Verdigris Willow

Individual

Character's full name: Verdigris Jetta Willow
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: V.J, Verd, Verdy/Verdi. Mutant alias is The Finder
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthday: 03/05/1990
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Caucasian, lived in Hawaii until her 16th birthday.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Hawaii

Appearance

Hair colour and style: Black hair past her shoulders with green tips, not straight, not curly just wavy. She had it professionally styled before she accidentally discovered her mutant power at age 16. It was short and spiked and she had bleached, then dyed it green the night before, as a minor rebellion against her parents. It has grown out over the three years she has been away from home, but the green has stayed, a lasting reminder of the place she left.

Eyes: The green associated with sprouting grass, toxic waste or horse drool. May change to varieties of olive or grey-green like turbulent sea-water.

Height: 5’5” or 165cm

Build: Generally slender with a hint of muscle toning from the gym and Soccer lessons.

Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Both ears are pierced nine times and filled with silver sleepers except for the last two on each lobe which are studs, one green, one black. She has a single scar on her right pinkie from a fight with her brother.

Other features: The fingernail on her tallest finger of her left hand is missing, covered by a fake metal nail which is held in place by a ring, she tore it off soon after her first mutant discovery and it has never grown back properly.

Everyday clothing style: She is usually found wearing the same loose black T-shirt. She has acquired other shirts, mainly black, but it is her favourite. Flared skinny jeans of a faded denim cover her legs and black and white converse half-boots hide her feet.

Sleepwear: She wears a long black T-shirt and a sloppy pair of tracksuit pants to sleep. Sometimes if she is caught unawares and needs to flee she may be found wearing this in the day, although she will change out of it as soon as possible

Miscellaneous clothing: On bad hair days Verdy may wear a black bandanna. She has reading glasses but the lens of the left side is badly cracked so she hardly wears them. She wears a pendant with and emerald set in silver which she was given on her thirteenth birthday, it is never taken off, even for sleeping.

Character

Personality: Verdigris used to take time to make friends with people, choosing solid friendships over half formed acquaintances, although over the last three years of running and hiding she has grown out of the habit, treating people with a distant non-attachment. It is easier to leave those you don’t care about. She lets her appearance work for her, giving off a vibe which makes her difficult to approach. She has no qualms about stealing what she needs, however when possible she chooses to steal from large companies which won’t even notice their loss.

Hobbies/ Interests: Basically keeping herself alive and unnoticed although she regularly read anything she could find about mutants until her glasses broke. Surfing and swimming used to be her hobbies along with Soccer but she gets few chances to indulge in them nowdays.

Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Her parents have no idea what happened to their only daughter, nor that she dyed her hair green, the search photos were of her last school portrait, which she looked drastically different. She never wants to be found or discovered for what she is by anyone who cannot help her. She has a phobia of spiders, having been bitten and hospitalised as a child. She fears lack of control and from that has a phobia of hypnotists or hypnosis in general.

Special talents: Able to surf and swim, having grown up by a beach.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: She does whatever she can to improve her own survival chances. Generally good, but not afraid of taking the ‘bad’ path if it looks safer.

Mutations
Mutation description: Verdigris has the power to open a wormhole between two points. The input point, where an object is sucked through is either controlled by her, in which case it opens in her left palm, or uncontrolled, in which case it will open somewhere within a one-block-radius, where and what it will draw in is random and Verdigris has no control over either aspect unless it is in her left hand. The output end, where the object is flung out, is the palm of her right hand, making her similar to a human-shotgun. When the wormhole is opened whatever is on the other end will be shot out her right hand, no matter what the object. Objects can only be smaller than from her wrist to her elbow, and not wider than her palm in order to fit out the end of the wormhole, objects also must not be being touched or looked at by any person, human or mutant. The wormhole opens to allow one object through at a time, however if she is holding a handful of marbles or jax in her left hand these can be shot with a shotgun effect from her right. One projectile works like a slug, multiple (marbles etc) is akin to birdshot. The further away the target the wider the shot spreads out. If it hit a person it would knock the breath out of them, and if she was 4 or so feet away, probably break ribs and puncture lungs. It would be possible to kill someone if the aim was spot-on and she was closer than 12 feet. Hitting a concrete wall (depending on the projectile) would either have the projectile bounce off or embed itself less than an inch into the wall.

Strengths: Objects are flung out of her right palm at a speed of 85m/s, a strong enough force to damage property and wound flesh, in a manner not unlike a shotgun. Having control of the wormhole’s entrance in her left hand means she can pick up rocks or marbles, or other small objects and use them as a specific projectiles by placing them in her left palm. Ammunition is almost unlimited. There is no drain on energy until around 20 single shots, 30-40 in an adrenaline-fuelled emergency or after three or more objects are shot at a time.

Weaknesses: If the wormhole is opened in her left palm with no object to suck through it will attempt to suck in the nearest thing, this can lead to broken or sprained fingers, and has torn her fingernail off in a previous occasion. Objects can only be sucked through if they are not being touched or looked at by a human or mutant, although animal interaction makes no difference. This leads to many of the objects being things which are easily ‘lost’ such as spare car keys, loose change and odd socks which are little to no use as projectiles.

Fighting style: If flight is impossible Verdigris will generally fire only enough to make an opening big enough for her to escape through. Other than that her style is random and whatever comes to mind.

Pros to fighting style: Random movements, as well as the fact she rarely displays her powers make the element of surprise work in her favour.

Cons to fighting style: Streaks of luck in picking moves can only last so long before she runs out of ideas and eventually, strength.

Faction Allegiance
None


History Of Your Character:

Verdigris was born in a general hospital and grew up her whole life in a beachside house in Hawaii. She swam from a young age, both in the ocean and in chlorinated pools, and spent hour after hour on the beach, collecting shells, watching birds or just walking along the white sand admiring the water.

Her parents both had full time jobs so Verdigris and her younger brother Micah took care of themselves and each other to a degree. She was fully comfortable with the arrangement, and although she missed her parents a lot while she was younger at around age ten she was happy to look after herself without their help.

While not ‘popular’ in primary school she had a few good friends which she could rely on fully, and she absorbed most of what was taught. She played and laughed and did what all students do, occasionally skipping her homework to swim or beach-comb.

In high school she achieved generally high to average marks in most classes except maths, which she found difficult. She was tutored on Wednesdays, every second week, with an ex-maths teacher, a friendly old man called Mr Janiston. She trained for soccer with the school every Thursday night and spent the remainder of her afternoons doing homework, hanging out with her friends or spending time on the beach, sometimes a mixture of all three.

Her friends remained her friends and she met her best friend, James, at high school. He taught her how to surf, which she began to do regularly, along with spending time at his house, cooking or talking with his mother, who took the mothering role in Verdy’s mind, as her own mother was always very busy.

One day while she was at school there was a mutant attack at her brother’s primary school, one student was killed and four more injured. She left school early to make sure her brother was unharmed. A broken arm was his only injury, that and a profound hate for ‘those freaks’ as he began to call mutants from that day forward.

Several weeks after the attack on her brother and his friends Verdy was sitting at home struggling with the Maths homework which was due the next day. In a moment of exasperation she flung her hands out and was shocked when a green and white bouncy ball flew from the palm of her right hand and ricocheted off the carpet then walls and desk to land in the messed up covers of her bed. After a cautious approach she examined the ball before carefully laying it on her desk beside her maths.

After four days of similar happenings she confided in James and showed him what she could do. He suggested going somewhere until she could control it, after what had happened at Micah’s school it would be unwise to let anyone guess what she was.

A few things thrown into her school bag and a scribbled note saying she would be at James’ house for a few days and she was ready to go, as she was walking out the door of her room she noticed the ball on the desk where she had left it. She pocketed it thoughtfully and left in silence.

After a brief stop at the bank to withdraw the contents of her account she walked to James’ house. A few miserable hours of awkwardness and goodbyes passed before the plane which would take her away arrived, James’ mother drove her to the airstrip and watched her leave sadly. No-one knew why she was leaving except James, who it was agreed would explain to his mother after Verdigris had left.. The given story was that her aunt had been taken really sick, and it was Verdy’s job to go and stay with her until she was better. It was a weak excuse, but all they were able to come up with on the spot.

Two years of practicing in dark alleys and side streets and she discovered that, with concentration, she could place an object in her left hand and open the connection between her palms, shooting the object out of her right, she also discovered, painfully, that if she tried to shoot something from her right hand when her left hand was clenched in a fist that the wormhole would still open and suck something through, this time the fingernail of her tallest finger, tearing it clean out of her finger and shooting it across the alley to bounce off the wall and lie useless in a oily puddle . Another year of practice and living off the street, picking up any loose change which came through the wormhole and stealing what she couldn’t afford. After being caught a few times she slowly learnt how to feel the slight bulge where the security tag was under the wrapping and cut it out with a blade from the inside of a broken pencil sharpener without drawing attention to herself.

She learnt that on the streets staying clean kept you out of trouble more often than not. Police or security guards were far more suspicious of someone who was grimy and smelt slightly than of someone who was clean and tidy. She began to wash her clothes regularly in the Laundromats whenever she could. She also bought a hairbrush and hair-tie to pull back her hair. Showers were difficult to come by but she dropped in on public pools now and then to use the showers, sometimes swimming, sometimes not.

Roleplay

Where did you learn about this site? Cafas, a friend linked me to it

Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: Not on this site, but three on a different RP site.

Sample RP:
After three years of wandering, practicing and learning Verdy faced a challenge. She was sitting on a park bench, in a park which seemed deserted in the balmy afternoon air, children choosing to stay inside and play video games or watch TV, rather than play outside in the summer heat. She suspected it also had something to do with the number of kidnappings and other crimes which had happened in this area.

She was opening and closing the wormhole in her right palm, allowing object after worthless object to shoot from her hand into the dirt in front of her. She sometimes did this when she was alone, it seemed to increase her endurance and sometimes the object was money of some description, or something worth enough to sell it to a broker. She knew of one specific shop where the owner never asked any questions, just accepted and paid, before re-selling the object for three or four times the price. She preferred the rip-off and silence to getting an honest deal with someone who asked questions.

A man burst out of the nearby bushes, startling her as she was partway through depositing another useless sock onto the dirt, one of the disadvantages of a street with a drycleaner.
“You monster!” The man shouted, pointing directly at her “You inhuman beast!” Terrified she stood and tried to move away from the man, but he blocked her path. He continued to yell loudly and people were beginning to take notice, walking from the path to the edge of the park, to look at the confusion. Another man and a woman joined the first and when they figured out what he was yelling about they also began to yell, threatening drowning or other deaths “worthy of an animal like you” Jumping atop the bench she watched like a cornered animal as they advanced ever closer, one had what suspiciously looked like a flick-blade knife in his hand.

In a moment of desperation she grabbed a handful of the loose keys which had shot out of her hand earlier, that she had pulled from where they were embedded in the ground, with the hope that the glimmer of brass or silver could be money. She had piled the keys on the bench, intending to throw them away when she was done, but now they had a second purpose.. Gripping the keys in her left hand tightly she opened her right hand, palm facing the people, concentrated and shot, the keys spraying out like birdshot from a shotgun.

The people screamed and ducked, the first man had been hit, and was yelling something about lawyers and justice. Someone else yelled back, defending her against the man. Verdigris didn’t hang around to find out who. Leaping over the man’s hunched body she ran, past the confused people, unsure of what they had just witnessed, past the gates to the park, across the street and into a shopping complex. Willing the crowds of people to hide her she ducked and weaved for a while, occasionally backtracking to make sure no-one had followed her.

After two hours she stopped at a small diner and ordered a plate of chips, handing over the money she walked to a table which had a full view of what she had really come to see, the TV. News was on and she ate her chips slowly, watching for any mention of her, or an attack in that park. There was a brief mention that there had been another Mutant attack in the area, before a longer article about some school. She wasn’t paying much attention until the reporter mentioned that many people were angry that mutants had a school to themselves.

After watching the full article which presented both sides, for and against the school, with an interview from an X-man and an angry citizen. Verdy walked purposefully to a small internet café and grudgingly paid the hourly rate. Page after page mentioned the school’s name, mainly by angry humans ranting about how evil it was, but the occasional good review shone through, painting the school as a safe haven for those who couldn’t learn elsewhere. After the hour she printed a simple page from Google maps and left. Following the instructions and blue line on the page she walked for hours into the dark, occasionally stopping to check street signs.

She found the gates with no problem and curled up to sleep until a decent time of day, and to regain some of the energy lost through that much adrenaline and power use in one day...
She woke as the sun was just beginning to colour the sky. She approached the large gates which had been the background of the news article and surveyed the area warily, there didn’t seem to be anyone around, and it was far too early for humans to be jogging past or anything. She looked at the intercom button for several minutes before walking over to it. It would be a good place for a trap really, a mutant trap. Activated by the press of a button they would seal their own fate. She swallowed and touched her finger to the button, depressing then quickly releasing it and stepping back. No machine guns started shooting, no cage dropped from the sky, and she placed the worn schoolbag on the ground, sitting beside it to wait for an answer.