Post by MARIAN DINAH LEWIS on Feb 15, 2011 19:53:25 GMT -8
MARIAN dinah LEWIS
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"Emotions run cold, fear begins to grow
Despondent feelings are mindless and gone
Gather here around me and lay me to rest"
Despondent feelings are mindless and gone
Gather here around me and lay me to rest"
Basics
Birth name: Marian Dinah Lewis
Codename: Perspective
Nickname(s): Mary
Alias(es): n/a
Canon or Original: Original
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Mutant
Ethnicity: Caucasion, Americain
Birth date: Febuary Fourteenth
Accent: San Franisco, Chinatown
Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Student
Appearance
Eyes: Marian has blue-gray eyes that are a soft almond shape.
Hair: Marian has light blonde hair that reaches just past her shoulders, though usually pulled back in some way.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120
Body Type: She has a core fit, athletic build, that is deceptive in how strong she is.
Markings: She has the "crane's bites" along the back of her neck.
Appearance: Marian stands at 5'5". She has a lithe, long reaching, build, with her blonde hair usually pulled back in various styles, though all of the styles are a focus to keep it out of her head. She holds herself with confidence and of someone who is secure within her own skin, but not someone who is entirely comfortable in social situations. When in a crowd, she often seems to curl in on herself, despite not entirely changing how she stands. She usually wears very easy to move in, loose fitting, clothing that also looks proper for the setting she's in.
Play by: AnnaSophia Robb
Abilities
Powers:
Empathy:
Marian has the ability to sense people's emotions, their true emotions, and can tell people apart by their "emotional pattern." She doesn't need contact with someone, she just needs them within her "range". Her minimum range is just one inch from her skin, though that has some very uncomfortable side-effects. This allows her to also be very good at understanding someone and actually able to understand how they feel.
Latent Power: Precognition
Marian's precognition is heavily effected by her empathy. When she picks up an object that is attatched to a future that is emotionally charged, she can see the future that surronds that object. A highly, emotionally charged, moment that surronds the object she is holding. It is better when the object is emotionally attatched to the person who owns it, such as a favorite stuffed animal, favorite pair of shoes, something an ex gave you that you want to burn.
Power Flaws:
Empathy:
The maximum 'range' to her empathy is a sphere 15 feet in all directions around her. The more it is stretched out, the less she senses. At the maximum range, she is only able to feel very strong emotions, such as hatred, love, elation, etc. At the minimum range, about an inch off her skin, she mirrors their emotions, thinking they're her own. She also can't shut it off, always sensing people's emotions. Another side-effect is the fact she often gets overwhelmed by other people's emotions and gets ill.
Latent Power: Precognition
Marian's precognition only works on objects, not people. If there is no emotion surronding the object, it won't work. She is also completely vulnerable when she has a vision, unable to react to the world around her. There is also a possibility of her being 'lost' in the vision and when she comes to, is heavily confused and not sure what is real and what is not.
Weapons: Staff and hand-to-hand.
Past Affiliations: n/a
Current Affiliations: Neutral
Thoughts on The Cure: If you're unable to control your power, or your power is a curse, then take it. I think they should leave the people alone who take it. They took it for a reason. Now, I didn't take it because...well...I like my powers. Well, power. Even if they make me ill.
Mutant Class: ?
Personality
Secrets:
1. Marian is a great singer.
2. Marian is afraid to not be able to sense emotions.
Likes:
1. staff fighting
2. singing (despite being a secret)
3. dogs
4. being able to help people
5. stargazing
6. the idea of there being peace
7. not having to explain herself
8. bad boys
9. knowing she can defend herself
10. her staff
Dislikes:
1. Mutant Regestration Act
2. the Purifiers
3. anyone who threatens her family or friends
4. having people 'borrow' her staff without permission
5. being interupted during her meditation
6. being interupted during her training
7. being trapped
8. annoying people
9. people with sticks up the *beep*
10. being told she "can't" without good cause
Habits:
1. she walks very quickly
2. she always looks around a room to see the best escape routes
3. she always takes, to the second, 15 minutes to completely get ready for the day
4. quoting famous individuals as the situation demands it
Obsessions:
1. becoming flawless in her execution of the techniques she trains in
2. attaining the balance between spiritual, mental, and physical well-being
3. insuring she is in a safe place
Hobbies:
1. training in Chen Tai Chi and the subsequent 13 posture Gun (Staff) form
2. reading books on philosiphy
3. meditating
Phobias:
1. terrified of heights
2. terrified of fire
Favorite Words:
1. elegiac (mournful, or to express sorrow or regret)
2. almost (to not quite have it happen)
Overall Personality:
Marian is someone who is for balance, which is why she doesn't really want to join a side. Mixed into this "balanced" individual, you get a sarcastic, philosophical, female who doesn't get angry, she gets even. She loves a good joke and can't stand anyone who goes completely by the rulebook, as to do so may often harm someone who has, except for breaking a petty rule, done no wrong. This little rebellious part of her is also what is attracted to the bad boys.
Marian is also someone who is kind and loves to help. She may not be entirely social, but she likes people. She just doesn't like to be around them all the time. She doesn't seek to be loved, or even liked, but to be someone who can help others. And doesn't really expect anything in return.
She fights when needed, her kindness and mercy tempering her lightning fast reflexes. She works for everything she wishes to obtain, and refuses to back down unless she has measured her opponent and found herself lacking.
History
Birthplace: San Fransisco, California
Parents: Avery and Matilda Lewis
Siblings: n/a
Spouse/Partner: n/a
Children: n/a
Other Relations: her aunt and uncle, Beatrice and Daniel Lewis
Overall History:
Marian was born to Avery and Matilida on Valentine's Day, 15 years ago. Two years and three months later, her parents were divorced. Her father disappeared, except to make monthly child support payments, as well as alimony. Her mother became involved in her job and often left Marian with a nanny, or her ex-brother-and-sister-in-law, who Marian knew as Uncle Daniel and Aunt Bea.
When the girl was around five, her mother decided she should begin training, and set up private lessons with a local Tai chi, Chen-style, master in the area, Yu Peng (surname, given name). At the age of 5, Marian thought she would be unable to keep up.
They started slow, with her calling him Mr. Peng. He had her work on 'tasks' as he walked her though the basic steps, keeping in mind that she was a child. For the next nine years, they would work together, with Mr. Peng being the only one to take pride in her accomplishments. He started her in the 13 positions Gun style staff fighting when she was 10 years old, finding it amusing to see such a young one practicing methods usually reserved for those older.
However, when she was 14 years old, her powers awoke. She had always been an empathic person, more sensitive to people's feelings then average. One day, she walked in for her daily training and realized that Mr. Peng was 'sad'. She asked him about it, and he looked at her in surprise. She was confused, and he calmed her, before explaining that she had to keep such an ability secret. The explosion of anti-mutant sentiment made him realize she would never be safe.
On top of the physical exercises, he began to put her through a more strict training regime. Half way through the year, her mother mentioned moving to New York. Marian, who had grown attatched to Mr. Peng, begged to remain in San Fransisco with her aunt and uncle. After a few weeks of begging, her mother relented, as Marian knew exactly when to "strike" due to her empathy.
When her mother moved to New York for her work, Marian remained in San Fran. And, subsequently, with Mr. Peng. Unfortunatly, her aunt and uncle are heavy anit-mutant and if they ever discovered she was a mutant, she would have to hide out with Mr. Peng.
Thanks to all of her time with Mr. Peng, and in Chinatown, along with her own curosity, she learned how to speak Mandarin.
Out of Character
Alias: Laula
Age: old enough
RP Experience: a few years
Password: Monkeys make admins giggle.
Characters: n/a
Sample RP:
...Sample from an RP I'm on. Set-up for an Open topic.
Dawn coughed as she stumbled into the Mercenary front lawn, avoiding the grass. She really wasn't in the mood to get shot. She wanted sleep, which she had gone without for the past two days because the job got shot to hell. She was in a bad mood and was dragging along her suitcases wearily behind her, half-dreaming of her own bed. She wanted nothing more then to sink her knife deeply into someone and prefearbly damage something irriplacable. She twitched a bit and groaned, half falling off her feet. She was so...tired.
First, she got all the information. Not easy, but luckily collected at night. She kept running around the continents, trying to get everything they could, only to have them SHOOT HER! Now, that just irked her, but the bullet remained lodged in her, so she was stuck with healing around another bullet...again. And by the end of the week, it would be unable to be removed without risking her life because her healing factor was not her brother's. Well, second big brother.
The first one was dead.
Oh, she needed sleep.
For the past two days, she had been making spur of the moment decisions, exculding actually sleeping. That had been a thought out one and now her health was severely suffering. She coughed again, this time blood speckling her hand. Not surprising. She was basically a cat. Cats needed lots of sleep to function. She had gone 48 hours without sleep. She was not going to be in the best of shape...for awhile. She would have to hold out on solo jobs, maybe see if she could do a paired job that would allow her to sleep.
Not for the first time did she wish the Thieves Guild was more...prominant. It would take a load of work off their own guild. Mostly because Mercenaries did whatever for money. Well, almost whatever. Gah! Dawn hissed in pain and had to stop.
And there had been the falling out of a window, landing on her feet, escape after being shot at. Dawn was not at her prettiest, though her face would be fine, thank whatever. She could not afford to scar up her face. She didn't need to stand out more then she already did, with her nice looks. She considered them nice anyway. And the way she held herself.
But, Dawn knew that if she began to collect scars in obvious places, from when her Factor was just too slow, she would have to redo her wardrobe. Dawn, while she loved attention, couldn't afford it when getting away from her marks. Big Brother could. He could do anything he wanted and get away with it.
Boss Lady might not like that, but Boss Lady couldn't control Big Brother. Noone could. Which was just fine with Dawn. He was her Big Brother and that was all that mattered. Right now, however, she was just going to sit in the driveway a bit. And then she bit onto her arm savagaly, through the cloth, to keep awake. Because falling asleep in the front grounds was a worse idea then the past 48 hours without sleep. Ugh. Technically 50 hours and 27 minutes, because her brain couldn't stop keeping insane track.
First, she got all the information. Not easy, but luckily collected at night. She kept running around the continents, trying to get everything they could, only to have them SHOOT HER! Now, that just irked her, but the bullet remained lodged in her, so she was stuck with healing around another bullet...again. And by the end of the week, it would be unable to be removed without risking her life because her healing factor was not her brother's. Well, second big brother.
The first one was dead.
Oh, she needed sleep.
For the past two days, she had been making spur of the moment decisions, exculding actually sleeping. That had been a thought out one and now her health was severely suffering. She coughed again, this time blood speckling her hand. Not surprising. She was basically a cat. Cats needed lots of sleep to function. She had gone 48 hours without sleep. She was not going to be in the best of shape...for awhile. She would have to hold out on solo jobs, maybe see if she could do a paired job that would allow her to sleep.
Not for the first time did she wish the Thieves Guild was more...prominant. It would take a load of work off their own guild. Mostly because Mercenaries did whatever for money. Well, almost whatever. Gah! Dawn hissed in pain and had to stop.
And there had been the falling out of a window, landing on her feet, escape after being shot at. Dawn was not at her prettiest, though her face would be fine, thank whatever. She could not afford to scar up her face. She didn't need to stand out more then she already did, with her nice looks. She considered them nice anyway. And the way she held herself.
But, Dawn knew that if she began to collect scars in obvious places, from when her Factor was just too slow, she would have to redo her wardrobe. Dawn, while she loved attention, couldn't afford it when getting away from her marks. Big Brother could. He could do anything he wanted and get away with it.
Boss Lady might not like that, but Boss Lady couldn't control Big Brother. Noone could. Which was just fine with Dawn. He was her Big Brother and that was all that mattered. Right now, however, she was just going to sit in the driveway a bit. And then she bit onto her arm savagaly, through the cloth, to keep awake. Because falling asleep in the front grounds was a worse idea then the past 48 hours without sleep. Ugh. Technically 50 hours and 27 minutes, because her brain couldn't stop keeping insane track.