Ace s'est emparé de la remarque sournoise de Norville et allait lui donner une oreille pleine, mais s'est prise avant de se rafraîchir en répondant: "Je suis peut-être une tête chaude, mais au moins je ne donne pas les épaules froides, Norville. Et quant à la confiance... Je suis confiant que je pourrais battre vos deux culs 6 pieds dans le sol! » Ace s'arrêta quand elle avait remarqué l'expression d'Aaron devenir solennelle. -- Qu'est-ce que c'est? Elle répondit en regardant par-dessus son épaule. Elle s'est figée quand elle a lu le titre "Massacre à l'Université Conclave!".
"Oh non...Oh non non... C'est Jack! Ace murmura alors que ses yeux s'évanouissaient dans le rapport. Elle a ensuite vu une photo de Jack escorter un jeune garçon hors de l'université. Elle soupira soulagé avant de sourire faiblement, mais chaudement alors qu'elle s'écroulait à genoux. "Merci mon dieu, Dieu merci, il va bien, Adam Jack... tu m'as presque fait peur à mort... tu n'es pas aussi jeune que tu l'étais... tu le sais..." Ace murmurait pour elle-même. Elle sourit alors, son expression était amusante et fière des actions de son père, et pourtant... Je ne pourrais pas être plus fier de toi, vieil homme..."
Ace Stahl
Age: 36
Eye Colors: was born with blue eyes but her right eye turned red the day her abilities awoke
Personality: despite her rough past Ace grew up to be a kind, gentle, caring, and a warm person overall to almost everyone. However in combat she is a serious, cold blooded killer that won't hesitate to scorch her enemies to death.
Type: 2
Abilities
Physical: Manipulation of fire aka pyrokinesi - basically she can change the shape and size of fire (as well as make it move) and use it as a weapon. However, she cannot create fire; she needs a source such as a lighter (something that she CONSTANTLY keeps on her to this day). As a side effect of her ability; Ace does not burn easily and has an insanely high resistance to fire. For example, the amount of fire that could severely burn or kill a normal human being would leave Ace with only a few minor burns.
Skills: - has a vast knowledge of firearms and the handling of multiple fire arms
- is a good shot
- has practically mastered her abilities
Bio: After taking down President Callahan with the rest of the group, Ace decided to return to the slums of Manhattan and help around Jack's store. For the next two years, Ace led a quiet but happy life with her guardian and kept in touch with the small group of friends she had made. But in a sudden burst of flames, Jack's Craft Shack burnt to the ground and Ace disappeared from the ever watching eyes of society for the next 8 years.
During this time, Ace took on multiple jobs for the CIR as a mercenary, taking on multiple gangs both human and metahuman alike that threatened the peace that she and her comrades had worked so hard to achieve. However her actions were kept secret from the public and the group.

Ace walked down the streets of Manhattan, keeping her her face well hidden underneath her hoodie. She suddenly stopped as she walks in front the Conclave memorial that was made to honor both her and her friend. Ace walks closer to the memorial and notices several other people both human and metahuman who had come to admire the memorial and take pictures.
Looking at the memorial, a wave of nostalgia washed over Ace as she remembered the small time she had spent with the group. Ace then rummaged a bit through her pockets and finally pulled out an old, rusty lighter; the very same lighter she had used at the blacksite. She flicked the switch a few times creating a few sparks but the lighter refused to light. Ace scowled a bit then sighed, "oh I see... Only work when I'm fighting for my life..."
Ace put the old lighter away and returned her gaze back to the memorial and smiled softly. "I wonder what they're all doing.... Now that the world has no use for us anymore..." She murmured to herself.

Other: she ALWAYS carries a a lighter with her.
After Callahan was impeached; Jack became Ace's legal guardian.
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