Character's real name: Iara Silva
Codename: Cascavel
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Nationality/Ethnicity: African American (mother)/ AfroBrazillian(father)
Birthplace: South Beach, Miami, FL
Personality: Iara is often know as Rara! for her upbeat personality. She is very in tune with the nature around her and loves the outdoors in the summer. When she does get upset she is a force to reckon with and she believes in vengeance with a passion. She is very loyal but not well grounded. She's a dreamer. Iara can be very spontaneous and surprises people easily.
Notes (hobbies, phobias, worries, etc.): She loves warm weather and hates the winter. Iara loves the water and pools and is killer at beach volleyball. She is afraid of roaches. Iara can be considered high maintenance at times because of the work she puts into her hair and nails and her love of shopping. She absolutely adores dancing and has not missed a year of carnival since she was born though she considers herself more spiritual and non-denominational, not catholic. She wears an ankh and a cross and knows enough Portuguese and Spanish to get by but is not fluent. Iara is very talented in the art of Capoeira and owns two motorcycles which she tricks out for shows.
Side (good, bad, or neutral): good
Everyday clothing:
i121.photobucket.com/albums/o221/freshgal/Iarasweetie.jpg Iara's outfits change all the time. Many times she wears very girly short fitted dresses but most times you will find her in capris with suspenders she lets hang from the waist, a fitted hip hop tee and a pair of heels. She lives in heels.
Uniform (optional;if you become an X-Man, your uniform will receive an X-Men logo): Dark green tight shorts and and off the shoulder long sleeve shirt with matching spike heeled boots.
Pajamas: boy shorts and a baby tee
Hair color and style: Mid-back and wave with the back being a natural dark brown with dark red high lights and two inches of the front is bright red with honey highlights.
Eye color: dark brown nearly black except when about to strike they're gray with reptilian slits.
Height: 5'8
Build: curvy but defined due to years of dancing
Scars: none
Tattoos: none
Piercings: two in her left and right ear lobe and one at the top of her left
Description of ability(ies): Cascavel gets her name from a venomous snake in Brazil. Not only does she have a gland in her mouth capable of making enough concentrated venom to kill a full grown horse she also has increased flexibility. Tiny but powerful muscles contract her body and her bones are also flexible and bend to the workings of these muscles. The entire process is not painful but depending on the size of the place she must squeeze through it can take time.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies): Cascavel's venom acts slow and if over used she can run out for a twenty four hour period.
Fighting style (if any): Guerrilla
History of your character: Iara was born to a well off family. Her mother owned a soul food fusion restaurant and her father owned a Capoeira studio. She has lived in South Beach for all of her life and made more than enough money to live off of fixing bikes. Her venomous powers manifested during an attempted rape where she blinded her attacker while the flexibility seems to have been there forever. She has 3 brothers and 1 sister but seems to be the only one with powers in the family. Despite this she is well loved and decided to come to New York on her own terms.
Sample RP: " Iara think about this, is this really something you're ready to do. You're only seventeen honey. " Iara's mother sat at the table holding her daughter's hand as the weight of her words crushed upon her.
"Mama this is something I want. Something I feel is good for me. New York is a good place." Iara smiled comfortingly as she patted her mother's arm.
"What about all the violence up there? It isn't safe for a girl your age."
"Oh and Miami's a skip on sunshine. I'll be fine Mama. Just fine. You raised me right. Besides, I'll be at the school. They'll take care of me. I can get better with my powers. I'll email you every day. I promise. Mama, I want this. I need this."
Casandra pursed her lips and stared into her daughter's eyes, her eyes. "I guess."
"YES!" Iara jumped up and hugged her mother dearly. "Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"Wait, wait, wait. Only if your father agrees."
Iara nodded but her smile didn't fade. Her father would say yes, she knew it. Her heart beat was quick with anticipation.
