Post by Laura Kinney on Aug 4, 2013 20:59:47 GMT -5
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"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
LAURA RENEE KINNEY
X-23 // Sixteen // Neutral // Tatiana Maslany
"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
:: PERSONALITY ::
Laura gives off an icy air when one first meets her. She isn't one to have an actual 'meeting' per se, as most of her meetings are battles, and she is typically the last thing a person sees before they die. Laura is hated or perhaps strongly disliked by others that know of her existence because of her harsh, cold attitude. She is strict, precise, and never uses any sort of slang when speaking, despite her apparent age of sixteen. She was raised without the benefit, or lack thereof of outside influences, such as television, radio, or video games, and thus her 'self' projection is, at best a cold one.
She is quite different with the two main people in her life, at this point. With her surrogate mother, Sarah Kinney, she is a distant, however obedient daughter. She once longed for a personal connection with her, to feel something, any sort of sign that the woman loved her. In the beginning there was, she'd have to admit, however any attempts for her to feel or give love was terminated by Dr. Sutter. After having to kill the man who taught her how to fight, she blocked off all emotional receptacles as best as she could. Despite her feelings, or lack thereof towards Sarah, she'd be the only human that she believe that she would protect.
While she doesn't 'fear' anything, the closest to that emotion that she would come to is with Kimura. She both fears and respects her, as much as Laura can fear and respect anyone. With other people, Laura sees them as potential targets or as fuel to the fodder as it were.
The only thing that changes Laura's personality is when she gets a hint of the 'Trigger Scent'. Once she comes into any sort of contact with the scent, she becomes a murderess hell bent on killing anyone and anything that gets in her way. Kimura and Sarah are not exempt from this rage. Laura has absolutely no control over this, as she goes into something like a 'berserker' rage, unable to stop until she is outside of the reach of the scent.
"You're not the only one with gifts."
:: MUTATION ::
- :: Adamantium ::
The first and most obvious of Laura's abilities, is in fact her skeletal structure. Laura's skeleton includes two retractable steel claws in each arm and one claw per leg. Laura can extend or retract these claws at will though it does come at a price. The claws are housed beneath her skin and original bone structure, and she can release one or all six of the claws at once, though that too isn't without it's own demands. The claws are unnaturally sharp, and are stronger than any substance known to man, which allows her to cut through nearly every substance, ( or at least every substance that she's come into contact with).
Specifics: When her claws come out, it's extremely painful. As painful as getting stabbed on the hand in the knuckle of her index and ring fingers.- :: Healing ::
Another of her powers is Laura's ability to heal her body at a super human rate. She is able to regenerate injured or even destroyed parts of her body, which varies in the speed it takes due to the amount of damage taken. Laura's healing ability, also allows her possesses the ability to regenerate damaged or destroyed areas of her cellular structure at a superhuman rate, which varies in direct proportion with the severity of the damage she suffers. Laura's natural healing ability also extends to an immunity to poisons and most drugs, as well as an enhanced resistance to diseases and other illnesses.
Specifics: Her healing ability is quite rapid. A gunshot wound will heal in a matter of minutes, she can regrow chunks of flesh in minutes to hours, depending on the severity of her injury. She cannot survive a beheading, and if she loses a hand, it will grow back, however with bone claws instead of adamantium.- :: Super-Human Senses, Endurance, Agility, and Reflexes ::
Laura doesn't suffer from fatigue either, due to her super human endurance, agility, and reflexes. She also possesses enhanced senses, which allow her to see and hear things further away than even most mutants, she is able to taste poisons and spoil in foods before others eat them and potentially die, and she is also able to recognize people by their genetic scent, despite any perfume or deodorant one might use. She is able to track them down, even if they are hidden, with an impressive degree of success. Her healing factor has also offered her life longevity, due to the slowing of the effects of aging.
Specifics: Lengths of hearing and scent 'tracking' is unknown -- possible training exercise IC. Her max speed is 35 miles per hour.
Power Weaknesses
Laura's abilities typically come at a price to her own body, such as the adamantium steel claws that extend and retract from her body. Each time they are used, the steel rips through the many layers of muscle, tendon and skin, to slip to the surface, though she is able to heal at an extreme rate. Using these claws, demands that she keep her wrists/ankles straight at the moment the claws are extended or retracted to afford the proper replacement or extension.
Despite Laura's ability to heal and regenerate, she is not immortal. Injuries that result in the loss of vital organs, large amounts of blood, and of course the removal of her head, and things of that nature, will surely kill her. Laura, while being one of heightened senses, also suffers from them as well, and for most of her lifetime, she was used as a killing machine using something called a Trigger Scent that sent her into violent murderous rages.
She has more emotional weaknesses however. She is very easily susceptible to a fit of rage, should anyone mention her mother or the circumstances that surround her death. The mere mention of her mother won't stress her out, however if anyone pushes her too hard or asks too many questions, it will make her stressed, and possibly flip out.
"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
:: History ::
X-23 was born as a result of a revisit to the Weapon X project that failed with the mutant known as Wolverine. Dr. Sutter hired the geneticist expert Sarah Kinney who was told to make a close of Wolverine from what little DNA they had remaining. Unfortunately, due to Wolverine's rather explosive exit, the sample was damaged. Sarah was able to salvage the Y chromosome and, after 22 failed attempts, Sarah Kinney was able to produce a female clone. Though, this was despite Sutter's denying her permission to do so. Once the clone was successful, he reconsidered. Though, in a twisted punishment, Sutter forced Sarah to become X-23's surrogate mother.
Over the years, Sarah had tried to keep X-23 to some kind of human semblance, but was mostly unsuccessful. X-23 was being raised by Sutter to be the perfect weapon. Not allowing Sarah to respond to any emotional displays from X-23, not even so much as resting her head in her mother's lap. Instead she has been denied any form of emotional attachment to any kind, has made her void of such things. Taught that emotions interfere with her abilities to perform during a mission.
Though, it wasn't happening fast enough for his tastes. X-23 spent her seventh birthday in a containment room where she was exposed to radiation that quick started her mutation. Once that was successful, she was put into the tube that Wolverine had once been in, coating her claws and the bones in her forearms and shins in adamantium. Rather than give her the full skeletal treatment they gave Wolverine they opted to keep it minimal to more easily control X-23. To add insult to injury, they also exposed X-23 to something called a 'trigger scent' that forced an involuntary berserk rage. Giving Weapon X the ability to activate the rage that they'd witnessed once before in Wolverine at their disposal.
She was ten years old when she was sent on her first mission, assassinating presidential candidate Greg Johnson. The mission was a success and X-23 has been kept in constant flow of missions; sold to the highest bidder and quickly coming up as the biggest 'field agent' in Weapon X's arsenal.
X-23 has spent her life since age seven in some of the most brutal and intense training out there, even more so than a human could ever withstand due to the nature of her mutation. This includes martial arts, demolitions, as well as firearms training. As well as obstacle and combat simulations that have less than 5% odds that she will survive. Yet, she does. She's also been put through educational courses as well as linguistics training allowing her to speak multiple languages. She has the equivalent of a high school education when it comes to non-combat related knowledge.
As for the missions she has been sent on, they are anywhere from wet work missions to spying to interrogation. She has shown no problems when it comes to killing people, even without the trigger scent being used. Going for the quickest and most brutal attacks and disappearing without leaving any sort of trace in her wake. Not showing any difference between men, women or even children.
Her abilities to collect information seems without par, getting into the most highly secured areas with no problems, recording anything needed or breaking into even the most solid safes utilizing her claws and retrieving vital and secure files and computers. Allowing The Facility to take advantage and have a rather detailed and long list of highly influential people and countries on a blackmail scheme. Not only that, but any bidder may secure her services. With a healthy fee paid to the Facility, she is practically pimped out to anyone with pockets deep enough to afford.
Now, in her 16th year, she shows no signs of slowing down and has been a mark on Sutter's career for doing what so many thought was impossible. Controlling a Weapon.
"Scream for me."
[/color][/center]:: RP sample ::
She was a prisoner. A prisoner in her own body. Chains held fast to her, made of the same adamantium that had been forced into her body. She shuffled her feet forward a few steps, the gray painted cement floor was cold and a touch slippery beneath her feet as she moved. Emerald eyes narrowed on the floor before her. She waited, planned each moment out perfectly.
They wanted her to be perfect, and perfect she would be. The Perfect Weapon. A weapon to destroy them all. The full curve of Laura's mouth lifted, tilted upwards at the corners, a hint of a dimple, and the almost-smile was removed swiftly from her lips. She didn't like to take pleasure in the thought of those she knew all of her years writhing in pain; pain that she created, though the mere thought of creating something so exquisite in them would make her feel as though she was truly alive, a person in her own right.
Each footstep forward created a bit of a delight in her, thought that delight was diminished when she was faced with a lovely specimen of woman. Her skin the color of coffee with cream, her face was beautiful, breasts full and large, stomach tight and toned, as was her long legs. Laura's eyes lifted from the floor, her lips screwing into a small grimace. ”Miss Kimura..” The other woman's full lips parted and smeared into her signature smirk.
”Hello, Copy.. Planning some sort of escape?” The woman closed the distance between them. Kimura's crimson tipped fingers rested against Laura's shoulder, at first it seemed to be a kind touch, though her nails dug into the flesh, until Laura's blood bubbled under the length of them. Laura's frown deepened as she locked her gaze on the woman's own chocolate brown eyes. ”It's truly a shame..” The woman mentioned, passing her fingers down her shoulder, cutting the flesh jaggedly, though her mutation didn't allow for much of a cut to be had, aside from her own claws, and was soon knitting together the flesh that had been creased. Kimura's fingers continued downward, cupping one of Laura's breasts.
Laura released a low growl. Her body was off-limits. Kimura knew that, and yet she dared to press the issue time and time over. Kimura's hand drifted lower on her body, her fingers resting just above Laura's pelvic bone. ”Such a pity that you're off-limits, otherwise..” Kimura snatched her hand away from Laura's body and passed her with a slap to the curve of her backside. The skin on Laura's hand, the knuckle of her index and ring finger, splitting to allow for the passage of razor-alikened claws to rip from their hiding spot within her body.
”Ah-ah, Laura. You don't want her to get you in trouble.” A soft voice rang out. Laura shifted her gaze towards another woman. This one appearing in her mid-thirties, blonde haired and blue eyed. All-American Girl trapped in a bad situation. ”Mother.” Laura uttered the word with as much emotion as she might have uttered the word 'The'. It had no meaning to her, as she was never allowed to claim any sort of attachment with the woman in which she was brought to life from experiment to lifeform. Laura pulled the claws back into her hands, and she frowned lightly.
”Don't let her get to you. Dr. Sutter wouldn't allow for you to have even the bit of freedom you have here.” Sarah Kinney came closer to the child, she had formed a bond with, even if it was just in the womb. She reached out to take Laura's hands, and Laura shied back slightly. ”I'm permitted to unlock the shackles and cuffs.” Sarah whispered in a soft voice. Laura swallowed and placed her hands in the woman's own. Sarah rubbed her thumb against the skin that had been broken only seconds ago, and she offered Laura a smile.
Laura simply looked away. She was in no mood for the woman's attempts to be kind to her. She didn't have time or the desire to learn to be kind and loving in return. The shackles were removed and she was lead into the Mission Planning room. The black yoga pants on her form hugging to her legs like a second skin, just as the black zip-up sports bra hugged her upper form.
Another mission was being planned.. one that included X-23 as the primary weapon being used.
"Welcome to Mutant High."
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