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Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-men roleplay)

Duncan's voice manages to pull her out of her hyperventilating panic, if only for a moment. His words, a beacon of focused reassurance amidst the chaos, cut through the turmoil swirling within her mind. With each syllable, Clementine felt a semblance of calm wash over her, like a soothing balm for her frayed nerves.

Yet, even as Duncan's voice anchored her in the present, Clementine couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease gnawing at her insides. She knows that her control over her powers is slipping the more she lets her emotions take control, the flickers of plasma dancing along her fingertips serving as a stark reminder of the storm brewing within.

As the red armour carried her toward Noa, Clementine's eyes went wide as her eyes flickered between her brother and the two masked opponents. Despite Duncan's attempts to reassure her, she can't shake the feeling of impending dread that weighs heavy on her chest.

Up until now, the third member of the fourth had watched the Hawk-masked and fly-masked allies go to town on Duncan, while the fourth had gone after Errol. The hawk-masked brute went for Duncan to pull him back up, just to punch him back down. Whether he wanted to knock out Duncan or just enjoyed punching down, was unknown.
The fly-masked woman looked to the third member of the squad, the one who hadn't engaged at all and looked more like he was observing the situation. The third member wore an owl mask and decked out with all manners of knives, swords and metal-reinforced gauntlets. With a nod, from the owl-masked man, the fly-masked woman left Duncan and the hawk-masked brute and went around the destroyed car to go after Clementine and Noa.

Meanwhile, Clementine had managed to quickly get up and over to Noa, having gained, somewhat, control over her powers again, the young girl just managed to lock eyes with Noa, before she felt a painful iron grip lock around her hair, forcing Clementine to release a pained scream as she was lifted into the air by her hair and held right in front of Noa, using Clementine as a human shield in case Noa had any bright idea of attacking.

As Clementine's scream echoed through the chaos, a surge of heat ignited within her, fueled by the intensity of her fear and desperation. With a fierce determination, she seized the fly-masked woman's wrist with both hands, channelling the raw power of her plasma abilities into a blistering inferno.

The air around Clementine crackled with searing heat as her plasma powers surged to life, enveloping the woman's wrist in what looked like incorporeal orbs of a scorching blaze. The intense heat radiated from Clementine's hands like fire, bathing the immediate vicinity in an oppressive warmth that bordered on unbearable. Anyone standing nearby could feel the heat washing over them like the searing breath of a furnace, forcing them to instinctively take a step back to escape its fiery grasp.

With a guttural cry of pain, the fly-masked woman recoiled as her wrist was seared by the scorching plasma, the skin blistering and blackening under the intense heat. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, mingling with the acrid scent of charred fabric as the woman stumbled back, releasing her grip on Clementine's hair.

The shrieking from the fly-masked woman pierced the sky, causing the other mutants from the group to pause, if only for a second or two as the fly-masked woman watched the blistering skin and blackening flesh of her hand and wrist fall off the bones in chunks, like meat served at a restaurant.

As Clementine broke free from the woman's grasp, her hands still radiated with the residual heat of her plasma powers engulfing her hands like miniature suns. The air around her crackled with the intense energy of her abilities, sending ripples of heat distortion shimmering around the traffic light.

Amidst the fighting, the temperature around Clementine soared to uncomfortable levels, the air thick with the oppressive heat emanating from her fiery aura. Noa immediately felt the spike of heat rise, her skin prickling with sweat. The owl-masked man who previously had purely focused on the hawk-masked man attacking Duncan had now turned his full attention to Clementine only to speak into his comm attracted to his wrist as he stepped away.

The chaotic sounds of the city were overshadowed by the crackling hum of Clementine's plasma powers. The air itself seemed to vibrate with energy, as if charged with the raw power of the sun, casting a golden glow over the surrounding buildings and streets.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-men roleplay)

Clementine had the worse day ever in her own honest opinion. First, she gets manhandled by police, then thrown into a holding cell for a night and now she's in the middle of what felt like a warzone! Oh and the worst of it all, that damn song was still blasting from their flipped broken car.

So much was happening and all Clem could do, was hide behind her brother for protection. She had never truly seen her brother's powers in action. not truly. Clem had only seen her brother, Duncan's powers in action from a monitor and that was from a hiding place, while their father watched recordings of Duncan's X-men days.

As she tried to sit up with her back against the car, she finally felt the searing pain pulse through her arm. As she looked down at her now bloodied arm, hearing nothing but her pulse pumping with everything else a faint muffled noise. Everything felt slow like she was affected by slow motion.

"You're going to be okay Clem. Just stay near me."

Clementine looked up at her brother holding the line bravely, facing what certainly was odds against them, yet he faced them anyway. Another pulse of pain hit her from her arm as she was pulled out of her daze watching everything speed up around her, like fast-forwarding only it was fast-forwarding out of her daze.

Noise, voices, bullets and every other possible sound became clear as the day. Clem released a pained whimper as she felt her body begin to hyperventilate.

As Clementine's surroundings morphed into a chaotic blur of noise and motion, she felt an overwhelming surge of panic rising within her chest. Her heart pounded with adrenaline-fueled intensity, drowning out the cacophony of sounds around her. With each pulse of searing pain shooting through her arm, she struggled to maintain her composure, but the overwhelming chaos threatened to consume her.

In a desperate attempt to ground herself, Clementine fixed her gaze on her brother, Duncan, who stood steadfast in the face of danger. His reassuring words echoed in her mind, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. Yet, despite his unwavering resolve, Clementine could feel the tendrils of fear tightening their grip on her.

As her breaths grew shallow and ragged, Clementine's vision began to blur, the world around her spinning in dizzying spirals. Her chest tightened with each passing second, the weight of the situation bearing down on her like a suffocating blanket.

And then, in a fleeting moment of clarity, Clementine's eyes flickered with a bright orange hue, mirroring the fiery intensity of her inner turmoil. It was a subtle but unmistakable sign that her control over her powers was beginning to waver, a silent plea for help in the midst of chaos.

In addition, the tips of Clementine's vibrant ginger hair seemed to shimmer with a faint, ethereal glow, as if touched by the warmth of the sun itself. Though subtle, the radiant display served as a silent testament to her connection to solar energy, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

Duncan would also feel the temperature suddenly grow a couple of degrees behind him, while not near enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to be noticeable.

With each passing moment, the intensity of Clementine's inner struggle seemed to manifest in the world around her. Small, fleeting sparks of plasma danced along her fingertips, crackling with an otherworldly energy that belied her inner turmoil. Though she tried to conceal her growing unease, the subtle display of her powers betrayed her, casting a dim glow in the shadows of the chaotic scene unfolding before her.

As the tension mounted and the danger escalated, Clementine's control over her abilities continued to wane, each flicker of plasma serving as a silent warning of the storm brewing within her. Though she fought to maintain her composure, the overwhelming surge of emotion threatened to unleash a torrent of power beyond her control, a tempest of fire and fury waiting to be unleashed upon the world.

The man in the light, feather-like chainmail armour jumped Duncan first, hitting his red-coloured barrier with a shattering punch which he followed up with a series of punches, in an attempt to keep Duncan's focus on him while the women in quick flashes of movement dashed to the side flanking Duncan to get to Clementine.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-men roleplay)

Clementine completely ignored her brother's bickering over her, she was used to it by now. Following Duncan to Errol's car, a raised eyebrow at the sudden offer of a hot dog but didn't comment on it, because she wouldn't say no to free food and it. With hands in her pockets, the red-haired girl just gave her brother a clear 'whatever' when rolling her eyes, she'd heard that threat before. "Oh great" Clementine dragged on the 'ea'.

"Another boring lecture. Can't wait" was Clementine's answer bathed in sarcasm. She just wanted to get home and on with her life and she did not need lectures from a brother who was never around, at least Errol came to visit now and then, unfortunately, their interaction often ended in unnecessary arguments about their father, Errol not wanting Clementine to join him and heatedly arguing why he should let her join the gang he's in.

In fact, given that Clementine and Errol had grown up, Errol was perhaps one of the few people in the world that knew, his little sister, only wanted to join the gang, to get attention from their father. Clementine wasn't even interested in the crime part but would do it if it meant getting Giovanni's attention.

And yet, despite their heated arguments and shouting matches, Clementine still loved her brother.

Getting into Errol's car, Clementine was about to go for the seat belt, but hearing her oldest brother's not only bitter tone, the inner annoying rebellious little sister, took over and she let go of the seat belt from her hand. She even did it by holding eye contact with her brother, giving him a defiant look before turning in her seat to look over the window on her side. However, the accent of Noa cursing from hitting her head made Clementine almost snort, but felt it.

Clementine tried to hide her small smirk, hearing her oldest brother sassing the woman's taste in music and she felt a need to join in, unknowingly bonding with Duncan over something.

"1970s called, Gen X want their taste back," said Clementine still looking out the window resting her cheek in her palm, adding to her brother's comment towards Noa putting on Mr. Blue Sky. The red-haired even felt a bit cringe, hearing Noa sing along to Mr Blue Sky, rolling her eyes.

Clementine being the slowest to react to the black cars flanking their car, only managed to look in the direction that Errol looked before feeling a sharp bolt of pain through her entire body. At that moment, as the car flipped through the air, Clementine would have cursed herself for not listening to her brother earlier, if she wasn't too busy with almost flying through the rear window.

Everything hurt. She was pretty sure she was bleeding... again.

She felt rather disoriented, laying on her back, on the ceiling of the car's roof. "Fucking ouch" came it, copying Noa's cursing from earlier. Sensing Duncan climbing out of the tipped car, Clementine began to pad herself down, hissing upon touching her cheek, not to mention, that she was pretty sure she had hit her head on something in the car.

Surprisingly, from what she could tell, she had escaped the crash with only minor wounds.

Then a thundering storm of hundreds if not thousands of hail-sounding banging was released upon them yet never hitting them. The only thought that went through Clementine was "shit, shit shit shit," while climbing out, she attempted to get up, cutting her forearm on the glass on the ground.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-men roleplay)

Clementine was a bit surprised she didn't get a lecture from her brother or even just a disappointed look, though the girl didn't show her surprise and kept her poker face. She almost wanted to get angry at both her brothers for making such a quick event of her breaking the law. Then again, she was happy that they could leave, despite having been familiar with the inside of a cell and knowing most of the officers by name, she rather loathed being in a cell.

She's never told anyone but at one point she nearly melted down the holding cell's door from anger against everything, but she didn't. Clementine never knew why she didn't burn everything down like she knew she was capable of. In truth, Clementine seldom uses her powers, because of the times she did use them, it was from her explosive emotions, which in a way scared her

The is something wild and uncontrollable inside of her that is just waiting to claw its way out of her and take control of her.

Nevertheless, the moment they exited the police station, Clementine stopped by the top of the stairs, closed her eyes and released a sigh she didn't know she held in. Raising her face towards the cloudless sky as the bright morning sun's warmth touched her face. Having stayed inside a dark room with no real way to feel the sun on her skin, was as if you had taken away her ability to taste.

Clementine just stood there for a few seconds, bathing in the radiating heat of the sun. Bathing in the sun's light was the closest for Clementine, to be truly at peace, letting the radiation and heat completely engulf her.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes again and for a brief second, instead of her pale blue coloured eyes, bright orange colours radiated, before they faded back to her natural pale blue eyes. Taking her oversized jacket back on, Clementine went down the stairs and joined her siblings and Noa.

With her hands in her pockets, she just waited for one of her siblings to take her home, she needed a path and new clothes, not to mention some food. She was starving. Unlike her brother Duncan, Clementine felt right at home in the big city of New York and didn't share her brother's cautious mind, then again, Clementine had never lived through an assassination attempt.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-men roleplay)

Clementine sat on the mattress in her holding cell, a small orb of fiery plasma twirled in the palm of her hand. The warm glow of the flames cast dancing shadows on the cold, grey walls around her. She was mesmerized by the flickering light, a familiar comfort in the midst of chaos.

Ever since her powers appeared, she had always felt a certain draw to heat, an inexplicable connection that seemed to soothe her restless soul. It was as if the fiery energy resonated with something deep within her, offering solace in moments of uncertainty. Despite the fatigue weighing heavy on her eyelids, Clementine hadn't gotten much sleep, if any at all. For a brief moment, she had nodded off, her mind drifting into a restless slumber. But the sudden arrival of two officers, dragging a yelling and screaming man down the hallway to a holding cell opposite hers, jolted her awake once more.

The commotion echoed through the dimly lit corridor, mingling with the distant sounds of voices and footsteps. Clementine watched in silence as the officers wrestled with their unruly prisoner, the man's protests falling on deaf ears. the man's deranged screaming of blood and murder caused the young redheaded teenager to think back to her own first time she got caught.
She remembered how disappointed her brother Duncan was, while her other brother, Errol only added wood to the fire by defending their little sister's action of breaking one boy's arm and another's nose after they instigated some rather brutal teasing against a 16-year-old Clementine about her social stature and lack of parents.

The problem had been that one of the boy's parents was rather well-connected and wanted to sue, forcing Duncan to pull song strings putting the heat on him.

With the sound of shoes against concrete and a key unlocking her holding cell, Clementine was taken out of her reminiscing, the teenager knew one of her brothers or both, had arrived to pick her up, like a parent with their child after the first of school. The officer who stood in the doorway was an older gentleman and one of the few who every so often tried to offer Clementine help.

Clementine never took the officer's help.

Not because she hated him or anything of the like, she just didn't see the point, he couldn't give her, what she wanted...

"Hey there kiddo, your brothers are here to pick you up" explained the older officer watching Clementine get up from the bed and leave the holding cell.

The walk of shame down the hallways to the door leaving out of the holding cells was an all the well walk. At first, it bothered Clementine, but now it had almost become part of a routine for her. The officer led Clementine through another couple of doors until she found herself face to face with her brother, or a shitty-looking version of her brother, by the looks of it.

Oh, this was not going to be fun, so why not throw a bit of gasoline on, before heated lesions would hit her? "You look like shit" commented Clementine dryly, holding her oversized jacket under her arm with her hands shoved into her pockets. Looking from her oldest brother to Errol, the middle child of the three, a smile appeared despite the minor pain when smiling, as she gave Errol a tight hug. Letting go of her favourite brother, she glanced at Noa, having seen her a couple of times to know that her older brother trusted the woman. For a brief time, the teenager even thought they were banging.

Clementine faced her oldest brother again, "can we leave now?" She asked, crossing her arms.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-men roleplay)

In the heart of the bustling metropolis of New York City, the pulse of urban life beats ceaselessly, echoing through the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. The city that never sleeps thrums with energy, its vibrant spirit alive in every corner, from the iconic glow of Times Square to the tranquil beauty of Central Park. Amidst the cacophony of honking horns and bustling crowds, the skyline of Manhattan rises majestically, a testament to human ambition and ingenuity. The gleaming glass facades of corporate headquarters and the historic charm of brownstone apartments paint a rich tapestry against the backdrop of the cityscape.

Down below, the streets teem with life as diverse as the city itself. Business executives in tailored suits hurry alongside tourists snapping photos of iconic landmarks. Street vendors hawk their wares, filling the air with the aroma of hot pretzels and sizzling street food. Artists and musicians find inspiration on every corner, their creativity adding to the vibrant tapestry of urban life. Yet beneath the surface of this bustling metropolis lies a world of shadows and secrets, where danger lurks in the alleys and hidden corners of the city. In the underbelly of New York, criminal syndicates vie for control, their operations shrouded in darkness as they navigate the murky waters of power and influence.

As the sun sets over the bustling metropolis of New York City, the pulse of urban life takes on a different rhythm, weaving through the streets and alleyways of its diverse neighbourhoods. Beyond the gleaming skyscrapers of Manhattan, the city's lesser-known districts come alive with their own unique charm and character.

In these neighbourhoods, the skyline gives way to a patchwork of two-story, three-story, and four-story buildings, each bearing the marks of its own history and heritage. Here, the streets are narrower, and the sidewalks more intimate, inviting residents and visitors alike to explore the hidden gems tucked away in their midst. Businesses of all kinds line the streets, their facades adorned with colourful signs and bustling with activity. Mom-and-pop shops and family-owned restaurants share space with community centres and local markets, their presence a testament to the resilience and diversity of New York City's neighbourhoods.

As the day transitioned into night, the city took on a new energy, illuminated by the warm glow of streetlights and the neon signs of corner bodegas. The sounds of laughter and conversation spill out from open windows and doorways, blending with the music of passing cars and the occasional roar of a subway train. Amidst the hustle and bustle, residents gather on stoops and fire escapes, sharing stories and swapping tales late into the night. Children play in the streets, their laughter echoing off the brick facades of nearby buildings, while artists and musicians find inspiration in the vibrant energy of the city around them.

Yet even in these eclectic neighbourhoods, shadows linger in the alleyways and hidden corners, a reminder of the city's complex and sometimes tumultuous history. Here, amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life, secrets are whispered and alliances forged, as the city's diverse inhabitants navigate the challenges and opportunities of urban living. Such inhabitant, a girl by the name of Clementine or Clem by her friends, moved unseen by the sleepless city as she walked with her hands in her worn and slightly oversized jacket. If you saw her, you might expect her on her way home, but nothing could be further from the truth. With a hood up, she made her way through the now mostly silent streets of the neighbourhood, only the distant siren and general city noise could be heard in the distance.

A near-full moon filled the sky, casting long shadows, and giving off a sense of spookiness. It didn't take long for Clementine to reach her destination, a corner in the poor part of the city, with many low-income residents.

"Took you long enough Clem?" commented a young man in his twenties. He had thick long dreadlocks, gathered in the back, a pierced lip, nose and eyebrows. He wore a worn grey sleeveless leather jacket on top of a black t-shirt with a few holes by the collar and a pair of skin-tight trousers. Beside him, were two other teenagers, both 17 years of age, turning 18 by the end of the month. One was a girl, dressing much like the young man with dreadlocks, however, she had styled her hair into a sidecut reaching her shoulder with greenish-purple tips.
The last member of the group was dressed more like he had just finished basketball training, adorning a long jersey shirt, baggy pants and tightly styled cornrows.

"Not my fault you guys are living in an even shittier part of the city" counted Clementine with a shrug as the group departed their little meeting corner. "No cap, she got you there Jamar" laughed the teen in the jersey shirt. "Last I checked, that also counted you, Kwamin," said Jamar, giving Kwamin a raised eyebrow.

"Bitch, I ain't embarrassed of my neighbourhood, I'm keeping it real" Kwamin flashed a smile he knew would get on Jamar's nerves.

After a few minutes of bickering back and forth, both men were silenced by Clementine, "Fucking hell, at least blow each other, and make it interesting, than this tired repeating bullshit". Both Jamar and Kwamin were almost dumbfounded by their friend's comment and just made a face of disgust, which earned a good laugh from Lira, the girl with a side cut.

It didn't take long before the group of friends found their way to an empty construction site, locked off for the day. Kneeling by the fence, Jamar placed his backpack in front of him pulling out a wirecutter and proceeded to cut it. Meanwhile, the rest kept watch, making sure they weren't getting caught since this wasn't exactly legal.

Before long, the group found themselves freely walking around the construction site, looking around the place. The construction site had been there for about a month or two and the first couple of white walls had been placed. One could argue, that constructing a white building in this part of the city, would be a very stupid idea, but then again, without stupid people, Clementine and her friends wouldn't get so clean and white canvas'.

One by one, each member of their little group, grabbed a spray can and began to paint all manner of artistic randomness on a wall that probably had cost a lot of money. Sadly, the fun was quickly interrupted when a sharp, loud and authoritarian voice pierced the air from another part of the fence.

"Police!"

In a flash, the group ran, dropping the spray cans and running for the small opening they had made in the fence. Unfortunately for them, the police were waiting for the group the moment they ran out of the small hole in the fence.

They managed to capture Jamar and Lira, but Kwamin and Clementine.

A female officer had grabbed hold of Kwamin and Clementine's jacket, Kwamin forced himself from the officer's grip while Clementine promptly wrestled out of her oversized jacket. Clementine and Kwamin bolted down an alleyway. All they heard was the female officer call, "hey, stop!", but Clementine only flipped them off.

As Clementine and Kwamin sprinted away from the construction site, their heartbeats thundering in their ears, the sound of police sirens filled the air behind them. The flashing lights illuminated the dimly lit streets as they weaved through alleys and dodged obstacles in their path.

The chase intensified as police cars raced after them, their headlights casting long shadows against the buildings lining the narrow streets. Clementine could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, fueling her every stride as she pushed herself to her limits.

Kwamin followed close behind, his breath coming in ragged gasps as they cut through a small park, thinking they escaped the officers. Sadly, once they reappeared on the other side of the park, both Clementine and Kwamin were tackled to the ground rather harshly by two officers. Despite struggling fiercely and yelling some rather colourful curses, both teens were taken down to the station.

~Earlier in the day~

"Hello, Mr. Fraser. Hello, this is the principal of Rowling College, I'm calling because this is the fifth time this month Miss Fraser hasn't shown up to her classes. Yes, I know. No, we weren't able to contact her. I'm afraid if she keeps skipping out on her classes any more, she will be dropped from our college."

~Present day, late at night at the Police station~

"Hello, Mr. Fraser. This is Officer Jones, yes, we have your sister... What she's charged with? Breaking and entering, vandalism, fleeing and eluding an officer and resisting arrest. You too, see you tomorrow."

Clementine was sitting in a holding cell, a rather familiar holding cell. She had a few scratches on her face, after getting tackled to the asphalt. Honestly, it didn't hurt nearly as much, as the first few times she had her struggles with the cops of New York. The holding cell was mostly temporary though and was only there the keep her from running off and causing more vandalism.
Mainly, Clementine was waiting for her brother or brothers to pick her up like they usually did.. Clementine rolled her eyes, knowing she was in for a lesson about all manners of bullshit from her brother Duncan. Touching her scraped lip, she winced, it hurt a bit, even after getting her scrapes cleaned.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-men roleplay)

General
Full name: Clementine Fraser
Age: 18 years
POB (Place of Birth): United States of America
Species: Human (Mutant)
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Scottish-American
Affiliations: Corleone Family
Relatives: Giovanni Corleone (father), Aileen Fraser (mother), Errol Travis Acosta (older half-brother), Duncan Fraser (big-brother)

Physical Description
Hair color and style: Wavy hair that is a bright shade of red. Her hair is thick and has a lot of volume, and it is styled in a way that is both casual and flattering. Her hair is parted in the middle, and it falls in soft waves around her face. She has long, side-swept bangs that frame her eyes. Sometimes she puts her wild mane into a messy bun, but that's mostly when she's home.
Skin Tone: Fair complexion
Eye Color: Pale blue
Height: 5′6″ (1.68 m)
Weight: 110 lbs (49.9 kg)
Build: Lithe
Other features: (Scars/tattoos/piercings, visible mutations, or any other feature. if applicable)
Everyday clothing style: Clementine is usually wearing a black blouse with a white collar and cuffs. The blouse is untucked and slightly wrinkled. She is also wearing a pair of black pants with a belt. The pants are slightly baggy and have a low waist. She is wearing a pair of black boots with heels. The boots are scuffed and worn.
She is also typically wearing a black choker around her neck with a pair of silver earrings and rings.

Biography:
Born into the shadowy underworld of organized crime, Clementine Fraser's life began with tragedy and turmoil. Her birth shrouded in mystery and darkness, claimed the life of her mother, casting a long shadow over her tumultuous upbringing. Clementine's arrival into the world was marred by the loss of her mother, a devastating blow that haunted her father, Giovanni Corleone, which he never really managed to overcome.

From her earliest days, Clementine was burdened with the weight of her father's hatred and blame. Giovanni, a formidable figure in the criminal underworld, saw in his daughter not a blessing, but a curse—the spitting image of the woman he had lost. Reminders of her mother's presence echoed through the corridors of their home, Giovanni's disdain for his daughter a constant presence in Clementine's life.

Despite his animosity towards her, Giovanni saw in Clementine the potential heir to his criminal empire—a legacy left vacant by her oldest brother's departure to the school for the gifted. Duncan Fraser's abandonment was a bitter pill for their father to swallow, his disappointment in his eldest son fueling his determination to mold Clementine into the successor he so desperately desired.

Yet, Giovanni's efforts to groom his daughter were marked by cruelty and indifference. Clementine, bearing the physical resemblance of her late mother, endured his harsh treatment in the hopes of earning even a sliver of his affection. Her world shifted once more when, at the age of seven, she met her second brother, Errol Travis Acosta—a half-sibling taken in by Giovanni at the tender age of thirteen.

With Errol's arrival, Giovanni's focus shifted entirely, his attention consumed by the promise he saw in his newfound protégé. Clementine, once the object of her father's ambitions, was cast aside and forgotten, left to fend for herself in the shadows of her family's legacy.

At sixteen, Giovanni's rejection became final as he cast Clementine out of his home and his life. Alone and adrift, she found an unlikely saviour in Duncan Fraser, her estranged brother, who provided her with a meager lifeline—a modest apartment, sustenance, and a sense of stability amidst the chaos of their fractured family.

Now, as she navigates the treacherous waters of her own identity and the legacy of her family's dark past, Clementine is faced with choices that will define her future. Will she succumb to the shadows that threaten to consume her, or will she rise above the darkness to forge her own path in a world fraught with danger and deceit?

Personality
Clementine Fraser possesses a multifaceted personality shaped by her tumultuous upbringing and the complexities of her family dynamics. Despite society labelling her as a delinquent due to her occasional truancy and involvement in petty crimes, Clementine's inner self reflects a mixture of rebellion, resilience, and a yearning for familial acceptance.

She exudes an aura of defiance, often pushing against societal norms and authority figures, yet beneath this rebellious exterior lies a conflicted soul. Clementine harbours a deep-seated desire for her father's approval and attention, despite his resentment towards her for her mother's death. This longing for validation fuels her actions, leading her to engage in questionable activities in an attempt to win her father's favour. Despite her involvement in petty crimes, Clementine maintains a moral compass, refraining from actions that could cause serious harm to others. She possesses a sense of empathy and compassion, particularly towards her brother Duncan, whom she admires and respects despite their strained familial relationships.

Clementine's personality is characterized by a fierce temper, which is a side effect of her mutant gene. This temperamental nature can cause her to lose control or slip up in her management of her plasma manipulation powers, especially when her emotions run high. The stronger the emotions, the greater the risk of her losing control if she's not careful. Despite her and her brother's strained relationship, Clementine holds a begrudging respect for her brother Duncan even though she might not show it very often. Their interactions are often marked by tension, with Duncan frequently needing to bail out and lecture Clementine for her actions. In response, Clementine pushes back, viewing Duncan as an annoying older brother whose attempts at guidance feel overbearing and intrusive.

Despite their differences, there's an underlying bond between them, born out of shared experiences and familial ties. While Clementine may resent Duncan's attempts to steer her onto a more path from their father, she ultimately values his presence in her life, recognizing his efforts to keep her out of trouble, even if she doesn't always show it. Their relationship is a complex mixture of frustration, loyalty, and begrudging affection, reflecting the nuanced dynamics within their family.

Additionally, Clementine has another brother, Errol, the middle sibling, who despite his distance, formed a somewhat close relationship. She often sees him as the "cool" brother and often asks to join her brother's gang yet receives a no every time because deep down Errol knows she only wants to join out of an attempt to gain their father's attention.

Morality:
Clementine Fraser's morality is complex and heavily influenced by her tumultuous upbringing. Society would categorize her as a delinquent due to her occasional truancy and involvement in petty crimes with her friends. However, beneath this rebellious exterior lies a conflicted soul. Despite lacking a positive father figure in her life and facing her father's resentment for her mother's death, Clementine yearns for his approval and attention, much like her half-brother received when growing up. However, she surprisingly doesn't harbour any ill will towards her brother and often sees him as the "cool" sibling in the family.

Despite her involvement in petty crimes, Clementine's moral compass remains intact. She doesn't harbour ill intentions toward others and refrains from actions that could cause serious harm. Her desire for her father's approval may drive her to engage in questionable activities, but she's not inherently malicious. Deep down, Clementine wrestles with the disparity between her longing for familial acceptance and her innate sense of right and wrong.

In times of trouble, Clementine's big sister, Duncan, plays a crucial yet complicated role in her life. Duncan doesn't particularly like her family, but she still feels a sense of duty towards Clementine, often bailing her out after she gets arrested. This act of sibling support adds a layer of complexity to Clementine's morality, as it underscores the importance of familial obligations amidst the strained relationships within her family.

Clementine's father, Corleone, from her birth, groomed her into becoming his heir to his criminal kingdom, since Clementine's oldest brother left to get away from his family. While Corleone harbours a deep hatred for Clementine (as he sees her as having killed his wife), he still groomed her because he had no one else to take up the mantle as heir. However, his grooming of his daughter Clementine was out of desperation more than an ounce of pride. When Clementine's half-brother came into the picture when she was 7 years old, Corleone was happy to discard his wife's killer (daughter) and pay no attention to her.

Mutations: Plasma Manipulation
Potential Mutant Power Level: Omega
General description: Clementine Fraser possesses the extraordinary ability to manipulate plasma, a superheated state of matter consisting of charged particles, thanks to her mutant gene.

Her plasma manipulation abilities are incredibly versatile, allowing her to generate, control, and project plasma with remarkable precision and power. She can create intense plasma blasts, construct protective barriers, and manipulate the temperature of her surroundings with ease. In correlation to her control over plasma, Clementine's mutant gene gifts her with the remarkable ability to absorb solar radiation. Exposure to sunlight enhances the potency of her abilities, providing her with a renewable source of energy to fuel her plasma manipulation. The intensity of sunlight directly correlates with the strength of her powers, allowing her to reach unbelievable performance under clear skies and direct sunlight.

What sets Clementine apart is her unique capacity to absorb the sun's radiation with potentially no limit. Clementine's mutant gene grants her an almost boundless capacity to draw upon the sun's power. This limitless reserve of energy ensures that she can maintain her plasma manipulation abilities at peak levels indefinitely, regardless of the duration or intensity of her exposure to sunlight.

However, while sunlight amplifies Clementine's abilities, her plasma manipulation remains independent of external factors. Her mutant gene grants her the innate ability to generate and control plasma at will, regardless of environmental conditions. This independence allows her to utilize her powers even in the absence of sunlight.

Limits & Weaknesses:
Emotional Control:
Weakness Description: Emotional Control refers to Clementine's ability to regulate her emotions and maintain focus while utilizing her plasma manipulation abilities. However, strong emotions can destabilize her control over her powers, leading to unintended consequences.
When overwhelmed by intense emotions, Clementine may struggle to control the intensity of her plasma manipulation abilities, resulting in erratic or uncontrollable bursts of plasma energy.

Sun Absorbtion:
Weakness Description: Clementine Fraser's unique capacity to absorb the sun's radiation with potentially no limit, does have a sort of limit, in the sense that her own body has implemented mental blocks, to keep Clementine safe from going nuclear. Without proper guidance and training, Clementine may never learn her full potential and reach her supercharged form or ascended form. Exceeding these limits without proper training can lead to exhaustion or even internal damage causing bleeding from her nose, eyes or ears.

Dusk Deterioration:
Weakness Description: Clementine's powers are intrinsically tied to the sun, drawing strength from its radiant energy. However, in the absence of sunlight or prolonged periods of darkness, her abilities wane, leaving her significantly weakened. If Clementine goes without exposure to sunlight for more than 48 hours, her plasma manipulation becomes increasingly difficult to control, and her powers diminish until she can once again bask in the sun's rejuvenating rays.

Hydro-Disruption:
Weakness Description: Hydro-disruption refers to your character's vulnerability to water-based attacks or environments, which can disrupt or weaken her plasma manipulation abilities.
Exposure to water, particularly in large quantities, can interfere with Clementine's ability to generate and control her plasma effectively. The presence of water molecules in high quantity will disrupt the ionization process necessary for her plasma manipulation, diminishing the intensity or precision of her powers.

Outcasts Assembled (An AU X-men roleplay)

A Wizard's Shadow

Nerissa watched the unfolding chaos with a twisted grin of sadistic delight, her dark eyes twinkled with a malicious glee that sent shivers down the spines of those around her. As Percy attempted to defuse the situation, her voice became almost hissing as she held her wand raised at the four figures.

"What are you doing? Kill them!" she screeched, her words dripping with venom as she gestured emphatically with her wand, her gaze locked onto Percy with an intensity that brooked no argument as multicoloured sparks exploded in the hallway. The two remaining, that Percy hadn't taken on, became more than busy with the dark witch, as she kept them from helping their comrades in battle.

With a frighteningly fast reaction, she flicked her wand with absolute precision, unleashing a barrage of hexes and charms, her movements fluid and precise as she danced amidst the chaos with a manic energy that was both exhilarating and terrifying to behold. Each spell was imbued with a dark laughing crackle, a testament to the sadistic joy she took in the heat of battle.

Nerissa's movement was so incredibly fluid, like water but with an intensity like fire. Her long, jet-black hair whipped around her as she twisted and turned, her form a blur of dark magic and lethal precision. It was as if she were a force of nature unleashed upon the unsuspecting foes, her primal instincts driving her forward with an unstoppable ferocity.

With each spell she cast, the air crackled with dark energy, the very atmosphere around her pulsating with her malevolent power. It was a sight to behold, a dark symphony of chaos and destruction orchestrated by the hand of a masterful witch who revelled in the chaos that had unfolded before her.

And as Percy's desperate plea echoed in her ears, urging her to hold the line against their relentless adversaries, Nerissa's lips curled into a savage grin, her eyes blazing with a whirlwind of a void that would swallow up the light.

With a flick of her wand, she disarmed one of the two she fought and was about to turn her attention to the second, but as Percy crashed into a small trophy cabinet, on the other side of the hallway, Nerissa's focus briefly shifted to the Frenchmen. Their Unbreakable Vow made his survival, her survival as much as she hated that. Seeing Percy thrown harshly into the cabinet, was enough to briefly distract the dark witch. Enough so, that the second opponent took a chance and went for the door to Topsy only to witness a green flash illuminating the entire hallway and Nerissa's face.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Slamming into the door with his shoulder, the killing curse struck true as the now limbless body crashed into the room where Topsy was. The door's hinges had buckled from the weight and partially came loose while the body of a dead man slammed like a ragdoll on the floor.

In a snarl, the one that had been disarmed held his wand again and returned his own killing curse at the dark witch in a fit of rage. "You will pay for that!" he screamed, only to watch Nerissa with a lightning-fast reaction pull a crescent hallway table between her and the killing curse, shattering the table. The only thing he heard was the high-pitched crackling laughter from the dark-haired woman.

Nerissa's grin twisted into a sneer, her dark eyes flashing with manic hatred as her last opponent dared to use the killing curse on her, his Better in every way of the sense. "Tell me where my brother is!" she spat, venom dripping from each syllable like acid. "My brother wouldn't waste his time with mere pawns for this. Where did you meet him?"

Her voice crackled with an unsettling blend of hatred and twisted pride, a testament to the complex web of emotions that bound her to her treacherous sibling. "How pathetic, did my dear brother really think you were enough to kill me. ME?!" she continued, her tone laced with bitter resentment. "Let me guess, you were happy to spill your blood if it meant earning his favour."

With a flick of her wand, she unleashed another curse at the downed but still moving man. Her movements were fueled by a potent mixture of fury and determination. "But he underestimates me," she hissed. "I may be trapped in this wretched bond, but I will not be defeated so easily. Not by him. And not by his fucking lapdogs!" Nerissa's high-pitched manic voice pierced the air, her wild eyes ablaze with fury as she screeched a curse:

"CRUCIO!"

In the temporary respite provided by Percy's charm, the corridor echoed with the agonized cries of the helpless man, whose only recourse was to writhe in torment. Nerissa's hatred burned brighter than ever, a consuming fire that fueled her every action in pursuit of her brother.

Her piercing dark eyes had turned almost black as she walked with fastened steps over to where the man was lying and kicked the man's wand away. She kneeled in a flash, grabbing the man harshly, and digging her nails into his cheeks as she dropped her curse over the man.

"Does my dear brother think, this was enough to kill me, HUH?!" She screeched, not even giving the man a chance to respond. "CRUCIO!" She screamed again, letting go of the man's face with her hand, just to watch the little lapdog's pained screams silence her own deafening voices clawing inside her mind.

"WHERE IS MY BROTHER HIDING, YOU FILTH!"

A Wizard's Shadow

Nerissa opened her mouth, ready to retort with her trademark sharp wit. Still, when Percy mentioned they would uncover information about her treacherous brother, she let out an exaggerated sigh and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms in a sulky manner. "Ugh, fine, you're no fun," she muttered under her breath, clearly displeased.

She rolled her eyes dramatically at Percy's refusal to use the Imperius Curse. "Percy, such a killjoy," she remarked in a tone that conveyed both disappointment and frustration, her eye-roll a perfect display of her impatience with his principles.

As Percy scanned the crowd, Nerissa seemed utterly disinterested in the mundane antics of the other patrons. She sat in a bored slouch, occasionally glancing at her perfectly manicured nails as if they held more fascination than the show. When Percy mentioned the group of four, she shrugged nonchalantly. "Acquaintances? Hardly. But it seems we might have some uninvited guests for our evening's entertainment," she remarked with a sly smirk.

When Topsy's gaze met theirs, Nerissa responded with a sly smile, leaning back in her chair in a relaxed, almost nonchalant manner. She blew Topsy a kiss with her sly smile and purred, her dark eyes glittering with mischief.

As the grand finale approached and the applause erupted, Nerissa reclined in her chair, her posture exuding boredom. With one leg casually crossed over the other, she leisurely extended her fingers, their tips gently and meticulously cleaning beneath her manicured black-coloured nails. She seemed utterly unimpressed by the theatrics unfolding on the stage as if the performance were nothing more than a mudblood distraction.

When Percy handed her the invitation, she spared it a disinterested glance, her dark eyes flitting across the words with an air of indifference. The prospect of visiting the backstage world held little allure for her at the moment, overshadowed only because the woman backstage held information about her brother's operation.

Nerissa locked eyes with the bunny girl, her own gaze steady and unyielding. In response to the woman's piercing stare, her arched eyebrow gave a hint of subtle amusement. A condescending smile danced upon her lips as she prepared her retort.

"My, my," she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, "that icy glare of yours is positively enchanting. I suppose it's useful for chilling drinks," she mused, her tone filled with feigned admiration, "but I do hope you don't turn the entire theatre into a frozen wasteland with your frigid attitude."

With a dismissive wave, she added, "Ta-ta, mudblood."

While her words carried the veneer of mockingly sweet sarcasm, her eyes told a different story. They had transformed into dangerous, bottomless pools of black, exuding a predatory intensity that pierced through the air like a dagger.

Nerissa's predatory stare remained unwavering, trailing the bunny girl's every move until the woman almost seemed to vanish into the very scenery of the theatre itself.

As Percy handed her the wand, Nerissa's reaction was far from casual. She accepted it with a sense of eagerness that bordered on greed. Her long, delicate fingers wrapped around the wand's sleek, polished surface, caressing it with an almost primal hunger.

To Nerissa, her wand wasn't merely a tool; it was an extension of herself, a lifeline to the magical world that had been cruelly snatched away during her years in the nightmarish confines of Azkaban. As her fingers traced the familiar contours, she could feel a connection rekindling, a long-lost part of her identity returning.

The dark glint in her eyes, which typically carried a sense of sinister intent and malevolent superiority, now hinted at the profound depths of her attachment to this instrument of her magic. It was as though a missing piece of her soul had been restored. For a fleeting moment, a rare vulnerability surfaced beneath her cold aristocratic exterior, but it vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared."

When Percy's words reached her, a condescending smile played on her lips. She nodded slowly, the corners of her mouth curling into a sly yet confident smile. "Of course, Perceval," she replied with a purring tone, her honey-brown dark eyes locking onto his in a way that left him uncertain of her true intentions. With a flirtatious tilt of her head and a sway of her hips, she leaned in slightly, her finger lightly stroking under Percy's chin before she smoothly skipped past him, heading backstage to Miss Thompson, leaving him to wonder just how far she'd bend to his requested desires.