Aura
Apr 1, 2013 14:54:36 GMT -5
Post by Amna Aman on Apr 1, 2013 14:54:36 GMT -5
Aura
[/font][/size][/color]We’re all mad here.
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Full Name: Forgotten
Code Name: Aura
Age: 20…maybe
Date of Birth: Forgotten
Sexual Orientation:
Species: Mutant
Alliance: Chaotic Neutral
Citizenship: Marvel
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, scraggly dark brown hair in desperate need of care
Eyes: Wide, innocent looking brown eyes that are slightly sunken due to lack of a proper diet and years of torture
Height: 5’3
Weight: 90lbs (malnutrition and starvation)
Distinguishing Marks: When visible, scars of all shapes, sizes and age mar her entire body.
Appearance:
Aura has not been taken care of. She has not been loved. She has not been sheltered. She hasn’t always been fed. She is emaciated and often shakes from her nutrition deficiency. Her hair has been allowed to grow wild and uneven, full of split ends and ragged and unwashed. Her eyes are hooded, sunken, and sallow. She watched everything with a paranoid desperation. Her scars come from beatings (whip strikes across her back), they come from combat (knife wounds, one above her eye), they come from experimentation (needle scars, a small drill-like scar in the center of her forehead), and they come from attempts at suicide (a slit across her throat). Aura is not pretty, but the ghost of a person she has become surrounds the beauty which could have been.
Face Claim: Summer Glau
"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:
Daydreaming
Her Imaginary Friends
The Secret Plan
Escape
Freedom
Dislikes:
The Doctor
The General
The Guards
The Cell
The Training Room
The Experimentation Room
Personality:
Aura is insane. The experimentation and seclusion has warped her mind and driven her into a reclusive madness. The psychological analysis deems Aura a danger to society. She has schizophrenic tendencies, massive paranoia, documented suicidal attempts, and can switch from lethargy to crazed killer in a manner of milliseconds. She is unstable, incapable of human emotion, incapable of empathy, and her training is nearly complete.
She has fooled them all. Although Aura’s temper is indeed unstable and she demonstrates many of these qualities, she has retained her human condition. In order to escape, she has spent years acting as if her condition deteriorates right on schedule. Acting really isn’t that hard. Her condition truly does deteriorate, but not at their desired pace. In her cell, she watches her imaginary friends frolic and play and remembers that there is a world outside her prison.
She wants to go outside.
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Powers:
Aural Manipulation:
What started out as an ability to make herself ‘invisible’ slowly grew into a wide range of possibilities. Documented abilities include invisibility, shape-shifting into other people (cannot shift clothing), and subtle changes in her personal appearance. What Aura has hidden from the keepers is that she can do much more than that. She can change the aura of anything she can connect to. By standing barefoot, she can manipulate the aura of an entire room. She can create things with her mind and make them corporeal. So long as she is concentrating, the object will remain until she either forgets about it or wills it away. This includes clothing.
Weapons
N/A
Strengths/Abilities:
Aural Manipulation:
Her powers are her greatest strength, an ability that was forced upon her by her keepers.
Combat:
Also forced upon her, Aura is a skilled fighter. However, her mind tends to slip away from reality during battle.
Secrets:
What started as imaginary companions grew into an escape plan that will succeed.
Her Self:
Despite what her keepers believe, Aura has not lost her sense of Self. This is her greatest strength.
Weaknesses:
Fear:
Aura suffers from Post-Traumatic Stress and will demonstrate random and irrational fears.
Confusion:
She gets confused about what is going on. Sometimes she even loses grip with reality.
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
History:
Aura was born Alice Jane Bradley. She had parents who just could not understand why their baby cried without noise. An examination by a specialist confirmed that their baby was born a mute, and they would need to take special care of her. Her parents took classes, learned sign language, and spoke to their child as if one day she would miraculously break into a song. She was loved.
Alice was a talented child who loved to dance. If there was music, she was prancing, twirling, jiving and wiggling to it. It was such an obsession that her parents started her in ballet at three, tap at four, and gymnastics at five. She had a busy schedule, but a happier child could not be found. She had friends who accepted her as a mute and sat giggling during breaks as they mimicked sign language as she taught it. Alice had a bright future ahead of her. By the time she was seven, her parents enrolled her in the most prestigious dance school in the country. They had to uproot their home and pay thousands of dollars, but Alice was worth it. Alice loved to dance.
Around the age of ten, Alice began to demonstrate a strange habit of disappearing. As if hiding. Her parents never believed her when she said that she had been in her room doing her homework the whole time, or sitting on the floor practicing her stretches. After all, they had been to her room and seen for themselves that she was not there. One day, while stretching on the floor, Alice noticed her mother come into the room and look around. Her mother was irritated, and shouted to the whole of the apartment that if Alice didn’t get back into her room and practice she would be pulled from dance school.
Horrified, Alice stood and reappeared before her mother. This was when she discovered she was different. This is when she began to pay attention to the word ‘mutant’. Her mother was horrified. Her father, disappointed. Nothing was the same after that. Within six months, Alice’s life had changed completely. Her parents barely spoke to her, and were angry if she accidentally vanished on them. They accused her of sneaking out. Of misbehaving. They fought between themselves and passed blame. Her mother filed for divorce. Her father moved out before he could be left with Alice.
That was when the military came. They had received a report about a little girl who could become invisible. She was young and moldable. She was perfect. They kidnapped her in the middle of the night. She never even knew what happened. She woke up in a dark, square room.
Alone.
The military men studied her. They examined her head to toe. The poked and prodded and violated her privacy until they were momentarily satisfied. An uncertain amount of time passed where everything was scary, but she could adjust. The psychologist was nice. Then, the experiments began. She would wake up bloody with no memory. They electrocuted her, cut her open, put needles her in eyes, and asked questions about her mutant abilities. They shaped her into a weapon. They stripped her of her name and her past and beat the memories of home out of her.
Slowly, Alice drifted away. She’s nothing now but an imaginary friend. Aura doesn’t realize who Alice is. She just thinks it’s a pretty name. Alice says nice things. Much nicer than Hollis, who tells her she ought to just kill everyone in the facility. Aura likes Alice and when Alice came up with a plan to escape, it was easy for Aura to be convinced it was worth a try.
"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."
rebuild this place outta Lego."
Writing Sample:
”Do you have it?” Alice asked. Aura looked across her room. Alice was standing by the door, smiling. Her long, floppy ears were pulled back with a ribbon today. She looked pretty. Aura rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up to her chest. Her body convulsed uncomfortably. The Doctor had put something in her brain again. He tampered with her brain. Something was in there. Bunny. Ribbon. Pink. Quadrangle.
~Yes~ Aura murmured. She did not need to show Alice the knife. Alice knew it was there. Eleven is a prime number. Sighing, Aura rubbed the spot of blood off of her temple. It was irritating her. Too wet. Too wet, too red. Red. Red. Red. Duck. Ducks have funny feet. They waddle. Penguin. Alice smiled and came across the room. She brushed Aura’s hair and whispered nice things into her ear. They would escape. This was their chance. The knife was only if she needed it. She shouldn’t need it. She had practiced and practiced and practiced and practiced and floor. Hard, metal floor. There was a dent in the floor. Aura had slammed her head there in order to block out Hollis. Hollis said she was empty. Just a shell. Just a weapon. Their toy.
”You need to focus, Aura. Tell me the plan,” Alice insisted quietly. She waited patiently for Aura to regain control of her thoughts. It took more than few moments for Aura to straighten out her mind. It was cluttered and dark, so Aura had to struggle to move about while in it. ~The room is a room. Just a room. Lying in bed. Bed. …Dinner comes, I’m in bed. But I go out the door and I follow. Follow them where they can’t see me. Follow follow follow follow follow. There is an outside. Every inside has an outside. Get outside.~ Aura shifted her gaze from Alice, so bright and clean and pretty, to her dirty little room. She would escape. She could. The keepers didn’t know it, but Aura could trick them. She could make herself on the bed but really be standing across the room. She had done it successfully for eleven nights now. Prime number.
Aura stood up, but she also remained lying on the bed. She turned around to look at herself. Aura was small, shaking, and dirty. Her hair was a dirty pool behind her and her clothing was torn and stained with blood. Short sleeved shirt. Shorts. So she couldn’t hide anything. Aura looked down at herself and the knife in her hand. She had taken it from the training room. Everyone thought it was still there because Aura wanted it to be there.
”We can leave this place.”
”You’ll die trying. If you’re lucky,” Hollis laughed. He scratched the back of his round, fluffy ear and bounced on the end of Aura’s bed. Up and down, up and down. She watched his movements, counting each impact. ”You can’t do this. Just get back in bed. Alice will only fail you and then you’ll hate her. Just like you hate Dinah.
”Don’t listen to him.” Alice scoffed at Hollis and tested the door. It was sturdy and locked. ”He can stay here if he likes.”
”Maybe I will. I want everyone here dead. Dead dead dead! Blood on the walls. Blood so red it will never wash off. So deep I’m drowning in it!”
~Stop it!~ Aura pleaded. She clutched her fingers into her hair and pulled. Pulling helped keep Hollis quiet. The pain always helped keep Hollis quiet. He doesn't like to see Aura in pain so he always goes quiet. Like dead guards. Dead doctor. Flying. Flying above them like a ghost. Outside her body. Outside. Escape… Aura took several deep breaths. Everything was about getting outside. Getting away.
”What will you do when you get out there? You don’t even know what’s beyond these walls.”
~Stop. I want to try. I want to be a girl!~ Aura turned her back on Hollis and met Alice’s eyes. Alice smiled in reassurance, and then motioned that the guard was coming. The door was unlocked and opened. The guard strode into the room with a rifle pointed at BedAura. He set a tray of food on the table against the wall and then turned to examine BedAura. BedAura shook and stared into empty space as if mesmerized. Her lips moved in incomprehensible babble that made no sound. Aura was mute, why would she make noise? Not even when she screamed did she make a sound. The guard turned, repulsed, and walked back out.
The RealAura followed him. With Alice’s hand gripped firmly in her own, she followed the guard down the hall and out the security doors. They headed down another hall, and then up an elevator. The ride made Aura sick, but she kept her focus. She had to focus. No distractions. No dancing lights, no slipups. No ducks. Quack. Silly duck feet. The guard left the elevator and greeted another guard at a desk. They spoke about work, about life, and that the desk guard was about to leave. When he got up, Aura tugged Alice along after him.
This guard went into a locker room. He changed and he left. Aura followed him to a car in a parking garage. Reaching out, she placed her hand on the back door, forming an illusion of a closed door. She opened it and climbed in without a sound. Wedging herself between the backseat and the back of the passenger seat, Aura felt Alice’s comforting touch and took a deep breath. So far, so good. Alice sat in the seat. The guard would never see her. He started his car and drove away with no knowledge of his stowaways.
It was dark outside. But there were flashes of light. Flash. Flash. Flash. Washed in light and then bathed in darkness. Flash. Flash. Flash. He drove for an hour before stopping. Aura climbed out after he had disappeared and quietly closed the door, careful to always keep the illusion that the door never moved.
Looking around, Aura found her gaze lifting to the full moon above her head. There was a blanket of stars and a full, bright moon.
”Free.”
"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"
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Timezone:
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I think I somehow managed to put this in the wrong place last night. Go sleep deprivation.