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@FaithsRose and Exie: Hey! Since we are Roomies do we have a specific dorm number or do we need to discuss that? Cause I am fine with whatever :)
FaithsRose said
So many collabs @_@ I listened to the last bit of Art's speech...well not personally...but you know ^^ Anyway, interaction anyone? I don't really fancy doing the 'wandering aimlessly' post ^^'


I would but I had already brought Mila to the Staff Kitchen o.o;;
I wasn't saying Mila thought you relished in shedding blood, she simply was uncomfortable with how easy a concept killing seemed to Art. lol
Mila quickly rushed through the halls as she hurried her way to the auditorium. She was late, she knew she was late and she hated that fact. The trained girls foot falls made hardly a sound against the polished oak. She found the auditorium and her stomach sank as she heard a voice speaking out from behind the doors. Mila took the door by the handle and lightly pulled it open before slipping in and easing the door shut behind her. She tip toed along the back of the huge room, hoping the great magnitude of other mutants hid her late arrival. She found an open seat next to some random individuals that paid the girl no mind. She sighed with relief, believing she was an invisible enigma. She was certain she was a ninja. Yes, ninja indeed.

Mila folded her hands leisurely over her lap as she sat quietly in the auditorium. She was a bit set back by the mild eagerness of killing. How it seemed to be such a simple notion to wipe another person out of existence. She was all for defending ones self but there certainly were more option then killing. Though she couldn't very well blame them. She heard of what had happened not long before with their previous Head Master known as Xavier. He seemed a nice man from what she heard. She sighed lightly under her breath. If they wanted to kill that was their business. She didn't need to join in on the blood shed.

As the assembly came to an end Mila pushed herself to her feet. She looked around idly as the masses shuffled about to leave the room. She was in no rush to push herself through a crowd. She stretched her arms up into the air, yawning lightly as she wiggled and stretched. She over slept and her body was feeling a bit stiff. As time passed and the delightful view the floor was a relieving symbol of room to walk. She swayed through the remaining stragglers, making her way into the hall way and using her sense of smell to lead her way towards the promise of food. She might be a killer but the promise of food gave her good brownie points. And now she wanted brownies.

As she turned down ta hall she noticed the room with the chair propping the door open. She pushed her way through, stepping up and over the chair casually as if the thought of moving it out of the way and replacing it was far from her mind. She looked around the kitchen, noticing how the small animals relaxed along the floor. And two people sat on stools while the girl that introduced herself as Art was cooking food.

"Hello." she spoke simply. Her accent flawlessly American. She had no intention to let anyone know she was from Russia. Living a life on the run left little room for people to know her true origins. "I heard there was food?" She asked, looking for permission to make herself a plate. For such a petite girl she had a rather big appetite.
You can go to the next scene :) Seeing as my character is new it could be assumed she arrived late. :)
I might be a little crunchy O//O;; lol

And alrighty! Lol it must just be... "I don't know them." lmfao xD But I will try and include what I think their relationship has the possibility of becoming lol
Hey! :) I added a sheet to the character listing (I had already ran it through both GM's). Where is the character relationship sheet? o.O


Name: Mila Kovsky.

Codename: Mimic.

Age: Eighteen (18).

Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Occupation: Student.

Family:
Orphan - She doesn't know if she has any family.

Relationship Status:
TBD

Mutant Ability:
Genetic Replication - Once coming into anyone DNA whether it be their blood, skin contact or simply hair left on a brush. With that DNA she can shape shift herself into that individuals physical appearance to the last detail. She doesn't attain any memories or involuntary social quirks. Further more, replicating the individuals genes she can also mimic their mutant powers. The power replication isn't nearly as strong as the original as she hasn't had the type of practice with it as the original host.

Mila can retain up to two genetic codes at any given time and the retention only lasts for a maximum of twenty-four (24) hours since the last moment she came in contact with the DNA.

Personality:
Mila is rather quiet and soft spoken. She is one to sit in the back of a room and simply observe. Because her powers don't gain any mental or social mimicry she tends to naturally observe every little details of the people around her. Doing so allows her to act like the people she takes upon the appearance. Though once you break through her silent shell one would notice Mila's kind and affectionate nature. Being an orphan Mila is rather easily attached to people who are nice to her. On one hand she fears of people getting close and leaving and on the other hand she wants nothing more to be loved.

History:
Mila was born in Moscow, Russia and raised in a small orphanage. She didn't begin to notice her abilities until she was around the age of nine (9) when she woke up looking like her friend Natasha from the orphanage. She luckily changed back before many people saw her. They thought it was only their half unconscious state playing tricks on them. As the years progressed she began to use her abilities to get things she wanted. She would bump into the local store owner to get his DNA and when he left she would shift into his appearance and walk into the store and take candy. Looking and sounding like the store owner the clerks never stopped her.

After a while the Russian government began to notice her abilities. An Agent from the Russian Special forces came to the orphanage. His name was Mikael and he offered Mila a life outside of the orphanage. Firstly she was afraid of what they wanted her for but also she couldn't help crave to be needed for something. Anything to get out of the orphanage and become something. She had always thought she was worthless, that was what she reasoned why she was given up by her parents. She would prove them wrong. And she finally decided she would take Mikael up on his offer, calling him on the number he left on the card a few days prior. She was thirteen at the time.

Mikael came that night to retrieve Mila. They flew across russia, landing on a small landing strip and then she hopped in an SUV and a three hour drive later they arrived at a small military camp. Mikael became Mila's sponsor, so to speak. She kept track of Mila's progress and made sure everything was working out. In this small camp Mila wasn't a freak, she was amongst others that had special powers like her own. Aside from practicing their respective powers they all learns basic physical combat, sabotage and subtlety. With Mila's special brand of powers she was also trained to watch and observe people, learn all the little details about them; through that she was also trained how to act and mimic the small quirks she observes. She had a natural gift for acting and observing, learning from the lessons faster than most.

After a year of training she was fourteen when they started to deploy her on missions. She would observe her targets for a few days before figuring out a way to come into contact with their DNA. Using the information she gained from her target she was shift into their appearance and complete the mission. Usually ranging from attaining information or planting bugs to eavesdrop. Though after three years her mission suddenly changed from the usual. This time she was asked to infiltrate a group and kill a man. She was set back by the idea. She had never considered the thought of killing anyone. She knew it happened in the group but she never considered she would have to do any of that. On her mission she was about to kill the slumbering man but she couldn't pull the trigger. Since day one she was promised she would never have to kill anyone by Mikael. He gave his word. But here she was, standing over a man with a pistol in her hand. As she noticed the man began to stir she was startled, dropping the gun and fleeing the mansion. She could no longer associate with a group that would lie to her and break promises. Asking her to kill someone after all the promises.

Mila fled to the united states, using the skills they taught her to keep out of the eyes of the Russian Secret services. After a year in the united states she began to hear rumors of a safe haven for Mutants. A place that would keep them safe and teach them kind ways of using their powers. She then began to search out the Xavier's School of Gifted Students.

Extra:
Languages: Russian, English, French, and Japanese fluently.
Can speak in perfect accents from her training.
Can hold her breath under water for up to 6 minutes and 17 seconds.
Her favorite thing is Reese's peanut butter cup. Especially when it had been kept in the fridge.
Has a high endurance.
All changes are acceptable :)
EnsoNoctis said
@Tigre - Will it be alright if I give some of the bandits something to set them apart from other bandits? I'm at the part of my draft where Virgil has just finished a conversation with the Daedalus family and one of Oden's generals about the recent events in M'alo and he will soon be on his way to the Treya region to do some investigating, but I need something to indicate that they are no ordinary bandits. I was thinking that quite a feww of them will be carrying Adranium weapons and/or armor for the time being.


Sounds awesome :) Thanks again :)
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