Post by Tabby Smith on Apr 4, 2013 1:06:52 GMT -5
Tabitha Smith
Boomer // 25 // Neutral // Michelle Trachtenberg
"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
:: PERSONALITY ::
Tabby seems to be quite outgoing. Always the life of the party, the center of attention, she is the first to put on a show of her powers. Tabby uses this attention-grabbing mask to cover up her incredibly self-conscious personality. She has this air of over confidence and it tends to cover up her issues quite nicely.
It takes a long time for someone to actually gain her trust, and nobody knows anything about her at this point. Having been through a lot of bulls*** she tends to surround herself with people so that she doesn't have time to let her mind wander too far.
Tabby is incredibly personable and very easy to approach, she's incredibly friendly though the people that do approach her tend to get swept up in her high-energy attitude. She tends to get a little bit clingy with her friends, the few that she does let in, and unfortunately that seems to drive people away.
"You're not the only one with gifts."
:: MUTATION ::
- :: TimeBombs ::
Tabitha can create little balls of plasma energy that explode, which can range in size from approximately the size of a marble to the size of a beach ball. The bigger the size, the more powerful the explosion. The marble-sized 'time bombs' she often uses as pranks, as they cause little to no damage, while the beach ball sized time bombs knock people back with concussive force, more often than not knocking them out. She tends to try to stay relatively far away from whatever form of blast she's concocted, as she is not immune to her own bombs.
"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
:: History ::
Tabitha was born in Roanoke, Virginia to an unstable family. Her parents split when she was very young, and she stayed with her father for the majority of her childhood.
Her father was a commanding and inconsistent man, often paying little to no attention to her, as long as her chores were done. Left to her own devices, she became a thrifty and street-smart young lady. She learned very quickly the places that she should and should not go and how to avoid tough situations.
Tabby's childhood was not particularly eventful. When she discovered her powers at the age of 13, however, as a way of getting back at her father for everything he'd put her through, she placed one of her little time-bombs into his food. As a form of discipline, he'd beaten her almost senseless. This was not an uncommon thing in her childhood, though it had never been so bad. They went on like this, daily, for about a week before she decided she'd had enough and ran away from home to a neighbouring town.
For five years Tabby lived on the streets, being used and abused and falling prey to drug dealers and users alike. She had a rough go of it until she decided to clean up her act and start saving up the money she stole to move to New York City.
Eventually, though it was a very difficult feat, she managed to find her way there and miraculously land an apartment. It was a dump, but it was a place to live. Before long, she began to make friends and although she was never really on the cutting edge of style, she was asked to model by an acquaintance of a friend of hers and over the next three years actually managed to make a bit of a name for herself as a model, bar tending to fill in the gaps in her finances.
Tabby began to put away all of the money she made modelling and using only what she needed to to survive and quickly saved up enough to get into a better apartment. Two bedrooms with lots of space, it wasn't the best place in New York but it was better than the roach infested dump she had been living in.
Now at the age of 22, the young woman is still bar tending in New York and still at a complete loss as to why she has these powers. She seems to have slipped through the cracks and she has learned a moderate amount of control on her own.
"Scream for me."
[/color][/center]:: RP sample ::
Tonight was one of those nights for Tabitha Smith. One of those nights that frequently happened when she decided to start taking her meds again... but not to stop drinking. She doubted she could stop drinking if she wanted to. An alcoholic if ever there was one, Tabby had hit the hole in the wall bar that had replaced the one that she had blown up the night she met Kitty. And the one she used to strip at too, she couldn't go back there after having blown up the stage. She was a lucky girl her boss had never cared to learn her real name... and that she didn't have anything registered to the same name.
There were perks in hiding from your father.
She spotted a guy wandering up to the bar that looked about as f***ed up as she was, though the combination of substances was probably different. But she was completely gone at this point. Tonight she wore a pink and black striped sweater over a tiny black skirt with flat boots this time so she didn't make a fool of herself stumbling drunkenly around the bar. That had been happening far too much as of late.
She had little to no social filters on a good day, and today was worse than usual. Not to mention, that guy was reeeeaaaallllyyy pretty. The room was spinning as she approached, yet she maintained some semblance of dignity and 'sobriety'. It was obvious she was f***ed up, just not how f***ed up she actually was.
"You look like you could use a single-serving friend for a night," she said as she sat on a stool next to him. She wondered if he understood she didn't mean to pry. She didn't want anything more than a good distraction for the night.
"Welcome to Mutant High."
[/color][/center]Perrybunz // Lady // Boomer // n.a
"Class dismissed."
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