Shula Nasser

Individual

Character's full name: Shula Nasser
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name:Madam Chief Operating Officer. (Mutant code to come later if it is given, first in best dressed children.)
Gender: Female
Age:32
Birthday: Born 26th of March 1978
Nationality/ Ethnicity: American / Middle-Eastern
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: N.Y.C.

Appearance

Hair colour and style:Dark brown-Black, slightly past shoulder length.
Eyes:Brown
Height: 5' 7"
Build: Comfortably fit.
Visible mutation: fingernails and hair glassy in appearance.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Ears, has multiple sets of earrings but mostly just respectable studs, belly button, from her younger years, a glass rod, approximately enough to form a very small ball of molten glass, a last resort emergency getaway strategy. Normal mutant wear and tear barely visible scars. Considers tattoos a waste of money.
Other features:

Everyday clothing style:Women’s business clothing. Prefers skirts, she didn’t waste time in the gyms for nothing, but pants will do given circumstances (such as wash day). No nail polish or gloves.
Uniform:Not currently applicable
Sleepwear:Black satin nighty, in winter with extra blankets.
Miscellaneous clothing:Heels if out and about, if not, something respectable but comfortable.

Character

Personality: She likes to look like she has power. Because she does. Both in a corporate sense, and as a mutant. She finds humans petty, and thinks they worry about too much, which is an example of their underlying inferiority. They are vulnerable. She is not. She tries to emanate a sense of confidence and superiority. Under it all though, she is insecure. She feels that both her gender and her species are working against her in her life, and that humans are constantly trying to keep her down; especially the male ones, which is odd given they have assisted her in her promotion to such a high position. It’s likely why she hasn’t had a boyfriend, consistently at least, since high school. When stressed she bites her nails, and occasionally, when alone, chews her hair. Both contain glass, the pure silicone dioxide type. It isn’t conscious, but she does it to keep up her glass levels, as large amounts go into maintaining those features. Her bad habits don’t show as the glass from them returns to them within twelve hours if she has a reasonable stock of glass already in her system. Largely however she is not afraid to step on people to get where she needs to be, and those that get in her way soon find that their divorce or pay docking isn’t even the least of their worries. Her relationships tend to begin and end in one night. Occasionally a couple of dates depending on how much they spend, as well as... other factors.
Hobbies/ Interests:Getting power, maintaining that power through fear and hard work, mainly others. Occasionally she likes to prove to herself that she is better than the humans, just subtle disappearances here and there, people who just never show up again.
Job or part time job and description: not too many steps away from being top of the food chain, she is the Chief Operating Officer, in charge of the day to day running of the business, in her case, a large civil construction firm who desperately needed a high ranking female, and a high ranking mutant. She cashed in on that, but has been insecure ever since. It is mostly her job to report to the CEO on how the day to day operations are going and to delegate boring actual work to the lower downs.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:Losing her power, being caught in a situation where she cannot win, another human movement against mutants.
Special talents: Cashing in on opportunities.


Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Contemptuous, thinks others below her and has no qualms killing and torturing those in her way.

Mutations

Mutation description: The ability to produce and control molten glass. For this she must have glass in her system, which must be obtained orally. As such she eats a lot of glass, and has learned what contains the most silicone dioxide, as it is only the SiO2 (compound making up quarts when crystalline and glass when it is supercooled from a liquid) she can use, the impurities simply pass through her. Glass, when not in use is stored as a coating around her bones, which grows and diminishes depending on intake to output ratios. Molten glass is over 2300 degrees centigrade, and as such can do serious damage. She can control it to form balls or other forms, which she can ‘throw’, only similar to the action because she chooses to go through the motions, she really doesn’t need to. Control extends twenty feet, weakening in control levels as it approaches the limits. She can alter the course of the glass only very slightly and less as it goes out, generally can only pick a single direction and try and turn it in time if it goes off course. Glass does not begin to cool until outside the radius, at which point it cools drastically fast and reforms normal glass. If molten glass touches something other than her it also begins to cool at the same rate. Glass takes five minutes to digest when she is in fight or flight mode, thirty minutes normally.
Strengths:

· Strong ranged attacks.

· Strong melee attacks if it comes to it.

· Good source of heat.

· Easy to come by ‘ammo’.

· Can project molten glass in various ways such as streams, balls, splashes and splats.

· Glass will hold a broken bone once it has been realigned.

Weaknesses:

· Must constantly eat glass to maintain power, which can be nastily hazardous to the mouth.

· Not enough intake means no powers.

· Excess intake results in stiffness and joint pain, as well as rapid nail growth at a noticeable rate over a day. Far too much can cause paralysis until she syphons the glass off.

· Can only fire up to three large (20cm diameter) balls of glass or 6 small (10cm diameters) balls on an average intake of glass.

· Cannot affect normal glass, or molten glass that she did not produce.

· Breaking bones can lead to serious internal injuries from lacerations.

Secondary mutation description:Heat resistance, up to temperature of her own glass while power is being used. Not active at other times.
Strengths:

· Allows her to use her power without burning herself.

· If she is attacked with heat when using her power she is not hurt.

Weaknesses:

· Does not protect her any other time.

· When it is active she is more vulnerable to cold and psychic attacks.

· Can sometimes lead to lack of clothing and other items on her person depending how long she holds it near her.

Fighting Style

Explanation: BOMBARDMENT! She bombards her foe with molten glass, preferred form being small balls or splats thereof. If that fails she runs and hopes to find a bottle or window.
Pros for fighting style:

· Fast, ranged, and she has multiple shots depending on size.

Cons for fighting style:

· She only has three to six substantial shots (one if she uses a super ball, but that has never been used before, and she can only give it one direction due to its mass.)

· She’s not terribly fast in heels.

Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated

History Of Your Character

Shula Nasser was born into a family of rich immigrants. Rich being a subjective term. They were rich for immigrants. Indeed they slotted in perfectly into lower upper class. Society treated them well, because they were wealthy. It always had worked like that among society hasn’t it? People were accepted because they had money. Their own money had come from their father’s lawyer job and mother’s corporate success.



When Shula was born, they were officially citizens in the United States for two years. She never knew a life where she wasn’t more powerful than her friends, or those she tolerated because they did work for her. After arriving in America her parents had continued their careers, although her father had gotten his degree in law for a second time. Their family invested their money into accounts with high interest rates and enjoyed a life of affluence.



High school had been nothing extraordinary. She studied, she did well, she had some followers, who liked to hang with her because she always had the newest thing, and would do anything to use it. She never had to do her own homework, which left plenty of room open for studying the relevant bits her own way. Not long after her womanly cycle started ( which was later than most of her friends ) Shula began wanting to eat glass. Her parents stopped her with stern words and buzz-kill attitudes. Instead, she took up boys, who seemed remarkably manipulable and were in the end her favourite toy. A kiss here, allowing a slight feel there and they were her greatest tool. She ditched them when they started wanting too much and ran through quite a few boyfriends before her final year, when she finally stayed with one guy for the whole year.



It was when their Shula was eighteen that she started eating glass. She had had the compulsion for years, but had never been able to, as he parents kept a very close eye on her. On the day she gave in to the compulsion, aside from rather nasty cuts in her mouth, Shula accidentally discharged a stream of molten glass when frightened by movements in the shadows outside her home. The stream killed her neighbour’s cat. Luckily she was leaving for a university course in corporate management. She didn’t end up explaining how the corpse of their cat managed to get encased in glass.



She completed her course without event, but for a few mutant outbursts, but those were mostly kept quiet. No one had known but her for years, and she was slowly gaining control of it, finding out how it worked. She figured out that if she concentrated she could shape and guide the glass discharge, and that it didn’t hurt her while she was using her power, but even when glass is self supercooling, it is extremely hot for several minutes to hours afterwards. She began to practice with it. She used any opportunity given to her to use her powers to help her understand them.



Out of Uni, which had gone well, graduating above average, she found employment with a construction company desperately in need of female employees. She had been promoted rapidly through the ranks, until the camps. The camps had pulled her out of her high paying position of prestige and power, and dropped her into not only an attitude of contempt for humans, but also anger, resent, for her time behind bars. Then what? The camps had ended, they were free, and she was put back into her job like nothing happened. No-one mentioned it to her, except some anti-mutant employees who felt that their female mutant boss aught to have been kept in the camps forever. One by one, they stopped bothering her. Permanently. She received one final promotion, riding on the back of the hard work of others, and the demotion of a defamed male predecessor, thoughtfully going around with some… hired female professionals. One too many photographs had come in, and the company desperately went into damage control, and so she became Chief operating officer, in charge of actually running the firm. It worked for her, she enjoyed delegating.



In the time since high school she had run through twenty men, give or take, a year. She did have needs, after all. No man lasted more than a month




Roleplay
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Sample RP:

Shula stepped from the building. Corporate HQ, New York, New York. The only job she had ever worked. She wielded power over everyone below her. She could ruin their lives or make them great. It just depended on how much work they were willing to take from her. It felt good, being so utterly… powerful. She didn’t offer promotions easily however, much less easily in fact than she offered a pay cut or a sacking. The best part, by the time she hit forty, she would be in the top job, should the trends in the company keep up. Women and mutants promoted through the ranks as fast as possible. People of foreign descent, the non whites, all shooting up into the top jobs, and she, she had it all.



’Fools, avoiding law suits that will more likely than not never turn up, and even if they do, never be won. The law is not so kind to those with less money.’



She strode with confidence, not faltering in her heels, her skirt the only restriction to her movements. It was her lunch hour. However her lunch hour tended to go on a little longer than others, something about having no one that checked in on her. Her ‘in’ box would be stacked high however, and her email overflowing. Most of it, however, she would stamp a sticker onto and put into the out tray, or forward on. Really, anything important was labels as such, and all her job entailed really was giving the nod to or sending back papers to be redone or filed. She had to present a report to the board that week however. It was vitally important that she had that done; by someone else.



’I’ll get Suzanne to give me a summary of the important things, I’ll go from there. Possibly a presentation would be good, I’ll have matthew draw up the charts.’



Someone bumped her. HER! They were lucky she didn’t spill her coffee on herself! The suit had cost quite a bit. Regardless, such blatant disregard for her power could not be ignored. She wheeled around, only to find that one of her employees, a young man in his early twenties, a degree in civil engineering if she was correct, had already told the perpetrator to watch where they were going, in words much different. She smiled at him ”Thank you Clark. I’m glad to see some people still have manners.” When he smiled she turned away, letting her anger fade away. Killing was frowned upon in broad daylight.



’Simpleton. But I must remember where I am.’



She veered down an alleyway. It was familiar to her, she knew it was a shortcut to her destination. It was always free of undesirables too, for some reason or another. Possibly the fact it was clearly used often by a mutant of considerable power. She smiled to herself. It assisted in venting, the alley way, quite a lot. She fired a small glass ball at the wall on her right. It hit the bricks and began to set rapidly, passing its glass transition temperature before it could crystallise. It simply added to the glassy centre of the alleyway, one corner out of view from either street it linked to. Glass on every surface, stopping short of forming a ceiling.



’People are so easy to control... with fear.’