Second Coming (Marvel Second Gen)(Reboot)(And, finally, open!)

(question: Can I make a granddaughter/great-granddaughter of Red Skull? Or nah?)

(Sure)

(alright cool. And it's going to be a grandson now because I realized I don't want two female characters lol)

Name: Ahren Schmidt
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan
Parents: Nobody important. Grandfather was Red Skull
Hero, Anti-Hero, or Villain?: Villain (but could maybe have a redemption arc idk)
Shipping or nah?: Sure
Appearance (Links welcomed): https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9f/11/4f/9f114f3ee5fcb7d4a316d3c597cb3d4b.jpg . (also gonna describe image). Ahren is tall, with a slim but well muscled body, and blond hair. His hair is short on the sides, and combed back on the top. His eyes are a pale grey blue. His skin is rather pale, with a light sprinkling of freckles across his face. His left ear is pierced, and he wears a stud in it.
Personality: Ahren can be a bit more of a smirk-y, taunt-y sort of villain. He enjoys using his mind rather than his powers, though he wouldn't hesitate to use his powers. He enjoys power, of any sort, and will lord it over others when he has the chance. He is extremely smart, though he can be a touch arrogant and paranoid.
Everyday Outfit: T shirt, with a hoodie over topped. Hoodie is occasionally replaced with a leather jacket. Jeans. Sneakers
Costume (If Applies): None yet
Powers: A strange variant of the Supersoldier serum, inherited from his grandfather. May have others, tbd
Likes: Having a plan/knowing what's going on. Movies. Spicy food. His dog
Dislikes: Cats. Small spaces (claustrophobic). Not knowing what's going on. Not being in control. Being reminded of his grandfather.
Background (Optional):
Other: He has a touch of a German accent, as he only moved to America at 13. Is already part of HYDRA.

(hey sorry but i'm leaving, i can't keep up)

(I'm sorry ;-;. I wish it could've worked out)

(aw alright. Bye ghost!)

"Probably, but she's blocking the door," he said, gesturing over at the exit.

Jay nodded, and refocused her attention on the strange girl. "Please explain what you mean before I call in one of my superiors." She said coldly.

"Well, I know about half of why you're a super-soldier… They hid that part pretty well, but I'll get back to you."

Jay rolled her eyes. "Stop digging in my files." She replied, voice icy.

"… No. That's all I fucking do. I dig into people's files." Lane frowned, hearing noises of boots down the hall. "Ah shit." She muttered, running out the door. "Smell ya later Cloney!"

"And good riddance." Klaus mumbled, letting out a sigh as Amity calmed down. "I've never met someone more annoying in my life."
(Hey, Unseelie, could you have your bad boi cause up some trouble?)

(Ooh! I love stirring up trouble! Give me a second!)

Jay stood still, staring after this…this girl that had discovered what she was. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck this is bad. She thought in a slightly panicked way.

Klaus frowned at Jay's reaction. She's panicked about…somethin'.
"Hey, you alright?" he asked, gently reaching over and touching her shoulder.

She jumped, and pulled away, putting her shirt on again. "Yeah. I'm fine." She replied. Her voice was a bit distant.

(Hey…so I know I already posted Ahren, but I have an idea for a much better villain character that I want to make instead lol. Can I replace him?)

(Sure)

He shrugged, pulling his hand back and slipping it into his pocket. "Alright…so what do we do, now?"

(alright thanks)

Jay took a deep breath, recentering herself. "Uhm…how much can you bench?" She asked, looking at him. "Which means how much can you lift? Weight wise?"

He shrugged. "I've never actually been into a weight room before. I can't imagine it being very much, though."

Jay nodded, and led him over to the weights. "Alright. We'll start you out at ten, then." She said, handing hum a pair of weights.

Obviously he wasn't underdeveloped so he did it with ease.
"So," he said as he set the weights down, "What do you guys do around here when you're not workin'?"

Jay blinked, and shrugged. "Watch movies? I don't know…most people here are…a lot older than me. So." She handed him a twenty pound weight.

Again, he did this without even a sharp breath. "Huh. You don't ever go out to, like, a restaurant or anythin'?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm not allowed." She handed him a thirty pound weight, face impassive.

(just looked this up, the average weight for a man to bench press is 135 lbs)

"Not allowed?" he asked, pausing to give her a confused look. "Why is that?"

(okay lol)

She froze for a moment, staring at him. That was the wrong thing to say. It's not normal. "Ah… nothing." She replied, shaking her head and looking away.

He raised an eyebrow as he finished his rep and set the weights down again. "Wait, so I'm not allowed to leave this place?"

"You are, most likely." Jay replied, handing him more, heavier weights. "Just not me. At least, not without a CO with me."

She's hiding something, he thought, but his brain couldn't focus for long. He began struggling somewhat around the 100 lbs, mark, but was still able to lift all the way up to 145 lbs before finally calling it quits.
"Is that much weight good, or no?" he asked, rubbing his wrist.