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| Martha Johansson | Jan 16 2014, 04:59 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]PLAYER INFORMATION[/align] NAME: Vi CONTACT: PM preferred – PM for AIM, please and thank-you HOW YOU FOUND US: Apollo needed a new Oracle and bestowed divinely precognitive powers upon me. Someone asked what the greatest Marvel site was – this is what I saw. (Yes, Marvel Topsites and yes, I’m totally kissing ass). OTHER CHARACTERS ON THE SITE None RULES CODE: Blackbird CREDIT WHERE IT'S DUE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martha_Johans...s_and_abilities http://marvel.wikia.com/Martha_Johansson_(Earth-616) [align=center]CHARACTER INFORMATION[/align] [align=center] [/align]Phoebe Tonkin BASIC INFORMATION CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon AFFILIATION: Legacy Squad FULL NAME: Martha Johansson CODENAME: Düppel NICKNAMES: None CURRENT AGE: 21 DATE OF BIRTH: September 12th, 1991 MARITAL STATUS: Single SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual BASE OF OPERATIONS: Xavier Institute TIME AT INSTITUTE: Five years REGISTERED WITH SHIELD? Yes HOMETOWN: New York City, NY KNOWN RELATIVES: Patrick Sampson | Father Violet Johansson | Mother James Johansson | Maternal Grandfather | Deceased Barbara Johansson | Maternal Grandmother | Deceased PHYSICAL APPEARANCE HEIGHT: 5’9” BUILD: Slim and rather lithe, although some may be quick to assume her unhealthily thin. EYES: Hazel HAIR: Black DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Martha is physically baseline aside from a handful of scars, though they’re practically a Legacy Squad requirement. CLOTHING STYLE: Martha generally opts for an attire offering comfort rather than immunity from the Institute’s fashion police—her ideal costume includes a blouse, a pair of black leggings and ankle-length boots. UNIFORM: No alterations have been made to the traditional suit and she finds the black leather marked with a yellow “X” perfectly comfortable. POWERS GENERAL DESCRIPTION: A capable telepath, Martha, like many, demonstrates the abilities of psychic communication, manipulation, and assault. She is especially proficient, however, with the first two facets: Martha’s range of telepathic communication is commendable and reaches sixty feet as a radius, allowing her to project her own thoughts as well as gleaning information; manipulating the mind exhibits the same distance and includes memory manipulation and alteration, assertion of telepathic control, telepathic possession, and the unique ability to temporarily suppress the mutations of others. Martha’s offensive capabilities unfortunately are not as well-developed. However, she is by no means defenseless; psionic blasts are easily accomplished (their strength is gradually increasing) and Martha recently began experimenting with astral projection and combat. Perhaps because of its radial nature she is more comfortable utilizing her telepathy offensively as psychic waves capable of inducing severe pain and other telepathic afflictions. Telepathic Manipulation As previously stated Martha’s control of the mind is impressive and manages to outshine her communication. She is capable of projecting realistic, psychosomatic illusions deceiving all five senses; invading another’s mind and wrestling control, an act she likens to a puppeteer and their puppets; examining, altering and manipulating memories of those within the sixty foot radius; and telepathically possessing another by projecting her own conscience, although her physical body is left defenseless and vulnerable. Psycho-Chaff: Martha exhibits the unique ability to broadcast psionic distortion within the aforementioned sixty meter radius. Deeming it “psycho-chaff” it inhibits a target’s autonomic nervous functions and concentration, resulting in what is essentially a stupor. Because the psycho-chaff radiates the number of the potentially affected is (within that sixty meters) limitless; Martha can control the potency of the wave and how far it extends—as such afflictions like fatigue and even the mundane flu affect the psycho-chaff. Mutants caught in the psycho-chaff will have their powers suppressed; Martha’s wave psychically blocks all access to the abilities and this suppression remains for as long as Martha wills. Of course, while displaying rather advanced telepathic abilities she is far from limitless: the slightest disruption in her concentration removes the blockage and Martha requires a significant recharging period before broadcasting again (it generally follows a six to eight hour pattern). Possesion: Anyone in the vicinity is susceptible to possession—Martha wrestles control and temporarily implants her consciousness, the target essentially becoming her puppet. Like the psycho-chaff it is a more commendable skill, although the drawbacks are rather unwelcoming. Despite this she takes great pride in her telepathic prowess. The mechanism for projecting her consciousness always begins with “psychic feelers”: Martha’s mind familiarizes itself with others before conquering, also alerting her to any individuals capable of deflecting the attacks. While possessing a mutant, she has full access to said mutant’s abilities and potential. Bioluminescent Blood: A proposed secondary mutation, Martha's blood possesses luminescent properties and therefore appears in the green light spectrum; it also, as expected, will glow in the dark. Martha does not actively utilize this mutation (as doing so entails unnecessary and unwanted pain), many times forgetting its existence. WEAKNESS: All of Martha’s telepathic abilities are limited by distance; specifically, a sixty-foot radius that is largely dependent on her physical condition, although a reduction to thirty or forty feet also reduces mental exertion. It is mentally and physically impossible to extend it any further, and any attempts will effectively leave her comatose for approximately nine hours. Despite the aforementioned note of the targets being limitless, there is a natural psychic capacity Martha cannot exceed. Any numbers derive from theory – she has yet to attempt to reach her maximum capacity, always nearing forty targets but never above. However, careful examinations of her telepathy and psychic prowess allow for educated estimations and it is likely Martha’s current psychic capacity is likely between sixty and eighty. Of course, such a broad range increases the likelihood of her becoming comatose and whereas exertion translates into nearly nine hours of recuperation, overexertion is something far, far worse. The nature of her mutation – specifically the radial field – has caused Martha to develop an affinity towards “manipulating in bulk,” as she puts it. Single targets, while possible, are harder to affect and she admittedly has difficulty with limiting the radius to below fifteen feet. Further practice coupled with concentration exercises is a possible remedy. Her attempts at singular telepathic manipulation only result in an involuntary extension of the radius; telepathic communication, though, can be restricted to only several targets, but achieving just one is still not possible. Martha’s psycho-chaff is viably useless against powerful telepaths: their own psychic abilities easily interfere with the disruption, leaving her in a dazed state for several seconds. As such, telepaths in the vicinity can also remedy the disruption even if they are not directly affected. Martha’s control of its potency and duration means her concentration is absolutely precious; therefore, being physically unwell can weaken the psycho-chaff tremendously. This also occurs should an outside distraction prove to be too powerful. Finally, Martha is no psychic god – she can only hold the psycho-chaff for so long before risking a telepathic burnout, even if it relies solely on willpower. At her optimal state, Martha’s psycho-chaff remains for hours, usually disappearing after seven or eight. Possession is perhaps her most dangerous venture. Martha can only possess those in sight (excluding anyone inside a television/movie screen) and is limited to a single target, a unique restriction considering her other telepathic feats. If it is successful Martha’s body is rendered completely vulnerable. Should her heart stop beating, she will permanently exist as a lost conscience with the possibility of eventually disappearing. However, the death of a host also means the death of Martha’s conscience, making her own body a permanent vegetable. As such, she must ensure no serious and irreparable harm is done to the hosts. Like all mutants without superhuman physical status she has zero defenses against bullets, blades, disease and the like. Despite recently coming into her own Martha still prefers telepathic combat; situations in which she must utilize self-defense and physical combat training are, in her opinion, nightmares. PERSONALITY Having been disowned by the very people assigned to protect and care for her, Martha is a firm believer in mutants acting as a brotherhood. Nothing akin to that of Magneto’s, of course; rather, she describes it as a surrogate family founded on acceptance and the utmost care for its constituents. Martha recognizes the inability of humankind to ever understand mutants and chooses to avoid any blame. Yes, there is a discernible bitterness but it is to a lesser degree than that of any radical mutant. There are occasional imaginings of a world inhabited only by the gifted, although they immediately disappear and are promptly ignored, interpreted as a desire for complete acceptance and nothing more. Perhaps her most striking trait is her slight moral ambiguity. Martha possesses the required ethical knowledge and easily distinguishes between right and wrong; however, she has no qualms in achieving goals by controversial means if necessary. This is primarily prominent in her liberal use of her telepathic abilities. While avoiding any psychic interactions designed for permanent alteration, she is swift to push thoughts, suppress or project memories, and manipulate the entire mind. The rise of the Purifiers and the attack on the Institute made the mission of justice imperative, and it’s slowly transformed to encompass every aspect of mutant life. Akin to how some receive telepathic therapeutic treatment, others are victims of the psycho-chaff or are promptly possessed—this ability has also lost its foreign feel, with Martha concluding its benefit outweighs its backlash. Possession itself contributes to a smaller portion of Martha’s character—every jump into another’s mind results in memories and ideologies becoming ingrained into her own psyche. They eventually fade, ridding her of any discomfort, but never completely disappear. Therefore, specific scenarios or comments can evoke a response some may consider unnatural. An example is the now defunct characteristics that diffused from a Skrull’s psyche into hers—adjusting to such a foreign absorption was nigh impossible and Martha was able to free herself from any future influence; however, interacting with the mind of a human or mutant does not allow for this. HISTORY: PRE-APOCALYPSE Born out of wedlock to inexperienced teenaged parents, Martha never understood the appearance of a true family. Hers was incomplete; left with her mother, Violet Johansson, and raised by her maternal grandparents, she was given the required basics but never the appreciation or recognition needed for growth. The Johansson family lived as middle class citizens but dreamt of reaching the top, of joining the country clubs and dining at ridiculously priced restaurants. Instead, James and Barbara Johansson invested their money in the new addition, berating Violet as every dollar slipped away. Martha was unable to comprehend why the three constantly argued; to her, this was how all families lived and soon the incessant yelling became mere background noise. When Martha was on the cusp of her sixth birthday, Violet and Patrick were successfully forced into an undesired marriage. He considered the child as Violet’s responsibility, not his. But James and Barbara knew the neighbors wouldn’t remain silent, so after persuading his parents to agree, Martha moved into their basement with her newlywed parents. The arguing continued, although now it existed between Patrick and Violet – their relationship had its foundations in lust, not love, and both resented the other. It translated into daily abandonment of Martha: he would spend the nights with various women while she drank excessively, forcing James and Barbara to once again care for the girl. It was in the third grade when Martha recognized the different life she led; initially, her requests to visit friends after school were refused, but when her grandparents began to tire, they finally agreed. The lack of noise upon entering the house was what surprised her. There was no yelling or profanity or bodies sprawled out on the sofas. It seemed like the perfect family. Eventually, Martha began spending more time away from home, enjoying the love and tranquility her family couldn't offer. Most importantly, her friends’ lives were uneventful, something she enjoyed immensely; there was no reason to shut the doors or cover her ears. However, differentiating between her family and that of others turned the background noise into what it really was: the sounds of Hell. Admittedly, Martha was relieved when Violet and Patrick divorced. Not only did it bring a ceasefire but it prevented her grandparents from evicting them. The arguing had reached its apex and the neighbors were asking more and more questions. Violet and Martha moved back upstairs, though James and Barbara still never agreed with their daughter. Martha’s grades also created tension between mother and daughter—Violet had survived with C’s and D’s while Martha proudly boasted B’s and occasional A’s. Violet was compared to her daughter, both James and Barbara agreeing that Martha would surpass her and achieve what she couldn’t. She would reach university while her mother remained a high school dropout, living off the generosity of her parents until their deaths. It was in the eighth grade that Martha found herself the target of verbal insults, and her confidence and morale slowly disappeared. Violet resented her daughter; that much was obvious. Still, she fought, wanting to ignite even a greater fire in her mother, to make her hatred consume her to the point of defeat. At sixteen, when Violet’s taunting became intolerable, Martha felt something snap inside and leave her. Several seconds passed before realization set in: everyone was frozen. Barbara and James and Violet—one would assume they were trapped in a perpetual daze. The sound of a crash interjected Martha’s fear and she ran to a window, shocked at the car wrapped around the streetlight. Evidently, whatever she’d done had spread outside. She pushed her family, pulled their hair, and even punched Violet in the stomach. Still, they stared back, their eyes blank; lifeless. The ominous sound of a crash added to her fears, and examining the scene via a window confirmed this. A car had wrapped itself around a streetlight; it extended outside of the house. Martha was quick to register the cause—she was, unfortunately, a freak; a pariah; a monster. A mutant. Afraid and confused, she ran to her friend’s house, intending to stay hidden until time brought them back. Instead, with her mutation now activated she was connected to every mind within a fifty foot radius and the influx of rampant thoughts forced Martha into unconsciousness. It broke the spell and she was brought inside; upon awakening she was met with anger, Violet’s especially. Claiming it to be an attack, she wanted her parents to disown Martha, to rid them of her disease. Their anger became denial and they refused. Convincing themselves it was a nervous breakdown, they conversed with various psychologists and psychiatrists, each concluding there were no signs of mental deterioration. Martha herself remained silent and, left with no other option, Barbara and James shipped her off to Xavier’s in the early morning. To the Johansson family, Martha Johansson had never existed. DURING APOCALYPSE (April 7th through April 12th, 2009) Martha never fully integrated herself into the Mansion’s community initially. She too viewed her telepathic abilities as a disease, one that brought suffering yet kept its host alive, as if to mock and gloat. Regardless, she accepted the daily routines and followed the other students in their activities, keeping her desire to remain an inexperienced psychic at the forefront. Of course, authoritative decisions have the final say and she reluctantly began opening undiscovered areas of the brain—crevices packed with psionic power. A year later in April, when Apocalypse shattered the heavens and terrorized the planet itself, Martha found herself consumed by an emotional cocktail of fear and shock and awe. Along with other students she remained protected in the confines of the mansion. Her mind recognized the local fear; magnifying it thousands upon thousands wouldn’t allow her to comprehend it at a global scale. She accepted her uselessness: inexperienced both telepathically and in combat, Martha was a target and a liability, so she instead attempted to project calmness into the youngest inhabitants. This broke all hesitations she’d used to block her psionic growth and put her on the journey to becoming an advanced telepath. However, Martha also couldn’t deny her own fear; while her relationship with Alex Summers was nonexistent at best, it shook her to her very core knowing that an X-Man had fallen prey to the madman’s corruption. The news of two other X-Men becoming Death and Famine only added to the devastation. But it soon translated into a fiery anger, an anger that knew no bounds and served only to raze. To Martha, she saw Violet in Apocalypse, albeit he terrorized at a much vaster scale. The sensation of helplessness and uselessness reminded the young telepath of her cold mother. And so she made it a mission of hers to fight. Before any actions could be made, Martha and the others were whisked from their haven and into an awaiting quinjet, their evacuation imperative to any chances of survival. The flight, rocky and frightening, concluded in a success; she followed the crowds, watching their movements from afar and tracking her own route, one that ensured no encounters with the “Ascended.” War’s army and converts were avoided and Martha joined the safety bunker. She survived the ordeal, rejoicing when Apocalypse fell and his armies were scattered, the combined efforts of the X-Men and their contemporaries usurping his control. For once, Martha enjoyed her mutant heritage. POST-APOCALYPSE Apocalypse’s failure in securing the world as his shined a new light on her mutation. Martha’s disgust transformed into a fixation on expanding her telepathic cache—she wished to act, not hide and admit to Violet’s critiques. What Martha truly wanted, however, was to rejoin her family; Xavier’s offered many opportunities but none replaced James and Barbara Johanssson. Perhaps they weren’t golden as grandparents but near the end, something was growing: an admiration or an appreciation; something that would have blossomed into full-fledged love, possibly. To continue the process she believed developing her powers into a beneficial manifestation would guarantee success. Martha wanted what she could have accomplished during the Apocalypse; the ability to assist, to heal. The exploration of her powers led Martha to discover her apparent natural affinity for telepathic manipulation. But it came with a trade-off: her mind for her body. Specifically, mastering her telepathy cost her combat experience and while she understood the basics, she was incapable of properly utilizing the training. Instead, Martha’s passion for mental expansion took control; becoming a “good” mutant, one her family would respect, was everything. However, this didn’t prevent a trip to the foreign Savage Land, an expedition cut short with the kidnapping of the mutant Elixir by the equally foreign Inhumans. She returned with other students to Xavier’s and after ten days welcomed Elixir and the X-Men rescue team, though he returned comatose and injured. Martha presumed the terrestrial, psychological, and emotional devastation wrought by Apocalypse was an anomaly, an event epitomising rarity and nigh impossible to recreate. However, the Brotherhood’s strike on iconic figures proved impossible didn’t exist in the mutant world; unlike some students and faculty the Pope’s assassination did not activate a personal anger. Raised without any definitive religion, her reaction was magnified with President Kinsey’s murder, an act that convinced her of a far more sinister agenda than imagined. Their cooperation with the X-Men during Apocalypse’s terror seemed insignificant. Her fury grew with the destruction of iconic infrastructure, again at the hands of the Brotherhood. Then, their universe went on a crash course to its demise. The WWX universe seeped into theirs and Hell itself manifested as a threat potentially greater than the Apocalypse: Onslaught. Martha herself had no interactions whatsoever—her telepathic growth was slow and rather insignificant at the time—and remained safe, but her unwavering fear consumed her and she expected the worst. Another combined effort, however, forced Onslaught into defeat—but the damage was unforgettable. PURIFIERS May brought the strangest yet most expected enemy—humankind. It started with Matthew Risman’s implementation as the mayor of New York and his proud anti-mutant sentiments. She had experienced it before at the hands of the Johansson family and was a sore subject for the telepath. Furthermore, it worried her. Like Apocalypse, Risman’s ideologies could very well prove to be contagious (which they of course were), and her own family would be part of it. By then, they’d be convinced mutations were in fact an incurable “disease”. She would need to work fast, to arrive home and demonstrate all she’d learned. But Risman wasn’t all; the Church of Humanity had established itself and its devout followers styled themselves as the Purifiers. To Martha, her hatred towards the Brotherhood would never be surpassed or supplanted. However, it was, even if momentarily. William Stryker’s alleged masterpiece made her physically sick and disgusted with the ignorance of humans everywhere. For once, she pondered if the Brotherhood were right all along… Sporadic riots without specific patterns were their first atrocities. High school history lessons allowed her to liken them to Nazi Germany, a radical comparison but not one lacking truth. The Church of Humanity was, in fact, a cult—one with the sole purpose of liberating mankind from the “mutant plague,” and with Matthew Risman already preaching to the masses, Stryker’s corruption spread even faster. The Purifiers, empowered by their growing bigotry, displayed a new courage through a new tier of ruthlessness. Mutant Town and the museum (a disaster prevented by mutant intervention) showcased nothing of their true capabilities; that came with the unexpected and horrifying torture of the Hellfire Club’s White Queen, who was viciously blinded and returned for all to see. Martha’s dislike temporarily transformed into sympathy—the Brotherhood and Hellfire Club were on the opposite spectrum but their constituents were mutants, and an attack on one mutant was an attack on all. Soon came the startling attack on Mutant Town, an event history would remember as the Night of Broken Glass. Martha’s desire to reconcile with her family became secondary; no longer were the streets safe for mutants. Hers may have been psionic but it was impossible to discern if the Purifiers were watching Xavier’s, although they likely were, keeping track of who left and who arrived. Instead of drowning in her helplessness again she focused on becoming prepared and threw herself into constant training, both physical and mental. Apocalypse and Onslaught were threats the X-Men and the others had quelled even with massive losses. This, however, was far more terrifying: Risman’s accumulation of power and Stryker’s anti-mutant stronghold catered to the innermost fears of humanity—extinction. They were the universal alpha male, the kings of the food chain and the top predator, but now mutants were here to take their place. During her training Martha discovered the ability to possess others, though chose not to experiment when her target’s memories and desires nearly overpowered and trapped her. However, she did become more liberal with other telepathic achievements, like actively reading minds to gather information and manipulating the youngest students so as to induce calmness. All this was kept hidden to avoid angry confrontations and Martha found herself contemplating a darker course, one that emphasized using force against force. The ideology became cemented when X-Corps became the next target. Her anger and dark turn allowed Martha to massively improve both her telepathy and combat skills (although they were still below that of others, something she’s finally come to accept) and she moved up into the Legacy Squad. When Nate Riverette revealed himself as Stryker’s associate and weapon, she joined others in the Savage Land, a decision made entirely on impulse. The desire to fight for mutant rights was there, but the courage had always been missing. SKRULLS Having already visited the Savage Land previously Martha was surprised when they were led to an abandoned temple. Her memories were of infinite treetops with menacing vines and a forest floor clustered with life. Adjusting to Utopia was far from easy; the sounds still haunted everyone, the explosion and screams and blood burned into countless minds. Martha’s inner turmoil—emotional devastation coupled with vengeance served to only destroy from within—upset her telepathy and she was connected to anyone within a now seventy foot range. Akin to the emergence of her mutation she nearly lost consciousness on several instances, though training cultivated over the years prevented an actual blackout. The X-Men’s stay was hardly peaceful: those who chose to remain at home dealt with the trial of Alex Summers and the martial law imposed by Risman, while at Utopia a myriad of tribulations plagued everyone, starting with the Savage Land’s shields trapping them. They ranged from Jean and Scott’s possession by unlikely sources to rogue time travelers to dinosaur attacks. Martha assisted where possible (having only been recently promoted to the Legacy Squad left her in a strange limbo) but generally remained with the students. Her hunger for justice refused to abate, so when those in Utopia gathered as the Brood to combat the Skrull invasion she didn’t hold back. The young girl who only wanted to heal minds had become an ambitious psychic prepared to cross any ethical boundaries when necessary. During this time, she frequently resorted to telepathic possession and was forced to quell a potentially deadly personality alteration (it was quite possible she absorbed minor facets of the Skrull ideology, though they’re gone now) CURRENT HISTORY Cured from the virus, Martha once again set her sights on interacting with the Johanssons; this time, however, it was for an eloquent “fuck you”. Almost dying in the explosion at Xavier’s granted her a new outlook, particularly one that assured her of the legitimacy of this surrogate mutant family. So, with a brief speech memorized and informing only a few close friends, the telepath set out for New York City. A part of her expected flocks of Purifiers and perhaps crucified mutant children. Instead, there were virtually no signs of William Stryker’s abomination (although Matthew Risman remained mayor); upon arriving, Martha found the house painted blue and the central garden uprooted. Even stranger was the face who greeted her: a child. She learned Violet remarried and now lived with her psychiatrist husband while she had returned to university to pursue a career in teaching. She also learned James had died two and a half years prior and Barbara last year. Surprise turned to confusion—she wanted to gloat, to ruin their pathetic lives (especially Violet’s) with her success. Now with two dead and her mother possibly living affluently, what was she to do? Nothing. Martha immediately returned home and refused to speak. The cause for her perceived failure was evidently idiotic but it resided on a cosmic scale for her, so depression was inevitable. Martha assumed they would apologize or ask for her to return or do something to empower her. All that was now impossible. Cyclops’s death months later only furthered her downward spiral and Martha was unsure who the mourning was for. Enveloped by a personal bitterness her usual telepathic counselling to younger students never manifested; now, disenchanted by her mutation, everything appeared worthless. Had Spiral’s #killyourheroes not come nearly a month later Martha would have left Xavier’s. But like everyone she too watched the crazed woman kill Matt Murdock live. Unfortunately, it took this drastic a step to snap her back and reassure her of her importance—she was no longer Martha Johansson, she was Duppel the telepath and it was time to act. But when the mutant Prodigy overrode Danger and effectively locked everyone inside Xavier’s, Martha found herself defenseless. Combating technology was not a specialty of telepaths—Martha found anything without a mind unnerving. Trapped on the first floor, she aided in calming the frightened students, burying her desire to flay whoever was responsible. Only so many could fit within the telepathic radius, however, and Martha was plagued by exhaustion; eventually, she turned to verbal persuasion with slight psychic nudges in between. Her limits were once again tested when the Global Nightmare struck indiscriminately, sparing only the few with telepathic protection. While still delving into and discovering the extent of her psychic powers, Martha volunteered to free the Institute’s afflicted. Unfortunately, this lingering inexperience (something she preferred to style as “harnessing my potential”) nearly left Martha an insane, incoherent mess when a nightmare became overpowering and forced her to withdraw. The time until Exodus’ defeat was spent confined in her room and with zero expression of her telepathy; presented with a myriad of opportunities, she opted for further training and improvement of unimpressive combat techniques. Even a year at Xavier’s instilled a natural precognitive recognition of forthcoming danger; a sixth sense of sorts sculpted by rigorous training exercises and a forced yet necessary relationship with the battlefield. However, Martha admittedly never expected the resurgence of Cyclops or the emergence of the Dark X-Men. It felt like blasphemy fighting former associates, especially when their strikes evoked a primal, white-hot rage that wished to explode and scorch everything in its path. But persistence and strength (both mental and physical, something she proudly exclaimed afterwards) helped prevent any casualties yet also broke whatever control plagued the opposing friends. Some were lost beyond the realm of saving and were pulled into the void that was the Illuminati. In a moment of spare time, Martha found herself recalling previous years, reminiscing (strangely enough) on events that inspired growth and were the foundation for her evolution. Compared to the Skrulls, she noted, the Legacy Squad felt like more than a family. The Illuminati’s eventual access of the M’Kraan Crystal’s stored power unleashed the hellish fury of the Phoenix Force. With each constituent terrorizing various countries and their people, Martha joined others in defending Mutant Town from the further crazed Spiral; in the process of doing so, those in attendance witnessed the true power of just a fraction of the Phoenix—imagining what the whole entity could accomplish was impossible for the imagination to muster. Martha did not directly engage Spiral but instead worked on crowd control and relocating civilians to safety. The sudden warping of the environment into a relentless and merciless garden erected powerful hurdles, but the combined attempt proved a success and, with the Illuminati purged of the Phoenix and defeated, some semblance of normalcy, even if temporary, seemed possible. Martha has recently expressed a desire to join the X-Men themselves and showcase the benevolence of mutants, hopefully bridging the gap between mutant and man. Until then, she remains on the Legacy Squad; empowered by resilience and perseverance she continues to master her telepathy, still housing a morally grey facet unopposed to resorting to psychic manipulation. A few weeks after the Illuminati’s dispatch, she attempted a life of college but quickly left after deciding her mutant responsibilities were of a higher standard. Dedication is a must and it’s something she preaches to the youngest of students. SAMPLE RP POST: Green, almost emerald, faded into a momentary blackness before remerging and fading again; now came a flash of indistinguishable light—as if reflected from a prism and spiralling so the colors merged into a majestic nothing—and then a vast landscape of purplish hues interlaced with blue-white sparks. It appeared unchanged each instance yet the grandeur still left her awestruck for several, seemingly eternal seconds. Nestled into the backdrop were the faint outlines of neurons and synapses, almost inconspicuous except for the sparks fired down chains. But the experience of the self, of being transplanted into this unknown realm, transcended the scenic beauty; observing everything simultaneously with full cognizance broke all definitions of human. Even the abnormality of the X-Gene could not account for it, though the irony remained identifiable. Her disembodied psyche traveled through the dense forest of purples and violets and magentas, and almost felt the excitatory signals shooting throughout the vessel. But business was at hand, even if minor and generally considered petty. A strong yet gentle push shattered her confines, revealing animated images and voices so loud they could be mistaken for any companions. Now came the imaginings of what she claimed were antennae—the true manifestation was likely complex and, she assumed, resembled less of an organic trait. The purpose was simple, though: feel for the destination, the target. Again, her surroundings shattered, leaving a single scene with only three voices. “… too many…” “… at… one…” “… late…” She pushed further until the muddled words formed coherent English. “There are just too many to choose from, darling.” “But everyone has at least one. Barry’s mom has four! And his cousin’s has three, I think.” “C’mon, Mom; what about vanilla? Everyone loves that. Or chocolate! Not even butterscotch? Never mind—you’re too young to like butterscotch.” “Alright, alright: I pick French Vanilla, okay?” Entering the mind entailed a brief fading; exiting was signaled with a dangerous rush it felt as if she’d stumble some several feet. But the conversation remained fresh as ever, and she met two curious sets of green eyes and button noses with a foreshadowing grin. Martha meandered to the nearest chair and played with the switch, lazily watching the lights flash on and off. Both the twins nearly tripped over the others’ legs in a mad dash to retrieve whatever was lost. “So?” “So what?” she replied, feigning innocence and what she considered an endearing absent-mindedness. It humored the telepath to see how desperate the younger students were to unravel the mysteries of the mundane: remembering birthdays, fighting over who asked whom to dances, and every other petty concern that plagued children and tweens. It gave their lives a sense of normalcy they deserved; being whisked away to Xavier’s was never easy for many and integrating themselves into the daily routines and lifestyles was more than a challenge. Martha knew; she had been one of them. So when questions were asked or requests made, she was all too ready to comply. One of the twins—Ophelia was her name, the other being Travis—shook Martha by the arm and made urgent sounds of distress. “You know what,” she groaned, “and we know you’re playing dumb.” Travis nodded hysterically, his brunette bangs bobbing such that Martha was briefly reminded of an Old English Sheepdog. Laying back in the chair she crossed her arms and let a thick layer of silence sit before persistent groans cut through. “Alright! But first stop harassing me or I’ll never tell. She said… French Vanilla!” Both students exchanged glances before racing up the stairs and disappearing with the slamming of a door. She remained seated, a slight smile softening her features; it was one of reminiscence, of days past and memories forgotten. What had life been like before Xavier’s? Before becoming a mutant? There was nothing except names and faces, but they had lost all importance; to Martha, life began and ended at the Institute. The Johansson name was a symbol of recognition and nothing more—all of them were. Whether it was Smith or Davidson or Descroix or Chopra: nothing truly mattered, for their true identities were held in these walls and floorboards and chandeliers. Like a real family. |
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| Logan | Jan 18 2014, 05:22 AM Post #2 |
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I don't see anything that sticks out that may be in need of changing. This is a very good application. However, another admin might read this and find something that I overlooked and ask you for corrections. You have my stamp, but you need two. [S T A M P] |
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| Rho | Jan 22 2014, 05:18 AM Post #3 |
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Density Manipulation, Flight
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7:32 PM Jul 11