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Name: Carolina Tamaya Camacho

Aliases: Friends call her Caro; People closest to her call her Lina or Maya; On the job - Jefa

Age: 37

Birthday: October 10, 1946

Birth Place: Cajamarca, Peru

Gender: Female

Powers: Piezokinesis/Pressure manipulation

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Height: 5’5’’

Weight: 125 lbs

Build: Fit

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Brunette

Skin Tone: Mocha

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

Personal Style: Tank-tops, jeans and boots are Carolina's everyday uniform. While her stile of dress is simple and her stature is not the most impressive one, the woman still manages to command her surroundings like no one would believe. Her presence of character is nothing to be laughed at even if her wardrobe is nothing fancy. But that's how Jefa likes it anyway. Utility is of way more value in her line of work, than fancy outfits. If push comes to shove, she cleans up nicely, but she will always feel more comfortable in her jeans, tank and boots... and maybe a greasy stain or two on her cheeks.

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Loyal * Harsh * Unwavering * Grumpy * Helpful * Sullen

Sexuality: Distinct preference to female company

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Carolina is a no nonsense kind of woman. Sometimes even to the point of being harsh. But having lived the life she has and endured her fair share of dark moments, she knows that at certain times you need more than backbone and a stiff upper lip to survive. She believes each personal is responsible for how they live their lives and what they do with them. She will help if you need help, but she will not hold your hand and baby you. She is more likely to teach you how to do it, than offer to do your job for you. She is not above sharing the hard lessons life has taught her. She is surprisingly kind and caring under the hardened exterior. People who get to know her well will find that bit about her. She is overprotective of children and any creature that is too weak to defend itself against the bullies of the world. But to get to that soft interior one must first endure the harsh, grumpy and often times sullen attitude of the woman.

In professional capacity Carolina is unflinching and unwavering. Always competent and in control of the situation. To the point that it has earned her the nickname 'Jefa'. People know not to mess with her and those under her care. She doesn't hold grudges, but she won't let vile things go unpunished either. If you've wronged a person close to her you better make amends fast or Jefa will not forgive the transgression. That said Carolina is not a violent person by nature. She may chew you out, but will never resort to physical punishment. Well, she makes an exception for the most vile and depraved individuals out there.

Habits: Switches to Aymara in emotional situations and would also mumble in Aymara whenever she is concentrating on something; Taps her foot if stationary for too long

Hobbies: Woodcarving

Fears:

• Zealots
• Losing people she loves
• Injections

Likes:

• Tinkering with stuff
• Cooking
• Dancing
• Reading
• Exploring old ruins
• BBQ
• Alternative theories on ancient human history

Dislikes:

• Smoking
• Alcohol and drunkards
• Critters and crawlers
• Inconsiderate behavior
• Men touching her without consent
• Bullies
• Quitters

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General World Skills:

• Off-road driving
• Mechanic
• Wilderness survival
• Aymara /Language/
• Spanish /Language/
• Spelunking

Combat Skills:

• Parkour
• Brawling
• Dual Machete Fighting
• Endurance

Possessions:

• Her trusty ride
• A pair of machetes
• Inca aircraft pin
• A copy of Chariots of the Gods
• Mythology books
• Wallet /ID, 100$ in 10s and 20s/
• Tool kit
• Survival gear
• First aid kit
• Binoculars

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How did you discover your powers: During that first archaeological expedition where Carolina had secured a job as cheap labor for herself, one of the other workers had taken a shine to her. An older man of ill repute and a nasty drinking habit. One night as the group had set up camp and almost everyone had fallen asleep in their tents Carolina was making sure the city dwellers hadn't left anything out in the open that would attract the attention of the wild life. It was then that a sweaty mitt had clamped itself down on her mouth and nose and a blobby, stinky body had dragged her some ways away from the campsite.

She hadn't been able to call out and when that old, disgusting man had released her mouth, they'd been too far away for anyone to hear her cries for help. And cry she did! And scream and scratch and bite. For the girl knew what was about to happen and she was not going to let it happen without a fight. And just as she was kicking and screaming in utter desperation, suddenly it was the blobby, stinky, grubby, horrible excuse for a man that started screeching in pain as blood ran out of his eyes and nose and ears. And he was off Carolina in a flash and slumped down on the forest floor screaming and screaming, until he fell silent.

After that incident Carolina started noticing her ability to exert control over pressure.



General History: Carolina grew up as an orphan on the streets of Cajamarca, Peru. She was abandoned as a baby on the footsteps of a small church operated orphanage. The nuns didn't have much to work with in terms of government funding, but they made due with donations and volunteer work by people from the neighborhood. The children grew up on a diet of simple meals and hand-me-down clothes. But they never lacked for kindness as the nuns devoted their lives to the children in the orphanage.

Still, the life of an orphan was not an easy one and especially considering the state of the country, with corruption rampant and civil rights severely restricted. Luckily for Caro, one of the volunteers at the orphanage took her under his wing. A middle-aged Aymara Indian mechanic, who did odd jobs around the orphanage. He was the first to recognize the blanket Caro had been wrapped in as a baby, as being of Aymara make. From there on the two were inseparable and the only reason Inti did not make steps to adopt Caro officially was that he had no wife and lived alone the simple life of a mechanic. He did not had the resources to take care of a little girl, but in every other aspect he became an adoptive father to little Carolina.

When she became a teenager he kept her off the streets by allowing her to work on the cars in the shop with him. Although she loved doing it anyway and would not trade it for anything else. Still, growing up, the young girl became conscious of the resources it took to raise children and the hardships the nuns faced every day. So young Carolina began doing odd jobs here and there, since Inti couldn't pay her a mechanic's salary. Eventually Caro received her first job as grunt work on an archaeological expedition. The group needed porters and people familiar with the area and Carolina jumped on the opportunity.

This continued for a number of years with Caro splitting her time between working as cheap labor on various expeditions within the rainforest, fixing cars with Inti and learning the trade, and keeping up with her homeschooling the nuns gave the orphans. By the time Carolina was twenty-five she was a competent mechanic, with years of practical experience. She was also a well known wilderness guide with good reputation. And the nuns had done their best to impart the orphans with the necessary knowledge to get them through life. Caro was a bright, hardworking, young woman. She loved the nuns who had cared for her all her life and adored Inti, her unofficial adoptive father.

By the time Carolina'd hit 37, she was known as a no-nonsense, hardcore wilderness guide who got the job done and had never lost a single member of the expeditions she led into the rainforest. She was harsh and unyielding, but people knew she would keep them safe and would not lead them astray. And whenever Caro was not playing around in the Amazon, she worked on cars in the shop with a now getting up there in age Inti. She also donated her time freely to the orphanage and helped the nuns with money and whatever else she could.

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Character Quote: "To remain calm when everyone else loses his nerve is the greatest contribution you can make to others: to be cool headed when a storm is raging is to act like the channel through which the "Intij Inti" will cast it's rays of light, clearing away the blackest darkness", Chamalu

Theme Song: Tell That Devil

Anything Else: A tossup between Gambit and Rogue. A convo with your friendly neighborhood tiki mask demon



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Name: Oliver James Young
Aliases: Veggie to bullies, Jim to friends, Oliver to the rest
Age: 18
Birthday: June 15th, 2000
Birth Place: London, Ontario
Gender: Male
Powers: Chlorokinesis: Oliver can generate and manipulate all plant life.
Nature Enhancement: Oliver can heal plants and animals. He can only heal, not restore that which has died.
Terrakinesis: Oliver appears to have some control over the earth as well but has yet to discover whether he is manipulating dirt or plant roots, for example.



Height:1.93m
Weight: 92 kg
Build: athletic, not very muscular. Tall for his age
Eyes: green
Hair: brown
Skin Tone: slight tan from being outdoors a lot
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: no
Personal Style: Oliver prefers jeans and a shirt, and wears military boots or hiking boots on his feet. He prefers to dress in natural colours, and hates wearing a tie. He usually sports a little facial hair and looks older than he is.

Intelligent * Absentminded * Honest * Sarcastic * Patient * indecisive

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status:Single
Personality: Oliver is an intelligent, thoughtful and honest person. He takes the time to think through his decisions, which can make him appear indecisive at times. It’s not that he can’t make a decision, though, it’s just that he can see so many options and alternatives that it takes time for him to sort through them all. His intelligence also makes him absentminded at times. He’s got so much going on in there that even he can’t always keep up with himself. Maybe that’s why he got into gardening.

Oliver is honest, open, warm and trustworthy, and expected the rest of the world to be the same. He was bullied a lot in school, and soon found out that the world is not the haven he envisioned. These days, it takes time for people to meet the real Oliver. He doesn’t make friends easily, but once you are his friend, he will protect you with his life.

Habits: Tousles his hair, constantly removes dirt from under his fingernails, talks to plants and animals as if they understand him,
Hobbies: Gardening, reading, camping, outdoor cooking
Fears:

• death
• putting loved ones in harm’s way
• thunderstorms

Likes:

• all plants & animals
• puzzles
• the way sunlight falls through trees
• the sound of the rain coming down
• a good book
• stimulating conversation

Dislikes:

• shallow people
• bullies
• storm damage in nature
• wildfire and the damage it does
• people who don’t take responsibility for their actions
• tofu

General World Skills:

• horse back riding
• gardening
• Fluent in English, loves Germanic languages
• Hunting
• Cooking (indoor and outdoor, including preparing fish/fresh kills)
• Surviving outdoors

Combat Skills:

• stamina
• good with blunt force weapons (stick, bat, etc)
• tracking skills
• hiding skills

Possessions:

• hikers backpack
• fresh clothes for 3 days
• 50 dollars
• flashlight
• lighter & fluid
• bags of seeds
• a collection of pinecones, acorns and chestnuts
• a small tent & tarp
• sleeping bag
• organic laundry detergent powder, portion packed
• walking stick (picked up in the woods)

How did you discover your powers:
Chlorokinesis: Oliver always grew plants that were larger than others, and his garden always yielded a bigger crop than others, but he and his family never thought anything of it. Oliver had green fingers, and that was it. He didn’t realise it could be anything else until he discovered his other powers. He started experimenting with Chlorokinesis and Terrakinesis when he did.

Nature Enhancement: Oliver had lived a happy, rather sheltered life until he started going to school. The strange, serious boy who always knew all the answers and had strong opinions on how plants and animals should be treated didn’t fit in very well. This led to a stressful time for Oliver, which only got worse when he got older. Alone and rejected, Oliver spent a lot of time in the woods with the family dog, a border collie named Joe. One day, when Oliver was 16, Joe ran out into the street to greet him as he came home from school. He never saw the car that hit him, and all Oliver could do was watch in horror as the horrible scene unfolded.

At first it had seemed as if Joe had managed to jump out of the way, but Oliver soon realised it was the sheer force of the impact that had sent the dog flying. Joe landed by the side of the road as the car sped on, never even slowing down. Oliver ran to his friend and dropped down in the dirt next to the dog. He could tell there was nothing he could do, so he stroked his best friend and sat there, waiting for it to be over. He looked up a few times, but it appeared nobody had noticed the event that shook his world. After a few seconds, Joe started breathing more easily, and even placed his head on Oliver’s knee. Oliver was sure it would all be over soon, but over the next few minutes, Joe kept getting stronger and stronger and fifteen minutes later, the dog got to its feet, barked happily and started licking Oliver’s face.
Shocked, Oliver spent a few minutes checking Joe for injuries, but could find nothing wrong with him. He kept a close watch on the dog the rest of the day, but Joe seemed his old self again.

General History:
Oliver is an only child. His parents, Olivia and James, had almost given up hope on ever having children when his mother got pregnant with Oliver. Oliver’s parents adored him, and his mother stayed home to take care of him. It was a strain on the family budget, but as Olivia’s skills as a gardener saved them a lot of money on groceries, and even made them some money during harvest seasons. Oliver soon joined his mother in the garden, and harvests were more bountiful every year.

When Oliver started school, he left the cocoon he’d been raised in, and was confronted with the harsh reality of life. At school, nobody adored him. They thought he was weird and were perhaps a little intimidated by him. That little boy who always knew the answer to every question and asked such strange questions in return. That little boy who spent all his free time in the garden or camping in the woods. That strange boy who talked to plants and animals. That strange boy who seemed so confident, so secure in his right and reason for being.


His parents saw Oliver’s bewilderment, but there was little they could do. They could not conjure up any friends for him, but they did realise his need for companionship and acceptance. For his 13th birthday, they bought him Joe, a beautiful short haired border collie. Within a week, Joe and Oliver were as thick as thieves. Oliver was his own happy self again, life in the Young house returned to normal, and all was right with the world. Until of course that faithful day when Oliver was 16 and Joe got hit by a car.

After the incident, Oliver and Joe entered the house as if nothing had happened. The bus had been a few minutes early, so his mother hadn’t missed them yet. Under the guise of a mountain of homework, Oliver fled upstairs, with Joe on his heels. He simply needed some time to compose himself. They’d learned about mutants in school, and Oliver didn’t think it would increase his popularity if his classmates had another reason to fear him. He turned on his computer and googled animal healing, and soon came across the term Nature Enhancement. He liked the term and what came with it. He cross-referenced Nature Enhancement with gardening and came across Chlorokinesis. He smiled to himself as he realised that that was why their garden was always doing so well. That evening, he sat down with his parents, and they had a long talk. The outcome was that Oliver was to hide his powers for as long as possible.

Oliver had always been fond of camping and hiking, but after his discovery, he started spending even more time in the woods. He spent his time experimenting with his powers and discovered that plants could be used as both defensive and offensive weapons. On one occasion he even managed to make the ground itself move. He wondered if he could affect the earth itself, but he could not say for certain whether he was influencing the earth or the roots of the grass growing on the clearing. Knowing that he could defend himself against his bullies if he wanted to, however, made him care even less about how they treated him. He also experimented with his capacity to heal animals and plants and was dismayed to discover that he could only heal, not recover. Once a living being ceased to be a living being, there was nothing Oliver could do about it.

When Oliver was 18 and finished with high school, his path seemed clear. He was to become a landscape architect and enrolled into college with high hopes. Before he could start, however, Charles Xavier came to his house and offered him a place among his students. He wanted Oliver’s help in bringing down Experiment X. His parents were afraid for his safety, but Oliver knew what it was to be bullied and abused and decided to join the cause.



Character Quote: Some people walk in the rain. Others just get wet.
Theme Song: John Denver – Sunshine on my Shoulders.
Anything Else: roleplayerguild.com/posts/4690189
Note: I seem to favour RPs that die within a few weeks, and rarely get beyond a 3 paragraph post as a result. I would very much like to be able to do more here and hope this RP will last a while!

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