Post by Theresa Cassidy on Apr 16, 2013 22:39:16 GMT -5
Theresa Maeve Rourke Cassidy
Siryn // 18 // Neutral // Bryce Dallas Howard
"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
:: PERSONALITY ::
Theresa, or Reese, is a friendly young woman, but she tends to be a bit shy. Her gifts make her very cautious as she fears even her laugh will cause some sort of ruckus. While she does her very best to go unnoticed she does wish she could give into her selfish whims. Reese would like nothing more than to be able to laugh and joke like other girls her age. However struggling with a gift that could potentially decimate a city block with one small mistake... she has grown cautious, finding refuge only in music.
Reese is a skilled vocalist as well as violinist. When she believes no one is around to be affected by her voice she will sing until her hearts content, otherwise she uses the Violin to reduce the amount of stress her gift weighs on her.
Reese is, underneath the 'shy' exterior, a bit of a party animal. If she could avoid all mishaps with her voice she'd be going to every shindig in a five mile radius. She loves to dance, and of course to sing. Behind her fear of losing control is a genuinely fun person just aching for a chance at freedom. On top of being, or wanting, to be a party animal she is most ardently a flirt. It's natural to her and at times, even now, she finds it hard to resist. She does her best, however, in fear that her voice may entrap some poor defenseless young man and she won't know how to release him.
"You're not the only one with gifts."
:: MUTATION ::
- :: Sonic Powers ::
Reese has the ability to create high decibel 'sonic screams' with her vocal chords. With different pitch levels she can even deflect projectiles. She can use this gift to locate objects with echolocation. Emitting different levels of decibels create different effects; shattering objects, sending concussive sonic blasts, even causing immediate pain, unconsciousness, or nausea and vomiting. Due to her own mutation she has a resistance to would be harmful sounds and vibrations. Unless these are emitted from a mutant with sonic-based powers. She can also prevent others from hearing external sounds by a certain vocal pitch so that she can secretly deliver messages to them- :: Flight ::
While screaming she is able to attain flight at the speed of sound.- :: Psionic Powers ::
The gift to create a force field to protect her against her own sonic vibrations in assisting her to fly and direct her powers more accurately.- :: Vocal Influence ::
Reese has the ability to influence those around her much like the mythological creature her codename is named for. She can place them in a hypnotic state that renders them practically servants to her needs. With this gift she is also able to make others fall in love with her, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. Of course this is only a trick of her voice and is not permanent nor 'true' love.
"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
:: History ::
Theresa Maeve Rourke Cassidy was born to Sean and Maeve Cassidy in Dublin Ireland. However upon her birth Sean was busy working for INTERPOL in the Gulf War. Shortly after her birth Maeve Cassidy was killed in an IRA bombing. Seans rival, boss, and cousin; Thomas Cassidy, broke the news to Sean about his wifes death, leading him to believe that his daughter had been lost as well. Thomas took Reese for himself, moving her to his private residence on Aughinish Isle off the coast of Ireland. From that point on he was her father, and never once did Reese think otherwise. Afterall he had photographs with her mother, he had her birth certificate, she had no reason not to believe he was her father.
Growing up in Aughinish was a pleasure. The Isle was pleasantly bustling, and filled with music festivals galore. From a young age she took to singing, and practiced constantly. It was her favorite pastime. As a young child she had many friendships, and was a rambunctious young girl. She always found herself in some sort of trouble, having strayed too far for her own adventure. It was apparent that Reese was not a shy girl, and she was destined to be the outgoing child among the many shy.
But fate would have it a different way. At fourteen years old she and Tom had made a trip to Dublin, visiting her mothers grave, a bomb went off and nearly buried the two beneath an overpass. The IRA were still in full force and fear overtook the young girl, imagining that she was about to meet her mother in the afterlife. But that fear was overrun with pain. Debris had trapped them, but it had also grazed her leg; knocking her knee out of socket. Once the shock began to fade and the pain took over all she could do was scream.
This was when her gifts kicked in.
She shattered glass for blocks, and sent men and women to their knees in pain. It was Thomas Cassidy who finally knocked her out, hitting her over the back of her head with a large piece of concrete. When she woke they'd been saved, her leg had already been put in a cast for healing, and all seemed well. She hadn't even realized what she'd done, the trouble that was headed her way.
From that day fourth everything was more difficult. She could barely talk to people without inflicting some sort of side effect due to her vocal abilities. Her singing voice had only become more lovely, but most of the time it trapped some poor soul to do her bidding until she released them; which she wasn't sure how to in the first place.
For years she struggled with this, reverting inward and trying to simply become a shy person. Tom Cassidy even tried to train her, but unlike her true father he didn't have the same kind of mutation. Controlling something so delicate was beyond him, and in turn it only frustrated the both of them.
It was only two years later that Thomas was offered a prestigious position with a mysterious man named Shaw. Reese knew nothing of it, thinking her 'father' had been offered a job with the American CIA. They promptly moved to New York where she was enrolled in both private lessons and public school. Since the move to the Americas, as she likes to call it, she has hidden even further within herself. There is no where to be alone in New York, no where for her to sing without the fear of harming someone.
In short. It's miserable.
"Scream for me."
[/color][/center]:: RP sample ::
Reese sat on the roof of the Crescent Shopping Center. Below her people were briskly walking to their cars. Older women were tugging at their shawls as teenagers her age joked and laughed. A soft sigh passed through her pale lips as she gazed down at them. The joy on their faces as they interacted with one another. She longed to be able to do just that. Not to worry about the consequences of just one laugh, just one phrase. Even the act of talking could be dangerous for them. What as she?
Reese pushed off of the roofs wall, her arms swaying back and fourth as she headed towards the door. Her break was over, in fact it had ended nearly ten minutes ago, but seeing as her father owned the damn shop she didn't see the harm in daydreaming just a while longer. Sure, he'd be upset with her for about a second and then they'd carry on as if nothing had changed. The young redhead stole another glance over the roofs brim, catching the eye of one of the boys down below.
He turned his face upward to her, meeting her crystal blue gaze with interest. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips and Reese only gave him a glimpse of one of her own. It was such a bad habit, that. Flirting, even from afar, when she knew nothing could come of it. What if they got into an argument? So many bad things could happen. And what if they... Well she wouldn't even go there.
Reese tore open the door to the flight of stairs that'd take her back to her fathers music shop. It seemed out of place in the massive mall, selling musical instruments and classical CDs on one side of the store as well as modern music on the other. Still they did well for themselves, and she didn't have to worry about searching endlessly for a job.
Walking the security halls back to work she nodded at the few familiar security officers that passed her by. One stopped to question her, obviously new, and she merely flashed her name badge and went on her merry way. He'd know soon enough that she made a trip to the roof at least twice a day during work hours. It was her safe haven, a place where she could dream and think. On occasion, when her father worked late, she'd even use it as her stage.
That roof was magic to her.
"Welcome to Mutant High."
[/color][/center]Hannii // Lass // Ember Song of the Irish // n.a
"Class dismissed."
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