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Individual
Character's full name: Macie Delaney Knox
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name:
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Date of Birth: October 30, 1990
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Batsto Village, NJ
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Irish
Appearance
Hair color and style: Long and smokey brown, her hair is loosely curled and falls down to the middle of her back
Skin Tone: Porcelain and healthy
Eye Color: Steely gray
Height: 5-foot-even
Build: Softly toned and softly curved.
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: There is a jagged scar on Macie’s right thigh from an open femur fracture. Her palms and fingers also have a great deal of scarring (occupational hazard). There is an embarrassing tattoo of MIT mascot, Tim the Beaver, on her butt. Pierced ears.
Other features:
Everyday clothing style: Macie tends to either dress way up or dress way down. It’s either cutesy dresses with her hair and makeup done or she’s in sweats and looks like an absolute train wreck. There is no inbetween.
Uniform: Macie isn’t a fan. When she is in the garage, she has a jumpsuit that keeps off the grease but other than that? Nah.
Sleepwear: None.
Miscellaneous clothing: She has a thing for glitter.
Character
Personality: Macie is a mixed bag. She is as laid back as they come and a firm believer in rolling with the punches. She radiates a certain levity, an undertone of humor, that forewarns of her inability to take anything seriously. The grimmer the situation, the more likely Macie is to be inappropriately amused by it. It isn't anything dark or sinister, it's simply how she copes with unpleasantness. When given the choice between laughter or tears, there's no question which end of the spectrum Macie will fall on. If she is forced out of her chill, laid back persona and driven to her boiling point, it’s difficult to rein her back in. She doesn't back down because, quite simply, she doesn't know how, even if it's not in her best interest. She meets threats head on and without remorse.
She thrives under a challenge and the fastest way to get her to do something is to tell her that she can’t. There is some… general awareness of rules, but that’s the extent of her acknowledgment. It's not that Macie considers herself above the law, but she finds great delight in bulldozing through it, mindless of protocol or expectation. Stubborn and clever, impulsive and reckless, Macie rarely thinks things through. She charges blindly into situations without knowing details. Her "fly by the seat of her pants" lifestyle makes her appear to be live in a constant state of organized chaos and she she often comes off as a bit scattered or oblivious. That's not far from the truth. While academically brilliant, Macie is a bit of an idiot.
Macie has a great love of mischief, and an easy, albeit dark, sense of humor that she displays at every opportunity. For the most part she makes friends very slowly as her default setting is sarcastic and caustic. She deals with everything with a smirk, a dry wit, and a blatant sense of arrogance and indifference. Her mean streak isn’t dominant, but it’s certainly there and while Macie's temper is slow, it's ferocious. Once it's provoked to the surface it's best to just back away slowly. As wily as she is Macie is a terrible liar, much to her chagrin, though she's rather clever linguistically.
Hobbies/ Interests:
Gymnast/Parkour trained - Growing up in the woods definitely helped to fine tune her reflexes, moving to the city only helped.
Mechanics - While she can repair just about anything with an engine, her real love is designing anything that can go VROOM or BOOM! The majority of her income is actually from custom vehicle design and construction.
Job or part time job and description: Macie is a mechanic though most of her income comes from designs and blueprints she sells to the military.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:
Spiders - No. No. No. No.
Swimming - She’s just not a fan. Despite growing up on the coast, she has never learned to swim.
Incapable of being serious - Macie cannot and will not focus on the negatives of a situation and if she does it is only to poke fun at them. Sure this keeps her rather light-hearted but it also gets her into a good deal of trouble
Stubborn - Macie couldn't care less what you think. She's right and that's that. If anyone argues with her, Macie digs her heels in and refuses to budge
Idiotic - While Macie will happily discuss the intricacies of the effects of zero gravity on the muscular system, she'll fail to look both ways before crossing traffic.
Special talents:
Academically brilliant - Macie has a doctorate from MIT in astronautical engineering and a Masters degree in mechanical engineering from the University of Dayton
Humor - Macie has an unwavering sense of humor that has always served her well, whether keeping her strong in a dark time or defusing someone else's bad mood
Creative - For someone who's such an airhead, Macie's brain is always working. It just might not be doing what she wants it to do.
Independent - Macie can and will take care of herself. She's been doing it for so long that she probably couldn't give up control to someone else if she wanted to. And she doesn't
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. Macie is, she thinks, just a normal person. She would never go out of her way to hurt someone but if it comes down to her or them, she will choose herself.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Blood manipulation
Strengths:
With a touch, Macie can control the state/density, flow, volume, and the four main components of blood. She has to maintain physical contact to have any effect.
STATE/DENSITY - By altering the water in the plasma, Macie can alter the physical state of blood, making it gaseous, solid, or returning coagulated blood back to a liquid state. This ties in with the blood’s density. She can decrease the density making it easier to pull blood through the body without breaking the skin.
FLOW - Macy can direct the flow of blood and rate of flow, forcing it to speed up, slow down, change direction, or stop altogether. If blood is flowing out of a body, she can force it back in.
VOLUME - The volume of blood in a person’s body can be increased or decreased by manipulating the number of red and white blood cells, platelets, and plasma.
RED BLOOD CELLS - she can increase oxygenation by manipulating the red blood cells, giving her a greater endurance.
WHITE BLOOD CELLS - Macy can boost or obliterate an immune system
PLATELETS - She can force a wound to clot or force platelets to slide over each other (like hemophilia).
PLASMA - since blood plasma is primarily water, she can dehydrate (or rehydrate) a person by manipulating the ratios of elements in the plasma. She can change blood acidity thanks to the naturally occurring bicarbonate in the blood stream.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
RANGE - Macie needs to have physical contact in order to have any effect on another living thing.
HOW LONG - As long as she maintains physical contact, the blood will remain under her control.
HOW MUCH - So far, Macie has not had much experience manipulating other people’s blood, but that can quickly be remedied.
THE LIMIT - It isn’t Macie’s limit you have to worry about. It is the body’s limit. If she alters the blood too much in any direction, eventually it will kill.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Normal for a person of her size.
Fighting Style: Macie has all the fighting skills of a third grade bully. Lots of kicking, pinching, and if necessary... biting.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: People can kick, pinch, and bite back.
History Of Your Character
Macie was born in Batsto Village, NJ on the thirtieth of October, otherwise known throughout the state as 'Mischief Night'. It was a warning of things to come and her single mother watched it all without surprise. Chelsea Knox had a very hands off approach to raising her daughter. She left Macie to handle her own and the toddler was half wild. She grew up playing in the ER where her mother worked full time. She drew on old charts, terrorized med students, and once defibrillated a turkey sandwich before she declared it dead and ate it. Macie was underfoot and in an attempt to keep the toddler occupied, Chelsea intervened on behalf of the hospital and her own sanity and enrolled the little terror in gymnastics. Her hope was that it would tire the kid out, and Macie met the challenge without blinking. Something about flipping around and running full tilt at a stationary object suited the reckless little girl.
Unfortunately Macie played hard. Most of her childhood was spent in various slings and casts, band-aids became her signature fashion statement... but she was indomitable (or stubbornly reckless, depending on who was asked). The doctors and nurses who had always known her on sight gave the kid a crash course on first aid. As Macie got older, they introduced her to the joys of trauma medicine. By the time she entered junior high, Macie could set a bone (and man did that hurt), disinfect a wound, and administer sutures. She learned how to tend her own little aches and pains and Chelsea watched on with approval.
School for Macie was just one of those things she had to trudged through. It wasn't that she found the material difficult. She just didn't care enough to really apply herself. There were so many other things that she would rather have been doing and she made no apologies for it. She daydreamed and quipped, and only bothered to maintain respectable grades to meet her mother's' expectations. Anything less than her absolute best was unacceptable and Macie performed, rather against her will, to her mother's standards.
Chelsea didn't discourage Macie's rough lifestyle, though, and the girl's love of gymnastics evolved into an obsession with Parkour and the sprains and bruises turned into breaks and scars. When she was thirteen, Macie miscalculated a jump and wound up with an open femur fracture and a femoral bleed. That was the moment she manifested. Her body protected itself, the blood pouring out of her ripped artery and open break suddenly unwilling to actual leave her body or deviate from its normal route. What should have killed her within a minute, opened her eyes to a whole new world. She was a mutant.
And her manifestation gave her time to call 911 and wait for an ambulance to take her to the hospital.
When she told her mother, Chelsea did not seem at all surprised. She only tutted and told Macie she was just like her father (whoever the hell that was). Still, Macie was nothing if not determined to figure out this weird new genetic hiccup and thanks to her femur fracture, she had ten weeks laid up on the couch to think about it. There were only so many nosebleeds she could give herself before she got bored, though and Macie had to find something new to focus on while her leg healed. She started tinkering and suddenly discovered that she liked to know how things worked. She liked taking them apart, putting them together, and figuring out how to make them go BOOM. She graduated high school a few months later, and when it came time to choose a college major, there was no doubt where her passion was. Macie was a little young to go off to college but Chelsea wasn’t about to stop her.
For someone who detested school and everything that went with it Macie took her time graduating. She spent two and a half years at Dayton University, majoring in mechanical engineering, and another two years to get her master’s in the same. At twenty-four she finally had a shiny new doctorate from MIT in astronautical engineering and she promptly tossed it into a box and got to work as a mechanic out of a refurbished firehouse in Midtown, Manhattan. She liked the greasy, gritty job and it suites her.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: I exercised my google-fu
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No.
Sample RP:
Macie hated mechanical charades. She stared dully at the hefty, sweaty man that the tow had brought in while he made chugging sounds that she supposed were meant to imitate a spastic transmission. It still seemed more like he was a cow in labor but she got the gist. "Sir, why don't you just let me actually look at the car?" Mentally she added, Before you have a stroke trying to tell me via interpretive dance...
He actually laughed in her face and Macie did her best to keep her expression impassive. "Ain't there someone else here? Someone who knows what they're doing?" He may as well have told her to get back in the kitchen where she belonged. It would have been useless to explain that she had more degrees than he had brain cells.
Instead Macie leaned on the counter that separated them and smiled sweetly. “You’re welcome to wait.” It also wasn’t worth mentioning that she was the only mechanic who worked in the garage. The guy would be waiting for a long time.
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