Penelope Peyton Pepper

Individual

Character's full name: Penelope Peyton Pepper / Mrs. Jezebel Tickle
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Pen, Pepper, Jess, Mrs. Tickle
Gender: Female
Age: 11 (Mrs. Tickle: looks around 25) (Updated 9/21/2012)
Date of Birth: September 21, 2002
Nationality/ Ethnicity: African-American / Caucasian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Washington, DC

Appearance

Hair color and style:Tightly curled, dark brown hair that looks as if it is highlighted in gold in the sunlight. She usually wears her hair loose, sometimes pushed back with a hair band, and some other times her sister takes her to have it straightened, but she doesn’t always care for that. (Mrs. Tickle: Long, wavy jet black hair with streaks of unnatural looking red)
Eyes: Chestnut Brown (Mrs. Tickle: Glowing, Molten Yellow)
Height: 4’8 (Mrs. Tickle: 7 ft)
Build: Thin but not starvingly so. She has a healthy appetite. (Mrs: Tickle: Tall and muscular enough to put even the most well toned man to shame.)
Visible mutation: None to speak of. (Mrs. Tickle: Tall, well-toned body that looks quite muscular, but like that of a female bodybuilder).
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Standard pierced ears. She normally wears little rose earring studs that her grandmother gave her before she died.
Other features: Penelope has a very bubbly appearance and always seems extremely happy. Unless the topic of discussion switches to Mrs. Tickle, then she grows withdrawn and quiet.

Everyday clothing style: Penelope wears whatever she finds as pretty and catches her attention. She loves bright colors and lots of them. Some of her favorite clothing consists of tie dyed t-shirts, light blue jeans, and her favorite pair of sneakers that have iridescent butterfly stickers on them. (Mrs. Tickle: Anything black and form-fitting. She especially enjoys leather)
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: A large, baggy t-shirt, any kind will do. (Mrs. Tickle: Anything)
Miscellaneous clothing: Mrs. Tickle loves to wear a black leather biker’s outfit that she once stole from a biker that had attempted to get fresh with her. She wears it proudly as a badge of honor whenever she is free from Penelope.

Character

Personality: Penelope and Mrs. Tickle unfortunately have completely different personalities. And it not uncommon to hear her arguing with herself because of it.

• Penelope Pepper is a sweet girl that rarely knows what it is like to be shy. When she sees someone she knows, she will wave enthusiastically, smile and attempt to chat them up, no matter what they are doing (unless she doesn’t like them). She is always smiling, always likes to see the best in people and trusts everyone implicitly. Her parents teachings never got through to her so Penelope does not have the hate for humans that they did.
  
• Mrs. Tickle is brash. She absolutely hates all humans and is disgusted by their very presence around her. All the teachings that Penelope tends to not remember, Mrs. Tickle knows inside and out. She believes in Homo superior! Because of this she will always take a mutant’s word over a human’s, even if a mutant is blatantly lying. But that does not mean that Mrs. Jezebel Tickle is stupid, she is actually quite intelligent. On top of that, Mrs. Tickle loves adrenaline rushes, simply because they keep her from burning out too fast and having to return to being that meek little girl Penelope. Guns, explosions, fast cars, fights, Mrs. Tickle loves them all!

Hobbies/ Interests:
Penelope –

• Coloring / Drawing (badly but she thinks they are pretty)
  
• Music
  
• Funny cartoons and movies
  
• Running and playing
  
• Pretty flowers

Mrs. Tickle –

• Guns
  
• Weapons
  
• Mutant Rights – She loves learning about mutants and what she can do to protect them.
  
• Fast Vehicles – She enjoys getting rides in whatever fast cars of bikes roll by.
  
• Mechanics
  
• Fighting / Working out

Job or part time job and description: Penelope is jobless (Mrs. Tickle: She usually just takes something whenever she wants it, especially if it is from a human.)
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:
Penelope-

• Water – she has an unnatural fear of water. It takes a lot of willpower for her to get into a bathtub or shower, and she absolutely hates going to the pool. Part of it stems from her just not knowing how to swim.
  
• Mrs. Jezebel Tickle – despite her happy, go-lucky personality, Penelope is actually terrified of Mrs. Tickle. She does not like letting her guard down and letting the voice in her head out. Sometimes…it just can’t be helped.
  
• Authority Figures – Penelope is terrified of police officers, lawyers, any person in a position of authority. It reminds her too much of that horrible day that her parents died.

Mrs. Tickle –

• Lack of Adrenaline – She fears not have a constant supply of adrenaline or she will slip back into Penelope.
  
• No Identity – Mrs. Tickle does have an underlining fear that Penelope will eventually win and overwrite her. Therefore Mrs. Tickle attempts to live each day to the fullest.
  
• Human Superiority – She does fear that eventually the humans will stamp out the mutant threat. But while she will fear it, she will never admit it.
  

Special talents: In both forms, she has a wonderful singing voice and tends to sing even when there is no music on. Penelope loves to dance at random and is damn good at hopscotch. Mrs. Tickle knows how to hot wire most cars and motorcycles.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Penelope is a good little girl who would never do anything bad. She believes in life, she believes in letting people be free and only wants the world to be embraced by rainbows and butterflies. Jezebel Tickle, though, would consider herself fighting for the good of mutants, but her atrocities against humans would label her as bad.

Mutations

Mutation description: Rage Form – Whenever Penelope gets angry, upset, or scared, something snaps inside the young girl’s head. When this happens “Mrs. Jezebel Tickle” takes over. When Mrs. Tickle does, she goes through a miraculous change. Her eyes shift from normal to looking like a pupil-less, yellow glowing infernos as a red ooze begins to pour out of her pores. Within seconds the ooze turns into flesh and compacts itself onto her body until she is encased within the firmly muscular frame of the entity she calls Mrs. Tickle. When Mrs. Tickle, this creature stands at a good 7 ft tall.

Strengths:

• Vewwy, Vewwy, Intimidating: While Mrs. Tickle, Penelope has a very terrifying appearance. She looks like a tall, full grown woman and is very muscular. Her glowing, molten eyes also adds to her intimidation factor as well as the sadistic smile that is usually across her face.
  
• Safely Tucked Away: When Mrs. Tickle is active, Penelope is actually safely protected inside the shell of muscular, red flesh. While inside she is safe from most none lethal harm unless Mrs. Tickle is stabbed, shot, or suffers some other kind of internal damage. When this happens, if Penelope experiences any kind of pain, she snaps away and the red flesh enters her body through her pores. But Penelope herself would have to be struck before Penelope’s personality will wake up enough to reign in Jezebel.

Weaknesses:

• Short Fuse: Though Mrs. Tickle can be quite charismatic, she does have a short fuse. If she is angered to the point of losing her cool (which can be quick) Mrs. Tickle will turn into a being of pure rage and anger. When she reaches this level of rage she can be hard to calm down and even harder to keep from attacking anything and everything around her.
  
• Shifting Time: It takes Penelope between a varying time of one to two minutes for the shift into Jezebel’s form to be fully complete. This amount of varies because it depends on Penelope’s stress level. If she is too stressed and struggles too hard to keep Jezebel back, it will only shorten the time for the ooze to seep out, cover her body, and seconds for it to harden into muscle.
  
• Burn Time: Mrs. Tickle can only maintain her body and for a maximum of about 48 hours. The reason is because her body begins to burn through so much energy to maintain this form that it burns out rather quickly. On top of that, if someone is able to help Mrs. Tickle to relax, her calming mind with force the her form to ease and retreat. After this, it will be another equivalent amount of hours before Mrs. Tickle can emerge again.
  
• Brrr It’s Cold: Mrs. Tickle burns hot. That is the source of her rage and her anger. But because of this, she is more susceptible to cold weather. She gets chillier far faster and it can greatly slow her down.

Secondary mutation description: Increased Strength – Because of Mrs. Tickle’s advanced and tightly packed musculature, when Penelope is in her rage form, she has added strength. Though she cannot move mountains or easily lift cars, she does possess a strength that rivals that of an Olympic grade weight lifter. At her peak in her rage form, Penelope can lift up to 1300lbs, but to reach this peek does require a bit of effort. Heavier than that and she cannot lift it.

Strengths:

• Pretty Good in a Fight: With her added strength, Mrs. Tickle can be a force to be reckoned with. Getting in a fight with her can easily become the worst mistake a person can get since she could easily break human bones.
  
• Dense Musculature: Because her rage form as a near-perfect musculature, it means that her body is indeed packed tight. She can take the blunt force of a baseball bat and barely be fazed by it. But a sharp weapon, whether stabbing, slashing, or even the bullets from a gun or explosions can harm her.

Weaknesses:

• Chilled to the Bones: Because Mrs. Tickle burns hot, whenever she gets too cold, her strength and her density drop significantly. Because of this, if a night is too cold, or she is surrounded by ice, Mrs. Tickle has the strength of her little girl alter-ego, Penelope, and can easily be harmed. Also, because of rage form running on heat, if she is dosed with water or buried in snow, Mrs. Tickle will easily recede back until all that is left is a semi-conscious Penelope.
  
• Don’t Squeeze Too Hard!: Though her strength is impressive, Mrs. Tickle requires a soft touch with everything. Even so much as picking up a glass, if she is not careful, she can shatter it with her grip. Though it has taken Mrs. Tickle practice to keep from breaking anything she picks up, she has some sort of control over it. But if she is not focused, she can easily break things without meaning to.

Fighting Style

Explanation: Penelope herself does not have so much of a fighting style as running away. But it is not running away from danger, it is running away in order to keep Jezebel at bay. If she is scared enough for Jezebel to come out, though, Jezebel is a force to be reckoned with. She fights with everything and anything she has, laughing the whole time.
Pros for fighting style: No one would suspect Penelope as being dangerous so she can easily run away. Mrs. Tickle, with her added strength, could easily take on most people.
Cons for fighting style: If Penelope is kept from changing, she is not harmful to anyone. If it’s too cold or Mrs. Tickle is running out of energy, she is far weakened.

Faction Allegiance
Unaffiliated


History Of Your Character
Penelope was born in the capitol of the American nation, Washington D.C. But Penelope did not grow up with the background of civic pride that most would have being raised in the bosom of the American government. Instead, Penelope was raised in an environment that saw the government and its human leaders as little more than a flaw that needed to be fixed.

Both her parents were crime fighters. But not the typical type of crime fighters, they fought for mutantkind everywhere, but typically it was at the cost of human life. Her father, a fire creating mutant by the name of Hellfyre, and her mother, a feral mutant who went by the moniker Gold Fox, deeply disliked humans. They felt that mutantkind should be the ones in power and that power should have been taken forcefully. But instead of seen as committing terrorist acts to prove their points, they masked such things by winning the hearts of mutants all over their city. They protected, they fought for, and the rescued any mutant who was in danger, no matter if they were guilty or innocent. To them, by garnering the trust of mutants, when the day came, they could rise up and take the power that should have been theirs from the beginning.

Oddly enough, though, Penelope didn’t quickly take on to their views on life. Though Penelope loved her parents, their words just didn’t seem right to her. So, with her bubbly acceptance of the world, she let their teachings slide off her…or so she thought she did.

During one particular day when Penelope was nine and skipping home from playing at the park, her life would change forever. Before she could start on her planned day of coloring, there was a sudden, sharp noise at her door. She looked up, wide-eyed as several S.W.A.T. Team members had burst in, guns raised. A pair of the men dashed to her and were ordered to get her to safety, but both her parents had burst into the room before they could get very far.

Penelope can remember little of that incident after that. She remembered feeling the heat from fire, and heard slashing of claws against skin, the metallic smell of blood was in the air. Then, the last thing she could recall was watching as her mother charged to grab her but was gunned down from behind.

Then, all Penelope saw was red. She blacked but she could swear that she heard a voice, both an alien and familiar voice, screaming out in anguish. This was followed by the sounds of battle and the destruction of life. When Penelope regained her senses, she found herself lying in the middle of what was left of her house, surrounded by many dead S.W.A.T. officers and her deceased parents. Penelope had no idea that she was the cause of most of that damage.

A whirlwind of confusion happened after this incident. Before long the authorities had gotten involved, her parents were labeled as terrorists and Penelope was shuffled into the state. But someone stepped forward to claim and take care of her…her estranged sister.

Lilith Pepper, her 25 year old sister had been deemed fit to take care of her. Apparently, Lilith left home when her parents realized that Lilith was a mere human and would never be a mutant. For years they had neglected to talk to her and it was to the point that Penelope never even knew that she existed. With a new guardian, Penelope was taken to New York City.

It was when she first moved to New York that she her powers began to develop further. The most startling effect was the addition of a voice in her head. A voice, the same that she heard that faithful day when her parents died, spoke and whispered to her in her sleep and waking hours. It ran through everything that her parents had tried to teach her, almost as if it were learning these words itself. Before long, Penelope soon developed an alter ego, a split personality that she fearfully called “Mrs. Jezebel Tickle” because of how much the voice loved to giggle.

But Penelope hid this from her sister. Well, she hid it as long as she could. During one particular day when she and her sister were out late, going for ice cream, a mugger attempted to rob the both of them. He manhandled Lilith and though her sister told her to run, Penelope stood her ground. Finally, watching as the man produced a knife from his belt, Penelope felt something snap. Mrs. Tickle’s voice screamed in her head before Penelope blacked out and felt something rushing all over her skin.

After Penelope blacked out, a red ooze poured out from her pores and piled upon itself, building up and up until she was completely encased in an entirely different entity. The creature that stood before both the terrified Lilith and the mugger was a 7 foot tall, toned of muscle, amazon that glared with fiery yellow eyes. The raven-haired creature screamed and spouting out how pathetic the human mugger was before she suddenly attacked.

Penelope awoke to being cradled by Lilith. When asked what happened to the mugger, Lilith merely shook her head, indicating that it was best she didn’t know. Quickly they hurried home. Unfortunately this would not be the only instance of Penelope’s abilities or of the alter ego known as Mrs. Tickle. Whenever Penelope got angry or was frightened, the struggle was evident on Penelope to try to contain the angry, foul-mouthed, human-hating, creature. From that point on, it was obvious that Lilith looked at Penelope in a strange light.

Unfortunately Penelope has little control over Mrs. Tickle. She does understand that when she gets upset, the chance of Mrs. Tickle overcoming her is present, so she tries her best to keep calm. A gift from her parents, a stuffed rabbit with the name of “Mr. Tickle”, seems to be the quickest way to calm her now so she always carries it with her.

Penelope can feel the struggle for Mrs. Tickle to constantly want to come out, as well as listen to her commentary about how pathetic humans are and how she wants to break out to have fun. Penelope counters this by retaining her sweet and bubbly exterior. And so she lives with this struggle to this day…

Roleplay
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Sample RP:
Penelope didn’t like this man. And that was a hard realization for Penelope to come to about anyone. She never disliked people unless they had done something really, really bad. But this man, he was just not nice. He talk a lot. Used a lot of big words. And whenever she tried to ask what the words meant, he ignored her and kept talking, prodding her with questions. How was she supposed to answer if he would not explain what “Dissociative identity disorder” even meant?

She huffed and continued to drag the crayon across the sheet of crisp white paper.

Penelope was a young girl, of only ten, sitting in the small, orange plastic chair, dressed in her large denim overalls that had the funny daisy embossed on the front of it. It always looked so happy.

Tight curls of ebony hair hung down on either side of her face as she kept her eyes on her drawing, ignoring now the man as he droned on about things she didn’t understand and that he would never explain. Pressed tight against her chest was the worn out, floppy form of her favorite toy, Mr. Tickle. His candy cane striped bunny ears lay flopped over her arm as she drew; it was a comforting feeling.

“Ms. Pepper?” a voice called out. But Penelope was nearly finished with this rainbow…”Ahem! Ms. Pepper!”

She blinked and looked up.

“Hmm?”

“I said…I wanted to speak to Jezebel today…”

Instantly the coldness began to wash over her face. Inadvertently she reached over and began to stroke the soft, terrycloth ears. She could feel the calmness struggle against the tightness that ran throughout her chest.

“I don’t want to talk about that, thank you, sir.” she whispered before she picked up her crayon again and began color in the red part of the rainbow. Bouncy curls bobbed as she hummed a song to herself, one that she heard on the radio one day that was really catchy.

“Ms. Pepper,” the man said with another, more violent clearing of his throat, “You won’t make any headway unless we talk about her. Lilith says that, Jezebel was very vocal with her last week.”

Penelope simply shook her head, a small smile on her lips as the song in her head started to completely drown out the man’s voice. The sounds of water and a cool breeze filled her ears, the sensation of being kissed by her mother’s extra soft lips upon her cheek, her father tousling her hair. It was such a sweet feeling that Penelope held onto it as she just about finished coloring in the red of the rainbow…when…

“Where is Jezebel, Ms. Pepper?” the voice broke in, a little louder this time.

She said nothing and tried to hold onto the song. But the red cracks began to fissure throughout her calm image. She shook her head as she held onto Mr. Tickle. He always kept her away, he always found a way to stop her from coming out to play…

“Mrs. Jezebel Tickle? Are you there?”

“No, don’t talk to her,” she squeaked.

“Jezebel? I want to speak with you…”

“Doooon’t…”

“Jezebel, my name is Dr. Fiennes. I need to speak with you urgently…”

“Stop it!”

“Jezebe—“

“I DON’T TALK TO ****ING HUMANS!!!!”

Dr. Fiennes was taken aback as the full grown, menacing voice fell from the little girl’s lips.

Penelope sat there, rocking and trying to hum to herself in her small voice, but it was quickly replaced by a much darker, violent one. Slowly she raised her head and instantly the doctor saw the innocent, sad eyes of the young girl disappear and were replaced with yellow so molten and bright it looked as if it came from the very core of the earth. Red seeped out of the girl’s pores and soon tightened and reformed around her body. Her body was soon buried inside the tight, muscular form of a much older woman with raven black hair that hung down low and a smirk that could light the world on fire.

“P-P-Penelope…”

“Naw,”[/b] Jezebel grinned as she tilted her gaze to him. “You wanted to talk?”[/b] a low giggle fell from her lips as she reached over and cracked her knuckles. “Hehehehehe!! Then let’s talk!!”[/b]