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    1. Airalin 12 yrs ago

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I'm just some crazy reclusive girl. If you really want to know more about me, just ask. ^.~

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Yeah, this moves waaaay too fast for me, so I guess I'll have to back out. = /
@Nevix Have you lost interest in this RP?
*Suddenly overwhelmed*

U-um, when does my character get to "show off" her powers? o.o
"We're here," said the guard pushing Tiffany's wheelchair, prodding her shoulder.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked around. An enormous mansion stood before her, and as she watched, the other prisoners strode in. Frowning, she strained her memory. Before she'd fallen asleep, she'd been taken on the jet. The damn fluid in her blood must have gotten the better of her during the trip.

"The worst of your shot should be wearing off by now," said the guard. "The doc told me not to stick you again. But before you get any ideas, remember that the ones in charge here are Gifted, and a hell of a lot more experienced than you are. You'd do well not to betray their trust."

"I'll keep that in mind," said Tiffany, rubbing her eyes. Her escort pushed her down a long hallway lined with paintings. Doors branched off on either side. Eventually, they stopped in front of them.

"This will be your room. Feel free to change your clothing, then meet up with the others in the foyer." He shut the door behind her, and suddenly, she was alone. And she could finally be rid of her icky prison uniform!

She slowly pushed herself onto her feet, holding on to the wheelchair for support. Once she was sure she wouldn't fall over, she shambled to her drawers and dug through the clothing within. Thankfully, the selection was diverse.

With some difficulty, she changed into a tanktop, short skirt, and a pair of flip flops. Before being captured, she had been teaching herself how to fly, and the lighter she was, the easier than would be. In a way, it was lucky that the crappy prison food had kept her from ruining her slim figure despite lying around all the time. She would be ready to soar at a moment's notice, as soon as she saw the opportunity to escape.

She sighed, forcing herself to her feet. The effect of her shot was all but entirely gone by now; the weakness left to her was the result of long disuse. Best not to risk being locked away again just to avoid a little strain.

She retraced her steps and, thankfully, quickly found her way to the foyer. She chose the seat farthest from any of the others, which put her near the front. Nonetheless, she could hear the lot of them comparing the mansion to hell. Whatever. Let them get all chummy. She wouldn't be misled by friendship again. When the time for her to leave arrived, there would be no one around to rat her out.
Tiffany stared through the bars at the well dressed man standing on the other side. It had been weeks since anyone had last been stupid enough to speak to her, let alone say anything so far fetched.

"You're messing with me," she said bluntly.

"I assure you, I'm dead serious," said the man, smiling slightly. "And, no, this is not a trick to get you to go to your execution. If we wanted you dead, we wouldn't need to resort to deception."

Tiffany's eyes widened, and she mustered her strength to sit up in her bed, sliding away. Suddenly, she was trembling, the chain joining her wrists shaking slightly. He had just read her mind. She had to keep it blank.

So, naturally, all the thoughts she wanted to keep hidden rushed forward all at once.

"If we believed you were worthless, we wouldn't be bothering with you," said the man, gesturing to the guard, "And, no, you will not use this opportunity to escape. We won't let you." He exchanged a glance with the man holding the keys. "Take off her handcuffs, but reapply the fluids. This one will need some extra watching."

Tiffany rubbed her wrists after her restraints were removed and she was helped into her wheelchair. She bit her lip as the guard stuck that awful needle into her arm. She could practically feel the strength draining from her limbs. But if this man was to be believed, soon, she would be allowed to walk around again, like she used to, before she'd lost everything.

"My name is Dr. David Peterson, by the way," said the man, "And, yes, I am Gifted. This way." He began walking, and the guard followed, pushing her along in her wheelchair. "This is what a second chance looks like, Tiffany," said the doctor, "I hope you will cooperate with us so we won't have to take it from you."

She nodded, nervous. Maybe this time she really should be on her best behavior. Even if she did deserve to be locked up forever, who was she to turn down a chance at something better?

There were other prisoners of varying ages in the doctor's retinue. Tiffany studied them, but of course, she didn't know anyone else here. Only the guards who were responsible for her.

Once he had gathered enough people. the doctor led them into an elevator, which sprung to life as the doctor pushed the button to send them to the surface. How long had she been buried for, anyway? She'd stopped keeping track of the time ages ago. Had it been years?

The elevator doors opened, and suddenly, blinding light washed over them. With effort, Tiffany positioned a heavy hand between her eyes and the sun. It was so warm up here! But what were they doing?

Once her eyes had adjusted and she allowed her hand to fall into her lap, she started laughing. There was a huge, futuristic-looking jet parked in front of them. Were they going for a ride already?

"I think the doc has read a few too many comic books," she said to no one in particular.


@Airalin Good to go, bro!


Sis, actually. =p
@Chaotic Chao

I updated the above profile. It's done now; please let me know if there's anything I have to change!
@chaotic chao Here's an incomplete version of my character sheet. Please let me know if the power needs tweaking.

Name: Feather (Real name: Tiffany Velends)

Appearance:


Age: 17

Power(s):
Feather has the power to manipulate gravity. She can do so in the following ways:
-By creating an orb with a radius of up to 10 feet around herself that makes gravity within weaker or stronger. She can change the effect of the sphere dynamically.
-By affixing a sphere with a radius of up to 10 feet to an object. The sphere makes the object the new target of gravity for all things within (in other words, they are pulled toward the selected object rather than the earth), and the strength of the gravity depends on the sphere. However, it can be changed only while Feather is within the area of effect. Maximum duration: 15 minutes.
-She can throw mobile spheres with a radius of up to 10 feet through the air. These spheres can increase or decrease the strength of gravity working within them, but cannot be changed once thrown. Further, these spheres cannot change the direction of gravity. (Meaning gravity will still be pulling objects in the sphere toward the earth.) The radius of the sphere slowly decreases as it moves away from Feather in a line.
-Feather herself is only affected by the spheres centered on her.

Feather's powers have many limitations, including the following:
-She cannot make spheres in which there is no gravity.
-She cannot make spheres with gravity so strong that it would completely immobilize or wound an average person standing on the ground within.
-The maximum strength of her sphere is directly proportional to that of her body, meaning that exhausting her or beating her up temporarily weaken her abilities.

Personality: Feather is independent to the core, and prefers to avoid forming friendships or other close bonds. She finds trusting others to be foolish. She is exceptionally bright, but just as impulsive, and tends to get in trouble frequently. Her self worth is cripplingly low, and she hates herself far more than anyone else. Often, she acts out just to avoid having too much time to think. She's very curious by nature, the sort of person who becomes legitimately upset when presented with a puzzle she can't solve. She frequently takes things too far when she's having fun.

Bio: Feather's father left her mother before she was born. Her mother struggled to support herself and her daughter, working multiple jobs at once and losing sleep. Feather was often left home alone even as a small child, and when her mother was present, she was too exhausted to play; Feather knew she was a burden by the time she was five years old. And she wanted to help.

She was quick to pick up the habit of stealing things; candy bars from stores she would creep in to on her own, lunches taken from her classmates before they got the chance to eat them. Of course, she was frequently caught - but never more than slapped on the wrist. Who could fault a little girl for stealing to support her overwhelmed mother?

As time went on, Feather's living situation got better. Her mother was promoted at one of her jobs so that she didn't have to work any others. Feather earned a full scholarship into a prestigious private high school. But her urge to steal never quite faded. It only got worse once she developed her powers.

She would take everything she could - cell phones, wallets, textbooks - from her peers and her teachers, then sell what she could online. The act of taking and getting away with it was thrilling to her. But, one day, she took it too far. She managed to get a hold of the keys to the principal's car, and she took it. Unfortunately for her, she was caught on camera. Before she knew it, she was not only expelled, but arrested, and her powers were found out. It was more than her mother could take. She had spent the last decade and a half of her life trying to provide for her daughter; Feather was the center of her world. And, suddenly, she was gone.

It was only once Feather was securely locked up that she was told of her mother's suicide. All alone in her cell, she had all the time in the world to dwell on it.
@chaotic chao

Can my character eventually go on to be a villain?
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