“Whirl, Whirl, Whirl…”

Sang the small ceiling fan revolving in the middle of the stuffy squared room. The elderly doctor sighed, picking up the manila folder in front of him. His bifocal eyes glanced to the one looking rather uninterested across the metal table then slowly back to the file’s pages:



Patient

Full Name: Catherine Elizabeth Payne
Preferred Nickname: Creia
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Birthday: December 28
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: A melting pot of ethnicities; however she posses the noticeable features associated with Asians and Caucasians.
Birthplace: Washington D.C.


Appearance When Found

Hair color and style: Shinny black with some added hot pink tips. Her hair is short, edgy and shaggy. DOCTOR’S NOTE: Looks a 5 year old went postal through her hair with a pair of scissors.
Eyes: Dark brown
Height: 5’2’’
Build: Skinny
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars: No major scars. Some cut marks on her wrists and thighs.
Tattoos: Black inked rose flowers that start from her back, wrapping around to her belly, and ending down her right leg.
Piercings: One belly button ring of a black flower.
Other features: The bridge of her nose is higher than most to a point where one’s eyes are often drawn to it.

Everyday clothing style: She was found wearing the latest street style clothing. On her top, she had an expensive ‘Allure’ midriff brown hoody. Her shirt was a black tang top. Her hands were covered with black leather biker gloves. On her lower half, she wore a fashionable short acid washed jean skirt with pricy pink Converse that dressed her feet.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: N/A
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A


Stock Photos






The doctor licked the tip of his index finger and delicately flipped to the next page. He reached for his pen that was nicely tucked behind his ear.

“OK… Creia, I am going to read a category and I would like you to elaborate on it. Can you do that for me?”

The girl shrugged as the doctor began:




Character

Personality:

“Hmm… those who met me have described my personality in one word as Psychopath. In two: Schizophrenic Psychopath. In three… well, no one has been around me that long to get to describe me that well… But I don’t understand why they think that of me. Honestly, I am just a simple woman who wants to please my Daddy. Oh yes, my Daddy! The only one who truly cares about me! Oh Daddy, I love you so much! I know I can feel you in me. Mmm…I can feel your loving powering rushing through my veins and, what? Yes, I know Daddy, I know. I will get out of here-

Oh, Hi. I forgot you were there. Well Doc, what else can we scribble in that little file of yours? I don’t get along with people. They are annoying little creatures with annoying little habits. For example, that pen tapping you are doing? You should probably stop that. Furthermore, I don’t understand human life. What is the point of living? Life is a dream world that was created for human beings to have a sense of optimism, a sense of power… a sense of: Hey, I can make a difference. Bull. Life is the bittersweet overture in the symphony of existence. And what is the true goal of existing, the grand finale of the show? Death. Sadly Doc, I feel like I am the only smart one here who realizes this…

And you know what reminds me of this lie, Doc? The only gift us weak mortals have to lead us to the truth? Pain. Pain is the only thing that helps us become focus with our goal. Lovable pain! You know that feeling, Doc… When a punch lands on your chest or that paper slits your finger… that sting. That welcomed sensation is the only taste of truth we are allowed in this façade. I embrace pain! I LONG FOR IT! That so called suffering is my source of pleasure in this lie. Oh how I love to hurt… and how I love to make those feel the truth as well…”

Hobbies/ Interests:

“Ugh, didn’t you hear me earlier? Why would I have any hobbies or interest?! Life is a lie and those distractions keep you further from the truth. Though, I suppose you can say I am religious. I worship my Daddy daily. Everything I do in this lie, I give it up to my Daddy. Wait, yes Daddy? Aww, he says I am his favorite! Oh Daddy, I love you too! Daddy loves me very much and he wants me to continue to worship him by awakening the poor lost souls of this mortal plane. Mmm, yes Daddy, yes. I will do you bidding…”

Job or part time job and description:

“Jobs are for people who fail at stealing. Ok?”

Fears/ phobias/ concerns:

“Oh, are you trying to reach my inner child? If you really must know Doc, I am afraid of failure. I do not want to fail my Daddy and not complete my mission on this world. In part, you can say I am afraid of dying. No, not the process of death or the so called uncertainty of the afterlife. I am not worthy. I am not worthy of dying. Until Daddy sends me the sign, I will fight to stay alive in this lie. I will fight and battle and maim and kill to make everyone realize the truth of living… Everyone, Doc, Everyone. “

Special talents:

“When I was 10, I learned from a hobo how to unwrap a Starburst in my mouth with my tongue.”

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: DOCTOR’S NOTE: Her criminal history, lack of morals, and her fascination of death make me feel that she possess… evil tendencies.




The Doctor looked at what he wrote. A frown appeared on his face in fear what was hiding on the next page…




Mutations



Mutation description:

The patient has been witnessed to have the ability to inflict self damage onto others. Once her blood (or what she refers to as the ‘line’) has been in contact with the victim’s body the victim then immediately receives any and all wounds that have been inflicted onto the patient, whether they are made before or after the link was established. This includes self inflicted wounds. Wounds inflicted to the victim this way heal naturally over time as if the victim were receiving them directly.

Strengths:

The most obvious strengthen is that the patient can inflict damage without physically touching the person. Once her blood is on the skin or the ‘line’ has been connected, the patient can inflict damage as long as her blood remains on the skin. Furthermore, anyone who touches the patient’s blood will be affected. This means she can target more than one person at once and any that have been in contact with her blood will receive the same injuries she has. During preliminary tests, results show wounds start to appear and reach their 100% physical resemblance to the patient’s wounds within moments. Also, the link seems to be a one-way connection. This means that if the victim receives any wounds during a linked stage, the patient would not be affect and not receive the wounds.

Weaknesses:

The most obvious weakness is that the blood has to touch the victim’s physical body. If the blood touches a barrier such as clothes, the link would be nonexistent. The link can also be removed if the victim can wipe or remove the blood from the body. The blood has to be a certain amount to be affected. As observed, the blood must be at least 5 cc (1 teaspoon / 5 milliliters/ roughly between the nail to the closest joint on an adult’s index finger) to connect a link between the patient and the victim. The more blood gets on the victim, the better control and the more severe the wounds will be. In testing, 5 cc of blood can be related to a cut wound at maximum 1.27 cm (½ an inch) in depth. The length or area of the surface wound, however seems to remain the same size as the patient’s wound no matter how much or little blood the victim wears. Diluting the blood weakens the impact of the injuries. Observations of the patient fighting in rain have shown that the injuries the victim receives are about 50% less damaging then what the patient has, such as cut wounds are only half as deep as what the patient has. Finally can be hypothesized that the only way the patient can kill the victim purely with her powers is if she killed herself.


Secondary Mutation

Mutation description:

Under medical studies, the patient has been known to produce 50% more blood cells compared to a normal human counterpart.

Strengths:

For her mutation, it is necessary she makes up the blood she can potentially lose from trying to make a link or from the cuts and wounds she can obtain in battle. Because of the thicker blood, the patient’s wounds are able to clot faster than an average human. In testing, the patient’s wounds clot in half the time a normal human’s cuts would. However, the healing time the patient has to undergo is still the same as a normal human. Unfortunately, these clotting gifts are not shared to the victim due to the one channel link of her mutation, i.e. injuries and pain and not healing. Not only is the blood thicker but it is also stickier. The blood can be potentially harder to remove if only using a dry object such as a dry piece of fabric. The aid of liquids help the blood wash off more easily. Lastly the overproduction of blood creates a large amount of white blood cells. These white blood cells increase the patient’s chances of fighting off various diseases allowing the patient to rarely get sick.

Weaknesses:

The patient suffers from a sugar deficiency and needs to consume copious amounts of sugar and high starch food sources to avoid chemical imbalances that could cause massive mood swings, blurred vision, headaches, and even diabetic coma.


Fighting Style

Explanation:

The patient has been reported using multiple objects for weapons. The favorite one being a knife or blade. She does not seem to have any training in a certain style; however, she is quite nimble on her feet and able to react quickly in dangerous situations.

Pros for fighting style:

Is not limited to a certain fighting style.

Cons for fighting style:

Would likely not fare well against a trained fighter.



Fraction Allegiance

Unaffiliated.




The Doctor coughed into his hand before turning to the last few pages of the patient’s file: the patient’s history.




History:

Creia was first found abandoned as a newborn baby on the church steps of the Washington National Cathedral. She was placed in the local Catholic sponsored orphanage and named Catherine Elizabeth after two well worshiped saints. While at the orphanage, she received a strict Catholic education by the nuns and was easily recognized as one of the more gifted children in the bunch.

Capitalizing on the adoption trend and wanting to hide a recent financial cover up, the current Governor of Delaware Princeton Payne and wife Linda adopted the intelligence child. Though appearing religious, their lives were filled with various financial scandals and late night escapades. On October 24, tragedy hit as the Payne family and housing staff were found brutally murdered in the Governor’s mansion. The only survivor was the 10 year old Catherine, who was found obsessively babbling about her real father and his wishes.

Seeing no other possible suspect, Catherine was charged with the murder of her family. The jury found her not guilty by reason of insanity and Catherine was transferred to an upstate New York juvenile mental institution. While there, the only things that kept her occupied were drawing, writing, talking to herself, and a Portuguese soap opera called Amor Proibido. One of the common trends was that the main female lead was always referred to as being creìa. Obsessed with the main female lead, Catherine started to call herself as Creia, the western pronunciation of the word.

The first documented case of Creia’s powers when was she was 18. After a heavy brawl with one of the other patients, Creia was taken to the nurse to be bandaged. The nurse accidentally got some of Creia’s blood on her skin as she was examining the wound. Staff members reported that the same wounds Creia had started to emerge on the body of the nurse. As one eye witnessed described it, “It was utter chaos, [Doctor’s Edit: the nurse] was screaming from the top of her lungs and all of us were trying to help and figure out what was going on.” During this chaos, Creia was reported to have escaped the institution. A total of twelve people were treated with similar wounds as Creia.




Sample RP:

Creia quietly watched the quack read her file. She couldn’t help but be amused by the changing expression on the old fart’s face. One moment he is shocked, the next disgusted, followed by mortified, queasy, and outright scared. Fear. Fear was the single expression the tiny lady loved to see. And he was right to feel that way.

But alas, the girl could not stay here all day. She had things to do, mainly the mission that her beloved Daddy has given to her. Though it was possible to complete some of her work in this institution, the world was a much bigger and better place to hunt.

She listened to the crustacean mutter as he read. He was reading her history. Lovely! This meant that their little soirée will soon be over. As the doctor became absorbed with the notes, Creia slowly lifted her right hand towards her face. She spread out her fingers to cover her mouth so that her fingers rested on her cheeks and her palm on her upper lip. Her tongue covertly licked the palm of her hand, softening the rough touch of her skin with the silky saliva. In one swift move, her teeth sunk into her flesh. Hard. Though the bite was painful, her face was stoic. Her brown eyes remained focus on the Doc and his reading. She felt it: the line. It was slowly running down her right fingers, heating them with its warm touch.

The doctor looked up from the file. “Well, that is all for today Creia, we will start on your treatment tomorrow.” They both stood up. “I-I am sure we will work everything out my dear.” The poor fool said nervously with a mustered smile. The woman smiled back as she lifted her balled up right hand towards the man. Quickly looking down at the hand, the doctor stuttered, “O-Oh right, where are my manners,” and naturally placed his hand out to shake.

As the thick fluid touched his skin, she felt it. That unexplainable feeling of being connected with her victim. She was not only the predator but also her own prey. Before the doctor could even react to the weird warm liquid feeling between their hands, Creia grabbed the pen on the table and stabbed her left thigh with it. She felt the foreign object penetrate the layers of the thin custom issue ward slacks and the silky skin beneath. Most likely, it was in a good 2 or 3 inches deep. Creia sighed loudly. It was obvious she was enjoying the pleasure waves her nerves signals gave off as it reacted to the new wound. She couldn’t help but to tease herself further as she drove the pen in deeper with slow circular motions to prolong the ecstasy. Finally, with a scream, she pulled the pen out and watched the blood slowly paint her grey slacks crimson.

The doctor shrieked, dropping to the floor and clutching his thigh with his newly wounded hand. Her pleasure was obviously his torture as he too felt the circular motions in his thigh. He was powerless to stop her and given his old age, probably could not handle the shock of such a deep gaping wound. Creia shuffled towards the whimpering pathetic doctor on the ground, practically oblivious of the spots of blood she left on the flood. She looked at him with wide merciless eyes and slowly reached down to take his pass card, keys and wallet. She then made her way en route for the door and started to unlock it.

“Bye bye.” She whispered eerily so that only the wounded old man could hear the chilling farewell. She turned to the door but then stopped, turning towards the table. Reaching down, she grabbed the files. “Now now, can’t have these hanging around here can we?” She said with a wink. And with those last words, she exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

The old doctor watched the young woman’s feet as she limped out of the room. He extended a desperate shaky hand in hopes to reach the bloody girl, but she was already out the door. He screamed her name using the last amount of his strength, but there was no point. She wasn’t coming back. The feeble man curled up and closed his eyes. He knew. He knew exactly what he did and perhaps, perhaps death was a blissful embrace. Because he knew:

He had just let the devil escape.

First!

I love the whirl whirl whirl of the ceiling fan in the morning.

Welcome to MRO, Creia.

Wow.

I love the style of writing. Welcome to MRO.

Yay, Creia! welcome to the MRO!

Wow, Awesome power. I'm slightly scared

I do enjoy the formatting choices, here. Welcome to MRO!

Welcome to MRO! Great idea, writing up the character sheet like that. Looking forward to seeing you in action!

Oh I like you! *smiles* Welcome to MRO.

very nice, we could have fun painting the down red