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Age: 29
December 24, 1985
Birth Place: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Current Location: Manhattan, New York, New York
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Species: Human
Ethnicity: Canadian, Norwegian
Occupation: Cybernetician Specializing in Biomedical Engineering & Artificial Intelligence
Education: M.A. in Engineering
Dalhousie University
Languages: French, English, German
Religious Views: "If the news is accurate, then it looks like the Vikings were right."
Political Views: "I try to deal with robots with some actual artificial intelligence, and not ones in suits."
Family: Daniel Martin Couture - 65 - Father
Heather Jennifer Couture - 58 - Mother
Bailey & Boomer - 5ish - Spaniel Mix & French Bull Dog
Polyphemus - 4 - Ocelot Margay
Favourite Colour: Electric Blue
Favourite Food: Bagel Bites
"I'm a genius but even I can't think of a better way to make a pizza bite sized."
Favourite Movie: I, Robot
Favourite Book: The Lifecycle of Software Objects by Ted Chiang
Favourite Quote: "I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that." - HAL, 2001: A Space Odyssey
Favourite Song: "Sing" - Ed Sheeran
Theme Song: "Legacy" - Eminem
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 129 lbs
Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue
Scars: She has a piece of pavement in her left knee from when she was fifteen and fell when running.
Tattoos: On her left arm she has a version of "11011" which, in binary code, translates to the "Ø" symbol. In math, Ø is the symbol for diameter and continues to be her way of preferring to be straightforward about ways to solve a problem. The tattoos on her left and right are both really simple and don't need much explanation except for the Korean currency , and her angel wings are a mistake from when she was sixteen that she can't bring herself to remove or get tattooed over.
Piercings: Ears, Belly Button
Physical Description: The last thing that people think when they look at Aria is that she's an engineer with the brain to back up the body. Depending on which smile she decides to flash or how she decides to dress herself, Aria is either inhumanly adorable or drop dead flawless. Her tattoos are never noticed by anyone unless it's the one on her arm, and she mostly prefers it that way hence why they're small in inconspicuous places. She's what people would typically expect from a girl from California: light tan, blonde hair, blue eyes, thin body. Nobody could ever guess that she's from Canada except when she talks. Her Canadian accent isn't as strong as it used to be, but she still says "oo" in replace of the "ow" sound in words. It's the one thing that throws everyone off as everyone continually forgets that she's from Canada. She's been called "American" enough times to get actually angered whenever people say it.
Strengths: There are very few skills which she holds above her intelligence. Given her mostly background and the fact she went to a school district that provided a very poor education, Aria is very proud of how she's turned out. She doesn't usually brag about it because it might lead to people asking why she enjoys boasting, but there are moments when even she is surprised by and proud of herself. Applying her knowledge is one of the talents where she's most obviously brilliant. Theoretical was never interesting to her, not like applying. She loves the process of creating her ideas into intentions. Talking is one thing, doing is another. Doing is where Aria truly shines. She constantly loves to prove herself and prove that she's better than where she came from. Most people don't know that she has something to prove, but even if they don't know they realize that she's always proving something to herself she still has to do it. Aria doesn't keep doing her work for other people; she works for herself and hopes it helps other people.
Weaknesses: Aria gets really twitchy, for lack of a better term, when it's quiet. It reminds her too much of the days in her childhood where the quiet meant she needed to be on edge so she didn't wake up her parents and get the shitty end of the stick for it. Whenever things get too quiet, Aria changes as a person. Her patience will rapidly deteriorate, she gets really jumpy, and she's snapped at people much harsher than she otherwise would. The quiet just does things to her, and she hates it. To offset this, Aria tries to keep music on or some kind of noise every time she's got some down time. The only other real downside that Aria's realized with herself was simply the fact that she doesn't get really close to people that easily. As far back as she can remember, she's never told anyone what her situation at home was like. None of her friends really know anything about her other than what can be confirmed by numerous sources on the Internet. She just doesn't want people to know and then judge her on that instead of what she's done.
Dislikes: Aria has issues with the New York traffic. People are in such a big hurry and she really hates that people can't stop and look around. More than the fact they're just in a hurry, they're also just such snobs who think they're better than everyone. Those superficial, cocky bastards get on her nerves. She can understand it if they worked for what they had, but she can't stand it when people look down on the little guy or the poor people just because they don't have the same money or the same opportunities that someone else had. It bothers her knowing she came from the bottom and achieved the level of success she did without anyone's else while fighting the knowledge that everyone could look down on her at any time until she met people who just didn't know who she was.
Aspirations: Since she's already started to make leaps into her appropriate fields the way she wanted to, Aria has much more that she wants to do for herself. All she's wanted to do as of late is learn the files in relation to the Winter Soldier project. Bucky Barnes is a fascinating example that she needs to replicate, and honestly that's all she wants to do by the end of the year. Of course, she has other projects that she has to keep herself busy. Aria doesn't want to become obsessed even though she knows it is very, very likely that the H.Y.D.R.A. files will become a fun and complex problem that she would love to solve.
Fears: Aria has a fear of being trapped, enclosed with no escape, or drowned. Basically, she's scared of her having to put her fate into someone else's hands and having it come back to bite her in the ass. She's been in small, dark spaces for hours and it's left an imprint on her that most people don't know. The dark isn't necessarily a fear, but it makes her really uncomfortable. She falls asleep with the television on or even "accidentally" leaves a light on just so she doesn't have to deal with the anxiety that the darkness provides. Failure is also a fear, failure and exposure. Aria hates feeling exposed, and she would hate it if people found out about her past and tried to use her as a success story; everyone who's anyone is a success story.
Aria is nothing short of a success story wherein the protagonist comes from nothing and makes themself into something. Her parents weren't the richest of people. Her parents made just enough money every month to scrape by if they spent their welfare check only on the necessities. That should have made it easy, right? It wouldn't be luxurious, but it would have been easy. It wasn't easy, never was. The welfare check didn't cover things like a smoking habit, didn't account those things into the amount of money they were given each month. It also didn't account for liquor. Later on in her life, she would learn it also didn't account for drugs. Her parents both had jobs, but they were only part-time and paid next to nothing. On paper, they were doing much better than they really were. Some of Aria's first memories were of her parents yelling at each other and throwing things. Her parents weren't the only adults in their apartment building. The projects were filled with kids like her with parents like hers. She was never alone in spirit, but all of them were alone physically because they couldn't escape the reality of their surroundings. For the first five years of her life, until she went to school, Aria didn't go outside much and didn't smile or laugh much either.
Her earliest fascination with technology started when she was six years old. School had been boring for her in class, but it gave her chances to go outside. It also gave her chances to be home alone without anyone there to bother her or yell at her or each other. Her habit after school would be to walk home and go turn on the TV show Transformers. It was the only program she could ever manage to have time for before one of her parents came home and the chaos started back up again. She spent a long time wondering about what it would be like to have a robot and if she had one it could be put on display and shown to people for money. They really needed money. There were only a couple months out of every school year that she could even see Transformers because there wouldn't be enough money to pay the cable company... or the power bill... and sometimes the water bill... and occasionally the rent. It was a very hard living, but Aria didn't complain too much. She could handle herself and make sure she was cared for appropriately whenever there was a bill that wasn't paid so they didn't have power or water. They never got evicted, though, because the government just took the rent money out of their checks.
It was this unstable environment that made her teenage years hell. Thirteen was the transitional year wherein she made the metamorphosis from the quiet kid that went to school in clothes that were four years old to the kid whose life turned to shit. Her dad started disappearing for days at a time and coming home for only a couple of hours to yell at her or her mom before he left again. When he was home, it was obvious to anyone who saw him that he was either tweaking or jonesing. It was a tipping point that caused what little restraint Aria held to break. Getting evicted would have been easier on the family, but that never happened and they were too poor to live anywhere else. Her grades dropped tremendously, but she never got below a B on her tests. She would stop showing up to class in favour of ditching, and when she was fifteen she started committing petty crimes because they needed money and she thought the best way to do that was for her and her friends at the time to commit crimes from shop lifting to car theft to burglary. The first thing her friends tried to get her into was drug related, but that was always one area of crime that Aria refused to try; it ruined her life and the life of her family, and she wanted nothing to do with the ruining of others.
That kept her busy at night, but during the day there happened to be a new pop culture creation that came out when she was fifteen: Bionicles. She never watched the show or paid attention to them, but she loved building them. Whatever money didn't go to her parents would go to those toys. So her days were spent sometimes going to school, but she killed time during the day by building things. The more money she brought home, the more their small apartment seemed like an actual home. She'd steal her dad's tools and take the television or the computer apart and only sometimes put it back together... sometimes she'd just leave things scattered about her room and hope nobody went in there; to stop that problem, Aria took to locking her door from the inside and leaving out her window every day and learned how to pick a lock. Her nights, on the other hand, were spent with her friends (and eventually just her boyfriend that was six years older than her) committing delinquent actions. She never did anything on her own until one night when she was kicked out. Her father hadn't liked the fact she'd taken apart their old TV and turned it into a little robot so he threw her out for six weeks. He didn't even leave home. The only reason she didn't freeze given that it was from December through January was because she'd taken her mom's lighter and the robot she'd gotten into trouble for building and made it so that the robot could keep her warm. Nobody ever knew that she'd been kicked out.
Thankfully she didn't have to stay kicked out for any longer than the six weeks. It was only her third night back home when she was arrested (not like it was the first time) with her boyfriend for grand theft auto. She was seventeen and tried as an adult because it wasn't her first offense. After being sentenced to three years in jail, Aria realized that she couldn't pursue anything that she'd formerly wanted to. Her plan for life blew up in her face, and she didn't think it was able to be recovered. That was almost the case until she learned she could get her G.E.D. in jail and work towards her education again, even if it would be a little delayed. She could have been bailed out if her family wasn't broke. Her by then ex-boyfriend had been bailed out, but he decided to break up with her after one time he visited her and there was no way she could afford it on her own. Lucky for her, she toned down her behaviour a lot in the two years she was there and was let out for good behaviour. It was a felony that could be expunged from her record, but she needed to make sure she kept all her ducks in a row. At twenty years old she decided to move away from her part of Canada. She didn't want to be in the toxic environment anymore and went to Dalhousie on both a scholarship and financial aide and two thousand dollars she had stashed in various places throughout her room. It was everything she had, and she moved.
Dalhousie was where she really figured herself out. Robotics and engineering proved to be her calling as she'd often thought about when she was a kid, but that's also when she found that she liked animals. She'd never had a pet before, and she'd never gone over to a friend's house, so she had no experience with domesticated animals. The puppy room on campus opened her eyes to a lot of things, and she learned animals provided the sense of companionship that she went without her entire life. Within six years, she had completed her Bachelor's and her Master's degree. She'd already proven to be successful in her fields and that she had progressive ideas for a better future. The success, however, truly started to come when she got an email one day from an old professor of hers informing her that she had a job in Germany he recommended her for that would start in eight months so she'd better start learning the language just in case they didn't speak English. There was a team at a university in Germany working on developing a bionic eye that could possibly restore sight to the blind, and her professor had recommended her to the Germans when they had another opening on their team. In those eight months, Aria dedicated herself solely to learning German, becoming fluent enough to have a basic conversation. She would become fluent in German the two years that she lived there.
In Germany, she and the team of Germans she was working with came incredibly close to what their goal was. Technology hadn't come far enough for them to restore vision perfectly, but they were managing to get closer to restoring pixels that would be better than nothing. Before they practiced on humans, they had animal trials. Their first successful case was a one-eyed cat they found that she got to name Polyphemus. They gave him the bionic eye and left him under Aria's care to examine and observe him for a month after the surgery to test how the animal was recovering and how sight improved. During the course of that month, Aria learned how smart and adaptable Polyphemus was. She managed to teach him other things like opening doors and turning on the lights too. By the time her report was finished, she was needed back in the lab to help them up how many pixels they could project again. It only took her two months to get the eyes functioning at half the normal human level, about three times more powerful than any of the Germans thought they could manage. They did ten human trials before the announcement was made, and once it was Aria moved to America (New York actually) so she could be back in North America without having to go back to Canada. She hasn't been back since her record was expunged. Since her move, Aria's been working mainly in the labs of other people when they want something along the lines of a Cyborg or a robot with A.I. Her own work has consisted of developing various A.I.'s and using files recovered from H.Y.R.D.A. to replicate and otherwise alter cybernetic technology used on the subject Bucky Barnes.
I'm too lazy to rewrite her entire history to change it to the verse, but basically she teaches physics, algebra II, and robotics at the academy so she can get a lab to continue her work and teach other people.
Age: 124
May 1,1889
Appears early to mid thirties
Birth Place: Alberta, Canada
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human Mutant
Ethnicity: Canadian
Occupation: Member of the X-Men; Teacher at Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Education: Tutored as a child
Religious Views: "You really think there's a guy with a beard sitting up in the sky watching over us all?"
Political Views: It's all the same.
Family: Thomas Logan - Deceased - Biological Father
John Howlett Sr. - Deceased - "Father"
Elizabeth Howlett - Deceased - Mother
John Howlett Jr. - Deceased - Half-Brother
Dog Logan - 128 - Half-Brother
Logan remembers none of these people.
Favourite Color: Navy
Favourite Food: Beer
Favourite Movie: Roadhouse
Favourite Book: "Got better things to do than read a book."
Favourite Quote: When cops tell him to, "Put the knives down!"
Favourite Song: "Highway to Hell" - AC/DC
Theme Song: "Animal I Have Become" - Three Days Grace
Weight: 300 lbs
195 lbs without the adamantium.
The adamantium adds a lot of weight.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Scars: He always heals.
Tattoos: None
Abilities: Wolverine possesses the ability to regenerate damaged or destroyed areas of his cellular structure at a rate far greater than that of an ordinary human. The speed his healing factor works at varies in direct proportion with the severity of the damage he suffers. Wolverine's natural healing also affords him virtual immunity to poisons and most drugs, as well as an enhanced resistance to diseases; it is nearly impossible for him to become intoxicated from drinking alcohol. He also has a limited immunity to the fatigue poisons generated by bodily activity, and hence he has greater endurance than an ordinary human. His agility and reflexes are similarly enhanced. Wolverine's healing factor provides him with an extended lifespan by slowing the effects of the aging process. Although over a century old, Wolverine is as healthy and physically fit as a man in his prime. Wolverine also possesses superhuman acute senses, making him capable of seeing things at a maximum distance greater than a normal human's. His hearing is enhanced in a similar way, and he is able to recognize people and objects by scent, even if that person or object is hidden. Wolverine can use these enhanced senses to track any creature with an impressive degree of success. His skeleton includes six retractable one-foot long bone claws, three in each arm, that are housed beneath the skin and muscle of his forearms. He can, at will, release these slightly curved claws through his skin beneath the knuckles on each hand. The skin between the knuckles tears and bleeds, but the blood loss is quickly halted by his healing factor. Wolverine can unsheathe any number of his claws at once, although he must keep his wrists straight at the moment his claws shoot from his forearms into his hands. When unsheathed, the claws are fully within his hands, Wolverine can still bend his wrists. The claws are naturally sharp and tougher than that of normal human bone structure, allowing Wolverine to cut through most types of flesh and natural materials; however, ever since the Weapon X project, they are not in fact bone anymore but adamantium and indestructible. Despite the extent of his healing factor, Wolverine is not immortal. If the injuries are extensive enough, especially if they result in the loss of vital organs, large amounts of blood, and/or loss of physical form, such as having flesh burned away by fire or acid, Wolverine can die. On a mortal, human, level, Wolverine is an exceptional hand-to-hand combatant, having mastered virtually every fighting style on Earth. He is also a trained expert in multiple types of weapons, vehicles, computer systems, explosives, and assassination techniques. Wolverine is fluent in many languages, including Japanese, Russian, Chinese, Cheyenne, Lakota, and Spanish; he has some knowledge of French, Thai, and Vietnamese.
Physical Description: Wolverine does bear some resemblance to the animal in his appearance. He has animal-like canine teeth and an unusual hairstyle, mutton chops included, that keep him fairly distinguished. He's fairly muscular since he's spent his time in wars and in fights, not that he remembers being in wars, and from the active normal lifestyle had once led. The most noticeable feature about him, however, isn't anything that someone can see right off the bat. He happens to have an adamantium skeleton that adds an extra hundred pounds to his weight than would normally be there, and he has claws that were once bone stored in his forearms. He has three claws in each arm that are each one foot in length. He can control them all individually and can control how far they come out, or if they press just against the surface of the skin of his knuckles in a fight, something he's done numerous times just to ensure that he wins.
Strengths: There's plenty of negative things to say about Wolverine, plenty. The one positive thing that people can almost always agree on is his determination. If you give him a job that needs to be done, no matter what it is, Logan will get that job done. He doesn't need to be told what to do or nagged about it; give him a job and a location and that job will be done. End of story. He doesn't care about the odds of him actually getting it done, having done quite a few near impossible things in his lifetime; Logan will give it all of his effort in order to ensure that what was asked of him gets accomplished.
Weaknesses: He's definitely called Wolverine for a reason in that he is very much so animalistic in his ways for solving problems and attitude. Logan is very impulsive and has no problem making that known. If something is happening and needs to be ended, he'll jump right in with his own solution, which is usually to attack until whatever it is that's going on has ended, and pay no mind to the others around him or the fact he's getting his ass kicked as long as he can accomplish his own goal. He prefers to attack first and think later, almost usually coming up with a cool plan that could have made his life easier after the fight is done.
Dislikes: Logan is constantly angered by the fact he doesn't know most of his memories. It's a constant source of frustration that he doesn't know anything about himself, something that plagues him only in the form of nightmares that clue him into bits and pieces. He knows he's old based on nightmares of older wars in history. He dislikes bad beer second of all because frankly if someone can't make a good beer they're not good for anything. He and Scott are almost always at odds, but at this point in their relationship as far as working together goes it's turned into more of a comfort and routine rather than any actual malice, but Logan still doesn't completely get along with the guy... He likes his taste in motorcycles though.
Aspirations: Wolverine doesn't really have a lot of goals left. After so many years of being alive, although he doesn't know just how many, he is running out of things to live for. His current goals consist of rediscovering his past and reminding Scott every day that he doesn't like him. There is no game plan beyond that, however, because he just doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. He's been a wanderer for years before the X-Men recruited him, and he had almost no goals back then. Nothing has changed between then and now other than having a place to stay, so his goals haven't changed a whole lot over time.
Fears: Well because he's the Wolverine, Logan doesn't have very many fears. He, for all intents and purposes, can't die so that fear is out. He can withstand extensive amounts of pain and come out on the end of it okay; however, he does have an issue with women and their clothing. Specifically, women in a lot of clothing. Because there is nothing more scary than a woman in a lot of clothing when there's woman in a lot of clothing who doesn't want to remove it. Also little kids... Honestly, little kids are scary with all the energy they have, but it isn't like he's around them very often to have that actually be a fear.
Again because I'm too lazy to change canon, just swap anything X-Men for military and anything about Xavier's school to Tracey's (literally just a random last name) Mutant Training Academy. He'll still teach history & combat.
Starter: Sorry in advance if it's a little sub-par because I'm not fantastic at starters :3
Aria was pretty sure she needed a vacation even though school hadn't even officially started yet for more than a day. She took on too much work if she was also going to be working on her side project too. At least she had plenty of time to work on The Winter Soldier Project. It would also give her something to do during the times it was slow during school. The entire reason she took this job was so she could get a decent pay for doing work with people of all ages and finally get to pass on knowledge to create more smart people. She knew that some of the people in the school weren't exactly human like she was and thought it was a nice gesture that this place was able to offer them an education. She smiled to herself, wishing she'd had something like that when she was younger if only to make it just a little easier on her. Oh well, she'd survived it, right? That was all that mattered. She'd come out on top and had yet to leave that spot ever since. Hard work paid off. Aria was proof, and her eventually getting her PhD would prove that too.
Her classroom was about as set-up as she could have it given the fact she had to teach different subjects in the same place. It wasn't too bad if she had to say so herself. But that didn't mean she wasn't nervous. She had absolutely no idea what the students would be like, not to mention she herself was still really young. She had a list of names for all the classes throughout the day, but a name didn't mean anything without a face to put it to. At least my memory is good, she thought to herself as she sat at her desk, waiting for the class to arrive and then the bell to ring. The knot in her stomach would go away after the first day, but she had never had to impart knowledge that she had onto people who knew nothing or maybe just basics. The only times she'd had to teach other people had been colleagues or fellow students, ones who knew what she was talking about already and she just had to rephrase or get as complicated and specific as humanly possible. Still... she had faith in herself.
((You can pick the class of Aria's. I made it super vague for whatever would work best.))
Logan knew exactly what he was teaching and was actually impatient to get started. The sooner it all started, the sooner it ended. He had been asked personally to teach here and only took the offer because he had nothing better to do. It was a place to stay, something to do, and even some place to live. Contact with other people would probably be a good thing too. He got a little morbid if he went too long being alone, even if he was always alone to begin with. At least being surrounded by people all the time meant he would need to interact with them on some level. His classes amused him too. History and combat. Well, he was definitely an appropriate choice for both of them. Not only had he been through a lot of combat both professionally and hand-to-hand, but he also lived through more history than anyone else he had ever come across. He supposed that made him the perfect teacher for both of them, first hand accounts and experiences and the like.
He taught combat first in the day and always ended it with history, probably for the best. Logan was always more surly in the mornings because he hated getting up early. Actually, he hated doing anything he was told to as opposed to the things he wanted to do. It was a weird trait for him to have given how perfect a soldier he was... He supposed it came with the love to fight. He shook his head as he stood outside, a grassy outdoor area sectioned off just for him and his class, right outside the buildings so certain classrooms could still see. He hated doing that self-analyzation bullshit. "Hurry up! Don't have all day!" he shouted to a couple of kids he saw taking their sweet time to get to him. Logan's bite was just as bad as his bark, but that didn't mean he was in the mood to act upon a reputation he would no doubt receive. He always got a reputation... it was hardly ever wrong.
