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Post by Meltdown on Jul 13, 2009 23:45:56 GMT -5
::YOUR CHARACTER:: Do You Own An Existing Character on LoE? If So, Which One?: NO Name: Tabitha Smith Codename: Meltdown Affiliation: Brotherhood Age: 22 Physical Appearance:Height: 5’ 7” Weight: Roughly 130 lbs. Eyes: Green Hair: Blonde Strengths:She’s a street kid and knows how to take care of herself. She also has a tendency to look after those she cares about. But don’t get too emotional about it. Weaknesses:Tabitha’s anger can sometimes get the best of her. Usually she can keep her powers under control while she’s angry. But she can be easily swayed to use them. Her real weakness can be herself as she does not have the ability to reabsorb her bombs. So once they’re made there’s no going back. Powers:Meltdown has the power to create psionic balls of energy, which she calls her "time bombs". These "bombs" explode with concussive force. She can produce marble-sized "bombs" which have little concussive impact and which she uses for playing pranks. She has produced "time bombs" ranging up to the size of beach balls, which, when they explode, can smash tree trunks and even metal objects. Tabitha can control the amount of time between the creation of one of her "bombs" and the time it detonates. She can mentally muffle the sound of the detonation. Although this is an ability she’s still working on. (partially taken from the marvel database, tweaked for my own growth of the character) Other Skills:Street fighting, picking locks, pick pocketing, stealing cars, stealing from stores. History:Meltdown’s power came at the age of thirteen. And for most of her life she never got along with her parents. So when her mutant powers emerged, her parents were appalled. Resentful towards her father, Tabitha put a small explosive ball of energy in his food. In retaliation, her father beat her severely. After learning there was a descent sized mutant population in New York she ran away from home and hopped on a train to New York. (partially taken from the marvel database, tweaked for my own growth of the character) Kimberly Wyatt
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Post by Emma Frost on Jul 14, 2009 2:14:24 GMT -5
I would prefer Meltdown - But you can stay Brotherhood if you wish (we do need more BHood characters!)
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Post by Meltdown on Jul 14, 2009 13:09:44 GMT -5
Ok. Then I'll change her name.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jul 16, 2009 2:58:10 GMT -5
Excellent. Now. I'm going to be different this time. I'm going to give you a character, and I want you to write a Sample of that character - very odd, I know, but it's a test of your skills If you absolutely refuse, I can do what I originally do. Your character for your sample is Wallflower. Try for a long post (as if you are starting - everything else is totally up to you!)
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Post by Meltdown on Jul 16, 2009 13:37:11 GMT -5
Hope this is what you meant.
Laurie sat on the grass looking up at the clouds. The beautiful day blew a soft wind but that wasn’t why she sat alone. It was her thing to be alone, but she knew inside she didn’t really enjoy it. But it wasn’t for her own safety, she felt it was more for others. So they could be free, free of what she does to them without even knowing it.
Distant laughs took her attention as she watched some of her classmates playing frisbee. They ran, jumped, laughed, they were having fun together, as friends. As she watched them she could feel her stomach fall and something within her felt like it was stirring a pot. The relaxation the clouds had brought was gone and she didn’t want to be there anymore.
As she walked near them her head hung low, trying not to be noticed, trying to just be left alone. The laughter died down and she looked over at them. They had stopped playing and the smiles were long since faded. They looked tired, almost sick like as some sat down and some just walked off. Looking down at her hands she knew it was her, she was the one killing their fun.
Doing a slight jog to get away she wanted to let them continue to be happy and she didn’t stop until she knew she was long gone from them. Shaking her head she knew she inadvertently had done it again. She had hurt people who done nothing wrong. Messed with their heads, their feelings. Her mother had experienced the same thing and she has never had a desire to hurt someone like that. Not like the pain she saw in mother’s eyes. She refused to be that pain, that disease her father had created. Such irony, he helped to create her.
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Post by Emma Frost on Jul 16, 2009 14:19:31 GMT -5
This is good! I think it kind of worked - Just trying to see your skills Approved.
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