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Oct 20 2017, 06:42 PM


Celebrity Claim- Madelaine Petsch

Full Name- Cessily Claire Kincaid
Nicknames/Aliases- Mercury
Age- 16
Date of Birth- May 11, 2000
Faction- New Mutants – Arrived to Xavier’s January, 2017
Occupation- Student

Personality- To best understand how Cessily ticks, one must first consider who she was before her mutation manifested and everything flipped upside down. Pre-Mercury Cessily was well liked, the kind of girl the moms secretly fought over for babysitter dibs. Though she was vying for the captain spot on the competition cheer squad this year, the girl is far from a vapid bimbo. Cessily was always a good student, maybe even encroaching on teacher’s pet territory simply due to her perfect attendance, ever present raised hand, and solid academic performance. High expectations at home meant a strict study schedule and tutoring when any grades came close to a B. Hardly one to crack under pressure, she thrived on it, and gained much of her self worth from the quantitative and qualitative reports of her success.

Where Cessily has abundant book smarts and self discipline, she often lacks the street smarts otherwise known as common sense. Perhaps the stark realization that she is a mutant and on her own will help to remedy that. Her literal interpretations of things can leave her well underneath the flight zone of certain jokes, quips, and innuendoes, though she does have a weirdly funny sense of humor. At least not the type of humor you’d expect to come out of a preppy cheerleader. Being the people pleaser that she is, Cessily thrives in a group of friends and cares fiercely for those she is close to. That being said, she can be derailed by this drive to be liked and easily manipulated by someone conniving enough to do so.

Now that her appearance and physiology changed, her family abandoned her, and she was left to pick up the pieces on her own, the facets of Cessily’s bright personality have changed. She is lost, unsure of who she is after being so confident in the young woman she was becoming just weeks before. Everything that meant something to her… family, friends, home, cheer; all of that was gone. When she looks in the mirror, she doesn't recognize the girl staring back, and it scares the hell out of her. Cessily feels like a freak, like her perfectly peachy life was stolen from her, hardly proud of the genes that make her truly remarkable. She is half dreading the transition to her new life at Xavier’s, but half hoping it makes things start to feel normal again.

Past or present, Cessily was a member of a close family, and being with them is still one of the most important things in her world. She hasn’t yet come to terms with the fact that they want nothing to do with her now that her mutation manifested, and she still calls them bi-weekly to check in. And every time she gets the voicemail, but she figures they’re just really busy and will call back when they can. There is a space left by the rapid jettisoning of Cessily by her family, and a motley crew of mutants at the mansion who just might be able to fill it.

  • Twilight: Shut up, she knows vampires don’t sparkle, it just does things for her.
  • Tumbling: Flips and spins to make you feel alive! Until you nearly break your neck… then you really feel alive.
  • Taquitos: Line em’ up and she’ll knock em’ down.
  • Smores Pop-Tarts: Frozen, as a midnight snack. They are everything.
  • Hip-Hop: She’s got flavor… for a ginger.
  • A dirty kitchen: It’s where food comes from, people!
  • Gritty/mealy textures: Pears, crappy apples, cornbread, you name it. Sends a shiver down her spine.
  • Getting B’s: Anything less than a 91 on any given assignment makes her stomach turn.
  • Frozen: Let that shit go already.
  • Justin Bieber: She’s not 13 anymore, and she knows what a douchebag looks like.
  • Dedication: When Cessily says she is going to do something, she does it. She will commit tirelessly to a task to see it completed, with a borderline stubborn sense of commitment.
  • Optimism: Cess is the girl who can look a particularly bleak situation in the face and come out with at least a thread of a silver lining. It’s something that keeps her from quitting, but also leads her to overlook flaws in people and situations in search of that silver.
  • Loyalty: When she’s with you, she’s with you. It ties her stomach in knots to see the people she cares about suffer or be badmouthed. Cess is one you can count on not to leave you behind, even when it might be in her best interest to do so.
  • Self-Doubt: Unsure of who she is now that her mutation has manifested, Cessily is filled with self doubt. About her place on this earth, about her worth as a person now that she’s so different, and about what she is destined for.
  • Impressionability: Cessily was disowned by her own family for her mutation, and the desire to be wanted and loved by someone after she lost the people who mattered most leads to a very impressionable young woman. Peer pressure is going to be one of her worst adversaries at the school.
  • Honesty: This is actually one of her flaws due to the way she dispenses it. Cessily is honest to a fault, even when lying might be the best idea. Lying causes her too much anxiety for it to be worthwhile. So she’s brutally honest, and at times tactless in that honesty’s dispersal.

Power Name- Malleable Bio-Mercury Form:
Description- Cessily is composed of a non-organic, non-toxic liquid metal similar in its appearance and properties to elemental mercury. She has the ability to mold and morph this metallic form at will, whether it’s melting into a featureless puddle in order to sneak into hard to reach places, or covering her entire body with sharp spines as defense. The shapes her form can take are limited by her imagination and the static amount of mass she has to work with, but she is now only beginning to master rudimentary shapes, weapons, and constructions.

- Self Sustenance: Since she is no longer a carbon-based, organic lifeform, Cessily has no need to breath or consume food for energy. She is a self-sustaining entity, though she still eats and drinks out of habit and the sense of normalcy it provides.
- Telepathic Resistance: Cessily’s abnormal physiology makes her very hard to telepathically influence or detect her.
- Molecular Adhesion: Perhaps her most useful ability aside from her fluid shapeshifting, the ability to cling to surfaces on a molecular level, is key to the utilization of the full scope of her ability. This allows her to move her body along surfaces without the typical features needed to do so, and also gives her the ability to climb walls and anchor herself while reaching, stretching, or transforming her shape.
- Enhanced Durability: Due to her liquid metal form, Cessily’s bones, muscle, and skin were transformed into something much more durable, stronger, and harder than flesh and bone. To a certain extent, she is impervious to physical injury (excluding fire and shock) as a knife swipe or bullet might go right through her instead of their intended effect of harm.
- Magical Resistance: Similar to her telepathic resistance, her unique body composition makes it harder to magically harm, detect, or influence her. For more powerful magicians, this resistance may be overcome.

Limits- Electricity: Mercury’s greatest weakness may very well be her sensitivity to electricity. Electric shock and current disrupt her control over her malleable form, causing it to behave erratically or remain transfixed depending on the voltage/frequency of the waves passing through the conductive metal substance she is composed of. Aside from the unpredictable affects it has on her form, exposure to a high voltage charge is extremely painful, leaving a lingering discomfort that she often feels days afterward.

Excessive Heat/Fire: Though she is typically unaffected by normal occurring temperatures (up to 110 degrees Fahrenheit or so), long exposure to excessive heat or acute exposure extreme temperatures causes instability in her form. Burns are painful and their searing pain tends to linger, much like electric shock.

Mass: Cessily is only able to utlize the mass she had when her mutation manifested. Thought it can be concentrated more densely in parts of her body, she cannot generate greater mass. If a part of her was permanently separated she would lose mass equivalent to the part lost, but would be able to regenerate/reform the limb like she normally would.

Skills & Abilities-
Gymnastics/Acrobatics: Cessily has done gymnastics since she was three years old, and she turned her love for flying through the air into a fun source of exercise and a valuable asset. Her practice in the gym has given her a keen sense of her body in space, both linearly and rotationally, which has unique implications given her power set. Cessily has an advantageous strength to weight ratio due to regular rigorous gymnastics based workouts, and a powerful short sprint.

Height- 5’4”
Weight- 114 lbs
Eye Colour- Silver
Hair Colour- Red

The Cessily before her mutation was a fair skinned, hazel eyed, spritely girl. She loved dressing up in skirts and dresses, tie dye, flannel, and any colorful pattern she assured herself she could pull off. Cessily was always made up, a product of her mother’s raising and the idea that a lady should always have her face on. Since the changes of her mutation, she’s saved a lot of time not looking in the mirror. Instead, now she spends a lot of time looking like a mirror.

After her mutation manifested, her stature remained the same, still the petite and athletic girl that she’d always been, her form ideal for the flipping and flying through the air that her hobbies required. Cessily carries herself with poise and good posture, a product of mother’s constant reminders to sit up straight and bring her shoulders back. She used to have what she considered every reason to carry herself with pride, so remnants of that sneak through the discomfort with herself that she now harbors.

The most obvious effect of Cessily’s freshly manifested mutation is her silver, metallic skin. This mercury-like appearance extends to her entire body, save for her hair, which remains the red it was before her mutation. Her hazel eyes have lost their color and the differentiation of her pupils, irises and sclera, leaving them a smooth silver like the rest of her. This bio-mercury form has the ability to change shape, effectively altering her features while leaving her mass unchanged. She can also change the texture of her skin (ie: from smooth to spikey) and though she hasn’t explored her ability yet, she has the potential to take on some unique humanoid forms.

In an effort to hide the changes her body has undergone, Cessily has taken to wearing dark baggy clothing, scarves, and hoods. She prefers to be covered up, both as a means of anonymity and a way to avoid having to look at her changed form herself.

Gear- Cessily does not carry any gear… other than a hairband.

Additional Information-
Cessily is still reeling from her big change and searching for her new normal. Family was a huge part of her life, and being without the support of her mother and father for the first time in this only child’s life has been nothing short of devastating. She needs people she can count on that will accept her for who she is, so she can go back to enjoying who she was.

Hometown- Portland, Oregon
Immediate Family- Ellis Kincaid (Father), Jill Kincaid (Mother)
Others- No friends yet to speak of on this side of the states.

Cessily Claire Kincaid was born to proud parents Jill and Ellis in the southeastern side of Portland, Oregon. She was their one and only child, a daughter they doted on shamelessly and who hadn’t really ever let them down when it came to deserving such high praise. The family lived in a relatively affluent area in Portland, careful to be in the zoning district for all the best schools with all the best sports teams. If the word privileged comes to mind here, it wouldn’t be misused. Given some aspects of her raising that leave her out of touch (she’s never done laundry before, or had to cook dinner) she had always gotten along well socially at school and was a front and center contender on many of her cheer squads.

In short, life was peachy for the Kincaids.

Both her parents were active politically and staunch proponents of then President Elect Kelly, having worked for his campaign in the Portland chapter. Though Cessily was never outright told it was okay to hate people for a certain characteristic they had, Jill and Ellis weren’t shy in dropping hints toward their abhorrence of mutants. As liberal as her town and school were, there weren’t many openly out mutants that she attended with, and Cessily hadn’t met enough mutants to have her own opinion on them. So for the time being, she would quietly agree with her family at home and keep quiet with anyone else regarding the topic, seeing it as one better not to broach unless absolutely necessary.

With cheer tryouts rapidly approaching and the desire for the captain position firmly seated in her heart this competition season, Cessily began her winter break just like any other. Only a bit more stressed out than usual. On a rainy Wednesday night, she and her father had gone to the athletic club for their traditional weekly shoot around on the basketball court. What began as a lighthearted game of hoops soon turned into a horrifying scene as her mutation manifested, leaving her melted into nothing more than a bubbling puddle of liquid metal. And as the crowd began to pile around Ellis to see what his daughter had become, the first inkling of what he would have to do sparked in his mind.

When the pain stopped and Cessily’s figure finally came back to her, she was left naked and forever changed, surrounded by a bunch of horrified looking strangers, before being wrapped up in a gym towel and ushered back to the car. Her parents knew she had to go… She couldn’s stay here like this. The longer she stayed, the more people would know, and the more questions people would ask of the Kincaids. Cessily could just go away to boarding school, no questions asked. The scene her transformation made meant her status as a mutant was public knowledge in the community, but if there was never a face to be put to that story, keeping up the façade of the American dream was still plausible for Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid.

Jill and Ellis woke up before the first light of dawn and hastily packed a carry-on bag of essentials for Cessily before sweeping the sleepy teen into the car. “You’re going to New York, to a school for… people like you,” they explained. They left out the part about how they couldn’t stand to see her anymore and were sending her away indefinitely. The public embarrassment of having a mutant daughter that looked like Cessily, especially when you were campaign volunteers for the likes of President Kelly, was just too much for them to fathom. Short of dumping her on the streets of some other town, Momma and Poppa Kincaid felt their only option was to send her to Xavier’s. That car ride was so clearly ingrained in Cessily’s mind, the girl becoming more and more aware and steadily less groggy as the family’s Volvo completed a maze of turns then stopped.

This isn’t the airport… she thought to herself, looking out the fogged window at the sign on the building that read GREYHOUND. Bundled up in what might be considered a hipster burqa to conceal her appearance, she was left with a backpack and some clothes. Cessily and the bus bumped down the seemingly endless series of miles and transfers between Portland and Westchester, reluctant but hopeful for what lay ahead.

Player Name- Bashi
Age 26
How Can We Contact- Skype or PM ☺
Time Zone- Pacific
How did you find us? topsite bidness
Other Characters- Notion

Role Play Sample-

“Watch that guide hand, you’re veering to the left.”

Cessily fought to roll her eyes at the correction her father offered, but adjusted and lobbed the ball toward the hoop. The swish of the net was a relief to both of them, as the girl was starting to succumb to a dangerous mix of boredom and frustration. Her father always wanted her to play basketball, his genes guaranteeing her to be naturally athletic. But much to his chagrin, his daughter wanted to stand on the sidelines and cheer on actual athletes instead. It’d taken some time and a lot of Cessily showing off her tumbling prowess for him to admit that it was a “real sport,” so any chance he found to get on the court and connect with his daughter was quickly snapped up.

“There you go!” Ellis encouraged, his 10,000 watt smile beaming at his only daughter. Grabbing the ball on the rebound, he tossed the ball back to her for another shot. Cessily steadied herself, balancing her weight between her two feet evenly before looking up to the net. On an exhale, she brought the ball up into position for her next shot, but froze and lowered it a split second later. She felt tingly, and there was a slight ringing in her ears… For lack of a better expression, something felt off. But Cessily chalked it up to repercussions of ignoring the warning on the package to not eat the cookie dough raw. She considered for a moment to call it quits for the afternoon, but the eager look on her father's face encouraged her to stick the funny feeling out just a little while longer.


Cessily’s stomach lurched, a sick bubbling sound rumbling forth, then silence. She froze in her spot, hugging the basketball to her belly in the hope that pressure might alleviate the sudden knifelike sensation in her core. Her brows knitted together, a grave expression of fear and confusion washing over her fair features, hazel eyes pleading with her father’s equally puzzled gaze.

Then, she fell… or at least it felt like falling. Cessily Kincaid lost all sense of her body in space, sinking, slipping backward as her feet melted out from underneath her. Already fair of complexion, Cessily’s skin took on a grey pallor, emphasized even more by the look of terror and confusion on the girl’s eyes. The basketball fell to the floor of the court, bouncing and rolling off to the side unnoticed while Ellis’ worst fears were being confirmed right in front of his eyes. It was happening… He thought he was in the clear after her early teens, but now half way through her sixteenth year it was happening. His daughter was a mutant.

“Dad?” she asked at first, all too calmly, as if admitting something was terribly wrong would all of a sudden make this situation real. “Daddy!?” Cessily called out, her voice rising with panic. Gone were the freckles, the pink nail polish, the pearly whites. She wasn’t grey anymore, instead her skin now resembled liquid mercury, reflective and metallic. Hardly anything more than shoulders and a head, melting into a pool of herself, Cessily pleaded once more for her father to make it stop. To wake her up from whatever terrible nightmare she’d fallen into.

“Please… Daddy… Help m…” she managed before her mandible melted downward, stealing the last vowel of her plea. Where a strong, confident girl stood moments before now lay a bubbling and writhing puddle of liquid metal. Head swimming, every nerve in her body crying out, Cessily made one last effort to reach out, a single hand forming from the pool to reach for the person who swore to always keep her safe. And no matter the years that father and daughter had shared before, Ellis couldn’t help but recoil away, his sudden awareness of the crowd forming around them confirming that his nightmare, too, was very real.
Aug 23 2017, 01:52 PM
Howdy-hey, y'all. I was playing with an idea I thought I'd share with you! It is derived from this experience I had last year in New York. My homie works at the Museum of Natural History and took us on an after hours tour after the museum closed down. There are eight floors to the museum, the bottom four being open to the public and the top four designated for offices, classrooms, labs, storage and more (Neil DeGrasse Tyson's office is here! Hnnnngg Nerdgasm.) We were able to explore these floors (and the roof), and the hallways throughout were filled with file cabinets as far as you can see filled with samples of every kind tiny critter (flatworm, butterfly, centipede, fly, whatever) You name it, they were storing it. Not to mention the crazy catacombs of pottery and artifacts that didn't make the main displays of the floors below and were catalogued there as well. It was immense and old and super interesting, and it seemed like there was far more in there that had accumulated over the years than anyone could possibly have a complete knowledge of.

So this got me thinking...

It'd be a blast to explore the possibilities of the museum for both the X-men (through a class field trip to the museum that goes wrong) to the brotherhood (possibly seeking some valuable/powerful item stored at the museum), with the added element of danger of the residents of the museum coming to life. Yes, giant dino skeletons, wooly mammoths, sabre tooth tigers and shizz live and comin' at ya. I was playing with the idea of Selene Gallio being the architect of their animation due to her power set and the fact that her ancient ass could be looking for something old and dusty at the museum.

This idea is still in its infancy but I'd love to hear some feedback or ideas you might have! I think it'd be a fun way to get everyone together and kickin butts.

Jul 18 2017, 01:25 AM


Celebrity Claim- Alicia Vikander

Full Name- Charlotte Aviela Page
Nicknames/Aliases- Notion, Charlie, Chuck, Chuckles
Age- 25
Date of Birth- 9th of September
Faction- Unaffiliated
Occupation- New to town and open to opportunity, but mostly subsisting off coercion and extortion for the time being.

Charlie’s personality is the product of her work for most of her adult life. Having been both in the Israeli Defense Force and Mossad (Israeli Intelligence), she has developed vision of the big picture and the long game, and is constantly playing it to suit her hand. She is a very calculated and deliberate person you can depend on, and her word carries its weight. That being said, she has been burned by others who she assumed to be part of her own team enough times to have developed a healthy weariness. Being in the game of wooing others into doing what she wants, she isn’t one to be easily persuaded by flattery or adulation. Charlie isn’t afraid to hurt someone (physically, psychologically, monetarily, etc.) if it suits her needs. It’s not that she lacks remorse for their suffering, it’s that in some way or another she rationalizes that they deserved it or aren’t too much worse off for it. For years she fought wars for people not looking out for her interest, or risked her life for people who treated her as a disposable pawn. Now that she was free as a civilian, Charlie is free to live her life by her own rules and profit from her own work.

The woman isn’t all business, and even during her service often brandished her wicked sense of humor and piercing wit. The nature of her abilities make her a bit of a head turner and draw people toward her like a moth to flame, so she has grown to become very extroverted. Charlie is the type of person you can drop into a room full of strangers and still feel at home. Her social confidence, flexibility, and fluidity are things that made her successful as an intelligence operative and serve her just as well now. She doesn’t have much of a cruel streak (if it doesn’t serve a specific purpose, that is) but isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. As a child she often lacked money for things people in other places around the world would call basic, so it doesn’t break her heart in the least to extort money from the ostentatiously wealthy.

Now that she is no longer working for her country or government, she is free to pursue her own agenda. Her fresh start in the states gives her the freedom of putting whatever came before behind her and crafting a new persona. She is excited to taste everything that life in this new country and big city have to offer to her. There is so much excess, especially in the lives of New York’s wealthy socialites. The idea of sinking her teeth into the scene and their coffers gives Charlie almost child-like giddiness. If she can logically justify a deed, no matter how irresponsible or terrible it might seem from another perspective, she won’t lose sleep over it. Misdeeds for the greater good or betterment of the cause were understandable, but senseless or causeless ones left a bad taste in her mouth. Charlie is just sure enough of herself that this line of thinking could get her into trouble should she come across someone who could blur the distinction.

  • Krav Maga/Climbing/Exercise
  • Anything with an engine (particularly two wheeled)
  • Shopping with other people’s money
  • Shakshouka
  • Dancing (all varieties but particularly with a partner)
  • Laziness and Entitlement
  • Mayonnaise
  • People who think they’re more clever than her
  • Country music
  • Untidiness/poor hygiene
  • Methodical, calculated, and organized
  • Quick thinking and an adaptive problem solver
  • Works well collaboratively as a leader or support
  • Can be prideful at times
  • Trained/inclined to obey upper command, even though she may not fully agree
  • A little wrapped up in newfound civvie freedom

Power Name- Pheromonal Coercion
Description- Charlie has the ability to influence the thoughts, behaviors, and actions of others through release of chemical pheromones from her skin and mucous membranes. She can control the release of them from a mild (barely perceptible) to more intense concentration. At the lightest of effects, Charlie’s pheromones make the target more susceptible to suggestion, more likely to trust her, more interested in what she is doing or what she has to say. But at its stronger concentrations, Charlie can persuade someone to divulge their deepest secrets, betray their most sacred values, forfeit their most valued possessions, or submit to any of the fancies of her will. She can convince someone of facts that in their clear mind they know aren’t true but would swear are correct while under her spell. She induces a trance like but lucid state in a target, where they are not themselves but not a stumbling mess either. The execution of Charlie’s focused powers of coercion is mostly completed through verbal instruction once the target is properly intoxicated with her pheromones. The longer someone is exposed to the pheromones, the stronger of a hold she has on them. She doesn’t need to say anything to get people to gravitate toward her and open up to her, but in order for her to follow a command it must be spoken.

Though she has the ability to tone them down and lessen the concentrations she is outputting, Charlie cannot completely nullify the effect that her pheromones have on people around her. The effects of her pheromones, when inhaled at a distance, usually begin to show at a range of 5-10 meters. The inhalation of these pheromones naso-orally has a less intense effect than being exposed to them directly through Charlie's skin. Where one’s will might be a bit more pliable for Charlie at a few meters distance, she can have them wrapped around her finger with a simple touch of the hand or shoulder. Contact with Charlie’s bodily fluids, such as sweat and saliva, produces a nearly foolproof intoxicating effect. This is the most concentrated state that her pheromones exist in her form, and even for a strong willed individual is difficult to resist.

In general, one would need to be exposed to low concentrations of Charlie's pheromones for a sustained amount of time (around 20-30 minutes) to produce intoxication. For high concentrations of pheromones at a distance, one can be intoxicated in 2-5 minutes. For high concentrations and direct skin contact, the effect is often instantaneous but may take 30 seconds to take effect depending on the target. The effects of her abilities last as long as they are still being dosed with the pheromones. There is the possibility to build up a tolerance to the pheromones in low doses over a relatively short period of time, but developing a tolerance to very high doses could take months or years to adjust to. When breathed in, the pheromones have a very faint, fragrant scent that is perceived differently from person to person (some smell something like lavender, some smell something like vanilla, but it's always hard for them to put their finger on it).

Limits- The greatest limitations of Charlie’s abilities come with the distance or lack of contact between her and her target. Her ability is first noticed at a range of about ten meters, which usually is enough to draw them toward her. Past that distance she is nothing more than a pretty face. The variables that affect the limitations of her coercive abilities include the mental state, will power, training, biology, and abilities of the target. Someone with a great deal of mental fortitude or training/methods to resist the pull of her pheromones and touch may be able to fight off her powers of suggestion and persuasion. Charlie's pheromones are tuned to human/mutant biology, so her powers would not have affect on a shifter who achieves an animal or non-human form. People with healing factors/advanced metabolisms process and break down her chemical compounds faster than others, giving it a weakened effect that can be compromised further through these individuals becoming accustomed to and immune to the compounds.

When exposure to the pheromones has ceased, it takes about five minutes for a target to come out of their daze and back to their senses. If a person has prolonged, sustained contact with Charlie (at low dose exposure) they can build up a tolerance to the low dose of pheromones in about a week.

In terms of execution of her abilities, Charlie’s use of spoken directives limits her ability to convey a message to her target (given a crowded room, loud background noise, etc.) Depending on the situation, the fact that anyone within a given distance is subject to exposure means that whether she wants it or not, the population around her is intoxicated and susceptible to her suggestions. This can be frustrating when you’re trying to build relationships.

Any control exerted over a character will be discussed with said character’s player before it is played out. This ability is meant to be played collaboratively, and that's half the fun!

Skills & Abilities- During her time in the IDF and Mossad, Charlie has gained proficiency in the use of handguns, submachine guns, assault rifles, ranged/sniper rifles, edged weapons, and hand to hand combat/Martial Arts (Krav Maga and BJJ). She is also very proficient on a motorcycle (it’s her preferred mode of transportation) and driving both civilian and military vehicles.

Charlie is fluent in English, Hebrew, Arabic, and French, and has conversational proficiency in Spanish, Portuguese, German, and Russian. She worked as an interpreter when she first joined Israeli Intelligence, due to her proclivity for languages.

Height- 5’5”
Weight- 125 lbs
Eye Colour- Brown
Hair Colour- Brown

Appearance- Charlie is a woman of average height who seems a bit taller than she actually is due to the way she carries herself. Her posture is strong and proud, her figure muscled but petite from years of training and pushing her physical limits. She has learned to match an opponents size and strength with her own speed and agility, so a lithe but dense form is the result. Charlie has olive skill, chocolate brown eyes and brown hair flecked with seasonal highlights from summer sun. Full lips and expressive brows have been trained to give away only what she wants to be seen, though they’re often in the formation of a cheeky grin. Charlie carries herself confidently but methodically, with every movement and accent serving its purpose.

In terms of dress, Charlie is done with the days of combat gear and office-chic and is now exploring more exciting options. She loves to wear dresses (especially since it’s easy to concealed carry an arm on your thigh with those flowy waistlines) and somewhat bazaar, eclectic pieces. But when it comes down to business time, you can’t beat an all black, form fitting tactical suit. She’s a sucker for utility pockets and all the fun doo-dads that go inside them. The brown eyed woman is also a big fan of giant sunglasses and large hats, mostly due to the fact that they cover half her face which makes it hard to see what she’s up to.

Strip her down and Charlie’s past seven years of active duty show like a map on her body. The bullet would that went through and through just above her collar bone left a thick pair of scars that she often keeps covered with a scarf or other adornment. It isn’t because she’s insecure about the mark, but there are only so many times you can hear the line, “A girl as pretty as you shouldn’t be messing around with stuff like that,” before you choose to do something about it. She has a smattering of scars dotting the rest of her form from burns, grazes, and nicks, but as the time passes they are slowly fading along with the lifestyle she led to earn them in the first place.

Gear- Charlie seldom leaves home without her Jericho 941 semi-auto handgun, two magazines of extra ammo, and a small blade concealed around her ankle. She also invested in a KTM Duke 690 motorcycle when she arrived to NYC as well as a matte black full-face helmet and a black armored motorcycle jacket. She always wears a small simple golden necklace charm stamped with the Hebrew character for the first letter of her mother’s name.

Additional Information- Charlie left Israel for the states to have a fresh start and the possibility of meeting up with the only living family she knows of (her father). She is letting loose and reveling in her civilian lack of duties/rules. She has been extorting an Air BnB host into giving her a place to live for free and nipping cash from various sources daily in order to satiate her needs until she finds something more long term.

Hometown- Tel Aviv, Israel
Immediate Family- Sapir Gabay (mother, deceased); David Page (Father)
Others- N/A

History- Charlotte Aviela Page was the product of an unsustainable relationship. Her father, David, was a young CIA agent parading as US military, stationed in Tel Aviv during the Gulf War. Her mother, Sapir, was a local Tel Avivi who had fallen head over heels for the handsome American “soldier”. They enjoyed three blissful years together after the brief war ended, and though he told his love and their newborn daughter that he had retired to private consulting and civilian contracting, in actually David had never left the CIA. He was never supposed to have met Sapir while on assignment in Israel, and it was definitely ill advised to have started relations and eventually a family with her. But, love has its ways of making logical people do stupid things. When it came down to his career or his family, David chose the former and left the day after Charlie’s third birthday without alarm or explanation. Charlie wasn’t told much about her father, but she could hear from the tone in her mother’s voice on the rare occasions that the topic came up, he’d done a great deal of damage on his way out.

Growing up as the child of a single mother in the hustle and bustle of Tel Aviv was an adventure in itself. During her mother’s double shifts to provide enough for the duo, Charlie was left to her own devices after the school hours passed. She didn’t waste this time with unsavory shenanigans, and was by most accounts a good kid. She took her school work seriously, worked hard, and spent her free time generally staying out of trouble. She excelled in learning languages and by secondary school was fluent in English, Hebrew, and Arabic. As a young girl and well into her teens she loved dance, especially the physicality and energy of the movement. Charlie was too young to remember her father before he left, but she felt she had a good life with her mother and the home they built together in Israel and didn’t want for much.

A few weeks after her sixteenth birthday, the course of Charlie’s life took an unexpected turn. Her mother’s health had been declining, and by the time she had finally gotten around to taking the time off work to go to the doctor, the cancer had spread to various parts of her body. It wasn’t a matter of fighting it to win, it was a matter of fighting it to buy time. It took Sapir weeks to muster up the courage to tell her only daughter the news, and when she did the effect it had on Charlie was more than unexpected. The emotional stress of the news that she was burdened with was the catalyst for the activation of her mutation, and the beginning of the production of her potent chemical anomaly.

She didn’t notice it at first until she returned to school the following week. The sorrow that she was feeling seeped from her pores and affected the emotions of the people around her. Her mood was volatile and eruptive, and suddenly so were the people she came in contact with. It wasn’t until one person confronted her gruffly and was brushed off with the suggestion to “Go fuck” himself. He immediately worked at his belt, tossing it aside and making quick work of the buttons of his trousers. Horrified, Charlie pleaded for him to stop just before he could tug off his boxers. At the first utterance of the command he froze in place and, all doe-eyed and dopey, waiting eagerly for his next instruction. This was the moment of realization of the power that would change the course of her years to come. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the gift that could save her mother.

Just a few months before she left for her mandatory two year service in the Israeli Defense Force, Charlie’s mother lost her battle with cancer. She was left with no family to call her own and no one to rely on, so her fellow soldiers became her family. Two of them in particular stole resonated with her heart in a way that only family can. They were the three musketeers, Charlie and her two best friends from her squad Aviv and Tomer. Between preparedness, luck, and Charlie’s abilities they barely made it through their service, and all three pursued intelligence work after leaving the IDF. Charlie was a shoe-in for an interpreter position due to her command of languages, and quickly became at home at the Israeli Intelligence agency called Mossad. As her command over her abilities and her realization of their scope and fine-tuning came to fruition, her utilization at Mossad began to change. Charlie soon made herself invaluable as a negotiator and interrogator at the agency, but she was itching for more than closed room banter and simple manipulations. She wanted a taste of the action.

The espionage, the mystique of a cover intelligence agent. It was within her reach and too enticing to say no. A problem she hadn’t stopped to consider was how a change in her utilization at Mossad meant a change in status. In her past role as a negotiator and interrogator she was at the top of her class. As a field agent, she was more disposable than she knew. After a handful of successful missions, Charlie learned the hard way that she was a pawn in this game, not a Queen. She was sent in blind as bait in an operation that went sour. An operation that cost the lives of her two dearest friends and the only people that really mattered to her. Charlie was the only one out of a team of twelve to walk out alive, thanks entirely to her methods of persuasion. After five years of dedicating her life to her country, she was done. Israel didn’t give a damn if she was alive or dead, she was just an expendable pretty face to top brass.

Now, the young twenty something mutant sets her eyes to the states, to the last place she heard mention of her father: New York City. She wasn’t entirely sure if he was still alive, or if she even wanted to find him, but as far as she knew it the world was her oyster and it was a hell of a place to start. The government salary shekels she’d been saving up would only get her so far, but she knew quite a few people in NYC had some change to spare. Mutant-human climate aside, this city was as good a place for a fresh start as she could ask for. Charlie had given so much to so many for most of her adult life, and not hardly enough was given back. Now it’s time for her to do some of the taking.

Player Name- Bashi
Age 26
How Can We Contact- PM Please ☺
Time Zone- Pacific, bruh.
How did you find us? Marvel RPG Topsites
Other Characters- N/A

Role Play Sample-

“What do you say, darling? Should we stop in?” Charlie inquired, the warm glow of her honey brown eyes beaming down at William.

The man was a shell of his former glory, now seemingly shrinking back ever so slowly to the frail state he was as an infant. Eighty years had taken its toll on the man’s muscle and bone, with gravity being the ever-present nag on his now feeble frame. “You should have seen me when I was your age,” he’d muse every so often, the twinkle of yesteryear’s recollection in his eyes. And each time he repeated this rote phrase Charlie would reassure him with a grin and the words that sounded oh so sweet coming from her lips: “Darling, I wouldn’t change a think. You’re as handsome as ever.” His dizzied mind kept coming back to the confusing fact that he was now arm in arm with a beautiful woman.

But where did they meet? Where were they just before this… and where was it they were going again? At the reception of Charlie’s inquiry, William’s slight 5’3” frame gazed up at her and said, “Whatever you’d like, sweetheart.” The two strode arm in arm into the E 86th St Chase Bank and made their way toward the queue. Charlie’s heels clicked across the finely polished marble floors while William shuffled beside her with the youthful spirit of a much younger man. As they awaited the availability of a teller, Charlie leaned in closely to Williams ear, her voice not above a whisper. She chose her words carefully, as they were to shape this man’s reality in the moments to come. “William, darling. I’m so happy we’ve just been married, and I can’t wait to celebrate! $10,000 cash should do the trick for tonight’s festivities. Now go tell the sweet young lady and have her split it into four envelopes.”

A flicker of surprise and joy flashed across William’s face before he obediently went off to carry out his mission. Polished dentures beamed at a forty something teller as he casually explained his newlywed status and the excitement of a honeymoon shopping spree and night on the town. The teller gave Charlie a funny look before the young mutant strode up to the counter behind William, melting the judgmental grimace from the teller’s face. Where she might have written off someone without Charlie’s gift as a gold digging floosy, the teller now inexplicably wanted to both be her and be on her. It was a funny territory that Charlie, whether she intended to or not, happens to put people in, and luckily she found amusement in it.

“Hi Alice,” Charlie’s silken smooth voice teased.

The teller blushed before saying, “Hello miss… excuse me, Mrs. Keller. Now I just need to confirm with my manager because the amount...” Charlie gently clicked her tongue and softly shook her head, offering an alternative to the sweet puddle of woman before her instead. “I think it’ll be fine as is. Better hurry up, you’ve got a line starting,” she suggested, raising an eyebrow to the one person waiting in line behind her. And just like clockwork, within the passing of a few more moments, Charlie had her cash in hand and her pretend hubby in the palm of the other. They headed to the door, the further from Alice they strode the less love drunk and more puzzled her expression became.

“So, where to my love?” William asked hopefully as the pair flowed back out into the bustling street. It was here that Charlie almost felt bad, because everything leading up to this point for the man who was just a stranger to her half an hour ago was quite enjoyable. Well, other than the getting $10,000 stolen from him, but for this old miser it was a drop in the bucket. No, this part, the abandoning part, this was the part that might sting if you’re soft for that kind of stuff. Luckily for Charlie, she was anything but soft. And the juice in this case was definitely worth the squeeze.

“William my love, this is where I leave you. I am going to walk down the street there and around that corner, and you’re going to stay here and forget you every met me,” she instructed matter of factly and sweetly, like a mother explains a simple rule of life to a child. William’s smile didn’t fade, since the pheromones coursing through his blood stream kept him from feeling anything but love and adoration. But as those words echoed through his head and the distance between he and Charlie began to grow, he couldn’t bring his feet to follow her. And as she disappeared around the corner, so did his memory of her and the wedding and the lifetime of love they had spent together. He suddenly found himself blocks from where he last remembered being, brows pressed firmly together as if their meeting would tie together the clues of what, where, and how. And with each passing step his manipulator took away from him, his sense of dread grew.

For Charlie, the exchange was nearly just as forgotten. The funds she acquired in a half hour would carry her through the month, which in her book was time well spent. She fished for a small set of keys in her jacket pocket, before slipping on her helmet and swinging a leg over the side of her motorcycle. With the turn of a key and the push of a button the engine beneath her roared to life. Charlie took in a deep breath, savoring the crisp air before surveying the city before her. A massive expanse of concrete and metal, parks and people, flowing in and out of each other. There was much to see and do in this city, and she’d barely scratched the surface. Work was over, now the time to play in a great big town has come.
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