Individual


Character's full name: Rachael Matthews
Alias/ Nickname/ Codename: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Date of Birth: 02/09/2001
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Perth, Australia
Nationality: Australian
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian- Australian, with distant Irish roots.

Appearance


Hair color and style: Rachael keeps her blonde hair rather short, the tips barely brushing her shoulders and her bangs swept to the side.
Skin Tone: An almost limey shade of green
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’3”
Build: Rachael has a rather athletic build, a childhood of netball and soccer giving her a runner's physique.
Visible mutation: I would imagine green skin isn’t normal.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: N/A
Other features: N/A

Everyday clothing style: Still not entirely comfortable with exposing her mutation to any random passersby Rachael often dresses heavily, even on the warmest of summer days. This usually includes jeans, a large pullover and a hat of some kind. In places she feels comfortable she will often forgo the pullover for a nice Tee, however the list of places she’s willing to do that is rather limited.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Pyjamas
Miscellaneous clothing: A gift she received from her parents, Rachael will generally be seen wearing a small metallic bracelet on her right wrist. Decorated by a small sun.

Character

Personality:
Bitter, cynical and with a small case of self-loathing, Rachael is the end result of years of government propaganda against mutantkind and the startling realisation that she is one herself. Like much of Australia, Rachael was exposed to heavy anti-mutant propaganda from all forms of government controlled media; television, radio and printed press each preaching their own view on the threat posed by these individuals. As such, Rachael and her family had a very difficult time coming to terms with her new ‘abilities’

Even after ‘moving’ to America Rachael has found it difficult to shake off the misconceptions instilled into her by her former homeland. After all she is living proof that not all mutants are dangerous, but at the same time she can’t deny that a significant percentage of them are. As such this confusion combined with a healthy amount of teenage hormones can make Rachael a tad standoffish and rude in social situations.
Hobbies/ Interests: Soccer, netball,
Job or part time job and description: N/A
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Rachael worries that her healing factor will slow down her aging process, she doesn’t want to watch everyone she comes to know and care about die. Mildly claustrophobic. People will judge her primarily on her mutation.

Special talents: Coming from a rather sporty family Rachael is no stranger to wounds and injuries, in fact as morbid as it may sound she actively welcomes them. Having had aspirations to get into the medical field before her mutation manifested Rachael has a surprising wealth of first aid knowledge.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Currently Neutral. Rachael’s morality has never really been tested before. She’d like to think that if such a situation arose she would do the right thing, however one can never be sure until they’re forced to make a decision.

Mutations

Mutation description: Photosynthesis- Much like the process utilised by various plants Rachael retrieves all the sustenance she needs from the combination of water, carbon dioxide and sunlight. This means that Rachael doesn’t need to eat or sleep in order to survive and can go for almost a week without water. However her capacity to function is limited by the amount of sunlight she has come in contact with, a full day in the sun can give her at most a day and a half indoors before she begins to feel tired.

Strengths: Rachael’s abilities allow her to draw in all the sustenance she needs practically anywhere, sunlight permitting of course. This gives her a surprisingly high level of endurance and stamina for someone her size, all with the added bonus of requiring no food and minimal water. Granted she has time to properly build up her reserves Rachael can probably last for a day and a half without access to direct sunlight before signs of weakness begin to show. This figure of course can be dramatically shortened by way of rigorous activity or necessary healing. Likely as a means to prevent her skin from becoming too damaged to properly absorb the sunlight, Rachael has accelerated regenerative abilities. Burns, lacerations and all manner of open wounds being healed in a manner of minutes with broken bones and other internal injuries generally taking up to a week.

Weaknesses and Limitations: Between the short daylight hours and frequent cloud cover there isn’t a lot of sunlight available during the winter months. As such Rachael becomes considerably more lethargic and can often sleep an entire day away. Perhaps a side effect of her mutation Rachael’s body no longer seems to know how to react to ingested food and liquids. She can still technically eat but after only a few minutes will begin to feel violently ill. As such though she’d love to act the part and join others for meals the illness afterwards is far too uncomfortable to consider.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: Rachael’s capabilities vary quite heavily depending on the season. During warm summers where the sun is beaming brightly Rachael possess considerable stamina and endurance, capable of prolonged physical activity. However her strength and speed are nowhere near as advanced, as such she is more capable of slow continuous effort than quick bursts. However in the winter it’s another story entirely. Generally the short daylight hours and heavy cloud cover leaves Rachael rather lethargic and as such her physical abilities are greatly diminished in the cold.
Fighting Style: Funny joke… You’re serious? Running away is a fighting style, right?.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: N/A

History Of Your Character

The eldest of two children, Rachael was born of Daniel and Rebecca Matthews in Perth, Australia. With both her parents having stable sources of income Rachael had a rather comfortable upbringing, nothing extravagant but more than enough for a enjoyable childhood. As such Rachael had a rather standard beginning to life: Friends, passion for sport, childhood crushes, all that jazz. In fact the possibility that either of their children could be mutants were about the furthest things from the Matthews’ minds as they watched their children grow up happy and healthy.

Unfortunately Rachael’s life was shaken upside down a few months after her fifteenth birthday. Rachael and her friends had recently taken up a hobby of hiking through some of the state's various nature trails. This particular trip saw Rachael and her friends, as well as a few guardians, hiking a small trail in the Darling Ranges. Rachael had been eagerly awaiting this trip for some time, so despite not feeling entirely well she jumped at the chance to go. That’s where things get a little bit hazy. Rachael doesn’t entirely remember the next series of events but from witness account it appears as though she slipped on some loose gravel, tumbling down a steep cliff face before dropping to the rockbed below with a sickening thud.

Apart from sharing a similar fate there was no short way down the cliff and as such the hiking group were forced to double-back and split up in an effort to find a quick way down. The first one to reach her was the father of one of Rachael’s friends, and the sight before him was one he’d never forget. Her skin entirely green and many of the scrapes and bruises already partially healed, Frank Devin watched in awe as Rachael’s unconscious form worked to rid her off all traces of the sickening fall. Frank was no fool, he knew exactly what would happen if he were to turn her over to the paramedics, an eighty percent chance the ambulance wouldn’t even reach the hospital. As such he picked her up and carried her back to his car, careful to avoid the remainder of their hiking party that was beginning to make their way down. Once he’d managed to get back to his car he sent a message to the other parents that he’d found Rachael and was going to take her to a nearby doctor himself, ambulances would take too long. Naturally there was protest but he ignored it, instead taking the girl straight home.

Rachael’s family wasn’t sure what to make of the scene before them, as Frank Devin carried their daughter/sister through the front door. Her green skin and torn clothes a sharp contrast to the state she’d left the house earlier in the day. After ensuring that Rachael was safely with family and that no word would escape his lips Frank bid the family good-bye and good luck.

Unconscious for just shy of two days Rachael woke with a start in her dark room, how had she gotten home? Was it all just a dream? Slowly she pulled herself out of the bed with a groan, she still hurt, she still felt stiff all over. Over to the window she walked and quickly threw open her blinds, light quickly poured into the room and Rachael found herself somewhat refreshed. With a great yawn she stretched her arms out before her, and filled the house with her screams. Rachael’s parents did their best to calm down their hysterical daughter, they explained that they’d tried everything from baths to medicine in an effort to restore their daughter’s natural skin colour but all for naught. As much as they wished it weren’t so, it appeared that she was a mutant.

Rachael spent the next week primarily in her own room, coming down for meals in an attempt to reclaim some of what she lost, though it was all for naught. Quickly the family discovered that Rachael couldn’t eat, her body simply refusing to digest any food and even some liquids, bringing it all back up mere minutes after the meal began. Rachael had become something she’d grown to despise, time and time again the media had proven that mutants were danger and had to be monitored. Yet here she was, hiding in her room, a danger to no-one. It made no sense, why did this have to happen to her.

It was well over a fortnight before Rachael’s trips outside of her room became more commonplace, with even the occasional venture into the family's backyard. However on one particular day the young girl was feeling rather adventurous. As such she before her family could object she threw on a large coat, cap and headed outside to gather the mail. After almost a month trapped inside the property Rachael felt great relief at being outside once again, her task almost forgotten as she just enjoyed the small sense of freedom. Apparently her actions caught the attention of a nearby jogger who while initially only slowed as he passed came to a complete halt as Rachael met his gaze. Rachael’s hat may have been pulled low over her face but she wasn’t completely covered, there was also the fact she’d forgotten to wear any gloves. As such there was still a small amount of uncovered skin that revealed her mutation, and judging by this joggers bizarre behaviour Rachael was willing to bet that he saw. Quick as a flash she moved first, her hands wrapped around the fresh mail before she bolted back inside. She could see it in the man’s eyes, the jogger had thought her some sort of freak.

It took only a few hours for the first car to arrive, an unmarked black holden that suspiciously hung on the other side of the street. After that another identical vehicle arrived within minutes. If they were trying to be subtle they failed. No-one knew what happened to mutants after they were taken, one could hope that it would only be for testing and the procuring of a potential cure. Those people probably also thought the sky was green. The government had spent her whole life convincing her of the mutant threat, that must be how they viewed her now, a threat. Without a word Rachael grabbed her heavy coat and ran out the backdoor. Before her family had time to react she’d leaped over the fence into the neighbour's yard, through their house and out onto a different street.

Thankfully, with the hood of her jacket pulled up and her hands firmly within her pockets the police saw Rachael as another member of the public and rushed to get her outside the lock-down. She’d gotten out but where could she go? The only place she knew wouldn’t turn her in was Devin household, so despite the danger she ultimately found herself out the front of her friends house. Mary and her father Frank quickly ushered her in, aware of the situation through the updates on both radio and television. They knew that Rachael had to leave the country but exactly how to accomplish that was the problem. Boarding a plane as a passenger was instantly ruled out. As was sneaking in the cargo-hold, dangerous and with the terrorist attacks of recent, downright impossible. That ruled out flying. Somehow they’d have to get her out of the country on a boat.

One stressful car trip later found the ragtag group at the Fremantle Harbour. If they were going to get out of the country on a boat they realised it would need to be a damn big boat. Sneaking into the workers area they came face to face with hundreds of cargo containers and a plan began to formulate. Rachael didn’t really need to eat or drink that often and as long as she remained asleep could easily last until the container reached its destination. With no better plan Mr Devin pulled open the door to the container and helped Rachael hide among the boxes. They had no idea where it was headed, but right now, with a manhunt going on for her it didn’t matter.

Roleplay

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Sample RP:

It was with a pained splutter that Rachael felt herself return to the world, the uncomfortable feeling of sharp rock against her back being the first indicator that something wasn’t quite right. ‘Wh… what is… where am I?’ She managed, the mere process of forming words a challenge to her addled mind. Ever so slowly she opened her eyes and immediately wished she hadn’t, the sunlight was blinding, as if the very star was inches from her face. She needed to sit up, this she knew. If Rachael was going to make sense of her surroundings she need to do at least that much. As such it was with great effort that she lifted her torso off the uncomfortable rock-bed. Her stomach hurt, her chest hurt, her arms and hands hurt. Everything hurt. Eventually though she pushed through the pain, every nerve above her waist flaring in agony but she managed to sit up.

From there she was able to see with unfocused eyes the terrain before her, rock formations as far as the eye could see interspersed with the odd tree or piece of foliage. Of course that didn’t explain her current predicament, what did however was the large cliff face that stood behind her. Painfully she craned her head up to take in the scope of what was likely the source of her fall, that was one steep cliff. Once again her vision wavered and this time brought with it a tightening in her stomach. Instinctively Rachael keeled over and felt the contents of her stomach empty themselves on the warm rock, black spots slowly filling her vision until once again she was met with blissful unconsciousness.

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