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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 12:13 am
✖▐ Narcissa Lucania-Stonexxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Played by Selena Lucianaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Narcissa Grace Lucania-StonexxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → SolarisxxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s/N i c k n a m e s → Red Queen, Ki'somma, Sun GoddessxxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → September 8thxxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → London, Englandxxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 21 xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5"4'xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 110lbsxxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Golden Blonde (Color varies when Ability is Active)xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Cerulean Blue (Shade varies when Ability is Active)xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Light Skinned - Very Slight TanxxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Thin, almost to the point of seeming frail-- But deceptively fit. xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → British-American xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → When her ability is active, her eyes lighten-- To the point of becoming completely white. Her hair and skin also suffer the same effect... All things can be called luminous. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Team Leader - OmegaxxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s →
xxxxxxxxxxxxMother - Elizabeth Stone - Deceased
xxxxxxxxxxxxFather - Carlisle Lucania - Deceased
xxxxxxxxxxxxGrandFather - Christopher Stone - LivingxxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → Does Not Admit to Having Friends out loud. However, Kerri is her best friend, and by some accident during their break, Aren's soul intertwined with her own during a late night tryst. xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → Alpha's. Anyone stupid enough to cross her. Trevor Fitzroy, Sage (Tessa), Mystique, The Marauders, Mr. Sinister, The Brotherhood, Magneto, Sebastian Shaw & The New Hellfire Club...The list is extensive. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxNarcissa was born in London, England-- The land of rain and tweed. She grew up with a fairly normal family... Her mother worked for Narcissa’s grandfather, Christopher Stone. Her mother originally hailed from the United States, but it was decided by a board of directions that her family company, ‘Zales Diamonds’, needed to expand Internationally. Elizabeth was chosen of her other two siblings to begin the corporation in London-- And while there met and fell in love with a curators for the British Museum ‘London’ Branch. Carlisle Lucania was a sweet man, funny-- Who never seemed to look his age. Elizabeth was taken with him, and not a year later they were married.
Life for Narcissa was easy, and perfect...At first. She spent some summers in the United States with her Grandfather, and attended London Elementary, and London Middle school during the year. She kept up her grades, and formed her own circle of friends- Though some were more vapid than others. Her parents tried to raise an unspoiled knowledgeable child-- And they partially succeeded. She was very, very intelligent. But at the same time, she became very spoiled, used to getting her way.
Throughout her years she was often prone to bouts of illness...Especially while living in London. It was unknown at the time, but the source of her unexplained ailment was truly a sign of her mutation yet to emerge. It wasn't volatile until much later in life... But without a proper energy source, without the sun or something to sustain her-- She started to waste away. Somehow she was always...Cured, after spending time in California.
Her father was contacted by a Colombian curator-- They were friends, and often shared new finds... This time Rafael Bole had found something that he said Carlisle needed to ’See to believe’.... So the next family trip was scheduled for Narcissa’s upcoming school vacation.
They went to Columbia and were met at the airport with armored cars and security detail... Confused by this, the family did question it-- and that they were told that the streets were not always as safe as they looked. Especially for three beautiful, obviously wealthy individuals that did not speak the language. The first three days were peaceful, and Narcissa spent her time with her mother and the marketplace. They were escorted through the blistering heat, and no one really seemed to notice the usually pale child gain a slight glow. It could have been excused as natural-- unless one looked too close.
It was around high noon in the private courtyard of the villa that had been rented and furnished for them that Narcissa herself began to notice something wrong. She felt pressure all over her body, and unusually, but not uncomfortably warm... The grass under her feet blackened, and her expensive clothing began to melt away. The once barely noticeable glow began to brighten and blaze until nothing of the young woman could be seen… Flames licked outward from her as she grew lightheaded, crawling though the dry grass like wildfire. The pure white of the light emitted a terrible heat that caused anything nearby to catch fire and burn. The low hanging eaves of the villa were easily consumed.. The once almost peaceful light that emanated from her core swirled furiously, burning anything in it's path in an outward spiral to a cinder..
She awoke covered in a blanket, in the arms of a stranger, who seemed to be sucking the deathly light and heat away from her. It was like a cooling breeze to her aching skin, and she slipped back into the darkness... Entirely exhausted.
Sirens could be heard in the distance, panicked screams of those running around-- Behind Narcissa, the Villa was happy burning to the ground-- Part of it seeming completely blown away.
She was found alone in a ratty blanket by her smoke stained, soot smudged mother as the fire was slowly being contained-- It was attributed to arsonists. It was a miracle that she wasn't harmed.
Through her time there, Narcissa stayed indoors. Every time she walked outside, she could feel that familiar warmth and pressure…Going indoors didn't halt it...It merely seemed to stall the inevitable. It was a strange feeling, something she couldn't even begin to understand... Part of her, oddly enough, craved the light... Part of her feared it whole heartedly.
She was a mutant--Though her ability had remained hidden because the cloud cover in London kept the amounts of sunlight she was exposed to at a minimum...It made her ill, it wasn't enough to sustain her...But it kept her from being a walking weapon. Though, she wouldn't find that out until much later.
Worried that the family was being targeted-- Mr Bole immediately suggested that Carlisle take his family home. The family man readily agreed... Eager to get back to good English soil. Sadly, the family never made it home. The plane went down due to some kind of terrorist attack... Most everyone on the plane perished, including Narcissa's parents...She was one of the few lucky ones.
From then on she lived in the US with her grandfather...She was fifteen when he finally discovered that she was a mutant-- Causing all the random fires and burn marks. It was a friend of his that suggested she be sent to the Xavier Academy. They could more than afford the tuition-- And friends with similar problems had told him good things about it.
So it was decided that she would go to this school-- No matter how much it was against her will.
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Since then the sun goddess has gone through various transformations, and currently leads the Omega team. She is... Strong willed, as she ever was, with a wicked tongue... Her past is not pretty, her years serving the school not kind. Her files have been moved to a higher clearance level since her abduction to Limbo... There are secrets Emma has decided that she need not know. Things that she had done, while brainwashed... That she need not remember.
Little does Emma realize-- That despite the mental blocks, the alternate personalities are mutating within her, influencing her. It will only be a matter of time before the blocks erode completely... .xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Cruel, and cold. Sassy if provoked, and an expert in mind games. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Chocolate, French Manicures, Fashion, Jewelry, Interesting Individuals xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Cowardice, Weaklings, Alpha's, Walmart, Morons... xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → She can play the cello fairly well, and isn't horrid at piano. Her natural body temperature is 112.xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Absorption/Redistribution of Energy. ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n →
Absorption and Redistribution (Manipulation) of Energy.
The most notable source of energy to her is the sun. Narcissa’s cells are constantly absorbing , among other things, solar energy-- And much like a plant they store it. She does not know what her limit is-- Or how much energy she can take in before her mutation begins to show. If her body takes in too much, her skin begins to lighten, almost glow, and her body temperature rises dramatically. Her touch, and soon enough her presence is lethal.-- An inferno in her wake. She tends to go nuclear after a point, a barely contained nova. She can boil water just by being too near to it-- Turn sand to glass just by touch.
The light that she emits is pure white in color. Solar energy is naturally white, but when seen though the atmosphere it appears yellow. It does not take on another color until it starts to burn. Her body serves as a livewire conduit, that absorbs energy and redistributes it in it’s natural form-- Though obviously on a lesser scale. Once the energy is absorbed, it becomes a part of her-- Fused with her cells. If she isn’t careful, she can easily set things on fire. Quite a power house, no part of her can be touched if she looses control. If control should be lost the energy either flows out from her quickly-- In searing waves, almost a plasma form, and burns everything that isn’t smart or fast enough to get away to a cinder. Or in a silent explosion.
Most regular flame will not harm her-- She is already hotter than that if she’s using her powers. Water tends to evaporate before it touches her.
Her emotions trigger her mutation, she can also call it fourth by will alone. She does have a natural psionic focus that allow her to direct and mold the energy. She can make something as small as the size of a tennis ball that has the power of a small flash bomb if thrown. She can shoot a concentrated beam from her palm or finger tip-- It can make magma of rock, and slice through steel. She has learned various other techniques and ways to distribute the energy over the years-- And is still learning more about herself with every passing day.
Energy calls to her. She can feel it, and has even begun to notice it in others. She can follow their particular energy signature to track them.
If she is locked in the darkness too long, she will grow tired, and eventually ill. Night is hard for her-- She can feel the sun setting, her main power source, like a kick to the stomach. Although if the moon is present, and unhidden, the reflected light-- Though less powerful than the sun, is more than enough to sustain her. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → She is VERY strong willed. Cissa ALWAYS gets what Cissa wants. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Darkness...If locked in the dark, she will eventually waste away as her power wanes... It would be a slow, agonizing death. She cannot completely control her mutation-- And usually runs the risk of burning someone if her temper flares beyond her control. She tends to be a... Passionate, person. Bouts of anger are common.
She also cannot often sleep...Due to this she must meditate to rest her mind and center herself, or else she starts to lose perspective on reality. It will affect her judgement, and mood, and her sanity on a whole. (She likes to give her enemies the impression that she doesn't sleep at all--But the truth is, that she does...Just very rarely. She must force herself to shut down, or exhaust herself.)xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → She has a mean streak mile long. She can be your best friend, or worst enemy. There is no in between. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 5xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 10xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 15 xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Wears a black corset, with thigh high black boots and a jacket with a crimson X across the back.xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Does not use equipment...xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Small Weapons: (Intermediate)
Swords: (Intermediate)
Bo Staff: No Skill Class
Guns: (Intermediate)
Bow/Arrow: (Intermediate)
Martial Arts: (Intermediate)
Gymnastics: (Intermediate) xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Narcissa cannot contract diseases...Nor do shots or medications affect her. She cannot get drunk easily, nor can she conceive children.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:23 pm
✖▐ Cameron Anklemxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
AERO xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Cameron AzrakxxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → AeroxxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → CamxxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → 07APR xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Redding, California xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → MalexxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 25xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 69 inchesxxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 172lbs.xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → BrownxxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → HazelxxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Olive/Tanned xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Athletic xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → White, Mexican, Asian.xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Forearm tattoo of a biohazard mark, a zombie bite around it with necrotic flesh. White tourniquet tattoo with blood below a previous bullet wound the words “And when they think we'll fold and wave that bright rag, We won't surrender, We'll wipe the blood up with the white flag” xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omega. xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s →
Mother – Alive – [No Mutant Gene]
Father – Alive - [Mutant Gene Recessive]
Step Father – Alive – [No Mutant Gene]
Half Brother – Alive – [No Mutant Gene]
Daughter – Alive – [Mutant Gene Dormant]
Baby Mama – Alive – [No Mutant Gene]
xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → . xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → . xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxx Cameron lived a very normal life for the most part save for his parents divorced when he was two. Him and his mother lived with his grandfather until the age of 7. His mother and stepfather married when he was 9 years old. It wasn't one of those horrid 'evil stepparent' story. In fact, him and his step father became close to the point of Cameron being the ring bearer and best man at their wedding.
Throughout most of his youth, Cameron played Football and paintball. He was never the star player when it came to football. He was just your average player. Not destined to go anywhere on a scholarship, but good enough to be on the starting line up.
He had a fondness for paintball. He always idolized the idea of being in the military. It wasn't so much a tradition, as it was that his grandfather, his father figure, served in the Vietnam War. Upon graduating high school, Cameron joined the Army outright to live up to the idolization of his grandfather.
Cameron didn't do anything gungho like special forces or anything snazzy like that. He became a translator and found himself stuck in the FOB, and every so often he would find himself outside the wire, attached to an infantry unit.
During Cam's first deployment, outside the wire, his Humvee was hit by an explosive formed projectile (EFP). Luckily no one was seated where the EFP hit. The door was blown inward and the Humvee was knocked off the road and into a ravine.
It wasn't until he was back on base and being tended to that he was told it was a miracle that he survived. Cam could only remember one moment after the EFP hit. He was submerged underwater and one of his squad mates was trying to undo his seat belt, but the damaged the mechanism and he couldn't cut him out. He vaguely remembered the scene, with no memory of having trouble to breathe. Ultimately he walked out of there with a few scratches, embedded shrapnel and a concussion.
Cameron continued the rest of his deployment in the FOB due to his concussion. Translating as necessary. Unfortunately, if there was nothing to translate, it was cleaning detail.
Amidst the return to the states, Cam took some time to visit friends and family at home. Amidst his visit, he and his friends frequented the town, playing games of 'who could get more numbers', 'who will take someone home,' and 'who can take more shots.'
One night, Cam managed to win two games, who could take more shots, and who could take someone home. He took home a girl named Amelia. They continued a fling the remainder of Cams stay. They decided not to be anything serious, just friends with benefits whenever he was in town.
On Cam's second deployment, spending 400 days in the desert gave him a lot of free time. When he wasn't on mission or tasked out, he was playing with his new found abilities. A lot of fun was had. Mischief was made, and it was his own little secret. It wasn't until towards the end of his second deployment that there were possible combat applications that he began to try out. If he went a third time, he would most definitely work on them more so then.
After his return to the states, his visit home continued the fling with Amelia. As well as much spent time enjoying playing jokes on his friends, who could never understand why the toilet bowl water shot at them as they sat down to drop a turd, or why the ice they poured in their drinks suddenly disappeared.
A month prior to Cam's third and final deployment, Amelia contacted him. She informed him that she was pregnant with his child. She was willing to pay for a paternity test to prove she wasn't trying to lock him down like that. Cam agreed to the paternity test, and reimbursed her after it came back positive. They agreed to keep it, and that they would work things out after he would come back.
While overseas, Cam had sent money back to help care for Amelia during her pregnancy. He also thought over all sorts of things in regards. Was Amelia someone he loved? Would they marry? To be honest, he wasn't sure how he felt. He did however know that he wouldn't want to put their child in a struggle like his parents had. It was random battles of custody when he was younger. If it came down to it, he would prefer to keep it 50/50 custody at minimum and be as active in their life as he could. They also discussed names. When she was born, her name was Katiria.
Amidst the deployment, Cameron came to the realization of his mutation. One day he was translating, only to find out that the children who came to him and the squad he was assigned to for help, their parents had been dismembered and they were free to go. It only turned out to be a ploy to lure U.S. Soldiers into an ambush. The kids were sacrificial sheep too. When they entered the residence with two soldiers, a few seconds passed as an IED detonated, killing both the kids, one of the soldiers, and critically wounding the second.
A firefight erupted and they were caught in an ambush. In the middle of the firefight, Cam's emotions ran rampant as he moved to cover, only to find a burnt and mangled corpse of one of the children. Detonations could be heard throughout the half destroyed house. Frantic and concerned, Cam continued to move from cover to cover trying to find the source. It wasn't until he stared at the ground take a breather that he realized, he didn't necessarily need to. He didn't feel the need to take a breath.
Glancing around the room, he spied the body again, and a small pop occurred next to it. A pocket of oxygen compressed and burst. Dirt and debris shooting outward from the source Cam shifted his gaze to the corner. He focused slightly and could sense himself packing something there, unseen, but he knew it was there. In his mind he released it and another blast occurred. A long several seconds after that, he made his way back to proper positioning along the firing line and returned fire at the hostiles. Their cover was solid and they had the high ground too.
Cam took his hand off the trigger and aimed it up above a group of enemies' location. He felt it, move around him, he could feel it forming. He compressed as much as he could in a single spot, then released. A loud concussive burst erupted. The bricks that the enemies were behind dismantled, and the floor they were on fell through. Cam averted his eyes and after several moments, he looked up. His teammates fired through the smoke, as did he. Hot brass whizzed by his ear and clanged on the ground. Slowly advancing and securing the area, they secured the area.
Reinforcements arrived to cordon off the area and assist with the two soldiers and children. On the move back, Cameron's vision, seemingly have been always in focus, blurred a bit as the adrenaline slowly left his body. Remembering the corpse of the child, he leaned over and vomited in the corner of the APC.
The remainder of the deployment, Cam worked on his ability. Expanding his limits, capabilities and even at times, playing pranks. A couple of times, accidentally sending the base into lock down with air blasts that were a tad bit too loud. Outside of regular duties of course.
As he finished up the deployment he made his way back to the states. With several months left in his contract, he didn't immediately head home for leave but finished and completed his final out. The transition would be fairly difficult to civilian lifestyle.
Upon return, his priority was to see Katiria and discuss things with Amelia. After sitting down for some time and a good couple of weeks, they ultimately decided that to maintain happiness for themselves and their daughter they wouldn't try to force something they both weren't ready for. She did agree to 50/50 custody and shared rights. He would send support when she was with her and he would be able to take her extended periods of time as long as it didn't interrupt school or health.
At this point, Cameron brought it to Amelia's attention that he was a mutant. The news shook her somewhat and they discussed possibilities and options if Katiria had acquired the gene and if it was dormant or if it would ever activate. It was then that Cameron decided he would read out to the Xavier institute so that he could somehow work towards a world for his daughter to look forward to without fear of discrimination.
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Cameron is very tolerant of people's beliefs and feels that education is the key to peace. He also firmly believes that a smile is the best contagion to spread if possible.
Talks to inanimate objects and is always inappropriate at the worst times. A walking sexual harassment case with all the jokes and innuendos made. Always forgets to close the overhead kitchen cabinets. Ironically started saying “ballin' “ and “got 'em.”
If he feels the benefit is not worth the effort, he will either not do it, or put in only enough effort to match the benefit. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Shooting, star gazing, drinking, women, socializing, betting, making people laugh, cooking, puns, and dad jokes.xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Anyone who hurts someone else for their own benefit/amusement. People who can't take a joke. Whole tomatoes. “white people Mexican food,” watching sports, people with poor work ethic.xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Oxygen Manipulation↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Able to manipulate the oxygen within a 30 foot radius. Immune to effects of the Oxygen manipulation (i.e. depletion or poisoning). Can create oxygen as necessary. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → A wide variety of uses. Able to harmlessly neutralize a group of hostiles, corrode metal objects/weapons, disable a hydro by removing the oxygen from the water or pyrokinetic user by removing oxygen from the atmosphere. Can support allied pyrokinetics. Can compress pockets of oxygen and release them to rapidly expand and cause concussive bursts. Can create dense walls of oxygen to help wall and stave off stray debris/shrapnel (but no major projectile or heavy debris/shrapnel). Can force oxygen to his own muscles to prevent fatigue or need to stop to 'catch his breath.' Can breathe underwater by siphoning the oxygen out of the water into his own lungs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Range limited to a 30' foot radius. Needs to be very conscientious of allies near pockets of oxygen or pockets without oxygen. Allies can not tell where there is or isn't oxygen unless directly told. Even still, difficult to pinpoint the area for allies to know.
Stray pockets can be ignited by outside sources, by environment and enemies. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → . xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 5xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 5xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 5xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 4xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Standard X-Men suit design. Altered with ballistic and fire retardant fibers.
Modified ballistic underlay. Very similar to Pinnacle's dragon skin ballistic armor. Bullet, blade, and ballistic resistant. Extreme temperature resistant
xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t →
Standard:
Smith & Wesson MP15 equiped with a quad rail, pop up sights and a fore grip.
Further attachments vary upon mission.
Springfield XD9
Tungsten Carbide 4.5” Combat knife.
200 feet of 550 cord.
Load out to change upon missions.
xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es →
Army Acquired:
Marksmanship (Expert)
Translator/Linguistics (Intermediate)
Vietnamese (Fluent)
Farsi (Fluent
Interrogation (Intermediate)
Wilderness Survival (Beginner)
Mopping (Godlike)
Other than Military Acquired:
Cooking (Expert)
Parenting (Intermediate)
Origami (Expert) [paper airplanes only]
Typing (Intermediate)
Gardening (Intermediate)
Botany (Beginner)
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:27 pm
✖▐ Daylia Astrallo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Played by )(Over.Dose.On.Cyanide)( xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Daylia Astrallo xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Chameleon xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → ’D’ xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → October 12th xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Cleveland Ohio xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → Eighteen xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5’6” xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 140lbs. xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Naturally brown, but has a tendency to dye it red. xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Blue gray xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Alabaster xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Petite xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Caucasian, American xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Gauged ears (7/16 inch) and is always wearing the same ten silver rings. She also has a scar on her right shoulder and left leg. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → OmegaxxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Mother - Cerise Astrallo - Deceased
Father - Tristan Astrallo
Older Sister - Maelona Astrallo - Deceased at age 19 Would be 21
Sister (Triplet) - Delila Astrallo - Deceased -at age 16 would be 18
Brother (Triplet) - Damon Astrallo - Deceased at age 16 would be 18
Younger Brother - Chris Astrallo - Age 16
Younger Brother - Alexander Astrallo - Deceased at age 13 would be 15
Younger Sister - Sarah Astrallo - Age 10
Youngest Brother - Jamie Astrallo - Age 6 xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → . xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → . xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxx Daylia grew up in a large family holding ten members including herself. Daylia was the first born of the triplets and had been very close to the other two (Delila and Damon). She had an older sister (Maelona), three younger brothers (Chris, Alexander, and Jamie), and one younger sister (Sarah) along with her mother and father (Cerise and Tristan). They love each other as only a family could. Early on it was eve dent that not all of the children were normal. People referred to them as mutants. They had gained the mutations from their mother. Five of the children followed in their mother steps, gaining their own mutations, of those five it included Maelona, the triplets and Alexander. Despite what some might think, within the family they were accepted and loved just as much as the non-mutant children.
Despite the love they held for one another within the large family, the outside world, for the most part, looked down upon them because of their gifts. They were often picked on, but Maelona and Daylia took the brunt of it. They would often be found in arguments with other children and even a few fights because they wanted to protect the others in the family. From an early age, Daylia hardened herself towards the world, just so she could protect her other siblings. People would try and tease her, only to have her tear them apart with her words, and in most cases making the other children cry. Her mother knew this was not healthy, and tried everything possible to help her child not hate the entire world. Daylia made it evident she didn't, but only wished that they would simply be accepted.
The family knew nothing about the place that accepted them for what they were. They knew of other mutants, though it usually just included the ones that hated the world at attacked those that were innocent. At sixteen Daylia was horrified to learn of the man who called himself Magneto. He had practically destroyed New York, just when things seemed to be changing for the mutant community. He killed innocent people and ruined the chance that mutants had to be accepted. Days after the event, angry men and woman rallied in Cleveland, targeting the mutants that lived there. They managed to kill a few of the mutants, including five of her own family members.
Daylia still remembers the event like it happened yesterday.
It was the dead of the night, Daylia and Maelona were up late, catching up with one another after Maelona had come home from college. Everything seemed normal, peaceful. Daylia had learned that Maelona was engaged and due to tell the family at dinner the next day. Daylia was delighted with the news that she would get to meet this man within the next two days or so, when they were interrupted by rather loud yelling from the outside of the house. They both went to the door to see what was going on, and what they saw shocked them. A group of about fifteen people gathered outside the house with crude weapons in hand. A lot of the people they had recognized. They were yelling and calling for the mutants to come out.
Maelona instructed Daylia to wake the rest of the family, which she did, leaving her sister by the door. She still regrets leaving her sister. She woke her mother and father first, explaining what was going on upstairs and outside on the street. She was then instructed to go upstairs and fetch the other children, and to hold on to the baby. Her parents followed her upstairs, and met with Maelona as Daylia continuned though the rest of the house. She grabbed the four year old baby Jamie first before rounding up the others in the house, though as she entered the last room, a loud banging noise reached her ears. She peeked out of the window for a moment, seeing that the rioting group had made their way from the street to their lawn and porch. Another bang came to her ears, though this one shook the house.
With the baby in hand Daylia led the family downstairs, only to see that the people from the outside had forced their way in, killing their mother and older sister first. Their father went to them, ushering the children back up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms, locking the door behind them, though it proved futile.
The mob broke down the door with ease, and once it was down six shots were heard before anyone had even spotted the gun. Two bullets made contact with Daylia, one grazing her shoulder and the other into her leg. She had hit her knees instantly, tears forming in her eyes. She ignored the pain, sheltering the four year old with her body. Her instincts took over then, she needed to do something or they would all die. She focused all she could, summoning up something she wanted the crowd to see. To the crowed it appeared that smoke had enveloped the family, and once it dissipated, the room appeared empty, save for the bloody puddles around the room. She had warned them with a motion of her hand to remain still and quiet, hoping the people would think they had gotten away.
To Daylia'a amazement, it worked. The people stood dumbfounded, and shouted angrly at one another that the family had escaped. It took fifteen minutes for the crowd to accept the implanted fact before leaving. Once it was clear, the image fell, revealing the badly injured family. Alexander, the youngest of the mutants had died from a gunshot to the head. Delila and Damon bled to death, both of a gunshot wound to a major artery. Daylia thought for the beefiest moment that she would soon join them.
When it was clear, the remaining five members of the family took off in the van, making it to the nearest hospital. Daylia's wounds were not fatal, and she was easily saved. She had to spend six days in the hospital in which time a mutant, claiming to be from a school for people like her visited. He explained everything about the school to her and the remnants of her family. With tear filled eyes, her father encouraged her to go, says that she would be safe there. She didn't want to leave her family, not with the tragedy that had befallen them, but she thought that if she stayed, she would be the cause of another attack.
Daylia made up her mind to join the school after the funeral of her family, so she may keep the others safe from those that might hunt her. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Daylia can be sweet, but is often found in a sour mood. She finds humor in irony and inappropriate jokes. She prefers to fight with words or looks rather than physical contact. She loves sarcasm and dry humor and laughs at inappropriate times, especially during serious situations. Most of this hides her true feeling though, in hopes to discourage people from getting too close. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Food, chocolate, music, movies, readingxxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Overly obnoxious people, people who think they know absolutely everything and always have to be right, most sea food, xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Molecular Manipulation ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → The first part of the mutation gives her the ability to blend in with her surrounding much like that of a chameleon. This is the base of her power which she has come to control so far. The next step in her ability is to camouflage her heat signature, allowing her to become invisible against her background to the human eye and heat seeking objects.
The second part of the mutation gives her the ability to become intangible. This ability is extremely unpredictable and uncontrolled at this time. Under a controlled mind she would be able to make her body untouchable, which would be quite useful. The ability allows objects to pass though her, though she still remains visible. A draw back to this power is that if anything is passing though her at the time that the gift deactivates, it will remain stuck. Though for some reason the gift will not allow her to pass though objects such as doors or walls, and is only used as a defensive power. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Daylia does very well with blending into her background when she concentrates on it. She can also call up a specific color on her skin. The background colors can range from the camouflage type print to extremely detailed. When using her power to hid her heat signature, her body temperature will change slightly to try and help hide her. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → When using both the skin camouflage and body heat camouflage she has to concentrate extremely hard. At this point in her power development, she cannot hold them both up for much longer than 20 minutes or so. Daylia will hardly ever use the power to phase through things. If the power isn’t used properly, the object going through her can get stuck, causing internal injury or even death. The power at this point has not been fully explored because of her fears, and will refuse to use it unless as a last resort, and because of the little development there, there is only a slim, maybe 10% chance it would even work.xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → . xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 5xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 3xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 2xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 3xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 4xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 11xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → When in uniform Daylia will wear a red leather jacket, black leather pants, and a black t-shirt underneath it. xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → A collapsible batonxxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Daylia can read tarot cards. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:29 pm
✖▐ Kerrigan Schwartzxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Knoxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Kerrigan Schwartz xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Knoxx xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Kerri, Red xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → May 19th xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Fort Knox, Kentucky, USA xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃  xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 20 xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5' 11" xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 145 lbs xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Red xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Green xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Pale, as gingers are wont to be, with a few freckles here and there. xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Near perfect physical condition - she is toned without having scary, bulging muscles. xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Pierced ears xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omega xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Heather Schwartz - Mother
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDaniel Schwartz – Father (Military – Army)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxXander Schwartz – Brother (Married to Kaelin Hammond)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRandall Schwartz – Brother (Military – Marines)
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDaniel Schwartz Jr. – Brother (Military – Army - Deceased) xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → Narcissa (best friend), Aren, Christian, Lillian, Roland, Gracie, Daylia, Charlie xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → None, aside from those that try to hurt her friends. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxOn May 19th, 1987 Heather and Daniel Schwartz gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl. From that moment on, they knew that she was going to be special, and took care to give her all the privileges that they could afford. However, Kerrigan grew up as an “army brat,” the youngest of 4 children with 3 older brothers. As a result of this, she learned to toughen up quickly as a child, and was the most eager of the bunch to learn how to fight and defend herself by her Father from a young age. As she grew and matured, her family began to notice that she had an innate ability to mimic the physical movements of those around her, starting at around the age of 6.
When she turned 6, she was put into a military education, living on base with her family, which she thoroughly enjoyed. Her ability first surfaced when she watched a little boy scale the monkey-bars with ease on her first day of recess. Without a moment’s hesitation, she jumped up on the bars and made it completely across without a single mistake. Furthermore, in gym class, she was able to flawlessly replicate the drills they were shown in class with only watching the instructor demonstrate it once. Her teacher’s were baffled, but her parents had a sneaking suspicion she was one of the “mutants” that they had heard about on television. After taking her for genetic testing, secretively of course, their suspicions were confirmed. Of everyone in their immediate family, she is the only one with an ability.
Both parents were extremely supportive of her ability, and both did whatever they could to help her control and learn how it worked. Her father headed the majority of the physical training, and her brothers were great sparring partners. When Kerri was 13, her father was deployed over seas, leaving her mother to take over her “training.” As time dragged on in her father’s absence, her mother taught her more about grace, and imitating things other than fighting. Her brothers took over her physical training at this point, even though her mother was not too happy about it. However, with two of them in the army as well, she was basically going through the same basic training as they were before she could join up. She studied everything from karate movies to etiquette movies, at the urging of her mother, resulting in her being able to compete at a black-belt level as perform a perfect curtsy.
Her father returned from his 2 year deployment to find that she was more than proficient in almost all forms of martial arts and kickboxing, but also that she had been studying gymnastics and parkour in her free time. He was proud of her, and rather than trying to teach her a wealth of new skills, she decided that it would be best to work on her physicality than anything else so that she would be best prepared in any situation.
Kerri’s uncle also worked for the military as an armor engineer, working to develop a new sort of mechanical armor for soldiers to wear. Unfortunately, he could not seem to get a prototype working that was up to the Army’s standards, and so he retired early. Kerri’s father brought her Uncle (his brother) to live with them at the time, and explained Kerrigan’s unique situation to him. Her Uncle was intrigued, and so with the help of the family, he was able to construct a suit especially for her, which he explained would enhance her physical attributes such as strength, agility, speed, etc. She began to train in the suit, and after a few months, she found she could fight worlds better than she had been able to do before, which was saying something.
When Kerri turned 18, she graduated from school, and was ready to enlist in the army, which had been her plan all along. However, her parents thought that it would be a better idea for her to attend another few years at a school where she could be around other mutants full time, and learn to deal with her powers even more. They were supportive, and always did what they could, but knew they would not be able to help her as much as others might be. It took a little bit of convincing, but they got her to agree to attend Xavier’s School for the Gifted for at least a year before she decided if she wanted to continue her education further, or go into the military. Between school and her personal training, Kerrigan had not been able to develop very good social skills, so she was a little worried about going, but knew that if her parents thought it would be for the best, then it was what she needed to do.
Upon graduation, Kerrigan was set to go into the military, as per her original plan. However, news arrived that her brother, Daniel, had been killed in combat when he was captured by enemy forces. The way the situation was handled angered her so much, that she gave up her future military career, instead opting to stay at the Academy for University courses. Considering the military was all she ever dreamed of doing, she went though a transitional period in her life that is starting to take it's toll on her physically and mentally. Unsure what her next step should be, the redhead decided to stick around the Academy, enrolling in college classes at Warren Worthington's school just down the road. Now, it was a challenge of balancing classes and active team duty, along with some semblance of a personal life. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Kerrigan has a generally positive demeanor, not really one to make waves. She is fiercely loyal to those in her life, especially her friends, and there is nothing she wouldn't do for them. Even if they don't need her help, it is hard for her to not step in and protect them in the face of danger. While she used to be very quiet and withdrawn, the redhead has made great social strides since she started at the Academy. She is generally pleasant to those she meets, especially if they have a friend in common, and really only doesn't get along with someone when they start it. However, this general attitude does not make her any less headstrong. She is known to be dependable, both in and out of battle, and has very strong views of what is expected from her, which are often higher standards than those actually placed upon her. Being an army brat, she understands then need for authority and has no problem following orders, so long as she can see the logic behind them. Kerri is no longer the school tomboy, dressing up more and despite her height not afraid to wear heels, but that doesn't mean she is any less ready to kick some a** if the situation calls for it.
Long story short, Kerrigan is a woman. She has her good days and her bad days - she can be your best friend, or will bring ginger doom down on her enemies in the most painful ways possible. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Physical activity of all kinds, running, training, reading, hanging out with friends, particularly Narcissa, tinkering with her suit, shopping, surfing youtube. xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Being ignored, being unable to exercise, people who ignore orders, Metal music, pastel colors, dentists. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → When it comes to men, Kerrigan is pretty much clueless. Because of her size and proficiency in battle, she has not really been the recipient of much male attention. As such, when some does come her way, it tends to be more confusing for her than anything else. But, if she can find a man that can keep up with her on the battlefield, she'd not opposed to relationships in the slightest. Maybe she is just used to all the male attentions turning to Cissa from whom she is usually not far away. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Adoptive Muscle Memory ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃  xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Adoptive Muscle Memory. Kerrigan has the ability to copy any physical movement she sees. She retains these moves for a limited amount of time - to make them a permanent fixture in her fighting style, she must practice them consistently. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → This ability make her very effective in combat styles, not just in what she can do, but the speed with which she can pick up new fighting styles and adapt in the midst of battle. She does not have to focus on something in order to mimic it's movement, adding to her adaptability given nearly any situation. This adaptability makes her more difficult t fight, because one cannot really predict her next move. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Kerrigan is limited to mimicking movements that she sees, and only motions that she is physically capable of performing - you will see no physics defying moves from this redhead. Additionally, she must practice moves consistently in order for it to become a permanent part of her arsenal. She cannot copy powers of any kind. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → When she learns a new ability, it is almost as if she has been doing it her entire life. Because of this, she can transfer between battle techniques in the blink of an eye. However, her powers have other uses besides battle, including dancing, playing instruments, etc. With it being such a passive power, and relying solely on physical strength and dexterity, she relies heavily on her combat suit to allow focus on the battle as opposed to getting shot and killed within seconds if the situation calls for that. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 12xxxxxxxxxxxx( 41 / 46 Used) xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Kerrigan's uniform consists of a mechanical "battle suit", described below. xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Her uncle is extremely gifted with making armor, and also worked for the army for many years. After he retired, her father told him about her abilities, and he engineered a mechanical armor-suit of sorts for her to wear, which enhanced her physical stamina to match her abilities. In recent months, her suit has been upgraded to connect to the web, able to pull videos and such from the internet on a moment's notice to show her any skill she wishes to learn. While it takes time, and is not necessarily efficient in the midst of a battle, it opened a whole new realm of possibilities to her. xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i e s → Kerrigan's power allows her to easily absorb nearly anything given the time to view it. Currently, she is "trained" in the following areas: Kickboxing, Archery, Small Weapons, Bladed Weapons, Parkour, Gymnastics, MCMAP fighting style, Krav Maga fighting style, Savate fighting style, Judo fighting style, Muay Thai fighting style. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx--Her favorite foods are potatoes and broccoli
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx--Favorite color is green
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx--Can run a 6 minute Mile
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx--Registered Independent
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:30 pm
✖▐ Emlen Grace Covington-Hawthorne xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
JINXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Emlen Grace Covington-Hawthorne xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Jinx xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Emmy, Gracie xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → June 8 xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Clayton, GA xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 19 xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5'3” xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 120lbs xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Dark Brown xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Hazel xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → tanned xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Curvy xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → belly button piercing xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omegas, Formerly a member of the Thieves xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Mother, Magnolia Parker-Covington – no mutation
Father – John Covington, no mutation
Soon-to-be ex husband – Bruce Hawthorne xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → [to be added, I hope] xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → Brotherhood of Mutants, Bruce Hawthorne xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxClayton, GA
Twenty years ago, a couple comprised of a cardiologist and the county's beauty queen was blessed with a child, a baby girl who warmed their hearts with her first coo. As hard as they tried, the two did not conceive again, and placed all of their love into their gift from God. They named her Emlen Grace. She grew up as her daddy's little girl, her mother's little angel. She was perfect, save for once, she gave them a scare, disappearing for about four hours, and even she couldn't tell them where she'd been. Emlen had no recollection of what had happened... and was confused as to why they kept asking her where she'd run off to, when the entire time she'd been playing with her dolls.
No one ever figured it out... and eventually the event became only a distant nightmare to the smalle family. Vowing to never lose her again, the Covingtons were ever vigilant that nothing would take their daughter from them. And while both parents loved their little Emmie, the couple grew apart, fell out of love... and eventually parted ways from each other. But the two made a pact not to let their differences make Emlen miserable, and the child wanted for nothing.
It was shortly after their divorce that both John and Magnolia began to notice a change in their daughter... bad luck seemed to follow her, anytime she pointed at something, chaos spread as easily as melted butter on toasted bread in that direction. Together, they searched for people who might be able to help their little girl, but found nothing. Instead, someone found them, approaching them in a gentle manner, to inform the parents that their daughter was special.. While she was younger than most mutants, the evidence was unmistakeable. She had abilities that would need training to help control, and likely people like her to help her adjust. The red head promised to be able to help, explained what the Institute was about, their goals and accomplishments... and the Covingtons agreed that it might be the best school for their little Emmie.
Only ten years old, Emmie spent the school year at the Academy, and received individualized attention, given her age. It was seven years that she spent learning with the mutants, playing a part on one of the former teams, before she and her parents both agreed it would be best to try and integrate her back into regular schools so that she could learn to blend in with the non-mutant society. The professors at Xavier's weren't thrilled to see her go, but left an open invitation for her to return any time she wanted. With a decent grasp on control and an understanding that she needed to avoid certain flicks in her hands... certain thoughts paired with her actions... Emmie excelled in her school at home. Any mishaps she might have caused were easily explained away, and she relaxed.
And as her senior year went on, she found what she hadn't expected... acceptance in the form of a boy. She fell head over heels for him, bedazzled by his charm and wit. They both graduated, and, still as strong as they were on their first date... decided to get married in the June following the end of their high school career.
Impulsive, and perhaps not the choice either of her parents had wanted for her, Emlen began to plan her life away. It wasn't for another three months that she realized that something was off, and that being married wasn't everything she'd dreamed of. Her husband grew distant, coming home late on most nights and drank heavily the nights he stayed in. Beginning to suspect him of cheating on her, Gracie decided to follow him to see just where he was spending all of his time.
Appalled at what she discovered, she pointed directly at the group of people beating someone who seemed helpless. Chaotic bolts flew around the alley, and she fled back to their little house, packed her things so that she could run to her mother's. But it was too late... he knew that she knew... and met her halfway. His eyes were bloodshot, bleary, and the stench of whiskey clung to his teeth, souring his breath. Half-crazed, he admitted being a mutant himself. That part, she would have been fine with... were it not for who he supported.. who's name he was chanting into that poor girl's ear as he way-laid on her.
Wriggling free, and desperate to get away, she tried once more to put a hex on him, only to catch his eyes, and fall deeper for him. Entranced, she quit struggling, but the back of her mind clawed at being let out, to flee as fast as her legs would carry her. It all made sense now... just why she had been so ensnared with Bruce in the first place...
For about three months, she couldn't break the hypnosis... and she too chanted Magneto's name, committing terrible deeds in his honor. Her husband got comfortable with her, believing that the trance was permanent, and left her alone in the house, and something clicked.
Completely out from under his spell, Emlen made it home, placed a restraining order on her husband, and filed for a divorce. Something about him called to her on occasion, enough so that she could feel her knees weaken when he tried to beckon her. Remaining mostly strong, she resisted, crying into her pillow for the support that only it could offer.
Six months later, she still didn't have the finalized divorce, due to flimsy legal negotiations and technicalities, but Emlen resolved to go back to school, get a college degree while she got the support she needed to officially leave Bruce behind. She worked at school for less than half a semester before Scott and Emma approached her about being on a team again. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Emlen is very impulsive and headstrong, feels a lot with her heart, but holds back nothing when it's on her mind. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Salt water taffy, country music, dancing xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Being married, being told “I told you so,” incompetence xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Hex related abilities ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Emlen has the ability to manipulate probability via hex "bolts." They are short, and limited to her line of sight. The effects of this are seemingly random. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → She can use her hexes to light flammable objects, contain or remove air from a particular area, deflect objects, stop the momentum of projectiles, open doors (albeit not so gentle most of the time), and explode objects, etc. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Casting a hex requires both a gesture and concentration on her part, though the gestures are largely a focus for the concentration. Without one or the other, it will not work. Certain gestures, no matter her intent, will cause an ill-effect on whatever she points at. These automatic triggers only manifest bad luck, so she's ever vigilant not to point. (Because it's more than just rude for her.)
Hexes have a degree of unreliability, which was further affected by her physical condition: when well rested, in good health, and mentally and emotionally alert, she can cast numerous hex-spheres in rapid succession and attain mostly desirable results for almost an hour.
Despite enhanced precision from training, her hexes are not necessarily guaranteed to work, particularly if she has been straining herself or using her powers excessively. If overextended, her hexes could backfire, causing probability to work against her wishes or to undo previous hexes.
Having a hex backfire on herself can cause drastic consequences. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Ultimately, the hexes are not under Emmi's direct control, although she can influence the nature of their effects with great concentration and effort.
Without mod approval for the direct results of her hex bolts in a prolonged fight, the degree of success should be determined by a dice roll, in a separate thread, linked in the post. The more times she uses it, the greater the probability will be come for a failure. IE, determining a multiple of five on a twenty-sided die. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 11 xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → x xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Due to the nature of her home life, she owns a small pistol, but will not carry it on the field. (without mod approval) xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Advanced Archery, Expert in Darts. Because precision is needed for hex bolts, things with accuracy are a must-hobby for her. She'll even play a few holes of golf on occasion to keep herself fresh. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:35 pm
✖▐ Charlie Ronsonxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Played by Alberiaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Charles Avery Ronson xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Lucky xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Charlie, Lucky xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → April 1st xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Phoenix, AZ xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 21 xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 6'4" xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 185lbs xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Brown xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Hazel xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Sun-kissed xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Fit, Toned xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Edward Ronson [Father, Power Detection], Rosaline Ronson [Mother], Melissa Ronson [Sister, Accelerated Regeneration] xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxRosaline was grew up in a very liberal family in New York, and Edward was a mutant from Arizona. They met in college, in New York - Edward studying architecture while Rosaline had yet to figure out her own goals. They actually met in a bar close to campus, and after talking for a few hours, Rosaline went back to Edward's room with him. They started seeing each other, and it wasn't long before they became an official couple. Edward got his degree and ended up back in Arizona, leaving Rosaline to finish her own degree. Their long distance relationship didn't last long though. Shortly after Edward's graduation, they found out that they were expecting.
With a lot of thought and discussion, Rosaline made the move to Phoenix. They were married a few short months before the arrival of their baby boy, Charlie. Rosaline became a stay-at-home mom while Edward worked hard to provide for their new family. A little under two years later, they were also blessed with a baby girl, who they named Melissa. Edward had never hidden his ability from his wife, but his power of ability detection could only sense mutants whose powers had activated at least once, so they were left wondering if their children would take after him, though he'd always had a feeling they would. And as Edward had never hidden his mutation from Rosaline, they didn't hide it from their children either, but they did wait until they were old enough to understand what it meant and to be able to keep it a secret.
Charlie was an active and athletic kid even from a young age. He participated in teams sports - particularly soccer - as a young kid, and seemed to have a natural affinity for the physically demanding. When he reached high school, he started wrestling, which led him to explore the world of martial arts. He took to it fondly, and learned quickly. It was just before high school that his ability first manifested, a year after his sister's had. His father's ability could not only detect theirs but identify them. He could tell how they worked and even though he spent a lot of time at work, he always tried to put aside some time to teach them about their powers.
Charlie was out of high school, a year into college, when his father was diagnosed with cancer. His sister took it the hardest, she seemed to think she could somehow save him and started testing her abilities limits as she searched for a cure. Or maybe she didn't think she could go on... Charlie ended up dropping out of school to help the family out full-time and try to talk some sense into his sister, though if his father couldn't do it there was little hope for his words to make a difference.
It was a long, stressful battle and seeing his father so weak was difficult but when they got the news that his cancer was in remission, spirits raised. It took some time for everyone to remember how to go about their normal lives again but eventually they managed. Charlie's father even went back to work, for a man who'd had cancer he seemed in relatively good health. With her father doing better, Melissa seemed to recover as well, and went off to college intent on becoming a doctor. Charlie took the longest to find normal again. He had always planned on going back to college and getting back on track to land in a decent paying job, starting a family, and all the usual. But when the time actually came to jump back on that train he hesitated. It suddenly seemed so utterly unfulfilling. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Charlie has a very active lifestyle, he thoroughly enjoys a workout and even getting roughed up. While the man is generally good-tempered, he is not perfect by any means, but it does take some work to get under his skin in a significant way. Flexibility and patience are two traits he certainly possesses in spades, but he is also mindful not to let others walk all over him and doesn't have a problem standing up for something he feels strongly about. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Biking, sparring, swimming, fighting, many sports, adventures, camping, sitting in front of a fire, the occasional lazy day. xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Desk jobs, having nothing to do, liking fast food, arrogance. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → He takes annual trips with his sister in which they pick an extreme sport or grand adventure to go on together. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Accelerated Probability ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → With a sense for physics and movement beyond that of an ordinary human, he can predict the outcomes of certain situations. He does this by seeing/sensing the future, given all variables, and can perceive the most probably outcome and best action to take in a given situation. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → He has a better sense for physics and movement (including body language) than an ordinary human, which helps him predict the outcome of a certain action/event/what-have-you. His brain registers a finer degree of detail and the slighter movements which helps it figure out what will (probably) happen. This can give him an upper hand in combat where he can see his opponents moves and determine the best course of action in response - it can make his very hard to hit. He can also use his ability to figure things out like how to perfectly roll a bowling ball to knock down all the pins, but it doesn't help him physically roll the ball. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → He can only sense/see a few seconds into the future, and the further he sees, the less accurate his ability is. Overuse can result in headaches/migraines, dizziness and/or bloody noses. His predictions are limited to his field of perception, if he is unaware of something his ability can't factor it into his predictions. This ability doesn't come with any physical advantages, just because he can see how to do something perfectly doesn't mean he can actually do it and some things he is simply helpless to avoid/stop even if he sees them coming. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → This is a partially passive ability. It seems to always be 'on' but normally at such a low capacity that he doesn't really notice it - but if he's watching a leaf blow in the wind he can weakly sense it's movements. But for the full effect he has to activate it. He can trigger the ability on his own but it's usually quicker and easier with some adrenaline pumping through his veins, and in 'heat of the moment' situations it can become more akin to a reflex that triggers on its own. His ability doesn't technically allow his to 'see' the (probable) future, he senses it but as humans are such visual creatures his brain puts a picture together for him. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7 xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Full body suit in dark gray and black. xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → He is a mixed martial arts fighter with a background in wrestling, though he prefers striking to grappling. Experienced in boxing, Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and karate. He is also good at parkour and soccer. And a pro at scrambled eggs. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:37 pm
✖▐ LUCIANNA ALESSA VALENTINExxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
BELLADONNAxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Lucianna Alessa ValentinexxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → BelladonnaxxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Lucy, Bella xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → June 23rdxxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Augusta, Mainexxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → FemalexxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → TwentyxxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5'7"xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 130lbsxxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Dark brownxxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → GreenxxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → FairxxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Thin xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American: Italian, Dutch, EnglishxxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → None xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → OmegaxxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Father: William Valentine - Alive
Mother: Alexandria Valentine-Ricci - AlivexxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → N/A xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → N/A xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxEverything about her was planned. Her birth was planned. Her parents had married three years before and had tried for almost a year and a half before Lucianna was conceived. She was supposed to be their miracle. Her name was planned, after her grandmother. The colors of the nursery, where she would go to school. Everything.
But, what they didn't plan was her mutation. No human family ever plans that their child will be different. It doesn't matter if they are gay, or transgendered, non-binary, or a mutant. It is never planned. Being what is considered 'normal' is never planned. They wanted healthy. Ten fingers, ten twos, beautiful blue eyes. And that is what they got. She took after her father in complexion, but her mother in beauty and grace. She was a careful, gentle child. She always loved playing with animals and helping her mother garden. She saw beauty in everything she looked at, whether it was a colorful flower or a tiny arachnid.
But when she got older, and the plants in the garden died under her touch. No one could suspect that there was something wrong. Her parents fought, accusing one another of the death that seemed to plague their family, that one of them was at fault for the illness in their house. Her mother was always sick, her father having to work overtime to afford the medical bills that seemed to come up with no answers.
It wasn't until they turned their eyes on her. On their beautiful, perfect, planned child. When had her blue eyes turned green? When had she started to smell so sweet? She was the death in their home, she was the curse, and so, they sent her to live with different relatives. Each one passing her off to the other for only short periods of time. She had to be homeschooled. There was no point of enrolling her publicly for only a few months, and she was dangerous. What if she made one of her classmates sick?
Lucianna started to forget what her parents looked like. She started to act out. If she was seen as imperfect because of something she couldn't control, then maybe she should be imperfect in every other aspect that she could. She hung out with the wrong crowds, partied, drank. Did everything she could to get the attention she had wanted, until she met someone special. Someone who didn't see her as imperfect. And because of those imperfections that he couldn't see, he died. Her kiss, her first kiss, killed him.
That's what put her on the radar of every mutant group out there, and a few anti-mutant fanatics. She was on the run, from the enemy, from people posing as friends, from the police. She needed a place to go, a real safe-haven where her sins could be erased and forgotten, where no one knew her name.xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Lucy is generally shy and quiet, she is very reserved and keeps mostly to herself. However, she is highly sympathetic and would be more than happy to be a shoulder to cry on as long as there is a good layer to protect the other person. Though it takes a while to earn her trust, the moment it is earned, she is a very loyal friend. However, because of her own self-worth, she is very pessimistic and insecure. She can be a bit moody, especially depending on the weather because of the lack of social and personal contact she can have with other people. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Gardening, singing, drawing, collecting butterfliesxxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Mushrooms, most soups, rap music.xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → N/Axxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Poison Manipulation↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Ability to control various poisons that are generated within the glands of the user's skin and saliva.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → She can usually control the level of poisons that surface to her skin but she has never been free of them before. They can have different effects. Not all of her poisons are made to kill, some can cause paralysis, hallucinations, or nausea. She is also immune to her own poisons and toxins, including any other toxin found in nature. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → She can't choose to shut it off, making it hard to have personal, physical relationships with people. She also has to be careful about touching things, because she can leave a poison behind that remains on surfaces for up to an hour. Going over the surface with rubbing alcohol will disperse this.
How long the effects of the poison lasts is dependent on her touch. A simple touch lasts five minutes. A kiss will last an hour.
Creating the lethal poison drains her of energy and makes her lethargic. And she then does not create poisons while her body recovers.
She is limited to switching two or three times in an extended period of time.
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Because of the poisons, she usually has a naturally sweet or alluring scent about her, unless the chemical makeup changes in the poisons, turning the scent to a sour or bitter one. Unless otherwise stated, her default poison causes hallucinations. When energy levels are low, she cannot create poisons, so these will be rare instances that she is safe to touch. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 4xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 3xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 3xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 4xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 3xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Similar to the uniform given, but with short sleeves and long gloves.xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → NonexxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → She can play the violin, and can sing well from years of practice before her mutation. She is a good cook, but usually only does so for herself since the danger of poisoning someone is too high. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → None
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:44 pm
✖▐ Christian Weiss-Alarcónxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Played by Rovek-Winterxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Christian Weiss-Alarcón xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Feral xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Dog, Wolfy xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → March 17th xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Merced, California xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 20 xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 6' 2" xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 197 lbs. xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Dark Brown xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Light Blue normally, Ice Blue when transformed xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → slight tan xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Athletically Toned xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American [German-Guatemalan] xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Aztec Ouroboros (Belly Button), Rushing Wolf (Upper Back)
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omega xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Mother -- Guadalupe Alarcón, Father -- Stephen Weiss, Younger sister -- Jaynee Weiss-Alarcón xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → . Will be updated xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → . Will be updated xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxChristian was the first born of a Merced couple that was 3 years into their relationship. His birth solidified their marriage, and was kept as the center of his parent's relationship, until his younger sister, Jaynee, was born. He grew up living as comfortably as a son of a caterer (his mother) and a construction worker (his father). During his elementary school days, Christian mutancy began to show in a bizarre accident. During a family trip to the Los Angeles Zoo, many of the animals began to grow restless whenever Christian wandered near their exhibit. Many animals that could be classified as 'prey' (hogs, goat, deer) shrinked away from him, and animals classified as predators (lions, panthers, cougars) began snarling at him whenever he passed by them. Other animals were simply curious of him, seeming to follow his every move (bears, wolves, gorillas). Christian in particular snapped into a feral-like state when a jaguar roared at him, the young boy snarling and rushing towards the glass that caged the jaguar. His father could barely restrain him, and the family made a hasty exit from the Zoo.
Since then, Christian began exhibiting more animal-like symptoms. Christian was prone to chasing birds that came into his backyard, squirrels that darted between trees, and rabbits that burrowed underground. His hunger wouldn't, at times, be sated until he ate two more servings. He was restless at night as well, often refusing to sleep and wandering into the backyard, simply pacing about. This even affected his school behavior, often getting him into fights whenever a bully antagonized him and earned his wrath. His bizarre behavior climaxed when he was going through puberty, when a fight broke out in front of his house between him and a gang of kids he made enemies with in school. During the fight, Christian finally transformed into a large, wolf-like creature, scaring off the kids. Christian gave chase, and eventually his fury led him to terrorizing the entire neighborhood for the rest of the day. He was eventually subdued by both Animal Control and the local police. He was pronounced a mutant, and the town quickly began to spite him of his horrible behavior and rampages. Despite his terrifying behavior and inhuman tendencies...Christian loved every second of it. It felt too natural, and the fact that he was received flak from it just caused him anger. His parents also embraced his mutancy, allowing him to experiment with his powers so long as he didn't attract too much attention (which always happened anyways).
His family made the decision to move to another city, Palm Springs. While he attempted to complete middle school there, news of his endeavors in Merced reached Palm Springs, and anti-mutant resentment began to barrage the poor family. Christian's mutancy continued to grow, and it only garnered more attention as his family tried to keep together. The situation reached a breaking point when a shooting broke out at his house, a lone gunman breaking into his house and attempting to murder him. His parents decided that this was too much for the family to try and take care of on their own. Luckily, the Xavier Institute approached them not long after that incident, offering a safe haven for Christian. They even offered to help his family move to another location, this time under more concealed means, to continue living their lives in peace. Christian didn't waste any time as he promised keep in touch with his parents, eager to complete his education in an Institute with other mutants, and develop his powers.
At the Institute, Christian spent his years developing his abilities and furthering his education in an environment that was not only tolerant of mutants, but encouraged his growth. He met with others that shared their resentment of being castaway from their former life to one that was spent in the shadows, away from the 'regular' world. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Christian's attitude greatly changed once he began living with the Xavier Institute. Now, he allows his more animal instincts to become his norms. He is normally aloof, a far cry from his younger and more open adolescence. He often regards new people with an unimpressed stare, before returning to whatever he was doing. He treats his friends with great regard, however, and will always attempt to pull them away from their duties to find some fun. Because of his comfort with his power, Christian doesn't flinch at his own lack of attire at times, and often must remember that others don't share his belief. He is a very forward individual, often blunt and sometimes uncaring in his nature. He does enjoy social interactions though, and won't pass up the opportunity to mingle with others, even if it the audience doesn't find him too appealing. He is surprisingly defensive with his friends, often one of the first to assist his allies in combat situations. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Being barefoot and shirtless, food (meats, mostly), video games, sleeping, 'hunting', adventuring, exercising, using his powers, intimacy, destruction (it's therapeutic to him), sparring xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Guns, being treated as a monster, cold water, being 'too dressed', onions, long speeches, small spaces xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Christian does not mind being treated like a dog, due to the fact that he does has some dog-like habits. Scratching his head, transformed or not, will often calm him down. When transformed, Christian is also a lot more agreeable, being able to take commands from others easily. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Werewolf Transformation ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Christian can transform into a bipedal werewolf, which stands at about 10 feet. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → When transformed, Christian gains a massive boost in physical strength, agility, endurance, and tracking abilities. Christian could easily break through brick walls with sufficient force, and rip off the doors of an armored truck. His muscle strength provides him with ample power to speed across the battlefield, able to reach speeds up to 49 miles per hour, and can maintain his top speed for about 5 minutes. His endurance allows him to shrug off most physical attacks and keep attack, barring serious lacerations, broken bones, and loss of blood. His keen sense allow him to track down targets, and can hone in on them if given a sample of their scent. His vision in the dark is also great, as well as his sense of hearing. Outside of his transformation, Christian retains some superhuman senses like increased hearing and scent detection, as well as some form of night vision. Christian can maintain his werewolf form for an indefinite amount of time when at rest. When at rest, Christian also enjoys an accelerated healing factor, but this only seems to come into play when asleep. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Christian's enhanced sense can be one of his greatest weaknesses if exploited. Particularly strong smells, such as garlic, cinnamon, or foul garbage can mask a scent. Bright lights suddenly flashing at night can blind him momentarily, especially if he doesn't expect it. He is especially prone to high-pitched frequencies, some of which can actually debilitate him, or leave him incapacitate him. These sensory weaknesses also carry over to his human form, though they are not as serious as when he is in his transformed state. While he can remain transformed for an indefinite amount of time, Christian can 'burn himself out' with strenuous activity or prolonged combat. As previously stated, while he does possess a healing factor, it will not come into play at all while he is awake. Injuries that are received in human form carry over to his werewolf form, and vice versa. His healing factor also only speeds up his recovery, but won't fix major injuries like most other advanced factors (an cut off arm will likely not regenerate, nor would chunks of missing skin magically grow back in record time.). xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → . While transformed, Christian loses the ability to speak, and is reduced to howls, growls, snarls, and pants. He can still understand English perfectly though, and can find ways of communication with hand gestures. He has learned some basic sign language for such occasions. Otherwise, finger points, snout nudging, or whining become his only method of communicating to those who can't understand sign language. His muscle composition also increases when transformed, and can be boosted by weight training in human form. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 7 xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 12 xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Team colored pants made of special material that stretch when he transforms. Usually worn underneath anything he is wearing. Anything else usually rips off when transforming. xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → Forgoes most weapons to stick with barefists or, when transformed, claws and jaws. xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Hunting (Master), Surveillance (Intermediate), Video Gaming (Intermediate), Parkour (Intermediate), Swimming (Intermediate), Baseball (Intermediate),Surfing (Intermediate) xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Christian attempts to please both sides of his wants (his human desires and his animal desires), often giving a varied range of interests. He enjoys video gaming greatly, as well as the occasional exercise and sport. However, to keep his hunting sense sharp, he will often chase something (in werewolf form, of course), and will sometimes enlist the aid of others to help him. Intense emotion can influence his transformation and strength, but not by an overbearing amount. When not wearing his uniform, Christian's transformations will often leave him in tattered and shredded clothing when he reverts back to his human form. Wandering shirtless and barefoot usually reduces the amount of clothing he rips up, if he doesn't get the chance to discard his worn clothing beforehand.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:45 pm
✖▐ Chi-Chi Adams xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Oni xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Chi-Chi Adams xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Oni xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → December 5th xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Kyoto, Japan xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 21 xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5’ 2” xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 115 lbs.xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Black with Short Bangs xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Brown xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Fair/Pale xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Flat-chested, thin, and well-toned. xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Japanese/American xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → (TBD) xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s →
??? - Biological Mother/Father - Unknown
Suzanne Adams - Adoptive Mother - Alive
John Adams - Adoptive Father - Alive
Richard Adams - Adoptive Brother - Alive
Amy Adams - Adoptive Sister - Alive (Does not communicate)xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → Because of her past in Japan, she does have a criminal record, but because they could never catch her and there were too many loose ends, plus after years of no activity, she’s mostly been put aside as nothing more than a ghost story. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxx Some mutants are born lucky. They grow up human, fit in with others, and slowly discover their abilities over time. Some, however, aren't so blessed. The mutants that are born with visible, physical mutations come into the world fighting, struggling just to live a normal life. Most of them are destined to be snatched up by government testing facilities or privately funded labs set on either turning them into mutant super-weapons, or dissecting them for the pursuit of “knowledge”.
Chi-Chi was born in a small house in Kyoto, Japan, to a family she never got the chance to know. Her family was poor and came from a traditional background, and when the tiny, horned, demon-looking child came into the world, she was greeted with screams of terror. Her family associated her looks with those of an ancient, powerful Japanese demon, sent to haunt and curse families for their past sins. Fearing that their family line had been tainted by some awful curse, they quickly threw her away.
She was left on the front steps of a small orphanage, hopefully to be passed on to someone else and forgotten. But no one ever wanted to adopt a demon into their family. As she grew up, the demon child silently grew to hate the world and people around her, looking down on the stupid humans that cast her out. She thought of them as below her, making her an angry, wild, and resentful. At the same time, her abilities began to develop and grow stronger quickly with age. She would lash out at anyone who got too close, and she climbed the walls and ceiling like a spider, always getting into places she shouldn’t. Her looks and actions scared the other children, and the adults working at the orphanage grew worried that her demeanor would only continue to get worse. So they called upon the police to take her away, but when they arrived, she had already run off and disappeared.
She ran away when she was about seven years old, taking to the streets and keeping herself hidden from the public eye. That was when she developed a more human look for herself, masking her demonic form with that of an average girl’s, so that she could go in public without being pointed out. She spent several years of her life wandering the streets, surviving on small thefts and pickpocketing. She learned to blend in with everyone else, living in the background and becoming a ghost in the crowd, and as she got older, her wild nature calmed down, but she was still easy to anger. There were a few recorded cases of people being attacked by a small, wild child with claws, just before she would disappear from sight. The police tried to track her down, but could never follow her trail.
She was alone, and preferred it that way, but there was still a dream in the back of her mind of wanting to belong to something. One day, she saw a group of kids her age playing in the streets, and when they saw her, they invited her to join in. They were really nice, and it was the first time in a while where she felt normal. That was, until one of the kids accidentally tripped her and she got hurt, revealing her other form. Everything happened so fast. The other kids who were so nice before, now backed away and were terrified of her. Nearby parents let out cries of horror, and a crowd started to gather around. They whispered words like mutant, freak, monster… It all made her so… angry, like each word was a deep slice from a knife. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and fearing it was someone out to hurt her, she lashed out… Only to realize too late that it was one of the other kids. She cried as she looked at the blood on her hands, and immediately ran off, going back to the only safety she knew. Word spread of a murderous monster in Tokyo, and soon she had wanted posters out for her arrest. Not only that, but some of the big-bucks mutation research industries were looking for her as well, putting out high rewards for her to be brought in, dead or alive. She realized she couldn’t stay in Japan any longer.
The safest route she knew was by boat, with less traffic and not as many check points to be caught at. Using her abilities, she easily snuck aboard one of the larger cargo ships heading out, keeping hidden by staying in the cargo boxes. She didn't know where she was going, but at this point, anywhere was better than here. The ride was long, and as they traveled, the air seemed to grow colder and harsher. The ship rocked heavily against the waves when stormier weather struck, and the smell of fish and ocean waters made her sick. Unfortunately, she had not prepared herself for the cold journey towards arctic waters, and without warmer clothes, good sleep, or food, her body began to grow terribly weak and sick.
That’s when she was found by one of the ship’s crew members, an older worker named John Adams. He found the little girl curled up in one of the lower cargo holds. Her breath was shaky and ragged, and her heartbeat was slow, and when he pressed a hand to her forehead, she head a steadily rising temperature. She had all the clear symptoms of pneumonia, and if she wasn't taken care of soon, she could die. He had no idea who this little demon child was or how she had gotten aboard, but unlike anyone else, he wanted to help her. Carefully, he picked her up and wrapped her in a thermal blanket, holding her close to him and cooing her softly. She barely had the energy to fight back, and Mr. Adams took it upon himself to take care of her, bringing her back to health with love and patience, even when she tried to lash out at him.
Once the ship docked in Alaska, John Adams had bonded so well with her that he adopted her, bringing her into his family and home to his wife. John and Suzanne Adams were both thrilled to have another child in their lives again. Both of them were much older, and their other two children had already grown up and moved to the states, visiting only once every now and then. They lived in the secluded, upper wooded area of Livengood, Alaska, and life there was perfect to Chi-Chi. Her mother was a retired teacher, and homeschooled her, along with teaching her several things like yoga, meditation, and cooking to help her find peace and control with her abilities. Her father taught her how to hunt, giving her a hobby where she could freely be herself and practice her abilities, so long as no one else was around. Instead of pushing her mutation away, they accepted her as she was, and for once in her life, she had a place where she belonged. She no longer felt like she was completely alone. She was finally happy.
Then, the world was changed when the registration act was passed. Mutants became even bigger targets than before, and the people and places she had once known to be friendly and safe felt cold and unwelcoming. That was when her father taught her all about the X-men, and suggested she should move away to the Academy, where she would be safe. But after fighting for so long for a place where she belonged, she couldn’t bring herself to leave them. Out here, she was far from the public eye, secluded, and around people she trusted. So she stayed, but it wasn’t long before her safety was compromised.
On a cold snowy day, just after they had gotten back from a hunting trip, there was a knock on their door, and big men in armor and heavy guns came for her. The MRD soldiers came to have Chi-Chi registered under the Mutant Registration Act, but her father had heard news of what the Act was really for, and fearing for his daughter’s life, he tried his best to block them off, fighting back long enough to give her a running head start. She ran into the woods with the few things she had still on her pack, disappearing into the woods where she knew the MRD couldn’t keep up with her.
Chi-Chi disappeared for several months after that, constantly on the move and avoiding being spotted. She was afraid to reach out to her mom and dad, and instead called out to her brother Richard. He had always been the more understanding sibling, and so he promised to help her find the Institute so that she could be safe. Once she was able to make it to their newer, closer location, she wouldn’t have to be on the run anymore, and no one was going to take her away from that feeling ever again. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Icy :: Distant :: Shy :: Loyal :: Calm :: Caring :: Protective
Chi-Chi grew up with the idea of only putting her own life first, following the mentality of a soldier and survivalist. On the field, she trusts her instincts first, and can therefore be a little unstable. She's reserved, untrusting, and generally has a distant or icy attitude towards anyone she doesn’t know, but she’s trying to be less like a soldier and be more human. She’s still very jumpy, shy, and uncomfortable in situations of physical contact or being in public, and has a few issues with letting go of her past.
When she’s relaxed, she’s a really calm, nice person, and a very loyal friend. She cares deeply about the feelings of others, and loves being in the presence of other people. While serious on the field, she’s calm and sweet when around others, and tries her best to enjoy herself in social situations. She’s laid back and likes to do things the old fashioned way, like making home-cooked food or curling up with a good book and listening to music. She’s very open to learning new things from other people, but tries to avoid high stressors like scary movies or action-intense video games, because it makes her jumpy and high strung. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Warm Places, Snowy Days, Being around People/Animals, Meditating, Chocolate, and Trying New Things. xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Deep Water (Can’t Swim), Overpowering Smells, Thick Crowds, and Loud Thunderous Noises. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → As soon as she moved to Alaska and learned better English, she worked hard to drop her accent, and rarely spoke Japanese. It reminded her way too much of her early childhood, and tries everything she can to forget about it. You can still faintly hear her Japanese accent at times, but for the most part, she prefers speaking English. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Demon Physiology ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Chi-Chi was born with a mutation that gave her the physical traits and abilities of a demon, similar to that of a Japanese Oni. In order to survive in this world among humans, she had to develop a human form to cover herself up, eventually becoming her more common form to stay in. While in her human form, most of her abilities are dialed down, and are not as strong as when she releases her binds and goes full demon.
Transformation: The change from her human to demon form is painful, but quick. The initial warning of her transformation begins with the whites of her eyes turning black. Her teeth become more fang-like, growing long, sharp, and strong for a deadly bite. Then, her body begins to change, first with her growing short, skin-covered horns that go up the sides of her forehead, like an Oni Demon would have. The bones in her hands and feet would extend and grow into stronger claws, capable of cutting into strong metals, and the bones on her joints would protrude slightly into bony ridges for a little extra protection, but not much.
Abilities:
- Natural Weapons - Stronger Claws and Teeth
- Enhanced Instincts - While in her demonic form, her instincts are raised to a higher state, closer to that of a wild animal’s. She’ll often use this to get a sense of a situation before she acts, mainly using sight and sounds from around her to determine her actions. Her instincts also lead her to follow a more predator/prey, fight-or-flight animalistic style of fighting, where unfortunately she tends to go a bit wild and can forget to back down until she calms herself down enough.
- Wall Climbing - One of her more supernatural abilities while in her demonic form is the ability to climb over surfaces, scaling walls much like a lizard can. She does this mostly by digging her claws into surfaces to get a good enough grip, using her strength and agility to move quickly where others could barely get a grip. She’ll often combine this with parkour to help travel speedily, using it to jump from wall to wall, or scale up the sides of buildings without being noticed. Her claws are strong enough to dig into some tougher metals, allowing for her to dig in and hang onto them, but some smoother walls may require more “jumping” in order to climb. She can also climb up onto ceilings, if she can get a good enough grip.
- Warp Jumping - Her most "demonic" of abilities is the supernatural gift of being able to jump, or teleport, herself short distances, usually in a small puff of smoke. The act of warp-jumping is a lot like teleportation, except that it is more like stepping out of the space she currently was in, and moving out at another location not too far away, kind of like taking a shortcut. However, this ability has several limitations, like the fact that she can only move herself to visible locations, and not anywhere that's too far away. For instance; she can't warp-jump to a rooftop if she can't see where she's going to land on it, or teleport herself into a building unless there's a window she can clearly see into. It's also her most mentally draining ability, requiring lots of concentration to focus on the place she intends to go. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Oni’s skills are best suited for stealth or infiltration operations. She’s good at getting around quickly and quietly, using her abilities to move around without drawing too much attention. Plus, after years of living on the streets, she’s fairly good at pickpocketing and getting away. Her warp-jumping ability and her ability to climb walls makes it easy for her to dodge around and get to hard-to-reach places, which if she’s got a good gun, can be great for sniping vantage points.
In the cases of up-close combat, her claws and teeth are her best weapons. In a fight, she does things the same way a giant cat would, leaping onto her prey and sinking her claws and teeth into them. She’s agile and hard to catch, being bendy and quick, but she’s not well equipped for taking on bigger fighters, unless it's life or death. She does get stronger while in her demonic form, but her body is still only as durable as it is when she's human. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Oni’s warp-jumping ability has several limitations, and is mainly for her own use only. She can’t bring other people with her, and unfortunately can’t go anywhere she can’t visibly see. Even if she sees a place a couple minutes ago, she cannot go there by memory, and she cannot exit a room without doors or windows. She’s not mentally strong enough to go long distances, and it takes a couple seconds for her to concentrate on a spot before going there. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 3 (5 When in Demonic Form) xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7 xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → She prefers to wear a thick black sleeveless turtleneck with black stretchy pants that have team colors down the sides, and climbers shoes. Overtop of that, she wears a belt with an X-Men clasp in the center, and a leather hooded jacket with a big X on the back in team colors. She’ll sometimes accessorize with black fingerless gloves, or a thick black beanie. xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t →
Her Father's Silenced Hunting Rifle and Hunting Knife.
She also keeps a White Half-Mask that she got from a festival when she was little. xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es →
Parkour {Master}
Yoga/Gymnastics {Intermediate}
Guns, Long-Range {intermediate}
Cooking {Beginner}
Pickpocketing {Beginner}
xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Chi-Chi’s talents come from years of practice and teaching, but some of her older ones, like pickpocketing, have been reduced to a beginners level from when she stopped doing it as a young child.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:48 pm
✖▐ Felix Andersonxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Played by: Phoibe Vailxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Felix Anderson xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Dart xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Fe-Fe (jokingly), Speedy xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → January 1st xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Paradise Falls, Michigan xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 20 xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 6' 1" xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 189 xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Dark brown/black xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Blue xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Fair xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Toned xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → British American xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → N/A xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omega xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Jennifer Anderson - Mother - Deceased
Clint Anderson - Father - 42 - Hypnotic Suggestion
Allison Anderson - Aunt - 39 - No mutation xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → Raine Burke, Aren Aquene, Narcissa Lucania, xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxFelix was born in Paradise Falls a somewhat large town in Michigan where unbeknownst to him his father served as both the leader of the gang that basically ran the town and it's mayor. He grew up a rather normal life with his mother passing away at a young age leaving him and his father alone. His father had little to do with him leaving him to be raised by the family maid. Going into school most of the kids avoided him at the urging of their parents because of who his father was. He tended to get grades he didn't really earn just as a way for the teachers to keep his father happy. There were people coming up missing all the time that the local police did nothing to try and determine why. Everybody secretly knew what had happened to them. Nobody was willing to speak up about it however for fear of the same happening to them. His father's gang dealt in all kinds of illegal activities that ranged from drugs to slavery. Still Felix remained completely unaware of everything.
When he got old enough to begin to understand what was going on around him his father and the other gang members he was around made him think it was all alright. They made him think they were the good guys in this all. Especially when the police force finally got a chief that was not willing to compromise his beliefs. A war began to rage between the police and his father and his followers. When election came his father was not reelected which was the first big change in Felix's lifestyle. Then his mutation surfaced. Immediately his father saw the potential it carried and decided to let Felix 'help him against the villains'. Only about 14 Felix jumped at this chance still thinking his father was doing good. Teaching his son the basics of the lifestyle he mainly used him for disposing of evidence quickly. A few years went by like this and slowly Felix began to question if his father was really the bad guy. After all he began to learn more of what his father was doing and it just seemed wrong.
Still his father insisted that he had the town's best interest at heart and that the things he was doing was 'a necessary evil'. Instantly seeing the wisdom in his father's words he wasn't aware that was his father's ability. That was when he began to have blackouts whenever his father sat him down for a 'little talk'. Then his father decided it was time to kill the police chief and after one failed attempt decided who better to do so then Felix who could kill him and leave before the chief was ever even aware there was someone there. After about an hour of 'convincing' Felix was told where he would be and at what time and he went and did the deed. Afterwards looking down at the body Felix was very aware of how wrong it was and what he had just done. Distraught he was aware of what his father was doing to him every time he disagreed with him. His father was just using him to do his dirty work using his ability to hypnotize him.
Leaving the scene Felix returned to his father angry and told his father he was done listening to him. Calmly as if he had been expecting this there was a man in the room that Felix didn't see at first. His father explained that he would 'take away the pain and guilt' then without warning his head was seized in the man's hand and Felix blacked out again. This time however something went wrong in the process and not everything was erased. It didn't take long for him to figure out the cause of his black outs. And soon he began to wonder exactly what else he had done that this man had just made him forget. Then he heard a rumor going around concerning his mother's death and it implicated his father in the rumor. Finding the man who had erased his memories Felix confronted him in the privacy of his home. Demanding to know what else he had been made to forget the man reluctantly revealed that he could bring it all back. Felix hesitantly accepted letting the man 'touch' his memories again.
True to his word the man brought everything back. Feeling the full weight of the things he had done Felix had to sit down and sort through things he had done. The man apologized for doing what he had done to him explaining that he had no choice in helping his father because he threatened his family in exchange for service. Felix decided to help the man disappear and after getting into his father's safe stole more than enough money for them to disappear. Afterward he took a little more time sorting through the newly re-implanted memories and realized he had walked in on his father standing over his mother's body. Confronting his father about the memories his father was caught off guard and attempted to use his ability on his son yet again only to fail. Felix was done letting his father control him and sway him with words. Assaulting his father and knocking him down he felt the anger well up inside himself. Continuing to hit him his father eventually confessed to killing his mother.
His father explained that he couldn't very well have his wife questioning him in front of his followers. At the peak of his anger by now Felix considered killing his father for using him the way he had been and disposing of his mother as if she was trash. Continuing the assault until his father was just barely hanging on Felix suddenly heard a voice in his head. The voice introducing himself as Xavier explained that he was better than this. Felix insisted he wasn't that this was who he was. After all look at the things he had done over the years. His soul had already been tainted. There was no going back. He was already damned so why stop now? After a little more talking Felix felt his anger begin to recede. Giving his mother as reason enough to go through with it the man asked a question he did not think of before. Would his mother want him to do this? Finding it hard to remember her in detail the one thing he remembered the most was her kindness.
Slowly letting go of his father Felix sighed. The man offered to show him a better way and to just give this other life a chance. His father would be waiting anyway right? Finally deciding that he would listen to the man he brought his father to the hospital and left him laying in the emergency room lobby floor. Going back to his house he was greeted by a man named Cyclops who after an introduction offered him transportation to this school he was a headmaster at. Agreeing to go to escape the life he had been thrust into by his father Felix left with him. Upon arrival however he found himself hesitant to go into this life finding the idea of using his powers to help people a foreign concept. Still he did something right as after a little while he found himself on one of the junior teams. Granted he honestly didn't really care that much. It just seemed like another kind of gang to him. He wasn't sure if this was the life for him either. Thankfully his father would still be waiting when he left. After all he had not been swayed from a desire for revenge. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → He is generally apathetic about things not really caring either way. Because if this he takes a very long time to anger. There is very few things that can actually get a rise out of him. As a result of his attitude he can come off as a little cold, valuing his own continued existence over everything else. He is willing to follow orders without question no matter what they are as long as it does not require him to compromise his own life. He is not afraid to speak his mind and is willing to accept the consequences for doing so. Don't expect him to sugarcoat things. He is not against joking around and sarcasm, but it isn't often he will do so. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Flirting, Reading, Slacking off in general, Joking around, Being sarcastic xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Humans (most of the time) xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Super Speed ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → He is superhumanly fast able to move at speeds nearing 150 mph. His body is also naturally adapted to moving at high speeds with him having a higher metabolism. His mind also moves faster as a result to allow him to perceive things while moving at high speeds and it also gives him a faster reaction time than normal. He is resistant to kinetic impacts while at high speeds so as to not injure himself when running at superhuman speeds. At top speed currently he can run up a building as long as he doesn't stop or slow down. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → He is capable of covering extremely long distances in a short amount of time. Being able to move so fast also makes him extremely hard to hit. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → His higher metabolism is both a blessing and a curse as it keeps him fit, but does also require him to ingest large amounts of food to sustain himself. Running for prolonged periods of time can tire him out quickly if he's not careful. His power is always on so it takes conscious effort to not simply run everywhere he goes. There are times when his power affects things like speech making him talk faster as a result. If somehow he were to be lifted off the ground or otherwise rendered impossible to touch something solid he would be basically powerless. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → . xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 8 xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 6 xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 6 xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Black with red accents xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → N/A xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → His own style of fighting that has adapted things from other fighting styles and been honed to be used when moving at high speeds, Moving stealthily when needed, Basic skill with small weapons. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:49 pm
✖▐ Farren Moorexxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Fracture xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Farren Moore xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Fracture xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → December 1st xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Smithers, British Columbia, Canada xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 20 xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5'4'' xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 113lbs xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Brown xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Steel Blue xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Fair xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Toned/Athletic xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Canadian/American xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Various ear Piercings xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omega xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Dawn Moore (mother), Michael Moore (father), Derek Moore (brother) xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → . xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → . xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxBased on her town of birth being in Smithers, British Columbia, it was practically predetermined from conception that Farren was destined to be a sports enthusiast.
Her father was a professional skiing coach and her mother a nurse, the two having met when her father ended up in the hospital after his own personal skiing mishap and the rest was, as they say, history.
With heavy influence from her father, Farren wound up learning to ski and snow board almost as soon as she was able to walk. Naturally he hoped she would grow up to appreciate the sport as much as he did, however, he was supportive regardless of the path his daughter decided to take.
Farren wasn't quite three when her father ended up with a contract to train a few olympic skiers, requiring the family to relocate to Denver, Colorado. It was here Farren would grow up, although a part of her would always long for the far more quaint life in Smithers.
Growing up, Farren always thought of herself as a pretty average kid, although, compared to the typical teen, she was far more involved in her community than most. She was a part of her high school debate team, the volley ball team, she was in the high school band, took part in the high school musicals, and whatever spare time remained, she focused heavily on attending private mixed martial arts courses and volunteering at community shelters for the less fortunate.
Farren's goal was to eventually pursue post secondary education that would enable her to become someone she felt could help make a difference in people's lives. The aspiration to help others was heavily due to the kind people she had met during her volunteering experiences, though part of her also wished to pursue the natural talent she'd been honing in MMA. During one of her volunteer experiences, it just so happened that Farren would ultimately discover her mutant nature.
It was during the night after the conclusion of the volunteer youth program she helped host week to week. The night had been a typical one thus far, the less fortunate kids being brought together through recreational sports, arts and crafts, much like a summer camp but on a weekly basis. Things took a turn, however, when Farren walked outside only to discover her car was inoperable when she attempted to start it.
Naturally, her first reaction was to phone her father to see if he would have some insight as to how she might fix her vehicle. Her father asked her some basics, whether the engine was turning or whether it was completely dead, etc. After asking his introductory questions, he ended up telling his daughter to just stay in the car, that he would be on his way to pick her up and take a look at her car the next day seeing as it was night time in the rougher side of town.
Farren agreed over the phone to her father's suggestion, however, in practice, she defied him. Perhaps not as cautious as she should have been, the lone teen decided to pop the hood of her car and take a look for herself while calling a friend that happened to be taking shop classes. As she was describing the state of the contents within the front of the vehicle, however, she heard some footsteps drawing closer.
Within a manner of seconds, the footsteps grew faster and before she could even verify who had bothered to approach her from behind, she was shoved sideways onto the hood of her car. She had lost her grip on her phone in the process, the screen shattering as it hit the ground. Again, before she really had much of a chance to react, she was struck in the side of the jaw, sending her reeling to the ground.
Before anything else happened, Farren was sure to let out as loud a cry for help as she was physically capable of. Her action offered her a brief moment of reprieve on her attacker's part due to checking for any nearby witnesses and it allowed her to look up in time to see them moving to stomp or kick her while she was on the ground. Adrenaline and her fighting instincts overtaking her initial shock, Farren easily rolled to avoid her attacker's onslaught and shook off the initial stupor from the unexpected blow. While part of her wanted to attempt reasoning with this individual, the fact they hadn't run away yet suggested they were committed to following through with whatever they had planned and her breath was best preserved defending herself.
The moment to breathe was short lived as her attacker rushed her, aiming to hit her in the face. Instinctively she raised her hands to absorb the blow, and that's when it happened. A weird sensation akin to a surge of energy overcame her as her hands and forearms blocked the would be hit. The next second the energy sensation she felt suddenly disappeared as quickly as it had come and somehow her assailant had been knocked to the ground.
As abruptly as the encounter had began, it concluded with her father's car pulling up and the assailant fleeing the scene. While she was physically capable of pursuing, the shock was still processing through her system. Meanwhile, her father's primary concern was to assure his daughter was safe as opposed to chase a stranger down.
From that night onward, however, Farren and her family would forever establish that life was never going to be the same. The same night Farren discovered her mutation, she was also enlightened that her father, like herself, happened to be a mutant. It was also the same night that, together as a family, they decided the safest place they knew of for Farren to safeguard her dreams of attending college and honing her MMA ambitions would be the Xavier Institute.
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Farren's a courageous go-getter with a healthy side of skepticism. While she works tirelessly toward any goal she seeks to achieve, she also possesses the ability to self reflect and can take a step back to observe. Through self reflection, she constantly strives to make herself a better person along with the rest of the world around her. Her ambition and wanderlust seem ceaseless more often than not. Due to this abundance of energy, she often finds herself having a difficult time sitting still. She's witty, outgoing and generally easy to get along with, however, she has no fear of holding her ground or standing up for others and does possess a temper if pushed to that point. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Thrill Seeking, Strange People, Honor, Justice, Video Games, Sparring xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Losing, Plain Janes, Lack of Integrity, Feeling Restricted xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Kinetic Absorption ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Farren’s ability allows her to absorb kinetic energy, meaning when she is attacked physically via kinetic energy she is able to absorb the momentum and strength put into the attack and redistribute it.
xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Farren is able to absorb physical energy, meaning she is impervious to many forms of physical attacks and can absorb momentum. Once she’s absorbed the energy she is able to redistribute it in a few different ways:
1) She can use it to make herself physically stronger [ex. Being punched and sending the same punch she absorbed right back at someone.]
2) Can be used for a brief, temporary boost in speed xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → She needs to be expecting a hit in order to take it, in other words she has to ‘brace for the hit’ or else she will take the full hit and not absorb any of the energy. Farren’s ability to absorb energy is solely limited to kinetic energy so she currently cannot absorb other types of energy. If the source of energy is too much for her to handle or absorb she can severely injure herself, likewise if she manages to absorb too much energy it can be detrimental to her as well, resulting in seizures. In order to achieve her maximum levels of strength or speed, she has to absorb a decent amount of power, for example: if Farren is only taking a punch from a human with regular strength, she will likely need to take multiple punches to achieve super strength/speed. Lastly, she has to choose between utilizing her energy for either physical strength or speed boosting. She cannot use both at once. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Farren can currently channel her strength/speed for a maximum of 3 minutes. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 4 (**Can vary based on mutation) xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 3 (**Can vary based on mutation) xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 7
** Current strength/speed threshold: 7 xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → A durable suit if she is on a formal mission but otherwise she will wear anything from traditional martial arts attire to casual clothing. xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Formerly Competitive MMA Fighter: Boxing (Master) Judo (Intermediate) Muay Thai (Intermediate) Tae Kwon Do (Beginner) Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (Beginner), Gymnast (Intermediate) xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:50 pm
✖▐ Peta "Aren" Aquenexxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Played by The Bunitxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Peta "Aren" Aquene (Aren is his english name, meaning the same thing that it does in his tribe - Otaikimmio'tokaan Aren Aquene. xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Measure (Tiny) xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Aren, Tiny xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → August 15th xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Montana xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Male xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → 19 xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 6' xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 175 lbs. xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Long, dark, almost black but often has a brown hue. xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Brown xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Sunkissed, tan xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Slight, but muscular xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → Native American/ American xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → N/A xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omega xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → It's a gaggle of indians Because of the deplorable conditions of the reservations, most of the families live in close quarters, meaning his three brothers, mother and grandparents all share a home. xxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → Cissa is the other half of his soul, literally. He's friends with Dom, Leo (from their escapades as kids), Shandra (same as Leo, small world!) Kerri by extension of the team, Raine (much to Cissa's dismay), and Cammi. xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → . While he doesn't hate him, Roland and Aren never see eye to eye. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxObviously, by the looks of him, Peta is not a full blooded native; his father was a pale face, but his mother loved him deeply enough to go against what was expected of them. She had three sons in their union, but the reservation life (which they were not permitted because her husband was not part of the tribe), and they eventually separated. The tribe allowed for her to come back, boys in tow after a long tribal council meeting on whether or not they would allow half breeds to diminish the purity of their tribe. Eventually, they came to terms that they could accept; the boys would be considered kin, but at the age of 20 they were to decide if they belong to the tribe or to the white men.
Until then, the three boys -Peta being the eldest- were to grow up as a Blackfoot should, and they would learn in the exclusive setting the ways of the tribe. They'd hear the stories of Cree (Old Man; their creator), they'd learn to hunt, the importance of buffalo, the mountains and the plains, and more importantly, the sun. For the average Blackfoot, the sun held the greatest importance of the circle of life. It was brought their crops to fruition, brought the smile to women's faces, and warmed their flesh to comfort. And in the colder months, those few sunny days provided hope of better times that would come if they'd only endure.
Winters brought bitter lessons, and often the reservation ran scarce of food, and the Montana snow storms kept them frozen, but forced them to brave the harsh and accosting weather conditions. But, as most children did, he failed to see that life could have been better. Like most, he just took it for what it had to offer, and learned to enjoy the mountainous region with skiing, and icefishing. But as the summer ended on his fifteenth year, dreams of Na pi came to him while he slept under the stars, bringing images of him growing in size, to heights that towered over the Chippelay trees, but then he'd shrink to where he could house himself beneath the knots of the tree roots. The images were as consistent as his ever changing height; he'd be two heads taller than his mother one day, and then eye level with his younger brothers in the next day. It was odd to be sure, and when brought forth in front of the council, it was said that Cree had blessed him with an ability.
So in the course of the next three years, Peta worked diligently on controlling this latent power, bringing himself to greater heights, to a miniature scale, only to have something go inevitably wrong with the shifting. Often times, only part of him would shift; his head would grow to the size of a melon before he could correct it. While he could accomplish being smaller on a regular basis, growing any bigger than his normal size caused issues that he couldn’t quite grasp control of. In the midst of practicing his archery, reservation life, and his shifting, Peta graduated high school, and once again Cree approached him in his dreams, informing him that he’d not be able to master his skills within the constraints of the tribe, that he’d have to find somewhere else to help him. There were people that could coax control out of him, carve the ability into something useful.
Peta researched, using a library off of the reservation for a computer, and after a strenuous search he found something like what the Old Man had whispered during the nights that he slept. He applied, and with a few scholarships and scraping money up from working off the reservation (gasp!), Peta was able to make his way to New York, leaving behind the beauty that the Western horizon contained. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Under his funloving exterior, Peta sees the world for what it is. He has a quick temper, but often fights himself internally to keep his cool. Often he's logical, but even he has his hair-brained moments. He's charismatic, animated, and is good with his hands. His personal weaknesses include pretty girls and he has a size complex to boot. Really, Peta believes that his powers were bestowed upon him by the Old Man. He has no opinions of who gave the other mutants their powers, and he’s not one to hold his ability over those who are merely human’s heads. Mutant domination? He lived in squalor… it’s not likely for him to think so haughtily on such matters. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → botany, girls, white water rafting, hunting. xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Anything school related xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Size Shifter ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → Size shifting the ability to use psionic power to increase/decrease one’s size at will. Sometimes the user can only become larger (called Growing, Enlargement or Magnification) or only become smaller (called Shrinking, Diminution or Miniaturization) and then go back to normal size. However, it is most common that one can actually choose between shrinking and growing to the desired size. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → With change of size, Aren's statistics change. When he grows in size, his strength and durability increase. When he shrinks, his stealth and agility increase. This allows him to be versatile. Aren can choose at will to increase/decrease one part of him over the rest. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → Increasing size, or multiple changes without time between them takes a toll on his endurance. Most often he is required to shrink instead of grow, so his strength goes down. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → . xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 6 xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 9 xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Red and Black xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Bow and Arrow (Master)
Survival, again. It's a harsh world out there when you are living off of the lands.
Botany. It's a common thing for the tribes to learn about the healing mechanisms of a plant, what leaves mixed and boiled aid in aches and ails, what ones can be used for topical wounds, etc. Though, he's nowhere near an expert. Basic stuff for now. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:51 pm
✖▐ ALICE GRANTxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
AFTERSHOCKxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ B i o g r a p h y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxN a m e → Alice Riley Grant xxxxxxxxxxxxC o d e n a m e → Aftershock xxxxxxxxxxxxA l i a s e s → Ali xxxxxxxxxxxxB i r t h d a y → April 15th xxxxxxxxxxxxP l a c e o f B i r t h → Chicago, Illinois xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ A p p e a r a n c e ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxG e n d e r → Female xxxxxxxxxxxxA g e → Nineteen xxxxxxxxxxxxH e i g h t → 5'6 xxxxxxxxxxxxW e i g h t → 135lbs xxxxxxxxxxxxH a i r → Blonde xxxxxxxxxxxxE y e s → Blue xxxxxxxxxxxxC o m p l e x i o n → Fair xxxxxxxxxxxxB u i l d → Toned xxxxxxxxxxxxN a t i o n a l i t y → American xxxxxxxxxxxxN o t a b l e F e a t u r e s → Tattoo on her bicep that reads: "Well it's my time coming I'm not afraid to die" xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ R e l a t i o n s h i p s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxT e a m → Omega xxxxxxxxxxxxR e l a t i v e s → Father; Unknown.
Mother; Bethany "Betsy" GrantxxxxxxxxxxxxF r i e n d s → xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e m i e s → xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ H i s t o r y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxAlice was born the only child to a woman nicknamed Betsy. Her mother was in nursing school when she hooked up with Alice's dad. One night stands don't always end well, and when Betsy discovered that she was pregnant, the only person she could turn to wanted nothing to do with a baby. He was clinging desperately to the party lifestyle, and he was fifteen years older. Betsy struggled through nursing school and graduated before giving birth to her daughter. The early years were rough for the two of them as her mother worked to pay off a mountain of student loans, this meant that they went without a lot of things. Christmas didn't have the same grandeur as the other kid's she knew. When those kids were bringing shiny, special toys from Santa to school, Alice had little to bring for comparison.
Even when the loans were paid and Betsy was able to afford a better apartment, on her own, and provide for her daughter like never before, she still worked the same excruciating hours that left Alice in the hands of the various women in her apartment complex. Some were nice enough, others not so much. But no matter where she seemed to move to while her mom was at work, they always seemed to tune in to the same news programs about mutants, and fighting. Always with fighting. Some were in fear, some were angry and hateful, others were sympathetic. But Alice was intrigued. It was like magic, some of the things these mutants could do. And in her boring, black and white life, she wanted to do something extraordinary.
The years went on rather blandly, school, work, babysitters, television... lather, rinse, repeat. When she was finally old enough to fend for herself while her mother was working, she revelled in looking up anything and everything about mutants. Where did they come from? Were they aliens? Were they just people that possessed extraordinary abilities? The more she learned, the deeper her quest for knowledge lead her. She learned about Magneto, and Professor Charles Xavier. She learned about their fights, their lives. In her mind, they became her friends. Her imagination brought them into her living room to answer her questions about both the X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants.
When puberty seemed to come into full swing, she remembers the headaches. That's where it started. She was tired a lot, and everything seemed to set her on edge. She was teetering on the fence of her emotions all the time, making people walk on eggshells around her. Her grades began to fail, it was harder and harder for her to focus. Little things would send her into a fury, like the way people snap their gum, or the drumming of a pencil on a desk. What was wrong with her? Was it supposed to be like this? Were people looking at her? Talking about her? Did they know about her obsession? Was she a freak to them? A human who was infatuated with mutantkind?
As irrational as this all sounded, it wasn't entirely false? Middle school brings a lot of things into the lives of a child, including harsh bullying and insecurities. This wasn't any different for Alice. Kids knew that she never met her dad, and they would prod at it. Make fun of her. Say harsh things, especially if she cried. So she stopped crying, she tried to not feel anything all together. But it never seemed to work. Day after day she would lock herself in her room until her mother came home. She wouldn't tell. She would just eat and go back into her own cave. She told her imaginary versions of Magneto and the Professor about her problems, and listen to their sides. The Professor always tried to teach her about understanding and logic and tolerance. Magneto always wanted her to push back. To fight. To do anything within her power to make them pay for their ignorance.
She did neither. She suffered in silence, tightly winding slowly until she was bound to snap. And she did. In the hallways after school, she was at her locker, gathering her things to leave and just as she reached in to grab a book, the door was slammed shut on her hand. Pain bloomed through her body, throbbing. She held her hand to her chest as her eyes locked onto the assailant. It was a boy, taller than her. He was a regular at torturing her, and he seemed to enjoy it. "What's the matter? Gonna go home and cry to your daddy? Oh wait... I forgot. He doesn't give a s**t about you." A shove from the boy sent her into the lockers, tears springing to her eyes as she bowed her head in submission while the verbal onslaught continued. You don't matter. Loser. Freak. Bet your mom is just a whore that'll give it to anyone. Maybe I should call her some time... Over and over again the taunts filled her brain, but above it. She heard a voice. In her own head this time, louder than the one that belonged to the boy. Push back, it repeated over and over, getting louder and louder until she couldn't take it.
She screamed, shoving her hands into the chest of her bully as hard as she could. Within the blink of an eye, the boy shot across the hallway and into the lockers, crushing them around his body from the impact. The shock wave that followed sent her own back into the lockers with much less force. The waves carried down the hallways, ripping up ceiling panels, damaging lights, and tearing up the lacquered floors like it was an earthquake.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Her bully was dead and she was a killer. Accident or not, she couldn't explain this. How could she? Who in her life would understand? She was scared, terrified actually, but also liberated. She had this power that she had only dreamed of having. She suffered years of torture until this final moment. She didn't have to be afraid anymore, of anyone. No one could stop her.
She walked out of her old life with her head held high as she went to the only place she knew she would be safe with little more than clothing on her back and a few trinkets from home. She never told her mother where she was going. She couldn't bring herself to explain what was happening to her. She took what little savings she had for a bus ticket to New York. Within two weeks of the incident, she was knocking on the door of Xavier's School of Gifted Youngsters. The rest... is history in the making.
xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P e r s o n a l i t y ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s p o s i t i o n → Alice is an atom bomb with a short fuse. She would rather swing first and ask questions later. Her general 'Destroy Everything and Anything' personality makes her hard to tie down. She'll speak her mind and say whatever she wants, no matter how people will take it. Her morals are muddled and she regrets nothing. xxxxxxxxxxxxL i k e s → Cinnamon, Natural Disasters, Birds, Mutants, History, Working Out xxxxxxxxxxxxD i s l i k e s → Math, Fish, the Smell of Smoke, Oranges, Humans xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Despite being bullied her entire life, she seems to have turned into a bit of a bully herself. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M u t a t i o n: Seismic Energy Manipulation ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxD e f i n i t i o n → The ability to create and focus seismic energy waves with her hands or feet, allowing her to shatter objects, create shockwaves upon impact, or cause earth tremors. xxxxxxxxxxxxS t r e n g t h s → Her abilities are always in play, allowing her to use them anytime she hits something with force. xxxxxxxxxxxxW e a k n e s s e s → She's not invincible. And it does hurt her if you hit her. Her emotions will amplify her abilities, making them out of control. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r → Because her abilities are always active, she can cause quite a bit of damage unintentionally. An example would be if she were to jump off something onto the floor, she could damage the floor or go right through it. xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ P o w e r G r i d ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxI n t e l l i g e n c e → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxP h y s i c a l S t r e n g t h → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxS p e e d → 4 xxxxxxxxxxxxA g i l i t y → 3 xxxxxxxxxxxxD u r a b i l i t y → 5 xxxxxxxxxxxxE n e r g y → 6 xxxxxxxxxxxxP o w e r M a s t e r y → 5 xxxxxxx▃▃ ✖ ▐ M i s c e l l a n e o u s ↓ ▃▃▃▃▃▃ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ xxxxxxxxxxxxU n i f o r m → Black compression style leggings with black combat boots, red loose fit t-shirt and a black sports bra with a red X on the center, black fingerless gloves. xxxxxxxxxxxxE q u i p m e n t → N/A xxxxxxxxxxxxN o n - m u t a n t R e l a t ed A b i l i t i es → Trained hand-to-hand combat. xxxxxxxxxxxxO t h e r →
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