Individual
Character's full name: Kitska Ailli Hartmark
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Kit sometimes, but usually just Kitska.
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Birthday: January 1
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Norwegian/Norwegian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Bergen, Norway
Appearance
Hair colour and style: Kitska's hair is chestnut in hue, but with undertones of honey that become so prominent in sunlight that her hair appears to change to a deep, fawn blonde with only hints of brown. It falls to just above mid-back in relaxed waves.
Eyes: Her eyes are wide and bright, with an unusually apparent interwoven starburst pattern of rich brown and bronze-brushed threads composing her irises. A few flecks of topaz blue mark part of her iris in the right eye, and both eyes are fringed with long, dark lashes.
Height: 5'7"
Build: Truly unintimidating in appearance, Kitska is quite slight, with narrow shoulders and long legs. Her lean figure causes her to lack in physical strength, though she's surprisingly adept at long-distance running.
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None
Other features: While Kitska's eyes are easily her most prominent features, the rest of her face is rather delicate in appearance, from high cheekbones to a small, slightly sloping nose.
Everyday clothing style: Her usual dress consists of airy dresses that fall just above the knee, and loose, flowing tank tops paired with jeans. She often wears colors like white and faded yellows, pinks, and light blues, but never black. Kitska has a tendency to layer whatever jewelry she wears, generally wooden beaded and leather bracelets and necklaces. Her favorite, however, is a small, clear, rough-cut crystal hanging on a delicate silver chain -- she wears this always.
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: Thin, heather cotton shorts and a loose, v-neck tee.
Miscellaneous clothing: In cold weather, she dons slub knit thermals or sweaters, both of which never fail to have sleeves that come down to mid-palm on her hands.
Character
Personality: A mild, sweet demeanor only adds to Kitska's unimposing nature. She is often quite soft-spoken, though she does have her moments of playful quip. As it is rather easy to earn her trust, she is often considered to be naive, and has the risk of getting hurt quite quickly as a result. However, she is highly observant, and reads the emotions and actions of others quite well, making her skilled at snap decision-making when necessary. A whole-hearted believer in the adage that there is good in everyone as well as in second chances, she has a slowly strengthening moral compass, but is unfaltering in loyalty and standing up for those in need.
Hobbies/ Interests: Baking is her prime hobby, and she is especially skilled at making pastries and other sweets. Recently, she's come to discover some natural ability at playing the lyre.
Job or part time job and description: She works part-time at a small bakery near Central Park.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Kitska is a bit of a worrier in general, but being locked in complete darkness scares her quite a lot.
Special talents: Actually, she can run very far rather quickly ...
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral, though wavering towards good. Her soft-spoken nature has caused her morals to take time to strengthen, though she tries to help others as much as possible and can barely stand to see someone in true pain. At the same time, however, she has yet to define what side is "good," and is rather easily persuaded in such matters.
Mutations
Mutation description: Kitska has the ability of specialized light manipulation -- to put it simply, she can weave light. By drawing light particles out of the air with her fingers, she can twist and compress them together the way one would make string out of wool, and create effervescent threads at varying degrees of solidity and attach them to any physical object. This process allows her to produce two main types of thread: poly-grade and wire-grade. The first can be crafted within five seconds, and will have the durability and appearance of regular polyester thread without the tendency to lose its shape. The second variety takes fifteen to twenty seconds to produce, and is nearly identical in strength and looks to wire. Weaving an actual object from these light threads takes just as long as doing so with ordinary string, though experience and skill have allow her to weave twice as fast as an average human. Barriers and binds take little time to combine at all, as they are simply attached to surfaces or double-twisted together.
Strengths: Kitska is able to employ these threads in a variety of uses, from blocking paths to binding people's hands and feet. With enough time and energy, she can weave protective garments as well, and can also string a harp, lyre, and even a bow and arrow if she can find an object to tip the arrow with, though the latter she is not trained to use yet. Additionally, multiple threads, whether they be poly-grade or wire-grade, when used together, are collectively stronger than they would be individually. Thus, when there is sufficient light availabe, Kitska can combine multipe poly-grade strands to create something with just as much durability as a wire threads in significantly less time. By adding more light onto already existing threads, she can later return to strengthen things she has already crafted as well. Kitska can quickly unravel any threads she makes if necessary, and re-use the light for another purpose or simply release it back in to the air.
Weaknesses: While she can craft threads that would be quite difficult for an average human or mutant to sever, both grades of light-string can be broken, and when this occurs the light particles unravel into their natural form almost instantly. Additionally, the products of her powers do not last forever and, though she can touch them to mend them if they begin to fade, threads and the items woven from them that are left untouched by her will begin to break down and revert into ordinary light in 48 hours. Reversion is usually complete in about four days total. The amount of light she can access is also a limiting factor on the use and strength of her abilities. Her mutation is the strongest in direct sunlight, as there is the most to work with, and thus is weakest in the nighttime. The particles of light available also contribute to the strength of the threads she can create -- if she cannot gather enough they will be easily breakable, if she is able to put them into solid form at all. Additionally, weaving takes both time and concentration; in times of great stress, she may not be able to create threads quickly enough or make them as strong as preferred.
Secondary mutation description: Limited light absorption allows her to reserve a small cache of sunlight in her skin and body that she can use by emitting a soft glow.
Strengths: This allows her to weave stronger threads in dim and dark places.
Weaknesses: As stated, the light she can store within herself is limited and, while she can recharge easily in sunlight, will run out quickly if she depends solely upon it. Also, this type of inner light seems to be a sort of life-force, and when she depletes her stores excessively she will lose consciousness until a certain amount can be restored.
Fighting Style
Explanation: Run away, and run away quickly!
Pros for fighting style: She usually gets away.
Cons for fighting style: Sometimes, they catch her anyways.
Faction Allegiance
The X-men/ The Order/ The Kabal/ Other/ Unaffiliated
All new characters start as unaffiliated. Joining a faction can be established through in character RPing. You don't ever need to be affiliated with one of the factions.
History Of Your Character:
Kitska's life as a mutant began just as it always did: unexpectedly. She grew up in a tiny second-story home on a street corner in Bergen with her parents and older brother, where she spent her days learning the "craft of cooking," as he called it, from her father. Long, bright days were spent in the kitchen of her family's bakery. She practically lived there as much as she could, waking up earlier and earlier each morning to help open shop, serving customers fresh pastries, and dashing back from school in the evenings to help close up. At the age of fourteen, things fell apart. Her brother made the wrong choices, slipping away in the darkest hours to race cars and gamble, and as Kitska, returning from another bakery errand, passed an empty dock at sunset, she saw him. Them. He was begging them for more time, and she could hear his warm, deep voice full of fear. "I'll get it soon," he was promising, and Kitska didn't understand. One of the others pulled a knife from his pocket ... and everything thereafter was a blur. She was screaming, the tears cold and ceaseless, and her skin grew brighter as she reached to the side, plucking something out of the air under the streetlamp. In a moment, she had twisted it between her fingers, and flicked it towards the man, the glowing thread wrapping around his hands and pulling him into the water. It was as if she'd been doing it her whole life. There was only a moment to look at her pale hands in disbelief, however, as the others took off after her. They spat words like venom, words of how they knew who she was, she was his sister, and if she ever told, ever came back, that there would be no family left for her. Freak, they shouted. Mutant. Kitska got away, hiding herself in a corner of an abandoned warehouse, and took a boat to Denmark that morning. Lost, her wanderings took her from town to town, but things seemed to follow her, and her travels extended from country to country, searching. Just searching. Maybe someday, she would turn a street corner and find them again, find them safe. But she would never risk their lives to really do so.
Roleplay
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Sample RP: Warm, sweet air, rich with honey and cream, stirred into gentle wafts as Kitska's form moved through the bakery, her slender fingers reaching behind her neck to untie her apron as she walked. "See you tomorrow, Kit," came a voice from the boy sweeping up behind the counter, donning the same apron as she. Reaching the exit, she turned and grinned at him, waving goodbye as she slipped out of the heavy wooden door and into the darkened street. The soft remnants of a smile still lingered on her lips as she took brisk, purposeful strides; it would be nice to cozy up under a blanket in the apartment after such a busy day at the bakery.
Turning the corner onto a smaller street, she found the space darker and emptier than usual, and a minute shiver tensed her narrow shoulders as she realized this. Kitska pulled her jacket a little tighter around herself and continued on, a little furrow of worry forming between her brows. "Are you gonna give me your money? ... " he asked gruffly, yet with unnerving nonchalance. She spun to face him, eyes wide like a fawn's. Before he could add the "or" threat, she whispered nervously in a soft soprano. "I ... I suppose that's a rhetorical question?" The man looked at her, surprised, for a moment, and she bolted for the entrance of a small network of alleys leading to the back of her apartment; she could hear his heavy footsteps behind her as followed. Urging herself forward faster, she turned on her heel once she'd entered the first tiny street, and her pearlescent skin glowed with radiant light as she drew her fingers through the air several times, fingertips moving swiftly, knowingly through the brisk cold, leaving lines of gleaming thread in their wake, interlocking into a barrier that spanned between the two stained brick walls on either side of the alley. Hearing his footsteps grow closer again, she dashed down into the next corridor, stopping at the fire escape of her apartment. Kitska could hear the frustrated shout as he pounded his fists against the barrier, and she bit her bottom lip to stop its quivering until the noises ceased, and he left. Weaving another thread, she gently tossed it around the bottom rung of the first ladder, pulled it down, and began carefully making her way up.
*hands out pastries ... and a wad of light for IM??? lol*