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[center][h3][b]Bladedancer[/b][/h3]
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[b]Name:[/b] Everissa Serva
[b]Alias:[/b] Bladedancer
[b]Age:[/b] 19
[b]Alignment:[/b] Vigilante/Anti-hero
[b]Loyalty:[/b] Independent

[b]Appearance:[/b] Everissa is a black female who stands about 5 feet 8 inches tall. From day to day she tries to have a mix of comfortable and not hobo looking. In costume she wears something that looks like something out of Assassin's Creed. Leathery clothing with lots of straps to keep things compact, made from cobbled together from either pieces of cosplays bought, her own clothing, or 'looted' materials. The mask in particular is a point of pride as it's something she made for herself in a welding class in high-school, spurred on by dreams of becoming a hero. She's a very forceful person, giving off the impression of someone who's always in motion. Whether it be a tapping foot, shifting eyes, or chewing gum, she's always doing something. Everissa tends to talk rather quickly, slipping into slang when in a hurry, which is often, as well as frequently over-riding other people's attempts to talk. A self-confident, fit girl who looks like she always knows exactly what she wants and is moving with purpose. 

[b]History:[/b](Trigger warning, violence) Everissa was a pretty normal kid, just like everyone once was. A sister, a mom, a dad. They all worked hard, they all loved each other despite the quarrels every family got into. A middle-lower class family who had enough money to live and buy a nice thing every once in a while. Education was something that was always stressed as being important and Everissa did her best to make sure it was. In school she made friends, enemies, and everything in between. Nothing special, she played sports, participated in a club or two and pulled in A's and B's. Of course her family didn't live in the best part of town. She always made sure to come home before dark, lock the doors and windows, avoid the wrong places. So nothing bad happened. Well mostly anyways. Graduation.

The peak of any high school student's life. A whole new world was opened up at this point. Which came with pro's and con's. Party of the year, Everissa was there was there with all her friends. Some people there weren't from school. A group came over to chat with Everissa and her friends. Bad news the lot of them, most of them had tattoos, scars, and overall looked like ruffians. No surprise when they tried to get everyone there to go out with them. Leave the lame party behind and go have some real fun. It would be stupid to say yes... But saying no was a hard choice too. There were no adults here. Everissa tried to politely deflect them but they had none of it. Finally she managed to excuse herself in the bathroom and escape through a window, getting to her car and driving away. Feeling like it might not be safe to head home she drove to a motel and spent the night there.

In the morning she came back to her home or what was left of it. No one was home, broken furniture, broken windows, holes in the wall and shattered dishes. Her home hadn't been looted, it'd been broken. Her family was no where to be found. Everissa walked through the house in shock, dully pulling out a kitchen knife stuck in one of the walls and looking at it listlessly. She continued on and found one of the rough-looking group was still here, snoring loudly in a bed, a bottle of alcohol on the floor besides him. Everissa stared at him. This was his fault. Others too, but he was here now, and vulnerable. Everissa was standing over him now, kitchen knife in hand. She never really thought about it.

She plunged the blade into his throat and his eyes shot open and locked onto her, his hands lurching to grab hers. Everissa let out a scream and pulled away, in the process removing the blade and any change at his survival. She triggered. Everissa staggered backwards and collapsed against a wall in wake of the confusing images that followed, when they left she was staring at a dead man.

Feeling emotionally empty Everissa get to her feet and shook herself dully. There was still money hidden in the fireplace which she took. She got into her car and drove to nowhere in particular, stopping to think. The police. She needed to get the police involved. No. Everissa had killed someone. Not even in self-defense. She couldn't do that. She could survive on her own for now, she had money, a job at a fast food place. Most importantly. She had powers. Everissa looked at the still bloody kitchen knife in the seat next to her. She could feel it. In the glove-box was the mask she'd made in her senior year. A hero. Fat chance of that. She couldn't join the Protectorate a murderer. Still... Everissa life progressed in a haze, as she discovered what her powers were and worked on a costume.  


[center][h3][b]Personality[/b][/h3][/center]
[b]Motivations:[/b] Stop bad guys.

[b]Sexuality:[/b] Heterosexual

[b]Likes:[/b] [list]
[*]Blades
[*]Helping Others
[*]Spicy food
[*]Driving 

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[b]Dislikes:[/b] [list]
[*]Bad guys
[*]People controlling others
[*]Peer Pressure
[*]Too much alone time
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[b]Derangement:[/b] Everissa always has to have a blade on her. Doesn't matter how big or where it is, has to be touching one. It's like an addiction. If she spends too long without touching one she'll start having side effects. Lack of focus. Headaches. Irritation. Violent tendencies. Nothing that'll kill her but certainly not a good time. 


[center][h3][b]Parahumanism[/b][/h3][/center]
[b]Skills:[/b] Everissa has a lot of simple skills to help take care of herself. Cooking, sewing, welding, people skills to a lesser extent and is in pretty good shape from Track. 

[b]Classification:[/b] Mover, Striker

[b]Details:[/b] Everissa's power are all focused around blades. Doesn't matter what kind, as long as it's got an edge it's susceptible to her powers. Axes, arrows, chainsaws, even shards of glass. Everissa attunes herself to any blades within about 15 feet of herself slowly, allowing her to sense their location and interact with them via her powers. Primarily she can teleport to within a few feet of any blade that's been within her range for at least a minute. Everissa can also change the sharpness of blades that she touches dulling them to the point of useless even to her own power.

In addition she can make them hyper sharp, as well not breaking and dulling like a normal blade upon being used. If she herself holds a blade and concentrates on it for around an hour she can become 'attuned' with it unlocking further use of powers. This increases her ability to teleport to 45 feet with that blade and it allows it to cut through virtually anything while she's holding it. Only one blade can be attuned in this way. In addition she gains a crude sort of telekinesis with it, allowing her to forcefully pull the blade back to herself. As a more minor effect of her power Everissa has an inhuman amount of expertise when handling blades, whether it comes to throwing, cutting, or any other convincible use. 

[b]Limitations:[/b] Her teleporting is situational, requiring circumstances to be in her favor. In addition teleporting disorienting, especially if she can't see where she's teleporting to. She can't teleport inside of things, living or otherwise. Her power's offensive properties are limited to melee or throwing weapons.

[b]Equipment:[/b] Everissa carries a variety of blades on her person when in costume, mostly a few small knives, a few shuriken she got from a novelty shop and a [url=http://bestchefkitchenknives.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/40520.jpg]kitchen knive[/url] that she is 'attuned to'. 

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