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Chakraborty, Divya; Shakti
Topic Started: Jul 17 2013, 09:12 PM (637 Views)
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BASIC INFORMATION

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original
AFFILIATION: X-Investigations

FULL NAME: Divya Nalini Chakraborty
CODENAME: Shakti
NICKNAMES: None

CURRENT AGE: 26
DATE OF BIRTH: March 20th, 1987
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BASE OF OPERATIONS: Mutant Town
TIME AT INSTITUTE: N/A
REGISTERED WITH SHIELD? No
HOMETOWN: Calcutta, Bengal
KNOWN RELATIVES:

  • Father – Ram Chakraborty
  • Mother – Piyali Chakraborty; deceased
  • Uncle – Mahendra Chakraborty; deceased
  • Aunt – Nandini Chakraborty; deceased
  • Cousin – Amrita Chakraborty
  • Cousin – Indrajit Chakraborty
  • Cousin – Tarun Chakraborty
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5’9”
BUILD: Perhaps best described as “leggy,” she adheres to a strict exercise regime while still maintaining a slender figure. While a muscular body is a definite asset, overdoing it is an aesthetic mistake. Her weight should ideally never exceed one-hundred thirty pounds and a diet has been utilized to make it a reality.
EYES: Brown
HAIR: A dark brown that stretches into black
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Nothing major; the few scars decorating her are concealed by clothing.
CLOTHING STYLE: Giving preference to comfort and practicality, she has created and modified her wardrobe to represent this. Sweatpants recently became a favorite, along with t-shirts and tank tops, although a pair of denim jeans are always welcomed. Really, it all depends on what’s grabbed first. Hidden in the back are several traditional, charred saris that are never worn nor touched. Instead, they hold sentimental value—all belonged to her mother. There are also several sets of jewellery and an anklet recovered from the stampede. Anyone who dares to look, touch or ask will be perceived as a threat.
UNIFORM: N/A

POWERS

GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
Energy Projection
Stored within Divya’s mind is a pool of raw and unshaped energy—it lacks an official description, arriving somewhere between kinetic and psionic. She calls it shakti and is capable of projecting it outwards; unlike other mutants, however, Divya cannot generate energy blasts or force fields or anything akin to the stereotypical energy manipulator. It has neither shape nor form but decreases and increases in mass, allowing her to affect targets both small and large. Due to its unusual nature Divya’s energy interacts physically and mentally, and therefore the effects achievable are twofold: she can move objects in a manner akin to telekinesis--she cannot lift or levitate but rather achieves movement through pushing--and disrupt neural activity. With organisms—in particular, humans and other mutants—the potency is determined by the energy’s mass. When decreased, they experience a push and symptoms imitating dementia; an increase results in the target being thrown and potentially rendered comatose, either permanently or temporarily.

In moments of extreme stress, Divya’s shakti involuntarily projects itself and takes a corporeal form. Resembling the ten-armed goddess Kali it acts as a protector of sorts, exterminating anything perceived as a threat by Divya. The energy composing this construct allows for simple energy manipulation—it can direct bolts of shakti at targets or project paralyzing waves of energy. In conjunction, her projection possesses increased physical attributes; it demonstrates durability and the strength necessary to lift eight or nine tons with each arm. While not surprisingly agile or fast, Kali can reach a speed of fifteen miles per hour. Her sheer size, though, takes up massive amounts of space and therefore solves most situations. Divya’s creation will not cease its rampage until all potential threats have been dealt with; anyone who enters the vicinity, friend or foe, will not be spared.

It is possible she will achieve projections aside from Kali. Doing so would require further practice and training and conscious control. Manifesting the progression, however, is a separate matter--equally possible is a chance of never reaching her potential and therefore utilizing only Kali.

WEAKNESS:
Divya lacks actual control over her mutation. She cannot direct the path of an object or manipulate the neurocognitive disruption; she is simply an initiator. As such, her intentions may not materialize as planned—for example, inducing dementia can have an unintentional increase or decrease in duration, or may even fail in truly disrupting her opponent. Ideally, though, the effects provide neutralization for several minutes. She also requires the use of her hands to successfully project her energy. Should they suffer injury or be restrained, projection is impossible; whether this limitation can be remedied has yet to be determined, as does the issue of control.

Larger targets bring issues of energy output. Migraines and nausea and nosebleeds are common when confronting anything over seventy kilograms (approximately one-hundred fifty pounds); inflicting damage surpassing symptoms of dementia will leave Divya drained both mentally and physically. This proves particularly harmful if opponents do exceed the limit--successfully removing them from her path results in equal detrimental effects on Divya.

Her terrifying construct, while powerful, is not an actual omnipotent, immortal goddess. Durable, yes, but not divine. Powerful mutants or even repeated, heavy strikes will cause it to dissipate, leaving Divya vulnerable. This is particularly unfortunate due to her condition—such a massive demonstration of energy projection leaves her exhausted and temporarily powerless. It can take several hours or even an entire day before activating her mutation becomes possible.

PERSONALITY
The Chakraborty family has always given priority to practicality and Divya epitomises her family values. While not apathetic, she lacks the stereotypical emotionalism assumed to exist within every woman. It’s like her father said: the heart was made for beating, not thinking. And never has hers thought. She refuses to allow any emotion from inhibiting her judgement; acting correctly does not translate into acting respectfully or cautiously. Those who find her approach intolerable are simply shut out and ignored before anger has a chance to rear its ugly head. Divya’s practicality also came with a painful, brutal honesty. Like with life, emotions hold no value when speaking the truth. Contrastingly, lying seems to be a natural gift—she’s capable of hiding the truth as effectively as she can express it. To any uninformed outsider, Divya’s demeanor reveals a lack of strong morals and ethical value, and while untrue, she also won’t deny it.

But like every other child of the Earth, Divya, too, has a heart, albeit the same heart as her father and his ancestors. Still, it is not impervious to barrages of emotional rollercoasters. Joy, confusion, fear—she’s attacked by them all. Even the formulation of an emotional filtration system cannot provide an official and permanent solution. Her history of practicality is peppered with moments of weakness; it’s like her mother said: you have to be dead not to feel. And due to the creation of an internal blockade these occurrences are generally overpowering. Divya’s heart snatches control, leading her to make decisions later described as foolhardy and idiotic. Anger in particular provides issues of uncontrollability; it is projected towards anyone who is nearby, their involvement in evoking the emotion being overlooked. Family also proves capable of inhibiting self-control—specifically, orphaned children cater to a maternal, selfless facet of hers, the goal always being to provide protection no matter the cost. It reflects on Divya’s own motherless childhood and the reclusion of her father; she sees herself in those unfortunate souls. In fact, any issues concerning children or mothers strikes at wounds poorly bandaged with pragmatism. Yes, she understands that death is inevitable, but part of Divya remains adamant it can be avoided, that relationships should never end. As such, it comes into direct conflict with her upbringing and inherited ideologies—an internal conflict of acceptance versus denial and self-pity. On more occasions than necessary she has found herself bursting into tears over a memory, only to regain control moments later and dismiss the breakdown, forgetting it even happened. Perhaps it’s unhealthy, but it trades the pain for numbness and she’d take that any day.

Born into a traditional Hindu family, religion holds a great deal of importance to Divya. While also contradicting with her practicality it allows for acceptable explanations of various events holding massive emotional baggage. For example, she is certain the death of her mother was a result of divine intervention; God took her because she had achieved liberation and therefore escaped reincarnation. To most, it sounds childish, but it grants her small amounts of closure, enough to prevent insanity and daily breakdowns. But religion is more than a bandage—it stretches into her culture and identity. If her father taught a realistic approach to life, her mother explained the value of various mythological stories and the numerous festivals celebrated. It is impossible to start every day without a morning prayer; she has begun uttering them subconsciously.

She also takes pride in her culture—once wary and fearful of her accent, Divya has wholeheartedly embraced the phonetic differences. Those choosing to mock the occasional mistakes fail in inflicting doubt or self-consciousness. The hesitation of speaking in her native Bengali and other learned languages also disappeared, though she refrains from doing so in public due to possible misinterpretation. Finally, Divya possesses a great respect for dance and all its forms, particularly the classical dances of India. She herself is trained in Kathak and Bharatanatyam, although further practice has ceased since joining X-Investigations.

HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE
Ram and Piyali Chakraborty always hoped for a large family. Both experienced the joy derived from playing with groups of siblings and wished to recreate preserved memories. So in late March of 1984, when their first child graced the world, all seemed well. And to signify a wondrous start it was agreed upon that naming her Divya—meaning “divine”—was appropriate. While not drowning in luxury, the Chakraborty family amassed significant amounts of wealth over the years; a small clinic in an unknown Bengali village eventually became a fairly large and active hospital in Calcutta. It allowed Divya to develop an insatiable childhood greed fueled only by her growing stubbornness. Even at a young age she displayed the blueprints for a materialistic lifestyle and demanded items of top quality. Upset by her faulty personality, Ram questioned whether another child would be an intelligent choice.

Continuous complaints from Piyali pushed him to finally agree—their hopes were dashed, however, by a miscarriage in the first trimester, ultimately leaving her irreversibly infertile. She refused to admit defeat, instead spending many nights awake in constant prayer to the omniscient and omnipotent goddess Durga. Naturally, a slew of interrupted sleep cycles attacked her health but she remained determined while Ram searched for a solution in medical textbooks and journals. When his quest proved pointless he tried coaxing Piyali into accepting the truth and focusing on their troublesome daughter. She eventually climbed out from a pit of denial; using the very same determination, the shattered mother managed to improve her child’s personality, developing an unbreakable attachment in the process.

Divya too became attached and refused to leave her mother’s side. Whatever she did, the young girl mimicked, especially dance, with several hours of every day spent in practice. Ram enjoyed the spectacle; no longer did his wife retreat into the shadows, but instead laughed and smiled and enjoyed life. Several days before Divya’s ninth birthday, he suggested traveling to the nearby towns and districts and visiting various temples located within each. An atheist himself, he recognized the positive impact it would have on Piyali, choosing to put aside his personal beliefs for the family’s overall benefit. The stops were many; according to legend, in Durga’s previous incarnation, she had immolated herself after an insult from her father and when her husband began to dance ferociously upon the Earth, the god Vishnu severed her body into fifty-two pieces, effectively calming his anger while temples arose wherever the pieces landed. In West Bengal alone there were ten temples amidst the many others devoted to Durga and her innumerable forms. Still, Ram kept quiet and enjoyed his wife’s experience.

Altogether, just over a month was spent on the pilgrimage; their final stop had been in Dakshineswar, a town located near Calcutta. Bustling with families and visitors the three stayed together, separating only when Piyali recognized a college friend. And at that moment fate chose to burn a hole into their lives. A small group of young men suddenly pulled out pistols and declared themselves as messengers of God—apparently, their mission was to provide liberation from this world, something achievable only at God’s home. As expected, the throng ran for safety, some falling victim to gunfire while others were trampled over. Police officials were quick to disarm and arrest, although their attempts at calming devotees failed miserably. Ram and Divya managed to find safety; they spent the following half hour searching for Piyali. It was little Divya who succeeded, stumbling over the trampled body of her mother.

Time stood still for the following years. Ram blocked out the pain while Divya spent every day sobbing in her room. He turned to alcohol and she to school—pages of homework were unnecessarily completed and it eventually attracted the attention of teachers. They urged her to take up extracurricular activities, anything that allowed for contact with the outside. But their pleas went on deaf ears; homework was her coping method. So instead they turned to her father and with several months of convincing, he too agreed, signing Divya up for a dance class. Not only would it help her but it could provide help with the alcoholism.

She was frustrated at first—the class brought up memories and forced her to confront the truth. For the first several weeks, Divya refused to attend, instead hiding at a friend’s house. When Ram forced her, though, she realized the benefits and finally enjoyed herself. Both father and daughter finally received closure, accepting the loss and moving on.

Several years passed before the memories were revisited. While making dinner, Ram overlooked a grease fire, finally noticing the danger when it grew in size and began burning the kitchen. His reaction was expected; hers, however, wasn’t. With a scream, Divya disappeared behind a ten-foot giant replica of Kali, its eyes crazed with bloodlust while weapons swung wildly. He caught a glimpse of the monstrosity before chasing after his daughter—she had crawled in the opposite direction and grabbed whatever she could of her mother’s. Within minutes firemen and police officers surrounded the home, their eyes fixed on the rampaging goddess. Several feet away, two individuals climbed into a car and barrelled down the road.

Located approximately one-hundred sixty kilometers from Calcutta, Durgapur became their safe haven. Much of Ram’s family resided in the city and they stayed with his brother’s family. No questions were asked. Especially nothing about a giant terrorizing the block. Divya found herself retreating once again; all she had were some burnt saris, a few sets of jewellery, and one anklet. Apart from that Piyali Chakraborty didn’t exist. But, instead of crying, she followed in her father’s footsteps: she opted for practicality. Of course, hers was a twisted, unrecognizable cousin of practicality—the sudden shift in personality became permanent and, after years of denial and confusion, both father and daughter drifted apart.

DURING APOCALYPSE (April 7th through April 12th, 2009)
When hell began raining from the skies Divya was stuck at college. Pestilence never made her way into the Indian subcontinent but converts did. And hell it was. Everyone—students and teachers and custodians—ran for the streets, concerned solely for their individual safety. Like with all disasters, some chose to take advantage. In particular, advantage of women. A fairly large group of immature and evidently sexually frustrated male students began grabbing whichever frightened girl or woman available. Divya and Amrita both found themselves targeted, although their culprits dismissed themselves upon confronting a multiple armed, bloodthirsty nightmare. While it annihilated the bulk of converts, the cousins made their way away from the college, eventually boarding several trains before reaching their final stop: Kerala.

POST-APOCALYPSE
For the remainder of Apocalypse, Divya and Amrita stayed with Gavin, a helpful and kind teacher of Kalaripayattu, a martial art. He had offered his school to anyone who required safety; Divya, noticing the weapons, found herself enamored by the art. He was hesitant at first but finally agreed to teach her, provided that she never actually attacked someone; in turn, her participation captured the attention of women, adding more female students along with keeping the art alive. She consequently learned Malayalam to communicate with others, along with a mix of broken Kannada and Tamil. Amrita, on the other hand, journeyed back to Durgapur—her parents had perished at the hands of converts.

PURIFIERS
The training was quite tedious and aggravating on both sides: Divya’s impatience combated Gavin’s process. Still, he attempted to remain calm, particularly when dealing with the weaponry aspect. Two years passed and she developed a proficiency in the art, although she continued to fail in defeating other students. So she stayed behind in hopes of asking for more. Anything that would make her capable of defending herself without resorting to destruction and death—and without becoming more of a pariah.

SKRULLS
Divya was still in Kerala when the extraterrestrials made contact. With the addition of another year her skills increased, as did her patience. Finally, she had been granted a relatively normal future, one hopefully bereft of summonings. When they heard of the Skrull invasion, the reaction was one of confusion. A quick glance at a television cleared it all: they really were under attack. Then came the Complacency Wave and confusion set in again. She ignored the strange feeling, instead focusing on other plans.
As a final thanks to Gavin, Divya ‘borrowed’ several weapons: a sword, staff, and fist dagger; she left for New York afterwards.

CURRENT HISTORY
The Big Apple failed in meeting her expectations—initially, that was. Airport security detained her after discovering the weapons; an episode of dementia, however, provided freedom. Immediately finding herself without money and shelter, Divya found the nearest pawn shop and managed to gather cash from her earrings and necklace. She spent the following weeks at a cheap motel before eventually coming across Mutant Town and all its glory. Along with the haven came XF-Investigations; Divya took interest in the organization, particularly when learning of what they did. Hoping to find a permanent residence and possibly a job, she found herself finally acclimating to the foreign land.

SAMPLE RP POST:
<You lost?>

Amidst the screaming and running and panicking emerged two ironically calm, indifferent faces. Their eyes lacked fear; instead, opportunity twinkled in brown eyes. A wave of discomfort washed over her and, as each prolonged second passed, recognition set in. They constituted a small cluster of first-year students with overactive libidos and a severe case of naivety. Every girl and woman at the college knew of them—internal alarms blared upon seeing bright colored shirts, mismatched shorts and pathetic sandals. And these idiots were the worst of all three.

Had their inhumanly insane and violent attackers avoided blockading the building she’d have ditched the boys immediately. But that remained impossible, which meant conversation was inevitable. Either that or silence; the latter brought on intense gazes from both nuisances and she preferred the monsters over those.

<We’re fine. A little claustrophobic but otherwise we’re fine.>

Something toppled over and she and her cousin nearly jumped through the roof. Were they inside? Professors ushered all four of them into an adjacent classroom before shutting the doors. Perfect. Trapped in an enclosed space with sexually frustrated teenagers. This supplanted every horror movie filmed; now to wait for machetes and chainsaws. Amrita gave a slight nudge and leaned in to whisper.

<How long before it’s over?>

<Shouldn’t be long; once the cops arrive, those freaks will disappear within five minutes.>

She offered a smile and her cousin reciprocated with a squeeze of the arm. Then she squeezed again, only this time harder. It came again and again until pain finally set in.

<You girls scared?>

Her body froze and her mind raced. Just like a horror movie. The boys moved in closer and she felt her stomach tighten before being struck by a migraine. It felt all too familiar…

<Maybe we can help. You know, relieve the tension.>

And then, a barrage of pain—it was here. A flash of light erupted from all four corners and pooled into a singular entity. The screams from the outside were muffled by those from her cousin and the idiots; their eyes were glued to Calcutta’s namesake.

“What the fuck—”
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Songbird
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Thanks for applying to XMR, Jita! I have read over your app and for the most part, it is pretty nicely detailed and looks good to go. It shows that you did some reading on the site's history or asked questions to folks, both of which are a good start to playing here.

That said, I am not without a thing or two that I would like to have clarified before I give you a stamp. Your character's power, called "shakti," seems a bit like telekinesis and then it doesn't seem a bit like it... maybe it is just worded in an odd way. But I would like you to clear that up, explaining how shakti is different from telekinesis if it is not the same. If she is able to lift and move objects, then what size or weight limit does she have? Basically I'd like to see that sort of thing and remember, even if your character does not know her limits or how to explain the details of her power, you should.

The weaknesses, personality and history appear alright to me. Again, it is written out well as is everything else. I would just like a clearer picture in my mind as to what she is capable of. If you need help or have any questions, feel free to PM me or AIM me. (You can find admin info on the sidebar) Post here again when you have made these changes so we will know your app is ready to be reviewed again. Thanks!
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To distinguish her shakti from telekinesis she cannot lift/levitate but instead simulates the effect through pushing; I've also added a weight limitation of seventy kilograms (~154 lbs). Hopefully it's now its own mutation, but if there is still some blurriness I'd be more than happy to further clarify. :D
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Songbird
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It still reads a bit like a weak form of TK to me, but even if that is what it is, I think I'm okay with it. So she can basically shove people and things around, and it would possibly cause dementia or coma (permanent of temporary) in people. If that sounds like I described it right, then I'm okay with that, just keep in mind that you can't coma people's character without approval (duh, right?).

I guess my other thing is about the energy projection of Kali. I think it is okay that she projects a goddess for protection, but you might want to think about possibly adding in there something about the future and how she may be able to create other physical projections with the proper training. That doesn't mean you have to do it and Kali could be the only projection you ever play out, but if she projects that it should be safe to assume that she could possibly make other physical things manifest. Also, I'm assuming that Kali has enhanced strength or agility, that sorta thing, so perhaps you can put in limits on Divya's projections in those regards. That way if Colossus walks up, it would be clear to know that Kali could put up a fight against him or not.

That is all I got. Like I said before, I'm good with the app and I'll give a stamp once you reply again . :)
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Shakti
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I added the part about other projections and set some limitations concerning Kali. I'm unsure if it makes her projection overpowered but (to me, at least) it seems plausible Kali could hold her own against mutants like Colossus before dissipating.
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Songbird
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This seems okay to me, so you have one stamp. Unfortunately you need two. The other app reviewer may or may not ask for additional changes before you are fully approved.

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Betsy Braddock
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I do have one or two more questions but not much.

I know it's been touched on a bit, but with her powers, when the target experiences dementia-like symptoms how long do those last? Clarify this and honestly, it makes her powers a little more like psychic bolts the way you’re describing it, so like the earlier telekinesis confusion, be careful about that.



The history is fine and very detailed, but it seems a little convenient she ended up with a martial arts teacher. If this is going to happen I’d like a bit more backstory here to justify it, especially if it means she can go around with weapons. We don’t give this sort of thing easily, so I’d like to see how she ended up with Gavin and why he was such an open teacher as not everyone would teach someone who turned up on the doorstep how to use weapons, y’know?



Other than that, XFI is primarily a detective agency. What is Divya going to do? This is mainly to help out other players in the faction know why she’s there and what can be built on in game. You don’t have to give me an essay in response, so don’t worry, just a couple of lines.


If you need any help you can get in touch and we can talk, otherwise edit and respond as usual and we’ll get you into play as soon as possible.
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Betsy Braddock
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Is this still being worked on? It has been idle for a while. Please let us know or make the last fixes for the app by August 6th or we will move it to denied through lack of activity.
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