Cameron Tyler
Aug 16, 2014 19:08:40 GMT -5
Post by Cameron Tyler on Aug 16, 2014 19:08:40 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Cameron Lee Tyler
Nicknames: Cam, Cammie, Goop, Chrome
Age: 14
Orientation: Bi-curious, but still trying to figure all of this attraction stuff out.
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Liquid Metal Transformation--Cameron can transform into a volume of an animated liquid metallic substance. While in her so-called 'chrome' or 'goop' form, Cam can shape her mass into basic shapes like columns, balls, and sheets. She moves by flowing forward and extending parts of her form to climb and grasp on the surroundings. The goop is highly resilient, able to take punishment by conducting the damage throughout the entire volume. Cam is eager to learn about how to use this new form.
She has no facial features when in this form, so she has no mouth with which to eat or speak. When transitioning between forms, Cam experiences disorientation from the shifting sensory perceptions. She doesn't have sensory organs when she is in goop form, but her new form can approximate the majority of human senses. She can't exactly taste, but her sense of touch is more acute but not super-humanly so.
She does not eat or drink when she when she is in metal form. When she returns to human form, she has to make up for that lost time and get plenty of calories and water. In addition, when she becomes a solid human, her newly established joints ache for a time. She is learning to enjoy the liquid form and its possibilities, but all of this is very new. She also will change into goop form at random, the triggers for which she is still trying to discover.
In her metal form, she is warm to the touch as opposed to cold metal. She has a smooth texture, and is working on changing herself from springy to a more hard and stronger state. She thinks of new things to try on a daily basis, and wants to get better control so she can try these ideas.
Play By: Sarah HylandThe DetailsHair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Ocean Green
Any Piercings? two in each ear, wants more
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? No scars, in fact her skin is free of blemishes of any kind as a side effect of her power.
General Appearance: Cam is a lovely girl who doesn't see it herself. She's definitely an example of Ugly Duckling Syndrome. She has big green eyes that are lively in their watching of the world around her. She's got incredible bee-stung lips that are usually ready to spout a snarky comment or three. She was fortunate to have nannies teach the refinements a young lady needs in the modern age, such as the use of makeup and fashion. She's got money to keep her in the finest clothes, but is most comfortable in broken-in jeans and a band t shirt. She has a petite frame of 5'2" with unexpectedly generous curves hidden behind those shapeless rock band shirts. When she wears a dress, the lovely swan emerges from hiding.
Personality: Cameron is a very smart girl that isn't really driven by a desire for good grades just for their own sake. She doesn't apply her sharp mind for subjects that bore her. She passes but could easily do far better. She's been labeled a scholastic underachiever, and could not care less. Where she applies herself is the arts. Her heart is in music, and she loves listening to, writing, and playing music. She likes to learn new instruments. When she finds a challenge that appeals to her, she is a hard worker. She has vast potential, and the sky is the limit if a teacher cared enough to find the right motivation for her. The only way her family could keep her motivated at all was to offer her dancing and music lessons in exchange for better grades.
Cameron is full of commentary about the world around her, using her cool attitude and snarky comments to keep the prickly world at bay. She might act as if she doesn't care about what people say to her, but she does. She has a lot of pain in her heart, so she has empathy for others with their own challenges. She will act to protect others she thinks are being victimized or bullied quicker than she might act to protect herself.
The petite brunette knows she's missed out on a lot in her life due to never knowing her mother, and her wounded father's own pain. There is a thread of envy in her for those that have happiness in their family. She deeply longs for that kind of connection with others--to have others that care for you, but she feels as if she is not meant for that kind of emotional acceptance.Your VicesLikes: Her Stratocaster electric guitar, dancing, snowboarding, 80's music, the occasional cigarette (rebellion!), Moose Tracks ice cream, math (just music in another form)
Dislikes: bullies, arrogance, boredom, bad music
Strengths: Very smart, Cool attitude, uses snark as a martial art, strong imagination
Weaknesses: Low self-esteem, easily frustrated with herself, struggling with with self motivation, can barely draw a stick figure
Fears: That she will transform into goop and be unable to turn back, that she will be seen as a monster
Family TiesFather: Harrison Tyler, banker
Mother: Emily Cameron-Tyler <deceased>
Siblings: none
Any Other Important People: GrandparentsHistoryCameron's history started before she was born. Her father came from wealth and fell in love with the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Emily turned Harrison's life upside down, and in the process made him feel truly alive for the first time in his life. She was an artist, exciting and hungry for life while Harrison was like his parents, stuck in a rigid boring life of business and high society.
Emily stole him away from that and showed him to a whole new world. He gave everything up to life the bohemian lifestyle with Emily as she toured with her rock band. They were overjoyed with one another, and took the news of Emily's pregnancy as the first blessing of many. Cameron's birth was fraught with unexpected complications, and Emily's mother died giving her daughter life.
Crushed by the loss of his soul mate and overwhelmed by the prospect of raising a daughter alone, Harrison returned home. His parents helped him get through that initial period of darkness and adjustment. The defeated young man returned to his life of business, burying himself into work rather than devoting himself to raising his adorable baby girl.
Cameron was raised by a series of nannies who were great to her, but she craved the love of her distant father. In a material way, she wanted for nothing. But her heart ached for acceptance and love. She ended up a lot like her mom, quirky and smart, but she was restless and bored much of the time. She measured a very high IQ, easily in the gifted range. She was unchallenged by most classes. She did enough to get fair grades, but nothing amazing. She only improved when her family tied continuing her dance and music lessons to her grades.
Cameron was hoping for greater things out of life, but she got the surprise of her life one morning when she woke up on a school day two weeks after her 14th birthday. She was lying on the floor. Well, more like spread over the floor in a big blob of silvery goo. She could move, but her arms and legs were gone. When she pulled herself up onto her dresser to look in the mirror, she could see only a large blob of chrome-like material.
She kept randomly changing back and forth between this new form and her human body without much in the way of control until a representative of the Institute arrived two days later. When the chance to go to Hammel was offered, she leapt at the chance for a fresh start somewhere new. She had always felt different when among her peers, so moving on was no problem at all.. This time she might have a chance at a life with friends, adventure, and even love. It's a strange new world she is entering, but she is eager to explore what it has to offer her.Roleplay ExampleEmma had her car drop her a discreet distance from the site of the funeral. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts for a time to bind her resolve. Of course, if her thoughts were constricted any tighter, its proverbial blood flow would be cut off. Her security detail had been apoplectic about her intention to attend Nicholas’s services without their presence. It was crystal clear that a myriad of indicators were pointing at bad news about to happen, and her loyal guardians were not about to allow their mistress to go without their protection. She finally consented to a single bodyguard kept at a reasonable range.
Emma wanted to appear vulnerable. She wanted to seem fragile, a tempting target. She wanted to know where to start tracing backwards to find who was behind this horrific event and crush them with all the malice she could muster from the dark corners of her mind. She cared not so much for the weapon--the men who killed Nicholas. She sought who gave the order. She had to start somewhere. Perhaps that righteous passion for justice would keep her warm at night, she thought bitterly.
The typically fashion forward Ms Frost was head to toe in dark mourning colors--charcoal minidress with a leather belt, leggings, and boots. Designer sunglasses gave her a notion of privacy in the moment She had the hood of the black chinchilla waistcoat gathered up to protect her neck against the mild air. Not that she felt the cold, of course. A single glaringly white rose was cradled in her delicate, gloved hand.
Emma slowly but deliberately approached the flag draped casket. She knew whatever was inside the coffin was of no matter. The Nicholas Fury with whom she had shared a year of adventure and delight was no more, far beyond even her reach. She slid her free hand along that cold metal, her mind instinctively reaching out to find….nothing. The telepath was rich, powerful, and highly connected. But she had no more dominion over death than any mortal. That cold hard fact was a bitter flavor on her palate.
She looked skyward before closing her eyes, a moment of irony bringing a small smile to her face. She knew if there was an afterlife, Nicholas would not be above, singing baritone with the choir invisible. He’d be in Hell, organizing a hostile takeover.
“Save me a spot, dahling.” she murmured to no one living. “Preferred seating, of course.”
Turning away from the casket and the steady gaze of the honor guard, Emma began to idly walk along the displays of flowers. It was as if as if an entire floral corporation had exploded over the neighboring grounds. She idly noted the cards with the signatures of heads of state and various people of power. But only she was present, her with her single flower. But her one rose outweighed all the others because it came from her, and what was left of her heart.
One particular arrangement caught her eye. She stepped past other arrangements that were larger and more garish in their displays. But this one, adorned with the rare vanilla bean orchid, drew her attention like a bright beacon in the still of the night. She leaned in to enjoy the aroma of the blossoms, the strong scent calling forth memories of a happier time. Nicholas had given her one during a sojourn in Prague months ago. The feeling of loss spiked strongly, and she discretely dabbed a tear away from her cheek with her gloved fingertip. She took a final, strong draw of breath from the display, then casually looked to the card. She would send a note of appreciation. But the card was left unsigned, save for a single, curt sentence printed in plain script..
STAY CLASSY, COOL WHIP
Emma stared at the simple message, her remarkable mind struggling to digest the meaning. This was a message meant for her and her alone..There was only one person on the planet who had ever referred to her by that nickname.
She bowed her head and covered her mouth with her hand, moving away from the floral displays to take a place among the mourners. A soft sob escaped her hand, but it was not an expression of grief, but relief.What About You?Name: green, doc or Scott
Age: Early fifties
Experience: Role playing? more than 30 years, pbem for 15 years
How Did You Find Us? Ad on another game forum
Ready To Play? Ready and rarin' ta go.
