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[Amara Aquilla]

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Amara Juliana Olivians Aquilla

Magma // 21 // Neutral // Amber Heard

"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]

:: PERSONALITY ::
Amara is a fiercely proud, confident, and sexy young woman. She can go overboard with her nature. She’s an intense individual. She’s extremely proud to be a mutant, and often likes to show off her gifts. She’s got a plethora of sex appeal and has been often described of as a tease. However its her temper one wants to look out for. Much like the fires and volcanoes she controls her temper is extremely explosive and volatile. She usually has a bit of a short fuse and can go off at the stupidest of things.

Amara is very proud of her looks, especially since she doesn’t look anything like her parents. If anything she looks more like her grandmother, who was a pin-up model. She often flaunts her good looks, whether it be to get what she wants or simply because she’s feeling promiscuous. She’s a very outgoing young woman and often finds herself starting conversations for no reason at all. But she’s got a bit of a bad girl streak in her, getting into fights on bad days and enjoying a drink or two behind the teachers backs.

Amara is a major flirt. She loves attention, though she’ll never fully admit it. She doesn’t care if you’re male or female flirting is an option. She’s got very little shame in her and makes many sexual remarks. She’s a go getter, if she wants you or something in particular she’s going to get it or die trying. She’s very blunt, usually, and that gets her in trouble. Some call it brutally honest, saying she lacks tact. She just doesn’t see the point in sugar coating things.

Amara, though she rarely admits it has quite a soft spot for all things Broadway. Its her guilty pleasure. She has quite a few musicals memorized. Dances and songs in all. She wouldn’t mind performing on Broadway in her future, but for the most part she hides her love for show tunes and all that. One could always catch her humming or singing along should it come on. Its simply impossible for her to resist.

"You're not the only one with gifts."

:: MUTATION ::

• :: Geothermal Abilities ::
  Amaras ability gives her the power to manipulate the tectonic plates of the earth. This allows her to cause seismic activity including earth quakes and even calling forth small volcanoes. She can manipulate the molten lava from the Earth’s core. With this molten rock she can create projectiles. When using this ability she assumes her molten form. In this form she can be used as a light source, and she emits high temperatures. Her gift also allows her to create a flame that can be used as light or another type of projectile. She does not need her molten form to perform all of the aspects of her gift, small tremors can be created without this form. She cannot, however, call forth lava without this form. Due to this ability she is also immune to volcanic gases, heat, and flame itself.
  
  
• :: Flight ::
  Much like Firestars ability to fly she is able to reach the same effect. With powerful waves of heat to move her she is able to gain lift and fly through the air. This requires a large amount of concentration. She prefers to stay grounded, but it is an important gift none the less.
  
  
• :: Regeneration ::
  When in contact with the ear Amara is able to have some semblance of regeneration, it is by no means as accelerated as Wolverines, for example, but it can be very useful in team fights. She regenerates much faster when she is submerged within the earth. Her regeneration is cut off when she is no longer in contact with the earth or suffers an injury that is too great she will die. She may also close minor to major wounds by switching from human to molten form. The heat is so great that it cauterizes the wound, effectively creating a seal.
  
  
• :: Weakness ::
  When not in contact with the earth for a long periods of time, IE more than two weeks, she will become ill. It is much like sea sickness. She becomes sick to her stomach, and quite dizzy. Her body temperature drops, as it usually runs a few degrees warmer than most humans. [101 degrees.] [97 degrees when ill.] This is one of the reasons for her preference to stay grounded.
  

"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."

:: History ::
Born in to a well off family in Rome would usually seem like the beginning to a sweet childhood. Instead, for Amara, it was the beginning of nothing but stress. Her father was a big shot lawyer, while her mother was a successful magazine photographer. Between the two of them they rarely had time for the child they had borne. She assumed that she was born simply to keep up their happy family appearance. Since both of them were having affairs and hated each other as much as she hated them it only made sense that way.

Amara spent her childhood years making their life difficult. She has always been a bit of a trouble maker. For her father it was stealing his most important documents the day before a big murder case. Her mother it was ruining her original prints. All of this just to show them how much she detested them, as well as to get attention. It was the only time they knew she existed. When she started school it was even worse. She actually tried in the beginning, thinking that grades might catch their eye. Nada. Completely ignored.

But because of their complete disregard for her and anything she did she was sure to take their credit cards and indulge every last fantasy with her nanny. She started her daily trips to the mall at 9. It was there that she often ran the bill up with useless crap and a few things she’d actually use. It was because of her shopping that she met the best person in the world to her. But that was after her powers appeared.

At twelve Amara hit puberty, and with puberty came her gift. She had been at home, sweating in the middle of December. She would go outside and steam would rise from her skin. She thought nothing of it, assuming she was ill. Eventually her temperature leveled out, though it was always higher than those around her. That was the first clue that something was coming. Her powers didn’t fully surface until her 13th birthday. April Fools Day.

She had thrown herself a party, inviting everyone over for an indoor swimming party. The turn up was awesome, and Amara was ready to bask in the birthday girl spotlight. However her guests had other plans. None of them were really friends with her, she had always been a loner. And at her own party it was no different. Though there was Jack. Jack was her one and only friend, and her undying crush. They were joined at the hip, and she liked it that way. That day ruined that for her.

Amara had run to the kitchen to get the chefs to bring more pizza, as well as the cake. When she came back to the in ground pool room Jack was making out with none other than Serena Makris. Amara considered her a snotty twat who wanted everything Amara already had. Now she wanted what Amara didn’t have… Her temper flared and she stomped over to tear the two apart. When she touched her nemesis the girl screamed that she was burning her, but Amara had already thrown her into the deep end of the pool. In a result one of Serenas meangirl friends decided to return the favor. The young brunette approached Amara and tried to shove her in the pool.

What happened was not what anyone had expected.

Amara took the girl with her, and in the midst of throwing a heavy punch the water around her began to grow hotter and hotter. She released the meangirl, looking down at her body. She could feel the heat begin to bloom, cover her skin. It sprouted and cracked, encasing her in a molten form. By then everyone was screaming, some having the nerve to call her a monster in her own house. She could deal with that. That was easy. It was Jack that sent her over the edge. He stood at the end of the pool room, a look of pure revulsion on his face. She moved out of the pool, steam rising from her form.

“Get the hell away from me you mutant!”

She was certain everyone in that house heard the breaking of her heart as her one and only friend completely shut her down. They also heard the very clear wording of f*** YOU. And with that shot of anger the room shook as a small earthquake erupted beneath the house. Panic spread and more and more people piled towards the door. Still some poked at her, how sorry they were when the bottom of the pool ripped open and a small volcanoes spewed hot lava. Luckily no one was killed or badly injured.

Except Amara.

She became a social pariah. She refused to return to school. She refused to do much of anything. It took weeks to get her to eat again, even longer for her to even show her face outside of the house. Her parents, tired of getting calls from the school, finally set up a home schooling tutor. She hated that just as much as anyone else. She made that woman’s life a living hell for two years before she quit and another had to be found. The second tutor was much more resilient, and she pushed for Amara to stop hiding who she was from the world.

It took longer for her new found tutor to break under Amaras bad attitude, but the young woman was lucky. Her parents decided that they could no longer be the laughing stock of their country club parties, so to speak. Her mother was granted a temporary visa to find work in the United States and with that her family was off on an adventure. Her father found work quickly, becoming a well known lawyer in the East Coast. And all was well. For them.

Amara was still having some issues, not wanting to integrate with the world. Her parents had given up on her, not even bothering to find her a tutor anymore. She was on her own when it came to education, but of course there is always someone willing to care. In Amaras case it was her fathers Driver. He had been hired right off the bat when they moved to New York. A kind older gentleman who was always encouraging Amara to try and find her place in society. He would drag her out of the house, kicking and screaming, and take her through the streets of New York. Eventually he convinced her to go to Broadway shows and she immersed herself in them rather than true interaction. But it was becoming more and more unhealthy. So he had another idea. When she was about 16 or so Miles decided to try something new. The elderly man snatched her up, telling her they were going to a new rendition of CATS.

Of course that is not where they ended up.

The young mutant was not happy about their location. The mall, the most teen infested rat hole in the Bay Ridge area. But it was here that she met her very best friend. Tabby Smith. Amara had been going into the same store as her. She had bumped into her, thinking it was one of her old school mates she’d thrown out a rude comment. Her eyes were on the ground and the first thing she saw were the older girls shoes. She was thrown off by the knee high boots, she didn’t know anyone at her old school with that kind of style.

“Those boots are f***in sick.”

And with those words their friendship blossomed. It was Tabby that brought Amara back to life. The younger girl had been an empty shell, void of confidence and filled with fear of her own powers. Tabby had shown her that there was more to being a “freak”. She took much of her tastes from Tabby, finding she truly enjoyed much of her best friends ideas and lifestyle choices. Including dancing. It was Tabby that helped her find her talent, and her hobby. She taught her a few moves as well.

Because of Tabby she got out of the house more often, began taking dance lessons and classes. That is how she learned ballet, contemporary, and hip-hop dancing.

Amara became more and more in love with Tabby in a fraternal sort of way. She admired the older woman, and wanted nothing more than to ditch her drag of a family and move in with her. And she would have tried had her parents not shipped her off to Mutant lockdown, aka Xaviers, after they’d been approached by a lovely red haired woman from the school. She spewed off some rabble about being able to help Amara, teach her control. Amara wasn’t too fond of that. She liked her unending freedom, and school would definitely take some of that away.

She was right, of course. There’s always rules at school, rules that Amara was sure to break. She was a known trouble maker, but never had terrible grades. It was obvious she just had an issue with authority. She didn’t like being restricted. Which was another reason why Tabby was such a big part of her life. Her best friend saved her from summers of endless boredom or unwanted parental conversations.

It was with Tabby that she even discovered her weakness. The older mutant had arranged a month long cruise during her summer break, and Amara was all for the away time. All had gone so well…. For about a week. It soon became apparent that Amara was ill. She would grow nauseous, and dizzy. Her temperature dropped exponentially. It became clear that her body needed land to survive. They tried to get the cruise liner captain, and med bay, to send a boat to collect them. When they refused and Amara kept getting worse Tabby took matters into her own hands. She snuck on deck in the middle of the night and released one of the extra boats with a motor, and a few stolen jugs of gasoline. They made their getaway to land.

That was twice that Tabby had saved her, and Amara admired her even more.

Back at Xaviers she began to grow into her own skin. Her confidence rose, and she gained a severe love for her mutant gifts. Her personality blossomed and turned into what it is today. Even through the mutant kidnapping, at Xaviers, she held onto that. In the beginning, the tests they did on her weren’t successful as she would simply turn to her molten form and they could no longer get close enough. She tried to melt her way out of the cage they had provided as well as free her classmates but they got a little smart. They suspended her while she slept, keeping her from touching the Earth at all. Her strength waned and they were able to perform whatever tests they had planned. She doesn’t remember much of that. Whether it is repressed or not is the mystery.

The death of the Professor didn’t hit her all that hard. She was fond of the man, he was an inspiration; but she didn’t understand him. He wanted coexistence, she was all fire and anger. She wanted revenge. But she didn't use that anger against humans. While she held a bit of hard feelings towards them Amara wouldn't let herself become a mutant terrorist.

Besides why should she? She could turn into friggin lava. What could they do?

Once the school closed down Amara continued her education in private with the help of Tabby and of course Miles. After gaining a better amount of control she applied for Juilliard, tried out, and thank the heavens got in. Now studying dance in every form she can she plans on seeing her name in lights on broadway. Singing and dancing, but mostly dancing.

She wants to burn up the stage.. well maybe not literally.

"Scream for me."

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:: RP sample ::
Her vision was blurred and she hated herself for showing such weakness. Amara was known for being strong, tough. She was known for kicking asses when she needed too, and never letting anything get under her skin. So why was she running away, and crying for christ sakes? Why? Because she could be a real idiot sometimes. How could she have let him get to her so easily? Of course she was just another piece of tail, that's all she ever was to a man. Amara rushed further, noticing a few people starting to stare. She wanted nothing more than to throw a few punches, prove dominance, but the lungs hadn't returned to her lungs just yet.

And just when she thought she was going to make it to the exit. Just when she thought she'd be able to breath... He pulled her back. His hand wrapped around her wrist and like a reflex she turned around to slap him. She caught herself at the last minute, yanking it back to her side. Now he'd be able to see the tears. For once she was glad she'd worn water-proof eye liner and mascara.. Either way she looked and felt pitiful.

Stupid Amara.

She internally dug a hole and wished she could throw herself into it. She had spilled her guts to him... She remembered Thanksgiving and frowned, feeling the hurt boil upwards even more. Drunk or not she had shared more with him than anyone, maybe even more than Tabby. The things he had said.. She had been living in a dream to believe him. To hope that maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth. That the drop dead gorgeous country boy would be the one with the golden heart.

But all she could hear is Jebs voice in her head, practically screaming and laughing at her. She was a joke... That was all.

Amara met Sams eyes, knowing all of that was bubbling behind her usually ocean blue eyes. Now they appeared murky and troubled, as if the storm in her mind were the raging hurricane of nature. She found it was difficult to look at him. He looked so genuine, it was how he'd managed to push so far beneath her bad girl surface.

In spite of herself she found herself burying her face into her hands, trying to hide the fact that she was crying like a child. "It is hard for someone like me to believe otherwise, Sam.." she choked out, avoiding his face. She couldn't stand to hear the anger in his tone, or see the hurt on his face. Her head was playing tricks on her.

Or he was a very good actor.

"What man would willingly choose someone so broken?" She whispered to herself, closing her eyes a moment. She was trying to gain an ounce of composure. Already she had shown him too much weakness, a side of her that no one was supposed to know about.

But Amara was much like the power she wielded. Much like a volcano her emotions were unpredictable. Sometimes she would erupt when one assumed she was dormant. Not even she knew what would happen when it came to what she felt. She'd much rather bury those pesky human niceties and live her life as she had.

Empty.

Devoid.

Amara placed a hand on his cheek, unable to keep herself from doing so. Her eyes stared at his lips as she trailed her fingers across them. "I'm not the girl you choose for keeps, passerotto. I'm the girl you pick for a fling. The girl in the wild stories you tell your buddies about at a bar." She looked pained as she dropped her hands to her sides. "I'm not classy..." She clutched the pendant once more, wishing she could find the strength to tear it from her neck and give it to him.

But she couldn't... No matter how hard she tried.

She rambled in Italian for a moment, shaking her head. And even though she wanted to slap him for making her feel this way, she wanted to be wrapped in his arms.

Damn him..

It was then that she heard Jebs voice. Her blue eyes snapped open, peering at him. A pang of confusion hit her once more and she gawked between the two brothers. And then the white hot fury overtook her.

How could anyone be so cruel? Amara could say mean things, but she could never... say something like that. She stared at Jeb, her face tear stained, and the anger raged beneath her flesh. She felt her hands begin to shift, the molten form reacting to her strong wildfire of emotions.

She had potentially ruined something amazing simply because she was so damn insecure that one sentence from an angry brother sent her spiraling.

This was what true madness felt like.

She took two steps forward, feeling the heat rise further up her arms. She wanted to slap him, but Amara knew it wasn't her place to punish him. She wanted nothing more but to inflict just an ounce of the pain she felt on the younger Guthrie. But despite what everyone thought, Amara had a good heart. She didn't feel right about it. So instead she glared at him, her throat tight with the anguish of the past ten minutes.

If she had ever been good enough for Sam, she now knew it had been a fairytale in her head. How could he want her now?

"Just.. go." She managed to squeak out at Jeb, her eyes stinging with tears she refused to shed.

"Welcome to Mutant High."

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Hannii // Lady // Hot MAG-MUH! // n.a

"Class dismissed."

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[Jean Grey]