Natalya "Virus" Pietros
Jan 11, 2013 22:26:32 GMT -5
Post by amora on Jan 11, 2013 22:26:32 GMT -5
Natalya "Virus" Pietros
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Full Name: Natalya Pietros
Code Name: Virus
Age: nearly a century
Date of Birth: December 21st, 1925
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Mutant (identity is a secret)
Alliance: civilian
Citizenship: Original
Canon or Original?: Original
"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
Hair: Long, wavy, bright red.
Eyes: Multi-colored, but normally blue; bright, wide.
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 125lb
Distinguishing Marks: Natalya's fiery hair and color shifting eyes are recognizable, but nothing too extreme that picks her out of a crowd.
Appearance: Natalya is a petite woman, standing at 5'6'' with fiery red hair and creamy porcelain skin. Her eyes change colors, with the same behavior of 'hazel' eyes in the normal population, because of her genetic manipulation shifting the single-nucleotide polymorphisms (or SNPs) in her genetic code (the main factor that is believed to determine eye color) It is more of a cosmetic affliction from the power, much like Nightcrawler and Mystique have blue skin; purely for looks and no added benefit. Aside from her eyes, Natalya could very well be mistaken for just another civilian on the street, as she has no identifiable nor unique 'marks' or appearance alterations.
Face Claim: Deborah Ann Woll
"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”
I don’t even like the ones I have”
Likes: iced coffee, human anatomy and physiology, well-writing pens, oversized woven sweaters, being recognized for her success, laughing.
Dislikes: rudeness, unkind people, lack of passion, ignorance, loud vacuums, knots in her hair.
Personality: Natalya is very awkward in social situations, often filling silence with nervous laughter when she is at a loss for words. She is adorably clumsy, so much so, that she could probably trip over air. She tries to be the best person she can be, without sacrificing too much of herself.
Natalya is incredibly hard-working and determined in her field, amazed at the newest discoveries and breakthroughs in science. She is a bubbly, good natured person who believes there is inherent good in everyone. Natalya often shys away from any type of conflict, choosing to direct her energy towards solutions and ideas rather than fueling the fire of malevolence; she also could not intentionally hurt anyone as it goes against her moralities.
Natalya can be incredibly soft spoken, and has a hard time raising her voice; thus her work mainly being in a laboratory with limited patient contact...as she prefers to work in a solitary environment. Because she's kept to herself throughout the years, it's hard for her to build a connection with anyone on the outside.
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Powers: Natalya has the unique ability to manipulate the genetic makeup/reactions of organic, living matter of any origin. This has even been known to extend to plants on rare occasions. More specifically in example, she could make a gaping wound profusely bleed without clotting...or reduce it down to a scratch. The most control she has is over her own body chemistry, such as slowing down the cellular aging process. Though she can 'heal' or 'deteriorate' things, she cannot completely follow through with her current, untrained powers...she could not completely heal a wound, nor kill someone outright with her powers.[/b] More likely, she would just make them feel an excruciating pain until their body went into shock, or if she was completely focused, a comatose state. The extent of her potential power has not been unlocked nor utilized.
Consequently from her control within her body, Natalya's own functions cannot be manipulated by any others. (Telepaths could not make her move involuntarily, though a telekenetic individual could still hurl an object at her) This includes mind-reading and any other involuntary movement/disturbance of her body. This is due to the fact that Natalya has gained the most control over her own synapses; structures that permit neurons (or nerve cells) to pass electrical or chemical signals to other cells (neural or otherwise), required for the body to feel, move, think, etc. (Neurons are cells that are specialized to pass signals to individual target cells, and synapses are the means by which they do so) meaning that if she has practiced control over her own chemical and electrical currents, no outsider would be able to influence them in any way regarding her emotions, thoughts, feelings, actions, etc.
Weapons n/a
Strengths/Abilities: Natalya's strengths lie within her intelligence. She is incredibly book-smart, and has the wisdom of nearly a century beneath her belt.
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
Weaknesses: Not only is Natalya extremely socially awkward, but she is absolutely no match for any physically trained individual. Her focus has been more directed towards gaining knowledge about the human body as a doctor, and not an ounce of her learning has led her to become trained in any sort of combat or self-defense. She needs complete focus if she were to even attempt to focus her abilities onto another; if this concentration is broken, the effects from her powers fade. (Also, the effects from her abilities are not permanent. Meaning, if she is not in the vicinity, the person would not be affected in any way.) Natalya also needs to be in a rather close vicinity if her powers are to have any effect; she could not do anything from a football field away, or even a small school gym's length away. She must at least be in the same room.
History: Natalya was born to humble beginnings in the mid 20's, and faced even harder times during her childhood in the Depression. Her mother was the pinnacle of a sturdy, hard-working house wife who took care of the house and raised children, and her father was a professor giving lectures and teaching the town to think past their time. They struggled with finances, but her parents never let her want for much. Her mother would often read long novels with Natalya during the day, in between chores, and at night...she would sneak into her father's bookcase to read his textbooks by candlelight. This sparked her interest in the medical field, as the human body's functions absolutely amazed her.
During her early educational career, Natalya set out to pursue no less than a doctorate's, meeting much resistance and hesitation being that she was a woman. Still, her superior performance to her peers on exams eventually gained the respect it deserved. Early into her internship, Natalya cared for an older woman by the name of Miss Ethel. Ethel had a chronic case of tuberculosis, and had only months to live, so the students were charged with the duty of making sure she was comfortable for the time being, while taking notes on each stage of deterioration until death. Natalya saw the polite, old woman nearly every day, being Ethel's favorite, she was specially requested most of the time. Her sorrow grew as Ethel's condition became worse. One day, at her bedside, Ethel held Natalya's hand lightly and told her that she wished the pain would just 'go away' and that she couldn't bear it any longer. The woman's ever-pleasant nature despite the debilitating pain was astonishing. As silent tears streamed down the miserable woman's face in bursts of pain, Natalya's subconscious powers manifested. Strengthened by the contact of their hands, she unknowingly blocked the woman's pain receptors and rapidly expedited the disease throughout the woman's body, causing lung and major organ failure. It happened so fast, the woman didn't suffer a second. As Ethel's hand relaxed its grip, so did the rest of her body. Natalya was grateful the suffering was over, yet horrified that she was the direct cause. She experimented lightly with her powers within her own body, but never outward unless necessary.
As a result of the manipulation, cellular deterioration (such as aging) is practically impossible for Natalya, as they constantly renew themselves and never degrade in quality. Through the years, she noticed her friends and family getting older, as she did not...so she moved as far away as she could, in order to conceal her secret.
To this day, she keeps her 'mutant' status relatively unknown...especially with the registration act creating discrimination against mutants and those with 'special' abilities.
"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."
rebuild this place outta Lego."
Writing Sample:
Steam billowed out from under the bathroom door, faint humming came from inside. Natalya pulled a towel down from the rack and threw it over her hair, ruffling it throughout her fiery locks for a few moments, then tossed her head back up. She wrapped the cloth around her body and walked to the sink. So much steam had accumulated from her early morning shower that the mirror in front of her was completely covered with it. She elongated her arm elegantly, placing her hand upon the glass, and wiped the steam away in circles. She twisted her wet, wavy locks up into a messy gathering and clipped it secure before continuing her morning routine of facial cleansing, lotioning, makeup application and blowdrying her hair.
Some would say she was meticulous in her routine, but it brought her comfort. It helped her ready for what was to come if she knew how she was going to start the day...with a solid morning ritual. After finishing preparation and dressing herself, she walked into the large, open space of her loft-style apartment, and into the kitchen portion. She opened a cupboard and grabbed a ceramic coffee cup, set it down onto the counter, and shut the cabinet door. She paused for a moment, looking down at the empty coffee pot...she forgot to set it last night.
Hmm... she scrunched her nose in disappointment. She had been so occupied and exhausted by her late-night research the night before, that she hadn't thought to set the machine as usual. It didn't ruin her morning ritual, however, just altered it. She'd get the caffeine fix she needed on her way to the hospital, from her favorite little coffee shop she came to rely on in emergencies of this magnitude.
She returned the mug to its location, turned and headed for the coat rack that held her coat, purse, and keys beside the door. She gave herself another look-over in the mirror on the door, and straightened her black slacks and white, ruffly blouse. Sighing with what she had to work with, she shrugged her shoulders, put on her coat, and slung her purse around her shoulder.
Don't wait up! she called to the empty apartment in an offbeat sense of humor, knowing there'd be no-one to greet her when she came home. She'd worked and lived alone so long, that she never really considered the alternative...that is, being with another.
With a smile, she opened her door and exited her apartment.
"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"
Your name/alias: Natalya
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