Evan "Eldritch" Auriadei [WIP]
May 10, 2013 12:42:33 GMT -5
Post by evvy on May 10, 2013 12:42:33 GMT -5
Evan Leah Auriadei
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Full Name: Evan Leah Auriadei
Code Name: Eldritch
Age: 15
Date of Birth: March 28
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Species: Mutant
Alliance: Freelance Mutant
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: Brown in color, kept long with wavy curls. Often kept tied back in a ponytail.
Eyes: Light brown, expressive
Height: 5'2”
Weight: 121 lbs
Distinguishing Marks: Beauty mark under her left eye; various small scars on her shoulders and arms.
Appearance: Evvy is fair skinned and not all that intimidating in stature. She is of fairly average build despite not always getting enough to eat, and possesses some muscle toning from moving around all the time. Her face and eyes especially are quick to give away what she feels or thinks much to her annoyance.
Her style is generally simple, usually sticking to whatever she can find or obtain easily. Jeans, t-shirts and sweaters or jackets over it all are standard for her, along with a pair of boots. Her clothing tends to have several slits or holes in it due to her tendrils, giving it a more frayed and ragged appearance.
Face Claim: Madison Mclaughlin
"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:
- Stargazing
- Jelly filled marshmallows
- Dancing
- Music, especially rock and trance
- High places
- Animals, particularly dogs
- Her power
Dislikes:
- Actually being a monster
- Her family
- Fire
- Being used or deceived
- Hurting people
- Authority figures
Personality: (at least two good paragraphs)
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Powers: Tendril Manifestation. Evvy is able to manifest tendrils from any point on her body. The tendrils can vary in length and thickness, from narrow ones half an inch in diameter, to thicker ones that reach up to three inch diameters. The maximum length they can reach is twenty five feet, with a minimum length of five feet. Each tendril is black in color ending in a tapered point. They are quite solid with a density similar to some hardwoods, being a bit harder than a strong oak. Despite this, they remain quite flexible and she can easily control their motion. Using them, she can lift around 200 pounds.
If a tendril is removed, either broken or cut off it will take a week before she can reform it. If severed, the remaining portion of the tendril that is attached to her will automatically retract into her skin. As they are part of her, she can feel the damage done to them. Upon retracting the tendrils, Evvy's skin ends up having black crack like marks covering it which fade within an hour. However until they fade, her skin is more sensitive and easier to cut or injure.
Bioelectric Neuropulse. Each tendril emits a constant low level electrical pulse. Rather than simply shock people however, the pulse instead targets and disrupts the neural pathways of the brain preventing them from properly connecting and working. While it doesn't stop any vital functions, or disrupt any special abilities (such as mutations) it affects how the person thinks and perceives their immediate surroundings, depending on how long a person is exposed to it. Brief contact, usually lasting only a few minutes will cause a severe drop in coherency and ability to form rational thought, each being disrupted and broken. Longer exposure can bring about feelings of anxiety, stress and lead to hallucinations. In order to use this, she must have direct skin contact with a person-or tendril to skin contact. Any barrier, even thin cloth is able to prevent the pulse from working on another person.
Because this ability is electrical in nature, it can be disrupted by any electrical attack. Depending on how strong the countering electricity is, this power will either simply short out for few hours, or create a backlash wave on her, resulting in the inability to think, anxiety, and hallucinations for a time. Those who have a better understanding of how their own mind works (such as psychics) stand a better chance of withstanding and tolerating the pulse, as do people who are already experiencing some sort of mental problems-since their brains are already misfiring, she really can't do much worse to them.
Weapons Daisy (Belle). A Colt 1911
Strengths/Abilities: (at least 3)
Weaknesses: (at least 2)
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
History: (at least three good paragraphs)
"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."
rebuild this place outta Lego."
Writing Sample:
There was a monster in the old warehouse near the docks. That's what everyone said at least. Some had ignored the warnings for a time, going out there for a thrill, or curiosity or whatever other reason could motivate them to poke around to seek truth in such rumors. For a time at least. Eventually this had stopped, and people kept away from the place. It was old anyway, falling apart and not that interesting in itself. Other than the occasional whispered story or warning, the old warehouse did not often cross anyone's mind, and they did not cross its path.
Well, most anyone that is. Despite the rumors, the warnings, be they about monsters or unstable structures one girl still hung around the place. She wasn't worried about loose beams or sharp edges. She knew her way around the place well enough. As for the monster, it wasn't that she didn't believe it; she just knew the truth of the situation. There was a monster who dwelt in the warehouse. Thing of it was, she was the monster and all the stories had been started by her.
It was a useful little ploy. People stayed away and she was safe, hiding here. It hadn't been hard considering her own abilities. They let her look quite monstrous when she wanted to, and a touch did well to make people further freak out. It was the perfect system really. And now that the curiosity over the rumors had for the most part died down enough to make people lose interest in trying to see something for themselves (but not enough to convince them to come around without fear) she could stay here safely.
Evvy, the girl in question was at that moment returning to the warehouse. A worn bag contained some supplies, food, some money and such things. She kept to the shadows as she neared the place. For all that people didn't come around anymore there was always the chance someone would and she did not want to be caught off guard. A sound off to the side caused her to turn her head quickly and try to see what caused it, one hand moving to the gun at her side. She relaxed a moment later seeing the stray dog that had knocked over a stack of boxes, likely looking for a meal. It was thin, clearly underfed. It looked up at her, wary eyes meeting hers. She doubted it would come if she called, having the wary mistrustful look of a creature who had spent too much time alone or learning the dangers of easily trusting others. It was easy to recognize-she could see it in her own eyes some days when she caught her reflection.
She looked away after a moment, and dug though her bag, finding a couple packs of jerky. Tearing them open, she dumped the dried meat strips onto a scrap of cardboard that was lying on the ground. At least tonight the dog would be a little less hungry. She gave the animal one last glance before straightening. She grabbed her bag and turned, walking into the warehouse, smiling faintly at the soft sound of the stray walking over to get the food she'd put out for it.
"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"
Your name/alias: Project
Timezone: Eastern
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