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| User: | eitherway (310117) |
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| Name: | Mystique | ||||||||||
| Bio: | General Information Name: Ze prefers Mystique, but when pressed will let you call hir Raven Darkholme. Codename: Mystique Age: Looks indeterminate, somewhere between 14 and 16-- officially 15 Powers Description of Powers: Ze is a shapeshifter with the ability to psionically shift the formation of hir biological cells at will and change hir appearance and voice to duplicate exactly that of another person or to create a new identity. Ze can heal by shifting and hir healing allows immunity to diseases and agelessness; eventually it will lead to increased agility and speed as well. Skills Power Strength: 6 Power Control: 10 Strength: 5 Dexterity: 6 Constitution : 6 Intelligence: 5 Wisdom: 6 Charisma : 6 Appearance Brief Description: When ze decides to look like hirself, ze is an androgynous, willowy figure with light brown skin, long dark brown hair and culturally indeterminent features. When ze is not paying attention, the skin fades to a deep blue tone; this happens more and more often lately, and ze is thinking of just shifting to blue permanently. Ze does hir best to look undefinable, but not generic -- ze fancies hirself quite beautiful and maintains hir looks with dramatic but equally androgynous fashions and makeup. Personality Quirks/Habits: refuses to answer to gendered pronouns; prefers shocking clothing and looks, being deliberately androgynous, feminine features with a smooth featureless chest and etc; reads and absorbs books on art, fashion, comics, anatomy and anything that might give hir a better understanding of the way the human body works Likes: being shocking, confusing people, trying something new, strawberries, candied almonds Dislikes: the strong sweet-salt-fat of the American diet, losing hir balance, people who refuse to acknowledge her lack of norms Phobias/Fears: losing hir powers, finding hir family. Extrovert/Introvert: extrovert Background Brief Personal History: As far as anyone knows, ze grew up on the streets of New York. That's not true, of course; her family is from Saudi Arabia, and when she was born -- she was born a woman -- she was a celebrated third child in a young and growing family. But from birth there was always something odd about her, something wrong. They couldn't put their finger on it, but she was an almost silent child, free of the usual cries and bruises and wildness. She never told anyone that she'd manifested; they didn't need to know. She'd always felt like this body was too stifling, didn't fit her, didn't suit her. She wasn't in a place where she knew the world transgender or even eunich or asexual; she only knew that she'd be expected to grow like her mother, that what her brothers did would't be allowed for her. She likes to think she wished herself into her powers; one day she found she could just make the budding bits of puberty disappear, and she was happy for it. She prayed every night at first, she thought that's how it happened; eventually she learned she could change herself, and by the time she was eleven she could do more than just reset her body, she could change things, see how she'd look with this feature or that. It was then that she stopped thinking that she was a girl -- she wasn't a boy, she was either or, something between. Both. Hir mother discovered hir secret not long after; it disquieted her, but she didn't want to see hir daughter hurt or worse. She just wanted hir gone. And so when her father took another business trip to New York, he took his family with him; while there, her oldest brother was given the job of giving her some money, and a carefully packed meal, and telling her to go. And that's when ze started working the streets of New York. Ze learned the politics of gender quickly, from agencies like Sylvia Rivera that helped her learn English, learn the words for what ze is. After a few years, ze decided ze liked the streets-- ze could make a good livng, after all, as a consummate con artist. It took the cops months to catch up with hir; ze is only a teenager, though, and ze made some traceable mistakes. Ze was arrested, and wore a new face every day; they never connected her to the missing persons report her father had dutifully filed before leaving for home. So this is what the cops could tell Xavier: it's a mutant, it's not fond of us, it's a criminal and it won't even give us a name. Charles managed to get through, a bit. Mutantkind is acceptable to hir, and ze's willing to work on getting hirself educated and learning about this country that is now hirs. Get hirself a baseline, a foundation, before ze starts the big con. Next time, ze won't get caught. Social Room: 13 Suite: 5 | ||||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | ||||||||||
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| Friend of: | 5: canyousayboom, eitherway, littlefae, rocking_out, touchofelixir | ||||||||||
| Account type: | Free Patient | ||||||||||
