Character's real name: Nash Bryant
Codename/Alias: Nest
Gender: Female
Age: 16
26Nationality/Ethnicity: English
Birthplace: London, England
Personality: Shy toward strangers and people she doesn't know. Nash will always put on a polite face of young innocence around those she doesn't know well. Once she is comfortable with the people around her, Nash's personality does a complete flip. Kind and friendly but obviously not as polite or innocent as first thought, Nash has the very typical sarcastic English sense of humor and a love for all things strange or creepy crawly. Nash is often seen as the kid laughing at the adult jokes she isn't supposed to get. A good advice giver and intelligent person Nash really does try to take it day by day although her worrisome nature and almost complete inability to say no or fight against the begging of friends often gets her a little in over head. Nash isn't the type of person to take charge and is happy to follow others lead rather then go it alone or have people follow her. Being content not to be in the front of things Nash often isn't the glamor gal or rights fighter. She knows whats good and what isn't and tries to steer people in the right direction with kind words and a firm push. Nash is always afraid she has pushed things to fast or hard though. She worries a lot about how other people will react to her and is constantly worried about ruining a good friendship by doing or saying something stupid. She will often do something with out thinking and then worry about it for days. She tends to worry for other people and neglect her self both physically and emotionally and hates when other people are hurting and she can't help or they won't let her. This can leave Nash stressed out and tired, which then causes her to snap at others and then regret it later. Nash will always be the first to apologies and sometimes will apologies for something that she doesn't need to apologies for because she thinks everyone is secretly blaming her. Though her temper may flare at times she is normally easy-going and isn't easily freaked out.
She is still polite but is now less controlled in her manner. She doesn't worry as much as she used too and she doesn't strive so hard to make others happy. She has little to no temper and an iron patience but is often the one giving the push rather then being pushed. She is still worried about how people react to her powers but speaks of them more freely. Notes: She worries a lot about how people will react to her abilities because she knows how gross it can seem to other people. She loves to swim and enjoys doing hair but sucks at make up. Nash has a fear of fire and doesn't like to cook or be in a kitchen well others are cooking because of the heat. She has a habit of not meeting people's eyes or looking away every know and then well talking to someone. She also likes to be outside well it's raining.
Allegiance: Good
Everyday clothing: Nash will pretty much wear anything as long as it ain't to revealing. She has an attraction to vintage though and is often seen running around in clothing that hasn't been in style since the 50's.
Uniform (Optional. Required if eventually becoming part of the X-Men):N/A
Pajamas: She wears a loose tank top and some shorts.
Hair color and style: Her hair is naturally black with many bright yellow streaks. Her hair is short and only falls to where her head meets her neck. The hair that touches her neck curls up words slightly. The rest of her hair is straight. Her part is to the left of her head and her hair is cut to be longest on the left. This causes her bangs to sweep to the left. She often keeps her long bangs in place with a red clip a barber would use to hold a persons hair in place well they cut.
Died it black some years ago and kept it like that. It's still chin length but both sides are equal length. Eye color: Bright yellow.
Height: 5,1"
5,4" Build: Average, flat chested.
Scars: None
Tattoos: None
A flowering rosemary plant on her left shoulder that cover from her shoulder to her elbow.Piercings: Each ear has eight piercings. The top three are all rings of fake gold. The Three in the middle are simple silver earrings. The bottom two are tongue rings that she changes every day. She claims that she has one for each time she has been kicked out of school. Her tongue is pierced and she changes it from day to day as well.
Description of ability(ies): Nash's mutation is a complicated one because her life actually depends on her having it. As her alias says Nash is a living nest for leeches. Inside of Nash's body are an uncountable number of black leeches striped yellow, all about as long as her finger. Nash relies on These leeches for a lot as she was born without lungs or a stomach. Nash breaths through her thick, sensitive skin and the oxygen goes directly to the leeches in her. As she inhales the leeches work like her lungs would, forcing oxygen to the parts of her body and as she exhales they force the unusable gases back into the air through her nose and mouth. The sight of her chest rising and falling is actually the leeches in her all breathing at once causing her chest to expand like lungs would. Her eating is controlled by the leeches in a similar way as the small creatures interrupt the food on its way down and eat it themselves taking what they need and releasing the rest into Nash's body nourishing it. The slow process means Nash really only has to eat once a week. Nash has a control over the leeches in her body and knows how many are in her body at anytime. The leeches are basically an extension of hers like a third limb and she can control them with the same ease. The leeches can come out of any opening on her body and even create their own. These opening heal as soon as the leech is out and are no bigger then a small paper cut. Her skin is thicker then a normal persons to protect the delicate creatures inside of her. The leeches themselves are not normal. There saliva is able to paralyze someone for a few hours and if enough attached themselves to a persons chest over their heart they could actually stop their heart. The leeches Saliva can be used in small doses to numb areas that are causing pain but because the enzymes in the saliva prevent clotting it can be dangerous to use on openly bleeding wounds. They also have extremely strong jaws and longer then average teeth which allows them to bite and hold on to moving creatures they are attacking. The leeches slim is extremely sticky and they can stick to almost anything, because of its glue quality Nash often puts it on her small cuts to keep them closed.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies): Due to the leeches living in her body and her own leech like quality's Nash is actually allergic to salt, vinegar, lemon juice, strong insect repellent and rubbing alcohol. When she eats or comes in contact with any of these her reaction can be as simple as a small rash and discomfort or in a worse case scenario Nash could have life threatening reactions such as an itchy rash all over body, swelling, feeling faint, dizzy or actually passing out, and having difficulty breathing. In such cases immediate medical attention is needed. She can be treated the same as someone suffering an extreme allergic reaction to a bee sting. She needs to drink twice as much water a day as a normal human would. This means in a situation where a normal human would last weeks without water Nash would only last a week. She can also die from prolonged exposure to extreme heat or dryness. The leeches in Nash's body can be killed like one would kill a normal leech and Nash herself can also be killed the same way as a normal person. If she gets extremely emotional her control on her leeches becomes less as they act on basic instinct to protect her. When she's upset they can even be seen slithering beneath her skin. She has no control over other leeches only the ones in her body.
Fighting style (if any): N/A
Swarm: A defensive maneuver Nash created that when attacked her leeches over whelm the attacker, paralyze them and then retreat. Its strictly a defense for Nash and she never uses it offensively.History of your character:
Nash was born to a Mr and Mrs Bryant owners of the Bryant Beauty Salon and lived like a normal person for many years. Her only real problems where her allergies and her eating habits. Her parents could see something was different but hoped it was only a birth defect and left her alone cause she seemed healthy. She spent many of her summer days at the pool or playing with friends. Her thicker then normal skin made her almost fearless in her early years as she couldn't get hurt as easily. As she grew though Nash began to develop strange hobbies and personality quirks. She began walking around in the rain bare foot and with no protection and would collect weird slimy creatures such as worms and more commonly leeches. She would never keep them but would play with them like they where a cat or dog before letting them go. Strangely though she was never bitten by one. When she was 13 she hit puberty and her mutation came to light. She woke up one morning and when she looked in the mirror was completely different then she had been yesterday. Though her parents where horrified, Nash took it in stride. She'd always thought something was different about herself and she just saw it as a confirmation. She soon discovered the leeches in her body and her ability to control them. For her parents this was to much and she was taken to the doctors. After many X-rays it was discovered that without the leeches she would actually die and that there was nothing to be done for her. Her parents began sending her to different boarding schools where she first realized how truly different she was. In the past three years she has been in eight different boarding schools and has been kicked out of each one for "Being disruptive to the other students and causing them to live in fear and panic."
Her years at the mansion were ones of ease for Nash. She was well over 18 before she was able to communicate with her parents again and even then it was still strained. She was 20 years when she finally felt she had over stayed her welcome at the mansion. She left the mansion and set out to get herself an apartment on her own. She stayed on in New York for only a short time more before receiving a notice of her fathers death. Shocked, she instantly packed up and returned to England to attend her fathers funeral. She stayed with her mother for some time to comfort her. In this time the two came to an understanding of sorts and though not close could understand each other. Soon she got an apartment in England, staying within London so she could still support her mother.
For sometime Nash's life remained this way and her world fell into a lull of sorts. It picked up when she was introduced to a man by some cousins his name was Caster Alden. She was instantly taken by him and the two got along wonderfully the first night and they struck a relationship almost right away. As shocking as it was to both their relatives the two remained farely happy in each others company for the next few months and Caster moved into her apartment. Nash became pregnant a year or so into their relationship. She was only a month or two into the pregnancy when Caster, who worked as a trucker, died in an accident. Six months later Nash gave birth to a baby girl which she named Rosemary Elizabeth Bryant. After saving up enough money she decided to relocate herself and Rosemary back to New York. Rosemary Elizabeth BryantSample RP:
The heavy wooden door to the tattoo and piercing shop opened with a tinkle of the tiny bell hanging above it and closed as a teenage girls entered. The old man standing behind the shops front desk looked up expecting a customer but smiled as he saw the strange looking girl.
"Back again my young friend!" he called to her louder then he had to. "How long did you last this time? It seems like you were in here yesterday."
Nash moved toward the old man behind the desk. She had been in a bad mood tell she had stepped through the shop door but know she felt better. she smiled a light smile as he yelled loudly, but took it with out a word knowing the 69 year old man was almost deaf.
"t'ree mont's t'is time Marc." She said a hint of pride almost slipping into her voice. She was not proud she told herself but secretly she was. She hadn't liked that boarding school her parents had sent her to and had tried her hardest to get kicked out. She knew her parents were desperate but that school had been pathetic, though she would never tell anyone she though that.
"Three years and seven different schools" Marc laughed sharply before leaning over the desk to look at her with his one good eye. "That my little friend is a record."
Nash laughed with an ease that she always felt was hard to achieve with others. She never had to worry about Marc bugging her about school. He'd always told her that he had raised six kids of his own and didn't want to raise any more. Marc treated her like a normal friend. To him she wasn't a mutant or a child just an equal. Every day she thanked God for giving her this kindly old man as a friend. For giving her the shop were she could feel free just by stepping through the door. The world outside didn't matter in here. They were separated by the glass of a dirty store front window, worn walls that had stood through storms and a wood door that had felt many hands, young and new, mutant and human a like.
"So you came for your piercing then?.
"O' ya."
"Alrighty then." Marc said waving to the only other person standing in the shop. "Go see Sylva."
Nash didn't have to be told twice. She made her way across the small shop to were Sylva, Marcs daughter and a mother of two, was standing. Nash stayed silent as she watched the older women clean the table in front of the chair were she worked. That chair had been Sylva's since she was 19 and she was extremely protective of it. It was obviously like a second home to her. All her supplies arraigned around pictures, old and new, of family and friends. An announcement of her mothers death that had been clipped, carefully from a newspaper and yellow with age was tucked into the corner of the mirror. Nash had never met The women Sylva had called mother and Marc had called his wife but she had heard
stories.
"'ey." Nash finally said making Sylva jump in surprise and then spin around in excitement.
"Nash!" Sylva cried as glad to see her as her father had been. She threw her arms around the smaller girl hugging her tight and rocking her in her embrace. "I missed you!"
Nash smiled as she rocked in Sylva's tight embrace. Sylva released her and looked her up and down.
"You haven't changed a bit Nash." She turned picking up the small gun she used for piercings. "Come for lucky number eight?"
"Of course" Nash said as she sat down in the old leather chair. She leaned her head back listening to Sylva chatter awaywell she prepared her gun. Nash didn't really take in all she was saying but she didn't need to. She knew that Sylva was telling her the same stories she always did. For someone so young Sylva had a horrid memory. Finally she turned gun in hand.
"You ready?"
Nash just nodded and closed her eyes feeling the gun on her ear then the light snap and quick pain as it inserted the earring into her ear. There was a moments pause as Sylva readied her gun again then Nash felt the same thing on the other ear. Sure that Sylva was done she sat up and examined her new decorations in the mirror. Marc who had made his way from the front to watch gave her a thumbs up when she turned to look at them, Showing of her ears.
"Looking good." Sylva said patting her on the back like she did every time. "Do you wanna stay for super?"
She asked that every time too. Nash shook her head and apologized. She had stayed once and had ended up grounded for a week even though she had phoned to tell her parents. Standing Nash stretched her arms up over her head and began a slow pace back toward the door, She dropped a twenty on the desk as she passed. Calling a good bye to Sylva and throwing a quick wave at Marc she exited the warm shop and stepped into the cold, Grey streets of London on a Saturday afternoon. She stuck her hands into her pants pockets and walked at a brisk pace toward home. She ignored
he empty can that collided with the back of her head, walking faster as the throwers called out freak and drove past, splashing her with the dirty, cold puddle water left over from last nights rain. Reality was always a slap to the face she thought feeling the stares of those she passed chill her worse then the cold could.
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