Post by Nightingale on Sept 18, 2006 9:30:01 GMT -5
Name: Gracie Smith
Codename(s): Recluse
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Age: 21
Height: 5'8
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue-grey
Appearance: Gracie wouldn't be described as 'pretty' by most people, because she doesn't fit into your regular mould of expected appearances. That, and she'd probably punch you in the face if you tried. In fact, she'd punch you in the face if you called her by her given name, but that's another matter entirely.
She wears her black hair short and messy, rarely brushing it, and she's usually found wearing about six week's worth of eye makeup around her light blue-grey eyes. Her usual manner of dress is simple - pants and tops: wifebeaters, t-shirts, even the occasional low cut top - and she usually wears sneakers that are easy to slip on and off for when she needs to use her bare feet. The tops she wears almost always show off the tattoos that cover both upper arms, and she plans on having her full sleeves finished when she gets the chance. These aren't mutant marks, they're simply the first stage of the ink that she'd been wanting since she was about 15. The predominantly blank ink contrasts wonderfully with her pale skin.
Physical manifestations of her powers include the thicker-than-usual urticating hairs that replace regular hair on her arms and legs, scopulate hairs on her hands and feet, and tiny needle-like fanglets - that protrude down just a little further than her teeth from behind each of her upper lateral incisors - which go unnoticed by most people.
Personality: Gracie is a tough chick. A tomboy. Not the kind of person that you'd expect to have a name like 'Gracie' and she won't actually let anyone get away with calling her that. Though she's got a good head on her shoulders, she's got absolutely no interest in being a leader - unless you're talking about in the bedroom, but she rarely finds anyone that she finds interesting enough. She's always been 'one of the guys' - those who treat her in the way that she'd want a partner to tend to think of her as nothing more than a friend, and those who want her as more than a friend tend to treat her in a way that leads to her fist being the only part of her body connecting with theirs.
She's got very little patience for the people she considers stupid, and she makes no pretense at liking people if she doesn't. Blunt is a word that has been used to describe her, accurately - she's about as blunt as a tennis ball. Her sense of humour can be a bit quirky at times, but she tends to ignore it if people don't get her jokes. Though she's got a sense of respect for leadership, Recluse won't mince words for anyone. If you gain her loyalty, she'll stick with you forever, but if you piss her off, there's interesting times ahead.
Powers and Abilities: Recluse's body produces a venom, delivered by the tiny fanglets behind her incisors, that has an effect not dissimilar to more severe effects of the brown recluse spider's bite, which is how she got her codename. While her bite is rarely deadly to a normal, healthy person, the young, elderly and infirm are more vulnerable and it may lead to death. In normal people, however, her venom causes intense pain followed by tissue necrosis that heals up over the following six to eight weeks, with lasting sensitivity in the area for months afterwards.
Tiny scopulate hairs on her hands and feet lend two particular benefits to Recluse - she can use them to grip to all sorts of surfaces to be able to climb, though her weight means that she can't stay sticking to anything for long, and they also eliminate direct contact between her skin and most surfaces, meaning that she doesn't leave recognisable fingerprints.
The urticating hairs on her arms and legs grow in new every day, and are removed with just a rapid brushing motion. These highly irritating hairs detach in clouds, particularly bothering the eyes, nose and mouth of anyone that comes into contact with them, though they won't actually cause any permanent damage. Unfortunately, she is just as sensitive to these herself, so she has to be careful when she rubs them off every day.
Her body also produces silk, from a set of glands in the lower parts of her abdominal cavity. A pair of spinarettes, nestled in an opening in her perenium, spin the silk into finger-thick strands with comparable strength to a steel cable of the same size - though her web is much softer and sticky in places. Obviously, with clothes in the equation, her web isn't always easy to access, and she can sometimes be a bit sensitive about that particular aspect of her mutation. Of course, her way of being 'sensitive' usually involves inflicting pain on anyone that mentions it with even a hint of derision.
In addition to her mutation, Gracie possesses several skills from her time on the streets. She's good in a fight, though she's no martial artist, and she's a competent thief - both as a pickpocket and as a break-and-enter type.
Weaknesses: Her mutation doesn't actually provide her with any extra strength or stamina, and can in fact cause a problem for her. Though she is invulnerable to her own venom, the urticating hairs will bother her just as much as anyone else, and if her scopulate hairs fail at the wrong time... Well, then things get interesting. Because she can't - or won't - walk around in a skirt and no panties, it can be difficult actually using her web-spinning capabilities.
Her mouth can get her into trouble, and while she is competent enough fighting, anyone that has a particular skill with hand-to-hand finds her a small challenge.
Though it isn't actually dangerous to her, she's petrified of bug spray.
History: It wasn't until she was twelve years old that Gracie Smith started to become different to the other children around her. At first, they thought that it was just puberty, with the hairs on her arms and legs thickening and the cramps that she was getting in her abdomen. It soon became apparent that they were wrong, because she was pretty sure that puberty didn't involve completely new orifices and the ability to literally climb up the walls in boredom.
Not knowing what to make of herself, she tried to ignore her new found powers. When she was fourteen, though, she got into a fight and ended up biting a girl's hand, and her mutation was soon apparent to the entire neighbourhood. She was moved to a different school, but found herself incredibly bored with a system that was concentrating on a future that she doubted she'd ever get, now that she knew that she was a mutant freak. Her disciplinary problems continued, her mother was at her wits end, and she'd finally managed to find a name for what she was when she did an assignment on the effects of the brown recluse spider and remembered that girl's hand. Her school life didn't improve.
At sixteen, she left home for life on the streets, though she occasionally dropped in to see her mother - and steal her purse. Though it took her time to establish herself as worthy of respect, she found herself in a gang fairly quickly - under the wing (as much as she'd let anyone take her under their wing, anyway) of Dominic Petros and his fellows. She quickly learnt how her mutation could be useful to them, and found herself a reasonably valuable member of the gang. Surrounded by people that treated her the way she wanted to be treated for the first time, Gracie was actually happy for a few years.
Just after she'd turned twenty, their gang was hit by the police and everyone arrested, most in varying states of health, some without their mutant powers. As far as Recluse knew, Dom had been grabbed with all the rest. Though her mother bailed her out - and tried to reprogram her into being a 'good girl' - Gracie would have returned to her gang if she knew that it still existed. If she knew that any of them were still out. Unfortunately, she got off a lot lighter than the rest of the group - she didn't know whether to curse or be thankful that she'd been wearing a low cut top that night - none of the cops would hit back at her.
She's been living with her mother ever since, though she's not entirely sure why. Not having her gang to back her up, Recluse wasn't sure that she wanted to go back to the streets and have to fight her way back in, and she'd been threatened by the cops that she'd be kept under close watch if they found out that she was back on the wrong side of the tracks.
All she needs is the right prompt.
Sample post:
Tugging at the skirt for about the thirtieth time that night, Recluse looked at her mother with absolute hate in her eyes. Ever since their gang had been hauled into jail - thankfully, she'd managed to not get stuck with the bloody cure - and her mom had bailed her out, she'd been getting stuffed into dresses and dragged around to all sorts of events, apparently in the hopes that she'd somehow change her mind and end up being, you know, a normal daughter again.
"Gracie, stop it. And will you pull your sleeves down? I want you to cover those awful tattoos." This one had puffy sleeves, and she'd pushed them up like a good child to make it look right, but apparently her mother hadn't wanted that. Probably because her left arm said 'Fuck you' in big black letters, among other things.
"Why the hell do I have to come with you anyway?"
God, the woman seemed to be getting through to her. A year ago, there would have been at least three expletives in that sentence. But that was before this cure business, and before she'd been stuck in jail and lost her gang.
It must have been the nostalgic thoughts that had made her mistake that guy for Dom.
Surely.
He couldn't be her old gang leader, it wasn't possible. Surely Dom was still in jail.
But no, there was a flash of recognition in his eyes, and her cheeks turned red when she realised that she was wearing that bloody skirt. And she was with her mother.
She was never going to hear the end of this.
Player details as per Nightingale.
Codename(s): Recluse
Affiliation: Brotherhood
Age: 21
Height: 5'8
Weight: 145 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue-grey
Appearance: Gracie wouldn't be described as 'pretty' by most people, because she doesn't fit into your regular mould of expected appearances. That, and she'd probably punch you in the face if you tried. In fact, she'd punch you in the face if you called her by her given name, but that's another matter entirely.
She wears her black hair short and messy, rarely brushing it, and she's usually found wearing about six week's worth of eye makeup around her light blue-grey eyes. Her usual manner of dress is simple - pants and tops: wifebeaters, t-shirts, even the occasional low cut top - and she usually wears sneakers that are easy to slip on and off for when she needs to use her bare feet. The tops she wears almost always show off the tattoos that cover both upper arms, and she plans on having her full sleeves finished when she gets the chance. These aren't mutant marks, they're simply the first stage of the ink that she'd been wanting since she was about 15. The predominantly blank ink contrasts wonderfully with her pale skin.
Physical manifestations of her powers include the thicker-than-usual urticating hairs that replace regular hair on her arms and legs, scopulate hairs on her hands and feet, and tiny needle-like fanglets - that protrude down just a little further than her teeth from behind each of her upper lateral incisors - which go unnoticed by most people.
Personality: Gracie is a tough chick. A tomboy. Not the kind of person that you'd expect to have a name like 'Gracie' and she won't actually let anyone get away with calling her that. Though she's got a good head on her shoulders, she's got absolutely no interest in being a leader - unless you're talking about in the bedroom, but she rarely finds anyone that she finds interesting enough. She's always been 'one of the guys' - those who treat her in the way that she'd want a partner to tend to think of her as nothing more than a friend, and those who want her as more than a friend tend to treat her in a way that leads to her fist being the only part of her body connecting with theirs.
She's got very little patience for the people she considers stupid, and she makes no pretense at liking people if she doesn't. Blunt is a word that has been used to describe her, accurately - she's about as blunt as a tennis ball. Her sense of humour can be a bit quirky at times, but she tends to ignore it if people don't get her jokes. Though she's got a sense of respect for leadership, Recluse won't mince words for anyone. If you gain her loyalty, she'll stick with you forever, but if you piss her off, there's interesting times ahead.
Powers and Abilities: Recluse's body produces a venom, delivered by the tiny fanglets behind her incisors, that has an effect not dissimilar to more severe effects of the brown recluse spider's bite, which is how she got her codename. While her bite is rarely deadly to a normal, healthy person, the young, elderly and infirm are more vulnerable and it may lead to death. In normal people, however, her venom causes intense pain followed by tissue necrosis that heals up over the following six to eight weeks, with lasting sensitivity in the area for months afterwards.
Tiny scopulate hairs on her hands and feet lend two particular benefits to Recluse - she can use them to grip to all sorts of surfaces to be able to climb, though her weight means that she can't stay sticking to anything for long, and they also eliminate direct contact between her skin and most surfaces, meaning that she doesn't leave recognisable fingerprints.
The urticating hairs on her arms and legs grow in new every day, and are removed with just a rapid brushing motion. These highly irritating hairs detach in clouds, particularly bothering the eyes, nose and mouth of anyone that comes into contact with them, though they won't actually cause any permanent damage. Unfortunately, she is just as sensitive to these herself, so she has to be careful when she rubs them off every day.
Her body also produces silk, from a set of glands in the lower parts of her abdominal cavity. A pair of spinarettes, nestled in an opening in her perenium, spin the silk into finger-thick strands with comparable strength to a steel cable of the same size - though her web is much softer and sticky in places. Obviously, with clothes in the equation, her web isn't always easy to access, and she can sometimes be a bit sensitive about that particular aspect of her mutation. Of course, her way of being 'sensitive' usually involves inflicting pain on anyone that mentions it with even a hint of derision.
In addition to her mutation, Gracie possesses several skills from her time on the streets. She's good in a fight, though she's no martial artist, and she's a competent thief - both as a pickpocket and as a break-and-enter type.
Weaknesses: Her mutation doesn't actually provide her with any extra strength or stamina, and can in fact cause a problem for her. Though she is invulnerable to her own venom, the urticating hairs will bother her just as much as anyone else, and if her scopulate hairs fail at the wrong time... Well, then things get interesting. Because she can't - or won't - walk around in a skirt and no panties, it can be difficult actually using her web-spinning capabilities.
Her mouth can get her into trouble, and while she is competent enough fighting, anyone that has a particular skill with hand-to-hand finds her a small challenge.
Though it isn't actually dangerous to her, she's petrified of bug spray.
History: It wasn't until she was twelve years old that Gracie Smith started to become different to the other children around her. At first, they thought that it was just puberty, with the hairs on her arms and legs thickening and the cramps that she was getting in her abdomen. It soon became apparent that they were wrong, because she was pretty sure that puberty didn't involve completely new orifices and the ability to literally climb up the walls in boredom.
Not knowing what to make of herself, she tried to ignore her new found powers. When she was fourteen, though, she got into a fight and ended up biting a girl's hand, and her mutation was soon apparent to the entire neighbourhood. She was moved to a different school, but found herself incredibly bored with a system that was concentrating on a future that she doubted she'd ever get, now that she knew that she was a mutant freak. Her disciplinary problems continued, her mother was at her wits end, and she'd finally managed to find a name for what she was when she did an assignment on the effects of the brown recluse spider and remembered that girl's hand. Her school life didn't improve.
At sixteen, she left home for life on the streets, though she occasionally dropped in to see her mother - and steal her purse. Though it took her time to establish herself as worthy of respect, she found herself in a gang fairly quickly - under the wing (as much as she'd let anyone take her under their wing, anyway) of Dominic Petros and his fellows. She quickly learnt how her mutation could be useful to them, and found herself a reasonably valuable member of the gang. Surrounded by people that treated her the way she wanted to be treated for the first time, Gracie was actually happy for a few years.
Just after she'd turned twenty, their gang was hit by the police and everyone arrested, most in varying states of health, some without their mutant powers. As far as Recluse knew, Dom had been grabbed with all the rest. Though her mother bailed her out - and tried to reprogram her into being a 'good girl' - Gracie would have returned to her gang if she knew that it still existed. If she knew that any of them were still out. Unfortunately, she got off a lot lighter than the rest of the group - she didn't know whether to curse or be thankful that she'd been wearing a low cut top that night - none of the cops would hit back at her.
She's been living with her mother ever since, though she's not entirely sure why. Not having her gang to back her up, Recluse wasn't sure that she wanted to go back to the streets and have to fight her way back in, and she'd been threatened by the cops that she'd be kept under close watch if they found out that she was back on the wrong side of the tracks.
All she needs is the right prompt.
Sample post:
Tugging at the skirt for about the thirtieth time that night, Recluse looked at her mother with absolute hate in her eyes. Ever since their gang had been hauled into jail - thankfully, she'd managed to not get stuck with the bloody cure - and her mom had bailed her out, she'd been getting stuffed into dresses and dragged around to all sorts of events, apparently in the hopes that she'd somehow change her mind and end up being, you know, a normal daughter again.
"Gracie, stop it. And will you pull your sleeves down? I want you to cover those awful tattoos." This one had puffy sleeves, and she'd pushed them up like a good child to make it look right, but apparently her mother hadn't wanted that. Probably because her left arm said 'Fuck you' in big black letters, among other things.
"Why the hell do I have to come with you anyway?"
God, the woman seemed to be getting through to her. A year ago, there would have been at least three expletives in that sentence. But that was before this cure business, and before she'd been stuck in jail and lost her gang.
It must have been the nostalgic thoughts that had made her mistake that guy for Dom.
Surely.
He couldn't be her old gang leader, it wasn't possible. Surely Dom was still in jail.
But no, there was a flash of recognition in his eyes, and her cheeks turned red when she realised that she was wearing that bloody skirt. And she was with her mother.
She was never going to hear the end of this.
Player details as per Nightingale.
