Elke Crawford

Character's full name:  Kwatién:se Elke H. Crawford
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Moose
Gender: Female
Age:  18
Date of Birth: 9/27/2002
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Native American
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Oneida County, New York City, USA.


Hair color and style: Butt Length, Very Dark Brunette
Eyes: Dark Brown
Height: 5'5" 
Build: Well toned
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Many small scars here and there. On the back of her neck is a black circle with a small crescent moon, and the black outline of a wolf howling.
Other features: She has a small dark beauty mark on the lower right side of her face, just off from her lips.

Everyday clothing style: T-shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes.
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: Oversized T-shirt. 
Miscellaneous clothing: She wears a patch, usually pinned onto her clothing, of The Oneida Nation symbol.


Personality: Elke is a typical teen in some ways; passionate, stubborn, and unusually vulgar. What she likes and hates sometimes changes day by day, depending on how she feels and what type of situation she’s in. She's a prankster at heart, doesn't much care for other peoples feelings, and has no respect for authority. She is fiercely proud of her heritage and holds a grudge against her parents for not being more involved in her culture. One quirk about her that really stands out is her childish sense of what's fair or not. If she were to take something from someone, be it a piece of candy or an expensive laptop, she would leave something behind in trade, and call it fair.

Hobbies/ Interests: Since being more or less forcibly brought to the Mansion and enrolled in various classes to make up for what she had never taken before, she's developed quite the passion for math related and environmental studies. She has various hobbies that her Grandfather got her started in years before, such as Hunting, carving, and some cultural crafts. She is very active in social and political issues, especially those that deal with the environment or the well being of her people. She also regularly attends Pow Wow's when they are held each ear on the reservation, and participates in the ladies dance competitions.

Job or part-time job and description: N/A
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Losing the new family she's managed to procure.... and the dark. Elke still sleeps with at least a few lights on, and actively avoids super dark places.
Special talents: Archery, some acrobatics, certain kinds of dancing, recalling lyrics for songs and rapping.


Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral-ish. She tips neither one way or the other but has grown to deploy methods for getting things done that pertain to her beliefs that could push her toward the bad side. She ain't afraid to break both of your knees, but only for a good reason. She hates greedy, hateful people who prey on others. She also believes that those with the x-gene are better than those without, or at least the next stage for humanity, and that the weak will eventually be weeded out by evolution. 

... She's complicated.


Mutation description: Self Replication. Elke was born with the ability to divide herself into multiple bodies. She literally divides herself in half, splitting every cell in her body in order to create a duplicate of herself. The whole process takes just upward of a minute and is relatively quick considering the complicated things going on inside of her.

The duplicates are intelligent but on a drastically limited scale. They lack the ability to fully function on their own and are best used as tools. If walking down the middle of the road and a car was approaching, it would take Elke ordering them to move to get them out of the way.

A duplicates lifespan lasts a total of 24 hours. After their time limit is reached, their bodies degenerate and liquefy into pink sludge. She can make up to three a day, with a solid 24 hour wait time in between each batch of three.

Strengths: Elke shares an emphatic link with her duplicates. Like the link some twins share. She can feel dulled down senses, such as pain, sense of smell, and emotion.

Weaknesses: She feels their pain. No matter how dulled down, if one gets run over by a truck, it’s still going to hurt like a mother.

Secondary mutation description: Cloning of items in direct contact with her body. This means any clothing she is wearing will be duplicated when she splits. Like the clones themselves, the clothing degenerates after 24 hours.

Strengths: Duplicates don't end up naked, running around the streets.

Weaknesses: She cannot duplicate other people or other living organisms, nor metals, plastics, or stones. If she were holding a cat, it would not suddenly be duplicated along with her if she split. Items on her body that aren’t touching her skin, like backpacks and belts, would not be duplicated.

                                                        


Growth description:

Through years of creating perfect clones of herself in every way except intelligence, Elke has developed a new facet of her power. If approached from a different angle, she is able to duplicate parts of her own body instead of fully formed clones.

Cloned body parts last for 24 hours, same as the clones themselves, and will dissolve into goo when that time period is up. Cloned parts appear on her body where they are supposed to be and adjust automatically to fit alongside her actual parts.



Explanation: Having been trained in various forms of fighting from her dad, she is actually very well equipped for a rumble most days. She employs a firm grasp on where and how to hit, flexibility and speed when going hand to hand with someone, and the knowledge of how to defend herself from similar physical attacks. She isn't afraid to fight dirty, either and will use anything and everything to her advantage in a fight if able. She also is very skilled at using her bow, or slingbow/slingshot if needed, during altercations. Years of practice has left her adapt at aiming on the fly and gauging distance quite well.
Pros for fighting style: She can and has handled herself in many physical alterations very well. She's generally able to gauge if an opponent is someone she can handle up close, or if she needs to be at a distance.  
Cons for fighting style: In a world where various kinds of mutations can pop up anywhere at anytime, it's hard to always be right about if you can or cannot handle something. Even professionals lose sometimes, and she is no different. It doesn't help that her stubborn nature tends to spur her to ignore obvious signs that she might not be able to handle a situation on her own, either.

Faction Allegiance:
The X-men/ The Order/ The NYPD/: Unaffiliated!


Born to Honey Crawford and John Rivers, she was the youngest child, with three brothers.
From the outside, Elke’s family looked like a broken mess. Her brothers constantly picked on her for her size. Her father was almost never home, and when he was present he reeked of perfume and smoke. Her mother sat around all day, chatting on the phone, taking her pile of various meds and sleeping. Elke spent most of her time alone, running around a city that even adults found dangerous. To outsiders, it was heartbreaking... To her, it was normal. She was used to being by herself, and unless she was hanging out with the handful of friends she had gathered over the years, she preferred it that way. By herself, she could create elaborate fantasy’s. She could be a pirate, or a great General facing down unsurpassed odds. If she wasn’t running around in a dream, she was running around the streets of New York. People were easy targets for little pranks, and there was always something going on to readily captured a child’s attention. Unfortunately, Elke was also a regular when it came to being picked up by police officers, for running around unaccompanied by her parents.

Since she had been doing that sort of thing for most of her life, she had also seen the inside of a fair share of foster homes. Child protective services had deemed her home unfit for children, and since she was the only one in the house still considered a child, that meant her. Throughout her life, she had been passed around from home to home. She hated it. Each had been its own trying experience. She had seen people who honestly cared for her, people who only wanted foster kids for the money, and people who wanted to change the world by adopting and brainwashing as many kids as possible. Most of those foster homes didn’t last long, however. She made sure of it. From making a family’s dog disappear, to even staging her own death using a duplicate, Elke managed to flee each unwanted home. She always returned to her own, walking in the door to be greeted by a passed out mom, an absent father, and three older brothers... And that was the way she liked it.

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Sample RP:

Target acquired.

With her tongue pressed firmly between her lips, she squeezed one eye shut and squinted with the other. From her stop on the rooftop, she could see her current prey item strolling around down on the sidewalk. A shiny, balding head made the perfect target for practicing her aim, and with his attention firmly rooted on whoever it was he was chatting up on the other end of his phone call, he’d never see her coming.

It was perfect.

“Uhh... Boss? You wan’ this now?” Elke half turned, dark eyes landing on the clone settled on her rump not to far away. It was holding out a lengthy arrow, not a sharp one either, mind you. The kind that had silly suction cups glued onto the end.

“Of course I want it... what a stupid question.” With an indignant glare, and her bottom lip protruding in a mock insulting manner, the child turned back to the task at hand. She knocked the arrow. Pulled back on the string of her bow until it was taunting. Aimed...

And let the plastic toy weapon fly.

Cueball didn’t even see it coming. He had just lifted a cup of steaming coffee to his lips, nodding his head at some unheard comment from the other person on the phone. The suction cup slapped into the side of his head, just above where hair was still present, and stuck. Hot coffee burbled up everywhere as he reacted in a knee-jerk fashion. The man swore loudly and immediately set about ripping the arrow off of him, then patting himself as coffee set into his clothes.

Elke let loose a shrill bark of laughter, and her clone copied her. “You got im’ Boss! Right in the noggin!” The clone jumped to its feet, letting out a whoop of glee that was probably just a little too loud, and Elke ducked behind the cement wall that sat at the edge of the roof. “Shut up! Jesus Christ, you’re going to get us caught!”

With a growl, she hunched over and crawled over to where the clone was, yanking it down by the collar until it wasn’t visible either. Elke didn’t the coppers showing up and ruining her fun. Especially since she had only recently escaped from her latest foster home “Come on.. we have’ta move somewhere else now...” The clone nodded, grinning a gap toothed grin. “Yuh, Boss!”

With an exaggerated eye roll, the child slung her bow around her shoulders, hiked her quiver up onto her back, and crawled on all fours across the roof.