Post by Claudia Falk on Sept 19, 2013 14:53:14 GMT -5
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"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
Hack // 19 // STUDENT // Karoline Herfurth
"If you knew the kind of person you used to be...the work we did together..."[/color]
:: PERSONALITY ::
WIP
"You're not the only one with gifts."
:: MUTATION ::
- :: Technopathy:: The ability to control or manipulate electronics with the mind, with or without physical touch
- :: Electrical Energy Absorbtion:: The ability to absorb Electricity and use it. (Conducting- Can be redircted as an attack.)
- ::Computer Links :: The ability used to communicate with computers- I.e. Search for data, look up locations. (Computer must be accessed by implant or some other similar menthod.-Predetermined)
- :: Electrical Energy Detection:: The ability to sense and detect electricty in an area. (Old trails can be followed given the age of the trail.)
- :: Electrical Manipulation:: The ability to control and or manipulate electricty. (Allows resistance to electricity, the ability to heal damage through electrical energy absorbtion, and to store energy for later use.)
"Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are."
:: History ::
Margarete Amelie Stuber was born August 8th, 1994 on a small island off the west coast of Germany called, Heligoland. Margarete's childhood was that of any other child, well, if you assume that most other children weren't around much technology. Her home never had a TV, in fact the most technologically advanced thing they had was a telephone. Growing up on such a secluded island, Margarete didn't think much of the outside world, nor was she that ambitious. Having been born into a loving family, her parents were pretty average. Margarete's father was the owner of a local bar, and her mother a nurse of the island's only clinic. A quick observation of her parent's careers would imply that she didn't get to see much of her parents, and this was true. Though her parents were hardly home, Margarete was never alone, being that she had two other siblings. She was the eldest of her two sisters, and often took charge over them.
When Margarete was about the age of twelve, her home-island was selected to be the test subject of a new “Vaccine”. Having been a nurse, Margarete’s mother took advantage of this promising new test injection and gave it to her entire family.
A month later, Margarete was surprised by a sudden radio transmission that warned of an inevitable nuclear bomb heading directly for the island. Upon receiving a call from her mother, Margarete gathered her sisters to the bathtub. When the bomb hit, all three girls were flung from the bathtub. When Margarete awoke, she was met by the disastrous aftermath of the bomb. Having spotted people in the distance, she called for help and was taken off the island and into a secret facility.
During her time at the facility, Margarete was forced to participate in a series of tests and experiments. She had learned how to control computers with her mind, though it was exhausting. She also began to realize she could siphon the energy out of running electronics as a way to renergize herself. She couldn't help but wonder how she came to have these abilities, or how she was the only survivor. Her family haunted her mind, the thought that she never said goodbye. Though she asked all the time, they never told her what happen to the rest her family. They never mentioned other survivors or even remains- she could only come to the conclusion that they were all dead. While she was forced to train, she was also visited by a General who was the leader of the disciplinary and military sections of the Facility- thus putting her under the stress of messing up. Quickly, Margarete grew tired of the new life style, a year in the hospital like facility was already far too long. She began planning her escape by putting her new found powers to use.
A month later, Margarete managed to successfully escape the secret facility, fleeing the immediate area. She traveled to the next closes town and managed to obtain a fake Passport. It was here that she fled the country. Over the next year or so, Margarete managed to changer her name to Claudia Amelia Falk, and get yet another passport. Though she managed to stay low-profile, the organization was always right behind her. Eventually, Margarete traveled to the US in hopes off finally living without looking over her shoulder every minute.
Upon arriving, Margarete easily migrated into the new environment, living on the streets- night by night. Here and there she found work, getting enough money to buy cheap clothing and to keep herself fed most nights- though she often found herself in soup kitchens and homeless shelters. One day she managed to overhear a man speaking of a school designed for people like her. She saw this man as a saint- a priest if you will. It was here that Claudia decided to visit this proclaimed school, and she eventually joined in hopes to learn more of her powers and further her abilities.
"Scream for me."
[/color][/center]:: RP sample ::
Claudia looked up at the building before her being nothing, but skeptical. Her brown hues moved across the people and face meandring around the so-called "school yard". A sigh fell delicately from her pale lips," Nothing but good can come of this, Claudia..." Swallowing her words, the brunette march forward into the beautifully designed building. Her eyes wondered around, her body turning about with them- my was this place nice! She had never seen such a decadent building- and not to mention the fact it was a campas. And still, Claudia couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in this new place, surround by these new people- but, there again, who wouldn't. It felt as if she had been abandoned, like a lost puppy. All alone and confused. It sort of reminded her of her past, in... that place. Shaking her head of the thought, Claudia spun on her heels and headed for the first person she saw. She was a little lost, and really needed some help- so she went to get some.
The person she confronted was a tall man, lanky even. He seemed to be built well, and to an extent seemed average- almost to much so. She curved her brow with a curious line and parted her lips to speak. "Excuse me, do you attend here?" Her light accent fell softly onto the air, it was evident English wasn't native to her tongue. The young man glaced over at her, eyeing Claudia's redhair and seemingly dirty appearance.
"Uh- I'm actually new here myself... So, I'm not sure if I can be much help." Sighing lightly, she darted her eyes to the side, cursing some russian words under her breath. Looking back at the man, she noticed that his cheeks seemed to be getting darker, more red even. Her brows furrowed together with agitation. "Vhat? Vhy are you blushing?" Simply rubbing his neck the younger man shrugged. "S-Sorry, I'm the nervous type..." He admitted lightly.
Scoffing, Claudis twirled on her heels and began to walk to another person," Great, all I need is a scared little boy to tell me vhere to go." Could this kid be serious? Sure she had her quite withdrawn moments, but to blush for no reason? This bothered her. It was one thing she didn't like about Americans, they all seemed to be weaklings. Then again, after her past, who wouldn't seem weak?
The sound of her boots beating across the marble floor left a undesired echo with every step. She only smiled at the eye prying at her to walk lighter, softer- not be so loud. But, she ignored those eyes, only enjoying the daggers that she felt were being thrown at her by some.
"W-wait! Miss...!" Yelled the voice from the boy was had left behind her. Sure, she stopped, but she didn't bother to turn around. "Vhat is it?" She shout out, turning her head. The young man swallowed hard," I can still help you... But... You shouldn't be so rude to a stranger." She smirked at the man's comment," You're funny... Fine." Twirling on her heels she looked up at the stranger. "But, ve're not going to get along..."
"I know it..."
"Welcome to Mutant High."
[/color][/center]Milibyte // Lady // Technical Error // Excelsior
"Class dismissed."
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