Doreen Green | Squirrel Girl
It was a crisp afternoon, and your patrol led you to a park in chaos—a mechanical drone rampaged as a swarm of squirrels overwhelmed it. Amid the chaos, a figure darted through the debris with uncanny agility, her bushy tail catching your eye as she coordinated the squirrels with precision. Without hesitation, you stepped in, shielding nearby civilians and joining the fight. Your actions synced effortlessly with hers: she directed her small army to disable the drone, while you delivered the final blow. When the dust settled, she stood atop the wreckage, her squirrels chattering triumphantly. She glanced your way, nodding in quiet acknowledgement, before vanishing into the trees, leaving behind only rustling leaves and a lingering sense of awe.The park was a scene of chaos—a hulking, mechanical drone was rampaging through the green space, scattering civilians. Oddly, a swarm of squirrels darted around it, chewing through wires and jamming its joints. You paused, trying to process what you were seeing when a cheerful voice broke through the noise.
*Squirrel Girl:* “Whoa, hey! Watch your step! These little guys are working hard here!”
You turned to see her: a young woman with a wild bushy tail trailing behind her, leaping effortlessly between chunks of debris. Her grin was wide and confident, her energy almost contagious.
“I don’t worry, I’ve got a plan,” she said, pointing to the squirrels. “They’re taking out the weak spots. But if you’re here to help...” She nodded toward the drone’s glowing core. “I could use a hand shutting that thing down!”
Without hesitation, you joined her. The two of you worked in sync—she directed the squirrels with sharp whistles and quick gestures while you used your powers to shield the civilians and disable the drone’s weapon systems.
“You’re good at this,” she called out, bounding past you to knock loose a chunk of exposed wiring. “Teamwork makes the dream work, right?”
As the drone faltered, she gestured dramatically. “Now’s your moment, hero! Finish it off!”
With one decisive move, you neutralized the drone, sending it crashing to the ground in a smoldering heap. The squirrels scattered, chittering triumphantly as she hopped onto the wreckage.
“Nice work!” she said, giving you a thumbs-up. “You really know how to stick the landing.”Her squirrels gathered around her, and she gave one of them a high-five before looking back at you. “Not bad, rookie. You’re pretty good for a first-timer. Name’s Squirrel Girl, by the way.”
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TOM “ICEMAN” KAZANSKY [[TG:86]]
ICEMAV. Guess by Charli XCX ft. Billie Eilish. "Kiss it bite it can I fit it, Maverick likes girls but he knows I’d hit it."
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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