#she is active. she helps chris. she faces ANOTHER TYRANT with him

[echidnana]

Rebecca went through so fucking much she's allowed to be freaked out by a hunter

[warofthenewage-rpg]

Congratulations Frank!!

You have been accepted as Erick Magnusson with the face of Sebastian Stan.

OOC INFO:

Name: Frank

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 33

Timezone: EST

Activity Level: 5-7 ORIGINAL CHARACTER INFO:

Faceclaim Wanted: Sebastian Stan

Second Choice: Chris Evans

Name: Erick Magnusson

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Species: Metahuman

Affiliation: Loner

Rank: None

Powers/Abilities: Bio-Metal Physiology – power to have a body made of malleable living metal.

Weaknesses:  Metal abilities are vulnerable to extreme temperatures (hot/cold), as well as high level energy, corrosive, metal bending, and magnetic effects.  Rendering the user unconscious causes reversion to base state.  Prolonged use of shapeshifting requires an increased mass or weakness and unconsciousness can result.  Regeneration only occurs while in metallic state.  When in metallic state, user’s weight is increased

Para Sample: Erick sits leaning forward in his chair before the crackling fireplace, his elbows on his knees with a half forgotten glass of whiskey in his hands.  He stares into the flickering flames, reminiscing on another Christmas day, many years ago.

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“Hurry up you slow ass mother fuckers, these gliders aren’t going to load themselves,” Erick bellows with a chuckle, sliding his one-man glider into position aboard the aircraft.

“Shut up old man, where’s your fucking Christmas spirit?” Blonski yells, shoving his own glider into position.

“I left it at your mama’s house, right next the $20 I gave her for last night,” Erick smirks, reaching over to help Bronski slide his glider into the locks, “Although she does owe me change, that was the smallest bill I had to give her.”

“Ouch, fuck you mate.  My mother probably just took pity on your poor immigrant ass.”  Blonski shouted shoving Erick playfully.

“You’ve wounded me dearly,” Erick laughs clutching at his chest as if he had been shot in the heart.  “You always go with the immigrant jokes when you have no other comeback.”

“Shut up fucker.  Let’s finish getting our gear loaded up before we take off.”

“Yes mother,” Erick chuckles as he shoulder checks Bronski on their way down the ramp lading off the plane.

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Several hours later, Erick and his team completed their final equipment checks as their aircraft rocketed through the night sky over their target.

“Five minutes till drop gentlemen, better get strapped in,” the call comes over the intercom.

“Alright boys you heard the man, let’s get to it,” Erick yells before sliding his rifle into the slot designed for it and strapping his breathing mask over his face.

“I’ve never understood why you even bother with that thing,” Blonski’s voice crackles over their internal team radio, “you’re a better shot with your own stuff anyway.”

“Yeah, but then I’d have to explain why I’m not taking a rifle to our higher ups and we both know where that would lead to questions I don’t want to answer.  Besides, you know I can’t keep it up for long without more metal,” Erick replies as he finishes strapping himself into his glider after checking his team is mounted.  “Mother Bird this is Falcon 6; glider team is prepared to drop.”

“Copy that Falcon 6, 1 minute.  Good luck.”

“Roger that Mother Bird.  Keep the lights on for us, Falcon 6 out.”  Switching to his internal channel, Erick flicks on the guidance system for his glider. “Falcon team, switch on guidance system and prepare for drop.”

“Falcon 1 copy.  Falcon 2 copy.  Falcon 3 copy.  Falcon 4 copy.  Falcon 5 copy.”

“Copy that Falcon team.  30 seconds to drop.  Feet and knees together gentlemen.  See you on the ground.”  “Mother Bird this is Falcon 6.  Falcon team is a go.”

“Roger Falcon 6.  Drop is a go.”

With a hiss of hydraulics, the ramp on the aircraft slowly groans open revealing the empty night sky.  The metallic clang of releasing clamps fills the air as the gliders drop out of the plane and into the quiet night.

“Looking good gentlemen.  Deploy guidance flaps on my mark,” Erick calls out over the radio.  “Mark.”

“Wings deployed,” Blonski calls over the radio.  “Hey Erick, I’m getting some strange readings from the target.  Shit, I’ve got target lock.”

“Evasive maneuvers!  Scatter and land!”  Erick yells, breaking formation while diving toward the ground.

“I can’t shake the lock.  Shit I’ve got missile launch!”  Blonski yells jerking his glider away from the rest of the squad.  “I can’t shake it!”

“How the fuck are they tracking us!  Mother Bird this is Falcon 6; we have hostile anti-air fire coming from the target!  Blonski, fire flares.”  Erick yells, desperately trying to figure out a solution as he tracks the flight patterns of his team.

“Firing,” Blonski replies as a dozen mini flares erupt from the sides of his glider, scattering into the sky behind him.  “Got it!”  The sound and force of an explosion rocks the sky as the missile redirects toward one of the flares, detonating harmlessly in the sky.  “Fuck, I’m detecting a second launch!”

“Get out of there Blonskli!”  Erick yells as he watches another missile streak up from the target area.

“I can’t shake this one Erick!  I’m going down!”

“Blonski NO!!!”

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Erick shakes his head to clear the memories of that fateful day from his head.  With a deep sigh and a heavy heart, Erick leans back in his chair staring off into the flames as he takes a drink from his whiskey.  Another weary sigh sees Erick rising from his chair and walking over toward the fireplace, leaning heavily against the mantle.

“I don’t know what you’d think about this situation now Blonski, but you know me and you know I’d never do anything to threaten our country.  But we swore to protect against ALL enemies, and this time the enemy is domestic.  Nobody should be caged simply because of how their born.  Nobody should be locked up for a crime they haven’t even thought of committing.  That way lies tyranny.  And I can’t sit idly by while tyrants hunt down me and everyone like me.  You wouldn’t want me to.”

Erick takes a large swallow of his whiskey and nods his head with a sigh, tossing the rest of the whiskey into the fire as he turns and walks away.