Delilah Pryce
May 20, 2010 10:49:58 GMT -5
Post by Delilah Pryce on May 20, 2010 10:49:58 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Delilah Rose Pryce
Nicknames: Lilah, Del
Age: 35
Orientation: Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Mercenary.
Powers: Assumed Muscle Memory ~ Delilah can mimic any non super powered physical movement after seeing it only once, showing the same mastery and skill of the movement as the one she copies it from. Delilah cannot improve upon any skill she has copied unless she sees someone else perform the same skill on a better level. Also, Delilah does not gain insight or understanding of her acquired skills unless she sets her mind to studying the skill in her free time. With this ability comes muscle fatigue leading to cramps and torn ligaments. Delilah must train and exercise regularly in order to keep from hurting herself when she performs more intricate movements and feats.
Photographic Memory ~ Delilah can memorize anything she has seen, read, or heard and recall this information at will when needed. As with her muscle memory, Delilah does not gain an understanding of what she has memorized and can only understand her memories through applied learning. While the human mind may be able to store almost limitless amounts of information, it is very taxing on the brain. Delilah sometimes becomes confused from all the information swimming around in her head which leads to hesitation in decision making from time to time. She also suffers from severe migraines which can lead to temporary loss of vision and body control.
Play By: Lacey Mosely
The Details
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Any Piercings? Ears
Any Tattoos? Ivy vines wrapping and twisting around her left arm from the elbow across her hand.
Any Scars? Knife cut across her back between her shoulder blades, several small bullet holes in various places across her torso.
General Appearance: Delilah isn't a very imposing figure or even threatening for that matter. She is rather small, standing around 5'3" and with her small frame, about 115 lbs. Delilah has long dark black hair which slightly curls at the ends and a rather innocent and inviting looking face. Her brown eyes show some sort of hidden sorrow or pain locked deep away inside of her. She has delicate small hands and fingernails which seem to be broken or chewed away. Her looks are nothing special and she has often been overlooked for more pleasing women. Delilah very seldom draws attention to herself by wearing make-up and chooses to be the plain Jane so to speak.
Delilah dresses to fit her mood and situation. She isn't a stranger to dresses and more often than not prefers them when relaxing. However, her actions for the most part demand more fitting attire. Combat fatigues are the perfect choice for Delilah's physical abilities and the easiest to come by when having to replace torn or destroyed clothing from fights gone bad.
Personality: At first glance, Delilah comes off as a sociopathic lunatic who has no compassion for anyone around her. If one is to look deep enough though, they would see small things which indicate otherwise. Delilah's inability to trust those around her, even those who are her allies, indicates a tragic event in her life which made her afraid of those close to her. Her drive to show off her superiority in a fight indicates a want to be accepted and praised, something she no doubt was denied as a child. Her rash reactions to being threatened aren't due to her arrogance, but from her fear of being abused.
Delilah has a rather unhealthy distrust for men in general and does not enjoy or openly welcome being touched by them. At times, Delilah has been seen flinching from a man after he has made a sudden movement or maybe from speaking too loudly. This attitude and characteristic indicates some sort of abuse in Delilah's past from a male...probably someone close to her at the time. As a result of her paranoia and distrust of males, Delilah prefers the company of women, usually the more feminine ones.
Delilah leans toward the darker side of life and has her own warped and twisted view of the world. To her, everyone has an angle and wants nothing more than to use you up and then toss you aside. So, Delilah avoids any serious personal relationships and always seems to be looking for a fight. She is very antisocial most of the time, but if someone can manage to withstand her verbal assaults long enough, she will tolerate some company for very short periods of time.
Your Vices
[/li][li]Alcohol
Likes:
[/li][li]Muscle Relaxers
[/li][li]Muscle Cars
[/li][li]Being Praised
[/li][li]Showing Off her Acquired Skills
[/li][li]Women[/color]
Dislikes:
[/li][li]Men
[/li][li]Abuse Toward Women
[/li][li]Being Physically Constrained
[/li][li]Her Father
[/li][li]Being Made Fun of or Put Down[/color]
Strengths:
[/li][li]High Tolerance for Pain
[/li][li]Determined
[/li][li]Skilled with calibers of firearms and knives.
[/li][li]Deep Understanding of Her Ability
[/li][li]Many copied tricks and movements due to her ability.[/color]
Weaknesses:
[/li][li]Fear of her Father
[/li][li]Suffers from Migraines
[/li][li]Drinks too Much
[/li][li]Addicted to Painkillers[/color]
Fears:
[/li][li]Her Father
[/li][li]Paranoia around Men[/color]
Secret:Delilah was physically and sexually abused by her alcoholic father and she is also addicted to painkillers.[/size]
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Family Ties
Father:James Pryce
Mother:Lily Pryce
Siblings:None
Any Other Important People:None
History
Delilah's past isn't anything glamorous or something she likes to talk about. Born to a coal miner and housewife, Delilah Pryce never knew an easy life. Growing up in the mountains of Virginia left little room for social activities or access to the finer things in life. The entire town was practically owned by the mining corporation and despite the high technology, the workers were generally uneducated and somewhat low brow. Delilah's father was no exception and frustrated with his own life and status, he became an alcoholic and rather abusive husband and father.
Delilah witnessed her mother being abused at the hands of her father for many years and despite her mother's best efforts, it wasn't long before Delilah herself fell victim to her father's violence and lust. At about ten, Delilah was sexually abused by her father, an act which carried on for many more years, increasing as she began high school. Unfortunately for Delilah, her hell would only get worse as she began high school and her powers began to manifest. She discovered she could no longer block out or forget the things her father said and did to her, causing her even more stress and anxiety. However, it would be the discovery of her other ability which would set Delilah free from her father's abuse. While watching an MMA fight, Delilah's body began to memorize every move she saw. Unfortunately, this was also another night when her father was feeling somewhat lustful and decided to rape his daughter once again. Without thinking, Delilah responded and broke her father's jaw along with his arm and three ribs.
While Delilah's father recovered in the hospital, the local sheriff began to investigate the Pryce family more closely. Delilah's father had spun a rather poorly crafted lie about an intruder breaking into the house and attacking him and his family and it didn't take long for the local sheriff to tear down this lie. The sheriff had seen a few abuse cases in his time and recognized the signs just be interviewing Lily and Delilah. Unfortunately, there wasn't any solid proof to arrest James for physical abuse, but after getting Delilah alone, the police department was able to convince her to undergo a rape test. Delilah's father was arrested for raping his daughter and sentenced to a short time in state prison.
Lily took advantage of her husband's arrest and left him, leaving Delilah in the care of the state as she herself was unable to care for her daughter properly. Delilah was put into foster care and under the watch of her case worker, was identified as a meta-human as she began to perform seemingly impossible and intricate feats after seeing others perform them. Thanks to various connections in local and state governments, the Hammel Institute became aware of Delilah's needs and took her in to help her.
Years passed at Hammel, with Delilah finding some bit of a normal life. She continued to carry the emotional scars of her earlier life with her in her new world but managed to press onward. She excelled in her studies, but only because she could memorize the text books but failed at her social activities. Delilah's training was a bit harder than most of the others as her abilities were involuntary. Delilah had to devote most of her free time to exercise and various activities such as yoga in order to lessen her chances of hurting herself in an attempt to mimic the actions she had picked up. Delilah was given near unlimited computer access in order to watch careful designed programs in order to prepare her in living with her powers and using them to the fullest.
As far as Delilah's social life went, she kept mostly to herself. She never dated but rumors sparked of hidden activities with a few other girls. More than one fight was caused by Delilah and her intimidation by the male students and despite the school's best efforts, that condition was never resolved during Delilah's stay there. However, a few strides were made in dealing with Delilah's phobia of men and her anger toward them, allowing her to at least be around them safely.
After graduating Hammel, Delilah moved on to further her abilities, enrolling in several self defense classes and various other programs which would give her a fighting edge. Delilah was never able to shake her past or the nightmares etched into her mind. She never stayed in one city too long as her paranoia of being found by her father plagued her day and night. Moving from city to city did enable Delilah to meet many other meta-humans, not to mention several interesting skilled normal humans. Dancers, musicians, artists, you name it, Delilah met them and copied their various skills. During her nationwide travels, Delilah did meet dark and sinister individuals who were all to accepting of her abilities and lack of conscience. The money these sinister individuals offered was too tempting and so began Delilah's descent into the underworld and the life of a mercenary and assassin.
Being so well immersed in the underworld, Delilah began to hear rumors of several anti-human groups and one in particular, the MSAD. With an odd twist of fate, the MSAD was located in the all too familiar town of Pilot Ridge and this was something Delilah could not pass by. So, packing what few personal belongings she had, Delilah moved into Pilot Ridge, seeking out the MSAD and their mysterious leader, Gabriel Underwood.
Roleplay Example
The classic little pub located in the older part of town was quite sturdy and very well taken care of despite its rugged and worn appearance. Many of the town's locals could be found here almost every second of the day and while Marcus wasn't a local, he did frequent the establishment often. There wasn't any sort of political correctness here and the television always had a good game or boxing match blaring. Taking a seat toward the back in a secluded booth today, Marcus intently watched a boxing match on the television suspended above the bar. In front of him was his laptop, open to several different pages at once. One of these pages was his private line to Patel Industries and the other was his e-mail page. He had been checking up on some small matters back home and seeing what his father was up to as of late. The Patel men were highly competitive both were always on the watch for a hostile move by the other. Marcus would make the move one day to buy out his father's controlling shares of the company and no doubt his father knew this. It was just business and if Marcus was going to succeed in his plans for governmental domination, then it would have to be done soon. Several private patents of his own would give Marcus the independent funds to move against his father, but they had to be done in private and done subtly. Many of the projects he had been working on were already making him money, but the latest was the governmental contract he had swindled away from his father's desk.
Dressed in a pair of casual cargo pants and a white tight fitting long sleeve tee shirt with a black light leather jacket, Marcus scooted back in his booth and brought his feet up with him, sort of laying back. He closed the laptop and pulled it closer to him, leaving it still running. He tapped the pint of beer on his table with his fingers and chewed casually on a toothpick. It was clear he wasn't conducting any major business today, but then again, that might have just been what Marcus wanted others to think. Every move he made was a cold and calculating one and nothing was ever sacrificed in vain. Even when taking a day off, he was ready for just about anything which might dare ruin his rest. It was how his brain was wired and there was nothing he nor anyone else could do to change that. He was poised to take life forcefully and make it his.
The acts he was currently engaged in now were dangerous and could get him put into prison for life or even executed. Treason was frowned upon in the States and still carried the death penalty, but in Marcus' eyes, he wasn't committing treason, he was a revolutionary. His country, once proud and strong, had become weak and misguided in their intentions. All this worry about upsetting some small country on the other side of world or even stepping on the supposed rights of the common man made Marcus want to vomit. Power belonged to those with the heart and the will power to take it from those who already had it. The so called rights of the people were rights to be earned, not given freely. If someone wanted to be a citizen with rights and liberties, then they had to step up and prove why. This would be the country Marcus would create and then it would be the tool with which he conquered the other super nations of the world. Of course, all of the manipulations would be unseen by the general populace and no one would ever know it was Marcus Patel who ran things. That was fine with Marcus as it kept him safe from political scandal and most assassination attempts.
A small ding from his laptop brought Marcus' eyes from the television screen above the bar to the small electronic device before him. He took a breath and opened it up, his fingers working the keys with grace and quickness. It was an e-mail from one of his informants and contacts, letting him know Lea Davis was approaching the pub. It wasn't uncommon for this sort of thing to happen, as Marcus liked to keep a very watchful eye on those he deemed interesting and useful to his cause. Lea might have been young, but she had ambition and a set of very useful powers. With another smile, Marcus closed his laptop and signaled the red haired waitress to bring another pint for his arriving guest.
What About You?
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Name: Pryce
Age: Around 30ish
Experience: Eleven years I think
How Did You Find Us? Ad on another site
Ready To Play? Um.....sure?