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| Topic Started: Aug 4 2010, 09:54 PM (249 Views) | |
| Cessily Kincaid | Aug 4 2010, 08:42 PM Post #1 |
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[align=center]![]() ![]() Mercury Cessily Kincaid[/align] The Girl : : Up until she hit the age of puberty, Cessily lived....well...pretty much a perfect life. Her father was a hard working Irish man who put his blood, sweat, and tears into making something of himself within his company. Her mother was the doting type who scrap-booked with the bookclub girls just before baking a lovely little batch of cookies for with Papi came home.It was loving a family as loving could be. In school, Cessily was never short of friends or adoring boys. However, she put most of her energy into becoming a star cheerleader at her high school, a task at which she truly excelled. When she turned sixteen her powers manifested. To sum them up, Cessily permanently became a non-organic metallic form that can bend and manipulate itself at will. And, well, that was the day her parents decided she was as good as dead to them. Cessily hates her parents for abandoning her more than any other thing or person on the face of the planet. Her pent up anger aside, Cessily is a pure hoot to be around. Every step she takes is lined with an easy-going yet obvious confidence. She has no problem striking up conversation with perfect strangers. And to her public speaking is an absolute thrill. Throw a challenge at Cessily and the thought of backing down wont even cross her mind. Especially when that task involves a rival. It may sound strange but Cessily loves some good competition. Of course in the end she will win even if it means dueling it out in the battle field. But the time between meeting and beating is extremely beneficial to her. It keeps her abilities in peak form...keeps her on her toes. More than rivals, Cessily loves friends. She is an absolute one hundred percent social butterfly. Unfortunately, most of the students about only have the privilege to be really good acquaintances or mediocre friends. Best friend status is reserved for those gals and guys with serious gut like herself. However, there is one thing that can send this self assured girl quivering away in embarrassment: crushes. Needs : : Since I'm a new player here, Cessily is up for just about any plots/threadage you guys can think of.....though keep in mind that Cessily has absolutely zero intention of ever changing her faction. She looks up to the Xmen greatly and dreams of making it big within the team. And she isn't one for getting along with the more evil side of the mutant world. In a situation like that her training would kick in and Cessily would want to throw some punches. But, for the most part, Cessily has no automatic hate for anyone in one of the more neutral factions. Side Note : : I realize that there have been several other Cessily/Mercury players on this board in the past, and that at least one had a pretty strong network of relationships. If any of the past Cessily's friends, enemies, lover, whatever want to re-vive old relationships with my charrie, just let me know. I'll be totally up for it it if fits with my idea of who Cess is. Relationships : : Coming soon |
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| Giant | Aug 4 2010, 09:54 PM Post #2 |
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August 1st, 2010 1:00 pm ---------------------- Max ran a hand through his hair as he walked out of the Mansion's rear entrance. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon; the sun was shining, barely a cloud in the sky, and the temperature was comfortable, not to hot nor humid. Perfect time for a think down by the lake. As much as he enjoyed being up and about, one of Max's favorite past times was simply thinking down by the lake. It was calming. He'd think about anything and everything, basking in the sunlight as the soft sound of the lake water rippling against the shore filled his ears. It reminded him of Lost Lake, a place he used to go camping when he was seven or eight years old. Back when Mom was alive, Dad was sober and sane, and Max wasn't a mutant. Good times. Waving to a few students that were playing basketball, Max was glad he'd decided to wear his favorite shirt: a simple, short sleeve, white button up shirt. It wasn't fancy or anything, but it was the only one of the kind he had. Clothing woven with unstable molecules is hard to come by, plus the heat was a bit more then Max had expected. The button-up, with no t-shirt under it, was perfect along with his board shorts. Max wasn't wearing shoes. They'd be too hot, and Max didn't own any sandals. As he reached the end of the pathway, Max turned to head towards his favorite thinking spot: the boathouse roof. Not many people in the Mansion could reach the top of the boathouse roof, so Max always. had it to himself Very relaxing. However, today was different. In a good way. Upon climbing to the boathouse roof, Max discovered he wasn't alone. Cessily Kincaid, also known as Mercury, was apparently sunbathing on the roof. Normally, Max would have been a bit disappointed, but Cessily was a good friend of Max's. She was confident. He liked that. She was also very friendly and was fun to talk to. Things Max exactly...wasn't...all the time. However, the fact that Cessily of all people was sunbathing was beyond him. Maybe she wanted to feel human? Max couldn't blame her for that. A lot of students did things they didn't need to, to feel human. It was natural. "Oh, hey Cess." Max nodded to the silver-skinned girl as he climbed up. Still staying 10' tall (he didn't usually bother to shrink if he didn't need to), Max nodded and smiled, laying down on his back to Cessily's right. "Good spot isn't it?" |
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| Jeb Guthrie | Aug 4 2010, 09:57 PM Post #3 |
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If you want to do a thread with an overly energetic Guthrie sibling, I'm open for anything. Just drop me a PM. |
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| Giant | Aug 4 2010, 10:11 PM Post #4 |
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Just don't shock her Jeb ;) Already started a thread with you, and from what I'm gathering, should be very fun. :D Welcome to XMR |
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| Elixir | Aug 5 2010, 01:15 AM Post #5 |
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Cessily and I have a bit of a history. We met around three years ago this thanksgiving and did a whole dancing around each other for a good long while and I think it kind of turned into a thing. A relationship thing. About the time Josh was retrieved from the moon was the time that our last Cessily player left and when Josh revived from his coma to discover he was black, we had no Cessily. Lemme know if you want to do something with this or if you want to just let it lie. |
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| Old Kitty Pryde | Aug 5 2010, 01:52 AM Post #6 |
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We also have a semi sort of Hellions idea going and Cess would be most welcome on Emma's team if you were interested. |
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| Anne Lee | Aug 5 2010, 04:44 PM Post #7 |
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Still would like the 'Anne Lee sees Cessily as a mentor' to be. PM'ed you already but this is more a note to myself to remember to plan a future thread. Anne Lee is currently in trouble for WwX but I don't want to forget possible future threads while focusing on the plot. Lookin' forward to having a thread with Cessily and Anne Lee. |
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| Cessily Kincaid | Aug 5 2010, 05:23 PM Post #8 |
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It was strange. One hundred percent, no-question-about-it, strange. Trying to deny it was like keeping the white elephant stomping about in the corner of the room a hush-hush situation. Sure, it was one thing to come across a young eighteen-year-old girl wasting away her slowly paced afternoon underneath the blaze of the sun. Sprawled out across a white beach towel. Bottle of hydrating water nearby. Very little to no, depending on the person, clothing to avoid those rather tacky tan lines. Again, nothing wrong with a little scenario like that. Unless, of course, said teenage girl was a mutant like Cessily…entirely comprised of a slightly shimmering silver metallic substance. That was where it all went downhill and took a turn for the strange. Why in the world would a silver being be out sunbathing? It wasn’t like she had any dreams of catching a little tan. And the fact that she was alone made it fairly obvious that she wasn’t putting up with the heat for the sake of some social activity. Cessily knew that questions like these would fill the mind of countless students who happened to walk by her personal tanning area. And she couldn’t very well relax if all of those students felt like poking and prodding the answers out of her. So she took her party to the roof of the nearby boathouse. Tada, the problem was solved. She could soak up the rays of the sun in absolute peace. And enjoy one excellent view. As was to be expected, Cessily’s outfit for this particular occasion didn’t involve much material. If she was going to pretend to work up a tan, god damn it she was going to do it in the right attire; a bathing suit. The trunks were your typical teal bikini cut with strings tied into bows on either hip. The top, also teal, was also your normal V-cut suit style, but made just a little cuter. Cessily thought it was fun because the top half was decorated with a pattern of beads. She also liked how the top’s strings tied into a bow at the back of her neck. Yeah, it’s the simple things in life isn’t it? Next to her in a puddle on the ground lied a dark cream playsuit so Cessily could cover up her silver body as she made her way to and from the privacy of her dorm room. It wasn’t that she minded showing off some skin. Hell, she had been stuck totally naked more times than she liked to count. But she was well aware that sometimes her lack of modesty occasionally made other students feel uncomfortable. So cover up with a playsuit it was. In order to lie flat without having to mess with any additional hardware Cessily let her deep red hair simply flow free. It was slightly curled at the ends on this particular day. Well, maybe this particular minute. She could change it anytime she saw fit to. The minutes passed in the same fashion: Cessily in utter silence either looking up at the amazingly clear sky or down at the reflections of the lake. Her ears picking up the playful yelps of the other students prancing around the lake. Her mind as empty and clear as she could possibly make it. And her heart…not thumping a single beat. As human as Cessily tried to be, it was always her heart that seemed to take delight in reminding her of the twisted card life had dealt. She could shove as many fat cheeseburgers in her mouth as she pleased, huff and puff all the air that surrounded her, even electrocute herself to feel pain and yet the cavity in her chest never once made a thud. Half of Cessily wondered if there was even a physical heart in her anymore. Or any internal organ for that matter. For all she knew they had all been replaced by some strange metal goo. She wasn’t human. She could never be human. Her hands began to curl into fists against her sides. All the sunbathing in the world couldn’t bring back her lovely cream skin. Her jaw tightened. No! No, no, no, no, no. Cessily, she thought, you are not going to start with this again. Immediately she let all the muscles in her body relax once again. She had spent far too many hours wrapped in doom and gloom over what her mutation had done to her. She needed to embrace it. But, like so many things in life, that seemed easier said than done. Then suddenly, taking Cessily by complete and utter surprise, her savior appeared. At first she had no idea who the tuffs of brown hair belonged to. All she knew was that someone was here to take her away from her troublesome thoughts. Though half an hour ago all she wanted was some privacy, now she was craving the company of another. In no time the pile of hair grew a face, then a pair of shoulders, and before Cessily knew it she was looking at a ten foot boy casually climbing onto the roof of the boathouse. Max! It was Max. Even if he was turned around and she couldn’t look up into his grey eyes Cessily would have known it was the boy mutant. Who else around here strutted about and climbed onto buildings while ten feet tall? As he nodded Cessily lifted her hand to wave. Across her face was an obvious silver smile. She liked to think of Max as a good friend. I mean, could you practically live with someone for two years and not be friends? Of course it was more than just living arrangements. Cessily just liked him as a person. He was just as stubborn as she was. And competitive too. Really all he had to do was break out of that little shy cocoon he seemed to carry around and he would be able to keep up with the best of them. And, though she would never admit it to him, Cessily liked to think that it was her little mission to be the person that would break that shell. “Heya there Max! Never expected to anyone up here in a million years. Come to work up a sexy little tan with myself? I think the girls would just love it on you. Though I must admit your choice of a sunbathing outfit might land you with some troublesome tan lines.” |
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| Giant | Aug 5 2010, 05:41 PM Post #9 |
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Max laughed, his now deepened voice echoing slightly across the lake. He was in a good mood and it showed. "I don't know about that Cess. Us farm boys are used to funky tan lines." Unbuttoning the giant buttons on his shirt, Max shrugged it off and folded it neatly beside him. His skin was actually quite tan already. One of the few benefits of growing up on an orchard was that your body was forced to tan well. If it didn't? Well, have fun with the sunburns everyday. "I didn't expect anyone up here either. Most people don't even bother climbing up here. Not that I'm complaining of the present company." Max grinned, quickly giving Cessily the look-over. Living around mutants, one started to see past the mutations. Heck, one even started to appreciate them. Cessily's sleek silver body was indeed unique and... other things... But that was beside the point. Max let out a relaxing sigh as he looked out over the lake. He wasn't sure if Cessily wanted peace and quiet or... wait, this was Cessily. Nevermind. "I come here just to take in the sights." Max kept a straight face with that one. "Reminds me of better times. Surprised I don't see you up here more often." |
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| Cessily Kincaid | Aug 5 2010, 06:43 PM Post #10 |
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I'm about to send PMs to you lot of lovely people. And Max, hope you liked my reply to our little thread ^-^ Anne, I'm defo looking forward to our plot. |
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| Cessily Kincaid | Aug 6 2010, 05:14 PM Post #11 |
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Cessily peaked over Max’s shoulder as his laugh stretched out over the lake. She couldn’t help but smile a little bigger as the tiny heads of distant students bobbled this way and that in confusion. She would be concerned too if such a deep chuckle had resonated out of, what they though was, thin air. Amusement time over, Cessily returned to her sunbathing position as Max began to talk. She let out a half laugh half scoff at his remark. Only because she knew it was true and there was little room for a sarcastic or witty reply. After all everyone knew the horrific term ‘farmers tan’. Cessily folded her silver arms behind her head and glanced over at her friend. Her undressing friend. Immediately she snapped her gaze back to the open blue sky. Of course it wasn’t out of modesty. She was plenty more naked than he. Cessily just wasn’t in the mood to look at his tan skin. The very though made her want to pummel someone. Where was her tan? Where was her lovely browned skin? So not fair, world, not fair at all. “I didn’t expect anyone up here either. Most people don’t even bother climbing up here. Not that I’m complaining of the present company.” She lifted one her eyebrows at him and said in an incredibly sarcastic tone, “Yeah, that’s right you aren’t complaining. Everyone wants a chance to sunbath with the infamously tan Cessily after all. There’s actually a waiting list, but since you’re my friend I won’t tell anyone you butted in line,” then in a more serious tone, "Don't worry, I'm not complaining that you're here either. Glad to have the company." Her eyes drifted back to her companion. She tried her hardest to simply look at his face and not get all worked up over the tone of his skin. It wasn’t very often you thought of a girl being jealous over a boy’s complexion was it? Then again he had interrupted her I hate the world mental rampage. As she looked up at him it only just occurred to Cessily how far ‘looking up’ really was. Max was still perfectly giant. And she didn’t really give a hoot. Two years ago and she probably would have freaked out at the boy. Or at least asked him to shrink back to your average human’s height. But now his mutation seemed almost normal. Hell, it was a gift compared to some of the physical mutations she had come across these past few years. Plus she liked the company of giant Max. It was like having a giant puppy to protect you, or a teddy bear to cuddle with. Not that she was going to need either. But maybe there was a girl out there for him that did. ”…Surprised I don’t see you up here more often.” “Well usually about this time I should be at training. I think this is like the second session I’ve ever missed. But I knew it would be pointless today. I just randomly decided to come up here because it was out of the public eye really,” she paused a moment. There was no need to tell dear Max why some good ole training would ‘be pointless today’. He didn’t need to know about all her little emotions bouncing around in the metal heart of hers. Didn’t need to know that she was having one of those days where every little thing seemed to bellow out just how mutated she really was. Though these thoughts never seems to completely disappear, Cessily had gotten pretty skilled at pushing them to the back corners of her conscience thoughts. Nine and a half days out of ten she didn’t even concern herself with her pent up angst. That was why she was able to train for at least three hours every day. During those times gaining control of her metal body wasn’t just necessary, it was a thrill. She had even jumped up and down the first time she got a metal spike to stick out of her arm. So yeah, Cessily was perfectly able to embrace her mutation most of the time. But everyone has those days where they slip up. And poor Max had chosen one of those. Still, Cessily was going to act as chipper as ever. All she had to do was keep her mind distracted and then she really was in her usual jolly mood. “What do you mean it reminds you of better times? You have a lake like that back home? Or your classmates were adorable little mutants prancing around while you watched like a creep from above?” |
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| Giant | Aug 6 2010, 06:39 PM Post #12 |
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--- “Well usually about this time I should be at training. I think this is like the second session I’ve ever missed. But I knew it would be pointless today. I just randomly decided to come up here because it was out of the public eye really." Max nodded understandingly. He could tell Cessily was hiding something. She was one of the best mutants in the Mansion when it came to things like that, always showing acceptance and contempt on the outside while raging against your own machine inside. Cessily said training "would be pointless." Max knew that to be code for her having bad day. For the two years Max had known Cessily, he'd sen her competitive drive. No way was she going to miss out on something like a training session unless something was upsetting her. Now came the dilemma: ask Cessily what's wrong and risk making this worse, or do nothing and just watch as her inner gears grind themselves up. --- “What do you mean it reminds you of better times? You have a lake like that back home? Or your classmates were adorable little mutants prancing around while you watched like a creep from above?” Max decided to let the hard decision wait a few minutes and answered Cessily's question instead. "Ha. I'm not a creeper, but when you're a Giant everyone around here are little mutants," Max gave her a quick wink. "and yes, I did have a lake like this back home. You're from Portland... did you ever go down to Lost Lake? It's a pretty obscure spot, so I won't be surprised if you haven't. Anyway... it was nice." Max looked back out over the lake, the edges of his lips curling upward. A gentle breeze picked up, and Max had to brush a few locks of brown hair out of his eyes. He let out a sigh. He had to ask. "Anything you want to talk about Cess? You don't have to tell me the truth." Max said in a rather blunt, serious tone. His gray eyes tried their best not to look dull. Hard job for them really, but the few flecks of blue Max got from his mother went into overtime anyway. |
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