IndividualCharacter's full name:Alexa Price
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Oasis
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Date of Birth: 9/17
Nationality/ Ethnicity: American/White
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: New York, New York
AppearanceClickyHair color and style: Long, Swirly and Dark
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'5
Build: Thin with ever so slight curves
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Her ear's are pierced as is her naval
Other features:Everyday clothing style: Wears average street clothing, jeans, thing shirts and a denim jacket. As well as always having on fingerless leather gloves.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Average fuzzy pajamas's
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A
CharacterPersonality:Hot-Headed: Always quick to throw a punch, she's a ticking time bomb of fury. Never one to mince words, make use of subterfuge or beat around the bush. She's the first to throw out heated words and jump into the fray of battle. Call it her biggest strength or her greatest weakness, either way she'll unfailingly let you know how she feels.
Adventurous: A traveler at heart, she's got a soul for adventure and feet for walking. Finding it hard to stay in one place, she's finally at the point in her life where she can cut ties and let her freebird mentality meet the open road.
Curious: Going along with her want for travel is her urge to know all she can. Nosy as possible as well as one that puts herself in danger simply to gain a bit more knowledge, trivial or not. She believes that curiosity may have killed the cat but at least he had a life worth living.
Prideful: Not the least bit humble, she knows she's attractive, she knows she's smart and she knows she can probably kick the crap out of most people around her. Someone must have torn the H section out of her dictionary because she simply doesn't know the meaning of humility.
Survivor: Tough as nails and hard as iron, she never gives up no matter what the cost if only driven on by her unmeasurable pride. Nothing short of death itself will cause her to admit she's wrong or give up in her convictions. Her passions are all that matters, selfish or not, she won't be put down, bar none.
Hobbies/ Interests: Adventuring, Learning, Singing and Fighting
Job or part time job and description: As of now, Homeless Nineteen year old
Jobs can be established later through in character RPing. If you plan on working at the mansion it will have to be approved.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Scared of being trapped, being crippled and fruit flies
Special talents: Female Golden Gloves level Boxer as well as an incredible singing voice
Morality By D&D Standards she would be Chaotic Neutral, flowing wherever her heart leads her not worried about whether she's perceived as good or evil.
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral, she doesn't try to be good nor evil, nor does she even think about the connotative titles. Rather, she simply does what she feels is best.
MutationsMutation description: Sand Composition: Her body is now permanently composed of sand. With this comes several strengths and drawbacks. Her form is still held together, unless affected by water or fire.
Strengths: Allows her to expel sand at will from her body up to five feet. She can reform her body if cut and blunt damage does little to hurt her.
Weaknesses: Any amount of water will cause her to turn to mud, moving incredibly slow, ruining her appearance and at an extreme reducing her too a puddle until she dries off. Fire, if made contact, turns her body to glass and renders that section totally useless. To replenish a large amount of lost sand, she must merely stand in an equivocal amount and watch as the sand be replenished. This would be the case if say a limb was glassed or she fired a limbs worth from her body. Finally the amount of time it takes to reform is equivalent to the damage taken. While taking a punch isn't a problem, suffering an attack from a bat might take a moment to reform and something grand like an explosion would certainly take a full minute at least. Any part of her struck with a bullet would be removed till she could reabsorb the sand back into her. So if her hand would be shot, it would revert to sand and she'd have to reabsorb it back into her being.
Secondary mutation description: N/A
This mutation should be linked or make sense with your first mutation. You don't need a second mutation, but you can develop one later on with moderator approval.
Strengths:Weaknesses:Fighting StyleExplanation: She's been training in boxing for a good portion of her life and as of lately has won the golden gloves championship. Quite the skilled girl for her size, she's fairly good at both in-fighting and out-fighting
Pros for fighting style: Great for hand to hand combat, especially if the opponent has no experience
Cons for fighting style: No grappling usage and fairly worthless against anyone at range
Faction Allegiance N/A
History Of Your CharacterBorn in New York City nineteen years ago she was raised in a rather middle class vanilla family. Her dad a fitness trainer and her mom the stay at home type. From a young age she would be taught the importance of a healthy diet and discipline as well as her sport of choice, boxing. Outside of that she was your ordinary girl. Went to school, had friends, fought with her parents, nothing really out of the norm.
Slightly above average in school, she did fairly well in most subjects, not really amazing in anything other then P.E and choir, where she choose to practice her singing quite actively. Winning a few prizes for her vocal talents, same with boxing, nothing really incredible though. Eventually, however, she would win the golden gloves championship, cementing her place as a great fighter and setting her up for a possible professional career.
Then the worst came, while fighting one day, her fathers punch sunk into the sand of her body. It was obvious then that she wasn't your normal human and didn't go with your average, normal society. Immediately her family would cast her out of her house and damn her to the life of a street child where she is now.
This bothers her little, however, as she always yearned for a life of adventure. Now finally free from the life of an ordinary person, she can obtain all her wildest dreams and she intends too, one goal at a time.
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Sample RP:Hello World, Glad To Meet You
Fresh air, oh how wonderful it was to breath. Like a princess locked in a castle freshly saved Alexa longed to see the world around her. Maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, perhaps she wasn't exactly Rapunzel trapped in a tower or guarded by a dragon. By far though, life would be much better now that she was freed from the confines of normal, everyday boring life. To top it off, she had MUTANT POWERS, OH MY GOSH. I mean she could turn her body into sand, well, was made of sand.
In her haste to leave her house, erm, get thrown out of her house, she hardly had a chance to test it out. Now that it was nice and dark, the lights of the city being the only illumination in this deserted section of New York, why not give it a try. I mean what time was better then now. None of those boring humans to give her grief over it and better yet no parents to scold her of how un-normal it was.
What could she do though, for all she knew she was simply composed of sand. There wasn't much to test out or gain control of or was there. In a spiderman like montage she would attempt to form various handseals, hoping to call upon this power, nothing, however, was avail. Then it hit her, she had taken the blunt trauma of her fathers punch and felt nothing. Perhaps that extended to other uses.
Climbing to the top of a nearby apartment via fire escape, she take a look towards the ground, only one look. It was now or never she'd tell herself, with a breath, she'd leap. Wind tearing through her hair, the only absense of the moment would be her fast beating heart, the familiar feeling nowhere to be found. Then, nothing.
Smashing against the ground, the world wouldn't against for a moment. Death a certainty, the last person anyone would have expected of suicide. Then, shwwwwoooooop, restored. Her particles quickly formed back together in her original shape. While she herself was unable to change to form of her body, it seemed as though it knew what shape to take. Standing in the light of the street it would appear as though her power was now discovered, from this moment on, she was Unique.
