Name: Leah Strange
Gender: Female
Parent(s): Dr. Strange
Looks: Has long, wavy brown hair, green eyes, a tan, tall and lanky.
Personality: Really cheerful most days, but sometimes pessimistic.
Good or Evil: Neutral.
Other: Spent most of her life at the Sanctum, learned more things than even her father ever could.(Is she okay?)
(I already introduced Rhea, when can I bring in her?)
(You could probably bring her in now)
“Hi Ashley. I was bored,” Meg said in response. “Also, my apartment was feeling a little… confining.”
"Boredom seems to be the only thing that can get people to go outside during the rain." Lexi pointed out.
“Yeah,” Meg chuckled. “Also I finished all my books.”
Leah saw two girls talking. She leaned out of her portal and said, "Hello!"
Meg sighed. “More wierd strangers. Do you guys,” she motioned to Ashley and Lexi, “have powers too?”
"I am Stranger than you all. I am a Strange."
"Unless being great at tech counts as a power. No." Ashley said. "My dad's Tony Stark."
"Note the portal?"
Ashley looked over at the new person. She had been out of Ashley's line of sight. Once she saw the portal she jumped slightly. "What the-"
"I like to get involved with people outside the Sanctum."
"Cool…" Ashley said, both confused and intrigued by the portal.
"So, yeah. Dad's super overprotective, so this is my Skype."
"How does that work? The portal thing, I mean."
"Oh, see this ring? Yeah, you focus where you want to go and pull your energy into it."
Ashley nodded. Somewhat unbelieving, but not wanting to challenge her logic. It did work after all.
"It's… wibbly wobbly.,….. spacey wacey."
( Doctor Who Reference! :))
Lexi shuffles at the mention of powers. 'i just met them.' "Wait are you all heroes and …and your dad is Tony Stark." 'she has met the man a few times, but never his daughter.'
"Yep. He's my dad." Ashley confirmed.
"Oh, so the techno geek. We have the internet, you know."
"Cool, I never assumed you didn't, but cool."
"Yeah, but the robes make you think… never mind."
(I can't be in this roleplay anymore I'm in too many. Sorry!)
(How sad.)
“Okay…” Meg said slowly. “Since we’re talking about parentage, I’m the adopted kid of Steve and Bucky.”
"Oh. How lovely."
“Yep. As a result, I am good at frisbee and throwing knives.”
"There are worse things to be good at," Lexi remarked.
