Post by Angelica Jones on Apr 20, 2013 22:05:47 GMT -5
Angelica Anne Jones
Firestar // 28 // Xaviers // Christina Hendricks
"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
:: PERSONALITY ::
Angel is a laid back woman. She loves her job, and is driven to move forward in life. She can be a bit goofy at times, but it's part of her charm. She doesn't really know how lovely she actually is. Where other women know how hot they are and can use that to their advantage Angel doesn't. She knows she's not hideous thats good enough for her. Angel also comes off very innocent. She blushes at sexual innuendos, and often becomes nervous and fidgety.
Angel can come off as shy in the beginning of a relationship, but she's probably just gauging the other persons emotions and personality. She knows when someone won't be able to work with her quirks and when someone can. At least most of the time. She's always up for surprises and loves a good party. Don't let her 'high society' style fool you, she hangs with the guys. She drinks beer and watches football games. She can be very easy to get along with.
When it comes to mutants she is torn. While she wants to be proud to be a mutant she's frightened of her gifts and isn't really sure if she wants them. True its amazing what she could do with them, but her gift in particular could destroy much of the earth. Like the atmosphere for example. She's mindful of other mutants pride, and happy that they have found that confidence. She just isn't there yet.
"You're not the only one with gifts."
:: MUTATION ::
- :: Electromagnetic Manipulation ::
Angel has the ability to convert the electromagnetic energy from her environment into microwave energy. When she does so a microwave aura surrounds her entire being. With this aura she can mentally push it from her to create a number of effects such as heat, light, and radiation. This ability allows her to focus on a target and heat the wave lengths until they combust into fire, melt the target, or cause it to explode.- :: Sense Microwaves ::
Because Angel has the ability to tap into the abient microwaves she also has the ability to sense them. This means she can actually sense cell phone signals and even disrupt electronics with her gifts. Firestar can also siphon heat energy, as well as detect the wavelengths of broadcast transmissions.- :: Fire Flight/Lift ::
Firestar has learned to heat the air around her giving her a substantial amount of lift to push her off of the ground and gain flight. With this ability she has also learned to use it to lift objects. These object are used for assult as the heat of the push will cause them to burst into flames, or worse. She has mastered flight, but not quite the lifting of other objects. This is because she is immune to the heat she creates, but of course other objects are not.- :: Psionic Disruption ::
Firestar hasn't gotten the grasp of this random ability, but on occasion she has been able to disrupt Psionic energy. This does not in any way mean she is immune to psychic attacks, just a bit more of a challenge. This disruption only happens when Firestar is using a high level of microwave energy.- Firestar has shown a slight immunity to her own powers, however other living things in her general area are at great risk. She is practically radioactive and when using her gifts this can be, and is, fatal to most living creatures. Due to this Firestar uses small volumes of her gift to protect those around her as well as the many aspects of the Earth. However in space she is able to draw upon a much vaster amount of power and is much more lenient with holding back. Her slight immunity has also begun to wane, and due to this she may become sterile unless a solution is found.
"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
:: History ::
Angelica Jones was born to two loving parents in New York, New York. She was well taken care of, but not spoiled like so many other girls. Her family wasn't exactly rich, infact they were teetering on poor. So it was more than wonderful news when Angelica gained a scholarship to an all girls Catholic school just outside of New York. She was happy to continue her education, especially at a prestigious school where many of the high society, and successful, went. It was like living in a fairy tale her first day, the cathedral was breathtaking. Then the fairy tale was smashed by Bonnie Derrin.
Bonnie made Angels life at the school a living hell, though the young red head did everything in her power to hide this from her parents. With her mother being diagnosed with cancer, they needed to focus on getting her better rather than Angels teenage drama. However the line was drawn when Bonnie stole the schools most prestigious award from its pedestal and blamed Angel. She was to be expelled... and she couldn't have that. Angel followed the other girl around from a far, wanting to get proof of anything that might clear her.
With an old camera she snapped shots of the other girl both sneaking the award from a hidden compartment in her school desk, but also sneaking a boy and alcohol in. These shots were brought to the headmistress by Angel and her parents and Bonnie was shipped off to public school. It was a victory in the young girls life... Until later that day.
Angel was shoved awake by a frantic Headmistress. Her parents had been in a car crash on their way home. Her mother... didn't make it. It was bad enough that she had cancer, but to die in such a horrendous crash seemed even more tragic. Her father was only slightly hurt, more of a broken heart than anything.
Afterwards her father fell into a pit of depression so hideously deep that he could no longer take care of himself. In attempt to make sure that she got the education she deserved her grandmother moved them in with her. While she went to school in her father moved in with her grandmother. The Elder woman was well enough on her own to make sure that her granddaughter and her son were well taken care of.
Summers came and went and her father began to recover. But their family took yet another deep blow. Her grandmother died in her sleep during her Christmas break. It was the second blow to her psyche that induced her first wave of microwave energy. In a fit of anger and hurt she caught her room to catch fire. She found it did not hurt her, but of course her room.. wasn't so lucky.
Her father, after that, became afraid of her and even more depressed. He tried his best to be there for her, but his fear of her was far overwhelming. However it was just hard for him to understand her mutant abilities, especially when she came home from school with half burnt off clothing, and turned in parental notes with slightly burnt edges. Their relationship dwindled until they were merely two people in the same house. He was no longer father and she was no longer daughter. But such things are the happenings of life, and Angel only saw it as a reason to push harder for things in life. So that she might move out and let her father live his life in peace.
She worked hard in school, and did her best to control what she could. She was often called a firestarter, and served a few nights in jail on more than one occasion. But even through the odds she didn't come out bitter, or angry, only more driven. In the end she held it together and went to college to teach music, training vocally in many different styles. It was all she had in her life of celibacy and solitude.
When she finished her degree and began looking for work her abilities were finally somewhat under control and now she could search for a teaching position. For a while she worked in a public school, but after a mishap the school caught fire. It was ruled as an arson, but not real arsonist was found. For good reason, seeing as Angelica had been the cause.
It was soon after that she searched for a new place, after much personal training to regain full control over her gifts. Searching newspaper ads galore she chose to try Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. Not only was it a private school, much like what she had attended, but it was also a newer facility. Meaning more openings, which was always promising.
She sent her resume, and received a callback shortly after for an interview. Little did she know that this school would be more home to her than anywhere she'd lived since her grandmothers passing. The interview went well, and she was offered the position.
She immediately accepted!
"Scream for me."
[/color][/center]:: RP sample ::
How ironic that it would be an intimate touch that helped her gain an inch of control. All these years... The agonizing ache of just wanting to be held, a simply hug. And it was her hand against a man chest that soothed her enough to breath. She still attributed it to his beating heart. The constant thumping gave her something to focus on. Something to hold onto rather than the unending wave of fears she had due to her mutation. The memories of being told she would never amount to anything, that she would end up alone with nothing but regrets. She tried to open her eyes to look at Remy again, but his eyes sent her reeling.
Her hand tightened on his shirt even more as she instead stared at the base of his throat. It was then that she felt something very familiar. His pulse picked up pace. So did his breathing. She flattened her hand over his heart, as if inspecting further. She stared at the quickened breathing for a moment, her head tilting as if she didn't understand. And for a few short seconds she didn't. But it dawned on her that perhaps she was being a bit too intimate for him. She blushed at the compliment, her cheeks flushing brightly. "Non, monsieur, I do not sink I will ever reach zat point.. But per'aps I will be able to be in a room wis people and not worry if I am about to turn zem all into kebabs.."
Emerald eyes widened with this realization as she gazed up at his face and retracted her hand. But just as she had he snatched both of her hands in his own. Instantly she searched for his pulse with two fingers, pressing them against the vein inside his wrist. While it wasn't as steady as it had been it was still very helpful. She listened to him, still a bit on the mesmerized side of things. How had she simply found something that kept her from bursting into flames? How could she have gone so long forsaking herself the simple joys in life only to realize that perhaps she'd needed them this entire time to fix her control issues?
Honestly she felt like a complete idiot for not trying harder. Sure she had thought of it practically constantly since puberty. So to think she could at least touch a handsome man without killing him was so wonderful she was nearly beaming with joy.
Her fingers lingered on his pulse, lightly brushing over the vein in a comforting gesture. She smiled at him, meeting his eyes if only for a moment. "Monsieur LeBeau, it would be an honor. After what you 'ave 'elped me to do.." She paused and took a deep breath wondering if she would do what she wanted to do. Gingerly she placed her arms around his neck and gave him a soft hug. She lingered for a moment wondering if the beating of his heart was enough to keep her occupied in such closeness. But she reluctantly released him, smiling proudly.
She had to swallow and try to release his hand however to see if she could be excited about such progress without the constant drumming of a heart. She found it was difficult and for a moment she almost had to close her eyes again. She smiled at him brightly, her fingers nervously tangling together in her lap. "Merci, Remy. Truly. I never sought I would ever 'ave zat ability again."
And she meant every word. She hadn't given anyone a hug in years. Not since the passing of her mother and grandmother. It had been damn near ten years. And for someone who find the smallest touch to be needed... well it had been a very rough tenish years. For a while a simple handshake had seemed impossible.
But now, thanks to him, she had hope that perhaps she wouldn't have to live in fear her entire life. Maybe her father was wrong. She didn't have to live her life alone, or in an empty house with only her regrets. True she may never have a family due to her radiation, but she could have friends. Perhaps one day a lover.
She could have a cat!
Strangely that realization struck her like a lightning bolt. An overwhelming joy took her and she was close to tears with just the idea of a semblance of a normal life. He had opened doors that she had long ago padlocked.
Angel placed a hand against her thick lips, smiling beneath her touch. "I.. I'm sorry, I just realized zat I won't 'ave to live in fear forever.." She mumbled. "I will be able to 'ave a pet wissout worrying about murdering ze poor sing." She chuckled, on cloud nine.
But she quickly shook her head, trying to focus on the banquet he spoke of. "Is zis formal or casual?" She suddenly asked, intrigued with seeing how that night would be. Perhaps she would have more control then. Perhaps she would even be able to dance! Of course she would stumble and trip through the entire thing... But she just might be able to enjoy herself for one night!
But it donned on her that she wasn't a staff member and looked at him with a confused expression for a few moments. "Will zey accept me zere? I am not a staff member. I don't even sink zey can consider me a student..." She paused a moment, tapping her nose in thought.
There were just so many possibilities running through her head she could barely keep up with her own thought process. It was truly amazing, and more than a little overwhelming.
Her life could be different.
No.
Her life would be different.
"Welcome to Mutant High."
[/color][/center]Hannii // Lady // Firestarter // n.a
"Class dismissed."
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