Misfit || Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe

"Man, Bee-Double-You, when are you gonna set me on the REALLY tough ones?" Charlie shouted to her mentor over the sounds of grunts of pain and unpleasant crunching sounds. "These guys aren't even worth my attention, nevermind my-" she bounced, disappearing in a puff of glowing ruby-coloured smoke to reappear a few feet above one of the biggest of her opponents "DAAAAARK VENGEANCE!" she crowed, landing on the guy's shoulders hard enough that her running shoes may very well have left imprints in his skin.

"Oh hey!" another bounce, and she was about ten feet away. "Look! I gotta souvineer!" She held up the gold tooth and beamed. "You think I can get this put on a chain? It'd look hella badass, don't you think?"