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Charlie dashes out of his room, pushing his window open he steps back to make a run up before leaping it the window and spreading his wings wide. He figured he’d boost his own confidence that way, feeling daring yet in a small amount of pain he soars, exercising his wings and stretching before the dread of the lab. He looked down, seeing people walk below he flaps his wings which make small eary screeches which hurt but he knew he had to keep out of site.
Without the appearance which made him BlackBurn he was merely the mutant guitar player many recognised from their passing of his regular corner. He flew higher, keeping an eagle eye on the city below him as he flew over the many districts, further and further from his apartment in Haven,
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Charlie looks out across the city before reverting back to his true self.
His hair slowly turns back to blond, it’s blackness seems to seep back into him. The feathers begin to reappear on top of the metal as if nothing had happened to them, though this was a common occurrence with his abilities. he stands and carefully returning to his apartment to pick up some money he heads out onto the street.
He acted nothing like BlackBurn, it was as if as BlackBurn he had confidence, he felt stronger and freer but to him it didn’t matter, he had a small job and the rest of the time he played his music on the street or was doing his act as BlackBurn.He grabs a small meal from a takeaway and sits on the quieter, not that its much quieter than anywhere else, streets of Haven, looking over the river towards the other side, hearing the sirens blaring in the distance, this wasn’t a problem to him right now. He sat calmly, his only issue being the thought of the next day. In stead of doctors appointments it was more a trip to the lab, as much as he hated those days, which he knew was only a day away.
He tossed the package into the bin and stand walking down alongside the river quietly, taking in his surrounding, trying to unwind and not think of the pains of the coming day.A while later, he returns to his apartment, crashing on the neatly made bed, doing his best to fold the awkward metal wings of his, if anything he hoped they would at least “upgrade” them. He closed his eyes and let his worries drift away, while dreading the alarm the next morning but that couldn’t be stopped as he sits up rubbing his eyes the next morning. He yawns as he slowly moves from within his covered and goes about his morning routine, preparing and dreading the day.
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Charlie (as BlackBurn) lands on the roof, folding his painful black metal wing plates down similar to the wings of some fighter jets. He then proceeds to sit on the edge of the building, looking down with hawk like eyes, his vision watching the people below carefully, especially the White Knight.
The fire around him fades and as always he is unscathed by the hot inferno which surrounds him. His hair returns to his regular blond but for how his wings remain featherless and his Blackburn suit still on him.
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“I wish I understood why myself. But then that is their own business…” Slamming the balls with the one in his hands as he lands slowly.
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Charlie responds, his song grounding to a halt he begins packing his guitar away and throwing it on his back for now.
He runs to cover before activating his abilities, burning away the soft plumage revealing the black metal plates similar to those of a jets, his hair turning black as he flies up fast like a rocket, and looks to his buzzing phone which was in his pocket.
He’d received a request from the high ups from the lab. It annoyed him that they had forced communication with him, long after his escape from their laboratories. Charlie makes a sigh, “I guess I have no choice in the matter now….” Flying past his appartment to push his guitar through and heads to the scene where from high above the scene he scans, circling. He tries to keep out of sight.
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“I meant how are we going to exectute a game plan, teams? Etc. but never mind!” seeing the ball come towards him he flies upwards, a slight trail of heat follows his movement pushing the ball down as he then lands to catch it.
“It’s gone a tad soft.” He thinks as his sweat drops “oh well….” He throws the ball back with what force he can, trying not to send bursts of fire with it.
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Charlie stands on the corner of the street, his normal looking wings folded down behind him, showing little of the metal secrets behind the white plumage, wearing his regular casual attire made up of slightly baggy jeans and a white shirt, he looked clean, only having a small apartment he just about managed to afford in the Haven district because of his inheritance. Though having little to use personally due to trying to save what he can after the expense of his fairly average (compared to the rest) but nicely set home. It was cosy compared to his old family estate but he was happier and had a lot more freedom.
He stands playing his guitar on the corner, singing the tune he enjoyed in his youth (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUhIL14QbhE), doing his best for some money as his foot taps along beside the guitar case below him.
He’d often been told he could have gone on the root of music but with his condition and the treatment he saw of other “abnormals” he kept his profile low except for his other personality of peace seeking BlackBurn which was created by the scientists in the lab he’d fled a while back. He hated what had become of him, though he liked his abilities, he kept the BlackBurn idea as sometimes he got support and money from doing jobs for others, he also liked helping people. The form giving him a small boost in confidence though he was used to the attention.
He has no idea where he will go but for now he plays over the news broadcast in his part of the city… sighing under his breath.
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Charlie signs the sheet accordingly. “agree… I guess…” the pressure putting him on edge but he seems happy to comply exactly as written.
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Umbra nods. “ok! How do we do this… exactly?” he asks as he spins the ball he is holding on his finger as he looks down to Ash.
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“So… Where do I go? Who do I join?” Umbra asks as he watches as the game begins, deciphering what’s going on before taking off, now floating above the ground with a ball in his hand.
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Name – Charlie “Chase” Harding
Alias(es): Project Black Eagle aka BlackBurn (BlackBurn being what he became)
Identity: bit of both
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Tall, slim, often seen with a patch/bandages covering his right eye or glasses except when using his powers.
– Regular form – Blonde hair with bright blue eyes, wings of soft grey feathers.
– Awakened form – Hair turns black and his feathers also darken. If using his fire, the feathers burn away (grow back fairly quickly) revealing metal structures in place of his regular wings (these are beneath his feathers (sees this as shameful)
Abilities:
– Durability from the metal structures inside him allowing him to perform high speed safely.
– Fire cloak and flame-proofing as well as control over fire.
– Flight – can fly like a bird but the metal wing make him more like a human jet.
– Developed breathing, he can breath easily no matter the height he goes and his metal body allows him to withstand high pressure.
Occupation: [to be decided]
History: Lived in the upper class area of the Artemis region, his parents owned a well respected plot which a fair sized house where they all lived with his twin sister.
The two knew they weren’t truly human despite their parents being human, it was evident when both discovered the sprout of wings on their backs (when they were 10) they worried about this as their parents feared the none humans, containing themselves and their children in their small estate which made it hard for the twins to hide their growing secret, however before it became evident of their wings existence to their parents, another power became unlocked within young Charlie. He woke in the night and found everything around him on fire, embers clinging to him as a source but only he wasn’t burning.
The whole estate burned down and he was then found crying with his sisters body beside him by a group of scientists who took him in as Project Black Eagle.
The gave him durable metal wings and reinforced his bone structure from the inside (which he still feels the pain of every now and again) while retaining his light weight so he was able keep his high speed. his wings now turning to a silver looking feathered metal wings and other such experiments, until he had gained full control of his powers and left.
Personality: sometimes sad, hates remembering bad times, cautious, kind of shy, shameful (about his “new” metal wings) [to be built on]
Alignment: True Neutral / Lawful Neutral
Quote(s):
“I want to remember those times but those faces are what pull me back… I’m… sorry…” (when pained by memories) -
Umbra nods “ah, I see!” He chuckles, “yes it should be interesting!” He says stretching a little.
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Umbra nods and makes a light smile “thank you, I’m grateful for this small token of my old home.” He chuckes and looks to the others “so… What is this Dodgeball?” His sweat drops, having never played much sport, he feels out of place.
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Umbra walks down into the Gym, “uh…” Having never played dodgeball he questions it and brushes it off for a moment as he walks over to Godal, pulling out neatly filled pages containing his essay along with the small pouch of Star Dust. “Here is my essay sir, I hope this is enough for you.” Holding out the sheets to him, his eyes hoping for good things though worry lingers as those around him talk in a variety of tones. Having walked in late he wasn’t sure how to react to them all, instead remaining quiet as usual, only really speaking directly to the headmaster as he hands in his finished essay.
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name: Ice Breaker
talent: Pony Alchemy and Magic
age: fairly young.
bio:
Shunned by those of her home land for her obsession with magic, being the only Zebra with a horn. She loved using her skills to help when she was younger despite being told not to and many villagers disliking it. Then as she grew she discovered Alchemy. She became very skilled (earning her cutie mark) and managed to make herself some wings (though they don’t look like regular pony wings (little mechanical with true pony feathers)). Having done so cause the village to only fear her skills more, many didn’t accept her for who she was and so she was made to leave and now wanders Equestria.
extra:
Her pony magic being weather based, she doesn’t have need to use conventional Pegasus methods but follows the ways of the places she is at only in attempt to fit in though struggles to not be herself (has learned to hide it regardless of her hating doing so)((I’ll try and upload her photo soon!))