic soles of his combat boots, he began levitating. He dropped from where he was till he landed at the foot of the tower right infront of the two.
He stared at them for a moment without saying anything. He noticed though that the boy seemed to be of Asian origin, just like him.
"Who are you?" He asked in the simplest of ways.

"Alright." Charlotte said with a sigh at Hinata's statement. "It's the city of lights; we can find something. Just hang on."

She flinched as Hittori seemed to appear in front of them. She eyed him cautiously. You never knew who you could trust. "Where did you come from?" she questioned back, instead of answering his question.

Hinata remained his cheerful self, despite his inability to move and Hittori's suddden appearance. But he felt as if he knew this guy from somewhere...the answer was just out of reach, just a bit out of focus, but he knew it was there.

As Rogue followed jack through the alleyway they landed near the foot of the Eiffel tower, Rogue tapped jack's shoulder then went ahead and saw three people. "Trouble." He said to himself

"I asked first." Hittori said as he took a step closer to them. He eyed the boy "Your friend looks like he could use some help." Hittori said matter-of-factly. He still didn't know what was wrong with the boy. And though he had just asked that, it wasn't clear yet if he was going to help or not.
He didn't know on what side they were.
Kepping his usual stoic expression, he asked "Are you two Rogues or Valkyries?" His hand began inching closer to his sword slowly. Judging from the look of things, if he took both of them on right there, he had a certain chance of winning. But he wasn't sure about that though. He didn't know what kind of powers they had.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed movement coming from the side. He quickly shot a glance and saw two men who had just arrived.

Charlotte narroweed her eyes at the man suspiciously, her brain working doubletime. He wasn't familiar at all, though of course it was possible he was just a Valkyrie she'd never met before. He seemed just as wary of them as she was of him, which of course meant that he may have something to be afraid of. Of course, there was also the possibility that he was just a normal civilian, in which case it would only be natural for him to be afraid of Rogues. Tough something about him made her dout that this was the case.

She noticed him moving for his sword. That might be a problem. If he decided they were a threat and attacked them, they would have trouble. Hinata was in no condition to fight, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to hold this guy off. After all, her powers weren't really battle-oriented, for the most part, and her physical fighting skills left something to be desired.

Still, there was a two to one chance that 'Valkyrie' was the right answer. So she would have to go with it. "We're Valkyries. What about you?"

"These guys might be the ones that will hunt me down..." jack whispered as he listened, rogue was already cautious with hittori noticing them, rogue observed then went to a door leading to a building, slowly creeping to a door he sets his sniper ready and opened his eagle eye, seeing breathing patterns of the female, "nervous" he simply whispered as then the temperature of the guy with the girl, "getting weaker every second" he continued to whisper. Silently he remained cautious to hittori not scanning him, because he knew he is calm.

"Valkyries" He said dyrly. His entire being wanted to unsheath his blade and dice the two to pieces but something stopped him.
His sense of honor.
He was a samurai afterall, and samurai didn't attack opponents who couldn't fight back. He thought about that as he looked at the boy.
But...he was a Rogue too and Rogues didn't follow the rules.
He sighed.
"I see." He said in the same calm manner "There are many rogues roaming around here. Things may get dangerous for you, especially if your friend isn't able to fight."
He had already gripped the handle of his katana but he let it go and pulled his hand away.
Before being a Rogue, he was a samurai.

Charlotte tensed as the man gripped the handle of his katana, only for a wave of relief to flow through her as he released it. Looked like she had given a satisfactory answer.

She nodded once at his statement. "He'll be fine. Over-exerted himself is all. He just needs a little rest."

With a chuckle Rogue grabbed his sniper and made a noise, "crap...." he said in his mind as he covered the sniper in speed put on his hood then walk away calmy, he met jack downstairs.

Hittori nodded. He then looked in Rogue's direction. He had seen the two guys and he knew he was being watched. He still didn't know if those two were rogues or Valkyries though.
He decided not to act and just see how things would turn out.
He turned back to the girl. "How did he get himself in such a state, if

Charlotte hesitated uncertainly. Maybe she shouldn't say. Then again, what harm could come from telling him?

"He zapped us here." she explained after a moment. "But this was a lot farther than he was supposed to go, and it really drained his energy."

Hittori frowned slightly "Excuse me but I don't seem to understand. What do you mean by he zapped you here?" He asked.
Even as he spoke with her, his senses were on alert. He knew they weren't alone there and he was ready to spring into action at any instant.

"He can manipulate electricity." Charlotte explained. "He Lightning Travelled us here by manipulating electric currents."

Hittori nodded "I see." As he looked at the boy, he couldn't help but feel like he knew him.