Hmmm dic-tator sounds like a naughty french fry.
I'm going QUEEN RULER OF THE LAND... *whispers* bow down so it's obvious! :P
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Kick time in the balls and own it. :) OR something awesome like that!!
Lots of money in pole dancing and abs like you wouldn't believe.
Naww... I actually spend my days ruling the world. That's what I do for a living - a world ruler. I like the sound of that.
"Kate for president" *hands out cookies and french kisses*
Naww... I actually spend my days ruling the world. That's what I do for a living - a world ruler. I like the sound of that.
"Kate for president" *hands out cookies and french kisses*
Full Name:
Samantha Elise Ignit
Aliases:
Fire Starter
Hottie
Mentor/s:
Thor
Black Window
Birthday and Age:
July 4, 1993 (19)
Ethnicity:
Italian & American
Species:
Mutant
Gender:
Female
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual
Hometown:
Brooklyn, NY
Physical Description:
Samantha stands at 5' 6 and weighs about 130, her body lithe and toned from working endless hours in the gym to obtain strength. Her long crimson hair hangs to her waist and curls here and there as it sees fit, the soft wavy mass quick to ignite should she be in danger, or her adrenaline get out of whack. Her olive colored skin tans easily in the fun and she has a small birthmark just above her lip on the right side of her face. She carries herself with confidence, her shoulder narrow, but squared out most every time she's in public. Her feminine curves make it a bit difficult to deny her and the full pout of her lovely pink lips is a temptation that is used to her advantage at every turn. Long slender legs are the result of dancing every time she gets a chance and running mile after mile in an effort to feel free.
Likes:
- Working out and Running
- Playing with Fire
- Strong bad boys
- Motorcycles
- Lollipops
- Challenges of all sorts
Dislikes:
- Bossy People
- Air Pollution
- Unauthentic people and causes
- Emotions
- Constraints of any sort
- Rules
Personality:
Sam is highly independent and quick to put someone in their place should they need it, her confidence almost bordering egotism, but staying safely in the boundaries laid before her. She's a rule breaker unless the cause she believes in calls for something else. Very strong in her opinions and willing to go to the mat for what she believes in, she is often willing to listen to someone's argument until she deems it unworthy or them invalid. She loves with a fiery passion that burns along her veins and hates with the same high level of emotion, but finds herself highly put out by emotionally unstable people. Crying for no reason is a pet peeve and she's rarely about to show compassion or sympathy unless the situation really calls for such an effort.
She is dangerous in her decision making and a bit of a wild card which has saved her life many times and yet called her loyalty to her mentors into question. She acts impulsively and finds herself in the darkest of alleys some nights in the hopes of burning off some energy instead of saving the world. Never one to give up on anything, she's been drug from several fights with little left of her, her ability to judge when enough is enough is just not in tact. She's got a lot of growing up to do and doesn't see it that way, giving her mentors a run for their money and maybe just the challenge they need to loosen their own restraints and ride on the wild side for a moment in time.
Powers, Skills & Talents:
Genetic Perfection: Samantha was born with the same abilities as her mother, her father having experimented on the beautiful woman before loosing her to childbirth. She is quick and strong as well as able to manipulate fire and create her element from nothing.
Weaknesses, Disabilities & General Flaws - She is compulsive, cannot be submerged into water and is rather argumentative. It's hard to tell which side she's on most days.
Equipment:
Sam totes on her body only a small zippo lighter that her father used to carry around, her body capable of combusting into flames and causing quite a situation around her. She is excellent in hand-to-hand combat and has to work at keeping her hotter elements under wraps in an effort to disable someone and not right out kill them.
History:
Samantha was born with her mutations, her mother first being experimented on by her mad-scientist father and the poor woman dying in childbirth. Sam grew up under the care of her father, the great Doctor Ignit. He lost his mind in her early teens and was put away in a nearby asylum, Sam visiting him everyday and slipping her small hand into his cell to light it up with what she hoped would be a promise of a brighter future to come. She worked her way through high school and took care of herself, the girl very withdrawn in her early teens years in an effort to not let anyone see or know her true secrets. After a situation during her senior prom, her emotions got the best of her and she burned down the gymnasium, many of her classmates realizing that she was a mutant and calling for the county to lock her up like her father.
Out of fear and anger she ran, using her powers in the worst of ways over a two year spell until one night she encountered the Black Widow, the woman so mature and sleek. Sam saw something she wanted to be - to emulate - and agreed to come into the S.H.I.E.L.D training facility for a two year trial period. The Widow promised that Dr. X could help her to tame her emotions and use her abilities for good, but Sam highly doubted the seeming lie. With no where else to go, the young girl followed the older woman in tow and make it clear that she played by no one's rules and did things her way. The Widow just nodded and laughed.. everyone says that.
Extra:
More than anything Sam wants a normal relationship and to live a normal life. The darker side of her personality is fueled by the lack of normalcy in her world.
I know, sweet thang - mine was a joke too. *grins*
Doesn't sound like a bad job at all. I'm a neat freak, so that job would work well for me... however I do love my pole dancing. :P
Doesn't sound like a bad job at all. I'm a neat freak, so that job would work well for me... however I do love my pole dancing. :P
Lauren
The emergency sound beeping from her cell phone pushed her into action as Lauren picked it up and quickly read the text. Shooting at Francis J McKenna High School. The fucking family name was the mother of all curses. She responded quickly as members of her team filed into the conference room just beside hers.
Do you need me or my team to respond?
The only response she got was related to the fact that Justice PD would take care of first response and that a member of her team was requested to be in the briefing meeting at 0945. She walked with purpose to the conference room in time to nod toward Talamantez before Owen moved toward her and flicked on the TV just behind her. She turned to watch the news coverage and turned back to Owen, holding her hand out and taking the remote to turn off the media's rape of the tragedy before them.
"Thank you, Officer York. Please... everyone be seated." She reached up and laid her hand on the podium to her right, her stance professional but a bit laid back for the situation at hand. "I'm aware of what has occurred and although the chief of police has requested us to simply leave this up to the station to assess and own, we will be heading to McKenna High School after a five minute brief. Just know that JPD is already on the scene and most likely fucking up the evidence that we would have in processing the case."
Lauren turned her attention to the knock at the door, a nod to the officer and let her gaze touch the man's that had entered her arena. She felt a smirk coming up at the very nicely disguised signs that he knew too much and had been too many places. "Welcome, Reid. Stay out of the way and do your job from a distance or I'll kick your ass out while the cars moving at a high speed, good?"
She waited not for an answer but turned back to the group. "Officer York, pull the SUV around and we'll meet downstairs and head to the scene of the crime. When we arrive, York you focus on working with the forensic team on getting the evidence we need and locking down the story of what actually happened. Talamantez see if you can find a lead on where the hell Jesus Valens is and I will deal with the mayor, the officials and the press. Reid - you're with me, by my side at all times." She growled and made the signal for her team to move into action. Time was ticking away and everyone but those that needed to be were onsite and most likely dicking up the evidence. That was about to change and quickly.
Allison "Scout"
The news of the shooting filled the confines of her car and caused her heart to almost stop, her worry not for the kids or the loss of life, but for Brian and whether he was involved indirectly. Stevie Kowalcyzk was a name she knew all too well. Picking up her phone she tried to reach the bossman and found his voice mail coming up too quickly. Changes are he was talking with his brother and trying to figure out what exactly happened. She left him a quick message that she was on her way back to the docks and to give her a call should he need her to do something or clean up part of this mess. She decided not to bother Ben seeing that they weren't really on good terms, both of them not being able to see eye to eye. It would be quite suspicious to head over to the scene, so Scout took a quick U-turn and headed back to the docks to see if she could catch up with Brian.
The cops would be everywhere and the true hope was that nothing from the event earlier that day would like their names to the murderer, but things like that always had a way of surfacing. She'd just have to play it by ear and go out on a limb if needed. No way she'd let B go down without a fight. A quick call to the bar to let them know she'd be late in coming in and she pulled up to the waters edge, intent and purpose fueling her emotions.
The emergency sound beeping from her cell phone pushed her into action as Lauren picked it up and quickly read the text. Shooting at Francis J McKenna High School. The fucking family name was the mother of all curses. She responded quickly as members of her team filed into the conference room just beside hers.
Do you need me or my team to respond?
The only response she got was related to the fact that Justice PD would take care of first response and that a member of her team was requested to be in the briefing meeting at 0945. She walked with purpose to the conference room in time to nod toward Talamantez before Owen moved toward her and flicked on the TV just behind her. She turned to watch the news coverage and turned back to Owen, holding her hand out and taking the remote to turn off the media's rape of the tragedy before them.
"Thank you, Officer York. Please... everyone be seated." She reached up and laid her hand on the podium to her right, her stance professional but a bit laid back for the situation at hand. "I'm aware of what has occurred and although the chief of police has requested us to simply leave this up to the station to assess and own, we will be heading to McKenna High School after a five minute brief. Just know that JPD is already on the scene and most likely fucking up the evidence that we would have in processing the case."
Lauren turned her attention to the knock at the door, a nod to the officer and let her gaze touch the man's that had entered her arena. She felt a smirk coming up at the very nicely disguised signs that he knew too much and had been too many places. "Welcome, Reid. Stay out of the way and do your job from a distance or I'll kick your ass out while the cars moving at a high speed, good?"
She waited not for an answer but turned back to the group. "Officer York, pull the SUV around and we'll meet downstairs and head to the scene of the crime. When we arrive, York you focus on working with the forensic team on getting the evidence we need and locking down the story of what actually happened. Talamantez see if you can find a lead on where the hell Jesus Valens is and I will deal with the mayor, the officials and the press. Reid - you're with me, by my side at all times." She growled and made the signal for her team to move into action. Time was ticking away and everyone but those that needed to be were onsite and most likely dicking up the evidence. That was about to change and quickly.
Allison "Scout"
The news of the shooting filled the confines of her car and caused her heart to almost stop, her worry not for the kids or the loss of life, but for Brian and whether he was involved indirectly. Stevie Kowalcyzk was a name she knew all too well. Picking up her phone she tried to reach the bossman and found his voice mail coming up too quickly. Changes are he was talking with his brother and trying to figure out what exactly happened. She left him a quick message that she was on her way back to the docks and to give her a call should he need her to do something or clean up part of this mess. She decided not to bother Ben seeing that they weren't really on good terms, both of them not being able to see eye to eye. It would be quite suspicious to head over to the scene, so Scout took a quick U-turn and headed back to the docks to see if she could catch up with Brian.
The cops would be everywhere and the true hope was that nothing from the event earlier that day would like their names to the murderer, but things like that always had a way of surfacing. She'd just have to play it by ear and go out on a limb if needed. No way she'd let B go down without a fight. A quick call to the bar to let them know she'd be late in coming in and she pulled up to the waters edge, intent and purpose fueling her emotions.
Arralina - Witch
A quick trip to the edge of the valley they stayed upon gave her the trinket her father kept hidden deep in a large oak tree. Nothing more than fire from her own fingertips burnt deep into the core of the tree, her lithe arm pushing hard as smoke rose around her and a soft grunt left her full crimson lips. She grabbed the cup and pulled hard, slipping the silver object into a small napstack she had stretch across her back. She picked up her walk to a jog as she made her way back to the camp, several new arrivals coming to join them as Vitra spoke with several of them. A large hulk of a man approached and stood beside an Asian-looking woman, her long chocolate hair moving about her lithe frame. Lina nodded to the girl as a sign of acceptance and turned to answer the male.
"He wants us to complete a mission for him and I'd be careful of your tone, loverboy. He's in a mood this evening." She smirked as the wind picked up and pushed her forward, Lina stumbling as she plowed into her sister. "Sorry..." she growled and moved to the edge of their path, others moving in to follow them.
The wind not only brought her father's punishment, but a witch that looked like the colors of a strained sunset, her body hovering just above them. Lina disliked the wind, the very essence of it stealing her own powers as all oxygen was sucked from the vicinity. "Come down here (Zara) and let us head out before the dawn ruins our plans and creates tracks for our pursuers."
Running her fingers through her dark hair she turned to look at Vitra. "We must go now." She turned to the others, "The time is upon us and once we might it just beyond the Capsian mountains and day breaks I will explain where we are going and for what father has called the handful of us to do." She pointed to her sisters horse as if to remind her that she needed to take it with the group so that Vitra's escape was assured... Lina demanded that alone.
A quick trip to the edge of the valley they stayed upon gave her the trinket her father kept hidden deep in a large oak tree. Nothing more than fire from her own fingertips burnt deep into the core of the tree, her lithe arm pushing hard as smoke rose around her and a soft grunt left her full crimson lips. She grabbed the cup and pulled hard, slipping the silver object into a small napstack she had stretch across her back. She picked up her walk to a jog as she made her way back to the camp, several new arrivals coming to join them as Vitra spoke with several of them. A large hulk of a man approached and stood beside an Asian-looking woman, her long chocolate hair moving about her lithe frame. Lina nodded to the girl as a sign of acceptance and turned to answer the male.
"He wants us to complete a mission for him and I'd be careful of your tone, loverboy. He's in a mood this evening." She smirked as the wind picked up and pushed her forward, Lina stumbling as she plowed into her sister. "Sorry..." she growled and moved to the edge of their path, others moving in to follow them.
The wind not only brought her father's punishment, but a witch that looked like the colors of a strained sunset, her body hovering just above them. Lina disliked the wind, the very essence of it stealing her own powers as all oxygen was sucked from the vicinity. "Come down here (Zara) and let us head out before the dawn ruins our plans and creates tracks for our pursuers."
Running her fingers through her dark hair she turned to look at Vitra. "We must go now." She turned to the others, "The time is upon us and once we might it just beyond the Capsian mountains and day breaks I will explain where we are going and for what father has called the handful of us to do." She pointed to her sisters horse as if to remind her that she needed to take it with the group so that Vitra's escape was assured... Lina demanded that alone.
LMFAO. I needed that. <33333333333333
Evangelina Vertesca - Huntress (Narrator)
Evangelina turned from the kings attendant to watch the brave, strong warrior she'd met as a child use all his strength to simply keep himself standing up right. Her heart ached for the situation and yet she knew that emotions and feelings would get her no where in the current situation. She took a quick drink of her mead and pressed her attention toward the front of the room, a well dressed man entering just before the king catching her eye. The rulers steps seem to echo around her and take forever as she decided to remove her gaze from him and look around at those that would be in attendance with her on this new journey. The sound of a different language grabbed Eva and caused her to shift uncomfortably. Surely not... she'd only heard that language spoken once as an adolescent, her father working with the Elven leaders to gain their assistance. It almost seemed a sin to look upon a creature so beautiful and yet Eva had yet to back down from anything.
So much movement around her and although her eyes moved with the darkest hunter in the house she pulled her attention from the corner that he hovered in and looked to the king as the older man began to speak. She listened patiently, unsure of what she truly believed in the way of mythical objects, but willing to fight the battle to the bloody end to gain the acknowledgment that she desired so bad from her own father. When the proposal for questions came up, Eva lifted her hand and spoke up loud and clear.
"I do realize that you called for volunteers, but do you not worry that one or more of the men in this room might not side with the very entity that you send us into the dawn after, great King?" She bowed her head a little, her long dress spanning out around her and yet hugging her perfect as she stood at the table, her attention on the older man that called their honor, or was it their greed to center stage.
"Ahh.. Evangelina. Your father's strength and your mothers beauty. I do find it quite amazing that you stand here in the place of your father's greatest soldier and yet you earned it, did you not?"
She smiled and nodded, speaking not.
"To answer you question, I do believe that some of the men or perhaps women in our midst have or will fall pray to the darkness for it pulls hard and offers what seems like a lot. The witches and warlocks that have been birthed from the dark Shade are alluring and majestic, their ability to capture the hearts of men is without effort. The question becomes, will you fall pray? You cannot concern yourself with those around you child, but only with the battle that you will face. Rest assured each of you will be challenged in ways you could never expect. Search within yourself and find your core before you leave in the morning or you will not return."
Evangelina nodded and sat, her eyes moving back to the hooded figure in the corner and not letting up as she analyze him closely. He was darkness incarnate and she felt a twinge of concern at his present position as anger and hate radiated from him in waves of black and grey before her eyes.
Evangelina turned from the kings attendant to watch the brave, strong warrior she'd met as a child use all his strength to simply keep himself standing up right. Her heart ached for the situation and yet she knew that emotions and feelings would get her no where in the current situation. She took a quick drink of her mead and pressed her attention toward the front of the room, a well dressed man entering just before the king catching her eye. The rulers steps seem to echo around her and take forever as she decided to remove her gaze from him and look around at those that would be in attendance with her on this new journey. The sound of a different language grabbed Eva and caused her to shift uncomfortably. Surely not... she'd only heard that language spoken once as an adolescent, her father working with the Elven leaders to gain their assistance. It almost seemed a sin to look upon a creature so beautiful and yet Eva had yet to back down from anything.
So much movement around her and although her eyes moved with the darkest hunter in the house she pulled her attention from the corner that he hovered in and looked to the king as the older man began to speak. She listened patiently, unsure of what she truly believed in the way of mythical objects, but willing to fight the battle to the bloody end to gain the acknowledgment that she desired so bad from her own father. When the proposal for questions came up, Eva lifted her hand and spoke up loud and clear.
"I do realize that you called for volunteers, but do you not worry that one or more of the men in this room might not side with the very entity that you send us into the dawn after, great King?" She bowed her head a little, her long dress spanning out around her and yet hugging her perfect as she stood at the table, her attention on the older man that called their honor, or was it their greed to center stage.
"Ahh.. Evangelina. Your father's strength and your mothers beauty. I do find it quite amazing that you stand here in the place of your father's greatest soldier and yet you earned it, did you not?"
She smiled and nodded, speaking not.
"To answer you question, I do believe that some of the men or perhaps women in our midst have or will fall pray to the darkness for it pulls hard and offers what seems like a lot. The witches and warlocks that have been birthed from the dark Shade are alluring and majestic, their ability to capture the hearts of men is without effort. The question becomes, will you fall pray? You cannot concern yourself with those around you child, but only with the battle that you will face. Rest assured each of you will be challenged in ways you could never expect. Search within yourself and find your core before you leave in the morning or you will not return."
Evangelina nodded and sat, her eyes moving back to the hooded figure in the corner and not letting up as she analyze him closely. He was darkness incarnate and she felt a twinge of concern at his present position as anger and hate radiated from him in waves of black and grey before her eyes.
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