Individual Character's full name: Charlie Elizabeth Fletcher
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: n/a
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Date of Birth: 12/6/1993
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Australian/Caucasian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Brisbane, New South Wales, Australia
AppearanceHair color and style: Shoulder length at its longest, choppy, usually very simple hairstyles. Her personal favorite is a small ponytail out of the back of the head, leaving the bangs out. The color is black, with an electric blue streak in the bangs.
Eyes: Royal purple
Height: 5'9
Build: Average, a little muscular
Visible mutation: Nothing inherently obvious, but the X gene has drastically modified her eye color to a deep purple. It is still unclear exactly why.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Nose stud, ear piercings, and a large shortsleeve tattoo of orchids on her left shoulder. No real scars besides a few cat scratches, which come and go.
Other features: A somewhat thick Australian accent. She is, after all, Australian.
Everyday clothing style: Jeans and a t-shirt, though she wears a zip-up sweatshirt if the weather lets her get away with it.
Uniform: N/a
Sleepwear: tank-top and sweatpants
Miscellaneous clothing: On incredibly formal occasions where there is no alternative, only then will she wear anything vaugely resembling a dress. Simply put, she hates dresses, skirts, miniskirts, or anything similar, and hates them with a fiery passion.
She's also a pretty big fan of necklaces, armbands, and rings, and wears them in abundance.
CharacterPersonality: Charlie is something of a cross between a tomboy and a spaz. She has a very outgoing, spontaneous personality, stemming from a mild ADHD. However, she also likes to act fairly masculine, and refuses to do anything sissy whenever she can get away with it. She also has a tendency to be very competitive, and usually isn't happy unless she's doing better than someone else. Finally, she has an underlying thoughtfulness, that usually only comes out when she's among close friends (supposing people can deal with her enough to get that close).
Hobbies/ Interests: She loves to draw, and is also very interested in cooking. She's learning the guitar, though she's still a long way from being good at it. And she's trying to learn oragami.
Job or part time job and description: No job, though she is looking.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: She's deathly scared of heights, particularly when dangling off of something. She also has a fairly large fear of clowns (But then again, who doesn't?).
Special talents: She's a very talented artist, as she's been told.
Morality Good, for the most part. She tends to see the best in people, and when minor flaws come out, she does her best to ignore them (especially given that she's bent the rules herself on more than one occasion). She only really takes issue when the person did something clearly evil (i.e. harming other people).
Mutations Papyrokinesis
Mutation description: Charlie can manipulate one specific type of molecule: the molecule that makes up paper. While she cannot use her ability to change the molecule into some other substance, she can manipulate the bonds between the molecules in order to change the properties of the actual sheet of paper. She is still learning all the bounds to her mutation, but this is everything about her mutation she knows now:
Right now, her mutation has two main purposes: changing the color and density of paper. She can remove pigments in a sheet of paper to adjust the color of either the entire sheet or whatever part she's touching. She can change the color to virtually anything in the visible spectrum. However, while cool, it's not the most useful talent. But she does have her other talent: changing the density. She can use her mutation to rework the bonds, or even add bonds, to increase the strength of the paper. Doing so requires much more energy, but is significantly more useful than just changing the color. She hasn't tested the scale a whole lot, but a standard letter sheet is fairly easy to manipulate. The largest she's ever gone is recoloring a room's worth of wallpaper, wall by wall, of course, and it's knocked her out before. As far as changing the density goes, she can get paper fairly well-condensed. Not enough to go slicing through bricks or blocking a bullet, but enough to make for a good chunk of armor in a fistfight, or make a papercut REALLY nasty. However, in all practicality, she can't condense anything larger than a standard letter sheet of paper. Anything bigger just takes too much out of her.
She has yet to experiment with the exact number of materials her mutation applies to, but she came up with a simple rule: The less paper there is, the less she can do, and the harder it is. She still hasn't tried working with the more obscure papers (photo paper, paper towels, tissues, ect.), but she thinks she might be able to work with them. Pure paper is clearly the most easily manipulated, and she can't reasonably go beneath 40% paper before the effect becomes both crippling to her and unnoticeable to the eye.
As her power develops, recoloring larger pieces of paper will be easier, she can condense a letter sheet even tighter, and work with things that contain less paper. However, experiencing such changes will require a huge amount of training, and a long period of time.
Strengths: - Her mutation's main strength is in its versatility. There are a lot of things she can do with just a sheet of paper.
- Another great advantage is its' ease of control. Her power didn't take very long for her to grasp, and controlling it is fairly basic.
- Paper appears in lots of places in the world. Posters, Price tags, offices...It's hard to walk into a room and not see some paper product. This means she has spare paper almost offhand if she needs to use her power.
Weaknesses: - There's a lot she can't do. Like, for example, bending the paper, or putting it into motion. If she wants to throw it, or fold a nice paper airplane, she has to actually do that herself, physically.
- When she condenses the molecules together, they don't like to stay that way. There's a reason it's basically impossible to condense a solid: molecules that are packed together don't like to be packed together more than they are. The more tightly she packs them, the more they try to break apart, and the less time they stay condensed.
- While her power is easy to control, the more useful functions require a large amount of energy and focus, and can easily cripple her. Also, on top of that, it's not very combat-oriented.At her worst, she could throw a solidified paper airplane at you.
- Paper may be in a lot of places, but that doesn't mean it's in a lot of products.. Meaning that she can't work with most materials, limiting what she can actually do. Energy demands aside, things like busting through walls is more or less impossible.
Fighting Style Improvisation
Explanation: Having no formal training, Charlie mostly just relies on hits and kicks in a constant stream of attacks.
Pros for fighting style: It can do quite a bit of damage, and constant attacking can sometimes catch people off guard.
Cons for fighting style: If the opponent were to get one hit in, it could totally turn the tables. And...she's not the strongest person on earth...
Faction AllegianceThe X-men/ The Order/ The Kabal/ Other/ Unaffiliated
Unaffiliated
History Of Your CharacterCharlie was born to a single mother, and an older sister. She never knew her father, as he vanished shortly before she was born. She spent most of her early years living in Brisbane, going to school, making friends, and generally being rivals with her older sister Emily. She lived a fairly happy life, though now she can't remember most of it. Her family wasn't very well-off, though. They hovered barely above the poverty line, her mother somehow managing to bring in enough money to keep the three of them afloat. However, when Charlie was seven, everything was shattered.
The spark of it all came right from the one person who had never been in her life: her long-lost father. After about five years of searching, he was finally declared dead. It took almost two more years for his life insurance to come through. But when it did, in one swift move, the Fletcher family was twenty-five thousand dollars (the australian equivalent) richer. For a while before that, Charlie's mother had been toying with the idea to move to America, and try her chances there. And when a quarter-of-a-million american dollars suddenly injected itself into her bank accounts, she siezed the day, and the three of them were on the next flight to New York City.
Five years, one apartment, two summer jobs, and several hair-dye boxes later, Charlie began to establish herself. Finally, she was getting more and more comfortable in her new home. but typical of her luck, it was right around then that she used her power for the first time. Needless to say, it took so much out of her small frame that she fainted almost immediately after. But that didn't really matter, seeing as she was in front of a LOT of people when it happened. Word spread like wildfire, and before she had a clue what had happened, she was suddenly living on the fringes of society. It's not that everyone hated her, but it's just that she was already a little wierd, and now that she was a mutant, it was a lot more than a little wierd. Almost overnight, she became the odd girl out, even to her own sister, who was incredibly jealous that her younger sister had powers and she didn't. Altogether, she felt alone, excluded, and otherwise isolated. This carried through all the way to high school, and even got worse when she started high school.
It was around here that she learned how to defend herself. She'd taken martial arts now and again, and wasn't half bad at it. But the minute actual bullying began, she began taking it a bit more seriously, and doing all she could to learn how to defend herself. She couldn't take any more classes, she had no time. However, she did the best she could under the circumstances, and learned how to use what strength she had to drive off any bullies she met.
She stopped trying to be normal. she grew much quirkier, more spontaneous, and embraced everything us humans might refer to as "wierd". Despite this, she still managed to make a few friends. She still wasn't popular, but at least she wasn't as isolated as she had been in Middle school. And this is the exact position she has found herself in the modern day.
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Sample RP: "Are you deaf, or do you just naturally ignore the doorbell?"
It had only been a few seconds since Charlie had opened the door, and already, Stacey was laying into her. Charlie was, as usual, quick to reply, her accent thickly slurring her words. "You know, I don't really approve being insulted."
Stacey just sighed, clearly not wanting an argument to spoil their evening together. "At least tell me you're ready to go?"
"Yeah, obviously." Charlie was feeling pretty excited about this. She'd heard a lot about this club, and it seemed awesome. She was basically just going to see what it was really like. Stacey was along for moral support. Speaking of which...
"Stace, did you seriously dye your hair again?"
She glanced back at her closing the door, then turned around and said with her happiest voice, "A few days ago. You like?"
Charlie glanced it over. The red-orange hair was shaved off one side of her head, and the rest swept the other direction. There weren't even any stray strands floating around, which just made her wonder what gel she was using. "It's not bad, but seriously? You only dyed it, like, a week before this."
"Eh. Green didn't really look good on me."
"But still, you should at least try to stay with a hair color more than a month." There was a small ding as the elevator arrived, and the two of them boarded hastily.
"This coming from the girl who hasn't changed it in the past four years." With that, Stacey reached over and ruffled Charlies black hair.
Charlie quickly shoved her away playfully, flicked the black-and-electric-blue bangs out of her face, then fixed up the small ponytail the rest of her hair was in. "Thanks very much for that, you stupid jerk."
"You're very welcome, you prick," Stacey jeered, with a terrible imitation of Charlies accent.
The two of them walked out of the apartment complex giggling and nagging each other. The minute she walked outside, the cold wind sunk its sharp teeth deep into Charlie, even through her thick hoodie. Just as she went to zip it up, though, she noticed something. It wasn't the smell. She'd long since accepted the fact that New York typically smelled like the wrong end of a mule. It was more like...tension. The kind of feeling you get when you walk into a room, and you can instantly tell that two people in that room are on the verge of killing each other. The thing that nagged at her was the fact that the street was empty. And still, the feeling hung over her like a blanket.
"Get moving, Charlie, or I'm leaving you behind!"
With one final glance upward, as if staring at the opressive force, she put her hands in her pockets and followed her friend into the night.
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