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Edificio Comega, 1934. Buenos Aires, Argentina.

©Frederick Riveros, 2016.

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Comega

[morgana-academy-rp-blog]

Name: Cooper Kennedy Age: 20 (99) Power: Time Travel Major/Minor: Culinary Arts House: Omega Faceclaim: Bob Morley Status: TAKEN

POWER

Prior to his displacement, Cooper had a basic ‘stop and go’ mastery of his power. He was able to snap freeze time and exist comfortably without physical change within the frame with little to no struggle. Commonly, he would abuse this ability to ‘quickly’ master certain skills.

He had no idea his ability extended any further than stopping and starting time and only when he was fast forwarded a hundred years did he realize the vast power and possibilities at his fingertips. Grossly untrained in any other aspect of his ability, has no idea how to go forward or back and is honestly terrified to even try.

Wears a power jamming bracelet all hours of the day.

PERSONALITY

✔ COURAGEOUS, FAITHFUL, CLEVER

✘ SOLITARY, IMPULSIVE, SELFISH

BACKGROUND

The government file on Cooper Kennedy is an interesting one, his age is an estimate at best and the dossier photo shares it’s place with a faded, old folded monstrosity of a still life that shows a man from another time. For all intends and purposes, as far as Cooper was concerned he was twenty years old (just like his papers said) and vastly uninterested in the life of a government lab rat. With the exposure of mutantkind following the Horizon incident, Cooper came into the world with far less shock and horror as his arrival might have otherwise.

Born in the late 1890s, the second of four children to a noteworthy military family with absolute zero odd or out there history. He lived a largely uneventful life until his power came into the equation shortly following his twelfth birthday. At first, the best he could describe it as was a ‘blink’ time was snap frozen for him one afternoon when a game of manhunt took a turn for the worst and he came, as he often did, to blows with one of his friends over if his slap on the back still counted if it had sent him into old Mr.Winslow or not.

While it would be a long, long while before he even knew the correct term for it; Cooper lived in this frozen state for a stretch until he was able to blink it away. He couldn’t tell you how long exactly (all the clocks were frozen) he felt no different, he didn’t grow tired nor did he grow hungry—-though that didn’t stop him pilfering some sweet rolls from the local shop. When he managed to blink himself out of it, he had amassed a considerable wealth of stolen goods. Which turned out to be the only way to discern how long he’d drifted through this frozen state.

His mother made him return the bulk of the goods to bewildered shopkeeps and adults in their stretch of city, the blink would happen several times further until he got it under relative control at fifteen and he started to abuse the time spent in limbo. He would read, study, practice various arts and explore the world—-racing against a clock that didn’t tick nor tock. Eventually, the worst came to happen: World War I.

He was eighteen. Just like every good Brit, and every able male in his family; he enlisted only having to wait one year before he could be sent proper over seas. His ability proved invaluable during this event, while his papers said he was born October 5 1896 aging him at eighteen, he felt eons older. His eyes, held the weight of all the troubles of a man vastly older than his body. He was a jack of all trades, proving proficient in medical procedures, topography, recon, and infiltration. There were all kinds of honors, praise from his family, and more importantly praise from his best friend; Hayden Porter. The pair of them thick as thieves, from the day Hayden upturned a bucket of water over Cooper’s head. Neighbors, both with younger siblings to torment, one a cat, the other a dog.

Then came the Battle of the Somme.

And everything came crumbling down.

He takes in stride his ability, laughing to himself even as he walks among terrible carnage it’s just such a cheat he can’t help but abuse it. Upon landing and entering his snapfreeze of the world he sent about exploring, taking note, adjusting this and that to suit his needs; offering aid to those who required just that one push and hunkering down next to his best friend before returning the world back to it’s rightful speed. Only, something went wrong; in his calculations he had no way to be certain of shell fire, mortar shells exploding—-he could only move those affected out of range when the world slowed.

Hayden had been hit.

The damage was…extensive. In his panic, he found himself unable to properly snapfreeze the moment unsure even if he could, that it would be futile. His friend had lost one leg, his innards piling in his hands stained a dark, dark red. Even as he pushed his own hands to the wound, mud mixing with the red as his friend’s life seeped out of him before his eyes. There was a flash, light crackling between Hayden’s fingers; power augmentation a wet sigh escaping cracked lips as he looked on in confusion and horror.

April 3 2015; a tourist group is rudely interrupted by the arrival of two bloodied, filthy soldiers. One screaming and yelling for the other to stay with him, the other; light dying at his fingers, blood choking him despite the tears in his friend’s eyes as Cooper watches his friend die surrounded by strangers. The video made YouTube. It hit the news. The pictures circulated the internet, his face was internationally known as officials broke onto the scene and shuttled him off to some faraway facility. He stayed for a time, receiving aid for his rapidly deteriorating mental state; a power jamming bracelet fit securely around his wrist, popping pill after pill until his last remaining next of kin was located.

Anthony Kennedy. Great-great-grandson Anthony.

He was given funds, reminded of the tracker in his bracelet and shuttled off to America a month and a half after his arrival into the new and frightening world of tomorrow.

They were kind people, Anthony and his wife Elizabeth. They even had a daughter around his own age who turned out to be a mutant just like him (sorry you had to get that gene, Rozabella) suddenly it didn’t seem so terrible, he wasn’t alone. He had someone he could talk to, the questions still came though polite as the government happily paid the family substantially for taking him in. A chronokinetic was a dangerous thing, especially an ill-trained one. After ungracefully outing his great-great-great-granddaughter’s mutant status to her parents, the pair of them were quick to find invitations signed just for them for Morgana Academy. He accepted primarily because it was an isolated collection of buildings where he could hopefully forget about everything he’d had to grit his teeth through. Promptly binning his pills on the way out the door he picked a major that was something he enjoyed over anything that would make him money, happiness was a balm for the suffering.

He read that somewhere he was almost positive.

CONNECTIONS

Rozabella Kennedy: It’s hard being the great-great-great-grandfather of someone whom legally is older than you. Even if your age is a bit iffy due to the whole time travel thing. Cooper never had a hiccough to call his own with any blood, he loves her; thinks her to be an incredible kind and caring young woman. Not to mention patient. God she is so patient with him.

[morgana-academy-rp-blog]

Name: Isla Turner Age: 20 Power: Wing Manifestation Major/Minor: Ecology & Evolutionary Biology House: Omega Faceclaim: Emmy Rossum Status: TAKEN

POWER

Isla has had wings her whole life. They are another muscle for her and one that she can use without thinking. She can fly for around an hour before needing to stop, but they are as sensitive to wear and tear as the rest of her body is; a serious injury to them could cripple her.

PERSONALITY

✔ CHARMING, DARING, FLIRTATIOUS

✘ CYNICAL, FICKLE, OPINIONATED

BACKGROUND

Isla had always been the apple of her parents eye, from the moment she was born. Born into the Upper East side, appearances meant everything, and her parents sought to make the best of their little ‘situation’.  Unlike many families around the globe, they didn’t hide her but rather cashed in on her. Their cherub was at the centre of all of their parties; the little toddler would be passed from hand to hand, watching in confusion as all of societies finest would stroke her wings, their mouths slack and their eyes glittering at her pure, ivory wings.   

Isla got sick of being paraded around pretty quick. Whilst her parents were happy enough to show her off, she was secluded from children her own age, hidden away until she was needed. She had no friends, no family members that she was close with. All she did all day was listen to her fathers old records and read the books from their almost endless library. When she ran out of things to look and listen to, she sought elsewhere for an escape, which she found in one thing; scandal. 

It was relatively easy to create, and had a lasting affect on her parents. It started off light, stealing her parents cards to buy meaningless clothes and jewellery, but they just let her off; what is a few thousand dollars when you can earn it back in half an hour? So she began to steal for real, her catch getting bigger and bigger each time. Paintings, expensive drinks, dresses, shoes, even occasionally diamonds. No-one could stop her, not as she flew away. She was faster than any cop car around. By the time the Police had even been called, she was gone. It was a game, one that she was addicted to, but as all things good things do, it came to an end. 

An anonymous account on Twitter published a picture of her wings, with her hands clutched around the priceless Diamond Skull, and whilst it just seemed like a badly photo-shopped picture to the rest of America, her parents, and those who mattered to them, recognised her. Her family name was ruined, her mother and father dropped from any and all social events. Their mutant wasn’t so appreciated when it was a criminal. They sent her off to Morgana Academy, hoping for them to help her encourage her to use her gift for God, and to return her to the angel that she once was, but she’s determined that, that won’t happen. She wants out and she’ll do it the only way she knows how. Morgana Academy hasn’t seen anything yet.

CONNECTIONS

TBA