Character's real name: Trista Evans…but call me Tris
Codename/Alias: Blast
Gender: Female
Age: 19 and a fake ID
FP: 29Nationality/Ethnicity: Australian,
Birthplace: Sydney
Personality: Fun, sassy, witty, and sarcastic…verging and sometimes tipping over into being a cocky smart ass… Trista is certainly an interesting person to be around to say the least- even if she does have a jaded worldview. She is a social person to the untrained observer…a flirt and a tease and if your not careful, rather manipulative- this is probably stemming from the massive amount of willpower Trista has amassed over the years when training her gifts, as she might also try to work her will on other people if she gets the chance. She seems fearless, buts its just an act- if you try to go deeper, she had many defenses up to keep people from getting to close- close ties only get you in trouble, if you only have yourself to worry about, you don’t get hurt….and neither does anyone else. Tris plays by her own rules and has her own moral compass to live by, even if it is slightly skewed from that of normal folk. She’s loyal to those who prove themselves, but otherwise all bets are off. She doesn’t particular like non-mutant humans only because of the views they have towards her if they find out what she can do, and though she will hurt if she has to, she will scare and threaten before resorting to this.
FP- She's still the jaded Tris.... only more so. Though, due to some 'slippery slope' circumstances, there have been some issues in the past 10 years that have definitely lessened her qualms about hurting others.Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.):
Hobbies- Dancing, singing- in the shower, and she used to love painting- but hasn’t had the opportunity in awhile .
Phobias/Worries- She doesn’t like not being in control of a situation- this includes people probing into her head, hates being called a freak by the un-informed…..its kinda a thing with her, and absolutely hates and fears her hands being incapacitated, since that’s where her power comes from (she thinks).
FP- Still mostly the same, yet it should be mentioned the development of some slight overreaction towards people close to Tris lying to her. Allegiance (Good, Bad, or Neutral): Neutral- and prone to wavering
Tris is Kabal with close ties to the Order.
Everyday clothing: Mostly Tris is most comfortable wearing tank or singlet tops, with jeans and hard-wearing boots, and perhaps a jacket when cold. Her colour is black and if she had a style it would be leaning towards grunge/goth stuff. However, she can fit in most company and dresses accordingly to blend in.
Pajamas: Not usally;) But if she has to, a singlet top <reads- kiss me, love me> and short shorts <reads: bite me>
Hair color and style: Tris has short, dark red hair- at the moment, the colour and style can vary with necessity and mood.
Eye color: Watchful liquid brown eyes
Height: Tris is not exactly the tallest girl in the world, measuring about 160cm.
Build: Medium build and physically toned
Scars: Acouple, nothing major though, mostly nicks and scraps from afew fights and “accidents” from shards of glass and so on, can barely see them though.
FP- Past scars have miraculous disvoled, and yet Tris has required many new ones......the curious thing is a lot of them look like puncture marks 
Tattoos: No, but wants one
Piercings: Ears
Description of ability(ies): Tris’s mutancy lies in Temporal Stasis- the ability to control the speed of molecules in an object. She channel’s this power through her hands by waving them at object in question and focusing on it (she thinks her power comes from her hands….but it could be a mental thing she doesn’t know the science of it). While she’s been using it most of her life, Tris has yet to find the limits of her power- cause she never tried, she’s more focused on control.
Tris’s ability to control the speed of molecules in an object has grown and been refined as to ten years of practice practice practice.
-She has yet to find a definitive limit to her powers, yet...
-She now has a greater awareness of molecules about her.
-She doesn’t have to use her hands to direct/aim her powers, though she sometimes still does out of habit.
-She now has a firmer grasp over her emotions, and they don’t hinder her concentration- mostly anyway.Her main power is molecular combustion, which she has had from an early age and so has the most control over. Its triggered by anger, so Trista has to be careful about her control- cause despite her issues, she doesn’t wanna hurt anyone…..unless they hurt her first…or threatening to hurt her first….or looking like they wanna…..or they bug her;)
Molecular combustion, allows her to “blow up” stuff- The power to speed up ("heat") molecules in an object until they lose molecular cohesion, effectively causing the object to disintegrate or explode pretty much instaneouseouly. She hasn’t met any matieral she could atleast make a decent dent in…but then she hasn’t seen everything yet. Trista uses this power to explode things usually, or atleast deflect things flying at her, but if she concentrates, she can also sometimes “aim” her power at the air infront of someone, effectively flinging them back <however she hasn’t tried this much, cause of the risk of what could happen if things go wrong.
FP-
Tris now has greater control over the combustion thing, giving her a greater range of things she can achieve.
For example
- she can entirely disintegrate an object, slowly or instantaneously as she chooses.
- she can achieve a rather crude form of telekinetic like activity by applying combustive force before or behind an object to force it in the opposite direction.
- she can ‘dial’ down the speed used when disintegrating objects to just ‘heat’ it up- very effective when a hot cup of coffee is needed.
- following on from this, Tris has discovered a very destructive way of using this ability by applying it to the human body.
Basically, using her 'heating' ability to raise the temperature in an opponents body, making their blood boil and organs sear, while leaving the body intact and the mind alert= very painful for the victim.
This is a rather gruesome gift, but would come in handy for interrogations ect.Tris’s other power of molecular immobilization, she has less of a handle on as it came later, though she wants to cause she can see the use in it. This power only activates now when shes really stressed, anxious, or in danger- a real defense mechanism.
Molecular Immobilization, allows her to simulate time stopping for alittle while so she can get away…or fight, whichever. Actually what happens is, she has the power to slow down ("freeze") the molecules in an object or person until they effectively stop moving- this is not harmfull. This only works for a limited amount of time before the object “unfreezes” and starts moving again. It also only works on a limited distance.
FP-
-Tris now has greater and more delicate control over this side of her talent as well. She has conscious control of her freezing power and can ‘freeze’ a far greater area for a longer period of time.
-a sub sect of this new control of the slowing down of molecules, as that Tris could, if she wanted too, jump off a high building and not be harmed. To explain, she could slow the air molecules around her, so it would be like she was falling through treacle or water, or something of a much thicker consistency than air, allowing her to survive the fall.
-Consequently, Tris could also ‘freeze’ air or water into a solid platform below her, allowing she to move across surfaces more easier than normal. Another application being the practice of trapping people or object by cocooning them in solidified air.
FP- New Healing Ability
It was suggested, that since Tris can speed molecules up, she would have found by the plot’s time frame that she can heal herself or another much quicker than normal by essentially ‘speeding up’ the body’s healing process, so that what might normally take weeks, would take minutes or hours. The basis of this process would be that Tris speeding up the rate of cell division, accounting for rapid healing.
The major consequence of this ability would be that, essentially, Tris would be rapidly and prematurely aging her cells and herself, or any others she healed. As such, this ability would not be used lightly or easily, and a concentrated meditation would be required to achieve any degree of healing.
However, to get around or balance the complication of premature aging, Tris will have found that using she can use her other Molecular Immobilization ability to combat this, basically, monitoring herself and her health closely, and if need be, being able ‘slow down’ the body’s internal degradation- putting cells into a kind of stasis and essentially, if not halting, at least slowing down the aging process.
Problem-
Obviously, if Tris could keep a high degree of focus up for this ability, she could live, if not forever, a good long time.
- However the degree of focus required to essentially 'stop' her cells agings completely would mean she would have to concentrate on just this for every moment of every day- not a fun way to have an actual life, so there would be some balance there.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies): Trista tries, she really tries to keep an even temper and keep her emotions under control and her powers under wraps…..but her power comes from her emotions, it amps it, and the emotion that is most connected to molecular combustion is anger……so don’t get her angry, just don’t, unless you happen to be a invulnerable or regenerating mutant.
“Freak” is kinda the magic trigger word with her, and by magic meaning exploding mountains of pain….she just doesn’t particularly like that word is all.
Also she can get tired, drained and alittle headachy if using this ability for an extended period of time- like any more normal ability.
The Molecular Immobilization only works in high stress situations at the moment, using the same motions with the hands, and it will happen subconsciously- there is no conscious control.
The biggest weakness however is incapacitating Trista’s hands, where to her mind, her power works from- she can fight, but do that and tie her up, and she’s effectively powerless.
FP- Tris doesn't get that tired and headachey any more, and has more, if not complete control over her emotions taps to her abilities.
.....However, since she's been getting stronger and developed a way of atleast slowing down aging, Tris might, possibly have abit of a superiority complex.
Of course she can still be rather easily killed by the right person, but her issues now tend to lean towards supreme over confidence where she could overlook things a more cautious person would recognise.Fighting style (if any): Whatever works- She fights, not so much fluent marital arts as a mixture of down and dirty street fighting where the objective is to get the other person down as quickly as possible and makes them stay down, using any thing or advantage that comes to hand, including but not limited too- a handy elbow, a bottle, a trash can lid, and her powers.
A weakness here is, she does rely on her powers a lot in a fight…however she does know how to fight without them
History of your character:
Born in Australia to family of 5 children, Trista was the middle child, and she quickly learnt to keep herself to herself. Tris’s powers first kicked round 6 or so, about the time her older brothers and sisters were teasing her about something for the millionth time and she got so annoyed with them she felt like she’d explode…and she did in a manner of speaking……and so did the couch across the room, springs and metal and wooden splinters flying towards them all….no one was seriously hurt more than concussions all round and some headaches and minor abrasions, which was a happy accident… and any freak explosions were explained away as hallucinations. Only the siblings suspected anything, and were edgy around her for awhile….they never said anything, but she could tell, but she didn’t use her gifts round them again so they could notice and they eventually forgot, and things went back to the way they used to be…..her family employing that particularly fascinating human compulsion to conveniently forget what was not possible- dismissing it as a phase or dream. Tris learned the benefits of independence and being alone from this early experience, cause kids don’t like kids that can blow their Barbie dolls head off, and adults don’t like kids who can blow them apart…makes them alittle nervous for some reason.
Growing up she lead abit of a double life- going to school and all the “normal” stuff, and developing her powers in secret as best she could by herself, including self defense training <read street fighting- courtesy of some of her more disreputable friends>, and meditation to help control her emotions. Her abilities earned her a place in some groups engaged in rather illegal pursuits, aka, gang war stuff, and they taught her some good tricks and they had some fun if interesting times……however, eventually she almost got caught and woke up to the fact they were using her and didn’t really care in the slightest about her well been so she quit.
Trista did develop quite a silver tongue for explaining away scars and scratches and holes in the wall…..she was just thought of as a rebellious teenager. It was luck more than anything she wasn’t caught. Trista trained herself but she always knew she could do more if she had someone to teach her, but doubted anyone could….until the news showed more and more instances mutant activity…a lot centered in America and a lot centered in and around New York….that was where she had to go.
Finishing school and training in bar and restaurant work and Trista was all set, telling her family she wanted to backpack across the world…heading to New York first off….ummm, cause it looked interesting. She flew and saw and got an apartment and got a job, working at some fairly dodgy places- but she could hold her own…..and it was cash in hand, and continued her search for a mentor, a teacher she could actually look up too…..maybe even a friend who wasn’t afraid of her.
She hasn’t actually met any mutants yet, but would like too…
Sample RP: The booming music was so loud, one couldn’t so much hear it as feel the vibrations coming up from the floor. Trista didn’t mind though, she was kinda used to the sound now and was prepared- wearing earplugs. She was working behind the bar of an underground nightclub- underage of course, but you’d be amazed at what a fake ID and a well-placed smile could do for a girl. She smiled when she spotted Remi- he was taking over her shift, she picked up her stuff and slapped his arm slightly in the affectionate “tag your it” style game they had going and waved goodbye. Tris hoped over the bar and slide deftly onto the packed floor, slipping between gyrating bodies, using arms and elbows to advantage and slowly pushing her way to the exit and fresh…er air. She flashed a farewell smile at the security guy on the door and walked down an alley towards the back of the building aiming to take one of her many “shortcuts” home, breathing deep and waiting for her ears to stop ringing…..
……the dark nexus of alleys she walked down were the sort no body should walk alone…..especially a young women on her own….. The fact that this particular girl walked with a certain confidence and a look that said she damn well owned the place was the only thing that seemed to keep most of the denizens of the shadows from moving in…..curiosity is a powerful thing.
To Trista’s slowly returning hearing, the sounds of the night and the city made way for the strong tread of boots and a nasty scrap of steal, together with a glint of a sharp shiny metal in the moon light……the boots were getting closer.
A soft and deep voice slide out of the night’s shadows behind her, overflowing with threatening undertones of violence and malice…..he’d obviously done this before.
“What cha doing out so late little girl.”
Trista rolled her eyes at the unoriginal and clichéd comment.
“Just passing through.”
She said in a non-confronting manner as she slowly turned round and raised her hands, to show him she had no weapons ….but mostly to raise her hands that much closer to “aiming” range.
“Little girls shouldn’t be out so late on their own”
The brutish man continued his clichéd role in the manner of a script well versed, walking slowly towards her, holding a large knife- a dark symbol of his supposed power here.
…..he stepped forward again, deliberately, getting ready to use another well rehearsed line on the easy …..Trista didn’t let him get that far, she looked watchful and considering more than anything.
She drew her hands closer, aiming by flicking them at the ground about a meter from the mans feet….A small explosion of dirt and gravel and rubbish followed, blowing up into his face and the force pushing him back afew steps….his gruff face changed expressions, through shock and surprise to suspicion and a twinge of fear, his grip on the knife increased and his legs tenses and he got ready to jump her.
“Oi! Your one of them aint you!….One of those FREAKS from the news….they should git you all up together and nuke the damn lot of ya ..
<<<AT the word freak, Tris’s face seemed to freeze in a smile, but there was nothing nice about it. Everyone has their thing that makes them crazy, be it- but not the last cupcake, or- just don’t touch my stuff….the guy just happened to say the wrong thing. With no visible emotion, Tris waved her hands at the knife and concentrated……it exploded in the mans hand, sending metal fragments at high velocities everywhere….including towards him >>>
AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!.”
The man face erupted into a rictus of pain as the sharp metal pieces lodged in his soft skin and he screamed, and that hand never would be useable again without a really really great surgeon…but he would live, even if he may wish he hadn’t. The screaming turned into a lot of gurgling sob and blood seeped freely from any number of wounds. Tris watched dispassionately as the man cried over his broken and blood-soaked hand for awhile before turning and walking away, tossing a casual comment over her shoulder before fading into the night.
“You really should be more careful…….”
Walking home, she stopped at a payphone and called the ambulance to where the guy was, incase he was still there
….she wasn’t completely heartless after all……
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