[Mutant] Carly Dean

[Carly Dean]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] Carly Dean. 16 ✖ Female ✖ Lesbian ✖ Mutant ✖Power/Ability Volatile Constructs, Using particulates in the air around her palms as a base, Carly has the ability to bring together and alter the states of the various minerals and particles floating around. This infusion creates a semi-solid residue that is easily molded into different shapes, dense enough to be thrown a distance at a decent velocity, and has the unique composition of exploding after its exposed to the air for a short period of time. The consistency of this matter might be best compared to silly putty or partially dried glue. Due to its nature its unsure how long it would retain adhesion to any specific object, but due to its pliability and short life span it does adhere to most surfaces long enough to expend itself. The chemical reaction of the substance is very violent; it reacts with enough force to send a shockwave powerful enough to blow a full grown man off his feet. It also has traits that make it flash into the visible spectrum like a flare, create a loud thunderous boom, and fulfill two of the three components to make a fire (Heat and a spark.) If it were somehow to get placed on a living being it would present the potential of causing serious damage, possibly to the point of tearing limbs off by force alone. While the substance could be exponentially more powerful if more of it were placed in the same area, its chemical composition is a bit of a double edged sword. While it is powerful in small amounts the fact that it has a set time limit in the open air before it goes off means that Carly cannot create mass quantities at once. At most she could create two baseball sized handfuls using both hands separately, where the substance excels though is in Carly creating smaller ping pong sized balls in rapid succession. Using her limited time frame to create a constant barrage of explosions. ✖ Personality Some with ill intent in their hearts might introduce Carly as callous, the perfect archetype of an ice queen bitch with no feeling or soul of her own. These same people might also be a little bit intimidated by the demeanor that they themselves have hung around her shoulders. After all she wears it quite well with a constant quiet and stern gaze that seems to size up anyone she looks at. Her face might appear neutral at most times but under the surface there is a deep intelligence shining just under the surface of her face, certain enterprising naysayers might go so far as to call it sinister. As is often the case though with introverted people, Carly’s given persona is in no way similar to her actual inner workings. Most people seem to apply the qualifier of shy to introverted people, and that is not the case with Carly. In fact she might even go so far as to classify herself over confident, she doesn’t stand around and boast her skills but she does constantly bite off more than she can do. Carly is quiet only because she doesn’t see the point in wasting words, if she’s pushed into conversation she doesn’t recede away from it, she handles it curtly and efficiently, striving to be on the nose as humanly possible. The reason that most people seem to think that she’s an ice queen has to do to the fact that Carly is inherently a predatory person. When she finds something she wants, she goes out of her way to make it hers, no matter the consequences that might surround her decision. That’s not to say that she seeks to ruin peoples lives or make them hate her, she doesn’t necessarily want to hurt anybody, however she also cites the merit that if they are making a point to get in her way she will not hesitate to push. Carly however is generally a pretty loyal and code driven person, she does not actively seek conflict, she stays close to the ones that she considers friends and family, and she protects her interests with a quiet zeal that can’t often be quantified by those who observe her. ✖ History Spoiled little rich kid. Carly likes to think that she’s led a pretty average life, though many of her friends like to claim that she’s had a silver spoon in her mouth from birth. Her father works for an international finance conglomerate as an overseas acquisition specialist, and her mother is a botanist who spends most of her time at a local lab. Sure she had everything she could ever want, she went to the best schools, she wore the best clothes, and ate the best foods. When she wasn’t at school her days were filled with various character building activities, as a young child she learned to play the violin, draw in perspective, read higher level literature, and generally other things that anyone in their right mind would consider boring. She had a personal fitness instructor, a nutritionist, all the things to make a healthy child want to break through the front door of a McDonalds and start holy hell for whatever fatty food she could find. It didn’t take long for the ‘charmed’ girl to start to grow sick and tired of the way her life had been up until that point. But she couldn’t really imagine that anybody had it any better, she didn’t have pauper aspirations or anything stupid like that. Instead like the calm and collected headstrong woman her parents had indoctrinated her to become she consciously decided one day that she was no longer going to attend any of her lessons, she was no longer going to listen to people telling her how to live her life. In short turn she brought the idea to her parents, logically, calmly stating to them that she was too old and too smart not to take control of her own life. This was to be a major developmental turn in Carly’s life, this was the point that she noted that she was more predatory than most children her age. Presented with such a calm and logical argument her parents had no choice but to allow her her personal freedoms. In short turn Carly did all the things that she wanted to do, this wasn’t an attempt to cut loose. Rather she approached it as someone of her personality type would approach a math problem, she experimented and poked and prodded at activities until she figured out if that was something that she wanted to do or not. When she was fourteen she explored her sexulaity in much the same way, getting involved with a girl for a short while and breaking her heart nearly days afterward. Even though she identified as a lesbian she had to approach the situation from both sides of the fence to be sure. This of course had ramifications in her school life, not only marking her as a homosexual but marking her as an ice cold bitch as well. While she didn’t respond to it she inwardly felt all the slings and arrows that were lashed at her, even if she did partially deserve it for carelessly breaking a girls heart. Carly decided that if she was going to continue in such a way she would need to live by a code, so over time she started to come up with a set of ethics to live by. That of course all turned on ear by the time she was well into her sixteenth year, when she learned that she was one of the rumored ‘mutants’ that had been a running joke on the internet some years ago. Suddenly all the pleas of the man on the internet held credence and Carly got scared. She knew that it would hurt her family and friends but she decided that staying in one place for very long was probably not something that was prudent to a mutant. So she started journeying to find a place to call home, free from the perceived persecution. ✖ Example (From another Roleplay) “All of the money… And this lighter!” The man with the gun grabbed a lighter that was on display near the register and slammed it down on the counter. For her part the woman behind the register looked a lot more composed than Andrea did as she opened the register, there was clearly fear in her eyes from having a gun pointed in her face but she had very little hesitation in doing what the man demanded. In her mind it was a complete contrast to the way Andrea felt, fear forcing her to watch the scene from her place on the floor with a wide eyed terror that she was going to die if she even let out a breath. She felt absolutely paralyzed, her mind was moving at a mile a second but she couldn’t even bring herself to wiggle a finger. The man with the gun had instilled an absolute terror into her that she had never felt before, she had lived in this small town all her life and the local criminal element had always been reduced to a couple of the wannabe punks in town trying to graffiti the side of the school. There were of course people with guns around town, and she herself had been out to shoot coyotes on the edge of her home, but no one had ever shot another person before. She found herself wishing her brother was here, he at least was in the Navy, he knew how to handle himself in these types of situations and he probably would have had this guy down on the ground the second that he had pulled out his gun. “Don’t follow me and don’t call the cops!” The man demanded as he hefted the bag with the money inside of it, putting his gun in his pocket and running outside. The bell on the top of the door seemed to hit a chord inside of Andrea and she found herself cursing her cowardice. Over and over again she was chiding herself for being a scared little girl in the presence of one guy with a gun, she hadn’t even blinked when she had to clean out the stalls of a dairy, she faced down a bull, shot coyotes out in the wilderness in the middle of the night and some guy with a gun brought her to a shivering wreck. All of this internal strife seemed to be bringing her pushing against her fear, eventually it started to heat her up until she was on fire with rage, not at the guy but at herself. Before she knew it Andrea was on her feet, she heard the woman behind the counter say something to her but it was completely drowned out by the fuming rage that she was feeling. Andrea was acting completely on instinct, an animalistic sort of fury that sent her bolting out the door the man had gone through just prievously. Once she was out in the parking lot she saw him, struggling to get into his car, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to cover the distance between them before he got in his car and sped away. Almost like a sign from god she suddenly had a rock in her hand, it was smooth and felt right in the palm of her hand. She wasn’t really sure how it had gotten there, all the details were fuzzy, but she knew that rock was there for a reason, and she intended to use it. Gripping it felt just as good as just holding it in her hand, all her muscles tensed and contracted as she craned her arm back above her head. Then as if she was a rubber band snapping everything was suddenly set into motion and she hucked the rock in the direction of the man aiming for his head, it was at that point that the rage completely consumed her and she broke down and was once again on the ground. “Hey! Andrea are you okay?” There was a hand on her shoulder, Andrea’s rage suddenly subsided into a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach and she looked up to see the cashier. “Huh? What happened?” “What happened?!” The cashier scoffed. “Honey you just wanged a rock right into that guy’s head! It was amazing, the rock flew through the air like a plane, he was halfway down the street before it turned down the street itself and smashed through his back window right into the back of his fat head.” “The rock… Turned?” Andrea shook her head and turned her attention to the street, suddenly aware that the car on the corner of the streets horn was honking ceaselessly. It took a moment for her to see the man inside his head slumped against the steering wheel of his own car, a fat welt on the back of his head clearly visible through the windows. “I did that?” Andrea asked. “I saw the whole thing hun and I’m still not sure what happened. All I know is that rock TURNED in the air, it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.” Thinking about all this was starting to hurt Andrea’s head, of course she was just coming down from a lot of emotional highs so she was sure she was going to have a headache anyway. Thinking about something like that though was just making the problem worse and she was rubbing her head looking at the ground. “Could I get a cup of water, and maybe some aspirin?” “Yea hun, stay right here, Sheriff will be along shortly and he’ll wanna talk to you I’m sure.” This character is played by Toasty.

[✖ NORBEX]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] ACCEPTED! Her character was so delicious to read! I'm enjoying her cold and predatory demeanor and look forward to seeing how she applies her emotional cruelty (intentional or not) around the board. Props on the more original power and using Shiki as a FC as well. Please post your Face Claim, Power Claim and check out the Open Threads. Due to technical difficulties our main admin is experiencing this account does not permit me to change your member group, but an admin will tend to that as soon as possible! Please change your username to Carly Dean from the profile modification options and you're welcome to start posting right now!