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[size=7pt]if you could start that would be great! c:[/size]

[glow=white,1,300]ISA CHASE CAMPBELL[/glow]

[glow=white,1,300]STEVE ROGERS[/glow][size=20pt]! (captain america)

[color=black][size=8][font=times new roman]Cap sat in a cushy arm chair, waiting in the hotel room for the ladies arrival. Thor, Banner, Barton, and Stark were all there, and Thor especially was anxious for the girls to show up, as he constantly paced about the room and would occasionally mumble stuff about Jane. Steve however was comfortably settled in, and found entertainment in catching up on current events. His main way of doing this was looking at all the items on his list; the item he currently needed to cross off was Finding Nemo, 'a must see' the little girl had told him. Smiling, he began watching the animation on an iPad (he had needed some initial assistance from Stark at first to work the contraption, which he wasn't to happy about, but it was needed if he was to continue developing with the new age) and only paused the movie once to look up the Pixar franchise. As he watched the movie, however, for some reason thoughts of Bucky surfaced in his mind. How was he to find his friend, whom had been the Winter Soldier for so long now, and who maybe didn't even want to be found? Perhaps Nemo would run away, and Marlin would have to struggle to find him, despite the little fish's attempts at evading his father.

Steve was pulled from his thoughts when Thor moved to the window and announced "They are here." Stark looked up from his high-tech eyeglass computer screen--which Cap had no idea the name of and so called it thus--which Tony had been playing Tetris on. "About time! I mean, I don't know if you realize this, but I'm literally playing Tetris right now. Tetris. I'm that bored."[/b] Giving a dramatic sigh, he turned off the eyeglass and stuffed the small device into his pocket. "No. I know not of this 'Tetris' or what it entails, Stark," Thor replied, and Steve smiled.

[glow=white,1,300]STEVE ROGERS[/glow][size=20pt]! (captain america)

[color=black][size=8][font=times new roman]Cap sat in a cushy arm chair, waiting in the hotel room for the ladies arrival. Thor, Banner, Barton, and Stark were all there, and Thor especially was anxious for the girls to show up, as he constantly paced about the room and would occasionally mumble stuff about Jane. Steve however was comfortably settled in, and found entertainment in catching up on current events. His main way of doing this was looking at all the items on his list; the item he currently needed to cross off was Finding Nemo, 'a must see' the little girl had told him. Smiling, he began watching the animation on an iPad (he had needed some initial assistance from Stark at first to work the contraption, which he wasn't to happy about, but it was needed if he was to continue developing with the new age) and only paused the movie once to look up the Pixar franchise. As he watched the movie, however, for some reason thoughts of Bucky surfaced in his mind. How was he to find his friend, whom had been the Winter Soldier for so long now, and who maybe didn't even want to be found? Perhaps Nemo would run away, and Marlin would have to struggle to find him, despite the little fish's attempts at evading his father.

Steve was pulled from his thoughts when Thor moved to the window and announced "They are here." Stark looked up from his high-tech eyeglass computer screen--which Cap had no idea the name of and so called it thus--which Tony had been playing Tetris on. "About time! I mean, I don't know if you realize this, but I'm literally playing Tetris right now. Tetris. I'm that bored." Giving a dramatic sigh, he turned off the eyeglass and stuffed the small device into his pocket. "No. I know not of this 'Tetris' or what it entails, Stark," Thor replied, and Steve smiled, raising a triumphant finger. "Hey, I know what Tetris is." He grinned, pretty proud of his knowledge. Tony just rolled his eyes, and Banner gave a chuckle, mumbling something along the lines of "drama queen" under his breathe. Resuming his movie, Cap waited for the two ladies to enter the hotel room.

(sorry if it's a bit short or weird, idk haha im just kind of rushed I gotta go to bed soon)

[glow=gold,1,300]ROMAN ATTICUS CALIBURN[/glow]
I'm a monster.

My mother had made this quite clear to me from the moment I was born, when she threw me in the trash as a newborn. I don't know what I looked like when I came out of the womb--my mother had a home birth, so no one else knew either, except her--but apparently, it was revolting enough for her to toss me in an alley trash can and run. Of course, when Xavier found me, he said I had already completed my first change, and morphed into just another common looking baby boy. I suppose I could have shifted into a girl, but for sanity's sake, I like to think I'm a guy. Anyway, Xavier sensed what I was and took me in to raise as his own. I grew up in a society of shifters; in a life of secrecy and trying desperately to blend in. From an early age I had to learn to control my constant shifting, to maintain the appearance of a certain human for more than an hour at a time. Until I grew to be about 6 my shifting abilities would run rampant without my control. I would shift randomly into anyone who happened to pass by me, without meaning to, and thus is why I couldn't go out in public for the early years of my life. When I was finally able to hold form for at least a day, I was allowed to attend school. Of course, Xavier had to arrange a few things, what with my absence of a birth certificate and him being anything but a legal guardian, but it was amazing to go out and experience what I had heard so much about from other shifters.

I had never seen anything outside The Warehouse walls (the warehouse was what we called the shifter base camp--which happened to be a large abandoned warehouse in New York City), and it was fascinating for me what was out there. Once it became familiar though I found it less amazing and more annoying, and through my early teen years I didn't like school very much. It wasn't the academics or anything like that; not to brag, but I'm pretty smart. It was simply the fact that I couldn't make any friends. Sure, people didn't think of me as gross and horrible; I was well liked by my classmates. But I was constantly an outsider. I couldn't invite anyone over (what was I supposed to do, bring them to the Warehouse and say "oh yeah, by the way, I live with a bunch of people that are shapeshifters, like me"?), and I couldn't do any clubs or things outside of school, since Xavier seemed to think it increased the chances of being exposed, and people might ask questions. Questions were bad in his book; the worst. Questions meant prying, and prying lead to inevitable discovery, and discovery meant relocation and possible murder. Yes, murder--we would do a lot to protect our secret. Anyway, I found I couldn't connect with my classmates either. I had no internet, no cellphone, no cable, no anything; my life was centered around the Warehouse and the entertainments it contained, which were few. Notable pass-times of mine included basketball (there's a court in the warehouse some guys set up a while back) and homework. That's was pretty much it. Now that I am out of highschool, however, and enrolled in a University with the help of Xavier, I realize that I have a fresh start in college. People are much more excepting here, and I'm finding that I am already making friends.

The only problem is that my erratic shifting is starting to become a problem again. Xavier says it's a symptom of getting comfortable; I say it's what I'm eating for breakfast, but we both know I'm in denial. I just don't want to give this up, you know? I like being comfortable.

Thoughts of my current problem raced through my head as I walked around campus idly, bored and not wanting to head to my dorm room just yet. I had headphones in, which were connected to a cheap MP3 player I had bought with my own money--Xavier thought electronics were dumb little things--and had the volume cranked up as high as it could go. I liked just zoning off and letting the music block everything out, as if the rest of the world were gone and it's just me and the vast Earth. However, I suddenly felt a shift coming on. I could feel the tell-tail signs that Xavier had trained me to recognize, and quickly sprinted across campus and down the street, searching for a deserted place where I could get myself under control. Why is this happening to me? I thought desperately, finally finding an alley to hide in if I did shift. These sudden changes hadn't been common for me, up until recently; once I learned to control myself at 6 years old, I just shifted whenever I wanted too. And I had kept this form for a while now--ever since I started college, it had been my go to appearance, at least for attending class.

I groaned as I reached the end of the alley, in the dark shadows, and clutched my stomach. I could feel the changes happening in my gut, and was trying to fight it, but I couldn't. I was shifting already. "*," I whispered. It was happening whether I wanted it to or not.

{alright so to clarify some things, Xavier is the leader of this little shifter clan that lives in what's called The Warehouse, which is pretty much their base camp and where they all stay, unless they live on their own. Your character shouldn't be part of the group, as she doesn't know Roman or that their are other shifters. And also, Roman is currently 19, a freshman in college, and is having trouble controlling his shifting. Note that this doesn't have to be a problem for your character, I just added it to my character's flaws because I thought it would be an interesting concept, and mysterious trying figuring out why it is once again plaguing him all the sudden}