MUTANT: Rio Walker

[Rio Walker]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] RIO WALKER. TWENTY ✖ FEMALE ✖ HETEROSEXUAL ✖ MUTANT ✖Power/Ability Weather manipulation. Can be broken down into air manipulation (wind, tornadoes, sand storms, etc.), water manipulation (rain, snow, ice, fog, clouds, hurricanes, etc.), electricity manipulation (lightning, static electricity, magnetism, etc.), thermal manipulation (cold, hot), and a certain amount of geologic manipulation (rocks, minerals, volcanoes). Her influence extends to geologic forces as a whole. It should be noted that her emotions do not influence the weather; it doesn't rain when she cries or brighten with sunshine when she smiles. Rather, the more emotional she gets, the less control she has over her power, and it finds undesirable outlets for her frustration. ✖ Personality She's quiet and clever. She's very independent, used to being on her own and taking care of matters herself. It's not the loud "I Am Independent, Hear Me Roar" sort of way that some of the freshman university students have, but a quieter, matter-of-fact self-confidence that carries her through every situation. She knows herself and her abilities very well. She knows what she can do and what she can't do. She's an introspective young woman who spends a lot of time thinking about things. She considers all angles of a problem and seeks information from all sources before coming to a decision and course of action. She's analytical and logical, but not in a mechanical sense. Her manner is more organic, adaptable and versatile. She is cooly curious of her surroundings, observant of their subtleties and inquisitive of their nature. Her impromptu non-sequiturs and disavowal of many social pleasantries (particularly small talk) are perplexing at first, but her cooly spoken words in their frank tone and blunt phrasing belie an easygoing affability that lies close to her bones. She becomes headstrong and haughty when others think to dictate her actions without due cause. She is always willing to lend an ear to advice, but she will make the final decision and will not be held accountable to anyone. She loses her temper on matters of control, when others attempt to control her or when she feels trapped, lacking control. In her frustration, the control she has over her powers frays, and incidents can occurr. Breezes pick up, blow a little stronger. Static electricity gathers in her hair, growing to sparks of lightning that play along her skin. Anyone thinking to put a comforting (or patronizing) hand on her shoulder at this time is in for a bit of a shock. When she realizes (or it's pointed out) that she's sprouting lightning, she's quick to take a few deep breaths and bring it back under control. She is aware that it is rather flashy, and makes people nervous. ✖ History In retrospect, Rio was fortunate to grow up in the middle of nowhere. After three years in the city, a time of which Rio preserves only hazy memories, her parents decided they disliked the fast-paced monochrome city life and relocated their small family to the countryside. The fields would stretch for acres, homesteads miles apart and linked by dirt roads. Rio's mother required only an internet connection to do her work, and Rio's father managed a wind farm, so they settled in happily. Rather solitary by nature, Rio was perfectly content to wander about on her own during the day, bringing her homeschool assignments along to complete in the rugged treehouse her father had hammered together for her in a sturdy oak tree on the edge of the wood. She did not miss the company of other children. The children of the relatives who sometimes came to visit were very bad at climbing trees and finding their way through corn fields and complained about everything. They also thought she was odd. Not because she was a "country girl," but because she did not fit the image of the country girl that they saw on television. Rio told them they were stupid and began to ignore them. They remained inside with air-conditioning and electricity to play on their handheld video games. When Rio was about thirteen, there had been no wind for almost sixty days. Her father was getting anxious about getting behind in the amount of electricity that needed to be produced by the wind farm. They needed it to power their home and to sell for profit. As she was out surveying the wind turbines with her father, something happened Rio, and subsequently the turbines. She really wanted the turbines to move. She really wanted there to be wind. There was probably wind nearby, she was fairly certain there was some wind off to the east, probably caught up in a tornado or something, if it could just be brought this way. Rio really wanted that wind to come over here. Really wanted it. She somehow felt like there was a fishing line reaching out to the eastern horizon, and she gave it a tug. She could feel it shift, and tugged harder. As her father tinkered with one of the turbines, Rio stood straight on the rise, frowning at the eastern horizon. Slowly, the wind turbines began to turn. The spindle of wind that had been twisted up into a tornado was unwound and drawn in a steady stream over the plains to where their conductor Rio bid them to surge across the field of wind turbines. Her father was jubilant, and said the winds must have turned. She agreed, but privately thought that she'd had a hand in it, however absurd that sounded. The impetus to seek out solitude for idle exploration of the countryside was now devoted to secret experimentation. Keeping a completely open mind, she tried her influence on anything she came across, and was thus able to define the limits of her newly discovered powers. Wind and water (with temperature as a by-product) and to a certain extent electricity (in the form of lightning) and earth. She never told her parents. A few times, as experiments, she might make some small display to gauge her parents' reactions. Causing it to rain spontaneously when her mother bemoaned her wilting lilies. Returning a blown-away hat to her father's head by the same breeze that took it away. They gave her funny looks with the barest growing seed of alarm in their eyes, which told Rio all she needed to know. These things she could do were not to be discussed. She halted the experiments with her parents (not her usual ones though, those continued as exercises in ability and control, which entertained her and made her feel accomplished). They were only reminded that there was something off about her when she lost control, which happened rarely but did occurr. All teenagers had problems with their parents, and when she became upset, lightning had a tendency to strike elsewhere than the lightning rod set on top of the house. Like the fence post, but that needed to be replaced anyway. It was in this way that the knowledge gradually sunk in to her parents that something was different about Rio, in ways that ought not to be brought to light for fear of unwanted attention. It was never decided upon in blunt terms of speaking aloud, but the decision was a conscious one made by all parties. A pact of silence in a very nuclear family. So that when Rio left home, her mother told her very seriously to take care of herself and to be careful, with a look in her eyes that said Rio knew exactly what she meant. She'd had no intention to stay in the country forever, although it was where she grew up. When she completed the high school equivilency exam, she applied to universities and was accepted at one in the city. There were of course none out in the country. So at nineteen, she left her home and moved to the city. She'd taken weekend trips with her parents over the years, when they needed to purchase items that couldn't be found out in the country, so she wasn't completely unfamiliar with it. But now that she was living here, she quickly learned that she would have to make concessions. It was not quite as convenient to fly, for example. She'd grown to love flying, manipulating the air currents to bear her weight and carry her through the sky above the empty plains. There was no one to see her, there. Now there were a million city-dwellers walking the streets who at any moment might look up. It was too risky. She could only take the chance on the darkest of nights or in the middle of huge thunderstorms. But then she'd have other problems to contend with, like the winds and rain that lashed at her and the lightning that distracted her with its brilliance, striking her again and again as she drank in the light and energy. Thunderstorms were the best. They always weakened by the time they got to the city, which was a shame. They got snarled over the skyscrapers like wool over a comb, losing much of their ferocity. Pity. Yes, city life took some getting used to. But she settled in to her studio apartment and her meteorology studies at university, deepening her understanding of meteorological phenomena and thus strengthening her control and her power. After her first year of living in the city and twentieth birthday passed, she began to notice some things happening in this city. She heard whispers on the wind. Other people who could do unexplainable things. Some of them children, too young to understand the need for discretion. The whispers would stop when the child vanished, cut short with the clean swipe of a blade pressed to a vulnerable neck as the city swallowed its secrets. Rio's curiosity was piqued. Very quietly, very carefully, she began to follow up on leads of others that might be different. She knew she was powerful and was confident in her abilities, she felt capable of taking on this self-granted side job. She'd had the advantage of an empty countryside to hone her prowess, while those in the city had no such opportunities to develop their skills. Their inexperience and ineptitude left them open to discovery and exposure. If they continued to be picked off one by one, they had no chance against their unseen antagonist that lurked in the shadows of national foundations. She began to think of she and others like her as "we" and those who would harm them as "they." She was confident that she could protect those who needed it with her own powers, as strong as they are, but she may have bitten off more than she can chew, and at the very least cannot do this alone. ✖ Example Someone was tugging Greiher's wrist and there was a pair of nicely-shod feet standing near his own bare toes. He could tell, because he was cradling his head and staring down at the floor. He tilted his head up to catch Dia's unspoken words. "Not the swill from last night then, I hope..." He muttered. He wanted a proper non-alcoholic drink. He would murder for chilled twilsey. The barkeep would have a hernia for laughing, but Greiher did not give a horse's arse. "I'm coming, I'm coming..." He fished around for stockings and boots, finding them eventually and shoving his large, narrow feet into the much-abused footwear. He lurched to his feet and swung his arms over his head to stretch out the muscles, groaning a bit. He rubbed his shoulder and tilted his head from side to side to stretch the neck muscles. Everything in working order. "Don't worry, I'm good for it," he said, referring to his ability to pay. "Let's leave the others behind though, they'd take months to get up." He could bring them back a couple of munchables, if he felt like it. If not, too bad. If Seanan and Petra were hungover enough to be sleeping that much, then they wouldn't be interested in food anyway. Greiher would be glad to be out of the flat for that part. The tall, loping blond waited until they were outside and walking down the street before asking if Dia had somewhere in mind. He laughed at himself inwardly, strolling along any old street before he even knew where they were going. That was just his way, though. He was quite content to follow Dia to whatever sort of place they might end up. Greiher was certainly not picky, and liked foreign cuisine as well as simple home fare alike. He usually just went with whatever the others preferred, as was also his way, lazily carefree man that he was. This character is played by Nello.

[✖ ARGENT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] ACCEPTED! At first I was a little worried about the weather manipulation because I know that can be easily abused but you seem like you have it controlled enough to where it can't be too godlike :] I really enjoy this character though and since she is aware of other mutants and wants to help, I think her and Daisuke should definitely plot :] So yes, make your claims and you'll be ready to start X3