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- 》| Full Name: Ella Elaine Farrell
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》| Gender: Female
》| Ethnicity: Caucasian
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Nationality: American
》| Birthday: 28th, November
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Age: 21
》| Height: 5'5"
》| Weight: 120 lbs
》| Build: Average, slightly toned
》| Hair Color: Dark Brown
》| Eye Color: Hazel
》| Skin Tone: Tan
》| Notable Features:The number 384 on the inside of her left wrist
》| Standard Attire: Jeans, sneakers, casual tees (normally non graphic tees)
》| Uniform: A specifically engineered suit that will morph with her. It is black with silver on the nails and boots to look like claws, with a silver accent around the waist.
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》| Noted Biography: Ella was your average girl next door; She lived in the suburbs of Rochester NY with her mother, Heather and father, Phil. No siblings, only a hefty, black and gray tiger striped cat named Beefcake to keep her company. Ella didn’t earn straight A’s, but she was smart, had a beautiful singing voice for the school choir, perfect skin. Her family was well off (her father worked at the Rochester Institute of Technology while her mother worked as a teacher in the local school district) and she wanted for nothing in life. Everything was peaceful, even after the discovery of her mutant abilities.
Ella can tell you the exact day she discovered what she was capable of. It was October 18th, a Thursday night. It was dress rehearsal for her school’s Halloween musical, ‘Little shop of horrors’. Ella was a chorus singer and the puppeteer of the giant styrofoam and felt Audrey. Even though she didn’t get a lead part (it went to a senior, tradition and all that) she was enjoying playing the plant. Who knew being a puppet would be fun? However she never made it the rehearsal, or the musical. Before she left for the school Ella was playing with Beefcake in her room. The week before she had been feeling off and chalked it up to nerves. Tonight was no different; she felt sore, jittery, and like she could eat a horse, which was odd because Ella ate like a bird. She wanted to do nothing but sit and cuddle with Beefcake and snack on whatever she could find.
Beefcake had been batting a plastic ball with a bell inside and Ella would pick it up and toss it across the room for him to fetch. This had been going on for the better part of an hour when she noticed it was time to go. She gave the ball one last toss in the feline’s direction, only to find that it was not her hand stretched out; it was a paw, covered in sleek black fur with beautiful pointy claws at the end of it. Eyes wide Ella followed the black fur up her arm and noticed that tan skin meshed with black fur at the elbow.
It is safe to say that the blood curdling scream that issued from Ella was warranted.
Her parents came running but by the time they got there, her arm had returned to normal. She tried to explain what had happened through tears as her parents held her but nothing made sense. Fur on her arm? Claws? Her parents thought she had cracked due to the pressure of the musical and midterm exams coming up. They promptly called the school and told them the stand in would be needed; Ella had a fever and possibly the flu.
That night a similar experience; in the dead of night Ella woke to Beefcake meowing. She got up to let him in and found she could see around her room as clear as day. When she blinked, everything wavered but went back to being crystal clear. How could that be? Her room was pitch black. She went to her vanity and low and behold in the mirror was the face of a black panther staring at her with eyes the color of jade. Another scream and when her parents came running this time, they knew something was wrong. The fur had faded from her face but the cat eyes remained. Stunned the Farrell’s were at a loss on what to do. Ella remained home the next day where at some point during lunch half of her body transformed into a sleek panther while the other half remained human.
Ella felt like she was going insane. Was she sick? Was she insane? Or was it something else?
Her father had a hunch he knew what it was after two days of bizzare transformations (on the second day Ella started to morph into a dog, a yellow lab to be exact, after the neighbors yellow lab wandered by the window). Phil contacted a colleague who knew a professor that was more apt in what they were possibly dealing with.
Five days after Ella began to morph into random animals (the fourth day brought about a mix of a kangaroo and a sheep) her and her parents met with Charles Xavier in her father’s office at RIT. It only took seconds for Professor Xavier to figure out that Ella was a mutant, and that her abilities were just starting to manifest. A lengthy conversation ensued along with a million questions. Xavier concluded that Ella was some form of shapeshifter, and from the accounts Ella told, her powers manifested when she watched certain animals (whether on the TV or in real life)
Now mutants had been in the news recently, questions rising on whether they needed to be studied or left alone or even registered. The biggest question of all though was were mutants safe? Charles Xavier offered Ella the chance to come to his institute where she could learn to control her powers, but her and her parents declined. They wanted Ella to have a normal life and to finish high school. They did not want her in the limelight with so much negative media attention on the subject.
Disappointed but leaving the door open for Ella to come to the institute anytime she wished, Charles departed. He said he would mail a gift to them in a week or so, a gadget that would hide Ella’s random transformations until she was ready to learn about them. True to his word, a week later a necklace appeared for Ella. It was silver with a paw print charm on the end of it. When she put it on she felt a tingle and quickly went to the bathroom to check her appearance. The panther ears and whiskers (which had been permanent for almost four days at that point) were gone. Instead, staring back at her, was her. Just Ella.
Fast forward a few years, fall time. Ella was a college student at MCC and life was going well, as usual. The college had decided to do a haunted house for the community. While Ella was getting fitted for her costume (the ghost of a bride who committed suicide on her wedding day. Very cliche) the student sewing the garment asked about her necklace. Ella quickly grabbed it and said it was a family heirloom, from her great great grandma. The usual spiel. Nodding and saying how nice it was the seamstress continued to work, pinning, sewing, cutting. The last touch was for some thread along Ella’s collar to be cut. The girl was chatting away and didn’t even realize that her scissors grazed the silver chain. Nothing broke, the chain remained intact, but the shock broke the magnetic field that it was creating.
Suddenly Ella was watching the girl’s face as it contorted into confusion. Blinking Ella looked down at the garment, had something happened? That's when she noticed her hands were black claws. Instinctively she reached for her face; fur, sleek and no doubt very panther like. “I can explain!” Ella shouted but it was too late; the seamstress had taken off screaming to alert the administrators. Ella raced home as quickly as she could, hiding her face under the hood of her jacket. She was sobbing into her mother’s arms when the dean to the college and a police officer showed up on her doorstep. They demanded answers and once let in saw for themselves the mutant that Ella really was.
Everything was a blur from there; a hearing was held to see if Ella would be allowed back for classes after midterms. She was denied on the basis that she could be a threat (those claws were very pointy, according to the Dean and seamstress). She was also denied to take the classes online. Her college applications to four year schools were rejected and she was barred from college functions and shunned at community affairs. Her abilities came and went; most days she merely had cat ears and a black tail and as long as she did not look at or study animals, she remained a partial cat.
Fast forward to Spring. Mutants were in the news more and more everyday and most of it was negative; death, destruction, rallies and protests. Ella’s family experienced death threats almost every day. Phil lost his job at RIT while Heather was put on administrative paid leave. Ella, who was not only suffering from the ramifications of her mutation, felt bad about the luck that had befallen her parents and remained hidden from society. It wasn’t until a uniformed officer appeared at the Farrell home that things became serious.
According to the officer the City of Rochester was going to be one of the first experimental mutant encampments (MEs for short) in New York State. All mutants were to be rounded up within the surrounding areas and sent to one. The MEs were set up for the safety of the mutants who were getting death threats, losing homes and jobs and being beaten in the streets. The Farrell’s tried to refuse, tried to keep Ella; they shouted and argued that it was against their rights as citizens to be treated like that, unconstitutional. The officer merely looked at them while holding Ella’s arm in a vice grip and revealed the true nature of what was happening; ‘Mutants are not humans’ he growled ‘ they do not deserve rights’.
Ella was shipped to the ME twenty minutes from her house. She rode an old school bus filled with others like herself, everyone on board expressing emotions ranging from disbelief to rage and everything in between. However all on the bus had the same collar around their neck, placed there as they took their first step onto the transport. It was a device to suppress their mutant powers, a device developed by the government for this particular experiment. Once at the camp the mutants were shoved through a gate and checked for weapons. After a weapons check and a contraband scan, they were sent to an old airplane hangar where machines were scanning the outstretched arms of those underneath them. When it was Ella’s turn, an armed guard told her to stretch out her left arm. She did so, for those who did not comply were beaten and shocked with cattle prods. The machine buzzed and hummed, a red light shining down from the metallic arm above. Suddenly it felt like someone had poked her with a hot knife. Ella squeaked and looked at her arm. There in black and surrounded by red puffy skin, was the number 384.
Ella Elaine Farrell was mutant number 384. There were only 400 mutants at the ME.
Life wasn’t terrible at the ME; they had three meals a day (not great ones but at least it was food), bunks to sleep in and every other day the showers were operational. At night protesters stood by the gate and chanted for the release of the mutants while rallies thanks the government for protecting the citizens of New York. Debris and threats were hurled over the fences. During the day, the mutants were studied by doctors and specialists, kids went to a makeshift school, and if you were not in school or being studied, you sat around. You sat around and talked. Talked and watched the TV. The news was constantly on and covering the war on mutants and whether they were humans or not. Thats where the camp got wind that a civil rights group was advocating for them and trying to release the mutants back to their homes. They also learned that there were four MEs in New York State, almost all of them in upstate New York. It made sense really, because thats where most of the redneck bible thumper conservatives lived, and they were scared of anything new...or different.
Three months after arriving at the Monroe County ME, the courts decided that it was unconstitutional to lock them up (no mention of studying them. Apparently that was an under the table deal), and all the MEs were shut down. Ella was immediately picked up by her parents, who took her home. They didn’t stay long though; Ella packed her bags, stuffed Beefcake in a carrier, and was picked up by a plane owned by Charle’s Xavier’s Institute for Gifted Children. She was finally going to take him up on his offer for a safe haven, four years later.
》| Family: Heather Lynn Farrell - Mother - Alive
Phillip Paul Farrell - Father - Alive
Beefcake - Feline Familiar - Alive
》| Team Affiliations: Pick a good one for me ok?
》| Known Alliances: Marcellus Porter
》| Known Enemies: The City of Rochester
》| Personality:Before the Mutant Encampment Ella was outgoing and a great conversationalist. She enjoyed talking to people about anything and everything and would engage in anyone who was willing to converse. Now shes a little more quiet, a little more reserved. She is working on going back to the person she was before.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Strengths:Trustworthy and a team player. She can take the role of leader in dire situations but prefers to be a consultant rather than in charge.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Personal Weaknesses: ‘Guilty until proven innocent’, things everyone is out to get her and all mutant kind.
》| Likes: Cats, chocolate, reality TV shows (especially baking competitions), hot bubble baths, snow and reading
》| Dislikes: Mice, the rain, horror movies, the government and seafood
》| Hobbies: Singing, cooking and eating
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》| Superhuman Ability: Shapeshifting; The ability to change a person’s physical form at will
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Strengths: Ella can change into any medium sized animal after looking at it for a period of time. The longer she looks at an animal and studies it, the better she is at shapeshifting into it. Ella gains the abilities of the animals she shifts to (EX: A panther gives her speed, claws and the ability to climb. A dolphin would give her the ability to swim).
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Weaknesses: Ella is confined to medium animals. She cannot shift into anything larger than a panther and nothing smaller than a house cat. If she has not studied the animal or shifted into that animal form before, the form may have quirks and she may not be able to stay in the form long. (EX: If Ella only watched a dog for a few minutes, she might be able to transform into it but might be missing the tail or the snout. Additionally she might not have the keen sense of smell a dog would have).
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↘ Other notes:Panthers are Ella’s favorite wild animal (cats being her favorite domesticated ones). She has done countless reports on them for varying classes which is why her mutation automatically manifests itself as a panther.
For some reason shapeshifting takes a toll on Ella’s metabolism. She burns calories at an alarming rate with this mutation and so she can often be found snacking on anything and everything within reach. Basically, she eats like a trucker and looks like a model.
》| Non-powered Abilities: Singing - Intermediate
Cooking - Intermediate
Eating - Advanced
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