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Jan 2 2018, 11:54 PM

Molotov



Celebrity Claim-Deborah Ann Woll



Full Name- Sonja Renee Simons
Nicknames/Aliases- Red Sonja, codename Molotov
Age- 25
Date of Birth- December 13
Faction- Unaffiliated
Occupation- bartender, volunteers at a battered women’s shelter



Personality-
At twenty five, Sonja Renee Simons has grown into a tough as nails woman who has her own code of conduct that she sticks to. Call her a vigilante, call her a bitch, call her anything but late to dinner, what you see is what you get with her. She doesn't like to play games, or to be toyed with. She's honest about most things (except her night time activity after the bar). But she's painfully lonely. The loss of her parents combined with her past relationship have shaped her into a woman who is very frightened to let anyone in past the surface, or the first night. A second date is a foreign concept for Sonja. And while she's strikingly beautiful and sexy, it's almost as if she doesn't know it. Or if she does, she doesn't really care-- her looks aren't the most important thing in her life. She keeps in close contact with her twin Tommy and her baby brother and sister, but they know Sonja won't be coming back to Kentucky any time soon. Life on Grandma's farm never was home for her-- home was New York and the discovery of X-Men, who she is also still iffy of getting in contact with because of the risk of exposure. Instead she makes her way day by day on her own.

As far as her personality goes, Sonja pretty much brings her problems on herself with her almost dual natures. She grew up being raised primarily by her father and grandmother who both had strong moral compasses and strict views on right and wrong. Those values were deeply instilled in Sonja, to the point that she still says a rosary every night before bed. At the same time, her father's death rocked her pretty hard. Because he stood for so many good things in the world and he was simply taken from her and her siblings without warning and for no reason other than he was a mutant, she has grown very angry and rebellious. She has her own little way of handling trouble when it crosses the path of someone who can't. She knows how to walk through the fire and let it burn...

And speaking of fire... yeah Sonja likes it. Maybe a little too much at times. She thinks it's pretty, and can be drawn to the flames. She wouldn't call herself a full blown pyromaniac-- that would be wrong and imply she had a problem with the lovely source of warmth. Instead she'd just prefer to say that if there's a fire and nobody's dying inside of it... well she wouldn't stop it from burning.
Likes-
  • dance
  • the idea of love
  • good friends
  • being a twin
  • sleeping late
Dislikes-
  • cold
  • being away from her twin
  • clingyness
  • being “rescued”
  • someone thinking she’s incapable because she’s female
Strengths-
  • loyal
  • sarcastic wit
  • levelhead in dangerous scenarios
Flaws-
  • has a bit of a dark streak
  • hot temper, but quick to cool down
  • holds grudges forever



Power Name- Flammable Bodily Fluids
Description- Molotov has the ability to secrete flammable liquids through her blood, sebaceous and salivary glands. The sebaceous glands in her palms produce a thick, viscous fluid that is chemically similar to napalm. Combined with a spark she is able to light these fluids on fire. Her blood has a flammability level of 4 and ignites into flame upon contact with oxygen, whereas her sweat, saliva, or “goo” requires an activator like a lighter or matches to combust. Thus why she carries small glass vials around in case of need for a quick molotov cocktail.
Limits-If she is cut or cuts herself deep enough, her flammable blood can burn her when it ignites. She also can not imbibe alcohol or she runs the risk of self combusting the minute it hits her bloodstream. She can not create flame and requires an outside source to ignite her flammable liquids (even her blood must come in contact with oxygen in order to ignite)

Power Name- Non-Flammable Integumentary System
Description- The chemical makeup of Molotov’s nails, hair and skin up to the dermal layer contains flame retardant materials that both allow her to use her powers without burning herself and make her virtually immune to flame. There is a clear film like contact lenses that form over her eyes the hotter the temperature gets to protect the from heat.
Limits-Sonja’s body, below the dermal layer, is not inflammable. Her bones, tissues and internal organs are capable of burning and retaining damage fro fire. Sonja is also incredibly susceptible to cold, and avoids it. If exposed to freezing or below freezing temperatures for too long her body is capable of making her physically ill like someone succumbing to blood poisoning.
Skills & Abilities- Sonja is an incredible listener and extremely loyal friend. She’s scrappy and streetsmart, can pick a pocket or two when needed (or lets be honest, wanted.



Height- 5’11
Weight- 150
Eye Colour- blue
Hair Colour- red

Appearance- Red hair; Blue eyes. Legs for days. Typical style: Sonja tends to dress to impress, in sexy but stylish clothes. It’s easy to understand why some people thought Molotov was an Angel of Vengeance, what with her nearly 6 foot tall height and flowing red hair, her well defined muscular arms and legs, curvy bust and the junk in her trunk that never seemed to quit. She’s a stunner in and out of her clothes, and she knows it. Truth is though, she doesn’t care much about her looks. There are numerous scars on her body that remain from activating her blood power.

Her one vanity, or she’d say her one beauty, is that hair. It tumbles in thick auburn waves to her waist, and turns to almost rose gold color in the summers when she spends time in the sun. Sonja refuses to cut it off and opts for low chignons and ponytails to keep the mane off her face.


Gear- There are always at least six different sized glass vials on Sonja at all times.
Additional Information-

Hometown- Taylor Mill, Kentucky
Immediate Family- Mikhal Simons- father, deceased
Angela Simons- mother, deceased
Tomas Simons- twin brother, alive
Morgan Simons- sister, alive
Adam Simons- baby brother, alive.
Others- N/A
History- Sonja and Tomas Simons came screaming into the world to mutant parents, right smack dab in the middle of the living room of the Simons house in Taylor Mill, Kentucky. The Simons were the perfect family of four, before Morgan was born, followed shortly by Adam. Half a dozen big now, Sonja became her mother’s little shadow.

It was after the birth of their youngest though that Angela's health began to fail. Having battled and beaten breast cancer in her twenties, the Simons' thought those trials were behind them. However, a large mass was discovered in Angela's uterus after the birth of Adam, and she had an emergency hysterectomy. Unfortunately, even after removing her uterus, her oncologist found that the disease had spread to her pancreas.

Sonja remembers turning her parents bedroom into a hospice center. She remembers reading to her mother in bed, brushing her long red hair, so much like her own, and not mentioning when there was more in the brush than on the bed. Tommy pulled back, and Sonja held tighter, it was the twins way of trying to keep their mother going. And Angela held out for as long as she could-- but eventually her poor body succumbed to the cancer when the twins were six, Morgan 4 and the baby not even a year old.

Angela's death hit Sonja in the way that she felt she now had to be the mom in the house. Her father, knowing he couldn't be a full time father to four kids in the podunk country, moved the entire family including his mother in law to New York. Sonja grew up then surrounded by family. She longed for the day she would gain a mutation, while her brother feared it thinking that the x-gene was what killed their mother eventually. When her powers first emerged, Mikhal worked with Sonja on control, and on how and when to use her abilities. She was the happiest girl in the world when he voiced out loud the possibility of her attending the Xavier Institute.

All of that changed when she was fourteen years old, and her father was killed. Sonja was devastated. Her father had been her hero-- a paragon of everything good and real in the world. He was gone in a flash. What was the point in being "good" and "honest" if the rest of the world was just going to hate, hurt and revile her for being born a mutant anyway? Add to that the fact that Grandma planned to move the entire clan back to Kentucky, take everything she'd known and loved about her life and her family from her, Sonja was furious. And when she was furious-- her powers went wonky.

Sonja cut herself. She took a knife and cut her arm, watching the blood pool and ignite into flame. She ran away from home that night, afraid she'd burn it down. She managed to get herself an apartment and to finish high school. She met a boy who thought she was pretty, no meant yes, and I love you was said with your fist. The first time he hit her, Sonja forgave him. He was drunk and she’d provoked him. The next-- well her skirt WAS very short and she did encourage that customer who was flirting with her for the bigger tip. Soon Sonja became something of a shut in, going to work and coming home, never going out, not going out, avoiding friends, never speaking to members of the opposite sex. Her world became about keeping Marcus happy.

It didn’t take long before she learned that was not going to happen. A huge fight and trip to the emergency room left Sonja with a broken wrist and the horrible knowledge she’d miscarried a child that she’d not even known she was pregnant with when Marcus beat her to within an inch of her life that time. The knowledge that there’d been life inside of her and there now wasn’t caused Sonja to snap. She went home. She told Marcus. And when he raised his hand to her, she let her powers lose on him for the first time. She lit a match and walked away. If Marcus burned to death or managed to get help before he did Sonja didn’t know or care.

Sonja walked for five hours that night, not knowing where she was. She talked to herself a lot that night; acknowledging what she did and what it meant. She was able to calm herself enough by remembering all the things her father had taught her about her powers and how to protect herself and others. And the decision was made for her then. She was going to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. If that meant bending the rules, breaking a few laws, or not doing the "right" and "honest" thing all the time, so be it. This wasn't a "right" and "honest" world she lived in anymore anyway.

She took a job tending bar in one of the less seedy areas downtown and spends her evenings patrolling for trouble. And if there's no trouble that needs her powers-- well she's never against looking for some of a different variety...



Player Name- Shyley
Age Old enough to know better
How Can We Contact- PM for info
Time Zone- EST
How did you find us? magic
Other Characters- Laurie Collins

Role Play Sample-
"You gonna let me in or what?"

How telling those words were of this functionally dysfunctional dynamic between Sonja and David. Of course Sonja was going to let him in. There was no use pretending she didn't know what he wanted when he showed up at her bar tonight. Floodlights soooo wasn't David Summer's scene; especially on a weekend with live music. He was there for her. She knew it, and liked it. So much that when she spotted him across the room, every other prospect for the evening disappeared. David was there because he wanted her, and she had no plans to turn him away.

The way he took control and stepped into the fight had left her craving more. Call her a bit of a sadist, but David fighting for her was incredibly sexy to Sonja. Not enough that she'd go out provoking every horny toad until someone took the bait around him and she got to watch him put the guys face into a wall. But enough that after the bastard slapped her and he came down the alley she was content to watch David do what he did best.

Well, what he did second best in her opinion.

As he gripped her tighter a small noise came thick with hunger from the back of Sonja's throat, and she managed to get the door unlocked. As it swung inward behind her, she placed her hands on both sides of the collar of that mud brown jacket and tugged David inside the apartment. Quickly locking up behind him, Sonja double checked her security alarm and such. Her neighborhood wasn't exactly the nicest of places, and for a girl living alone it was better safe than sorry most of the time. Add in her hobby of going out and beating the tar out of would be criminals...

Call her crazy but she was a safety girl.

Certain they were alone now, the heat that had been building was seeping through her skin like an electric blanket. Coming closer to him, Sonja lazily draped her arms around David's neck, staring up into his green eyes with her own blue ones. Softly, she stood up on tiptoe and brushed his lips with hers gently. It-- well it was a different kiss than the kind she usually gave him. There was a bit of sweetness behind this press of her lips to his. As Sonja pulled back, she gave David a very sexy, and very longing filled smile.

"That was thank you. Fer comin to mah rescue. Again."

Those words had weight. She hated when people thought her weak and frail just because she was a girl. Proving she could hold her own against the evil and plain old assholes of the city had been something of a crusade of Sonja's for years. Her hand lifted to one pale cheek, testing the skin for tenderness. There was a bright red imprint on it from where Toolboy had slapped her, but it probably wouldn't bruise by morning. She didn't want David to see her marked up by anyone or anything but him.

Because-- she did let him in. Few people got inside Sonja's head, and David was one of those few who actually mattered. She'd risk her life to save an innocent person, but she'd give her life to save his if it came down to it. She didn't like thinking that way, but it was as much a part of the world they lived in as her mutant status.

The smile on her lips changed from sweet, to pure longing as Sonja slowly drew the zipper on the front of her vest down to let it hang open. Her figure was on display for him only now,; creamy flesh swathed in lace and marred in spots by battle scars. Leather and lace described the woman before him to perfection-- tough and durable, feminine and sexy as hell.

Again her eyes smouldered with longing as they held David's gaze. "You're welcome to the rest." she breathed, her voice tight and breathy with the excitement for what was coming next.
Dec 7 2017, 08:25 PM

WALLFLOWER



Celebrity Claim-Lili Reinhart



Full Name- Laurena Leighann Collins
Nicknames/Aliases- Laurie, Laurie-Leigh, Laurena Garrison (name on birth certificate)
Age- 17
Date of Birth- 25 December
Faction- New Mutants June 2015
Occupation- Music Class Teaching Assistant.



Personality- Laurie, at heart, is the girl next door. She's shy and quiet, tends to keep to herself and lose herself in her music, and would take a night by a fire with a good book over a night dancing n a bar any day. She is strikingly beautiful in the classic sense, but has absolutely no idea how to accentuate that beauty or any desire to learn how to use makeup and the like since she wishes most of the time to not draw any more attention to herself than necessary. She tends to be old fashioned in that she uses and believes in good manners, being treated like a lady, there are still gentlemen out there, and chivalry isn't dead.

Once you get to know her, you find that Laurie really is an odd duck in that she is goofy and silly, will go out of her way to earn your smile, and feels it's her duty to cheer up a friend when they are down. She tries to be the big sister the younger students can confide in because she's been through “the public eye” and survived in tact. And while Laurie tells everyone to believe in themselves, to not hide who they are, and to have pride in their accomplishments, she truly feels most of the time she is telling people to do as I say and not as I do.

Deep down, Laurie is afraid of herself and incredibly insecure about her abilities. She fears being truly alone, and that is why she sought out her father after her abilities manifested. She had hopes that Sean Garrison would instill in her a sense of pride in what she could do. Instead she found herself used and manipulated into landing him seat in the senate. She is afraid every relationship she has will wind up being like that-- manipulating or manipulative she doesn't see the difference between which was worse.

Likes-
  • Music of all sorts
  • Playing the piano
  • Composing music
  • Sciences, especially genetics and how the human body works
  • Magnolias
  • Art and painting
Dislikes-
  • Her father, Senator Sean Garrison
  • Bigotry
  • The spotlight/ Crowds
  • Opening up to someone and then them rejecting her
  • People who define themselves by their sexual orientation and don't actually understand what the label they've given themselves means.
Strengths-
  • Good listener
  • Gives solid, well thought out advice
  • Extremely loyal
Flaws-
  • Painfully shy at first
  • major trust issues
  • can’t stand publicity



Power Name- Pheromone Manipulation
Description- Laurie can control emotions through pheromones that she secrets through her skin. In the beginning she couldn't control when she released them and couldn't emit pheromones to project an emotion she wasn't feeling. During her time at Xavier's, she learned some levels of control over her powers such as locking them down, emitting on command, and inducing a variety of emotional and physical responses that include fear, anger, lust, calmness, happiness and sleep.

At this point she is able to choose what emotion to emit unless under severe emotional duress. Her pheromones create a form of minor empathy. This allows Laurie to sense another person’s emotions before selecting which pheromone to emit. She is also able to subconsciously broadcast her own emotions through matching her pheromones with how she is feeling.

Limits-Each of Laurie's pheromones has a subtle scent to it-- anger and hate tend to smell like lingering cigarette smoke, lust leaves a whiff of incense in its wake, love brings on a faint touch of chocolate, calm and joy vanilla and sandlewood, sleep warm spiced milk, fear a copper-like after scent, etc.

Her pheromones are ingested naso-orally and therefore are ineffective if they can not be inhaled. (ie, Laurie can and never will be able to affect Chamber because he does not breathe) The more concentrated dose of pheromones inhaled, the stronger the effect of the selected emotion. Her maximum dose is effective for 15 hours at full concentration, trace scent can last up to an hour before the dose wears off.

Her powers are released into the air, and therefore can be directed by wind patterns. They can also be dispersed over a crowd. They effect a minimum distance of less than a foot away to a maximum of 3 mile radius from the point of origin. If carried on the wind, Laurie's pheromones have traveled as far as 25 miles, but they lose potency by degrees for each mile over 3 from the source.

A person who can not feel emotions, such as a psychopath or someone with a medically defined anti-social personality disorder, would still be effected by Laurie's pheromones but are more likely to be cognizently aware that they are suffering a mutation effect because they suddenly are feeling when before there was nothing. Mutants with a healing factor tend to metabolize the pheromones faster, those with heightened senses can identify the pheromone release by taste and scent.

There is a withdrawl from Wallflower's pheromones that tends to mimic drug withdrawl symptoms. Her most potent dose can lead to addiction in those with addictive personalities, while a minor dose can give the after effect of a minor hangover.

****ANY USE OF LAURIE'S POWERS ON ANOTHER PLAYER WILL BE DISCUSSED PRIOR TO BEING PLAYED OUT****

Skills & Abilities- Laurie is a very talented musician with her primary instruments being the piano and her voice. She loves to sing, but is very private about her music. She also possesses some amazing potential as a songwriter and a painter.



Height- 5’9
Weight- 150
Eye Colour- blue
Hair Colour- blonde

Appearance- Tall and willowy, with long blond hair and bright blue eyes, Laurie Collins would be stunningly beautiful if she tried. But she doesn’t try, wearing the barest lip gloss and pulling her hair into a ponytail as often as she can. She favors conservative clothes, jeans and sweaters, yet feminine as well. Her nails are kept short for piano and meticulously groomed. She does her best to blend in with a crowd or stick to the fringes whenever possible.

Gear- Laurie always wears a small gold locket that has her mother’s picture in it.

Additional Information- Laurie has many fears and insecurities that any normal girl her age does, but she also worries that she has no TRUE friends because the people she considers true friends are actually influenced to like her by her pheromones,That she is a monster because she didn't cry when the boy who knocked her out committed suicide, and that she'll die a virgin because she will never know if a boy actually likes her or just wants her because she wanted him to. She doesn't eat meat, but crumbles like wet cardboard for sushi, keeps pressed magnolias on the music stand of her baby grand piano, and has a tendency to bite her bottom lip when nervous, flirting, or thinking hard.



Hometown- Flushing Queens
Immediate Family- Gail Collins, mother Senator Sean Garrison, father
Others-
History- At the age of nineteen, Gail Collins was seduced and swept off her feet by Sean Garrison, a rich playboy with political aspirations. They got married on a whim. Working as a waitress and a valet to put him through law school Gail was happy to do it and over the moon when she found out she was pregnant with his child.

After her first trimester, though, things -changed. It was like a fog was lifted from her brain and Gail could see clearly who Sean was-- and she didn't like it at all. Sean Garrison had empathic pheromone powers and used it to manipulate people and get money, fame and women. They fought and he pushed her down a flight of stairs. Gail claimed she lost the baby and slept a final night in Sean's embrace at the hospital before running away to New York to have her baby. Laurena Garrison was born, but Gail kept her last name for her daughter.

Gail raised Laurie alone. As a young girl Laurie displayed a sweet nature but a shyer quality than most girls her age. She preferred indoor activities to out, didn't enjoy dancing, and fell in love with the piano at the age of three. She was quite gifted as well, mastering the basics of the instrument by eight and even composing her own music by the time she hit her teens. Music was Laurie's escape. She would pour her heart into what she'd play, and when she would sing she had the oice of an angel. Gail encouraged her to join school choirs, thinking the social activity and Laurie's natural talent would help her come out of her shell more. Unfortunately, it brought on jealousy from her peers and left her more ostracised than accepted, so she simply stopped auditioning for solos.

One afternoon her freshman year Royce Geran, the captain of the football team, caught Laurie singing and playing in the band room and convinced her to sing a solo at the next pep rally. The shy sweet girl was flattered and eventually gave in. Suddenly Laurie became very popular. She didn't realize that it was because her powers had emerged again, having manifested when Gail was pregnant with Laurie. Gail remained immune to her pheromones and tried to talk to Laurie about this gently, but Laurie, who hadn't realized why she'd suddenly become popular, became scared of what she could do.

At the pep rally, Laurie tried to tell Royce that she couldn't sing. He took her warning as stage fright, and leaned in to kiss her. Laurie was shocked but enjoyed the kiss. Until Royce's girlfriend Jennifer pulled her off of Royce by the hair. A fight broke out, and the angrier Laurie got, the angrier Jennifer did too. Laurie realized when she smelled smoke that she was causing the fight, that her crush on Royce had caused him to kiss her, and she tried to calm the crowd.

But as she did, someone shouted MUTANT. The cry took up and Laurie was shoved from person to person. She was hit, punched, clawed, and shoved to the ground; slamming her head against a metal locker and falling unconscious. She didn't remember anything after that except waking up in the emergency room with her mother there.

This incident left Laurie more of a shut in than before, and she refused to sing anymore. She would still play the piano when she thought nobody was around to hear her, but never in front of others. Gail, more worried than ever about her little girl, packed them up and moved to Salem County. She enrolled Laurie in the Xavier Institute where she was able to learn the basics of control over her abilities. By the summer, Laurie wanted to know more about what she was capable of. She debated getting cured, and ultimately decided against it because she wanted to be herself and wanted people to like her for herself-- and that included her powers. So she reached out to the one person who knew how to fully control empathy and pheromones-- her father.

At first, things were great. Sean was fascinated by Laurie, and astonished to learn his daughter was still alive. Sean's political aspirations had extended to the race for senate, and with his lovely daughter by his size he created quite the image. Under the guise of "teaching", Sean manipulated Laurie into using her powers to help him get elected to the senate. His pheromones were dispersed through touch, and he convinced Laurie to use her powers near the polling house, "just to help those on the fence make up their minds." The polling house turned out to be the highest contested one in the state. Between her pheromonal influence in the air and Sean's with every hand he shook, the race was a slam dunk. When Laurie realized what she had done, and that her father didn't truly love her but what she could do, she left without a word and returned to the Xavier's Institute to finish her education.

As she unpacked her bags once again, this time in a room of her own, Laurie wondered what kind of hand fate would deal her this round....



Player Name- Shyley
Age 37
How Can We Contact- PM for info
Time Zone- EST
How did you find us? Top Sites
Other Characters- none ATM

Role Play Sample-
(This is a world where Laurie dated Josh Foley who dumped her for Wolfsbane, and Wither lost his powers on M-Day)

Romeo and Juliet was a looooooooong play. Laurie hadn't realized just how long of a play it was when she had invited Kevin to come check out the campus and the play with her. One of her sorority sisters, Melinda Greene, was playing the Nurse, and what was left of the X-Students had all come out to see her. They sat in a wolf pack surrounding Laurie and Kevin, as if by huddling together they could somehow MAKE themselves stronger and protect each other. The girls had like Kevin right off the bat, and he had been charming and flirtatious, but clear he was there with Laurie.

Now, as they watched Juliet fight with her parents over being forced to marry Paris, Laurie noticed that Kevin's hand was resting palm up on the arm of the seat next to her, in a subtle invitation for her to hold his hand. She was cautious, and wary. The afternoon they had spent the day before was wonderful, and the first time she had truly felt alive since returning from visiting her father. And when he kissed her in the rain....

Laurie had never been kissed with so much fire before. It had literally taken her breath away. Then the assassin had attacked last night, and Josh had been so weird... She had driven him back to Rahne's, but now... she was wondering where they stood.

And her thoughts turned to the character of Paris. He wasn't really much of a character. He basically was a threat. A deadline to force the lover's hands.

But what if Paris wasn't just a deadline? What if he was more than that?

What if instead of being banished, Romeo just plain old didn't want Juliet? She poured her broken heart out to him, and found that instead of him loving her he had taken Rosaline to bed. What if Mercutio had been her first love, and when he died Paris had been the one to comfort her? And now, what if he was the only one she could tell about the whole awful thing with Romeo?

Would it be so wrong to give him what was left of her broken heart, if only to make him happy?

He had taken care of her when she needed a friend to hold her more than anything else on this world. He had defended her, taken down people who hurt her, and never asked for anything.

She'd have to tell him the truth. That Josh had blasted a hole in what was left of her heart after Tom had been murdered. That every day was a struggle to keep going and hold herself together. And that he made it better by being around. By making her laugh, and yes, by wanting her.

She sighed. The truth was Romeo wouldn't walk out on Juliet because he didn't want her. That's why their names were forever linked. Juliet Gets Dumped would make a pretty lousy play.

But that also didn't mean she should just shrivel up and give up on ever loving someone again. Especially when someone who did love her was right here next to her. And she loved him. Not the way she loved Romeo, because there was no chance of her ever loving someone like that again after the damage he had done. But in a different, and entirely new way that was both familiar and passionate and comfortable all at once.

Silently, without a word, she took Kevin's hand and squeezed it tightly. If he heard the whole story, how broken she was, and he still wanted her, she would be his. She had to be fair. He deserved to know what he was getting into.

Something deep down though, told her that even after knowing, Kevin would want her anyway. And that thought was more comforting than anything she had experienced yet.
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