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| Glacier | Jun 4 2015, 12:20 AM Post #1 |
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Commander of Zero Station
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Given Name: Charlotte Byrd Alias: Bloodhound Furcadia Alt: Charlotte Byrd Species: Homo Superior Gender: Female Age: 28 Mutation: Charlotte can sniff out and identify Mutants either based on their proximity to her location (Roughly a 3-city-blocks-radius), or a sample of their DNA. Due to her time in The Facility, her abilities had been tampered with to the point where it is very difficult to use them without aid of her respirator. More specifically, without the aid of her respirator, she will non-specifically identify the presence of all mutants within her range. (Ex.: "I'm sorry, Professor." Sniiiiiiiiiiiiff. "There's at least a dozen mutants in that building, but i'm not getting anything specific. I'd need my mask." Secondary Mutation: Normals - Charlotte is also able to pick out specific Homo sapiens with the aid of her respirator. Not Achieved - Charlotte will be able to identify the specific abilities of mutants she detects. Perhaps not the exact limitations of their abilities, but the abilities themselves. (Ex.: Sniiiiiiiiff. "That one does fire stuff." Sniiiiiiiiiff. "She's a telepath." Sniiiiiiiff. "Talks to animals.") Weaknesses - Mortality, of course. Hots, Colds, Sickness, lack of Oxygen. No superhuman armor, nor lazer-absorbant skin. Charlotte's abilities are notably less controllable without her respirator. Also, she is completely unable to use her abilities during a rainstorm, unless she has her respirator. Physical Description: Charlotte is a tall, slim redhead with green eyes and, most times, wears a Gas Mask-like apparatus. More commonly, Charlotte wears combat boots and Khaki/Denim Carpenter pants. As for tops, Charlotte varies. Most days she'll wear a Tank Top or a Crop Top. If she's feeling particularly pretty, she'll wear a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and an underbust corset. Which she may or may not feel defensive about. Personality: Tough as nails, but if you stick around long enough you'll see a softer side. Charlotte tries to stay reserved since her days in The Facility, however her better nature tends to show when caught off-guard. History: Charlotte was born in Miami, FL to two loving middle-class folks. She lived a normal, happy life until around the age of 14. Things started to... smell different. People, specifically. There were two types of people. Ones that smelled like rain to her, and the rest smelled like dust. Without health insurance, her parents just wrote it off as quirky and weird and let her live in her own fantasy. After approaching a girl that smelled like rain on a sunny day, Charlotte asked why she was different. The girl was insulted and paranoid! Charlotte had discovered her secret as a mutant! In retaliation, the mean teenager hit herself in the face a few times before using her powers to burn a spot on the floor beside her. One loud scream later, and the girl had framed Charlotte, calling her a freak. With nowhere to go, Charlotte ran away and hid. A block away from the school was an abandoned building, where Charlotte spent three nights. In the morning of the third, she ran home carefully and as stealthily as possible. Seeking help from her parents, it was apparent that she was too late. Her mother and father had been referred to a man by the name of Col. William Stryker, claiming that a government project was going to help Charlotte, free of charge, in exchange for the parents' absolute discretion. But Charlotte knew better. The girl that framed her made it clear that she was in for hell. In the back seat of a military jeep, Charlotte rode for miles and hours, until they crossed the border into Georgia. Having formulated a plan, Charlotte leapt from the jeep and into the woods. Running as fast and as far as her legs would allow, she'd climb trees and hide in dumpsters. Anywhere she could hide, really. Stole what she could from Gas stations and Grocery stores to survive. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into Months. Months turned into two years. And on one fateful day, when she mustered up enough nerve to steal a parked car, she'd find herself stopped and wrecked by Stryker's men. Waking up briefly in the back of an armored vehicle, they'd smack her with the end of one of their rifle's to knock her back out. One needle later and she was sedated for hours. The next time she awoke, she was in a cell with nearly a dozen others. They all smelled like rain. One by one, girls and boys her age and younger were taken and returned in much worse shape. When it was her turn, it was more of a nightmare than she could've anticipated. They stabbed and cut and poked at her. And when they were done, they sewed and stapled and bandaged her up. Months later, she could barely smell her own hands. Her tear ducts were overused to the point that she didn't have the will to cry anymore. Charlotte hardly had the will to live. With her ability dulled, the men and women that poked and cut at her knew this needed to be remedied. So in a few weeks' time, they injected her with all sorts of things. Told her to tell them things about other people she'd never seen before from cells far away from hers. Eventually they came up with a respirator for her to wear that would help her use her abilities. Charlotte called it her mask, since using it and being successful with it had protected her from being cut into further. And with all of the cuts in her chest, it was a blessing to her. Years passed as she complied. Finding people. Bringing them back to be toyed with, as she was. It made her sick. Five years later, at age 23, she was freed along with many others that escaped Stryker's clutches. But the world was not a place that Charlotte was prepared to integrate with. Not with Stryker behind her. Not with the things she'd done. The people she'd condemned. So she sold her services to contract types. They needed to find someone? She could do it easily. Pay was good, to boot. Three more years and she'd become a pro in her field. Now at the age of 26, she found herself in a Siberian wasteland, contracted to find some collegiate unfortunate enough to be targeted for his wealth. She had to climb a mountain to find him buried in the snow, shivering and frightened. They talked for days, as she waited for the mercenaries to come and pick him off. But he was kind. And he smelled like rain. So, having reached an epiphany that her line of work wasn't going to cut it anymore, she let him go. She explained it all, and they parted as friends. Charlotte retired immediately. Bought a boat, took to fishing, and sold whatever she didn't eat at Old Orchard Beach's Boardwalk in Maine. Living aboard the Sunset Getaway, Charlotte was happy, for once. Woke up when she want to, slept when she want to. She had friends at the pier, Arm wrestled with crabbers in bars, even looked for treasure once just for the hell of it. Two years of paradise. And then her heart sunk. One evening on the boardwalk, she stared down a television set blaring the existence of mutants. Ever-paranoid, broken, and hurting, Charlotte spend the next few days thinking about her past. Her present. And most importantly, her future. Now was her chance to help people. To right the wrongs she'd done and make a difference. Setting sail for New York, Charlotte sought out her people. Possible Future: I'd like to see her learn to use her abilities without her mask. I'd even love to see her become able to identify not only mutants, but also their abilities. I see Charlotte being a support-type character, possibly even a recruiter. Faction: Charles Danger Xavier. Extra: Bloodhound is going to teach Escape Tactics at the Institute! Hooray! When not teaching, I expect she'd make a useful recruiter. |
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| Xenomorph13 | Jun 4 2015, 06:13 PM Post #2 |
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Looks fine to me. *puts approval stamp on* |
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| Ruby | Jun 7 2015, 08:40 PM Post #3 |
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The Big Cheese
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Looks good to me, too! Sorry I took so long to get to these xD was so tired over the weekend. |
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