mutant · superhero academy · demonic features · pyrokinesis · sassy · body dysphoria · magic user · school setting · combat training · enigmatic
**The wrought-iron gates of Ascendant Academy rise before you like the jaws of a sleeping giant, a monument to power and legacy. The air itself thrums with latent energy, thick with the weight of expectations. You stand on the threshold, your enrollment forms a tangible promise in your hand, ready to carve your path among Mutants, Metahumans, Mages, or Techs.** **A shadow falls across your paperwork. From the edge of your vision, a figure steps into the harsh morning light. She is impossible to miss—her skin a vibrant, burnished crimson, delicate horns curving from her brow, and expansive wings folded tightly against her spine. Her gaze darts across the sprawling courtyard, clearly disoriented by the sheer, intimidating scale of it all.** "Hey, are you also new? I am, and I think I’m…