Individual Character's full name: Ryan Tagliamonte
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Tag, Sludge
Gender: Female
Age:15
Date of Birth: 10/26/1997)
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Halifax, NS, Canada
Nationality:Canadian
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Jewish. 50% German 50% Brazilian
AppearanceHair color and style: Tag does manage to have semi-long hair that, when not tied up, falls mid-shoulder blade. The wavy black hair is most often kept in french braids that are tied into a loose bun, or if she’s feeling lazy, just a sloppy bun.
Skin Tone:Light to medium olive in tone.
Eye Color: yale blue
Height: 4’11 [approx. 150 centimeters]
Build:Tiny, bony frame with most of her muscle residing in her legs from dancing around and running.
Visible mutation: When she burps, a visible vapor pours out of her mouth and disappears into the air.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: A scar on the back of her left calf, about an inch below her knee. It runs down to her heel and is the result of an accident from when she was a child.
Other features: Under her eyes is a galaxy of freckles that dot her round cheeks and the bridge of her snubby, baby-like nose
Everyday clothing style: Sweaters, hoodies, camisoles, anything made of similar material. She leans towards skate brand designs or solid colors—mostly cold like blues and greens and purples. She also buys or “liberates” them in large, some even reaching to her mid-thigh.
Uniform: (if applicable) N/A
Sleepwear: bra and undies!
Miscellaneous clothing: (if applicable) She tends to wear a white bandana around her neck. She’s under the impression it makes her look like a badass. The bandana has burns and tears in it from rough-handling.
CharacterPersonality: Childish is a relatively accurate description, both physically and mentally. She's got a head of steel and will not be swayed out of anything; once her mind is set there is no changing it, and she will openly voice her opinion, regardless of whether you want to hear it or even asked her what she thought. She's also easily amused and quick to change subject, rolling through conversation topics without a second thought. It's especially bad when she gets over-excited, which tends to be followed with hysterical giggling and dancing around.
When she isn't in a giggling fit, Tag likes to play it cool, acting calm and collected, and almost normal. She's got a quick mind and may jump to make a sarcastic joke, usually smiling or laughing at it herself. She's a very confident girl, and content with her surroundings and overall life. Tag is an optimist who loves to look on the bright side, and can often be overpoweringly so. She can definitely come off as annoying, and often does, but doesn't mind. She thinks that if people spend enough time with her, they'll eventually like her, even if they don't at the moment. She likes to think of herself as an acquired taste.
Hobbies/ Interests: Running is her hobby and how she blows off small amounts of steam. Pirates fascinate her. She often fantasizes about having a ship of her own and being king of the ocean. Ryan is very much a morning person and loves to eat healthy foods. Her weakness is juice, which she frequently binges on. She also enjoys watching Magic The Gathering games, though she doesn’t know how to play herself. She’s also a Farmville addict.
Job or part time job and description: N/A
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Ryan fears that her teeth may fall out or her throat will be burned from the inside due to her gift, despite there being no evidence of such things happening. She also has an extreme fear of anything doctor/hospital/lab facility related thanks to the stories from her grandpapi about WWII. This led to irrational discomfort in middle school biology as well as in hospital or general lab settings. Ryan has an allergic reaction to bee stings so she has a fear of them as well. She’s also very concerned for the well-being of her family members who are alcoholics.
Special talents: Ryan took gymnastics for several years, and is a fairly skilled acrobat. Almost circus worthy with the way she can balance on fine ledges and twirl in the air. Her movements are graceful and fluid. She’s also a strong runner with high endurance.
MoralityGood/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. Good intensions, naughty tendencies.
MutationsMutation description: the ability to projectile spit on command a sludge-like material that works similarly to acid, burning through whatever it lands on. Ryan is immune to it, of course, as the sludge is produced in her body. She can spit up to a distance of approximately six feet, depending on how she tilts her head. The sludge itself is just that—a disturbing gray-purple liquid that bubbles and oozes and rolls around with ease. As Ryan likes to reference, it looks like she’s spitting up the pokemon Grimer. Except clearly the sludge has no mouth or eyes.
Strengths: The acid can burn through many materials, including flesh, wood of different variations, rock, and metal. An added bonus is that Ryan has never experienced any form of stomach acid that she could feel burning through her throat.
Weaknesses and Limitations: As the acid burns through materials, it begins to dissipate and eventually disappear. So if she spat at the ground, it wouldn’t continue to burn to the center of the earth. Eventually, the acid would be eaten away by the material it was previously eating at (if there is enough of it to withstand the acid) and disappear. Also, the power is nullified by vinegar, and it will not work when submerged in any liquid, whether water, coffee or blood. Use of the power doesn’t take a physical toll on her body, other than leave a nasty taste in her mouth, and she can use it an unlimited amount. The drawback of unlimited use, however, is that it’s forced. She can’t spit anything
but acid. And anything she eats has the mild taste of the nasty acid, with the exception of drinks—hence her love for juice.
Physical AbilitiesGeneral Physical Capabilities: High endurance level, flexible body with fluid, graceful movements.
Fighting Style: Dodge and strike. Those years of gymnastics pay off when the enemy is swinging fists at Ryan. She waits until her opponents’ attacks get slower and heavy as they become fatigued, and then she’ll attempt to strike.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Her punches aren’t particularly strong, but her kicks certainly are. And Ryan is screwed if there isn’t enough room to dance around and dodge hits. She can do flips off of walls, but that can only save her so many times in a small room with an angry enemy.
History Of Your Character Isrelik[Ryan's grandfather] and his twin were the first in the family to discover the x-gene's capability. His child's x-gene was inactive, but he had the suspicion that it would return. His child grew up to have a wife and twin daughters of his own, and the children both (assumably) received the active x-gene (to the horror of their parents.) Ryan and Kaylen lived in a small suburban home until they were about eight, when Isrelik discussed the possibility of moving to New York from their home in Halifax, where it was thought that mutants were more widely accepted. So they scrapped money together, picked up their bags and left Isrelik and Canada behind to explore the great city of New York, much to the twins’ dismay.
Their new home was a two bedroom apartment, just barely enough to fit the family of four. But it didn’t stay that way for long. About a year after the move, Ryan’s father had been caught having an affair with a woman he’d drunkenly met and taken home from a bar. When Ryan’s mom found out, she was a furious mess, and left the family behind to start a new one with a loyal man. Ryan and Kaylen were left heartbroken. Their father resorted to booze and began to frequently bring home woman, all of which the twins utterly despised.
But the lowest point in Ryan’s life was just a few days before their fourteenth birthday. The two were very close, but they had begun to part ways and live out their own lives. Ryan was the weirdo who hung out with her few friends or ran or looked for peaceful areas within the city to take naps, and Kaylen socialized with the upperclassmen. She ended up getting a sixteen year old boyfriend, who had recently gotten his permit. To woo her, he took his dad’s car and offered to drive Kaylen to the diner for a birthday dinner, while Ryan was out with her own friends. Their car was sideswiped and veered off the road into an abandoned gas station, where the engine exploded. Neither made it out.
Police identified the body within the next few days, and the Tagliamontes got the knock on the door that nobody ever wants to get. Once again, the family was broken. Ryan lost interest in just about everything—school, friends, exploration, living in general. And her father gripped the booze like a lifeline.
At fifteen now, Ryan has, for the most part, recovered. She came to the conclusion that if Kaylen couldn’t live out her life, then Ryan would live out her life for the both of them, because that’s what her twin would want her to do. She picked up healthy habits to get back into shape, such as eating fruits and vegetables, and avoiding alcohol and drugs. She’d fallen too far behind to recover in her studies (which wasn’t saying much, as she had a C grade average) but tried to make it up by getting back into gymnastics (a hobby she picked up before elementary school and only dropped when her sister died,) running and
trying to support the family she had left. Now their apartment is very lonely, with Ryan supporting her father, who is still a heavy alcoholic. Not the abusive kind, just the depressed, apologetic kind. She tries to take care of him to the best of her ability, and if that sometimes means breaking the rules, then so be it.
Ryan herself had been taught by her grandfather that the x-gene might be in her, just like it had been in him and his twin sister, but she has yet to activate it.
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Sample RP: The shadow of a tiny girl rippled across the Hudson river’s murky surface under the dim light of a fading orange sky. With a twitch of her foot, a rock splashed into the water, making the image crawl as it pushed away from the impact. Ryan watched with a dull look in her eyes. Sunday was coming to an end, and Monday meant school again. That meant going back to class and seeing people—those whom she didn’t want to see or talk to. High school was rough, especially without her sister. Kaylen had been the social one who could make friends in a snap. Ryan was a little more on the strange side, and making strong, reliable friends was the bane of her existence. Acquaintances? Sure, she had a few of them. But nobody that made her feel at home. Only Kaylen and grandpa Izzy had managed to ever make her feel like that. One of those people was all the way in Canada, and the other was dead, which didn’t help any.
Not only was tomorrow school, but specifically it was the first day. Everyone would come in and meet and greet with each other, and Ryan would sit in the back, trying to be as sociable as possible, failing miserably. That tended to be a pattern at school. Everyone had their cliques, and those they stuck with. Ryan was a strange melting pot of many things, and yet managed to fit in nowhere. It made school pretty dreadful most of the time.
She spat bitterly into the water, the foam disappearing into the mud and filth and god only knew whatever else made up the content in the Hudson river. New York wasn’t known to be particularly clean. One hand moved unconsciously to the pocket of her jacket—a thin black zip up hoodie that still seemed like a ridiculous idea to wear in August with the brutal heat—and her fingers wrapped around a tiny plastic lighter. She drew it out and studied the object with a lack of enthusiasm. The lighter went with her everywhere, and if she lost it, she bought another one. Strange, as there was no use for it. She didn’t smoke, nor was she any arsonist of the sort. Her thumb rolled over the safety and a small flame sprouted from the top, its color matching the sky. Ryan sighed. At least clicking it was sort of fun.
