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The Uncanny X-Men: The Next Evolution

I'm a man of the people.

The Uncanny X-Men: The Next Evolution

I'm aware I haven't posted. I don't think the IC needs another "The alarm goes off and I respond to it in a way that puts across the bare-bone basics of my character's personality. I get dressed in an outfit that represents me through colour and style, and then I go and eat, exchanging banal small-talk with other characters while waiting for the first GM post that will give us an objective" post. So I was making sure I was correctly up to speed, and planning my first IC post accordingly.

The Uncanny X-Men: The Next Evolution

Just so I know I'm in the right place; everyone's had their 'my alarm went off so I got dressed and went to the obligatory first-day-of-term breakfast' post, with various food-related hijinks occurring, and the students are soon to head off for their first Danger Room sessions of the term.

Yeah?

If this is the case I may have Penelope skip the breakfast scene and meet the other students at the Danger Room. She's a rough-and-tumble gal anyway.

The Uncanny X-Men: The Next Evolution

Nice.

In that case, anyone wanna be roomies?

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Y'know that serves my purpose even better.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Wait, there’s a timeline for our issues? I thought we were being really loose with that?

@Gowi

I've posted 4 times and gone through about 18 hours worth of in-universe time for Daredevil? Meanwhile Killer Moth has come and gone, Batman's through at least one 24 hours period nearly, Supes is through a fortnight and counting...

Shit's screwed up. But until we get character interaction, there's no reason these guys can't have their stories progressing at their own pace. God knows I can't keep up with you loonies.

Also, I realise this is a late reply to an old OOC post, but I think that kind of makes the whole discussion that little bit sweeter. It's like the opposite of irony.

The Uncanny X-Men: The Next Evolution

Have we got a list of who rooms with who? Penelope could use a bunk-mate so she can have at least one friend.

EDIT: Also, this -

Ryan Lebeau
Penelope Boyle
Crimson Creed
Daniel Green

- is the Danger Room Team Penelope is lumped into; is this new, or have these teams been around for a while? My relationship sheet will change depending on that.

The Uncanny X-Men: The Next Evolution

| BIRTHNAME: |

Penelope Boyle

| NICKNAME(S): |

'Penny Dreadful'

| ALIAS(ES): |

Viscera

| SEX: |

Female

| AGE: |

17

| APPEARANCE: |

As above. Her hair is naturally a deep orange, though she dyes it to a richer reddish colour that she finds a tad more bearable. She dresses very casually, mostly jeans with baggy tops and jackets.

| ABILITIES: |

Biokinesis - Penelope wields a low-level but potent form of biological manipulation - the complete control of her own biological matter, makeup and shape. Using this, she is able to change her biology rapidly and at will. Though she still has a lot to learn to wield her abilities to the fullest extent, she is still capable with the transformations she has managed thus-far, which include sprouting talons and spikes from her hands, spliting her face from the corners of her mouth into a fanged maw, and erupting barbs of bone from her skin.

The extent of Penelope's biokinesis is dependent on the available body mass to manipulate. The mutations mentioned above are 'low-resource' and easy to achieve - but she is yet to accomplish anything along the lines of extra limbs, tentacles, or greater eruptions of bone and/or muscle. Additionally, her powers are yet to afford her any durability or physical enhancements beyond her 'accessories'.

| BIOGRAPHY: |

• Born to a loving, if conservative, mother and father in small town Massachusetts, Penelope lead a smiple childhood, with no sisters but many cousins, and a forced sense of community with the town. She was happy, if stifled, and generally enjoyed good weather, large social circles, and education - though she felt great shame at the state's sordid history with the red frenxy of the withc hunts.
• Penelope's X-Gene first became active at 14, when, during dinner one Thursday, Penelope sprouted three extra eyes on her forehead and cheeks, frightening her parents with her new appearance and frightening Penelope with the sudden new vision. Dinner was cancelled as she lost the eyes and gained her first experience of the polarised public view on mutants: her mother cast all doubt aside, immediately accepting Penelope for what she had always been born to be - her father called her and her mother a variety of disgusting slurs, and left.
• Penelope kept her powers hidden as much she could; she worked hard on consciously suppressing the transformations, and wore long, baggy clothing to help hide the times she couldn't. However, over the years, it seemed that suppressing her abilities were only aggravating them, as her 'accessories' became grander and more frequent. Eventually, her mother couldn't bare the thought of Penelope's safety at home being compromised any longer. Penelope packed, and took the first bus to Xavier's on the dawn of her 17th birthday. She's been there since.

| MISC. NOTES: |

Probably Monster these days. The yellow one.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Speak of the Devil...

In all seriousness, this is part 1 of what will be pretty much 1 post split into a trilogy. I'm tired, it's late, and it'd be a long-ass post if I hit it in one go, plus this is god-knows how many days after I said 'Hey I'll be posting today'. So this is part one, part two will, with a bit of luck, be tomorrow, as it's shorter than part 1, and then part 3 may come Tuesday or Wednesday as that'll be a big one to get down to paper. Thank you for your patience! I don't ever post IC or OOC but trust me, I'm still here!

Also I'm watching Daredevil Season 2 and I'm only on Episode 3 so as the Daredevil player let's be careful with spoilers!
I'm really loving Frank so far though! Not sure he should talk as much as he does...

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

Clouds hung low in the sky, the sun a white shine through pale, tumultuous grays as it lit up the world for wakeful eyes to stumble their way through. Matthew saw nothing of white or grey or black - only the licking auburn that formed the fire of his world. He followed the bouncing rays of sound and the smell of sea air. The market had an 'out-back', a loading yard - an in and out for the sellers, the stall-runners. Matthew had gone there first, arriving at ten-to-one - but her perfume wasn't there, and neither was his swordfish. He'd picked up the trail pretty quick though, and had been following it at a leisurely pace ever since. He pressed a small button on the side of his watch. "Thirteen-oh-seven." Good. It would be better if he turned up unexpected.

Unexpected would have been the polite term. Matthew's target - the arms-sometimes-fish dealer - was alerted as he rounded a corner by a gruff, male voice, with a slight tone of incredulity and a heavier tone of a particular...thickness. Certainly not the most charming of hired goons. Matt put on his best naive smile.

"I came to meet you for my earlier purchase at the market but I think I may have been a little late?" He said, stepping forward with his stick tucked under his arm, other arm extended for a handshake. "I was advised you had already packed up. Really itching to get out of the city, huh?"
The dealer gave him a long stare, little warmth in her gaze. She had hoped to fleece the guy out of his cash - honestly, what kinda chump pays in advance - and get out to her pickup on the other side of the city. And she'd gotten word that he had lined up a special task for her. Having some blind moron with an idiotic smile come waltzing around the corner...

"I told you, I gotta get outta the city by two. You don't get the fancier fish on damn trout farms, you gotta get out on the boat if you want a good cut. I ain't got time to wait around for some chump who fancies himself some Stevie Ramsay." She gestured to one of the men that was loading up the truck, and pointed at a container; he hefted it and brought it over, setting it at Matthew's feet. Matthew smiled and thanked him, bending at the knees to squat comfortably beside it and unclip the lid.
"What, inspecting?" The dealer asked, a smug chuckle playing on her words as she nudged the man standing behind her, shaking her head slightly.
"I may be blind, but I'm not anosmic." Murdock responded, too quick to catch himself.
"What, you can smell that it's what you paid for? How about I take it away if you don't trust I'm giving you the right product?"
"My apologies. You'd be surprised how the brain compensates with the other four. It's wonderful. And here -" he retrieved his wallet from his jacket pocket, opening it up and fishing out a few more crisp notes - "a tip. Ostensibly for the cuts, but also to say sorry for the insult. I didn't mean to cast any criticism."

The dealer walked towards him, reaching out the take the money. She stared at Matthew as she stuffed the bills into her shirt pocket, feeling like they were locking gazes despite his tinted glasses, or his blindness.
"Have you nearly finished loading up?" Matthew asked, trying to dispel the tension. "You sound like you're in a hurry. Important appointment?"
The dealer frowned. "I told you. Out of the city by two. On the boat. Catching more fish. Come back here to sell it. You not believe me?"
"Not at all. Just making light conversation. You know which way you're headed? Best way out toward the coast is-"
"I know. Which damn way. I'm going. Who do you think I am? Who do you think you are?"
Matthew smiled. "I just came to get my fish."
"You got it. Now get goin'. Don't need to be tripping over your ass while my boys are loading up."
Matthew picked up the crate, hoisting it under one arm as he put his stick back in the other hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I hope to see you again."

He left the dealer to her business - certainly not catching fish. He returned the container to the taxi he had left waiting, and then left it waiting a bit longer as he made his way back, careful to remain quiet and unseen, taking a different, slightly longer route. He quickly found himself at a different corner, hidden from view, listening to the dealer and her men load up the remaining crates. Some of them, he could tell as they were lifted, were filled with ice and fish - the others, foam, encasing weapons and tactical equipment. He memorized voice patterns, speech inflections; and when the truck was started up, shifting into gear as it slowly rumbled to life and the wheels gripped the tarmac to take it away from the docks, he memorized that too. Voices, perfume, sea-salt and a truck's engine. It was thin, he mused as he made his way back to the cab, thin as all the clean cops spread over Hell's Kitchen. But it would do for the Devil. He would find her this evening, one way or another. And he'd find out what she knew about...him.