Post by Savi Siikriiti on Jul 21, 2013 20:53:20 GMT -5
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"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
Savi Magda Siikriiti
Blitzkreig // 18 // Student // Sara Fabel
"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
:: PERSONALITY ::
Savi is a trouble maker beyond trouble making. She's addicted to fist fights, and won't hesitate to set you on fire for simply looking at her. She's a danger to society and is still amazed they haven't tried to put her into a more 'fitting' facility. Like prison. She could care less what you think of her, unless you mention the fact that she's practically a dwarf. She doesn't like her height being mentioned. She's quick to snap, and is always looking for a fight.
She's addicted to angry music, in all forms. It riles her up. She's known to sneak out whenever possible. The only time she ever seems calm is when she's working on a motor, or drawing. She does have a love for mechanics and will often work on vehicles when no ones around. She loves her cigarettes, and her alcohol. Illegal or not in the US. Laws were meant to be broken in her eyes, and she doesn't mind doing it.
Although she has the ability to blow a hole in the wall and simply leave the school she stays for few reasons. One: as tough as she is she doesn't enjoy living on the street. Two: she refuses to try and live with her useless excuses for parents. Three: there's a garage full of cars here that she can tinker with when no ones looking. Four: she does want to master her abilities, and though she hates it here she knows that this place is the only place that could help her gain full control of her 'gift'. Well at least so far.
When it comes to the humes Savi has a habit of looking down on normal people. She considers mutants superior and thinks that one day they'll simply breed themselves into extinction. Mutants are the next step of evolution.
"You're not the only one with gifts."
:: MUTATION ::
- :: Molecule Agitation ::
Her power allows her to vibrate the molecules in about a 30ft radius. This ability speeds them up and basically ignites just about anything, including people and non-living things. She's basically a human bomb maker. She can turn just about anything into an bomb, though she hasn't yet mastered it completely. Using this on living things, such as a person, takes a lot more out of her. Not only that but seeing as she has yet to master it it can be very temperamental and unpredictable, she may be attempting to simply catch their hand on fire and instead she could end up exploding someones skull. She can only focus on one living thing at a time, meaning if she's up against multiple enemies she's going to have to pick them off one by one, which also tires her out. It takes a lot of concentration for a living bomb, nonliving is easier. With nonliving objects she can focus on at least 3, and sometimes in fits of rage up to 10; she has to be completely 'blood lusted' for that much energy to be exerted. Some mutants are more difficult to 'agitate' due to oddities in their molecular structure.
"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
:: History ::
Savi was born in Helsinki Finland to two rather insignificant parents. German mother, Finnish Father. They didn't have a lot of money, or even a lot of love for their bundle of joy. Needless to say Savi didn't grow up with much discipline, or any sort of positive attention. Her mother was far too drugged up, and her father was simply an empty shell moving day to day. Neither really noticed Savi’s growth, or the fact that when she became angry things suddenly caught fire, or even exploded. Even Savi ignored it.
She took care of herself most of her life, with the help of their neighbor. Of course even he had a price for his help. In school she was nothing but a trouble maker, and was eventually expelled for setting fire to the school mascot... with a student still inside. Charges were pressed and she was sent to an "alternative" school. Not that that did anything to help. Instead she just seemed to rise above the thugs. It was in this facility that she started her regime of pain, finding she enjoyed piercings as well as tattoos. Her first tattoo she received at 14 with “parent” approval. The pain was nothing, just gave her a rush. She became a junkie for fights, and just about anything that could cause a bruise or bleeding. It was her drug of choice, next to tinkering with a motor.
Savi bounced from Juvi hall to Juvi hall for a good 2 years, leaving trouble and adding a few arson charges to her record. She was angry and volatile all the time which certainly didn’t help when you could turn even water explosive. They finally settled her in and she was basically in prison. She had scheduled visitations, though mom and pop never came to see her. Honestly she didn’t give a rats ass. And the day she was let free was the day she met Jean Grey. The woman had simply requested to visit with her, having all the correct paperwork in hand. Or at least that’s what the guards thought.
Their meeting was an intense one. Savi playing the IDGAF role all too well while Jean explained the school. Turning 18 in a couple of months she was looking for a way out. Jean offered her a way out of Juvi and out of her parents grasp. Xaviers Institute. A mutant school where she could hone her explosive gift and, on the plus side, leave her parents in the dust. That was all she cared about. She’d be free. Having heard many things about New York being like Helsinki she was onboard. Of course Jean explained she would have to follow the rules of the school just like every other student. Which meant keeping her temper in check and the fighting to a minimum.
Of course, Savi had said.
But we all know that’s a load of bulls***.
"Scream for me."
[/color][/center]:: RP sample ::
:When she was Annabelle:
The heavy metal music drowned out any noise, and even masked the rumble of the ground. Annabelle could not resist playing her music loud when her idiot of a boss vanished.... To go play doctor with his green haired lady. She couldn't stand the sounds, and seeing as she certainly didn't want to be scarred by the sight of green haired... Nevermind. She didn't want to deal with it. Enough said.
She wiped her hands on her low riding jeans, leaving grease stains. A wrench in one hand and a pair of pliers in the other she pretended to play the drums for a moment. However her green eyes opened quickly as someone prodded at her head. Instant rage dripped through her veins as she snatched the girls two fingers and squeezed, bending them backwards. She quickly shut off the stereo with the remote in her back pocket. "Don f***in touch me." She snapped, her Irish accent thicker than ever.
Bright green eyes seemed to swirl with fire as the red head resisted the urge to turn this interruption into a walking bomb. "I'm not the mechanic." She snapped. "Student." Annabelle rolled her eyes, turning from her to continue her work. She did, afterall, need to replace the engine on a 1969 mustang. Shelby... One fo the only ones ever made, too bad its original owner f***ed it up completely. She had to rebuild that baby from scratch, with no help from the so called mechanic.
"I'm busy, fin Alex." she hissed darkly before staring down the barrel of a tank. Her heart nearly left her mouth as her jaw dropped. Beautiful machine. "I think I jus came..." She whispered to herself, approaching the beautiful war machine. She wanted to make love to it, have its children... "This... This is what you wan me to work on?" She couldn't contain both her excitement as well as her disbelief. She almost touched it until she realized her hands were still black with grease. She pulled the rag from her back pocket, wiping her hands off vigorously.
"This... is an APC." she said, talking to herself. "This is a f***in' '11 M1126 Infantry Carrier Vehicle (8x4) mounted with a 0.50 caliber, 12.7mm M2 machine gun, MK19 40mm grenade launcher and M240 7.62mm machine gun. Armed with four M6 smoke grenade launchers. Built in Pulse Vision Detecters, 3 different kinds of vision, ranging from Thermal to Night Vision, Boomerang Anti-Sniper system and Raytheon Quick Kill Anti-RPG system, Experimental Panzer Quick Kill Flare/Missile System" She recited from memory, finally touching the beautiful thing. The red head placed her cheeck to the metal, letting out a small sigh. "f*** me runnin..." She whispered, her eyes closed a moment. She resisted the urge to dry hump this mastery of machine, stroking it like it were an animal.
That was how you got to Annabelle. She didn't like people. She didn't like animals. She hated flowers and chocolate. The only thing Annabelle cared for was Pyrotechnics, sex, and machines. Specifically any kind of vehicle, but especially machines of mass f***ing destruction....
This. Was. Heaven.
"Welcome to Mutant High."
[/color][/center]Hannii // Lady // Blitzkrieg Bop!! // n.a
"Class dismissed."
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