Post by Leann Lacey on Jul 12, 2012 23:14:20 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] LEANN DAHLONEGA LACEY    SEVENTEEN ✖ FEMALE ✖ BICURIOUS✖ MUTANT ✖Power/Ability In short, Leean’s ability is the generation and manipulation of electricity. (For whatever reason, her generated electricity always appears to have a green tinge to it.) In reality, it may currently be more accurate to say that while she may generate electricity, it is electricity – both generated and “natural” – that manipulates her. Generally speaking, once she is truly able to control “herself”, she will be a very powerful individual, as may be surmised by the brief descriptions of various ‘currently experienced’ manifestations listed below: |
Lightning Rod –[/u] Passive. An unfortunate side effect of Leann’s power that evades explanation. For whatever reason, once her powers first manifested, whenever a thunder (or dry heat lightning) storm occurs, the lightning tends to seek Leann out. This is why she is astrapophobic, despite controlling electricity. Although she may one day become appreciative of a natural ‘energy source’, her current self is terrified that any given storm can result in she, herself, or those she is with being struck by an angry bolt of lightning from the sky. Because of this, she runs from storms and her house, in the suburbs, is easily identifiable: it has 2 lightning rods attached to the roof, and all five trees in the yard are merely charred remains – unfortunate victims of Mother Nature’s Leann-seeking bolts.
Sparkstrike – [/u] The most basic manifestation of her power, the Sparkstrike is rather self-explanatory. Leann is able to electrically charge any part of her body (including her hair) or anything in her physical possession and then discharge this electricity into anything she touches/strikes. While she is currently not super proficient with the control of this aspect of her power, it is the one that has come most naturally. Still, there will be times where she attempts an attack and produces only something as annoying as a static shock. And speaking of static shocks… those that are around her constantly will find that she has a supremely bad habit of static shocking them without meaning to, and accidentally discharging electricity into electrical appliances.
Arc Lightning – [/u] The expected projectile form of her power, made popular in the great majority of fantasy-style RPGs over the years. Although Leann should, eventually, be able to be highly selective with her lightning bolts, the current manifestation is all sorts of random. She is not very proficient with this skill, and (at start) somewhere in the range of 50% of attempts will produce no bolt at all. When a bolt is produced, the target it strikes (intended target, object behind the target if the target happens to dodge, ect.) is only one concern – Arc Lightning is named as such for a reason; it arcs from the first target to a random number of other targets once it has landed (within about a 10 foot radius.) Although Leann has control over selecting an initial target, once let loose, her lightning bolt decides where it goes, without any input of her own. This can make her ranged projectiles a serious hindrance to any allies she may have, especially those that are more melee oriented. Eventually, she will be able to concentrate a bolt on a single target or choose to allow it to arc on a group she has targeted when she recognizes that allies are out of range. She will not, however, ever be able to choose where the lightning actually arcs. That will forever be random. (Example: Target a group of three, bolt tossed, bolt strikes first target… then arcs over to the lamp post nearby instead of hitting either of the other two targets.)
Plasma Dome –[/u] Note: this is the only described manifestation that Leann has not experienced prior to her appearance on the boards. Plasma Dome is also a fairly descriptive name – in essence, Leanna creates a dome of pure electricity around her, that has the benefit of keeping energy/elemental based projectiles out and, depending on the power, may also vaporize more standard ballistic projectiles. Additionally, there are few that would be willing to walk through a wall of electricity, so it is helpful against melee based attackers, so long as she is able to create enough space to ‘put the dome up.’ Although the size of the dome will eventually vary, the first manifestation will show that the standard space within the dome is large enough to safely conceal Leann and up to 2 other ‘normal’ sized adult individuals with little risk. It should be noted that prolonged use of the dome is extremely taxing – at start, she can hold it for a scant 20 seconds and, at theoretical maximum power, she would only be able to hold it for 3 minutes before requiring rest. (Holding it this long would also not allow her to use any of her powers except her “Crisis” powers listed below.)
Crisis: Luminaire – [/u] ”I can’t control it!” The first of two manifestations of the full instantaneous release of Leann’s powers while under severe stress. Luminaire is named because of the brightness associated with it… and the name does little to explain the horrific damage caused by it. Simply put, it is the full, external release of the entirety of the electrical charge held/built up within Leann at that specific time. The actual scope and range of the “illuminating destructive sphere” that erupts from her form is indeterminate, but the singular occurrence of this manifestation literally ate away half of the yacht that Leann and her mother were on at the time… and it is directly responsible for the vegetative, coma-like state that Leann’s mother (and two others) currently exist in. It is, specifically, an electric sphere that bursts from Leann’s form, with no care for objects or individuals in its path of destruction. Extremely destructive, it comes with a major fault – the expulsion of such energy knocks Leann unconscious, and she does not recover quickly, without application of an external electric current. (See History.)
Crisis: Astra Incarnate – [/u] The second of the two manifestations of the full instantaneous release of Leann’s powers while under severe stress. Unlike Crisis: Luminaire, there is no widespread immediate destruction associated with Crisis: Astra Incarnate. Instead of an external blast, all of the released electricity instead turns inward, temporarily transforming Leann’s physical form into pure (albeit humanoid in general form) electricity. In this form, her speed is fantastically increased, and she is, literally, a living version of her power. This manifestation is short lived: 30 seconds at first appearance – although maximum duration at full potential is indeterminate. Yet, a 30 second duration is more than enough time for Leann to put a significant distance between herself and her attackers – as fast escape is the only thing she has currently used this form for. (True enough, it has yet to occur to her to use it offensively… but she’s pure electricity… so…) Especially useful is the ability for her to travel along anything that conducts electricity (i.e. powerlines, as shown in her writing example below.) It should be noted that, eventually, the two Crisis manifestations may be merged together – beginning with Luminaire and transitioning into Astra Incarnate – very reminiscent of the Ultimate Marvel vs. Capcom 3 “awakening” of Dark Phoenix – but such a combination is a long ways away in terms of Leann’s control.
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✖ Personality
Leann, before her “awakening”, was a high school “Princess”, but not the kind one would associate with snobbish elitism. She was perky, cheerful, energetic, and caring – always with a quick word of encouragement to anyone in her vicinity that might have looked a shade of blue and, despite not being an exceptional student, always willing to help or to find help for those in need of academic assistance. She was outgoing and popular and, truly, not for any real superficial reasons. That all changed with the “awakening” – the event that left Leann effectively orphaned. Following this event, she has withdrawn from all extracurricular activities, and seems to run from everyone that tries to approach her. She is quiet, depressed, prone to silent tears, and obviously uncomfortable in any confrontation and interaction. The school, at large, attests this to something akin to “post traumatic stress disorder”, but teenagers are mean, and rumors varying from crazy to elitist to the dreaded (and true) whispers that she’s actually a “mutant” constantly whisper their way through the hallways and through the city. Leann, once confident and engaging, is hesitant now – extremely cautious and guarded, fearing the reprisal that the confirmation of the “monster” she is can bring. Those sympathetic to her situation (and not knowing about her powers, since those are still secret at start) have taken to calling her the “Wind Breaker”, as she has employed roller blades to promptly run from anyone trying to get close to her. Extra note: friends always referred to her as “Lee”; member of her sports teams called her “Lace” because of her last name. She answers to both, routinely.
✖ History
Leann Dahlonega Lacey - a girl with a silly, family bound middle name, but with a story that could be called a microcosm of the American Dream. Her mother, Emily, was a victim of circumstance and a poor decision – a one night stand without protection that left her pregnant and without a certainty to who the father was. Emily, herself, held a strong enough job at a local bank, that, single or not, she could afford her own house, but she was not fully prepared for life as a single mother. She contemplated aborting... but was fantastically rewarded for not taking those steps.
Leann was everything a parent – especially a single mother – could want. She possessed a pleasant, cooperative attitude from the very beginning and, perhaps inherently recognizing her mother’s stress, sought to be helpful seemingly as soon as she was able. As soon as elementary school, Leann was the one “in charge of the house.” She kept everything clean and in proper order, even going so far as to admonish her mother for leaving stray lights or appliances on, or not putting used glasses in the dishwasher. She proved popular at school; quick to make friends and quick to excel in sports-related activities, even if her grades weren’t always top notch. She was a member of the gymnastics team, softball team, and cheerleader squad in middle school and, for the 8th grade prom was even voted “queen”, without the displeasure of a significantly jealous alternate voting block. She was just too sweet… and, sports-wise, she was just too good to argue against.
In high school, the trend continued. As a freshman, she was a star for the gymnasts, a dynamite pitcher for the softball team (and, although, not a grand hitter, she was quick enough to turn bunts into base hits notoriously), and a cheerleader that moved into vice-captainship in her sophomore year. She was a star – attractive, friendly, outgoing, and exceptional – in everything except for academics, where she was just average. By her junior year, she had two scholarships on the table (gymnastics and softball), was the going away favorite for cheerleading captain, and she was dating the star pitcher of the school’s baseball team. Everything was gorgeous – she, herself, and everything around her. And that all changed during spring break.
It was supposed to be a fun get away. Leann and her mother, a long-time coming, well saved up for mini-cruise on a decently sized yacht, with 10 other people. It was fun. Drinks, salt water swimming and fishing, and silly social interactions. But there was a small problem. One of the individuals on board took a liking to Leann, and it was not at all simply friendly. The older woman, having convinced the pink-haired girl to meet her on deck after hours, was a bit smitten with the rising starlet. Her son, a JV squad baseball player, was a freshman that year and she thought Leann would be a wonderful pairing for him – but only after the lady, herself, tried her out first. Kind words and compliments turned racy, drinks underage were pushed far more strongly than the “*giggle*we won’t tell” manner from the daylight hours, and close proximity became forceful fondling before Leann could really understand what was happening. She tried to endure, as best she could, but her attempts at deflection only courted anger from the elder woman. Eventually, the rope and the anchor itself for the yacht were introduced and, amid a myriad of unkind words and threats, said rope and anchor were brought to bear…
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…but they – or the boat, or the sleeping other occupants – were ill-prepared for the explosion that happened. Leann had always had a penchant for being “statically charged.” She had a habit of shocking people, accidentally, but it was generally passed off and explained by her sock obsession and the shaggy carpets on her mother’s living room floor. This event - this singular event – manifested electricity above and beyond anything Leann or anyone who knew her could have ever expected. It obliterated the yacht, destroying her assailant instantly and causing irreparable harm to the others aboard. With half of the boat gone, there was nothing to stop it from sinking… and sink it did. Most individuals aboard suffered some sort of damage due to abrupt inhalation of water and near-drowning conditions. Leann’s mother, and two others, suffered under the waves so long that (as of game start) they did not recover. Leann herself, unconscious after her explosion, somehow managed to float to shore with little ill-effects, being unconscious for a full 72 hours but recovering, after awakening, admirably.
But the psychological damage was done and further, self-experimentation, only proved more difficult to handle. Leann, through that assault, had discovered that electricity was what she was. She immediately regressed from social interaction – she quit her sports, vanished from student council, disappeared from any of the cliques and groups that she had frequented on campus – and she… experimented. As mentioned above, the exterior of her house is easily identifiable, but the interior looks the part of a veritable war zone – everything is scorched by lightning in some way or another except her mother’s room, which she has not entered since the “accident.” And, despite the destruction internally, this “practice” has paid off insomuch that she has managed to escape detection from “anti-mutant” agents a handful of times since her powers manifested. True, accidental manifestation has caused the suspicion each time, but, luckily, she has not yet properly been identified. Now, at school, she has become a self-imposed outcast… and she truly has no idea where to go from here.
✖ Example
”Hey, hey, sweetheart, where ya skatin’ off to? Why don’tcha stop an’ chill a minute?”
Catcalls were always the same. They had been even before that… “event”, and they hadn’t – and wouldn’t – change any time soon. It was fairly usual, really. Leann had, for some “probably” God-forsaken (as far as she was concerned) reason wanted milk. She wanted it. Not for cereal; just for a glass of chocolate milk. A touch of childhood; from a better time before. She had chocolate syrup, but she hadn’t bothered to re-stock the fridge with milk. She rarely used it, but tonight… it was just one of those things. In her mind, it would be simple: a quick skate up to the local convenience store, a few dollars spent, and a night… a night that would, at least, offer a sweet, chocolate treat before the misery of dreams. Instead, her path was blocked by a small group of delinquents. She wasn’t even halfway from home yet.
“A-ah… I’m on an errand, ya know? No time to chill. M-maybe… maybe tomorrow night?” It was really all she could offer, given the abruptness of the road block.
“Oh, that ain’t how we wanna play, cheerleader.” The most vocal of the group seemed to, at least partially, recognize her. “You’re that one, right? Cotton candy that’s gone all solemn?”
“I… dunno what yer talkin’ about.” Deny, deny, deny. Always the first defense. “I’m nobody important like that.”
“Naw!” A second individual in the group spurted out. “That’s ‘Lace’, right? Lee or somethin’s the other name. They called her ‘Lace’ cuz her last name’s like that on the softball team.”
“Wha-? Wait, for serious? This’s the bitch that cost us the state championship cuz she couldn’t fuckin’ show up?”
“H-hey! I.. you.. guys… you don’t…”
“S’what I heard, man. Ain’t no other chic on the team’s got pink hair.”
Such an unfortunate situation and, honestly, such an unfortunate choice of footwear. Running across wet grass in roller blades wasn’t going to get her anywhere quickly. For a moment, she contemplated trying to undo the laces and bolt away in her socks. Stalling, verbally, was her only immediate recourse.
“O-okay, guys… so… so, yeah. I used to play, ya know? But… but things-“
She was cut off. “Shit, dude, I heard she killed her mom!”
It only takes a straw to break a camel’s back.
“I DIDN’T! I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! DON’T SAY THAT! IT WASN’T MY FAULT!”
Silence. Unexpected outbursts sometimes have power. But that power is only temporary.
“H-holy shit, man. It IS her! I wasn’t sure, but…”
“Oh man, what a catch…”
“This… this is gonna be fun, yeah?”
Three, honestly, was not a bad number. She could, if luck held, deal with three. Even if things exceptionally failed, Leann was, at least, semi-confident she could find an escape. She just had to adjust her position, and coax them into a close group. A quick forward push of her left foot sent her sliding backwards.
“C-c-c’mon, guys… I’m, like… ya know… sorry about… that… thing, right? Uh… I couldn’t… it’s my mom, so… so…”
Her words, hesitant and unconfident, certainly did nothing to stem the forward momentum of the three thugs focused on her. Her backwards momentum, on the other hand, brought them closer. Unintentionally, they formed themselves into a wedge formation as they approached her – and this was exactly what she was hoping for.
“I, uh… I seriously think, maybe… maybe you should… uh… you should stop, ya know?”
“Stop? Why’d we wanna do that?”
“Er… it might be bad otherwise? Um… cops patrol around here, don’t they?”
“Fuck no.”
“Uh... okay… well, then…”
Wrong. All around wrong. It was all… wrong. She was wrong in assuming her assailants would stop. They were wrong when they said that cops didn’t patrol the area. There was a cop, sitting in his patrol car, right across the street at the convenience store Leann had intended to visit in the first place. The thugs were also very wrong in their assumption that Leann was an easy target.
“You… y-you totally asked for it!”
The bolt was quick. Quick… and green. It was always green, and she didn’t know why, but given the situation, she didn’t much care. The green blast of lightning erupted out from the fingertips of her left hand, splitting the air in front of her in an instant and striking the “leader” of the group of thugs directly in the forehead. Luck was, at least partially, with her – the bolt arced left, blasting the second thug in his right shoulder, then arced right, slamming into the third thug’s chest. All three went down in a heap, and the bolt arced again, leaping to a nearby street lamp. It exploded in a shower of sparks. All of this was marginally good. Her assailants were down, living – if the coughs were any indication – and she was clear to escape. Chocolate milk just wasn’t important anymore. But the sudden activation of blue lights and a siren froze her solid.
“N-no…”
Her stress level exploded.
It only took a minute. Officer Jordan Wallin, a fat, out of shape, soon-to-retire police officer on a craptastic night duty, had seen some things, in the last few minutes, that he just couldn’t explain. For one, a slender pink-haired girl had just held off a group of three ne’re-do-wells that he was sure were going to provide him with some voyeuristic wonderful entertainment for the early part of his shift. He didn’t care about protecting the innocent anymore; he was just doing his job to get out. But then it happened: green lightning. Gorgeous, unexplained, green-as-a-four-leaf-clover-on-a-Lucky-Charm’s-box lightning had shot out and obliterated the group, then turned northward and blasted out a light. That… was interesting. Interesting enough, at least, to roll over and investigate. So he did. The pink-haired girl in the green-and-white school uniform didn’t move an inch as he approached. He rolled down the window.
“You alright, miss?”
“Y-yeah, fine!” came the far too chipper response from Leann.
“You sure? Your friends, there, don’t look so good…”
“Th-they’re fine! Fine!” So defensive.
“Easy, sweetie, easy. Look, I’m just gonna get out of the car-“
“Please don’t!” Stress rising, heart rate rising, blood pressure rising – a cop getting out of his car and suspecting her was too much.
“It’s okay, missy. I just need to check-“ The car stopped and the door opened. “-on these guys in case I need to-“
“NO!” Triggered. With his gun on his visible left hip, Officer Wallin sent Leann over the edge. She couldn’t deal with the possibility of fire arms. Not after having just dealt with the situation the thugs had presented her with. She staggered backwards, leaning over and clutching at her chest. “S-STOP!”
But what was the officer to do? He had to check. It was required, even if he didn’t want to. The young girl’s outburst caused him to pause, but ultimately, he stepped out anyway.
“Look, girl, I-“
Too much. Just too much.
“AHHHHHH!”
A blast of green light blinded the officer… and when his vision finally returned, Leann was gone. Only the faint, green crackle of electricity along the adjacent power lines left any hint as to what had happened to the girl. Of course, old Officer Wallin didn’t even notice.
“What the f-… God damn it. This shit is just Goddamn stupid. To hell with it! To hell with it all!”
And… he just got in his car and left.
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This character is played by [LAZARUS].
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