Post by Megan Gwynn on Mar 28, 2013 20:51:50 GMT -5
MEGAN GWYNN
PIXIE // 16 // XAVIER INSTITUTE // ALYSON HANNIGAN
"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
:: PERSONALITY ::
If there was one word to describe Megan Gwynn, it would be naive. As a 15 year old girl, she is only slightly more naive than most girls her age. Her mutation requires that she ingest quite a bit more sugar than anybody else, so she tends to come off as hyperactive or a though she has an incredibly short attention span. And really, she does, but it's not her fault.
She holds a child-like innocence despite everything she's been through in life and there is nothing she values more than friendship. Her loyalty is unwavering, her morality unbendable. There's a bubbly, seeming ignorance that comes along with this, and people tend to think that she is stupid because of the speed at which she talks and her inability to keep thoughts to herself but she's quite a bit more intelligent than she comes off.
Pixie is anything but shy, as she seems mostly unable to keep anything to herself at all. She's the very last person you would tell a secret as surely, depending on how excited she is about said secret, within a few minutes the entire school would be privy.
Megan is not difficult to upset at all, but upsetting her in any way is usually met with tears and a huge, accidental dose of Pixie-dust.
"You're not the only one with gifts."
:: MUTATION ::
- :: FLIGHT ::
Pixie has earned her codename mostly because of the pixie-like wings that had manifested on her back. They're translucent with an incandescent sheen to them. She's a bit of a hap-hazardous flier, being distracted easily, though it didn't take her an incredibly long time to master full flight.- :: PIXIE DUST ::
Megan has the ability to emit a sparkling pink dust from glands located where her wings meet her back. This dust is severely hallucinogenic, causing very vivid hallucinations when inhaled or otherwise ingested. She has no control over what the hallucinations are of, each of the affected persons subconscious minds are really in control of that.
"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
:: History ::
Megan had a normal, happy childhood, her mutation not manifesting until her early teen years. She loved to test her limits, playing on her bicycle and jumping from the tops of retaining walls a part of her daily routine. She was quite an active child, playing many different sports with the young children in Abergylid.
Her father, like most other men in their town, worked in the mines. He was a simple man with simple wants, and he was quite happy to work all day and come home to his family at the end of the day and play with his daughter.
Throughout her childhood, Megan was always very close to her father. She appreciated everything that he did for them, how hard he worked only to keep her and her mother happy.
Megan was 13 when her power decided to manifest, at a particularly opportune moment. She was out riding her bicycle, as she so often was, though she wasn't paying quite enough attention to where she was going. It was the screeching tires that caught her attention and, in the very few seconds before she would have been hit, she found herself flying off of her bicycle. Her wings had ripped through the back of her shirt and began to beat viciously, lifting her up to safety.
Her parents had seen the incident from their home up the street and come running to her aid, an incredibly shocked look on both of their faces when they saw how her eyes had changed. Though that had actually manifested in the middle of the night previous, she and her parents had simply neglected to exchange more than a few words on her way out the door to play.
It was amazing to her that while the rest of their community completely shunned her, and she no longer had any friends to play with due to the fear of her mutation and its sudden manifestation, her family accepted her without hesitation. It took them a couple of days to get used to, but before long their routine returned to normal.
It was barely two weeks later when Megan's mother received a phone call that made her break down in tears. Her father had been killed in the mine when it suddenly collapsed. This sent her into fits of depression, and she really didn't know what to do with herself. Rejected from school and her social groups plus losing her father had taken quite the emotional toll on the poor young girl.
Luckily for her, she had been picked up by Xavier on Cerebro shortly after the mining accident. She has spent the past two years working with the staff and trying to control her Pixie dust. She tends to think of everyone at the institute as her friend regardless of what they actually think of her.
"Scream for me."
[/color][/center]:: RP sample ::
The day of getting things ready with her favourite bestie had drawn to a close for Cory Lennox. Her and Terry had gotten a stroller, her crib and numerous other items unpacked from their boxes, put together or installed. There was a mobile hanging from the cieling and the base to the carseat had been installed in the car that Jullian had generously gifted her. It was a good thing he had, too, her two door mustang was far, far below the safety standards of modern vehicles. That much she knew. And she didn't even fit behind the wheel anymore. Well, she did, but she couldn't reach the pedals then. It was a good thing Cory had people willing to cart her big, pregnant ass around.
So her day had come to an end, and she found herself particularly restless on this night. She tossed and turned, switched from comfy pajamas to silken nightgowns and given up on clothes alltogether, had a shower, gone for a walk and nothing could help her sleep. She had been having indigestion issues all day and wasn't quite sure if that's what was still bothering her. She tried for another Tums anyway and lied in bed, squirming quite a bit more before finally falling into a restless sleep for a few hours.
Though at 4 am, she woke up and at first she didn't know why. She got up and walked into her bathroom thinking that might have been the problem. Her due date wasn't for another two weeks so it wasn't until she was lying in bed, staring at her clock that she realized that she was having painless contractions, and they were consistently five minutes apart. And if she hadn't been staring at her clock, she'd have dismissed them as Braxton Hicks and tried to go back to sleep.
The more she tried to figure it out the more uncomfortable the contractions got, and the more uncomfortable they got the more that she worried and eventually, she sent Jullian a text message to tell him it would probably be wise for him to come down to the little caretakers cabin she was living in. If he didn't respond she would call him. Repeatedly. Until he answered.
"Welcome to Mutant High."
[/color][/center]PERRY // LADY // PIXIE // n.a
"Class dismissed."
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