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Character's full name: Francesca Ivy Galloway
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Cesca, Miasma
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Date of Birth: 1/29/1992
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Chicago, Illinois
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Italian, Greek, Scandinavian

Appearance

Hair color and style: Dark brown, long and wavy, sometimes tied back in a ponytail.
Skin Tone: Tan
Eye Color: Yellow
Height: 5'10
Build: Average, athletic
Visible mutation: Her eyes are an unnatural shade of yellow.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: She has a tattoo of a snake that starts on her left ankle and wraps around her leg and up to her thigh. A similar one starts on her right wrist, wraps around her arm, with its tail on her shoulder. Has her ears, tongue and navel pierced.
Other features: N/A

Everyday clothing style: Prefers leather, denim, and black or darker colors, will occasionally wear a flannel but will NEVER wear a skirt or dress.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Tee shirt and shorts or sweat pants, or naked.
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A

Character

Personality: One's first impression of Cesca would be a brooding, cold, loner with a bad attitude. In reality, while she can seem hard to approach, Cesca is a very fun loving albeit mischievous young woman with a healthy yet somewhat dark sense of humor. She could be described as a cynical optimist: Life sucks, people suck, the world sucks, but everything is gonna be okay.

Cesca enjoys the action and the rush of life, but is also learning to just…stop and enjoy things. She hasn't much respect for rules or authority, and prefers to do things her own way. With a quick temper and a mean left hook, she often forgets to stop and think before lashing out with her quick wit or a well-placed punch.

Deep down, Cesca feels that getting too close to people is how you get hurt. While she hates being alone, she just can't bring herself to hold a relationship. People use you, you use them, and then you move on. She believes that yes, it is lonely at the top, but at least there's a nice view. She is prone to drinking, or just moping around when things don't necessarily go her way, and in these times she can be even more irritable. 

Hobbies/ Interests: Music, Art, MMA, Cooking
Job or part time job and description: Juggles Odd jobs, currently a cook at a casual dining place. Occasionally sells prints of her drawings.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Tight Spaces, being helpless, feeling weak or not good enough
Special talents: She is a skilled singer, good at drawing, a great cook, and an accomplished thief.

Morality

Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral, leaning bad. She has zero respect for rules and authority, and is very much one who does what she has to.

Feelings toward Humans: Humans are normal people who never had to deal with something like a mutation popping up and turning your life around. For that, she almost envies them, almost. She really doesn't mind them in general.

Feelings toward Adapteds:Cesca knows that one doesn't choose to be an Adapted anymore than she chose to have powers. Some people are just lucky, or unlucky, depending on point of view. But at the same time, they kind of creep her out.

Feelings toward Mystics: She doesn't really understand them, and as such she doesn't trust them(not that she really trusts anyone).


Mutations

Mutation description: Miasma Emission: Cesca's body produces a unique toxic gas that can be expelled through her mouth, nose, or even the pores in her skin. This gas is a yellow-green in color, has an overtly citrus-esque aroma, and can have one or a combination of the below effects.
-Hallucinations
-Headache/Dizziness
-Nausea
-Itchy, Watery eyes
-A feeling of joy, dread, confusion, or an infatuation with Cesca

These effects can last for around three to five minutes on average.
Strengths: Useful for disorienting or causing a distraction.
Intimidation factor.

She can use her power repeatedly, but excessive usage without breaks can leave her feeling winded, groggy, and sometimes cause her nose to bleed.

She is immune to her own toxin.

Weaknesses and Limitations: When exhaled through her mouth, the gas has up to a three foot range, but is most potent within a foot, getting weaker as it expands.

When exalted through her nose or released through the pores in her skin, it serves little more than intimidation/mind games unless the target is touching her.

Cesca has exactly zero control over how her powers affect an individual; it varies from target to target.

Those who are immune to poison or don't need to breathe are unaffected.

Physical Abilities

General Physical Capabilities: Strength is Roughly Average for someone with a regular workout routine
She's relatively quick but won't be winning many marathons or foot races
Cesca has above reflexes and reaction time
Stamina is pretty above average. She can go for awhile before getting winded.
Cesca is pretty flexible. She can touch her toes but her foot won't quite go behind her head.

Fighting Style: No formal training, but Cesca is a brawler. She'll stand toe to toe and trade punches with anyone and she's not afraid to fight dirty.

Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros: She's as tenacious as she is quick, not giving her opponent much room to breathe, and she can use a quick burst of her toxic breath in a pinch.

Cons: She's reckless, has no formal training, and can be overpowered, especially someone with some technical know how or grappling skills.

History Of Your Character
Cesca was born in Chicago, to Francisco and Robyn Galloway, and would be the oldest of three girls. Her parents owned a very successful bar and restaurant in the area, and she grew to love the arts and cooking from an early age. Her parents seemed distant, but Cesca, Maryssa, and Anastasia never found themselves needing much besides attention. Francesca was a decent student, though she did have a tendency for acting out and occasionally bullying others. She and her sisters got along for the most part, but while they may torment and fight each other, if someone messed with one, they had all three to deal with.

When Cesca was thirteen, her eyes changed color from brown to yellow, and she coughed up clouds of yellow-green, smoke-like gas in the middle of class. She was sent to the nurse, and those that inhaled the substance also went, suffering from various symptoms ranging from nausea to confusion, to an array of emotions. The effects subsided within minutes, but Cesca was pulled from the private school and began tutoring at home. As she got older, she learned to control her unique abilities, mostly so she could make out or even simply go out somewhere without accidentally temporarily poisoning someone. It was at this time when her father began taking interest in her.

At first, it was just a job at the family restaurant at age sixteen, where she learned everything from serving to hosting to cooking. Shortly after she got the hang of everything, she was called into the back where her father had someone tied to a chair and instructed her to use her ability on the poor victim as an interrogation tactic. It was here that she learned that the beloved family business was a front for the real family business: organized crime. Truth be told, she took to it well. Rising through the ranks, she became a key interrogator for her father, and was even known to get her hands dirty as well: stealing, intimidating, even occasionally performing a hit.

She used the money she made to move into her own house, and she became manager of the restaurant. And this worked for years, until recently, when she dumped her latest partner. Little did she know, her now ex girlfriend had been using her as well, for information. Police raided the restaurant, and Cesca managed to flee the scene. Since then, she's been on the run, trying to find a way to settle down and maybe even turn over a new leaf. But old habits die hard.

Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Lizzy (FKA Fishy)
Where did you learn about this site?: I've been around for awhile.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: None who are Active.
Sample RP:
Cesca sighed as she folded up the last box and drug the pile of mangled cardboard across the now-furnished and decorated apartment, onto the fire escape, and then just dropping them into the dumpster below. They fell two feet from their target but she gave a shrug and walked back inside as she looked around the far-from glamorous apartment, with its stained carpet, peeling laminate, and its hodgepodge assortment of mismatched furniture, hand done drawings hung on the walls, and out of place, silken black curtains. She plopped on the couch and heaved a sigh of relief and exhaustion.

Maybe this would be it. Maybe this would be the last time she'd have to move. Maybe, just maybe, New York was her answer. The sounds of sirens a few blocks away caused her to jump up out of instinct, running to the window. Fire truck. Shaking her head, the young woman made her way to the fridge, pulling out a beer before flopping onto the couch and flicking on the television. Finishing the beer, her eyes began to slow as she drifted off to sleep, the beer bottle slipping from her hand and clanging to the floor.