Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 15:58:54 GMT -5
Power(s): Telekinesis
The power of telekinesis is a rather common power, but for this sixteen year old it is not limited to simply nudging objects for the entertainment of the masses. For Eve, the power is as flexible as she is, having both offensive, neutral, and defensive stances respectively. Usually, manipulating even the most common of objects is a challenge for those blessed (or cursed) with this power. Such is not quite the case with Eve. The young woman is quite capable of lifting objects many times her own weight (up to four tons.) and hurl them with a tremendous force. Smaller objects, such as a simple pen can actually be turned into a deadly projectile with the force of her mental capabilities. Easily able to penetrate through eight inches of skull and brain. Perhaps the most dangerous aspect of her power is the ability to slice through the most dense of materials on the planet with the exception of a few things like diamond, tungsten, titanium, and barriers created by other mutants.
When the red head has the need to defend herself her powers have the ability manifest in a barrier that can encompass a space surrounding her in three hundred and sixty degrees. Eve demonstrates the ability to manipulate the size of her barrier up to five yards from her direct person but not the ability to change the strength of the barrier. The metaphysical wall she controls displays a magnetic sort of effect when anything presses against it. It does not merely ‘block’ objects but actually reflects them off the surface, much like when two positive magnets are pushed toward one another - they repel the other. This trait makes up the majority of the danger for her defensive stance, for it has the ability to stop even bullets from reaching her. However, with armor piercing rounds such as anti-tank ammunition it has been found to have enough force to push beyond the reflective property and hit the wall, shattering it with relative ease.
Though she is able to perform these super human feats, Eve is not without her limitations. Strenuous exertion of her powers can cause migraines, nosebleeds, dizziness, broken blood vessels in the eyes, and in severe cases seizures and black outs. Her powers are generally too dangerous to be left in her hands alone, which has sited the installment of a ‘governor’ located on the back of her neck just below the hair line. This small device implanted directly into her cerebellum, spine, and nervous system dictates how much of her power can be exerted at any one time. Set by regulation of those who over see the project she belongs to, Eve is capable of both great and terrible things, but on average can only tap into about twenty percent of her collective capabilities.
Appearance:
Eve stands at an average of five feet five inches. Her form takes on the mesomorphic sort of shape, neither too lean nor too brawny, a healthy - athletically toned type. Her skin is a porcelain pale, almost ghostly white which is indicative of either her lack of activity outside or physical modification due to her special circumstances. On certain portions of her body, small thin lines, like long healed scars can be seen. The pattern of such suggesting meticulous planning and a precise hand to create, the physical marks left behind for what many would believe only to be half a life. Upon her head is a cascade of crimson colored hair, falling down the length of her back in luxurious layers that are often left lose to frame her angular face. The vibrant shade is not store bought, rather, it is another physical characteristic of her mutant gene’s come to bare in obvious ways. More than her hair though it is her eyes that carry the most obvious trait that mark her as different among the mundane masses. Deeply set and colored a green that fades between lime and emerald, they’re most outstanding trait is the otherworldly glow they emit in dimly lit areas. Usually the darker it is the brighter the glow. The brightness they portray can also be a factor in when or how Eve intends to use her powers.
Eve does not sport any tattoo’s, piercings, or other body modifications save for the governor located on the back of her neck which is often obscured from view. It is a small, flat device with a small plug in meant for external access and flashes green in color when it’s properties are enabled on her system. It will flash red when disabled, though carefully monitored by her projects overseers. Her clothing is usually whatever she first lays her eyes on that morning, which in turn, as you can imagine, makes for some serious fashion mistakes. To her however, looking appealing to others is a foreign concept, as clothes were originally designed with no other purpose but to protect the body from the elements.
Personality:
As is characteristic of people with Asperger's syndrome, Eve is socially awkward. She often fixates on things (prompting those around her to go silent), and misses social cues at times (for example, unknowingly changing the subject of a conversation). However, her ability to fixate is simply one of the few character personality traits one might actually identify as. The red head is an autodidact, meaning she is very enthusiastic about learning and will often go out of her way to learn new things almost regardless of topic. She has a particular focus on language and the written word. When her nose is not stuck in the pages of a text book, she can often be seen reading literature of various kinds perhaps most notably compilations of poems and limericks. As designed by the project that made her, Eve exhibit’s several characteristics of a super intelligent being, having been tested with an IQ of one hundred and eighty seven and an eidetic memory pertaining mostly to the things she’s read. It has also been observed that the average adult can only read up to two hundred and fifty to three hundred words in a single minute, with the best being up to one thousand. Eve can double that at two thousand words per minute. This is achieved by reading the pages more subconsciously than consciously. The conscious mind can process up to eleven bits of information at once while the subconscious mind can process up to eighteen million. Picking out key words or phrases on the page she can read and retain almost anything on paper.
Despite being competent with computers, Eve is not necessarily tech savvy. She can load and operate basic programs but very much prefers her papers and hard files to the online world. This often leaves her feeling inadequate in classes that require computers to finish them, and has expressed that using paper files help her to feel ‘more in control’, perhaps a sign that she is not entirely robotic as she seems. Due to her special circumstances, the red head has the emotional range of a two year old - perhaps even less than that depending on the observer. She knows the difference between wants and needs and why she should act in certain ways to get what she either wants or needs for comfort or survival reasons. However, the distinction has been made in how she approaches certain situations. When faced with the grief stricken, she understands they are upset but can not grasp why they are upset. This has rendered the young woman emotionally unavailable and a severe danger not only to herself but to those around her. Without these proper understands of something as simple as ‘why you should not kill someone’ a creature with her amount of power could see to the annihilation of thousands.
Eve has also exhibited traits of being germ phobic, and actively avoids touching those she does not have prior knowledge of. She carries a bottle of sanitizer with her at all times, and it has been noted she reacts adversely to those who touch her without consent. There are also severe signs of OCD where in she believes everything has it’s place and meticulously keeps track of every little thing in her possession. Currently attempting to break her of the need to ‘fix’ others things, she may be seen straightening the pencils on a classmates desk absentmindedly or in similar situations.
Weaknesses:
Despite being rather low on the emotional front, Eve is surprisingly polite, well spoken, and trusting to a painful fault. It would not take much at all to trick the young woman into doing nearly anything, never thinking that there are ‘bad people’ in the world that would do such things. She lacks the experience that would teach her to think twice about each and every choice presented to her, and often has disastrous effects for not only herself but those around her.
Strengths:
Perfectly designed for the field of battle, there is little in the way of force that can stand in Eve’s way when her full fury is unleashed. Analytical and tactically minded, she knows how to command the battle field despite having little experience in the matter. She is equipped with the tools to rip her foes asunder both mentally and physically if she manages to guard herself against underhanded tactics.
History & Family:
A science experiment considered unethical in many parts of the world, but such trivial moralities suspended upon the threat of otherworldly creatures that threatened humanities way of living. Seemingly impervious to modern defenses, many felt transported back into the dark ages as the idea of what was to come lingered ahead of them. Men can do unspeakable things when they’re desperate. The creation of mutants, gifted, abominations, whatever you chose to the call them had long been underway by the general governments of the world in a last ditch effort to protect the populous they controlled. Most could not stand up to the challenge presented before them. Others that could were often scared mentally and physical from the brutal under takings they were tasked with at such young ages. It was only a matter of time before the collective guilt got the better of them, and decided instead to use something not…entirely human. Whoever Eve was before she awoke in that lab is a mystery. Whether she was some street urchin, a middle class house wife, or a woman of exceptional prestige - none of it matters because all records are sealed and to her knowledge she was the product of a very generous donor.
Currently, the red head can only be considered approximately two years of age despite her rather developed body landing her in the adolescent years of a teenager. You might be wondering how that can be? It is easy because Eve was never technically ‘born’. For the majority of her years in ‘existence’ she was kept unconscious while remaining in the embryonic like stasis of perpetual development. This done so those who were apart of her project - project SS, could tinker and tamper with certain aspects of her DNA and effectively modify the ‘perfect solider’. She could have easily been created as a hideous monster, but becoming conventionally ‘beautiful’ was both beneficial and somewhat of a side bonus not inherently intended at the start of the project. It was only when her body reached the physical age of about twelve years that a chemical change in her stasis solution altered her deep sleep and awakened her to the world around her, rather violently in fact. Her power came to bear upon the lab she had been contained in up until this moment, destroying quite a bit and sparing few lives in the process.
From conception she had incredible trouble simply keeping her power under control and not allowing it to randomly lash out. The project was thought to have been a failure, and she was due to be decommissioned because of it. If it had not been for one scientist creating a suppression module that interacted directly to where psionic manipulation originated and was exerted from the body to manipulate the world - Eve would have been long dead. This ‘governor’ was implanted on Eve, with surprisingly good effects there after. She displayed the ability to control the full force of her power with minute control, but other defects were soon discovered in her mental state that eventually resulted in a number of outcomes for the young woman. First being, without the proper experience to temper when and how she might use her abilities the device on her neck limits her to a total of only twenty percent of her total power range at any given time. The second being a solution to the first, which was to get her out of her sterile environments and allow her to grow as a person which in turn got her a one way ticket straight to the school that harbors and teaches those not entirely unlike Eve herself.
In Character sample:
He’d gotten a little bit side tracked. It was not as if he hadn’t seen this mediocre level of destruction before, it was just…Perhaps he simply missed the smell of the fire. The searing coals beneath his feet that threatened to burn him whole to a fine crisp. From the sides of the mountain he was able to smell the copious amounts of sulfur and ash that came with the eruption of a elemental body, and something simply drew the demon downward, following the flow path of the disaster. Rock, tree, animal, it didn’t matter what had stood in it’s way the lava destroyed all. Cataclysmic and powerful in it’s own right, beautiful and deadly, just the way he liked his lovers. Some were mowed down without hesitations while a few strangling trees were left to stand. Their outsides were scorched, some even still burning as he meandered through the chaotic scene of ash and smoke, reducing the marks of nature to little more than towers of smoldering charcoal. It was beautiful to him, in a brutal, horribly uncomfortable sort of way.
At some point as the hellhound wandered, he found his voice humming in the back of his throat. His paws moving in a theatrical manner as he reveled in the destruction that had been caused. This was his element. His realm, if you will. Amongst death and decay was where he’d been born. Risen as the manifestation of ultimate pride with a need to destroy everything he came in contact with. Yes for the first thousand years or so after his birth he bowed to these most basic traits, a mindless war machine if you will. It took time for things to mature, even demons, and eventually he grew to have a number of traits imprinted upon him by years of interaction with not only other demons, Gods, and enemies of his faction, but simply time. ”Record scratch; Steve Miller band. Tattooed necks and tattooed hands. Oh, how don’t you drown in the rain storm?” The hellhounds broad side racked across the side of one of the burned up tree’s, it’s soot depositing upon his form and shifting his glossy black coat into a matte version of it. His voice was low, singing more for his own entertainment than for anyone else he might come across in these woods…though he highly doubted such. ”Fresh regrets, vodka sweats. The sun is down and we’re bound to get exhausted and so far away from the shore.” It had only been a week or so after the volcano’s mishap, he had no worry of coming across anyone right away while he wandered here, pondering his own thoughts for a time.
”You’re never gonna get it I’m a hazard to myself. I’ll break it to you easy, this is hell - this is hell.” A heavy paws kicked at the ash all around him, painting his ebony paws a white-gray sort of color as it clung to his fur and pads. His stomach and chest was even lightly dusted with it, unwilling to release the demon even when he traipsed the burning rock which was once the considerably dangerous lava that had escaped the volcano. ”You’re looking and whispering, you think I’m someone else. This is hell, yes. Literal hell.” A shot of movement off to the demon’s side caught his crimson gaze, the slightest of fluttering of ash. Dark ears perked forward, but this mortal nose could smell nothing else but the smoke that still lingered in the air. A sleek sort of grin came over his face, the very tips of too white fangs showing beyond his dark lips. With a flick of the paw he kicked the ash once more which set loose the little creature he had so startled. It was little more than a field mouse, caught in the aftermath of the eruption. It shot forth to hide under another mound of ash as if that would protect it from the massive predator it had shown itself to. ”We don’t have to talk, we don’t have to dance.” Slowly, the warg positioned himself so he was facing directly where the mouse was hiding and crouched. Muscular shoulders rolled, loosening his joints. ”We don’t have to smile, we don’t have to make friends.”
Suddenly the hulking onyx frame was in the air, leaping forward and down so that his paws smashed into the mount and quite easily made contact with the mouse, trapping it beneath his mass. A thick maw pushed the ash and bits of wound out of his way, exposing the little creature he had caught. The smile returned as he observed it trying to escape, going so far as to even bite him but that did little more than make him giggle. ”It’s so nice to meet you, let’s never meet again.” He sang to it, before terrifying jaws opened as wide as they possibly could, horrid in it’s own right before devouring the mouse in a single bite.