Post by Regan Wyngarde on Apr 24, 2013 5:45:10 GMT -5
Regan Jezebel Wyngarde
Lady Mastermind // 18 // Lehnsherr // Jade Bryce
"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
:: PERSONALITY ::
Regan is an intense young woman. The air that surrounds her simply screams "bad girl". Regan isn't one to follow rules unless they suit her. She's brutally honest almost to the point of rudeness, actually scratch the almost. She cares very little of what other people think of her, at least outwardly. Regan gets what Regan wants, and she'll do just about anything to attain it. She's a bit of a party animal, finding she can let her guard down; if only for a few moments of a son, to dance.
Regan's personality is that of a spoiled princess. She's vain and comes off a bit cruel. She is confident in herself and her abilities, possibly too confident. She's a bit off her rocker at times and can come off as a creepy, sexy, sociopath. She's slippery and very sneaky. She's stubborn as a mule, and thinks herself never wrong. She lies easily, manipulation is not beneath her.
She has a quick temper and can turn into a snake at the tiniest insults, but she can also confuse you and be calm as ever. She almost suffers from multiple personalities at times as you never truly know what you're to expect from her in a situation. She's a bit of a toss up in a situation, and it very impulsive. In short, she does what she wants when she wants.
Please note: Violence is not beneath her! If anything it is an answer for her!
"You're not the only one with gifts."
:: MUTATION ::
- :: Illusion Creation ::
Regan possesses the mutant power to project extremely convincing and realistic illusions into the minds of others, the same ability her father had.
Her illusions are hypnotic, and her victims tend to accept them as fact, even when the images and scenarios they are confronted with involve sudden changes to the world around them, or are inconsistent or improbable. And due to this they can be used as a very effective brainwashing tool.
Regan's powers also have psychosomatic effects meaning it can also kill, as her victims' bodies respond as if her illusions are real. For instance if she were to project that her victim is drowning their body will react in suffocation even with no water and sufficient amounts of oxygen. Should she project a stabbing the victim will actually seep blood from their pores as if actually being stabbed.
Also, her illusions can put enemies in a coma-like state, by telepathically trapping her enemies' minds in a maze from which there's no escape. This technique, when combined with a psychic chaff that Regan is also capable of emitting, is an effective tool against even the most powerful of telepaths.- :: Telepathy ::
In addition, unlike her father, both Regan and her half-sister Martinique have limited telepathic abilities that enable them to read their opponent's mind and make their illusions all the more accurate for it, with limited telepathic communication. Regan's illusions have also been shown to persist even after she has been rendered unconscious.
"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
:: History ::
Born in Genosha on December 27th.
Regan, from her early childhood, was expected to be a mutant. Her father was a very pro-mutant man, nearly parading his abilities in front of the 'normals'. Her father shares the same gift she possesses and her half-sister, Martinique, does as well. From a very delicate age her father pushed her and her sister to find out if they shared the mutant gene, and with such constant pestering Regan's gifts did indeed appear at the young age of 9 years old. Her sister's manifested soon after.
Once he found that both his daughters shared similar gifts to his own he began training them, giving them rigorous lessons that he had to learn the hard way. Regan was by far his favorite, but as an attempt at making her half-sister feel equally adored he spent much more time with her. He simply assumed Regan knew she was favored. Regan was far more impressive when her abilities began to develop, mostly because her illusions could brink on reality. Not only that, but she excelled in any task he gave her while her sister did her best to keep up. He showered both of them with love and tried to make up for his extra time spent with Martinique to Regan with gifts; which wasn't difficult to do when they were treated like royalty on Genosha. But Regan was not satisfied with such feeble attempts in affection.
Having daddy issues Regan became somewhat of a violent brat in school. She did well to hide her abilities most of the time but when her temper snapped she would find they were most useful on teachers. She was becoming destructive and as a result her father took her out of the school system and did his best to teach her himself. She was stubborn and angry with him, but listened none the less.
As she grew into a lovely young woman her abilities grew stronger. Her abilities simply seemed to become more and more intimate, more aggressive. She was lucky to have a good handle on them otherwise people for miles would have been trapped in illusions without her knowing how to relinquish them. But as she grew more and more talented with her abilities her father felt she needed another teacher and with two schools coming to light he had his options.
So which would it be? They spoke of where she might 'belong' and finally it was decided that Lehnsherr's Institute was a better fit. She was enrolled immediately and awaits the journey to her knew 'home'.
"Scream for me."
[/color][/center]:: RP sample ::
Regan stepped into the garage of the institution. She smiled to herself, peering down the long line of vehicles. From her leather pants she removed her set of keys. Her boots clicked on the floor as she slithered through the lines. Finally she stopped in front of her custom made Harley. She ran a finger over the seat, smiling to herself. Regan threw her leg over the machine and turned her beast on. A dazzling smirk fell over her face as she revved the engine a bit to listen to the glorious rumble. She reached for the helmet that lay on the ground, unloved. Reluctantly she placed it over her head, tucking blond locks away as well as her headphones. It was moment later that she sped away, eyes practically closed with the enticing rumble.
Speeding, she made her way to New York City. No real reason brought her to the city that never slept, except perhaps a drink... and a chance to play. At the institute it was always rules rules rules. She wasn't 'allowed' to use her gifts on others... Not that it honestly stopped her. Regan didn't give a damn about their rules. She stayed because it was a place to live. Not to mention the wandering eye candy. She smirked inside her helmet, wondering how the men of Mutant High thought the same about the women. It wouldn't surprise her. Regan was one among the many lovely faces at Mutant High, and she was one of the legal ones.
Finally she stopped at a small bar that looked somewhat inviting. Though Regan enjoyed attention she usually shied away from the 'clubs' and what not. She didn't enjoy their thumping techno bullshit. Regan much preferred the bars that played lots of.. well Rock. Parking her bike, practically on the sidewalk, she hopped off her bike. Regan pulled her helmet off, letting her long slightly curled hair loose. Hipping the cap she strolled into the bar, a mischievous smile on her face.
"Heya Kyle. You know what I want." She huffed, placing her helmet on the bar. The bartender placed two shot glasses on the bar and filled them with dark liquid. He then placed two cups on the bar, filling them with a lighter liquid. She grinned dropping one shot into the cup and drinking it quickly. With a sly grin she winked at him and downed the second. "Woo!" She huffed, licking her lips. "I do love my Bombs."
She grinned as he placed a cup of soda on the bar and poured a bit of rum in. She turned on her stool to look about the bar, sipping her Coke and Rum. "Nice blend, Kyle. Perfect tonight." He grunted his thank you, though the man never took his eyes of the blond. "Anything interesting happen around here?" She chuckled turning vivid green eyes back to him.
Dumbfounded he stumbled over words, but eventually gave her a soft no. She raised a brow, but turned back to the bar. One of the customers approached her, grabbing at the zipper of her leather jacket. Before she swatted his hand away he yanked downward, giving himself an intoxicating view of cleavage. He grinned, drunk, and she replied happily with a fist. He stumbled backward, shook his head and returned with just as much grab. Bartender Kyle reached around her to shove at him but it was a bit late for that. Regan blinked and watched as the customer slowly sunk deeper into her illusion.
She raised a brow, smirking slyly. She could toy with this prick all evening and no one would even know. A hint of cruelty stained her lovely features as she watched him twirl in panic; lost in the consuming darkness. She could sense his fear, knew his every phobia. It was all so very delicious...
"Welcome to Mutant High."
[/color][/center]Hannii // Lady // Queen of Illusion // Excelsior!
"Class dismissed."
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