#sidekick.intro

HELLO I’M MOTH(man) AND I HAVEN’T DONE AN INTRO IN LIKE A YEAR AJSKLDF 

So I’m just doing bullet points because what is an intro I don’t remember. 

so if you remember noah from the first time around, he’s pretty similar. sunshine child, twin of naomi. son of lorna and alex. inherited his grandfather’s metallic mutant abilities. 

after getting his degree in education, noah now works as a kindergartner teacher. he loves it. will often come home covered in paint and with a headache from the yelling, but he wouldn’t change it. 

boy is gay af. he came out when he was 20. 

will 100% wear crocs to every single occasion if he can get away with it don’t try him 

he lives in an apartment and has a little mini garden on his balcony it’s very cute 

BIO:

Haley Laurel Lance-Queen was an accident. Ollie and Dinah had never had the most stable relationship and so they did not even know that Dinah was pregnant until she was badly injured when a mission went sideways and she wound up in a hospital room.

At this point the foetus was already quite badly damaged and it was made clear to Ollie and Dinah that the baby would likely not survive to term, and if it did then it would likely be severely impaired.

Against all odds Haley was born four weeks prematurely, and even more surprisingly that tiny baby lived despite all the odds stacked against her.

She was named after her godfather Hal Jordan who would go on to play an incredibly large role in her life.

Such a traumatic birth however did leave it’s scars. Haley is disabled having a condition called CEREBRAL PALSY meaning that her amount of movement she has in her legs was severely impaired, what little amount of walking she can do is incredibly painful, she’s been going to therapy to try to improve it.

You would think that Haley being born would have had a massive impact on Ollie and Dinah’s lives, that they would have gotten their act together. This did happen for a while but it wasn’t long before things fell apart again.

Her childhood was frustrating, as she never got to do a lot of the things her younger siblings got to enjoy, it was hard for her to even get up in the morning never mind learning martial arts or how to manage her powers.

As she got older however she grew more determined to win rather than lose. She practiced archery until her fingers burned, learnt how to do martial arts in her chair, until she was as good a fighter as her siblings, albeit with a few restrictions.

As a teenager Hals spent was very much a loner. She had to learn to fend for herself and be comfortable in her own company while Ollie and Dinah were busy being Ollie and Dinah. Something that culminated with Nora going to boarding school. Haley was around seventeen when she learnt she was better simply expecting nothing from her parents, although they both tried their best.

On the whole her unstable childhood, and not so great relationships as a teenager lead her to the belief that everybody leaves, with the exception of her siblings who she sees as her responsibility, it’s a viewpoint she hasn’t been able to shake even now.

At the age of nineteen she really didn’t know who she wanted to be, but at the age of twenty two she had become a TA at Paragon Academy, mainly to keep an eye on her siblings but she also found that she quite enjoyed teaching. Even if she’s a fan of the tough love approach in a lot of cases.

NOW:

Hals has been a TA for five years now and at this point and feels like she’s seen it all. as always her focus is on looking after nora and her students but i can also see her being drawn into the chaos if she gets a chance. chair or no chair she’s never really been one to sit back passively.

FACTS:

She’s a singer. There’s a small cafe in town were she sings sometimes but it’s something Hals likes to keep to herself.

Despite how much she’s tried to distance herself from the man she does have quite a few traits from Oliver; wanderlust, passion, impatience there are plenty of ways you could call her her father’s daughter.

Hals is a big plant lover (her succulent collection is impressive), she has a polaroid camera that roy gifted her for her twentieth birthday which she only trusts about three people with, and she keeps a planner almost obsessively.

CONNECTIONS:

OLIVER QUEEN: father // sperm donor // frustration :: Despite what the above might lead you to believe Haley does not hate her father rather instead it is the opposite. When she was a child she idolised him, it was just when she got older she became less and less blind to the mistakes he seems to make over and over again. she’s come to the conclusion that she doesn’t need him, but at the same time she knows if she needed her that she’d be there in second to help him clear up his mess.

DINAH LANCE: mother // idol :: When she was younger haley wanted nothing more than to be just like her mother from the jacket to the singing. she makes up a big part of of haley’s personality. even now the distance between them isn’t quite as large as between haley and ollie. she still blames both of them for leaving and what happened to both of her siblings but she had far more sympathy for Dinah than she’ll ever have for ollie and tries to keep her in the picture where she can.

HAL JORDAN: godfather // parental figure :: Hal is haley’s godparent, but really she classes him as a second father. He wasn’t around too much when she was a kid, he couldn’t have been thanks to the lantern ring he wears, but whenever he was he made sure to make a fuss of her, even now she makes sure to check in with him every once and a while.

NORA LANCE-QUEEN: little sister :: Haley has always adored her younger sister. Their age gap large enough that she also wanted to be someone she could lean on. Their relationship was not however always the best, Nora took great pleasure in the socialite lifestyle while haley herself had always tried to steer away from it. Then the incident happened and Nora was hurled into this whole other world and as much as Hals tried to be there for her sister another wedge was forced in between them. They’re in the same place now but things are still a little disjointed compared to before.

CLINT BARTON:  understanding adult :: A disabled superhero isn’t that cool ?? teenage Hals certainly thinks so. The two of them have a very interesting dynamic in that they bonded over nothing more than arrows and now she turns up at his office with pizza every so often needing to vent.

EMMA FROST & SCOTT SUMMERS: teachers she works with :: despite her natural talent for music it’s ethics that Haley really has the passion to teach. as a result she has an enormous amount of respect for both Emma and Scott even if she tries to stay out of the way of their personal lives (even if she thinks they should get back together).

WANTED CONNECTION:

summer love: mamma mia style no strings attached romance? sign me up

more students: she’s a good teacher i swear

a girl squad: girls supporting girls whats not to love

all the friendships: (the more unlikely the better)

a disability support group thingy: idk but they’re around all these extra able people i bet it can be a lot

people from her past: (exes, once friends etc) just angst in general ok guys because hals really isn’t perfect

people she can look up to

league kids she feels responisble for

BASIC

full name:  elijah  daniel  xavier  -  lehnsherr.

nicknames:  eli.

age:  twenty

birthday:  24  

zodiac:  virgo

birthplace:  tampa  ,  florida.

ethnicity:  jewish  /  chinese.

gender identity:  trans  non  binary.

pronouns:  he  /  him  /  they  /  them.

sexuality:  bisexual.

HISTORY

elijah  was  born  on  the  last  hour  of  september  the  22nd  ,  the  first  day  of  fall  to  a  mutant  mother  &  human  father  ,  lydia  cohen  ford  &  elias  gao.  lydia  hid  her  powers  from  almost  everyone  around  her  ,  aside  from  her  husband.  

knowing  the  predicament  the  child  would  be  in  ,  though  ,  they  left  eli  on  the  stairs  of  nunnery  ,  hoping  they  could  protect  them  from  the  outside  world.  it  was  run  by  a  small  group  of  nuns  who  took  children  in  to  protect  them.  there  were  about  twenty  other  children  there  ,  only  one  of  whom  eli  befriended  ,  also  a  mutant  ,  who’s  parents  at  died  in  an  anti - mutant  protest.  they  were  both  targeted  with  anti  -  mutant  hatred  throughout  their  time  there  ,  by  other  children  &  the  nuns  too.

it  was  at  the  age  of  five  that  eli  was  diagnosed  with  progressive  hearing  loss  ,  something  that  caused  him  to  be  targeted  even  more.  he  was  became  profoundly  deaf  at  fourteen  ,  using  cochlear  implants  ever  since.  

their  powers  began  manifesting  when  they  were  five  ,  something  the  nuns  took  note  of.  it  started  with  malfunctioning  computers  &  appliances  when  frustrated  to  being  able  to  communicate  with  them.  it  eventually  all  blew  up  when  he  inadvertently  caused  a  blender  to  attack  one  of  the  other  children  during  a  fight.  

xavier’s  institute  quickly  caught  wind  of  this  &  came  to  assess  the  situation  ,  bringing  him  back  to  the  school.  he  didn’t  talk  much  the  first  few  months.  he  didn’t  feel  comfortable  ,  in  many  ways.  they  were  terrified  of  other  people  there  ,  assuming  the  worst.  but  ,  with  the  help  of  the  professors  ,  he  really  began  to  come  out  of  his  shell  &  eventually  adopted  by  charles  &  erik.

he  officially  came  out  as  trans  at  the  age  of  fifteen  ,  and  started  transitioning  two  years  later  ,  before  realising  he  was  also  non  binary.  they’ve  always  been  too  scared  to  speak  about  their  dysphoria  ,  even  more  so  at  the  nunnery.  &  coming  to  xavier’s  ,  he  was  grateful  to  have  found  such  loving  and  supportive  people.

he  became  curious  about  his  birth  family  in  his  early  tweens  ,  but  was  afraid  to  tell  his  friends  &  family  he  was  looking  into  it  ,  with  only  one  person  knowing.  he  tried  went  to  the  nunnery  first  ,  bringing  a  friend  along.  it  was  a  dead  end.  he  even  tried  his  powers  ,  but  they  were  nowhere  as  advanced  as  they  are  now.  finally  ,  he  came  to  charles  about  it  ,  hoping  he  could  help.  &  just  when  he  thought  there  was  a  sliver  of  hope  ,  their  father  informed  them  that  his  parents  were  both  deceased  ,  killed  in  a  purifier  attack. 

it  was  only  recently  that  he  found  out  that  this  was  a  lie  ,  when  his  birth  mother  tried  to  get  hold  of  him  in  recently.  he  hasn’t  told  anyone  yet  ,  not  even  his  adoptive  family.  &  he  hasn’t  responded  to  her  either  ,  angry  about  why  she’d  hide  for  so  long  from  him. 

PERSONALITY

he  gets  easily  frustrated  with  the  people  around  him.  they’re  super  judgemental  ,  like  if  a  friend  is  doing  something  stupid  ,  he  won’t  be  afraid  to  voice  that  shit.  doesn’t  believe  in  astrology  ,  which  he  labels  as  bullshit  ,  despite  acknowledging  the  existence  of  magic.  he  gets  really  bad  anxiety  ,  but  he  does  his  best  to  hide  it.  he’s  generally  quiet  open  about  his  feeling  ,  but  when  it  comes  to  anxiety  ,  he  views  it  as  a  weakness.  super  fussy.  everything  has  to  be  a  very  specific  way  for  him.  it’s  impossible  to  go  out  eating  with  eli.

hogwarts:  ravenclaw

temperment:  choleric

myers  briggs:  intj

EXTRA

he  keeps  a  photo  of  his  birth  parents  on  him  at  all  times.

he’ll  have  full  on  conversations  with  his  laptop  in  his  head  sometimes.  

he  doesn’t  like  furry  pets.  he  loves  animals  ,  but  can’t  stand  actually  owning  any  furry  one.

fluent  in  sign  language. 

a  guilty  pleasure  of  theirs  is  techno  music

SECTION ONE OF THREE: BULLET POINT HISTORY trigger warnings for infant health issues, talk of death

september 27th, twenty two years ago. it was a sticky autumn night when morgan antonia stark entered the world with a pitiful cry - last born and second daughter of tony stark and pepper potts. she was born to riches and prestige, but these were empty, really, in comparison to FAMILY. she had a mother and a father that loved her, dearly. she had an older brother that someday, she would surely find ways to idolize. she had people who cared for her and her safety that did so, not out of familial obligation, but because they cared for the stark-potts family ; the only pity was that they could all, as a collective, do little to save her from the worst that plagued her.

your baby is supposed to be perfect. they’re supposed to be all SOFT SKIN & powder smell. they aren’t supposed to be destined, it seems, to a life of sickness. the ventricular septal defect ( shaped like a tic tac ) was discovered only after her birth, all the scans throughout pepper’s pregnancy having shown nought. and morgan’s first few months of life were dotted with trips to the emergency room, and visits to the family doctor, something always seeming to be WRONG. infant colic was ten times worse, creating days of sleepless nights as they wondered would she be okay. she caught a chill when she was three weeks old, and was forced to spend a week in icu because of the resulting chest infection. the doctors who treated her were confident that over time, the hole in her heart stood a good chance at healing on it’s own, as many do. however, it DIDN’T get any better. as she got older, the effects of this became more and more pronounced. it seemed like she never didn’t have a chest infection. she wasn’t putting on weight. at times, her breathing was a struggle, and she was sleepy - sleepier than any baby they had ever known before, almost perpetually fatigued. the original plan had been to wait and see and hope that on it’s own, it would HEAL. at six months old, it became abundantly clear that such a thing wasn’t on the cards for morgan - and once apparent, she was booked in for open heart surgery.

your baby is supposed to be PERFECT, remember? she isn’t supposed to take ill every few days, and ultimately require surgery. it was a harrowing experience, and those first few months of morgan’s life were understandably marred - but if there had ever been any DOUBT before, it became clearer than day when she came out the other side of her surgery that the so far littlest stark was a FIGHTER, through and through. they had been prepared for a month long wait to bring her home, and that was ‘best case scenario’. they were able to do so in a fortnight. she didn’t cry, or fuss. it was like she knew the first little while had been tough, and had become hellbent on making everyone’s lives that little bit easier. lord knew they needed it. 

over time, morgan grew to be a REMARKABLY normal child. there were some differences, of course, between her and the kids she was surrounded by growing up - she required regular checkups, she needed to dress extra warmly in winter, and she always got a bit more wiped out at the end of an exciting day than anyone else - but anyone that knew the story behind the scar down the middle of her chest gaped in shock, watching her. she was never shy, never frightened. she swung from the lower boughs of trees, she sprinted at full speed and fell and got up, she was always the first to jump from atop the nearest high structure and declare that she was flying, like daddy - it seemed impossible to imagine that as a baby, she’d had a hole in her heart. that sort of health issue was associated only with those with a lot less life to them than the high-spirited girl that morgan had become, and never once had she allowed it to define her. she was a SPITFIRE, pure and simple, destined to never sit out of an experience, always the first one to give something a try. 

and she was spoiled. the real shock would have been if she hadn’t been. to say that the stark’s were comfortable would have been a gross understatement - they had the means with which to do it, so of course she was spoiled ; though morgan was taught in equal measure not to take such things for granted. money was material. fame was FICKLE. family, and friends ; they were what mattered most, and at that - they were what lasted forever. morgan was spoiled, but she had a good head on her shoulders. she knew right from wrong. she knew what was of VALUE to her, and it wasn’t cold hard cash. she was always something of a bleeding heart, and she loved stronger than the sun burned. she attracted “friends” like moths to a lamp as one of the popular kids, but while not all of them felt so genuinely towards her, morgan always LOVED them. if she befriended someone, if she cared about them, then it was impossible to shake her ; and this was a lonely existence, in a way, more obvious than ever before when she began to attend high school and realized, overnight, that a lot of her friends were not, in reality, her friends. they cared for what she could give to them, or what she could do. they cared about the status that came from being within a stark’s inner circle. but they didn’t really care about her. she had a loving family at home. she had family friends that were not so shallow as to love her only for what she possessed. but away at school, she found she had very few people she could trust, and only ONE who could be counted as her very best.

morgan stark and richard parker had been friends from childhood, toddlers that had grown alongside one another and by grace, or blessing, stayed within the same school years as they aged. the love they had burned BRIGHT and true, their friendship of the fierce and genuine kind. neither needed anything more than the other, and for someone like morgan - someone who was becoming increasingly aware of just how many people in her life came with strings attached - this was something rare and unusual and so beyond welcome. he was her closest confidant. her most valued adviser. her best friend, in every sense of the word.

and he would, in time, become her greatest source of guilt.

she was smart, and she was DRIVEN, and she was the daughter of heroes that the world knew were heroes - of course morgan grew up with a little bit of ‘save the world’ within her, because when it came down to it... she believed, wholeheartedly, that she had the motivations and the ABILITIES to do so. she had always been a mother hen, more protective of her friends than she had any right to be. always keeping an eye on them and the other children, always stepping in whether they did or did not need it. she fought for other people’s honor. she stuck up for the bullied, she offered to tutor ( or flat out do the homework of ) anyone that was left behind. she wanted to HELP people, even before she had hit double digits, and the itch to do so only grew when she did. it was something that she and her friend shared. a drive to be heroic.

imagine, then, if you will : a little girl with brains and bravery. a lonely, loving little girl, getting older now in age but never quite losing that naive belief that even she could do something incredible. someone that wanted to SAVE the world and the people in it, someone who had spend her whole life watching tv broadcasts of her father and his friends taking down villains across the globe. her older brother was now actively training to be someone that the world could look to and in a way, jealousy blossomed within morgan’s chest. by grace of her birth she had never known a time when she couldn’t defend herself, but still ; she felt overlooked. she felt, in a sense, SNUBBED, and time ticked by in which morgan found she COULDN’T, wouldn’t, sit around and do nothing anymore. the world was a wacky, flawed place to live. it needed more heroes than what it had, and richie - her best friend - would never have allowed her take on the monsters outside of her door without being at her side.

she stole an old mark stark suit from the deepest depths of storage, and using skills she had developed all on her own, reprogrammed it so that friday wouldn’t alert her father to what she was doing. she never told him, or her mother. they would have disapproved. they would have FORBIDDEN it. she was only fifteen, a child, and while she was smart - tony’s daughter through and through - it was as close to the blind leading the blind as anything could get. her parents would have put a stop to it before the adrenaline and the feeling that they were making a difference became the heady mixture that both of them got addicted to, and neither could ignore. if they had known, morgan would have never snuck out of their home that first day to meet with her friend in a back alley and begin prowling the streets, looking for trouble. it never would have continued.

but it DID. and for a while ; for a long while, at that, it seemed to go WELL for them. morgan had training, and wisdom that she could impart upon them - but both of them armed with stark branded weapons meant that, even if they got knocked down, they could do some damage on the way. she had the suit, so she typically ran point - but together, they were cleaning up the streets of new york, one petty criminal at a time. 

it was never anything too huge. never a fight they couldn’t win.

except for when it was.

two little kids decided not to call the big guns in when they stumbled across a shady deal taking place in a warehouse, in williamsburg, brooklyn. two little kids rushed into stop the bad guys, thinking that they could DO it. two little kids bit off more than they could chew when they discovered that what seemed to be run of the mill was anything but.

it should have been her. she had dragged him along - all the way along, if you wanted to go back to when they had started. she had wanted to be a hero, and she had tugged him with her so they could be a duo. that they could become two more famous names, somewhere down the line.

but it wasn’t her. and all the wishing, all her praying, all the begging afterwards wouldn’t change that, ever. the fight was chaotic. there were more inside than what they could handle, and neither had accounted for actual powers after all the petty street criminals they had tested themselves with. she saw him get knocked down - she dove to try and shield him, and the last thing that she remembered was instructing her a.i. to send out a distress signal. something collided with her, crippling her jets, spinning her off course ; the suit was old, and it couldn’t take the hit. she should have, could have, might have died.

it came pretty CLOSE. she awoke in the hospital what could have been hours or days later, parents at her side ; battered, broken, but still, miraculously, alive. the same could not be said about richard.

she couldn’t face his funeral. she was discharged the day before, but she never deluded herself into thinking that she belonged there. he wouldn’t have been in that situation, if it hadn’t been for morgan. he never would have tried their luck. never would have DIED. they were two children playing make believe, playing at an adults game ; and both of them had paid the price, but they would never get a do over.

it should have gone a lifelong number on her desire to be a hero. for a long while, it did. morgan secluded herself in the aftermath, dropping out of the prestigious school they had attended together out of thoughts that everyone there was looking to her with hatred, and finished her schooling at home. she honed her computer skills ; she worked in the garage, building a new suit that she couldn’t imagine ever wearing from scratch. 

it was a slow process in coming out her shell, once again, and trying to live her life. it had to be, when she didn’t believe that she deserved it. but attending paragon was an active decision. choosing to attend college and make something of herself came when she realized that she had a gift not everyone got - and her parents deserved to see her do more than wallow, for the rest of her life. she wants to TRY AGAIN, in all aspects. she wants to be better. do more. do good. she isn’t sure that she can, but she won’t go down without a fight 

SECTION TWO OF THREE: HEADCANONS trigger warnings for talk of death, ptsd, depression, alcoholism

morgan SHOULD have died. if anything could have been written in the stars of that fateful night, it would have been that her time was up. when the emergency services arrived, they had to cut her out of her suit - and her injuries should have killed her. what no one knew, until then, was that morgan was affected with at least partial extremis virus, due to pepper’s exposure. she healed, faster than she should have ; and it was questionable, but the lack of any other side effects had them hoping against hope that this would be the sum of it. morgan hasn’t had the heart to tell them that that night served as an awakening, of sorts, and that she’s been getting worse ever since.

alloy, noun. a metal made by combining two or more metallic elements, especially to give greater strength or resistance to corrosion. there was always a REASON for why morgan chose this as her alias.

she’s only ever had one pet ; duma, her now six year old newfoundland. he’s the light of morgan’s life, and was mostly a marked effort on her parents behalf to try and encourage her to leave the house - and the garage - more frequently. 

like her father, morgan has struggled with addiction since the death of her friend ; in LARGE because the guilt in combination to the grief was simply too much for her. she doesn’t recognize her own drinking as a problem, as she’s now been using alcohol to self medicate her obvious ptsd and depression for years, and considers it something of a crutch in social situations. however, it is present. and it is something that she should tackle, eventually.

morgan may captain the gymnastics and fencing teams, but her talents extend far beyond ; she was a childhood ballet dancer and piano player, and outside of these, was taught self defense from the moment she could put one foot in front of the other without falling down again.

she wasn’t just building herself a new suit for the past few years. morgan got very into HACKTIVISM, using skills she had developed while she was young to... well. do some good. she mightn’t have gone about it in the right ways, all the time, but her core drives have always been the same. 

SECTION THREE OF THREE: WANTED CONNECTIONS

family of her deceased best friend. does your char not have enough angst in their life? do you want them to have a sibling, child, nibling, pibling, cousin... something who was morgan’s closest friend, and was a part of her superhero escapades? then boy oh boy, do i have the wanted connect for you. please allow me stress that i have no ( immediate ) plans to request this person be brought back to life, as their death has had a HUGE affect on who and what morgan is, but... still. do they blame her? do they think that their relation made their own bed, so to speak? can they forgive her? will they refuse to? give me it all. taken by the parkers !

friends / best friends / close friends / etc. mark two. give morgan... people she grew up with, honestly. give her people who went partying with her way too much in the aftermath of all that happened, who became shoulders to cry on and people to lean on. ppl she wasn’t close to but is now, because... reasons. i’m sure we can come up with them.

childhood sweetheart. in the purest sense of the word. they were as thick as thieves, two peas in a pod - never dated, but everyone always ooed and awed and said that someday soon, they were gonna. cutesy little kid relationship !

and flings ! ex, current, whatever you can think of. morgan is pansexual panromantic, and she’s not always made the best of decisions. let her have had carnal relations with people she should hate. let her have had them with people she knows well. let them be one night stands. gimme all.

SECTION ONE OF THREE: BULLET POINT HISTORY trigger warnings for talk of death & divorce & army 

tova soleil vidarsdottir was born on july 23rd, 1997, one of ( if not the ) first born children of vidar bjork-thorson & solveig carter. she’s what the world would call a legacy ; and she’s felt the weight of this for most of her life.

she’s always loved her parents. her father was her hero, and her mother was her best friend. it’s easy, in a lot of ways, to grow up and resent the people that brought you into the world - in a great many cases, they don’t seem to do enough. when you’re young, when you’re HORMONAL, it’s easy to latch onto what they did wrong and not what they did well. for tova, it was the opposite. neither could have done a better job, in her innocent eyes, the sun rising and setting upon them. 

for a while, this was fine. every parent hopes their child will look up to them, after all - and tova did. she was the kind of child that never wanted to let go of her mother’s hand. never wanted to stop getting piggybacks around the garden from her dad. never wanted to grow up, really, but the sad truth was ; everyone has to eventually. 

she always looks to her childhood with rose tinted glasses. she has no desire not to, even though she knows, now that she’s older, things were never quite as good as she recalls. her dad was never really around. it wasn’t his fault - just the life that he led. he was always overseas, doing his part as a soldier in the british army to keep the peace, to save the world, as tova liked to think. she still gets a little THRILL when she hears the sound of the postbox going - a residual feeling from when she was just a little kid, living with the knowledge that a letter was all she’d have of her dad, for a little while longer. when he was back, things were good until they weren’t. she doesn’t recall what her parents arguments were about, anymore ; just that they existed. sometimes she would hear the rising voices, but for the most part, she would sleep soundly - none the wiser to what was starting to build between them. 

she remembers things as BETTER than they were. she doesn’t remember them as perfect. cracks existed, but tova never thought that they would grow so wide that repairs would be impossible. 

over time, it came to be that tova spent more time with her sprawling family than she did her father. sunny and hers were reliable presences ; vidar’s siblings and the asgardians were, too. he was the only one who wasn’t. as long as aunt theresa was around, though, things were never dire. her dad’s younger sister was probably tova’s favorite family member, though she never would have said, of course. there was just something about her that tova wanted to emulate. she was FULL OF LIFE, and happy, and whenever she came to visit she would bring the best stories, and presents. she was everything.

tova will always feel, in a way, like maybe she was to blame for what happened. she was only eleven - too young to understand, really, when all hell broke loose. theresa pushed her to the floor, lying across her to make sure that she was safe, as shots rang out around them. all tova could think was that she had made her aunt bring her to the shops, before they went to the bank ; she had delayed the trip, she had gotten them caught in this, she --- she had gotten theresa killed. everyone told her differently. in the hours, days, weeks, months after ; everyone knew she harbored some kind of guilt, and everyone knew that it didn’t belong on her little shoulders. still, it was a burden she had to bear. theresa had kept her safe. theora trevor had saved the day. she wouldn’t have been alive without the latter, but if the former hadn’t put herself in harms way.... tova knew it would be different. 

this was the turning point. the real one, at that. however much she had grown up and become aware that as much love as there was, her family life was far from perfect, tova had always been able fool herself. in the aftermath of her aunts death, though, things fell apart. two years later, her parents were divorcing.

she never blamed herself for that. it’s kind of surprising to hear from someone with a guilt complex, but the thing was ; tova was getting older, now. she didn’t want to, but she understood that her parents would be happier apart. sometimes, that’s how things go. 

understandably, her later teen years were fairly rough. she was going through a lot because of her aunt’s death, and she had to learn, now, how to live two different lives ; the one with mum, and the one with dad. she still loved both her parents, but sunny had always been there. the same couldn’t have been said for vidar.

there was a disconnect between them that tova desperately wished didn’t exist. in a last ditch effort to try and be like her dad, to mend part of their relationship, to relate to him and make him relate to her - tova joined the british army after leaving school. it seemed like the right idea. 

it all kind of snowballed, from there.

the army grants educational leave ; tova’s plan had always been to establish herself, and then take that. she spent her seventeenth and eighteenth year in boot camp and then, overseas - time off spent in england. then, she applied and was denied her chance to take a break. she was a good soldier. both her parents had army roots, as did a lot of the people she knew from being a kid ; she knew what she was doing, what to say and how to act, and she was top of her grouping. still, they wouldn’t allow her take her leave. 

instead, on a fateful afternoon, tova was called into her superiors office. a man and a woman in suits sat with him, and they explained - as clearly as they could - how she was a top candidate for a special kind of mission. they knew she wanted to go to college. they knew she wanted to go to college in america, at paragon academy, so she could be nearer to her DAD. there had been a new kind of distance forming with the fact he now lived across the ocean, and she had figured she could spent time with the family. they were willing to allow her that time, that chance at a good college education, so long as she also kept working for them. she asked who ‘they’ were, and was told that weapon x were just trying to keep the world safe. she could help them do that.

she didn’t know what she was signing up for. she just thought that...- it was necessary. and if doing it allowed her to get where she wanted to be... tova didn’t ask that many questions.

and now she’s here. 

SECTION TWO OF THREE: HEADCANONS

tova is a good kid. i really want to stress that, considering the reveal of the end of her bio ; she was eighteen years old when she was made an offer that seemed too good to be true, and she took it even though it was. it absolutely was, and... she’s been reporting on mutant’s, and on specific ones, and on what’s going on at the school at any given time. she’s been keeping bad people in the loop because she thinks that they’re better than they are, though a part of her is starting to cotton onto the fact that they aren’t. she’s not on their level. she was, and is, just naive.

if i was going to use a single thing to describe her, i’d use a few lines from sandi thom’s song ; “i was born too late into a world that doesn’t care, i wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.” everything about tova is just... a little bit vintage, and a lot bit punk. she dresses in a very specific way ( fishnets, acid wash, embroidered jeans, t-shirts with slogans, faded band shirts made before she was born, combat boots, stressed tights, MORE ), that also, somehow, manages to mix two styles that seem at war ; and seeing her stood inside her room, all its colors and decorations and cacti in painted pots... would almost be jarring. she'll take vinyl over cd, anyday, and would rather own a car from prior to the 80s than she would one with all the modern amenities. she likes the style of the past, though she can admit that she likes how far we’ve come far more, and every inch of her being reflects that.

when tova was younger and playing outside, in full view of home, she was attacked by a neighbors dog. it was one of those ‘freak accident’ type things, that she hadn’t provoked, and that the dog hadn’t forewarned happening. it was fairly serious, at the time, and she spent the night in the hospital. she’s been scared of dogs ever since, or at least... any dog that isn’t dad’s corgi ( a dog that still took her time to relax around )

tova has an eidetic memory ; which means, while in some ways she isn’t the most intelligent of people, she retains information quite well... though better, if she’s actually interested. for her, that means being able to rattle off music facts from the top of her head without an issue ; her real passions lie there, and she drinks in any and all information she can get. for school, it means she typically doesn’t need to try too hard. 

she does have a pet, though ! agatha is her three year old rescue cat, and she’s blind in both eyes. she got her as a kind of ‘welcome to the states and college’ present for herself, mostly because she figured she was going to spend the first few months settling in LONELY, and fell in love the moment she met her. she’s an indoor cat for obvious reasons, and because tova spends so much time with her, has the sweetest and most gentlest kind of temperament she could ; perfect for tova.

SECTION THREE OF THREE: WANTED CONNECTIONS

anything from THIS tag !

TOVA VIDARSDOTTIR, our EMMA MACKEY fc is looking for her SQUAD / FIVE + TOVA + THE BEST FRIEND connection who looks like GIORGIA WHIGHAM, LAURA HARRIER, JOHN KARNA, CHRIS VERES / ANY FC who are 20+ YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( the squad includes tova and the best friend - but the DIFFERENCE between this connect and the last is that the squad breeds negativity. not actively. not to the point where it’s become a problem - at least… not yet. but think about any group of people in high school / college. think about how the connections formed in said group are intricate and sometimes hard to pin down. think about how some GOSSIP about the others, and how sometimes, someone doesn’t sit with them for a long time because of something that happened last weekend that remains unsaid for a while. there’s always a new drama. there’s always someone on the spot. they love one another, but sometimes it feels like they don’t really like each other - all of them with their own stories, their own lives, their own developments, and they come together for study group, and to hang out after class, and for lunch, and they have a little groupchat on facebook and ios and snapchat, and sometimes they just don’t THINK. who’s to say if they’ll be friends in ten years time, or if they’re only friends now because they tolerate each others presences? none of them know yet, and they’re not rushing to find out ).

TOVA VIDARSDOTTIR, our EMMA MACKEY fc is looking for her PARTNER connection who looks like JORDAN FISHER, AMBER MIDTHUNDER, RICHARD WALTERS, ANA GOLJA / ANY FC who is 20+ YEARS OLD. you DO have to contact prior to applying at TOFUISMS or DISCORD ( jean grey rail me challenge#5427 ). ( i don’t really know how to phrase this one. so. tova is twenty one. she’s relatively new to living here in the states. she’s still learning about life, and sexuality, and so on and so forth. i don’t want to label this as a slowburn, or as a hateship, or as… any sort of specific romance connection, because i think it could be ANY of them, or all. not every relationship is the be all, end all. quite a lot of them have an expiration date. and when someone’s young, they don’t always do the big dance around the will they, won’t they - sometimes they talk for two weeks and decide to give it a shot. sometimes they hookup at parties every time one is thrown and ignore each other in the halls the rest of the time. i’m really open to discuss this with someone, because the end goal doesn’t feel like an endgame ship for me ( though who’s to say it won’t end up there? like i said. some have an expiration date, some don’t ). it’s to explore… the relationship side of things. a lot of romance plots are very serious very fast and i think it could b fun to wind it back and make something suPER casual. whom knows where we will end up! ) 

TOVA VIDARSDOTTIR, our EMMA MACKEY fc is looking for her EXES / THREE TYPES IN DESC connection who look like TOM MADEN, ALISHA BOE, KHYLIN RHAMBO, MADELAINE PETSCH / PLAYERS CHOICE and are 19+. you DO have to contact prior to applying at TOFUISMS or DISCORD ( jean grey rail me challenge#5427 ). ( one for a relationship that began and ended when they were the smallest of little kids, one for a relationship that ended so badly they have probably never spoken since, and one for a relationship that turned into a close friendship, but was never destined for anything more. take your pick ! )

TOVA VIDARSDOTTIR, our EMMA MACKEY fc is looking for COWORKERS connection who looks like ANY FC who are ANY AGE. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( just a small connect for more people who work in the local record store ! tova could do with some people who she can have the typical work dynamic with, and mayb they can even be friends outside of it! ) ( zoë barnes + more )

VIDAR BJÖRK-THORSON & TOVA VIDARSDOTTIR, our CHARLIE HUNNAM & EMMA MACKEY fcs are looking for a SIBLING / PIBLING connection who looks like DANIEL HENNEY, JASON MOMOA, GARRETT HEDLUND, ALEXIS BLEDEL, SKEET ULRICH, HAYLEY ATWELL / UTP who is 35-48 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( tova loves her pibling! and vidar loves his sib - they’re also vidar’s last sibling ( that he was raised alongside ) that is still alive, they’re very close because they were raised together and were always running around together, causing chaos and looking after each other. their adopted baby sister died 10ish years ago due to a fatality in superheroing ( but tova was able to be saved so ofc - conflicted feelings for vidar! ) honestly, they could be adopted, a child of thor + helene ( wld b 42+ if so ) or a child of helene + someone else! bonus points 4 helene + a different asgardian! check out vidar’s INTRO for background info & more fc options. )