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Jun 4, 2021 6:07:36 GMT -6
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Character's full name: Martha Anne Cooley
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Gypsy
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Date of Birth: 01/01/1995
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Louisville, KY
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Romany Gypsy
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dark, straight, and long
Skin Tone: Olive/Tan
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'4"
Build: Slender
Visible mutation: n/a
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: n/a
Other features: n/a
Everyday clothing style: Flamboyant sometimes, but conservative other... During formal events, she is obligated to wear the biggest, boldest, most gaudy dress money can buy.... Most of the time, it is skimpy stuff like short shorts and tank tops or something non-Gypsies prefer to wear (i.e. understated clothing that serves to keep attention off of her.)
Uniform: n/a
Sleepwear: Whatever is most comfortable. If she is wearing soft clothing during the day, such as a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, those become her pajamas. She is not really picky about whether she sleeps in every day stuff or goes to get actual sleep wear on, just so long as she isn't wearing jeans and certain undergarments that might have underwires.
Miscellaneous clothing:n/a Note: All of the big and flashy gowns were too big to fit in her duffel, there is nothing but normal clothing.
Character
Personality: Being raised a Romanichal Gypsy, she was always exposed to loud and bold lifestyles. She only pretends to fit in with her large, loud, family, when really: she wants nothing to do with the rather strict life of a gypsy: A girl must learn to cook and clean for their eventual husband, she must remain pure until marriage to the point where she is not allowed to kiss a man who courts her as it damages her reputation, and she must not marry outside of the culture or she will face possible shunning from those in the community. For example, if she finds a man who is not a gypsy, and he asks her to marry him, he will most likely not get to marry her even if she says yes, for her mother and father would be furious. She tended to be quiet when on her own, and liked to dress a lot more like an outsider... A gorger, but everything changed when she was on stage, just her and her fiddle. Then she embraced her gypsy self out of guilt for not wanting to be part of the lifestyle. Right now, she is getting a feel for herself and and enjoying the freedom.
Hobbies/ Interests: Singing, playing violin, music in general, sound, art.
Job or part time job and description: Unemployed - though she will play for money on the streets.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: She is deathly afraid of spiders. Just sayin'. She is worried about where she is going to go with her life, for she is running away from the stifling family of hers.
Special talents: She can draw!
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good but that could change.
Mutations
Mutation description:
She can move things through telekinesis with the sound of her violin or singing voice (the sound of her own music, more specifically), and concentrating on the object(s) in question so as not to move things she does not mean to. Things will lift from where they are set when she wills them through the power of music, including but not limited to: Small objects, some larger objects (no more than 150 lbs or split between the objects), small sized people, and smaller animals. She can turn screws or do things like unbuckle belts if she tries hard enough, but that takes much more thought and energy and tends to give her a head ache. The object tends to lift slow at first, but she can whip things fast if she concentrated hard enough, and that also causes head aches and has a limit of speed (She can lift a 150 lb object and whip it at about 10mph, enough to go through a 2x4). It takes, perhaps, a few minutes for her to be able to get the power going, and she has to want to move the object for it to move, though there are times when she moves things without meaning to. Her power works best closer range, however, she can toss them as far as half a football field if she wanted to. Most times she does not, however, and sticks to a radius of about 20 feet, especially when in close quarters where space is limited.
Strengths:The better the sound she makes, the bigger the movement and the further away she can move things... For instance, if she is singing a powerful opera and hits all the right notes with gusto, the object will lift and move smoothly to where she imagines she wants the thing in question,
Weaknesses and Limitations: If she has a sore throat, or is out of key, or has even a broken string on her fiddle, things either get hectic or don't happen at all. For example: Hitting a sour note would cause the object to either crash or not lift at all. Her limit is about 50 yards... It starts to weaken at about 25 yards. Also, she couldn't sneak up on anyone with having to make noise... Unless she was going to use hand to hand, that is. She cannot life super heavy objects, it is just like lifting with her hands... She would not ever be able to lift a large statue unless she had help. She cannot use her power more than twenty times or so a day... The more she uses her power, the more she is drained and she tends to get head aches and feel tired. She has never pushed herself hard enough to see if anything more dangerous happens, but she might get nosebleeds if she tried to go over her limit. She cannot lift the object for more than ten minutes, or the above happens. It does cause her mind to open up to possible psychic attacks, specifically weak to mind control.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: I would say these are your average capabilities
Fighting Style: She is a scrapper, she can fight the way a gypsy girl does, with tooth and nail and keeps going until someone wins..
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: She isn't strong, but she is fast. She has a good right hook occasionally, but it wouldn't do much damage to someone else. The good thing about being fast is being able to dodge hits a bit better, even if not hitting well.
History Of Your Character
Martha was born to Rodney and Alisha Cooley into a community of Gypsies that were situated in a tight-knit community in Louisville, Ky. She was a rather quiet child and took to music right away, and was the apple of her dad's eye in the beginning. She is the oldest of ten children, and her mother keeps having more babies so who knows how many siblings she might end up with?
It was a rather loud time of life to live in that community. There were always parties, always screaming Gypsies being kicked out of venues, and always a fist fight at least once a week, depending on what happened.
At about the age of fourteen, her mother threw her coming out party in hopes of getting a husband for Martha since she herself had gotten married at fourteen and gave birth to Martha at fifteen. It was just a way of life that Gypsy girls got married really young. Martha had other ideas and began to resent the lifestyle. It was because of her anger and frustration with all of the loud things happening that she first discovered her Telekenesis. She was singing one day, at about age 15, after being yelled at to clean the whole house, and the phone flipped off of the coffee table onto the floor. She had been lucky that nothing was broken.
The rest of her childhood was spent with rebellion and trying to learn more about her gift. She figured out she could hone her skill best with singing and fiddling. Another gypsy girl in the community also discovered some gifts, and was not afraid to voice this until the rest of the community shunned her for demonstrating powers that were considered a curse from the devil. Not ready to leave the fold, Martha kept her mouth shut about her own gifts.
Her last straw with the lifestyle was when she got caught kissing a man in her adulthood. So what? She was grown, right? She was yelled at and called a woman of loose morals. Her father was very angry with her and kept asking what he did wrong in raising her that she had to go and do a thing like that. That was when she decided it was time to leave. Ever since, she has been roaming the country, looking for her slice of heaven.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Kimmie
Where did you learn about this site?: Werecat
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Xavia A. Worshahlai
Sample RP:
There had been much yelling from all around; pushing and shoving, anger, and even a few fists. That was what always happened at a Gypsy party... There were way too many hot heads in attendance, hurt feelings galore. For Martha, she was glad to be walking away from this life, even though it was all she knew. She knew she would never be accepted back in the community for thumbing her nose at tradition, but it couldn't be helped. She was tired of pretending to be happy with spending money on those ugly dresses that had way too much weight to carry, the bruises at her waist that hurt for days after, and the clucking of tongues if there was not enough bling sparkling on those blasted, horrible gowns.
The parties were the only time a girl could dance with a boy, and she was dancing with a widower, not because she wanted to, but because he looked sad and she felt bad for him. But because he got too handsy in front of her brothers, all hell broke loose and there was fighting. She couldn't deal with it anymore. She wasn't out looking for love and courtship, she was just trying to do her own thing. Besides, at 22, she was an old maid to them all.
Martha hated to have to sneak out in the middle of the night, but it couldn't be helped. She left a note explaining that she wanted to be done, and they would never find her because she would live where and how she wanted, but not to worry because she was safe and leaving of her own free will. She packed up her army duffel that she bought second hand, packing only clothes and some cans of food she paid for with money she earned herself, a few boxes of dry goods, and some peanut butter... Of course there were other little things as well, too many to name that she could stuff into the vast nooks and crannies within that bag... Lastly, she grabbed her violin, and she crept to her window. She opened it up, gently dropped her things to the ground, and climbed out like a petulant child.
By the time she was on the road, having spent money on a bus ticket to at least the next town over, she was feeling wealthy with freedom. No more having to slave away cleaning up for people who didn't appreciate her hard work, no more getting yelled at for her choices in lifestyle, and no more being pressured to marry. She was pretty happy with her choice!
It had been a month since she left home... She had seen some of the world, snapping selfies at particular landmarks just to develop and put into the beat up car she bought, putting down the highway to life's next adventure. That was when the idea popped up into her head to go to the Big Apple. She would be a star, she thought, playing her fiddle or singing and dancing on broadway.
Of course, the rickety car barely made it to the traffic clogged streets of New York City. She could hear the clunking of the engine as it threatened to stall somewhere in Manhattan, or wherever she was, she didn't know. “Come on... Come on, baby... You can do this...” But it didn't listen to her, obviously... Persnickety car was persnickety car and with several clunks of protest, it stalled and the vehicle rolled to a slow stop.
And this... Was her grand entry to New York, the city that never slept. Just great.
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