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Sept 21, 2017 11:25:52 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Xavia Amethyst Worshahlai
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: (if applicable) Dryad
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Birthday: (if applicable)
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Hungarian
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Hungary
Appearance
Hair colour and style: Black, Curly (sometimes straight), and long.
Eyes: Caramel Brown
Height: 5'6"
Build: Slender
Visible mutation: (if applicable)
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: The backs of her hands are roadmapped with scars that looked to be from a lash.
Other features: Pretty gorgeous, but not in the cliche way, her nose might be a little too large and her eyes too far apart, but her killer smile makes up for that fact.
Everyday clothing style: Preppy, she likes to wear silk and lace, and lots of jewelry that depict plant life.
Uniform: (if applicable)
Sleepwear: All Natural, but if kids are involved, t-shirt and shorts/
Miscellaneous clothing: Has many costumes, likes to play dress up.
Character
Personality: (How you character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.) Is pretty shy and sweet, usually, but if someone pushes her buttons, she will turn psycho real fast. It is hard to make her mad.
Hobbies/ Interests: Plants are her life. She loves to collect exotics, succulants, perenials, annuals... etc... etc.... etc...
Job or part time job and description: (if applicable) She manages Daddy's greenhouse.
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: Bugs and fire.
Special talents: (not related to mutation) She is a former concert Pianist, she can also sing like an angel.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: (please explain)Neutral
Mutations
Mutation description: She can take the shape of a plant, and manipulate flora, sort of like Poison Ivy on Steroids.
She can transform into any plant she chooses, but has less controll when she is in a rage. For instance, she could be standing on the side of the road when some random attacker smacks her against the head, and she gets mad... The plant she turns into or draws from is random.
She can manipulate plants that are already there, grow from seed or nothing, but not when her stamina or strength is low.
The longer she stays a plant, the less likely she is able to shift back into her norm untill she is KO, and the weaker her attacks get.
Strengths: Sunlight and rain: She can manipulate plants from farther away. When fortified with sunlight and rainwater, her strength is increased by half, and she has a better range of her manipulations. However, the further the plant is rom where she stands, the shorter the lifespan.
Weaknesses: Fire, and Frost
Her attacks slow way down, and she is more easily dispatched when confronted with fire and frost, much like any plant. If it is a particularly strong fire attack, she goes up in flames untill she is KO
Secondary mutation description: (if applicable)
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 Style (if applicable)
Explanation:
Pros for fighting style:
Cons for fighting style: The longer she stays a plant, the less likely she is able to shift back into her norm untill she is KO, and the weaker her attacks get.
It would be harder for her to grow a plant from nothing. It would take her more time, and leave her open for attack.
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:
Please write the history of your character and explain when they discovered (if applicable) their power(s).
Xavia's history is hazey. She knows that she came here on a boat when she was a child, and that her accent was not thick, like her fathers... She also knows that within her young form, there lies a strength...
She had, once upon a time, been as normal as the next person, getting on with her life like any other person would do. Everything changed when she turned sixteen, she started to experience things that she had never dreamed of, frightening things....
On her 16th birthday, she was the belle of the ball, her frame clad in the frills of a yellow gown, tiara perched atop her head. It was a boy-girl party, and the sound of one of those teeny bopper bands playing in the background. Everything was in order for the birthday girl.
Her boyfriend, Derek, grabbed her hand for a dance, and so they did. As she smiled up at her first love, and he smiled back, nothing in the world could ruin the moment for Xavia...
But something did...
As the dance was about to end, all the lights flickered off, the music coming to a hault... The confused teenagers looked about in surprise, what was going on...
Then came the first screams, "Like, oh my god, look!" CRASH!
The sea of bodies swarmed around the room, trying to get out of the way as men came in through the tall windows of the posh mansion. They were all clad in black, these men, faces hidden by ski masks.
The chaos, that day, was great, and ended with the kidnapping of the queen of the dance, the birthday girl...
They took her to a lab, then, leaving behind a macrabre scene of slain teenagers that later became known as the birthday massacre. A missing persons report was filed by her father, after he'd returned home that night for the private celebration, upon the discovery of the bloodied room. He hadn't seen his daughter anywhere...
Nothing much is known about what happened after that, the police had no leads, and the case grew cold after awhile.
Xavia was found a year after her abduction, wandering down the road as if in a zombified state. Weirder yet, were the flowers growing at her feet in the middle of winter....
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: My best friend, aka Pixiewercat
Do you have any other existing characters, if so who: I have many in various realms, but this would be my first, here.
Sample RP:
She was like a shadow in the forest, her form submerged within the dense undergrowth, and the various debris that littered the ground beneath her feet. Ahh, such a lovely place, this wooded copse. She was quite at home amid the trees, surrounded by leaves and the smell of rotting flora rising from the loamy earth....
Her fingers were touching everything, feeling the texture of a random leave, caramel eyes fastened to the suspended drop of dew as it winked in a sunspot. The air was thick around her in a humid haze, while the imaginary camera zooms out to show the rest of the scene: the plastic structure of a greenhouse. The whole, forest image was one in her mind, for she stood, as she did every day, in a man made structure.
This place was her livelyhood, her sanity... The plants were her babies, each and every one of them, and she stood there crooning to the greenery, not minding a bit that she must seem crazy. They didn't understand, they didn't know what it was like to have gifts like this. ".... and after I sprinkle water over you, then I will sing to you... Would you like that, my pretty fern?"
As if the fern could talk back, one would think if they watched her long enough on any given day. At least, she seemed to think they did. This young woman would lean in, ear first, to listen to something that could be just a figment of her imagination.
People felt sorry for her, they trully believed she was a screw loose, and the poor girl could only find happiness within the confines of a large, plastic coccoon. Rumor had it that her dad couldn't bear to put her into a mental institution, it would break his heart to see her in a padded room. He just couldn't do that.
What they didn't know is that she -could- hear the plants speak to her, she -could- feel their whispering breaths against her ear. They loved her, loved that she paid attention to them. They responded eagerly to the brush of her fingertips, thrived in the glory of everything that was Xavia, some even coiling a loving vine around her index finger, as if to say, "Thank you... Thank you..."
They also didn't know that she knew about the whispering. She wasn't stupid, and she wasn't deaf. If she, herself, didn't hear it, the plants certainly did. How they took offence when someone called Xavia insane... But Xavia took it in stride, and asked that they could please not worry about it... They just didn't understand...
And so, it was thusly, that she was able to spend time in peace, ignoring the talk, parting ways with the babies that were ready to move on to another home, every day the same...
Ah, and this day was no different from the last... She grew thoughtful as she pulled away from the fern, intent on getting the watering can. She was lost again in taking care of her babies, woolgathering. She needed a vacation. Xavia found herself wishing that she could do something out of the ordinary, but she didn't want to leave the greenhouse. It was bad enough that she secretly felt like a freak, why do it publicly?
"Xavia, Mishca is going to take over... Vhy don't you go home, dearlink?" Her fathers voice was worried, as usual as he called out from down the aisle a way, "You've been vorkink all day..."
"Alright, Pappa... Just one more thing to do, and I'll go..." she replied, gesturing toward the door and sighing.
"Oh-kay! Call if you need anythink, dearlink."
"Yes, Pappa."
She slowed her pace a bit, any excuse to stay longer. But, to her disapointment, the watering can was a few steps away. She regarded the container with a reluctant eye, and muttered to herself, before tapered digits reached to take hold of said object. It only took her a few moments to have the fern watered, and a soft cradle song sung to the fern.
"Sa-vee-ah! Go home, please, dearlink!" It was her mother, this time.
So she left.
On her way home, the walk was quiet, she thought. Too quiet.
Her gaze grew wary as she slowed her pace for a second time, curiosity lighting her caramels with an inner shine. Did she just hear the snapping of a twig? Nah.... She continued to walk, pulling out her mp3 player, sticking the ear peaces into her ears, singing along to the sounds of Regina Spektor, "On the radio, on the radio oh, oh.."
Perfect opportunity for a cliche strike from behind... The shadows seemed to stretch overly long behind her, undulating in the strangest of ways. Still, she walked, oblivious to the lurking darkness that enveloped her silhouetted form from behind.
She stopped again, pivoting quickly, after feeling an uneasy prickle against the back of her neck. The shadow was gone. Were her eyes tricking her, or did she see something dart into the woods? Nah, her eyes were just messing with her, she thought. "Okay..." mumble... With a shrug, she turned back around.
Something was surely stalking Xavia, and though she had that intuition, she hadn't seen anything of immediate danger. She turned up the volume untill the sounds of the gadget were blaring through the headphones, never really pushing aside that lumpy feeling in her gut. Maybe she had just been working too long, she pondered. It's passed five, and I'm tired.
That feeling of unease wouldn't shake, though, and the brunette paused again, turning off the mp3 player and listening closely... -Snap-... THERE!
She turned quickly, only to come face to face with a foul breathed man, piglike eyes staring her down. He gave a rotten toothed grin, a sadistic smile indeed, and she craned her head back in disbelief.
The smile grew taunting, and the foul smelling feind seemed to puff up a bit, a rhasping, creepy laugh coming from his throat... "Pretty girls like you shouldn't be out walkin' alone in a place like this, darlin'..."
Xavia smiled, then, lazily. He didn't scare her, he was less frightening than her intuition was warning. The man's smile quickly flattened into a grimace, and he tried to clap his arms around her........
She awoke in a film of sweat... It had been a strange dream.
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