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Started April 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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Neither can I

Adrielle woke to the sun shining in her eyes. She groaned and covered her face. Finally, she realized that she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep and she sighed. Sitting up, the girl put her legs over the end of the roof she had slept on.

There was the sound of a small commotion below her. If she had peered over the edge, she would see a dark purple figure standing in the middle of 3 very muscular men, all of them with multiple blades of different sizes and shapes. The figure was in a constant state of motion, his head snapping this way, his shoulders lunging at one of he men to force them away, and his arms lashing out wildly. It looked like a feral animal, and it released a ear-piercing roar to complete the comparison.

Adrielle pulled out her earphones. She had just heard a noise. She looked around, but saw nothing. Shrugging, she put her earphones back in and started blaring her music.

As if on cue, a head flew up onto the rooftop, the face twisted in shock and fear as it rolled over and lightly tapped the woman's foot.

Name: Margaret "Peggy" Stark
Age: 17 3/4 (Stresses that that is incredibly important.)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Parents: Tony Stark, mother unknown.
Hero, Anti-Hero, or Villain?: Hero, teetering on the line between that and anti-hero.
Shipping or nah?: Have y'all met me. Of course.
Appearance (Links welcomed): Darker skin, half from spending time in the sun, and half just natural. A smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks, just under shockingly bright blue eyes. Wavy, dark brown hair with a red streak, falls to a little below her shoulders and has a few small braids throughout it. 5'6 on a good day and decently curvy, with stretch marks from gaining and then losing a bunch of extra weight. She's stronger than you'd think, from hauling machinery around. Has a scar on her left eyebrow, and a nasty looking scar along her abdomen, and other various scars.. One ear is pierced, and a small silver hoop earring sits in it. Has an arc reactor type thing in her chest, put in after she survived almost being killed. Has a tattoo of a black widow behind her right ear in tribute to the actual Black Widow.
Personality: Flirty, reckless, and very much like an early version of her father. She's got his self-sacrificing tendencies and no maturity it seems. Still makes wishes on stars, and is incredibly rebellious. The media's favorite delinquent rich kid. She spends a lot of time in poorer neighborhoods and hospitals, unbeknownst to the media, and knows quite a bit of people from that, a lot of whom are maybe not people she should know.
Everyday Outfit: Ripped black skinny jeans, a leather jacket, her dog tags, and combat boots. A faded Matchbox 20 t-shirt with the sleeves choppily cut off to make it a tank, along with the bottom hem, or any old band tee or tank, often a muscle tank style. Fingerless black motorcycle gloves, because she's really committed to this aesthetic.
Costume (If Applies): A suit incredibly similar to the Iron Man suit, but less clunky, and in black and bright blue.
Powers: The same as Iron Man's, but she also has an added ability, supposedly from her mother, which allows her to be incredibly persuasive.
Likes: Dating, music, fiddling with tech, inventing, spending time with her dad, street food, jellybeans, getting into trouble, and spending money.
Dislikes: Vegetables, red meat, orange soda, being bored, small spaces, and the color magenta.
Background (Optional): Tbd
Other: Wears a set of dog tags that showed up in a box on her pillow, on her sixteenth birthday. Nobody she's met can read the language, surprisingly, if she's even let them look.

Peggy had just wanted to go out for coffee, like she did a little too often. She wasn't one for schedules or agendas, but even she was well aware that coming across a fairly bloody fight in the middle of the street was not on anyone's. That didn't mean she wasn't thrilled to have something fun to do. Picking up a hefty rock, she threw it like one would a soft ball, nailing a large man in the back. "Hey, I want in on the fun!"

The man turned around, giving the purple-clad man enought time to leap onto his shoulders and take a huge chomp out of the poor dude's neck. Definitly didn't look very Hero-esque, but fuck it, they had made Klaus mad. You don't just jump someone and not expect them to fight back. He climbed from the ground and glaced over at each of the three bodies to make sure they were all dead, kicking each one with the toe of his suit. It didn't look like a suit, however. It looked like a real, moving lifeform, writhing and wiggling against the air as the man walked. He was barely over 5'9", but the intimidation factor of the symboite was just the same. Anyone in the Venom lineage just looked creepy, and Klaus was no different. Well, when he was in 'battle mode.'
"Thanks," Klaus growled out without looking at the girl, the symboite changing his voice to a deep, gutteral growl.

The head hit Adrielle's foot. She pulled out an earphone, she glanced at it and then over the edge of the roof. A pile of dead bodies was lying there. She smirked, dropping lightly to the ground and looking around for who had done it.

(hey so ill try to get my chara done when i can
i have a friends bday party this afternoon which'll go for like 3 hours but i have some time before then
basically, ill try do her her done when i can)