Test Tubes -- Restarted

((Points? Did you mean poison? But yeah, it only poisons if it's through an open wound, but it just stings a bit and doesn't damage if it's on skin. Also, she doesn't have an unlimited supply per day; if she uses it all, she has to wait for a while while her body makes more))
(Yes (again, stupid auto correct.) and ok. Accepted.)
 
Warren flew rolling and looping at random. He was working on keeping his wings together, as he did a particularly jerky dive, his top left wing jerked away from it's counterpart and threw off the tumble. Grumbling he steadied himself, using both sets for a bit then just using one, tucking the bottom wings close to his back. Looking up he realized that she should've been back at the camp by now, he wheeled around and set off, using both sets of wings to propel him faster.
 
Name: Clayton
Age: 17
Gender: M
Mutation and/or abilities: Sticky fingers, calculation, blink, speed
Description of mutation: Sticky fingers allows him to climb walls and hang on to ceilings, calculation helps him figure things from simple math calculations to how much pressure or at what angle you need to do/apply to something to accomplish another, blink allows him to 'teleport' but is really an extreme burst of speed. speed is self explanatory.
Personality: Tends to look at what can go wrong, but won't hesitate to plunge into action, he is a natural leader but doesn't think he could take the burden of leadership, he expresses his opinions freely, and always has a no nonsense attitude, He doesn't like excuses, pretty fatherly of the other members
Group: The Pack
Leader/member: Member
Crush: ehhhhhhhh
Appearance: light brown hair with green-brown eyes (Hair's a little too long but eehhhhhhhh)
Picture/description:
Bio: Is really annoyed with immaturity and takes the safety of others on himself
Other: Icecream is nice when you can't chew food, especially cookies n' creme
User: Shleya Remmos
 
Warren flew rolling and looping at random. He was working on keeping his wings together, as he did a particularly jerky dive, his top left wing jerked away from it's counterpart and threw off the tumble. Grumbling he steadied himself, using both sets for a bit then just using one, tucking the bottom wings close to his back. Looking up he realized that she should've been back at the camp by now, he wheeled around and set off, using both sets of wings to propel him faster. 
(Who's "she.")
 
[COLOR=333333]Name: Clayton Age: 17 Gender: M Mutation and/or abilities: Sticky fingers, calculation, blink, speed Description of mutation: Sticky fingers allows him to climb walls and hang on to ceilings, calculation helps him figure things from simple math calculations to how much pressure or at what angle you need to do/apply to something to accomplish another, blink allows him to 'teleport' but is really an extreme burst of speed. speed is self explanatory. Personality: Tends to look at what can go wrong, but won't hesitate to plunge into action, he is a natural leader but doesn't think he could take the burden of leadership, he expresses his opinions freely, and always has a no nonsense attitude, He doesn't like excuses, pretty fatherly of the other members Group: The Pack Leader/member: Member Crush: ehhhhhhhh Appearance: light brown hair with green-brown eyes (Hair's a little too long but eehhhhhhhh) Picture/description:[/COLOR] [COLOR=333333]Bio: Is really annoyed with immaturity and takes the safety of others on himself [/COLOR] [COLOR=333333]Other: Icecream is nice when you can't chew food, especially cookies n' creme User: Shleya Remmos[/COLOR]
(Accepted!)
 
Alex, with her wings partially opened, propped one foot against a branch in front of her, her other leg swinging off the thick branch underneath her. With her back pressed to the trunk for support, she held her book in her lap, hands loosely holding the pages. Not paying much attention to her surroundings, she read, enjoying the rare peaceful quiet of late afternoon. The forest surrounding the small abandoned cabin they had found was quiet accept for random sounds of nature. She had her hair thrown up into a messy bun, dressed in black sweat pants an a loose blue T-shirt, she was relaxed and happy.
 
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