Post by Hadley Stark on Jul 11, 2012 7:31:03 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] HADLEY STARK.  NINETEEN ✖ FEMALE ✖ HETEROSEXUAL ✖ MUTANTS ✖Power/Ability Path-finding: |
To be able to “track” something or someone Hadley must have a clear image of what she is supposed to be finding. Either she must have previously physically seen that somebody or item or have a detailed photograph at hand. However maps or satellite cameras aren’t necessary. Hadley’s ability does not work at finding the dead or anyone who is physically not on earth, e.g. she cannot track those in space, those who are astral-projecting, those who are in the process of travelling through different physical planes such as through shadows or water, etc. She also must be conscious to be able to path-find, so she cannot locate people in her sleep or should she be rendered unconscious.[/blockquote]
✖ Personality
✖ History
Hadley’s childhood was far from ordinary, to say the least.
She spent the first fourteen years of her life isolated. Restricted to an old farm-house, hidden among hard-to-reach valleys with the nearest source of civilisation being two-days away via reliable car. If there were any neighbours Hadley had never seen them. She had no aunts, uncles, grandparents or cousins. And the mother that she might possibly have had was never spoken of, leading Hadley to assume that she must have either died during Hadley’s birth or shortly after. For Hadley, they were only her slightly older twin-brother and her absent father who Hadley only saw for an entire week every two or three months, otherwise he communicated daily with her via phone or computer for three hours. Only to home-school his children, never asking how they were coping. Hadley was forced to be self-efficient. The farm’s electricity was provided by a generator, their clothes were either presented to them by their father when he visited them or they had to make their own. They grew their own vegetables and fruits, raised their own livestock, mostly for eggs and dairy but, occasionally, they killed for meat too. All Hadley had was her brother, and the two lived as if only they existed within their small sheltered world to the point where it often felt to Hadley as if her brother knew her own thought, as if they were his.
Not long after the twins had turned fourteen, Hadley’s father returned to their farm-house after three months of virtually no contact with his children. He was moody and unapproachable but Hadley’s brother managed to convince him to speak a little, revealing that the “company” that he worked for – for he was a high-achieving scientist who specialised in biological sciences – had lost one of their “patients.” Hadley, who had always just had an instinctive knowledge where both her brother and father were during any point of the day for as long as she could remember but had never really questioned that knowledge and shrugged it off as “intuition”, knew that her father spent the majority of his time with white-coat wearing individuals, performing experiments and procedures on people whom had seemed strange and almost sickly to Hadley. She knew it in the same way as people imagined up odd scenarios in their heads. So when her father left a folder featuring a snapshot of a glaring young woman on the kitchen table that Hadley came across, it took only a moment for Hadley to know that that woman was hiding out in the subways of New York. And, not even thinking that it would have been wiser to keep her mouth shut, Hadley quickly told her father where he could find his “patient.” And threw herself and her brother head-first into a living hell.
There was no logical explanation as to why Hadley would have known where that woman was. Unfortunately, her father was a top scientist within the government, and his “clients” were what he and the government had called “mutants”, all held and experimented on against their will. He showed no hesitation in making an experiment out of his young adolescent daughter. And it was many months of extensive tests inflicted upon Hadley, even as she begged to go home, before it was concluded that she possessed the ability to be able to track down her own kind. And the government was more than happy to make use of Hadley for that very purpose.
For two long years Hadley was made to memorize the faces of every one of the government’s captive mutants, and had photographs of possible mutants constantly placed down before her. She was forced day and night to follow a “target’s” movements until they were captured, then the process started for somebody else, even if Hadley was rendered practically catatonic. Sometimes she was given time to recover before they made her track down somebody else. But she was rarely that lucky and it soon got to the point where she was being hooked up to tubes and machines that supplied her with blood and nutrients to replace that which she was losing through nose-bleeds and nausea or just couldn’t bring herself to eat or drink. But still she was pressured to continue to use her ability, and all the while her brother stayed by her side, for only he seemed to able to console Hadley and keep her from breaking under pressure. But eventually Hadley’s suffering became too much for him and he snapped.
Hadley’s memories of that night are vague. All that she could recall was her twin unhooking her from those awful machines and hastily helping her to dress before leading her from her room, which had become a prison for Hadley. The government agents and scientists that tried to stop them fell to their knees, writhing in pain before falling still or seemed to suddenly collapse into unconsciousness as soon as Hadley’s twin met their gaze. As they moved, her brother told Hadley that he was helping her to escape and that once she outside she had to make sure that nobody heard of her or found her again. It was the soft apology that he whispered to her that made Hadley realize that her twin intended for her to escape on her own. Emotional and angry Hadley tried to argue but as soon as her eyes met her twin’s gaze things went black and after a moment she found herself standing alone at night at a gas-station beside an unfamiliar high-way with no memory of how she had gotten there. And no sign of her brother either.
Her twin was also a mutant. Alike a telepath, only he didn’t listen to thoughts. Instead he inserted his own, flooding another’s mind with his own consciousness to inflict pain, memory-loss, a lack of consciousness and even a catatonic or vegetative state. It was called “Psionic Blast.” Hadley didn’t blame her twin for keeping his own ability a secret, even from her. It only meant that he had been smarter than she had been.
Three years have passed since then and Hadley’s on the run, her ability helps her to keep a step ahead of the government. She’s made a habit of dyeing her hair various shades of pink, and tends to steal to make a living as maintaining a job for long without attracting the government’s attention is a trick that she hasn’t mastered yet. Hadley intends to free and reunite with her brother; it’s what keeps her going. But to do so, she’s come to realize, she needs to find other mutants who would be willing to help her. Mutants with powers better suited for fighting the government than hers is.
✖ Example
Two men were looking for her, only a street or two away. They were closing in fast. Neither of them were what Hadley would describe as “cute.” In fact, they were down-right forgettable. The type of faces and attire that easily blended in against the masses, where even if you were to stare at them for a good five minutes you still wouldn’t be able to accurately recall their eye-colour the ten minutes after that. Perfect material for Government Dogs.
Marko …
… Polo
Sky-blue heavily-lashed eyes blinked, forcing Hadley back to reality. Aware that she was standing at the front of a check-out line in the town’s local Wal-Mart, a line of people stood loudly complaining behind her whilst behind the cash register glared an older girl who looked, at least in Hadley’s opinion she did, as if she was the awkward offspring between Willy Wonka and one of his nameless oompa-loompas. Her fake tan was not fooling anybody. ”Did you not hear me? I said fourteen-fifty. God, the shit that you freaks are smoking these days …”
Hadley returned the girl’s panda-eyed stink-eye with one of her own. Though Hadley was only a few months away from turning twenty the two years that she had spent playing a life-like version of Operation with her father had negatively affected her physical development. Petite at best, Hadley easily looked sixteen but was occasionally thought of as seventeen on rare occasions. It wasn’t something that she enjoyed being reminded of. Witty banter danced on the tip of Hadley’s tongue, as did the need to point out the traces of lipstick that stained the other girl’s teeth, but time was not in Hadley’s favour.
So she settled for abandoning her plastic bags of sugar-laced groceries and headed for the electronic doors, ignoring the verbal abuse that her actions received, except for the one-fingered salute that she offered the check-out girl.
Three years of living as a fugitive had taught Hadley a few skills. One was to only own what could be described as “the bare essentials” and that “the bare essentials” needed to be able to fit into one large backpack at all times. Another was to always keep that large backpack on her. So Hadley didn’t have to worry about returning to the flea-bitten motel room that she had been staying in for the past week for any belongings, instead she hailed down a cab. “How much is it going to cost me to convince you to drive me to the nearest state boarder?”
“More than you have on you, sweetheart.”
Scowling, Hadley drew out a small rolled-up wad of a hundred dollar notes, pulled out two and handed them out to the driver. ”Just take me as far as you can then,” she said as she threw her backpack down across the seat beside her and closed the taxi door, and, apparently satisfied, the driver obliged. Turning to peer out the back window, pale blue eyes watched two suited but rather bland-looking men enter the Wal-Mart that she had just left, hand hidden in the inner pockets of their jackets.
Marco …
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This character is played by [Ghost].
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