Laura "x23" Kinney

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Laura "x23" Kinney

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{there's more than one way to skin a cat}

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Full Name: Laura Kinney
Code Name: Talon, though most call her x-23
Age: Seventeen
Date of Birth: Unknown
Sexual Orientation: Sex doesn't matter, though she's drawn more towards males.
Species: mutant
Alliance: x-men
Citizenship: Marvel
Canon or Original?: Marvel Canon

"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"

Hair: Laura has long hair that she rarely sees any need in styling. It's dark with a slight wave and usually she will either leave it down, though she supposed it would be smarter to tie it up in a fight.
Eyes: Green eyes, like cat's eyes.
Height: 5'6
Weight: 160 lbs (extra weight because of the adamantium claws.
Distinguishing Marks: Most scars are long gone, though there are marks from where her claws come out. She doesn't bother herself with things like piercings.

Appearance: Though certain aspects of her figure are obviously feminine, Laura is also toned from exercise and training. She's of average height and average build. Over the years her shape has definitely started to grow more feminine and she definitely looks nothing like the man she was cloned from. She tends to always be seen wearing leather jackets, well leather anything to be honest, and fairly tight tops. She doesn't really like skirts and much prefers to wear trousers, usually also leather. She likes dark colors and you can be damn certain you're never going to see her in a pink, frilly blouse.

Face Claim: Nina Dobrev

"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”

Likes: Weapons, challenges, fighting, science, statistics, Wolverine (She finds herself protective of him since they share the same genes)

Dislikes: Social situations, humor (it's not really that she doesn't like it, she just doesn't understand it when other people use it, though she's getting more snarky herself from prolonged exposure to others), kindness (she doesn't know how to respond to it), not knowing what to do, being controlled, not knowing who she is, herself.

Personality: Laura is a robot. At least, that seems to be the general idea. She usually finds no problem with harming and killing people and everyone she somehow manages to get close to she inadvertantly hurts. She's emotionless. That's what people say. She's a trained killer and that's obvious to look at her. She's great at manipulating people and incredibly well eductated in combat, battle skills, sciences, language, psychology and sociology. Laura is still not quite certain how to act around people and constantly has to remind herself that being annoying isn't a killing offense. She can be sarcastic, but also incredibly blunt and her words are rarely filtered. She can definitely be too honest at times and has to force herself to care when it comes to most things. Truth be told, she has a habit of hurting people accidentally, simply because she doesn't understand them and is often in arguments with others because she doesn't know how she's supposed to act. However, she's not entirely uncaring despite popular belief. She is incredibly protective of those she manages to care about.

One thing that Laura won't admit to is fear. This is due, in part, to the fact that she very rarely feels it. The only time she's really scared is when it comes to getting close to people. She knows how easy it is to make her kill someone and she's terrified of killing someone she's managed to get close to. After all, when all it takes to make you kill is a scent, being close to people is difficult. On the rare occassion that she actually manages to care about something, Laura will definitely hide it. She hides any emotions other than anger deep down within her until even she doesn't think she actually feels them. She simply doesn't want to get hurt any more and not feeling makes things easier so over the years she has ignored her emotions to survive.

"With great power comes great responsibility"

Powers:
Regeneration: She is able to recover from injuries very quickly and efficiently. Her healing is so strong that she can even reattach something like a hand or a foot if it were to come off.

Superhuman senses: She can see further and better than others and is even capable of easily seeing in the dark. She can track using her incredible sense of smell and she has an incredible sense of hearing., capable of hearing sounds normal humans can't.

Superhuman Agility and Reflexes: She has far better reactions, balance and coordination than any top athlete.

Durability and Slow Aging: Laura can physically exhert herself for a long time before she starts to feel tired and she can take far harder hits than any normal human while still remaining unfazed. She also will age a lot slower than a normal human, meaning she will live far longer.

Adamantium Claws: She has incredibly strong claws which can cut through most materials. She has two on each hand and one on each foot that she can extend whenever she pleases.


Weapons Her main weapon is her claws.


Strengths/Abilities:
Laura is truly excellent when it comes to combat. She was raised to be a killer and knows practically all forms of martial arts. She's skilled with weapons and incredibly dangerous when it comes to a fight.

She's an expert at covert ops and knows how to use explosive and weapons and hundreds of assassination techniques. She's a top secret operative.

Because of her enhanced senses, Laura has great skill when it comes to tracking and has memorized a lot of different scents.

Laura can also speak french and Japanese fluently.


Weaknesses:
Because of the "trigger scent" she can go into rages and accidentally kill people. She can be controlled by the trigger scent, killing people without being able to stop herself.

Energy blasts are a definite weakness as they are far harder to recover from for her than other attacks.

"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"

History:
Please forgive me.Even as I write the words, they ring so hollow. My mistakes…No, my CHOICES…they cannot be undone, much less forgiven. All I can do now is tell you what happened. How all this came to pass…and the truth about weapon X.
Had it ended there, would I be less of a monster? Or more? Would I even know the difference? Of course I don’t have to tell you about monsters. Your life is defined by monsters. Replicating the mutant genome proved difficult…but rebuilding weapon X seemed all but impossible. For every enzyme, for every codon, for every sequence we repaired, or even built back from near nothingness, we seemed to be missing a million more. But I felt alive. The work, the failure, the challenge. It was like a brilliant light shining inside me. I felt…like my life had a purpose. What a fool I was. I was defiant in the faces of my failures. I was determined to succeed out of spite. Weeks passed. I was working on two projects, living two lives. I was used to that. I had kept secrets before. It seems so incredible to me now, that in all that time, given everything I knew… What I was doing and what the end result would bear… I didn’t give it a second thought. I told myself that you weren’t real. I told myself that this was science…not life. I was creating a weapon…not a child. I was wrong. When I was little, I always believe that everything that happened to me—I deserved. That we ALL get what we deserve. Maybe I was right. No longer the experimenter, I was now part of the experiment. A vessel to be poked and prodded. To be violated. They certainly didn’t care about me… not with a weapon to train. A team of physicians, psychologists, nutritionist and military strategists now ran my life. They watched my every move…but they didn’t see everything. I ASKED you for forgiveness before. Now I’m TELLING you…Don’t forgive me. Don’t forgive ANY of us for what we did. Ever.

I remember everything…everything we did to you..and you deserve to know why we did these things. Your training was designed to strip you of your humanity. After all, in the eyes of the Program, you weren’t human…you were a weapon. A weapon I willingly conceived for them. Our orders were to keep you from gaining any sense of self…something they said would compromise our ability to control you. We were never to treat you as a child, only as a weapon…but not everyone followed those orders…I’m grateful for that. Sutter wanted to complete your construction…but that wasn’t possible while your healing factor was dormant. You would never survive the surgery. So, Rice was given permission to take whatever steps necessary to activate your x-gene. He chose radiation poisoning. You nearly died that day. Unfortunately, Rice was right. The radiation worked. Now, nothing stood in their way…especially me. I only found out later what happened… That your claws were extracted one by one… That he sharpened, then coated them with the indestructible metal, ADAMANTIUM, outside of your body… It was never suppose to be like that. So much wasn’t. I should’ve known what was coming…Not that I could’ve prevented it…but I would’ve tried. I’m sorry..so sorry…

When it was time for you first field test…the target was chosen with a flip of a coin. Who it was didn’t matter. As long as the target was “high profile”…and couldn’t be gotten to. Sutter needed to make a statement. And you delivered it to the world. I wanted to understand why we were doing this. I told Martin I needed to understand…why you had to publicly kill an innocent man, his family and so many others.So, he told me…He said, it’s simple. You can’t sell anything…without advertising.That’s what this is all about. The buying and selling of lives for profit. Not saving the world, or taking over it. No, this was about money. A lot of it. Martin sold you a million dollars a pound…and as you know by now, there was no shortage of buyers. Rice was right. I didn’t matter. Not to them. Not to you. Not to anyone. All I could do was watch…While you were forced to kill…And kill…And kill…And kill…You killed royalty. Godfathers. Drug lords. Dictators. Assassins. Anyone…Everyone…for a price. For three long years, you murdered without fail. Every target they marked, you killed. Every time limit they set, you beat. Every rendezvous point the piotted, you reached…except one…the one where Rice was waiting for you.

When Rice came back from the mission, he told us what happened. He said…that you didn’t make the rendezvous in time. That he had to abort the mission when the team started taking fire. And that he saw you die. But I didn’t want to believe him. You never told me what happened. How you survived. How you made your way back. Why didn’t you tell me? For so long, I held myself above Sutter and Rice. They made you a killer. They were using you. But all it took was one phone call to open my eyes and see…I was jut like them.

They say in life that we are judged by the choices we make…They are what define us…I chose to bring you into this world. I chose to stay in the program even after they stripped you of your humanity…and molded you into a weapon. I’m responsible for everything that has happened…For all the pain…For all the death…For everything you’ve suffered…Because I had a choice…when you had none.
And I chose to do nothing. I always assumed it was Rice that cut you. He hurt you so many times in the past…he almost killed you twice…I never wanted to believe…that it was you. The damage I’ve done…I can never forgive myself.
You couldn’t stop what Rice made you do…but somehow you managed to save Henry and to tell me the truth…Which means there is hope…You showed me we failed…You are not a weapon…you are a child. Always remember you are not to blame. You did not pick this life. We…I forced it upon you. The blood you have spilled is on my hands, not yours…And please understand why I must ask you to kill one more time. Because tonight, what you do is right. Tonight, what you serve is justice. Tonight, you take back the life we stole from you.

I never wanted a family. My father stripped me of that desire. He took my childhood…My innocence…Me life…And the I took yours. I became what I hated and fear the most…and you became my victim. But then you showed me hope. Not when you saved Megan, but when you saved Henry. You showed me that we can choose to be something other than what we have forced to be…That we can be something better than that we believe we are. And, in that moment, you saved my life. All that matters to me now is that I save yours. I wish we could just run away without any more bloodshed…But if we don’t stop them, they will never stop. They will do it all over again. They’ve already started. After tonight, we’ll just keep moving and never look back. We’ll start a new life…Have a future…Be a family. I’m sorry I waited so long to tell you these things. There is so much more that I want to tell you, and I will…But one thing you must always remember…No matter what has happened…And no matter what may come…You are a child, not a weapon.
You are my child. You are my daughter…and I love you. I will always love you, Laura.

Your mother,
Sarah

"She wasn't my mother.... Or maybe she was. I don't really understand what that means. But I cared about her. And she grew to care about me. She created me. Isn't that what all mother's do? She carried me in her womb like any other mother. But I wasn't biologically her's. She was a surrogate. And I was... I am... an experiment.

They made me do things when I was younger. Things that now give me little to no emotional strain, but at the time I remember they hurt a lot. Mentally and physically. They made me this way. This cold, uncaring way. They made killing normal. They pulled my claws out and coated them with adamantium, they poisoned me with radiation to activate my mutations. They made me kill my sensie when I was just a child. I'm sure that would have upset me then. Perhaps I would have even cried. Now I will not let myself feel any such emotions.

I was not much older than ten when they sent me on my first mission and I killed many people. People payed for me. They wanted me. They wanted me to kill without mercy. And that was what I did. But she didn't want that of me. She wanted me to find her niece once, but she didn't want me to be a killer. And maybe I wasn't as ruthless as everyone thought.When I was to kill a child I would not. The man in control wanted me to kill his predecessor. I did. I just wouldn't take the child's life. Then my mother and I were to run away. I was to destroy pods. Pods that would grow to be like me, and kill the man who controlled me. We should have known it would end in bloodshed. The trigger scent caused me to kill my own mother. My mother who named me Laura.

I fled alone, taking solstice with my mother's family. Things weren't normal for long. An agent tried to manipulate me. Ultimately he failed and I took my mother's family to safety. But I couldn't stay with them. I was not normal. Nor would I ever be. It was time to confront my original. I fought him. I won. I did not kill him. But he knew of me. He knew of me because of her. Because of my mother.

After that was the first time I was arrested. I had already killed so many and this was my first arrest. I met people of S.H.I.E.L.D. Ultimately, they let me go. They didn't want me to become a weapon their company used. Little did they know that a weapon was all I was. All I ever would be. I traveled idly for a while. Then I was taken in by a pimp. At least there my work didn't leave a trail of dead bodies in my wake, not that dead people bothered me at all by that point. Then I met Kideon. And I finally did something good. We rescued a fellow mutant and I killed my pimp. I wanted to protect the other girls. I'm still not sure why I wanted to protect them, but I did. For some reason I developed a knack for saving people. Then, finally, I ran into my original again. Or, well, he found me. And I worked with him. with the X-Men. Then not long afterwards I found myself working with them again. Then I ended up at Xavier's institute.

"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."

Writing Sample:

Curled up on the sofa, Laura sighed. Having claws in your feet tended to restrict your shoe choices. You couldn't just trow on a pair of those silly, floppy shoes. You needed something stronger. x-23 tended to go for leather cadet boots. Extending her arm out, her claws burst through her knuckles as she swiped at the front of one boot, before moving to make an identical incision in the other. Stretching out her left foot, she pulled it into the boot before extending the claw on her foot and quickly retracting it. Perfect. Though it was easy to slice the boot with the claw on her foot, it was best to make an incision first for cleanliness' sake.

Yawning, she stretched out on the seat. She wasn't tired. It took far more than a short day's work to tire Laura out. In truth, she was too underworked. The institute seemed perfectly fine, it just wasn't something she was used to. She didn't know what to do when she simply had to sit around. It was strange to say, but this all felt too safe. She wasn't used to safety. It made her far more anxious than any danger ever could.

But at least she got to be alone. She wasn't in the mood for people and silly small talk. She would never understand why people felt the need to ramble on about the weather and their predictions. If she would reply to such predictions that it smelled like rain, those who heard her would simply wrinkle their nose as if that idea was any more absurd than the idea that they had some sort of sixth sense as far as the weather was concerned.

x-23 didn't understand people, and she certainly didn't know the first thing about how to act around them. It seemed that most of them understood her as little as she understood them. Her ways, her mannerisms, everything about her, was foreign to those at the institute. But she truly didn't care about such things. Perhaps there was a part of her that wanted comfort, normalcy, but that part had been shoved bellow all the horrors of her past and her itch to hurt something. She was growing restless within the institute and if something didn't happen to entertain her soon, she wouldn't be responsible for her actions.

"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"

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