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Abbott, Hope; Trance
Topic Started: Aug 26 2013, 02:31 PM (622 Views)
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CHARACTER INFORMATION


Troian Bellisario

BASIC INFORMATION

CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
AFFILIATION:Legacy Squad

FULL NAME: Hope Abbott
CODENAME:Trance
NICKNAMES:N/A

CURRENT AGE:19
DATE OF BIRTH:January 8th, 1994
MARITAL STATUS:Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:Heterosexual
BASE OF OPERATIONS: Mutant Town, Xavier School
TIME AT INSTITUTE:2008 to 2011; recently returned
REGISTERED WITH SHIELD? Yes
HOMETOWN: Bloomfield Hills, Michigan
KNOWN RELATIVES:Mr. Abbott (father) and Mrs.Abbott (mother)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT:5'8
BUILD:Lean and Curvy
EYES:Hazel
HAIR:Brown
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:Her hair turns white when she is in astral form
CLOTHING STYLE: Standing at 5'8" and weighing almost 130 lbs of lean muscle, Hope has a relatively fast metabolism. Adding her regular work outs into the equation, she is inevitably a very fit person. Her skin is fair and, in the summer months, tans easily; her eyes are hazel, and her wavy hair is a medium chestnut brown. She does not like styling her hair, finding it a huge waste of time. Fortunately, they are easy to tame and he can keep them down, in a quick braid, a ponytail or a messy bun. On the rare occasion where she feels particularly girly, Hope might try to curl them.

Hope was always a bit of a tomboy; she never preoccupied herself much with looks as a young teenager, and although that may have changed somewhat over the years, she still prefers comfortable over stylish. Her choice of attire truly depends on what she plans on doing that day: if she has to meet someone important, she will wear her nicest pair of pants and a top that compliments her figure without revealing too much -- that is about the extent of her formal wear, although she does have a few dresses in her closet that she will probably never willingly wear. Her casual attire consists of jeans, sweatpants, short shorts, graphic tshirts, tank tops, cardigans and the occasional stylish sweater. She particularly likes combat boots, stylishly nerdy glasses (even though she has 20/20 vision) and her favorite silver pendant, a gift from her father for her sixteenth birthday.

Hope has three piercings in total: her ears were pierced when she was quite young; she had her naval pierced when she was seventeen. She has one tattoo on her left wrist: "shine your light" is written in black, cursive letters. She does not have any scars that are worth mentioning beyond those acquired due to childhood mischief.
UNIFORM: Hope's uniform consists of a sleeveless, high-neck, black leather jumpsuit, not unlike the standard X-Men uniform. A thick belt adorns her waist; it is silver, with the typical X-Men "X" as a buckle. She wears finger-less black gloves and black combat boots. Her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail or a loose braid.

POWERS


GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Hope has the power of astral projection. In essence, she has the ability to project an astral form of herself, leaving her corporal body in an unresponsive state similar to a trance. When she leaves her body behind, it appears similar to a rag doll; all of her muscles slacken, her eyes roll back into her head and she appears very much lifeless. However, all of her organs are still functioning to their fullest capacity and will continue to do so until she returns to it.

In appearance, her astral form is much like her corporal form. She appears to be wearing the same clothing and her hair is styled in the same fashion; however, she is translucent and entirely of a white-blue color, not unlike a ghost. In fact, while her hair is a dark brown color, in her astral form, it is a bright shade of white. Her eyes are normally hazel, but they are a light blue in her astral form.

Hope Abbott, while in her corporeal body, can detect auras, energy patterns, psionic forces and heat signatures that are, typically, unseen by the naked eye. This is an effect brought on by a special bond between her body her astral form and is the only ability Hope possesses while in her corporeal body. Otherwise, she has the strength, speed and agility of a young woman who works out regularly. However, her astral form has its fair share of special quirks: Hope's favorite would have to be, without a doubt in the world, the ability of flight. In fact, her astral form has no physical mass, therefore she does not have to abide by the rules of gravity. In her astral form, Hope is constantly hovering a few inches from the ground. Her astral form emits energy, which Hope can use in order to propel herself higher up into the air, as well as control the direction of her flight.

Additionally, Trance can pass through energy barriers and psionic force fields, although this ability does not apply to physical matter such as brick walls. However, she can avoid physical damage by allowing projectiles to pass through her astral form. Offensively, Trance has the ability to create bio-electric blasts stemming from the energy of her astral form. These blasts are powerful enough to sting an enemy and throw him or her off-balance, but would not do any further damage. She can also use the energy of her astral form to create small weapons or projectiles, which she can use to physical harm the astral forms of other mutants, as well as the intangible forms of mutants who can phase through objects. These projectiles, reaching a maximum size no bigger than a mango, cannot harm corporeal forms.
WEAKNESS: There is a strong physical bond between Hope's corporal body and her astral form, taking the shape of a light blue streak connecting Hope Abbott to Trance (This trail does not affect her movement). After a certain amount of time has passed, Trance is snapped back into her corporal body, which can prove disadvantageous in certain occasions. Although the amount of time she can stay in her astral form has greatly improved over the years, at this point, she is unable to surpass the twenty-minute mark and does require a short amount of time to recuperate after returning to her body. On average, she can stay in her astral form for fifteen minutes.

When Hope's astral form is separated from her corporal body for too long, she begins to build up a small amount of bio-electrical energy that can ultimately render her emotionally unstable, to the point where her astral form could detonate. This usually occurs when she forces her astral form to remain outside of her body when the bond is attempting to pull her back to it. Among physical damage to her surroundings, a detonation of her astral form would likely cause a power outing; the amount of damage depends on the amount of energy she has stored.

Hopes astral form is predominantly a form of energy and it often disrupts the energy around her. In a 5 to 10 mile radius of her astral form, it is not uncommon for electricity to flicker on and off.


PERSONALITY: As far as Hope Abbott is concerned, what you see is what you get. She doesn't try to make friends by molding herself to their liking, and she appreciates those who are real and honest in return. While perhaps not the kind of person that seeks to be the constant center of attention, Hope does feel a certain need to make her opinions known, especially when a discussion touches subjects she is passionate about. You see, Hope is a very opinionated person and is unafraid to speak her mind. She is blunt, often speaking before her brain has time to process the words that are pouring out of her mouth. It might be good to note for future reference that Hope is a terrible liar and tends to talk even more than usual when she is under pressure.

Hope is out-going and charismatic. She loves to meet new people and socialize with her friends; Hope is definitely a social butterfly. She is the kind of person that is comfortable in a large group setting and can speak in front of a large crowd of people without melting in a puddle of nerves and anxiety. Although some may beg to disagree, Hope is generally kindhearted, accepting and helpful. She is an easy person to approach and speak to about anything and everything. In fact, while Hope may be talkative to a fault, she is genuinely a good listener and is the furthest thing from judgmental. Of course, the quality of the advice she dishes out may be questionable.

The little spitfire tends to grow very protective of the people she cares about. She is not the easiest to upset, but she will not stand people who hurt those she loves, whether emotionally, physically or psychologically. When such an event occurs, she tends to... well, lose it. In most situations, Hope tends to think with her heart rather than her brain. She is passionate and, consequently, impulsive. Along with her troublesome ways, her impulsive nature when faced with a difficult situation is the reason why she was never considered for a more important role during certain events while still attending Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngster in 2011. Fortunately, Hope knows herself better now and tries to control her impulses. Moreover, her friends and teammates usually learn rather quickly to keep her from doing things she may or may not regret later.

In the above paragraph, a mention of Hope's troublesome ways was made. Hope loves to have fun; adding a burning curiosity and a thirst for adventure in the equation makes for quite a serious combination. In fact, trouble is something Hope attracts everywhere she goes. Of course, she may or may not be the root cause three-quarters of the time, but really, that's besides the point. Hope loves to laugh and joke around; she has a difficult time coping with difficult situations and will often resort to humor in order to shield herself from the emotions she is feeling. Another coping mechanism of Hope's is, quite simply, running away from her troubles -- ignoring them, if you will. She tends to keep things bundled in until she can no longer deal with them, thus exploding and causing quite a mess for whoever is around.

Hope needs to be active. She hates sitting still and goes stir crazy when she is indoors for too long. Outdoorsy and athletic, Hope loves sports, especially those that occur outdoors. She loves jogging, kick-boxing, yoga, hiking, swimming, mountain climbing, skiing, snowboarding, fishing, archery and sky-diving. She prefers solitary sports to team sports; she is not a very competitive person, although she does enjoy playing soccer and basketball... just for fun. She has a bit of a daredevil side, as you may have already summed up from some earlier mentions. Hope has peculiar tastes. She loves old films and literature, notably mystery and horror novels. She's not much of a romantic and prefers to steer clear from that particular genre. She is a history buff, she loves volunteering her time, she is a fan of old rock and roll music as well as classical music, she loves cooking (and more importantly eating) and one of her guilty pleasures includes long, soapy baths with scented candles.

HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE: Hope Presley Abbott was born on January 8th, 1994 in her hometown of Bloomfield Hills, Michigan. Her father, Mr. James Abbott, was an electrician, while her mother, Ellen, worked as a kindergarten teacher. She went on maternity leave prior to Hope's birth and never returned to teach, deciding on being a stay-at-home mom instead. Hope grew up in a comfortable, lower middle class environment; she had three meals a day, a nice house in a peaceful suburban neighborhood, a decent public school and a great group of friends. Her life was generally drama-free for a number of years, but of course, life cannot possibly stay as such for too long.

Growing up, Hope was the stereotypical tomboy. Her group of friends was largely dominated by boys, a fact that didn't bother Hope whatsoever. She loved to play role-playing games in the woods, getting dirty in the backyard after a rain storm, having eating contests and, most of all, playing her favorite video games. Hope never really got along well with other girls, and by the time she had started middle school, she soon became the target of bullies, notably one girl named Angela. Hope tried not to let them bother her, and for a time it worked. She went on with her life, ate with her group of friends in the cafeteria, did well in her classes... until one bitter winter afternoon, not too long before her fourteenth birthday, Angela and her posse caught up with her on the walk home from school.

Apparently Angela had seen Hope being a little too friendly with her current boyfriend, Ian. Hope shrugged off the remarks; she had been good friends with Ian for years, and he was like a brother to her! Angela was just a drama queen, and, among other colorful words Hope had learned over time, she told her just that. The taunts did not stop, and after half a block, Hope decided she didn't want to deal with the girls anymore. She turned around, her brown eyes locked on Angela's rosy face. She was only planning on scaring them off with an empty threat... but something else happened. As she turned around, a ghostly, shapeless form escaped her body, not unlike a translucent ghost.

The good news? She had managed to scare off the mean middle school girls. The bad news? She was a... mutant? She ran home in a panic, wondering how long it would take before the whole school found out. Fortunately, the event was never mentioned again, although the girls did put a stop to their bullying ways. What made things even better was the fact that Hope's ghostly form did not return. By mid-January 2008, she'd figured it was all a figment of her wild imagination. Alas, it was not.

In the early months of 2008, up until mid-summer, Hope would live a number of experiences with what she would later find out is her astral form. At first, the experiences were similar to the one in December, but, gradually, her form would take on a humanoid shape, until it was a ghostly blue image of her real body. She started out barely noticing her astral form, as it usually presented itself when she was asleep. Many times she would wake up with a vague recollection of sleep walking. In August 2008, her father witnessed her astral form. Hope had been experimenting for the better part of the summer, and was able to go into her astral form at will... most of the time. She would snap back in her physical body seconds later (the sensation felt like a boomerang), but that one time, Mr. Abbott was present, she had managed to beat her record and last a total of 8 seconds outside of her body.

Mr. Abbott had never been one to watch his diet, and exercise was not something he did often. Witnessing the ghostly form of his daughter caused him to have a heart attack, prompting Hope's enrollment at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters in September of 2008 as a freshman. Leaving her small town in Michigan for New York City was overwhelming, and it took quite a few months for Hope to get used to everything. Mind you, she rather liked some of the... special classes Xavier's offered, and some of her classmates could do really cool things. In the months that followed, with intense training sessions and a lot of practicing on her own time, Hope realized that she too could do amazing things.


DURING APOCALYPSE : At only fifteen, Hope wasn't much of a hero -- or so she believed. Up until April 2009, she had spent her time and effort on doing well in her classes, all the while maintaining a decent social life. She was known for causing some mischief, especially when in a group, but for the most part she had managed to stay out of serious trouble. I mean, what teenager doesn't get a detention every once in a while? By March, fear was spreading around the school, causing Hope to grow restless, a feeling she did not like... at all. Factions that were supposed to be on rivaling sides of the spectrum had come together, as they needed all the manpower they could muster to fight this looming threat. Hope wasn't exactly filled with <i>hope</i> during these times, pretty damn determined that she would die a torturous death by the end of the week.

On April 7th, all hell broke loose. Hope does not remember much of that day besides the fact that it was chaotic, dangerous, confusing, overwhelming... and no one would answer her damn questions! She tried desperately to contact her parents (they were visiting family in Seattle at the time) but to no avail, sending Hope into a panic. On April 8th, along with other students, Hope was taken to a safe location known as Graymalkin. Hope tried to help out as much as she could, especially with the younger children, but she had never been a very maternal being... and quite possibly made the situation worst. Of course, she would disagree...

POST-APOCALYPSE: Time felt as though it had gone on endlessly, but at last they were able to come out of hiding, braving the shattered world Apocalypse had left behind. Hope wasn't sure what New York -- or anywhere, really -- would look like once everything was said and done; a part of her was afraid to find out. Were her parents okay? What about her friends and the X-Men? They were all people she considered as a second family... she couldn't bare to lose them, not after all they'd done for her over the last year and the bonds she'd created.

Everything was different. The ones that had participated in the battles were different. Hope, although not directly involved in the events that had ravaged the world, was having a difficult time coping. From the end of April 2009, up until mid-June, she returned home to Michigan to be with her parents. After everything, she just needed time away from all of the havoc and drama that seemed to revolve around the mutant community. Of course, she couldn't stay away too long. She had come to love New York and the school was home. So she returned a few days after Graduation, a forced smile on her face as she hugged her friends and congratulated those who had been promoted to higher training levels.

Life slowly returned to normal for Hope and her classmates, although some were growing into their new promotions, promotions that came with a lot of new responsibilities. New students were also enrolling into the school; Hope always loved meeting new people, especially people that possessed special abilities. Things went on relatively smoothly from then on. Of course, the X-Men were involved in many conflicts, but Hope stayed far away from them. She was trying so desperately to live as normal a life as possible... a feat that is easier said than done.

PURIFIERS : Two years come and go between the events of the Apocalypse and the beginning of a new threat: the purifiers. By May 2011, Hope had celebrated her seventeenth birthday and was going through harsher training sessions, with the prospect of becoming an X-Men in the future. Simultaneously, she was beginning to consider a future after her high school graduation. What did she want to do with her life? Did she want to go to college? Did she want to stay and become an X-Men? She wasn't entirely sure, and that was worrying her more than she led on.

Hope was a Catholic, albeit not a practicing one. Nonetheless, as news reports of the Purifiers began to find themselves on her television screen, Hope was very much livid. She had come across some hateful people during her time in New York, and, perhaps she was naive, but she had never thought it possible for humans to be so unbelievable cruel to each other. Hadn't history taught them anything? On May 28th, Hope was determined to show the city what she thought. After hearing the new Mayor of New York speak against Mutantkind, Hope decided to start a blog. She loved anything to do with politics, human rights and history... being the outspoken person that she is, she definitely had a say on the matter of mutants being treated unjustly. Her blog was only read by fellow students, which was probably a good thing in the long run. The only real thing her words did was rile a few people up...

Of course, Hope also discovered her passion and talent for writing. Alas, she had discovered what her future was going to be. She wanted to go to New York University and study journalism. For the next year or so, she would keep up with her blog, but now let's back track. Purifiers. They are a bunch of real righteous bastards, aren't they? On more than one occasion, Hope tried to get herself involved. She wanted to make a difference; in her mind, she had spent enough time on the sidelines. She wasn't a kid anymore, and her improved fighting skills, as well as her progress when it came to the control over her powers, was proof of that.

In fact, in 2011, Hope could project her astral form for an average of ten minutes before feeling the oh-so familiar boomerang effect that meant she was being snapped back to her body. As the weeks went on, the purifiers wouldn't let up and the students of Xavier's Institute were practically under house arrest, Hope included. She didn't particularly like it, but knew better than to try and sneak out. Oh yes, the thought of sneaking out and unraveling the whole Purifier story had indeed crossed her mind... more than once.

Fortunately, there was a special someone that kept the terrible happenings off her mind. Adam was a fellow student at the school, roughly one year Hope's senior. He had been a good friend of Hope's for years, but during the summer of 2011, they became more. It was just fun at first; no labels, no strings... but slowly, Hope realized she wanted more. She liked him a lot, and, despite the peculiar hue of his skin, she found him incredibly handsome. They had a great time together, a time cut way too short. Hope didn't even have the chance to call herself his girlfriend.

Adam was one of the students killed during the September 1st bombing of the Institute. Hope was knocked unconscious from the blast, waking up 5 hours in the makeshift triage area. She had absolutely no recollection of what had happened, but upon seeing the ruins of her home and all of the lost lives lying nearby, she felt broken... She couldn't do this anymore.
As Scott Summers and everyone else left for Utopia, Hope decided to part ways with the people she loved so much. She returned home to Michigan, where she finished her final year of high school in a very ordinary environment, where the only important thing on her classmates' mind was finding a date for prom. She had hoped that she would be happy away from it all, but she really wasn't. She missed her family.


SKRULLS: Living a drama-free life in Michigan, Hope was going through the motions in an attempt to complete her final year of high school. She was hearing of strange happenings on the News, but for the most part she tried to tune it all out. She couldn't deal with it... not when she had college applications to think about. However, on May 20th 2012, something happened that reminded Hope of her life in New York City. Evidently, this something was far from good.

This time, the threat wasn't Apocalypse, it wasn't Sentinels, it wasn't Purifiers. They were being invaded by monsters. By May 28th, the entire town of Bloomfield Hills, Michigan was under the Skrulls' complacency wave, including Hope. Skrulls rule, woohoo! Of course, that meant all of the plans she and her friends had made for prom and graduation were indefinitely put on hold... Eventually the complacency wave was destroyed and everything went back to normal... or, well, as normal as things can get. Apparently Hope was just destined to live a crazy life filled with danger and hardship.

CURRENT HISTORY: After graduating high school in the Spring of 2012, Hope Abbott, aged eighteen, worked as a waitress for a few months. Although her parents had been saving money for her school since her birth, tuition was not cheap, as were the costs of food, clothes and the general cost of living in New York. After all, Hope would no longer be living at the Institute, a thought that made her somewhat sad, even after being gone almost a full year. In late August, Hope had her bags packed and was boarding a flight to New York, the city that held so many good and bad memories for her. One of the objectives on her list upon landing was reestablishing ties with her old friends and mentors.

It would take her almost three months to build up the nerve and take a cab up to what used to be the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters: her home. The sight of it, in its later stages of reconstruction, made her heart ache. She had hoped to meet someone she had once known there, but she didn't. It would take another month for her to bump into a familiar face on the streets near the NYU campus, at which point she would slowly re-enter the mutant community. She had missed it so terribly, and a part of her was beginning to realize that she belonged with the X-Family.

In the meantime however, Hope found herself very busy at school. She had made quite a few friends, including a dorky roommate that complimented her personality quite nicely -- and as an added bonus, she did not mind that Hope was a mutant. She was part of a number of clubs and was able to write as a columnist for WSN, NYU's newspaper. She loved to write, and sharing her opinions with the world was great, but after a few classes she found herself hating, and a number of sticky situations involving people she wanted to interview, Hope began to wonder if journalism was really for her. If she couldn't work well under pressure, no matter how much she loved writing, was a career as a reporter really what she wanted to do?

She entered her second semester as a journalism major with a bit of a dark cloud hovering over her head, a feeling that was only made worse when she learned that the X's had moved back into the school that same month. She longed to be by their side and help make the world a better place for mutantkind... By mid-March 2013, Hope was determined that she did not want to continue her studies in journalism. In fact, she wasn't even sure she wanted to continue her studies at all. She loved to write, indeed, but it was a hobby more than anything. Besides, she didn't really want to meet people on the worst day of their lives and dig for a story; she didn't want to have to pester annoyed strangers for a scoop; and she certainly didn't want her name trashed all over the city because of a few words in a newspaper. If anything, Hope wanted to be the kind of person people could look up to; the kind of person that people could learn from; she wanted to make a positive difference... She wanted to be a teacher... She wanted to become an X-Man.

She finished her semester and, not too surprisingly, passed her exams with decent grades. Through her brief conversations with people from the Institute, it had been brought up that, if she wanted to, there was still a place for her at the school again. She thought about it, earning herself quite a few sleepless nights in the process. Should she move back in? The school was still a few hours away from the city... In the end, Hope began renting an apartment in Mutant Town, falling in love with the neighborhood instantly. She never did stop visiting the school however, and even began asking about a possible spot as a member of the Legacy Squad. "Whenever you need me," she said, "I'll be there."


SAMPLE RP POST: Hope glanced out of the foggy coffee shop window for what was perhaps the millionth time in the last ten minutes. Her lips parted slightly as a sigh escaped them. Five fingers, the nails bitten down to the quick, drummed impatiently against the copper-colored table. She took a sip from her lukewarm coffee and wondered once more if this was a good idea.

Her restless mind started to wander as she continued to wait. The first thought that pierced her thick skull was the idea that this whole felt oddly like a blind date, minus the anticipation of perhaps meeting her future significant other. She had been on a hundred dates (Did that make her seem like a whore? Or perhaps a hopeless case? She really wasn't!) but she could not think of one that had been as important as the meeting she was about to have with an old friend and a former mentor.

Would he reject her desire to play a more significant role with the X-Men and the Legacy Squad? Would he think her foolish for wanting to rejoin the mutant community in such an important way? After all, it wasn't as if she'd made a huge effort to help in the last year or so...

She glanced out of the large window again, biting down on her lower lip. What if he had forgotten? Or worse, what if he was blowing her off? It wasn't as if she had given him reason not to...

She brought her cup to her lips and drained the remainder of her drink, although she regretted it instantly. Now what was she supposed to do to pass the time? Hope had made a fool of herself countless times throughout her life and she could safely say she did not regret those times, but this was different. This was serious business. Should she just go?

She was halfway out of her chair, handbag in hand, when she caught sight of a tall man entering the coffee shop, located smack dab in the middle of Mutant Town. He looked a little older than she remembered, but otherwise he was the same man that had taught her how to control her powers and accept herself as a part of the mutant community. She owed a lot to him, and perhaps this afternoon she could begin to lessen that load.

She waved him over, a smile etched on her lips.
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Hello Devin.

Perhaps there's been some miscommunication, but when adopting a character, you are not given leave to copy paste the original application from Adoptables. They are there for reference only. You may use the history established, spins on powers, etc etc, but we require you write your own app in your own words so we can see how you write/play/etc.

Please replace this with your own application, not one copy pasted from elsewhere on the site or a wiki/database.

Post here when you've fixed this, thanks.
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Is this still being worked on? Reply by September 10th or this will be moved to denied on account of Inactivity.
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