Melanie Arcadia-Blizzard | Complete!
Feb 8, 2014 14:35:23 GMT -5
Post by Melanie Arcadia-Blizzard on Feb 8, 2014 14:35:23 GMT -5
[/i][/i][/font][/div][/blockquote]The BasicsName: Melanie Elizabeth Arcadia-Blizzard
Nicknames: Millie
Age: Eleven, although she appears somewhat older than she is. (Birthday is April 29)
Orientation: Straight (Heterosexual?)
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Winged Flight: Around age eleven Millie suddenly sprouted wings. They, like any other body part, can be fatigued, and Millie thinks that they possibly even fatigue faster. They fold neatly behind her back, and can fully disappear. Without training, they spring out whenever she experiences a strong emotion. But eventually she will be able to control them so that they don't do that. If feathers from her wings are pulled out they are about as painful as hair being pulled out but the difference is that the removal of feathers, especially primary feathers, can inhibit flight. Her wing bones are more fragile than her others bones and break more easily. Her other bones are fairly weak too because they are hollow. She can currently only carry herself with any degree of confidence in her ability to stay airborne. With a ton of effort she can carry another person a short distance if she stays low. This is dangerous and causes fatigue. She will gain skill in this regard as she ages. The first time her wings appeared she was very sick.
Bird Communication: Millie has some limited ability to communicate with birds. The communication is only telepathic. Millie can't speak bird language, and can't understand, say, birdsong, unless she is close enough to hear what the singing bird is thinking. Her range for understanding is about one hundred feet and the understanding gets less clear with distance. The more birds in the range, the harder it is to make out the thoughts of one. This power also gives her a headache sometimes, and she occasionally passes out. It is somewhat voluntary- like listening to people talking, it is sometimes possible to tune it out. This can give her concentration and sleep issues in areas with lots of birds. She also finds that birds of greater size are more understandable mainly because they are less scared of her and thus think more rational thoughts. They also give her a headache less often for two reasons- They tend to travel alone, and they think more 'human' thoughts. This power often causes Millie to go into a trance like state when she talks to the birds; this can be dangerous because she becomes almost fully oblivious to the world. The only exception is that when she is flying, this tends not to happen because her need to survive keeps her alert. However, it saps her energy more and is more likely to give her a headache. She does sometimes pass out when communicating, but it is rare, and only occurs when many of the factors above that are more likely to cause adverse effects are present.
Play By: Fatima PtacekThe DetailsHair Color: Dark brown, sometimes appearing red or blonde, depending on light, and wavy, fairly long.
Eye Color: Very very dark brown. Can sometimes appear more reddish brown in the right light.
Any Piercings? No.
Any Tattoos? At eleven? No.
Any Scars? Do freckles count?
General Appearance: Let's start with the face. Millie's face is round but slightly oval-ish and will probably become oval shaped as she ages. She has a multitude of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Millie has a small nose and full lips. She has always been somewhat self conscious about her eyebrows, which she thinks are too dark and bushy . Her teeth are very straight and she will never need braces. She has large, innocent brown eyes. Depending on the light, her eyes look anywhere from almost black to nearly red. Sometimes her eyelashes look like feathers, although as Millie would be happy to tell you, they aren't.
Now we can move on to the rest of her. We'll skip the wings for now. Millie has a fairly typical build for an eleven year old- she's just starting to develop and look more adult. She's going to grow up to be just below and average height, such that she typically has to look up to anyone older than herself, her age, or sometimes even younger people. She'll have a curvy build, although in tight clothing the bulges of her wings can be seen if they are out. She prefers to keep them out, because it is simply easier.
Speaking of her wings. They are feathered and structured just like a birds but obviously bigger and located on her back. The feathers are all white at the roots and then fade to a brownish color that closely matches her hair. They can fold almost but not quite flat against her back. Extended their wingspan is a foot greater than her arm span. They are fairly large but not too heavy. When extended they can be held fully out, loosely folded, or crossed like a falcon sometimes does (look at a picture- it's hard to describe).
Personality: In general Millie is sensitive and kind. She does good deeds when she can and tries not to harm people. Emotionally she's very sensitive. She cries easily and doesn't stop crying readily. Her eyes are very expressive and you can tell when she about to cry because they will widen and seem to swim with water. Because she is relatively young, cute, small, and weak, she tends to get a fair amount of sympathy, although some people treat her like a pet. She currently wouldn't dream of exploiting her cuteness, but it is certainly a possibility in the future. Like most children, Millie has a certain naivety about her. She doesn't really understand the full scope of her metahumanness. To her it just means she's 'special'. She also doesn't have much real world experience. Millie lived a relatively sheltered life and doesn't really know much about crime or stranger danger or such. Open any dictionary to 'innocent' and you're find a picture of Millie. Millie is also a little traumatized. She suddenly grew wings; left home; enrolled unwillingly in a school where she is among the youngest. Right now she's become somewhat introverted and doesn't say much; she's naturally shy, and recent events brought out the trait. She also has some self confidence issues. Her parents taught her that metahumans are disgusting... and it hasn't help her psychologically. She blames herself for what has happened to her life, and for tearing her family apart.Your VicesLikes: Birds. Duh. It would be slightly odd if she didn't like birds, considering.
Books. Millie has always liked books. They don't talk or judge for one thing.
The Outdoors. She just loves those woody smells, the stars, etc.
Heights. Wouldn't it be awful if you were winged, but scared of heights? Well, it's not and issue with Millie.
Pineapple. Mmmm, pineapple.
Dislikes: Birds, as Food. Just, no. How awkward would that be? Hi there, Polly! Oh, did I eat your uncle Ted? Oops, sorry, Polly!
Trumpets. She can't stand their sound. It's like, reedy...
Weapons, Especially Guns. They kill people! Well, okay, technically... oh, whatever. The only weapon Millie likes is the bow and arrow. She's a pretty good archer, not that that's exactly a sought after skill now. She can guard her employer if Robin Hood comes calling!
The Name Polly. Why is every bird suddenly a Polly? Millie can't stand the name. And worse, she's called Polly sometimes. Sure, she's got some bird appendages, but that doesn't make her name, or any other bird's name, Polly.
Herself. Millie thinks that it's her fault that her family's been torn open and that her parents are shamed publicly.
Strengths: Speed. Millie is fast for her size.
Flight. Wings, right?
Intelligence. Millie is very smart for her age. She has a liking for science, literature, and law.
Empathy. Millie is no empath, but she understands people, and cares how they feel.
Weaknesses: Confidence. Millie has some self esteem issues. She's just been put down too many times lately, especially by her parents. It's taken a toll.
Responsibility. She's a little forgetful. Okay, a lot forge- wait, what were we talking about, again?
Assertiveness. Millie's a passive person. She doesn't stick up for herself much.
Weak. Physically, Millie is a featherweight. She's got a low pain tolerance and in a fight... you better hope she's not your only ally. Also, her bones are hollow, which might be, you know, an issue.
Fears: Spiders. They're so... hairy.. leggy. Scary!!!
Water. What does water to do feathers? There you go.
Fire. It's just too hot!
Secret: Everyday, Millie writes an email (or three) to her parents. It really hurts her that they don't ever reply.Family TiesFather: Billy Bob Blizzard
Mother: Linda May Arcadia-Blizzard
Siblings: A five year old, Lola Jee Arcadia-Blizzard
Any Other Important People: Checker, the white falcon. Checker is actually white with some black on his wings. He's pretty much Millie's best friend.HistoryMillie's parents are both carriers of the metahuman gene. Linda May was the daughter of two metahuman parents. Her older and younger sisters, Glinda and Kinda, had both manifested at thirteen. As a young girl Linda looked forward to getting 'cool powers' too. But at age thirteen... no powers. Nothing at fourteen... fifteen... sixteen. By age twenty she realized she would likely never manifest. On her birthday she got really depressed and ran away, ashamed to be the only normal human in a metahuman family.
Billy Bob was much more indirectly related to metahumans. His grandmother was a meta, and his grandfather was a carrier of the gene. He wasn't too upset not to manifest. He thought the metas were very weird and unnatural. He treated them as interiors, and didn't respect them. He had grown up in anti-meta circles, and didn't know any meta supporters. When he met Linda, the first thing her noticed as she nearly ran past him was that she was crying. He stopped to ask why; she told him. Even though he didn't really understand he gave her a shoulder to cry on and a home to stay in when she didn't want to return to hers. He watched as she went from devastated to bitter. She began to hate meats, like her future husband. At age twenty they got married, and when they were twenty two Millie was born. Millie was the couple's pride and joy. She was pretty, and they didn't think she'd be a meta, so far removed from any. They didn't quite understand the whole carrier idea. They raised Millie to be kind, smart, and decidedly against metas.
This didn't exactly work. At age three she became close friends with Joey. He was a smart boy. His parents approved of her, and hers of him. His parents chose not to reveal that they were both metas, as they didn't think the Arcadia-Blizzards would take well to the idea.
When Millie was almost six Lola Jee was born. Lola was similar looking to Millie, but with fewer freckles. Millie tried hard to get along with her sister, but found it impossible. Lola was seriously destructive. She liked to, as soon as she could walk far enough to get it, eat Millie's stuff. Millie and her sister hated each other; their feud was infamous around their school. There was a popular joke, "never stand between Millie and Lola, unless you have a death wish!"
As a child Millie shared her parents meta hating views. She was always the first to laugh whenever an older kid manifested; she was a bit of a bully. It was rare that she'd associate with metas. She didn't really even get along with Joey parents, once she found out they were metas. Her relationship with them was fine until her parents mentioned her friend's parent's powers.
Joey never endorsed her views, but couldn't do much to stop them. He tried to, but she just countered all his arguments. Millie enjoys a good debate sometimes, and is a fairly good arguer.
When Millie was ten, Joey manifested. He was two years older than her and they were at his twelfth birthday party. He was about to blow out the candles, but instead of air, he breathed out fire. Some damage was done to the party room, but nothing serious. The only one seriously harmed by the incident was Joey. He managed to char his cheek, and still has a scar today. Millie went with him to the hospital even though her parents didn't want her to. She was surprised to find that his powers didn't really change her feelings about him. It surprised her that, once he woke up and spoke to her, he was still the same person. It didn't seem like his powers had affected his personality at all. She stayed with him overnight for two nights and would have stayed longer, but Hammel came before she had the chance. They took Joey away. She tried to fight them... but she was ten years old. And they weren't.
After Joey left her life, she relapsed into her old, hateful ways. He had been taken away to what she thought was something like prison. Maybe he, and all metas, were bad people, just as Millie had believed. After all, they got sent to prison as soon as the manifested!
But on her eleventh birthday, Millie fell ill. She passed out just before the celebration, and then came down with some sort of illness. She appeared to be delusional and had a high fever. She also seemed to be in pain, writhing and screaming. It lasted almost forty eight hours. After this time she woke up to a shock- were those... wings?!
Hammel showed up about a day after this stopped, to take her to the institute. They explained to her parents what was going on, even though they already knew, but didn't really care. Their daughter was tainted; she might as well be dead. They didn't mention until after this explanation that the recruiters had just missed her. Her parents didn't want a meta around, so they'd kicked her out. She was still fairly weak and disoriented, and couldn't really go far. She had staggered about a block away before collapsing next to the road, where Hammel found her.
She woke up, still a little dizzy, in the Hammel infirmary. When she was recovered, maybe a week later, she was taken home to collect her things . Her parents left the house as soon as she arrived, and didn't say a word to her.
When she returned to the Institute, a trainer met with her. Not much was achieved. Millie wasn't excessively cooperative, not really speaking if she could avoid it, and acting bored and somewhat rude. But on top of that, her wings were kind of like muscles she hadn't used for her whole life- weak and very hard to use. After many, many tries, she lifted off the ground before falling back down. It was a huge victory, but she struggled to do more. She took to practicing outside in the woods- it was more private, with fewer prying and, in her opinion, laughing eyes.
One day, she heard a voice in her mind. You aren't doing that right, it said. Move your wings more up and down, turning them towards the ground. Flapping them forward and back like that isn't helpful. Millie only got some of the words, but the gist was relatively clear. She tried tilting her wings so they ran parallel to the ground and moved them up and down. She lifted a few feet in the air, and even stayed there a few seconds, maybe even a minute, before falling. The victory was so great it took her a few seconds to realize that she was hearing voices. Was she insane? She whirled around, hoping to see someone.
There was a bird.
It was white with dark specks on its back and wings. And it was looking at her. She was scared, but didn't run. Had the bird spoken to her? It had, and it did so again. She was fairly freaked out, but after the wings... It wasn't that bad. Really, she was curious, too. Could she speak to all birds? And would her understanding of them improve with practice? She kept talking to her white falcon friend, naming him Checker. She found she could talk to most birds, although little birds were harder. Although bigger birds were easier to understand without a headache, they rarely deemed it worth their while to talk to the strange human girl. Checker, she eventually discovered, had at first only stayed with her because he thought she would feed him (which she did, enticing him to stay. Later he stayed with her for deeper, less material reasons- a curiosity in the winged human, and maybe even a genuine liking for her).
Millie has been at Hammel for a few weeks now. Checker, of course, isn't allowed to stay in her room. He's a wild animal, and wouldn't take to a cage, even if it was allowed to have large cages in dorms. He now stays in the woods near Hammel and visits Millie during the day. Currently Millie is conflicted. She used to hate metas, but now that she is one... It doesn't change her upbringing. She was raised to hate anyone with powers. Does that mean she should hate herself?
She kind of does anyway. Her family is in tatters, in her opinion. Lola wants her sister back (Millie had gotten a few emails from Lola, but she never replied, it was too painful), but her parents hated her. It was a mess. A mess that Millie was convinced she'd created. Millie thought that it was her fault that she had gotten powers, that some sort of bad act had brought about the change, not a mutating gene. Millie's way of dealing with all this is pretty much sitting around wallowing in self pity. She won't really talk to anyone aside from Checker; she hopes that if she's antisocial enough, they'll kick her out. What she wants is to just go live somewhere remote and preferably without any birds where she can just pretend she doesn't have powers.
Roleplay Example
Edward sat at the table, sunlight streaming in the window. It was a fairly nice day, although windy. The wind ruffled through his hair like fingers- and also ruffled through his papers. He had to use paperweights to keep his papers on the desk. Edward had a big court case coming up; some criminal had gotten themselves into a lot of trouble. They'd stolen a lot of things (why? Edward couldn't even guess. Everything in the city was free- why steal it?) and now their bad deeds had caught up to them. Right now they were in prison, finally caught after the armed robbery of a store, and it was Edward's job to make sure they stayed there and rotted forever. He was the prosecutor, and he loved his job. Bringing criminals to justice... It was exhilarating. He made sure criminals got what they deserved. Without him, and other lawyers like him, it would be total anarchy (in his opinion, anyway). This criminal he was especially excited to put behind bars. Most crimes in the city were relatively little- a peach accidentally removed from a store, illegally cutting down a tree- and this would be one of his bigger cases. Right now he was examining his evidence. He had a gun, the gun the criminal had used after stealing it from somewhere. The gun would be useful although he wasn't sure he could prove it was the suspect's. The guy had worn (stolen) gloves, and although a few witnesses had seen him with a gun, this one wasn't too distinctive. And he had the burden of proof. It was a good thing he had better evidence then the weapon the thief had allegedly used. His second piece of evidence was a cucumber the suspect had been eating when he was captured. The bite marks and saliva on it had been identified as his, and this would be strong evidence. But the strongest piece was a folder filled with several pieces of rice paper, stolen of course, written on with alternating purple and blue letters. All of them were signed with the suspect's name. This was very good. It both strongly suggested the suspect's guilt in the last crime, but also linked him to the others. There were five notes, one from each of the five burglaries he was suspected of. Edward had marveled at the guy's idiocy in writing such distinctive notes. Had the notes not all said "this is a stick opp, geev me oil yo donutes!" With the exact same spelling issues and modes of delivery, it would have been harder to link them. This criminal truly wasn't too bright. He could have just asked for the 'donutes' or donuts, as Edward assumed he'd meant, as everything was free. This case would be so easy, he could probably just sit and chew gum the whole time, and the guy would be sentenced anyway. Edward pulled one stick up note out of the paper clip and held it. He felt bad for the defense attorney. Because material nondisclosure could mean a mistrial, he had to reveal his evidence to the defense. Even though it was almost more merciful not to- the poor guy would probably break into tears. Placing the note in his copy machine, he ran off a copy and placed it inside the envelope he was going to send to the defense attorney. Placing the original letter back on top of the folder he grabbed a camera and snapped photos of the cucumber and the gun. He wrote a few notes, and a list of his witnesses, with their planned testimonies, on a sheet of paper. All he needed to do was print out the photos, and he'd have all his evidence ready to hand over. Suddenly, a strong wind kicked up. The original note- oh no, he'd left it loose!- blew out the window and into the street. Edward sprinted out the door and into the road. By then the gust had picked his document up and was carrying it away. He chased it. Come back, little document, he thought, I need you for my case! He saw to his dismay that the sheet was blowing towards the busier part of town. He couldn't let it get trampled, or lost. He had to catch that document!
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Age: Thirteen, Almost Fourteen
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